A Normal Sidekick (Patreon)

Since it has been a bit since the last part, so newer readers might not be aware, this is part of a series, which you can find the rest of here. Pictures property of ABDreams and UKDiaperGirls.

Dakota had kept a lot of secrets in her time; she considered herself practically an expert at it by now. The way Mommy was acting now was definitely not something Dakota would have done if she were trying to keep something hidden, which was almost enough to make her question if she had been acting silly, if she should have just accepted this woman, the way the rest of the team had.

Honestly, what business had she had in questioning her in the first place? As far as anyone on her team knew, she was a teenager, some kid who had gotten the job solely because her - or, in their minds, his - father had been the first Tempest, serving alongside the first Gale. They were both gone now... One of Dakota's biggest regrets was keeping her powers a secret from her dad once she'd realized she had them, not knowing whether she wanted to follow in his footsteps or not until it was too late to let him know.

Maybe that was why she'd decided to craft another secret for herself to keep... Once the new Gale showed up, it had felt right for her to take up her place beside her, the way she knew her dad would have wanted her to, the way he would have if he were still alive. The new Gale was a woman, so she easily could have gone to her as herself, and it would have seemed right... But, whether it was as a tribute to her father, or her own fear of having her secret identity discovered, she'd, instead, posed as a teenaged boy, pulling her hair into a ponytail, binding her chest - not that there was that much to hide there - and wearing her father's old costume to prove her connection.

She'd learned about her speed power a while ago, and there had definitely been some times when they'd come in handy, she had never trained, and never understood how her dad and his hero had been able to use them to fight as much evil as he had always claimed. It had been nice, pretending she'd just gotten them, that she was a dumb kid who Gale could teach things to, and not be expected to have spent the past few years developing them. And she didn't mind pretending to be a boy, either... She'd always been a bit of a tomboy, so it came fairly natural to her.

There were certainly times when her deception hadn't been so pleasant, however... Despite her assumed age, since the original Tempest had been the leader of the two, and Gale the sidekick, it was decided that they ought to be the same now. Gale had accepted it, even though Dakota got the idea that the woman was humoring her, totally unaware that, in reality, they were almost the same age, basically equals. Every time the team turned to Dakota instead of Gale for her opinion, she worried her sidekick would grow to resent her for it... 

When Mommy had shown up, wanting to join the team, after her broadcast of a defeated and infantalized Aphrodite that New Year's, Gale had been the only one to vote no. If any of the heroes had done that, they would have discussed it, taken it seriously... Since it was a sidekick, even one who had been around longer than Tempest, they'd ignored her.

"Don't worry," Wildfire, the team's leader, had teased, "we'll make sure you don't get stuck with the babysitting... You being afraid of changing a dirty diaper isn't enough reason to turn her down."

"For all you know, I have kids," Gale had countered. "What do you think, Tempest?"

"She's a little weird, maybe," Dakota admitted. She hadn't given it a second thought, though... When she saw the look that Gale was giving her, she decided to back her up anyway. "You know what? I change my vote."

It hadn't been enough to make a difference. Dakota had been horrified when Wildfire had told Mommy that she'd been the one to vote against her, but that they'd decided to accept her anyway. "I appreciate that," Mommy had said, "I'd hate to have anyone uncomfortable with my presence, though... What is it that you're uncertain about, Tempest? I'd be happy to help put those fears behind you..."

Dakota had looked to Gale, hoping for help with an answer. "I dunno," she'd shrugged finally.

"That was quite the show I put on at New Year's," Mommy had smiled, chuckled. "Was it too... theatrical for you? Do you think I might be working with Aphrodite, trying to trick all of you?"

The thought hadn't crossed Dakota's mind... Until Mommy brought it up. It was possible that had been nagging at the back of her mind... As soon as Mommy said it, however, despite that being the origin, Dakota couldn't help feeling that meant it wasn't likely, or why would she have brought it up, when nobody else had? The best she could come up with for an answer was, "Maybe?"

"That's perfectly understandable," Mommy had told her. "I'll tell you what... Why don't you come visit her, and I can show you that it was all real? Will that put your mind at ease?"

Dakota had shuddered, recalling what had become of the formerly formidable villain... But she'd nodded anyway. "Okay," she'd said. "I think that would do it."

Mommy's smile had widened, in a way that Dakota had done her best not to read too much into, as difficult as that was to do. "Perfect," she'd purred. "I'd be happy to give you a tour anytime..."

