Regression Crisis Issue Fifty (reposted) (Patreon)

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“No!” Nanny Number Five cried, struggling fiercely against the grip of her identical ‘sisters.’ “Please! I’m begging you! Anything but that!”

“Shhhh,” Daddy hushed, putting a finger to her lips, instantly quieting her pleas. “You know that what you did was against the rules, and you knew there would be consequences if you were caught. There’s no point in crying about it now.”

“But...”

“My mind is made up, young woman,” Wolfe said sternly, placing one hand on each side of her face and fixing her with an intense stare. Number Five was frozen in place like a mouse before a cobra, powerless in his gaze. Even the former superheroines fell silent in their diapers and baby clothes, not knowing what they were about to see. Meanwhile, the other Nannies simply watched in solemn silence. They knew what was coming, and it chilled their hearts... but their sister knew the rules, knew what the punishment would be if she was caught... and she broke them anyway. They knew she deserved what she was going to get... most of them had decided to let it serve as an example; they silently vowed not to make the same mistakes.

“I now take back the power that was bestowed on you,” he said dramatically. His hands began glowing in the dim light, as though he were drawing energy from the unfortunate Number Five... and although the process didn’t seem to cause her any physical pain, she emitted a series of high-pitched squeaks and squeals that ranged somewhere between outrage and orgasm. The resulting sound sent shivers down the spines of the observers... but what happened next drew gasps from the onlookers.

As the glow grew brighter, Harley to notice Nanny Number Five’s uniform beginning to look looser, folds and wrinkles in the material beginning to appear, almost like the clothes were getting bigger. No,she thought, squinting to observe the proceedings more closely.The Nanny... she’s getting... smaller?!

It was getting obvious now, and the whispering began once again. Number Five, who’d once actually been taller than Wolfe, was now standing at almost the same height, and she was losing inches fast.

“Come now,” He chided watching was she dipped below his chin, and was actually forced to tilt her head back up to look into his face. “You knew you were merely borrowing a piece of my power, and you knew it was mine to take back any time.”

The power you get from US, you mean, Harley fumed inwardly, remembering him say that he drew his power from the submission of others.

Number five continued to bleat and squeal as she was robbed of her strength and stature, her skirt, pantyhose and panties falling into a puddle around her ankles shortly after she dwindled passed Wolfe’s chest level. Her ‘sisters’ let her go and began stripping her of the upper part of the uniform, leaving her nude. Harley was fascinated to see she’d diminished in height only, and that she’d retained her large breasts, womanly hourglass figure, and round, sexy ass.

By the time she’d stopped shrinking, Number Five found herself standing somewhere around Wolfe’s waist. Pale and shivering, she glanced about like a frightened bird, painfully aware of every eye in the room on her, many of them openly giggling at her misfortune.

Harley was among those that were laughing, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t paying attention. She was fascinated, first of all, with how the woman had diminished to the size of a prepubescent while maintaining the body and mind of an adult. Further, the implications were interesting... she’d long suspected that the Nannies were clones of some sort... was this their real form before they were ‘enhanced’ by borrowing power from Wolfe? Harley snuck a look at the Nannies over her shoulder and saw them looking very nervous as they watched the proceedings. Worried about being next, I guess, she thought.

By the time the flickering lights died down, Number Five was left standing naked and shivering, looking up into Wolfe’s smiling face. Now reduced to around three and a half feet, the diminutive beauty fearfully glanced around at her new, suddenly much larger surroundings. Wobbling on her feet, she extended her arms to her sides and waved them in an attempt to maintain her balance... but ultimately, it was no use, and she toppled backwards heavily on her rounded rump, her large tits jiggling from the impact.

“Oopsie! Baby fall down, go boom?” Wolfe asked cloyingly, bending down to pinch her cheek. “But we can hardly have you running around naked all day, can we? After all,” he said, scooping her up under the arms and holding her soft, struggling form against him, “we can’t have you leaving little puddles all over the place, right?”

Harley perked up at that. Was he kidding, or was Number 5 really incontinent now? Were the Nannies really dependant on Wolfe not just for their size and strength... but for the strength to control their bodily functions as well? She shivered at the thought... what better way to secure total obedience from someone? They were relying on him for their own simple, basic adult dignity.

Number Five started fussing when he laid her down on the changing table. “Hush now,” he said, taking a fresh pacifier and popping it into her mouth, smiling when she gazed up at him with round eyes, pleading for mercy, begging for a second chance she would never be able to earn.

From the cabinet, he took an appropriately sized diaper (to Harley, it didn’t look much bigger than a large Huggies, though it seemed a whole lot thicker.) “Lift that little tushy!” Wolfe commanded, grinning when she complied, allowing him to slide the diaper under her plump little hiney. Harley watched, licking her lips with relish as Wolfe lifted Number Five’s legs to spread a thick layer of lotion onto her bottom, then dusted it with powder and patted it in. Lowering her back down to the diaper, the process was repeated on her tiny, shaved pussy. The diaper was pulled up tight between her legs and taped up firmly around her itty-bitty waist.

“Number Three,” Wolfe said to on of the Nannies, “would you fetch me something appropriate for our new resident... something cute.” While Number Three scurried over to the closet, Wolfe helped Number Five down from the table, where she stood in front of everyone, blushing, naked except for her diaper.

“I suppose,” Wolfe said, looking down at her with an approving smile, “we can’t just keep calling you ‘Number Five,’ can we? Now... what should your new name be? I know... how about Suzy?”

The crowd murmured with approval. Suzy could only blush as Number Three returned, new outfit in hand.