Regression Crisis Issue Thirty (Patreon)

Huge thanks to ABDLExtra and Matt for their help in editing this chapter... the assistance is greatly appreciated, guys.

If you enjoy this chapter, please consider leaving a like and a comment below. Thank you for your continued support!

“Uuuuhhhggg...”

She was Diana, Princess of the Amazons and better known to the world-at-large as the heroine: Wonder Woman. The beautiful, dark-haired woman in the high-chair repeated these words to herself, again and again, until it became a mantra. She needed the reminder-- sitting in the high-chair, diapered so absurdly thick that it felt like she was sitting on a pillow, her onesie a grotesque, infantile parody of the uniform she wore so proudly, her belly stuffed so full it was becoming uncomfortable. She needed to remind herself who she really was. Her normally flat belly was stuffed so full of beans it was beginning to pooch out, and her guts were grumbling and growling angrily inside her.  

But she dared not slow down. Wolfe having made it abundantly clear that the consequences of her failure would fall on innocent bystanders. So she forced open her mouth, robotically, to accept one mouthful of beans after another. The beans had grown lukewarm and even more unpalatable, and the superheroine made faces as she forced herself to chew and swallow, each large spoonful overflowing her mouth and dripping down the front of her bib, and when she caught sight of herself in the mirror, her mouth all smeared like a messy big baby, her cheeks would flare red.

“Uhhh...” she groaned, the pressure in her belly growing painful once again. She felt the gas building up in her butt again, and knew she was helpless to do anything but lean to one side and lift her butt-cheek before a long, noisy bubbler came blasting out of her useless anus. A noisy ripper that made her butt-cheeks jiggle. Her blush deepened, particularly when the stink began to emerge once more, even through the thick padding of her pampers... but the relief was also undeniable, and Diana couldn’t hold in a sigh, the pain in her guts relieved-- for the moment, anyway.

But her humiliation was just beginning, and she could only look away with red cheeks when Wolfe chuckled. “These beans are really doing a number on you,” he asked, gleefully loading up another heaping spoonful, “aren’t they sweetie?”

Her lovey dark eyes flashed angrily at him as she opened her mouth to accept another injection of fart fuel. “Insolent... worm,” she mumbled through a mouthful of beans. “How... (BURP)... how dare you... laugh at me?”

As if answering her own question, a long, high-pitched squeaker slipped out of her tushy, completely unannounced and uncontrollable. She blushed, avoiding his knowing smirk as he scooped up another helping of beans and shoveled them into her waiting mouth. “Hush up and eat your beans, darling-- you’re going to need your strength for what comes next.”

She fixed him with a furious stare that almost hid the fear she felt in her heart when she thought about what the future might hold for her.

Diana tried to steady her breathing and focus on the task at hand, obediently opening her mouth, chewing, and swallowing. Her lips and chin were completely smeared with sauce and her belly was round and tight as a drum, her guts grumbling and gurgling from the gasses that were building up within. Stuffed to capacity, Wonder Woman was left bloated and lethargic, groaning uncomfortably as she forced herself to chew and swallow; reflecting that she had rarely felt more powerless than she did at this moment.

Worse, she could feel her colon constantly filling with gas, knowing that there was no way her now almost useless sphincter could hold it in for long. The Warrior Princess was forced to sit in the high-chair, diapered and dressed in an infantile version of her trademark uniform, feeling the farts build up inside her and helpless to prevent them from ripping out at random intervals, leaving her stinking and blushing.

“Yes,” Wolfe said, his voice dripping with condescension, spooning up another load of beans and pushing it between her gooey lips, “don’t you worry about being the big, strong heroine anymore.” Chewing and swallowing, Diana groaned in protest, but Wolfe continued as he spooned up another heap and pushed it messily into her waiting mouth. “It’s going to be naps, strollers and dirty diapers for you from now on, darling. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t even remember what it was like to be an adult!”

Diana wracked her exhausted brain for a witty rejoinder-- something cool and heroic, to let him know she might be down, but not out.

