Wonder Womans New Mission Pt 02

ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE

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Chapter 6

Narrative:

Jaime's current "training" regimen went on for the next few days without much change. Wonder Woman kept strict hours for toileting him, following the parenting books to the "T." The sedentary nature of lying down all day had started to concern her for her ward's health. With that in mind, she placed Jaime's potty farther and farther from the bed over time. She would then partially lift his body as she made him take steps on the floor, so he could walk again without supporting his full weight. He almost instinctively took steps, without truly being awake.

"Come, come, Mr. Sleepyhead." Diana said in a sweet tone. "We've got to get you nice and strong again."

He would then do his business, with Diana's firm but loving finger aiming his tiny stream in the right direction.

Jaime seemed to be in a less and less dreamlike state by the day. Using two- or three-word sentences, he would ask for things like water or warmth. Diana would speak to him during normal "day light" hours almost non-stop. Diana observed the eastern time clocks religiously, even if she was in space. She tried to engage his brain as much as possible in more typical ways. He would respond very rarely, mostly repeating a word Diana had said.

Everything changed when she entered his room on the start of the seventh day. As the amazon came through the door, she saw Jaime slightly propped up with his eyes fully open now. He even turned his head slowly to look at who was coming through the door.

"Good morning, sweetheart." Diana spoke, in the manner she had been the past week. "How are you?"

"Where am I?" Jaime said very slowly, surprising Wonder Woman. "Am I dead? Are you an angel?"

Diana was quite shocked by these developments. He was looking at her, speaking more completely, and actually asking questions. He had made a big leap! His questions did make her feel some bad for him, though.

Diana's POV:

He must be so scared if he thinks he's dead! I am his guardian angel in a sense, though I thought he would recognize me. My poor baby, let me put him at ease.

Narrative:

Diana swiftly approached the bed and hugged the young man. Her embrace lifted his small frame slightly and she gently kissed his forehead. Jaime had a look of bewilderment, but did not try to get away. Her ample bosom was pressed against the side of his face. Its warmth put him at ease slightly, although he was still confused.

"It's me Diana, Jaime. Wonder Woman." She whispered in his ear. "I took you to Star City a week ago for that invasion."

"I'm just not wearing my armor right now." Diana said as she released him and looked into his eyes. Jaime now looked at Diana's face and form. She was wearing a beige knit sweater and blue jeans. The sweater was loose, but her large perky breasts could not be hidden. The blue jeans fit tightly to her long muscular legs. Her hips were almost distracting him from his strange new setting. Despite dressing like his mother used to, Jaime now recognized his JLA commander. His eyes went wide as realization washed over him. He was silent for many moments. Diana recounted the basics, which he did remember. Then she jogged his memory with the end of the skirmish.

"You were blasted many feet away when you tried to capture Kalibak." She said solemnly. "Your scarab stopped working and you've been incapacitated since...I blame myself. That mission was just too much for you, sweetie."

Jaime's POV:

Great, so I'm stuck powerless again! This happened about a year ago, but the scarab woke up a lot faster. I had so wanted to impress Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl on that mission. I have had a crush on both of them for so long. Maybe if they had seen Blue Beetle be heroic, they would accept Jaime Reyes--wait!?

--Jaime furrowed his brow and his eyes darted to Wonder Woman.--

Did she call me Jaime before? I never told her my identity! And she seems totally different from the warrior I was taking orders from before! On top of knowing my name, she's been calling me "sweetie" and "sweetheart." I wanted so badly seem like a big strong man to her and Wonder Girl, but she just treats me like a little kid. What else could go wrong?

Narrative:

With that thought, Jaime crossed his arms and made a frowning pouty face. He thought he was experiencing the warmth of embarrassment, but it was something else. Something he sadly knew well. His skin went white and a look of horror came on his face as he peered down to his blanket. Small yellow dot was forming and growing slowly.

"Oopsie!" Diana said playfully. "We were talking too long. We're late for our 'appointment!' Let's put you on the potty."

Diana flung the covers open, giving Jaime another rude awakening. He looked down and not only saw himself peeing the bed, but he was totally bottomless, wearing only a yellow Captain Carrot t-shirt. His micropenis spraying lightly--soaking his sheet and dribbling on his small balls. His face went from pale to bright red.

