princesspottypants

A Normal Rescue

Published: September 27th 2020, 1:15:27 am

So sorry for the late post, accidentally set it to 10 pm instead of am again!

Here's this month's Community Caption! This wasn't a part of the prompt, but I decided to make it a sequel to these captions. Picture property of ABDreams.

It was supposed to be a simple rescue operation, nothing more. Clarke was one of the few superheroes powerful enough to stand on her own, not to need some team to fight with, or to raise her brand awareness - from what she understood, in a lot of cases, it was more the latter that motivated heroes nowadays. She stood alone, as The Valkyrie, able to fly, to punch through buildings, to shoot beams from her eyes that could melt most Earth metals... Whatever was going on, whoever this new villain was, Clarke knew she was overkill, but she could see why she'd been hired anyway; if the group went to another team, they'd be admitting that they were too weak on their own, that whoever they turned to was better, more capable. Going to The Valkyrie didn't have that stigma, since that was just common knowledge.

The two heroes that had vanished were fairly new, too, and Clarke had felt bad for them. Their team was playing coy about what, exactly, had happened to them, why their other members didn't feel equipped to handle it on their own, but Clarke was always happy to see other women joining the fight, and to lose them so soon would have been a tragedy. It was her responsibility to do this, to save them from whoever, or whatever, had defeated them, and get them back on patrol.

As powerful as she was, it was hard to judge how difficult something would be for another hero, so, while it seemed quite easy to fight her way through the robotic nurses guarding the pair, Clarke did her best not to judge them, to wonder why they couldn't have gotten out on their own... Or simply avoided capture in the first place. 

It was much harder to withhold judgement once she found the room where they were being held, however, kicking open the door to reveal the two superheroes sitting and playing with blocks as they sucked away on oversized pacifiers, wearing nothing more than hugely thick, disposable diapers... The one on the smaller one, the girl Clarke had been told was the Scarlet Sage, supposedly a genius, looking rather lumpy, a light brown stain forming on the backside.

Even The Valkyrie was taken aback by that, unsure of how to react, or what to say. There were plenty of villains who wanted to not just defeat the heroes who came after them, but humiliate them... This was a whole other level, though, far beyond anything she had ever seen. "A-Are you two... okay?" she asked hesitantly.

And that was when the Scarlet Sage opened her mouth, wailed out, "Mommy!"

"Don't worry, dear," the woman said calmly, Clarke barely suppressing a jump of surprise, somehow, despite her super-hearing, not having heard her approach from behind. She looked quite unassuming, a young woman in a simple, flowery dress, but Clarke knew that appearances could be deceiving. "Mommy's here. I won't let the bad lady hurt you."

"I don't know what you did to them," The Valkyrie declared, "but I'm not going to let you get away with it."

The woman smirked, cocked her head. "You're not? Well, I'd certainly like to see you try."

Clarke didn't wanted to kill the woman, or hurt her too badly, and she had no idea if she had any damage resistance, so she pulled her punch... Not that it mattered, since it never made contact. The woman gave a simple clap of her hands, and suddenly, the room was inundated with music, pounding especially loud in Clarke's ears, stopping her in her tracks. Instantly, she could tell something was wrong with it, her vision beginning to soften, her head spinning. 

"It's wonderful to see you, Clarkie," the woman smirked. "I think you're going to fit right in. Don't worry about your pesky powers... My hypnosis is taking care of them as we speak. Before long - maybe already - you're going to be as weak as a newborn baby."

How did she known her name?! The Valkyrie whimpered, closing her eyes for a moment, trying to shake the effects of the music off, knowing, as sensitive as her hearing was, there was no use trying to cover her ears. Desperately, she swung again, but the woman didn't flinch, a sight Clarke wasn't used to seeing, even from her toughest foes. Was she right? Was this hypnosis truly powerful enough to make her that confident she could survive a strike from The Valkyrie? 

It was certainly enough to make Clarke doubt herself, for a moment, as the woman reached up and caught her fist. "Here," she said gently. "Let's get you properly dressed..."

