Hippolyta's Long Night (Patreon)

Commissioned by Mashugana as a temporary, Halloween-themed side story from Wonder Woman and the Blast from the Past. Don't worry, that one will continue next month... For now, let's see what Diana's mother is up to!

"I can not explain it," Hippolyta shook her head. "I can simply feel that something is wrong."

Antiope shrugged. "I do not know, sister... Has it truly been any longer than usual?"

Hippolyta couldn't say, for sure, that it was, although that didn't carry as much weight in her mind as it did in her sister's. Hippolyta did have to admit that it wasn't all that unusual for Diana to grow preoccupied with her mission in Man's World to speak with her mother, yet, this time, it seemed different. 

"You do not understand," she said. "You do not have a daughter." There was no shame in Antiope being without child - Hippolyta was, after all, the only Amazon who had one - but it did mean she didn't understand a mother's intuition. 

"I... suppose you are right," Antiope replied, pressing her lips together in a way that made Hippolyta suspect she was less than pleased about being reminded of that, again. 

"I will rest easier if I can see her with my own two eyes," Hippolyta explained. "You can handle the island until I return?"

Antiope fixed her with a withering gaze, one Hippolyta was quite familiar with. "I may have emerged from the water after you, but it was not by that long."

"Still," Hippolyta said with a smile, "I am the eldest sister, and I always will be."

"I will try not to forget that," Antiope rolled her eyes. "I have changed my mind; I fully support you going off on your little mission, as long as it gets you out of here."

Hippolyta chuckled. "Then I shall go to Magala's cave at once."

"Actually..." Antiope hesitated for a moment. "You do not have to bother her. Stay here for a moment."

Hippolyta watched her leave curiously, returning after a few minutes with a small, glowing orb that appeared to be made of glass. "Magala made this for me, quite a while ago. I enjoy keeping an eye on Man's World every now and then; she claimed I could use it to visit there, as well, although I have yet to try that myself."

Hippolyta was taken by surprise, shocked that her sister had such a thing, and had never bothered to tell her about it, and that Magala had made something like that for her sister, and not for her. It seemed like it could be quite useful, however. "Can we not just check on Diana with this?"

"Oh, no," Antiope shook her head. "I cannot tell it what to show me."

"Can I direct it where to send me?" Hippolyta frowned. "It will not do me much good if I wind up half a world away from Diana... I might as well stay here in that case!"

"Magala told me I could visit anywhere I saw here, by thinking of the face of someone I had seen through the orb while I touched it. So, if you envision Diana..."

 

"Excellent," Hippolyta said. "If Diana is not too busy, I can have her bring me back in her jet. Although..." she tilted her head to the side, pondering. "How would you return, otherwise?"

"The orb will travel with you," Antiope replied. "Think of home, and it will bring you here. Are you ready?" She held out her hands, cupping the orb within them, allowing Hippolyta to step closer, seeing the hustle and bustle of a city playing out over the curved surface. It was a good start, Hippolyta thought... It may not be that city, but Diana lived in one of the cities out there.

"Perfect. This will do nicely, thank you. Just give me some time to prepare for the journey." Diana had brought her back some clothes, in case she did ever have to visit Man's World incognito. There was no reason, really, to draw too much attention to herself, not until she knew, for certain, something was amiss, so she changed out of her gown and cloak into a skirt and blouse, slipping an enchanted dagger Magala had made for her beneath the waistband of the former, hiding the handle as best she could under the latter, just in case. It wasn't the largest weapon, or the most advanced, but she hoped not to have to use it... And, if she did, she was familiar enough with it that she was confident she would be more than a match for most men.

She returned to her sister, feeling strangely nervous as she approached. Like before, Antiope held the orb in her hands, letting it rest in the center of them, still showing images of what seemed like the same city. Hippolyta closed her eyes, thinking of Diana's face, her inky, black hair, her beautiful, blue eyes, reaching out to place her hands around the orb as well. "A little higher," Antiope instructed, making Hippolyta slide her hands up the orb. "A little further apart... Down just a bit... There! That should be it!"

Hippolyta could feel warmth, at first from her sister's hands beneath her own, and then from the orb itself, growing hotter and hotter until she wasn't sure how Antiope was keeping ahold of the thing. At last, she let go herself, stepping back with a gasp, her eyes opening, ready to ask if Magala had, perhaps, made a mistake when she'd created the item, or if Antiope had misunderstood the directions for that part of its use.

