Regression Crisis Issue Twenty Seven (Patreon)

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“In Alpha Mode,” Wolfe explained to Angela Chen and her camera man, “poor little Wonder Woman is literally rendered as helpless as a newborn babe.” On the table, Diana felt her thighs go as wide apart as they could, one hand laying uselessly at the side of her head, so weakened she felt like she could barely make a fist. The other hand found it’s way up to her face, and before she’d realized it, Wonder Woman had popped a thumb into her mouth and was sucking on it wetly, unable to force herself to spit it out. She had to listen intently and with growing alarm as Wolfe explained exactly how helpless he had made her:

     “Unable to walk or crawl, she is, in fact, at this point so weak she likely couldn’t even lift her head under her own strength... So powerless she can barely even squirm,” he said, emphasizing his point by raking his fingers ticklishly across her rib cage. Behind her thumb, Diana gave a helpless squeal, her brain ordering her body to leap up off the table with all her usual athletic grace to escape the maddening tickling. She was horrified to discover her limbs simply weren’t obeying her commands, her frantic attempts at movement resulting in nothing more than a pathetic squirming on the table, accomplishing little more than making her luscious bare tits jiggle alluringly.

     She found that she was unable to even stop sucking her thumb, and was forced to lay by, feeble and fuming, as he teasingly scratched the taunt flesh of her belly and the sensitive underside of her breasts. Diana screamed with laughter, even as she filled with anger and humiliation... here she was, the most powerful woman on earth, laid as bare as the day she was born, helpless, even for all her fury, to stop a mere mortal man from tickling her like an infant.

     Beside her, the duplicitous Angela was laughing almost as hard as the hapless, ticklish Amazon. To see the powerful, boastful Wonder Woman spanked and forced to make a humiliating spectacle of herself outside had been one of the high points of her career, but this was even better. The stuck-up warrior princess thought herself so superior to mere mortals-- to see her humbled this way was more than satisfying for an ordinary woman who’d felt like she’d had to compete against her perfection for far too long.

     “Mr. Wolfe,” She said into her microphone in her most supercilious reporter voice, “what comes next in the bitc-- I mean, Wonder Woman’s return to the nursery?”

     “Well,” he said, reaching out to stroke Diana’s thick, lustrous thatch of pubic hair, “I think we can all agree that this certainly isn’t very infantile, is it?”

     Diana raised her head as best she could to look at him pleadingly. She was rather proud of her bush, keeping it neatly trimmed and groomed, but still prominent, enjoying the way it loudly announced her womanhood to those she chose to share it with. To have him even touch it without her permission, let alone even talk of trimming it, was an assault against the things that defined her as an adult... and a calculated one at that.

     But she was helpless, her limbs as weak as a newborn’s. All Diana could do was watch with increasing nervousness as he removed a small, black leather kit, opening it, and took out a set of grooming instruments.  

     “This is the Wolfe Industries Adult Baby Grooming Kit,” he explained to the camera in his best salesman voice, “on sale soon at most finer outlets. First,” he said, taking out a set of shiny silver scissors, “let’s clean it up just a bit.”

     Angela signalled to her cameraman to get in nice and close as Wolfe took a bunch of Wonder Woman’s pubes between his fingers and snipped it with the scissors. Quickly, he had Diana’s bush trimmed down short, while the amazon princess could do little more than suck her thumb and watch nervously.

     “Next,” Wolfe said with a proud grin, producing a sleek, black electric clipper, “we trim it nice and close.”

     The clippers activated with a loud, aggressive hum, drawing Diana’s attention. Slurping on her thumb aggressively, she watched him bring the black shaver down to her privates nervously, it’s noisy buzz louder than thunder in her ears. She felt it’s shiny metal press against her skin, squeezing her eyes shut and letting out a helpless gurgle when she felt him dragging it slowly across her mound, clipping what was left of the lustrous black thatch down to the skin and leaving behind nothing but stubble.  

