Regression Crisis Issue Fifty Two (Patreon)

And now, The End...

... For now, anyway. In classic comic book fashion, this is just the set up for bigger things. I've still got stories to tell in this world-- after all, I can't just leave Catwoman roaming around without a diaper on, can I? Heck, there was even another Wolfe henchwoman I never got a chance to introduce! If you're interested in seeing all that, be sure to like and let me know in the comments. There's also a lot of marvel characters I'd love to take on (who else thinks She-Hulk needs to be taken down a peg or two?), and of course I've got my own superhero/heroine ideas bouncing around as well, so comic fans won't go hungry for long...

...But for now, something different. Cursed starts right here next month-- be here for it!

“I don’t believe it...”

It was true. Harley had seen a great many amazing things in her life, many of them within the last couple of months (weeks? Just how long had it been, anyway?). This was one she’d never expected. To see the mighty Wonder Woman stripped of the very strength and womanhood that defined her would have seemed impossible when they’d first met. She was so strong, so self assured, so powerful, she seemed eternal, immortal, unbeatable... a woman who could never be broken.

Looking at her now, it was hard to believe that any of those words could have ever applied to the shy, infantilized, and heavily diapered girl (because she could no longer be described as a woman anymore.) The colours of the outfit clearly called to mind her iconic costume of red, blue, and gold... But here they had been transformed into a mockery, a frilly, frothy celebration of everything babyish and feminine, but adjusted for a beautiful grown woman, the short hem calling attention to her long, sexy bare legs, it’s plunging neckline accentuating the captivating swell of her bountiful bosom-- a disorienting clash of styles that left her looking both ridiculous and breathtakingly sexy.

“I want everyone to give a very nice hello to little Diana,” Wolfe said, savouring his victory. A look of shock and wonder crossed the faces of the regressed heroines. Some, like Batgirl and Zatana, were so far gone that they didn’t recognize the significance of this event, and were simply delighted to see their little friend again.

“Poor little Diana’s been through quite a bit since you saw her last,” Wolfe said, reaching out and running his fingers softly through her thick black hair, “so I want you all to be extra nice to her... especially you, Ms. Quinn,” he said, shooting Harley a stern look.

“What, who, ME?” Harley stammered, trying to play innocent. “I-I don’t know what you mean... you know I’m a good little girl, Daddy!”

“Mmmm... I’m sure,” he said archly before he returned his attention back to Diana. “Now Daddy has a little business to attend to honey-bunny... you play nice with your new friends until I get back OK?” He leaned in to kiss her softly on the cheek, then sent her toddling towards the other regressed heroine's with a swat to her diapered rear-end.

Sucking her pacifier nervously, the thick padding of the crinkling pamper between her legs forcing her to waddle unsteadily. The others waved her over, seeing that she was shy. The gorgeous, regressed heroines welcomed her with hugs, then led her over to the play area. Settling down slowly on her plushly padded rump, Diana happily took up a Barbie and began eagerly searching for some cool new clothes for her, barely even noticing when she pissed herself with a long, noisy hiss, the thirsty material of her diaper swelling and darkening as it absorbed the liquid thirstily. She hardly even noticed, continuing her game, carefree as she slipped her thumb into her mouth and slurped it lazily, bouncing up and down on her bottom and giggling when she felt the soggy material squish up against her bum.

“Well, well,” Angela Chen said smugly glancing around the room with a satisfied expression. “Looks like I was right about all you so-called ‘superheroines’ all along, wasn’t I?” Her own embarrassing outfit and bulging diapers were forgotten for the moment as she eagerly rubbed it in. “Look at you! You look ridiculous! I thought you were a sad, useless bunch before... but now? You couldn’t catch a cold, let alone any super-villain worth their salt!”

