Regression Crisis Issue Fifteen

This one just kept getting longer and longer with no end in sight, so I decided to cut it short, post what I had now and then the rest later in the week. Sorry if anyone's disappointed, but don't worry, I'll have the rest up in just a couple of days. As always, thank you all so much for our continued support (and to all our new members,  welcome and thank you for joining .) If you're enjoying the story and you want to see more like it in the future then don't forget to leave a comment and hit the like button.

Once Harley had been dressed in a cute pink romper suit that left her arms and legs as well as most of her back and chest bare, she was carried down the hall and into the nursery. Inside, Ivy was waiting for her, strapped and bound into a highchair, where she was apparently awaiting her lunch. Harley quickly found herself loaded into a matching seat next to her friend, strapped down and buckled in before the tray was locked into place in front of her.  

     “Have fun, girls,” Wolfe said, “I’ve got some work to do, but I’ll be back to check on you later.”  

     Harley watched him disappear out the door, but she didn’t have long to think about it. A pair of lovely assistants were attending to them, and Harley soon found a sexy brunette tying a bib around her neck. She looked over at Ivy, receiving a bright but vacant smile in return, her lips and chin shiny and wet with drool.  

     Harley’s intellect had been dulled so far she’d discovered she had forgotten the names and functions of certain commonplace objects, though she possessed clear memories of knowing what they were (and in many cases, using them herself) before her regression. Wolfe had certainly granted her wish-- her general stupidity and immaturity inclined her towards acting like a baby-- yet there her memories were, burning like a beacon in the back of her mind with the knowledge, however vague it might be, that she was, in fact, an adult and had very much lived as an adult before this point.

     But sitting there, strapped into the highchair, diapered and pig-tailed, there was little doubt that she no longer retained the status of a grown up. Even with the sexy, womanly body that not even the infantile romper suit could diminish, her centrefold calibre cleavage on full display, it was obvious that Adult Baby was the only description of her that would suffice-- and that went for Ivy, too.

     Lunch was presented in a large plastic bowl. Peeking inside, Harley identified the contents as some type of bland looking oatmeal.

     “Perfect for our little vegan princess!” the blonde nurse cooed, tickling Ivy under her chin and drawing a silly, wet gurgle in response.  

     The burnette took up the spoon and fixed Harley with a sweetly sadistic smile, gathering a heaping helping of oatmeal and pushing it into Harley’s mouth. The ex-Clown Princess of Crime found herself obediently complying, opening her mouth to accept the contents which she hastily chewed and swallowed so she could take another heaping helping.

     A glance sideways found Ivy in much the same position. Squealing happily, she eagerly opened the hanger for the airplane again and again, accepting spoonful after spoonful of bland oat mush. It wasn’t long before her mouth was smeared and she’d consumed half of the bowl. Between bites, the attendants helped them sip sweet juice from their baba’s, holding the bottles so the former criminals could take the nipples into their mouth and suck.  

     Neither noticed their caretakers share a wicked grin with each other. They knew that the oatmeal was another of Wolfe’s innovative developments in the field of regression. Designed to expand as it soaked up liquid and ensure large, mushy messes, especially when combined with their lowered continence raitings, Harley and Ivy have no idea what was about until it was too late. Combine with the diuretic and aphrodisiac in the bottles, it was safe to say the girls were in for a very interesting afternoon.

Following lunch, the two regressed super villainess’ were placed on the floor in the playroom and left to their own devices. With her regressed mentality, Ivy was delighted by the wide array of toys and games at her disposal, and quickly found some dollies to amuse herself with, getting up on her knees and leaning forward to waggle them back and forth on the floor.

     For her less regressed companion, however, things were slightly different. Harley quickly grew board with the baby toys, and with a sigh she let her mind wander-- and considering her heightened libido and generally kinky nature, it didn’t take long for her mind to wander in a sexual direction... and for her eye to wander towards her former partner in crime.  

     Clad in a little green dress that seemed designed to evoke memories of her former costume, Ivy looked as scrumptious as Harley-- like her friend, her outfit was simultaneously childish, yet designed to highlight her beautiful adult body. The plunging neckline accentuated her sexy cleavage, her large tits straining against the tight material. Further, the garment was so short it almost couldn’t be called a dress at all... the very bottom of the it only covered the top part of the diaper, leaving the bottom half exposed almost entirely. Her long, sexy legs were totally bare from the bottom of the diaper’s leg band's to the top of her matching green baby booties, leaving her bare from her ankle to the top of her thigh.