Regression Crisis Issue Fifty One (Patreon)

Well, it's been a long and crazy ride, but I think we're going to be wrapping this one up in the next instalment, folks! Thanks for sticking around... if you're still enjoying this, be sure to hit like and leave a comment-- I'd love to do more superheroine stuff in the future (Marvel, DC, or my own creations,) so if that's something you'd like to see more of, please let me know!

“NNNNOOOO!” The newly christened Suzy squealed when presented with her new outfit. ‘No! You can’t!” she cried, her voice now higher, the sexy, throaty quality she had possessed just moments ago replaced with a childish whine. “Please! Don’t make me wear that!” she cried, struggling helplessly in her giant diaper, it’s loud plastic crinkle filling her ears with every move she made. All around her, she could hear the tittering of the little brats who’s cute butts she’d spanked and poopy pampers she’d been changing for the past few months, making the situation even worse.... she wasn’t going to find much sympathy there! “Just let me go,” she pleaded, unaware of how ridiculous such a request was now. “I won’t say anything to anyone, I swear!”

“Silly girl,” Wolfe chided, popping a pacifier into her mouth and stifling any further conversation. The former Number Five and newly christened Suzy gazed up at him with big eyes brimming with tears, shifting nervously in her huge, crinkly pampers. In moments, Number Three was distributing half of the diapering materials to Number Four, and the pair of them quickly set to their work, tugging the onesie over her head and snapping it up at the crotch, pulling a pair of thick, woollen legwarmers up her legs, and banding her pretty blonde hair up into pig-tails.

Suzy’s head swirled. She had been on the other side of this equation so many times, it was surreal to find herself experiencing first hand her former fellows efficiency. Mere moments later, the task was finished. Nothing of her former power or status remained... she’d been reduced, now and forever, to a helpless, simpering Adult Baby girl.

The former heroines watched with silent glee. After being the butt of everyone’s jokes for so long they could hardly even remember their previous lives of colourful adventure and romance; it was satisfying to see one of their tormentors get their comeuppance... and poor Suzy was not taking it very well. Behind the pacifier she was crying and whimpering, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. Stamping her feet and pumping her fists at her side, she looked just like a toddler having a tantrum... and Harley knew from the giggles and titters of the other girls that she wasn’t the only one who was enjoying the show, and from the look of things, Suzy’s former colleagues were having a laugh at their ex-co-worker’s expense as well.

But one person wasn’t amused. Wolfe landed an open palmed swat against her bulky diapered butt, instantly silencing her childish fit.

“You know what happens to little brats who throw tantrums around here, young lady!”

He hefted her up under one arm like a sack of potatoes and carried her, kicking and screaming, over to the chair on the far side of the room, where he sat down and turned her over his lap in one swift motion. Reaching between her legs, he unsnapped the crotch of her onesie, which sprang open to reveal her plushly pampered rump, sticking up in the air behind her in a most undignified manner... practically begging for a spanking. She looked over her shoulder with wide eyes, disbelieving, as though she were in a dream she expected to awake from at any moment.

She jumped when she felt Wolfe rest his palm against her diapered bottom. With her newly “re-adjusted” body, Wolfe could practically cover her entire bottom with one hand, a fact he demonstrated by giving her tushy a squeeze, making her heart race and her hips wriggle against her will.

Lifting his hand, he brought it down against her diapered fanny with a loud POP! Suzy twitched a bit over his lap; though it hadn’t hurt very much, the noise was quite startling... she might have leapt off his lap if he wasn’t holding her in place!

He proceeded to deliver a spanking on the seat of her pampered bottom, briskly paced, but more for dramatic effect than anything, fingers spread to create a loud noise against her crinkling booty, but much too loose to do any damage, even at Suzy’s diminished height... not that it stopped her from squealing and kicking and whining hysterically at the injustice of her sudden reversal of fortune, her performance as theatrical in it’s hysteria as Wolfe’s spanking technique was.

The spectators, both the Adult Babies and their caregivers, watched the proceedings without much sympathy for poor Suzy. Harley in particular was enjoying a good laugh at her tormentor’s expense... That’ll teach her to spoil my fun! she giggled to herself watching Wolf paddle the seat of Big Baby Suzy’s diaper.

Looks like I’ve got a new little sister to play with, she thought, practically salivating.

They watched the spanking progress eagerly, Wolfe bringing his palm down again and again, with plenty of time for rubbing squeezing between swats. It was a playful spanking, designed more to pacify and embarrass... and judging from the way Suzy squealed and writhed (but made no serious effort to escape), it was working.

And in the midst of her tantrum, Suzy felt her bladder let loose. She was horrified when she felt the padding between her kicking legs expanding and going soggy as it sucked up the hot liquid, and all of her efforts to stop herself were futile. The helplessness only made her squeal and cry harder, serving to underscore her powerlessness and humiliation.

“OK, OK,” Wolfe said, resting his palm on her squishy diaper-tushy and giving it a squeeze. “Enough of your bratting!” He reached down and snapped the onsie over the now bulging crotch of her soaking wet diaper.

Lifting her off his lap with ease, he set her on her feet and fixed her with a stern look. “I know you’re upset, but you’re just going you have to get used to it young lady. Take a seat with your little friends,” he said, sending her off with a pat to her soggy bum. Slowly, dragging her dainty bare feet, she padded over and took her seat among her fellow Adult Babies, squirming nervously when she realized they were looking at her with great curiosity.

“Looks like the shoe’s on the other foot now, you little brat,” Harley whispered with glee, leaning in so close she could smell Suzy’s baby powder. “Thought you were hot stuff, didn’t you? You just wait til  Big Sister Harley gets her hands on you!”

Harley gleefully watched Suzy gulp and squirm with a sadistic smile, thinking about all the fun she was going to have with the newcomer.

“But that’s not all,” Wolfe said, drawing attention away from the (grateful) Suzey, who breathed a sigh of relief. “We’ve got another new addition to our little club... although,” he chuckled with self satisfaction, “I think a few of you just might recognize her.”

The door opened, and a round of gasps rippled through the room.

“No freakin’ way...” Harley said, awed and a little horrified by what she saw.

She almost didn’t recognize her when Wolfe first paraded her in, and it was as much to do with her meek, docile demeanour than the utterly infantile costume she’d been dressed in. But then, it slowly dawned on her that beneath the absurdly babyish pink bonnet covering her long dark hair, the massive pacifier that had been crammed into her mouth, the silly, frothy, lacy, and yet still somehow sexy and far too short dress, and the ridiculously bulky diaper that bulged out from underneath it... she was looking at royalty.

“I want everyone to give a very nice hello to little Diana,” Wolfe said, grinning evilly.