Clarke gulped, looking at the other two heroes worriedly, slowly realizing she was about to become one of them. "B-But..." Her eyes widened as she was led towards the changing table, bringing that terrifying thought closer and closer to reality. "Wh-Who are you?!" she demanded.

"Oh, sweetie," the woman grinned, "you can just call me Mommy."

In no time whatsoever, Clarke had been diapered up, her costume tossed aside, replaced with a tiny, pink PJ shirt, and a bulky, white diaper, before she was led to another room like this one, another adult-sized nursery, and tucked into a crib. "A little rest will do you a world of good," the woman - who Clarke had little choice but to call 'Mommy', as much as she hated it, having nothing else to address her, or think of her, as - kissed her on the forehead, leaving her alone in the faint darkness, lit by a nightlight... And accompanied by the hypnotic music.

She knew the hypnosis had to be working, just because of Mommy's lack of reaction to her punch... How much damage had it done? She had a feeling her super-hearing wasn't helping matters, was likely speeding them up... The bars of the crib were thick, yes, but they were also wood, and they would have stood no chance against her fists, or she could have melted them with her eye beams...

But she didn't get the opportunity to try, because Mommy had tucked her in too tightly. She squirmed and whimpered under her covers, cheeks burning in rage and humiliation, although she knew if she couldn't even escape some blankets, she was no match for the bars... Or anything else. She'd been defeated, briefly, in the past, but never so quickly, or thoroughly... 

She tried to fire her eye beams - it was probably a good thing they didn't work, since, if they'd caught the bars on fire, she wouldn't have been able to escape - but the only thing escaping from her eyes were tears as she helplessly wiggled, diaper crinkling loudly, one more mortifying reminder of her ignoble defeat. 

She held out as long as she could, but, eventually, even The Valkyrie had to pee, and, unable to get out of the crib, she'd been forced to wet her diaper, which was how Mommy had found her the next morning. Clarke tried to keep ahold of the covers, to hide it as long as possible, yet, to her surprise, Mommy wasn't mad, didn't make fun of her...

"Such a good girl!" she gushed instead, leading Clarke by the hand over to the changing table. "Here, you deserve a treat!" She reached into the pocket of her dress, pulling out a small piece of candy. On principle, Clarke didn't want to eat it at first, but it did distract her, for a few moments, from the humiliating diaper change she was being faced with, so she caved before too long.

"You're such an adorable little baby," Mommy told her. "You're going to be the perfect addition, you know that?"

Just like she'd seen the Scarlet Sage and Crimson Comet - or what had become of them, rather - wearing the day before, Clarke was dressed in no more than a diaper and shirt, her a white crop top, declaring her a 'Cry Baby'. It barely covered all of her breasts, and certainly didn't reach, much less cover, her diaper, leaving the entire puffy thing on display as she was led over to the high chair, greeted by a huge bowl of disgusting looking mush.

"No way," she shook her head, wrinkling her nose. "I'm not eating that!"

Again, Mommy had taken her by surprise. "Such a fussy eater," she cooed. "You really are fitting right in!" She took another piece of candy out of her pocket, setting it down on the tray.

Without thinking, Clarke took it, happy to have an alternative to the contents of the bowl, but, after she'd gobbled it down, Mommy began dipping the plastic spoon into the mush. "Come on, Clarkie," she smiled, flying the loaded spoon around in the air in front of the superhero's face. "Open wide for the Pegasus!"

Clarke blushed, hating to hear this vile woman speaking about her loyal companion. She'd used the Pegasus before she'd learned to fly, and, while she didn't need her for that anymore, she would still accompany her into battle sometimes. It was a rarity, though, and she was mostly used for publicity, for if she was going to a meet and greet, and knew there would be a lot of little girls there. If anything, it was a reminder of her younger days... Which was the last thing she needed now.

"No!" she shook her head, but even that single syllable was enough for Mommy, slipping the spoon into the girl's mouth. The mush tasted as bad as it looked, Clarke barely getting any of it down before spitting the majority out, onto her bib. That was, she surmised, why the bowl was so big... She wasn't supposed to like it, or gag down most of it. If she'd needed any confirmation, she got it when the meal was ended with more praise for what a good girl she was, and another piece of candy.

