Regression Crisis Issue Thirty Seven (Patreon)

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“Y’know, I thought princess’ shit wasn’t supposed to stink,” Betsy said, standing back and admiring her handiwork. The diaper and bonnet clad superheroine responded by grunting as she loudly blasted out another round of mushy poo-poo into her already packed pamper. Diana could only grunt, sweat, and drool. So powerful were the cramps in her stomach and the messy, flatulent detonations they produced in her diaper that Diana didn’t even try to stop them... she just stuck her butt up in the air and let her body force out a seemingly impossible amount of poop into her already bulging adult diapers.

“PHEW-WEE!” Betsy Wetsy complained, bending down daintily to pat the seat of Diana’s diapers. “You really funkified that diaper!”

Diana could do nothing but press her forehead to the floor, giving thanks to her gods that the mess seemed to have spattered to a stop... at least for the moment. Her nostrils flared, the stink of her diaper invading her cute, upturned nose.

“Y’know, princess, I have smelled some STINKY diapers in my time,” Betsy said teasingly, neglecting to mention that many of those smelly diapers were hers, “but this one takes the cake! I mean P-U, princess... I think it might be time to see a doctor!”

Diana simply grunted in response, a gooey farting sound bringing another round of mushy diarrhea. Betsy just laughed, bending down to give the seat of Wonder Woman’s bulging diaper a couple of gentle pats. “Well darling, it’s been fun... but the other girls want to have a word with you, and the game is hide and seek, so I guess it’s time for you to go.”

She emphasized this with an open palmed SWAT to the seat of Wonder Woman’s diaper, sending the disgraced superheroine crawling off unsteadily on all fours, hugely messy diaper squishing behind her with every move she made.

“Ta-ta, babykins,” Betsy mocked behind her, grinning as she watched the stained seat of Wonder Woman’s diaper waggling in the air behind her.

Diana, her hot, squishy diaper chafing her with every move she made, tried to keep her cool, but she found herself getting upset, tears stinging her eyes. She was supposed to be a proud warrior, in constant control of her body and emotions... but the hot muddy mess squishing against her buttocks and stinking up her general area was a constant reminder of her failure to maintain control. For the proud, powerful Amazon Princess, the humiliation was nearly overwhelming, and she couldn’t stop the fat tears from rolling down her cheeks.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the maze, The Paddler was enjoying herself.

The past few weeks had been difficult for Ava, but things were starting to look up. Her new and improved bionic anus was functioning perfectly... She only farted or defecated when she felt like it now, and she possessed complete control over her bowels.

Well... almost complete. Wolfe had, of course, left himself with back door control over her new butt-hole, and he rarely let her forget it. Although he hadn’t used it to humiliate her in front of the others yet, she’d been forced to put on a couple of ‘performances’ for him, farting uncontrollably for his amusement, and once he’d sent her running from the room with a case of explosive diarrhea when she’d questioned his authority one time too many... but so far, she had no regrets.

She stalked the maze quietly, ears open and listening for any sign of her quarry, only the slight jingle of the paddles on her belt to distract her.

In the distance, she heard a small noise. Halting in place, Ava cocked her ear and listened again, holding her breath and closing her eyes.

There, she thought with a smile when she heard it again. Moving slowly and carefully, she tiptoed closer to the door on the south side of the room and stuck her head through, listening.

She heard the sound again, tiny, distant, but unmistakable... someone was softly crying as they moved through the halls. The Paddler’s suspicions were confirmed when she heard a large, muffled farting sound. It was the princess, alright, and from the sound of things she’d already run into Betsy.

Slowly, cautiously, moving without sound, she tiptoed down the hall towards her prey.

Fighting back tears, Diana continued crawling aimlessly, her messy pamper squishing behind her with every move she made. She knew she needed a plan, knew she had to find someway to hide, to escape, to fight back, damnit!

But after her encounter with Betsy Wetsy, Wonder Woman was having a hard time staying focused. In fact, far from thinking strategically, she found she was only able to feel sorry for herself. She was angry at herself, her years of stoicism and self control rendered null in the face of one messy diaper. Worse, her bowels were still giving her grief, and periodically, her stomach would cramp, and Diana would force out another gassy explosion into her pampers.

She had stopped to grunt out another noisy mess when she heard a sound behind her. Frantic, her heart hammering in her chest, she took off crawling as fast as she could, not knowing where she was going. She tried to listen for someone approaching from behind her, but all she could hear was the persistent ‘squish squish squish,’ of her messy diapers.

She rounded one corner, then another, frantically searching for some place to hide herself. Instead, she found herself at a dead end... and the sound of footsteps behind her were getting louder by the second.

The stink of a poopy diaper tickled her nose, and The Paddler smiled, knowing that she was closing in on the princess. She bit her lip to contain a smile and flexed her fingers, aching to deliver a spanking to the formerly haughty, superior superheroine... the messy diaper would be the cherry on top of her humiliation.

She pushed forward into the maze, following both the faint, muddy squishing noise, and the smell of poopy diapers, which got stronger the closer she got. At last Ava rounded the corner, grinning when her victim came into view.

Wonder Woman didn’t look like much of a hero now. Her eyes red and puffy from crying, she sat on her thickly pampered rump in the corner, sucking her thumb and sobbing. The stink of dirty diapers was gagging, and The Paddler was forced to pinch her nose shut as she approached.

“Well well well... what have we here?” She said smugly, looking down on the cowering former heroine with maximum contempt. “It kind of looks like Wonder Woman... except for the diapers, of course!” she said, laughing when Diana began sobbing anew. “Sure doesn’t SMELL much like a hero, though... Smells like a big, stinky diaper!”

Diana broke into loud sobs again, sucking her thumb even harder and squirming in her squishy pampers miserably. There was noting in the world she wanted more at this moment than a diaper change... but one look into Ava’s smug face let her know that there probably wasn’t one forthcoming.

“A big STINKY, WHINY BABY who needs an attitude adjustment... don’t you agree?” Ava grinned, taking a paddle from her belt and tapping it against her palm menacingly.

In the corner, Diana shook her head and slurped her thumb, cowering before her nemesis. The Paddler approached slowly, grinning, enjoying the reversal of power. When last they’d met, it had ended in Ava’s complete defeat and humiliation. Now, it was Wonder Woman waddling around with a big mushy load in her pants, and Ava was determined to enjoy every moment of her disgrace.

“You’ve been acting far too big for your britches, babykins,” Ava said with a chuckle. She pressed a hidden button on the wall, a simple bench rising up out of the floor in response. Settling down, she reached over, taking Diana roughly by the ear and tumbling her across her lap in one swift motion, grinning at the sight of her hugely inflated diaper. Diana shrieked and kicked, but The Paddler was easily able to hold her in place.

“You’ve needed this for a long time, you little brat,” Ava said, bringing the flat, hard paddle down on the seat of Diana’s pampers, squishing the mess inside against her smooth buttocks and making her squeal. “and now you’re gonna get it!”