Regression Crisis Issue Forty Nine (Patreon)

We're getting close to the end of the main story now, but I'm planning to do a couple of epilogues that will elaborate on our heroines final fates (as well as set up some possible future sequels,) so stay tuned.

After a nice kiss ‘n’ cuddle with Poison Ivy (who was much less bossy since she’d had her IQ reduced to the level of a two year old, a grateful Harley thought), it was dinnertime. They were fed their usual meal of healthy fruits, veggies, and oatmeal. As usual, the meal was disrupted by much burping and farting, and Baby Batgirl, seated next to Harley, unleashed a huge, flatulent mess into her diaper halfway through the meal, simply sighing afterwords and opening her mouth to receive the next bite. Harley ate in silence, wondering when Daddy would arrive... and what, exactly, the ‘surprise’ would be.

Of course, the nosy, obnoxious Angela Chen had informed her that Wolfe was bringing a new ‘resident’ to the nursery, but that little poser was no more reliable in here than she was when she was on TV. Frankly, in Harley’s opinion, Ms. Chen’s personality didn’t need any adjustment to fit in in the nursery.

They didn’t have to wait too long. Dinner was no sooner finished, with the Nannies clearing away the dishes and cleaning the faces of the squirming Adult Babies with wet cloths, than a small chiming noise sounded over the Nursery’s speaker system, followed by a soothing Female Voice:

“Attention! Attention! Daddy will be arriving in twenty minutes!”

The soft, tinkling music soon returned after the voice faded. Now there was excitement in the room, with the Nannies bustling to get their charges out of their high chairs and ready to greet Daddy. Furthermore, the Adult Baby beauties tittered and chatted among themselves, almost vibrating with excitement at the mere thought of seeing Daddy. Harley rolled her eyes... but even she had to admit, the thought of seeing Wolfe filled her with a vague excitement that with both childish and erotic in nature.

Those who needed it were quickly changed, poor Batgirl being the lone messy tushy on the changing tables. The girls were quickly dressed into their best (read: most childish) outfits, most of them in some way recalling the outfits they wore as superheroines in either colour or iconography. Harley found her long blonde hair banded up into her trademark pigtails, wearing a tight-fitting romper that was a mockery of her famous red and black suit. A matching pair of leggings, one red, one black, had been pulled onto her smooth bare legs, leaving only a small gap of thigh bare between the leggings and the romper.

Minutes later, the former heroines were gathered on the floor in the nursery in front of the door, awaiting Daddy’s arrival, the Nurses gathered in a line behind them, their finely chiselled faces, stylish blonde hair, powerful but feminine figures and crisp white uniforms so totally identical there was no way to tell them apart... at least, not that Harley could see. The Babes would occasionally whisper and giggle to one another, but for the most part it was quiet but for the crinkling of diapers.

And then, with very little ceremony, the door slid open with a futuristic hiss and in stepped Daddy Wolfe. The effect was instant, with most of the sensuous, regressed Baby Women becoming instantly aroused. They gazed at him with absolute, idiotic adoration, some compulsively sucking their thumbs or drooling. In a T-shirt with her trademark S symbol, a little red cape pinned to the back, the former Supergirl spread her thighs and let out an uncontrollable jet of urine into her thirsty diaper, saturating herself with a noisy hiss and a silly, wet grin on her face. Several of them reached down and began unconsciously rubbing themselves through the front of their diapers, unable to contain their arousal. Zatana further humiliated herself by soiling herself noisily as she masturbated, not even slowing her rubbing as she noisily grunted out a gassy load. Harley watched, crinkling her nose against the earthy stink that got worse the more the former magician’s diaper bulged behind her. At last, she finished with a little sigh and returned to a sitting position with a moist squish. Harley chuckled when she noticed Zatanna was now happily masturbating and squirming away in her poopy diaper as she listened to Daddy.

“As I’m sure some of you have heard by now,” he announced, “I’ve got a little surprise for you all tonight.”

Angela took the time to glance around the room smugly, even shooting Harley a pointed glance, like: See? Told you so!Harley rolled her eyes. I guess even a broken clock is right twice a day, she thought with a sigh.

“But first, a little matter to take care of.’ He fixed the Nannies with a stern look, one that had them gulping in their high heels. Although they were technically taller than Wolfe, there was never any question of who was in charge... nor why Wolfe was top dog. Discipline among the Nannies usually wasn’t meted out or even discussed in front of their little charges, so whatever it was, Daddy must’ve been quite unhappy.

“Number Five,” he said sternly, shooting her an angry look that hat her quaking in her crisp Nurse’s uniform and had her identical ‘sisters’ taking a step away from her. “What have you got to say about this?”

With a push of a button on a remote control, the TV embedded in the far wall came to life. Every eye in the room was drawn to it and was greeted with footage of Harley’s sexy encounter with Nanny Number Five in the playhouse earlier in the day. “Oh God,” she said under her breath, watching through splayed fingers as Nanny spanked her in her messy pamper, then proceeded to sexually dominate her until she had an orgasm in her filthy diaper. It was mortifying to have to watch it in front of an audience (many of whom were openly giggling at her humiliation), but she had to admit, it was pretty hot listening to the reactions of the audience. Furthermore, Nanny Number Five was getting increasingly uncomfortable as events went on. She watched the footage with a face that was getting increasingly red, shifting uncomfortably.

“This type of behaviour,” Wolfe intoned, “is strictly forbidden, young lady!”

“Yes, sir,” she said robotically, her voice hollow. The air was quiet, and even the Baby Women were watching the events unfold with silent anticipation.

“An example must be made... Don’t you think?”

“Oh no, sir!” Number Five said said, taking an involuntary step back. Her identical sisters on each side instantly snapped into action, each one seizing an arm and holding her in place. “Please! Don’t!” She blubbered. Harley was surprised how quickly she lost her composure when threatened by Wolfe. It was amusing to watch her professional, strong-willed persona melt when faced with the prospect of the consequences of her actions... but it was also a bit scary. Harley couldn’t remember seeing the nannies look worried about anything before.

“Hush,” he said, gesturing for her to be brought towards him. The Nannies on either side of her gripped her arms and walked her forward slowly. “You know the rules.” He reached out to stroke her cheek softly. Harley noted that Number Five’s reaction seemed to be somewhere between terror and ecstasy. “Be a good girl, Number Five... and accept your punishment.”