A diaper hero(ine)

Chapter 8
The Final Battle

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Chapter Description: The final battle for survival begins

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It was 5 p.m. when I arrived to the mysterious wasteland I had been informed of.

My sister and I had been investigating for two weeks everything about the terrorist attack where we saved the lives of tenths of people. We had maintained a low profile these days, while following every surfacing clue that would lead us to the responsible. Now, I had known about certain abandoned factory where strange sightings of people in radiation suits had been reported; I had the feeling that was the place where the bomb had been built.

Now, I was walking to as an incognito, in my female form like a complete lady: I had put tennis shoes on, put a pair of hot denim shorts, a blouse, a pair of dark sunglasses and I had dressed my hair in a ponytail. On my back I carried a blue backpack, with my Big Boys diaper inside, for any emergency.

I trespassed the fence with much effort (how I missed being in my male form!) and sneaked behind the building…

A dangerous calm emanated from that old crumbling building set in the middle of the desert. The air was hot and brought a whistling murmur with it. In my female form I knew I was way more vulnerable, but also less visible, thus if the clue was a red herring, no one would know of the Diapered Hero’s plans, and I could argue anything to evade responsibility.

Slowly I approached to the walls of the factory, and found a column of stacked crates, piling up to a window. Trying to make the less noise as possible, I climbed on them and raised my head carefully to take a look through that broken and stained glass.

What I looked left me speechless; the factory was indeed active, and dozens of workers were there, in radiation suits, manipulating chemicals and materials through conveyor belts. It was entirely clear: They crafting bombs and missiles!

With a hole in my stomach, I hid and thought of a plan. Wonder Boy was waiting for me 2 km ago, in case of any emergency… But I thought the best idea would be reuniting with him, come back to explore at night, and make a plan along two or three days for the attack.

With this idea on my mind, I jumped down of the crates, proceeded to run away of the area… And in that moment, I was caught by someone, who covered my mouth with his hand and dragged me inside the building…

Inside the factory, a huge and terrible figure supervised the operation. The size of a little whale, the boss spoke with a feminine voice, quarreling to her commanders:

“We need enough bombs to threaten the Congress for next week!”, she pandered.

The soldier on front of his condescended, and her immediate servants, three beautiful women dressed as escorts, took the military out.

“So hard to find anyone competent…”, the boss woman said, still in shadows. “If I had no freed all these useless bags of crap from prison, no one would have given a crap about them”.

Could she be the one responsible of the massive breakout of two months ago? Who could be the criminal mastermind behind all this?

Walking calmly and imposing, the woman walked out of the shadows: She was fat, short, round head with a plump face, her hair jet black, long and curly. Her body was voluptuously evil, with gigantic boobs and a piece of ass! She was wearing a luxurious red dress, red heels, and stared at everything with a perverse grin – She was…!

I found myself carried into the factory by two men wearing black tuxedos and sunglasses.

“Please!”, I thought to myself, while I struggled to free myself. “Only a chance to put my diaper on!”.

But my fight was in vain; they got me grabbed by ankles and wrists and took me on front of a big door. Next to it, there was a man. But he was not any man… He was a Big man, a tall and fat man wearing a luxurious suit and a bowler hat, sporting a thick black mustache in the middle of his plump face.

And I recognized him instantly!

“Mmm… What do we have here?”, he asked, perversely gentle. Then he took his hand to my cheek; I revolted when his plump fingers with a huge golden ring with a diamond tried to caress me.

“We found her on the outside, Boss”, responded one of the guards. “A spy or something”.

The big man opened his eyes wide, like he was surprised. Then I realized, I had recognized him, but he had no idea who I was. In that moment, I could take advantage of the situation, and pressed a secret button on my watch…

“Let’s take her to the Lady”, the fat man asked, moving away from the door. And then, the guards and the man took my by the dark corridor to meet the Big Boss…

2 km from there, Wonder Boy received my emergency call. Her watch started to ring, and she reacted immediately:

“Oh, no, Julie is in troubles!”, said.

Then the little boy rode on the car, crossed the safety belt around her naked chest, and pushed the clutch with her bare foot.

“There I go, sister!”, she promised, pushing the accelerator to the floor.

The jeep turned in a dust ball as she drove all the way by the desert.

By that moment, we had arrived to the door of the Final Boss. The guards threw me inside and ran away, the Big Man accompanying me.

- Miss Batelo… - he said, pleasantly. – I bring you a stowaway.

Then he threw me to the floor, where I landed on my knees. The big figure remained in shadows on front of me, but I could easily guess her perverse silhouette.

- Great – the evil woman said. She was smoking with a long cigarette holder, and whimsically walked around while talking without any passion. – Thanks a lot, Doyle. Now you can go back to your place.

The man made a bowing and walked out by the door, that closed instantly. I started to sweat cold, as I knew I was now entirely alone with no escape. Then, the fat woman walked to me, gradually going out of the shadows.

- So… A stowaway…? – she pronounced, delightful.

I knew who she was in that very same moment! Miss Dorance Batelo! A Maximum Security mafia mastermind! I had read about a certain “Dorance Batelo” on the police files, but never knew it was actually a woman. Also, the CIA had never revealed who were the 3 Top Security prisoners who had escaped. Wonder Boy and Diapered Hero had found and defeated one of them –Taliban terrorist Abdul Al-Jazeerah- and taken him down. Now I was on front of the second one. And she was not only that…

I had never connected the dots before, but I had read Dorance Batelo had a long-time partner named Arthur Doyle. They were not only the most dangerous criminal pair in present, but they were also completely insane about crime!

Even they constantly conducted bank heists, extortions, kidnapping and other high-profile operations, they were entirely in love with any kind of crime. One of their pastimes was simply driving to any street, break into someone’s house and steal everything on it, no matter if the owners didn’t have more than 2 dollars!

