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"Well, go on," Mommy urged. "You know you need your milk to help you grow up big and strong!"

Aphrodite glared at the woman, infuriated. "Just you wait!" she warned. "You're going to regret this!"

"Of course, sweetie," Mommy smiled condescendingly, as if she didn't even understand what was being said.... Or she simply didn't see Aphrodite as a threat.

That was more likely, really, because, apparently... She wasn't. Aphrodite looked down at herself, at the bright, cute onesie she'd been snapped into, with its sleepy bears and smiling moons, and the diaper peeking out of the legholes, a far cry from her usual costume, a testament to how very far she'd fallen.

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It was supposed to be a team-up, one that was mostly charity on Aphrodite's part, if she was being honest... But it was close to Christmas, so she was feeling generous. She didn't need any help, and, if she did, it was simple enough to get some temporarily. In the rare cases she wanted something more permanent, there were definitely stronger villains she could turn to.

She wasn't entirely sure what it was that Mommy did - and what kind of a name for a supervillain was that, anyway? - despite the pictures she'd shown her of heroes, dressed like babies, in her nursery. Was it mind control? Or something more? 

Aphrodite was quite familiar with mind control... All it took was one look at her, in her skimpy costume, and people would fall in love with her, do whatever she said. She'd never thought to try this with any of her victims, but she was confident it would work. So, if that was what this Mommy was doing... Well, maybe she hadn't agreed to it completely out of the goodness of her heart. She also wanted to make certain her territory wasn't being horned in on.

It just felt like such a narrow focus... Aphrodite used her powers to convince people to do all sorts of things for her; was Mommy truly satisfied getting heroes into diapers? It would be a lie to pretend she hadn't been amused by the photos, and that she didn't appreciate how humiliating and degrading it must be for them, but how far could she really take that?

Then again, the video she'd sent to Aphrodite was quite convincing... The Valkyrie had, indeed, vanished, and it certainly seemed like the person in the video was her. If this Mommy was able to take down her... Well, there wouldn't be many people she couldn't defeat.

Aphrodite didn't bother bringing in any henchmen. She didn't keep any around on a permanent basis, anyway... It was so much more fun to create them at wherever she was going, forcing the people guarding the diamond she wanted, or who used to live in the penthouse she now resided in, to give her what she desired, or become her maid and butler... And, if Mommy had anything nefarious planned, it would be so much better to turn her own henchmen against her.

It looked more like a doctor's office than a lair, only confirming, in her mind, how low-rent this whole thing was. She strutted in, finding a pair of nurses at the front desk, who seemed confused to see her, coming in out of the cold, clad it what amounted to a few strips of leather, leaving the majority of her skin on display. Had their boss not warned them? Or did they not work for her? Was Mommy just based out of the back of this place, but didn't run the whole thing?

"I'm afraid you can't come in here dressed like that," one of them told her.

"Oh, can't I?" Aphrodite grinned, pushing a button hidden in the leather strap wound around the palm of her hand, releasing the artificial pheromones she'd developed herself. The hardest part had been hiding the dispensers in what little costume she wore, though that was also necessary, ensuring that, once the chemicals hit, she'd be the first thing their eyes were drawn to.

And she definitely should be, here. The only alternatives were the other nurses, and their outfits looked pretty normal, something they surely saw every day... However, that didn't seem to matter. "No," the nurse said, seemingly completely unaffected. "You can't. If you have business here, we can find something else for you to change into, but I'm afraid I can't let you in here in that."

"Yes, you can!" Aphrodite pushed the button again, watching the nurses walk out from behind the counter. "You can let me do whatever I want!"

"No," the other nurse smiled, reaching out for her, "I'm afraid we can't do that, either."

"Get off!" Aphrodite struggled, their grips shockingly strong. Or not that shocking, really... Aphrodite, herself, never had to rely on her own strength. She worked out, but more to stay in shape than to bother with building any muscle. She could always find someone else more suited to that, if she needed.

Except, apparently, now. It took only one of the nurses to drag her down the hall, the villain's kicking and squirming not slowing them one bit. It was almost, Aphrodite realized in horror, like they were robots. She hadn't considered that... Why would someone who seemed obsessed with turning superheroes into mindless, diaper-filling toddlers use robots? But it would explain why the pheromone didn't work on them.

She groaned, looking around, searching for somebody else, someone she could seduce into assisting her, but before she could find anyone, she was manhandled into an oversized nursery, stripped naked, her precious costume - and the years of work it had taken her to perfect it - taken away, and replaced with a humiliating, poofy diaper, a pink, frilly party dress, and some shiny Mary Janes, turned, in a matter of moments, from a sexy supervillain into a baby.

