Regression Crisis Issue Forty Six

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“This behaviour,” Nanny said, bringing her large, strong palm down on the seat of the sexy ex-villainess and current Adult Baby’s dirty diaper once again, “simply has to stop, Harley!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Harley replied, rolling her eyes, then wincing as another firm, open-handed swat to the seat of her pampers mushed the load inside even further over her cheeks and up her butt-crack. It was a lecture she’d heard a million times, even before she’d found herself in Wolfe’s weirdo nursery, and it was as boring now as it was back then.

“Don’t you ‘yeah yeah yeah’ me, you little brat!” Nanny growled, delivering another spank to the bulging seat of Harley’s diapers. “I mean it, missy: I won’t put up with you bullying and harassing the other girls anymore!”

“Whatever,” Harley muttered under her breath, wincing as she received another spank for her insolence. The once bulky and bulging load in her pants was thoroughly mushed and flattened up against her rump at this point, and the squirming she-clown could feel it caked thickly across her wriggling buttocks. Nevertheless, Harley refused to give Nanny the satisfaction of submitting (not to mention that the situation was really turning her on.)

“We’ll see if you’re so casual when you’re sitting on a red bottom as well as a messy one, young lady!” Nanny brought her hand down on Harley’s diapered tushy, the big, heavy load in her pants mushing up against her butt once more. She winced and kicked her legs, wondering exactly how much more the mess could possibly be squished... it felt like half of it was caked up her butt-crack already, which was filled up to the tip-top with a hot, gritty mess.

Nanny lectured and spanked for another few minutes, but Harley had largely tuned her out at this point. Her recent reversal of fortunes had her pussy sopping wet, and the sensation of being pinned across the larger, stronger woman’s lap and forced to take a spanking in her super dirty diaper was fuelling a perverted lust in her loins.

At last, the spanking ended, and Harley found herself placed gently onto the floor, squirming as she felt the mess further flattened between her butt and the carpet. She tried not to be too obvious as she wriggled on her bottom, shivering at the mushy, squishy sensations emanating from within her diaper as her bum got messier and messier. Nanny was still lecturing, but it was little more than the buzzing of a persistent fly in the background to Harley, who was far too focused on her messy diaper and throbbing pussy to pay attention.

Inside the diaper, her little kitty was throbbing, and it was all Harley could do to resist the urge to start rubbing herself through the front of the padding. Only the presence of Nanny was keeping her filthy desires in check... but she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out.

“Hey! Are you paying attention, Harley?!”

She snapped to attention at being suddenly called out. “Uhhh... yes?” She ventured, batting her eyes cutely at Nanny, who simply watched her with a scowl on her beautiful face.

“Oh really? What was I saying?” she asked, folding her arms under her ample bosom and crossing her legs, giving Harley a glance up her skirt, allowing her a look at Nanny’s sexy white panties.

“Ummm... be a good girl and get along better with the others?” Harley ventured, still looking up at her with maximum cuteness.

Nanny snorted derisively. “Lucky guess!” she said, throwing her hands up in exasperation. She had been watching Harley, and she was beginning to understand what the problem was. With a sigh, she reached up and began undoing her blouse, slowly revealing her beautiful, massive tits in a lacy white bra. Harley didn’t know exactly what was happening, but she watched, practically salivating as Nanny shrugged off her blouse, then lifted herself in her seat to begin shimmying out of her skirt.

“Lay back,” Nanny commanded firmly. The playhouse was nowhere big enough for her to stand, forcing her to slide slowly out of the chair and onto her knees. Harley eyed her curiously, drinking in the sight of this perfect vision of matronly womanhood, clad only in silky white bra and panties, gazing down at her with a superior smirk that made Harley’s heart pound against her rib-cage.

“Well, go on, you little brat,” Nanny encouraged reaching down to press the thick padding of the dirty diaper up against Harley’s squirming, sopping wet privates. “I know you want to. Show Nanny how you get off in your dirty little diapers.”

Harley was a little hesitant, caught off guard at Nanny’s request. She felt a little funny about it, but realized it was silly to worry about her dignity now... after all, this woman had cared for her in the most intimate ways imaginable for months now, had literally watched her use the potty and wiped her butt for her afterwords. Aw, what the hell? Harley thought, reaching down and beginning to rub herself through the front of her pampers, a noisy crinkling sound emerged. The sensation was pleasing, and she had to admit once again that the mess in her pants felt strangely good-- she couldn’t help wiggling a bit, flattening the bulge against her buttocks.

Nanny let out a throaty laugh, stretching onto all fours and crawling towards her like a cat, her body powerful, muscular and lean. Inside her tummy, Harley felt that familiar sexual tension building, and the closer Nanny got, the lower it sank, until it settled, warm and throbbing, somewhere between her legs. When nanny reached out and raked her nails across Harley’s bare tummy, the horny She-Clown twitched and gurgled excitedly, the motion of her hands against the front of her diaper growing more urgent.

“That’s it, you little pervert,” Nanny said with a throaty giggle, her fingers trailing down to join Harley’s between her legs. “You know, I caught you peeking up my skirt this morning.

Harley opened her mouth to protest, but it dissolved into a helpless gurgle when Nanny first popped a pacifier into her mouth, then pressed down even harder on her diapered pussy, the waves of pleasure emanating from within her dirty diaper rendering Harley helpless, even as the load smushed up even further between her buns, bringing a blush to her face. “Don’t try and deny it... I caught you red handed.”

Harley watched, curious, as Nanny reached below her waist with her free hand. “Here,” she said, deftly manipulating her panties free and holding them up for Harley to see. “Is this what you wanted to see? Well, here you go.”

Harley sat by stupidly as Nanny took the panties in both hands and gently draped them over Harley’s shocked face, arranging them so that the seat was against her nose and her eyes were visible through the leg holes. Nanny smiled down at her coldly, chuckling. “There. Now you can see them up close while you show me how you play with yourself in that filthy diaper.”

Harley gurgled shamefully, working her hands against her crotch, Nanny’s cruel laughter both filling her with shame and driving her to new heights of ecstasy. Her breathing was heavy, the material of the panties filled her mouth and nostrils with each breath. She caught a brief sniff of Nanny’s perfume on the fabric, along with other, more personal scents.

And just when she thought her situation couldn’t get more shameful, Harley felt her bowels roaring to life inside her once more, signalling another big, mushy dump in the near-future.