Regression Crisis (Mar. 15: Wonder Woman's Downfall Continues!)

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WHAP WHAP SMACK CRACK! Without so much as a warm up, the powerful superheroine brought the hard wooden hairbrush down on The Milk Maid’s bulbous bottom in a blistering flurry, making the sensuous villain’s rounded cheeks jiggle inside her panties. Because of her foe’s enhanced physique, there was no need for Diana to go easy on her opponent... The Milk Maid would be able to handle everything the Amazonian Princess could dish out.

None of which was of any comfort to Nicole. Her ultra dense skin and bones did little to stem the pain she was feeling, nor did her enhanced muscles help her to do anything but kick her legs helplessly in the air behind her. In fact, as the blows rained down upon her wriggling rump, The Milk Maid could do little more than howl and cry as a painful, stinging fire was ignited in her panties.

Most of the customers had fled the store during the fight... however, a few of them hadn’t been able to reach the door, so they’d sought shelter behind displays or the shelves. With the fighting mostly over, they started peeking out from their hiding spots, their attention drawn by the sounds of the spanking. The sight of the ordinarily cocky and in control Milk Maid kicking and squealing her way through a spanking had most of them suppressing giggled and guffaws, and they cheerfully settled in to watch.

“YYYEEEOOO! OWWW! STOP!” She pleaded futility, her blush deepening even further when she thought about how low she’d fallen, and in such a short amount of time. In the past couple of hours, she’d had Supergirl and Zatanna, two of the most powerful beings on the planet, suckling from her tits like a couple of obedient newborns... now here she was, upended and spanked like a naughty schoolgirl. Could it possibly get any...?

Before she could even finish the thought, Wonder Woman had tugged her panties down to her knees, exposing her rosy red cheeks to the room... and she barely even had time to squeal before the superheroine set into her again, the strokes of the hairbrush ringing out loudly.

“OWIE! NOOO!” The Milk Maid shrieked, legs kicking in the air behind her helplessly, the furious amazon princess turning her rear end a searing, angry crimson.

The spanking soon ended... but Nicole’s ordeal was just beginning. Within moments, she was on her feet, dazed, tears trickling down her cheeks, hopping gingerly from foot to foot in a vain effort to stem the pain of her searing backside. She was contemplating reaching back to rub her blazing bottom, but instead The Milk Maid found herself cringing when the angry superheroine reached out, gripped her dress in her powerful hands and literally tore it to rags in seconds, leaving Nicole wearing nothing but a set of boots and a pair of panties around her knees.

“OOOOO!” She screeched, reaching to cover both her neatly trimmed bush and her massive mammaries. All thoughts of rubbing her spanked hiney went flying out the window... especially when Diana reached out and took her by the ear like a scolding teacher.

“Ow! Hey! Leggo you bitch!” The Milk Maid whined and protested forced to stoop and follow along as Wonder Woman led her over to one of the changing table on display, the panties between her knees forcing her to waddle.

“Come along,” Wonder Woman casually commanded, ushering the naked villain along with a couple of open palmed swats to her bare, jiggling bum.

“OW! Hey! Ouch! Cut it out, you bitc-- YEOW!” Nicole squawked when Diana landed a particularly stinging swat against her wriggling bare butt. Her buns burned and glowed behind her, attracting the open, mocking laughter of the hidden audience... especially when Wonder Woman forced her up onto the table with a pair of blistering spanks to hurry her along.

“OW! You stupid slut!” Nicole barked, settling in on her back, blushing but unbowed. “You think this matters? It doesn’t make a difference what you do to me... Wolfe’s gonna have you diapered and drooling before-- mmmph!” she grunted, cut off buy the thick rubber nipple of a pacifier being pushed into her mouth.

By the time Wonder Woman had lifted The Milk Maid’s legs to present her fiery red backside for a coating of soothing cream, the small but enthusiastic crowd had left their hiding places to gather around and laugh as Diana’s powerful hands worked the cool, goopy cream into her sore red tushy. Folding her arms across her wobbling titties, Nicole could do little more than blush and scowl as she was powdered and pampered in front of the gawking rabble. Nicole blushed and fumed, but as she was sealed into the diaper, she found herself grateful to at least have her pink pussy and red ass hidden from prying eyes.

Pulled suddenly to her feet, Nicole could only stand by helplessly while Diana pulled a ridiculous pink bonnet onto her head and tied it under her chin. A bib soon followed, it’s material falling just short of covering her nipples. She caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby mirror and almost fainted. The sight of herself, The Mighty Milk Maid, reduced to the level of an Adult Baby sent a wave of humiliation over her that had her reeling. She was supposed to be the one who made and controlled the helpless adorable overgrown tots... not becoming one herself.

But the superheroine didn’t allow Nicole to wallow in her humiliation for long-- she took her by the ear again and dragged her up the isle and around the corner. “Oh! OW! OOOO! HEY!” She protested, stooped and hobbling to keep up, the crinkling diaper between her legs her forcing her to waddle. Her modesty forgotten, she simply allowed her huge tits to jiggle and wobble before her.

Finally, The Milk Maid found herself herded into an adult-size high chair and swiftly locked into place behind a solid wooden tray. “Lemme outta here, you slag!” She roared at her captor, banging her fists on the tray.

But she was powerless to stop her tormentor from binding her wrists at her side with a set of leather straps. It was then that Nicole noticed a similarly bound Betsy Wetsy in a neighbouring high chair. A quick glance confirmed that her hands were immobilized at her sides as well, thus neutralizing her abilities. She recoiled in fear when Diana approached, grinning, pleased with herself, hiding something behind her back.

“I’m glad you both could be here today,” Wonder Woman said. “It’s time to play a little game.”

“Blow it out yer ass, bimbo!” Nicole spat, a cold shiver running through her when she received a grin in response.

“Funny you should say that... because the game works like this-- I’m going to ask a question, and the first one of you to answer doesn’t have to take a spoonful of... this.”

From behind her back, she produced a spoon and a bottle of castor oil, bringing buggy eyed stares of disbelief from the two villains.

“Look here, Amazon,” Betsy thundered pompously, sweating as she watched Diana pour the first spoonful.

“First question: What happened to Harley and Supergirl?” Wonder Woman asked, looking from one to the other.

“You stupid bitch!” Nicole laughed. “Do you really think we’re going to tell you anyth--”

“The Paddler got Harley!” Betsy said from her high chair. “She,” she continued, nodding in Nicole’s direction, “took Supergirl-- Batgirl too!”

“You snitch!” Nicole roared furiously. “I’m gonna-- uumph!” she grunted as the spoon was pushed home, filling her mouth with foul tasting, oily goop that left a vile coating in her mouth and down her throat.

“Sorry, Nicki,” Betsy said sincerely, “but I’m already incontinent... do you have any idea what that stuff will do to my stomach?!”

“What have you done with my friends?!” Diana questioned angrily, loading up another spoonful of castor oil.

“Well,” Betsy began, “Wolfe--”

“Wolfe’skeepingthemathisheadquarters!” Nicole blurted, desperate to avoid another dose of castor oil.

“Hey!” Betsy cried, squirming angrily.

“He’s got some weird machine-- he’s turned them into a bunch of diaper babies! He’s keeping them in a big nursery!”

“Nicole, you big mouth-- uummpph!” The spoon was in Betsy’s maw before she could finish, the disgusting liquid making her gag.

“You’d better tell me what happened,” Diana demanded, filling another spoonful of castor oil. “Are my friends OK?”