The fact that Mommy had a base of her own was strange; if she could afford that, why did she need to bother with a team? On the other hand, the fact that she'd followed through, invited Tempest there, and let 'him' show up unannounced, whenever 'he' wanted, was almost enough to convince Dakota in and of itself. There was no way she'd have done the same with her apartment, even with Gale herself, much less any of the other heroes... Then again, as far as they knew, she lived with her mother, and was keeping her career as a superhero a secret, so they couldn't have shown up without raising suspicion. They could show up in their secret identities, yet, unless they pretended to be teachers from her school or something, a bunch of adults visiting a young teenager was still weird.

Mommy even had a staff, it appeared. "Hey," Dakota said, glancing up at the woman in a nurse's uniform behind the front desk anxiously. "I'm here for..."

"You are Tempest," the nurse replied, her voice sounding off somehow, although Dakota couldn't quite place it. "We've been expecting you. Come in."

Dakota nodded, following the woman further into the facility, past rows of closed doors, more nurses bustling here and there. Dakota had almost worked up the courage to ask what they were up to, what the other nurses were doing, when Mommy appeared, smiling down at her. "You showed up sooner than I expected!" she exclaimed. "Though, I guess I should have expected you to work fast, huh?" she winked.

Dakota couldn't bring herself to chuckle at the joke, if it could really be called that. "Who are all these people?" she asked.

"They aren't," Mommy told her, managing to laugh herself at the confused look on Dakota's face. "They're robots. They're here to help me run this place... I'm thinking ahead, really. They don't have much to do yet, with only Aphrodite here, but I'm hoping to bring plenty more villains here to start their rehabilitation, and once that happens, they're going to have their hands full."

Rehabilitation... Dakota shivered, recalling hearing that word on the Aphrodite broadcast, and what that had apparently involved, leaving the woman drooling, filling her diapers uncontrollably... Was that truly the best way to reform anybody?

"And speaking of Aphrodite... Or, as we call her now, Mallory... Here she is!" Mommy opened one of the doors, revealing an oversized nursery, and a woman inside that Dakota recognized as Aphrodite only because of the video... Otherwise, there was no way she would have thought it was possible this oversized toddler could be her, babbling on the floor in her childish dress, too short to hide the padding beneath her tights as she sucked happily on a pacifier.

"Well, go on," Mommy urged, placing a hand on Dakota's lower back, gently pushing her into the room. "Go say hi!"

Dakota froze up, nose wrinkling at the scent of baby powder and faint ammonia, a part of her scared to even think about whether that was coming from the diaper pail, or the diaper Aphrodite was wearing right now. As soon as she stepped into the room, the sound of tinkly nursery rhymes assaulted her ears, so loud they almost felt like they were drilling into her ears.

"They help keep her calm," Mommy explained, seeing her discomfort. "Don't worry, dear... You'll get used to them. Why don't you go a little closer?" 

There was a part of Dakota that wanted to obey, to do as she was told, while the rest of her stayed rooted to the spot. "There's no need to fight it," Mommy cooed. "I really wasn't sure what to do with you, but I'm almost glad you're my first now... You changing your mind is going to make it so much easier to get to the others... Not that they were making it difficult in the first place. And you're so young already, I won't even have to take you back, I can just teach you how to be the perfect Daddy, a perfect companion for me... Eventually. Won't that be fun, getting to be Daddy to all of those heroes who belittled you, and laughed off your ideas because you were the youngest?"

Dakota felt herself nodding, almost despite herself, despite the growing feeling of panic in her. "I thought so," Mommy purred. "Mallory, sweetie, it's showtime." Obediently, the woman on the floor got up onto all fours, lifting her bottom slightly, looking straight at Dakota before starting to push. Dakota's eyes widened as she realized what was happening, saw a lump forming in the seat of Aphrodite's diaper. "One day, you'll be able to do that to any one of the heroes on your team, and they'll be just as happy to perform for you, whenever and wherever you want..."

"No!" Dakota snapped out of whatever trance she'd been in, the mortifying sight in front of her enough to let her break free, to process what she was hearing. She knew she ought to fight Mommy, or at least go warn the others, but, instead, in a panic, she ran home, full speed, heart pounding, that image burned into her brain.

It took her an embarrassingly long time to work up the courage to pick up the burner phone she used as Tempest, to call Gale and try to warn her. She didn't know how she'd make the woman believe her, but she knew she had to. As soon as Gale picked up, Dakota started to blurt out the story, too frantic to notice the buzzing on the other end of the line. "You believe me, right?" she finished, hoping that Gale hearing was as speedy as her body, and she'd been able to keep up with how quickly the words had spilled out of Dakota's mouth.

