Regression Crisis Issue Nine

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After receiving her confirmation from the boss, The Milk Maid went to work. The first bit was easy... using the device Wolfe had given her, Nicole trained her sights on the annoyingly perfect alien superheroine, her blonde locks flowing in the breeze. On the screen of her laptop, Supergirl appeared... Nicole entered a string of commands into the console, feeding the coordinates into Wolfe’s fiendish weapon... the first part of the trap they had laid for the powerful heroine.

     Let’s just hope she’s as dumb as she looks, Nicole thought smugly, hitting enter.

     She felt the building rumble a bit beneath her feet, the doors of the warehouse beneath her opening themselves. The machine left the building, streaking into the air and towards it’s target at hyper-velocity. The Milk Maid prayed, not for the first time, that Wolfe’s plan was as smart as he claimed it was... if we can’t neutralize the Kryptonian, this caper could well be over before it starts.

     She watched the machine disappear into the sky, then turned and walked towards the door. Time to make sure everything was ready for the coming conflict.

Kara was getting ready to rejoin the group when she heard it-- the sound of something large and metallic hurtle through the air towards her at extremely high velocity. She barely even had time to check over her shoulder before it was on top of her, crashing into her with it’s tough metal body. Jarred but unhurt, Supergirl tried to twist and face her enemy, but a set of steely arms snapped shut around her, pinning her arms at her sides.  

     It would only take her a few moments to free herself-- at least, if her opponent held still for a second. But the metal monstrosity, whatever it was, wasn’t about to rest on it’s laurels. In moments, it was already rocketing back towards it’s point of origin, the Girl Of Steel gripped tightly within it’s powerful limbs.  

     “Uhhh... let go!” She cried, wriggling and squirming in it’s grip. The machine hurtled through the open loading bay door, which rolled shut behind them, and navigated the hallways at high speed until they reached the center of the complex. Activating her heat vision, Supergirl found she was able to scorch it’s exterior... but before she could do any serious damage, they had already arrived.

     “Uuuggghh!” she grunted when the clanking contraption suddenly opened it’s arms, dropping her to the floor where she landed heavily on her rump, legs outstretched in front of her. “Oh, you are so in for it!” Kara said through gritted teeth.

     She was on her feet in seconds, and finally she was able to get a good look at her attacker. Robot henchmen were a dime a dozen in her line of work, and although Wolfe’s model looked formidable, she had no reason to believe she wouldn’t have it beet in seconds flat. It surprised her that Wolfe would stoop to something so obvious-- the man seemed so much more clever than that.

     But Kara didn’t have much time to puzzle it out... Wolfe’s machine, towering over her, fixed it’s blazing red glare on the heroine and lashed out, it’s heavy iron fist slamming into the floor where she’d stood just moments before.

     “Boy, you’re really asking for it!” Supergirl growled. A quick scan with her x-ray vision revealed nothing... whatever this beast was, it was lead lined-- not that that was going to do them any good.

     The machine lashed out again, then a third time, Kara dodged the blows with ease, a cocky smirk playing about her lips as she wound up for her Sunday-best punch, unleashing it straight into the contraption’s chest.

     CLANK! Of all the things Kara expected, the last one was for the machine to pop open like a child’s toy, but that was precisely what happened: in reaction to her blow, the robot’s chest sprang open like a jack in the box-- but what emerged wasn’t a spring-loaded clown. Instead, the young alien beauty  found herself and the room around her bathed in a strangely coloured light... eerie, yet horribly familiar.

     Instantly, her strength was drained from her body, her powers fading like the embers of a dying fire before being extinguished. Her mighty strength was gone, her body as soft and frail as any other young woman. Wolfe had set her up but good. She knew what had happened even before she glanced inside the robot’s gaping chest cavity to confirm her fears, the seemingly innocent lump of glowing rock both frightfully familiar and somehow different from any specimen she’d ever seen.

     “B-br-br-brown kryptonite...!?!” she uttered, feeling the awful, sickly weakness falling over her, the otherworldly radiation forcing the collected solar energy right out of her cells. And that wasn’t counting any other potential side effects... the various other forms of kryptonite could induce hallucinations, cause mutations, even split a Kryptonian into two totally separate light and dark beings... what effects could this new, previously unseen variation possibly...?

     She felt her panties growing warm and wet, a noisy hiss followed by a steady splashing sound from below her. Kara was almost afraid to look, but she forced herself to glance down, making a pitiful little noise when she saw herself pissing her panties uncontrollably, streams of urine trailing down her thighs and soaking her red boots.

     “Uugghh!” She cried, disgusted and horrified at her own immaturity. The idea was too silly for her to even contemplate, but there couldn’t be any other explanation... the kryptonite had made her wet herself!

     A wave of panic washed over her, and the de-powered heroine was consumed by a desire to escape. She had to get away... now.

     Turning on her heel, she tried to run from the room, but she only made it a few steps before her rubbery legs gave out beneath her, sending her crashing to the floor in a heap... a distinctly unfamiliar sensation for the usually graceful heroine. Toppling to the floor with a grunt, she sprawled out in a prone position with the wind knocked out of her.