“Physically, they’re fine,” Betsy said, making a small face at Nicole as she found the spoonful of castor oil shoved into her mouth once more.

“YUCK!” The former Milk Maid exclaimed while her friend continued:

“Mentally?” Elizabeth said, ignoring Nicole’s discomfort, “he’s reduced the lot of them to horny Adult Toddlers, and only that machine can fix them.”

“Last question,” Diana said through gritted teeth. “What’s Wolfe got waiting for me?”

The two villainesses shared a naughty smile, once more united against a common foe.

“You’re pea brain can’t possibly imagine, bitch!” Nicole smirked, getting a spoonful of castor oil for her troubles.

Wonder Woman quickly filled up another spoonful, which found its way into Betsy’s mouth at lightning speed.

“BLARG!” Elizabeth cried, nearly gagging. “Hey! I thought you said you didn’t have any more questions left,” she protested, nervously watching Diana fill another spoonful.

“I don’t,” Wonder Woman agreed, shoving the spoon into Nicole’s mouth before filling another. “But we’ve still got half the bottle left,” she said, pushing the spoonful of oil between Betsy Wetsy’s lips, grinning when the villain’s face went sour in response, “and I’d hate to see it go to waste!”

Betsy and The Milk Maid watched nervously as the amazon princess filled up another spoonful of the disgusting, slimy oil...

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It didn’t take long for all that castor oil to kick in. With her magically induced incontinence, Betsy Wetsy lost control almost as soon as the cramps kicked in, a wave of hot, moist diarrhea exploding into her pampers with a round of embarrassing flatulence, leaving the diabolical, diapered villainess sitting in a steaming pile of her own thick brown mess, desperate for a diaper change. But a gurgle in her tummy announced that her ordeal was far from over, leaving her with little else to do but grit her teeth, another frothy surge from her bowels exiting her rear and settling into her pampers with a series of hearty farts and squishes.

The Milk Maid, meanwhile, was left with a struggle of a different nature. Her belly burbled ominously, a sinister, gassy pressure building in her guts, bringing with it a series of sharp cramps, getting more painful with every throb. She was vividly aware of Betsy’s struggles in the next chair, listening intently to every grunt, groan, and fart, the scent of diarrhea in her nostrils... knowing that it was only a matter of time before she followed suit.

She knew it was pointless to resist, but she did anyway, clenching and tightening her asshole against the ever-building weight in her guts. But as the gas and mess began to build up in her colon, the cramps growing more intense, the strain of holding it in causing sweat to drip down her forehead and sting her eyes, Nicole realized she was only delaying the inevitable. The sound of Betsy grunting and groaning as she erupted noisily into her diaper provided The Milk Maid with additional motivation to keep her pampers clean... she held her breath against the rapidly thickening stench in the air.

Her prediction was proven right mere minutes later, when her bowels finally reached capacity with an ominous gurgling. She’d been carefully passing gas in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure, pushing her luck to the absolute limit, until she had nothing left to do but sit with her full weight on her rump, sweating, holding out as best she could against the hot steaming mess she was just barely containing inside her. Beside her, Betsy noisily deposited another load into her diaper, the messy expulsion followed quickly by a sigh of relief that sounded heavenly to Nicole’s tormented ears.

And for years afterword, Nicole wouldn’t be able to tell you if her own explosion of hot, flatulent mush into the pristine diaper beneath her had been voluntary or an actual, honest to god accident... she would be able to tell you only of the sensation of bucket full of mud and gas surging out of her bottom, in spite of her straining, filling the seat of her diaper with a steaming, semi-solid load. She might describe the scent of her diarrhea permeating the air, mingling with the unique stench of her partner’s own ever growing mess, creating a revolting potpourri. And if you were to catch her in a particularly unguarded moment, she might describe the simultaneously revolting, humiliating, and very nearly orgasmic sensation of uncontrollably voiding her bowels into her bulging adult pampers.

 

Wolfe had just finished feeding Batgirl her bottle, and they were currently cuddled together, the former superheroine bundled up in his lap like a little doll, feeling more vulnerable than she could ever remember. That he’d unmasked her and revealed her secret identity (not entirely surprising to him, as Wolfe had previously compiled a short list of likely candidates, with the commissioner's brainy daughter near the top) hardly seemed to matter now. A quick trip through Wolfe’s machine had scrambled her brain, reducing both her impressive IQ and her toilet training to the prekindergarten level... and the soggy diaper between her legs served as a constant reminder. Further, she discovered that simply spending time in Wolfe’s presence had her feeling increasingly light headed and giddy, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was being drawn away from her... and into him.

As she slowly, unconsciously tinkled into her diaper, the fabric growing bulkier and more sodden by the second, she was hardly even aware of the image of Diana filling the monitor in front of them... if she did, she would have noticed the look of fierce determination on her friend’s face. The Amazon Princess was tired of playing around, and she was anxious to put this mission to bed. Wolfe was going to pay for the outrages he’d perpetrated against her comrades and womankind in general.

But if Wolfe was concerned about the coming confrontation, he gave no sign. Slipping his fingers into the leg band of her diaper, he tisked, fixing her with a smouldering look at had Barbara blushing, her heart throbbing wetly, thrilling at his attention even as it sent shivers of embarrassment through her.

“I suppose we should get you a fresh diaper, eh, sweetheart?” He asked rhetorically, kissing her forehead and making her squirm.

Scooping her up under her arms, he carried the wriggling ex-superheroine to the table on the other side of the room and laid her out for a much needed diaper change.

 

When Wolfe International headquarters finally came into view, Diana almost allowed herself a smile. Wolfe had attacked not just herself, her dignity, her very identity were outrages against her royal person that she just couldn’t ignore. As angry as she was for what had been done to her friends... for what had been done to women around the city, not to mention the women of the world who risked being transformed into helpless Adult Babies by his devious and insane machinations, the thought that he’d planned to do the same to her filled her with boiling anger. In the name of her sisters, Diana vowed to pay him back for every indignity he had inflicted or intended to inflict.

She stalked up the sidewalk, focused, determined, her body lean and athletic, yet still graceful and feminine, her hips rounded, her breasts full and ripe, her buttocks plump and womanly inside her star spangled bloomers. Almost instinctively, a crowd began forming around her, ordinary citizens eager to see the action. Diana noted a number of Adult Babies among them, pretty young women who should have been working or at school, instead reduced to riding in strollers or waddling alongside their caretakers, creamy smooth thighs spread to awkward distances by the thick white padding between them. Drawing an angry breath, the Amazon Warrior stepped up her pace, eager to initiate the final conflict.

Princess Diana wasn’t the only one ready for the final battle to begin. Wolfe had invited the media to witness the climax of the first phase of his master plan, providing them safe passage through the bubble, with the promise that it would be deactivated regardless of the outcome of the fight... either way, it would no longer be necessary. Representatives of Metropolis’ entire media establishment were there.

Wonder Woman almost smiled when she saw him waiting for her in the grassy courtyard outside the front of the building. His suit was crisp and clean, his hands clasped casually behind his back, and if he gave off any air of anxiousness, it wasn’t for the coming confrontation but because he was facing the cumulation of his entire life... a moment he believed he was destined to face for as long as he could remember. One that, he was certain, would change the course of the world.

She stalked up to him, Muscles rippling, olive coloured skin shining with sweat, her violet eyes flashing with anger, beautiful in her fury.

“Wolfe!” she barked, stalking towards him, “for your crimes against humanity, I’m taking you in... and after all you’ve put us through, I suggest you cooperate!”