"You are going to pay for this!" she promised, stomping her foot, blushing as the crinkle from her diaper sounded just as loud as her shoe did on the fluffy carpet. She whimpered, staring down at herself, pawing at the smooth, crackling plastic surrounding her crotch, her heart pounding as she thought back to the heroes she'd seen in this situation...

"What do you think?" another voice asked, Aphrodite's head popping up, cheeks burning. She looked like... A woman. Just a normal woman, nothing threatening, or villainous, about her, and yet, Aphrodite was positive she knew who this was.

She wasn't about to address her by the only name she had for her, though. "What is the meaning of this?!" she demanded. "I came here to help you! How dare you have your cronies..."

"Oh, Mallory," Mommy shook her head. "Did you really fall for that?"

Aphrodite's eyes widened at the sound of her real name, a name she hadn't gone by in years... It always sounded so weak to her, so pathetic... How did this woman know it?!

"Mommy knows all about you," she smiled, almost seeming to read her mind, stepping forward. Aphrodite was on the short side, but, at least since she'd become a villain, it hadn't bothered her, knowing that nobody under her power cared... Now, dressed like this, feeling the woman's finger on her chin, forcing it upwards, making her look up at her, acknowledging how small she truly was in comparison, she felt tinier, more helpless, than ever. "Mommy always knows... And Mommy has something very special in mind for you, Mallory."

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Aphrodite looked at the sippy cup she'd been handed again, squirming in place. "Th-This'll make me big again?" she asked uncertainly. She knew she hadn't actually shrunken, of course, but it felt that way, after days of being dressed like a baby, surrounded by robots that were bigger than her, and who she would have had no chance of controlling, even with her costume.

"So big!" Mommy promised. 

Aphrodite eyed her skeptically, but lifted the cup to her mouth anyway, and started to drink. This had just been a demonstration, she told herself. Mommy was showing her what she could do, proving her power, to let her see why it was worth her time to team up with her... She didn't know if it was going to work, if she'd ever want to see the woman again once she got out of here, though she could see the reasoning.

"There's my big girl!" Mommy cooed, as Aphrodite reluctantly started to drink. The villain scowled at her, almost wanting to stop, but Mommy saw her start to lower it. "No, Mallory, you have to finish it all, or it won't work!"

"Don't call me that," she burbled from behind the sippy cup.

"Hush, hush," Mommy told her. "It works best if you finish it all at once... No pauses."

For as small as the sippy cup was, that took a surprisingly long time... And, in the middle of it, she could feel her tummy begin to rumble. It had been doing it for a while now, but, of course, she wasn't about to do what it wanted, not in this place. She squirmed, her free hand rubbing it, trying to calm it down.

"Uh-oh!" Mommy chuckled. "Is something wrong, sweetie? Why don't you lie down? I'm sure that'll help! Here, let Mommy give you a hand... You keep drinking your milk!"

Mommy guided her down to the floor, pushing her down onto her back, handing her a stuffed animal. "Cuddle with this," she ordered. "And why don't you lift your legs up like this?"

Aphrodite knew what position this was... She knew what Mommy was doing. But it was too late to do anything about it, as the woman raised her legs up, pushing them in towards the villain's roiling tummy. Aphrodite whimpered, trying to move away, only for another cramp to hit her, freezing her in place... And, worse still, making her feel a warm, mushy lump begin forming in the seat of her diaper.

"There you go," Mommy smiled down at her. "You see? Your milk is helping you get big!" Aphrodite grunted into the sippy cup, straining to put a stop to it, the mass in her pants only growing. She blushed bright red as Mommy gave it a pat. "Well, helping your diaper get big, at least..."

Aphrodite was furious... But what could she do?! "You tricked me!" she glared at Mommy, tossing the empty sippy cup, and then the stuffed animal, at Mommy, both falling short. "You're gonna pay for this! I am Aphro..."

She cut herself off with a disgusted groan as she sat up, her backside sinking into the stinky mush filling her pants. "No," Mommy took advantage of the shocked silence. "You are just Mallory again now. Little, baby Mallory."

She tapped Aphrodite on the nose, the little villain scrambling to her feet, stamping them angrily. "No, I'm not! I am Aphrodite, and when I get out of this, I'm going to convince the whole city to come here and tear this place down, brick by brick!"