And now, I had realized: They were also the first two burglars I had fought in the beginning of my career! Was the circle of my superhero life coming to a closure?

“Kneel down, girl!”, she ordered.

I was afraid enough to do it.

“Go check her!”, she ordered next.

Her three confidence ladies, three beautiful adult women wearing skanky dresses, walked to me in high heels. They grabbed me by my arms and took my backpack.

“Let’s see what do we have here…”, the villainess said, searching with her plump hand inside of my backpack.

I closed my eyes in a bitter mood, and she soon found my diaper.

“Ha ha! What is thiiis…?”, she said, taking it out, apprehended from her bright-red long fingernails. I could feel the sadism in her smile as she contemplated it. “Mmmmhh… Who is this girl we got here?”

I refused to say anything, but she soon passed of me, and instead, she talked to the leader of her escorts squad:

“Nella!”

“Madam, do you think she is…?”, the escort leader asked, in a fearful fashion.

“Well, this cloth here is very similar…”, Lady Batelo adventured, rubbing her greasy chin with two fingers. “And she managed to get in here…”

My heart shook in fear.

“What if she is an imitator, Madam?”, the escort leader objected, “There are many of them!”

What the hell were they talking about…?! Did they actually know my secret?!?!

“I don’t think so”, the Boss said, half-closing her eyes and dedicating me a smile. “All this is way too suspicious… Too much!”

“Madam!”, the guard responded again, waiting for orders, and performed a salute.

Lady Batelo examined me, thinking about what to do, and after five seconds or so of silence, she gave her next order:

“Quickly! Undress her!”

I couldn’t do a thing, when the female guards took me again by the arms and started taking my clothes off.

Meanwhile, at the factory, and away of the soundproof-clad quarter of Lady Batelo, someone broke into the factory. The guards turned their heads, in alarm, when Wonder Boy’s jeep took the fence down, and accelerated at max speed heading to the factory.

“Get down!”, one of the sentinels said, tumbling on the ground.

“That’s it!”, my boy sister screamed, in excitement. “You better go off my way, all of you!!”

Without a hint of fear, the Jeep reached the factory’s wall and tumbled it down with a great crush!

Inside, every guard and worker ran away, fearful of my daredevil sister, who had plain broke into the party. And next, she jumped down the ramshackle jeep for more action!

“OK, all of you!”, she said, cracking her knuckles. “You better give me my sister back!”

It was incredible how that little 6 years old kid, wearing nothing but a pair of tight cotton briefs, could inspire so much terror on the hearts of the evildoers.

Even the guards of the factory ran away, while the leader, Mr. Arthur Doyle, called in anger:

“All of you, you fools!! Traitors!!”, he shouted, while drooling furious. “Come back all of you!”

My sister, seeing how in control was of the situation, calmly walked to Doyle, and made a request:

“You will bring here my sister… I mean, the Diapered Hero!”

Doyle seemed to realize:

“Ahh, so the boss’s theory is right!”, he said, walking back. ”The Diapered Hero and Wonder Boy… Are girls in disguise!”.

Karla stopped dead, realizing how she had spilled the beans. But she didn’t stop to think for much time:

“Okay, whatever! I don’t care about your bullshit!”, she said, angry, giving a stop forward with her hand into a fist. “Just surrender or die!”.

But what she didn’t realized was that she was getting in the lion’s den. In that moment, Doyle gave a step back, and with a precise swing of his hand, pushed a red button, that triggered an alarm.

“Eh?!”, Karla said, surprised by the red flickering lights that turned on with a loud sound of sirens. “What the hell?!”

My sister was still turning around, when a flock of elite guards came, armed with electric canes, completely clad on black bulletproof uniforms.

“At him!”, Mr. Doyle cried, pointing at Karla with the finger.

There were like 7 or 8 guards, surrounding Karla, but she only smiled as a true daredevil, and assumed a combat pose.

“OK, come to me if you’re so brave!”, she asked, while the guards aimed at her with their batons.

Kilometers away… Nightfall was coming, over the desert and both the city. A certain fat kid lied on his bed, looking at the ceiling and thinking.

“What course I’m supposed to take now?”, Juan told to himself.

He had been in many troubles in his life, and most of them because of being a prick. But in the last year, two things had a lesson to this 9 years-old boy:

The first one, being spanked by nothing less than the Diapered Hero, greatest crimefighter in the history of the city. There, he realized he was being an actual criminal because of his rudeness, and learned his lack of respect for anyone had unleashed the wrath of the so-considered biggest figure of authority in the city. He had even been reverted into a helpless little girl as a punishment, and it took him some time to realize how to gain his regular form back.

The second one was about two weeks ago, when he was unwillingly involved in a terrorist attack that threatens his life and his family’s. He had felt the terror in his own flesh and fat, and had the opportunity to admire all the courage of the Diapered Hero and The Wonder Boy, who without asking for nothing threw himself to the fight bravely and saved everyone.

Now, Juan was reconsidering and changing his selfish and rebellious ways. He only waited God to send a light for him to him what way he should follow. And suddenly, it came, in an unexpected way!

A light like the one of a shooting star came through Juan’s window and he jumped up from the bed just in that very moment. Breathless, he followed it with his sight, until it laid just on top of his desk. It was it!

Juan remembered it quickly: It was the same dreadful idol that had turned him into a baby girl the night he recklessly broke into the Diapered Hero’s house! Now it was on his own room, with his eyes still lighting and aiming at him!

“Juan… JUAN!”, a voiced sounded on his head. Clearly, the figurine was talking to him. But, he didn’t know exactly why, this time he didn’t feel fear.

