The Invisible Woman in;

‘Don’t be Such a Baby!’

By Marcus

Introduction and disclaimer;

Susan Richards AKA the Invisible Woman is always trying to impress us with how good a mother she thinks she is, but, how good of a baby would she be? Let’s see shall we? Inspired (yet again) by ideas in an Orb story. Although a tip of the hat should also go to Dark One’s ‘Ms Americana; Super Bimbo’ story as well. I also put in a little literary reference for all you eagle eyed Conan Doyle fans out there to spot.

People keep asking me “Marcus, why do you keep picking on the Invisible Woman all the time?” Because she’s HOT! That’s why!

All characters copyright the Marvel Entertainment Group other than the Infantiliser who I’m proud (!?!) to say I invented myself. Freud would have loved him.

Yet again, this is only a work of fiction. Please do not start kidnapping super heroines, infantilising them and then blaming me for giving you the idea when they arrested you!

(Infantilism n dictionary definition; the state of being mentally or physically undeveloped through adult life. a psychological condition when patient regresses to early childhood, babyhood.)

Prologue;

The sleek lines of the Fantasti-car sped along the New York skyline before alighting upon the roof of the Avenger’s Mansion. As the four colourful members of the world most famous adventure team disembarked from the gleaming craft they were met by the gold clad armoured figure of Iron Man.

“Greeting Reed, Susan, Ben, Johnny...I'm glad that you were able to answer my call so promptly!” he said shaking Reed Richard’s extended hand. (Extended by about ten feet!)

“We have a problem that we need your expertise on Dr. Richards. One that requires the utmost discretion on your part. If word of this got out to the media it would be a disaster!”

“Of course we’ll do anything we can to help. But what is this problem?”

“It may be easer just to show you, through here please.” Said the armoured avenger gesturing for them to follow him as they all began to descend the flight of stairs that led into the interior of the mansion.

As Susan is the main protagonist (and victim) of this story, let’s focus in on her from now on. Taking time first to admire her trim, well toned figure in its skin tight blue uniform, and the way the large number ‘4’ on her chest insignia wobbles about as her big round tits bounce up and down with every step.

“You may recall about a month ago one of our team mates, the Scarlet Witch, disappeared whilst on a mission.” continued Iron Man as they proceed deeper into the complex. “Of course we began an immediate search, but were unable to come up with any leads. That is until we received an anonymous phone call informing us where to find her. When we did we couldn’t believe what had been done to her. Let’s just say that she is no longer the woman we knew.” He paused at a door by which the imposing figure of Captain America stood guard. “Any change?” asked Iron Man. “No!” He replied curtly, there was a look of tension in his eyes that Susan had never seen before. “This is bad!” She thought “This is really bad! I've never seen Captain America looking so tense.”

Iron Man turned round to them “You will all recall the Scarlet Witch… what she looked like... what kind of person she was...? Well, believe it or not, the person in this room is what she has now become! I thought it best if I just brought you down here and showed her to you. But I warn you, prepared yourself for a shock!”

So saying he typed in a combination and the door slid smoothly open. Inside the room was as brightly painted as a nursery, there were different piles of boxes and several giant sized cuddly toys giving the whole place a vaguely sinister and surreal appearance. Scattered about the floor were some infants toys and sat on a mat in the centre of the room gurgling away as she played with some brightly coloured plastic building bricks was the most bizarre looking figure that Susan had ever seen. (And Boy Oh Boy, had Susan seen her fair share of freaks in her life!) Surely this strange creature could not possibly be Wanda Maximoff AKA the Scarlet Witch? No! The Scarlet Witch that she remembered was a tall, beautiful young woman with a flowing mane of auburn hair, a voluptuous hour glass figure and long graceful legs.

This woman was very different! For a start she was completely hairless, As if suffering from severe alopecia and, as she glanced up with alarmed expression at the sight of these intruders, she gave a startled yelp and began to make her way, crawling rapidly on her hands and knees, towards one corner of the room. Susan noticed immediately that there was something very wrong with her breasts. The Wanda she remembered had been blessed with a sensational pair of hooters. Which she had not been shy about displaying to their best advantage in a crimson corselette that could barely contained them. It was a décolletage to be proud off. One that even Susan, by no means under endowed herself, had been slightly envious of. But not anymore, the shrivelled up skin bags trailing along the floor behind Wanda were travesties of what they had once been. Susan couldn’t imagine what could have been done to them to reduce them to this appalling state. But it was what Wanda was now wearing that came as the biggest surprise.

She was crawling around naked except for a bulky adult sized diaper (somewhat inexpertly fitted, Susan noticed.) and with a large dummy sticking out of her mouth. This strange woman was now observing them all with a frighten expression on her face whilst clinging to a gigantic stuffed teddy bear.

“This is fairly standard behaviour…” explained Iron Man “she’s very nervous around of people she doesn’t know.”

“Oh you poor girl! Whatever has been done to you?” said Susan gently, kneeling down before the terrified looking girl." Burble… Burble a-goo!” replied Wanda, staring at her blankly.

“I’m afraid we’ve been unable to get any sensible words out of her Mrs Richards. As far as we can tell her mind has been completely wiped back to pre verbal infancy. As you can see Dr Richards, this is the state we found her in.”

“But you can’t leave her like this! I’ll just take that stupid dummy out of her mouth.” said Susan extending her gloved hand towards Wanda's face. “No leave it” said Iron Man “we’ve tried that, she starts crying if it’s removed.”

“Well at least let me take this ridiculous diaper off her.”

“I’m afraid we can’t let you do that either. Whatever was done to her was quite a sophisticated process. her digestive system has been subtlety altered until now it can only handle baby food, milk and rusks, and also, more embarrassingly, she seems to no longer have any conscious control over her eliminations and all attempts to toilet train her have so far failed.”

“But… what happened to her breasts? Asked Susan in disgust. “Why do they look like that?”

“Obviously at some time during her imprisonment they were completely evacuated. I’m unwilling to even speculate why.”

As they were talking Susan noticed Wanda's hand creeping down inside the front of her diaper. There was little doubt about what she was intending to do.

“What on earth…” cried Susan “she’s…”

“I know, I know,” sighed Iron Man in exasperation “We don’t know how to stop her from doing that either! Although her mind has been regressed to infancy she still has the body and sexual drives of an adult woman. And basically she has no inhibitions left to stop her anymore.”

“My god, this is just awful! Who could have done such a thing?” exclaimed Sue angrily.