She fumed, and raged, and all that did was lead to Mommy stepping out of her nursery, leaving her stuck there in her messy diaper, every movement causing the onesie to shift, and pull, reminding her anew of what she'd been forced to do to herself. 

By the time Mommy returned, later that day, it was to a much meeker little girl, ready to do whatever it took to get a clean diaper. She hated herself for it, for giving in so easily - was one dirty diaper really all it took?! - but she was even willing to say, "Pl-Please, Mommy?", calling the woman by her title for the first time.

"Of course, Mallory," Mommy smiled. "I wouldn't want you to get a rash, after all!"

A rash... A diaper rash. How could this be real?! How could the mighty Aphrodite have to even think about the possibility of getting diaper rash?! The thought was too humiliating to dwell on.

"I'm very proud of you, Mallory," Mommy told her, cleaning her up. "I think you're ready now."

"Ready?" Aphrodite perked up. "A-Are you going to let me out of here now?"

Mommy chuckled. "Oh, no, of course not! Why would I let my baby go? It's safe for you here, sweetie... But I do have a very special job for you. Do you know what tomorrow is?"

Aphrodite nibbled at her bottom lip, shaking her head. She'd completely lost track of time in this place... Logically, she knew it couldn't have been that long, since she'd been able to keep from messing herself until today, but it felt like she'd spent years here, toddling around, getting dressed up in diapers and humiliating, babyish clothes...

"It's New Year's Eve!" Mommy declared. "And Mommy needs a very special little girl to help her out. Do you think you can do that?"

Aphrodite was confused; Mommy had just said she wasn't letting her out of here. How was she going to help her, stuck in this place? Even so, she found that, no matter how angry she was at Mommy for tricking her, she did want to help her... She tried to tell herself that it was because, if she proved her worth to Mommy, she might release her after all, and that, to help her, she'd surely have to get her costume back...

How true that was, she wasn't certain. Maybe there was an element of that... She also wanted to do it because this was Mommy, however, and, even if she was the reason it had happened in the first place, Mommy had gotten her out of that icky, stinky diaper... So helping her out was really the least she could do.

"Okay, Mommy," she nodded. "Will I get to wear my costume?"

"Don't worry," Mommy grinned. "Mommy has something very special picked out for you to wear."

Aphrodite spent the whole day fantasizing about that night, and her costume. That had to be what Mommy had meant... Right? What could be more special than that?! After so long, being dressed like a toddler, it was going to feel so nice... She always felt so powerful in her costume, so free... 

"No fussing," Mommy ordered, getting her ready for a second nap that day. "You have to stay up very late for New Year's Eve, so you need your rest."

"Mommy!" she pouted, hating how easily she'd slipped into calling the woman that, after finally giving in to it the day before. "I can stay up late, I promise!"

"I'm sure you can," she smiled, zipping the sleeper up. "But 'late' to grown-ups is very different than 'late' to babies like you. I bet you think 8 at night is late!"

"Nuh-uh!" Aphrodite shook her head, wrinkling her nose as she looked down at herself. The footed sleeper was fuzzy and blue, covered in moons and clouds... It made her look so soft and sweet and innocent... Nothing at all like the supervillain she knew she was. 

"Well, take a nap for me anyway," Mommy requested, tucking her in. Aphrodite wasn't particularly tired, but if that was what Mommy wanted, she supposed it wouldn't hurt to close her eyes for a minute or two...

What was she doing?! She, of all people, should know what this was... Mommy was controlling her mind, just like Aphrodite had done to so many people... Unfortunately, knowing what it was didn't make it any easier for her to shake it off, and, desire to do what Mommy asked filling her head, and thumb filling her mouth, she drifted off.

When she woke up, the side of her crib was down, and a bottle of milk was sitting beside her. Was it the same kind of milk as yesterday? She had a bad feeling it was... She had to find some way to get rid of it before Mommy came in, and made her drink it. She crawled out of bed, stretching, and, sleepily, dragged one of her blankets along with her, its presence making her feel braver, somehow, as she went on her quest to find a way to dispose of the icky milk.

"There she is, everyone!" Mommy exclaimed, making Aphrodite jump as she burst in. "Here's Baby New Year! Say hi, sweetie!"

Aphrodite's stomach lurched, seeing Mommy, and one of her nurses, holding a camera, wondering who, exactly, was on the other end, seeing her this way. "H-Hi," she raised her arm to wave, lifting her blankie up. "Umm... Wh-What is this, Mommy?"

"I told you, sweetie," Mommy smiled at her. "You have a very special job tonight..."

