Wonder Woman and the Blast from the Past - Chapter 13 (Patreon)

Diana was starting to worry that, despite Magala coming to them and claiming to have a solution, that she was still going to be stuck like this for another night. Every moment she had to sit on the living room floor, of toddle around after Donna, feeling the thickness of the diaper between her legs, altering her gait, she couldn't help glancing over at the sleeping woman, waiting and hoping for her to wake up, and be well-rested enough to do what needed to be done... And that, whatever she had planned, it would actually work.

After all, Magala had tried a couple other things already, and none of them had done any good. She wanted so badly to believe that this one would, yet there really was no reason it would, when nothing else had. Like it or not, there might not even be a solution to this... Diana may simply be trapped like this, as a toddler, in diapers, until she grew up again normally. After everything she'd been through, all the villains she'd faced, would this be what finally took her out of commission, for the foreseeable future, anyway?

Being around Donna, who looked so much like her, only younger - compared to Diana's adult form, anyway - just made it harder. Everything she did seemed so mature, so self-assured, so graceful... Next to her, Diana really felt her new age, how clumsy all her movements were, how difficult it was to do the simplest of things, how imperfect her control of her muscles were, down to things like being able to keep her pants dry and clean, something she hadn't had to give conscious thought to in decades.

Eventually, however, as the sky outside Diana's window began to darken, Magala stirred. Donna had been in the middle of cooking dinner, with Diana standing by, helpfully telling her where all the dishes and spices were - and, probably, getting in the way more than anything, but needing something to take her mind off the waiting - though, as soon as she heard that, she was rushing to the living room as fast as her chubby, waddling legs could go.

"Hello, there," Magala smiled groggily down at the girl. "I always forget just how cute you were..."

Diana blushed, brushed that off. "Are you ready?"

"Calm down," Donna called from the kitchen. "Give her a minute to wake up."

Diana knew she should do that, that it was the mature thing, but it was hard to resist, knowing that the end of this little mishap could be mere moments away. She could finally be Wonder Woman again, not Wonder Tot... Or just a tot, really, since she had no powers to back up the first part of the name. She didn't think she'd ever wanted anything as much as she wanted this, certainly not in her adult life.

"Almost," Magala answered, chuckling at the squirming toddler in front of her.

"Do you want to eat first?" Donna offered. "This is nearly done... It will help you get your strength back."

"Noo," Diana pouted. She hated eating like this, her fingers struggling to keep ahold of her fork, terrified she'd spill something on herself and someone would decide she ought to be wearing a bib. It didn't help that the only thing Donna said she knew how to make with the ingredients in the apartment was spaghetti, which Diana was positive wouldn't end without her being covered in sauce, from face to fingers. Donna seemed to know that, too, and had already threatened - playfully, Diana hoped - to strip her down to her Pamper to eat, to make her easier to clean up afterwards.

Thankfully, Magala said, "I think I'm ready now. Can you get undressed? I think that outfit would be very... uncomfortable... to you at your usual size."

"Umm..." Diana blushed, trying to look down at the snaps of her onesie, though her view was blocked by her tutu. She'd managed to get them off once, but she didn't know if she had the strength to do it again, especially with an audience.

"Don't worry, I can help," Magala told her, bending over and stripping the girl down, setting the clothes aside. Diana wasn't going to miss them... Although, she was sad that they wouldn't fit Susie anymore, because they were very cute, at least for an actual child.

Standing there, completely naked, with nothing to hide how far she'd fallen from her usual adult, Amazonian self, was almost worse than wearing the diaper and the infantile mockery of her costume. She blushed as Magala untaped the diaper, setting it down beside everything else, showing off to everyone in the apartment - not that they didn't already know - that there was no trace of the grown-up Diana there. If Cheetah had taken her to the daycare, there would have been no reason for them to suspect she was anything other than what the villain claimed she was, no hint of her true identity.

It was also only then, as she shivered and blushed, that she remembered what she and Magala had done earlier. She glanced over at Donna, draining the pot of pasta, feeling a pang of guilt. It hadn't happened, of course - she thought, when Magala had looked over at Donna earlier, she'd seemed almost disappointed to find her still at her usual age - but they'd nearly caused her to regress, without warning, or warning, or so much as asking how she felt about it. 

As far as she knew, this one had no risk of that, although Magala was really the one who would be aware of that. Still, part of her felt like she owed it to Donna to let her know what had almost happened, to apologize... But that could wait until this was over. If it worked, they could both be happy that the magic hadn't required that... If not, she could give the girl a head's up about what might be necessary, if Magala could find another way to do it.

