Regression Crisis Issue Twenty

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By the time Batgirl and Zatanna arrived at Wolfe’s HQ, the party was in full swing.

     The former heroines and villainesses, now padded and dressed in the infantilzied version of their costumes, sat on their diapered butts or stretched out on the floor on their tummies, playing with their toys. They chatted to each other in babyish prattle or sucked on their pacifiers or thumbs, their diminished intellects as fully engaged with their toys and games as any real two year old toddlers. On the far side of the room, Poison Ivy cooed and gurgled her way through a wet diaper change from Wolfe... one that had included an energetic round of sex that had left the sensual Adult Baby seductress gasping, drooling, and completely docile when Wolfe slid the diaper under her bum and sealed her in tight. Her submission filled him with a palatable sense of increased power and strength and forged a bond between them... he could feel her utter regression, her helplessness... and the almost overwhelming feeling of love and devotion she felt for him.

     He chuckled at the irony... Ivy, once one of the world’s most notorious femme fatales, famous for bending men to her will with her charms, her sex, and her scientific know-how-- and here she was, more powerless than she could ever hope to make one of her victims, a desperate, greedy slave to her own raging sexual urges... though he had to concede, she was still a little charmer, and he was quite infatuated with those charms, both womanly and infantile.

     The two new additions to the nursery took to their new surroundings fairly well. Zatanna’s magical regression had mentally reduced her to an almost literal baby, and he found her ridiculously responsive to paternal affection and discipline. He needed only to bounce her diapered bottom on his knee for a few moments before he felt her give herself to him, gratefully, willingly. The surge of energy Wolfe felt from the willing submission of such a formerly powerful being was like lightning in his veins... he felt like he could take on Superman himself.

      He found Batgirl a tad warier,  eyeballing him suspiciously from behind the pacifier she worked in and out her mouth compulsively. But like her companion, he could sense a deep-seated need for fatherly attention and affection, which he willingly gave. By the time she’d blushed her way through a sexy diaper change (one that left her breathless and squirming), he felt her give herself over to him happily. Wolfe grinned, feeling more powerful than he ever had as he sealed her into her fresh diaper.  

The sickly bubbling sounds of The Paddler’s farts echoed through the empty isles as she cried out in horror, filling the seat of her pants with hot, smelly mud, utterly beyond her control. Diana, Princess of the Amazons watched, her mouth a grim line when she remembered this was what her foes had planned to do to her.

     “Uh oh,” Betsy Wetsy said quietly to herself, watching her comrade suffer the terrible fate she’d cooked up for their common foe. Watching Ava fill her pants uncontrollably, a seemingly impossibly huge pile of mush accumulating in the seat of her pants, with no end in sight, Betsy felt herself piss her diaper, and not just out of sympathy. When Ava finally stopped shitting herself and cleaned up, she’d be looking for the one who’d humiliated her... and Elizabeth had a feeling she’d be handing out a lot more than spankings!

Time to go! she thought, turning to tip toe out of the store as quickly as she...

     A firm hand on her shoulder halted her in her tracks. Spun in place, Elizabeth found herself looking up into the stern, beautiful face of Wonder Woman... one of the most powerful beings on the planet, who didn’t look very happy with what Betsy had planned to do to her.  

     “Oh! Wonder Woman! You’re-- looking radiant today, Your Majesty,” Betsy flattered shamelessly, hoping for leniency.

     Instead, she found herself scooped up under the arms, and barely had time to emit a yelp before finding herself tossed head-first into an industrial-sized diaper pail. Her dress flipped up, exposing the entirety of her bulky pampers, and leaving Betsy with nothing to do but kick her legs in the air and holler muffled threats.

The Paddler had no idea how she was still on her feet. Waddling through the store, the seat of her pants ruined, she grunted, a painful cramp squeezing an uncontrollable rush of thick, semi-solid mush out of her backside, where it pushed into her already loaded seat, forcing even more soft brown mush down the backs of her legs. The mess was utterly apocalyptic, Ava was sure she’d already pooped more than she ever had in her entire life, and as she involuntarily voided her bowels once again, the embarrassing, gassy noises bringing her to tears, she realized there didn’t seem to be an end in sight.

