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Regression Crisis Issue Thirty Three
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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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