Clarke wasn't stupid; she knew what was going on. She might not have recognized it right away, but the patter was starting to become clear. If she acted like a baby, she got a treat... Mommy was training her, thinking she could buy her adulthood away with some cheap candy.

"Don't want it now?" Mommy shrugged when Clarke refused to eat the latest piece. "That's all right, you can save it for later." She wiped Clarke's face off, helped her down off the high chair, over to the playpen in one corner of the room. "Now, play here like the sweet baby I know you are."

It was an insult, a joke... Unlike most of the rest of the stuff here, the playpen had barely been sized up any, if at all, the sides of it low enough that she could easily step over them. The day before, she could have flown. Now, she just stood there, baffled, watching Mommy leave the room, not even bothering to shut the door.

Was she serious?! Did she really think three pieces of candy were enough to make her this obedient, that she was going to pass this opportunity to escape up?! There was a chance this was a trap, of course, but she couldn't afford to sit around and wait, to give the woman a chance to strengthen the hypnosis even further...

She barely got one foot onto the ground on the other side of the playpen before one of the nurses showed up. They'd been a cinch to defeat the day before, and she knew they were robots now, no matter how real they looked, so she could destroy them without remorse... Or could have, if she still had her powers.

"Where do you think you're going?" the nurse asked.

Clarke hesitated, looking back towards the playpen. She didn't even know how many of these things she'd scrapped yesterday... Was she going to let one send her back into there, like a scared little toddler?

"Clarke," the nurse warned, "leaving your playpen is a very grown-up thing to do, and you're not a grown-up, are you?"

Clarke had known the lack of security keeping her inside the playpen was probably a trap; somehow, she didn't realize she was being led into another one, however. "Yes, I am!" she insisted. "I am an adult, and you can't keep me here!"

She was confused, at first, why the nurse dragged her over to the sink, or why the robot was lathering up a bar of soap, right up until that soap was shoved into her mouth, pushed back and forth, working up quite the lather as Clarke squealed and squirmed in the nurse's grip. "No, Clarke," it told her in no uncertain terms. "You are not a grown-up. You will not say those naughty things here."

If Clarke had needed another demonstration of how far she'd fallen, this would have done it; here she was, getting her mouth soaped by something she could have crushed with one hand - and had - just a day earlier. She was no match for the robot now, whimpering as the suds filled her mouth, as her tongue began to burn slightly.

But the nurse wasn't done yet, after taking pity on her and helping her rinse out her mouth. "Leaving your playpen without permission is also naughty," she was reminded, as the nurse sat down in the rocking chair, pulling Clarke over her lap. "Only big girls can do that, and you aren't a big girl, are you?" 

She was! She was one of the biggest girls there was! And yet, lying over the robot's lap, diaper in the air, still drooling slightly after her first punishment, she didn't really feel like one... "N-No?" she squeaked.

"Very good," the nurse patted her on the head. "But not good enough." With that, Clarke's diaper was slid down, her bare bottom exposed to the air... And to the wooden hairbrush the robot was wielding, not stopping until Clarke was bawling, her backside bright red and throbbing as she was deposited back into her playpen.

She had no idea how long she stayed there, kneeling at the gate, feeling humiliated and mortified. Getting out should have been so easy, even without her powers... And she'd been in plenty of fights that, even if she'd won, had gone badly, had left her injured. A simple spanking shouldn't have hurt this much... Was that part of her losing her powers? Was it the embarrassment of not having been able to stop it, or fight back? Or was she really just becoming that much of a baby already?

There was definitely more to this hypnosis than taking away her powers... It had to be doing this. She could see why Mommy wouldn't tell her that, would want her to think it was just happening naturally, and, honestly, she wasn't sure if it was any better that she knew the truth. The end result was going to be the same, so what did it matter?

She tried not to feel so defeatist about it, but it was hard when she didn't even dare stand up to leave the playpen and find a bathroom as she felt her bladder filling up again. "No," she told herself, "I'm not gonna wet my pants again..." Eventually, though, when she didn't have the guts to risk subjecting her still sore bottom to any more punishment, she did.