“What?! What’s it…?”, he asked, with his mind. “What do you want from me?!”.

“JUAAAN…”, the statue continued, with a magnificent voice. “There’s someone who need your help…”

“My help?!”, Juan answered, confused. “Wha--?! I’m no one to help… I’m just, you know, an annoying kid!”

But the statue didn’t show any discomfort, and talked to him with the same confidence:

“It seems you still don’t know who you are, or your mission in life…”, he said, creating a great shock in Juan’s mind, who suddenly found the figurine knew exactly what he was passing through. “But I sense you’re changed. By learning, you’ve become a good and brave little man… It’s time for you to turn into the hero you’ve grown to be!”

Juan found himself invigorated by the statue’s words, but he still didn’t know what to do?

“HOW?!”, he asked, excited by not without a portion of fear. “What shall I do?!”

“It’s The Diapered Hero and Wonder Boy”, the statue revealed. “They’re in big trouble right now… They need YOU and your help!”.

Juan popped out of the bed, and walked in front of the statue.

“Do they?!”, asked, determined. “Where are they?! How can I help them?!”, he asked, desperate to help.

The statue nodded with a subtle movement, then his eyes enlightened again, and something started to appear floating in the thin air. Juan’s eyes were open wide when he saw a tiny pair of girl’s panties materializing on front of him.

“Here you are”, the statue announced. “Make a wise use of them!”.

Without thinking for two seconds, Juan grabbed the pair of magic panties and hurried to use them.

At those moments, I was trapped by the forces of evil. The escort guards of my arch-nemesis had quickly undressed me to the nude, and took me to an iron plane. There, they lied me down and while I kept struggling to free myself, they locked my wrists and ankles with iron manacles.

I was left there, in desperate, for a couple of minutes, thinking what was going to be of my sister, and the whole city. Then, with an iron clank, the big door opened again, and by it entered the evil Miss Batelo, accompanied by two escorts. She was wearing a sort of night robe made out of red silk and tied by the wrist with one belt.

She walked calmly to me, with one escort by her side, looking me down. After a dramatic pause, she finally stopped, and asked me:

“Who are you?”

I did not know what to answer. My real name? Reveal my secret identity? Or what? I wasn’t going to be safe by any mean. So I simply avoided the question:

“Only a girl! Let me go!”, I cried, shaking my manacles.

Batelo was not pleased, but in control of the situation to keep a smile.

“Oh, yes? Then what were you doing here?”

“Just walking! I happened to end up here, I don’t know anything!”, I answered.

Miss Batelo retreated again, with a perverse smile, and called her other escort. As she walked towards, the evil fat woman decided to get close to me. She bowed enough to be face to face with me, intimidating me with her ruthless look.

“So you don’t want to talk….?”, she asked, serious, but in some way playful, mocking and seductive. Then, I felt a chill as her long fingernails scratched me softly in my belly. “I think you’re hiding too many things!”

The unpredicted touch made me retreat in terror, while the escort came, with something in her hands. The mistress snatched it with no gentleness, took her in her hands to show me.

“Now… Let’s see if this refreshes your memory”, she said, spreading the diaper and exhibiting on front of my face. “Now tell me: WHAT IS THIS?!”, she demanded.

Her eyes, injected with anger and arrogance, were frightening much. So much I could only move my head back and argue:

“I DON’T KNOW!”, I cried. “PLEASE LET ME GO!”

Unimpressed, Miss Batelo walked two steps backwards, again, and handled the magic diaper to her escort without turning round.

“Okey…”, the fat woman said in a somber voice. “Put it on her!”

The pair of escorts walked stoical to me, with the diaper in her hands, and surrounded me. I knew what was coming, and struggled to prevent being diapered, but the manacles were too strong and I was completely paralyzed! Soon, they slipped the diaper behind my butt, and with calm moves, they folded it over my pubis.

“NOOOO…! PLEAAASE!!”, I yelled, shaking my head with my loose hair flapping around my face.

But it was unavoidable. With her arm crossed and a pleasant smile on her fat lips, mafia leader Dorance Batelo observed how they clipped my magic diaper to my waist with the adhesive tapes. It was done.

As the escorts walked back, the magic force granted to me by Shikhandi started to fill my body with a dim glow. I kept struggling, arching my back, and made whatever spiritual effort I could do to stop it, but it was all futile. The magic began to transform my body, under the amused eyes of my enemies. First, my female legs broadened, crowned with powerful muscles. My height diminished just as my long hair, and my weak girl body buffed up into the one of a young macho. My breasts disappeared, shaped into a strong and resistant brace of male pectorals. And under my diaper, a proud and powerful cock sprouted out from my vagina, with two big balls hanging, to replace it.

Exhausted, I panted, realizing I was now a complete boy, but yet still chained to the iron. I heard my captor women whispering, and after that, Lady Batelo came to me, applauding slowly with a genuine laughter.

“Oh. My. God”, she announced, cruelly entertained. “So this is how it happens…”

I could simply raise my eyes and look at her, in anger and fear, while I wanted to cry. My most beloved secret, in hands of the enemy.

“I still cannot believe my suspicious were correct!”, she confessed. “I have many spies around the city, and some of them told me sometimes when you disappear unexpectedly, a frail naked girl appeared in your place…”

The gargantuan woman was delighting so much on revealing me her secrets. She walked just in front on me, and grabbed my chin with her plump hand, in a motherly yet evil way. I struggled to escape, with no success, only turning my face a little but unable to avoid her bad caress.

“And my theory was right!”, she concluded, triumphant. “What a damn freak!”, laughed again.

I grinded my teeth, unable to fight my defeat. But for Dorance, it was only starting.