Right away, she could tell she wasn't in Themyscira anymore. She was not, however, in a city, either... The air was cool and crisp, the trees lining the street adorned with multi-colored leaves, although most of them had fallen, littering the sidewalk around them. There were, essentially, no seasons on the island, since it was warm and sunny all year round, but Hippolyta knew enough about Man's World to recognize it was autumn.

Why she was here, on the other hand, was a much larger mystery. She looked around, seeing quite a few people out and about, with most of the children, and a few adults, wearing some rather strange, garish outfits. Was this what passed for fashion in this place? She might as well have not bothered to change, she thought, shaking her head..

She did have another problem, however; the orb was not there with her. Had she messed up by letting go too soon? Or had it been because she wasn't, technically, holding it? For a moment, she held out her empty hands, expected Antiope to see them and follow her through to deliver the orb, then she remembered that her sister couldn't choose what the orb showed, so she might not be able to see her. She would, obviously, be able to tell that she still had the orb, though, so Hippolyta had no doubt she would show up soon enough to apologize for her mistake, and take them both back to the island to try again.

Or would she assume the orb had taken Hippolyta to the right place? If she hadn't used it before, she might not know what to expect herself, may not have noticed Hippolyta removing her hands too soon... Would she be expecting Hippolyta and Diana to show up in the jet? She'd surely realize her mistake eventually, when that didn't happen, and come after her sister, but it might take a little longer.

"What a mess," the queen sighed. This was what she got for trusting her younger sister... Perhaps their difference in age was slight, yet she still maintained that she'd gotten the lion's share of intelligence in the bargain. Hippolyta teased Antiope that was the reason why her hair was blonde, while Hippolyta's was black, the same as her daughter's, though Diana had told her that was something some people in Man's World genuinely believed. Antiope had probably forgotten some important step in the instructions for using the orb, and that was why it had failed.

Or... Hippolyta's eyes widened as she saw a young woman pass by, catching a glimpse of her raven hair with the sparkle of a tiara in its midst, and the familiar glint of the golden eagle on her chest. "Diana?" she called out, uncertain why her daughter would be here, or why she hadn't recognized her. She didn't stop at the sound of her name, so Hippolyta reached out, grasping her by the shoulder, stopping her in her tracks.

"Hey, let me go!" Hippolyta could tell, right away, that this wasn't her daughter. Her shoulder was far thinner, less muscular, than it should have been, the voice higher, younger sounding. When the girl turned, the queen saw that the outfit she was wearing was certainly based on Diana's, but not the same, and she certainly did not fill it out the way Diana did. The eagle was plastic, merely painted to look like gold, the stars on the bloomers printed on the fabric, rather than carefully sewn in place.

The teenager seemed shocked at Hippoylta's strength as she tried to break free of her grip, her defiant tone quickly changing. "It wasn't me, okay? I-I saw some kids smashing jack-o-lanterns, but I didn't join in! I'm trick or treating, see?" She shoved a bag towards the woman, who glanced down, seeing a large collection of candy inside.

Finally, it all clicked. Hippolyta had heard of Halloween, but not thought of it in some time... It seemed like a nice enough tradition, however. It explained the silly outfits people were wearing, why so many were out and about, when it was beginning to grow dark.

"I know you are lying," Hippolyta told the girl, who she had to admit, did look a bit like Diana. Maybe that was why the orb had brought her here... She'd let go too soon, before it could fully absorb her memory of Diana, and thought this child was close enough. "That was not my lantern you broke, but you ought to go apologize to whoever it did belong to. Or should I take to your mother, so she can discipline you? You could clearly use a spanking."

"No way!" the girl tugged, trying to free herself from the queen's grip. "I'm way too old for that, and I didn't even do anything!"

"I already told you," Hippolyta shook her head, "You are not fooling me, child. Now tell me... Where do you live?" This wasn't why she was here, or, really, any of her business, but she knew she wasn't going to find her own daughter here. If this girl was going around dressed as Diana, even for Halloween, she ought to behave more appropriately... And, from the way she was struggling to escape, Hippolyta suspected that her mother would agree.

"Let me go, you old bat!" the girl whined.

"There are only so many houses here, and I have all night." That may not be true, depending on how long it took Antiope to figure out she'd messed up, but the teen didn't know that. "Come along, then, we can go to each, one by one... That is like trick-or-treating, yes? Except, when we find the right one, you will not be receiving candy, will you?"

