-An Hour Later In West City-
Gohan's Baby Day
A sudden jolt shook Gohan awake as the flying vehicle landed on the ground. He wiped the sleep out of his eyes and looked around, trying to remember where he was. The first thing he noticed was that he was wearing green overalls that covered his yellow shirt and baby blue and white sneakers. His ever present diaper was pulled against his crotch due to the straps of the carseat. Needless to say, the boy was grateful that it was still dry despite the fact that he had finished a very large baby bottle before he had fallen asleep.
Chi Chi turned to face her son, realizing that he was finally awake. "Did you sleep well, Gohan?"
"Yes, mom." The boy blushed.
"Good, I wanted you rested for your playdate with little Trunks."
Instantly, it dawned on the teen why he was dressed up and sitting tightly buckled into a giant carseat: The playdate!
Not only had he passed out during a long trip, like some toddler, but he was actually expected to play with Bulma's two year old baby like he was just another infant. His cheeks burned with embarrassment and yet, he wasn't even out in public. However, that was going to change. The boy noticed the roof of his mother's flying car retract and waiting for him next to the vehicle was none other than Bulma, holding her son, Trunks.
"There's my little hero!" The Capsule Corp scientist beamed down at Gohan.
Chi Chi got up from the driver's seat and smiled. "My goodness, look how big Trunks has gotten!"
"I can say the same thing for Gohan here." Bulma bent down and tickled Gohan under his chin before turning to face Chi Chi. "I noticed you trimmed his hair. Gotta admit, that bowl haircut is cute!"
"It's easier to wash and it really does make him look adorable if you ask me." Chi Chi explained while unbuckling the five point harness that was secured across Gohan's lap. She quickly hoisted her teenage son up from the carseat and planted him on her hip.
"Yeah, now our sons are practically twins!"
This remark caused Gohan to look away and that's when he realized that he was in a public park! And this wasn't just any park, it was a public park in the middle of the metropolis known as West City, one of the busiest and most populated cities on Earth. Anxiety rose up inside of him as he prayed to Kami that this playdate would be a short one.
Bulma and Chi Chi took note of Gohan's discomfort and prodding him.
"What's the matter Gohan?" Bulma asked.
"Does my widdle man have a stinky in his diaper?" Chi Chi wondered, oddly optimistic.
"No!" Gohan replied a bit too loudly for his liking. "I mean, isn't this a bit much, doing this in such a public place?!"
"Don't worry, Gohan. I had the park closed off to the public for the afternoon."
Both Chi Chi and Gohan stared at Bulma, a look of shock and awe plastered accross their faces. "How?" The mother and son asked in unison.
"You seem to forget that I belong to the wealthiest family on the planet." Bulma boasted. "It was practically a drop in the bucket to rent the park for the afternoon."
"I didn't consider that." The raven haired mother stated.
"Well, what teenager is going to want to be seen prancing around the park in a diaper?" Bulma questioned.
"Thanks, Bulma." Gohan sighed, happy that someone had considered his modesty.
"True, I guess that's why I dressed him up, but now, he can just go around in his pamper." Chi Chi chuckled.
"Yeah, it's a hot day, let's let our boys run around for a bit!" Bulma added.
And just like that, any gratitude Gohan felt towards Bulma had disappeared. He was slowly lowered onto the grass and laid onto his back so Chi Chi could get to work. First his sneakers were untied and then his socks were pulled off. Quickly, his overalls and t-shirt were removed and the undressed Gohan laid there in just his plastic backed pamper. Soon, Trunks joined him once Bulma had taken off his diaper cover and baby sized t-shirt.
"What're you waiting for, go play!" Chi Chi ordered.
Gohan knew better than to disobey his mother. He got to his feet and looked around, wondering exactly what he was expected to do. A sudden smack on the back of his butt had caught him off guard due to his mother slapping the back of his slick diaper. He toddled forwards, chased by a waddling baby Trunks.
