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A Goddess Scorned
🕑 Added 2019-03-26 20:56:19 +0000 UTCThe massive pillars and wide, sprawling halls of Olympus were a wondrous sight. Diana Prince had seen the home of the gods many times since she took up the title of ‘Wonder Woman’, and yet the grandiose marble architecture still amazed her. As much as Diana wanted to explore, she had not been summoned to Olympus to sightsee. Aphrodite had sent her a vision in the dead of night. It was -- ‘A matter of utmost importance!’ Though the goddess of love refused to say just what she wanted then. Diana was unsure of what she might find when she arrived, worried that some foul enemy of the gods had made their way to Olympus’ peak to wreak havoc. She was annoyed, yet relieved when she found Olympus as it always was: resonant with laughter and bickering of the immortals.
After she had walked some distance and received some sparse, slurred directions from a drunk Dionysus, Diana managed to find Aphrodite. The goddess of love laid on a daybed facing the new dawn, a look of irritation plain on her face.
“You certainly took your time getting here, Diana Prince. Did I not mention that this was of utmost importance?”
Diana did her best to stifle her annoyance. As irritated as she was, she knew it wise to not piss off a goddess. “I...apologize for my delay. I got lost and had t-”
“Yes, yes. I imagine the grand halls of Olympus are enough to leave even a mortal such as yourself in a stupor. You can properly apologize by assisting me in the matter I’ve summoned you for.”
Again, Diana held her tongue. Since when had the goddess of love acted so petty? She reminded herself that even gods had bad days. “How may I assist, goddess?”
“The goddess, Demeter, has been acting strangely toward me. I fear she may be plotting something; revenge for some slight she has imagined. I want you to speak to her. Keep your true intentions hidden. I’m sure you can find out something. She trusts you.”
Diana could hardly believe the words coming out Aphrodite’s mouth. “T-This? This is why you have summoned me? To spy on Demeter? I’m the princess of the Amazons! Wonder Woman! I have countless more important things to do than be your little snoop! The audacity of it all!” Diana did not wait for a response from the goddess. She turned and made her way back up the marble steps from whence she came.
“You would do well not to anger a goddess, princess. I’m beginning to think that Wonder Woman is an underserved title.”
An image of Aphrodite appeared before Diana, her arms crossed, a look of disdain on her face. “Remember who gifted you your beauty, Diana.”
Diana swiped a hand through the image and turned to face the goddess. “I remember well all that you have done for me, Aphrodite. What I do not remember is how immature you can be!”
The goddess scoffed. “Immature?! I had a hand in your creation, girl! I wonder if I should change things...maybe until you start behaving properly!”
“Behaving...properly?! How d-”
Diana’s words were silenced by the goddess’s stare. She felt helpless to Aphrodite’s will and could do little else aside from squirm as her armor disappeared. Left naked, Diana covered herself with her hands and fumed at the goddess.
“Do not pout, Diana. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Besides, I’ll need to adjust your outfit to better fit your new form.”
“Wha-”
Aphrodite smirked. Diana had never looked so vulnerable. “First, your...assets.”
The goddess waved her hand in front of Diana’s chest. Diana gasped as her breasts began to tingle; a familiar feeling from her puberty. She could do nothing but watch as they shrunk before her eyes. The boobs that had once filled out her breastplate so nicely, now looked as if they wouldn’t even fill out a training bra. Diana looked up, clearly enraged at the goddess. “Enough Aphrodite!”
“Oh ho ho. Is someone jealous?” Aphrodite pouted and pressed her breasts together. “I told you not to piss off a goddess. Now, what else?” Aphrodite’s eyes ran down Diana’s body. She stopped at her crotch, a devilish grin on her face. “You should thank me for this.” Another wave of her hand and Diana’s pubic hair disappeared, leaving her crotch as hairless as her legs.
Diana’s face was beet red. She knew that something so insignificant as her beauty mattered little in the world of gods and superheroes, but it felt as if her womanhood had been stripped away.
“Aphrodite...please…” Diana’s expression was pained; though she did not look so hurt that Aphrodite might pity her.
“‘Please’? It seems you’ve found your manners, princess. A little too late I’m afraid. I’m much too excited for this next one.”
Diana felt the same tingling sensation from before, only now she felt it across her entire body. For a moment, it looked to Diana as if Aphrodite had grown a few inches. She quickly realized the opposite had occurred.
“There. A more fitting height for you, Diana. It will be hard for you to look down on me when you constantly have to look up, won’t it?”
Aphrodite snapped her fingers and Diana’s armor returned to her. The metal and cloth of the outfit shifted shape until it fit her perfectly for her new height and flat chest.
“I had hoped you would assist me today; instead, it looks as if I summoned you to teach you a lesson. Either way, I got what I wanted.”
Diana placed her hands to her chest and gawked at how much more delicate her body looked. She scowled at the goddess. “This is no matter. I don’t need my breasts or anything else you might change to fight injustice. I’m a hero, an amazon, no matter how I look.” Diana reminded Aphrodite and herself.
“You are certain of this? My, my what confidence. I warn you Diana Prince, you will leave Olympus but your lesson will not be over. I’ll be keeping an eye on you. Never forget that!”
Then, before a single word of defiance could be uttered, Diana found herself back on Earth. She knew not what Aphrodite had meant by her lesson not being over, but she was certain she would overcome anything the goddess had in store.
---
Diana wanted to scream in frustration. Thanks to Aphrodite’s ‘punishment’, her entire wardrobe would need to be replaced. Though the goddess left her hips and ass untouched, her flat chest looked comical in any of her bras or tops. The slight loss in height made her clothes look slightly too long. Even her shoes felt a little loose.
Her mirror seemed to mock her. A mere glimpse at her naked form caused her face to turn crimson with embarrassment. The lack of pubic hair bothered her the least, though the more she thought about how she no longer had the option to let it grow out the more helpless she felt. Thankfully, for the change Aphrodite made in her armor, Diana would forget about the few inches in height she lost to the goddess. It was her chest that bothered her the most. She pressed her favorite bra to her chest and and scowled at the empty lace cups. Diana felt like a child trying on mommy’s clothes.
