Tatsumaki's Humiliation (One Punch Man Commission)

Another pair of Patreon commissions from a very excellent subscriber! 

For those of you only familiar with the anime, this takes place in the fuuuuture. Vague spoilers lie ahead, because this is a reimagining of events from the manga.  The diaper content is light, because it's setup for later events. 

Part 1: 

Tatsumaki raised her hand, triumphant, holding up the body of the fallen monster as she examined it, thinking aloud. “This is what’s inside of Gyoro Gyoro… So, this is its real form?” 

She frowned, turning it over. Something wasn’t right. The body wasn’t that of a monster… “Wait a minute. What the hell? Isn’t this just a regular lump of meat?” 

Considering the options, she dropped the meat puppet to the ground. Her foe was stronger than she’d expected, and they’d been projecting their will from somewhere. Quietly, she mused, “You only pretended to be cornered in order to mock me?” 

Well, that was fine. Any psychic control left a trail, and she could follow it back. They’d gone through relays, buried deep in the earth. It was a clever trap, but-

“There you are!” She declared, locating the source of the power. “Found you!” 

Even through the hundreds of meters of rock, she could sense the monster’s alarm. Pointing down at her target, she channeled her power, boring a hole deep into the underground complex and soaring through it. 

“Stop hiding all the time, and let me join the party!” she announced, coming to a stop in front of her prey in what appeared to be a lounging room. 

It was no monster, at least not to appearances. It was a woman, taller than Tatsumaki, with full breasts and long hair. She was staring back in surprise, looking between the short esper and the entrance that had just been bored through the ceiling. 

Tatsumaki took the time to glance up at the hole she’d left. It was probably a kilometer and a half down from where she’d started, and dust and rubble were tumbling down, being thrown aside by her many layers of psychic shielding. 

“No…” the woman said, alarmed, standing up from the couch she’d been lounging upon. “That can’t be…” 

“Just a regular human who has nowhere to run,” Tatsumaki said, raising a hand and binding up the woman with her power. “Piece of cake.” 

The woman tried to resist, raising psychic powers of her own, but she was no match. Tatsumaki floated a bit closer, raising the other esper into the air and holding her in place, preparing to-

Tatsumaki fell, suddenly, landing clumsily on her feet. Her levitation had cut out. Her powers had cut out, completely, leaving her as helpless as any other woman of her diminutive stature. 

“Huh?” 

The woman cackled as she floated gracefully to the ground, her own powers still working just fine. “You should have been more careful where you stood,” she taunted, waving a hand. 

With a flicker of her power, the faux-decor vanished, thin walls and furniture blown back by psychic force to reveal the machine that they’d been built to conceal. Tatsumaki could only now see that she was standing on a platform surrounded by beams and containment fields, perfectly tuned to cancel out her powers. 

“What is this?” she demanded, stamping a foot. “Who are you?” 

“I am Psykos,” the woman declared, laughing in triumph. “Do you remember the experiments when you were a child? I have all the records. We built this trap just for you.” 

Tatsumaki narrowed her eyes and tried again to call up psychic energy, but it died in her hands. She tried to step forward, to get off of the platform that was restraining her power, but an invisible barrier held her back. 

She almost considered calling for help. The tracking beacon would tell the others where to find her, and she only needed to break free of this machine’s effects for an instant to destroy it.

“I can still handle it,” the little esper said aloud, concentrating even harder on her powers. She was starting to feel her powers return with the effort. A mere flicker of her normal strength, but it was something, and she could use it-

Psykos chuckled mirthlessly, then waved a hand towards the nearby control panel. “Let’s see if we can undo a few things.” 

The containment fields began to glow, and Tatsumaki was pulled into the air. The flicker of psychic power vanished, sucked away into the field. And, like a string pulled from a sweater, the rest of her power began to follow after it. 

Tatsumaki could do nothing to stop it. Her powers drained, slowly at first, then faster and faster, making the containment fields grow brighter as they were charged up by stealing her abilities. 

It didn’t hurt, but she screamed, pulling back with all the power she had left in her, trying to retain some amount of her strength. “You! Can’t!” 