“And now… Your power will be mine!”, she whispered to my ear, confident.

I couldn’t recover from the shock when she had already given me her fat back and walked away, swaying her enormous fat ass. Then, she raised a hand and gave a cold order to her escorts:

“Take his diaper off”

Ten miles into the desert, an incredible zoom of light moved at an impressive speed, enlightening the road for a couple of seconds before dispersing it and keep on moving forward.

“I have to hurry…”, Juan said, rushing towards. “The heroes need me!”, he said to himself.

In the front of the factory, Wonder Boy battled bravely with the elite guards of Miss Batelo.

“Take this!”, she yelled, while performing a midair whirlwind kick against one of them. The guard feel to the floor with his bulletproof helmet crushed, but surprisingly, could rise again rubbing his jaw.

“They are not any guard…”, Karla thought, while struggling to defender herself against the squad. “But I have to do it if I want to rescue Julie!”

“Now let’s see how good you are!”, my sister screamed, tackling two soldiers and sending them to the mat.

It took her more effort than the expected, and in the moment Karla made a pause to wipe the sweat off her brow, a whistling blow was aimed to her. In a moment of truth, she could coil a little and dodge the attack, but the electrified baton passed at millimeters of her. Wonder Boy couldn’t even recover before another attack, now came to her back effectively hitting her with a discharge of 10,000 watts.

“KRRRRGAAAH!”, my poor sister screamed, moved by the blow. But her guts were much to be stopped by that.

As a flock of scavenger birds, five enemies pounced to her. But making use of all her strength and desperation, Karla raised her arms in a super punch and threw them flying.

“Get off me, you scum!!”, she shouted.

Karla was sobbing, hurt and very tired, only waiting for something to come save her.

“Come to me…”, she asked, not very much convincing. “… If you dare..!”

The guards were left stunned for a few seconds, but soon they started to wake up to renew their attack. But at the same time, another person was studying the situation. Peeking behind a wall, Mafia Hitman Arthur Doyle was loading a rifle and waiting for the right moment.

“Now let’s see how you respond to this, kiddo”, he told to himself, naughty.

Karla kept on fighting with the guardsmen, trying to do her best, but in the moment when she turned round to kick an enemy, Arthur found her Siegfried’s leaf and shot.

“Got you!”

With the whistle of a silencer, a projectile flew and hit right in the blank… More or less.

"YEEEOOOOUUUCH!!", Karla screeched, coiling with both legs, while holding her ass with both hands.

“Damn!”, Doyle lamented, frustrated.

Karla turned her head round, looking at her butt. Over her magic par of boy briefs, a kind of dart had penetrated and pierced her buttock. Intrigued, he picked it out and looked at her in her hand. A cold chill ran through her spine when he realized things were going to get worse, but she soon tried to dispel those negative feelings:

“I won’t let this stop me!”, thought.

So she hurled again to combat, swinging her limbs trying to hit somebody… But her opponents dodged her attacks easily! She couldn’t score a hit no matter how much she tried! Soon she realized, her attacks were more and more erratic. With her last whirlwind kick, she plain lost control of her fist and landed on her butt, feeling nimble and clunky.

“What… happens?!”, she asked to herself, realizing now even her thoughts were slower.

With a confusing move, she just fell down on her knees, with her chin on the floor and the butt aiming to the air, feeling dizzy.

“Now! Now!”, she heard next, in the voice of the mafia marksman, commanding the squad. “Over him! Finish hiiiim...! DO IIIIT!!”

Back to my predicament:

No matter of how I struggled, Batelo’s henchwomen easily took my diaper off. Meanwhile, the third servant arrived to the room. The fat boss had given me her back, and walked to the center of the room. There, she stopped and raised her arms theatrically, the long sleeves of her heavy robe caressing the floor, and waited for her escort to come.

The servant woman kneeled and untied Lady Batelo’s robe, that fell down as a cascade to the ground. That revealed to me her naked body, as she was entirely naked under her night garment.

A mix between eroticism and repulsion unexplainably made my cock erect; the body of the villainess lady was magnificent, she was short and plump, with a pair of perfect round huge buttocks, pink and healthy, and seemingly juicy and tender rolls of fat encasing her thighs, arms, legs and abdomen; her spongy back, partially covered by the red waterfall of curly hair craved to me as a fluffy matter to lay my head and sleep.

But even if I felt suddenly hypnotized by her beauty, I remembered her evil plans. While the gorgeous witch waited, the other pair of servants came to her with my diaper spread, and knelt down to begin putting on her. I could be no more distressed: My best weapon, in hands of my dire nemesis.

As the servants struggled on fitting the Magic Diaper around the hips of their voluminous boss, Miss Dorance started a vindictive speech:

“Here, you kid, will see, how the triumph always belong to the strongest”, proclaimed, almost laughing in joy. “Now, your power will be mine, and I’ll conquer the world…!”

After a hard time, the servants managed to somewhat made her love handles fit into the 12-year-old boy diaper, stuck the adhesive to it, and waited to see if it sustained itself. My heart skipped a beat. They have done it!

With a vow of hand, Dorance Batelo dismissed her servants, who walked away to the sides, and laughed. With a slow turn, the mafia boss turned round to me, exhibiting her gigantic fat tits, as the magic started to embrace her. And in the most classic villainess laughter, she announced:

“NOW!! CONTEMPLATE!!”

The ground almost pounded when the dim light of Shikhandi’s magic started running over her body, making it tremble. Batelo raised her arms in a cross, and spread her red-painted toenail feet, while waves of magic made her body fat move in waves. Horrifically, she seemed in a kind of ecstasy, clenching her hands into fists and raising her face to the ceiling, while she yelled:

“OHH, YEAH…!! It’s coming to me…!! I have it!!”, in a trembling voice filled with delight.

