Regression Crisis Issue Twenty Eight (Patreon)

Sorry again about being late with this, everyone... To make it up to you, I'm going to be posting the next installment of this story next week, after which it'll return to it's old schedule.

As always, I hope you and yours are doing well and keeping safe.

As she stood nearby, watching the formerly proud Amazonian warrior princess, Wonder Woman, being stripped of her dignity and her adulthood, Angela Chen was practically salivating. It bothered her to no end that a highly eligible bachelorette such as herself was always playing second fiddle to impossibly gorgeous super bimbos, and the annoyingly perfect Wonder Woman was the chief offender. How was an ordinary girl, even one who went to the lengths to look as good as she did, supposed to compete with living perfection... literally the ultimate woman? Every time she visited a college boyfriend’s dorm room and saw the bitch looking down at her smugly from posters and magazine cuttings on the walls, the flames of Angela’s jealousy were fanned a little higher.

     Looking down on her now, she hardly seemed to be the same person. The beautiful, confident warrior was gone, replaced by a fussy, squirming adult baby... and the diaper Wolfe had tugged up between her legs and sealed around her waist was the icing on the cake, and Angela couldn’t stifle a laugh when she noticed the heroine's trademark gold ‘W’ symbol on the front of the crinkly plastic.

     The diaper was utterly infantile, looking like something you’d actually see on a child too young for potty training, increased in size for an adult. To see the proud princess warrior reduced in stature to a pampered Adult Baby, sucking her thumb after a diaper change, powerless to do anything but squirm helplessly on her back, it was all Angela could do to maintain her professional composure for the audience at home.

     “And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen,” she said to the camera, gesturing at the blushing, hapless superheroine. “A Wonder Woman no more! For years, this preening, narcissistic showboat has presented herself as a heroine and a champion, despite the skepticism of some in the media,” she said, unable to resist injecting a little smugness and self-promotion into the proceedings. “But ladies and gentlemen, I ask you: is this what a heroine looks like? Does a champion allow herself to be humiliated  this way? This reporter says that Mr. Wolfe’s nursery is exactly where this little bimbo belongs.”

     Wolfe watched Angela’s little presentation with a pleased smile. “I couldn’t agree more, Ms. Chen. I believe we’ve revealed Wonder Woman’s true nature-- the true nature of all of these so-called ‘super’ heroines and villainesses.”
 

     Angela pounced on the opportunity to ingratiate herself to her new boss. “You’re so right, sir,” she said into her microphone. “Immature little brats who cause more problems than they solve. It’s high time someone put them in their place.”

     “I knew I was talking to the right girl,” he said with a smile. “Angela, I’m looking for someone to cover my little experiment in detail-- to sort of embed themselves with my little menagerie and document their day to day lives in detail... do you think you’re up to it?”

     A warm rush of pride bubbled up in the ambitious and beautiful reporter. Finally, after slaving away in the trenches for years, a glorified gossip reporter filing stories on spoiled rotten super sluts, she finally had an opportunity to cover something significant-- something that would change the world forever! Not to mention the opportunity to work closely with the rich and handsome Mr. Wolfe... She might actually have a shot with him when most of her competition were a bunch of over-grown, pamper packing adult toddlers.

     “Oh, yes sir!” she gushed happily into her microphone. “Thank you so much, sir! This is exactly the opportunity I’ve been waiting for!” Turning to her camera, she struggled to suppress her elation and put on a professional facade. “You heard it here first, folks! Yours truly is getting a promotion!”

     “Oh, I guess that’s one way of putting it,” Wolfe said ominously, lifting his hand into the air and snapping his fingers loudly.

     Angela looked at him, at first confused... but all too quickly, it became apparent what was happening. Almost immediately, she felt a strange crawling sensation spreading across her skin. She looked down at herself, immediately becoming aware of her clothing shifting, wriggling, brushing against her as they moved, seemingly of their own volition, re-configuring themselves into strange new designs.

     “Oh my God!” She cried, watching, horrified, as her clothing began changing shape and colour, “Mr. Wolfe, what’s happening?!”