"Please," the girl squirmed in her hands, her tone shifting again. "Sh-She'll actually do it! I won't be able to sit down for a week at school, and..."

"It will be for your own good," Hippolyta reassured her. "And, if we cannot find her, then I will just have to do it mys..."

To the girl's credit, she managed to slip free, dashing away like a frightened deer. She was no match for Hippolyta's longer legs, and greater speed, however, and it took only a few steps for the queen to grab her again. Unfortunately, as she did so, she felt something bump into her, falling with a clatter and a squeak of pain.

Hippolyta turned, letting go of the teen as she saw a much smaller girl sitting on the sidewalk, tears in her eyes, surrounded by a pair of pillowcases, with a large swath of candy having poured out of each. The older girl paused for only a moment, then took advantage of her freedom to make a run for it, while Hippolyta knelt down in front of the younger one.

"I apologize, child," she said. "Are you all right?"

The girl on the sidewalk sniffled, then glanced up at Hippolyta, her eyes moving to the woman's waist. She was dressed in a white dress that had probably been spotless, though, after her tumble, it was a little dirty, with a pair of wings strapped to her back, and a silver halo bobbing over her head, held in place with a bent coathanger. Like Antiope, her hair was golden, and she was quite adorable, making Hippoylta feel even worse for knocking her over.

"N-No," the girl shook her head, the halo nearly losing its balance and falling off. "Th-That weally huwt..."

It was hard to judge, when Diana was her only point of reference, but Hippolyta was pretty sure the girl was too old to be talking like that... It made her seem even cuter, and more innocent, however, and the woman couldn't resist leaning forward, pulling her into a hug. "I am so sorry, dear," she apologized. "How can I help?"

"Oh, this is good enough." The girl's lisp was gone instantly as she pulled away from Hippolyta. Only then, as it withdrew did the woman notice the child's hand slipping beneath her blouse, coming out holding the dagger she'd brought with her from Themyscira.

"Be careful," Hippolyta urged. "That is not a toy, little one!"

"I know," the girl nodded. "Where did you get it? I've never felt this much magic in one thing before... I don't think even Daddy has anything like this, and he's the most powerful warlock around..." Hippolyta gasped, reaching forward as she saw the child run one hand over the blade, afraid she was going to cut herself. Before she was able to snatch the weapon away, however, her body froze in place, mid-action, utterly refusing to obey her commands.

Hippolyta could only watch helplessly as the blade of the dagger began to glow building in brightness until it was as white as the sun for a split second, then fade away. The glow wasn't vanishing, however; it seemed to be transferring to the girl's eyes, turning them into a pair of stars. 

The girl blinked, and when she opened her eyes again, the light was gone, but even Hipployta could tell the power was still there, inside of her, and gone from the dagger, which she dropped onto the sidewalk like an old toy she'd grown bored of. "I know who you are," she said, looking up at Hippolyta and giggling. "You're... a queen, right? Of someplace really far away? You're very important, aren't you?"

"Yes," Hippolyta agreed. "So, I am very sorry for what happened, but..."

"Hush," the girl commanded, and Hippolyta's mouth clamped shut. "Well, Miss Queen, guess what? Right now, I'm more important than you, so you're going to do whatever I say. I worked really hard to get all that candy, and you are going to get it all back for me. Those two bags were full, and you are going to make sure they get that way again before midnight, aren't you?"

Hippolyta realized she could speak again, and answered, "I am afraid that I am on a mission, and..." She winced as her teeth clattered closed.

"What?" the girl pouted, putting her hands on her hips. "You think because you're bigger and older than me that whatever you're doing is more important than what I am? Well, I guess I'd better fix that."

The girl clapped her hands, and instantly, Hippolyta knew something was wrong. She felt it in the pit of her stomach first, but it rapidly grew, overtaking her whole body. She watched in horror as the girl seemed to grow before her eyes, though, when she dared glance at herself, it was easy to tell that it was, in fact, herself that was getting smaller. Gone were her breasts, her hips, any sign of maturity, replaced with baby fat.

