Regression Crisis Issue Thirty Five (Patreon)

Really sorry about the wait on this, everyone. As I'm sure you can guess, the last couple of weeks have been very busy, I've barely even had a chance to slow down. Hopefully, things will be back to normal next month.

The days blurred into weeks-- Diana drifted through it all in an infantile haze, diapered and drooling. Daddy dressed her exclusively in the most embarrassing, babyish outfits possible: frilly, girly, and almost always accompanied by an old fashioned bonnet tied under her chin. The former superheroine spent her days playing in her nursery and napping, with only the vaguest sense in the back of her mind of who she once was. Some days, the Princess of the Amazons drifted so deeply into her dreamy babyland, she wondered if she’d ever lived that life of action and adventure at all... or if it was just the silly fantasies of an overgrown Baby Woman.

Wolfe was careful to keep her separated from her allies until her regression was complete. Reintroducing her to the group too early could have disastrous consequences as her mere presence could have a rallying effect on her allies (who had been rendered largely docile at this point.) However, he had calculated that bringing her back into the group after she’d been completely, helplessly regressed would have the opposite effect-- that the sight of this paragon of female strength and heroism reduced to a big, gurgling baby with a load in her pampers would demoralize them and help them settle into their new roles permanently.

In the meanwhile, he spent time with her, feeding Diana her ultra-high fibre meals, pushing her through the gardens in her stroller, and cuddling and reading stories before bedtime. He constructed for her a pastel world of infantile softness, so far removed from her former life as a badass warrior heroine, she was beginning to wonder if she’d dreamed it all.

As they spent more time together, Daddy asked her more and more questions, frequently relating to her former home of Paradise Island. At first she resisted... but the more time wore on, the lass anchored she became to her former, adult identity, her resistance to his questioning growing weaker and weaker... Diana knew she wouldn’t be able to keep the Amazon’s secrets much longer, part of her already wondered why she was even bothering with that silly, grown-up nonsense.

But another part of her, dim and growing dimmer every day, couldn’t help but wonder what Daddy intended to do with the information when he had it.

One day, Diana awoke to find the railing of her crib was open.

It was the first glimpse of freedom the Warrior Princess had seen in weeks. Yawning and scratching lazily, she rolled onto her side and simply stared at the exit for a while. She was so warm and cozy, she seriously considered simply rolling over and going back to sleep, completely ignoring her opportunity to escape... after all, it wouldn’t be long before Daddy came with her breakfast anyway, and she definitely wanted to be around for that.

Yet there was still that part of her, buried somewhere deep, deep inside, that screamed at her to get up, reminding her that she wasn’t an overgrown baby, but a princess-- noble heir to a proud culture of warriors... she couldn’t simply give up on everything she had trained and sacrificed to protect, everything that defined her as a person.

With an expression of grim determination, she clambered down onto the floor. Her equilibrium disrupted by the nanites, Dana was unable to walk and was forced to crawl slowly across the floor, her big, puffy white diaper crinkling behind her as she went.

She crawled into the center of the room, glancing about with her upturned, princess’ nose in the air, wondering what her next move would be.

She didn’t have to wait long... a soft, mechanical whirring drew her attention to the far wall, and Diana watched with quiet curiosity as one of the panels slid back, revealing a dark tunnel beyond. Cautiously, she crawled over to the opening and inspected it quietly.

Diana peered into the darkness of the passage in the wall, which was so black she began to wonder if the tunnel had any end at all.

She stared into the darkness of the void beyond, shivering, a large part of herself wanting to retreat back to the safety and warmth of her crib.

But instead, the infantilized Amazonian Princess steeled herself, calling upon with little reserves of bravery she had left before crawling headlong into the dark void before her.

The tunnel twisted and turned in the darkness, leaving the pampered princess to feel her way through by hand, forcing her to progress slowly. She wound her way through the void, and one point emitting a little yelp as she slipped and found herself rolling down an incline, eventually skidding to a stop on her diapered bottom when she hit flat ground once more.

Wonder Woman had no idea how long she crawled through the darkness with nothing but the incessant crinkle of her diapers in her ears to keep her company.

At last, she noticed the passage becoming less dark. Encouraged, Diana increased her pace, crawling as quickly as she could while feeling her way through the darkness.

Finally, she reached the exit. The beautiful amazonian Adult Baby frowned when she saw an opening barely large enough for her to squeeze through. Deciding that it was too late to turn back, she reluctantly began pushing herself through the small circular opening.

She discovered she could push her head through with ease, and she was able to get her shoulders through with a minimum of fuss. But when it came to her large, heavy breasts, she began to experience issues. Only by carefully controlling her breathing was she able to squeeze her big tits through the hole, realizing grimly that she was now committed to going through... she was sure she’d never be able to squeeze her way back through the way she came.

Her narrow waist and flat stomach fit through the opening with ease. But when the time came to slip her hips and butt through, Diana knew she had a real problem. The hour-glass curve of her hips and the plump swells of her womanly buttocks would have been a problem at the best of times-- with the massive, puffy diaper strapped to her loins, it was virtually impossible.

Straining and grunting, she attempted to use her arms to pry herself loose and kicked her legs behind her, trying desperately to free herself... but she succeeded only in further wedging herself into the small, round opening that had become her prison.

The former superheroine felt herself being overwhelmed with feelings of helplessness and frustration. Biting her lip, she struggled to free herself, feeling tears spring to her eyes... just like a naughty little four year old, about to cry because things weren’t going her way.

“Awwww,” she heard a nasty voice say suddenly from the darkness. “Did the widdle baby princess get her big ol’ diaper butt stuck? Here... let me give you a hand!”

Diana gasped when she felt a set of strong fingers wrap themselves around her wrists painfully. Before she could do anything but emit a surprised gasp, Diana felt herself forcefully yanked, her bulging bottom popping free from the opening. She felt herself tossed across the room like a ragdoll, hitting the (thankfully padded) wall with enough force to drive the wind from her. Distantly, she became aware that her diaper was growing warm between her legs, blushing when she realized she was pissing herself. An attempt at clamping down simply reminded her of how weak she’d become, and she was forced to simply lay there and wet her diaper.

From a prone position on the floor, Diana tried to steady her breathing. She heard one set of footsteps coming towards her, followed quickly by a second and a third.

“Bet you thought what happened a few weeks ago was pretty funny, huh?” the voice said from the darkness, barely suppressed rage and shame evident.

The lights came on with a loud click, and Diana was forced to squint until her eyes adjusted. “Well, you’d better brace yourself, Princess,” the voice said with an aggressive chuckle. “Paybacks a bitch-- and so am I!”

Still squinting in the blinding white light, Diana peered up from her position on the floor to see The Paddler, flanked by Betsy Wetsy and The Milk Maid, all glaring down at her with superior smirks-- and why not? Staring up at them from the floor in a pissy diaper and dressed like a two year old, struggling to even raise herself onto her hands and knees, Wonder Woman had been thoroughly stripped of her power, her status, and her dignity. Gazing up at her foes, Diana felt something she’d only felt a handful of times in her long life... fear.