"Ready?" Magala asked. Diana swallowed, nodded; she was more than ready to be a grown-up again, although she was trying not to get her hopes up too far. She closed her eyes as Magala began to chant, doing her best to stand still despite her nerves.

That's what she thought it was when she first felt the tingles. Magala's words were ancient, undecipherable to Diana at the moment - she suspected, if she had the gift of wisdom still, she might have been able to get the gist of them at least - yet, even she could tell they were building to a crescendo. The air seemed to be crackling with power, although it could also have been her imagination, goosebumps popping up on her bare skin.

Then, the chanting stopped. Diana gave it a few seconds, or as long as she could bear, before asking, "Is that it?" and starting to open her eyes, glancing down at herself.

It was the same. "No!" she wailed, her foot stomping and hand curling into a fist before she could help herself, tears springing to her eyes. Was she ever going to get this fixed?! They were going to put her right back into that diaper, make her spend at least one more day as a toddler... No matter how hard she'd tried, she hadn't been able to stop from hoping this would be the solution, and, now that it wasn't, that hope was being replaced by despair.

"Hold on," Magala urged, reaching out to comfort her.

"No!" Diana glared at her. "I don't wanna be a baby anymore!" She stomped her foot again, not caring if Donna got upset at her over it or not. "I wanna be big!" 

She was on the verge of throwing herself onto the floor, into a true, full-fledged tantrum, but, before she did, she luckily glanced down at her stamping feet, noticed they didn't look quite as chubby anymore. She fought to get herself under control, to see if she was making things up, or if there had genuinely been a change, reached up with still balled-up fists to wipe the tears out of her eyes so she could see more clearly.

It was slow, at first, picking up speed as it went, her baby fat melting away before her eyes, the floor getting further and further away before her. She watched, emotions morphing again, this time into exhilaration, as her body also changed, transforming her into a skinny tween, then an awkward teen. For a moment, she was the same age as Donna, and looked up at her, happy to see that was still the case, that they'd solved this without the other girl having to sacrifice her own maturity. Then, Diana had surpassed her, her body blossoming into adulthood, where it belonged. 

"You did it!" Diana exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Magala, tears still streaming down her cheeks, but for different reasons. "Thank you so much!"

"Of course, dear," Magala smiled. "I'm glad it worked. I think I will take some of that food now, though..." 

Diana quickly got dressed, happy for the things in her closet to actually fit her again, and joined the other two women at the table. Even being able to use a real fork, instead of a stubby, plastic one, and having fingers that felt capable of manipulating it, twirling the noodles around it neatly and perfectly, felt like a huge victory.

That wasn't everything, however... It was a good start, but she still felt weak, slow, foggy... There was no need to test anything out when, after supper, Magala asked, "What about your gifts? Have they returned?" The answer was definitely 'no'.

"I'll keep looking for a solution to that," Magala promised. "That will be a little more difficult, I'm afraid."

"Maybe not," Donna said hopefully. "I mean, we don't really know how it happened in the first place... Maybe, now that she's the right age again, they'll come back on their own... It might just take some time."

"Perhaps," Magala nodded. "I think it would be wise to keep searching until then, however."

"I guess," Donna shrugged, her expression uncertain.

"That can wait, though," Diana broke in. It seemed strange, talking as one of the grown-ups again - she'd already grown used to sitting by and letting them make decisions without her. "Why don't you stay here tonight and rest? Even with that nap you took, I'm sure you're still tired, and I doubt they need you back on Themyscira immediately."

"I wouldn't want to be a burden," Magala shook her head.

"It's no problem," Diana promised. "You've done so much, it's the least I can do. Besides, we'd love to have you, wouldn't we?" She turned to Donna, who looked surprised at the question for a moment, then nodded. Apparently she wasn't used to having Diana make decisions like this, either, after having had to be in charge since showing up here. "You can take my bed."

After a bit more convincing, Magala agreed, though Diana suspected she was just getting too tired to transport herself back to the island by then. She doubted whatever spell she'd done was as stressful as stopping time had been, but it surely couldn't have been easy, either. 

Diana's day had been pretty long, too, and, from what she'd heard of Donna, having to deal with Cheetah on her own, so had hers. Part of Diana wanted to stay up late, to really talk to Donna, the way they had when they'd been little girls, but Donna seemed distant, giving short answers as she fidgeted on the couch, glancing out the window and looking strangely uncomfortable. 

"Hey," Diana finally said, placing a hand on the teen's arm. "We'll figure this out... Magala will find a way to get me my powers back without taking away yours. She fixed my age, I'm sure that will be no problem."

"We'll see," Donna shrugged. "I'm feeling pretty tired, too... Do you mind if I turn in?"

"No, that's fine," Diana told her.

"You should take my room," Donna suggested. "I can sleep on the couch."