The rest of the Justice League had begun to worry about Diana. She had spent the first few days back from Olympus in hiding, worried what others might say should they see her. The only plus to the transformation was that her civilian disguise worked even better. Who would guess that the flat chested woman in the elevator with them was Wonder Woman? Thus far, no one so much as gave her a look. It was a blessing as much as it was a curse. As nice as it was for Diana to avoid attention, especially as she experienced such embarrassment, the sudden lack of said attention was just as bad. Men no longer ogled her as they had before. She was even mistaken for a teenager a few times thanks to her flat chest.
Even Diana’s mother, Hippolyta, had been left in the dark. As far as everyone knew, Diana and Wonder Woman both had gone on vacation. Unfortunately for Diana, Wonder Woman would be needed eventually.
---
Diana’s break from the public eye did not last long. Rumors had begun to surface. A powerful sorceress had escaped the confines of her prison. A villain with which Wonder Woman was well acquainted, Circe, had returned to wreak havoc upon the world. Her first act of villainy seemed too harmless for the sorceress: the theft of an ancient artifact on display in London. Diana knew that it was but the first step in a grand scheme orchestrated by Circe. She was not surprised when the sorceress made her way to D.C. Diana would need to intervene. The thought of being in the public eye as Wonder Woman worried Diana. Would her current state affect her ability to be a hero? She knew better than to think too long on that question.
By the time Diana arrived on the scene, the police and several news stations had already set-up around the perimeter of the museum Circe had forced her way into. The building had been evacuated and law enforcement waited on help; help they hoped to get from someone like Diana.
Diana had no interest in being seen; though, as they are wont to do, several reporters tried to approach her as she made her way into the building. Diana waved them away and kept her shield close to her chest. Even in a serious situation, the news media would surely pester her about her change in appearance. She didn’t need the distraction. Without a glance in their direction, Diana braced herself and stepped inside.
The sound of the outside world was muffled by the thick glass doors that closed behind her. She stepped into the main room and looked for where Circe might have gone. At the back of the room, at the top of a flight of stairs, stood Circe. Her back was to Diana. She was focused on a display of ancient artifacts. One of which, Diana knew, was the reason for Circe’s visit. Diana approached the sorceress, her sword drawn.
Circe turned at the sound of Diana’s footsteps. She stood perfectly still in front of the display, her hands on her hips, a devilish grin plain on her face. “Wonder Woman...can’t say that I’m surprised to find you here. You have a habit of that.” Circe teased. She made her way down the steps to Diana and stopped just a few feet shy of the sword pointed at her throat. “As confident as ever I see; though...I get the feeling that you are just pretending. You can raise that shield as much as you like. Hide your shame. But I can already tell something is different about you. You look shorter. Dare I say cute?”
Diana snarled at the witch. She would never admit it, but Circe had been right. She knew that her confidence was a facade. They could both see the slight waver in Diana’s sword arm and the way she used her shield to cover her chest. “Enough Circe! We both know how this will end.”
“We do, don’t we?” Circe said. The sorceress then took a step forward. “Unusual for you to so readily admit defeat, Wonder Woman.”
Diana cried out and charged forward at Circe. The sorceress sidestepped the attack and watched with glee as Diana fell forward onto the steps. Her sword and shield tumbled from her hands with a loud clang onto the marble. Circe stood above her, a heeled foot pressed into Diana’s arm. She studied Diana for a moment, then cackled in delight.
“My, my! What happened to you? You’re distracted, clumsy…” The sorceress leaned forward. “Would it happen to be related to this?” The villain patted Diana’s chest and smirked. She squirmed at Circe’s touch. Diana’s face turned crimson as Circe laughed at her embarrassment. “I could use my magic to give you a new pair. You would need to beg, of course. And they would be no match for my own perfect chest.” Circe then leaned forward even further, her breasts nearly pressed in Diana’s face. “Go on, hero. Play nice and I’ll give you a pair that might fill out a training bra.”
Diana fumed at Circe’s teasing. “This ends here sorceress!” She mustered all of her courage, and placed a booted foot to Circe’s stomach. For a moment, Diana felt renewed. She had been right before, she decided. Breasts meant nothing to a true hero.
“I will enjoy returning you to your prison, Ci-”
A familiar tingling sensation ran the length of Diana’s body. A feeling she had not felt since Aphrodite’s ‘lesson’. As soon as it had come, Diana’s courage had left her. She whimpered underneath Circe, unsure of what was happening to her.
hisssssssss
Diana’s crotch grew warm and wet as the hissing noise continued. She looked down past Circe’s chest to see piss drip down the marble steps. Diana, the Princess of the Amazons, had wet herself in front of one of her greatest foes.
“N-No...no no no!” Diana tried to stop the flow, to cover herself and her shame; but it was no use. She buried her face in her hands as her bladder emptied and tried her best not to cry from embarrassment.
Circe stood and took a step back. She could have never imagined such a beautiful scene as Wonder Woman nearly in tears before her; though the fact that she had little to do with Diana’s humiliation cheapened the experience. She had always desired to defeat Wonder Woman for good, but it seemed that whatever had changed the hero had done Circe’s work for her. The sorceress took a moment to revel in her victory, then walked around the defeated Diana and up the stairs. She entered the display and snatched the artifact from its pedestal.
“I expect more from you, Wonder Woman. Though I appreciate the time you have saved me. Know that I will not be so forgiving should we meet again. I suggest you run home to Themyscira. Your mommy must be worried sick about you.” Circe then disappeared in a blast of sorcerous smoke.
Diana sat on the steps for a few minutes, still unsure of what had just happened to her.
Aphrodite! Is this what you meant?
