Regression Crisis Issue Forty (Patreon)

This chapter marks the end of this phase of the story-- tune in next month when we'll check in on Harley and the other characters!

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Laying stretched out on her back, her massive adult diaper opened beneath her to expose the utterly apocalyptic bowel movement inside, Diana’s cheeks flared bright red... especially when the full, awful, rotting garbage stink of her accident slapped her in the face and made her eyes water. She shuddered, the mess smeared on her smooth, white skin all gooey and hot, and she dared not even glance down for fear of what she might see. Instead, the former Wonder Woman and current Adult Baby sucked her thumb aggressively and tried to fight back the tears that were threatening to start rolling down her cheeks at any moment, completing her transformation into a whiny, overgrown child.

Fortunately, The Milk Maid recognized a fussy baby when she saw one, and she immediately went to work, drawing a wet wipe and applying it to the amazon princess’ dainty skin, making sure to baby-talk sweetly to her to keep her distracted.

“Well, I certainly do have a pretty baby on my hands, don’t I?” she cooed softly, applying the cool cloth to Diana’s poopy bottom and giving it a firm wipe. “Yes I do! She’s just such a pretty little princess, I just want to eat her up!”

Diana groaned and shifted, feeling more infantile than ever. But the sensation of the cloth against her messy bum as heavenly, and she was able to stifle any sobs by focusing on how wonderful it felt to be out of that awful, loaded diaper.

Taking the princess’ ankles in her hand, Nicole lifted her legs, exposing Diana’s bottom. She was unable to suppress a chuckle-- it looked like the super heroine had sat herself bare bottomed in a container of gooey, sticky mud, which now clung thickly to each cheek and caked itself uncomfortably up between her buttocks.

“What a messy tushy she’s got!” Nicole said cutely, reaching out to give Diana’s quivering derriere a wipe with the cool cloth, making the Amazon warrior murmur and squirm slightly. “What a silly baby to crawl around with such a messy bottom! You’re lucky aunty Nicole came along to give this dirty bum a change before you got a rash, you silly thing!”

Diana could only lay by blushing helplessly. There was a time where she would have had this villain subdued by now, hogtied and squirming on the ground with her shining golden lasso. Now, she didn’t even know where the lasso was, and it was she who was squirming-- with the stink of her own messy pampers in her dainty, upturned nose, to boot.

“Hold still my darling,” The Milk Maid said, directing the cool, clammy wet-wipe directly up the center of the Amazon Princess’ butt crack, making her shiver and draw a sharp breath, utterly humiliated to have her dirty butt wiped by someone else for the first time since childhood. But the feeling of being clean was heavenly, and she simply bit her lip and blushed, remaining still when the process was repeated with a second, then a third wipe, until her hiney was clean, the cheeks glowing pink after her encounter with The Paddler.

“There-- that’s better, isn’t it sweetheart?” Nicole said, reaching for the baby powder.

Diana made a small noise of agreement, obediently spreading her legs, lewdly exposing her bald pussy and crinkly asshole to her nemesis. The Milk Maid couldn’t resist a toothy smile as she dusted the blushing superheroine’s bare pussy with baby powder.

“Legs up!” Nicole commanded gently, grinning when Diana complied obediently, lifting her legs to expose her flawless ass to her sweet tormentor. It was with a certain glee that Nicole powdered the obnoxiously perfect and formerly arrogant costumed adventurer and patted it in with her hand, delighting in the heat her recent paddling had generated in her supple buttocks.

“There there... we don’t want to see any rashes, do we?”

“No, ma’am,” Diana agreed submissively, enjoying the cool feeling of the powder against her buttocks even through her humiliation. Nicole patted the powder into her skin with a smug sense of satisfaction: she had the powerful heroine, who had so resoundingly humiliated and defeated her mere weeks before, eating out of the palm of her hand.

“And when we get this diaper changed, maybe it’s time we get you a little lunch,” Nicole said suggestively, leaning forward to give the squirming Wonder Baby a glimpse of her magnificent cleavage, grinning when Diana began unconsciously drooling and smacking her lips as she gazed at those huge, milky tits with open lust and hunger. Nicole let out a husky chuckle.

“You’d better be a good girl then,” The Milk Maid said, lifting her legs again to slip a diaper under Diana’s bum. “The sooner I get this big-girl pamper on, the sooner you can have a drink of mommy’s milk.”

Licking her lips, Diana forced herself to remain still as the diaper was tugged up tightly against her freshly powdered pussy and sealed firmly around her waist.

On the floor, Diana squirmed babyishly, the diaper crinkling loudly in her ears. She stared at Nicole with wide eyes that just got rounder when she stripped off her top, exposing her huge, round tits, the nipples already full and erect, begging to be sucked on. Suddenly, her mouth was dry and her privates were getting moist.

“OK, darling,” Nicole said, pealing off Diana’s onesie, leaving the former superheroine naked, “it’s time for din din.”

Nude except for her pampers, the ex-Wonder Woman drooled and licked her lips, gazing up at The Milk Maid’s massive tits. She was more than ready, and she happily climbed into Nicole’s lap, sighing when her foe wrapped her arms around her and drew her in close. She nuzzled up, not even hesitating to take the engorged nipple into her mouth and start suckling. She was immediately rewarded with a gush of warm, creamy milk.

Diana swallowed greedily, and she soon settled into an easy rhythm of suckling and swallowing. Almost instinctively, she reached up with her hand and cupped her former foe’s other breast, cuddling up close as she tucked in, suckling down the milk eagerly. Almost immediately, she started to feel warm, a strange tingling sensation filling her belly and spreading throughout her limbs. Her thoughts grew quiet, her worldview narrowing, until all she could think about was getting her fill of Nicole’s milk.

“That’s my girl,” The Milk maid said, a contented smile spreading across her face. She enjoyed the warmth and weight of the not-so-Super-heroine against her bare torso. The feeling of dominance she had while changing Wonder Woman’s diaper had been thrilling, but this was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Stroking the superheroine’s bare back, she felt Diana’s body go limp in her arms, the tension in her body melting away the more milk she consumed.

The quiet was broken by a long, soft hissing noise. The Milk Maid giggled, reaching down to give Diana’s diaper a squeeze and confirm her suspicions: Wonder Baby had wet her pampers, unable to hold it until she finished her dinner. Her potty training was a thing of the past, and the milk was leading her further from adulthood with every swallow. The Milk Maid laughed triumphantly.

“You really are just a big baby now, aren’t you sweetie?”

Almost in response, there was a brief pause, and for a moment, Nicole thought Diana was about to say something.

Instead, the dark-haired beauty grunted and farted, rumbling the seat of her diaper. The Milk Maid laughed out loud, but Diana just sighed and returned to her suckling like nothing had happened, even as a strong, gassy smell began to emerge. Adult ideas like shame were quickly becoming foreign concepts, and she squirmed her bottom in her soggy diaper and continued her suckling with a contented sigh, focused on nothing at the moment beyond satiating her hunger.

Mommy and daddy will take care of everything, she thought, her final coherent, adult thought before she slipped into a babyish haze, the pressure and stress of her adult life forgotten.