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  1. Remember that you can read the next installment right now at my patreon. Click here to read the next part now. The days blurred into weeks-- Diana drifted through it all in an infantile haze, diapered and drooling. Daddy dressed her exclusively in the most embarrassing, babyish outfits possible: frilly, girly, and almost always accompanied by an old fashioned bonnet tied under her chin. The former superheroine spent her days playing in her nursery and napping, with only the vaguest sense in the back of her mind of who she once was. Some days, the Princess of the Amazons drifted so deeply into her dreamy babyland, she wondered if she’d ever lived that life of action and adventure at all... or if it was just the silly fantasies of an overgrown Baby Woman. Wolfe was careful to keep her separated from her allies until her regression was complete. Reintroducing her to the group too early could have disastrous consequences as her mere presence could have a rallying effect on her allies (who had been rendered largely docile at this point.) However, he had calculated that bringing her back into the group after she’d been completely, helplessly regressed would have the opposite effect-- that the sight of this paragon of female strength and heroism reduced to a big, gurgling baby with a load in her pampers would demoralize them and help them settle into their new roles permanently. In the meanwhile, he spent time with her, feeding Diana her ultra-high fibre meals, pushing her through the gardens in her stroller, and cuddling and reading stories before bedtime. He constructed for her a pastel world of infantile softness, so far removed from her former life as a badass warrior heroine, she was beginning to wonder if she’d dreamed it all. As they spent more time together, Daddy asked her more and more questions, frequently relating to her former home of Paradise Island. At first she resisted... but the more time wore on, the lass anchored she became to her former, adult identity, her resistance to his questioning growing weaker and weaker... Diana knew she wouldn’t be able to keep the Amazon’s secrets much longer, part of her already wondered why she was even bothering with that silly, grown-up nonsense. But another part of her, dim and growing dimmer every day, couldn’t help but wonder what Daddy intended to do with the information when he had it. One day, Diana awoke to find the railing of her crib was open. It was the first glimpse of freedom the Warrior Princess had seen in weeks. Yawning and scratching lazily, she rolled onto her side and simply stared at the exit for a while. She was so warm and cozy, she seriously considered simply rolling over and going back to sleep, completely ignoring her opportunity to escape... after all, it wouldn’t be long before Daddy came with her breakfast anyway, and she definitely wanted to be around for that. Yet there was still that part of her, buried somewhere deep, deep inside, that screamed at her to get up, reminding her that she wasn’t an overgrown baby, but a princess-- noble heir to a proud culture of warriors... she couldn’t simply give up on everything she had trained and sacrificed to protect, everything that defined her as a person. With an expression of grim determination, she clambered down onto the floor. Her equilibrium disrupted by the nanites, Dana was unable to walk and was forced to crawl slowly across the floor, her big, puffy white diaper crinkling behind her as she went. She crawled into the center of the room, glancing about with her upturned, princess’ nose in the air, wondering what her next move would be. She didn’t have to wait long... a soft, mechanical whirring drew her attention to the far wall, and Diana watched with quiet curiosity as one of the panels slid back, revealing a dark tunnel beyond. Cautiously, she crawled over to the opening and inspected it quietly. Diana peered into the darkness of the passage in the wall, which was so black she began to wonder if the tunnel had any end at all. She stared into the darkness of the void beyond, shivering, a large part of herself wanting to retreat back to the safety and warmth of her crib. But instead, the infantilized Amazonian Princess steeled herself, calling upon with little reserves of bravery she had left before crawling headlong into the dark void before her. The tunnel twisted and turned in the darkness, leaving the pampered princess to feel her way through by hand, forcing her to progress slowly. She wound her way through the void, and one point emitting a little yelp as she slipped and found herself rolling down an incline, eventually skidding to a stop on her diapered bottom when she hit flat ground once more. Wonder Woman had no idea how long she crawled through the darkness with nothing but the incessant crinkle of her diapers in her ears to keep her company. At last, she noticed the passage becoming less dark. Encouraged, Diana increased her pace, crawling as quickly as she could while feeling her way through the darkness. Finally, she reached the exit. The beautiful amazonian Adult Baby frowned when she saw an opening barely large enough for her to squeeze through. Deciding that it was too late to turn back, she reluctantly began pushing herself through the small circular opening. She discovered she could push her head through with ease, and she was able to get her shoulders through with a minimum of fuss. But when it came to her large, heavy breasts, she began to experience issues. Only by carefully controlling her breathing was she able to squeeze her big tits through the hole, realizing grimly that she was now committed to going through... she was sure she’d never be able to squeeze her way back through the way she came. Her narrow waist and flat stomach fit through the opening with ease. But when the time came to slip her hips and butt through, Diana knew she had a real problem. The hour-glass curve of her hips and the plump swells of her womanly buttocks would have been a problem at the best of times-- with the massive, puffy diaper strapped to her loins, it was virtually impossible. Straining and grunting, she attempted to use her arms to pry herself loose and kicked her legs behind her, trying desperately to free herself... but she succeeded only in further wedging herself into the small, round opening that had become her prison. The former superheroine felt herself being overwhelmed with feelings of helplessness and frustration. Biting her lip, she struggled to free herself, feeling tears spring to her eyes... just like a naughty little four year old, about to cry because things weren’t going her way. “Awwww,” she heard a nasty voice say suddenly from the darkness. “Did the widdle baby princess get her big ol’ diaper butt stuck? Here... let me give you a hand!” Diana gasped when she felt a set of strong fingers wrap themselves around her wrists painfully. Before she could do anything but emit a surprised gasp, Diana felt herself forcefully yanked, her bulging bottom popping free from the opening. She felt herself tossed across the room like a ragdoll, hitting the (thankfully padded) wall with enough force to drive the wind from her. Distantly, she became aware that her diaper was growing warm between her legs, blushing when she realized she was pissing herself. An attempt at clamping down simply reminded her of how weak she’d become, and she was forced to simply lay there and wet her diaper. From a prone position on the floor, Diana tried to steady her breathing. She heard one set of footsteps coming towards her, followed quickly by a second and a third. “Bet you thought what happened a few weeks ago was pretty funny, huh?” the voice said from the darkness, barely suppressed rage and shame evident. The lights came on with a loud click, and Diana was forced to squint until her eyes adjusted. “Well, you’d better brace yourself, Princess,” the voice said with an aggressive chuckle. “Paybacks a bitch-- and so am I!” Still squinting in the blinding white light, Diana peered up from her position on the floor to see The Paddler, flanked by Betsy Wetsy and The Milk Maid, all glaring down at her with superior smirks-- and why not? Staring up at them from the floor in a pissy diaper and dressed like a two year old, struggling to even raise herself onto her hands and knees, Wonder Woman had been thoroughly stripped of her power, her status, and her dignity. Gazing up at her foes, Diana felt something she’d only felt a handful of times in her long life... fear. Click here to read the next part now.
  2. Sorry I haven't been around much lately. There's been a death in my family and I've been very busy dealing with that for the past few weeks. If you're still enjoying the story, please consider leaving a like and a comment. Members of my patreon can read the next part of this story right now. Click here to check it out. Her name was Diana, and she was Princess of the Amazons, destined to one day rule over a culture of proud warrior women that had existed for thousands of years. She was the protector of Paradise Island and it’s citizens... but she was also a diplomat, sent into man’s world to represent her people and serve as an example of their ideals, and her wisdom was sought out by the world’s leaders and great thinkers. And of course, she was a hero, bravely fighting for peace and justice across the world as Wonder Woman, becoming a nearly universally beloved figure in the process. These were the facts Diana had to remind herself of as she found herself looking up into Mr. Wolfe’s face guiltily, a hot and heavy load of poop weighing down the back of her colourful, crinkly diaper, which was now sagging low enough to reveal the top of her butt-crack, the brown stain on the seat growing darker and larger with every passing second. It was hard to feel like much of a hero when a handsome man was peeking inside her loaded diaper to survey the magnitude of her mess. “Oh yeah-- that oatmeal really did a number on you, didn’t it, sweetie?” She stammered, but he didn’t wait for an answer, instead reaching between her legs to feel for dampness, discovering her quite wet. “Wow! You used up every inch of this diaper!” Diana blushed furiously, shaking her head. She knew she had to get a grip on herself. Although Wolfe had thoroughly defeated her, it was vital that she maintain her grip on her identity! If she submitted to him, he’d get even more powerful... and with the other heroines under his thumb (including Supergirl and Zatana, two of the most powerful beings on the planet), he was already almost unstoppable... she couldn’t allow him to use her to get even stronger! She had to resist-- for the good of women everywhere! But she was still caught off guard, barking out a surprised yelp when he scooped her up under her arms, forced to grudgingly wrap her legs around his waist (Diana bit her lip, trying to ignore the way her pissy wet diapered pussy was grinding against him.) Carrying her across the room with the ease of a rag doll, Diana found herself set down heavily onto the changing table, her hot, gooey mess squishing flat between the table and her tushy with an audible squelch. Diana’s eyes went wide, her pretty lips forming a tight little ‘o’ of surprise, the mess smushing all over her once again. She told herself it was both disgusting and humiliating, unsanitary and an affront to her adulthood... she tried to tell herself that she was mortified, grossed-out, outraged, repeated the words in her head like a mantra, ran through the list of sensations she knew she, as a grown woman, should be feeling in this situation... But as the hot, muddy mess spread out across her butt-cheeks and wedged up between her shapely buns, outrage and disgust were not the emotions she was experiencing. Instead, the amazon princess was unable to deny a shameful, but rapidly building arousal that made her privates feel all hot and tingly and moist inside her messy diaper. The Warrior Princess scolded herself, trying to scrape up some leftover dignity befitting her royal status... but to her shame and horror, she was unable to stop herself from squirming on her rump, savouring the feeling of her bottom getting messier and messier, cooing quietly to herself as she did. The whole experience left Diana feeling exquisitely babyish, and all of it served only to stoke Wonder Woman’s forbidden desires. She became aware of Wolfe smirking at her, filling her with the cold shock of shame. But Wolfe simply took her by the hands, bending over to kiss her tenderly on the forehead. “It’s OK, darling,” he said, reaching down to stroke her bare thigh gently. “Big babies like you can’t help making mud pies in their pants-- or having a nice wiggle in them.” He winked, causing Diana to blush and turn away, but he took her chin gently between his thumb and forefinger and guided her head back into place, until she was gazing into his eyes once again. She felt locked in place, and as much as she wanted to, Diana couldn’t look away... she was drawn into his deep, dark blue eyes, her heart pounding, her breathing getting heavier, and she wanted very much for him to kiss her again. “It’s alright, darling. Daddy Wolfe doesn’t punish babies for things they can’t help.” “I couldn’t, Daddy,” she insisted in a voice that sounded shockingly small and helpless in her ears. “I know, Precious,” he said, tickling her under her chin. “You can’t be expected to control yourself anymore-- that’s why you need Daddy to look after you, right?” Diana looked dubious, “It’s alright, darling. Like I said: I don’t believe in punishing big babies for things they can’t control. In fact, I think you earned yourself a reward for making Daddy such a big, messy present in your pampers... Don’t you?” The superheroine cringed and moaned in embarrassment, but still allowed herself to be laid out on her back, her wrists buckled into place with thick straps on either side of her head. Too late, she realized once again that she was totally powerless and completely under his control once again... Diana was dismayed when she realized that the thought had her quivering with anticipation. Reaching out, he began rubbing the front of her diaper, pressing and rubbing the fluffy, soggy material against her hot pussy, drawing an involuntary groan of pleasure. Shuddering, Diana found herself unconsciously squirming, rubbing her dirty diapered