I had no idea of what was going to be the result of the transformation, but judging by the effects the diaper was making on her, I knew I had much to fear. Even her servants gave a step back, frightened, and hugged each other while contemplating the transformation.

Then the magic waves began to shape Lady Batelo’s body. First, her limbs and abdomen seemed to squeeze and inflate once and again, in a repulsive fashion; then, they decreased in size for a definitive; the diaper was slowly adapting her new bearer’s body to it, and soon it began to take a slender and definite shape. With horror, I watched as my enemy’s body abandoned their fat female form and started to turn into the one of a sculptural man. It first reduced to the point of well-built, but then, as a bag of popcorn, it began to buff up into powerful macho muscles.

“YEESSS..!!”, Lady Batelo screamed, in middle of great pleasure, as her body toned up. “THIS IS IT!!”

By that moment, the entire room was trembling with a metallic vibration, and after those insane screams from their boss, in a new tone of voice that didn’t seem to correspond exactly neither the one of a man or a female, her escorts were freaked enough to flee away running, without even looking back.

Lady Batelo started lowering her head, grinding teeth, while her thighs, biceps, triceps and pecs pooped out in the ones that seemed to belong only to professional bodybuilders.

As she looked back to me in the eyes, I contemplated how the double chin and inflated cheeks from her female form were sculpted into the ones of a perfect granite statue of an adult man. Her long curly hair grew back to her scalp, turning into a short brush of hair like the one from a James Bond actor, and a thing mustache covered her new handsome manface.

And in the very same moment her face grew a malevolent smile and her new menacing green eyes looked to me, all the trembling and magic ceased, and she snapped, in clear whole control of her body.

“AAARRGGHH…!”, she growled, while pumping with the fist and bending her knees, after the trance she had just went through. “This is it…”, she said, contemplating her own big rough hands, admiring with emotion her new hulky muscular body.

Her perverse hands crossed all across the muscular relief of her man body. I could see her closing her eyes and sighing, delighting herself with the feeling of a perfect macho specimen and probably fantasizing she was caressing another man’s toned chest. Her fingers obscenely went down until her diaper, covering her own privates and feeling the big bulk sprouting under that plastic fabric. Finally, she smiled again, interested, and pulled the diaper a little upwards, taking a good look inside, and chuckling once again.

“YES!! THIS IS THE REAL POWER!”, roared for last time, her new, deep voice turned into in a scream filled with adrenaline and testosterone, while tensing every muscle of her.

I felt a cold void in my stomach, simply by looking at that diaper-clad new enemy, whose strength seemed to know no limit. And I almost pee myself when he aimed at me again.

“Ha ha ha ha ha…”, she mocked me, walking to me very menacing. Again I tried to shake my legs and arms, to even break the iron locks, but nothing worked again!

“And now, as a new hero rises”, she said, extending her arms to me. I closed my eyes, expecting for the worst. But instead, I felt how, using her powerful fingers, she broke the metal manacles that held my wrists and ankles to the iron. Suddenly freed, I almost fell from the iron, if there a big masculine hand had not grabbed me by the neck. I half-opened my eyes, feeling hurt by that hand’s grasp, and found my enemy’s angry face just on front of my eyes.

“… The last one must fall!”, she yelled, hurling me to the other side of the room, with a colossal throw.

My naked boy body slammed on the floor helpless, and it took me a couple seconds to recover from the shock. I was weakened because of all the struggle, and felt dizzy and disoriented, but managed to get back on my feet by supporting my hand on the wall. By the moment I raised my eyes, my enemy was walking calmly to me:

“Okay, kiddo”, Batelo said, pompous and arrogant, her bare feet stomping on the floor with every step. Suddenly, stopped, raised her hands in a cynical way. “I need to try my new body. And what better way to do it than by destroying YOU?”, finished.

I panted in tiredness. I felt all her evil energy emanating from her, just the same way as in her old horrendous walrus shape. But now, with she having stolen the magic gift of a perfect body, I was angrier than ever. I could not take it in any way! I shall not rest until seeing her defeated, return the magic diaper to its right owner, and turning her back into the horrendous fat blob she deserved to be.

Giving it all and more, I raised again, looked at her in rage, and let go a roar that impressed even to myself:

“YOOUUUUUUU!!”

My heart beating like there was no tomorrow, I prepared to attack. Pleased at seeing me angry, my enemy chuckled, and set to attack to. At the same time, we charged each other, and jumped towards the other to engage into a mortal combat, our penises erected to the max, and ready to clash in this final battle.

The guards stormed over Wonder Boy and attacked his little tushy with their open palms.

“Take this!”, screamed one of the masked man, his big hand slapping with no remorse Karla’s butt in a brutal spank.

Karla only grinded her teeth, her eyes drowing with tears, as she felt all the pain of a hard spank well given. But she would not give them the reward of hearing her cry. She had to resist, just like the real hero(ine) she was.

Quickly the other men came, laughing, giving another smack to her bottom.

“I want to!”, another one said, slapping her too.

“Now is my turn”, yet another man yelled, scoring a big hit over Wonder Boy’s brief.

“It’s mine!”, another guard interrupted, squatting down to gave a tremendous spank on my sister’s butt.

Soon, it was a real slap fest over my sister’s butt.

Constant spanks hailed over her, with whipping thunderclaps that didn’t stop for an instant. Karla withstood every slap, but her tushy was getting so sore, her little cheeks more than surely bright red, shining in pain under her little briefs. But that was nothing she could do about it, as the sedative had taken the control over her limbs.

“Hold a sec”, marksman Doyle said, stepping ahead and stopping the attacks. “Strip his briefs away. That’ll let him powerless”.