The mothers watched their babies frolick amongst the trees that dotted the green space. It wasn't long until they chatted about various things. Of course, Chi Chi took the first opportunity to bring up the challenge that Bulma had issued one week ago.
"Remember how you told me that you wanted to race me at changing diapers?" Chi Chi coyly asked.
"Yeah and-" The Blue haired woman paused and looked at friend who flashed her a smile. "You've got to be kidding me. You really want to race me using Gohan?!"
"Of course." Chi Chi replied nonchalantly.
"But-" Bulma stammered. "He's a teen. Not only that, but you'd be at a severe disadvantage."
"I understand that and if I do win, it'll just show that I'm the ultimate mother." Chi Chi smirked.
"Alright, Miss couldn't even change a disposable last week. How do you expect a grown teenager like Gohan to go along with this? I doubt he'll just use his diaper, right?"
"Oh, Bulma. He's used plenty of diapers this week. However, I did put a little something interesting into his bottle before we got here." Chi Chi smiled nefariously.
"You didn't."
A groan in the distance caught the two women's attention. Poor Gohan was clutching his stomach, squatting down just like a toddler. A few grunts and muffled farts signified that things were beginning to get very messy for the poor boy. Little Trunks stopped toddling around and watched the older boy with a curious gaze.
"Oh my, looks like it kicked in." Chi Chi said in mock surprise.
"You're ruthless." Bulma muttered.
The women watched as the strongest warrior in the universe packed his pampers. His backside ballooned out, bulging towards the ground as he kept pushing the muck out of his body. More grunts and groans accompanied the rude noises erupting from within his diaper. After about a minute, he finally stood up and waddled back towards the mothers.
"My poor boy!" Chi Chi cooed. "Come to mommy. Let me make it all better!"
The young man waddled up to his mother who pulled him in for a nice, long hug. She held him like that for a few minutes, patting his back and occasionally rubbing it gently, while whispering into his ear that he was such a good boy. Finally, he pulled away from her and looked down. "M-mom?" Gohan shuddered. "C-can you ch-change my diaper?"
"Sure thing, baby." Chi Chi patted the ground in front of her. "Bulma, I think it's time for Trunks to get a diaper change too!"
"Yeah, he probably does. It's been a few hours." Bulma walked over to her little boy, scooping him up and pulled back the waistband of his Pampers. "Huh, I guess it's not Gohan's day." Bulma muttered, noting that the baby had a messy load in the seat of his diaper as she walked back over to where Gohan and Chi Chi waited.
Both boys were laid on the ground and Bulma pulled out some supplies from her diaper bag. Chi Chi brought out the ray gun that Bulma had lent her and started enlarging Trunks' baby wipes and the new pamper. A slight grin spread across the scientist's face, noting that Chi Chi was cunning enough to increase the size of the wipes, thus leveling the playing field. Still, Gohan was so much bigger than her son, it wouldn't make that much of a difference in the grand scheme of things.
"I'm ready, what about you?"
"Oh, I was born ready!" Bulma laughed.
Both mothers started getting to work and felt his disposable practically get ripped from his waist. His mother quickly used a wipe to push most of the waste into the diaper before balling it up, a rapid swipe down his backside and, in the blink of an eye, Chi Chi was raining talcum powder all over his privates.
Meanwhile, Bulma was going at a more gingerly pace, untapping the disposable from her son's waist and carefully cleaning him up. Ultimately, she couldn't afford to be so carefree with Trunks, he was after all a real baby. Still, she felt bad for Gohan while simultaneously marvelling at how much her friend's diapering technique had improved. She was just barely powdering Trunks when she heard Chi Chi cry out.
"Done!"
Gohan blushed profusely, but also smiled. He was glad his mother had proven herself and displayed to Bulma that she was more than capable of taking care of a baby. The boy couldn't believe that he, for a brief moment, thought of himself as that baby, but at least this rivalry was hopefully over.
"I guess you're the better mother after all." Bulma smirked.