     Slowly, with all of what remained of her might, Kara forced herself up on her hands and knees. The bloomers clung wetly to her tight, round butt, quickly growing cold. Fixated on escape, she search for the door, fighting off delirium.

     “I see you found the little present we left for you.”

     “Uuhhh?” Kara looked towards the voice. Her eyes were blurring, and she wasn’t sure if what she was seeing was real... The woman came through the door, her dress old fashioned but very revealing... particularly her cleavage, which jutted out proudly in front of her, bouncing in time with her movements as she approached the crawling heroine. A large pink diaper bag was slung over one bare shoulder. Spread out on all fours, back arched, her cute little butt pointing up in the air behind her, Supergirl watched the newcomer approach with growing apprehension, her high heels clacking against the floor ominously.

     “Awww... you poor thing,” The Milk Maid cooed, sweetness tinged with sarcasm. She bent down, grinning broadly as she reached out to remove her cape, folding it up and placing it on the floor. Next, she flipped the shivering heroine’s little skirt up onto her back, revealing her thoroughly soaked panties, the sopping wet material clinging to and accentuating the outline of her young butt and pussy. “Seems like you’re having a spot of trouble there, princess.”

     As if on cue, Kara felt her bowels gurgle to life. The urge to defecate was upon her almost instantly, and before she knew what was happening, she felt her back passage opening, and she was filling her panties with a lumpy mess. The gorgeous blonde cringed when she passed gas noisily, the gooey brown lump in the seat of her pants instantly doubling in size.

     “Oh dear!” Nicole said teasingly, grinning broadly and watching the dimple in the heroine’s panties grow into a peek, then a full blown bulge, the sticky mess staining the fabric brown. “That kryptonite eally did a number on you, didn’t it sweetie?”

     “Oooohhhh!” The humiliated heroine howled, listening to herself fart and fill her underwear with a big, stinky mess, another gush of urine trickling down her thighs and pooling on the floor beneath her. Her red bloomers were stained, wet, and bulging behind her, the poopy stench really starting to emerge now.

     “Phew!” Nicole smirked, crinkling her nose. “PU! Looks like someone wasn’t ready for panties yet, right babykins?”

     Supergirl was blushing, but she wasn’t really listening... she was looking over her shoulder, bottom lip quivering, to inspect the humongous load in her pants. The lumpy mess in the seat of her bloomers bulged in every direction and was stained visibly brown in several places.

     “I know a messy little superheroine who’s in the market for some fresh underwear,” Nicole said with a smirk, fishing an adult sized pamper from her diaper bag.

     “UH-UH!” Supergirl shook her head firmly, staring up at her tormentor defiantly with a bratty pout.  

     “Oh yes,”Nicole said simply. In moments, a changing mat was spread out on the floor and she was looking the pouting heroine in the eye. “No more fooling around sweetie... you get that spoiled little butt over here and lay still for me to put you in a diaper... or you can just crawl off right now and let everyone see you in your messy little panties for all I care!”

     Kara hesitated, fretting... what choice did she have? She was in no condition or state to help herself, and this woman didn’t seem to be out to do her injury... not yet anyway. Reluctantly, vividly aware of the squishing in her panties, Supergirl crawled across the floor, voluntarily spreading herself out on her back. Her lip quivered when she felt the mess mushing up against her butt, filling her butt crack with ooey-gooey poo-poo.

     The Milk Maid pealed off her panties, put them in a plastic bag and dropped it to the floor with a heavy thump. Her boots followed, leaving her half naked. The strength drained from her body, all Kara could do was lay helplessly on her back, pouting, watching warily as she pulled out the wipes and powder.

     Lifting Kara’s legs, Nicole went to work with the wipes, quickly cleaning the poopy off the heroine’s bum. A fresh wipe was used on her pussy, and the heroine found herself quickly powdered front of back, filling her nostrils with the scent of the nursery.

     The diaper was slipped under her bottom before she knew it, and Supergirl quickly found herself taped up tight in an adult sized baby diaper, it’s waistband coming up to her belly button and forcing her thighs apart. Nicole pulled her into a sitting position.

     “Arms up,” the villainess commanded. Groggy, her strength almost completely drained, Kara complied as best she could, frowning and scrunching her face adorably when the Milk Maid tugged a cute white t-shirt over her head. Kara noted a design on the front and glanced down, frowning when she saw that it was a sparkly pink version of her trademark S shield emblem.

      A matching pink bonnet followed, Nicole quickly tying it in place under the pretty blonde’s chin, laughing when she saw how cute her victim looked. Supergirl scowled up at her, her blue eyes flashing angrily at The Milk Maid from under the bonnet. Had Kara still been in possession of her heat vision, the giggling villainess would have been reduced to a pile of ashes in a matter of seconds... but thanks to the kryptonite, she didn’t even have enough juice left to light a match.  

     “And now,” Nicole said, reaching up to undo the hidden snaps in the front of her costume, “I think it’s time for the big baby’s lunch.”

     She let the front part of her dress flop forward, revealing her gorgeous, melon-like breasts with the full, erect nipple to the gaping Superheroine, who could only blush and stare. The Milk Maid grinned at her seductively, caressing her big beautiful titties invitingly. In just a few minutes, the sexy Kryptonian Adult Baby would be completely under her thrall.

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