Comm: The 'Super' Model

The 'Super' Model: (A commission for Dirtybooks!) (Content Tags: Age regression, humiliation, messy diapers, diaper modeling) "Bella, go ahead and hold all my calls. I have a meeting with the 'talent' this afternoon." "Yes, Miss Vigor." The mousy woman behind the computer nodded, typing away at the keyboard. Vivian Vigor, owner of half the common brands in every household, and seasoned supervillain on the side. The illustrious woman had spent the last few decades building up her empire, and in that time, she'd learned just how annoying the letter of the law was. The only thing more obnoxious than the law were those that tried to uphold it; the worst of that bunch were the silly superheroes that pranced around in tights like they were playing at recess. Vivian attracted their attention a little more than the usual loophole abusing capitalist; usually because her schemes extended further than just setting up tax havens or sourcing unethical labor. As much as Vivian loved wealth, she also loved power, and she had few moral roadblocks to stop her accumulation of both. She could usually keep herself out of true criminal litigation, since it helped to have an army of lawyers at her beckon, but that didn't make the part where she got 'foiled' any less of an irritant. One of the most persistent pests was a young man who called himself Lodestar. While many of Vivian's enemies had long given up on her seeing justice, this fresh-faced fighter had arrived on the scene with Vivian Vigor being the primary target in his crosshairs. The hero was powerful, but also naive and inexperienced, and if Vivian was to guess who he was under the mask, she'd assume he was right out of college. After Lodestar had been directly responsible for bungling a handful of her newest operations, Vivian had known that he wouldn't be as easily dealt with as the others that had come before him. He was hopelessly idealistic, and while he had no eye for investigation, he had a litany of powers at his disposal that were enough to make a whole league by himself. She still tried the usual routes first: she tried finding dirt on him for blackmail, but the boy wonder was squeaky clean. She tried bribery, but he couldn't be bought. She hired multiple mercenaries, all of whom were experienced in fighting superheroes, but none of them could take him down. It had grown so tiresome. Which is why Vivian had decided that she'd need to handle things herself, and by using her superior wit to best the vigilante. Her wealth and power weren't generational, nor did they come about from dumb luck or opportunity. Vivian Vigor was herself a brilliant biochemist, which is how she'd made her first billion in the first place. Sure, she didn't rely on those abilities for her success at this point in time, but she'd never let them dull in the years that she'd been building herself up. There was something that she'd actually been developing all this time, on the side, and she decided it was time to expedite human trials on it. A veritable fountain of youth. Inside that vial had been miraculous molecules that'd been long nurtured in the laboratory, secretly tending to by the best scientific team that she could afford, with her own research notes at the core of it all. Besides the obvious narcissistic reasons for her to find interest in anti-aging medicine, she'd also seen what way the winds were blowing in the field of longevity. While big biotech and pharmaceutical companies were rushing to merely rejuvenate or slow the sands of time, she planned to make them utterly irrelevant by lapping them with the holy grail itself. Sauntering into the on-site nursery that she'd had built, the fruit of her effort was coming into view. A crib in the center of the room, with a mobile gently spinning above it. There was a faint smell of talcum in the room, as well as something far less pleasant that mired itself in the infantile scent. Ever since her new guest had checked into the room, it'd been in a constant state of holding that fragrance. "And how are we doing today, darling? I heard you were fussy with your 'nanny' earlier, are you still upset that I booked another film shoot for you tomorrow?" The casual tone of it, the carefree tenor that implied just how long this arrangement had been a reality thus far. It was a far cry from the first thing that she'd said to him after his regression at her hands. "Hello sweetie, are you ready to become a star? Mommy has big, big plans for you!" Her research had proven more than theoretical; it'd become completely actualized, and without too many hiccups either. The only surprise had been just how effective the serum had proven, and how rapidly it had shrunken her most bothersome troublemaker. Lodestar had made it all too easy as well. He was so earnest and unassuming, that he'd never considered that he might be tripping right into a treacherous trap. He was also too confident, and simply too green for his own good. Any veteran of the super circuit would have seen Vivian's deception a mile away, but not the likes of Lodestar the beloved 'All-American' lunkhead. So like a fly to a web, he'd gotten himself ensnared in Vivian's vicious plot and he'd fallen to her cunning. All she'd had to do was convert the elixir into a gas, and once Lodestar was entrapped in a tight space, she'd let it go. It had been a joy to watch. So many feelings had coalesced around eachother to give her a warm fuzzy feeling inside; to see her research made fruitful, to take care of her pest problem, and the simple joy of breaking a hero down. What a marvelous day that had been for the woman, just like when she'd done her first hostile takeover. He had shrunk before her very eyes; first back to being a teen, then a preteen, then a little child, and finally he'd stopped once he'd been reduced to a preschool level toddler. While his body had been massively