“Wonder Woman! I’m delighted you could make it-- you’re just in time for the final challenge to begin...”

“No more games, you bastard!” she growled, winding up and delivering a perfect haymaker... one that should have sent him sprawling across the lawn with his teeth down his throat.

She was confused when she felt her fist stopped in mid air, captured in place by Wolfe’s own hand, seemingly without effort.

“What?!” She uttered, baffled, trying unsuccessfully to pull her fist away from him.

“You need to settle down and listen to me, young lady,” he lectured. She saw him remove a thin strip of silver from his pocket, which she found looped around her thin, smooth neck and locked into place.

The effect was instantaneous-- an impossibly heavy weight invaded her limbs suddenly, almost violently. In spite of herself, her shoulders became rounded as her entire body was pulled down towards the ground with a weight that seemed impossible.

“Uhhh! UUGHH! What-- is-- this?” she demanded. He released her hand and stood by smugly as the Amazon princess was dragged slowly by the suddenly increased weight of her own body, first to her knees, then onto all fours on the ground before him

It took all of her might to tilt her head up and gaze at him from her position on the grass... the image of him looming over her with that damn smile on his face filled her with dread.

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“Well well,” Wolfe said, gazing down at the vulnerable heroine sprawled out on her hands and knees at his feet. “Look at you... exactly as you were always meant to be.”

She glared up at him, furious, desperate to lunge at him, to beat him bloody with her bare hands... but it was all she could do to hold herself up on all fours, the mysterious weight that had settled upon her effectively negating her mighty strength. “What... have... you... done... to... me?” she managed to ask at last.

“I’ve simply produced a field of super-heavy gravity around you-- it increases based on the amount of force you exert, so I would hold my struggling to a minimum if I were you.”

“It... seems... you’ve... bested... me... most... honourable... lord,” she forced out bitterly, glaring defiantly.

“Not quite,” he said, squatting down to get closer to her level. “I hate to see a noble, wise warrior such as yourself to go down without a fair challenge.”

“Get... to... the... point,” Wonder Woman hissed, sweating at the exertion, “you... sick...”

With a predatory smile, he reached into his breast pocket and produced a tiny plastic container. Snapping it open, he removed a small grey capsule that seemed to have tiny flashes of green flickering inside it.

“This contains a dose of my nanites,” he explained. “Once it’s inside your body, the capsule will take ten minutes to dissolve. After that, there’s a fifty percent chance the nanites will activate inside you. If they don’t activate, I will drop the dome, return your friends to normal, undo all the damage I’ve done so far and surrender myself peacefully to your custody. If it does activate, well...” he trailed off with a chuckle. “I’m sure you can probably guess.”

Diana glared, but she knew he had her over a barrel. Fighting in her current condition was totally out of the question-- if risking her dignity was the price she had to pay to save not only her comrades, but the women of the world, then she had to do it.

Still fixing him with her chilliest stare, she opened her mouth by way of a reply, waiting for him to pop the nanites in for her to swallow.

But he didn’t-- instead, he smiled, as if at some private joke, and rose to a standing position. “Oh, I’m afraid you’ve misunderstood a bit... it isn’t a pill.”

Diana frowned, trying to figure out what he meant by that. She gave a horrified squeal when he walked out of her sight and swiftly tugged her bloomers down to the top of her thighs, revealing her bare buttocks, the crinkled, delicate anus between them, and her perfectly sculpted pussy to the gathered crowd.

“EEEEKK!” Diana cried, powerless to do anything but wiggle her butt impotently, “What are you do--?!”

Her answer came in the form of the rubbery snap of a disposable medical glove being pulled into place. Wonder Woman’s head jerked back, her eyes wide and disbelieving as she peered over her shoulder to see Wolfe bending towards her, the capsule gripped between gloved fingers, grinning. Too late, the amazonian princess realized what his intentions were... but she only had time to emit a single sharp syllable of protest before...

The tip of the suppository was pressed to the center of the dark, rosy crinkle of her anus, cool and greasy. There was no time to complain or resist before it had been pushed inside her, her butthole stretching easily to accommodate both it and his finger.

“OoooooOO!” She squealed, filled with new, conflicting sensations as Wolfe’s digit disappeared inside her after the capsule, pushing it further and further into her bowels until the finger vanished from sight as well.

“Hold still,” he admonished, making sure the suppository was buried as deeply in her bum as possible, pretending not to notice the way his other fingers were brushing against her pussy ever so softly. Diana flushed bright red, particularly when she heard the crowd murmur and titter behind her-- but the sensation of it, though alien to the uptight, prissy heroine, was stirring a shameful passion inside of her. “We want to make sure it’s in there nice and deep,” he explained, pretending he didn’t notice he was gently twisting his digit to and fro as he spoke. “So you don’t try to back out.”

“Hhhhhuuuuhhh….” she groaned in response, her eyes glazed, the feeling of outrage and anger warring with sexy shame and humiliating arousal inside her. Oh no! She thought when her pussy began growing noticeably moist. She preyed none of the spectators noticed… she was sure Wolfe probably had!

Then, the finger withdrew, and it was all over except the throbbing tickle in her neither regions-- and the sensation of the suppository deeply wedged into her colon, slowly melting.

“You’re about a quart low,” Wolfe laughed, pulling the glove off and discarding it in the trash. From her position on the ground, Diana could only shoot him an angry glare… but she found herself grateful to him moments later when he tugged her bloomers up into place over her butt again.

“So,” he said, setting the alarm on his watch, “Ten minutes starting... now.” The watch beeped affirmatively. “Come along, young lady,” he said, the condescension in his voice making her nostrils flare angrily as she followed slowly on her hands and knees, the increased weight forcing her to move as awkwardly as a baby learning to crawl, following behind him as quickly as she could.

Taking a seat on a nearby bench, he beckoned her closer, until she was at his feet, gazing up at him like a faithful dog. Diana, her pride bruised and battered, wanted revenge so bad she could almost taste it in the back of her throat.

“Well, we’ve got a few minutes to kill,” he said reaching towards her, and Wonder Woman had no idea what was happening until she felt one massive, masculine hand on her shoulder and the other hooking itself into the waistband of her blue and white bloomers. With a squeak, she found herself lifted, in spite of the extra weight produced by the gravity field. Her heart thudded with an unaccustomed fear, and she wondered exactly how strong he was... and what the source of his powers were.

But the amazon warrior didn’t have long to ponder. She soon found herself settled across his lap, head down and finely sculpted hindquarters raised tantalizingly into the air behind her, her well-rounded buttocks and the cleft between them perfectly outlined in every detail. She turned and looked at him over her shoulder, shocked, unable to believe the position she found herself in. Across the lap of a common... man... it was more than she could bare!

She jumped when she felt his hand settle against her rump, stroking her star-spangled buns with powerful fingers. Gasping, outraged, she thrashed as best she could with her limbs weighted down by a force several dozen times greater than her own body weight, but it was a pitiful display that simply expended her energy.

So Diana forced herself to lay still, frowning, occasionally shivering involuntarily when he rubbed her tushy with his palm or lightly raked his fingernails over her cheeks, tracing obscure patterns on the seat of her bloomers.

And then, suddenly, his hand was gone... but not for long. Moments later, Wolfe brought his open palm down across her squirming, upturned rump... hard. It would take a being with the strength of Darkseid himself to deliver a blow that she could even feel-- but it seemed Wolfe was more than up to the challenge... his open palm seemed to blur through the air before it impacted with her right cheek, a deafening crack making the gathered audience jump and take a collective step back.

