Regression Crisis Issue Thirty Four (Patreon)

Sorry I'm late with this, everyone, I've been sick for over a week now.  It's going to be a bit of a rush, but I promise I'm going to get all the missing updates out before the end of the month. If you're still enjoying the story, be sure to let me know by leaving a like and a comment below.

Her name was Diana, and she was Princess of the Amazons, destined to one day rule over a culture of proud warrior women that had existed for thousands of years. She was the protector of Paradise Island and it’s citizens... but she was also a diplomat, sent into man’s world to represent her people and serve as an example of their ideals, and her wisdom was sought out by the world’s leaders and great thinkers. And of course, she was a hero, bravely fighting for peace and justice across the world as Wonder Woman, becoming a nearly universally beloved figure in the process.

These were the facts Diana had to remind herself of as she found herself looking up into Mr. Wolfe’s  face guiltily, a hot and heavy load of poop weighing down the back of her colourful, crinkly diaper, which was now sagging low enough to reveal the top of her butt-crack, the brown stain on the seat growing darker and larger with every passing second. It was hard to feel like much of a hero when a handsome man was peeking inside her loaded diaper to survey the magnitude of her mess.

“Oh yeah-- that oatmeal really did a number on you, didn’t it, sweetie?” She stammered, but he didn’t wait for an answer, instead reaching between her legs to feel for dampness, discovering her quite wet. “Wow! You used up every inch of this diaper!”

Diana blushed furiously, shaking her head. She knew she had to get a grip on herself. Although Wolfe had thoroughly defeated her, it was vital that she maintain her grip on her identity! If she submitted to him, he’d get even more powerful... and with the other heroines under his thumb (including Supergirl and Zatana, two of the most powerful beings on the planet), he was already almost unstoppable... she couldn’t allow him to use her to get even stronger! She had to resist-- for the good of women everywhere!

But she was still caught off guard, barking out a surprised yelp when he scooped her up under her arms, forced to grudgingly wrap her legs around his waist (Diana bit her lip, trying to ignore the way her pissy wet diapered pussy was grinding against him.)

Carrying her across the room with the ease of a rag doll, Diana found herself set down heavily onto the changing table, her hot, gooey mess squishing flat between the table and her tushy with an audible squelch. Diana’s eyes went wide, her pretty lips forming a tight little ‘o’ of surprise, the mess smushing all over her once again.

She told herself it was both disgusting and humiliating, unsanitary and an affront to her adulthood... she tried to tell herself that she was mortified, grossed-out, outraged, repeated the words in her head like a mantra, ran through the list of sensations she knew she, as a grown woman, should be feeling in this situation...

But as the hot, muddy mess spread out across her butt-cheeks and wedged up between her shapely buns, outrage and disgust were not the emotions she was experiencing. Instead, the amazon princess was unable to deny a shameful, but rapidly building arousal that made her privates feel all hot and tingly and moist inside her messy diaper.

The Warrior Princess scolded herself, trying to scrape up some leftover dignity befitting her royal status... but to her shame and horror, she was unable to stop herself from squirming on her rump, savouring the feeling of her bottom getting messier and messier, cooing quietly to herself as she did. The whole experience left Diana feeling exquisitely babyish, and all of it served only to stoke Wonder Woman’s forbidden desires.

She became aware of Wolfe smirking at her, filling her with the cold shock of shame. But Wolfe simply took her by the hands, bending over to kiss her tenderly on the forehead. “It’s OK, darling,” he said, reaching down to stroke her bare thigh gently. “Big babies like you can’t help making mud pies in their pants-- or having a nice wiggle in them.”

He winked, causing Diana to blush and turn away, but he took her chin gently between his thumb and forefinger and guided her head back into place, until she was gazing into his eyes once again. She felt locked in place, and as much as she wanted to, Diana couldn’t look away... she was drawn into his deep, dark blue eyes, her heart pounding, her breathing getting heavier, and she wanted very much for him to kiss her again.