Her blood froze as she heard Mommy's voice on the other end of the line. "Good job," she could hear it say faintly, clearly not to her. "I'll take over from here. Hello, Tempest... It was nice of you to let me know where you went off to. I was worried about that... Now, I think you should take a look down, sweetie... I bet there's a little surprise there for you..."

"Wh-What are you...?" Dakota started to ask, glancing down at the floor in confusion, only to stop when she saw the wet patches on pants legs, shocked she hadn't felt how warm and wet they were, how they were clinging to her thighs now, until this very moment. "What did you do?!" she shrieked.

"Stay there," Mommy ordered, her voice turning stern, "and I'll tell you soon enough."

Dakota's legs, as fast as she knew they could be, failed her, staying locked to the floor. Her arms stayed in place, too, one holding the phone up to her ear, the other reaching for the wet spot on her hands in horror and disbelief. Mommy's voice went away, but the line didn't go dead; the buzzing returned, though, this time, without her panic speeding everything up, she recognized it as a faint version of the tunes from Aphrodite's nursery.

Her stomach churned, her mind returning once more to the sight of Mallory messing herself on command, realizing how close she was to that already... And how much closer she was bound to get if she didn't do something now. She strained with every fiber of her will, trying to get her body to move, to allow her to run away again, or fight back...

By the time the robot nurses arrived, she'd made no progress, could do nothing to prevent them from picking her up, carrying her away like a statue, her soaked pants on display as she was carted out of her apartment, to the ambulance waiting outside, which drove her right back to Mommy's base, where she was lain down onto an exam table, still frozen.

"Thank you, ladies," Mommy said, strutting in, wearing her own nurse's uniform, although hers was purple, unlike the white of the nurses'. "I can handle it from here."

Dakota silently groaned, fighting to move, to squirm away, to keep from being seen in her civilian clothes. "Well, look at this," Mommy mused. "No wonder the hypnosis I made for you didn't work... You naughty little thing."

She reached into one of the drawers, pulling out a pair of scissors, starting to snip away at Dakota's outfit from the legholes of her jeans, one at a time. "Don't move," she quipped with a sly wink. Dakota wished she could have, would have been happy to risk a cut to avoid what she saw happening, as the scissors sliced higher and higher, splitting apart her jeans, and then, humiliatingly, once both legs of the pants were done, the soaked panties underneath.

"That is definitely not what I expected," Mommy told her, moving the scissors to the girl's shirt. "I have a feeling your teammates could say the same." She cut Dakota's shirt open down the middle, then did the same with her bra. "Aww," she teased, tickling Dakota's exposed tummy. "No wonder you were able to blend in as a little boy so well... You don't even need this thing, do you?"

Dakota glared at her, the only thing she could do. "Oh, that's right," Mommy smirked. "This isn't nearly as fun if I can't hear you whimper and beg... Hold on." She went to the drawers for something else, a pair of soft, pink handcuffs, with a leash attached to the chain between them. "I did a lot of research on your team, you know... I was able to find out your father's weakness, and made these out of that just in case, although, now that I see this," she gestured to Dakota's body, "I have to wonder if that really was your dad or not... Maybe you aren't related at all, and these won't work."

She slid the cuffs around Dakota's wrists, locking them in place, making the girl glad she was being held in stasis, or she might have let out the pitiful whimper Mommy had wanted from her as she felt herself being blocked from her powers. "Then again, I was never able to find out the original Tempest's secret identity, or whether he had a son or daughter," Mommy said. "So we'll see, won't we? It seems like so many of you are weak to Toprium, it's worth a shot anyway. Come here."

With those final two words, she gave a tug on the leash, and Dakota could feel her body start moving again, finally. It felt slower, more sluggish, than usual, and she stumbled as she was pulled off the table, her clothes falling off of her, staying behind, leaving her naked and blushing.

"Well, go on, Tempest," Mommy mocked. "Why don't you run away again?" Dakota yanked on the leash, heart pounding as she stared up at the taller, stronger woman holding the other end of it. "Really," Mommy told her. "You'd better start running now, because, if you don't, we're going on a little walk..."

"You know," Mommy crowed, giving the leash a tug, Dakota having no choice other than to trot along behind her to keep up, "sometimes I underestimate myself... Obviously, my general hypnosis will work, in a pinch... I should have stuck with that for you, but no, I had to try the one I made just for you..."

A door opened in front of her automatically, and Dakota let out a squeal as she saw Wildfire on the other side, recognizing his face first, trying in vain to cover herself, though, with her hands chained together, that was clearly impossible. After a moment, however, she realized he was in no position to judge, as he was standing there in only a diaper.

