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The Hardest Thing - Chapter 8
🕑 Added 2023-11-04 12:00:02 +0000 UTCDiana's hopes for finding that this time around, however, were almost immediately dashed. She wasn't sure if she would have noticed it had she not been thinking about it, had that not been what this whole exercise was about, but it was apparent as soon as she saw the other her squirming uncomfortably on the oversized chair of a late night talk show set.
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"So, Wonder Woman," the host chuckled, "why do you wear a skirt now? Did those bloomers get too chilly for you?"
Diana blushed and shifted in her seat. "O-Oh, no reason," she shrugged. "I thought it was time for a change..."
She cringed at that choice of words. She'd known she should have gone without them for today, or at least for this appearance; she'd requested they talk about almost anything else, but of course they hadn't stuck to that. She could hardly blame them, though... It seemed like it was all anyone wanted to talk about lately. That didn't mean she was happy about being taken by surprise live, forcing her to think on her feet.
"Come on, now," the host smirked, leaning in a little closer. "You can tell me! It'll be just between us!" The laughter of the audience made it clear how ridiculous that statement was, even disregarding the cameras broadcasting this. "This big of a rebrand out of nowhere is basically unprecedented! You look great, of course..." He paused as the audience clapped, only making Diana's blush deepen, "but there must be a story here! Are we going to have to use that lasso of yours to hear it?"
"No!" Diana snapped, voice cutting through another round of laughs from the audience. "That isn't a toy."
"No, no, of course not," he tried to smooth it out. "You didn't even bring it anyway."
She forced a smile onto her face, doing her best to sound like she was joking back as she said, "Well, I didn't expect to be ambushed here," as she got him a pointed glare.
He grinned mischievously. "You can't blame a guy for trying."
"Sure," she replied flatly. "But you know I'm here to talk about our new initiative, the..."
Why couldn't they have sent Clark to handle this? He was good at this sort of thing, and Diana was certain he would never have gotten a question like that, even if he had completely switched up the colors on his costume, or stopped wearing his cape, or...
Actually, she more she pondered that, the less positive she was about it. They'd definitely ask... They might not press as hard about it, but, at the same time, he probably wouldn't mind letting them in on his reason for it. More likely, the reason it felt so relentless to her, so embarrassing, was because there was no way she was going to confess to what had prompted this.
In all honesty, it felt like she shouldn't have to, like it was so obvious... Every time she'd moved, she'd been terrified that the studio's microphones would pick it up, yet she couldn't help it, couldn't sit still, feeling this many eyes on her, scrutinizing her - and especially her costume, thanks to the way this interview had begun - hopefully never suspecting that, beneath that new skirt she was wearing, she was diapered like a little baby.
She wasn't sure what had triggered it, why, suddenly, she'd started wetting her pants. Initially, it hadn't been terrible, though it was a weird thing to happen out of nowhere, even if it was only a trickle or two now and then. Before long, however, it was happening more often, and worse, until she was terrified it might occur in the middle of a fight. When she pooped her pants, it became clear what she had to do, at least temporarily, no matter how humiliating it was.
Diapers were bigger than she'd expected, and wearing them beneath her bloomers was very much not an option, as she was able to tell from the first time she tried it. She'd hoped the skirt over top would be a good compromise... They looked as similar to the bloomers in terms of fabric and pattern as possible, to ease the transition, theoretically keep people from paying it too much mind... And so that she could wear the bloomers over her diapers, have them blend in and hopefully hide the padding if anyone got a peek beneath the skirt, although treating them like a diaper cover felt almost sacrilegious, somehow.
At the same time, she couldn't deny that there was something about it that turned her on. She wouldn't say that she wanted this to happen, that she liked having to run around the city, fighting crime, in diapers... But the embarrassment of it all, standing in her apartment, anyway, looking at herself in the mirror, diapers bulging out beneath her bloomers... It tickled something in the back of her mind, and between her legs.
It was just too bad that it had to coincide with this television appearance. Maybe, some day, after she'd figured out what was wrong with her and fixed it, she could look back on this and laugh, knowing the secret she was hiding... As it was, she simply wished everyone would leave her alone and let her deal with it, and enjoy her blooming interest, in peace.