bum on the changing table, the poopy mess smushing, squishing and smearing across both buttocks and caking up thickly into her crack. “Yes... I think you’ve earned yourself a very special treat for being such a good, big baby girl,” he said, and Diana felt that mysterious warmth emanating from his palm through the front of her diaper, flowing into her and once more filling her with pleasure-- more and more every second, until it seemed more than her body could possibly contain. “Yes... she’s just a big happy babe in a stinky, poopy diaper, isn’t she?” he said, teasingly. “Uhhhhhh!” she cried, ashamed of her betrayal of her warrior’s code, humiliated in her reduction in status from hero to simpering diaper girl with a load in her pampers... but still greedy for an orgasm. “Who’s Daddy’s Big Baby girl?” he asked, slowing his rubbing, the amount of energy flowing out of him diminishing. “UUUUUHHHUUUUUHHH!” Wonder Baby gave a piteous, bratty squeal, stamping her feet, her dignity forgotten. Princess wanted her orgasm, and she wanted it NOW! “Now now,” he chided, decreasing the flow of energy even further, making her groan in protest. “Don’t be fussy! I asked you a question, young lady: Who’s Daddy’s Big Baby Girl?” Shivering and drooling, her personality almost totally subsumed by her quest for orgasm, Diana forced herself to moan: “Uuuuuuuhhhhh aaaaammmmmm...” “I don’t think I can hear you,” Wolfe said, dimming the flow of energy once more and making his captive bleat piteously. “Who’s Daddy’s Big Baby Girl?” She looked up at him, locking eyes as she cried out: “I AM YOUR BIG BABY GIRL, DADDY!” All at once, the second she finished speaking, the warm, pulsing energy returned, even stronger than before, and getting more powerful by the second. “UUUUUHHHHH!” Diana cried, grinning and drooling like a fool, her legs spreading obscenely, displaying herself and her dirty diaper to him as openly as possible. All reason and modesty had fled from her body, pushed out in a wave of tingling, orgasmic force surging through her, leaving only an all consuming sexual appetite. Her climax arrived like a tidal wave, washing over top of her and sweeping her away into an ocean of pleasure. Squealing and shuddering, Diana writhed and thrashed on the table, and she found herself unconsciously drawing her knees up towards her chest. Too late, the warrior princess realized that the same power that was propelling her towards orgasm was also stimulating her bowels, and she was on the verge of another messy accident. “OOOHHH!” she cried ecstatically as her orgasm forcefully over took her, just milliseconds before her butt exploded once again, a cacophony of farts and squishes filling the air, her diaper bulging outwards once again, the stain growing larger and darker. She squeezed her eyes shut and fought back a sob, Wolfe’s rich chuckles echoing in her ears as she lost all control. 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  3. As always, if you're still enjoying this, let me know in the comments. Members of my Patreon can read the next part now right here. “HHHHhhuuuuuhhhhh...” Sweat popped out on Diana’s brow before dribbling lazily down her face, the sound and colours emanating from the screen raining down on her, emptying her mind of all things... all, that is, except for one... the urge to strain and push out a big load into the seat of her pampers. Without warning her bladder blew, first a squirt, then a trickle, building up to a mighty gush that seemed to go on and on, soaking the material between her legs. “Mmmmmmm....” she grunted absently, her efforts almost instantly rewarded with a firm, gooey lump plopping into the seat of her pampers. She passed gas loudly, followed by a few more hot, smelly chunks tumbling out of her bum and into the seat of her rapidly expanding diaper. She found that she really didn’t even have to strain very hard-- the slightest push brought a mushy gush from her bowels sliding nosily into her diaper, her weakened sphincter providing virtually no resistance, as slack and weak as a real baby. She moaned, eyes glazed, head empty of all higher function, hyper aware of all sensations-- the weight and heat of the muddy load in her seat, beginning to weigh the back of her diaper down heavily... the relief she felt as she emptied her bowels... the ever increasing smell, growing thicker with every second... and of course, the sound and light emanating from the television, which seemed to both empty and fill her at the same time, putting her deeper and deeper into a trance. Her diaper filled with a series of gassy blurps and blorps that Diana would have been embarrassed about at one point-- but now, with her mind empty and blank, she was simply focused on the relief and the hot, squishy weight in the seat of her pants that grew larger with her every “uhh!” and “mmm!” At last she was finished, her diaper all hot and heavy behind her, the growing weight tugging her pampers down at the back, the top of her butt-crack appearing above the waistband. “Hhhuuuugggghhh!” Diana grunted softly to herself, her anus offering no resistance to the sloppy load the was gushing and blurping out, the seat growing lumpy and dark behind her. The pungent, poopy odour began to rise like a thick fog, making her delicate, upturned nose twitch and crinkle distastefully. “Phew!” she exclaimed, both in relief at having unloaded her bloated bowels, and in good-natured distaste at the stink emanating from the seat of her pampers. Rising to her knees, she took a casual peek over her shoulder, feeling a shiver of embarrassment when she saw the way the load made her seat bulge and sag and stained the seat brown. “Lossa poopy in my pants,” she said softly to herself, ogling the lumpy bulge in the seat of her diaper. The sound and colour coming from the TV was still washing over her, filling her with strange thoughts. Diana felt a sudden compulsion to reach back and give the full seat of her diaper a little feel... Before she knew it, she head reached back to pat and squeeze the well-packed seat of her pampers gently, cooing softly and shivering to herself. Her other hand lifted towards her face on it’s own, her thumb finding it’s way into her mouth, and she began to unconsciously suck on it. Diana pushed, patted and squeezed the load in her pants, wiggling her butt for good measure, slurping her thumb and gazing into the television, a little drool trickling down her chin. The former Wonder Woman crinkled her nose when she felt the mess squishing against her skin, and she felt a little surprised when she realized her pussy was getting moist. Imperceptible to the naked ear, the tone hidden in the background of the cartoon shifted ever so slightly. Eyes glazed, sucking her thumb, her diaper loaded and saggy behind her, Diana found herself suddenly filled with the urge to have a nice squish in her smelly pampers. Her foggy, addled brain was filled with thoughts of how delightfully naughty it would feel to have that load mushing up against her her tight, round ass, just the thought of it making her slobber in anticipation. Without any further introspection on the matter, Diana impulsively sat back on the beanbag chair, lowering her tushy nice and slow so she could saver the hot, gooey squish against her smooth, round buttocks, shivering when she felt it push up between them, filling her crack with a hot mess. “Ooooohhh...” she groaned to herself around her thumb, unable to resist the urge to wiggle in her loaded diaper, making her tushy nice and messy. With her thumb planted thoroughly between her lips, Diana sat and squished in her mess, watching cartoons with a hot mud pie in her pants, her pussy getting moist. Wonder Woman was unable to resist the temptation to reach down and start rubbing herself through the front of her thickly padded diaper, the stink of her mess making her nostrils twitch. “Stinky,” she said around her thumb with a giggle, crinkling her nose against the potent poopy pong, wiggling and blatantly masturbating in her hot, smelly pampers. “Oh!” She said breathily to herself, giggling, her arousal quickly growing, the load in her diaper sumshing audibly beneath her buns with every shift and wiggled of her bottom. “Mmmm! Squishy,” she said happily, pushing herself further and further towards orgasm. Settling as much of her weight on her rump as she possibly could, Diana wiggled her tushy in her mess, sighing and shivering, manically rubbing the front of her pampers in a desperate attempt to push herself to orgasm. Her conscious mind had been completely subdued, the bright, noisy cartoon on the TV reduced to a mishmash of shapes and colours in her brain, stripped of all meaning. Her entire being was focused on the building pleasure in her loins and the warm, squishy sensations coming from under her squirming tushy. Even the smell no longer seemed to bother her... she had nothing standing in the way of her quest for satisfaction. So of course, it didn’t take long for her to bring herself to a mind blowing orgasm, without even a trace of any guilt or shame... her needs were paramount, and whatever she did to satisfy them was perfectly acceptable in what was left of her mind. Shimmying and screaming, quaking in her stinky diaper, she collapsed backward into her seat, gasping, spent. Mindlessly gazing into the TV screen and sucking her thumb, the ex-Wonder Woman cooed softly to herself and wiggled happily in her messy diaper, contented to sit back, watch cartoons and drool, basking in the warm afterglow of her climax. She had no idea how long she sat like that, but the mess in her pants had grown cool when she finally heard the door on the far side of the room hiss open. She glanced over, her face breaking into a wide smile behind her thumb when she saw Wolfe enter the room, turning the TV off with the remote as he did. “Well hello there, baby cakes!” he said happily, bending down and beckoning towards her. Excitedly, Diana slid out of her seat and got on her hands and knees. Smiling and giggling, she crawled across the floor unsteadily, her stinky, heavily stained diaper waggling lazily in the air behind her, crinkling with every move she made. “There’s my girl!” he said, bending down to tickle her under the chin. Wonder Baby giggled and looked up at Wolfe adoringly, her mind emptied of all negative thoughts about him, at least temporarily. She gazed up at him from the floor adoringly, craving his attention just like a real baby. He crinkled his nose, sniffed the air and eyed her suspiciously. Diana blushed and turned away, suddenly all hot and embarrassed. Suddenly, having his attention didn’t seem so great, after all. Even in this regressed state, she still felt the cool trickle of embarrassment at the idea of being seen in dirty diapers by him. Even though she knew he’d already changed her messy diapers, it was still humiliating, and not exactly something she wanted to re-live... at least, that’s what she told herself. “Hmmm... it’s a bit stinky in here, don’t you think darling?” “Um... I don’t smell anything, daddy,” she lied, desperate to save herself the embarrassment she knew she was powerless to stop from happening. She gazed into the carpet, trying not to notice the way that he was peeking at the back of her diaper. “It’s looking a little bulky back there... are you sure there’s nothing you want to tell me, sweetie?” “Uh... well...” she stammered, hesitating. Wolfe didn’t wait around for an answer... walking around behind her, he inspected the seat of her diaper with a raised eyebrow. “Did you sit in something, sweetheart? You seem to have a big brown stain back here.” “Um...” Reaching out, he patted the seat of her pampers with his palm. “Oh yes... these are definitely full of something.” “I don’t...” But he didn’t wait for her to finish, instead reaching out to hook the tip of his index finger into the waistband of her diaper at the back and tug it out ever so slightly, allowing him to peek inside at the poopy brown mess. “I knew it... those pampers are loaded! You’re going to need a serious diaper change, darling... ASAP!” Read the next part here
  4. Just a little reminder: you can read the next chapter right now if you join my patreon. She awoke with a start, greeted with the sight of wooden bars looming over her on all sides. Kicking her covers off revealed a nearly translucent pink nightgown and a thick diaper beneath a set of ruffled, pink satin panties that bulged to contain it. The plastic of the diaper crinkled with every little move-- a reminder of what she’d been reduced to... and what happened during her last encounter with Wolfe. Her cheeks flushed bright red just thinking about it. Not only had the proud, powerful, respected Warrior Princess been reduced to the status of a helpless, wriggling Adult Baby, unable to even stand under her own power, she’d been forced by her enemy to not only fill her diaper with an apocalyptic bowel movement, but then brought her to a mind melting orgasm while she sat in her mess. And the worst part? The worst part was that she couldn’t even hate him for it... in fact, just thinking about it had her pussy all moist in her pampers... Great Hera, what’s wrong with me?! She scolded herself angrily. I’m not some weak little girl! Wolfe may have robbed me of my strength, but I’m still Wonder Woman, damnit! I am a princess and a warrior of Themyscira! I might be down... but as long as a warrior possesses her fighting spirit, she’s never defeated! With great difficulty, she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, then, using the bars of the crib, pulled herself up, slowly, until she stood unsteadily at the edge peering over the top and wondering how she was going to make her escape. Before her encounter with Wolfe’s nanites, vaulting over the side would have been child’s play... but now, weak as a kitten, it took all of her strength to merely stand with wobbling knees at the side and look out longingly over the top of the bars. She gazed out over the nursery beyond the crib, it’s toy strewn floor and pastel pink and blue walls making her feel even more infantile than before... and all the more determined to escape! She scanned the room, eyes peeled for a tool she might use to pry a vent loose, or some sort of seam in the wall or floor... anything she might be able to use to turn this situation to her advantage. A noise behind her drew her attention. Diana turned just