Her clothes were gone, too, and, in their place was a mockery of her own daughter's outfit, even more than the one the teen had been wearing a few minutes earlier. Her blouse had changed into a tiny red tank top, the eagle merely a few strips of gold fabric sewn on the front, barely looking like a bird at all; below was far worse, however, her skirt having vanished altogether. The star-spangled bloomers were there in its place, over what she could tell, even before reaching out in horror, her tiny, chubby hands poking it at in disbelief, was a very large, very thick, bulky diaper. The bloomers did a terrible job covering it, allowing it to spill out of the legholes and the top, and her shirt was just short enough to ensure every bit of the diaper's waistband was visible to anyone looking at her. Instead of a tiara, she had a yellow hairband, with a large, festive bow attached.

"You turned me into a baby!" she gasped, one hand moving from her diaper to her mouth as she realized how high and infantile her voice sounded.

"Yeah!" the girl giggled, as if she could hardly believe it herself. "It was so easy! And you are so cute!" She reached out, tickling Hippolyta's exposed tummy, the disgraced queen laughing and squirming despite her best efforts to stay serious.

"Fix it!" she demanded. "I can not be a baby! I have lots of... stuff... I have to do!"

"No," the girl shook her head. "You have one thing to do, remember? You're getting me candy. Because, if you don't, you are staying this way forever. And, to make sure you don't dawdle..." She clapped her hands again. "If you use your diaper before you get my candy, you're going to need your diapers, for good. If you wet yourself, you won't be able to keep from peeing your pants ever again. And, if you mess..." She wrinkled her nose, giggling. "I bet it would be hard to be a queen when you know, at any minute, you might fill your diaper!"

Hippolyta gulped, squeezing her thighs together, feeling how little the massive padding between them gave. Was this child serious?! Was she potentially going to sentence her, the queen of the Amazons, to a lifetime in diapers, just for bumping into her?! 

"B-But... Your candy is all right here," Hipolyta pointed out.

"Ew," the girl shook her head. "That's been on the ground, don't be gross." She clapped her hands, and the candy on the sidewalk vanished. "There! Now you won't be tempted! Hey... By the way, what's your name?"

Hipolyta hesitated, wondering why the girl hadn't been able to pick that up, with everything else she'd been able to sense when she'd absorbed the magic from the dagger. "Hippolyta," she said, in case it was a test of some sort.

"No, I don't like that," the girl declared. "It's too long, and complicated. I think we should call you... Polly!" She nodded to herself, proudly. "What's your name?"

The queen's nose crinkled; that was such a simple, common name... This girl could steal her age, force her to do this silly task for her, but she wasn't about to give that up. Her own name was so regal, so elegant and beautiful just like her. It fit her perfectly, and it was... 

She gasped, realizing it had vanished from her mind, gone without a trace. She squirmed in place, listening to the diaper crinkle around her waist. If this girl could do this, then how could she doubt her other threats, of making her permanently diaper-dependent, no matter how much she would like to? She was completely, utterly at the mercy, and under the control of, this child.

"P-Polly," the toddler sighed, giving in, accepting her fate for the night.

"That's what I thought," the girl nodded. "Now, Polly, you'd better get going, or you're going to run out of time, and you'll have to be a baby forever!" She turned the now smaller girl away from her, sending her off towards the first house with a pat on her padded posterior, chuckling to herself as she walked away, every laugh sending a shiver down her victim's spine.

Despite the warning to hurry, Polly couldn't move for a few minutes, her brain still struggling to process everything that had happened. When she'd been created, she'd emerged from the mud and water fully formed, every bit as tall, strong, in charge, commanding of respect as ever... She'd never been this young, this small, this helpless.

And she'd certainly never worn diapers! Her stomach churned, simply looking at the thing, feeling it beneath what was essentially a glorified - and not particularly good - diaper cover. She wasn't sure if it was the stiffness of the diaper, the thickness of it, or if it was her legs being so weak, but she could barely make the bulk budge, giving her a very distinct waddle when she moved. Not that anyone would need to see that to know she was diapered... It was no secret. It took only the briefest of glimpses to tell that.

If she actually wound up using that diaper... She shuddered. She had to make sure that didn't happen, which meant she had to do as the awful child had ordered, didn't it? Was she, queen of the Amazons, really going to be reduced to a messenger girl for some brat from Man's World? Surely, Magala could fix this... If Antiope got her back on time, anyway. Her cheeks darkened, thinking of her sister peering through the orb, seeing her there, knowing that she was now the big sister.