“Well that we do know! This is the work of some mad man who calls himself ‘The Infantiliser’. Not only did he issue a statement claiming responsibility for Wanda's transformation, but he also had the temerity to send us a truck load of supplies for the continued care of his ‘Baby Wanda’ as he called her.” He said pointing to a large stack of boxes marked ‘diapers’ with his gauntleted hand. “He has informed us that we can expect further re stocks once these run out.”

“We’ve have to keep Wanda locked up in here to stop her crawling around." He said, and then more sombrely “despite our combined knowledge of various scientific disciplines after two weeks we are still no nearer a cure. And I’m afraid that unless we can find out precisely how this was done to her... she’s likely to remain this way for the rest of her life. That’s why we’ve turned to you Dr. Richards, you are our last hope.”

“Oh Reed darling, you’ve got to help this poor girl! We can’t just leave her in this state! Please help her!”

“I’ll do what I can, my dear” said Mr Fantastic, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “I’ll return later with some of my equipment and start making preliminary tests. My best advice in the meantime is to try and apprehend the man who did this to her. Surely what he has done he can undo.”

Susan meanwhile had thrown a sympathetic arm around Wanda’s naked shoulders, hugging her close to her bosom out of pity. But what she didn’t notice was Wanda’s innocent big blue eyes focusing in hungrily on her large breasts, the nipples prominently pushing their way up through the fabric. Wanda's hand reached forward… TWEAK! Suddenly everyone jumped as there was an almighty shriek from the Invisible Woman as she slapped Wanda's hand away.

Wanda immediately spat out her dummy and began to wail and cry loudly. Susan bolted up to her feet, flushed and confused.

“I’ve got to go! I’m… I’m sorry... but I’ve go to get out of this place! I-I just can’t handle it! This is all freaking me out!” She turned and practically ran out of the room; her heels kick klaking loudly, leaving the still bawling ‘Baby Wanda’ behind her. The rest of the FF made hurried excuses and followed her. Even as they were flying back to there base in the fantastic car Susan still hadn’t fully regained her composure.

“My God!” She snarled brushing her wind blown hair angrily away from her face. “What sort of sick bastard would do that to a woman? I hope I met up with him! I’d make him pay!”

Over the next few weeks Reed Richards made several fruitless attempts at curing the Scarlet Witch of the psycho hypnotic brainwashing she had undergone. Finally he decided that was almost hopeless. Without the precise knowledge of how her brain waves had been altered in the first place he could find no way to reverse the process.

However, then came a brake in the case. They received news that one of the Infatiliser’s henchmen a ‘Mr Porlock’, who, upon hearing that both the Fantastic Four and the Avengers were on his boss’s trail had decided it was in his own best interest to try to save his own neck by betraying his boss’s whereabouts... for a considerable sum of money of course. Porlock’s conditions were that he would meet with the Fantastic Four in central park at noon the next day. He intended to take advantage of the fact that the FF always drew a large crowd of fans and autograph seekers whenever they appeared in public to enable him to approach them anonymously.

Having no choice but to agree to these conditions the following morning found the Fantastic Four strolling around the park at the spot designated by the mysterious Mr Porlock. Things were not going well, already a large crowd of sight seers had gathered around them, irritating the always short tempered Thing. Susan paused between signing autographs and having her picture taken with fans to whisper to her husband. “Reed, how on earth are we supposed to recognise this ‘Porlock’ character anyway?”

“I don't know dear. I suppose he will just have to make himself known to us.”

Out of the corner of his eye he could see that a large troop of performing clowns and mimes, obviously street entertainers, were making their way inexorably towards them, obviously intending to take advantage of the large crowd the Fantastic Four were drawing. “Oh no!” Reed sighed “This is not going to go down well!” The last thing the irascible Thing needed was some clown waving a balloon animal under his nose.

A very tall and fat looking clown was by now standing right in front of the FF with about a dozen brightly coloured balloons grasped in one podgy hand.

“Maybe this is Pollock?” Thought Sue “it could be that he’s using the clown outfit as an additional disguise.”

Smiling broadly the fat clown produced a large pin and proceeded to puncture his balloons. POP! POP! POP! Instantly clouds of brightly coloured smoke blossomed out from the burst balloons. Pandemonium ensued! People started coughing, chocking and collapsing. "Psychotropic gas! Urgh!” Gasped Mr Fantastic before he and his three team-mates were overcome. The fast acting gas causing them experience vivid hallucinations as they lay there, flopping about on the ground, their minds filled with nightmarish visions of being attacked by a menagerie of their diabolical foes.

Seemingly unaffected by the gas the huge clown scooped up the limp body of the Invisible Woman, threw her over his shoulder and dashed rapidly way. He flung her into the back of a nearby parked van as the rest of the clown gang pilled rapidly into it. The van then sped swiftly away.

The abduction of the Invisible Woman had gone off without a hitch!

Susan found herself suffering some bizarre hallucinations due to the gas. At first it seemed to her that she was in somewhere that was rocking and jostling around a great deal, and that a dozen or so brightly coloured clowns were all crowding in around her, mauling and groping her nubile body, their gloved hands grapping and tearing at her costume until finally she was stripped completely naked. Then she dreamt that her hands and feet had been tied tightly together and these same clowns were now gang banging her. It was quite a realist dream really, she could almost feel it as they shoved their cocks into her mouth and down her throat whilst others were slamming their penises into her pussy and up her ass, the orgy seemed to continue forever because as one clown finished another took his place, all of them jacking off on her face, hair and all over her writhing naked body.

“Thank goodness this is only a dream!” thought Susan.

Then her nightmare took on an even bizarre turn, now she was back in a playpen, dressed up as a baby and a gigantic woman's breast was descended from the sky until its huge nipple was hovering right in front of her face. Susan ached to suckle on it and wrapped her full lips eagerly around this massive imaginary teat. This gave her a strange feeling of contentment and satisfaction which she surrendered to eagerly.

Susan awoke feeling groggy and disorientated. It took her quite some time to come around properly and take stock of her present circumstances and surroundings.

The first thing she noticed was that she was still sucking away on something, and, crossing her big blue eyes, she could make out that it was a giant sized baby’s pacifier. As she attempted to spit it out she found that a string of elastic attached to the dummy and looped around her head held it securely in position. She then noticed that she was lying on her back in what appeared to be a large baby cot, which was rocking mechanically gently backwards and forwards. Looking down she was alarmed to discover that she had been stripped of her costume and, as she glanced past her own naked breasts, was then even more alarmed to see that she had been fitted with what looked like a large pink rubber diaper, complete with frills and elasticised waist and leggings.

