Regression Crisis Issue Twenty Four (Patreon)

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“OW!” Diana, Princess of the Amazons cried, John Wolfe’s broad, bare hand landing a stinging swat to the center of her jiggling buttocks. With her mass increased to nearly impossible levels by the high gravity field, there was little she could do but kick her boots in the air behind her and claw the grass helplessly. It shouldn’t have been possible... all their intelligence indicated that Wolfe was but an ordinary man... it should have been unfeasible for him to take her across his lap, especially with her weight increased the way it was, and any attempts at a spanking should have shattered his mortal hand upon the sumptuous flesh of her divine derriere-- and yet, here he was, paddling her bottom as thoroughly as a naughty schoolgirl who’d been caught smoking in the bathroom.

     “OH! OUCH! You bastard-- YYEEOOWWCH!” She cried, pounding her fist into the ground and struggling to escape the blistering spanking that was quickly turning the fleshy twin domes of her buttocks a bright pink, then a hot, angry scarlet.  

Fuming, anger and humiliation boiling within... she was one of the most powerful beings on the planet, damn it, and a warrior to boot... she wasn’t supposed to be in this situation-- dangling over this man’s lap and taking a spanking, and she was absolutely powerless to stop him. The feeling of almost infantile helplessness was absolutely foreign to her... a blush slowly rose over her cheeks as the full weight of her humiliation gradually dawned on her. Here she was-- stripped half naked, a suppository unceremoniously inserted into her virgin anus, her proud, womanly bottom slowly spanked an angry red-- and all in front of a gawking, laughing rabble, many of whom were filming her debasement and broadcasting it to the whole world.  

Once the initial shock of her predicament had worn off, Wonder Woman determined to rob Wolfe of his satisfaction,  gritting her teeth and attempted to take the remainder of her punishment with dignified stoicism... but as one swat followed another, she quickly realized that the fire he was igniting in her posterior was quickly building to an intensity that not even her superhuman physique could tolerate. Squeezing her eyes shut, she kicked her feet in the air behind her, the corners of her eyes growing moist. With her buttocks blazing bright red, she clawed at the grass and began raining curses upon him once more:

     “Release me, damn you! I am an Amazon warrior, Emissary and ambassador for my people! I have royal blood running through my veins, and I DEMAND that you grant me my due respect! OW!” She cried, howling like a scalded cat when Wolfe responded by laying his palm across her bare ass once again, it’s supple flesh rippling and turning a fiery crimson that nearly matched the red of her costume.  

Nearly five minutes had passed when Wolfe finally dump Wonder Woman from his lap, leaving her to land unceremoniously on her bare, blazing rear end. “OW!” she cried, turning herself over onto her hands and knees as quickly as her increased mass would allow, sticking her bare ass in the air and reaching back with both hands, attempting to rub some of the sting from it’s perfectly sculpted cheeks-- much to the delight of the assembled media, who gleefully zoomed in on her bare spanked ass and naked privates.

     “Now,” Wolfe said, checking his watch once again, “we’ve still got a few moments before we find out our respective fates-- if I decrease your gravity field a little, can I trust you to stand here and wait like a good girl?”

     She shot him an angry scowl, bristling at his condescending tone but she nodded her consent, and as he made the adjustments, lifting only enough weight to allow her to struggle to her feet, she tugged her panties back into place, hissing ruefully as the rough material irritated the inflamed skin of her rump.

     It took almost every ounce of strength she had, but Diana was able to maintain a standing position, reaching back to rub her stinging hiney through the material of her star-spangled bloomers, bright pink flesh peeking out from behind the leg bands.

      “Now, don’t try anything clever, dear,” he said condescendingly, “if you do anything more strenuous than just stand there, the gravity field will automatically increase, and it’ll be back to your hands and knees for you!”

     Positively fuming, the outrage and humiliation of the treatment she’d received at his hands boiling away inside her, Diana decided to respond in the form of a piercing, angry glare... which was somewhat  undercut by the way she ruefully rubbed her throbbing tushy.

     With her heart hammering anxiously, Diana waited for the minutes to tick away and reveal her final fate. She chose to spend the time not fretting about what would happen to her if the nanites activated inside her, instead fantasizing about what she would do to Wolfe if they didn’t-- starting with pealing off his skin and ripping him limb from limb.

     At last, after what seemed like an eternity, the alarm on Wolfe’s watch beeped noisily, and Wonder Woman cringed and braced herself, waiting for her beautiful body to begin some horrifying transformation.

     Ten seconds ticked by... followed by ten more. A minute went by, one slow second at a time, and Diana felt her apprehension leave, an arrogant smirk playing about her lips as Wolfe began to look increasingly nervous.

     “Well well well,” She said smugly, taking a difficult step towards him. “Looks like you’re not as smart as you think you are! Did you really think your pitiful male technology could really affect my superior Amazonian physiology? You’ve failed, Wolfe-- and now, you’re gong to have to--”

     She stopped suddenly in mid sentence, a strange tingling sensation slowly growing deep inside her abdomen. “To... to...” she repeated, trailing off as the strange, numbing tingle spread throughout her lower body spreading down into her rectum and forward into her privates. “To... face... my... wrath?”

     She trailed off, ending quietly, the strange buzzing sensation rose up into the rest of her body and through her limbs. She saw Wolfe smiling triumphantly in her direction at the same moment she felt a slow spreading warmth in her panties, accompanied by a soft hissing, and a pittering sound rising from between her feet, growing louder each second.

     Reluctantly, she glanced downward, confirming her fears with a small, sharp cry... she was pissing herself unknowingly, the front of her bloomers turning dark blue, quickly growing saturated. Any attempts at regaining control were thwarted, both her anal and urinal sphincters having been weakened by the nanites. She pressed her creamy thighs together,  going knock kneed like an awkward little girl in an attempt at regaining control... but it was a wasted effort. The pee continued to flow... first in tiny spurts, which grew into thick rivulets, and finally into a rushing stream as the proud superheroine lost more and more of her control by the second.

     Speechless, she was reduced to pathetic gasps and whimpers shooting him a horrified, pleading look... and receiving only a chuckle in return, and she shivered when she realized how much he was enjoying watching her, a proud, powerful warrior, slip into helplessness.

     Her face reddened, the last few drops of pee drizzling out of her and into the puddle between her boots, and as she listened to the audience behind her titter and giggle, Wonder Woman couldn’t remember ever being so humiliated before.

     But even as she finished her thought, a strange new sensation began growing inside her, an ominous rumbling from somewhere deep within the heroine that felt familiar, even through the numbness she was experiencing-- and yet, somehow, more powerful, more urgent than ever before...

     A sudden sharp cramp in her belly made Diana frown as she became aware of a sudden pressure deep inside her. The pressure built for about ten seconds straight, and Wonder Woman winced, fearing for a moment that her stomach was about to burst.

     Instead, she felt her buttocks part, and Wonder Woman could do little more then emit a shocked grunt as she felt the first part of a large load of semi-solid poop begin involuntarily sliding out of her and into her soppy wet bloomers.

     Diana emitted a startled grunt, an embarrassing gassy farting sound preceding another cramp, forcing out a series of soft lumps into the seat of her bloomers, which bulged and sagged under their heavy load, staining one of the stars nearest to her crack a noticeable brown.