This show was definitely not the place for that, however... And it was about to become even less so.
"You shut your mouth, villain!" somebody ordered from off-stage. "We've heard enough out of you, imposter!" Diana frowned, confused, seeing the host's head turn before hers did the same, blinking as she saw, approaching from the wings... Herself.
It wasn't really, of course, but she couldn't deny that it looked like her, perhaps even more than she did right now, as she was wearing her normal costume, bloomers and all. Some of the audience clapped, thinking it was part of the show, while others turned, whispering to one another uncertainly.
"Uh... Wonder Woman?" the host said.
"Yes?" Both Diana and the other Wonder Woman answered, then turned to look at one another, Diana rising up out of the chair, readying herself for a fight.
"I don't know who this is," Diana told the host, as calmly as she could manage, "but it might be a good idea to evacuate the...."
"No, no," 'Wonder Woman' shook her head. "There's no need for that. She just doesn't want the world to see me defeat her and reveal her for who she really is."
"Don't believe her!" Diana insisted. "I'm the real Wonder Woman!"
"Come on," the imposter scoffed. "You can see through that, can't you? She isn't even wearing the right costume! And just you wait until you see why..."
Diana swallowed a gasp, the expression on her own face making her certain that, whoever this was, they weren't guessing... They knew, somehow, what she had beneath her skirt. "W-Wait, no!" she squeaked, stomach churning as her mirror image rushed across the stage, grabbing for her skirt, trying to lift it up, to show everyone the poofy padding underneath.
It didn't help that Diana had been taken by surprise, that she was still reeling from the appearance of this person, that she was desperately attempting to fend her off without doing anything that would do the job for this person, cause her to flash her diaper. There were definitely people recording this, after all, people who would go through it, frame by frame, intrigued by what the imposter had said, even if Diana managed to defeat her...
So she was more concerned by that, really, than by the rope that was being wound around her arms as the other her avoided her punches. It was possible this was a man - the Duke of Deception had used his powers of illusion to disguise himself as her before, after all - but, usually, in those cases, it was only the physical appearance that changed, and as far as she could tell, it didn't sound like a man imitating her voice.
A woman tying her up wouldn't do anything; it might help, even, letting them believe they had her trapped, giving her the chance to collect herself, then turn the tables, take them by surprise. A man doing it, on the other hand, was one of her few weaknesses.
And then, 'Wonder Woman' tossed one end of the rope to the host with a jovial, "Could you give that tug for me?"
A shiver ran down Diana's spine as she spun, panic setting in. "Oh, I-I don't know if I should get involved..." the host mumbled, as Diana turned to face him, to tell him not to do it...
That only made him panic, doing exactly as the imposter had requested, pulling the rope, tightening it around Diana's arms. Whether the imposter was a woman or not, the host decidedly was not, and even if he hadn't meant to, he had just bound her. She gasped, feeling her powers draining away, leaving her standing there, helpless, on television, the warmth dribbling into the padding taped around her waist emphasizing her defeat.
"There we are," 'Wonder Woman' declared, taking the rope back, giving it a tug, Diana stumbling closer to her. "Why don't you tell everyone who you really are?"
"I-I'm Wonder Woman!" Diana sniffed, though she could hardly have blamed anyone for not believing her... It barely felt real to her in the moment.
'Wonder Woman' pulled the rope again, dragging Diana right up to her. "It's too bad this villain stole my Lasso of Truth, or she'd be telling a different story," she said. "Don't worry, everyone, I'll get it back soon enough."
"Who is she, then?" the host asked breathlessly.
"I-I'm Wonder Woman..." Diana insisted, stomping her foot, cheeks burning, the words feeling more and more absurd every time she had to reassert them.
"You aren't fooling anyone anymore," the imposter told her, feeding right into Diana's fears. "Especially not when they see this!"
Diana's eyes widened, seeing 'Wonder Woman' reach for her skirt again. "No, no, no," she whimpered, shaking her head, yet unable to do anything, unable to keep it, and her bloomers, from being pulled down, her diapers exposed.
