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Regression Crisis Issue Thirty Six
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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.