in time to see the bars on the other side of the crib descend under it’s own power with a subtle, mechanical hum. She watched it go, warily, until the entire side of the crib was open... waiting for her to exit. Slowly, cautiously, she crawled to the edge and slid out feet first, dropping softly to her hands and knees on the thickly carpeted floor. A quick glance around the room revealed no windows or doors-- none she could see, anyway. Diana glanced around, her eyes scanning through the discarded toys and the adult sized baby furniture for something she might be able to use to her advantage. A pitiful grumble from her stomach reminded her that it had probably been hours since the last time she’d eaten. She frowned, scanning the room for clues. Had Wolfe gone to all this trouble just to let her starve? It didn’t seem like his M.O., but who knew with a man like that? He was clearly unhinged... Another mechanical humming sound drew her attention to one of the walls. She glanced over and saw a panel sliding open on a nearby wall. Hesitantly, she crawled over to take a look inside, but her nose told her what was there before she was even halfway: someone had send her some food, and she was pretty sure she knew what it was. A quick glance inside confirmed her suspicions, and she sighed when she was greeted with the sight of a large, plastic container filled with a copious helping of steaming hot oatmeal, a big plastic spoon sticking out of the top, fastened onto a plastic tray. Turning up her nose haughtily, she crawled in the opposite direction, determined to maintain her dignity. She crawled a few feet, but froze when she heard a mechanical buzzing trailing after her. Turning, she frowned when she saw that the tray was following her, attached to some sort of tiny robot. Diana tried to ignore it as she crawled across the floor. Her newly weakened muscles had soon reached their limit. Exhausted, the amazon princess plopped herself down in a nearby beanbag chair to mull over her next move. She let out a huff of irritation when the machine pulled up in front of her, the food tantalizingly close. Gritting her teeth in frustration, she considered sweeping the contents of the tray onto the floor with her hand, but she found herself distracted once again by more humming. Diana watched, curious, as a panel in the wall lifted away, revealing a black screen that soon flickered to life. The screen was soon filled with the bright, swirling colours of a cartoon... no doubt intended to remind her of her new status in life, she thought, rolling her eyes. But a funny thing happened... as the sound and colour of the cartoon began washing over her, Diana found herself strangely drawn to it. Her eyes were glued to the screen, virtually unblinking, and she strained her ears to listen to the music, dedicating 100% of her focus to it. Focus, hell... she was practically mesmerized by it, and the longer she stared at the screen, the more she felt herself drawn deeper and deeper into it’s world of music and colour. And she was aware of the hollow pain in her guts, the hungry rumble that was her only source of discomfort at the moment... Before she was even aware of it, she’d taken the tub and began greedily spooning the oatmeal into her mouth, slowly at first, then with greater relish. She took the bowl off the tray and held it in her lap, eating greedily as the machine retreated back into it’s cubbyhole, the panel sliding shut behind it. Eyes glazed, she stared into the screen, the shapes, colours and sounds flowing through her, emptying her mind and leaving her in a blank state as she rhythmically spooned, chewed and swallowed the bland, gooey mush. The princess ate like a pig, stuffing her face with the bland oatmeal, smearing her lips and chin in her almost frantic efforts to consume the contents of the bowl, chewing loudly and swallowing as quickly as she could to free up space in her mouth for the next spoonful. The bowl got lighter and her belly got heavier, now uncomfortable not from hunger but from overeating. Diana noisily stuffed her face, all her royal etiquette and haughty manners pushed aside in her quest to finish the oatmeal. When she began to feel too full, she’d pause to belch loudly, and on one occasion, she lifted a leg to let out a fart that left her feeling ten pounds lighter. Crinkling her nose against the smell, she immediately returned to her eating, compelled by a force beyond her will to shovel as much of the oatmeal down her gullet as humanly possible. By the time the bowl was empty, her belly was stretched so full and tight she could barely move, could scarcely do anything but sink into the beanbag chair and belch contentedly. The flashing and sound emanating from the screen grew brighter, louder, faster, the intensity building... The fullness in her tummy led again to the now familiar uncomfortable gassy cramping building in her bowels. Without thinking, she lifted up a butt-cheek and cut a noisy ripper, not even trying to hold it in, not even sure she could anymore. Her guts cramped and burbled loudly, struggling to keep up with the truly heroic amount of food she’d consumed. Her mind as blank as a broken TV, Diana slid out of her seat, finding herself on her hands and knees on the floor, her gaze fixed on the carpet, her stuffed belly hanging heavily beneath her. Diana’s ears tuned to the music and sound effects emanating from the screen, listening for some cue she didn’t remember. Suddenly, she found herself bending forward, sticking her rump up in the air behind her, her diaper crinkling under her nightgown. Eyes glazed, drool running down her chin, Diana began absently grunting to herself... Click here to read the next installment.
  5. If you're still enjoying the story, please remember to hit like and leave a comment below. “I want you to try and imagine a world,” he said, lightly stroking the front of her diaper, the lightest touch of her fingers sending intense waves of pleasure radiating throughout her body, “where women are beloved and cherished by society as a whole. A world where their safety and comfort were paramount. A world where every woman spent every day in pampered luxury, wanting for nothing. Imagine a world where the greatest crime one could commit was doing harm to a woman.” Cramps squeezed Wonder Woman guts painfully, causing her to fart loudly in her diapers, the thick padding barely even muffling the gross, greasy sound that emerged, and she had to confess she was having a hard time imaging anything at the moment. Still, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus through her mounting arousal and the desperation that was growing in her bowels. “A world of peace,” he said, his voice growing clear and powerful. “A world of prosperity. A world that has abandoned the petty squabbles of the past and stepped boldly into the future-- together.” Dazed, her body rendered feeble by the nanites, her guts roaring and her pussy burning, Diana tried to listen... but when her reached up with her other hand and began to, almost casually stroke and breast and play with her nipple, she was unable to bite back a cry of sudden, unanticipated pleasure. Whatever strange energy he was bringing to bare against her body, it was highly effective. “And this world came about, in large part, because of a heroine... a beautiful champion, beloved by all the good and decent people of the world, who chose to leave that life behind to accept a new role-- and teach the world about a new way of life.” “Oooh!” she cried, desperate squirming about on the couch in front of him, eager to ask questions but rendered unable to speak by the burning in her loins. Instead, she grunted and passed gas noisily, blushing, humiliated by her lack of control. “As I’m sure you’re aware, the future is an ever-shifting kaleidoscope of possibilities. It’s one of these possible futures the I come from: A future where crime and poverty are virtually eliminated. A world of harmony. A place,” he said, moving his hand from her crotch up to her tummy, “where women never progress, socially or intellectually, above the level of preschool... and live out their life as overgrown toddlers, cherished by all.” As soon as she felt his hand on her stomach, Diana howled, the pressure in her bowels instantly growing more intense, almost painful. Without warning, Diana cut a loud, nasty ripper, that vibrated like a buzz saw beneath her diapered butt. With a chuckle, his hand drifted down between her legs once more, pressing his fingers into the front of her pampers once more. The throbbing heat returned, more powerful than before, and Wonder Woman threw her head back with a primal shriek, the pleasure making her writhe against his chest, eyes rolling back as she started to drool. “As I say... a possible future, but one where the savagery and barbarism of the past has been put behind us. A future worth fighting to achieve-- which is what I’ve been sent here to do.” “Uh-uh!” Diana cried, straining once again to free herself, which resulted in little more than a brief, spasmodic flailing of her limbs, which caused her to break wind. Groaning, her cheeks flaring red, she let out a whimpering groan, thinking about how far she’d fallen in such a short time... from glamorous warrior princess to drooling, farting adult baby in less than an hour... it was like something out of a nightmare, one she prayed she’s be awaking from soon. “’Fraid so, sweetheart,” he said with a grin, bending down and kissing the top of her head. In spite of herself, Diana felt her heart start thumping wetly inside her, her pussy pulsing in time with it, going from wet to sopping in the moist warmth of the diaper. “You might say I was made for the job... my enhancements are powered by submission, and considering how thoroughly under my thumb your friends are, you can imagine how powerful I am right now. But you... you’re different,” he said, rubbing her privates through the thick padding of the front of her diaper. She responded with a groan cramps pushing out farts and toots from her over-full colon at random intervals. Diana wailed and sobbed, utterly humiliated by her lack of control over her own body, but there was nothing she could do... her anus, lacking even the kind of basic retention abilities that a toddler possessed, was useless, unable to hold back even gas anymore. “I’m going to win you over, you see,” he continued, one hand on her breast, the other on the front of her diaper. “I’m going to make you love being a big baby...” “Nuh-uh!” she cried, ashamed of how childish she sounded in her own ears. “Oh yes!’ he said, moving his from her nipple and lightly raking his fingers across her ribs ticklishly, making her squeal with laughter. “In fact, you’re going to be me to diaper your little booty and treat you just like a two year old by the time we’re finished. Trust me, I know... I’m from the future.” With an anguished grunt, Diana thrashed and writhed as best she could, making a last ditch effort to escape... but her efforts were halfhearted, and elicited only laughter from her tormentor, who could sense the princess’ heart just wasn’t in it. It was true-- as her arousal built to levels Wonder Woman hadn’t previously been aware of, she knew, deep down, that she had absolutely no desire to escape her fate. Her legs were quivering, drool dribbled down her chin, her passion driving every coherent thought from her brain save the vague, shameful memory that she was supposed to be a heroine... that the fate of the women of the world were depending on her! Suddenly, a cramp twisted her guts, drawing a sharp gasp and driving all other through from her mind. Her bowels had reached their limit, her colon full to the bursting point... and burst she did, an explosion of diarrhea filling her pampers with a mushy, gassy spattering. “UUUUUU-HHHHHUUUHH! HERA HELP ME!” she grunted and cried, utterly powerless to prevent her well-toned buttocks from parting to accommodate a violent gush of muddy poo-poo, the mess squishing against her skin as, rushing to fill every bit of free space inside her diaper. At that moment, her shame was briefly eclipsed by the white-hot supernova of her orgasm-- a blistering, volcanic eruption of passion that overwhelmed and consumed her, overwhelming her, making her shudder and shiver on the couch, and momentarily wiping her mind clean of whatever adult thoughts she had left. A cramp twisted her bowels, squeezing out another hot, stinky mudslide into the seat of her diapers, followed by a cacophony of gas and squishes. Diana let out a howl of erotically charged humiliation, her diaper getting tighter around her waist the more smelly brown poop was pumped into her pampers at an alarming rate. “That’s a good girl,” he said, his voice velvety smooth in her ear. “Just let go,” he said one hand on her tummy, the other pressing down against the front of her diaper, not rubbing, just pressing down lightly. Diana could feel the heat of the mysterious, invisible energy he was generating into her flowing into her, stimulating her her bowels and her privates. “Hhhhhuuuhhhhh!” She groaned inarticulately. Her climax had her writhing and shivering in his arms as she instinctively drew her knees up to her chest, a slight grunt producing another round of explosive diarrhea into her already packed pampers. After an eternity, Diana felt her body return to normal, leaving her even weaker than before, spent and squishing around in a poopy diaper. Collapsing against his chest with a sob, the poopy diaper squishing against her well-toned rump, her heart thumping in her chest. How could she ever be able to respect herself again as an adult or a superheroine after having the best orgasm of her life in a dirty diaper? “Awww... don’t fret, darling,” he said, bending down to plant a kiss on her forehead, and Wonder Woman felt a flood of comforting warmth spreading over her entire body, until she was limp and sleepy. “Big babies like you just can’t help themselves,” he said, reaching back to give her messy diaper a squeeze, smushing the mess against her buttocks. Diana felt her heart flutter. To her horror, she realized she was starting to get aroused again. What’s happening to me? she fretted as she yawned and drifted to sleep in the arms of perhaps the most dangerous villain she’d ever faced. Psssst! Want to read the next issue right now? Then head on over to my Patreon and join up now!