Chi Chi chuckled and smiled at Gohan. "Being a mother isn't about being the best, but it doesn't hurt to hear praise from a fellow mom once in a while."
"I can see that Gohan has really helped you out. Maybe I need to borrow him?" Bulma winked.
The teenaged baby boy blushed, wondering what Bulma had in mind. He knew that out of all of his father's female friends that the blue haired inventor was the most prone to flights of fancy. Creative types always did think outside the box.
"I don't see the harm in that. Maybe I could take Trunks around the park while you fed my boy?"
"Sure. Is he on solids or liquids?" Bulma asked, completely ignoring Gohan like he was just a baby.
"A mixture of both. He drains my breasts, but it's never enough for him. So, I feed him some yummy baby food on top of my milk." Chi Chi explained.
"Well, Trunks can't keep up with my milk. I'm sure I can help feed him if you don't mind." Bulma smiled down at Gohan.
"Sure, be my guest. I'll take Trunks for a ride in his stroller, give you a little privacy." The raven haired mother replied, lifting up the bowl haired infant and depositing him into the stroller.
"Have fun you two!" Bulma waved as she kneeled down next to where the diapered teen laid.
Gohan didn't think he could blush any harder as Bulma gazed down on him, unbuttoning her blouse. The embarrassed boy knew what was coming next, but despite the odd situation he was in, he did nothing to stop it. An audibly loud snap signalled that the maternity bra had been opened, allowing Bulma's perky, large breast to be freed from its cotton enclosure.
The diapered teen merely stared at it, unsure if he should latch onto the puffy nipple. Bulma muttered some encouraging babyish coos, trying to get the teen to suckle. Finally, Gohan gave in, accepting the stiff nipple between his lips. A few sucks and he was granted a squirt of Bulma's milk, it tasted quite different from his mother's milk. He thought about it in between suckles and assumed that it must've been the woman's diet that caused the milk to taste so good. She had the finest dietary supplements available to her.
Greedily, the boy suckled, hungry for the best milk he had ever tasted. A few moans came from Bulma who was not used to such a strong and thirsty boy drinking from her bosom. Gohan stopped and looked past her boobs and into her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Bulma. Should I stop?"
"No, you're doing it right. Keep going." Bulma coaxed his mouth towards her other breast.
Gohan got the message and returned to suckling earnestly from the new breast that Bulma had presented to him. At first, he thought he had been doing something wrong since his mother never made noises like that, but he was so happy to hear that he wasn't hurting the woman who was his father's oldest friend.
Bulma was accustomed to feeding her little Trunks, but she was finally getting used to the teen baby's strong mouth.
Gohan noticed, after suckling for a good few minutes that the proverbial well had run dry, he pulled his head away from Bulma's breast and looked sheepishly at the young mother.
"Umm, I'm still hungry."
"And wet, from the looks of it." Bulma brought her hand down to the boy's oversized Pamper and felt the swollen, urine soaked crotch. "That's why I love disposable diapers. You don't always need to check them to see if they're wet because they show you by turning yellow."
Gohan couldn't believe that Bulma just squeezed his crotch like he was just a dumb baby. Sure, his own mother did that, but that was different!
"Then why did you check?" Gohan couldn't help but ask.
"Because you didn't tell me that you made pee pee in your pampers. " Bulma teased.
The normally easy going teen pouted slightly, not enjoying Bulma's remark.
"Don't be like that. I'll get you changed and you'll get something to eat too." Bulma explained while grabbing the changing supplies.
"What do you mean?" Gohan blinked, "You're going to change me?"
Bulma merely nodded, going for the tapes and ripping the sopping wet diaper open. A cool, afternoon breeze blew over his groin and well toned stomach, causing him to look away. Getting a diaper change was still something he was getting used to, but he'd never expected or wanted to be changed outside like this. He tried to imagine he was somewhere else.