She had no way of knowing if Antiope would come through for her, however, nor if Magala truly was strong enough in the magic arts to break this curse. The safest bet would be to complete her task, and pray she could control her bladder and bowels. Or... Was it? Her eyes lit up as an alternate idea struck, and she pushed down the front of her bloomers just enough to reveal the tapes of the diaper. If she got rid of that, then she could never end up using it... She wouldn't have to worry about that part of the curse at all!

Unfortunately, the girl seemed to have thought of that. Either that, or Polly's strength had faded so much that she wasn't even a match for a diaper tape, because no amount of pulling loosened even one, leaving her trapped. Worse still, the longer she tried, the more full she could feel her bladder growing, far quicker than usual, until she gave up.

She was in an even worse situation than ever now, still left with two empty pillowcases, still a toddler, still diapered, and now stuck squirming, trying to contain herself to make sure, after she grew back up, she wouldn't wind up still peeing her pants like a child. She couldn't press her legs together effectively, and pressing her hand between her legs was just as effective, since they weren't strong enough to be felt through the padding, either.

Her heart began pounding in her tiny chest. Was this it?! Was she about to earn one of the girl's permanent, humiliating curses already, before she'd even begun her quest? Desperate, she hurried towards the nearest house, quite discouraged as how little ground her small, chubby legs covered, especially hindered by the large diaper between them. The steps onto the house's porch were especially difficult, and, once she'd finally made it up, she was greeted by a nearly empty plastic cauldron, adorned with a sign requesting she only take one piece.

She rapped on the door, whimpering and wiggling, but doubted she could be heard inside, if there was even anyone in there. She could see the button for the doorbell, however it was far out of her reach, and might as well have been completely useless. With a sigh, she gave up, turning to the bowl of candy; her honor told her she should do as the sign said, though her fear of what would happen if she failed urged her to ignore it.

She wound up grabbing all the candy, except one, lone piece for whoever showed up after her, dropping it into her bag. It barely made a dent in her required haul, but it was a start, and she quickly retreated from the house, feeling like a very naughty child, heart still thumping at the thought of someone having seen her disobeying the sign, and showing up to discipline her.

Not only had she hastened the progress of her bladder, it felt far smaller than usual, which made sense. She had even less time than she'd anticipated, and needed to get to the next house as quickly as possible, no matter how tired her legs were already starting to feel.

"Hello, there, sweetie," an unfamiliar voice called out. Polly was too focused to pay attention, not even thinking the words could be meant for her until she felt a hand on her shoulder, holding her firmly in place. "Where are you Mommy and Daddy, honey?" the woman asked.

Polly whimpered; she didn't have time for this! "I am all right, thank you," she groaned. Like the teenager before her, she tried to wriggle free of the woman's grip, with just as much luck.

"Don't worry, we'll find them," the woman promised. "Come on, Charlie, you're going to have let her ride."

"Aww, mom!" a voice from the stroller the woman was pushing whined. The woman led Polly closer to the stroller, letting her see the small boy, dressed in a black suit with the symbol of a bat on its chest, with a mask to match and a cape, inside, and the labyrinthine series of straps holding him in place. Her mouth went dry, staring at them, knowing if she let herself get tangled in those, there would be no escaping on her own.

"Sweetie, she's littler than you," his mother pointed out. "She's even still in diapers!" Polly turned bright red, staring down at the sidewalk. "Besides, look, she even matches your outfit! You two can be superheroes together!"

Polly was ready, waiting for the moment the woman let her go to start undoing the straps so she could dash away, as fast as she could. She knew she had no hope of actually outrunning her, so she headed straight for the nearest lone person, reaching up and grabbing their hand, glad she'd barely gathered any candy yet, so both her bags could be clutched in one fist.

She'd wound up with a girl, perhaps a bit older than the teen from earlier. Polly had no idea what her costume was meant to be, only that it had a very short skirt, allowing her, from her vantage point, to very easily see the girl's underwear, which made her all the more self-conscious about her diaper.

"Ummm, hi," the girl glanced down at her. "Who are you?"

"Please, just walk!" Polly begged, hoping the woman would buy that this was the person responsible for her.

"How does this always happen?" the girl sighed. "I'm sorry, but I'm not here to babysit, I'm on my way to a party, and..."

"Pleeease!" Polly sniffled. "Just take me to that house over there!" She pointed at the nearest one, where, thankfully, she saw a man and woman sitting on the porch. She glanced behind herself, gulping as she saw the woman with the stroller eyeing her suspiciously. "Y-You can go to your potty afterwards, but I reeeally need to..." 