  6. Huge thanks to ABDLExtra and Matt for their help in editing this chapter... the assistance is greatly appreciated. If you enjoy this chapter, please consider leaving a like and a comment below, and if you enjoy my stories, please consider joining me on Patreon, where you'll get access to exclusive stories, art projects and more. I'll be posting installments of this story on there a couple of weeks or so before I post them here from now on, so if you want to check out future installments as they're released, be sure to join me there. “Uuuuhhhggg...” She was Diana, Princess of the Amazons and better known to the world-at-large as the heroine: Wonder Woman. The beautiful, dark-haired woman in the high-chair repeated these words to herself, again and again, until it became a mantra. She needed the reminder-- sitting in the high-chair, diapered so absurdly thick that it felt like she was sitting on a pillow, her onesie a grotesque, infantile parody of the uniform she wore so proudly, her belly stuffed so full it was becoming uncomfortable. She needed to remind herself who she really was. Her normally flat belly was stuffed so full of beans it was beginning to pooch out, and her guts were grumbling and growling angrily inside her. But she dared not slow down. Wolfe having made it abundantly clear that the consequences of her failure would fall on innocent bystanders. So she forced open her mouth, robotically, to accept one mouthful of beans after another. The beans had grown lukewarm and even more unpalatable, and the superheroine made faces as she forced herself to chew and swallow, each large spoonful overflowing her mouth and dripping down the front of her bib, and when she caught sight of herself in the mirror, her mouth all smeared like a messy big baby, her cheeks would flare red. “Uhhh...” she groaned, the pressure in her belly growing painful once again. She felt the gas building up in her butt again, and knew she was helpless to do anything but lean to one side and lift her butt-cheek before a long, noisy bubbler came blasting out of her useless anus. A noisy ripper that made her butt-cheeks jiggle. Her blush deepened, particularly when the stink began to emerge once more, even through the thick padding of her pampers... but the relief was also undeniable, and Diana couldn’t hold in a sigh, the pain in her guts relieved-- for the moment, anyway. But her humiliation was just beginning, and she could only look away with red cheeks when Wolfe chuckled. “These beans are really doing a number on you,” he asked, gleefully loading up another heaping spoonful, “aren’t they sweetie?” Her lovey dark eyes flashed angrily at him as she opened her mouth to accept another injection of fart fuel. “Insolent... worm,” she mumbled through a mouthful of beans. “How... (BURP)... how dare you... laugh at me?” As if answering her own question, a long, high-pitched squeaker slipped out of her tushy, completely unannounced and uncontrollable. She blushed, avoiding his knowing smirk as he scooped up another helping of beans and shoveled them into her waiting mouth. “Hush up and eat your beans, darling-- you’re going to need your strength for what comes next.” She fixed him with a furious stare that almost hid the fear she felt in her heart when she thought about what the future might hold for her. Diana tried to steady her breathing and focus on the task at hand, obediently opening her mouth, chewing, and swallowing. Her lips and chin were completely smeared with sauce and her belly was round and tight as a drum, her guts grumbling and gurgling from the gasses that were building up within. Stuffed to capacity, Wonder Woman was left bloated and lethargic, groaning uncomfortably as she forced herself to chew and swallow; reflecting that she had rarely felt more powerless than she did at this moment. Worse, she could feel her colon constantly filling with gas, knowing that there was no way her now almost useless sphincter could hold it in for long. The Warrior Princess was forced to sit in the high-chair, diapered and dressed in an infantile version of her trademark uniform, feeling the farts build up inside her and helpless to prevent them from ripping out at random intervals, leaving her stinking and blushing. “Yes,” Wolfe said, his voice dripping with condescension, spooning up another load of beans and pushing it between her gooey lips, “don’t you worry about being the big, strong heroine anymore.” Chewing and swallowing, Diana groaned in protest, but Wolfe continued as he spooned up another heap and pushed it messily into her waiting mouth. “It’s going to be naps, strollers and dirty diapers for you from now on, darling. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t even remember what it was like to be an adult!” Diana wracked her exhausted brain for a witty rejoinder-- something cool and heroic, to let him know she might be down, but not out. Instead, she just groaned. Without warning, she uncontrollably cut a major, explosive fart that was barely muffled by her pampers, a loud, bubbly rumbler that vibrated the seat of the high chair. Diana’s lips formed a shocked ‘O’, her cheeks colouring red, unable to believe she’d just emitted a noise that embarrassing... to say nothing of the stink! “Oh my,” he said without surprise, feeding her another portion of beans. “Sounds like someone’s getting an upset tummy! I have a sneaking suspicion I’m going to be changing a very dirty diaper in the not too distant future!” Diana simply groaned in embarrassed disrepair, obediently opening her mouth to accept another mouthful. “Good girl!” He said, spooning up another heap of beans. “We’ve only got half the bowl left!” Wonder Woman let out a tearful groan, belching softly before opening up for another spoonful. “All gone!” Wolfe said after he’d forced the final helping of beans into Diana’s waiting mouth. The former superheroine simply groaned in response, forcing herself to swallow, the food settling into her full and bloated belly, and she almost immediately followed it up with another noisy belch, which didn’t do enough to relieve the pressure inside her. A painful cramp in her side was accompanied by a rolling sensation and increased pressure in her colon. Without warning and beyond her control, she exploded a huge gasser from her backside, its vibrations so powerful she thought for a moment she might blow the diaper right off her butt. Squealing babyishly, she was humiliated by her complete lack of control. “Awww... poor little princess,” he teased, unlocking the tray and sliding it off the front of the chair. “Did those beans make you gassy?” As if in reply, Diana rolled onto her hip and lifted before releasing a rumbling guff that sounded like a dump-truck with a faulty muffler. She squeaked, mortified, her cheeks reddening. The prissy warrior princess was unused to passing gas in front of others, and the lack of control over her body was an entirely new sensation, equally frustrating and humiliating. That her perfect body, flawless and stunning, the pinnacle of the human form, equal parts beautiful and powerful, literally a gift from the gods. To have it betray her like this, to be trapped inside a body that was so weak and unresponsive she couldn’t even control her own farts was worse than a defeat... it was a nightmare. Wolfe scooped her up by her arms, lifting her with ease and pulling her in close. Diana had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist, cuddling in close as he slipped a hand under her plushly padded bottom. Carrying her into the next room, he settled onto the couch on the far side. Reclining against him, her head cradled against his chest, she gazed up at him, eyes dark and suspicious. Her guts were still almost painfully bloated, and she couldn’t stop herself from cutting another loud, stinky ripper in the seat of her diapers. Blushing, Diana let out an embarrassed little sob, but Wolfe bent down and kissed her tenderly on the back of the neck. “Never mind, sweetie,” he said. “I’ve got just the thing to take your mind off it.” Before she could react, he reached down with his index finger and touched her nipple through the front of her onesie. The contact sent an almost electric shock through her body and Diana convulsed, emitting a choked groan of sudden pleasure. “Do you like that, babykins?” He said, tracing slow circles around her nipple. His skin was unnaturally hot; she could feel the warmth through the material of her outfit, the slow, tickling motion filling her with an overpowering, tingling sexual energy in her loins. Instantly, her pussy was sopping wet in her diaper, her bottom wiggling unconsciously on the couch. Groaning in ecstasy, she felt his hand slide down to her belly, his palm resting on her stomach. She felt the strange heat, more powerful than before, emanating from his whole hand and penetrating her body. Instantly, her bowels roared to life, even as the pleasure continued to boil in her loins, and Diana let out a shocked, guttural sound, a major gas explosion in her diaper signaling a bowel movement building inside her in tandem with her passion. “Or maybe you prefer this,” he said softly, sliding his hand down her front, until it rested on her diapered crotch. The heat permeated her onesie and her diaper, instantly doubling the pleasure she felt-- and with it, the ever building, gassy pressure in her guts. She gave a cry of horrified pleasure when she realized what was in store for her. With her eyes drifting in and out of focus, she fixed him with a gaze and managed to sob: “What are you?!” He looked down at her and smiled benevolently. “Yes... I suppose I do owe you an explanation, don’t I sweetheart?” Check out Patreon for more ABDL stories and art!