Even so, it was hard to feel too superior, totally naked, her secret exposed. She felt his eyes moving over her, her cheeks burning. "Wh-What awe you doing now?" he demanded, his formerly powerful voice already a lisping, infantile mockery of itself. "Who did you kidnap..." His eyes met with Dakota's, who ducked her head down, a moment too late. "Tempetht?!"

"That's right!" Mommy smiled, patting Wildfire on the head. "What a clever boy! Yes, this is Tempest... Not quite what you expected, is 'he'?"

Dakota nibbled on her bottom lip, feeling her boss's eyes drift back to her chest. "Tempetht, why did you..?"

"Lie?" Mommy finished for him. "That's a good question, isn't it? Don't worry... I'll make sure she gets properly punished for it. For now, I just wanted to let you know the truth about your little teammate here. You can go back to your training now." 

She stepped away, the door slamming shut behind them, leaving Wildfire to his fate as Mommy led Tempest away to the next door, and the next, showing her member after member of her old team, all in various states of regression, though all diapered, letting them all get a good look at her, ensuring that, even if they escaped from this, they'd all know that Tempest had been lying to them all along.

The only one she didn't see on her parade of shame was Gale. Each time a door opened, she braced herself for that, certain it was coming, but it never did... She couldn't make herself smile, in the midst of all this, yet she did feel a sense a relief whenever it wasn't her partner. She wasn't sure Gale was the one she'd have chosen to take down Mommy's operation solo, however, she wasn't the worst option... And, if she knew that Tempest was in there, too, Dakota had no doubt that Gale wouldn't rest until she'd done all she could to bring him back, no matter who was the hero, and who was the sidekick.

Finally, the next door that opened led to a room without an occupant. Dakota swallowed, having a pretty good idea that meant it was meant to be her room, comforting herself as much as she could with the thought that she hadn't seen Gale, so she might still be free. Music was playing, drilling into her mind again, making her feel even weaker as she was led over to the corner of the room, forced to kneel on a bench there, her bare bottom sticking out, her leash tied to it to keep her from getting too far.

"Now, then," Mommy said, Dakota jumping as she felt something smooth being rubbed across her backside, "I'll show you how we deal with liars, little lady." Out of nowhere, before Dakota could even turn to see what it was, the object was pulled away from her rear, then smacked back against it hard.

"Ow!" she yelped, trying to turn to rub the sore spot it had left behind, cowering at the sight of the ominous, black paddle in Mommy's hand. "N-No, please don't spank me!"

"It is far too late for that," Mommy told her, demonstrating it with another swing of her wrist, the paddle cracking against the girl's butt. 

"B-But..." Dakota squirmed, tears already welling up in her eyes. She knew she ought to stay strong... After everything she'd seen, she had no doubt she knew what was coming after the spanking was over, however. "I-I could still be your companion!" she blurted out. "Y-You're right, the rest of the team never respected me! I'd love to help you take care of them! A-And I'm not a kid, I'm an adult, so I can do it now! You don't have to wait! You don't need to train me! I'm ready right now!"

"Wow," Mommy chuckled. "So quick to turn on them... I guess I shouldn't be surprised." She spanked Dakota again, giving her a moment to howl in pain. "You missed your chance, little one... Didn't she, dear?"

Dakota hadn't heard the door open again, had no idea there was an audience until now. She turned, sniffling, to see two women standing in the doorway, one of whom she thought she recognized, wearing a purple nurse's outfit like Mommy's... The other she had no doubt about. "G-Gale?" she gasped, her hopes of rescue fading fast at the sight of her partner being led into the room, wearing a diaper, a pacifier, booties and mittens, helplessly getting chained to the wall. Had she heard Dakota threaten to betray her?!

"I-I didn't mean..." she whimpered, stopped mid-sentence with another swat of the paddle.

"Tempest, sweetie," Mommy chanted, "You already know this punishment is because of your lies... Why would you try to tell another one?"

"Did I do it right, Mommy?" the woman in the nurse's outfit asked, giving the straps holding Gale's mittens to the wall above her a tug.

"You did," Mommy beamed. "You're such a good girl, Lynn! Now, come help Mommy with this naughty girl."

Dakota could hear a soft, plasticky rustle coming from the girl as she made her way over to the bench; was she in diapers, too?! Dakota whimpered, looking around the room, seeing stacks of the things everywhere, knowing that was almost certain to be her fate now, her mind flashing back to Aphrodite, pooping her pants on demand...

"Is she ready for this now, Mommy?" the girl picked up a bottle.