She blushed, realizing her slip-up only when the teen chuckled. "I think I know what you need to do," she said, which save Polly from having to say it again, though was somehow even more mortifying. "I've done enough sitting to recognize that little dance. Okay, come on."

Polly was incredibly grateful, just for that help, but, as they walked, she couldn't help noticing the girl had a bag of candy. "Ummm..." She blushed, knowing that, in reality, she was essentially taking candy from a child, yet, at the moment, she was the younger one, and needed that candy quite desperately. "I-If you are going to a party, do you need all that?" She gestured up at the bag with her hand, the two nearly empty pillowcases dangling pathetically from her fist.

"I earned this!" the girl said. "I got this myself, and... Oh, that's so sad! How did a cutie like you wind up with so little candy? And it must be getting close to your bedtime, too..." Polly, despite feeling guilty, batted her eyes, staring up at her pitifully, which, considering how she was feeling, and how full her bladder was, wasn't difficult. "Ugh, fine, I can just go buy myself more tomorrow."

"Thank you so much!" Polly exclaimed, taking the bag and shoving the whole thing into one of the pillowcases. It didn't fill up even that one, though it was a better start than she'd expected.

"You're welcome," the girl sighed, leading her into the yard Polly had pointed out. "Trick or treat!" she called out. "Hey, do you mind if she uses your bathroom?"

Polly was, again, grateful to the teenager for keeping her from having to say it herself, although that didn't keep her from blushing mightily, especially when the woman on the porch took her hand and led her into the house, to the bathroom. She hoped someone else would be capable of removing her diaper, since she wasn't, but there wound up being another hurdle.

"You're so tiny!" the woman exclaimed. "Hold on, dear, I still have my son's potty training seat around here somewhere."

Polly groaned, feeling ready to burst. "B-But..." she protested. She'd done so well making it this far, getting to a bathroom at all...

"You're so tiny, you'll fall right through without it!" the woman told her. "I wish we had his potty chair, but I know we've gotten rid of that."

Polly gasped as she felt another twinge from her bladder, dropping her bags, both hands pushing on her diaper, for all the good that did her. "Pleeease, hurry!" she gasped.

"It's okay," the woman reassured her. "You're already in a diaper, I'm sure your Mommy won't be that mad at you if you use it a little. Just do your best, and that will be enough for her, I promise."

That, of course, wasn't what this was about at all, though she could hardly explain that... And, unfortunately, she didn't have time anyway. Moments later, before the woman could even stop comforting her and return to her search, Polly's eyes widened, her mouth falling open as she felt a warmth spreading through her diaper, the awful garment growing heavier and wetter all around her, as, at last her body gave in. "No..." she whimpered, tears springing to her eyes, knowing this was not going to be the last time she experienced this.

The woman gave her a big hug as she cried, but it didn't do much good. The extra portion of candy she gave Polly helped a little more, although Polly didn't have too much time to appreciate it before running off - her diaper harder still to move in now that her accident had caused it to swell up even more - when the woman asked where the girl who had brought her had gone.

When she'd first arrived, the neighborhood had looked fairly small, quaint... At her current size, however, it might as well stretch on to eternity, especially when she had to make a quick exit from nearly every house to avoid being detained while someone searched for her parents. The sidewalk between each house only seemed to grow longer as the sky darkened, too...

At the next house, when she toddled up to the porch and reached for the candy, the man standing there drew the bowl away and demanded, "What do you say?"

Polly had heard enough about the holiday, and seen enough tonight, to know the answer, so she said, wearily, "Twick ow tweat..." gasping as she heard the new lisp in her voice. "Tw-Twick ow tweat..." she tried again, fighting to make her voice work correctly. As if walking around in a wet diaper wasn't bad enough... Now she sounded even more like a baby, too!

"No, you got it," the man told her, patting her on the head. "Here, since you said it twice, I'll give you twice the candy."

Despite not wanting to hear that mockery of her voice again, Polly tried, "Twick ow tweat?", staring up at him, wide-eyed.

"That works once," he warned her. "Don't be greedy."

As soon as Polly was out of earshot, she tried saying other things, growing more and more upset when they all came out the same. Was it because she was getting so tired? Or was the curse already moving in, making her more immature the closer she got to midnight? That would explain why she was having so much trouble with the dark as well... 