“It’s alright, darling. Daddy Wolfe doesn’t punish babies for things they can’t help.”

“I couldn’t, Daddy,” she insisted in a voice that sounded shockingly small and helpless in her ears.

“I know, Precious,” he said, tickling her under her chin. “You can’t be expected to control yourself anymore-- that’s why you need Daddy to look after you, right?”

Diana looked dubious, “It’s alright, darling. Like I said: I don’t believe in punishing big babies for things they can’t control. In fact, I think you earned yourself a reward for making Daddy such a big, messy present in your pampers... Don’t you?”

The superheroine cringed and moaned in embarrassment, but still allowed herself to be laid out on her back, her wrists buckled into place with thick straps on either side of her head. Too late, she realized once again that she was totally powerless and completely under his control once again... Diana was dismayed when she realized that the thought had her quivering with anticipation.

Reaching out, he began rubbing the front of her diaper, pressing and rubbing the fluffy, soggy material against her hot pussy, drawing an involuntary groan of pleasure. Shuddering, Diana found herself unconsciously squirming, rubbing her dirty diapered bum on the changing table, the poopy mess smushing, squishing and smearing across both buttocks and caking up thickly into her crack.

“Yes... I think you’ve earned yourself a very special treat for being such a good, big baby girl,” he said, and Diana felt that mysterious warmth emanating from his palm through the front of her diaper, flowing into her and once more filling her with pleasure-- more and more every second, until it seemed more than her body could possibly contain.

“Yes... she’s just a big happy babe in a stinky, poopy diaper, isn’t she?” he said, teasingly.

“Uhhhhhh!” she cried, ashamed of her betrayal of her warrior’s code, humiliated in her reduction in status from hero to simpering diaper girl with a load in her pampers... but still greedy for an orgasm.

“Who’s Daddy’s Big Baby girl?” he asked, slowing his rubbing, the amount of energy flowing out of him diminishing.

“UUUUUHHHUUUUUHHH!” Wonder Baby gave a piteous, bratty squeal, stamping her feet, her dignity forgotten. Princess wanted her orgasm, and she wanted it NOW!

“Now now,” he chided, decreasing the flow of energy even further, making her groan in protest. “Don’t be fussy! I asked you a question, young lady: Who’s Daddy’s Big Baby Girl?”

Shivering and drooling, her personality almost totally subsumed by her quest for orgasm, Diana forced herself to moan: “Uuuuuuuhhhhh aaaaammmmmm...”

“I don’t think I can hear you,” Wolfe said, dimming the flow of energy once more and making his captive bleat piteously. “Who’s Daddy’s Big Baby Girl?”

She looked up at him, locking eyes as she cried out: “I AM YOUR BIG BABY GIRL, DADDY!”

All at once, the second she finished speaking, the warm, pulsing energy returned, even stronger than before, and getting more powerful by the second.

“UUUUUHHHHH!” Diana cried, grinning and drooling like a fool, her legs spreading obscenely, displaying herself and her dirty diaper to him as openly as possible. All reason and modesty had fled from her body, pushed out in a wave of tingling, orgasmic force surging through her, leaving only an all consuming sexual appetite.

Her climax arrived like a tidal wave, washing over top of her and sweeping her away into an ocean of pleasure.  Squealing and shuddering, Diana writhed and thrashed on the table, and she found herself unconsciously drawing her knees up towards her chest. Too late, the warrior princess realized that the same power that was propelling her towards orgasm was also stimulating her bowels, and she was on the verge of another messy accident.

“OOOHHH!” she cried ecstatically as her orgasm forcefully over took her, just milliseconds before her butt exploded once again, a cacophony of farts and squishes filling the air, her diaper bulging outwards once again, the stain growing larger and darker. She squeezed her eyes shut and fought back a sob, Wolfe’s rich chuckles echoing in her ears as she lost all control.