She groaned, seeing the audience begin whispering again, chuckling, leaning in closer, staring. "No, stop!" she pleaded, squeezing her thighs together frantically.
"What's wrong?" the imposter mocked, sliding a hand between Diana's legs, easily pushing them apart, cupping the padding in its hand. "Don't you want everyone to see how soggy you are?" The chatter in the studio intensified, people laughing, bragging about how they'd been able to tell before anything had been said about it. "You see? How can this be Wonder Woman? I'd never be caught dead running around in a wet diaper!"
Diana turned back towards the host desperately. "N-No, you can't believe her!" she begged, even though, in the pit of her stomach, she knew how it looked, how anyone, seeing this image, would side with the Wonder Woman not helpless squirming there, unable to defend herself, diapers on display for the world to see.
"Who is it, then?" the host asked.
"This," the imposter declared, giving Diana's diaper a satisfied pat, seeing that the plan had worked, "is a little troublemaker named Lya."
Of course! Diana couldn't believe she hadn't thought of that before... She'd even considered the villain's father for a moment before writing him off as a possible culprit thanks to the voice. It hadn't occurred to her that it could be the Duke of Deception's daughter.
"N-No, she's Lya!" Diana told everyone, wriggling in her bonds futilely. "She's the Daughter of Deception! You can't believe anything she says! She's...!"
"She's a little brat, sent here to do her Daddy's bidding," Lya finished for her, turning Diana around, pushing her over the host's desk, leaving her padded posterior pointing right out at the cameras, giving them the perfect view as she gave it a hard swat.
"Ow!" Diana gasped, the loss of her powers making the impact seem far, far more painful than it should have, especially through her diaper.
"She was coming on here to try to convince all of you that the Duke of Deception has had a change of heart, and that we need to ally ourselves with the forces of Mars," Lya announced.
"We'd have to be pretty stupid to side with someone called the Duke of Deception," the host quipped.
"You'd think so," Lya agreed, grinning down at the squirming Diana. "And you'd have to be even stupider to think that anyone would buy that story." She gave Diana's bottom another smack. "But she never was very clever, or very mature, if you couldn't have guessed from the diapers... In my experience, the only thing that gets through to her is a nice, hard spanking."
"No!" Diana squealed, a frightened spurt of pee soaking into her diaper. "Pl-Please, no!"
"Then be a good girl and drop this illusion," Lya said, stroking her hair. "You aren't fooling anyone anymore, so there's no point in keeping it up..."
Diana couldn't do that, of course, and the imposter knew that, soaking in her frantic whimpering as she thrashed helplessly on the host's desk, heart pounding at the thought of what was about to happen.
"No?" Lya smirked after a long pause. "All right, then... If you insist."
Diana had time to let out one more panicked, "No!" before the spanking began in earnest, the other her's hand striking down over and over against the seat of her diaper, the flesh beneath growing pink and swollen as Diana bawled over the desk, so distracted that she barely noticed the growing discomfort in her tummy until Lya paused, leaning down next to her ear.
"Did you enjoy your soup?" she purred. "It was my own special recipe that ought to provide us with the perfect climax for this little show."
Suddenly, it all snapped together in Diana's mind. How could Lya have known what she'd had for lunch before she came here, unless she'd been watching her? Or unless she'd delivered it, using another one of her illusions to disguise herself. The accidents had started after Diana had begun using a new delivery app, but she'd ordered from plenty of different places, had new delivery people hand it off every time...
Which didn't matter if her opponent could make themselves look however they wanted. Lya must have been drugging her, eroding her control, waiting until she'd given in and accepted that she needed a little protection before making her move, revealing her secret, humiliating her...
She groaned, her stomach cramping. This couldn't be happening, not here, not now... But, without her powers, she was no match for whatever Lya had put into her soup, and she felt her body give a push, felt the back of her diaper begin to swell, a load of warm, sticky mush quickly oozing into the bulky padding.
"Wait," Lya pretended to be surprised, "what's happening here? What are you doing? You're not..."