"You know what?" Mommy smiled. "I think she is... Don't worry, Tempest, you're going to love this. It's a special cocktail I've developed that's going to make all that hypnosis sink in even further, and keep you from shaking it off..."

"N-No!" Dakota wailed, yelping as she got another pair of swats. "W-Wait!" She gasped, finally remembering why the other nurse looked familiar. "Y-You're the Scarlet Sage!" She was a hero who had vanished last year... Was this where she'd been the whole time?! "Y-You can't do this to me! Please, you have to help us!"

"Beg all you want," Mommy told her. "Lynn here has been with me so long, there's no question of her loyalty."

"Y-You mean brainwashing!" Dakota countered.

Mommy shrugged. "Whichever you prefer. My other nurses were spread so thin, I had to have her help me out with you... But I think she's enjoying playing dress-up, aren't you?"

"Yeah," the former Scarlet Sage giggled, trying to shove the nipple of the bottle she was holding into Dakota's mouth. Dakota turned her head, narrowly avoiding it, though she knew that wouldn't last long... Especially once Mommy grabbed her by her hair, holding her in place, letting Lynn slide the bottle of milk right into position. "She even let me change my hair!"

Dakota wrinkled her nose as she felt the milk begin to pour into her mouth, praying Mommy hadn't been telling the truth about what it did... Although, given her position on lying, that seemed unlikely. "I wanted you to know it was her," Mommy informed Dakota, "For you to see that I have no problem doing this to heroes, as well as villains. Do you like your hair that color, sweetie?"

"Umm..." Lynn's brow furrowed, the simple question apparently requiring a good few moments of thought. "I dunno," she shrugged. "Do you, Mommy?"

"I think you're always adorable," she replied. "But I think the blonde suits you better. What color do you think her hair should be?"

Dakota tried to shake her head, but Mommy was still holding her in place, making sure she drank her milk. "Uh... Pink!" Lynn giggled. 

"No!" Dakota burbled past the milk. Pink was so girly... She never would have chosen to wear it, even in her civilian identity, much less make her hair that color!

"That's such a good idea," Mommy praised, finally letting go of Dakota's hair, only to go back to the spanking full force. "You're such a clever girl...Now, once she's done with that bottle, why don't you get a diaper ready for her, over by her friend? She's going to be needing it very soon..."

Dakota did her very best to keep from swallowing the milk, but it was a losing battle from the start, and, as her punishment continued, it only got harder, her mouth starting to want to suck at the nipple, to nurse. She wasn't sure if it was a desire for comfort because of the blistering spanking she was getting, or if it was the hypnosis taking effect already; it didn't really matter, in the end, since the result was the same.

As soon as the bottle was empty, Lynn was eagerly fetching a diaper, opening it up, spreading it out, while Dakota watched, almost missing the sensation of sucking, almost wishing she could easily suck her thumb, that her hands were cuffed together. As Lynn knelt down, Dakota caught a glimpse of her own diaper, and the discoloration of it. The whole thing was so mortifying, it was hard to judge, but having someone still in diapers themselves, and clearly needing them, definitely seemed to make this feel more humiliating.

Finally, after Dakota's backside was red, and hot, and throbbing, Mommy was satisfied, slipping the paddle back into the pocket of her uniform, helping the blubbering girl down off of the bench... And right onto the waiting diaper.

"Oh!" Dakota blushed hard, feeling the padding beneath her, hearing the crinkling, knowing she was moments away from being just like Gale, just like Wildfire, just like the rest of her team, and Scarlet Sage, and Aphrodite, and everyone else Mommy had done this to... And there wasn't a thing she could do about it.

"Sweetie," Mommy smiled at Lynn, "why don't you handle this? It's just like with your friend, Bonnie. Do you remember that?"

Lynn nodded, looking a bit unsure. As soon as she produced the mini-enema, however, her expression changed instantly, as she happily uncapped it, slipping it into Dakota's exposed bottom and squeezing, the speedster gasping at the sensation of liquid rushing into her, and the thought of what that was going to do to her.

"Do you remember what's in there?" Mommy quizzed. Lynn shook her head. "It's the same as with Bonnie, sweetheart!" Lynn pouted, shaking her head again. "That's okay, Mommy's not mad... It's a big word to remember, isn't it? Let me remind you... It's Toprium."

Dakota's eyes widened; this was extremely bad... The Toprium in the cuffs had been enough to slow her down, but having it inside her like this... She might never get her powers back! In fact, if Mommy had done this before, she could almost guarantee she was only repeating it because she knew it would work.