The blue haired mother lifted the boy's legs up and pulled the ruined disposable out from under him. She quickly unfolded a huge new pamper to replace the used one. It was quite something, the bulk and size of it alone was something to marvel at. She was so used to dealing with Trunks' normal sized disposables. Thanks to her enlarging ray, she could make anything jumbo sized. Ultimately, she got an idea while putting the new teen sized diaper under Gohan.
Gohan could feel the touch of the synthetic cotton polymers caressing his bottom as he was lowered onto the unfurled diaper. It's softness underneath his rear end serving as both a comfort and an ever present reminder of what was currently transpiring:an outdoor diaper change. One thing Gohan was grateful for was the fact that Bulma had thought ahead and closed off the park by renting the entire space for the afternoon.
Despite being in public, he felt himself relaxing as Bulma brought the diaper up between his legs and fixed the tapes into place. The disposable diaper caressed his crotch and bottom tightly as Bulma patted the front, smiling down at Gohan.
"You're a lot less squirmy than Trunks."
"Thanks, I guess." Gohan replied at the pseudo complement. "I'm still hungry."
"You're just like your father. Always hungry." Bulma smiled. "I guess that's just how it is with you Saiyans."
Gohan blushed, knowing that his mammoth appetite was uncommon, but also a part of who he was. What could he say? He loved to eat.
Bulma slowly rose to her feet, letting Gohan sit on his padded butt, and pulled out a lone capsule. The boy watched her pull it from her pocket and wondered just what it might contain.
"Bulma?"
"Yes, Gohan?"
"What's in that capsule?"
"It's a surprise." Bulma winked.
To Be Continued...
---One Week Later---
Chi Chi lifted her teenaged son up from the crib mattress, utilizing her strength from years of practicing martial arts. She carried him on her hip, as if he weighed nothing, from the boy's nursery and into the living room where a playpen awaited her diapered boy. Her carrying technique crafted and honed through the unspoken art of motherhood, Chi Chi had no problems maneuvering her oversized toddler from her hip and into the small mesh enclosure. The Princess of the Ox Kingdom rarely had an opportunity to display her strength during the last decade, but these past few days had surely given her plenty of instances to show Gohan that all of his power wasn't just a product of Goku's lineage.
"Sit quietly and play with your toys, mommy will be right back after I talk with Bulma, okay sweetheart?" Chi Chi explained to an intrigued Gohan, who arched an eyebrow and was starting to open his mouth to question his mother only to be silenced when Chi Chi quickly and skillfully pulled out a blue pacifier and pushed the rubber nipple into his wide open mouth. "Shh, let the adults talk. Children are to be seen and not heard."
As his mother walked away to her bedroom, Gohan merely shrugged, sitting in just his fresh disposable, suckling on his binky, wondering what the two women were going to discuss. Part of him assumed that he had helped her enough and that this baby treatment would finally cease, hence why she was going to call up Bulma. Despite this thought, another part of him, deep down within, hoped and wished that she wasn't going to tell Bulma that. Gohan wasn't ready to give up his mother's unbridled, undiluted love and affection.
As the anxiety started to build up in the mind of the oversized teen baby, Gohan turned his attention to the toys littered throughout the playpen. He spotted some toys that he definitely remembered from his childhood, but what really caught his attention were the classic toy cars. Shiny and new, ready to be rolled around on the floor of the plastic pen. Leaning forward, the boy grabbed one and manipulated the metallic toy car around the bumps and make believe hills that contoured the playpen's surface.
*Meanwhile, in Chi Chi's bedroom we join the two mother's in the midst of a very interesting conversation*
"I have got to admit that this week has been unbelievably fulfilling for me." Chi Chi stated in earnest.
“Now it makes sense. I was wondering why I haven't heard from you since our last little get together. So, Gohan is okay with being a thirteen year old infant?" Bulma asked, genuinely curious.
"Well, I could tell he was apprehensive at first, but he's really relaxed since his first diaper. That first day was rather awkward for both of us..."