She whined, wiggling her bottom, feeling the now squishy padding pressing in all around her. This was so much worse than the crib... At least there, she had an excuse for not taking her diaper off, getting out of there... Here, she should have been able to, but she knew the nurse would return if she tried...

"Oh, my," Mommy exclaimed, once she finally returned. "You're soaked! And you didn't even whine for a fresh one... I guess you're really getting used to your new position, aren't you?"

"N-No!" Clarke blushed. "I-I just couldn't... I-I didn't have anyone to ask..."

"Silly girl," Mommy chuckled. "Have you already forgotten how to read? Your little shirt here was supposed to be a clue... If you need something, the appropriate thing to do is to cry. You can do that, can't you?"

Clarke groaned, shaking her head. She was The Valkyrie... She could do whatever she wanted, on her own; how had she let herself end up here, like this, where, if she wanted anything, THAT was her only option?!

"There you go!" Mommy praised her, reaching up to wipe Clarke's cheek. "Of course, if I'm not here, you'll have to be much louder than that, but this is a good start... And you wet yourself, too. I'll go ahead and assume that the only reason you weren't playing while you were here is that you didn't like any of the toys, and say that you earned yourself a nice, big reward... But you'll have to get it tomorrow, because it's almost bedtime now."

"What?!" There were no clocks in the nursery, but she could see the sun shining outside the window, knew it couldn't be that late at all. "I'm not tired!" she stomped her foot in frustration.

"Oh, very good," Mommy nodded, getting out another piece of candy. "You're such a natural, Clarkie."

Clarke was determined to prove her wrong, to show her that she wasn't some weak-willed little toddler. It wasn't going to happen that day, as she was fed another bowl of baby food and tucked back into her crib in a fresh diaper, but the next day... She could do it then.

The shirt she was put in after she woke up was a bit longer than what she'd been given the day before, which lent her the slightest ray of hope that things were going to go her way. She was also given a pacifier today, however, along with a pair of sneakers. The latter should have helped, should have made her feel a bit more grown-up... Instead, they made it feel like this was meant to be a full outfit, like there was no need for her to have anything over her diaper.

Mommy gave her breakfast, then led her, by the hand, out of the nursery, down the hall to another room. "Here you go," she said. "Since you were such a good baby yesterday, I'm going to let you pick anything you want from here to keep you company in your playpen today."

The room was filled with toys. They were all meant for babies, of course, some of them sized up, some not. Clarke had never seen so many toys in one place before, walking around in awe for a moment before reminding herself how silly this was, that she was a grown-up, and wasn't going to be entertained by any of these things.

If she refused, though... No baby would say no to toys, and doing anything un-babylike meant another punishment... "Is that what you want?" Mommy asked, after Clarke resignedly grabbed a teddy bear from the shelves. "Go on, let Mommy see."

Blushing, Clarke showed the bear off, realizing only when she saw the tag on the backside that the logo looked familiar... That it was the same one as what was on her shirt. She blushed at the coincidence - if that was what it was, if the hypnosis wasn't working on her - sucking unconsciously on her pacifier, feeling like she was playing into Mommy's hand, falling further and further into her trap... Had she known that was what Clarke was going to choose? Had she made her do it?!

"Very cute," Mommy nodded. "Now, Clarke... There is just one more thing... You were good yesterday, so you get to keep that toy... But you haven't been good, today, have you? Your diapie was dry when you got up, and it sure looks like it still is. The only way that could be happening is if you're trying to hold it... And that's not what babies do, is it? Babies don't hold it at all... And that's very important. So, Clarkie, I'm going to come check you, and if I'm right, and you aren't wet... Well, I'll have to assume that isn't all you're holding, and give you a nice, warm, soapy enema, and you can stay in your diaper afterwards for the rest of the day. And, if I'm wrong, you get to pick out another toy! Won't that be fun?"

Clarke hated how easy the choice was, how quickly her body made it. It was simple, really, but that didn't make it any less humiliating. She blushed, feeling the poofy padding around her waist starting to warm up, almost shocked that it was already happening, her hand falling to it, feeling the warmth spread as she sucked on her pacifier.