"Now, you go ahead and get her taped into her diaper before she has an accident... I need to have a little chat with her." As Lynn started to tug the diaper up, between Dakota's anxiously wiggling legs, Mommy put a hand under her chin, lifting it up, forcing her to look her in the eyes. "I just want you to know, Tempest," she said, "this is all your fault."

"N-No," Dakota whimpered, shaking her head, hearing the crinkling of her diaper as Lynn pulled it into place. "I-I didn't do anything..."

"You did," Mommy said. "I had this all planned out... I was working on specialized hypnosis for each member of your little team... I was going to take them out, one by one, and watch as the rest of them panicked and tried to figure out what was going on... And, after you had your little questions about me, I was going to have you help me do it. But you aren't at all who I thought you were, so the hypnosis I developed for you didn't work the way I wanted at all, and you were able to get away.

"Naturally, I assumed you were going to warn your team, so I had to work fast, take the rest of them down at the same time. It worked, of course... But it wasn't nearly as much fun as it would have been to do it my way. I should almost thank you... I had a feeling it would work, though I'd never tried it on such a big group before. Now I know that I'm unstoppable... All because you're such a coward."

Dakota could feel Gale's eyes on her. If she hadn't heard Dakota offer to betray them all before, she was probably hoping that Dakota would deny it all now, say that it wasn't true, that this wasn't her fault... "I-I'm not," she tried, weakly, barely louder than the rip of plastic as Lynn opened up the first tape, smoothing it into place.

"You are," Mommy disagreed. "It's funny that you decided to disguise yourself as a little boy, but it's fitting... You certainly aren't a man, not that a tiny little pipsqueak like you could have ever passed for one... Or as a fully grown woman, for that matter. You always knew, deep down, that you were a helpless little child, didn't you?"

"No, I didn't!" Dakota whimpered as the final tapes were fastened, and she was sealed into her diaper. "I-I'm not! I am a grown woman! I'm twenty-three!"

"In months, maybe," Mommy teased. "Go on... Why don't you run away, little Tempest? That's all you're good for, isn't it?" She unlocked the cuffs, releasing Dakota. "Go on."

Dakota knew it was a trick... She knew that, even if it wasn't, she ought to stay here, release her teammates... But all she wanted to do was get away from here. Clumsily, not used to the bulky diaper between her thighs, she stumbled to her feet, tried to dash away...

She got only a few, slow steps before tripping over her own feet. She crashed hard onto the floor, onto her stomach, and, to her horror, the pressure was enough to force her roiling guts to let go. All at once, in front of Mommy, and Lynn, and her sidekick, she filled her diaper with a load of warm mush, officially marking the end of her time as an adult, and as a superhero.

It was not, however, as much as she'd assumed it would be, the end of her time with superheroes. She fully expected that the only ones of them she'd see from now on were the ones Mommy captured, already regressed themselves... But a lot of things didn't happen the way she'd thought they would.

True to her word, Mommy had dyed her hair pink, and dressed her in the shortest, girliest dresses she could find, the kind of things that made a tomboy like Dakota gag. She couldn't do anything about it, of course... Although, not for want of trying. From seeing how the other fully indoctrinated babies acted, she'd made the assumption that, at some point, she'd start liking this, that she'd want to be treated like a baby...

That wasn't the case. In fact, she didn't regress the way they had at all. In a way, that almost made it worse... When she had to have tea parties with the other girls, she was the only one who wasn't fully invested in it, but, if she didn't act like she was, there was always a nurse nearby to 'encourage' her, with a spanking or an enema.

And those enemas were the only way she had true accidents in her diapers, which was another surprise. She'd seen the other babies use their diapers, seemingly without a second thought, without knowing what was happening at all... She always did, every time. The problem came not from that, but from the fact that she didn't remember what a toilet, or even a potty chair, was.

Mommy had demonstrated that to her one day, after an especially big breakfast of the usual oatmeal and prunes, by sauntering in after Daisy had been forced to poop her pants. "Why did you do that?" she'd asked. She hadn't waited for an answer... They both knew that was pointless. "Sweetie, I left you a nice potty seat right here. You could have used that any time!"

She gave it a pat, chuckling at the confused look on the girl's face. She'd seen it sitting there, of course, and now that Mommy had said it, she recognized it instantly... Before that, however, she hadn't for the life of her been able to work out what kind of toy it was, or how to play with it, so she'd ignored it, even when she was in the midst of her worst cramps, while she was eager for relief, desperate to have somewhere other than her diaper to go.... She was humiliated about that for a few minutes... And then, after Mommy left the room, she promptly forgot what it was again.

