Regression Crisis Issue Forty Eight (Patreon)

Still feeling a little under the weather at the moment... please bear with me as I try and get things back on track.

As always, thank you all for your support. If you're enjoying the story, you can let me know by hitting like and leaving a comment.

The rest of the day continued as normal-- first, the former heroines were allowed to play for a while longer before being herded into a large communal bathing pool, where they were stripped naked by the Nannies, who then disrobed themselves. Once everyone was naked, they descended into a large, sunken pool; there the Nurses, seated on a marble bench that extended around the sides, held the wriggling, naked adult babies on their laps and gave them a thorough scrub-down with warm, soapy wash-cloths. A post-hypnotic trigger temporarily returned control of their bodily functions, allowing the Nannies to bathe their charges worry free, and the simpering Adult Baby beauties giggled and squirmed naked on their laps, sucking pacifiers and allowing themselves to be scrubbed down in every nook can cranny.

Harley normally looked forward to bath time, but today her sore, spanked tushy prevented her from enjoying it as much as she usually did. Not only did contact with Nanny’s smooth, bare lap send pinpricks of pain throughout her rump, the warm water aggravated the sore, throbbing skin on her buttocks, and the combination of the two had her squirming on Nanny’s knee, trying and failing to find a more comfortable position. Further, Nanny added to her discomfort by occasionally pinching or raking her nails over her fleshy buttocks, making Harley squirm and wriggle uncomfortably on her lap. She chewed her lip and forced herself to remain as still as possible... then Nanny ran the ragged cloth over her red ass, reigniting her discomfort. By the time her bath was finished, poor Harley felt like she’d just been spanked all over again!

The diaper change afterwords felt much better. Possibly as a way of atoning for her rough treatment during the bath, Nanny spread a generous amount of soothing diaper-rash ointment on her palms before softly but firmly spreading it across Harley’s roasted rump and massaging it into her soft, delicate skin. Harley sighed and smiled, imagining cartoon steam rising from her scalded tushy as Nanny rubbed the cream in, soothing the lingering sting of her embarrassing (but highly erotic) spanking.

“Aaaahhhhhh,” she sighed softly, pulling her legs up to allow Nanny better access to her searing buttocks (and flash her lewd glances at her soft, moist pussy in the bargain.) She sighed and groaned quietly to herself squeezing her eyes closed and enjoying the sensation of Nanny’s strong fingers kneading and massaging the soothing cream into the stinging red skin of her round, womanly buttocks, even taking the time to tickle her puckered little asshole and make her gasp.

When the angry, throbbing heat of her spanked cheeks had been reduced to a soft red glow, Nanny powdered Harley’s ass and pussy and taped her into a fresh diaper. Once they had been changed into fresh clothes, the former heroines were lead out into the playroom once again.

“Now you behave, young lady,” Nanny said, sending Harley off to play with a firm pat to her plushly padded bottom. “I’d certainly hate to have to turn you over my knee again!”

She flashed the pouting Princess of Crime a wink to let her know that nothing could be further from the truth, and Harley retreated into the nursery, settling in on her diapered bottom with a sigh and began to play listlessly with some blocks. Nothing to look forward to til dinner, now, she thought with another sigh.

Hmmm, she thought, watching the obnoxious Angela Chen come crawling over, her hugely diapered rump wagging in the air and crinkling loudly with every move she made. The self-described ‘ace reporter’ was the only one other than herself who hadn’t been fully regressed... but she’d hardly found it a blessing. Wolfe forced her to make frequent televised ‘reports’ on her new life that often featured her filmed in various humiliating situations, including in the midst of a messy diaper change and from the corner with a bare red tushy following a spanking! Harley did enjoy these reports very much as she found the embarrassment of the pompous, self-righteous reporter not only hilarious, but also very sexy.

But, in spite of the fact that she was one of the few people in the nursery she could converse with on an adult level, Angela’s annoying, nosy, Prima Donna behaviour and her penchant for spreading embarrassing gossip meant Harley tended to keep her distance from her. Further, her trip to diapers had done nothing to temper her condescending attitude towards superheroines. She’s the only person I’ve ever met who can crawl around in a loaded diaper and still act like her shit doesn’t stink, Harley thought philosophically, watching Angela approach with her usual air of arrogance and announce that she had a secret.

“I bet you can’t guess what it is!” she said teasingly, plopping down on her messy, pampered bum across from Harley, who tried to ignore her. Angela looked even brattier than usual with her hair banded up in pig tails, a too-small t-shirt stretched alluringly over her body, tantalizingly revealing her midriff and accentuating her small but perfectly formed breasts.

“You’re finally getting surgery to get that stick removed from your butt?” Harley sighed, listlessly stacking blocks.

Angela’s eyes narrowed angrily. “No! One of the Nannies told me that Daddy’s bringing home a special surprise tonight!”

Harley groaned inwardly. What’s it going to be this time? she wondered. Wolfe bringing home a surprise usually meant he’d just invented something embarrassing/perverted that he wanted to test out on them.

“Great... what now, Enemamobile? A Teddy Bear that spanks us?”

“Laugh all you want, clown,” Angela said smugly, “but I think you’re going to be interested to know that from what I hear, they’re bringing in someone new.”

Now that was an interesting piece of information. With the Regression Crisis spreading, it was only natural that other Metahumans may have fallen victim, and it would only make sense that Wolfe would move them here. It could be almost anyone-- she’d barely heard or seen any news about what had been happening on the outside since they’d arrived.

“Any idea who it might be?” Harley asked, casually stacking her blocks and knocking them down again as she spoke.

“Beats me,” Angela said with a shrug. “It must be big, though... I hear Wolfe expects everyone to be there, including all the Nannies.”

Harley turned the matter over in her brain. At least it would give her something to occupy her mind until dinnertime. The only thing left for her to do was deal with the annoying Angela Chen who was still beaming and patting herself on the back over her ‘big scoop.’

“Hey Angela,” Harley said causally, ‘That’s pretty interesting. Wanna know what I think?”

“What?” Angela said excitedly.

Harley lifted up a diapered butt-cheek and grunted softly to herself. She was quickly rewarded with a loud, wet fart, barely muffled by her thick diaper. “Ahhh!” she sighed in exaggerated relief.

“EEEWWWW!” Angela said prissily, shooting Harley a grossed out look and pinching her nose shut. “You’re a real piece of work, Quinn!”

With a giggle, Harley watched Angela crawl away grumbling, trying to find someone who might care about her announcement among the nursery residents with preschool level I.Q.s.

Sighing, Harley decided to put the question of who the new girl would be out of her mind for the moment-- not like there was anything she could do about it, anyway. Instead, she scanned the nursery in search of Poison Ivy, hoping she’d be up for a little making out before dinner.