As if her flat chest and loss of pubic hair hadn’t been enough of a lesson, Aphrodite had taken things a step further. Diana could only hope that what had just happened would be the extent of Aphrodite’s ‘punishment’, but she doubted it. She was just thankful the building had been evacuated. Diana could not imagine the embarrassment she would’ve felt if that had just happened outside.
Of course, she underestimated how close an eye the news media had kept on the situation. Hardly a minute after Circe’s exit, the doors to the museum burst open. News stations, police, and even some bystanders flooded the main hall of the building. Wonder Woman panicked. It was too late to run. Everyone saw her enter. She stood still on the steps, the warmth of her accident turned cold in the chill of the building.
Reporters surrounded her while police closed off the upper floor of the museum. Diana tugged at her skirt to hide her embarrassment, but the puddle she stood in gave her away.
“Wonder Woman!” One reporter exclaimed. “Did you wet yourself? Are you crying? Does this have anything to do with your flat chest?”
Diana was mortified. “N-No! This was...this was Circe’s doing!”
“It looks like Circe got away. Did she scare you so bad you wet yourself?”
“No that’s not what happened at all!”
For a moment it looked as if Wonder Woman might burst into tears. A hand reached out and pulled her from the throng. The Black Canary, Dinah, rescued and escorted Wonder Woman out a side door.
“What happened in there, Wonder Woman? I’m hearing that Circe escaped.” Canary’s eyes fell to Diana’s chest, then to the dark stain at the crotch of her outfit. “Did she do this?”
“Y-Yes! She tricked me. She was gone before I realized it.” Diana lied. “I-I’ve never been so humiliated...everyone saw me like...like this.”
“We’ve got to go after her. Do you have any idea where she may have gone?”
Diana shook her head. She didn’t even want to think about Circe right now. “L-Listen I have to go before more people see me. I’m sorry!” Wonder Woman ran for the nearest alley before Black Canary could ask another question.
I-I’ve just gotta go home...get my head straight...things can’t get any worse...can they?
---
Diana was miserable. Even a week after her confrontation with Circe, the news had yet to drop Wonder Woman’s embarrassment. Channel after channel, magazine after magazine; they were all filled to the brim with pictures and videos of Diana’s teary eyes and bright red face. She had tried to sell the idea that Circe had used her magic to embarrass her; but the tabloids were more focused on the close up shots of her crotch, the urine that dripped down her thighs, and the puddle on the museum steps.
Her friends from the Justice League had tried to contact her several times. Diana was thankful that superheroes were typically too busy to pay a friend an actual, in-person visit. And thanks to the isolation of Themyscira, Diana’s mother was in the dark about the entire ordeal; though that did not keep Hippolyta from trying to get a hold of her. All Diana could do was wait for it all to blow over; at least, that’s how she hoped things would go.
Unfortunately for Diana, Aphrodite’s curse continued to manifest itself. She had not realized how well off she had been back when all the goddess had done was leave her with a flat chest and a slightly more petite frame. Ever since she had humiliated herself in front of Circe, things had only gotten worse for Diana. She had begun to have accidents; not as big as the first one. Occasionally, Diana would wake in a sweat in the middle of the night, her pillow covered in drool and her sheets soaked with piss. She had to go to the bathroom more frequently and with greater urgency. Far too many times had Diana been in public and leaked in her panties as she searched desperately for a bathroom.
Diana tried her best to fight through the humiliation of it all. She knew that she needed to prove herself again to the public, no matter how scary the thought of another public embarrassment was. As such, nearly a week and a half after her defeat to Circe, Diana suited up once more.
Something simple this time...something I can’t possibly mess up. I need to show Aphrodite I can overcome her immaturity!
As if summoned by Diana’s thought, a vision of Aphrodite appeared before the Amazon.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to go embarrass yourself again? Haven’t you learned your lesson already, Wonder Girl?”
Diana fumed at the goddess’s image. “And admit defeat? I think not. Perhaps you should admit your lack of grace and maturity, goddess.”
Aphrodite laughed. “This will not go well for you, Diana. You need not do this. I have...an alternative solution to your problem, your lesson.”
“Oh? I’m listening…”
The vision leaned in close to Diana and reached to stroke her face. Though the image could not touch her, Diana recoiled from Aphrodite’s hand. “Admit your immaturity, Diana. I’ll summon you to Olympus and properly discipline you in front of everyone. If you’re good; if you behave yourself, I’ll even let you have your chest back.”
“Immature as ever, Aphrodite. You only continue to prove my point!”
“This is your last chance, girl. You should be thanking me for even giving you the option!”
Diana swiped at the misty image and walked through the door. “I have important work to do, goddess. Your words are wasted.”
“Remember this moment later. You will not escape my discipline, Diana; just merely make it worse.”
Diana slammed the door shut behind her and made her way down to the street. She had already been worked up enough at the thought of fighting crime again. She didn’t need Aphrodite to make things worse.
I’ll need to start small. I can’t risk losing another fight with someone as strong as Circe. A simple robbery...even a rookie cop can handle that.
It didn’t take Diana long to find what she looked for. At night, in a big city, you couldn’t swing an arm without hitting something illegal. Someone screamed from a nearby alley. A young woman was pinned against the wall by a robber. They played tug-of-war with a purse, and the victim could not hope to win.
“Stop this at once!”
The two looked to Diana. The victim was frightened, though she looked relieved at Diana’s appearance. The robber sneered at her. Her disdain for Wonder Woman was obvious even through her mask.
“I suggest you leave, Wonder Girl. The adults are busy.”
Diana laughed. Her confidence had not yet left her. “Bold words criminal. I suggest you leave before I-”
“Before you what?” The criminal asked.
Diana could not answer. She felt strange. Just as she had right before her embarrassment at the hands of Circe.
More of Aphrodite’s will...she wants to prove a point, th-that brat!
The crotch of Diana’s panties had grown damp. She had been so distracted by Aphrodite that she had completely forgotten to use the bathroom before she had left. This left her to squeeze her thighs together to hold back the urge to pee. Her stance made her look weak, vulnerable; the criminal noticed almost immediately.