"B-But you said I got to wear something special for it," she pouted, staring down at herself.

"And you are!" Mommy told her. "Don't you all think she looks adorable? Just perfect for our little Baby New Year! Now, I want to introduce her to you all. This is my precious Mallory..."

"No!" Aphrodite whined, shaking her head, not wanting anyone to associate that name with her. 

"Hush," Mommy said gently, but firmly. "Why don't you drink your ba-ba?" Aphrodite tried to shake her head again, but the bottle was already raising, her body already obeying, despite her fears of what was in it. "I'm sure most of you know her better by another name, though," the woman continued. "Once upon a time, she went by Aphrodite."

No, Aphrodite realized, after hearing it, glancing down at herself again, at the sweet, fluffy sleeper that, unlike her costume, hid her body almost perfectly, leaving all of it up to imagination, instead of almost none. It was much worse, hearing that name, letting people realize that was who she was, under all this.

"But that isn't who she is anymore," Mommy told the camera. "Now, she's my Mallory, and she's very sorry for all the naughty things she did, aren't you, baby?" Aphrodite nibbled at the bottle's nipple, her throat still obediently swallowing as she nodded. "That's why she's the Baby New Year for this year... Because she's making a brand new start. And she's helping her Mommy do the same.

"I'm formally announcing my arrival as the newest hero, completely independent of all the groups and leagues, and all that nonsense. I'm not here to make money... I'm here to get things done. Of course, I'd be happy to help out any of those heroes who would like my assistance. You can see what I've already accomplished!" She stepped forward, patting Aphrodite on the head. "I believe that the way to deal with villains isn't to throw them in jail... We need to reform them. And the best way to do that is to start from the beginning. I'm sure you're all very skeptical of this, and I can't blame you. That's why I'm having this livestream, so you can watch Baby New Year here, and see how well my process works. I'd love to stay, too, but a Mommy's work is never done! Be a good little girl, Mallory."

Aphrodite frowned as she watched the speech, confused. Did she say she was a hero?! That couldn't be true... She'd seen the video the woman had sent her of The Valkyrie, and those other, newer heroes... Why would one hero do that to the others, especially one of the most powerful? This had to be a trick... She was using Aphrodite as a pawn, to pretend she was on the side of the good guys...

And there was nothing Aphrodite could do about it. She blushed, looking into the camera lens, wanting so badly to contradict what Mommy had said, to take her down... The woman wasn't even here, couldn't stop her... Except that Mommy had told her to be good... And she always did what Mommy said...

"N-No," she shook her head, putting down her bottle - though, only because it was empty. "N-No, I'm not a baby! I'm Aphrodite!" But how would anyone believe that, seeing her this way? Her eyes lit up, thinking of a solution, her hands clumsily fumbling with the zipper on her sleeper. She half expected the nurse to stop her, but the robot just kept filming.

"Look!" she insisted, finally getting the zipper to tug down, exposing her bra underneath. "See?" She yanked it down further, tried to slide out of the top half of the fuzzy sleeper, only to get caught up in it, falling to her hands and knees, jolting her insides... Which, thanks to the bottle she'd drank, was a very bad thing.

She whimpered, realizing she'd done too good of a job, that not only was her bra showing, but her diaper was, too. The sleeper might have hidden the bulge... Maybe not everyone would have realized what she was wearing underneath, normally. Now, however, there was no question.

"N-No, don't look at that!" she whined, even though it was pointed more at the camera than the rest of her. "Look at my boobies!"

But there was something happening in her diaper, something that was sure to draw even more attention to it. "Look at my boobies!" she ordered again. Usually, she wouldn't have to tell people to do that; usually, they couldn't help themselves, and then, they'd have no choice, except to do whatever she said. Now, however...

"D-Don't look at my diapie!" she pouted, trying in vain to cover it, eyes widening as her hand brushed against a lump in the padding... One that was growing. "N-No, really, stop looking at it!" she said frantically. "Right now! Oh, no..." 

And, in the eyes of the world, Mallory filled her diaper, knowing, with every push, that even if she got out of this, and got her costume back, there was no way people wouldn't think of this when they saw her, no matter how she was dressed... Would the pheromones even work, in the face of such a humiliating, babyish memory?! 

Maybe it was a good thing she knew she'd never find out... She wasn't getting out of here, she realized, grunting softly, feeling her diaper expand further. Mommy would never let that happen... And, now that Mommy had her, and all those heroes, it was clear that nobody was safe from her, no matter what side they were on.