Regression Crisis Issue Thirty One (Patreon)

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"I want you to try and imagine a world,” he said, lightly stroking the front of her diaper, the lightest touch of his fingers sending intense waves of pleasure radiating throughout her body, “where women are beloved and cherished by society as a whole. A world where their safety and comfort are paramount. A world where every woman spends every day in pampered luxury, wanting for nothing. Imagine a world where the greatest crime one could commit was doing harm to a woman.”

     Cramps squeezed Wonder Woman’s guts painfully, causing her to fart loudly into her diapers, the thick padding barely even muffling the gross, greasy sound that emerged, and she had to confess she was having a hard time imaging anything at the moment. Still, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus through her mounting arousal and the desperation that was growing in her bowels.

     “A world of peace,” he said, his voice growing clear and powerful. “A world of prosperity. A world that has abandoned the petty squabbles of the past and stepped boldly into the future-- together.”

     Dazed, her body rendered feeble by the nanites, her guts roaring and her pussy burning, Diana tried to listen... but when he reached up with his other hand and began to almost casually stroke her breast and play with her nipple, she was unable to bite back a cry of sudden, unanticipated pleasure. Whatever strange energy he was bringing to bear against her body, it was highly effective.

     “And this world came about, in large part, because of a heroine... a beautiful champion, beloved by all the good and decent people of the world, who chose to leave that life behind to accept a new role—and to teach the world about a new way of life.”

     “Oooh!” she cried, desperately squirming about on the couch in front of him, eager to ask questions but rendered unable to speak by the burning in her loins. Instead, she grunted and passed gas noisily, blushing, humiliated by her lack of control.

     “As I’m sure you’re aware, the future is an ever-shifting kaleidoscope of possibilities. It’s one of these possible futures that I come from: A future where crime and poverty are virtually eliminated. A world of harmony. A place,” he said, moving his hand from her crotch up to her tummy, “where women never progress, socially or intellectually, above the level of preschool... and live out their life as overgrown toddlers, cherished by all.”

     As soon as she felt his hand on her stomach, Diana howled, the pressure in her bowels instantly growing more intense, almost painful. Without warning, Diana cut a loud, nasty ripper, that vibrated like a buzz saw beneath her diapered butt.

     With a chuckle, his hand drifted down between her legs again, pressing his fingers into the front of her pampers once more. The throbbing heat returned, more powerful than before, and Wonder Woman threw her head back with a primal shriek, the pleasure making her writhe against his chest, eyes rolling back as she started to drool.

     “As I say... a possible future, but one where the savagery and barbarism of the past has been put behind us. A future worth fighting to achieve-- which is what I’ve been sent here to do.”

     “Uh-uh!” Diana cried, straining once again to free herself, which resulted in little more than a brief, spasmodic flailing of her limbs, which caused her to break wind. Groaning, her cheeks flaring red, she let out a whimpering groan, thinking about how far she’d fallen in such a short time... from glamorous warrior princess to drooling, farting adult baby in less than an hour... it was like something out of a nightmare, one she prayed she’d be awakening from soon.

     “’Fraid so, sweetheart,” he said with a grin, bending down and kissing the top of her head. In spite of herself, Diana felt her heart start thumping wetly inside her, her pussy pulsing in time with it, going from wet to sopping in the moist warmth of the diaper. “You might say I was made for the job... my enhancements are powered by submission, and considering how thoroughly under my thumb your friends are, you can imagine how powerful I am right now. But you... you’re different,” he said, rubbing her privates through the thick padding of the front of her diaper.

     She responded with a groan. Cramps pushing out farts and toots from her over-full colon at random intervals. Diana wailed and sobbed, utterly humiliated by her lack of control over her own body, but there was nothing she could do... her anus, lacking even the kind of basic retention abilities that a toddler possessed, was useless, unable to hold back even gas anymore.

     “I’m going to win you over, you see,” he continued, one hand on her breast, the other on the front of her diaper. “I’m going to make you love being a big baby...”

     “Nuh-uh!” she cried, ashamed of how childish she sounded in her own ears.  

     “Oh yes!’ he said, moving his hand from her nipple and lightly raking his fingers across her ribs ticklishly, making her squeal with laughter. “In fact, you’re going to beg me to diaper your little booty and treat you just like a two year old by the time we’re finished. Trust me, I know... I’m from the future.”

     With an anguished grunt, Diana thrashed and writhed as best she could, making a last ditch effort to escape... but her efforts were halfhearted, and elicited only laughter from her tormentor, who could sense the princess’ heart just wasn’t in it.

     It was true-- as her arousal built to levels Wonder Woman hadn’t previously been aware of, she knew, deep down, that she had absolutely no desire to escape her fate. Her legs were quivering, drool dribbled down her chin, her passion driving every coherent thought from her brain save the vague, shameful memory that she was supposed to be a heroine... that the fate of the women of the world was depending on her!

     Suddenly, a cramp twisted her guts, drawing a sharp gasp and driving all other thoughts from her mind. Her bowels had reached their limit, her colon full to the bursting point... and burst she did, an explosion of diarrhea filling her pampers with a mushy, gassy spattering. “UUUUUU-HHHHHUUUHH! HERA HELP ME!” she grunted and cried, utterly powerless to prevent her well-toned buttocks from parting to accommodate a violent gush of muddy poo-poo, the mess squishing against her skin, rushing to fill every bit of free space inside her diaper.

     At that moment, her shame was briefly eclipsed by the white-hot supernova of her orgasm-- a blistering, volcanic eruption of passion that overwhelmed and consumed her, overwhelming her, making her shudder and shiver on the couch, and momentarily wiping her mind clean of whatever adult thoughts she had left.

     A cramp twisted her bowels, squeezing out another hot, stinky mudslide into the seat of her diapers, followed by a cacophony of gas and squishes. Diana let out a howl of erotically charged humiliation, her diaper getting tighter around her waist the more smelly brown poop was pumped into her pampers at an alarming rate.  

     “That’s a good girl,” he said, his voice velvety smooth in her ear. “Just let go,” he said one hand on her tummy, the other pressing down against the front of her diaper, not rubbing, just pressing down lightly. Diana could feel the heat of the mysterious, invisible energy he was generating flowing into her, stimulating her bowels and her privates.

      “Hhhhhuuuhhhhh!” She groaned inarticulately. Her climax had her writhing and shivering in his arms as she instinctively drew her knees up to her chest, a slight grunt producing another round of explosive diarrhea into her already packed pampers.

     After an eternity, Diana felt her body return to normal, leaving her even weaker than before, spent and squishing around in a poopy diaper. Collapsing against his chest with a sob, the poopy diaper squishing against her well-toned rump, her heart thumping in her chest. How would she ever be able to respect herself again as an adult or a superheroine after having the best orgasm of her life in a dirty diaper?

     “Awww... don’t fret, darling,” he said, bending down to plant a kiss on her forehead, and Wonder Woman felt a flood of comforting warmth spreading over her entire body, until she was limp and sleepy. “Big babies like you just can’t help themselves,” he said, reaching back to give her messy diaper a squeeze, smushing the mess against her buttocks.

     Diana felt her heart flutter. To her horror, she realized she was starting to get aroused again. What’s happening to me? she fretted as she yawned and drifted to sleep in the arms of perhaps the most dangerous villain she’d ever faced.