“YEOW!” Diana bellowed, her feet kicking reflexively in the air behind her. Wonder Woman was once again left questioning what Wolfe was and how he came to possess such tremendous strength... but as he brought his hand down for another solid swat to her derriere, followed by another and another, she had little time to ponder it. It was almost impossible to believe, an event she would have imagined only in her very worst of nightmares, a possibility that seemed ridiculous, yet seemed to have come to horrifying life:

She was getting spanked, like a naughty schoolgirl, over the knee of an ordinary man... and what was more, Diana was beginning to realize as the spanking continued, the swats stoking a searing heat in her derriere, that it hurt... a lot!

“YEEEEOOOOWW!” Wonder woman cried, her legs flailing in the air behind her, wiggling her bloomered butt in a desperate, but futile, attempt at saving her hiney. “OH! OW! OUCH! Let me go you bast-- OOWWW!”

“Temper temper, gorgeous,” he laughed, swatting her derriere in slow but firm, heavy strokes, the impact of his hand against the plump flesh of the demigoddess’ bottom ringing out in the crisp autumn air, washing over the murmuring crowd like distant fireworks. “You should settle in and make yourself comfortable,” he said, suddenly tugging her bloomers down to half mast, drawing an actually adorable gasp from the Warrior Princess, making him chuckle as he brought his palm down, landing powerfully against her bare bum, the impact making her cheeks jiggle visibly.

“EEK! How DARE you?! YEOUCH! You monster! How-- OW! How are you doing this?!” she demanded furiously, amazing him with her royal arrogance, even in this highly undignified position.

“Buckle up, baby-cakes,” he said, easily delivering a blistering swat to her bare ass in spite if her struggles. “You’re in for a bumpy ride!”

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“OW!” Diana, Princess of the Amazons cried, John Wolfe’s broad, bare hand landing a stinging swat to the center of her jiggling buttocks. With her mass increased to nearly impossible levels by the high gravity field, there was little she could do but kick her boots in the air behind her and claw the grass helplessly. It shouldn’t have been possible... all their intelligence indicated that Wolfe was but an ordinary man... it should have been unfeasible for him to take her across his lap, especially with her weight increased the way it was, and any attempts at a spanking should have shattered his mortal hand upon the sumptuous flesh of her divine derriere-- and yet, here he was, paddling her bottom as thoroughly as a naughty schoolgirl who’d been caught smoking in the bathroom.

“OH! OUCH! You bastard-- YYEEOOWWCH!” She cried, pounding her fist into the ground and struggling to escape the blistering spanking that was quickly turning the fleshy twin domes of her buttocks a bright pink, then a hot, angry scarlet.

Fuming, anger and humiliation boiling within... she was one of the most powerful beings on the planet, damn it, and a warrior to boot... she wasn’t supposed to be in this situation-- dangling over this man’s lap and taking a spanking, and she was absolutely powerless to stop him. The feeling of almost infantile helplessness was absolutely foreign to her... a blush slowly rose over her cheeks as the full weight of her humiliation gradually dawned on her. Here she was-- stripped half naked, a suppository unceremoniously inserted into her virgin anus, her proud, womanly bottom slowly spanked an angry red-- and all in front of a gawking, laughing rabble, many of whom were filming her debasement and broadcasting it to the whole world.

Once the initial shock of her predicament had worn off, Wonder Woman determined to rob Wolfe of his satisfaction, gritting her teeth and attempted to take the remainder of her punishment with dignified stoicism... but as one swat followed another, she quickly realized that the fire he was igniting in her posterior was quickly building to an intensity that not even her superhuman physique could tolerate. Squeezing her eyes shut, she kicked her feet in the air behind her, the corners of her eyes growing moist. With her buttocks blazing bright red, she clawed at the grass and began raining curses upon him once more:

“Release me, damn you! I am an Amazon warrior, Emissary and ambassador for my people! I have royal blood running through my veins, and I DEMAND that you grant me my due respect! OW!” She cried, howling like a scalded cat when Wolfe responded by laying his palm across her bare ass once again, it’s supple flesh rippling and turning a fiery crimson that nearly matched the red of her costume.

Nearly five minutes had passed when Wolfe finally dump Wonder Woman from his lap, leaving her to land unceremoniously on her bare, blazing rear end. “OW!” she cried, turning herself over onto her hands and knees as quickly as her increased mass would allow, sticking her bare ass in the air and reaching back with both hands, attempting to rub some of the sting from it’s perfectly sculpted cheeks-- much to the delight of the assembled media, who gleefully zoomed in on her bare spanked ass and naked privates.

“Now,” Wolfe said, checking his watch once again, “we’ve still got a few moments before we find out our respective fates-- if I decrease your gravity field a little, can I trust you to stand here and wait like a good girl?”

She shot him an angry scowl, bristling at his condescending tone but she nodded her consent, and as he made the adjustments, lifting only enough weight to allow her to struggle to her feet, she tugged her panties back into place, hissing ruefully as the rough material irritated the inflamed skin of her rump.

It took almost every ounce of strength she had, but Diana was able to maintain a standing position, reaching back to rub her stinging hiney through the material of her star-spangled bloomers, bright pink flesh peeking out from behind the leg bands.

“Now, don’t try anything clever, dear,” he said condescendingly, “if you do anything more strenuous than just stand there, the gravity field will automatically increase, and it’ll be back to your hands and knees for you!”

Positively fuming, the outrage and humiliation of the treatment she’d received at his hands boiling away inside her, Diana decided to respond in the form of a piercing, angry glare... which was somewhat undercut by the way she ruefully rubbed her throbbing tushy.

With her heart hammering anxiously, Diana waited for the minutes to tick away and reveal her final fate. She chose to spend the time not fretting about what would happen to her if the nanites activated inside her, instead fantasizing about what she would do to Wolfe if they didn’t-- starting with pealing off his skin and ripping him limb from limb.

At last, after what seemed like an eternity, the alarm on Wolfe’s watch beeped noisily, and Wonder Woman cringed and braced herself, waiting for her beautiful body to begin some horrifying transformation.

Ten seconds ticked by... followed by ten more. A minute went by, one slow second at a time, and Diana felt her apprehension leave, an arrogant smirk playing about her lips as Wolfe began to look increasingly nervous.

“Well well well,” She said smugly, taking a difficult step towards him. “Looks like you’re not as smart as you think you are! Did you really think your pitiful male technology could really affect my superior Amazonian physiology? You’ve failed, Wolfe-- and now, you’re gong to have to--”

She stopped suddenly in mid sentence, a strange tingling sensation slowly growing deep inside her abdomen. “To... to...” she repeated, trailing off as the strange, numbing tingle spread throughout her lower body spreading down into her rectum and forward into her privates. “To... face... my... wrath?”

She trailed off, ending quietly, the strange buzzing sensation rose up into the rest of her body and through her limbs. She saw Wolfe smiling triumphantly in her direction at the same moment she felt a slow spreading warmth in her panties, accompanied by a soft hissing, and a pittering sound rising from between her feet, growing louder each second.

Reluctantly, she glanced downward, confirming her fears with a small, sharp cry... she was pissing herself unknowingly, the front of her bloomers turning dark blue, quickly growing saturated. Any attempts at regaining control were thwarted, both her anal and urinal sphincters having been weakened by the nanites. She pressed her creamy thighs together, going knock kneed like an awkward little girl in an attempt at regaining control... but it was a wasted effort. The pee continued to flow... first in tiny spurts, which grew into thick rivulets, and finally into a rushing stream as the proud superheroine lost more and more of her control by the second.