  7. Oops... forgot to post this one! Enjoy, and if you like my writing, please consider checking me out on Patreon-- I post exclusive stories and art projects every month! “I’m a grown woman! I deserve respect!” Vanessa spat, stomping her foot and feeling her dirty diaper squish against her buttocks even further, the poopy stench wafting up her nose and making her feel silly for even trying to assert her adulthood. Ms. Prowse sneered, highly amused. “You don’t much look like an adult to me,” The hard faced woman said, crinkling her nose distastefully. She easily maintained her grip in spite of Vanessa’s struggles, and it was no trouble at all to reach out and casually swat her bottom again, the mess in the seat of her pampers squishing nosily against her backside once more. “AHHH! STOP THAT!” Vanessa demanded wiggling in place to avoid another solid swat to her poopy pants, powerless to do anything but squeal when Ms. Prowse landed the spank anyway. “Come along!” she snapped, dragging Vanessa along behind her. “We’ve got to get you out of that diaper-- young lady, you STINK!” Vanessa growled angrily, but allowed herself to be dragged to the bathroom. She was desperate enough to get out of her poop packed pamper to simply go along with the woman at this point. She did have a point... even with an entire night to get used to it, the stench of her mess still made her upturned nose crinkle distastefully. She was still in a state of shock about having made such a major mess-- the finicky, spoiled, perpetually dieting Vanessa was usually unable to produce more than a few pellets on her morning visits to the restroom. Standing in the tub, she tried to hide how grateful she was when Ms. Prowse tore the tapes off the diaper and gently pealed it off her rump, discarding it into a nearby diaper pail and leaving Vanessa standing there, naked, her cute, round butt totally caked with thick, brown poopy, clinging to each buttock and smushed up inside her crack uncomfortably. “Stick that fat tushy out,” Ms. Prowse said, suppressing a grin as she turned the water on and adjusted the heat. Vanessa huffed indignantly... but she didn’t hesitate to comply, bending at the knees and sticking out her poopy rump behind her, resting her hands on her thighs for balance. Ms. Prowse could no longer hide her smile as she spitefully directed the jet of water over Vanessa’s quivering ass. The girl grimaced, the water almost burning hot against her plump, pale skin, but she uttered not one word of complaint, sighing gratefully when she felt the awful, sticky mess rinsed away from her flesh. She waggled her hiney gently, ensuring she got all the poopy off her. Ms. Prowse, meanwhile, took great satisfaction in aiming the powerful, hot jet methodically across each cheek, then spitefully aiming it at the dark crinkle of her anus between them. She’d hoped to be able to soap herself, but Ms. Prowse insisted, and Vanessa found herself blushing and wincing, standing still as Ms. Prowse lathered up a wash rag and went to town, quickly soaping her body before rigorously scrubbing her ass, until each cheek was shiny and pink, and the cleft between them practically tingled with freshness. Ms. Prowse turned off the shower. Vanessa grumbled, but stood still and allowed the woman to dry her off with a big, fluffy bath towel. “Come on, move it little girl!” Ms. Prowse growled, leading her along with a solid swat to her naked, jiggling rear end. “OW! Bitch...” Vanessa grumbled under her breath, allowing herself to be led into the bedroom. She expected to be dressed, but instead, Ms. Prowse shoved her roughly down onto the bed, leaving Vanessa to glare up at her. “Hey! What the--” But she found her protests cut off with a large pacifier shoved into her mouth. “Roll over on your tummy... let’s go, brat!” she demanded, motivating Vanessa to cooperate with a solid swat to her bare butt. The beautiful blonde complied, rolling onto her tummy and leaving her bare tushy exposed and vulnerable. She grumbled and tried to get comfortable, paying no attention to her tormentor... at least, until she felt her buttocks unceremoniously parted. “Hey! What’re you-- WHOA!” she cried when she found her anus being smeared with cool, gooey gel. “Stop that right-- YIKES!” She cried, turning just in time to see Ms. Prowse smile as she stuck her finger where the sun didn’t shine, getting Veronica’s hole nice and greasy. “Just what do you think you’re up to?!” Vanessa demanded, her eyes going wide when the woman pulled a thick glass thermometer and a jar of Vaseline from her apron. “Better think warm thoughts, deary,” the nurse said, eyes gleaming, “Because this is mighty cold!” “Now see here, Ms. Prowse,” Vanessa thundered pompously in spite of her pacifier, “I refuse to let you treat me like a child! I-- OOOOOOO!” The gorgeous, naked babe emitted a high pitched squeal as the nurse pushed the thermometer home, popping it past the tight, pink ring of her anus and sliding it’s cool, slick glass into place with little resistance. Vanessa turned, bottom lip quivering, faint at the sight of the thick glass tube protruding from between the round, pink hillocks of her smooth, bare buttocks. Visit me on Patreon for more great stories!
  8. Here we go-- Don't forget to let me know what you think down in the comment section! Reaching under the table, Wolfe produced a bundle of cloth. “Back to Gamma mode, darling,” he said, and with a brief shudder, Wonder Woman found herself able to sit-up under her own power once again. Her strength was still greatly diminished (to about the level of a three year old, Diana estimated), her head still fuzzy, her movements still clumsy... but it was better than alpha mode, she thought with a shiver... for a woman like Diana, that level of powerlessness was almost unbearable. So she stood by and sucked her pacifier, as docile as a real toddler, and allowed him to dress her in the colourful onsie. She let him to band her hair up into pig-tails, blushing when she caught sight of her onsie in the nearby mirror and realized it was an infantile version of her famous red, blue, and gold costume. Her cheeks flared crimson as Wolfe bent down to snap up her crotch, and she studied the garment. She had to admit, the attention to detail was impressive-- The colours were an almost exact match to her actual costume, and the way they’d been arranged was impressive-- it very nearly looked like the real thing... except, of course, the huge, bulky diaper bulging obviously beneath the costume and poking out from under the leg bands. A yellow bonnet was tied beneath her chin-- a mocking replacement, she realized, for her famous golden tiara. In combination, the clothes created an effect that was as bizarre as it was humiliating, creating an adult baby version of her traditional costume... anyone who looked would recognize her-- and then start laughing, she thought miserably, staring at her bulbous diaper butt in the mirror, it’s crinkling louder than Darkseid’s evil laughter in her ears. “Come along,” he said, taking her by the hand. Diana reluctantly allowed herself to be led into the adjacent room, toddling behind as quickly as her extra-thick diaper would allow. She spotted a high chair in the center of the room and sighed. She briefly considered resisting, but almost as though he could read her mind, Wolfe turned to her and gave her a serious look. “Now darling,” he said sweetly, making her bristle, “just in case you’re thinking about acting up, I want to show you something.” Taking a small remote from his jacket, he pressed a button and activated a bank of monitors on the far wall. Diana turned and was greeted with scenes of pretty young women going about their day, apparently unaware they were being recorded. “These are some of the brightest, most promising young women in the world,” Wolfe said. “Emma there,” he gestured to a cute brunette with short hair on a screen in the top row, “is one of the best up and coming violinists in Europe, while Sakura there,” he said, indicating a beautiful young Japanese woman in a lab coat, “is at the top of her class at the University of Tokyo. These feeds are monitored off site by a staff that is also watching us right now. If you hesitate to follow my orders, resist me, or try to fight back, they are under orders to start regressing these women back to the crib-- thus negating their bright futures. You wouldn’t want that on your conscience, would you?” Glaring into his eyes from behind her pacifier, she nodded grimly before allowing herself to be placed into the high chair and strapped in. Squirming on her thickly padded bottom, diaper crinkling loudly the whole time, she tried to find a comfortable position. After sliding the tray into place, Wolfe bound her hands and feet to the chair with thick leather straps, immobilizing her. The door on the far side of the room opened, and another attractive nurse entered, pushing a cart laden with covered plates. The aroma of food filled the room, and the superheroine found her mouth watering... it felt like a lifetime had passed since breakfast. Taking one of the plates from the cart, Wolfe set it on the tray in front of her. As the nurse rolled her cart out of the room, Wonder Woman stared at her distorted reflection in the shiny silver dome of the plate cover, both looking forward to-- and dreading-- finding out what her meal was going to be. Wolfe popped the pacifier out of her mouth, the thick rubber nipple all slick with drool, and placed it over to the side of the tray. “I hope you’re hungry,” he said, gripping the cover and pausing dramatically before pulling it off. Diana was greeted with the sight of a huge bowl heaped high with a big, steaming serving of baked beans. It was a sight that filled her with conflicting emotions-- Diana loved the taste of beans, but the ‘after effects’ were frequently quiet embarrassing. She was right to be concerned-- these beans were specially bread and genetically enhance to be extra fibrous and stimulating for the bowels... Wolfe intended to market it as a healthy alternative to regular baby food, amused by the idea of a world full of uncontrollably farting Adult Baby women. Wolfe spooned up the first load with relish, and Diana opened her mouth obediently and accepted it, dutifully chewing and swallowing before opening up for another spoonful. The meal was delicious, the flavour rich and just a little bit spicy, just the way she liked it. But the large size of the serving was a little concerning, the large bowl heaped so high with beans it was almost overflowing... surely he didn’t intend for her to eat the whole thing... did he? Slowly but with determination, he fed her the beans one spoonful at a time, her lips and chin getting increasingly speared with reddish-brown sauce. Diana’s belly was comfortably full, a pleasant warmth radiating from within her, and she actually began to feel a bit sleepy. But the onslaught of beans was relentless, and Diana was forced to push all minor discomforts out of her mind, determined to keep up with him... she couldn’t let him regress any of those women because of her! Wonder Woman chewed and swallowed, her stomach growing tight and distended, her guts beginning to gurgle inside her ominously. Finally, she had to pause, her mouth full of half chewed beans, and emit a shockingly loud belch. Wolfe cocked an eyebrow and smiled sardonically. “Well, excuse you, princess,” he laughed, waiting for her to swallow before he spooned in another load of beans. Groaning in response, she chewed and swallowed and opened again obediently, grimacing, the noisy gurgling in her belly accompanied by a swelling pressure that was rapidly becoming uncomfortable. Diana’s head was filled with ridiculous images of her beautiful body swelling up like a beach ball. She chewed, swallowed, and opened her mouth for more in an almost mechanical rhythm, her belly grumbling and gurgling inside her. Feeling the pressure building up in her colon, Diana tried tightening her anus to stave off embarrassment, only to find, like something out of a nightmare, that she now lacked the strength to effectively control her rear end. With a startled cry, Wonder Woman uncontrollably ripped a bubbly, machine-gun blast of a fart, barely muffled by her thick diapers. Her cheeks reddening, the princess avoided his gaze, her humiliation building... not to mention the horror she felt-- when she woke up in the morning, she was one of the most powerful mortals in the world-- now, her body lacked the strength to even control her own farts! Wolfe chuckled, making her blush deepen. “My my! I have to say-- I expected a princess to have better manners than that!” Diana could only blush and squirm in response, her guts already gurgling ominously as he shovelled another heaping helping of beans into her mouth, quickly spooning up another helping while she dutifully chewed and swallowed. A sharp cramp in her side preceded another loud, long guff, making Diana sob in embarrassment. Her gassy discomfort was only getting worse, and she desperately wanted to stop eating-- but the knowledge that the slightest hesitation could result in a future world leader or brilliant scientist being regressed into a second infancy spurred her forward, and she took another spoonful of fart-fuel into her mouth, chewing as swallowing, her bottom lip quivering when she softly passed gas, blanketing the area in her stink.
