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Regression Crisis Issue Thirty Eight
🕑 Added 2021-04-19 15:52:16 +0000 UTCAnd now, on top of everything else, I'm having problems with the plumbing at the new house. This last year has been just one thing after another and I don't know how much more I can take...
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“Get that STINKY butt ready!” Ava said, positively giddy as she landed another medium-hard swat against the bulging seat of Diana’s diaper, sagging and lumpy from the mess she’d uncontrollably loaded it with. The princess squawked, no longer a superhero or an Amazonian warrior. She was now nothing but a whiny brat in a majorly messy diaper, about to take a spanking that some people would describe as long overdue.
The Paddler was one of those people, and she smiled tightly to herself as she brought her paddle down on the seat of the princess’ diaper, squishing the mess against Diana’s rump roughly. The princess let out a high-pitched squeal, her feet fluttering in the air behind her, the hot, mushy mess in the seat of her pants flattening against her rounded, womanly buttocks with a moist squish. She gasped and clawed the carpet in a futile attempt at escape... one that The Paddler effectively put an end to with another swat.
“You’re in for it now, you little brat!” Ava smiled, crinkling her nose against the stink that was growing more potent with every swat of the Paddle.
Tears sprang to Diana’s eyes, and she found herself biting her lip to keep from sobbing. Though the spanking wasn’t very painful, it was horribly embarrassing, and the sensation of the mess mushing against her rump and squishing up her buttcrack was disgusting, not to mention uncomfortable. The mess clung to her skin, slimy, hot, almost burning... Wonder Woman wondered, fighting back her sobs, if she was going to have a diaper rash on her dainty bottom when all this was over.
Ava, for her part, was glad to enjoy herself, and she brought her paddle down at a nice, leisurely pace. She had rarely had, in her opinion, such a deserving target over her lap, and she was determined to have a little fun at the princess’ expense. She thrilled at the warm firmness of the gorgeous, womanly body over her lap-- one of the most beautiful bodies in the world, most would have said. Her pussy tingled as she brought the paddle down once more, drawing and anguished groan from Wonder Woman.
The past few weeks had been fraught with humiliation and frustration for Ava. Her bout with incontinence was the worst she’d ever felt in her life; the loss of control, so central to her sense of identity, had nearly driven her insane. Her deal with Wolfe felt more like a deal with the devil every day-- especially when she found out he’d given himself control over her, and he intended to use it to keep her in line... or just humiliate her for his amusement.
But when she was spanking the former heroine, those worries dropped away, and The Paddler felt carefree and in control of herself once more. She landed another heavy swat against the seat of Wonder Woman’s bulging diaper, laughing when she heard the powerful warrior princess finally burst into tears.
“Oh precious,” she smirked, pausing to rub the back of her poopy diapers with the flat of the paddle, the mess squishing lightly as she pressed. “We’re just getting started!”
Diana broke down into heaving sobs, pounding the floor in frustration when she felt another hard swat impact against her majorly messy diaper, feeling the load flatten against her once again. She was blanketed in a thick, poopy stench that was only growing worse with each heavy handed swat to her increasingly messy tushy. The heroine sobbed, wallowing in self pity.
Her feet kicked wildly behind her, and she scratched at the carpet frantically trying to escape... like an animal in a trap, she thought grimly, fat, salty tears running down her cheeks.
Diana didn’t think her situation could get any worse, but she was proven wrong when she felt her bowels acting up again. Frantically, she clenched her buttocks and crossed her ankles, sweat pouring down her face. Wonder Woman gritted her teeth, determined that she wouldn’t humiliate herself again.
But an especially hard spank made a mockery of that determination, and Diana could only let out an anguished cry as she loudly soiled herself once more over the Paddler’s knee.
“Oh baby!” Ava cried, bringing the paddle down on Diana’s backside, even as she messed herself, her diaper growing even bulkier and stained behind her, with squishy, flatulent accompaniment. “Did that mean ol’ Betsy give you an upset tummy?” The Paddler asked, faux-sweet as she brought the paddle down the back of Diana’s diaper, which was getting lumpy and saggy behind her. “Well, maybe now you know how I’ve been feeling for the past couple of weeks,” she growled, unsympathetic, bringing the paddle down once more before Diana had finished loading her pants.
Within moments, the stink rising from Diana’s diapers had gone from not too bad to positively toxic. Pinching her nose regally, Ava fanned Wonder Woman’s backside with her paddle, attempting to waft the stench away.
“Dear god!” she complained with a cough, “you stink like an outhouse, young lady!”
Diana just sobbed incoherently, humiliated and uncomfortable. She gave a brief squeal when The Paddler unceremoniously rolled her from her lap, causing her to land heavily on the seat of her messy diaper.
“That dirty diaper is just far too stinky for me to deal with, Princess,” the Paddler said with a cold laugh. “I simply refuse to deal with that absolute STENCH any longer, young lady! You can just get that messy bottom out of here... there’s someone else that wants to meet you, anyway.
“Go on... get that smelly butt out of here!” She said, leaning down to give Diana’s padded bottom another solid swat, further squishing the mess against her.
With all thoughts of maintaining her dignity totally forgotten, Wonder Baby crawled from the room as fast as she could in her comically loaded pampers, wailing at the top of her lungs like an infant who wanted a diaper change, tears running down her beautiful face as she frantically crawled out of the room and down the hallway.
Diana had no idea how long she crawled like that, bawling without restraint like she hadn’t done since she was a little baby, her poop packed pampers wobbling behind her. The stench had grown unbearable, and there was nothing she wanted to do more than tear that diaper off her body and leave it behind her for good.
But her conditioning had left her unable to even touch her pampers, let alone take them off. And so she crawled, weeping piteously, with nothing left to do but prey for the gods to have mercy on her-- and to provide her with someone, anyone, who would change her ultra-messy diaper.
So she forced herself forward, her bawling eventually subsiding into pathetic, self-pitying sobbing and whimpering, diaper squishing audibly with every move behind her, the poopy stench following her every move, like a punishment out of mythology. She wondered, not for the first time since her ordeal began, why the gods had seemingly abandoned her. Was she being punished? Had she been too prideful-- too arrogant? She certainly seemed to have overestimated her own abilities.
And then, she heard it-- somewhere far in the distance-- someone was singing sweetly, their voice soft, feminine, and very inviting. In the past, Diana would have been suspicious, expecting some sort of a trap. But in her current condition, all she could do was wonder if she had, at last, found someone who would aid her.
The voice was warm and inviting, like a caress from a lover. Diana now had a goal, something to focus on as she made her way through the maze. The journey was rather long, especially on hand and knee, and there were a few dead ends that forced her to turn around, retrace her steps, and find a new way forward.
Having the voice to focus on made the task more bearable. The lovely, silky lilt of the singing soothed her, pushing her troubles and discomfort from her mind, relaxing her. Even her setbacks provided only a mild sense of frustration, the voice encouraging her, making her even more determined to find a new path.
At last, she could hear the voice clearly, and knew she’d almost arrived at her destination. She took a left, then a right, and then it was just a straight shot down the hall... she was sure the singing was emanating from the room at the far end.
Diana crawled towards the voice as quickly as she could, her dirty diaper waggling in the air behind her, her goal tantalizingly within her reach.
Comments
I hope the lady singing is the Milk Maid and we finally get to see Diana get breastfed by her. I have waited a while to see her back in the story.