She knew it was the right thing to do... She was determined to get out of here before... the other thing... happened, and an enema was going to put a damper on that. She'd only ever peed herself out of desperation before, though, had assumed her decades of potty training would be harder to get past than this. Her bladder had been getting full, of course, but, no matter how uncomfortable it was, holding it had given her a sense of power, had made her think there was a chance she could move past all the rest of this, too... And then, a few words from Mommy and a moment later, it was over.

"I guess Mommy was wrong," she grinned, giving the diaper a squeeze. "Good girl... Now, why don't you get yourself another toy for using your diaper like you should?"

Clarke didn't want another toy, didn't really want the one she had... But she'd already embarrassed herself enough; there was no reason to make things worse. After what she'd had to do, she felt like she deserved the biggest prize imaginable, so she grabbed the huge unicorn plush sitting on the floor, so huge she could barely hold it and the bear at the same time.

"Good choice!" Mommy praised her. "Let's go put that in the playpen, okay?"

It was also strategic, to some degree - although, she wasn't sure if she'd meant it that way initially, or if it was pure luck that it had worked out that way - since it was one of the few things there big enough that she could hide behind it, feel a little safer knowing that anyone looking in the door wouldn't immediately see her diaper.

Clarke expected to be locked into the playpen, and was just hoping she'd get a change first, though, to her surprise, instead of shutting the gate, Mommy took her hand. "You can bring your bear if you want," she said. "Your unicorn is too big, but the bear isn't."

"B-Bring it where?" Clarke swallowed nervously.

"You can't stay cooped up in here all the time," Mommy told her. "We're going to go on a little walk around the neighborhood."

Clarke's eyes widened, her stomach churning; the shoes weren't for show after all. The woman actually wanted to take her, The Valkyrie, on a walk, outside, her now wet diaper on full display for anyone to see... Sure, people hopefully wouldn't recognize her without her costume, but that was hardly better, since she was clearly far too old to be wearing those things, much less using them.

"N-No way," Clarke shook her head, starting to suck even harder on the paci as her hands began to sweat. "I-I won't..."

"Clarkie, it'll be good for you," Mommy cooed.

"No!" Clarke squealed, pulling free from the woman's grip. Mommy grabbed for her again, and, automatically, the former hero dropped to the floor, landing on her squishy bottom. "I won't!" she insisted. How was she going to stop it?! She was no match for the woman now, didn't imagine she would let her slip free from her grasp again... She had to stop her from getting ahold of her in the first place, but how?

"No!" Clarke exclaimed again, thrashing her arms wildly, then kicking her legs when it looked like Mommy would go for them instead. "I won't, I won't!" She thought it was a brilliant plan... Until she saw the satisfied smile on Mommy's face.

"That was a very good tantrum, Clarkie," she complimented her, once she'd tired herself out.

"N-No," Clarke blushed, shaking her head. "I-I wasn't..." But that was exactly what it must have looked like.

"I'll tell you what," Mommy winked. "Since you did so well, I'm going to let you have another treat!" She picked Clarke up, setting her down on top of her new unicorn, one leg on each side. "This is extra special... This is something most little girls don't get to do. And it's the only way you're going to be able to... If I catch you with your hands in your diaper, or trying to rub it in a naughty way, or even doing this when you haven't earned a reward, then you'll get punished... But if you're very good, then you can do this..."

It took Clarke a moment to put together what the woman meant, and immediately, she buried her face in the mane of the unicorn. "N-No way!" she shook her head. She wasn't going to do that, not in a diaper, certainly not in front of Mommy! And, to make matters worse, she started to wonder what would have happened if she hadn't chosen the unicorn... Would Mommy have 'rewarded' her with something else? Or had Clarke played into her hands, again, picking exactly what she'd been supposed to choose?

"Don't be afraid," Clarkie," Mommy smiled. "It's easy, even for a baby like you..." When Clarke refused, Mommy took a small remote out of her pocket, and suddenly, the stuffed animal between her legs started to vibrate softly, earning a gasp from the girl straddling it. "You need your rewards, sweetie," she told her. "Whether you like it or not."