The other girls just ignored her, but Angela was on a roll, and simply continued babbling on. “You bunch of drooling dummies! And another thing... how come you guys haven’t busted us out of here yet?! What, d’you enjoy just sitting around here in messy diapers?! UHGG!” she cried, doubling over suddenly as a sharp cramp stabbed into her side. To her horror, her bowels had come to life at the worst possible time once again. The other girls turned to watch curiously, and with more than a little schadenfreude.

“Oh no!” Angela cried, rising up on her knees and pressing her hands against her thickly diapered bottom in a vain attempt at regaining control... but it was no use. Without warning, her back passage opened, and a messy surge of hot, gooey mud came spattering into the seat of her pamper with a loud rip of bubbly flatulence. Her attempts at clenching her buttocks were utterly futile, totally unable to prevent her from farting out another hot fudge eruption into her already bulging and discoloured pampers.

“Phew-wee!” Harley cried, fanning her face exaggeratedly. “Someone fudged her pampers! Whatsa matter, Chen... you enjoy sitting around in a pantload of butt-gravey?”

This got the other girls giggling, then chortling, then outright laughing. Humiliated, tears streaming down her blushing cheeks, Angela crawled away as fast as she could with a diaper bulging with warm, smelly poo-poo.

“Ladies,” Wolfe said, pouring a glass of Armand de Brignac for himself and his three lieutenants, “here’s to the successful completion of phase one.”

“The first of many,” The Milk Maid said, taking her champagne and raising the glass to her lips.

“Here here,” The Paddler said, following suit.

“Congratulations, sweetie!” Betsy Wetsy said, bending down to give him a peck on the cheek (exposing a thickly padded bum beneath a short, frilly skirt in the process) before taking a sip from her own glass. The Paddler frowned at the sight... it was a reminder of her own problems. Her bionic butthole was still serving her well in spite of Wolfe using his remote control over it to humiliate her whenever he felt she was out of line... which was happening far too often for her taste recently. That didn’t mean she didn’t hold any grudges... and ‘Betsy Wetsy’ was really starting to get on her nerves.

Wolfe took a sip of his own drink. “Thank you, ladies, but this is no time to rest on our laurels. We’ve got a few loose ends to tidy up,” he said thinking about the operation he currently had running in Gotham, “and then it’s onto phase two.”

“Oh, honey, I’m so proud of you!” Bending down to wrap her arms around him raised her dress and exposed her back of her diaper once more-- which had the same effect on the Paddler that a red flag has on a bull.

“Enough of that!” Ava barked angrily, reaching out and delivering a powerful swat to Betsy’s bulging fanny. “Conduct yourself with a little dignity!”

“Waaaa!” Betsy cried, leaping into Wolfe’s lap and burying her face in his shoulder. “Dddaaaaddddyy! She hit me!”

The dreaded remote control was in Wolfe’s hands before Ava even realized it. Watching his finger hover over the control pad, her face went quite white, and she began to regret her brash actions.

“Now Mr. Wolfe,” she said, swallowing nervously, “let’s not do anything rash...”

Smiling, Wolfe moved his thumb over one of the buttons. Ava raised her hands and stammered frantically: “Now let’s not do anything...!!”

But she was too late: his finger hit the button with a soft click. The effects were immediate: a loud fart rumbled in the small confines of the office, and Ava stiffened and turned red as her cybernetic asshole betrayed her. With a series of farty squishes, she filled the back of her pants with a gooey, semi-soft load. The Milk Maid politely stifled a giggle as she watched the back of The Paddler’s pants bulge outward sharply. A brown stain appeared on the seat of her trousers, and a distinct outhouse stink began to emerge... leaving poor Ava standing with a hot, gooey load in her pants and a silly look on her face. From Wolfe’s lap, Betsy laughed out loud, openly mocking her humiliation. Wolfe simply dismissed them, leaving her to waddle off with the mockery of the others in her ears.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long,” Betsy said with a sexy grin, planting a smouldering kiss on his mouth and shaking her little diapered butt at him as she left.

Left alone, he picked up the phone and began making his preparations to move into the next phase of the operation.