  9. Sorry it took so long to get this to you, everyone. To make up for it, I'll be posting the next issue next week. Here's hoping everyone's doing well and staying safe. As she stood nearby, watching the formerly proud Amazonian warrior princess, Wonder Woman, being stripped of her dignity and her adulthood, Angela Chen was practically salivating. It bothered her to no end that a highly eligible bachelorette such as herself was always playing second fiddle to impossibly gorgeous super bimbos, and the annoyingly perfect Wonder Woman was the chief offender. How was an ordinary girl, even one who went to the lengths to look as good as she did, supposed to compete with living perfection... literally the ultimate woman? Every time she visited a college boyfriend’s dorm room and saw the bitch looking down at her smugly from posters and magazine cuttings on the walls, the flames of Angela’s jealousy were fanned a little higher. Looking down on her now, she hardly seemed to be the same person. The beautiful, confident warrior was gone, replaced by a fussy, squirming adult baby... and the diaper Wolfe had tugged up between her legs and sealed around her waist was the icing on the cake, and Angela couldn’t stifle a laugh when she noticed the heroine's trademark gold ‘W’ symbol on the front of the crinkly plastic. The diaper was utterly infantile, looking like something you’d actually see on a child too young for potty training, increased in size for an adult. To see the proud princess warrior reduced in stature to a pampered Adult Baby, sucking her thumb after a diaper change, powerless to do anything but squirm helplessly on her back, it was all Angela could do to maintain her professional composure for the audience at home. “And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen,” she said to the camera, gesturing at the blushing, hapless superheroine. “A Wonder Woman no more! For years, this preening, narcissistic showboat has presented herself as a heroine and a champion, despite the skepticism of some in the media,” she said, unable to resist injecting a little smugness and self-promotion into the proceedings. “But ladies and gentlemen, I ask you: is this what a heroine looks like? Does a champion allow herself to be humiliated this way? This reporter says that Mr. Wolfe’s nursery is exactly where this little bimbo belongs.” Wolfe watched Angela’s little presentation with a pleased smile. “I couldn’t agree more, Ms. Chen. I believe we’ve revealed Wonder Woman’s true nature-- the true nature of all of these so-called ‘super’ heroines and villainesses.” Angela pounced on the opportunity to ingratiate herself to her new boss. “You’re so right, sir,” she said into her microphone. “Immature little brats who cause more problems than they solve. It’s high time someone put them in their place.” “I knew I was talking to the right girl,” he said with a smile. “Angela, I’m looking for someone to cover my little experiment in detail-- to sort of embed themselves with my little menagerie and document their day to day lives in detail... do you think you’re up to it?” A warm rush of pride bubbled up in the ambitious and beautiful reporter. Finally, after slaving away in the trenches for years, a glorified gossip reporter filing stories on spoiled rotten super sluts, she finally had an opportunity to cover something significant-- something that would change the world forever! Not to mention the opportunity to work closely with the rich and handsome Mr. Wolfe... She might actually have a shot with him when most of her competition were a bunch of over-grown, pamper packing adult toddlers. “Oh, yes sir!” she gushed happily into her microphone. “Thank you so much, sir! This is exactly the opportunity I’ve been waiting for!” Turning to her camera, she struggled to suppress her elation and put on a professional facade. “You heard it here first, folks! Yours truly is getting a promotion!” “Oh, I guess that’s one way of putting it,” Wolfe said ominously, lifting his hand into the air and snapping his fingers loudly. Angela looked at him, at first confused... but all too quickly, it became apparent what was happening. Almost immediately, she felt a strange crawling sensation spreading across her skin. She looked down at herself, immediately becoming aware of her clothing shifting, wriggling, brushing against her as they moved, seemingly of their own volition, re-configuring themselves into strange new designs. “Oh my God!” She cried, watching, horrified, as her clothing began changing shape and colour, “Mr. Wolfe, what’s happening?!” “Nanites, Ms. Chen,” he said simply, “Remember? With these tiny miracle machines, I can easily change your outfit on a molecular level into something more appropriate for your new assignment.” Angela looked down at herself and watched, horrified, as her smart, professional business attire underwent a radical change. Her red jacket and black top merged, seeming to melt together, slowly but surely tinting itself into a distinctive bubblegum pink colour. Between her thighs, she could feel material piling up, twisting and bunching together, growing thicker, pushing her legs apart... almost like a... “OH GOD NO!” she screamed, unthinkingly hiking up her skirt to reveal to herself (and the viewers at home) that her panties were rapidly inflating into a bulky adult pamper. Seeing her cameraman zooming in on her crotch, she emitted a shriek and tugged the skirt down again, in a vain effort to conceal her expanding panties. “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!” “I told you: I need someone to document my little experiment from the ground up-- someone who can really describe to the audience what our ex-heroines are feeling first hand... what better way to tell people about it than going through it with them?” “THIS ISN’T WHAT I HAD IN MIND!” Angela cried, horrified as her skirt seemed to merge with her panties, taking on a crinkly plastic sheen. “THIS ISN’T FUNNY!” She said, giving a strangled cry, watching fearfully as her conservative top and jacket began to take a new shape. “Hmmm... really depends on where you’re standing,” he said with a grin, watching Angela squirm and shimmy and stamp her feet in place (her stylish black heels transforming to soft satin booties before his eyes.) Below her waist, the pamper took form, it’s huge plastic bulk swelling outwards dramatically behind her, a series of colourful cartoon characters blossoming across the front. On the changing table, the helpless heroine, diapered and half naked, couldn’t help but smile behind her pacifier. This ratings-hungry little bitch had certainly enjoyed Wonder Woman’s own humiliation, and in fact had done everything in her power to exacerbate it... now the shoe was on the other foot, and for a brief moment, Diana allowed herself to feel a little enjoyment in her rival’s growing embarrassment. “THIS IS NOT WHAT WE DISCUSSED!” Angela bellowed furiously, watching her diaper become fully formed just moments before the rest of her outfit completed it’s transformation into a onsie, which slithered between her legs and fastened itself shut over her bulging crotch. “Well, don’t you look cute!” Wolfe said with a laugh, admiring the hard-bitten reporter’s new look. Her hair had banded itself up into pigtails, and her onsie had taken on a pink and white colour scheme, with a cute, yellow chick on the front. Though covered up by the onsie, the diaper still bulged obviously, the puffy plastic visible at the crotch, crinkling with every move she made. His laughter made her face redden, and she shot him an angry scowl. “THIS ISN’T PART OF MY CONTRACT!” she bellowed angrily, her embarrassment fuelling her rage. “YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH! I’LL SUE YOU! I’LL SUE YOUR WHOLE CRUMMY-- MMMUMPH!” Wolfe suddenly silenced her by pushing a pacifier into her mouth, leaving her to scowl at him furiously... and futilely. With that final touch, the self-important girl reporter had been effectively transformed, the professional, ambitious career woman replaced with a blushing, whimpering, diaper-clad, over-sized baby girl, powerless to do anything but glower unhappily at him. Reaching out to touch a panel on the wall, Wolfe summoned a pair of sexy blonde nurses who were busty, tall, and totally identical in every way (in actuality, a pair of highly sophisticated androids.) In front of her, one of them pushed one of Wolfe’s adult sized strollers. “Yes sir?” They asked in unison, already glancing Angela over curiously. “I’ve got a new subject for you, girls-- put her down with the others and help her get settled in,” he instructed briskly. Angela fought and kicked, but was easily subdued by the powerful nurses. After all, they had been designed with super-human charges in mind, so it was easy for them to get the reporter into the stroller and strap her down. Before she knew it, Angela was wheeled out the door and was on her way to the nursery, her cameraman trailing behind her, trying to get a good angle on her blushing, tearful face. With the nosy journalist on her way to her new assignment, Wolfe returned his attention to the helpless Wonder Woman, who quivered and squirmed uselessly on her back. “Don’t worry, honey... I haven’t forgotten about you.”
  10. Members of the Audience Participation Tier on Patreon can click here to take the poll. I'm sorry again I haven't been around on here much of late, but unfortunatly, it just can't be avoided. As always, I hope you and your loved ones are keeping safe and healthy. Stay strong, everyone, and hopefully we'll round the corner on all this soon. “Vanessa?” The voice was distant, muffled, shaking her from her slumber. For a long moment, her mind was blank, with no memory of who or where she was. Little snippets of the previous evening began appearing in her brain-- she remembered cheating at cards and getting caught... the indignity of the spanking she’d received, and how it paled in comparison to the diapers she’d then been forced into. Then the night in the crib and... Her eyes snapped open when she remembered her ‘little accident’ the night before... but that had just been a dream-- right? Had she... could she...? She couldn’t possibly have... A foul, earthy odour tickled her nose-- distant, muffled, but definitely there. Throwing the blanket off doubled the stench, seemingly confirming her worst fears, but she still found herself compelled to reach back with both hands, groping her thickly pampered rump. Her stomach rolled and her chest went cold when she felt the now lukewarm mush inside squished audibly against her butt-cheeks. “GGGGGAAAHHH!” she cried, unthinkingly rolling over and sitting up, instantly regretting it when she felt the smelly mud smush against her butt, spurting up into her crack and filling it to the top with sticky brown poop. Instantly, the cloud of stench around her grew more potent, filling her nose with the smell of her own mess. “AAAAHHH!” howling like a scalded cat, she quickly threw herself over on her stomach with her messy butt stuck up in the air behind her. With her cute, upturned nose twitching disdainfully, she glanced back over her shoulder cautiously. Her stomach turned over inside her when she saw the dark brown stain through the thick plastic of the seat of her diaper, sending a shiver of nausea through her body, and she was forced to hide her face in the pillow again, trying to escape from the unfairness of it all. How could this be happening to her? The voice returned, interrupting her misery: “Did you have a nice sleep?” The feminine voice interrupted her self-pity, and she turned her head to see a tough, matronly looking middle-aged woman standing next to the crib, her nurses uniform crisp and white in the morning sunlight. Her face was hard and it was obvious that she wasn’t here to take any sass. Seeing her nose twitch and crinkle distastefully, Vanessa pressed her face into the pillow once again, punching the mattress and biting back tears of humiliation... it just wasn’t fair! “P-U! I can see someone’s in desperate need of a bath!” the woman said with maximum condescension, sliding the side of the crib down. “Young woman, you S-T-I-N-K!” In the crib, Vanessa shot her an angry look. She was stewing away in her own stench, and she definitely didn’t have time for this old biddy and her attitude! Just who the hell did this bitch think she was, anyway?! “Come along, dear,” the woman said, her voice as comforting as a wire brush on soft pink flesh. “Let’s get going-- you’ve got a big day ahead of you!” She reached into the crib, grabbing Vanessa by the wrist with her steely fingers. “HEY!” The beautiful blond cried, struggling to free herself. But she wasn’t strong enough to resist, and as she was dragged from the crib, she was forced to shift onto her backside, squishing the poopy load beneath her buns once again. “EEEEWWW!” she squealed, near tears at being to forced to sit in her awful, smelly mess again. “YOU BITCH!” “Now let’s get this straight right away, little girl!” the woman growled, yanking Vanessa out of the crib and holding her in place with her powerful hand. “My name is Ms. Prowse,” she said, emphasizing herself with a solid swat to the seat of Vanessa’s dirty diapers, the mess inside squishing against her ass, “and you will address me as such! Understand?” she asked, punctuating her statement with another firm spank to her plushly padded rear end. “YEEEOOOWWW! Knock it off!” Vanessa squealed, wiggling her butt in place to avoid another blow to her mushy backside. “I’m the one giving the orders around here missy,” Ms. Prowse said firmly, turning Vanessa to look her in the eye. “You’d better watch yourself and don’t give me any lip... I know how to handle little brats like you. Believe me, I’ve dealt with plenty of silly little bimbo’s like yourself-- you all think you can coast through life without ever dealing with the consequences of your actions, but you’d do well to get this through your empty little head: I am not your mommy, and I will not hesitate to punish you accordingly if you get out of line, missy!” Vanessa shot the old crone a dirty look, teeth bared, furious. Her diaper was itchy and uncomfortable, the smelly mess clinging to her rear end like rapidly cooling clay. She was desperate to get out of the diaper and get cleaned up, yet the way that this woman was speaking to her was infuriating. She wasn’t a baby, damnit, no matter how dirty her diaper was, and this woman had no business treating her this way! “It’s your choice, sweetie... what’s it gong to be? Are you going to be a good girl for nursey... or an I going to have to get tough with you?” Vanessa fumed, but she restrained herself-- was she really going to let this old sow treat her like this? Wasn’t she entitled to a little respect? Just because she was dressed like a giant two year old, did she deserve to be treated like one? She chewed her lip, mulling her decision over in her head... Should Vanessa just go along with Ms. Prowse for the moment or stand up and demand the respect she deserves? 1. Just go along and avoid any trouble. 2. She’s a grown woman and deserves respect, gosh darn it! Click here to take the poll
  11. AB Dreams Hope everyone had an enjoyable holiday in spite of the current situation, and I hope everyone is safe and sound. Stay safe-- I have the feeling we're about to turn the corner on all this. Believe it or not, I actually got a couple of DMs from some brave souls who claim to have rolled the dice and accepted a challenge from my last post. IDK if these folks are pulling our leg or not, but it was nice to have a little interaction, regardless. Some people asked about more challenges in the future... as fun as this was, I had trouble even coming up with these six, but if you guys have any other suggestions (something relatively simple they can do at home, nothing that might get anyone hurt) I'd love to hear them. If I get enough good ones, I might put together another one of these, so let me know! Thanks again to the courageous girls who sent in these messages: 1. Challenge: rosy red cheeks Spanking administered by: Daddy Number of swats: 30 Implement used: wooden spoon After the spanking, I had to stand in the corner with my diaper at half mast so Daddy could see me. It was really embarrassing. At least I had floppy bunny to keep me company. 2. I am just about to take my tempy for the second time today! I will be sure to record the results in my diary tonight! Thank you for a fun challenge! 3. I rolled a one. I thought it was kind of a silly challenge... until I actually tried it, that is! Sitting there in nothing but my nappy, a bonnet and bib, I called up a boy that I like from one of my classes. I felt like a proper fool sitting there with a blush on my face, stammering and trying to act like a big girl while dressed like a complete baby! I know it sounds silly, but I was so worried he was going to find out... I’m sure I babbled the whole time! So embarrassing... I can’t wait to roll the dice again 4. I am in the middle of the musical fruit challenge right now... I sure do stink!