Her arms had been tied behind her back and somehow fastened to the bottom of the crib, which was far too small for her to lie in comfortably. Her long bare legs were left to dangle out of the front of it, the backs of her knees resting upon the padded edges of the cot. Swinging those legs up and down she could see that she had been fitted with a fetching pair of pink booties. Susan was becoming increasingly disturbed that, even though her jaw muscles and lips were now aching painfully from the action of constantly sucking away on her pacifier, she found that she couldn’t stop herself from doing it! No amount of will power on her part was sufficient to defeat this irresistible compulsion. She seemed to have no control over herself in this respect. In fact this whole situation was beginning to give Susan the creeps! She felt as if she were still in some kind of bizarre dream!

Above her head different types of babycare mobiles twisted and swirled and lullaby music could be heard faintly. On either side of the crib were plastic sided mirrors, rather like the wing mirrors on a car. And, gazing at her reflection in them, Sue was astonished to see that she was now also wearing a large baby bonnet, also in pink, with pretty ribbons tying it underneath her chin. Above the swirling mobiles and a large over head blue light pulsated slowly on and off with a faint oscillating hum. Fully conscious by now, and outraged by what had been done to her, a furious Susan struggled to free herself. Someone was going to pay for making the Invisible Woman look such a fool!

Her return to consciousness must have been noticed, as the door at the far end of the nursery opened and in stepped a strange, almost dwarfish looking, little man. He was bespectacled, clean shaven and wearing a big white overcoat. He was almost completely bald but for a single remain quiff of hair on the top of his head which along with his well scrubbed, cherubic face made him look a little like a wrinkled up baby himself.

“Good morning Mrs. Richards, I trust you enjoyed your little nap. You may call me The Infantiliser… and the person I intend to infantilise... is you. First, if I may, I would like to explain some of the subtleties of your predicament that you may be unaware of…” When he smiled he had prominently separated front teeth, probably caused by excessive thumb sucking.

“Do you see that overhead light? Well it’s been emitting a high dose of anti-cosmic rays and, considering the length of time you’ve been exposed underneath it, by now all of your fabulous super powers (snigger) should have been drained away for good.”

An alarmed Susan immediately attempted to test this statement by turning invisible, nothing happen! This weird little creep was telling the truth!

“Also, that pacifier that you’ve been sucking away on so diligently was loaded full of neurotoxins and muscle relaxants, so don’t imagine you’ll be in any shape to use your karate training to fight your way out of here. By now they will have made you (titter) as helpless as a baby.”

“Well, if you’re feeling up to it we can start the process of re-modelling you into a charming little baby-girl, can’t we? Yes? I’ll just summon my baby handlers shall I?… Com’n in boys!”

If the Infantisier was an undernourished runt, the same could not be said for his helpers. Five burly muscle men with close cropped hair, black slacks and with white t-shirts straining over their overdeveloped chests entered the room.

“These are my Minders, my ‘Baby Minders’ as I call them. I believe that you got quite intimately acquainted with them all earlier whilst they were disguised as clowns, yes?” This provoked a whole set of worrying flash backs for Susan. “What did he just say !?!” She thought in alarm “Does this mean that all that stuff in the van wasn’t a dream!?!”

At the infantiliser’s instructions one of them reached into the crib, pushing the bizarrely dressed, busty blonde beauty to one side to get underneath her and untie her hands, He then lifted the semi naked Invisible Woman out and set her down upon her feet. As he relaxed his grip on her Susan immediately found herself tumbling to the floor, her legs too weak to support her. She made several abortive and drunken looking attempts to stand up, but kept tottering over again and ended up crawling around on the floor, just like a baby. She glanced around taking in her surroundings. She was in what looked like a brightly painted kiddie’s nursery with collection of large stuffed toys and even a rocking horse. The whole thing looked like the product of a disturbed mind. The Infantiliser bent down to speak to her. “Don’t worry Mrs Richards; the worse effects of the toxins should wear of in a few minutes. I just used them to make you nice and compliant. Help the lady to her feet boys. “

Two muscle men dragged Susan to her feet again.

The glamorous adventuress looked completely ridiculous as she stood there supported by her two guards. Her big tits on open display and her long shapely legs completely bare. Wearing nothing but a big, stupid looking pink bonnet, baggy elasticised safety pants and of course her cute new bootees, all the while sucking away on her dummy like Maggie Simpson.

“Now boys, time to start taking some pictures.” The Infantiliser’s henchmen immediately started to snap way with high-tech hand held cameras, much to the obvious discomfort of the humiliatingly dressed Invisible Woman.

“Now, now, Mrs Richards don’t sulk. We must document everything you know; I want to have a (Tee hee) complete photographic record of every stage of your transformation.” Needless to say all this was hardly reassuring for Sue.

“Speaking of which, it’s time for the next stage, so let’s get all this stuff off you shall we?” So saying he reached up under her chin untying the straps holding her bonnet in position and whipped it off. Susan’s long golden hair shook free and she glared down at her captor. “Now, let’s take that dummy out!” He unloosed the elastic from behind Susan's head and put a finger through the big O ring of the pacifier, with a couple of gentle tugs he managed to coax Susan into relinquishing the dummy. “Hmnn you really didn’t want to let go of that, did you? In case you’re wondering, the reason why you couldn’t stop sucking on it is because I gave you a hormone shot which stimulates the suckling reflex whilst you were asleep. With all the conditioning you’ve received since you will find you’re now irresistibly compelled to suck away on anything that’s put into your mouth, the advantages of which are, at least to men, (Tee hee) obvious.”

With her gob stopper removed Susan was finally able to talk. And Boy! Was she going to give this little jerk a piece of her mind.

“You sick creep! I’m going to make you so sorry for humiliating me like this! You’re going to be sorry you ever set eyes on me!” (Considering Susan's bod, this was highly unlikely.) But unfortunately, just after making these threats, Susan tumbled over again and had to be help back up to her feet.

“Oh, but I haven’t even started yet, my dear!” Said the Infantiliser, stepping behind Susan. “Let’s get these off shall we?” And before Susan could turn her head to see what he was up to he had yanked her rubber diaper right down to her ankles. He then made her step out of it and removed her pink booties so that she was now completely naked.

