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Great chapter . I really like the story .

These ones? Baby Suzy the Super Soaker All Grown Up – College Complications and a New BFF [complete] Baby Suzy the Super Soaker All Grown Up – College Complications and a New BFF (Suzy at 18/19) [looks like a repost] Baby Suzy the Super Soaker Now At 25 – More Adult than Teen, still a baby now with loves for both her and Lisa [in progress] Baby Suzy the Super Soaker Now At 25 – More Adult than Teen, still a baby now with loves for both her and Lisa [looks like a repost] Baby Suzy the Super Soaker Now At 35/36/37/38 - Big Kids Having Kids, or Is It The Littlest Little In The World? Congratulations… its both! (or from Teen Baby to Adult Baby to Mother of a Baby) And on the HTML stories section (with shorter titles): Baby Suzy at 18 Baby Suzy at 25     Not sure which ones are missing, but these are all the ones I can find still posted. If there are older ones, they might have been lost in the big database crash of 2017.

How does everyone like the diaper between their legs?  I like it allot.  I really need to go to the potty.  

Part 2 Awkwardly, Supergirl shuffled over and obediently draped herself over the doctor's lap.  She flinched when she felt his hand adjusting her shapely bottom so that her backside was positioned perfectly over his knee. He reached into a drawer and took out a rubber glove and a jar of lubricant. Handing her the jar, he teased, "Could you could use your super-strength to open this?" She strained to open the jar, but, dangling over his knee, it was difficult to get any leverage. It didn't help any that the jar top was practically cemented on. "I...CAN'T...do it!" she finally gasped, straining with all of her diminished might. Why was it that her super-strength was always the last power to return, when it was the power she wanted the most? "You women can be so HELPLESS sometimes," he chided, running his hand over her shapely bottom.   "Beautiful to look at, fun to play with, but totally helpless without a big, strong man. That's what happens when you send a GIRL to do a MAN'S job!" Kara ground her teeth in frustration as she handed the chauvinist pig his stupid jar back. When her powers returned, she would show him who was helpless. She winced as he ground the jar down against her left bottom cheek and unscrewed the lid. "See, that wasn't so hard," he said in a patronizing voice. He smiled as he slowly ran his hand over the trembling heroine's bare backside.  She was in a perfect position for a lesson in humility. "Have you ever had an enema, Kara?" he asked. Of course not!" she replied, horrified at the thought. "There is something special about a girl's first enema," he said, wistfully. "I take my time and let the patient watch as I lay out the bag, the hook for the bag, the tubing, the lubricant, and finally the nozzle. The color always drains from her face when she sees that pointy nozzle and realizes where it's going to go," he chuckled. "I stand to one side at the sink so she can watch the bag slowly getting bigger...and bigger...and bigger. I love watching her fidget and squirm as she wonders how she's ever going to hold it all. "And I take my time greasing up the nozzle. Sometimes I even ask the patient to grease it for me, so she can run her fingers over the cold, hard plastic and imagine it sliding up her tiny rear port hole. It's amazing how much lubricant some women manage to stick on the nozzle. "Then I move her into position, with her knees drawn up to her chest and her cute little fanny poking up in the air, all pink and helpless."  He was obviously relishing the image. "She's usually fairly panicked by this point, so I take my time separating her cheeks and slowly working my greasy, gloved finger past her defenses. I work it in leisurely and wiggle it around slowly and deliberately, so that she knows her ass belongs to me." "After she's been lubed, I usually take a minute to let her catch her breath before we begin," he said, quietly.  "I take her hand, or stroke her hair, and comfort her the best I can. When she feels relaxed and safe, I smile, run my fingers gently through her hair, and then return to the table. The look on her face when I turn around and she sees me holding the nozzle in one hand and the bulging bag in the other is simply priceless." "She always looks over her shoulder as I hang the bag and toy with the release clamp," he said, savoring the look of anguished suspense on Kara's face as she imagined HER first enema. "Then I pick up the nozzle, wink at her, and order her to reach back and spread her cheeks. "I use a lot of lube, so there is never any pain," he explained.  "It is the sense of helpless violation that make an enema special. I treat the enema like it's a routine, trifling procedure, and always make a point of telling the patient that I've done this hundreds of times." He smiled benignly. "I want the patient to know she's no different from the rest."  "After the nozzle is inserted nice and deep, I pretend I'm being paged," he continued. "This allows me to make an imaginary call on my cell phone.  I leave the poor girl kneeling on the table with her butt in the air, watching anxiously as I toy with the release clamp. "She perspires, and bites her lips, and wiggles her buns as I hypnotize her with that shiny metal clamp.  Occasionally I'll give her a playful little slap on the butt and chide her to 'hold still' while I chat casually on the phone about my golf plans for the weekend. "When the woman is close to fainting, I hang up the phone. 'I'm sorry for the interruption, but that was important,' I'll say, once again emphasizing how insignificant her upcoming ordeal is to me.   Then I'll smile and take a moment to look deeply into her frightened eyes. Finally, I release the clamp." "I set up the stand so that the water trickles in slowly, and there is plenty of time for the water to expand her bladder as well as her bowels. I'll pretend not to watch her wiggling and fidgeting as I chatter on the phone about my many exciting social activities. My patients squirm while I lovingly describe my ski trips or the elegant restaurants I dine in, since it reminds them that THEIR pathetic lives are limited to the degrading 'treatments' I prescribe. "I hope that hearing about my tricks doesn't spoil the experience for you, dear," he said as he gently stroked her bare bottom.  "I'm betting your first enema will STILL be memorable!" She swallowed hard as she imagined the cold plastic tube relentlessly trickling water into her bowels. Listening to his enema procedural with her bare bottom sticking helplessly in the air was agonizing.  He snapped on the rubber glove and began to worm his finger in between her tightly clenched thighs. "Little pigs, little pigs, please let me in," he teased. "No!" she shrieked.  "Don't touch me there." "Now, Kara, don't be difficult," he said, in an exasperated voice. "Remember, you're just a mental patient now, and I have to make sure that you're not smuggling any narcotics into my fine institution. I don't like this any better than you do, but I need to give that cute blonde pussy of yours a THOROUGH and COMPLETE probing!" "No, I won't let you!" she said, wedging her thighs together even more tightly.  "I'm not some helpless little slut you can strip down and probe.  I'm Supergirl!  You can't do this to ME!" He shook his head sadly and then reached across his desk and picked up her golden belt.  He folded it in half and then playfully stroked it across her tender, defenseless bottom cheeks. "I do hate to do this, but someone really needs to do something about your ATTITUDE!  You're not in charge anymore. Indeed, everyone you meet from now on will have total authority over you.  That's a lesson you're going to have to learn, young lady, and you're going to have to learn it good!" She looked anxiously over her shoulder, and he continued to playfully measure out the strokes across her backside with the belt. He was pleased to see the helpless heroine was actually biting her lower lip in fear as he ran the belt over her trembling, twitching bottom cheeks. He decided to draw out her humiliation a bit further. "Belts are funny things," he said. "Men use them hold up their pants up. Supergirl used it as a stylish fashion accessory. As part of her uniform, it symbolized her power and control. "Of course, now that you're totally helpless, we'll have to find a more appropriate use for your belt. In fact, I think this belt is the perfect tool for teaching a sassy, smart-mouthed brat respect for her betters!" He whipped the belt over her bare bottom cheeks and chuckled as she let out a gasp.  He waited a few seconds for the pain to sink in. "Stop!" she cried.  "IT HURTS!  Don't spank me! Please!  I'll do what you say!" "I know you will, Kara," he replied, gently. "You'll do everything I say, and then beg for more.  But first, I need to teach you some manners." He laid another stroke across her bottom. He didn't hit her hard, because he knew that he didn't have to.  As a novice to pain, she would find even a mild spanking unbearable. "When naughty little girls get too big for their britches, I think a good fanny-tanning is the best way of bringing them back to earth!" he teased, bringing the belt down again. "Don't you agree?" "No!  It hurts!  