"I bet. Gohan literally just destroyed the strongest baddie that the Earth has ever seen and now you got him taped into an enlarged Pampers Size Six." Bulma chuckled.
“Laugh it up, but I think it's actually been rather therapeutic for him." Chi Chi retorted.
"Really? How so?"
"For starters, I can see it in his eyes and how he acts around me. He needs me, but couldn't ever find the words. Plus, he just lost Goku for the third time in his young life and this has obviously allowed him to bond with me on a very deep level." Chi Chi explained.
"That's a good point. Goku's sacrifices are definitely noble, but they come at a cost. I mean, I know you are a very strong woman, but poor Gohan has definitely been put through more than anyone will ever know."
"My Goku, he's staying away to keep us from having to deal with future threats, but at least he bonded with Gohan in that time chamber. I feel like, after all these years, it was the least he could’ve done for my little boy."
“True, I-"
"He's such a strong, resilient young man on the outside. Always putting up with so much and trying to please everyone while having so much thrown at him, but you know something, Bulma? He's still a child and I can see that he needs me. Of course, I'm not going to keep him in a crib forever, but what's another two or three months in the grand scheme of things?"
“So, I take it that you've forgotten about that bundle of Saiyan joy that's on the way?" Bulma's smirk was almost visible through the phone.
"Who says Goten couldn't use a playmate?"
"Goten?" Bulma questioned. "You already have a name picked out?"
"Yes." Chi Chi replied. "Is that surprising to you?"
"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, you always have things planned out. Well, except for Gohan's second infancy, of course." Bulma smiled.
"I should be thanking you for helping me get back into the right mindset. One can never forget how to be a mother, but I'll admit that caring for a baby is a lot different than helping a young man study and try to achieve his scholarly aspirations.”
"You're welcome. So, when are you going to bring the "baby" around for auntie Bulma to see?" The blue haired scientist smiled.
"Hmm, I think it's about time that Gohan learned to play with other babies since he's going to be helping me with Goten." Chi Chi reasoned. "I'll see you in an hour or two."
“It's a date! A playdate!" Bulma laughed at her silly joke and hung up the phone.
Chi Chi smiled, thinking about what outfit she should dress her diapered warrior in. A quick waltz over to her closet and a flourish of her wrist gave her access to her wardrobe. However, she was most interested in an old box of Gohan's baby clothes. She had already enlarged a few onesies, but there were still many articles of clothing which lay dormant in the box, folded up but waiting to be worn once more!
The housewife blasted an adorable pair of tiny toddler sized sneakers she had found at the bottom of the box. It took mere seconds until they were just the right size for her little man. Next she fired the ray gun at a small pair of green overalls and a yellow baby t-shirt.
"Aww," Chi Chi marveled at the teen sized baby clothes. "This will be the perfect ensemble for Gohan to wear to Bulma's."
Gohan was deeply immersed in his playtime, having the cars chase each other in a mock chase while imitating the sounds of each vehicle. His attention to the toys was not even broken by the sounds of his mother's heels clacking across the wooden floor. Needless to say, it warmed Chi Chi's heart to see her son so happy and content to be playing with the cars, having his make believe car chase through a pretend city made out of wooden blocks. If the mother didn't know any better, she could've sworn that her son was actually a three year old due to just how into his toys be was at that moment.
"Gohan, I hate to bother you, but we have to get you dressed for your playdate."
“Playdate?!" Gohan questioned, a hot blush spread across his face upon the realization that his mother had been watching him play all along. He couldn't believe how oblivious he was as getting sat there, in his diaper, pushing cars around and mimicking their sounds.
"Yes, Gohan. We're going to see Bulma and Trunks." Chi Chi stated.
"But... I can't go out-... dressed like this!" The teen in the white disposable, bedecked with dragon balls on the landing strip, stammered.
"It's okay, Gohan. Bulma already knows about this and you need to interact with other babies to help get you ready for when Goten arrives." Chi Chi explained. "You want to help mommy, don't you?"