“Come along now and we’ll continue your conversion process. Hurry, hurry!” Susan was so weakened by the muscle numbing drugs that she put up only a token struggle as she was dragged out of the nursery by her two guards into a larger warehouse sized room filled with many different, sinister looking, scientific contraptions.

The Infantiliser made his way towards one of these, followed by his beautiful nude captive, her two ‘helpers’ and the rest of his muscle bound entourage. The machine they were all now stood beside resembled a cross between a giant iron lung and an industrial laundry cleaner. It was basically a big cylindrical tank about 15 ft long and more than large big enough to fit someone inside.

“Now then Mrs Richards,” Said the strange little man sucking on his thumb. “As I said I intend to radically transform you, as is my passion, one could almost say obsession, into the same splendid type of creature that I have made of the Scarlet Witch. When I’m finished with you although you will still have the body of a well built, adult woman… Very well built, if I may say so.” He said, rubbing his hands together and ogling Susan's voluptuous naked figure. “But you will be left with the mind of an infant. Before that however, there are some minor cosmetic alterations that I wish to make…”

“Put her in the Depilator Machine boys.” Susan suddenly realised the probable purpose of this weird contraption and put up the best fight she was able to given her weakened condition as she was manhandled forwards and placed on her back upon the large sliding tray projecting from the front of the machine. But her struggles were in vain. Her thrashing arms were secured in wrist clamps on either side of her hips and her long well muscled legs bent tightly back so that her ankles could be secured to another set of straps just below the first. With this operation completed the henchmen stepped back and Susan lay there, trusted up like a basted turkey ready to be put in the oven. Her open knees pointing up at the ceiling, her heels tucked into her buttocks and her pink pussy on prominently display.

“Allow me to explain Mrs Richards...” Said the Infantiliser, wiping his glasses with a white handkerchief. “This machine, through which you will be shortly processed, will painlessly remove all your hair and, as a secondary treatment, will then kill off all your hair follicles at the roots, ensuring that none of it ever grows back. In other words, you will be rendered completely hairless for the rest of your life!”

Susan was gazing at him with a look of shocked disbelief and horror upon her beautiful face.

“Y–You can’t be serious!?! You can’t really mean to do that to me... C-can you?” She watched his small hand approaching the ‘START’ mechanism.

“No! No! You lunatic... DON’T PUSH THAT BUTTON!” She Yelled.

“Oh please don’t distress yourself so Mrs Richards, I assure you that as far as I’m concerned you’ll look a lot sexier with your new cleaner, more refined look. You’ll thank me for this one day.” He said, and then, with a press of a switch, into the Depilator Machine went Sue.

“Noooo! Somebody help me! Please!!” She wailed, struggling helplessly as the tray slid inexorably forward on it’s rollers into the open mouth of the machine. The front hatch then swinging smoothly down behind her as she disappeared inside.

Sealed inside the machine, her body lit by the dull glow of large translucent light panels curving around the inner circumference of the machine, Susan continued to struggle in her bonds. “NOOO! I don’t want to be bald!! LET– ME– OUT!!” Suddenly rows of nozzles all around the inside of the chamber began to spray out a thick translucent fluid which coated Susan from head to foot in slimy gelatinous gunk.

“E-uck!!” Cried Susan in disgust. It looked as if she had been completely covered in cum. Seconds later mechanical arms with micro razors on their ends descended and shaved the immobilised heroine completely. WIP! WIP! Susan was given a Hollywood! VIP! WIP! VIP! WIP! Off came all her long blonde hair! VIP! Even her eyebrows... Gone!

Suddenly the light panels on the inside of the machine changed colour and began to emit a bight red glow. Susan felt all her skin prickle and tighten as a precisely gauged burst of electrolysis killed off every hair follicle on her body.

Finally hot jets of warm air dried Susan off and she was unceremoniously ejected from the rear of the machine, now, quite literally, as bald as a baby.

“Splendid! Absolutely splendid!" Squealed the Infantiliser. “Just look at her now! Well..?!? Pick her up boys... pick her up!”

Two of his henchmen dutiful helped Susan to her feet and she stood there swaying, but now recovered enough from the tranquilisers to be able to stand (somewhat shakily) on her own two feet. Her superb body was glistening and gleaming after its treatment in the Depilator Machine. Her shaking hands wandered nervously over her smooth skin and she's shivered. Susan kept running her right hand in a compulsively movement over her smooth hairless pate, seemingly having trouble coming to terms with the idea that all her beautiful long blonde tresses were gone for good. “My God! My hair! My hair! I’m *Gulp!* b-bald!...” her left hand travelled over her smooth Venus Môn “Completely bald!”

Susan seemed to be struggling to fight back a scream. “Why have you done this to me? She demanded almost hysterical. “*Sob* WHY?!?”

“Ah yes, well, I suppose that I would hardly be an authentic super villain if I didn’t display a compulsive tenancy to relate my origin story to everyone I met now would I?”

“I was once a humble research scientist. But my life was made a misery by my bullying boss. A very beautiful but also very demanding woman. She was constantly belittling me, criticizing me and putting me down in front of other people. She made my life a misery! A living nightmare! It was because of her that I first conceived of the idea which was to become my life's mission. I would invent a process that would reduce all dominant women to complete helplessness. For my first experiment I kidnapped my boss and transformed her into a gurgling baby-girl. Unfortunately I was sloppy, and shortly afterwards I was arrested by the police. The judge and jury at my trial couldn’t see that what I’d done to her was an improvement, so they had me committed to the ‘Bide a Wee Happy Home for the Emotionally Troubled’. There I languished for many years until a notorious super villain intrigued by my work, arranged for my escape, on the proviso that, in future, I target exclusively super heroines in my quest to infantilise the female population. Well, of course, I jumped at the suggestion. The very idea of taking all you famous super bitches, aloof, arrogant and superior women and reducing each and every one of you to bald little diaper-girls. Condemned to spend the rest of your lives crawling around on the floor, chugging down SMA and filling your nappies with shit. I mean it was just perfect.”

“Well enough reminiscing, come along Mrs Richards we haven’t got all day you know.” Susan allowed herself to be meekly led across the floor towards another weird looking contraption. Whist her diminutive captor continued to prattle away beside her.

“Y’know me and my boys, we’ve got a real taste for baby milk... and where do you get baby milk from? From a mother’s teat of course…”

Susan was studying, with vague trepidation, the device in front of her. It resembled a large box with a big industrial pump attached. Projecting from out of its top was a length of transparent plastic tubing which branched into two, somewhat like a doctor’s stethoscope. On the end of each tube were large bell shaped cups. Two large empty glass milk bottles were affixed in housings at either side of the machine and a pair of manacles dangled down ominously from the ceiling behind it. The legend on the machine’s name plate said ‘Milkmaid 4000’!