“Aren’t you a little pathetic to be a superhero? Then again, after what happened to Wonder Woman, you do a pretty good impression.”
“I-Impression? I am Wonder Woman! A-And I suggest you let the woman go.”
Diana could hear the uncertainty in her own voice. Had she been her old self, she would have already apprehended the petty thief; but as she was, Diana could barely move for fear of an accidental wetting. Furthermore, she could feel herself want to give in to strange desires. Her free hand hovered near her mouth, her thumb grazed her bottom lip.
The robber looked down at her victim as if she had forgotten she was there. “Fine. She can go. But...if she wants her purse back, you’re going to have to take it from me! Should be easy enough for the real Wonder Woman.” The young woman fled from the thief without a moment of hesitation. With her gone, Diana and the criminal had been left alone in the alley.
No cameras...no high stakes...I-I can do this! R-Right?
Diana charged the thief. As nervous as she was, she was still a superhero. Unfortunately for Diana, her body had other plans. Her legs wobbled underneath her with the first step. The weight of her sword and shield left her off-balance and she fell face first in front of the thief. Diana cried out as she landed. She was unaware that her bladder had released under the pressure of the impact.
The thief rolled her over with her foot and pressed a black boot to her breastplate. Diana was painfully aware of her humiliation as she looked up at the masked woman. She wanted to crawl in a hole and hide from her embarrassment; but, thanks to Aphrodite’s changes, Diana was at the mercy of a common criminal. She covered her face with an arm and, out of a habit she just developed, sucked her fingers for comfort.
“Are you crying right now? I almost thought you might actually be Wonder Woman. With all that talk of her wetting herself and crying after losing to Circe, I figured she’d seem a little different. I was excited too. Either I’d get turned in by Wonder Woman, or I’d actually beat her...but you? There’s no way.”
Diana whimpered as the boot was removed from her chest. The thief kicked her sword against the brick wall of the alley and scoffed. “Where’d you get this stuff? Costume shop? And for future reference, Wonder Girl: the real Wonder Woman has tits. Maybe stuff your breastplate next time.”
With purse in hand, the thief left Diana alone in the dark alley. She laid in her own piss for a minute and tried to keep herself from crying.
I-I can’t even stop a common criminal! I guess Aphrodite got her way...c-can I even call myself a superhero anymore…?
Eager to get off the streets and distance herself from her most recent embarrassment, Diana returned home. She would figure something out in the morning, she was certain.
---
Diana groaned and turned over in her bed. Someone had knocked at her door. For a moment, still half-asleep, Diana had forgotten all about the past couple of weeks. It didn’t take her long to realize that she had slept on her stomach comfortably, an act that would have been impossible with her old chest. The sheets wrapped around her waist were cold and clammy, and her pajamas were even more so. Diana hated how she had grown used to her nighttime accidents.
The person at her door knocked again. Diana then became painfully aware of the position she was in. Her room was in a state of disrepair. The hamper was full of piss-stained sheets, the floor was covered in clothes, and she looked an absolute mess. Diana panicked. She changed into another, less dirty pair of pajamas, and made her way to the door. Through the peephole, Diana could see a familiar face: Dinah, the Black Canary.
Dinah knocked again and shouted through the oak door, “Diana? You in there?”
Diana opened the door slightly and poked her head out. “H-Hey! Now’s not really a good time. Do you need something?”
“Do I need something? The whole world needs Wonder Woman! Where have you been? You look like a mess, Diana. What’s going on?”
“Nothing…”
“Nothing? Does this have to do with Circe?” Dinah asked. Then, after Diana hesitated, “Let me in. We need to talk.”
As much as she didn’t want to, Diana couldn’t help but feel as if she had to comply. Something about Dinah commanded respect. It wasn’t that she was the Black Canary; but rather that she felt like an adult. Diana couldn’t help but feel inferior to the woman. Accident-prone and flat as a board, Diana felt like a little girl next to her.
Dinah took a moment to look around. She inspected Diana’s room and Diana herself, a thoughtful expression on her face. “You’ve been having accidents still.”
Nervous, Diana sucked on her thumb for comfort. “Mhm…”
“Diana, sweetheart, get your thumb out of your mouth. Did Circe do this too?”
Diana’s face turned a shade of crimson. She couldn’t believe how childish she behaved. “I’m sorry...and...um...I didn’t exactly tell you the truth. It wasn’t Circe that did it. I was so embarrassed that I wet myself...so I lied. What’s actually happened is that Aphrodite is punishing me.”
“The goddess of love? She’s punishing you?”
“I wouldn’t do what she wanted. I called her immature. And she is! The brat thought it’d be fu--” Diana stopped mid-sentence, her train of thought lost. Her entire body tingled, and Aphrodite’s curse took effect once more.
“Diana? Are you okay?”
Diana squirmed like a small child in need of the restroom, though she made no effort to move; instead, Diana began to pick her nose. Had she noticed the act, she would’ve been horribly embarrassed. It just felt so natural to her.
“Sorry! I zoned out for a second…” Without a second thought, Diana wiped her hands on her shorts and continued on, “She thought it would be funny to take away my breasts and humiliate me. She said my lesson wasn’t over. I guess this is what she meant.”
“So you’ve just been hiding out? Why not find help?”
“She’s a goddess Dinah...one I have to answer to…”
“Can you at least get her to reverse it. Apologize to her?”
“Apologize?! She wanted me to embarrass myself in front of all of Olympus! I turned the ‘offer’ down.”
Dinah sighed. Like a worried mother, she began to fuss with Diana’s hair and clothing. “We need to get this place, and you, cleaned up. You can’t go around like this. The whole place stinks. I get that you’ve had accidents, but surely you’re not usually this messy.”
Diana looked around herself and had to agree; though she didn’t like how Dinah acted like she knew best.
She’s right...is this part of your ‘punishment’ Aphrodite? Diana grew lost in thought. She shifted from foot to foot, clearly in need of the bathroom.