Polly wasn't afraid of the dark; she was far too old for that. And yet, those patches of shadow between the streetlights began seeming scarier and scarier as the night wore on, until she was certain, if she hadn't already peed herself, she would have, a little, each time she had to cross one. She might be doing that anyway, though she couldn't tell. Maybe her diaper was getting wetter, or maybe she simply wasn't used to wearing such a humiliating, utterly childish thing.

That wasn't her biggest worry, however... That title belonged to the growing pressure in her tummy. She knew that would probably progress more quickly than she was used to, like her bladder, but she prayed she could make it until the end of the night. She couldn't let that happen... She just couldn't.

With a big help from the bag she'd gotten from the teenager, she managed to fill up one of the pillowcases, and begin on the second, but the lights on the houses were starting to go out, and she was growing tired. People did seem less stingy as the night went on, likely assuming she was one of their last trick-or-treaters, or just impressed by her cuteness and resilience to still be up at this hour.

She simply didn't know if there would be enough houses to finish, unfortunately. She was having to stop and give herself a pep-talk across each dark space now, as her mind spooked her with thoughts of what could lie outside the safe pools of light, waiting to attack. With the houses still up and participating getting further apart, that began to be even more of a problem; when the pressure in her belly started to become something more, it was time to panic. 

The next house was already far away, through a horrifying gauntlet of lampposts - one of which was flickering, offering only occasional protection - and the spaces between. And, as she was nearly there, she watched helplessly as the house's light turned off, giving her even further to go, as her stomach began to really churn.

She whimpered, starting to sweat, despite the cool, night air. She couldn't let this happen... She was a queen, she was not about to mess her pants like some infant! She was going to make it to the next house.... She had to... And she would do whatever it took to convince them to let her inside and use their bathroom, and thwart that awful witch's curse! Several times she froze, her fists balling up tight as she felt the mass inside her struggling to escape, getting closer and closer to losing each time. The back of her diaper seemed a bit mucky, and she doubted it could be termed 'clean', exactly, anymore... But she avoided a full-on disaster.

She got to the house just in time, as the woman was blowing out the candles inside her pumpkins. "Oh, hello, there," she smiled down at Polly. "What are you doing out here so late?"

Polly almost held out her pillowcase automatically, as she had been all night, but a sudden, strong cramp stopped her, bending her over, nearly ending it right there. She opened her mouth, ready to gasp out her cry for help. What came out, instead, however, was, "Goo-goo ga ma blah!"

"What was that?" the woman asked, stepping closer.

Polly's eyes went wild, her mouth suddenly as dry as a desert. Could it be that close to midnight already? Had she lost her ability to speak at all?! How was she supposed to finish her mission now?! Everything had already been so stacked against her, and now... It was all so unfair! She felt her eyes welling up again as she burbled out some more baby babble, trying to make herself understood, pawing at her diaper, watching the woman's confusion grow the more desperate Polly got.

In a way, it was almost a relief when it happened, and she felt her knees bend, her body moving into a squat. She tried to stop it, of course, but she was too tired, her muscles too weak... She could only grunt and groan as she felt the mushy mess begin oozing into her diaper, slowly filling it up, making her bloomers all the tighter around the expanding diaper.

"Oh!" The woman clearly knew what was happening now, and seemed quite apologetic about not helping. As mortified as Polly was, and as hard as it was to step closer to the porch, feeling the fresh, stink mass in her pants shift with every movement, knowing this was going to be a common occurrence from now on, potentially while surrounded by her subjects, it was, in a way, a blessing in disguise. The woman felt so bad, she emptied the rest of her candy into Polly's pillowcase, getting it close enough to what the girl considered 'full'.

Only when she retreated back to the sidewalk, feeling a mix of triumph and despair, did Polly wonder how she was supposed to find the girl again. Surely she'd come back to retrieve her candy, wouldn't she? Polly had no idea where she was now, or how to get back to where she'd first met the child... If the witch didn't come to her, she might still be in big trouble. 

She waited there, in the lamplight, for what felt like an eternity, her legs wanting her to sit, rest, the swollen diaper around her waist keeping her from even considering it. Finally, something emerged from the shadows - making her squeal at first, in terror, before reminding herself she was waiting for someone - stepping close to her.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the witch. For a brief moment, she made the same mistake she had earlier, seeing the black hair and the general shape of the outfit, and thinking it was her daughter. While she didn't want Diana to see her this way, particularly, Polly knew she'd be able to help her.