Speechless, she was reduced to pathetic gasps and whimpers shooting him a horrified, pleading look... and receiving only a chuckle in return, and she shivered when she realized how much he was enjoying watching her, a proud, powerful warrior, slip into helplessness.

Her face reddened, the last few drops of pee drizzling out of her and into the puddle between her boots, and as she listened to the audience behind her titter and giggle, Wonder Woman couldn’t remember ever being so humiliated before.

But even as she finished her thought, a strange new sensation began growing inside her, an ominous rumbling from somewhere deep within the heroine that felt familiar, even through the numbness she was experiencing-- and yet, somehow, more powerful, more urgent than ever before...

A sudden sharp cramp in her belly made Diana frown as she became aware of a sudden pressure deep inside her. The pressure built for about ten seconds straight, and Wonder Woman winced, fearing for a moment that her stomach was about to burst.

Instead, she felt her buttocks part, and Wonder Woman could do little more then emit a shocked grunt as she felt the first part of a large load of semi-solid poop begin involuntarily sliding out of her and into her soppy wet bloomers.

Diana emitted a startled grunt, an embarrassing gassy farting sound preceding another cramp, forcing out a series of soft lumps into the seat of her bloomers, which bulged and sagged under their heavy load, staining one of the stars nearest to her crack a noticeable brown.

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“This is Angela Chen,” the well dressed young Asian woman said seriously into the lens of the camera, “reporting to you live from Wolfe International Headquarters, where we continue to witness the stunning defeat and humiliation of the world’s favourite Super Heroine. Wonder Woman, Princess of Themyscira, arrived looking driven and angry, confronting corporate outlaw and renegade scientist John Wolfe with fire and confidence... but, as you can plainly see behind me, little of that anger or confidence remains, with the self-described heroine finding herself spanked like a schoolgirl over her opponent’s knee!”

It was a struggle for Angela to keep a straight face-- not only was she elated to be covering such a major scoop-- the humiliation of Wonder Woman would, of course, be the biggest story around the world for at least the next couple of days, maybe a week-- and it would be Angela’s face people would be seeing along with it. It could be a major step up for her career... a chance for her to finally take a step up onto the national stage!

Besides, she’d never liked Wonder Woman, anyway. The vain and narcissistic Angela was highly jealous of the annoyingly perfect superheroine’s grace and beauty, and being able to watch (and even better, report on) her humiliation at the hands of a handsome and powerful man was a genuine pleasure-- but the best was yet to come.

“There seems to be something wrong with Wonder Woman now,” Angela reported breathlessly, suppressing her glee as best she could. “The Warrior Princess appears to be tottering around drunkenly and clutching her stomach. I think this battle has reached it’s conclusion, ladies and gentlemen... we appear to be reaching some sort of climax! Stay tuned right here for all the action as it happens!” she gushed, her own eyes glued to the scene before her, not wanting to miss a second.

 

“AAAH!” Diana cried, her efforts at regaining control of herself proving woefully inadequate, the seat of her panties continuing to inflate with a series of gassy squelching noises, her star spangled bottom growing lumpier and browner by the minute. Sticky and semi-soft, the load gathered in the back of her bloomers, the lumpy mass expanding first to the size of an apple, then a grapefruit. Saggy and moist, quickly staining the fabric a muddy brown, the load was accompanied by a potent, earthy stench that grew more powerful the larger her accident became.

With her mouth compressed into a surprised ‘o’, her eyes wide with shock, darting back and forth comically, Diana gasped and shuddered with every squish and fart that emerged from her backside. The entire situation was unprecedented... the valiant amazon princess had never tasted defeat before, let alone humiliation of this magnitude. A dizzying vertigo had the former Wonder Woman swaying unsteadily on her feet, heart beating loudly inside her, sweat trickling down her forehead. The nanites were still raging through her, transforming her body in new and strange ways, imperceptible to the naked eye... but absolutely life altering.

A cramp shot through her belly; Diana grunted, a surge of gas and mush surging out of her, parting her buttocks and settling into the already packed seat of her bloomers, staining the material at the back-- especially the stars, the ones closest to the mess stained almost totally brown, revealing her shame to the entire world. Behind her, she could hear the reporters snickering, tittering, or just gaping at her shame in amazement-- maybe even amusement.

Behind her, the bloomers bulged and sagged, the gooey load inside weighing them down, tugging them down at the back just enough to expose the top of her butt-crack. The load was warm and smushy against her buns. Her muscles felt as though they were turning to jelly, her mind growing cloudy. As her humiliating mess finally sputtered to a stop, Diana found herself tottering on her feet, drooling and sweating, the laughter of the press and the crowd burning her ears.

“Phew-wee!” Wolfe chuckled, fanning his face. “Is there a skunk passing by?”

The chuckles of the audience rang out around her, but Wonder Woman wasn’t listening-- the nanites were buzzing in her ears, affecting her equilibrium, making it hard to keep her balance. The proud warrior, pinnacle of female development, found herself suddenly having a great deal of difficulty keeping on her feet.

She tottered back and forth, her knees wobbling, sweating and straining to simply stay standing... but her efforts were in vain. She took one unsteady step backwards, then another, before her legs just gave out beneath her, sending her toppling backwards like a clumsy toddler just learning to walk. There was just time enough for her to emit a pitiful little squeal before she landed heavily on her bottom with a noisy SPLAT!

The gathered media burst out into uproarious laughter, even as the Amazonian Princess’ bottom lip began to quiver. The mess in her pants was no longer a massive, bulky bulge in the seat of her briefs-- the gooey lumps were now squished up against the smooth, rounded hillocks of her buttocks like a pile of melty chocolate bars. Worse, she felt the muddy mush forced up between her cheeks uncomfortably, caked into the cleft between her buns and making the formerly proud superheroine feel more like a giant baby than ever.

The mess smushed all the way up her butt, almost to the waist band, and a small amount even escaped down the backs of her thighs, smearing them a muddy brown. For a long moment, Diana could only sit, squirming in her own mess, her mouth gaping open disbelievingly at how radically her destiny had been altered in so short a time.

“Woopsie daisy!” Wolfe chuckled, stooping down to look her in her eyes, which were wide, staring, and shocked. “Did we take a bit of a tumble, Princess? Here-- let me give you a hand.”

Dazed, Wonder Woman accepted his hand without thinking, allowing herself to be pulled, unsteadily, to her feet. She heard a course of shocked gasps and titters behind her, and it only took a glance behind her to see what they were reacting to-- the once bulky mess that had bulged so embarrassingly in the back of her briefs had been mushed in every direction, and what was once a localized stain had spread across almost her entire seat, with most of her brilliant white stars now coloured a dank, earthy brown. A pair of sticky, muddy smears trailed out of her legbands and down the backs of her thighs, and the corresponding stain at the top reached almost to her waistband. A wave of dizzy humiliation washed over her, and for a moment she would have lost her footing if Wolfe hadn’t been holding her upright.

“OK, darling,” he said, leading her, shakily, towards the front doors, “wave bye bye to your reporter friends and let’s get you inside for a change of underwear-- baby, you STINK!”

Sensing her opportunity, Angela pounced, breaking free from the pack and running towards them, dragging her cameraman along behind her by his wrist. She wasn’t about to loose her scoop-- nor was she about to miss out on the stuck-up superheroine’s humiliation!

“Just a moment, Mr. Wolfe-- Angela Chen, Metropolis Today-- any chance of an exclusive?”

“Oh yes, Ms. Chen... I actually acquired your network just this morning-- I suppose I should give you a look at what’s coming next,” he said with a smile.