“Um...Diana do you need to go potty?”
Diana looked at her and stuck her lips out in a pout. “Don’t make fun of me!”
“I’m not making fun of you! You just keep squirming like you need to go.”
Diana stomped her foot in frustration and crossed her arms. “I’m not a baby! I don’t need my mommy to check up on me!”
“I’m not-”
hissssssssss
Diana and Dinah both stopped and watched the crotch of Diana’s shorts grow wet. Diana’s hands shot to her crotch as soon as she noticed the warmth of her accident, but no amount of pressure would stop the flow. She cried out of frustration and Dinah held her until she finished.
“It’s so humiliating Dinah...I can’t even help it now. I’m worried I might...you know…go number two.”
Dinah raised an eyebrow at this. “Please, please don’t get angry at me for saying this: but have you thought of maybe buying some...protection? You can’t keep ruining your clothes like this.”
As upset as it made her, Diana tried her best to not throw another tantrum. “I’m not a baby...I-I just need to-”
“No, Diana. I get that this is embarrassing, but come on! You’re standing in a puddle of pee. I’m getting this place cleaned up and then we’re going to the store. Just trust me on this.”
Diana looked away from her, clearly upset. “Fine…”
“Just behave yourself. Remember, this is all Aphrodite. You’re better than this Diana. The Wonder Woman I know would be brave and do what she needs to. Isn’t that right?”
Diana nodded. She allowed Dinah to lead her into the bathroom without a fuss and even let the woman help her undress. Diana couldn’t help but feel jealous as she looked at Dinah. She looked and acted like a grown woman. Thanks to Aphrodite, Diana couldn’t even maintain the illusion of womanhood.
“Here.” Dinah said, a loose stack of clothing in her hands, “Put these on while I straighten up your room a little bit.” Then, as she noticed Diana’s uncomfortable posture, Dinah removed a bra from the pile and handed it over. “I guess you don’t really need this.”
Diana pouted again.
“Look at the bright side, Diana. It must be a lot easier to run without dealing with these.” Dinah pressed her breasts together as if to emphasize her point.
Diana slammed the door to the bathroom shut, more annoyed than ever.
She’ll never understand...she gets to keep being an adult. The cool, sexy superhero. The Black Canary! What’s Wonder Woman now? Just a little crybaby that wets herself…
Diana took as long as she could to get dressed. Being in public frightened her enough. The thought of going out to buy diapers scared her even more. She sat on the bathroom floor fully dressed and hugging her legs by the time Black Canary checked up on her.
“Here.” Dinah said. She held out Wonder Woman’s costume. “I guess Aphrodite changed this too, huh?”
Diana snatched the outfit from her hand and stormed off. “I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just get this over with.”
Dinah sighed. She followed Diana outside and out onto the street. The two walked next to each other, though Diana’s posture and gait suggested she was uncomfortable. Even if Aphrodite had not changed her physically, Diana’s posture alone was enough for Dinah to think her friend was someone else. She looked meek, constantly concerned. And as the sidewalk grew crowded, Diana’s hand reached for Dinah’s. Dinah let her do it. She knew the old Wonder Woman would never have done something to make herself look so childish, so vulnerable; but the old Wonder Woman never needed diapers before either.
They walked hand-in-hand to the store. On the way, Diana had begun to suck on her thumb again. Every so often she would pick at her nose or adjust her panties awkwardly. Any of her adult grace and dignity seemed to be gone. Unless someone pointed it out, Diana was oblivious to her childlike behavior. Dinah didn’t have the heart to mention it. She didn’t want to upset Diana more.
“Dinah, will anyone know it’s us? Do we blend in?”
“You’re the more recognizable one Diana; however, I think you look different enough to go unnoticed.”
Black Canary’s words comforted Diana; at least until they stood in the healthcare aisle. She shifted from foot to foot while Dinah looked over the selection of diapers. After a few minutes, Dinah pulled a large, pink plastic box down from the self. “These are really thick! They probably won’t be as discreet as you’d like, but the protection is worth it.”
Diana’s eyes widened as she looked at the packaging. “You’re not the ones wearing them! They look like they’re for little kids! There’s butterflies on them!”
“Diana, please. Just come along and let’s get this over with. You can wear a dress or something and no one will know.”
Black Canary grabbed Diana by the wrist and began to escort her to the dressing room.
“Noooooooo! Let me go!”
“Diana!” Dinah said, her voice raised. “Don’t make a scene right now! I thought you didn’t want to be seen!”
Diana sniffled and pouted but calmed down. “I’m not a baby. I’m a superhero.”
“Yes. Now start acting like Wonder Woman and not the little girl I’ve been forced to babysit.”
The two managed to slip past an attendant and into one of the back dressing rooms without a question. Dinah opened the package of diapers and patted the bench next to her. “Come on. We need to get these on you before you have another accident.”
“Fine…but I’m putting it on myself!”
“This ought to be amusing…” Black Canary said under her breath. She watched Diana tug her panties down around her ankles. The crotch was damp. She wondered if Diana had even noticed.
Diana lifted her skirt and took one of the pink tinted diapers from the package. She did her best to hold the diaper in place as she tried to tape the front. Once she was ‘finished’, the diaper sagged slightly, and one of the tapes was stuck to Diana’s skin.
“Alright Diana, you had your chance. Bench. Now.”
Diana mumbled angrily under her breath, but did as her friend asked nonetheless. She watched as Dinah fixed her diaper. The thick padding hugged her hips and plump butt tight, and felt surprisingly comfortable. Diana stood and crossed the room. Her diapers crinkled loudly with each step. She then placed herself in front of the mirror and lifted her skirt again.
“I guess it’s not so bad under a skirt...but what if I need to fight?”
Dinah reached into her bag and pulled Wonder Woman’s uniform free. “Why don’t we take a look?”
---
“I-I look ridiculous! There’s no way I can go out like this!”