But, of course, it wasn't Diana. It was the teenager from before, looking far bigger and scarier than she had then, when Polly had been prepared to turn her over to her parents for a spanking, or deliver one herself. Now, she couldn't imagine making this girl do anything... She was a helpless toddler, unable to even keep her diaper clean, or dry, and the girl practically looked like an adult next to her.

The girl seemed confused for a moment, making Polly worry, somehow, that she'd been recognized, before telling herself the teen probably wondered why someone so small was out on their own so late. Then, the teenager's eyes moved to Polly's pillowcases. She hesitated, debating with herself, then shrugged. "Sorry, kid," she said. "It's Halloween... Looks like you've got plenty of treats, so now it's time for the trick."

The teenager reached down, grabbing the bags and yanking them away from Polly. Polly never had a shot at stopping her, though she clung to the pillowcases as hard as she could, which was, most likely, the only reason she wound up falling, stumbling back and landing flat on her dirty diaper, tears welling up again both at the sensation of her bottom sinking into the mess she'd made, and at watching the candy she'd worked so hard to gather, that was her only ticket back to her adult self, vanish into the darkness.

Once she'd started crying, she couldn't stop herself, and only a thumb in her mouth could quiet her, even a little. Sniffling pitifully, she curled up in her circle of light, watching the last house lights go out in the distance, taking with them any hope she might have had of getting even a little candy for the witch. 

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"Good morning, stinkypants!"

Polly blinked, her eyes slowly opening to wooden bars, stuffed animals, and the face of the girl who had cursed her to this staring down at her from the other side. She sucked a little harder at what she assumed to be her thumb, until she looked down to see both her hands covered in pink mittens, attached to the fuzzy, footed sleeper she was wearing, making her think it must be a pacifier instead.

Clumsily, she climbed to her feet, feeling the wet - but thankfully not messy - diaper between her legs. As if that wasn't enough to keep her from intimidating the girl, she didn't even come close to being able to look over the crib bars, ensuring that escape wouldn't be possible, either. She mentally prepared a speech, ready to tell the girl how she needed to let her go, that she had an island to go rule and take care of, that she couldn't be kept here, in the hopes that she could speak in anything more than baby babble again, yet she wasn't even able to get that far, since her mouth refused to spit out the pacifier.

"Now, now," a very familiar voice spoke up, "don't be too mean to your new little sister. She had a rough night."

Polly gasped, feeling her diaper grow even damper as she saw Antiope step into the room behind the girl. She looked around, confused, certain this room couldn't be anywhere on Themyscira, while blushing at the thought of her sister seeing her this way. "I'm afraid I told you a little fib, sister," Antiope said, stepping closer to the crib. "Magala didn't give me that orb... My husband did."

Polly shook her head. Antiope wasn't married! What was she talking about?!

"I'm sorry I had to keep it a secret from you," Antiope told her. "I didn't think you would approve... And you have always thought that being older meant you knew everything, so I was certain you'd try to forbid me from seeing him again. He made me the orb so I could come here, to Man's World, to visit him whenever I liked. He's a very powerful warlock, with an incredibly gifted daughter." She put her hand on the girl's shoulder proudly. "We all decided it was time for a new member of the family, but, obviously, you would suspect something if I got pregnant... Besides, I won't have time to deal with all that, now that I'm the sole queen of Themyscira. Don't worry, though..." She held up the orb. "I'll keep an eye on you while I'm ruling, and whenever you need something, I can pop in to take care of it. Or I'm sure your new big sister would love to help. And if any of the other Amazons ask where you are, I'll let them look in on you, too, so they can see which of us is really fit to rule, and which will be spending her days here, drooling and dribbling into her diapers."

Polly's eyes widened behind her pacifier. This couldn't be happening... She was the older sister, the queen of the Amazons, the mother of Wonder Woman herself! She couldn't be stuck here, in some nursery in Man's World, the baby of the household... She shook her head, frowning as she noticed the odd, sticky sensation on the seat of her diaper, only to realize she was in the midst of pooping her pants, and hadn't noticed it at all until then.

No matter how hard she tried to convince herself this wasn't real, that there was no way any of this could have happened, that was proof enough that she was wrong. Every bit of authority, power, maturity... everything... was gone, replaced by her new life of dirty diapers, crib bars, and knowing she was at the complete mercy of everyone around her, a baby in every way, other than her mind.