The automatic doors slid open behind him, and Wolfe led them inside, Wonder Woman toddling behind him, the mess in her pants all smelly and squishy. Angela and her cameraman trailed along with them (with the spiteful reporter gesturing to him to zoom in on the muddy stains on the back of the disgraced superheroines bloomers.)

Diana toddled along, keeping up as best she could. The mess in her pants was hot and gritty, squishing uncomfortably against her soft skin with every step. The poopy was caked uncomfortably up her butt crack and clung to the sensual globes of her buttocks, forcing her to waddle awkwardly. The tingling in her limbs was beginning to subside a bit, but the nanites were clearly still doing their work, leaving her as weak as a three year old-- she could only wonder how bad it would get.

Her head swam dizzily, it was all she could do to keep her feet. Dimly, Diana was aware of Angela Chen’s professional, blustery voice trailing down the hall behind her:

“We’ve already seen an absolutely stunning reversal of fortune here today, ladies and gentlemen-- we’ve seen an American icon revealed to be a poopy pants fraud-- an oversized child toddling around with a mess in her pants,” Angela editorialized, straining to keep a triumphant smirk from her face. “But now, we’re being offered a once in a lifetime opportunity-- front row seats at the unmaking of a superheroine!”

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With her trademark star-spangled briefs stained a deep, muddy brown across the seat and a pair of dark, fudgy smears trailing down the back of her thighs, Wonder woman toddled down the hall behind her tormentor as quickly as the weakened muscles in her legs would allow her. Dazed from her defeat, her mind fuzzy from the adjustments that were still being made to her brain, the disgraced Amazon Princess wasn’t too out of it to listen to the sneering commentary from the obnoxious Angela Chen:

“For those of you just joining us, the events of the past twenty minutes have been filled with one shock after another. After first making a mockery of some of the worlds most powerful heroines, industrialist and philanthropist John Wolfe has soundly defeated the vastly overrated Wonder Woman, first shaming her with a richly deserved public spanking before systemically stripping her of every vestige of her adult hood. As you can see,” she said, indicating to her cameraman to get a shot of the superheroine’s messy booty, “in the space of mere minutes, the cunning, handsome and brave Mr. Wolfe has taken this quote/unquote heroine from spoiled to soiled!”

The camera zoomed in, until the brown stained seat of the disgraced heroine’s bloomers filled the screen, the load all flattened and smushed against her cheeks and up her buttcrack. Diana waddled bowlegged, desperately trying to avoid squishing the load against herself any further, fuming angrily as Angela heaped sneering scorn onto her-- in front of a live television audience, no less! The thought of losing in such humiliating fashion in front of the entire world made her want to curl up into a ball and whimper... but her proud, Amazonian heritage forced her to straighten her spine and glower angrily at her tormentors, to accept her humiliations as stoically as possible... and wait for her opportunity to strike back.

“The smell is indescribable, ladies and gentlemen,” Angela reported with maximum snark, crinkling her cute little nose for emphasis, “but I will persevere to bring you, our loyal viewers, the closest, most detailed picture and commentary of these unfolding events as possible.”

Pompous, sneering bitch! Diana fumed, waddling behind Wolfe, struggling to keep up when he took a sudden turn into one of the rooms.

“We have got to get you cleaned up,” Wolfe said, dragging her into the center of the room and turning to face her. “But first thing’s first.”

Almost quicker then she could detect it, he had her Golden Lariat removed from it’s spot on her hip. Diana gasped and twisted, but he was still able to get one of her unbreakable bracelets off before she realized it.

“STOP!” she commanded, but even struggling with all her might, she was neither strong or quick enough to prevent him from disarming her, leaving the once fearsome warrior princess helpless and vulnerable. She watched, scowling, as he placed the items into a metal container, locked it shut, and slid it through a slot in the wall to be secured safely.

“Come here young woman,” he said, grabbing her by the hand in spite of her attempts at twisting away, “it’s time to get you cleaned up... you STINK, girly!”

“Oooooohhhh!” she cried furiously, struggling the whole time as he pulled her across the room and forced her to bend over the changing table, her soiled backside stuck out prominently behind her (once again, Angela gestured to her cameraman, encouraging him to get a shot of the muddy brown stain on the seat of her bloomers.)

“You be a good girl: hold still and don’t move,” he said sternly. Diana scoffed, ready to start fighting back as best she could, but a funny thing happened-- instead of resisting like she knew she should, Wonder Woman found herself rooted to the spot, unable to even straighten out, leaving her bent over with her booty thrust out obscenely behind her (she bristled with anger when she saw the cameraman squat down out of the corner of her eye, ensuring that her humiliating accident was covered from every possible angle for the viewers at home.)

She listened to him gathering the supplies he’d need to clean her up... just like a good little girl, she seethed. At last, she felt him come up behind her, and the amazon warrior could do nothing but chew her lip, waiting for him to make his move.

“Let’s get these messy things off, darling,” he said firmly, and Diana went numb when she felt him take the waistband of her bloomers, peel them off her mucky backside, revealing the entirety of her round, naked bottom, the mess caked onto her buttocks and up her crack all thick and chunky, like she’d sat her bare ass down on a pan of peanut butter fudge brownies.

“Ladies and gentleman,” Angela asked of her viewing audience, barely containing a retch, “I ask you: is this what a superheroine looks like? Bent over, about to have her poopy rear-end wiped like a two year old struggling to get the hang of using the potty? Well, it might not be a popular position, but if you ask me, Mr. Wolfe is simply doing what should have been done a long time ago and putting this preening little fraud where she belongs-- back in pampers!”

The Amazonian Princess clenched her fists tightly, enraged by the humiliating reporting-- just who did this little bimbo think she was?! But held as she was under the influence of the nanites, all she could do was meekly comply with Wolfe’s orders, allowing him to pull the bloomers down her legs, carefully stepping out of them one foot at a time when prompted. The heavily soiled garment was dropped into a nearby container, the heavy thud making the disgraced superheroine cringe.

She heard the wet wipes tugged from the container, gasping seconds later when the cool cloth hit the warm skin of her plump, rounded backside. First, he cleaned up the bit that had smudged down the back of her thigh, then worked his way up, changing cloths and then going to work cleaning the thick brown mess from her buttcheeks, gradually working his way inward, taking a new cloth when he needed to. When he’d gotten her buns clean and white once more, he went to work on the crack. Diana couldn’t suppress a little squeal as he passed the cloth up the deep cleft between her buttocks, happily turning to show the thick brown smear on it’s clean white surface to the camera before depositing the wipe into the trash.

He made a second pass between the humiliated superheroine’s buttocks, making her shiver and chew her lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of another outburst. The baby wipe was discarded, another one plucked and put to use, and this time he payed very close attention to her little pink asshole.

“Get up on the table,” he instructed once he’d finished. “Now young lady,” he said, firmly patting her bare bottom for emphasis. The now bottomless Wonder Woman reluctantly complied, clumsily climbing up onto the table as quickly as her vastly weakened muscles would allow, unintentionally flashing Wolfe (as well as the viewers at home) an explicit shot of her bare ass and naked pussy.

“Darling-- enter Alpha Mode for me, please,” he said, softly but significantly once she’d turned over on her back.

No sooner had she heard the command then Diana began feeling funny. A newfound weakness entered her limbs, even more than before. She tried to speak, found herself able only to coo and gurgle babyishly. The words were all still there in her mind, she could see, spell, and pronounce them perfectly... but when it came time to speak them, all she could do was babble and drool.