The guards obeyed immediately, one of them grabbed Wonder Boy by his thighs and softly raised his knees of the floor, while other grabbed his brief’s elastic and pulled it down, leaving Karla’s bare bum exposed, entirely red and numb. Wonder Boy was laid again on the floor, now completely naked. Doyle threw her little boy briefs away, and gave her the next smack, with her fat and heavy hand.

“BAAAWWWW!!”, my sister cried, feeling the intense pain of a perfect spank on both cheeks. She cried her eyes, that finally started dripping tears by her cheeks.

She couldn’t help weep loud. Without her briefs, she was more vulnerable than ever; and probably, the tranquilizer had increased her pain sensitivity too, because she felt her bottom red hot, with an unbearable pain.

The poor boy cried like a siren, for her enemy’s laugh and mocking.

“Now, don’t stop attacking!”, Doyle ordered, in joy. “Don’t forget how many plans this little rascal has ruined!”

A new hail of spanks stormed on her naked butt, hurting her like never before. All of the men, knelt around her, ravaged on her ass with no pity at all, while she cried loud and louder.

“Ha ha ha ha ha”, Doyle laughed, cruelly. “Where’s your power now, little hero...?”

“AAYYEEE!! AYEEE!!”, Karla cried.

As she drowned more and more towards unconsciousness, Wonder Boy closed her eyes, feeling fainting, and sighed one last time, exhausted. Maybe that was the end.

The cruel mafia enforcer raised again his plump and strong hand, ready to deliver the coupe de grace:

“Time to finish you”.

… But in that very same moment, something broke through the factory’s door with an impressive buzz and a shine of light, dazzling everyone!

Surprised by the unexpected thing that passed on front of their eyes, the guards fell down on their bums, with no idea of what was happening.

“What the Hell…?!”, they screamed, at the unison.

But the light turned round and flew again at them like a comet.

“Wooh?!”, one guard cried, when it hit it right in the face and sent him to the mat, unconscious.

Doyle crawled back, scared by the light, and screamed in desperation, with his eyes wide opened:

“What…?! What the hell are you, will-o-wisp Freak…?!”

Then, that thing wrapped in light floated just on front of the fallen hero, and as the glow slightly dimmed, it showed it was not a “what”, but a “who”:

“You have hurt my hero, you baddies”, it babbled, in a soft infantile voice.

Floating in front of Doyle’s and Wonder Boy’s eyes, there was a petite little girl, about 4 years old girl, her blonde hair hairdressed in a half ponytail, pinkish white skin, wearing only a little pair of cotton pink girly panties. Her features were cute and mellow, her eyes honey-colored and she was missing a couple milk teeth and talking with a funny lisp; but she seemed as serious as a little girl could be.

“Now we wiw kick you tushies!”, she announced.

The guards were freaked much to react, and suddenly the little girl’s golden light enlightened her again, covering Wonder Boy’s hurt body within. As Karla was taken in by the gentle light, she started to feel her bones again, struggling to move, and in a couple of seconds felt again in control of her male body; not only that… The tiredness, and the pain on her buttocks, was disappearing too. She opened her eyes big as she felt now Better than ever!! And a new fire lighted in his heart.

“OK!!”, Karla said, putting again on feet with the hands on her waist, and looking daringly at the enemy squad, his diminutive boy peepee aiming to them. “Now I’m back at the arena!”

Doyle walked back, his fear now turned into madness and desperation:

“You…! Both of you, little rascals!!”, he insulted the couple of perfect kids, aiming at them with a trembling index, as walked towards, foam flowing from his mouth. “What are you waiting for?! ATTACK!!”, he commanded his battalion.

A little reluctant, the evil guards rushed to the fight with his electric batons, but the little strange girl floated away dodging every attack, flying with perfect control.

“Now THIS?!”, Karla said, advancing towards and hitting a punch right in the crotch against an enemy that tried to follow, with no results, the girl’s flight with his eyes. The enemy fell down, in pain, and Karla looked around searching for another enemy.

“WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!”, screamed Arthur Doyle, enraged, throwing a big tantrum while kicking with his feet on the floor.

The new duo was making a great teamwork fighting the villains: The mysterious girl floated around a couple of guard’s heads, making them go dizzy, until Wonder Boy arrived and dispatched them by crushing one against the other.

Soon, 7 guards had fallen, and my sister and the little girl posed back with back, over a pile of dispatched enemies, ready for more.

“Wow, thanks a lot”, Karla said to her new teammate, with a shining smile. “Can I ask who you are?”

“Let’s say your friend Shikhandi sent me as a light on your way”, she confessed, proud. “You can call me… Princess Juanita!”

Karla smiled back, and then both looked forward, to see the incredulous mafia man Arthur Doyle, frozen speechless totally impressed by the strength of the magical kids duo.

“Now…?”, Karla asked Juanita, looking at her.

“GO!”, the baby girl said, and they jumped towards the criminal leader.

Doyle was dispatched with a double kick on the face by their bare feet, and fell to the floor entirely unconscious.

Wonder Boy didn’t even take a breath and hurried to say:

“Julie is in trouble! We have to find her!”.

“Julie?”, the little girl asked, putting a graceful confused face.

“I mean The Diapered Hero!”, Wonder Boy corrected, and looked around to find the way. Soon she found a gate. As soon as she spotted the door, she ran towards, without taking a break to put her briefs back. Accompanied by Princess Juanita, she went into the long dark corridor.

“I can’t believe you were able to defend this city!”, Lady Batelo mocked me, squeezing my arms between her strong hands. “Just look at you!”

I couldn’t move, as her fingers were injecting pain into my muscles as they were needles, torturing every fiber of my arms at the point they were about to be pulverized. Her face was frozen in a sadistic smile.