Instead, she just groaned. Without warning, she uncontrollably cut a major, explosive fart that was barely muffled by her pampers, a loud, bubbly rumbler that vibrated the seat of the high chair. Diana’s lips formed a shocked ‘O’, her cheeks colouring red, unable to believe she’d just emitted a noise that embarrassing... to say nothing of the stink!

“Oh my,” he said without surprise, feeding her another portion of beans. “Sounds like someone’s getting an upset tummy! I have a sneaking suspicion I’m going to be changing a very dirty diaper in the not too distant future!”

Diana simply groaned in embarrassed disrepair, obediently opening her mouth to accept another mouthful.

“Good girl!” He said, spooning up another heap of beans. “We’ve only got half the bowl left!”

Wonder Woman let out a tearful groan, belching softly before opening up for another spoonful.

“All gone!” Wolfe said after he’d forced the final helping of beans into Diana’s waiting mouth.

The former superheroine simply groaned in response, forcing herself to swallow, the food settling into her full and bloated belly, and she almost immediately followed it up with another noisy belch, which didn’t do enough to relieve the pressure inside her. A painful cramp in her side was accompanied by a rolling sensation and increased pressure in her colon. Without warning and beyond her control, she exploded a huge gasser from her backside, its vibrations so powerful she thought for a moment she might blow the diaper right off her butt. Squealing babyishly, she was humiliated by her complete lack of control.

“Awww... poor little princess,” he teased, unlocking the tray and sliding it off the front of the chair. “Did those beans make you gassy?”

As if in reply, Diana rolled onto her hip and lifted before releasing a rumbling guff that sounded like a dump-truck with a faulty muffler. She squeaked, mortified, her cheeks reddening. The prissy warrior princess was unused to passing gas in front of others, and the lack of control over her body was an entirely new sensation, equally frustrating and humiliating. That her perfect body, flawless and stunning, the pinnacle of the human form, equal parts beautiful and powerful, literally a gift from the gods. To have it betray her like this, to be trapped inside a body that was so weak and unresponsive she couldn’t even control her own farts was worse than a defeat... it was a nightmare.

Wolfe scooped her up by her arms, lifting her with ease and pulling her in close. Diana had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist, cuddling in close as he slipped a hand under her plushly padded bottom. Carrying her into the next room, he settled onto the couch on the far side. Reclining against him, her head cradled against his chest, she gazed up at him, eyes dark and suspicious. Her guts were still almost painfully bloated, and she couldn’t stop herself from cutting another loud, stinky ripper in the seat of her diapers.  

Blushing, Diana let out an embarrassed little sob, but Wolfe bent down and kissed her tenderly on the back of the neck. “Never mind, sweetie,” he said. “I’ve got just the thing to take your mind off it.”

Before she could react, he reached down with his index finger and touched her nipple through the front of her onesie. The contact sent an almost electric shock through her body and Diana convulsed, emitting a choked groan of sudden pleasure.

“Do you like that, babykins?” He said, tracing slow circles around her nipple. His skin was unnaturally hot; she could feel the warmth through the material of her outfit, the slow, tickling motion filling her with an overpowering, tingling sexual energy in her loins. Instantly, her pussy was sopping wet in her diaper, her bottom wiggling unconsciously on the couch.

Groaning in ecstasy, she felt his hand slide down to her belly, his palm resting on her stomach. She felt the strange heat, more powerful than before, emanating from his whole hand and penetrating her body. Instantly, her bowels roared to life, even as the pleasure continued to boil in her loins, and Diana let out a shocked, guttural sound, a major gas explosion in her diaper signaling a bowel movement building inside her in tandem with her passion.

“Or maybe you prefer this,” he said softly, sliding his hand down her front, until it rested on her diapered crotch. The heat permeated her onesie and her diaper, instantly doubling the pleasure she felt-- and with it, the ever building, gassy pressure in her guts. She gave a cry of horrified pleasure when she realized what was in store for her. With her eyes drifting in and out of focus, she fixed him with a gaze and managed to sob: “What are you?!”

He looked down at her and smiled benevolently. “Yes... I suppose I do owe you an explanation, don’t I sweetheart?”