     “Nanites, Ms. Chen,” he said simply, “Remember? With these tiny miracle machines, I can easily change your outfit on a molecular level into something more appropriate for your new assignment.”

    Angela looked down at herself and watched, horrified, as her smart, professional business attire underwent a radical change. Her red jacket and black top merged, seeming to melt together, slowly but surely tinting itself into a distinctive bubblegum pink colour. Between her thighs, she could feel material piling up, twisting and bunching together, growing thicker, pushing her legs apart... almost like a...

     “OH GOD NO!” she screamed, unthinkingly hiking up her skirt to reveal to herself (and the viewers at home) that her panties were rapidly inflating into a bulky adult pamper. Seeing her cameraman zooming in on her crotch, she emitted a shriek and tugged the skirt down again, in a vain effort to conceal her expanding panties. “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!”

     “I told you: I need someone to document my little experiment from the ground up-- someone who can really describe to the audience what our ex-heroines are feeling first hand... what better way to tell people about it than going through it with them?”

     “THIS ISN’T WHAT I HAD IN MIND!” Angela cried, horrified as her skirt seemed to merge with her panties, taking on a crinkly plastic sheen. “THIS ISN’T FUNNY!” She said, giving a strangled cry, watching fearfully as her conservative top and jacket began to take a new shape.

     “Hmmm... really depends on where you’re standing,” he said with a grin, watching Angela squirm and shimmy and stamp her feet in place (her stylish black heels transforming to soft satin booties before his eyes.) Below her waist, the pamper took form, it’s huge plastic bulk swelling outwards dramatically behind her, a series of colourful cartoon characters blossoming across the front.

     On the changing table, the helpless heroine, diapered and half naked, couldn’t help but smile behind her pacifier. This ratings-hungry little bitch had certainly enjoyed Wonder Woman’s own humiliation, and in fact had done everything in her power to exacerbate it... now the shoe was on the other foot, and for a brief moment, Diana allowed herself to feel a little enjoyment in her rival’s growing embarrassment.

     “THIS IS NOT WHAT WE DISCUSSED!” Angela bellowed furiously, watching her diaper become fully formed just moments before the rest of her outfit completed it’s transformation into a onsie, which slithered between her legs and fastened itself shut over her bulging crotch.  

     “Well, don’t you look cute!” Wolfe said with a laugh, admiring the hard-bitten reporter’s new look. Her hair had banded itself up into pigtails, and her onsie had taken on a pink and white colour scheme, with a cute, yellow chick on the front. Though covered up by the onsie, the diaper still bulged obviously, the puffy plastic visible at the crotch, crinkling with every move she made. His laughter made her face redden, and she shot him an angry scowl.

     “THIS ISN’T PART OF MY CONTRACT!” she bellowed angrily, her embarrassment fuelling her rage. “YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH! I’LL SUE YOU! I’LL SUE YOUR WHOLE CRUMMY-- MMMUMPH!”

     Wolfe suddenly silenced her by pushing a pacifier into her mouth, leaving her to scowl at him furiously... and futilely. With that final touch, the self-important girl reporter had been effectively transformed, the professional, ambitious career woman replaced with a blushing, whimpering, diaper-clad, over-sized baby girl, powerless to do anything but glower unhappily at him.

     Reaching out to touch a panel on the wall, Wolfe summoned a pair of sexy blonde nurses who were busty, tall, and totally identical in every way (in actuality, a pair of highly sophisticated androids.) In front of her, one of them pushed one of Wolfe’s adult sized strollers. “Yes sir?” They asked in unison, already glancing Angela over curiously.

     “I’ve got a new subject for you, girls-- put her down with the others and help her get settled in,” he instructed briskly.  

     Angela fought and kicked, but was easily subdued by the powerful nurses. After all, they had been designed with super-human charges in mind, so it was easy for them to get the reporter into the stroller and strap her down. Before she knew it, Angela was wheeled out the door and was on her way to the nursery, her cameraman trailing behind her, trying to get a good angle on her blushing, tearful face.

     With the nosy journalist on her way to her new assignment, Wolfe returned his attention to the helpless Wonder Woman, who quivered and squirmed uselessly on her back. “Don’t worry, honey... I haven’t forgotten about you.”