“Just look at you!”, she punctured my ears with every word. “How pathetic little weakling you are, compared to me!”

I slowly twisted my face, dealing with the pain, while gathering every strength from my lower body to find a way to free myself. But the intense pain was hard to ignore, and my face was red because of everything I had to endure.

“It seems your bones are about to break…”, my enemy continued, enjoying every part of it.

But in that very same moment, I exploded into attack and performed a Guile kick by raising my foot strongly and launching it as a missile. Batelo looked down to watch how at rushing speed, my bare foot impacted her in the face, and finished with a flash of my butt, penis and balls bouncing without control.

As she stepped back, surprised by the attack, I landed on my hands and knee, freed from his grapple. My arms still aching, I was soon pumped by the momentum and I knew I had to take advantage of the situation.

Lady Batelo, or whatever she was called now, wiped a little blood from her lip, and inspected me with a confident smile:

“Ha ha…”, he joked. “Next time I won’t be that easy on you”.

I coiled forward with a kick straight to the stomach, but in a moment of reflex, my enemy caught my foot between his side and arm. I didn’t let that stopped me with quickly jumped with my other foot, sending a high kick that impacted him between the neck and the shoulder.

Batelo grunted, and tried to break my caught leg with a move of arm, but I managed to tumble to impede that, and he finally surrender it and let me go by throwing me to the floor with impressing strength. I flew a little and fell on my side, but got up quickly and assumed again a defense position.

My enemy rubbed his neck, more upset than before, and grunted. He was starting to lose his temper, and I would use that in my advantage.

“OK… That hurt”, she said, serious. His smile broke into bitter and raised his face to me again, his breathing accelerating. “Now no mercy, I’LL CRUSH YOU LIKE A BUG!!”

The diapered man charged to me, and tried to hit me with a whistling punch. But I was more in focus, and dodged it with a move of my neck. A rising jab came, and with a little waist movement I got out of his way. Then, I counterattacked with a clean judo chop on his side.

The hulk snorted at the attack, and threw his hands against to me. I answered with a headbutt just in her face, and interrupted his attack. Next, I tried a whirlwind kick, hoping to make her lose her balance, but with a savage roar, Batelo rebelled to me:

“HOW YOU DARE?!”, she yelled. Her left fist went up right against my stomach and If I had no coiled a little before the strike, it would have left me breathless “I AM THE ONE, not you!”

The enemy was probably going berserker, and in my try to defend I half-ignored his inhumane strength. A second punch came against my arms, that I had crossed to defend, and raised me from the floor, hitting myself with my own hands. I felt my world shaking and the taste of blood in my mouth, and now, lying on the floor, I was at her mercy.

Slowly, the enemy walked towards me, like a bear watching its prey.

“You have no idea who I am…!”, screamed, arrogant. “I’m not a stupid kid playing, like you! I am the superior one. Just look at this perfect body! I am THE DIAPER MACHO!”

I could not move back, when with a rushing move, the enemy sent a punch that got me right in the jaw. I flaw a couple meters back, spitting blood, and feeling unconscious for one second. Once I opened my eyes, Diaper Macho had me against the wall, his rough hand around my neck, and my feet floating over the floor.

“This time you won’t go away!”, he declared. “I will erase you and all your history, wimpy idiot!”

I shook my legs trying to escape, but my toes only managed to scratch his plastic diaper. In that moment, he responded with a hard punch in my stomach, with no mercy. I coughed blood and left without air again, feeling about to die.

“Did you ever think you could be the savior of this city?“, he took a moment to mock me. “Oh, come on! Heroes don’t exist. This city’s run by people like me. We control this city by sheer strength. Everyone bows in front of us, and that’s because they respected us. You? A good Samaritan? You’re nothing but a joke. Now, I will be the king of this city: I AM THE REAL HERO!”

Her words hurt as much as her punches. Because it seemed she was right. In a couple seconds, I was going to perish at her hands, and nothing would be able to stop her. I only hoped my family would be safe and no one would hurt them. But I had failed, to the city, and to Shikhandi itself; but most importantly: To myself.

I felt every organ of me failing, my whole body collapsing as I lost my breath, energy and felt boiling in total pain. My Diaper Macho raised his fist to give the final blow, enjoying every moment.

“Now, let’s crush this fly”, Diaper Macho said next, sinisterly.

But, in that second, he was interrupted by unexpected guests at the gates. Karla had gotten into the room, accompanied by an unknown girl!

“JULIE?”, my sister screamed, looking me agonizing.

But the hulk on front of her was an enormous threat to look at, able to scare even to a dragon. And he turned his head round to look at them with madness.

Karla stepped back, frightened, and the mysterious girl looked worried. Then the giant talked:

“Go out of here, because you will be the next ones”, said, in a grumbling voice. “Start running!!”

And turned again to me.

Karla took half a second to appreciate me. There I was, her big sister, a naked boy covered in wounds and bruises. My face swollen by the punches, one eye completely closed, perhaps a couple teeth missing; I could barely breath through my broken nose, and blood and tears were all over my face. I had no chance to survive. Neither would she. The most sacred power granted to us had been stolen and corrupted by an enemy bigger than anything we could imagine. Feeling sick, Wonder Boy took a step forward, weeping and trembling at the same time:

“YOU CAN’T!!”, she screamed at the top of her lungs. “SHE’S MY SISTER!! AND I WILL NEVER LET SOMETHING BAD HAPPEN TO HER!!”

And as the perfect sister she always had been, she charged towards our enemy at max speed. Unmoved, Diaper Macho turned round to me, and prepared her fist again. Karla was still at three meters, and there was chance to finish the job.

“Say your prayers”, the man said, about discharging a final blow.