     “Hey!” cried a familiar voice. With her mascara running down her cheeks, Ava shuffled instinctively towards the it, pausing only to further fill her britches with a messy spattering noise.

     “Is it over?” The Milk Maid called, unsettled by the eerie silence inside the store. Surely The Paddler and Betsy Wetsy working together had been able to subdue one lousy superheroine... right?

     A foul stench invaded her nose-- a heavy, poopy odour that indicated that Betsy had been up to her old tricks. But where--?

     “Help me!”

     The Milk Maid looked towards the voice, surprised to see The Paddler standing there, and what was more, looking more upset then Nicole had ever seen, with tears staining her face and...

     “Oh my God!” Nicole uttered, nearly gagging when she caught a glimpse of the back of The Paddler’s pants. The seat bulged and sagged, and the poop stains spread out on either side, trailing down the back of each leg. “Ava... Christ, you stink!”

     “Ooo... Ahhh” Ava grunted and groaned in response, a cramp squeezing a long farting noise that ended in a gooey spatter. “Please! Do something! OOOHH!!” The Paddler cried again, shuffling towards her comrade as quickly as she could. Periodically, another round of muddy poop would come blurping out with a gooey fart, filling her already full pants to the brim with a smelly brown load.

     “Eww!” Nicole exclaimed, stepping back and pinching her nose. The smell was indescribable, and The Paddler seemed to have pumped out more poopy than seemed humanly possible already, with no end in sight. “What do you expect me to do about it?!” she asked incredulously, continuing to walk away from her foul-smelling comrade, who just kept coming towards her.

     The Milk Maid crinkled her nose in disgust when the sound of The Paddler filling her pants with another round of uncontrollable diarrhea emerged once again. “HUH-uh-uh-ELP MEEEE!” she squealed, lunging suddenly and grabbing Nicole by the wrist, pulling her in close to look her in the eye as she uncontrollably dumped a hot, gooey load into her pants, a cacophony of muddy farts and squishes emerging.

     “EEEW! Gross!” The Milk Maid cried, twisting her wrist from The Paddler’s grip and stumbling away from her, deeper into the store. “Get away from me, you sick bitch!” she demanded, walking quickly in an effort to get away from her partner, who had clearly become a liability in more ways than one.

      In her haste, she turned a corner a ran into some kind of barrier... “Ouch!” she said out loud, reaching up to rub her nose. What kind of idiot would put a wall in the middle of an isle...?

     She realized her error seconds before she glance up to confirm her suspicions... she’d walked right into a very displeased Wonder Woman, who looked like she’d had more than enough nonsense for the day.

     Ever quick on the draw, The Milk Maid was able to pull her Bottle Blaster from it’s holster... but before she could so much as point it in her intended victim’s direction, Diana’s arm shot out with the speed of a panther, grabbing Nicole’s wrist and immobilizing her. With her free hand, the Princess snatched the weapon from her foe’s hand and crumpled it into scrap before tossing it casually aside.  

     The next thing Nicole knew, the powerful heroine had grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and lifted her into the air with ease, leaving The Milk Maid powerless to do anything but struggle and kick her feet uselessly in the air. “Lemmie go, you big bully!” she protested feebly, powerless to prevent Diana from carrying her over to a display rack containing various spanking implements.

     “I think not,” Wonder Woman said casually, settling herself into a straight backed chair and hauling the struggling Milk Maid across her knees, holding her in place as though she really were a child. “You see, I’ve had quite enough of dealing with brats for one day,” she said, scanning the nearby rack until she found a solid looking hairbrush that caught her eye. “And I’ve got a plan to deal with you once and for all,” she said, taking up the brush and shooting Nicole a smile that froze her blood in her veins!  

     Nicole felt the bottom of her skirt seized and lifted, exposing her round panty covered bottom to the room. She could only blush, gulp, and brace for impact.