Regression Crisis Issue Thirty Nine (Patreon)

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Nicole Foster, AKA The Milk Maid, sat and sang in her soft, lilting voice. The words were sweet, as though drenched with honey... sticky, intoxicating, irresistible. She knew her target was near and getting nearer, knew it was just a matter of time. She just had to be patient for a little longer.

She wore her costume, the top unbuttoned all the way down to her navel, her massive tits barely concealed. Her nipples tingled, aching a little, filled with milk, her special milk... the milk that would finally reduce Wonder Woman to a helpless, powerless Adult Baby. Her mind would be left largely intact, per Wolfe’s instructions (“I’ve still got some things to probe into,” he said, smiling that damn, enigmatic smile of his), but her body would never again possess it’s super-human power.

The warrior princess would be as weak and helpless as a kitten, diaper dependant, and totally reliant on others to do everything from feeding her to wiping her butt and changing her pampers. It was a scenario The Milk Maid found incredibly stimulating, especially after having been so completely dominated by the heroine just a few weeks before.

The Milk Maid didn’t hold a grudge like The Paddler, and to a lesser extent Betsy Wetsy. Although she generally enjoyed the dominant role, she knew that an occasional dive into submission could be highly enlightening... and highly stimulating. Particularly if the roles could be somehow switched again... she grinned evilly, thinking of all the naughty things she’d do when she had the princess of the amazons in her grasp.

The Milk Maid sang her sweet lullabies and watched for her target, calm, patient... after all, she had all the time in the world.

Diana crawled as fast as she could, but she was growing tired. What was worse, her messy diaper was starting to chafe her delicate skin, and her bottom was beginning to itch and burn. But the singing was getting ever closer, tantalizing her, drawing her ever forward towards its source. So she pushed herself forward, determined, not really understanding why she was so desperate to find the singer anymore, but not seeing any other option at this point.

She pressed forward, diaper crinkling, squishing, and stinking behind her. When she hit a dead end, she would simply turned and retraced her steps, then looked for a new way forward. The singing grew louder and louder, leading her forward, growing stronger and clearer.

Finally, she entered a long hallway, and knew that she was nearly there. At the far end, light poured out of one of the doors, and the voice was clearly emanating from within. She crawled slowly, her face growing increasingly blank the closer she got, as though the singing was driving the thoughts from her head. Her mind grew more and more empty by the minute. As the voice, soft, lilting, and seductive, pushed out all her other thoughts, Diana felt herself filled with a soothing warmth... soft and sensual, filling her with a tickling sensation that was oddly addictive... pulling her forward.

She increased her pace, trying to get to her destination as quickly as possible.

The Milk Maid heard the crinkling of her diaper first, coming slowly down the hall toward her. Next came the smell... the stench of dirty diapers filled Nicole’s upturned nose before Diana even crossed the threshold. And then, there she was.

Nicole smiled, but never stopped singing. With sparkling, bright eyes, she watched the former heroine crawl slowly towards her, her diaper clearly messy behind her. Diana took up a spot near The Milk Maid’s feet, settling down on her massively loaded diaper with an audible squish and gazing up at her with a solemn face.

The Milk Maid serenaded the regressed heroine for some time, singing soft lullabies and gentle love songs, her voice as sweet as honey. Diana popped her thumb in her mouth and settled back to listen, her discomforts forgotten, at least for the moment.

She had no idea how long she sat in her poopy pampers at the Milk Maid’s feet and slurped her thumb, listening to the villainess sing softly. Time seemed to melt away, and Diana felt relaxed... she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so warm and comfortable and at ease with the world. She was vaguely aware of pissing her diaper twice, and was mortified when she disrupted the performance with another epic bowel movement that emerged in the form of three epicly flatulent eruptions. But Nicole just continued her song, never acknowledging the disruption... there would be time to deal with that later.

Diana settled in, soon forgetting about the growing mess in her pants. The more she watched and listened, the more Diana began to realize just how pretty the singer was. She studied the woman’s finely chiselled features, gazed at her pouty red lips, and surprised herself when she started thinking about kissing them.

Her eyes wandered, and it wasn’t long before they settled on the front of her uniform, how her blouse was unbuttoned all the way to display her flat stomach. Then she found herself noticing the massive swells of her huge, melon-like breasts, barely concealed beneath her open top. Diana stared at them, drooling, suddenly able to think of nothing but ripping open that top and having a good, long suckle at the Milk Maid’s nipples.

How long this continued, Diana was unable to say. Finally, after finishing one of her songs, The Milk Maid looked at Diana with smile that made her heart race. “Well, I think somebody might be ready to have herself a little diaper change, wouldn’t you agree, honey bunny?”

Diana nodded seriously, unable to fight the urge to wiggle and squish in her diaper for a moment to demonstrate.

“Well, don’t be shy, darling,” The Milk Maid purred, lowering herself to the floor. From her nearby diaper bag, she took a sheet which she spread out on the floor, then looked at Diana expectantly, patting the top of the blanket invitingly.

Diana hesitated... but where else could she go? She definitely needed a change, she was so stinky and itchy... but could she really submit herself to a diaper change from an enemy?

Without much of a choice, Diana reluctantly crawled over and spread herself out on the sheet, moaning a bit when the diaper squished moistly beneath her.

“This diaper is soooooo messy,” The Milk Maid said, her voice low and husky as she reached out and rubbed the front of Diana’s pampers. “I can tell by the smell I’ve got my work cut out for me.”

Diana blushed, nodding in agreement as she sucked her thumb. Laying on her back in a poopy diaper, waiting for a change, was always the thing that made her feel the most regressed... that brought it home just how low she’d been taken. ‘Wonder Woman’ was a distant, foggy memory now, something that hardly seemed real anymore. Remembering that life now was like remembering a dream for her, one that served only to hammer home how helpless she’d become.

Reaching out with her well-manicured fingers, the Milk Maid took her time getting a grip on the tapes on the front of Wonder Woman’s adult diapers before suddenly ripping them open with dramatic flourish, the loud tearing sound causing Diana to jump and whimper. Squirming, she made a series of soft, embarrassed sounds as the front panel was slowly lowered, revealing the magnitude of the massive, muddy mess in her diaper. Grinning broadly, the Milk Maid fanned her face.

“PHEW! My goodness! You made a right mess of these little britches, didn’t you honey bunny?”

Behind her thumb, Diana nodded, the stink of her diaper making her eyes water... or perhaps it was simply embarrassment.

“Not to worry, your majesty,” Nicole giggled, reaching for her diaper bag. “We’ll get you clean again!”