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Regression Crisis Issue Forty Three
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With a series of gross, squishy farting sounds, Harley filled her diaper with a sloppy brown mess, alternately grunting and straining softly to herself, followed by breathy sighs and giggles of relief. Beneath her, the former Supergirl squirmed in displeasure, her stomach rolling when she felt the rumble and spatter of Harley’s mess through the diaper against her trim midriff.
“Ewww!” she said babyishly, watching the seat of Harley’s diaper expand, going lumpy and dark behind her. Crinkling her nose as the stink began to emerge, she wanted to fan her face or pinch her nostrils shut... but Harley had pinned her arms at her sides with her legs, and with her powers robbed by regular red-sun treatments and kryptonite enemas, there was little Kara could to but try and get used to the stink.
“Huuuhhh....” Harley grunted softly to herself, a strong, steady flow of lumpy brown mush blorping and squishing audibly into the increasingly packed seat of her pampers. Kara felt the grunting clown girl squirming and wriggling on top of her. She silently gagged to herself when she realized Harley was grinding her pampered pussy against her, even as the demented she-clown grunted and dumped a big ol’ poopy load into her pants.
“SSSTTTTOOOOOOOPPP!” Kara whined, wiggling and kicking her legs frantically beneath Harley’s weight, desperate to escape from the ever-growing stink that was building around them with every second. Her own diaper was getting all mushed against her dainty little bottom, and all she wanted to do was get a change-- but it seemed ‘big sister’ Harley had other plans, and Kara simply wasn’t strong enough to stop the Clown Princess of Crime from having her wicked way with her.
“Stick a soother in it, Superbrat!” Harley said between grunts and squishes. “I’m nearly finished!”
Harley wasn’t lying: A few more grunts produced a few more gassy farts and squishes, and she was soon sighing in relief, enjoying the lightness in her colon-- and the matching weight and heat in the seat of her diapers. With a breathy giggle, she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her diaper against the frantically squealing and squirming Supergirl beneath her.
“Harley, please!” Kara begged, feeling pretty far from super at the moment. “Let me up! I don’t like this!”
But the sexy blonde clown just emitted a breathy chuckle, still grinding up against her victim in her loaded, stinky pampers. Inside her diaper, the mushy load squished wetly, smushing up against her buttocks and getting caked up into her ass-crack. “What’s the matter? Aren’t you having fun?”
“It’s so STINKY!” Kara complained, her feet thudding against the floor in her failed efforts to escape.
Again, Harley just laughed in response. “Oh come on! You know you like it...”
She pushed backwards thrusting her diapered rump out behind her, giggling mischievously, her messy butt inching closer and closer to Supergirl, who redoubled her struggles, having no desire to get any closer to Harley’s dirty diaper.
Sweat trickled down Kara’s forehead and she let out an anguished cry as the stink of Harley’s mess grew more potent by the second. “Harley, stop!” she pleaded, watching, horrified, as the dirty diaper came closer and closer to her face.
“‘Waahh Waahh... stop it Harley!’” the clown mimicked in a mocking voice. “‘Boo hoo! I’m too much of a pretty little princess to deal with poopy diapers... except my own!’” Harley mocked with a peal of evil laughter, reaching down to give Kara’s messy diaper a squish with her hand.
“Quit it!” Kara cried, squirming and kicking helplessly.
“‘Quit it!’” Harley mimicked cruelly, shimmying backwards until her messy butt was planted on Kara’s chest, inching closer and closer to her upturned nose. Supergirl squealed and squirmed, but as Harley’s poop packed pampers came within inches of her face, she seemed powerless to prevent the inevitable. “Get ready to kiss my diaper, Superstinker!”
“Harleen Quinzel! Just what are you up to, young lady?!”
Harley froze in place when she heard the voice, her heart sinking. Now she was in for it!
With a slow turn, Harley shot a peek over her shoulder and confirmed her worst fears... she’d just been caught by one of the Nannies!
As quickly as she could, she dismounted Kara and took up a position on her knees on the floor next to her, trying to look innocent. “Nothing, nanny,” she said, trying to look angelic. “We were, uh... we were just playing, ma’am.”
“She tried to rub her poopy diaper in my face!” Kara cried.
“Quiet, you little squealer,” Harley whispered, reaching out to pinch Kara’s squirming thigh, drawing a cry from the former heroine.
“Harley!” The Nanny snapped as she made her way into the playhouse. “Keep your hands to yourself!”
“Sorry,” the clown-brat muttered under her breath, glaring sullenly, knowing she was likely to be in for a punishment, but still hoping to find some way to weasel out.
The Nanny’s nose crinkled, her expression growing sour when she fully entered the playhouse. “Ew! It stinks like an outhouse in here! What’ve you two been up too?” she asked suspiciously, looking them over with her hands on her hips.
She helped Kara to her feet, then immediately started giving her a thorough diaper check, squeezing and patting the seat of her pampers, finding them heavily messed.
“This diaper is packed with poopy, young lady! Why didn’t you come and ask for a change?”
“She wouldn’t let me, ma’am!” Kara said, eagerly pointing to Harley. “She pinned me down and sat on me. And then she DELIBERATELY pooped her pants,” Supergirl tattled happily, noting with satisfaction the way Harley blushed and squirmed.
The Nanny turned to Harley and gave her a stern look. “Is this true, Harley?”
The former villainess shrugged and pouted, guiltily. “She started it,” Harley muttered lamely in one last attempt at saving herself.
The Nanny wasn’t buying it. “Off you go, Kara,” she said, sending the ex-Supergirl on her way with a pat to her squishy, smelly rear-end. “You go see one of the other nurses about getting that messy diaper changed. I think your playmate and I have to have a little talk.”
Glancing back in Harley’s direction, she gave the frowning she-clown a little smirk before exiting the playhouse, leaving her rival alone with the Nanny.
“I’ve had enough of your naughtiness, young lady!” Nanny lectured sternly, leaving Harley with little to do but stare at the floor and blush. “Every day, it’s something new with you, Harley. What’re we going to do about this behaviour? Hmm? I’m talking to you, little one.”
Shrugging, Harley continued avoiding the woman’s gaze. Her cheeks were hot and red, and part of her was quite turned on by being scolded by a big, sexy woman while she stood squirming in a poopy diaper.
Too tall to use the small chairs in the playhouse, the Nanny took a seat on the floor with her long legs stretched out in front of her. Reaching out to take Harley by the hand, she guided the wayward Adult Baby beauty across her broad lap face down, poopy pampered patootie pointed towards the ceiling. Nanny reached out and patted her messy backside, tisking softly, making Harley shiver.
“Dear oh dear... what are we going to do with you, young lady?” The Nanny asked with a sigh, reaching out to stroke and pat the seat of Harley’s poopy pampers before drawing her hand back to deliver the first swat.