Jaime instinctively covered his small privates with his hands, urine still dribbling between his fingers. Diana grabbed him under the arms and plopped him on the commode. She swatted his hands away.

"I've seen a lot of peepees in my time, cutie. You're just making a mess like that." She said in a firm but loving tone.

With that, she shot her hand down, her pinky guiding his short and skinny spout.

Jaime sat stunned, emptying his bladder into the "potty." He generally had no issue with the most beautiful woman in the world touching his penis, but he had hoped it would be for a different reason. He then looked down at the floor and saw the small trail of yellow liquid that lead from his current seat to the bed. It ended in a small yellow stain the center of the bed.

Next, his eyes took in his surroundings. He was sitting in a room with powder blue walls, and pink things everywhere. There were cartoon characters on the walls. Exam tables and supplies around the room. He looked down again and saw his childish shirt and hairless, miniscule genitals. He was a 19-year-old man, but there was no way anyone could see him that way right now. He had hoped his wetting and anatomy would remain a secret, especially from a woman he had admired for so long.

"Let's get you back in bed, my little elephant." Diana said.

Jaime was unsure where "elephant" came from, but he was sure it was emasculating somehow. With a sort of rote speed, Diana dabbed the little tip of his penis with a tissue and pushed a button on the side of the bed. Like a typewriter with paper, the bed cycled its sheets horizontally--the yellow stain disappeared into the side of the bed. Everything looked clean. In a blur, he was scooped up and placed back in bed. The amazon threw a rag down to soak up the pee on the floor.

Jaime's POV:

Before I was knocked out, Diana was my commander. She lead me to battle and barked orders at me. I was in awe of her. Now she's putting me on the potty and dabbing my little dick. I should be insulted, but I don't know...I can't take my eyes off of her. She's so beautiful. I'm still in awe of her.

Narrative:

With that episode over, Diana again sat bedside and told Jaime of what must be done.

"My little man is too reliant on that scarab." Diana said looking straight into Jaime's eyes. "I felt responsible for your injury, and the only way to repay you is to make you better than before. We are going to get your strength back, as the scarab spoiled you too much. Even if the scarab doesn't come back, we are going to get you fighting fit!" Diana had a spark in her eyes and a big grin on her face as she said that last part.

Normally, Jaime would have insisted he recover at home in private, but he could not say "no" to the charming amazon. He was unused to this kind of attention from a female, let alone a ravishing demigod. Jaime knew her feelings for him were motherly, but her focus on him was intoxicating. He would do whatever she said.

Diana began again: "I have also vowed to get your little tinkler under control."

Jaime immediately blushed again when she said "tinkler," but he felt she was earnest.

"I have been tending to your peepee's needs for the past week you have been out of commission. I want you to be honest with me--have you had a wetting problem your whole life?"

Jaime took a moment to collect his thoughts. No one had asked him that before. A wash of shame came over him. Memories of soggy sheets, wet pants, and teasing came to him.

"Y-yes." Jaime began. "I've been dealing with this all along."

"Were you better at controlling yourself before the injury?" Diana asked immediately.

"N-no, the scarab provided any absorption I need. Before it became a part of me, I wore a pad." Jaime said in a pained way.

"Oh my poor baby!" Diana said too loud for Jaime's liking. "Your mommy didn't train you well. Mommy Didi is going to get that little doodle in shape, just like your body." Diana said booping the pink head of Jaime's tiny penis. It was only then he realized he had been sitting without the blanket pulled back over him. He corrected that quickly afterward. If there was any doubt to Jaime about their relationship dynamic, it was all clear now. She most definitely did not see him as a grown man, and any attraction was of the protective variety.

"Is there anyway I can get some pants? I feel strange having my cock hanging out." Jaime said trying to save face.

Diana looked straight into Jaime's eyes again, her pupils seemed to narrow. She had a slight smile with her perfect white teeth visible. It was an intense gaze. Her voice was a little firmer than it was before:

"Your 'peepee' needs to 'poke' out for now. Your skin is still healing from the 'diaper' rash you had. Understood?" Diana said stressing certain words in contrast to the terms Jaime tried to use.