But looking at my sister coming to my help, and that perfect little girl as a light of hope, I knew I could never surrender. I took a sip of blood by my nose, and raised my hands to grab Batelo on her wrists. Nothing happened. I had no strength, but I squeezed them as strong as I could. I would die fighting, until the last breath.

“You”, I said, dead convinced. “Will NEVER Win”.

Funny, the evil Diaper Macho chuckled, and simply went on.

“Let’s see!”, answered, and threw his punch right to my face.

A explosion of light suddenly surged between me and her, propelling the enemy at incredible speed, and making her crush against the opposite metal wall. I fell down on my buttocks, and could barely raise my face to learn how he was.

Miss Batelo had fallen the same way, and quickly started to rise again, trying to explain what had happened.

“WHAT..?! WHAT THE HELL-?!”, he said, intrigued, and looking to his hands, as she roamed towards the center of the room.

Karla ran to kneel next to me, to checking how I was:

“Sister, are you alright?”, asked, deeply worried.

The little girl came later, floating in the air. Then a dim light started to glow from the center of the room, making us turned our heads again to our enemy.

“What’s happening…?!”, Miss Batelo yelled, nervous, as her hands and muscles started to tremble.

The magic waves crossed again over her body, just like last time, when she was transformed into a man. But time, the light that flowed from his diaper, was not giving her the power… It was taking it from her!”

“I---I Can’t…!”, Lady Batelo screamed in desperation, feeling her body transforming again.

First, she felt her height started to reduce again, and the tension on her muscles abandoning her. The hard masculine features she had gained loosened, making his face again into the one of an old female, and long hair sprouting…

“Please—Please no…!”, she implored, pathethic.

Her powerful biceps and toned abs deflated, softening again into tender feminine flesh, and were soon covered by a ton of female fat and a pair of saggy and spongy female breasts; her thighs and arms broadening again on fat rolls, and soon she was reverted to the original witch she was. But that was not all!

“Oh. Oh, no! What is this?!”, she continued, realizing it was not over.

The big diaper started then to suck every strength and maturity from her. Her height started to diminish even more, and her body turning back and even younger.

Soon, her 40s face went back into the one of a younger woman, gaining back the energy and fit from early adulthood, but her features becoming more sweetened and bright. As she realized, Lady Batelo breathed in anxiety, but that was far from be over!

“Please don’t!! NO MORE!!”, she cried in a loud voice.

Her wrinkles had almost completely disappeared, and her body fat was retreating, showing a more nubile body! Almost a teenager, and after that, the younger years!! Her height diminished more and more, as her face became the one of a pubescent girl, just as tall as me, her feminine attributes almost completely disappeared into the plain body one of a little girl…

“NOOOOO!!!”, she found herself crying, falling on his knees while the diaper became too big for her to keep fit around her waist. And in matter of seconds, Lady Batelo finished as a chubby baby girl, bawling and crying on the floor just over the diaper.

Without realizing, I had gotten better. I don’t know how, but the sole presence of the mysterious flying girl next to me revitalized me, and found myself healed of all my wounds. As Karla and I looked back again each other, healthy and safe, we got up and ran towards the little girl on the center of the room.

We looked at her, rolling and throwing a tantrum just at our bare feet, and smiled proud with our fists on our waist. She, on the other hand, could nothing but cry inconsolable. I bent down and pick her up on my arms. She was a beautiful baby, but with a bad attitude, and we laughed at it.

Suddenly, on the ceiling. a dim light glowed over us. Karla, Princess Juanita and I looked upwards, and a a strange yet familiar voice came to our ears.

“You…”, it spoke, in a soft manner. “… Have shown you are true heroes and warriors”.

“It is him!”, Karla said, excited. It was the voice of Shikhandi.

“You have fight with all your strength and not a single trace of fear”, the voice continued. “And were willing to keep on defending justice, peace and love to the last breath”.

My sister and I cracked, about to cry. Our fight was over, and even there were great dangers, there we were, together made it.

“Because of that, Julie…”, Shikhandi said. “… You have proven being the perfect hero everyone expected. And I’m happy on entitling you THE MASTER OF THE DIAPER”.

My sister and I looked each other again, deeply commoved. But Shikhandi’s voice broke the silence again:

“You can cry now!”, joked, surprisingly.

Instead, we laughed and hugged each other… eventually, yes, crying a little.

“And now…”, Shikhandi said. “… I can consider myself an equal of you. I have nothing else to teach you, and I think I’ll leave you in good hands. See you later, Diapered hero…”, her voice fading away.

Shikhandi’s glow continued during a couple of seconds, and my sister and I, accompanied by Juanita, walked out of the room, proud and inspired.

It was already night as we sat down on the top of a hill. We were thinking about everything that had happened, and looking down to the terror factory we had dismantled together. The cold air caressed our naked bodies and made our minds fly with it. Karla had called the police since the moment she knew I was in a trouble, and now we heard the sirens of the Police cars arriving to the scene. Our painful crusade was finally over.

Sitting down with my arms around my legs, the soft grass tickling my masculine buttocks, I looked round next to me. Wonder Boy was sat on a rock, with her new friend sit on her legs. They were simply playing and joking with each other, like good innocent kids.

“So, you’re telling me you are Juan?”, my sister asked, in a light-hearted way.

“How did you guess that?!”, the Princess asked, giggling.

“Ohhh, I don’t know…”, Karla talked back, theatrically… “Maybe because you’re… A. PIGGY!”, finished, tickling Princess Juanita’s soft armpits, and she giggled, delighted and surprisingly liking it.

As the infantile laughs came to my ears like the chants of angels, I decided to raise my sight and look to the horizon. A bright new day waited for us.

 

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