Primera, Part 2

 By the time they got back to headquarters, Primera was wet again but not enough to need a change. Instead, after a very rough night, she chose to eat dinner and go right to bed while Brick Girl went home. She woke up soaked the next morning and took a shower, taping on one of the diapers Brick Girl had brought her and saving the PeekABUs for when she'd likely need them more. It took her several minutes because she had trouble getting it positioned right and getting the tapes right. Not wanting to waste any time, she went right to work, trying a different approach. This time, she used the supercomputer to search local hospital records for any previous possible victims of Patriarch's weapon or any prototypes. After a little while, she found a woman in town named Claudia Dash who'd suffered a sudden breakdown and mental regression. She still lived across town with her daughter. Primera suited up, missing the pants she'd gone out in the night before. She was out of spare costumes, so she only had the skirt to cover her diaper. It would have to do because she knew she was losing time.

It took a while to get across town, especially since traffic was heavy. She had a couple of near-wrecks, and both times, she felt a surge of pee in her crotch as she was startled into wetting herself. By the time she got to Laura Dash's house, she was starting to wish she'd worn a PeekABU after all. She walked to the front door and rang the bell, knowing how conspicuous she looked in her mask and costume. That usually didn't bother her, but she usually wasn't wearing a barely-concealed diaper either. The door opened to a young woman whom Primera guessed was in her early 20s. Naturally, she was shocked to find a superhero on her doorstep.

"Laura Dash?" Primera asked.

The reply was affirmative but confused. "Yes?"

"I'm Primera. You may have heard of me. I'd like to talk to you about your mother. May I come in?"

"Okay."

Dash stepped aside, leading her into the living room. It was a nice home, and as the hero looked around, she saw nothing out of the ordinary. That changed when she walked into the living room and met Claudia, who was sitting on the sofa in a T-shirt and diaper.

"Mom," Laura said. "This is Primera."

Claudia's face lit up, and she said, "Oh, I know her!" Then, looking at Primera, she gushed, "I know you! You're that superhero! You're awesome! I watch stuff on the news about you all the time!"

"Thanks," the hero replied. "Mrs. Dash, I came here hoping to talk to your daughter, but if you're willing and able to talk to me, I'd appreciate any help you can give me."

"You need my help?! Sure!"

"Mom . . . hasn't quite been herself the last few years. Why would you want to talk to her?" Laura asked.

Primera said, "It's what happened to her that I'm interested in. I read her medical file. It said that she spontaneously regressed, and nobody could determine a cause."

"The doctors couldn't find a cause, but we know what it was," Laura replied.

"That's right!" Claudia added. "It was Fletcher!"

"Fletcher?" Primera asked.

"David Fletcher," Laura said. "He was our neighbor when I was a teenager. He was a sexist prick that Mom never got along with. They used to have these arguments when they'd see each other outside. One day, he flashed a light in Mom's face. A couple days later is when the regression started. We couldn't prove it, but we knew that light did something to her. She wet her bed and her pants and acted more and more like a little girl. My dad and I had to take care of her. She's gotten a lot better over the years, but she's still incontinent, and there's a lot she can't do for herself. So, I stay home and take care of her."

"It's good of you to devote your time to her like this," Primera said.

Laura asked, "It's Fletcher, isn't it? He's the reason you're here."

"Yes, I think so, although now he calls himself the Patriarch, and if I don't stop him, there will be a lot more women to end up like your mom or worse."

"How far along are you?"

Primera blinked. "Excuse me?"

"I don't mean to embarrass you, but I heard the crinkling under your skirt. He zapped you, didn't he?"

The hero blushed as she answered, "Yes."

"Are you still able to change yourself?"

"I-- I think so."

"Do you need one now?" Laura asked

"I'm . . . not sure."

"Here, let me check." The younger woman lifted up the hero's skirt, exposing the yellowed diaper, and said, "Oh, wow, you're soaked! It looks like you're past the point of being able to do it yourself (or close to it), so come on in here, and I'll change it for you. Mom, you stay here, and I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Okay," Claudia replied.

Primera found herself unable to resist as Laura led her by the hand to Claudia's bedroom, which had a large changing table set up on one wall. Then, much to her embarrassment, she found herself easily cooperating as she was laid down, cleaned up, and taped into a new diaper.

"There," Laura said. "Now, go out there and bust his ass!"

Back at headquarters, Primera started searching for any trace of David Fletcher, still constantly drinking water. She turned up his name on a lease for a building downtown. It looked like an old property, but he might have returned to it after she and Brick Girl busted up his last base. She downloaded blueprints and started going over them, as well as those for the surrounding buildings. She was still at it when Brick Girl walked in, having come right over after school. Primera filled her in on what she had learned that day.