Gohan knew that he had no choice. Plus, he really did want to help mommy get ready for when his little brother was born. So, with downcast eyes, he agreed. It was not due to sadness that caused him to avert his eyes, but shyness and embarrassment at the prospect of being seen dressed in a diaper by one of his oldest friends and her one year old son. 'At least he's too young to remember this. Hopefully.'
To Be Continued...
"Gohan!"
The young teenaged boy looked up from his desk, which was covered by numerous textbooks due to the fact that he was studying. He could only wonder what his mother wanted since he was pulled out of his concentration by his mother getting home. Wasn't he doing the right thing? He had been doing what she ordered him to do, and what he actually enjoyed doing-his homework. However, Chi Chi sounded rather annoyed.
"Yes, mom?"
Gohan called out, unsure if he should leave his desk. Chi Chi appeared in his doorframe, looking like the perfect picture of motherhood in full bloom. Her trademark purple dress was strained and stretched outwards by her enormous belly and full breasts. It was quite obvious that she was far along and looked like she was about to give birth any day now. To those in the know, she was actually eight months along.
"I have never been so embarrassed in all my days." Chi Chi lamented in a bitter tone.
"Did I do something wrong?" The young man asked, genuinely curious if he was the cause of his mother's anger.
The Raven haired woman took a few steps forward, dress swaying as she walked towards her son. "No, you're doing what I told you to do." She stated in a calm, but slightly exasperated tone.
"Then what's wrong?"
"So, I'm visiting with Bulma, drinking tea, having girl talk." Chi Chi started explaining. "And little Trunks wets his diaper."
"Okay, and how does-"
"Bulma asks jokingly if I even remembered how to change a diaper and then sets Trunks in front of me." The pregnant mother cut her son off as she continued recalling the afternoon which put her in this foul mood. "Of course I know how to change a diaper, I told Bulma as I unbuttoned Trunks' cute little navy blue diaper cover and you know what stared right back at me?"
"I-umm. A diaper?"
"A disposable diaper." Chi Chi corrected her son. "I've never changed a disposable diaper before! You think we had the money to throw away on disposables when you were a baby?
Gohan didn't even want to say anything. He knew his mother was on a roll now.
"We had cloth diapers. I'd wash each one and hang them up on the clothesline in the backyard." The Raven haired mother took a breath, realizing that she was getting slightly off track."So, here I am, fiddling with the little tapes and trying to pull them off of the plastic. I eventually got it unstuck, but I felt like a fool the entire time."
"Well, at least you got the diaper off of him." Gohan stated positively, hoping to cheer up his mom.
"That's not the worst part of it all. After all the wiping and cleaning, I had to put him back in his new disposable. So, I'm struggling with the stupid tapes on the wings and just looking like an idiot. The whole time Bulma is trying not to chuckle as she offers little tips on how to diaper her boy the right way!"
"That sounds like it was rough..."
"You have no idea, Gohan. The cherry on the sundae was when she said to me. She says, 'Oh, I think you need to practice. You're obviously rusty at caring for babies.' Can you believe that? The sheer arrogance of that statement!"
"You always tell me to practice my arithmetic. Maybe a little practice wouldn't hurt?"
Chi Chi shot her son a piercing gaze. Her hormones were a whirlwind of emotions that Bulma had stirred up. The humiliation and shame she currently felt were battling with her bubbling anger. All of sudden, serenity enveloped the pregnant mother. Perhaps her son was on to something? "Hmm, I think you might be right, Gohan." Chi Chi smiled.
"Good. You just get some practice and you can show Burma that you're a great mother." The young teen felt relieved that he was able to calm his mom down.
"I'm glad to hear that you agree. I'll get everything set up and you can go pick up the supplies from Bulma. Okay, sweetheart?"
"Sure." Gohan really had no idea what his mother was on about, but at least she wasn't upset.
Chi Chi turned to leave her son's room and made her way over to the phone.