reduced, his mind had stayed relatively intact and unaffected by the regression, at least on a cognitive level. There were some factors that couldn't be avoided; he might still have his memories and his intelligence, but his mind was still warped to some degree by the hormonal shifts the regression had changed in his body, as well as the physical structure that had altered. He was less patient, less emotionally stable, louder, uncoordinated, and now even functionally more incontinent than a tot his age typically would be. As it had turned out, he was more disadvantaged than an average three year old, because his mind was meant for a fully grown body; the signals that he'd get from his bladder or bowels were completely muted by what his adult mind was accustomed to. As a twentysomething, Lodestar could wait hours before needing the restroom; those signals across his nervous system wouldn't be recieved until it was truly urgent. In a toddler's body now, his mind completely ignored the incompatible signals, making for a tot who frequently used the diapers that his supervillain had put him in. Which was a whole different matter altogether. After Vivian had successfully shrunken her biggest threat, she'd been left with the problem of what she should do with him. Allowing him to leave wasn't an option, because in a world of heroes and villains, it was inevitable that he'd somehow find a contrived way to reverse this. She also didn't have the heart to drop him into a vat of acid or feed him to mutant pumas, especially now that those big blue eyes came with a quivering lip and chubby cheeks. So she couldn't free him or dispose of him, and she was hardly cut out for the compassion of motherhood, which left her options slim. But then she'd remembered that one of her recently acquired subsidiaries was an up-and-coming diaper company, and the evil plan took a turn for the profitable. The former hero, whether he liked it or not, would be the face of the new brand that her company was launching. Overnight she had inserted herself into the daily workings of the company that she'd bankrolled and took over many of the business decisions that were in play. She would decide the marketing, and Lodestar would be front and center for it. Of course, nobody would know that the tyke in the ads and on the packaging was the same valiant hero that'd cleaned up their streets in the past. She'd lean into ripping off Lodestar's likeness for the marketing campaign, but it'd be viewed as either a brand deal or as taking advantage of the hero's image in an unofficial capacity. Vivian wanted his name, his logo, his full persona to be synonymous with dirty diapers and the tots that loaded them. She wanted him to have to not only watch, but play as a complicit actor in the destruction of the image that he'd cultivated. The woman had planned out every last iota of this grand revenge plot, and she'd made it practical in the process. She'd even hired on a shapeshifter to make appearances as Lodestar, so that nobody realized that he'd been captured. The doppelganger wasn't as effective for obvious reasons, but she didn't need him to be, and it was icing on the cake to see the public slowly turning on the now 'flakey' and ineffective hero. The real Lodestar, who still adamantly refused to disclose his true identity, hadn't given up hope yet. Vivian respected his blind optimism, and simultaneously was drawn like a moth to the flame, to destroy it. Earlier on, she'd even concocted a scenario where she'd let him think he had a chance of escape. That's where she'd discovered that his powers were not completely gone, but that in their current form, they might as well be. His power of flight had been reduced to hovering a few inches off the ground, his super strength turned into him being a super pooper, and his sonic screech was more of an obnoxious wailing. It was amusing to her, and she told him as much. She'd allowed him to stray as far as the lobby of her building, and then she'd cut him off and scooped him up. His cries for help were ignored by the everyday people that worked for her; he was seen as nothing but a fussy toddler with an overactive imagination. Still, she couldn't have him blabbing too much in front of anyone; Vivian may have been a supervillain, but she was just as much a respectable tycoon, and many of the people she'd need to bring him around didn't need to hear about her evil deeds. So Vivian took to pacifying him, quite literally, and she'd soak the pacifier's bulb in a solution that'd temporarily render Lodestar's mouth inoperable for speech. He could still talk, in a sense, but it would come out slurred and lisped into pure babble. It would take superhuman concentration to translate his infantile screeds. She'd had to contain her laughter the first time she'd put it to use; the pint-sized hero was so sure he'd be able to tattle about what the big bad business lady had done to him, and when he'd tried, it'd been unintelligible to anyone else in the room. That'd been for his first photoshoot. Seeing him forced to parade around in the puffy white diapers, which bore the symbol of his former life, had felt truly like a victory. Then he'd stopped in his tracks and bent at the knees, his face growing red and his cheeks puffing out. Vivian hadn't been sure at first what he was doing, but the disgusting sound that followed had informed her exactly what her little captive was up to. Vivian directed the cameraman to zoom in on the strained face of the toddler, and then made him switch angles to capture the diaper being used as intended. It was crass, but in a post-ironic society, the visceral reality of the diaper's functionality being displayed was something that wound up being marketing gold. After the unprecedented success of that first ad, she'd pivoted her marketing strategy completely and focused the ad campaign on her little