Suddenly a mental image of Wanda's flaccid, ruined breasts flashed before her mind’s eye and she knew, instinctively, that this thing was what had been responsible for their destruction. “Oh No! No way!” She said and began (too late) to struggle and shy away as the two burly ‘Baby Minders’ dragged her towards the chains behind the machine.

“Oh come, come, Mrs Richards, you didn’t think that we’d pass up the opportunity to milk a big titted cow like you, did you?” Her efforts to escape were useless and her wrists were quickly fastened inside the manacles above her head. They then stepped back leaving her strung up in position, her body at full stretch and as taut as a bow string, tottering a little as she struggled to balance on the tips of her toes.

Picture the harrowing scene if you will, the famous Invisible Woman naked and shorn of all her beautiful hair just hanging there like a side of beef in a butcher’s shop. Her big loose breasts dangling just inches above the dreaded, tit destroying ‘Milkmaid 4000’

“No! No! You can’t milk me! Please!” She protested as she swung about trying to keep her balance and take some of the weight of her aching arms. “Listen you... you idiot! It just won't work.” Maybe she could reason with this lunatic before it was too late. “Look... I’m not even lactating… it– won’t– work!”

“Oh don’t worry about it Mrs Richards,” he smiled, still sucking his thumb “we've taken care of all that already. You’ve had your hormone shots whilst you were still asleep. Didn’t you notice how heavy and tender your breasts felt today?”

“Of course, by the time we’ve extracted all that we want from them your tits will never look quite the same again.”

“Watch, I’ll prove to you that you're ready to give milk. Time to treat myself to a little breast feeding of my own I think!” So saying the little dwarf ran forward yelling “Mummy!” and wrapped his short podgy arms around the Invisible Woman's waist, hugging her tightly. His mouth was just about level with the statuesque super heroine's nipples. And clamping his small mouth over the nub of Susan's pink left nipple he began suck hard.

“E-yipe! STOP THAT!! Stop that now you little pervert!!! Oohh... OOoohhh... NO! stopp itt! OWW!! It stings! Stop! You disgusting little freak... STOP! Or I’ll...” All the time she was yelling this her superb legs were doing an ineffective little dance, flopping and twitching in an uncoordinated attempt to try and kick this little vampire creep away from her.

Normally Susan would have been ably to send him flying with one powerful karate kick, but today there was no strength left in her smooth well muscled thighs, they just looked good, but that was all! Finally with an incredible effort of will the desperate beauty managed to raise a leg high enough to get a knee into his the chest and shove him forcefully away.

“*Gasp!* You sick freak! Look what you’ve done to my nipple... its bright red!”

It was indeed, and there was also some tell tale pearlescent drops of fresh milk glistening around the tip.

“I think I’ve proved my point…” said the Infaniliser smugly, wiping his mouth and then rubbing his sore chest. “You're leaking like a dairy cow that’s hasn’t been milked in a fortnight!”

Susan just stared at him overcome with dumbfounded shock. She just wasn’t used to anyone talking to her like that!

“...and now that I’ve got you started...” he said, approaching her again, but this time with a suction cup in each hand. A cold sweat broke out along Susan's back... she didn’t think she had the strength left in her for another kick.

FOOMP! FOOMP! Susan nipples and areolas were instantly drawn into the large plastic cups, swelling up until they filled them completely.

He then began to press buttons and twist dials on the machine’s control panel.

“I’ve set the milker to ‘complete evacuation’, Mrs Richards. I’m afraid that your breasts will be nothing but empty sacks of skin by the time this machine is through with them!”

“No!... Don’t touch that switch!” yelled Susan (again) but it was a futile outburst.

*CLICK* WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

The pump instantly sprang into life. The suction was incredible; Susan felt her breasts beginning to burn. “Ohhoo...noooo... T-turn it off!” groaned Sue, biting her bottom lip. The pressure continued to build and build “Nooooo Arghh… Aughhhhhh… AIEEEEEEEE!” screamed Susan as her nipples finally popped like champagne corks, spewing torrents of milk up the plastic hose. “YARRRGH!! NOOOOOO! AUGHHHH!!”

Susan couldn't believe how much it hurt to be forcibly milked like this! Worse, as the milking continued her breasts started to deflate and collapse under the strain and red and purple veins started to push up through the now sweaty and pasty looking flesh.

Her milk continued to be collected inside the machine where in was flushed around in various filters and purifiers before being squirted out at the sides into the glass bottles, now refined into 100% Premium Invisible Woman Baby Milk!

Susan meanwhile was making twice as much noise as she had when she’d given birth to baby Franklin. In fact, if you heard her now, you’d think she was giving breach birth to the Incredible Hulk.

“AIEEEEEEE... N-NOOOO... M-MORE… P-PLEEEASESSS… YIEEEEEEE!!! S-STOPPPPP T-HE –M-M-MACHINEEEEE… PLEASEEE-IEEEEE-EEE-EEEE”

But the insatiable high powered, high speed, milking machine continued its task of demolishing her beautiful breasts by placing demands upon them that they could not possibly meet. Her tits now just felt like two lumps of burning agony hanging from her chest as they overstrained to produce more and more milk. Her nipples felt like red hot pokers! She couldn’t dare imagine what havoc was being caused inside her breasts as alveolus were shrivelled and fat and glandular tissue was just sucked out! As the torture dragged agonisingly on her breasts continue to shrivel up under this unrelenting onslaught.

‘SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT!’

The two milk bottles were now nearly filled to the top. A pint and a half of milk had already been extracted from Susan's big fun bags. Quite an achievement really, but it was Sue who’d had to pay the price!

WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR *CLICK* The machine suddenly switched itself off!

Susan just hung there, panting and gasping hard in relief, could it be that her ordeal was over? She looked down her tits; they looked like they'd been put through a mangle… TWICE!! Then the two full bottles detached themselves, slid around to fold neatly down into a collection position beneath the machine and at the same time two fresh empty bottles rose up and replaced them in the sockets. The Milkmaid 4000 then clicked again and sprang back into life.

WhirrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

“Noooooo” Wailed Susan in despair as her milking began all over again.

“AIEEEEEE… uhh… AUGHHH *Gasp* M-M-MERCIEEEEE…P-P-PLEASEEE... AUGHHHHHHHHHH!!! *Gurgle* YIEEEEEEEEEEE!!”