"Hello?" Bulma answered from the other end of the line.
"Hey, Bulma. I'm just calling you to ask for a favor."
"Oh, and what would that be?"
"I just need some of those disposable diapers."
Bulma chuckled openly. "Sounds like you're taking my advice, huh?"
"Yep, I'm going to get so good at changing diapers that you'll look like a novice." Chi Chi boasted.
"Ha, we'll see about that." Bulma's competitive side came through during the midst of her reply.
"I'm sending Gohan over there to pick up a few capsules of diapers-Medium sized ones."
"Don't you mean-" Bulma paused before laughing loudly. "I feel sorry for poor Gohan."
"Shh, you better not tell him anything. It was his idea after all."
"Alright, I'll enlarge some of Trunks' diapers then."
"Thanks." Chi Chi was about to hang up the phone when Bulma's voice came through the phone loudly.
"Just be sure to get good at diapering. I'll be ready to challenge you with a diaper changing race when your baby is born." Bulma declared.
"Deal!"
Chi Chi hung up the phone and wandered over to Gohan's room. It was an ordinary room, just like any other, but within it lay a treasure of books and literary masterpieces for Gohan's education. Those would be relocated since there would need to be room for his old crib, high chair and numerous toys. Of course, these pieces of infantile were kept in the attic, but the pregnant mother had plenty of time to remodel her son's room.
-Two Hours Later-
Gohan descended from the sky, landing gently on his shoes in front of his home. He opened the door, stepping into the quaint, mountain house.
"Mom! I'm home!"
"I'm in here, Gohan!" Chi Chi called out from the kitchen.
After setting up the room, she'd decided on preparing a big meal for her son, to get him nice and full. She scooped up a big ladle of the stew from her massive pot and poured it into a large bowl. Unbeknownst to the boy, his portion of the fish stew had already been tainted by a healthy dose of laxatives.
"Eat up!" Chi Chi grinned as they both took their seats at the small dinner table. "
"So, mom." Gohan spoke while eating. "I got the capsules."
The glowing mother could only smile. She really was lucky. Her son was such a good boy. He loved her cooking and would do anything to make her happy. How many other mothers had a son like hers? "Thank you, Gohan. I appreciate your help."
"But, umm" The young man picked up his bowl and poured it into his mouth, drinking down the remaining broth. "What's in the capsules?"
"Just some diapers." Chi Chi replied without blinking an eye. "Seconds?"
"Sure!" The boy enthusiastically agreed.
"Coming right up." Chi Chi quickly refilled his bowl with more stew and brought it back to the table.
"Thank you!"
Chi Chi sat there, enjoying her dinner and watching her son eat. He really was his father's child. They eat so similarly.
"Gohan?”
"Yeth, mom" The teen replied with a full mouth.
"I'm going to need your help preparing for the baby."
"I kno tat."
"So you don't mind helping mommy practice for when your little brother is born?"
"Practice?" Gohan sat his empty bowl down on the table.
"Yes, I'm going to need your help changing those diapers."
"I'm not going to like it, but I'll help out in anyway I can."
"I'm glad to hear that. Let's get started then." Chi Chi got up from her chair and stood by her son.
"Started?" Gohan looked confused by the statement.
"Yes, follow me."
The young teen got up from his place at the dinner table and followed behind his mother as they both walked towards his room. He couldn't quite shake the feeling that he wasn't going to be changing any diapers anytime soon. Still, curiosity got the better of him and he stood next to Chi Chi as she flung his bedroom door open, revealing the transformed room.
"What happened to my room!?" Gohan exclaimed, completely caught off guard by the state of his bedroom.
"I know it's a bit of a shock, but it's only until the baby is born."
"But why is there a crib in my room?"
"Maybe this will help explain things." Chi Chi tossed the capsules that Gohan had brought back from Bulma's Lab. An explosion of smoke filled the room which gradually cleared, revealing dozens of packs of baby diapers. However, these weren't just any baby diapers, they had been sized up by Bulma's ray gun, enlarged to comfortably fit a teenager.