Even if she could have remembered the name of it, it wouldn't have mattered, because another thing she'd forgotten was how to speak. After her first night, after Mommy had tucked her into bed in her messy diaper, tummy full of the special milk, hypnotic music playing over the speakers, she'd woken up completely unable to do anything other than babble.

"It suits you," Mommy had said. "You didn't try to use your voice to help your friends until it was too late, so you don't need it, do you, Daisy?" Dakota had frowned at that, unhappy, of course, and also perplexed by the name Mommy had used. "You're such a little liar, I don't know what to believe about what your name used to be... And you can't tell me now, can you? So, I decided you're going to be Daisy from now on."

She'd shaken her head, whimpered, but Mommy's mind was made up... From then on, Daisy was all she was called, her former identity gone for good. She couldn't even tell anyone what her real name was... When she was taken on a playdate to Gale's room, and she found some crayons and construction paper there, she'd discovered, when trying to write an apology, that she'd lost her ability to do that as well.

It all seemed a little excessive... It wasn't like she was going anywhere, or spending time with anyone who could help her, even if they did know the truth... She assumed it was all to teach her a lesson, as Mommy seemed to enjoy doing. And then, she found out the full story.

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Daisy groaned inwardly as the nurse pulled the dress over her head. It was a dress, for one thing; for another, it was white. She supposed she ought to be grateful it wasn't pink, to match her hair, but white was almost worse... She knew from experience that being put in white meant she was expected to keep her clothes perfectly spotless, under threat of spanking, with the nurses able to pick up the slightest spot, and refusing to take responsibility for not changing her on time. It was more fair for her than the others, since she could hold it, if she had to... Only for so long, though. 

The dress was fairly simple, but it still had more lace and ribbons than anything she'd have ever considered wearing in her old life. To go with it, she had a pair of matching ribbons put in her hair, some frilly white ankle socks, and the customary pacifier. When the nurse announced they were going out, she assumed it must be to a tea party, so she grabbed her favorite stuffed animal, the one she'd been sleeping with every night since she got here, and followed along obediently after the robot.

Instead of going to one of the other nurseries, however, the robot led her straight to Mommy's office. Half of it didn't look much different from the rest of the facility that Daisy had seen, with a playpen and plenty of toys strewn around... The other half had Mommy's desk, and appeared much more professional. 

"There you are," she smiled, adjusting the girl's dress. "You look precious!"

Daisy mumbled nonsense behind her pacifier, glad she wasn't expected to mindlessly blather over how much she loved Mommy, the way the others did whenever they saw her. As far as the woman knew, that was what she was doing, and she was happy to pretend, if it kept her the freedom to not think those things, to have her mind completely taken over and babified.

"Are you ready?" Daisy tilted her head, staring up at her, but, before she could answer, Mommy had reached into the pocket of her jacket and pressed something, and, suddenly, one wall of the office sprang to life with a video feed of a long table filled with superheroes. "Hello!" Mommy waved.

Daisy shrank back, trying to hide behind Mommy, feeling suddenly self-conscious as she tugged at the hem of her dress, which was, of course, too short to fully hide her diaper, no matter how hard she pulled. She didn't recognize all of the heroes, but she'd seen most of them, and, with Gale, had teamed up with a few.

"Hello!" the woman at the head of the table waved back. "It's good to see you again. And who is this?"

"This?" Mommy grinned. "This is what I wanted to talk to you all about... You see, this is my little sidekick."

Daisy blushed, both at what Mommy had said, at the implied demotion from hero to sidekick, and what she'd felt happen in her pants, with no warning. She hadn't had any unassisted accidents in all her time here... Now, out of nowhere, she felt her bladder release a dribble of urine to soak into her padding. Completely forgetting about where she was, and used to her time here, where diapers were nothing out of the ordinary, she lifted the hem of her dress, clamping one hand to her crotch, unable to believe what she'd just done. It wasn't until she saw a couple of the younger heroes, a set of twins, giggling to each other that she thought to let go of her dress... But the damage was done.

"And, er," the leader shot a look at the twins, "what are her... powers?"

"Powers? Oh, I'm sorry," Mommy chuckled. "You see, she's not a sidekick in that way." Daisy squeaked into her pacifier as she felt another unbidden trickle of warmth make its way into her diaper. "She's a former villain who is in my reformation program... She's grown quite attached to me. I'm afraid she's lost all of her powers in the process, poor thing, so she'd be absolutely useless in a fight... But she's the reason I haven't been able to accept your offer yet. I worry about what would happen if I left her alone here... So I'd need to have her with me."