Dinah had to admit: Wonder Woman looked ridiculous. The once sexy and intimidating beacon of justice that the princess of the Amazons had been, was now a flat-chested and pouty woman that lacked potty training. The thick diaper Black Canary had changed Diana into poked out of the costume noticeably. Stuffed as it was into the outfit, the crinkling seemed even louder than before.
“You have to Diana. The world needs Wonder Woman, diapers or no. Who cares about your...accidents, so long as you get stuff done? I bet it’s pretty humiliating for a someone to be bested by a diapered Wonder Woman.”
“I’d have to best them is the problem. Ever since that day on Olympus...everytime I try and be my old self; I end up falling, or crying, or wetting myself, or-or sucking my thumb! An-And it just keeps getting worse...you wouldn’t understand -- no one unders-”
BOOM
The entire store shook from some distant explosion. The lights above them flickered, then went out. The two superheroes were left in the dark as they tried to make sense of what just happened.
“G-Give me my street clothes! We’ve gotta go! I don’t want anyone to see me!”
Black Canary was too focused on her phone and a small communications device on her wrist to pay attention to Diana. The diapered adult stomped her foot in frustration and yelled at the top of her lungs.
“GIVE ME MY CLOTHES! RIGHT N-”
Diana’s mouth was clamped shut by her friend’s hand. Canary’s free hand swatted Diana’s behind several times.
THWAP THWAP THWAP
Her diapers dampened the pain, but the sentiment was more than enough to get Wonder Woman to listen. “Enough! You want to act like a baby, Diana? I can treat you like one. You and I can march right of this store right now, and I can have you on the next transport to Themyscira so your mommy can change your diapers. Do you want me to do that?” Canary spread her fingers slightly so that Diana could speak.
“N-No...I don’t want that…”
“Then start acting like a grown woman with a bladder problem, and not like an overgrown baby! I’ve got reports coming in that Circe’s back in the capital. This time, she’s opening a portal of some kind. At least, she’s trying to. Those artifacts she’s been picking up here and there? Necessary components for some kind of ritual. And we just happen to be a couple blocks away from her. Lucky us! It’s going to take some time for backup to arrive, so that leaves us to contain the situation for as long as we can.”
Diana swallowed audibly. “What can we do?”
“I’m going to get people out of harm’s way. You’re going to go toe-to-toe with the sorceress.”
“Dinah...I-I don’t know. Last time I…”
“The whole world saw what happened, Diana. It’s time you showed them you haven’t changed.” Then, to her communicator, Dinah continued, “I’m en route right now. Wonder Woman will keep Circe busy.” Canary nodded to Diana and ran from the dressing room.
I can do this…
Though a scared Diana Prince had entered the store, it was Wonder Woman that left it. She ran as fast as she could to where the earlier explosive originated. All Diana had to do was go in the opposite direction of the crowd. They worried her at first; all those people. But Diana quickly discovered that they were far more terrified of what they were running from than they were interested in the diapers around Diana’s waist.
Diana felt invigorated by the time Circe was in her sight.
I don’t even have to defeat her by myself...I just need to hold out long enough for help to arrive...I can do this…
The sorceress stood atop a pile of rubble formed from the government building she had destroyed; the artifacts she had collected swirled around her in purple tendrils of magic; and the ground shook with the raw power of Circe’s will. An imperfect circle of broken concrete and asphalt hundreds of feet in diameter surrounded and isolated Circe from the multitude of police cruisers, news vans, and panicked people. Despite the chaos around her, Circe remained completely engrossed in her magic; though her eyes seemed to follow something in the crowd. Her thick red lips curled into a smile as the familiar red and blue of Wonder Woman’s costume became clear to her among the crowd.
Diana pushed her way to the front. She swallowed the last bit of her fear; certain that if she hesitated for even a moment, she would lose her courage.
“CIRCE!”
The sorceress had already begun to approach by the time Diana took a step free of the crowd. The arcane energies she commanded continued to swirl like a tornado behind her. “Wonder Woman! I must say, I’m surprised. Didn’t expect to see you so soon after our last ‘talk’. I hadn’t planned to see you until I conquered Themyscira. Figured I’d grab you from the nursery on my way out.”
Diana stopped a few feet shy of Circe. The villain circled Diana and laughed. “I see you came prepared, Amazon.” Circe gave Wonder Woman’s butt a light pat, then leaned in close. Diana could feel the woman’s breath on the nape of her neck. “I’m going to have fun humiliating you, Wonder Girl.”
“Not likely, witch!”
Diana turned and swung her sword in a wide arc. She struck Circe in the arm and the crowd around them gasped. All eyes were on Wonder Woman and Circe. Diana ignored the stares and pointed fingers as best she could. She told herself that her diaper had gone unnoticed; that their attention was focused elsewhere. She would give them a show and distract the world from her humiliation.
With a yell, Diana charged Circe and her blade pierced the sorceress’ midriff. Circe just smiled at her. “How terribly naughty of you, Wonder Girl. Did mommy not teach you manners?” Circe dissolved into thick purple fog; only to appear behind Diana a moment later, unharmed.
Wonder Woman cursed under her breath. Not even two minutes into their fight and she was already exhausted. Her sword arm ached and her legs began to wobble beneath her. But that wasn’t Diana’s only concern. The crowd around her had grown uneasy. Some fled, sure that Wonder Woman would lose to Circe as she had before. The rest held their phones and cameras aloft, eager to get video of whatever might happen next.
My sword is so heavy...I-I don’t even know if I could run right now. Gods, I wish everyone would just leave...I-I can’t let them see me like this.
Diana’s body began to tingle again. She was so used to the feeling, that she hardly noticed at first. It wasn’t until she began to leak into her diaper that she was aware. The overwhelming desire to suck something filled her mind. Diana could only whimper as she squeezed her thighs together to stop her bladder from emptying. It was all she could do to not fall on her knees and release.
Circe noticed Diana’s change immediately. She strode confidently toward the crowd and yanked a microphone from a nearby news crew, then grabbed a cameraman by the scruff and pulled him toward Wonder Woman.