Five agonising minutes later and Susan's torment was still continuing. Her aching tits had by now withered away to just empty bags of wrinkled skin that sagged down to her waist; their skin bleached white and streaked with prominent varicose veins. The second set of milk bottles were now each about half full.

Susan’s milk was still coming out in intermittent drips as the milker continued to wring every last drop possible drop from her depleted mammalries. The machine finally finished it’s cycle by retracting about two foot of hose, thereby stretching her perished breasts out by about the same length, and then released them so that they flopped back to dangle down around her hips.

Then it switched itself off. ‘evacuation complete’ flashed the message on its control panel. Susan couldn’t believe the vandalism that had been wrought on her once perfect breasts. They were now a pathetic sight! "Ohh *gasp* M-My breasts… my beautiful breasts! They’re ruined forever! Ruined!! NOOOOOOO!!! *SOB*”

The Infantiliser didn’t seem the least bit concerned by the distress he had caused his lovely captive as she continued to protest about the destruction of her breasts. Ignoring her he reached down to unclipped the two full milk bottles from underneath the pump. He then unscrews the two half empty ones that were still in place at the side of the machine.

“Hmmn I estimate just over two and a half pints! That’s not bad Mrs Richards... not bad at all. We didn’t get much more than this out of the Scarlet Witch.

He then he snapped a rubber teat stopper onto the end of each bottle and whilst the milk’s own donor watched him in shocked disgust he took a good slurp and then passed the other bottles around to his men. Her face went scarlet with rage.

They were all just stood there in front of her, swigging down her own breast milk! After its painful extraction had cost her figure!!!

Susan just couldn’t believe what she was seeing! This day she had been insulted and abused in ways that she could not even have imagined! She was incandescent with fury and outraged pride.

“I hope you choke on it you disgusting bastards!” Snarled Sue, but although her face was flushed with impotent fury her sweat soaked body was still too doped up and exhausted for her to do anything but hang there limply. If only she still had her powers! If only! She’d make them all sorry then! If only!

“Now Susan.” chided the Infantiliser “If you’re going to throw a temper tantrum like that then you will have to have your legs slapped!”

“Hmnnn… actually... thinking about it... that’s not at all a bad idea.” he said sitting himself down on a chair. “Okay boys, set her down across my lap.” Laughing his henchmen unchained the weakened heroine, dragged her over to him and draped her across his knee lengthways, so that her elongate breasts now dangled onto the floor. She started to struggle and he had to wrap an arm around her waist to stop her from trying to wriggling free. But the drugs he had shot her full of earlier had left this proud and feisty beauty with no strength at all with which to put up any kind of real resistance.

The Infantiliser then proceeded to administer a bare bottomed smacking to one of the most famous and well respected super heroines on the planet. He raise his chubby little hand and SPLAT! His palm landed dead centre on Susan right buttock. WHAP! It cracked down again, this time on her left. Sue howled, cursed, swore and thrashed about, her legs kicking about behind her as he continued to smack her hard on her broad backside. Each blow leaving behind a red hand print until eventually all her ass was covered with scarlet blotches.

The buxom heroine was being spanked like a naughty school girl!

His cohorts were enjoying every minute of the show immensely shouting encouragement and take photos as the Infaniliser continued to slap away on Susan's wobbling buttocks.

WHAP! CRACK! SPLAT WHOLLOP!

By the time he’d finished with Susan burning ass it was glowing fire engine red and she was sobbing with tears... not of pain, so much as of frustration and rage at this new and even more demeaning humiliation. Eventually he released her and she raised herself slowly and painfully off his lap, her legs still weak and rubbery.

She was then made to stand there, sniffling back tears of shame, her bottom lip quivering and frantically rubbing her sore rump. Little did she know that the photo set of her chastisement would later fetch a fortune on the internet! (Not to mention the video!)

So bewildered and stunned was Sue by the treatment she had been through so far that she allowed herself to be meekly led away towards an adult scale high chair and passively strapped into it. She was still feeling faint from the brutal tit milking she had just undergone, not to mention getting her arse whacked! She was then fitted with a large feeding bib with a picture of a care bear on it.

Before she even knew what was happening a plastic baby bottle full of her own milk was shoved into her mouth and squeezed hard, squirting Susan's own lactic fluid back down her throat. Susan gagged and tried to spit it back but she was undone by her own compulsive need to suckle. And I’m afraid to say (much against her will) rapidly glugged down the entire contents of the bottle.

“Now” Said the Infantiliser placing a big bowl of unappetising looking baby food in front of her “time for ‘Din dins’.”

He stirred the sticky gruel with a spoon. “This baby mix is my own special recipe… It contains chemicals that will completely disrupt your control over your own bowels, rendering your colon completely spastic. In other words you’ll be incurably incontinent for the rest of your life! Similar toxins in the baby milk you just drank (Tee-hee) will have exactly the same effect on your bladder. So, I’m afraid Mrs Richards that your potty training is about to take one giant step backwards!” Sue started at him agog with horror. “Now... open wide.” He said, moving the spoon towards her lips. Susan pursed her lips together, clamped her teeth tightly shut and swung her head away from him.

”Hmnn going to be difficult are we?” “Right! Force feed her boys!” His henchmen then crowed around the immobilised Invisible Woman and had a high old time of it pinching her nose close and holding her mouth open whilst they force her to swallow this gunk. She kept twisting her head around and trying to spit out as much as she could out, but it was a losing battle. Finally the bowl was empty and the feeding session was over. The Infantiliser was quite satisfied by how things had gone. 25% of the baby food had ended up on Sue’s bib and the surrounding high chair and table but a good 75% had gone down her gullet. Sue glared back up at him her mouth and face besmirched with light brown gunk.

“Well gorgeous, as soon as that stuff has worked its way through your system it’ll be bye-bye forever to sphincter control… All of which means, I suppose, that we’ll have to take steps to avoid any messy accidents that might occur in the future, won’t we?”

Sue was next dragged across the room towards a long low changing table on which she could see, already lain out, a big adult sized cotton diaper. By the side of the table she could see a changing station crowded with baby sanitary products like talcum powder, baby oil and wet-wipes. Despite her feeble struggles she was flung roughly upon the towel covered top upon her belly and her hands were then swiftly secured to leather cuffs at the far end. She was now immobilised upon the changing table kicking her long legs around as she struggled to get free. Then, despite loud verbal protests, she had to endure the humiliating experience of being fitted with a diaper by the Infantiliser whilst his henchmen watched on and laughed.