Diana shook her head weakly, head spinning with shame as Lya drew attention to it, made sure everyone noticed, that everyone knew what was going on. "You naughty girl!" Lya swatted her one last time, Diana squeaking as the mess shifted and squelched at the contact. "Pooping your pants on live television? Honestly... See, everyone? There's no way she can be Wonder Woman, whether she wants to admit it or not! Wonder Woman would never do that!"
Diana's face was burning as she was tugged up off the desk, spun around to face the audience, the cameras, still grunting softly, helplessly filling her diaper right after she'd been spanked like a bad little girl. "Isn't that right?" Lya demanded. "You aren't Wonder Woman, are you?"
Diana knew she ought to continue to deny it, ought to tell everyone the truth... But how could she do that now?! It was better, letting them believe she was someone else, rather than confessing to the shameful deeds that they'd all seen her do. And she certainly didn't feel like Wonder Woman right now, bottom throbbing, diaper sagging. Silently, she shook her head.
"Good girl," Lya smiled triumphantly, patting her on the head. "Now, why don't you toddle over to the corner while I finish up my interview, and I'll deal with you when I'm finished?"
Meekly, Diana obeyed, seeing no other choice, having to stand there, squirming, while she listened to Lya pretend to be her, telling everyone how Mars was, in fact, planning to attack, how they needed to ignore any offer of peace they might make and attack them first. Diana knew this was all part of the squabble between father and daughter, a way for Lya to try to overthrow the Duke... But how could she make anyone believe her now, when she'd been so utterly humiliated, while Lya was wearing her face, looking so much stronger, more mature, more heroic...
And the worst part was how tingly that made her between her legs, how weak her knees got, thinking about her defeat, thinking about what Lya had made her do. She'd had plenty of close calls, but nothing quite like this, and, somehow, it was so very different. She had to wonder if Lya was behind this, too, if whatever she'd put in her food had done more than make her have accidents. As much easier as that would be to accept, she had a feeling that wasn't it, that this had been hiding inside her all along.
"That was incredible," the host told Lya during the break. "Thank you so much! I never would have guessed..."
"She's a crafty one," Lya replied. "You were a big help, too."
"Oh, I don't know about that," the host chuckled. "I mean, I pulled on a rope, that isn't..."
"Trust me," Lya said. "That helped more than you know. Of course, if you want to do a little more, maybe have a bit of a photo op..."
Diana had no idea what was going on until Lya grabbed her, turning her around, letting her out of the corner at last, taking her back over to the desk where she saw the host holding a collar, open and waiting to be locked around her neck. Diana whimpered, another trickle of urine making its way into her well-used diaper. Would that count as binding her, if he fastened that onto her? Lya couldn't keep her tied up with this rope constantly, but if the collar worked, if it counted as her being bound by a man... Well, that could stay on her, keep her powerless, for a very, very long time...
"Y-You can't," she told the host, her voice quiet, weak. She didn't know if it was because of everything she'd been through, or if, maybe, she didn't really want him to hear.
"She's not going to bite, is she?" the host asked worriedly.
"No, no," Lya chuckled, patting Diana's bottom. "She wouldn't dare, not now... Isn't that right, Lya?"
Diana watched helplessly as the collar was placed around her neck, breath quickening as she felt it being tightened slightly, unable to fully swallow a moan as she heard, and saw, the lock click into place.
Lya attached a leash to the collar, giving it a tug, Diana waddling obediently after her. "You know," Lya mused as she led her out of the studio, "I could take you off to prison if I wanted, or maybe Arkham Asylum... I had thought about making you serve in my army to help me defeat my father, but you're useless without your powers, and I can't trust you with them... This has all been an awful lot of fun, though, so maybe I ought to keep you as my own personal baby slave. What do you think about that?"
Diana didn't trust herself to answer that, was terrified that she'd reveal the truth, that she'd let out another moan as the heat built up inside of her at the thought.
She didn't have to, Lya smirking at the sight of her squirming there, face bright red, thighs rubbing together, making her diaper crinkle loudly in the tight hallways of the television studio. "I had a feeling you'd say that," Lya said, giving the leash a tug. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun together, little brat..."