  12. AdultBaby.XXX Note: This post is for entertainment purposes only! The management accepts no responsibility for any negative consequences if you try any of this at home or anywhere else! Calling all Diapergirls, Pampered Princess’, and Adult Baby Queens: are you board during quarantine? Looking for a little kinky fun to pass the time? Look no further... we’ve got you covered! All you need is an ordinary six sided dice (or a random number generator set between 1 and 6). Give it a roll, look up the corresponding number below and get started with your challenge! These games can be played alone or with the help of mommy or daddy, so don’t hesitate-- start your challenge now! 1. Adult Baby Calling: Get yourself all dolled up in your most gloriously babyish outfit. Double diaper yourself nice and thick so your bottom crinkles loudly and you’re forced to waddle a bit. Put on a bonnet or band your hair up in pig tails or a similarly infantile hair-do. Do whatever it takes to make you look and feel as babyish as possible, and then take a moment to look at yourself in the mirror and appreciate how gloriously silly and infantile you look. Now pick up the phone and call your crush* for a nice little chat, all the while thinking about what they would say if they could see you now! Feel your heart hammer in your chest as you try and keep your squirming to a minimum... after all, what would they say if they heard your diapers rustling? It’s silly to be nervous... there’s no way they could possibly discover your secret-- right? * If this isn’t possible, call your best friend, a sibling, a co-worker... anyone you’re close to as long as they don’t know your secret! 2. Rosy Red Cheeks: Just because you’re social distancing doesn’t mean you get a free pass on all your naughty behaviour, young lady! First, I want you to find yourself a nice, firm hairbrush, a wooden spoon, paddle, or any other solid spanking implement of your choice. Take out your dice and give it another roll-- multiply that number by 10 to get the number of swats; now pull down your diaper, stick your bare little butt in the air, and spank away! Make sure to count out loud so you don’t loose your place, and try to think about all the naughty things you’ve done in the last week. When you’re finished, stand with your nose in the corner and your roasted rump on display for 15 minutes. Rubbing is not allowed... however you may take one of your stuffed animals to keep you company. 3. Temperature Time: In these uncertain times, it’s more important than ever to make sure that baby is healthy. It’s only because I care about you that I want you to take your temperature twice a day for the next ten days... and of course, we all know that the best, most accurate way to take baby’s temperature is rectally! That’s right-- for the next ten days, every morning and evening, you’re going to pull down your diaper, spread yourself out someplace nice and comfy, grease up your little butthole, then slowly push that cold, slippery thermometer right up your quivering bum bum! After five minutes, you may (very slowly) remove the thermometer, then record the results to make sure your temperature is regular! 4. Enema Blowout Challenge: Think of this as an opportunity to do a little spring cleaning. Start by cleaning yourself out with a nice, hot, soapy enema! Once you’ve filled your cute little butt, tape yourself into a pair of your favourite diapers. Next, get yourself a nice pillow, get into position, and start humping! The race is on now to make yourself cum before your release that enema. If you can make yourself orgasm before you mess your pants, you’re free to release and change your diaper at your leisure... but if you make a poopy before you make yourself cum, you must sit in your messy diaper, finish masturbating, and wait a full hour before changing. 5. Musical Fruit: Get ready-- there’s gonna be a fart fiesta, and your butt’s providing the music! Treat yourself to a nice, healthy lunch-- the biggest bowl of beans you can possibly rustle up, with a large dose of ex-lax chocolate for dessert*! Eat as much as you possibly can, then sit back and wait for the fireworks to begin-- a nice case of explosive diarrhea is just what a girl like you needs to keep herself occupied for a day or so! Make sure you really push out those farts loud and proud, and keep doing it until you mess yourself! Be sure to have plenty of pampers on hand and change yourself often to prevent diaper rash-- but don’t forget to have a nice sit ‘n’ squish in your stinky, poopy pampers before you do! *You can substitute for a gassy food or laxative of your own choosing if need be. 6. 24/7 Adult Baby Challenge: For hardcore diaper fanatics only! How long can you live like a baby? For this challenge, you will have to live as much like an infant as you possibly can for as long as you can tolerate it. If you have to leave the house to shop etc. you may wear your grown up clothes with a diaper underneath, but at home, it’s all AB all the time. No grown up shows, movies, books, or games, all meals must be eaten with your fingers (or spoon fed by Mommy or Daddy), you must crawl as much as possible, wear only your most babyish and embarrassing outfits-- whatever it takes to make you feel as infantile as possible! Suck your soother, play with your toys, and pee and poop your diaper whenever the urge strikes you. Who knows-- by the time you’re finished this challenge, you might just forget how to be a big girl completely! Let us know in the comments what number you rolled and tell us whether or not you’re planning on going through with it... and if you do, let us know how it went!
  13. I hope you're all doing well and keeping safe in this difficult time. If still you're enjoying the story, I hope you'll take the time to leave a like and a comment below. “In Alpha Mode,” Wolfe explained to Angela Chen and her camera man, “poor little Wonder Woman is literally rendered as helpless as a newborn babe.” On the table, Diana felt her thighs go as wide apart as they could, one hand laying uselessly at the side of her head, so weakened she felt like she could barely make a fist. The other hand found it’s way up to her face, and before she’d realized it, Wonder Woman had popped a thumb into her mouth and was sucking on it wetly, unable to force herself to spit it out. She had to listen intently and with growing alarm as Wolfe explained exactly how helpless he had made her: “Unable to walk or crawl, she is, in fact, at this point so weak she likely couldn’t even lift her head under her own strength... So powerless she can barely even squirm,” he said, emphasizing his point by raking his fingers ticklishly across her rib cage. Behind her thumb, Diana gave a helpless squeal, her brain ordering her body to leap up off the table with all her usual athletic grace to escape the maddening tickling. She was horrified to discover her limbs simply weren’t obeying her commands, her frantic attempts at movement resulting in nothing more than a pathetic squirming on the table, accomplishing little more than making her luscious bare tits jiggle alluringly. She found that she was unable to even stop sucking her thumb, and was forced to lay by, feeble and fuming, as he teasingly scratched the taunt flesh of her belly and the sensitive underside of her breasts. Diana screamed with laughter, even as she filled with anger and humiliation... here she was, the most powerful woman on earth, laid as bare as the day she was born, helpless, even for all her fury, to stop a mere mortal man from tickling her like an infant. Beside her, the duplicitous Angela was laughing almost as hard as the hapless, ticklish Amazon. To see the powerful, boastful Wonder Woman spanked and forced to make a humiliating spectacle of herself outside had been one of the high points of her career, but this was even better. The stuck-up warrior princess thought herself so superior to mere mortals-- to see her humbled this way was more than satisfying for an ordinary woman who’d felt like she’d had to compete against her perfection for far too long. “Mr. Wolfe,” She said into her microphone in her most supercilious reporter voice, “what comes next in the bitc-- I mean, Wonder Woman’s return to the nursery?” “Well,” he said, reaching out to stroke Diana’s thick, lustrous thatch of pubic hair, “I think we can all agree that this certainly isn’t very infantile, is it?” Diana raised her head as best she could to look at him pleadingly. She was rather proud of her bush, keeping it neatly trimmed and groomed, but still prominent, enjoying the way it loudly announced her womanhood to those she chose to share it with. To have him even touch it without her permission, let alone even talk of trimming it, was an assault against the things that defined her as an adult... and a calculated one at that. But she was helpless, her limbs as weak as a newborn’s. All Diana could do was watch with increasing nervousness as he removed a small, black leather kit, opening it, and took out a set of grooming instruments. “This is the Wolfe Industries Adult Baby Grooming Kit,” he explained to the camera in his best salesman voice, “on sale soon at most finer outlets. First,” he said, taking out a set of shiny silver scissors, “let’s clean it up just a bit.” Angela signalled to her cameraman to get in nice and close as Wolfe took a bunch of Wonder Woman’s pubes between his fingers and snipped it with the scissors. Quickly, he had Diana’s bush trimmed down short, while the amazon princess could do little more than suck her thumb and watch nervously. “Next,” Wolfe said with a proud grin, producing a sleek, black electric clipper, “we trim it nice and close.” The clippers activated with a loud, aggressive hum, drawing Diana’s attention. Slurping on her thumb aggressively, she watched him bring the black shaver down to her privates nervously, it’s noisy buzz louder than thunder in her ears. She felt it’s shiny metal press against her skin, squeezing her eyes shut and letting out a helpless gurgle when she felt him dragging it slowly across her mound, clipping what was left of the lustrous black thatch down to the skin and leaving behind nothing but stubble. Diana watched the process, horrified but helpless, and therefore oddly detached. In her weakened state, she felt almost as though the humiliations, the transgressions against adult womanhood she was witnessing were happening to someone else. It was only with maximum concentration that she could remember that the events she was witnessing were actually happening to her, which brought with it a nightmarish vertigo. Worse, the clippers caused vibrations in some very sensitive and private areas, and Diana let out a small suppressed groan when she felt her pussy growing moist... she hoped nobody would notice. “And now,” Wolfe said, filling his palm with sweet smelling shaving cream from a little pink can, “let’s get rid of that nasty stubble.” He spread the cool foam into the softness of her privates, grinning when she futilely squirmed and moaned in response, gurgling and eyeing him helplessly from behind the thumb she was still sucking on unconsciously. But her protests fell on deaf ears-- within moments, Wolfe had taken a handsome silver razor from within the case. Tentatively, but confidently, he reached down, pressing the razor to her skin (smiling when she unconsciously tightened her muscles nervously as she felt the cold steel against her.) Forcing herself to lay still, the hapless, sexy amazon emitted a high-pitch squeal when she felt him draw the blade across her mound, leaving bare, shiny skin in it’s wake. With just a few quick movements, Wolfe had her shaved as smooth and bare as a little girl, leaving her with a shiny bald pussy gleaming in the harsh light above. Bottom lip quivering disbelievingly, Wonder Woman gazed down at her smooth privates, now as bald as a pornstar’s. She’d taken a certain pride in her thick black pubic thatch, had worn it as a badge of her maturity and femininity-- to have it so quickly stripped away like that had left her strangely emotional. “Here,” he said, producing a bottle of oil from beneath the table, “let’s keep that little pussy nice and soft.” Behind her thumb, Wonder Woman gasped as a decent amount of cool oil was squirted onto her newly bare pussy, squirming involuntarily as it spread across her skin and dripped down into her most delicate places. But nothing could prepare her for the sensation of Wolfe’s strong, confident fingers against her supple skin, working the oil into her perfectly sculpted princess parts. Diana couldn’t prevent herself from emitting a quiet sigh, briefly losing herself in the sweet pleasures of the moment. “Upsie daisy,” he said, and before she knew it, Wolfe had taken the amazonian warrior’s ankles in his hand and lifted her legs into the air, revealing her beautifully rounded bare ass in intimate detail. Diana groaned, horribly aware of how exposed she was, and she wasn’t off base... every detail of her moist pink pussy, her buttocks, still delectably red following her spanking, and her dark, crinkled anus was now exposed to everyone... and thanks to Angela’s cameraman, all the viewers at home were welcome to peruse her snatch and hindquarters in intimate detail at their leisure. Without warning, Wolfe squirted a fat line of baby-oil across both cheeks, and another right up her butt-crack, with an extra-hard squeeze when he passed over her asshole. All the princess could do was make pathetic mewing and squeaking noises, the sensation at once strange and weirdly erotic... especially once Wolfe began slowly working the slippery oil into her rump. Blushing, Wonder Woman slurped her thumb and tried to suppress the moans and sighs of pleasure. Her nemesis’ hands were so strong, so powerful when they kneaded and massaged her cheeks and tickled her vulnerable anus. Yet the way he touched her was so gentle, so sensitive, exercising the exact right amount of firmness... it was erotically intoxicating in ways that were deeply troubling to her. At last, she felt her backside lowered, and Diana emitted a pitiful whimper when she felt her tushy make contact with the crinkly thickness of a heavy disposable diaper beneath her. Groaning, she threw all of her remaining strength into mounting some sort of escape-- some kind of defence of her dignity! But all her efforts amounted to little more than a little pitiful squirming on her back and some indignant moans and mews. “Now now...no fussing, little girl,” he said, pulling the pamper up nice and tight between her legs. “You’ll feel better once I’ve got you in a clean, fresh diaper.”