"You don't have to do that," Diana said. "I don't mind..."

"Neither do I," Donna replied. "Besides, I'm shorter, so the couch will be more comfortable for me."

She insisted, and Diana didn't want to push her too much, since she clearly wanted - probably more than to sleep - to be alone, so she gave in, trudging back to her guest room, where Donna had been staying. She knew it had to be odd for the poor girl, to have spent so long searching for her way back home, only for all this to happen... Finding that Diana, the person she'd been made as a mirror image of, had out-aged her, then, somehow, apparently because of her, lost her powers and become even younger, to the point where she'd had to spend so much of her time changing her diapers, looking after her... And now, things were back to 'normal', making her the younger one again.

She had her gifts still, sure, yet that was - according to Magala's theory, anyway - the reason Diana didn't have hers. Fortunately, there hadn't been any huge disasters in that time, but Donna had been practically obligated to stick around, defend the city if need be... Now that the real Wonder Woman was back, as soon as those powers returned, she wouldn't really be necessary, at least not in the same way. Diana would still want her around, and hoped Donna would still want to be around, though she knew it likely had to sting, being demoted back down to sidekick so soon, before getting a real shot at proving herself as a hero. 

And, if it did come down to only one of them being able to have the gifts... What would they do? Diana didn't want to take that away from Donna, after everything the girl had been through, but would it be her responsibility to do it, anyway? She was sure Donna could become every bit as powerful as her, with time; until then, however, she simply didn't have the same experience Diana had, the same knowledge of the villains here, in this world. If a choice had to be made, Diana was afraid she'd have to choose herself, for the good of everyone, no matter how badly it would hurt her friend.

Diana was thrilled not to be stuck as a toddler anymore, but the change had certainly made things more complicated. She wanted to believe what she'd told Donna, that Magala would find a way... And, if there was one to find, that was the person Diana wanted searching for it. Unfortunately, she knew there was a chance there was no way around the mess they'd inadvertently gotten themselves into. There was nothing she could do about any of it that night, however, so she pushed those thoughts aside to allow herself to get some sleep. 

As soon as she woke up, she knew something was wrong. Frantically, she looked at herself, terrified the magic Magala had used had worn off, but her body, beneath the covers, still looked as adult as ever... She squirmed, trying to figure out what else it could be, and discovered exactly what it was. 

She whimpered, nose wrinkling and cheeks reddening at the disturbingly familiar feeling of wetness surrounding her. "No, no, no," she shook her head; she wasn't a toddler anymore! Why was she still wetting the bed?!

And, as the icing on the cake, she heard a reply, through the closed door. "Why not?"

"Huh?" Diana wriggled in the bed, heart thumping, knowing now that Donna was just a few feet away. 

Donna sighed, and, even from the other side of the door, Diana could practically see her roll her eyes. "Why can't I come in? Magala's still asleep, so I don't want to go in there to get something to put on..."

"W-Well, I..." Diana stammered, anxiously struggling to come up with an excuse. What could she really do, though? She could get Donna to go away for now, but she'd have to leave the room, eventually, and if she didn't admit the truth, find some way to wash the bedding without the girl discovering, or suspecting, why she was acting so secretive about it. "Fine, come in."

Somehow, despite feeling like she had her emotions more in check, now that she was big again, watching Donna walk in while she was lying on a wet bed made her feel far more mortified than being discovered in any number of used Pull-Ups or diapers. Then, it was expected... Even if her mind was still adult, her body had been young enough that it couldn't be expected to control itself perfectly. Now, there was no excuse for it, unless her mind simply had gotten too used to that lack of control.

As Donna stepped into the room, shuffling over to the closet where she'd stashed some of the smaller things she'd found in Diana's closet, Diana tried to vanish beneath her covers. Once again, it felt like Donna was her teenage babysitter, except, this time, Diana looked like she was too old by far to need one of those, rather than just knowing she ought to be. She knew the responsible thing to do would be to admit what she'd done, take ownership of it, ask for help taking care of it before Magala got up, too.

Instead, she stayed silent until she saw Donna's nose twitch, heard her sniff. "What's that smell?"

Diana clutched the blankets, cheeks burning. "I-I didn't mean to..." she said quietly. Donna's eyes turned to her, to the bed, and, after another sniff, she didn't even have to ask what she meant. Diana could tell, by the smirk the girl was clearly trying to hide, unsuccessfully, that she knew. "Please, don't tell Magala!"

"Why not?" Donna asked. "Clearly, her spell didn't work right... Don't you think she should know? Or... Was this an issue before you got little, too?"

"No, of course not!" Diana gasped. Before that, she'd been Wonder Woman, through and through... She certainly hadn't been a bedwetter! "I-I just don't want to worry her, and this is probably just temporary..."