And, just like that, the effect stopped. She fell to the ground once more, this time collapsing to a heap as Psykos strutted over to loom. 

The containment fields were dead, but she still had no psychic abilities, no strength. Her powers were gone. 

Part 2: 

Psykos cackled with glee, her laughter full of mirth but lacking even a trace of mercy. “How does it feel?” 

Tatsumaki raised her hands, trying to channel her powers at the taller woman. She knew before she finished the gesture that it wouldn’t have any effect. “Wh-what did you do to me?” 

“Oh, nothing much,” Psykos taunted, strutting towards her victim with a gleeful smile. “I just took away the little spark of power you had in you. Don’t worry-” she shook her head in an exaggerated way, as though calming a concerned child. “They’re not gone forever. I have them stored, nice and safe, in this machine. If you’re obedient, and promise to help the Monster Association, I might let you have a little bit back.” 

Only a couple feet away now, she reached out and tapped a finger against Tatsumaki’s nose. 

“And aren’t you just an adorable little girl?” 

“I’m not a child!” Tatsumaki snapped, raking her fingers through the air, trying to throw Psykos through the wall with a burst of power. All that she got for her troubles was a cramp in her hand. 

In response, Psykos simply grabbed Tatsumaki beneath the armpits and lifted her up. She didn’t weigh all that much, and it was easy to do even without any powers, and even with all the kicking and fussing the ex-Esper did.

I need my powers back… Pyskos is too strong. The other heroes won’t be able to fight her. 

Feeling deflated, she stopped fussing and asked, “What do I have to do to get my powers back?” 

Psykos was surprised by the sudden change in attitude. “Are you giving in already?” 

“Yes,” she said, flatly. “I want my powers back. What do I have to do?” 

Take the bait. Show me where the controls are, give me a clue, anything- 

The taller woman’s eyes narrowed. “You’re planning to escape?” 

Tatsumaki’s eyes widened. “How did you-” Oh no. 

She’s reading my thoughts. Without the ability to shield my mind, I can’t hide from her. 

Grinning wickedly, Psykos said, “That’s right. You truly are a helpless child next to me, and I think you need a lesson to understand that.” 

Without warning, she shoved Tatsumaki away, but instead of falling, the smaller woman floated back, held aloft by raw psychic power. Without powers of her own, Tatsumaki could only guess what was being done to her as Psykos concentrated, channeling her abilities to do… something. 

“W-what are you doing?” she whimpered. 

After a few seconds, she dropped to the ground while her opponent stood over her, gloating. “We’ll see how you like that. I can undo it, if you prove yourself obedient enough, but no other esper in the world is strong enough to-” 

She looked up, sharply, at the sound of a loud boom. Distantly, a familiar voice shouted, “She’s in here! That machine has her!” 

Tatsumaki only made out what happened next as a blur. Someone - it had to be Flashy Flash, given how fast he moved - blurred forward towards Psykos. In an instant, the woman-shaped monster was gone, replaced with a red splatter, and the machinery that had stolen Tatsumaki’s powers simply buckled and disintegrated. Only the plate on which she stood remained in one piece, and the entryway into the laboratory. 

She’d never seen such a raw display of power before, but it had destroyed the threat all in one instant, one blow, like some sort of… Single Slash Samurai? 

Looking around, Tatsumaki saw her sister, Fubuki, running in. She was followed closely by Bang and another oldie she didn’t recognize, as well as, unsurprisingly, Flashy Flash. 

Of course, it had to be him. 

Fubuki got to her sister’s side. “I felt the psychic energy and brought reinforcements. What happened?” 

Looking around, Tatsumaki saw another hero, one she recognized but couldn’t name. It’s that brat from the spaceship! What’s he doing here? 

Then, a realization struck her, and she felt cold and hot all at once. The machine was destroyed, completely. If Psykos had been honest, that was the only way to get her powers back, and it was utterly gone. 

And, everyone was staring at her in puzzled amusement. Angry, in denial, she yelled, “What?” 

Nobody said anything, but she followed their eyeline, looking down between her legs. Dripping down her legs, splashing onto her skirt, was a stream of hot urine. 

She was wetting herself, and she hadn’t even realized it.