star loading his pants. Plenty of diapers advertised for absorbency, as many water balloons and cups full of blue liquid would show, but how many advertised for capacity of what went on in the back? Lodestar has become a load star. Successful or not, the whole thing had brought up one loose end that Vivian hadn't thought much about until her captive had snidely pointed it out to her: what would happen once he began to get older, even if it had to be the natural way? That did make for a prickly predicament. She could simply let him age and gradually introduce further additions in the product line, since diapers were needed for a broad age range, he couldn't really 'age out' of his role. However, he'd become more difficult to control as he got older, especially if his powers returned to him as they were in their original state. She could also keep him on a steady regimen of the youth serum, to keep him at this age indefinitely, but then that'd draw attention to the fact that her model wasn't getting any older as the years went by. The only solution she could figure for that would be to make the public think that he was a CGI creation, or to falsify a new identity for him that implied a medical condition of sorts. The sustainability was really the only flaw in her plan here. It didn't keep her up at night or anything, but it was something that stuck out in the back of her mind; it was something she was always considering a fix for. In trying to psych her out of her scheme, Lodestar had only really inspired her to start thinking outside the box on making this a permanent arrangement for him. That brought her back to the present, where her little 'diva' was sulking in his crib. The pudgy tyke, with short fair hair, and big green eyes, had a permanent scowl on his adorable mug. He must have thought that it made him seem tough, or that it indicated that he refused to play along, but it'd just been another thing used to her advantage. That pouty lip, that furrowed brow, like he'd just sucked on a lemon, it only further added to the image he'd struck in his branding. While other diapered actors were happy and smiling, Lodestar was the rogue renegade that was '100% done with this' and the consumers loved it. He'd inadvertently made himself a meme, and he'd made Vivian even richer than she already was. "Well? I was told you threw your ba-ba at her when she came to check your diapee. Why do you insist about being so difficult about everything? At least save it for the cameras." The tot folded his arms and glowered up at her, staring so hard that it was like he expected her to puff into a pile of ash from his will alone. "You can't keep me hewe fowevah! Its aweady been thwee months!" She smiled at his angry lisping, "Five months, sweetie. Don't worry, I know counting must be hard for you. After all, you wouldn't even be in this pickle, if you'd just stopped and used your head." The woman leaned down and gently gave him a prod to the forehead, "Surely you must have thought it odd that none of the other heroes wanted to cross me, right? Or did you really think that you were the only one to notice the things I got up to?" He was quiet, but Vivian could tell he was burning rage underneath the surface. The life of a toddler wasn't all that fun for someone who still had the mind of an adult, especially when that life included being a child celebrity. "Nothing to say to that? Well, the past is in the past, and we need to look toward the future. For you, that means we have another photoshoot tomorrow, and some recording too. I don't know exactly what it'll be like yet, but I'm sure the creative-types I hired will do a good job with you.." "...No." She raised an eyebrow at the decisive statement from the tot. "What was that?" The former superhero clenched his tiny fists and bore his teeth at her, before letting out a scream of "NOOOO!" It wasn't often that she'd had the pleasure of witnessing one of these little temper tantrums, since Lodestar tried so valiantly to keep a cool head, but when that fuse got to the end, he would *explode*. In more ways that one. Before his shriek had enough time to finish echoing in the nursery, the sound of a gassy eruption was already joining the sonic symphony. He got so mad that he'd literally soil himself, usually in a very explosive way at that! Vivian leaned over the bars of the crib and just watched. Lodestar was launching into a tearful tirade about how unfair this was and how he'd thwart her, all the while stomping about, briefly stopping and jutting out his padded rear to send volley after volley of magmatic mush into his pants, and then picking back up exactly where he'd left off. It was such a comical sight, that an impromptu tantrum had actually been the main scene of the third commercial she'd done. That was easily one of the most popular ones too, if the views online were anything to point to. Finally, Lodestar would run out of steam, and his tantrum would tone down in intensity; the last burbling toots would pepper his soiled seat, but they weren't bouts of righteous thunder by this point, instead being pitifully halfhearted trumpet notes. Then, he'd inevitably lose balance and fall onto his own freshly made pile. Right on schedule, just like the last tantrum. "I'm sorry you feel that way, but business is business...Especially *your* business. Now mommy has to get ready for a meeting with the mayor about zoning for a new factory, I'll let my assistant know that you need a fresh diaper and a bedtime story, okay?" Lodestar was too pooped to reply, quite literally, so he had to silently sit there with his mushy diaper squishing all around beneath him. Vivian blew him a kiss goodbye and sauntered back out of the room, leaving him to his own stench. "Dealing with the talent is always the hardest part." She clicked her tongue, heading off to the elevator. "Or at least the most annoying."