The Infantiliser quickly talced her bum with baby powder and then, with a few deft economic movements which spoke of long of long practice, wrapped the thick terylene nappy around her hind quarters, pulled off a few adhesive tags before securing the whole ensemble in place with a large safety pin. He untied her and swung her back onto her feet and there she stood, a ‘Baby Minder’ again holding tightly to each arm, her loose, low hanging breasts swinging backwards and forwards, completely shorn of all of her beautiful long hair and now wearing nothing but a big bulky diaper.

“Right time to take a few more pictures.”

“Oh no!” cried Susan almost in tears by now “*sob* not again!”

“Oh don’t worry Mrs Richards you’ll soon be past feeling any embarrassment at all about your appearance.” The implications of this statement hit home hard!

“Oh no... Please don’t turn me into a freak like Wanda! Please! Anything but that!”

“My dear Susan have you taken a good look at yourself recently? Fetch our pretty guest that mirror over there boys.”

A large upright tailor’s mirror was wheeled in front of Susan. To say that her own reflection came as a bit of a shock to her would be an understatement. Susan couldn’t believe what she was seeing! She was now completely bald, she looked like an undressed shop window manikin and although the rest of her beautiful body was unchanged her once firm breasts were now hideously deformed. They had been complete deflated and were now nothing but sucked out sacks of loose skin dangling down almost to her thighs. To add insult to injury she looked like some kind of weird sexual deviant, all togged up as she was in her best adult sized sanitary diapers. She had to face it; she had been robbed of every last scrap of her dignity.

“As you can see Mrs Richards, you already resemble ‘Baby Wanda’ physically... it only remains to condition your mind in accordance with your body.”

Susan seemed almost to be in a trance as he led her away from the mirror. Her mind unable to come to terms with what had been done to her.

“Now for the final part of the process.” he said, indicating another weird scientific contraption. This one looked like a large electric chair with a high tech version of a hair dryer attached to the top, and surrounded by banks of monitors.

Susan could feel that by now most of the effects of the muscle relaxants had worn off. She had lulled them into a false sense of security with her fained passivity. If she only had the time to get her breath back... If she could only delay her brainwashing for just a few minutes longer she was sure would be recovered enough to put up a decent fight, and maybe even escape! She had to keep playing for time! But how? How could she buy those few precious minutes that she need? She had it! Susan dropped to her knees in front of the Infanatiliser. (It broke her heart to see the way her flat, dangling breasts slid over on either side of her thighs and onto the floor.) She looked up at him beseechingly, her hands clasped together in supplication, Begging… pleading... “Oh please! Please! I’ll do anything you want! Please... I’ll go down on you right now!.. I’ll give you the best blow job of your entire life if you’ll just spare me!”

Few men could have resisted such an offer but the Infanatiliser was made of sterner stuff. “Get up Mrs Richards… stop acting like such a disgusting whore! Show some dignity woman! For I am above such things. I derive my sexual pleasure from the very act of pure creation or metamorphosis that I engage in here. Not from any of the gross physical pleasures a wanton like yourself could possibly supply! I have a higher calling! You might say that mine is a different approach to the art of making babies. Speaking of which... strap her in boys!” And thus, those vital few minutes Sue needed were to be denied her.

They quickly strapped her into the chair with leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles and at the press of a button the hair dryer like contraption lowered itself down over Susan's bald head until its rim was level with where her eyebrows used to be. Above her head a square display window in the centre of the cone shaped helmet could be seen blinking on and off.

“This little device is an adaptation of a standard brainwashing machine given to me free by Dr Doom, upon condition that I move you up to the top of my list. The mental probe scans you thought waves and then the read out display above you head gives an accurate assessment of you mental age. At the moment it’s flashing up the age ‘31’ which, I assume, is correct. When I switch the machine on you mind will be irreversibly regressed further and further back in time until your back into infancy again.”

“No! Oh God! Please! I’ll do anything you want please don’t do this to me… PLEASE!”

My dear woman you should look upon this as a gift! Think of it... a return to true innocence. Imagine, for the rest of your life, no worries, no cares, no responsibilities, a life of mindless polymorphic perversity as Freud would say.”

He pointed the remote at the machine “Ready for your second childhood Mrs Richards?”

“No... Please! Don't do this to me! Don’t destroy my mind! PLEASE NOOOOO!!!”

Pleaded Susan. But the smirking villain heedlessly flicked a remote ‘start’ button. The machine began to emit a loud hum and Susan's face took on a blank hypnotised expression. The mental age indicator display began to count slowly backwards 29 – 25 – 23 – 20…

“Right,” he said “let’s stop it there, just to make sure that it’s working properly. Her memory should have been wiped clear to long before the spaceflight that created the Fantastic Four and turned her into the Invisible Girl. She should now believe that she’s an 18 year old college co ed.” He clicked the remote ‘OFF’ switch and the humming died down. The glazed expression left Susan's eyes and she started to look around her. “Where am I? What’s going on here? Who the hell are you? Why am I tied in this chair and...a-and... What’s happened to my breasts?” She screamed a shocked expression on her face.

“Hmnn, well, that all seems to be working okay.”

”What are you talking about? Get me out of here! What have you done to me? *Sob!*” Wailed Susan hysterically as she began to struggle frantically in her chair

“Oh, do be quite Susan.” He said, flipping the switch to ‘ON’ again.

Susan immediately blanked out again. And the numerical display on the regressor continued its relentless countdown. 17 – 15- - 14… Then the Infantiliser stopped it again.

“Now then Susan, how do you feel now?”

“Huh? W-what’s going on?” Replied Susan in a high pitched squeaky voice, then “Where am I? This isn’t school... I feel different... Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! What’s happened to my breasts?” This was followed by a loud piercing scream of panic.

“Right that’s quite enough of that!” said the Infantiliser, one finger in his ear, switching the regressor to ‘ON’ again. Further and further back in time went Susan's mind 12 - 10 - 9 - 7 – 5

*Click* he stopped it again.

“She should now think that she’s a child of about five… hello dear.”

“Hello my name’s Suzie. What’s yours? Where’s my mummy? I want my mummy…” Lisped Susan Richards. The bizarre childish voice sounding very strange coming from the lips of the adult beauty.

“Hhmm, how cute, I’m almost tempted to leave her like that,” Said the Infantiliser “But no, we must do a thorough job” “I’ve done ‘’plop plops’ in my pants!” Suzie informed everyone. “Have you now my dear; remind me to change her again before we leave okay boys?”