  14. Audience Participation Tier Members: Click here for the Poll I'm really sorry I haven't been around much lately. Due to the recent Coronavirus outbreak, I've been forced to pick up a lot of slack at work, and I've been spending much of my free time helping family members affect by the quarantines and self isolation. I'm still on track with updates on Patreon-- but unfortunately, I'm afraid the blog will have to suffer for at least the next little while. It's the best I can do for now, I hope you understand, and I hope you're all doing well during this crisis. Stay safe, don't take any chances, and let's cross our collective fingers and hope for a swift end to all this. In the meantime, I hope I can provide you all with a little escapism in this difficult time. Sleep was an impossibility. Inside her colon, Vanessa felt the pressure building, a hot mass of both mush and gas getting larger and heavier by the second--- not to mention more difficult to control. Against her will, she started ripping moist, juicy fart that left the inside of her buttocks feeling moist and gooey. Her butthole pulsed, signalling that the end was near. Finally, she was reduced to curling up on her side, trying to reduce her cramps, both hands clenching her rump in a last-ditched attempt at keeping her pampers clean. At last, she couldn’t stand the discomfort any longer. She knew what was going to happen, and if she just lay there farting all night, it was only a matter of time before she wound up pushing too hard and loading her diaper anyway... all she was doing at this point was depriving herself of sleep. At last she took a deep breath-- if it was going to happen anyway, she was damn sure it was going to happen on her terms. Filled with righteous spite, she pushed herself up to her knees... then, thinking better of it, shifted onto the balls of her feet, involuntarily tooting when she moved herself into a squat. With her diapered butt sticking out behind her, Vanessa balled up her fists and began straining, grunting, squeezing her eyes closed and trying to block out the embarrassed cries emanating from within her own mind. She didn’t have to strain very hard-- almost immediately, she felt her asshole open, a massive gush of mushy brown poopy propelled into the seat of her diapers with a major, gassy fart. She gasped, the hot, gritty mud squishing against her well-sculpted buttocks. Instantly, Vanessa regretted her decision, and she tried to shut off the flow by tightening her anus... but it was too late to put the breaks on now. Against her will, she felt her back passage open once more, and was powerless to do anything but give an anguished cry, an uncontrollable eruption of thick, smelly poop settling into her pampers with a loud, gassy squelching. “Oh no!” she gasped breathlessly, her stomach rolling when she felt the heavy weight of the load weighing down the back of her diaper, the heat of it against her ass, and the God-awful stink that was beginning to emerge. Fully realizing her terrible mistake, Vanessa tried, frantically, to once more clamp down her anus and cut off the flow, only to realize it was far too late-- she literally could not control herself, crying out in anguish and humiliation, blasting out another round of farty diarrhea into the seat of her pampers. “Hhhhuugghh!” she groaned clutching her belly, a cramp squeezing her guts like a huge fist wringing the contents down towards her little pink asshole like a giant tube of toothpaste. Clenching her eyes shut, Vanessa tightened her rear end with all her might, desperate to avoid the final humiliation. But there was no delaying the inevitable... a final round of hot, noisy gas and wet, stinky poo-poo exploded into the already thoroughly loaded seat of her diapers. Vanessa shrieked, the force of the evacuation making her butt-cheeks jiggle even as it turned the seat from pristine white to a muddy brown. The warm, mushy mess quickly filled every inch of free space in the diaper. She gasped and moaned, the poopy mudslide continuing beyond what she thought was even possible. At last, the mess sputtered to a finish, leaving Vanessa breathing heavily, sweaty, and very stinky in the cramped darkness of her crib. Reluctantly, she glanced over her shoulder to take a peek at the seat of her diaper, a wave of shame washing over her when she saw how obscenely it bulged out behind her, a clearly visible brown stain spreading out from the center, leaving no doubt as to what had happened... all but announcing to the world that she was a big messy baby in stinky pants. A wave of humiliation induced vertigo washed over her, powerful enough to make Vanessa’s head swim. She lost her balance, teetering on the balls of her feet, and she reached out to grab the bars of her crib in an attempt at saving herself... but it was too late. With a tiny squeal, she toppled over backward, landing heavily on her bottom with an audible SPLAT! Vanessa gasped sharply, her eyes wide when she felt the hot, gooey mess squishing all over her buttocks, spurting up her crack, spreading into every nook and cranny. The stench began emerging in waves, blanketing the room. Her bottom lip began to quiver and tears sprang to her eyes... it just wasn’t fair! Throwing herself down onto her stomach, she buried her face in the pillow and sobbed melodramatic tears and pounded the mattress with her fist, vividly aware of the heavy, gritty load in her diaper pressing down on her buttocks. It was all just so unfair! She wasn’t a baby, damnit! What right did that bastard West have to treat her like this?! “I’m not a baby!” she bawled into her pillow, the stink of her load enveloping her, until she finally fell asleep. The big contest will be starting soon, and I’m definitely still open to whatever suggestions you guys have about it. In general, would you prefer: 1. Grown Women forced to behave more babyishly as they fail in various challenges. 2. Women who are already Adult Babies, competing in various babyish challenges. Click here for the poll
  15. Audience Participation Tier members can click here to vote in the poll and determine what happens next in the story! If you're still enjoying the story, I hope you'll consider leaving a comment below. Vanessa tossed and turned, hot, sweaty... and above all thirsty. Her throat was parched, her mouth as dry as the Nevada desert outside her window. In the dark, she clutched the bottle to her bosom, trying to decide weather or not she should drink it. She certainly didn’t put it past a weirdo like West to spike her drink with something... the question was: how much longer could she hold out? Finally, she could resist no longer; hot and sweaty, her thirst overpowering, Vanessa reluctantly popped the nipple into her mouth and gave an experimental suck, pleased when she was rewarded with something sweet and chocolatey. Chocolate had always been her favourite treat, so she was happy to take a mouthful from the bottle, followed by another and another. She rolled onto her back, propping her head up in a comfortable position on the pillow, and settled into a rhythm of sucking and swallowing, the thick, sweet, milky fluid trickling down her throat and filling her tummy. She only meant to drink enough to satisfy her thirst, but she enjoyed the taste so much she wound up drinking nearly all of it, leaving only a tiny bit in the bottom when she finally fell asleep. Vanessa drifted dreamlessly, drained from the stress of the day and the uncertainty of what faced her in the future. She greeted her rest eagerly, all to happy to escape from her new reality, if only for a few brief hours. It was still dark when she was awakened by a sharp cramp in her belly. “Uhhhh?” She groaned, rolling herself into a ball and rubbing her tummy. “What--?” she moaned sleepily, cut off again when her belly gave an ominous rumble. The cramps, though not exactly painful, were uncomfortable, persistent... and clearly indicated the arrival of a major bowel movement. She pressed her face into the pillow, praying that she was wrong... but a sudden build up of gas in her colon seemed to confirm her worst fears. Vanessa squeezed her tushy, blushing in the dark. Even though she was alone, she hated the idea of passing gas into a diaper-- to the prissy con-woman, farting in a diaper was getting dangerously close to messing in a diaper-- a possibility she didn’t even want to contemplate! She held it in for as long she could, tossing and turning on the mattress, groaning in bloated discomfort. Finally, she couldn’t contain herself anymore, and Vanessa was forced to loosen up her anus and emit a cute little squeaker, almost totally muffled by her diaper. But it didn’t matter-- in the darkness, the sexy blonde blushed, hoping that she’d sufficiently relieved herself to get back to sleep. But the bloating and cramps didn’t let up-- just a few minutes later, her bottom felt full once more, and she found herself straining, which was quickly rewarded with a short but noisy blast. This continued for about a quarter of an hour, the farts growing louder, longer... and harder to control. Worse, the pressure, the rolling cramps, and the fullness in her rear end was only getting worse by the minute, and she could feel a large, weighty mass building up in her colon. There was no denying it anymore... Vanessa had to take a dump, and the urge was getting stronger. Clenching her tight little butt, she tossed and turned and rubbed her belly in an attempt as soothing the raging storm that was building up inside of her at an alarming rate. Every few minutes, the cramps would surge, pushing her bowel control to the limit, often forcing out rip roaring farts that sounded like they were threatening to blow a hole in her diaper. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to force herself to sleep, but merely wound up tossing, turning, and passing gas noisily in her padded pampers. Grunting and groaning, her guts burbling inside her, she tooted and pooted in the dark. Meanwhile, she could feel a muddy mass building up behind her quivering pink anus, just begging to be released... and in fact, the farts were getting wetter, to the point where the sexy blonde began to seriously worry she was letting out more than just gas... her butt-crack was beginning to feel distinctly moist. Sweating, Vanessa cocked a leg, letting out another bubbly, tuba-blast toot. She could feel the mess waiting right behind her struggling anus, just waiting for a moment of weakness to allow it to slip through her defences and turn her pristine white diaper a sickly, stinky brown. The cramps grew, her stomach gurgling and growling. Vanessa lay awake, wide eyed, hovering on the edge of an accident, her desperation racing toward a critical point. At last, she knew she had a decision to make... Should Vanessa continue trying to hold it or should she give in and mess herself intentionally to alleviate her discomfort? Try to hold it Give in and mess herself Click here to vote now!
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