“Everyone take a good look at Wonder Woman. Your little superhero can barely move. Wonder why?” Circe pushed the cameraman down to his knees and positioned his camera at Diana’s crotch. “Why don’t you tell the world what you’re wearing Wonder Baby.” She pressed the microphone to Diana’s lips.
Wonder Woman couldn’t muster a single word. She dropped her sword and shield, no longer strong enough to hold their weight, and covered her face with her hands.
Circe scoffed and put the microphone in the cameraman’s face. She grabbed Diana’s costume at the crotch, pulled it up and over, and exposed the slightly soggy crotch of Wonder Woman’s diapers. “What is she wearing?”
The camera man’s face was one of disbelief. “A-A diaper. Wonder Woman is wearing a diaper.”
Diana could hear the crowd mock her.
I-I can’t do anything anymore...Aphrodite won...I’m-I’m just a big dumb baby…
Wonder Woman began to openly cry.
“Tell me, Amazon. What does wearing diapers and crying like this make you?”
Diana whimpered. Despite her humiliation, she couldn’t help but answer Circe. She felt like a child next to the sorceress. “I’m-I’m a big baby…”
Circe cackled in delight. “Then let’s make you look more appropriate!”
The crowd watched as Wonder Woman was lifted into the air. Her armored costume shifted and changed before their eyes. The bracers on her wrists turned into bright pink baby mitts that left her hands useless. The red, blue, and gold of her old outfit changed to pink, baby blue, and pastel yellow. The waist of it rose to just under her flat chest and the bottom flared out, giving the outfit a baby-doll dress look. This left Diana’s diapers completely exposed to the crowd. Wonder Woman’s hair was then pulled up into two cute pigtails and, as a finishing touch, Circe pushed an oversized pink pacifier into her mouth.
Diana floated back down to the ground and landed on her hands and knees. She tried to stand, to run away, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t get the balance to do it; instead, she was left helpless crawling on the ground in front of Circe.
“There, little princess. Your new costume suits you.”
The entire crowd now video-taped or snapped pictures of Wonder Woman. Diana could do little else but cry around her pacifier. As humiliated as it made her, she couldn’t help but suck on the nipple for comfort.
“Now for something I’ve been looking forward to ever since you pissed yourself underneath me.”
Circe grabbed Diana around the waist and lifted her up onto her hip. A rocking chair appeared out of thin air before them, and Circe took a seat. She placed Wonder Woman across her knee and rested her hand on her diapered rear.
S-She’s gonna spank me! N-No, I have to stop her. T-This is too far!
Wonder Woman squirmed in her lap, but Circe kept her pinned easily with one hand. “How pathetic. You can’t even keep me from spanking you like a child. Lay still and accept your fate, Wonder Baby.”
“Pweeaseeeee!” Diana’s plea for leniency came out even more pathetic as she spoke around her pacifier. She sobbed and went limp in defeat as she felt the first few swats to her backside.
THWAP THWAP THWAP
“You’ve been a sorry excuse for a hero, Amazon. Apologize for wasting everyone’s time with your pretending, little girl!”
“N-No, puh-please!”
THWAP
“I’m sorrrrrry! I-I’m not a-”
THBPTHBPT!!!
Diana grunted, surprised by the sudden pressure in her bowels. The cameraman from before positioned himself behind Wonder Woman and got a clear shot of Diana’s diapers as the crotch turned yellow and sagged as Diana pissed herself.
Circe laughed aloud. “Auntie Circe knows that face. Does little Wonder Baby need to make boom-boom?”
No...I-I can’t hold it. Not now please!
“Get a close-up of this, cameraman. Wonder Baby here is about to show you how bad she needs her diapers.”
THWAP THWAP
Wonder Woman grunted as she lost the last bit of control of her body. She hated how good it felt to relieve herself and how natural it all seemed for her to mess her diapers.
PRRRRPTH
Around the world, people had tuned into the news to see the close-up live feed of Wonder Woman pooping in her diapers. People could hardly believe what they saw. On another channel, someone videotaped Diana’s face. Drool covered her chin as she sucked sloppily on her pacifier. The relief she felt from her mess was plain on her face.
“Good baby!” Circe praised Wonder Woman for giving into her infantile desires completely. She pressed her hand into the seat of Diana’s diapers and laughed as Diana squirmed in her lap. “I thought perhaps that I would be content after this, but I think I’ll keep you as a pet Wonder Baby. Lock away those naughty weapons of yours and give you a rattle to play with. Maybe I could even turn that lasso of yours into something more appropriate for a girl your age.”
Wonder Woman said nothing. She had been utterly defeated. There was no escaping that. She resigned herself to whatever Circe had planned. She was just a big baby now. The whole world knew that now.
“Let her go Circe. Your little scheme is over.”
Diana and Circe both turned to look behind them. They had both been so distracted they hadn’t even noticed that backup from the Justice League had finally arrived. Black Canary, Green Arrow, and Superman stood in front of the portal. Diana’s eyes widened as she saw her mother, Hippolyta, among them. Circe’s artifacts were strown on the ground around them, destroyed and bereft of their power.
The sorceress was furious. She pulled Wonder Woman up, placed her on her hip, and approached the group. “You’ve stopped the portal, yes. But I’ve got a new toy. I suggest you stay where you are if you want Wonder Baby here safe and sound.” Then in one swift motion too fast for Diana to see, she was out of Circe’s arms and being held by The Flash. She was handed off to Hippolyta, who held her close as they made their way from the conflict.
Nooo...I-I can’t believe after all this, she’s holding me like a baby! D-Did she see what happened? Gods, there’s no way she can’t tell what I’ve done in my diapers.
Diana couldn’t help but bury her head in her mother’s chest and cry. Hippolyta gently stoked her daughter’s hair as she laid her down. “You’re stuck like this I’m afraid. Aphrodite cannot be swayed on this; but the magic corrupting your outfit can be dispelled, Diana. I’m going to need to strip you down. You can’t be Wonder Woman anymore, but the world still needs her. I’ll be taking over now, and you need some rest.
