Regression Crisis Issue Twenty Five (Patreon)

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“This is Angela Chen,” the well dressed young Asian woman said seriously into the lens of the camera, “reporting to you live from Wolfe International Headquarters, where we continue to witness the stunning defeat and humiliation of the world’s favourite Super Heroine. Wonder Woman, Princess of Themyscira, arrived looking driven and angry, confronting corporate outlaw and renegade scientist John Wolfe with fire and confidence...  but, as you can plainly see behind me, little of that anger or confidence remains, with the self-described heroine finding herself spanked like a schoolgirl over her opponent’s knee!”

     It was a struggle for Angela to keep a straight face-- not only was she elated to be covering such a major scoop-- the humiliation of Wonder Woman would, of course, be the biggest story around the world for at least the next couple of days, maybe a week-- and it would be Angela’s face people would be seeing along with it. It could be a major step up for her career... a chance for her to finally take a step up onto the national stage!

     Besides, she’d never liked Wonder Woman, anyway. The vain and narcissistic Angela was highly jealous of the annoyingly perfect superheroine’s grace and beauty, and being able to watch (and even better, report on) her humiliation at the hands of a handsome and powerful man was a genuine pleasure-- but the best was yet to come.

     “There seems to be something wrong with Wonder Woman now,” Angela reported breathlessly, suppressing her glee as best she could. “The Warrior Princess appears to be tottering around drunkenly and clutching her stomach. I think this battle has reached it’s conclusion, ladies and gentlemen... we appear to be reaching some sort of climax! Stay tuned right here for all the action as it happens!” she gushed, her own eyes glued to the scene before her, not wanting to miss a second.

“AAAH!” Diana cried, her efforts at regaining control of herself proving woefully inadequate, the seat of her panties continuing to inflate with a series of gassy squelching noises, her star spangled bottom growing lumpier and browner by the minute. Sticky and semi-soft, the load gathered in the back of her bloomers, the lumpy mass expanding first to the size of an apple, then a grapefruit. Saggy and moist, quickly staining the fabric a muddy brown, the load was accompanied by a potent, earthy stench that grew more powerful the larger her accident became.

     With her mouth compressed into a surprised ‘o’, her eyes wide with shock, darting back and forth comically, Diana gasped and shuddered with every squish and fart that emerged from her backside. The entire situation was unprecedented... the valiant amazon princess had never tasted defeat before, let alone humiliation of this magnitude. A dizzying vertigo had the former Wonder Woman swaying unsteadily on her feet, heart beating loudly inside her, sweat trickling down her forehead. The nanites were still raging through her, transforming her body in new and strange ways, imperceptible to the naked eye... but absolutely life altering.

      A cramp shot through her belly; Diana grunted, a surge of gas and mush surging out of her, parting her buttocks and settling into the already packed seat of her bloomers, staining the material at the back-- especially the stars, the ones closest to the mess stained almost totally brown, revealing her shame to the entire world. Behind her, she could hear the reporters snickering, tittering, or just gaping at her shame in amazement-- maybe even amusement.

     Behind her, the bloomers bulged and sagged, the gooey load inside weighing them down, tugging them down at the back just enough to expose the top of her butt-crack. The load was warm and smushy against her buns. Her muscles felt as though they were turning to jelly, her mind growing cloudy. As her humiliating mess finally sputtered to a stop, Diana found herself tottering on her feet, drooling and sweating, the laughter of the press and the crowd burning her ears.

     “Phew-wee!” Wolfe chuckled, fanning his face. “Is there a skunk passing by?”

     The chuckles of the audience rang out around her, but Wonder Woman wasn’t listening-- the nanites were buzzing in her ears, affecting her equilibrium, making it hard to keep her balance. The proud warrior, pinnacle of female development, found herself suddenly having a great deal of difficulty keeping on her feet.

     She tottered back and forth, her knees wobbling, sweating and straining to simply stay standing... but her efforts were in vain. She took one unsteady step backwards, then another, before her legs just gave out beneath her, sending her toppling backwards like a clumsy toddler just learning to walk. There was just time enough for her to emit a pitiful little squeal before she landed heavily on her bottom with a noisy SPLAT!

     The gathered media burst out into uproarious laughter, even as the Amazonian Princess’ bottom lip began to quiver. The mess in her pants was no longer a massive, bulky bulge in the seat of her briefs-- the gooey lumps were now squished up against the smooth, rounded hillocks of her buttocks like a pile of melty chocolate bars. Worse, she felt the muddy mush forced up between her cheeks uncomfortably, caked into the cleft between her buns and making the formerly proud superheroine feel more like a giant baby than ever.

     The mess smushed all the way up her butt, almost to the waist band, and a small amount even escaped down the backs of her thighs, smearing them a muddy brown. For a long moment, Diana could only sit, squirming in her own mess, her mouth gaping open disbelievingly at how radically her destiny had been altered in so short a time.

     “Woopsie daisy!” Wolfe chuckled, stooping down to look her in her eyes, which were wide, staring, and shocked. “Did we take a bit of a tumble, Princess? Here-- let me give you a hand.”

     Dazed, Wonder Woman accepted his hand without thinking, allowing herself to be pulled, unsteadily, to her feet. She heard a course of shocked gasps and titters behind her, and it only took a glance behind her to see what they were reacting to-- the once bulky mess that had bulged so embarrassingly in the back of her briefs had been mushed in every direction, and what was once a localized stain had spread across almost her entire seat, with most of her brilliant white stars now coloured a dank, earthy brown. A pair of sticky, muddy smears trailed out of her legbands and down the backs of her thighs, and the corresponding stain at the top reached almost to her waistband. A wave of dizzy humiliation washed over her, and for a moment she would have lost her footing if Wolfe hadn’t been holding her upright.

     “OK, darling,” he said, leading her, shakily, towards the front doors, “wave bye bye to your reporter friends and let’s get you inside for a change of underwear-- baby, you STINK!”

     Sensing her opportunity, Angela pounced, breaking free from the pack and running towards them, dragging her cameraman along behind her by his wrist. She wasn’t about to loose her scoop-- nor was she about to miss out on the stuck-up superheroine’s humiliation!

     “Just a moment, Mr. Wolfe--  Angela Chen, Metropolis Today-- any chance of an exclusive?”

     “Oh yes, Ms. Chen... I actually acquired your network just this morning-- I suppose I should give you a look at what’s coming next,” he said with a smile.

     The automatic doors slid open behind him, and Wolfe led them inside, Wonder Woman toddling behind him, the mess in her pants all smelly and squishy. Angela and her cameraman trailed along with them (with the spiteful reporter gesturing to him to zoom in on the muddy stains on the back of the disgraced superheroines bloomers.)

     Diana toddled along, keeping up as best she could. The mess in her pants was hot and gritty, squishing uncomfortably against her soft skin with every step. The poopy was caked uncomfortably up her butt crack and clung to the sensual globes of her buttocks, forcing her to waddle awkwardly. The tingling in her limbs was beginning to subside a bit, but the nanites were clearly still doing their work, leaving her as weak as a three year old-- she could only wonder how bad it would get.

     Her head swam dizzily, it was all she could do to keep her feet. Dimly, Diana was aware of Angela Chen’s professional, blustery voice trailing down the hall behind her:

     “We’ve already seen an absolutely stunning reversal of fortune here today, ladies and gentlemen-- we’ve seen an American icon revealed to be a poopy pants fraud-- an oversized child toddling around with a mess in her pants,” Angela editorialized, straining to keep a triumphant smirk from her face. “But now, we’re being offered a once in a lifetime opportunity-- front row seats at the unmaking of a superheroine!”