“I want my mummy!” demanded Suzie again, loudly! and * Click* back on went the regressor. Mental age 4 - 3 - 2- “There... that should be far enough I think. How are you feeling now Susan?” He asked, all he got from Susan in reply was a big vacant smile, and then her soft mouth dropped open and she went “Gag ga ga…” as drool trickled down the side of her chin. The Infantiliser wiped it away with his handkerchief whilst staring into her blue vacant eyes.

“Well, that Mrs Richards done! There’s no way that she can be faking it. I’ll just put the mental blocks in place and encode them so that no one can reverse the process…” ’Blip’ “There, done! Right untie her and get her back onto the changing table, being as she’s gone and messed herself.”

This time the Infantiliser had far less trouble changing Susan. He just whipped off the old nappy, wiped her clean and fitted her with a fresh one, rolling her over to pin it into position and then tickled her tummy which made her gurgle with pleasure. He then had his ‘Baby Minders’ place her in a large playpen. As a parting gift he gave her the very last bottle of Invisible Woman baby milk to be going on with.

“There! That’s another successful conversion completed! And yet another ten million in the bank from our mysterious benefactor. Not that the money compares to the satisfaction of putting yet another of these stuck up super bitches in her place.”

“Right boys time to pack up and clear out, then I’ll notify ‘Baby Suzie's’ new ‘foster parents’ where to pick her up from. Now... who’s next on the list? Ah yes... one of those X bitches ‘Ororo Munroe AKA Storm’ Hmn… Y’know, she is going to look soo cute by the time we’re through with her! (tee hee) Com’n boy’s... Goodbye ‘Baby Suzie’.”

Behind them they left one of the world’s most famous super heroines permanently transformed into a 120 lb adult baby. Sat in a playpen, dressed in nothing but a fluffy towel diaper and sucking down her own breast milk!

The other three members of the Fantastic Four (or three men and a baby as it was now) arrived about half an hour later and ‘Baby Suzie’ (as she was now) was quickly whisked away to the Baxter Building. Thanks to the Infantiliser’s generous aftercare service, there was no problem in taking care of her. She was soon settled in one of Mr Fantastic many laboratories and a heart broken Reed Richards immediate took over the care of his infantilised wife. Suzie soon got used to the tall man with the white streaks in his hair feeding her, bathing her and changing her. He would also talk to her for many hours, But Suzie would only smile blankly back at him and reply in baby talk. Sometimes this seemed to make the man very sad. Suzie would often move her hand down to soothe the ache in her pussy by pleasuring herself and he would gently but persistently move her hand away. (And she would just as persistently move it back again) Often a young blonde man would come to visit her but he would also tend to become quite upset about something and never stayed for too long.

Some times the big rock man would take over looking after her for a while. He showed surprising gentleness for one so strong. And he could even be coax into playing games with her, like tossing a ball back and forth with her or bouncing her up and down on his rocky knee ect; and so, eventually, she took to following him around the Fantastic Four headquarters which made for a bizarre looking sight. The stocky powerful rock monster called the Thing being followed by a bald fully grown woman, who was, perhaps, beginning to run to fat (a combination of stodgy diet and lack of exercise meant that Susan was really starting to pile on the pounds) crawling along on her hands and knees beside him, her flabby tits dragging on the floor, wearing nothing but a huge diaper and sucking away all the time on a huge dummy. “Wotta revoltin’ development this is!” groaned the Thing “Goo-goo ga-ga!” said ‘Baby Suzie’.

Eventually it was decided to put ‘Baby Susan’ and ‘Baby Wanda’ together. As at least that way they would be company for one another. About a mouth later they were joined by another infantilised super heroine ‘Baby Ororo’ (formerly known as Miss Ororo Munroe AKA Storm) a coffee coloured but hairless beauty now also kitted out in brand new safety pants and pacifier, and with the sorriest sucked out pair of tits you ever saw in your life. And a month after that, another new arrival, this time ‘Baby Jean’ (formerly Miss Jean Grey AKA Phoenix) who was in exactly the same pitiable physical and mental condition as the first three. The nursery was rapidly becoming a crèche.

Because super heroes, just like ordinary men, soon get tired of changing diapers the seven foot Amazon Thundra was soon hired as a nanny. But the job turned out to be a lot to handle, even for her.

To see what I mean let’s peak in on the harassed ‘Nanny Thundra’ as she struggles to cope with the day to day demands of her busy job. Inside the large playroom piles of toys are scattered around the floor, a laundry cart in the corner is half full of soiled diapers and her four infantilised charges are up to their usual antics.

‘Baby Ororo’ is sat on the floor in one corner of the room. She has her long legs drawn up and wide apart and her right hand is buried down the front of her diapers as she frigs rapidly away. She has spat out her dummy as is gasping and groaning in ecstasy, her knees flexing rapidly in and out as she brings herself to orgasm for the sixth time this morning.

Next to her ‘Baby Jean’ is up to the same trick. She has managed top pull down and kick off her diaper (again) and her right hand is frantically massaging in and around her hairless pussy, her sweat covered body writhing around in self induced pleasure as she greedily sucks away on her left thumb.

In another corner a considerably more pear shaped ‘Baby Wanda’ (she has put on over two stone since her transformation) was cuddling up to a giant sized stuffed teddy and crying loudly for attention, uncomfortable because she needed changing again.

‘Baby Susan’ meanwhile was up on the changing table, lying full out on her stomach, her stretched out breasts dangling down on either side of the table, her now corpulent body complete exposed. ‘Nanny Thundra’ was busy massaging baby lotion onto Susan's now chubby backside and thighs; kneading great wads of flabby flesh in her muscular hands (Susan had sensitive skin and was prone to nappy rash.) she now also had a really big cellulite problem, about which she couldn’t care less. Susan rested her bald head on her folded forearms, totally relaxed, blissfully sucking away on her dummy, her cheeks rounding in a dimpled smile of utter contentment. As the Infantiliser had promised her, she was now lost forever in luxuriant world of timeless, endless, sensual pleasure.

So shed a tear if you wish for Susan Storm Richards, who is no longer capable of comprehending what she has lost. And who has lost everything.

Epilogue;

In case you were worried about what happened to Susan, Reed Richards did eventually manage to find a cure for her and the other ‘Babies’ and restored her mind to normal. The only trouble was, by then, she was sixty five years old!

THE END