Regression Crisis Issue Twenty Two (Patreon)

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It didn’t take long for all that castor oil to kick in. With her magically induced incontinence, Betsy Wetsy lost control almost as soon as the cramps kicked in, a wave of hot, moist diarrhea exploding into her pampers with a round of embarrassing flatulence, leaving the diabolical, diapered villainess sitting in a steaming pile of her own thick brown mess, desperate for a diaper change. But a gurgle in her tummy announced that her ordeal was far from over, leaving her with little else to do but grit her teeth, another frothy surge from her bowels exiting her rear and settling into her pampers with a series of hearty farts and squishes.

     The Milk Maid, meanwhile, was left with a struggle of a different nature. Her belly burbled ominously, a sinister, gassy pressure building in her guts, bringing with it a series of sharp cramps, getting more painful with every throb. She was vividly aware of Betsy’s struggles in the next chair, listening intently to every grunt, groan, and fart, the scent of diarrhea in her nostrils... knowing that it was only a matter of time before she followed suit.

     She knew it was pointless to resist, but she did anyway, clenching and tightening her asshole against the ever-building weight in her guts. But as the gas and mess began to build up in her colon, the cramps growing more intense, the strain of holding it in causing sweat to drip down her forehead and sting her eyes, Nicole realized she was only delaying the inevitable. The sound of Betsy grunting and groaning as she erupted noisily into her diaper provided The Milk Maid with additional motivation to keep her pampers clean... she held her breath against the rapidly thickening stench in the air.

     Her prediction was proven right mere minutes later, when her bowels finally reached capacity with an ominous gurgling. She’d been carefully passing gas in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure, pushing her luck to the absolute limit, until she had nothing left to do but sit with her full weight on her rump, sweating, holding out as best she could against the hot steaming mess she was just barely containing inside her. Beside her, Betsy noisily deposited another load into her diaper, the messy expulsion followed quickly by a sigh of relief that sounded heavenly to Nicole’s tormented ears.

     And for years afterword, Nicole wouldn’t be able to tell you if her own explosion of hot, flatulent mush into the pristine diaper beneath her had been voluntary or an actual, honest to god accident... she would be able to tell you only of the sensation of bucket full of mud and gas surging out of her bottom, in spite of her straining, filling the seat of her diaper with a steaming, semi-solid load. She might describe the scent of her diarrhea permeating the air, mingling with the unique stench of her partner’s own ever growing mess, creating a revolting potpourri. And if you were to catch her in a particularly unguarded moment, she might describe the simultaneously revolting, humiliating, and very nearly orgasmic sensation of uncontrollably voiding her bowels into her bulging adult pampers.

Wolfe had just finished feeding Batgirl her bottle, and they were currently cuddled together, the former superheroine bundled up in his lap like a little doll, feeling more vulnerable than she could ever remember. That he’d unmasked her and revealed her secret identity (not entirely surprising to him, as Wolfe had previously compiled a short list of likely candidates, with the commissioner's brainy daughter near the top) hardly seemed to matter now. A quick trip through Wolfe’s machine had scrambled her brain, reducing both her impressive IQ and her toilet training to the prekindergarten level... and the soggy diaper between her legs served as a constant reminder. Further, she discovered that simply spending time in Wolfe’s presence had her feeling increasingly light headed and giddy, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was being drawn away from her... and into him.

     As she slowly, unconsciously tinkled into her diaper, the fabric growing bulkier and more sodden by the second, she was hardly even aware of the image of Diana filling the monitor in front of them... if she did, she would have noticed the look of fierce determination on her friend’s face. The Amazon Princess was tired of playing around, and she was anxious to put this mission to bed. Wolfe was going to pay for the outrages he’d perpetrated against her comrades and womankind in general.  

     But if Wolfe was concerned about the coming confrontation, he gave no sign. Slipping his fingers into the leg band of her diaper, he tisked, fixing her with a smouldering look at had Barbara blushing, her heart throbbing wetly, thrilling at his attention even as it sent shivers of embarrassment through her.

     “I suppose we should get you a fresh diaper, eh, sweetheart?” He asked rhetorically, kissing her forehead and making her squirm.

     Scooping her up under her arms, he carried the wriggling ex-superheroine to the table on the other side of the room and laid her out for a much needed diaper change.

When Wolfe International headquarters finally came into view, Diana almost allowed herself a smile. Wolfe had attacked not just herself, her dignity, her very identity were outrages against her royal person that she just couldn’t ignore. As angry as she was for what had been done to her friends... for what had been done to women around the city, not to mention the women of the world who risked being transformed into helpless Adult Babies by his devious and insane machinations, the thought that he’d planned to do the same to her filled her with boiling anger. In the name of her sisters, Diana vowed to pay him back for every indignity he had inflicted or intended to inflict.

     She stalked up the sidewalk, focused, determined, her body lean and athletic, yet still graceful and feminine, her hips rounded, her breasts full and ripe, her buttocks plump and womanly inside her star spangled bloomers. Almost instinctively, a crowd began forming around her, ordinary citizens eager to see the action. Diana noted a number of Adult Babies among them, pretty young women who should have been working or at school, instead reduced to riding in strollers or waddling alongside their caretakers, creamy smooth thighs spread to awkward distances by the thick white padding between them. Drawing an angry breath, the Amazon Warrior stepped up her pace, eager to initiate the final conflict.

     Princess Diana wasn’t the only one ready for the final battle to begin. Wolfe had invited the media to witness the climax of the first phase of his master plan, providing them safe passage through the bubble, with the promise that it would be deactivated regardless of the outcome of the fight... either way, it would no longer be necessary.  Representatives of Metropolis’ entire media establishment were there.

     Wonder Woman almost smiled when she saw him waiting for her in the grassy courtyard outside the front of the building. His suit was crisp and clean, his hands clasped casually behind his back, and if he gave off any air of anxiousness, it wasn’t for the coming confrontation but because he was facing the cumulation of his entire life... a moment he believed he was destined to face for as long as he could remember. One that, he was certain, would change the course of the world.

     She stalked up to him, Muscles rippling, olive coloured skin shining with sweat, her violet eyes flashing with anger, beautiful in her fury.

     “Wolfe!” she barked, stalking towards him, “for your crimes against humanity, I’m taking you in... and after all you’ve put us through, I suggest you cooperate!”

     “Wonder Woman! I’m delighted you could make it-- you’re just in time for the final challenge to begin...”

     “No more games, you bastard!” she growled, winding up and delivering a perfect haymaker... one that should have sent him sprawling across the lawn with his teeth down his throat.  

     She was confused when she felt her fist stopped in mid air, captured in place by Wolfe’s own hand, seemingly without effort.

     “What?!” She uttered, baffled, trying unsuccessfully to pull her fist away from him.

      “You need to settle down and listen to me, young lady,” he lectured. She saw him remove a thin strip of silver from his pocket, which she found looped around her thin, smooth neck and locked into place.

     The effect was instantaneous-- an impossibly heavy weight invaded her limbs suddenly, almost violently. In spite of herself, her shoulders became rounded as her entire body was pulled down towards the ground with a weight that seemed impossible.

     “Uhhh! UUGHH! What-- is-- this?” she demanded. He released her hand and stood by smugly as the Amazon princess was dragged slowly by the suddenly increased weight of her own body, first to her knees, then onto all fours on the ground before him

     It took all of her might to tilt her head up and gaze at him from her position on the grass... the image of him looming over her with that damn smile on his face filled her with dread.