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Sissy, the former Superman had escaped. He wasn't sure how, but he had been able to slip out of his crib. Usually when Luthor was away he had at least one guard keeping watch on the shrunken former hero, but after several months having passed since Luther had tricked him into signing his name away, he must have gotten lazy on sending up guards.

He had woken up in his crib as he done dozens of times before. His nappy wet, he had long lost any control of his bladder. He had gotten into a routine of waking and then either Luther or one of his goons coming in, telling him to hump his teddy and then changing him into a new diaper. He waited. No one came, he felt himself get stiff in his diaper, and instinctively reached for the teddy bear. He felt more humiliated than usual since he was about to hump it on his own without being told to, but he couldn't stop himself, he had fallen victim of his reconditioning.

He made a high pitch moan as he made stickies in his diaper, and he waited some more, but again, no one came for him. He wasn't allowed out of his nursey without Luthor or one of his lackies. And he knew he would be spanked if he tried to climb out of his crib, so he continued to wait. An hour pasted, than another.

He was confused, there was always a routine. He was hungry and he wanted his bottle. Again a rush of humiliation filled him, "his bottle". How far the mighty hero had fallen. He thought of the bottle as his, the crib as his, his diapers are his. The one thing he didn't think of as his was his name. Superman. No he had signed that away to Luthor. Luthor had made a big ceremony of hanging the official paperwork with his new legal name over the crib. The former Man of Steel looked up and saw it, as he always saw it in the morning, reminding him who he was now. Sissy. His name was Sissy, but not just that, Luthor had given him a legal last name too. "Sissy Tinkleboy". He wasn't Superman, he wasn't Kal-el. He wasn't even Clark Kent anymore, no he was Sissy Tinkleboy. Fight it as much as he wanted, but he knew it was his, just like the diapers and the bottle.

He thought of the bottle again, and being hungry. Maybe the bottle was outside the nursey, surely he wouldn't be punished if he just opened the door and looked. He thought hard about it, and wimpered a little at the thought of a spanking, and waited some more. Finally though after another hour, he used all his strength, with he hated to admit was next to nothing, to pull himself out of the crib and over it's bars. He landed on the floor and waddled to the door. He slowly opened it and peeked out. The hall way was empty.

"If there is anything left of you that is Superman, you need to take this opportunity to try to escape!" he thought to himself. He gathered what was left of his courage and ran to the elevator. In it, he saw there was a key pad for a code. For a moment he was afraid he couldn't escape this way, but then remembered, that the code was to get up to Luther's executive suite, which he was in, not to go down. So he pushed the button for the basement. He hoped he could find a way out from there, it was too dangerous to go to the ground floor.

He turned out to be right, next to the elevator entrance was a small window next to the ceiling that opened up to the alley behind the LexCor building. It took the tiny man forever to push enough boxes up so he could climb out. But he did. He was free!

He scampered out of the alley and into the streets of Metropolis and instantly wished he thought harder on what to do next.

"Hey it's Sissy!" a kid came running up to him and took a swing at him.

The once great hero, felt himself wet himself in fear as the fist came near but missed him, he screamed in fear, and felt tears form in his eyes, "Please no! Leave me alone! Don't hurt me please!"

"Ah geez wimp, I was just playing," the younger kid looked at Sissy. He knew who it use to be, everyone did. Some thought it was a trick or a joke, but here he was, in a diaper and crying. "Hey Pop, look who I found, it's Sissy Tinkleboy!"

"Goodness it is!" An older man said looking their way, "Get away from him son, to think we all thought that little pervert was some type of hero. Sissy, shoo, go away, leave my normal son alone!"

Sissy, wiped the tears from his eyes and muttered, "No, it was a twick from Luther, he made me...say...."

But he stopped, he needed to run away get as far away from Luthor and his office tower. So that's what he did, running down the street, passing people who laughed and pointed. He didn't know where he was going, just that he needed to get away. Maybe find someone who would change his diaper and feed him a bottle.

----

"Mr. Luthor, we did as you asked," Lex held the phone to his ear.

"Took him long enough to try to escape," he replied, "his stupid little brain never considered I allowed him to get out. Oh it'll be so fun seeing what happens to him next."

Luther hung up the phone, yes fun indeed.