     Diana watched the process, horrified but helpless, and therefore oddly detached. In her weakened state, she felt almost as though the humiliations, the transgressions against adult womanhood she was witnessing were happening to someone else. It was only with maximum concentration that she could remember that the events she was witnessing were actually happening to her, which brought with it a nightmarish vertigo. Worse, the clippers caused vibrations in some very sensitive and private areas, and Diana let out a small suppressed groan when she felt her pussy growing moist... she hoped nobody would notice.

     “And now,” Wolfe said, filling his palm with sweet smelling shaving cream from a little pink can, “let’s get rid of that nasty stubble.” He spread the cool foam into the softness of her privates, grinning when she futilely squirmed and moaned in response, gurgling and eyeing him helplessly from behind the thumb she was still sucking on unconsciously.

     But her protests fell on deaf ears-- within moments, Wolfe had taken a handsome silver razor from within the case. Tentatively, but confidently, he reached down, pressing the razor to her skin (smiling when she unconsciously tightened her muscles nervously as she felt the cold steel against her.) Forcing herself to lay still, the hapless, sexy amazon emitted a high-pitch squeal when she felt him draw the blade across her mound, leaving bare, shiny skin in it’s wake.  With just a few quick movements, Wolfe had her shaved as smooth and bare as a little girl,  leaving her with a shiny bald pussy gleaming in the harsh light above.

     Bottom lip quivering disbelievingly, Wonder Woman gazed down at her smooth privates, now as bald as a pornstar’s. She’d taken a certain pride in her thick black pubic thatch, had worn it as a badge of her maturity and femininity-- to have it so quickly stripped away like that had left her strangely emotional.

     “Here,” he said, producing a bottle of oil from beneath the table, “let’s keep that little pussy nice and soft.”

     Behind her thumb, Wonder Woman gasped as a decent amount of cool oil was squirted onto her newly bare pussy, squirming involuntarily as it spread across her skin and dripped down into her most delicate places. But nothing could prepare her for the sensation of Wolfe’s strong, confident fingers against her supple skin, working the oil into her perfectly sculpted princess parts. Diana couldn’t prevent herself from emitting a quiet sigh, briefly losing herself in the sweet pleasures of the moment.

    “Upsie daisy,” he said, and before she knew it, Wolfe had taken the amazonian warrior’s ankles in his hand and lifted her legs into the air, revealing her beautifully rounded bare ass in intimate detail. Diana groaned, horribly aware of how exposed she was, and she wasn’t off base... every detail of her moist pink pussy, her buttocks, still delectably red following her spanking, and her dark, crinkled anus was now exposed to everyone... and thanks to Angela’s cameraman, all the viewers at home were welcome to peruse her snatch and hindquarters in intimate detail at their leisure.  

          Without warning, Wolfe squirted a fat line of baby-oil across both cheeks, and another right up her butt-crack, with an extra-hard squeeze when he passed over her asshole. All the princess could do was make pathetic mewing and squeaking noises, the sensation at once strange and weirdly erotic... especially once Wolfe began slowly working the slippery oil into her rump. Blushing, Wonder Woman slurped her thumb and tried to suppress the moans and sighs of pleasure. Her nemesis’ hands were so strong, so powerful when they kneaded and massaged her cheeks and tickled her vulnerable anus. Yet the way he touched her was so gentle, so sensitive, exercising the exact right amount of firmness... it was erotically intoxicating in ways that were deeply troubling to her.

     At last, she felt her backside lowered, and Diana emitted a pitiful whimper when she felt her tushy make contact with the crinkly thickness of a heavy disposable diaper beneath her. Groaning, she threw all of her remaining strength into mounting some sort of escape-- some kind of defence of her dignity!

     But all her efforts amounted to little more than a little pitiful squirming on her back and some indignant moans and mews. “Now now...no fussing, little girl,” he said, pulling the pamper up nice and tight between her legs. “You’ll feel better once I’ve got you in a clean, fresh diaper.”