It's...so HUMILIATING!"  He gave her a slightly harder stroke where her thighs and buttocks met. He wanted to make sure she would have something to think about the next time she sat down.  "It's supposed to be humiliating.  Humiliation and obedience are what you are here to learn.  So don't argue with me, Kara," he said, in a sad voice.  "All that does is convince me that you haven't learned your lesson yet.  "Now let me ask you something," he said.  "Are you really Supergirl?" He rubbed the belt playfully against her bare backside. "Yes, of course I...." He SLASHED! the belt against her bare bottom cheeks and shouted, "WRONG!" In a pleasanter tone, he said, "Let's try again."  Once again he teased her bottom with the belt. Are you Supergirl?" "No," she replied, softly. "That's right," he chuckled. "Tell me who you REALLY are." "I'm just...an empty headed, scatterbrained blonde with delusions of grandeur," she said, reluctantly. "What else are you, Kara?" he asked, rubbing the belt against her twitching bottom. "I'm a disrespectful, naughty girl who needs to learn respect for her betters...." "That's right," he said, putting the belt back on his desk. "That wasn't so hard, was it?  See how much easier it is when you cooperate?" She flinched as she once again felt his gloved fingers poking at the tops of her tightly clenched thighs. "Now spread those creamy thighs like an obedient, docile little slut, or I'll tan your fanny some more." Grinding her teeth in helpless frustration, she obeyed the humiliating command. "My, aren't we wet?" he said.  "Strip away all that bluster, and you are one hot little babe." He worked his finger in and out of her wet sex as he continued his humiliating commentary.  "Are you sure that "S" on your chest didn't stand for 'SLUT'?" he joked.  "But don't worry; I'll put a note in your file to have you shaved and diapered, so you won't get too messy down there." "You can't diaper me!" she cried. "I don't need a DIAPER!"  "Now, Kara, Doctor knows what's best!"  He gave her bottom a playful slap. Slowly working his fingers in and out of her sex, he continued to tease and torment the helpless woman wiggling over his knee.  "What does it feel like to be helpless?" he asked. "Most women spend their whole lives in fear.   They have to make sure they don't walk home alone at night, for example. "It is really very unfair. Women in our society are almost like prisoners, afraid to go out alone, afraid to be at home alone, or to walk down the street without a male escort.  It's simply disgraceful." Supergirl ground her teeth as she struggled against the growing excitement between her legs. Despite her humiliation, she had never been so excited in her life. "Of course, you've never had to face that fear, Kara," he said, massaging her closer to orgasm. "You were always the one in charge, the one in control.  What does it feel like to be stripped of all your powers?  What does it feel like to be totally at my mercy? "Matter of fact, now you're even more helpless than most women," he said, working his thumb around her love button. "Now you're just a lowly mental patient. You have no clothing, no identity, and no legal rights.  I've stripped you of everything. No one will believe anything you say. The janitors, the orderlies, and even the other patients can use you as they see fit, and no one will care. No one will help you, and no one will believe you. "Did you know that 70% of the shock treatment victims are women? He once again adopted a clinical tone.  "Feminists say that misogynist male doctors don't value female intelligence and use 'treatment' to punish women who refuse to conform.  It's really quite unfair, isn't it?" "Once word gets out among the orderlies about how wet your little honey pot is, your dance card is going to be filled every night.  Have you ever been gang banged while wearing a straitjacket, Kara? My female patients tell me that it's an unforgettable experience." Supergirl threw her head back and cried out as she experienced the most earth-shaking orgasm of her life.    The doctor laughed as he wiped his greasy glove on her long blonde hair. "You ARE a little whore, aren't you?  Before you get too hot, remember that you CAN get pregnant.  I'm not going to give you any birth control, no matter how many men you have to service.  I imagine that, when you regain your powers, it will be difficult for you to abort an invulnerable fetus. I'm sure your doctor will advise you to carry the little bastard to term." "Now, Kara, it's time for you to take your medicine." He eased the naked blonde off his knee and dumped her onto the floor. "Why don't you kneel in front of me and show me what a good, submissive little slut you can be.  