Description
Altered cover.

Sissy, the former Superman had escaped. He wasn't sure how, but he had been able to slip out of his crib. Usually when Luthor was away he had at least one guard keeping watch on the shrunken former hero, but after several months having passed since Luther had tricked him into signing his name away, he must have gotten lazy on sending up guards.

He had woken up in his crib as he done dozens of times before. His nappy wet, he had long lost any control of his bladder. He had gotten into a routine of waking and then either Luther or one of his goons coming in, telling him to hump his teddy and then changing him into a new diaper. He waited. No one came, he felt himself get stiff in his diaper, and instinctively reached for the teddy bear. He felt more humiliated than usual since he was about to hump it on his own without being told to, but he couldn't stop himself, he had fallen victim of his reconditioning.

He made a high pitch moan as he made stickies in his diaper, and he waited some more, but again, no one came for him. He wasn't allowed out of his nursey without Luthor or one of his lackies. And he knew he would be spanked if he tried to climb out of his crib, so he continued to wait. An hour pasted, than another.

He was confused, there was always a routine. He was hungry and he wanted his bottle. Again a rush of humiliation filled him, "his bottle". How far the mighty hero had fallen. He thought of the bottle as his, the crib as his, his diapers are his. The one thing he didn't think of as his was his name. Superman. No he had signed that away to Luthor. Luthor had made a big ceremony of hanging the official paperwork with his new legal name over the crib. The former Man of Steel looked up and saw it, as he always saw it in the morning, reminding him who he was now. Sissy. His name was Sissy, but not just that, Luthor had given him a legal last name too. "Sissy Tinkleboy". He wasn't Superman, he wasn't Kal-el. He wasn't even Clark Kent anymore, no he was Sissy Tinkleboy. Fight it as much as he wanted, but he knew it was his, just like the diapers and the bottle.

He thought of the bottle again, and being hungry. Maybe the bottle was outside the nursey, surely he wouldn't be punished if he just opened the door and looked. He thought hard about it, and wimpered a little at the thought of a spanking, and waited some more. Finally though after another hour, he used all his strength, with he hated to admit was next to nothing, to pull himself out of the crib and over it's bars. He landed on the floor and waddled to the door. He slowly opened it and peeked out. The hall way was empty.

"If there is anything left of you that is Superman, you need to take this opportunity to try to escape!" he thought to himself. He gathered what was left of his courage and ran to the elevator. In it, he saw there was a key pad for a code. For a moment he was afraid he couldn't escape this way, but then remembered, that the code was to get up to Luther's executive suite, which he was in, not to go down. So he pushed the button for the basement. He hoped he could find a way out from there, it was too dangerous to go to the ground floor.

He turned out to be right, next to the elevator entrance was a small window next to the ceiling that opened up to the alley behind the LexCor building. It took the tiny man forever to push enough boxes up so he could climb out. But he did. He was free!

He scampered out of the alley and into the streets of Metropolis and instantly wished he thought harder on what to do next.

"Hey it's Sissy!" a kid came running up to him and took a swing at him.

The once great hero, felt himself wet himself in fear as the fist came near but missed him, he screamed in fear, and felt tears form in his eyes, "Please no! Leave me alone! Don't hurt me please!"

"Ah geez wimp, I was just playing," the younger kid looked at Sissy. He knew who it use to be, everyone did. Some thought it was a trick or a joke, but here he was, in a diaper and crying. "Hey Pop, look who I found, it's Sissy Tinkleboy!"

"Goodness it is!" An older man said looking their way, "Get away from him son, to think we all thought that little pervert was some type of hero. Sissy, shoo, go away, leave my normal son alone!"

Sissy, wiped the tears from his eyes and muttered, "No, it was a twick from Luther, he made me...say...."

But he stopped, he needed to run away get as far away from Luthor and his office tower. So that's what he did, running down the street, passing people who laughed and pointed. He didn't know where he was going, just that he needed to get away. Maybe find someone who would change his diaper and feed him a bottle.

----

"Mr. Luthor, we did as you asked," Lex held the phone to his ear.

"Took him long enough to try to escape," he replied, "his stupid little brain never considered I allowed him to get out. Oh it'll be so fun seeing what happens to him next."

Luther hung up the phone, yes fun indeed.