Her limbs weighed a thousand pounds, her hands nearly impossible to lift from their position on ether side of her head, the bottom of her feet coming together, thighs spread open wide, her naked privates on full display to anyone who cared to look-- perfectly adopting the pose of an infant awaiting a diaper change!

“Come closer, Ms. Chen,” Wolfe said, beckoning fto her. “You’ll find this interesting. Thanks to my nanites, Wonder Woman now has three basic behavioural modes that I can switch between via simple voice command, as I just demonstrated. There’s Delta mode,” he explained clinically, “which is what you saw when we were entering the building: a toddler mode, if you would, where she can walk, talk, and use her motor skills, although at greatly diminished capacity. Then there’s Beta, or ‘Baby’ Mode, where her mobility is reduced to crawling, her vocal skills are reduced to only the most basic type of communication, and her motor skills are limited to what you would find in the average two year old.

“Which brings us to Alpha Mode,” he said with a sinister grin, making the half naked superheroine cringe and squirm on the changing table...

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“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.”

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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.”

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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.

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“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?”

 

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“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.

 

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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...

 

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“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!”

 

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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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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.

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[Highlock93]

Love this story 

Going to be so sad when it ends 

Can't wait to see what you do to the rest of the Amazons 

 

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“Yeah,” The Paddler said with a cool smile. “I think I’m going to enjoy this.” She was practically buzzing at the thought of getting her revenge on the woman responsible for her humiliation... or one of them, anyway.

In some ways, the past few weeks had been as embarrassing and uncomfortable for Ava “The Paddler” Harding as it had been for the former superheroines. After Betsy Wetsy used her powers on her, full blast, Ava was horrified to discover she had completely lost control of her bowels, resulting in the humiliation of spontaneously shitting herself at random. After a series of intrusive operations, Wolfe was able to install a bionic colon and anus, giving Ava total control...

... Well, almost. Wolfe had made it clear to her that he’d left himself backdoor access to all of her cybernetic upgrades, including her new bionic butthole. With the push of a button, he could make her pass gas, create the urge to defecate, or force her to outright soil herself, which he frequently did for his own amusement. Ava endured these periodic embarrassments for a mere chance to get back at the women who humiliated her... at least for the moment.

“I don’t know about you girls,” The Paddler said, bending over to make eye contact with Diana and smiling when the former amazon warrior flinched nervously, “but I’m in a good mood. In fact, I’m in such a good mood, I’m even willing to give this little brat a head start... what do you think, girls?”

The Milk Maid and Betsy Wetsy both nodded their approval. Having suffered their own humiliating defeats at the hands of the amazon princess, they both had little scores of their own to settle.

“OK, Baby: the hunt’s on!” The paddler said with a vicious laugh. “We’ll give you a five minute head start-- if you can find your way out of the maze, you’re free to go... but if we catch you, well... let’s just say you probably don’t want that to happen!”

From the floor, Diana attempted to glare fiercely from behind her pacifier. As an amazon warrior, retreat was generally not something she would do-- however, considering that she’d been stripped of her famous fighting prowess and was facing three enemies far more powerful than herself at the moment, she realized she had little choice.

Turning, Diana crawled for the exit on her hands and knees, big fluffy diapers crinkling loudly behind her with every move. Her ears burned when she heard the three villains laughing as she rounded the corner and made her way down the hall as quickly as she could go.

“Five minutes, babykins,” she heard the Paddler shout behind her, “and there we’re coming for that big ol’ diaper booty... I hope you’re ready!”

“Yeah,” Betsy said, surreptitiously pointing in the direction of Wonder Woman’s retreating diapered butt. Diana barely felt the twinge in her bladder that forced whatever pee she had left inside of her to dribble into her pampers.

Diana crawled as quickly as she could, praying to her gods for some kind of advantage to use against her foes. She tried to control her fear and still her pounding heart... but she still found herself crawling as fast as she could, blindly rounding corners, and quickly finding herself hopelessly lost in the labyrinth.

Eventually, she found herself out of breath, her hands and knees aching. She knew she had to put as much distance between her and her pursuers as possible-- but weeks of physical and mental conditioning had significantly reduced her strength and endurance, and the amazon warrior, once at the absolute peek of physical condition, was breathing hard and drenched in sweat after just a few minutes of exercise.

Settling back against her thickly padded bum, she leaned back against the wall, closing her eyes and trying to steady her breath, slow her heart rate, and calm her mind. Diana furrowed her brow, trying to dig up some of her training from her memories, but it was like her thoughts were wrapped in thick, sticky cotton she couldn’t sift through, and she began to grow frustrated... Wolfe had thoroughly regressed her, and it filled her with shame and anger.

“Where’s that little princess?”

The voice was distant, but still close enough that it made Diana sit up and cock an ear, listening.

“Where’s that big baby?” The voice came once more, closer now. “Where could she be?”

With her heart threatening to leap out of her chest, Diana rocked up onto her hands and knees again, crawling quietly towards the opening on the far side of the room.

“Come out, come out where ever you are!” The voice came again, driving Diana forward. She rounded the corner and pressed herself against the wall, cocking her head and straining her ears, sweating as she heard footfalls growing nearer...

 

 

 

Elizabeth Ann “Betsy Wetsy” Blaese was in a good mood-- and why not? She was dressed in one of her cutest outfits, a pink and white dress that was somehow simultaneously embarrassingly infantile and scandalously slutty: frilly, lacy, and ruffled, it was low cut to show off her magnificent cleavage, it’s hemline barely below her butt, showing off both her big puffy diaper and her gorgeous, womanly legs, encased in tight white stockings. A pair of pigtails and a set of shiny black patent Mary Jane shoes completed the look, and she strutted down the hallway with confidence.

Yeah, she was feeling pretty good. Things were starting to look up again. The Paddler had been eyeballing her sideways ever since the ‘incident’ in the store a few weeks ago. She couldn’t exactly blame Ava-- Betsy had been pretty unhappy when she’d been rendered incontinent herself, after all... but she still felt The Paddler was being unreasonable; it wasn’t like she’d done it on purpose!

All in all, The Paddler’s mood had much improved since Wolfe had installed her cybernetic asshole (even if it did provide him with ample opportunity to embarrass her.) But Betsy still didn’t trust her-- she knew the bitch was plotting her revenge. Betsy just hoped that having her way with Wonder Baby would satiate her appetite for vengeance, at least for a while.

Well well, she thought, grinning to herself when she rounded the corner and spotted her quarry cowering, her attention totally focused elsewhere. Suppressing the urge to laugh, Betsy crept up behind Diana, positioning herself for maximum effect. She grinned when the amazon leaned forward to peer around the corner once again, bending even farther this time, her bulbous diaper butt sticking up in the air behind her, presenting the perfect target, the material between her legs still dark and yellow from her earlier accident.

Well, if she thought pissing herself was bad...Betsy grinned, gathering up her energy, feeling the power building up inside her. Licking her lips with relish, she gestured towards the unsuspecting heroine and let her have it.

Diana instantly knew something was wrong when she felt the invisible psionic bolt make contact with her rear-end. Instantly, she felt a thousand pound weight drop inside of her, barrelling towards her colon at supersonic speed. With a reddening face, her anus went slack, and Diana’s mouth fell open in shock when she felt a warm, gooey gush come rumbling out of her butt and spatter into the seat of her diaper.