I want a FULL Lewinsky, on the double!" Supergirl was glad to be off his lap, but she hated the idea of degrading herself by giving the lecherous pervert a blowjob.  Her super-hearing and her x-ray vision had returned fully, and, for a moment, she toyed with the idea of running out into the hallway and trying to prove that she WAS Supergirl.  But, as she imagined herself standing in the hallway stark naked telling the horny orderlies what color underwear they were wearing, she had second thoughts. She had to stall for more time. Supergirl, the most powerful female crime fighter the world had ever seen, reluctantly knelt down in front of the two-bit con artist and obediently unzipped his pants. Fighting back her feelings of disgust, she took his hardness in her mouth. As she ran her tongue over the bulbous head, Dr. Phony continued to taunt her.  "It's such a waste to use a mouth like yours for barking orders....  Ooh, that's good", he gasped.   "Flutter that little tongue of yours right under the head and get ready to swallow.  I'm going to give you a really good treat...." She sputtered as he shot his copious load into her mouth.  "'ATTA GIRL!" he said.  "You'll swallow all your MEDICINE if you know what's good for you." She obeyed and drank the noxious stuff while he stared down at her with an amused expression.  "What does female submission taste like, Kara?" he asked. "Does it taste bitter for you?  It's sweet for me.  I think that 'S' on your uniform must stand for 'SUCK'!" "Now get back over here," he said, patting his knee.  "It's time for more medicine." She hated the idea of going back over his lap, especially since her belt was still lying ominously on the desk.   But she knew better than to resist, and she obediently scampered over his knee. He reached into his drawer and took out the special suppository he had prepared when he had seen her in the admittance area. He had acquired some "gold" Kryptonite shortly after getting out of prison.  It was poor stuff, apparently synthetic, and much less powerful than the real stuff (or even the normal synthetic). But the memory of what she had done to him was still fresh in his mind. He hadn't known how he was going to use it, of course, and he didn't have much, but, now that she was his patient, he had the perfect opportunity.  Based on what he had read, he had enough to keep her powerless for about a week if he could expose her system to the dreadful poison on a regular basis.  And what better way to do that than by administering it through a 24-hour suppository? She tensed as he dipped two of his fingers back into the lubricant and held them up before her horror stricken face. "Now, just relax your cute little bottom while Doctor gives you your medicine." She winced as he slowly spread her bottom cheeks and insistently pushed his greasy fingers past her agonizingly tight sphincter.  He took almost a full two minutes to work them all the way up her chute as she twisted helplessly on his lap, grunting from the shame and pain of her predicament. She let out a sigh of relief when he finally pulled his fingers out with a large POP! But her relief was short-lived as she saw him re-grease the tips of his fingers and pick up the suppository. She tried to twist away as she felt the evil medicine push against her tight bottom hole, but the powerful doctor easily held her in place.  He took his time and used the slow insertion of the suppository as a way of letting his new patient know that HE was in charge.... As Kara got off of his lap, he handed her a neatly folded smock. "This is your new uniform," he said, playfully. "It's not as grand as your last one, of course, but then you're not so grand anymore either, are you?"  Supergirl was grateful for any covering, and she quickly put on the garment. To her dismay, it was so short it barely covered her crotch in front, and the back strings had been cut off at the bottom, so her shapely bare butt would hang out.  "I think your new crime fighting uniform is just cute as button, Super Sucker.  Just don't go chasing after villains on windy days!" Supergirl's hands formed helpless little fists of frustration as the grinning con man laughed at her in her short hospital gown.  If only she could get her old uniform back.... But, as she clenched her fists, she felt an unmistakable power surge. It wasn't at full strength yet, but her super-strength WAS returning. She smiled, reached down, and picked up the grinning doctor by the crotch. "Upsy-daisy, doctor," she said, her self-confidence and power returning.  "It's time for you to take YOUR medicine! Dr. Phony winced as she felt her tighten her grip around his sack and lift him off his feet. He hadn't got the suppository into her bottom in time. He was screwed. She turned him upside down and dropped him head first onto the floor.  "Now, as I remember, I broke your legs when I tossed you across the room. Are they still tender and sensitive?" she said, her voice oozing with mock sympathy. The enraged Supergirl quickly x-rayed his legs to locate the fracture point and put her foot right on it. "Since you think my helpless, dainty bare feet are such a turn on, you should enjoy this."  The doctor cried out in pain as she dug her toes into thigh. "Who is helpless now, doctor?  Is pain a new sensation for you?  What's it like to live in fear?" Supergirl had never purposely hurt anyone before, but his conduct had pushed her over the edge.  "Did you know that 100% of the female super-heroes beat the CRAP out of males that force them to swallow? Should I use my dainty yellow belt to 'teach you a lesson,' DOCTOR?  Or are you going to be obedient and submissive, just like criminal scum should be?" She picked the doctor up by hair and began dragging him towards the door. "Have you ever had an enema, Doctor?" she asked, sarcastically.  "If I can find a garden hose, you will. And, since you like playing with people's butt holes so much, I'll have a talk with the warden. I'm sure he can arrange some cellmates that will enjoy using your tight little bottom as much as you enjoyed using mine!" As she dragged the doctor towards the door, she felt herself starting to weaken.  Her activity caused the suppository in her bottom to melt, and, even now, the "gold" kryptonite was seeping into her veins. The doctor quickly became too heavy to drag, and she reluctantly released his hair. Kara looked down at her feet. "This floor feels strange," she said, nervously.  "Why is it so cold again?"The two titans who had injured her shoulder burst into the room, along with the craggy nurse. "We heard you screaming, doctor," the nurse said.  "Are you alright?" "She attacked me!" the doctor said, scrambling up.  "This little bitch waited until my back was turned, and then she attacked me.   I want her restrained immediately!" The nurse instantly produced a straitjacket. "He's lying!" Supergirl cried, as the orderlies effortlessly forced her to the ground and began fitting her with the horrible jacket. "I'm really Supergirl.  You've got to believe me!" "Take her down the hall to an examination room," Doctor Phony said. "I want her shaved and diapered."   He rubbed his sore leg. "You boys take your time with the job.  She's very...sensitive...down there, if you know what I mean.  We're going to keep her in a straitjacket and a padded cell...and she won't be given toilet privileges.  We'll begin electroshock therapy in the morning." "SHOCK TREATMENTS?" Supergirl screamed.  "Please, you HAVE to believe me!  I know I look like a mental patient!  But you can't do that to me -- I'm SUPERGIRL!" The doctor intended to give her the mildest shock possible: barely a jolt.  He wanted her mind sharp and clear, but he knew he would enjoy the wild, frenzied look in her desperate eyes as the orderlies greased up the sides of her lovely head and used the gauze tape to tie her mouth restraint into place.... From the terrified look on her face, he knew that she wouldn't be sleeping tonight.  She'd be too busy thinking about her upcoming "treatment." The two orderlies dragged the straitjacketed girl out the door and into the crowded hallway. Her struggles during her jacketing had caused her short gown to ride up in front and back, leaving her totally exposed. In addition to the humiliation of being restrained, she had to endure the lustful stares and lewd comments of the patients, interns, and hospital workers as she was dragged down the long corridor. The doctor looked on in satisfaction as she was dragged towards the public diapering table. He planned to flee the hospital before the Kryptonite ran out, but there was always the risk that she would find him some day. He was, however, determined to ensure that the next seven days were worth it.                                                                                                               The End

Well… at least you won't have to wait too long with this one. I'm pledging to post at least 2k words every day. Sometimes that might be a chapter from my current project (although that's coming on quite slowly), but if I don't have anything new to post you'll get a chapter of one of these two Thanks for the support. And I'd love to hear what you're expecting to happen, who's going to end up as whose baby, and all that. I live for the speculation