"Great. Let's go get him," Brick Girl said.

"Right. But first, um, I need some help," Primera replied.

"What kind of help?"

"It's been a while since I had a change, and I think I'm due. But I've kinda forgotten how to do it myself."

"Forgotten?"

"I can't quite get the tapes right."

"And you want me to change you?"

"Please, someone has to do it, and you're the only person around."

Brick Girl sighed. "This isn't what I pictured myself doing when I signed up to be a superhero's sidekick. But okay."

Primera laid down, and her sidekick untaped her very soggy diaper, changing her into one of the PeekABUs. The heroine dry again, they hopped in the car and took off. When they got there, they busted into the warehouse and caught a bunch of Patriarch's goons moving some crates. They all stopped what they were doing when they saw the heroes and started attacking. Some of them had guns and started firing. The bullets that hit Brick Girl bounced right off, and Primera was fast enough to dodge them. They took the gunmen out first, quickly knocking them out and throwing them into each other, their weapons clattering on the floor. The other henchmen weren't so tough, and the women made short work of them. But as Primera was fighting the last goon, she suddenly stopped and squatted slightly where she stood.

Brick Girl noticed and said in a shocked tone, "Primera! Please tell me you're not doing what I think you're doing!"

The heroine didn't answer, but the redness in her cheeks and the look of concentration on her face said it all. Brick Girl knocked out the last goon and turned to face her hero filling her diaper like a toddler.

At that moment, Patriarch called from a far corner of the room, "But of course she is, Brick Girl! She's messing herself, pooping her diaper! Don't blame her, she can't help it, and she can't stop it. She's only a baby, after all. And it's time you joined her!"

He pointed and fired one of his ray guns at Brick Girl, who jumped and rolled to safety. She crouched behind a crate and looked back at Primera, who was now lying on the floor.

"Do you see her, Brick Girl?" Patriarch called. "On the floor, giving in, submitting to her fate? She's found her place, the place where all women belong: at the feet of men! All that talk about equality and women's lib is just a bunch of shit, the kind of shit your big baby of a hero is now wearing on her ass! Why don't you give up and learn your place before your place is a nursery?!"

"If you were half the men you think you are, you could make me!" Brick Girl called out as she moved from behind the crate.

He pointed the gun at her and fired. In one swift motion, she flipped backwards to a shiny piece of metal sitting on the floor, grabbed it, and held it up in front of her. The beam hit the metal sheet and reflected back at Patriarch, who dropped his gun, stumbled backwards, and landed on his knees.

"No! Not me!" he cried as he fell. "You bitch! What have you done?!"

She walked up to the defeated villain and said, "I gave you a taste of your own medicine. How does it feel?" She looked down at Patriarch and saw a large wet spot freshly appeared on his crotch and spread to his thighs. "That didn't take long," she laughed. "Now, tell me how to reverse it, and I'll save you from your second babyhood."

Sighing deeply, he said, "There's a setting on the gun. Open the little compartment beside the trigger and flip the switch. Then, just point and shoot."

The teenaged hero picked up the gun and examined it for a moment, finding the compartment he mentioned and flipping the switch. She aimed it at him, and he didn't flinch, which meant he was probably telling the truth. She fired the weapon at him, and he didn't resist. In fact, he heaved a big sigh of relief. Before he could move, she grabbed him up and used a length of rope on the floor to secure him.

The villain taken care of, she turned her attention to her partner. When Brick Girl got back over there, she found Primera still lying on her side, now sucking her thumb. Wasting no time she fired the weapon at the humiliated woman, who didn't acknowledge the beam at all. She ran back to Patriarch and picked him up by his shirt, demanding, "Why isn't it working on her?!"

"It is! It just takes longer because the beam was active longer on her!"

"All right," Brick Girl sighed, putting the villain back down. "In the meantime, I guess I have some work to do."

She walked back to where Primera laid and said, "I guess I'll have to do this for a little longer."

She took a fresh diaper and some wipes out of her belt and untaped the messy one, beginning the long and unpleasant task of cleaning up and changing her partner.

A month later, Primera and Brick Girl were on the streets, defending the city. Patriarch was in prison, and everything was back to normal. Well, almost everything. Thanks to some lingering effects of the ray she'd been hit with, Primera's bladder control wasn't what it used to be. So now when she goes out to defend her city, she wears a thick diaper under her uniform to absorb all of her accidents. She still hoped to regain full continence one day, but until then, she had a job to do.

The End