With an anguished grunt, the former Wonder Woman farted out another load of muddy brown diarrhea into the waiting seat of her pampers. Though the process took only a few seconds, Diana found her diaper nearly filled to the brim. Sweating and gasping, her body exhausted after her ordeal, Diana peeked over her shoulder and was greeted with the sight of a pamper that was full and bulging behind her, a large brown stain slowly spreading across the seat.

“EEEEWWWWW!” Betsy said, laughing and fanning her face theatrically. “Baby princess made a big, smelly diaper, didn’t she?”

Diana responded by grunting, farting out another big pile of poop into her pants, her guts cramping and boiling inside her... she knew there was probably more on the way.

 

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“Y’know, I thought princess’ shit wasn’t supposed to stink,” Betsy said, standing back and admiring her handiwork. The diaper and bonnet clad superheroine responded by grunting as she loudly blasted out another round of mushy poo-poo into her already packed pamper. Diana could only grunt, sweat, and drool. So powerful were the cramps in her stomach and the messy, flatulent detonations they produced in her diaper that Diana didn’t even try to stop them... she just stuck her butt up in the air and let her body force out a seemingly impossible amount of poop into her already bulging adult diapers.

“PHEW-WEE!” Betsy Wetsy complained, bending down daintily to pat the seat of Diana’s diapers. “You really funkified that diaper!”

Diana could do nothing but press her forehead to the floor, giving thanks to her gods that the mess seemed to have spattered to a stop... at least for the moment. Her nostrils flared, the stink of her diaper invading her cute, upturned nose.

“Y’know, princess, I have smelled some STINKY diapers in my time,” Betsy said teasingly, neglecting to mention that many of those smelly diapers were hers, “but this one takes the cake! I mean P-U, princess... I think it might be time to see a doctor!”

Diana simply grunted in response, a gooey farting sound bringing another round of mushy diarrhea. Betsy just laughed, bending down to give the seat of Wonder Woman’s bulging diaper a couple of gentle pats. “Well darling, it’s been fun... but the other girls want to have a word with you, and the game is hide and seek, so I guess it’s time for you to go.”

She emphasized this with an open palmed SWAT to the seat of Wonder Woman’s diaper, sending the disgraced superheroine crawling off unsteadily on all fours, hugely messy diaper squishing behind her with every move she made.

“Ta-ta, babykins,” Betsy mocked behind her, grinning as she watched the stained seat of Wonder Woman’s diaper waggling in the air behind her.

Diana, her hot, squishy diaper chafing her with every move she made, tried to keep her cool, but she found herself getting upset, tears stinging her eyes. She was supposed to be a proud warrior, in constant control of her body and emotions... but the hot muddy mess squishing against her buttocks and stinking up her general area was a constant reminder of her failure to maintain control. For the proud, powerful Amazon Princess, the humiliation was nearly overwhelming, and she couldn’t stop the fat tears from rolling down her cheeks.

 

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the maze, The Paddler was enjoying herself.

The past few weeks had been difficult for Ava, but things were starting to look up. Her new and improved bionic anus was functioning perfectly... She only farted or defecated when she felt like it now, and she possessed complete control over her bowels.

Well... almost complete. Wolfe had, of course, left himself with back door control over her new butt-hole, and he rarely let her forget it. Although he hadn’t used it to humiliate her in front of the others yet, she’d been forced to put on a couple of ‘performances’ for him, farting uncontrollably for his amusement, and once he’d sent her running from the room with a case of explosive diarrhea when she’d questioned his authority one time too many... but so far, she had no regrets.

She stalked the maze quietly, ears open and listening for any sign of her quarry, only the slight jingle of the paddles on her belt to distract her.

In the distance, she heard a small noise. Halting in place, Ava cocked her ear and listened again, holding her breath and closing her eyes.

There, she thought with a smile when she heard it again. Moving slowly and carefully, she tiptoed closer to the door on the south side of the room and stuck her head through, listening.

She heard the sound again, tiny, distant, but unmistakable... someone was softly crying as they moved through the halls. The Paddler’s suspicions were confirmed when she heard a large, muffled farting sound. It was the princess, alright, and from the sound of things she’d already run into Betsy.

Slowly, cautiously, moving without sound, she tiptoed down the hall towards her prey.

 

Fighting back tears, Diana continued crawling aimlessly, her messy pamper squishing behind her with every move she made. She knew she needed a plan, knew she had to find someway to hide, to escape, to fight back, damnit!

But after her encounter with Betsy Wetsy, Wonder Woman was having a hard time staying focused. In fact, far from thinking strategically, she found she was only able to feel sorry for herself. She was angry at herself, her years of stoicism and self control rendered null in the face of one messy diaper. Worse, her bowels were still giving her grief, and periodically, her stomach would cramp, and Diana would force out another gassy explosion into her pampers.

She had stopped to grunt out another noisy mess when she heard a sound behind her. Frantic, her heart hammering in her chest, she took off crawling as fast as she could, not knowing where she was going. She tried to listen for someone approaching from behind her, but all she could hear was the persistent ‘squish squish squish,’ of her messy diapers.

She rounded one corner, then another, frantically searching for some place to hide herself. Instead, she found herself at a dead end... and the sound of footsteps behind her were getting louder by the second.

 

The stink of a poopy diaper tickled her nose, and The Paddler smiled, knowing that she was closing in on the princess. She bit her lip to contain a smile and flexed her fingers, aching to deliver a spanking to the formerly haughty, superior superheroine... the messy diaper would be the cherry on top of her humiliation.

She pushed forward into the maze, following both the faint, muddy squishing noise, and the smell of poopy diapers, which got stronger the closer she got. At last Ava rounded the corner, grinning when her victim came into view.

Wonder Woman didn’t look like much of a hero now. Her eyes red and puffy from crying, she sat on her thickly pampered rump in the corner, sucking her thumb and sobbing. The stink of dirty diapers was gagging, and The Paddler was forced to pinch her nose shut as she approached.

“Well well well... what have we here?” She said smugly, looking down on the cowering former heroine with maximum contempt. “It kind of looks like Wonder Woman... except for the diapers, of course!” she said, laughing when Diana began sobbing anew. “Sure doesn’t SMELL much like a hero, though... Smells like a big, stinky diaper!”

Diana broke into loud sobs again, sucking her thumb even harder and squirming in her squishy pampers miserably. There was noting in the world she wanted more at this moment than a diaper change... but one look into Ava’s smug face let her know that there probably wasn’t one forthcoming.

“A big STINKY, WHINY BABY who needs an attitude adjustment... don’t you agree?” Ava grinned, taking a paddle from her belt and tapping it against her palm menacingly.

In the corner, Diana shook her head and slurped her thumb, cowering before her nemesis. The Paddler approached slowly, grinning, enjoying the reversal of power. When last they’d met, it had ended in Ava’s complete defeat and humiliation. Now, it was Wonder Woman waddling around with a big mushy load in her pants, and Ava was determined to enjoy every moment of her disgrace.

“You’ve been acting far too big for your britches, babykins,” Ava said with a chuckle. She pressed a hidden button on the wall, a simple bench rising up out of the floor in response. Settling down, she reached over, taking Diana roughly by the ear and tumbling her across her lap in one swift motion, grinning at the sight of her hugely inflated diaper. Diana shrieked and kicked, but The Paddler was easily able to hold her in place.

“You’ve needed this for a long time, you little brat,” Ava said, bringing the flat, hard paddle down on the seat of Diana’s pampers, squishing the mess inside against her smooth buttocks and making her squeal. “and now you’re gonna get it!”

 

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[christi]

Good story, thanks for sharing.

[Highlock93]

Great story thanks for posting it here