Daisy looked up from her soggy diaper to Mommy, nursing her paci anxiously. Was she about to join another team, to do to them what she'd done to Tempest's? And was she seriously going to bring Daisy along to make her watch?! Suddenly, it all made sense... This was why Mommy had taken away her ability to speak, and write, so that she'd be unable to do anything to stop it, just like she hadn't been able to save her own team... 

In a way, it was almost like Mommy had accepted Tempest's offer to betray her teammates, like she was about to become her right-hand girl after all... Except, she was right beside them, and she knew that this was all just another way of mocking her, and the cowardice that had doomed her whole team to diapers. Mommy was going to do to these heroes what she'd wanted to do to them... And Daisy was going to be right there, watching, helpless to stop it.

"I'm not sure," the leader said. "We don't have many sidekicks in the first place..." Another spurt of warmth.

"We were sidekicks when we started," one of the twins mentioned. Daisy groaned, wishing she could tell them to stop saying that word, positive now that it was the reason she was gradually soaking her diaper, but of course she couldn't.

"That's different," the leader sighed. "You have powers."

"She wouldn't go on missions, of course," Mommy told them. "I'm sure we won't all be gone at the same time, so as long as we have someone around who doesn't mind babysitting..." From the look on the twins' face, Daisy expected that would be them more often than not.

"I'm sure we can work something out," the leader said at last. "Welcome to the team."

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Mommy asked. "There are some Tempest force winds outside my window here, so I couldn't quite make it out."

From the way she emphasized 'Tempest', Daisy knew it was a jab at her, and her old name... For a split second, she thought it was intended to out her, to make the other team recognize her, but how could that be? They'd known her as a teenaged boy... Now, she was a girly little overgrown toddler. The real reason became evident a moment later, when she felt her knees bend, heard herself start to grunt into her pacifier as she began to push, a load of soft mush slowly oozing its way into her diaper, ignoring her every desperate attempt to stop it.

"You're on the team!" the leader repeated. "Both of you! What do we call her?"

"Her old villain name certainly doesn't suit her," Mommy said. "I was thinking she could just go by Baby Girl..."

"Well, that definitely fits her," one of the twins laughed. 

Daisy was too lost in her thoughts to hear, blushing as she reached back, feeling the still-growing lump in her pants. At least when she was given an enema, she had some warning, some excuse... This was so much more humiliating, even without the fact that Mommy had tied it into her old identity. 'Sidekick' was something that was bound to be said plenty, and off-handedly, so it was hard to tell when she was going to be wetting herself... 'Tempest' wasn't nearly as common, though Daisy had no doubt that Mommy would find plenty of excuses to say it, each time another reminder of who she used to be, before Mommy had so thoroughly defeated her, taking away her powers, her maturity, both her real name and superhero name, even her position as a hero herself, instead of a lowly, diaper-dependent sidekick...

"Uh-oh!" Mommy feigned surprise as she turned to look at Daisy. "I think Mommy and Baby Girl had better sign off for now so one of us can get a change... We'll see you all soon enough!" When she flicked off the screen, however, Daisy didn't get taken to the changing table in Mommy's office, or back to her nursery. 

"Good morning, Jada," Mommy said, opening up the door to Gale's nursery. "You have a special visitor today... But first, a little quiz. Do you remember what you used to call her?"

Daisy pouted, staring up at Mommy, trying to beg her to stop it. "Tempest?" Gale asked obediently, and, right on cue, Daisy felt her body get into another squat, start pushing again, while the other girl giggled.

"Very good! And what did you used to be to her?"

Daisy was too busy pooping her pants to protest. "A sidekick?" Gale grinned, watching with delight as Daisy's diaper began to sag more, showing her just how much control she now had over her former hero, who definitely couldn't be mistaken for one of those anymore.

"So clever! Now, Mommy needs to finish packing for an important trip, so why don't you two play here for a while? Oh, and Jada, sweetie? You're in charge. If you think Daisy here needs a bottle, or a snack, let a nurse know, and they'll be happy to fetch one... or two, or three... for her. I'll let them know you're in charge of deciding when she needs a change, too. Just remember, if she leaks on her dress, she'll have to get a spanking... I guess you should probably be in charge of giving her that, too, if that happens somehow, huh?"

Daisy whimpered, seeing the look of delight in her former sidekick's eyes at how much power she now had over her. "What's wrong, Baby Girl?" Mommy asked. "If you don't want to play, just say so... Just say the word, Daisy, and I'll stop all of this, and I won't make you come be my sidekick."

But, of course, Daisy couldn't do that... All she could do was wet her diaper again and watch helplessly as Mommy stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her, leaving the former hero and sidekick all alone together.