It was a very blushy Clarke who was led out of the nursery a few minutes later, her diaper even soggier as she clutched her teddy bear desperately, wishing it was big enough to hide behind. She was sure everyone knew what she'd just done... And that she had, indeed, liked it, as mortifying as that was, as much as she would have denied it if anyone asked.

She couldn't do that with Mommy, unfortunately. She'd been there, had seen her shock and horror transform, seen her start to squirm and push her diaper against the unicorn, had heard the soft whine Clarke hadn't been able to hide when she made her stand up afterwards.

"Don't worry, Clarkie," Mommy had promised. "You'll get to do it again, as long as you're a good baby... And, if you want to throw a little tantrum in public, I'll let you stay on extra long."

There was, of course, no way Clarke would stoop to that level... The walks became a regular thing, and she spent them trying to hide behind Mommy, to use her teddy bear to attempt to keep anyone else from seeing her diaper... But the longer she remained trapped under Mommy's control, the more she thought about the unicorn, and how it might be worth it to make a bit of a spectacle of herself in public, if she found the perfect spot, with not too many people around...

The thought was especially awful, considering the state her diaper was in so often nowadays. After that first walk, Clarke had been returned to her playpen, where she did her best not to look at the unicorn, too embarrassed by what she'd done. She did, out of sheer boredom, end up playing with her teddy bear, which earned her some candy... But, after supper, Mommy gave her another ultimatum.

"Still no messy diaper, huh?" she shook her head. "Now I know you're holding it... And you know how I feel about that. I'm going to give you five more minutes, young lady, and that's it."

If there had been any doubt that the enema that had been threatened earlier was still on the table, it was swept away as Mommy spent that five minutes getting it ready, rinsing the bag out, filling it with sudsy water, attaching the tube... Watching it made Clarke's tummy churn, and yet she just couldn't bring herself to sink that low, to cross that final boundary.

Once the enema tube was in her, of course, she wished she had, as she groaned and squirmed, feeling her insides filling up, watched her well-toned stomach bulging outwards... Until she'd taken it all and Mommy had removed the tube, and, in a matter of moments - unable to hold it any longer than that - it all came flooding out, her diaper suddenly completely full of warm, mushy mud. She sucked hard on her pacifier, reminding herself of all the good she'd done in the world, all the fights she'd won... She was an adult, a superhero, despite all this, no matter how infantile and helpless she felt...

Mommy did give her a bowl of ice cream to celebrate her first messy diaper, although having to eat it without a change did put a damper on how excited she was about it. From then on, Clarke was far more willing to force herself to use the diaper, instead of risking that... But she could still only make herself do it after Mommy had warned her, had told her she was getting close to running out of time.

It wasn't really that much better, having to squat down, face red, and push, knowing Mommy was there, watching the whole thing... It was a slight improvement, though, and she was willing to take even that.

And then, finally, it happened. It was probably inevitable, but that didn't actually make it any easier. By then, her usual outfit had changed again, Mommy only letting her wear shirts when she went out on her walk. Otherwise, a bib was the best she could hope for. She'd tried, earlier that day, to tell Mommy she was chilly, to see if that helped, and wound up with, rather than a shirt, a pair of pink tights, several rows of ruffles across the backside, which had earned her far too many compliments and attention on her walk to have been worth it, even if that had been what she'd actually wanted in the first place.

After that, she hadn't felt up to the usual game, to making herself wait until bedtime, just in case she worked out how to escape before then, to allowing Mommy to witness her humiliation... She had no idea what time it was, without a clock to go by, but she knew it had to be getting close... And she also knew, no matter how much she wanted to deny it, that there was no avoiding it. Unless another rescue mission was mounted, and fared better than hers, she was stuck here.

She wasn't giving up, she told herself as she squatted. It might feel like it, but this was a strategic move. A little embarrassment now, in private, to keep Mommy from getting to watch it later, even though she was sure the woman had cameras in the nursery. "No, don't look," she pouted behind her paci, realizing all the toys she'd earned were sitting around the playpen, standing in for Mommy, getting the perfect view of her first intentional, uncoerced messy diaper.