"Y-yes." Jaime responded averting his gaze in embarrassment.

"Good. Let's get started." Diana said

Starting almost immediately and going on for the next two days, Diana directed all her attention to Jaime and his physical therapy. She was sweet and nurturing, but unrelenting. More than once when Jaime asked to skip a session, Diana threatened to spank him. He was not brave enough to test if she was serious.

The frequent activity and exertion did improve Jaime's strength. He was walking a few steps with little support, a quantum leap to a week before! It was obvious he was making progress, but he wanted more.

"I think I'm ready to use a real toilet--like in a bathroom." Jaime said optimistically.

"It's a bit of a walk down the hall, It's too far for you right now." Diana responded in a kind but dismissive way.

Jaime had wanted so badly to stop being a baby in Diana's eyes, and he thought this was the way to start. If he showed her he could go to the bathroom in a normal way, maybe she would start to respect him. It was silly to think, but he was hopelessly infatuated with her.

With that conversation settled, Diana left Jaime to do upper body exercises in bed. She still had her duties on the satellite, and she used these times to attend to them. She went to the monitor room and reviewed updates and messages. Wonder Woman's eyes went wide, and she bounced in her seat when she saw a notification. It was Steve Trevor! Her arms shot out to the keyboard pushing her breasts together. She clicked the note.

'Diana, can you make time for me tonight on the satellite? There're some files I want to review with you. Maybe around 8?'

She sat back in her chair, her eyes closed, and she smiled. She took a relaxed posture with her legs spread, her heels the only part touching the ground. Her left hand twirled her dark, smooth hair. Her right hand rested on her inner thigh, just grazing the crotch of her jeans.

Diana's POV:

Finally! I can't wait for tonight! Steve never wants to just review files. I've been caring for my little one for over a week straight with no "adult" interaction. "Mommy" needs some "Daddy" time. No little dinkys tonight--just one big, meaty cock.

--Diana giggled to herself--

Steve is allowed to use the word "cock," unlike someone else I know.

Narrative:

Wonder Woman responded "yes" to the message immediately. She then realized there was much to do before she could have her alone time with Steve. She soon became a frenzy of activity as she darted to her room to prepare for the evening. Steve always brought a bottle of wine and exotic food from his journeys, so dinner would be taken care of. Diana began going through her wardrobe looking for the perfect outfit. The sweater and jeans she was wearing now were too mundane for a rendezvous such as this. She wanted to wear a dress, although Steve could never resist her anyway.

After deciding on her outfit, she considered cleaning her room for their inevitable physical activities to come. She reconsidered when she remembered her current mission. Her quarters were a sizable walk from sick bay, and she didn't want to be too far in case her ward had an emergency. She took to the halls of sick bay to come up with a solution, which quickly presented itself: Across the hall from room 6 was a living quarters intended for a resident physician if there was ever a need for one to monitor the department. It was extremely rare a specialist was transported aboard, but it had happened once or twice.

Diana entered the room and turned on the lights. It was certainly no frills but would be a comfortable temporary apartment for anyone. There was a small kitchen, a dining table for four people, a couch, and most importantly a king-size bed. This would be perfect.

The rest of the day went on as they had been recently. Diana saw to her work with Jaime punctually, providing encouragement along the way. It was a bit different when 7:30pm rolled around and she entered room 6.

Jaime looked up slowly, but was speechless as he took in the scene before him: Diana looked even more beautiful than she did before. Her silky hair looked lustrous and full as it draped over her shoulders and back. Her lips were painted with bright red lipstick, and her eyes were traced with a smoky dark liner. His eyes moved down to the tight, green tube dress she wore. Despite being made of stretchy material, it strained to contain her ample bosom and wide hips. Jaime's gaze continued to the mid-thigh cutoff of the dress and down her long toned legs. Her flawless form ended in black open-toed stiletto heels, making the already tall amazon close to 6'6" in height.

"Mommy Didi has an important meeting." Diana started in a sweet but hurried manner.

"Let's get your tinkles out now before it starts." Diana scooped Jaime up and plopped him on the potty as she did so many times before. He sat with his legs dangling, staring down.