"You don't want her to think you still belong in diapers, do you?" Donna teased. "Too bad we can't borrow any from Susie anymore... Do we need to go buy you some that will fit?"

"No!" Diana groaned, although she wished she could shrink away to escape from Donna's gaze. "I-I just spent so long wearing diapers, once I get used to not being in them again, I'll be fine, and..."

"It wasn't that long," Donna pointed out, making Diana blush harder.

"Please, don't tell her!" Diana begged.

"All right, all right," Donna chuckled. "But if you wet yourself in front of her, there's nothing I can do about it."

"That won't happen!" Diana said, with as much confidence as she could muster. She'd been able to hold it the night before, too... But, if she was thinking about it, she could do that as a toddler. It only became a problem when she got too distracted... The three of them hadn't stayed up that much longer, after supper, so she hadn't had many opportunities to get overly engrossed in anything, especially not while needing to use the bathroom. "I-I don't need diapers..." she insisted, that confidence already wavering.

"I've heard that before," Donna reminded her. 

"I'm not a baby anymore!" Diana whined, only for Donna to grab the blanket from her, easily tearing it out of her hands, exposing the puddle of urine she was lying in the middle of.

"You sure did soak your bed like one, though," the teenager pointed out. "Get undressed and go get cleaned up... I'll put this into the washer."

"Th-Thank you," Diana bashfully crawled out of bed, getting out of her wet things.

"I'm going to be keeping a close eye on your panties," Donna warned. "If I see anything that makes me think you're having accidents, we're going to buy you some adult diapers."

Diana pouted, staring at the girl in the hopes that she'd crack a smile, reveal she was joking, but she seemed quite serious, standing there with her arms crossed. She'd looked so intimidating like that when Diana had been a toddler, having to stare up at her; somehow, she still did now, despite Diana being bigger and older than her again.

Diana retreated to the bathroom for a nice, long shower. She didn't hear Donna moving the bedding to the washing machine, and the girl didn't turn it on, probably to keep from waking Magala, but enough time passed between her getting in the shower, to the sound of Magala's voice wishing Donna a good morning, that she felt confident the teen had been able to complete her task.

Diana wasn't intentionally listening in on their conversation - she missed most of the beginning, until she turned off the water, although, if she'd had her powers, that wouldn't have been an issue - but she couldn't help overhearing part of it while she was getting dressed.

"All of them?" Magala was asking. "That's wonderful news!"

"You were right, all it took was time," Donna replied. "Isn't it nice that everything is back to normal?"

"I have to admit, it was nice, having something to research and look into. I'm glad it all worked out, though. I think you two will make a wonderful team... She has plenty she can teach you."

Diana decided not to bring it up once she emerged from the bathroom, as they were saying their goodbyes before Magala headed back to the island, though, once the old woman was gone, she asked Donna, "Did you tell her I got my powers back?"

Donna squirmed, looking uncomfortable, like a kid who'd been caught doing something naughty. Diana could tell she was considering lying, for a moment, although she eventually admitted. "Well, yeah..."

"Why?" Diana shook her head. "I'm sure you're very capable, but I need..."

"You said you didn't want to worry her!" Donna pointed out. "So, I thought if we told her everything was better, she wouldn't have to worry. You heard what she said, it will probably just take time! Do you want her to be stressed out, looking for some other solution, when we could have waited a couple days for the same thing?"

Diana wasn't sure that was exactly what Magala had said, but she knew the woman had mentioned it was a possibility, and hadn't seemed all that surprised when Donna had fed her that lie. "I suppose not..."

"If it doesn't happen, we can go see her and say they went away again or something," Donna promised. "I think we've already made enough work for her until then, though. She deserves to relax a little... Don't worry, I have everything under control. Speaking of, I think your bedding is ready to go into the dryer. Can you take care of that?"

Diana scowled at her for a moment, then nodded. Even though she was an adult again, Donna was still very much the one in charge. With her powers, she didn't need Diana to be toddler-sized to completely control her life... She was still exponentially faster, smarter, and stronger than her. 

And, Diana had a feeling, that was how she liked it. As kids, Donna had always been the one who took charge, who investigated the scary sounds in the dark... When Diana was a baby, she'd had to fall into that role again, by default; now, it was only Diana's lack of gifts that allowed her to stay in it.

Maybe she was being overly suspicious... Donna probably genuinely was concerned for Magala, likely did think the powers would return on their own, with time. But, as Diana pulled the sheets out of the washing machine and stuffed them into the dryer, she couldn't help wondering if it would really bother Donna if that never happened... Or, perhaps, if that was what Donna might actually prefer.