"I-I had to," she tried to explain to them. She'd caught herself talking to them more and more lately, since, for the majority of the day, there was nobody else around. "I-It doesn't mean I'm a baby... I-I just didn't have a choice..." Sitting there in her playpen, however, surrounded by toys she'd earned by doing more and more infantile things, the evidence of the latest one squelching around her bottom with every move, she couldn't help wondering if she'd made a mistake.

Mommy was, unsurprisingly, thrilled, which only confirmed her fears. "I am so proud of you!" she gushed. "I've been saving an extra special prize for you for when this day happened... I thought it would take longer, but luckily, it's all ready for you..."

Clarke didn't know what to expect, hated how much, in the back of her mind, she hoped it was the unicorn... Instead, a pair of the nurse robots brought in a rocking horse, one painted the same colors as Clarke's Pegasus. After having spent so much time with only toys, Clarke found herself looking at it in its painted on eyes, worriedly asking, "P-Peggie?", terrified that, somehow, Mommy had turned the real Pegasus into this.

"That's right, Clarkie!" Mommy grinned. "She looks just like your horsie, doesn't she? But this one is even better, because a little baby like you can ride her without worrying about falling off and getting a boo-boo. But everyone will still know who she is, won't they?"

Clarke whimpered, looking back at Mommy as she squirmed in her dirty diaper. It was true... The Pegasus was very distinctive, and, even if she hadn't needed to use her to fly for a long time now - until the run-in with Mommy, anyway - everyone still remembered her...

"Clarke, Mommy has something she wants you to do... It might be difficult, but once you're done, you can ride your horsie just as long as you want, and enjoy your reward, okay? And you get to start right away! All you have to do is sit there, on your horsie, and tell Mommy's camera about how much you love Mommy, and what a baby you are. Do you think you can do that?"

Clarke gulped, looking at the seat of the rocking horse, wiggling her bottom and feeling the mush in her pants. Asking for a change in any way other than crying was too grown-up, and would mean getting her mouth washed out... And then, no doubt, Mommy would still get what she wanted, except Clarke would be drooling the whole time, too.

This had to be the woman's endgame, she realized. All of this had been to get Clarke to this point, to make her publicly admit defeat. On her own, out of her costume, people might not recognize her... Her, there, with this horse, however... That would probably be enough to job their memories. The whole world would see her, would know what had become of The Valkyrie, that one of the world's most powerful heroes had been reduced to a diaper-filling toddler...

But maybe, if she did, someone would come rescue her. That was her only hope now... She wasn't sure why nobody from the Sage and Comet's team had shown up already, but if they saw her, they'd know how serious it was, surely...

"O-Okay, Mommy," she nodded, obediently climbing up onto her horsie, blushing as her bottom sank down into the mass in her diaper. "I-I'll do it..."

Of course, if there had been any chance of that happening, Mommy would never have let the video get out.

This had hardly been the first time someone had tried to rescue her initial captive superheroes; their own team had made an effort, and been handily defeated. She'd considered adding them to her nursery, but soon realized they could do more good for her out in the wild, at least for now.

She had them go to some smaller teams first, ones she knew she'd have no problem taking care of, while perfecting her plan for the big fish. The Valkyrie was different from all these small fries... Saying she'd been picking off them from the darkness wasn't that impressive; finally being the one to defeat The Valkyrie, on the other had, would show the world she meant business... And that there was no stopping her.

As fun as it was, hypnotizing all the other superheroes into pants-wetting babies, she needed a different approach for Clarke. The other heroes typically had one power for her to try to figure out how to get around.... The Valkyrie had, practically, all of them. Simple hypnosis wasn't going to do the trick. Or so she'd thought, at first. Then she figured out that, in fact, she hadn't been thinking small enough.

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"Good morning, Clarkie!" she chirped, walking into the girl's nursery, stopping and smiling softly at the sight of the former superhero in her crib, innocently playing with her feet, as carefree as any infant.