Jaime was not able to pee--for the first time in over a week, he had an erection! Diana's appearance had been too much for him and a stiffness overcame his tiny penis. It added almost no length and his penis always poked out, so one would probably not notice normally. Luckily, Jaime had started to aim his own little genitals when he peed, or Diana would have noticed the rigidness at least.

It took many minutes for the weak sound of his pee to echo out of the bowl--just a few drops as he was still quite aroused.

"Has your tiny trunk run dry, my little elephant?" Diana asked. "Can you make a few more drops? I won't be able to potty you for a while this evening."

"I can't." Jaime said looking up at the beautiful woman. He couldn't tell his surrogate "mommy" he was aroused; she might become disgusted and leave. Diana's patronizing treatment was not his preference, but he would take any attention from the paragon of beauty.

"Okey dokey. No tinkles in the bed, though, okay?" Diana said sweetly with a side eye glance.

Just then there was an alert of the overhead speaker:

'AFFILIATED PERSONNEL REQUESTING PERMISSION TO COME ABOARD.'

Diana's POV:

That must be Steve. He's early! I wanted to make a trip to the bathroom myself before he got here. I don't want to make my grand entrance in this sexy get-up coming out of the bathroom. I don't want to keep him waiting--oh darn! I wanted this to be perfect. Is there another way?

--Diana looked around the room--

Well...We've got a potty here. He's a good boy, he won't mind.

Narrative:

Diana quickly lifted Jaime again from his seat and put him on the bed.

"Sweetie, let Didi use this really quick." Diana said not waiting for a response. Without any hesitation she pulled the bottom of her stretchy tube dress up to her waist--revealing her thick patch of pubic hair and lack of panties. She sat gently on the commode, her legs and bottom flattening slightly on the seat. The amazon looked far more commanding than Jaime as she was much larger--her feet did not dangle. She kept her legs in an open position and closed her eyes, as slight smile appeared as she released. Her stream created a low, dull, and powerful sound also in great contrast to the previous user.

Jaime was in a state of shock and had not made any response since he was put back in bed. When her tidy triangle of hair and tight smooth lips came into view he instinctively looked away to be polite. As she sat with her eyes closed peeing, he couldn't help but steal glances. She looked justifiably proud with strong toned legs and a pussy that seemed shaped like a sculptor. His erection redoubled its efforts with the tableau before him, drawing attention to how different they were between the legs. Jaime felt a pang of shame thinking of his bald, underdeveloped genitals compared to her bountiful gifts. It was probably why she felt comfortable peeing in front of him, she didn't think of him as a man.

The sound of Diana's stream came to a halt quickly and she stood up. Rather than wipe herself, she did a mesmerizing wiggle of her hips and pulled her dress back down. She then exclaimed:

"Access granted to affiliated personnel!"

'CONFIRMED' the system responded.

"Be a good boy!" Diana said quickly as she left the room.

Jaime wished deeply he could prove himself a man to her, but the sight he had just witnessed lessened the pain greatly.

Chapter 7

Being a demigod, Diana is very agile. She managed to get to the teleporter tube as it was energizing. She quickly struck a nonchalant pose. The princess stood seductively with her body leaning on the wall, her arms crossed pushing up her already perky breasts.

Steve Trevor stepped out of the transporter tube holding a brown bag and a bottle of red wine. He immediately walked over to his muse, and they embraced. Diana was taller than him with or without heels, but Steve never looked small. He was strapping and above average height himself. His broad shoulders made her feel protected. They kissed passionately and Diana led him to the room she had prepared.

"We can conduct our important review here, Mr. Trevor." Diana said in a sarcastic but seductive way as they entered.

"This will do just fine, Diana." Steve responded in a similarly facetious way.

They prepared the table and put out the food all while grabbing or grazing one another when ever they could--Diana especially liked to move her hand past the front of Steve's pants. It was very obvious they could barely control themselves. They had already sampled the red wine before eating dinner. Despite her size and constitution, wine did have an effect on the amazon.

The two sat and ate the Japanese food Steve had brought from Tokyo, staring across longingly at each other. Diana ate a light meal in anticipation of the impending activities. After a few more moments, Steve broke the silence:

"I actually did come here with one piece of business we have to talk about." He said.