“O-Okay…”
Hippolyta undressed Diana until she was naked save for her messy diaper. An Amazon that had accompanied Diana’s mother placed a large, pink diaper bag down next to them and pulled out changing supplies for Diana. She was changed in the back of a nearby police van. Diana could see from the corner of her eye that people watched her, taped her. She didn’t feel humiliated anymore. Everyone knew she was a baby. Of course she would get her diaper changed by her mommy.
Diana was dressed in a baby pink onesie with a snap crotch. Her hair was left in pigtails and the pacifier never left her mouth. Resigned to her new life as a baby, Diana hugged her mother tight as they were transported to the Justice League’s base, the Watchtower. A room had already been made up for her; a nursery sized perfectly for a baby her size.
Hippolyta deposited her daughter in a crib decorated with Wonder Woman’s symbol and colors. She gently tickled Diana’s belly, and managed to get a laugh from the big sulking baby. “Mommy will be back, sweetheart. Be a good girl for everyone while I’m away.”
Diana nodded and yawned. Her pacifier fell from her mouth and she immediately began to whimper. Hippolyta sighed and replaced it for her daughter. She then slid the bars of the crib back up and locked it in place. Diana watched her leave through half-closed eyes. She could just barely hear her mother speak to someone.
“Keep an eye on her until I get back, Cyborg. She can be a handful.”
---
By the time Diana awoke, her mother had already returned. She stood next to Black Canary and the two watched Diana through the bars of her crib. Canary reached through the bars and slipped a finger into Diana’s diaper. “Yeah she’s soaked. Mind if I change her this time Wonder Woman?”
Hippolyta walked to the changing table and nodded. “Be my guest, Dinah.”
Diana rubbed the sleep from her eyes and took a second look at her mother. She rifled through the large pink diaper bag from before (only now did Diana notice that her name had been stitched on the side). Hippolyta wore Diana’s old outfit, though Circe’s magic and Aphrodite’s adjustment had been dispelled. Diana couldn’t help but feel upset being next to the two grown women, the two superheros with breasts and potty-training.
It’s not fair!
Black Canary lowered the bars of the crib and reached for Diana. Irritated, Diana slapped at Dinah’s hands and whined around her pacifier.
“Whoa! Someone is cranky today.”
“Diana, behave yourself!” Her mother scolded her.
“Nuh-uh!”
Hippolyta sighed. “Just leave her to me. She must be hungry. She can sit in her soggy diapers for a little bit longer if that’s what she wants.”
With strength that only an Amazon could muster, Hippolyta lifted Diana from the crib and hoisted her up onto her hip. She crossed the room and gave a few light smacks to Diana’s rear whenever she tried to squirm free.
“Behave yourself baby girl.”
Hippolyta sat down in a rocking chair and positioned Diana so that her face was right next to her chest. She cooed down to Diana and tickled her underneath her chin. “Dinah, would you help me out of this breastplate.”
“Sure thing!”
D-Don’t tell me she’s gonna…! N-Not with Black Canary here. Nooooo!
Diana tried to free herself from her mother’s lap only to receive a few more swats to her diapered butt. She could only stare as her mother’s breasts were freed of the outfit. Her nipples were but a few inches from her mouth. Diana couldn’t believe how conflicted she was. It was as if some part of her desired greatly to be breastfed.
I-I don’t actually want this, do I?
Then, a knock on the door drew all their attention. Zatanna Zatara stood in the doorway. “Oh! I’m so sorry. I heard what happened. Wanted to check up on Diana.”
“Don’t apologize. I was just about to feed Diana. She can’t keep solid food in her mouth or off her bib so I’ve decided to breastfeed her. I’ve missed the bonding. Please, come in.”
Canary and Zatanna both?!
Diana attempted to make a fuss but was quickly derailed as the pacifier was pulled free of her mouth. Almost immediately she began to whimper and reach for it; then her eyes fell on her mother’s nipples. Hippolyta gently pulled Diana in closer until her nipple grazed Diana’s cheek and, without hesitation, the diapered ex-superhero latched onto it. Her hunger and her desire to suckle for comfort rid Diana completely of any mixed feelings. She got a rhythm down before too long and suckled noisily as the three women looked on.
“I was so worried when I saw that video of her wetting herself at the museum.” Zatanna said.
“I was actually there when Circe exposed her diapers and spanked her in front of the whole world. I thought she’d be traumatized, but here she is enjoying her new life.” Canary added.
Hippolyta gently rocked Diana in her arms. “She’s happy and that’s all I care about. I’d gladly take a daughter that needs nap times and diaper changes than have to worry about her getting in life-threatening danger.”
Her mother’s warm milk dribbled past Diana’s lips and onto her onesie as she suckled greedily. The longer she was at it, the less shame she felt. It wasn’t her fault she was a baby after all. Aphrodite and Circe both had their hand in her downfall. She couldn’t be blamed for needing diapers, or a pacifier, or even to be breastfed. Diana had felt embarrassed for her infantile actions as Wonder Woman, surrounded by her peers, and seen by the world; but now she stayed in her nursery all day, diapered, and pacified. How could she be jealous of the women around her anymore? They were in a different league now.
As if to punctuate her acceptance of her babyish nature, Diana grunted around her mother’s nipple. A loud, wet fart was muffled by the padding of her diaper, and the grown-ups around her laughed at Diana’s complete lack of shame.
“Ohhh looks like baby Diana wants to make mommy a present!” Zatanna teased.
Diana’s expression quickly shifted from irritation to bliss as she pooped herself. She could feel the diaper sag from the weight of her mess. There was no doubt in her mind now. She would never be seen as an adult again. The old Diana would never be able to handle such humiliation, but the new baby Diana could. She held onto that thought and accepted her fate. Her crime-fighting days were over. Her days as an overgrown baby had just begun.