She giggled, seeming to realize how silly she was being, then, as Mommy removed the pacifier from between her lips, opened her mouth up, expecting a treat. 

Any other time, Mommy would have given her one, gladly. That was what had gotten them to this point, after all... Anything babyish Clarke did, she was rewarded for; Mommy had her doubts that the girl had even recognized what she was doing fully, had simply been doing what came naturally to her, as she fell further and further into her second, permanent, childhood. She'd been catching her doing it more and more lately, proving to her that her experiment had been a resounding success.

"Not yet, sweetie," she told the girl. "I want to have a little talk with you first."

Worriedly, one mittened hand lowered to Clarke's crotch, giving her diaper a poke. "I wet, Mommy," she nodded. "I-I not poopy, bu' I don' hafta go yet... I not holdin' it..."

"Of course you aren't," Mommy smiled. "Do you even know how anymore? Or do you just choose to ignore it every time, because you're a good girl?" Clarke frowned, confused, unsure how to answer. "It's oaky," the woman assured her. "It doesn't really matter... Clarkie, do you remember when you first came here?" 

Clarke hesitated, nodded slowly, a slight blush tinging her cheeks. "Tell me, cutie," Mommy said, "do you think I did this to you then? Do you think I hypnotized you into a baby?"

"Y-Yeah," Clarke answered. "B-But I not mad, Mommy!"

"I'm glad," she chuckled. "You were for a long time, though, weren't you? And I bet, somewhere deep in your mind, you still are... Maybe not that deep; maybe you're just trying not to get in trouble." Clarke's eyes shifted, confirming that Mommy was right.

"I told you when you first arrived, I hypnotized you to make you lose access to your powers," Mommy reminded her. "And now, I want you to know... That's all I did. It wasn't even that powerful a suggestion, not full brainwashing by any means... I knew you'd be too strong for that, that if I attempted it, your brain would recognize it as a threat and shut it down... It wasn't even fully functional at first. When you tried to hit me, I was genuinely terrified... But I knew if I hid it, that would shake your confidence, and make it that much harder for you to shake that one little suggestion I implanted."

"Th-That was it?" Clarke asked quietly.

"That's it," Mommy confirmed. "There was nothing there to make you into a baby, because I was afraid that would make you reject the whole thing; a big, strong hero like you couldn't also be a baby. I know you'd lost your powers briefly before, though, so that was more acceptable. Everything else that has happened, Clarkie, you've known all about... And you didn't stop it. I turned you into this," she reached forward, giving the girl's damp diaper a pat, "with one suggestion and a pocketful of candy."

"N-Nuh-uh," Clarke shook her head. "I-It couldn't... I-It wasn't..."

"Those are some big words," Mommy teased. 

Clumsily, Clarke climbed to her feet, glaring at the woman from the other side of the bars. "Go on, then," Mommy urged. "Fly out of there. You still know how, don't you? Or why don't you blast me with your little eye beams?"

Clarke chewed on the pacifier, shuffling in place for a moment, like she was trying to figure out how to do the first suggestion, before settling on the second, staring hard at Mommy, the woman who had done this to her, leaning forward, trying as hard as she could...

Until they both heard a loud fart emanate from behind her, and, a moment later, she blushed as she felt her diaper begin to fill. Mommy had known she couldn't do it, obviously, wouldn't have risked it otherwise... The girl was already too far gone. All those things were what she'd been able to do as a grown-up, and she hadn't been one of those for a long time, wouldn't dare do anything that might make it seem like she'd forgotten that, and risk a punishment... Mommy had thoroughly defeated her. The rest of the world had already known, thanks to the video, but now, finally, Clarke knew as well, recognized the full extent of it.

"Guess you had to go after all, huh?" Mommy teased. "All right, sweetie... Let's go get you some ice cream for making Mommy a nice, messy diaper. You're such a good baby."

"N-No, I'm not!" Clarke whined, before Mommy silenced her with her pacifier, and, for once, the woman decided not to punish her for denying it... After all, it was pretty clear from her desperate tone that she didn't even believe it herself anymore.