To Be Continued...
Ryuko awoke in a strange place. Her body laid out on a super soft and pink bed while bathed in strips of shadows from the enclosure of the crib. In the distance Sayomi could be heard yelling at Yuki through a voice mail message.
"This is the fifth call in twenty minutes! Answer your phone or your ass is going to be spanked until you beg me for a pair of pampers to wear!"
The teenaged warrior was startled by this enraged shrieking from her mother. No, that didn't seem right. This girl was her babysitter. Ryuko paused on that thought before losing it. Once, her mind went blank, she noticed a cold and heavy sensation around her waist. The Huggies she had slept in, through the night, were destroyed.
"Waaah!!!"
"Shit! Shit! Shit!"
Sayomi ran into the nursery from her room and struggled to lower the crib bars. The trapped teenaged baby within tried to reach out to her, but couldn't get a hand of the president. Just like that, her mind went blank again and the sobs went silent as she withdrew her hand. Sayomi didn't notice any of that due to her own battle with the crib bars. Finally, the bars slid down and the babysitter hugged her baby brained captive.
"It's okay, baby. Mommy is just mad at your baby sister."
Ryuko suddenly was pulled from her resting spot on the mattress. Sayomi struggled and just couldn't get enough leverage to get the giant infant into a safe position to be carried and both teenagers dropped to the carpeted floor. Renewed cries from Ryuko were muffled to Sayomi due to her being sat on by the teen warrior. The once pristine diaper felt lumpy, and heavy to Sayomi since she was pinned between Ryuko's diapered ass and the floor.
The pint sized babysitter pulled her head out from under the well used diaper. A yellow-tinged brown plastic starred right at her.
"Poor baby. Mommy is going to have to change you." Sayomi's anger and annoyance melted when she said that phrase, but her bliss was soon broken by a series of ringing from her cell phone.
"What?!"
"I'm sorry I couldn't be there, buy my mom needed my help this morning." Yuki replied.
"Can the crap!" Sayomi barked.
"Fine, be that way. I'll see you at school in twenty minutes." Yuki hung up the phone and laughed at her boss' distress.
Sayomi looked at the clock on her phone. "Fuck! I barely have enough time to do anything. I'm going to have to pick whether you get dressed or changed."
About twenty minutes later the haggard looking freshman pushed a giant stroller into the main hallway of the Academy. Even though Sayomi looked far from perfect, all of the student body gazed at Ryuko who sat in the huge stroller. A few jocks openly mocked the terror of Hounoji. This added attention and ridicule only relied up the baby teen.
A few of the more tame students took in the giant brat's manner of dress, or lack thereof of. Ryuko, the once feared vixen, wore padded, blue baby booties on her feet along with a pair of matching mittens. A long white, plastic bib covered her ample breasts. The bib was completely saturated by her snot and spittle which also coated her chin. A tiny blue skirt was pushed up by the crotch straps which revealed her massive, bulging diaper. Obviously, Sayomi had chosen to play dress up instead of giving Ryuko a change of pants.
The teen toddler's agitation boiled over and she went into full on tantrum mode as students watched in stunned disbelief. Her cries for a new diaper made an already attention demanding sight all the more riveting. The few students in the hallways who hadn't noticed the infantilized girl were entranced by the sight of the young lady, who once reeked havoc onto the academy. Now trapped and tightly strapped into an over-sized stroller, crying her eyes out against the stiff five point harness.
"Aaaahhhhh!" Ryuko cried continuously while slamming her padded fists against herself and the heavily defiled disposable.
Sayomi felt a surge of full on maternal energy. She hadn't felt this invigorated since she took care of Yuki. She noticed all the students and knew now was the time to address her new baby.
"Ryuko, calm down. Mommy will get you out of that stinky diapee soon." The tiny teen cooed loudly, making sure that her announcement was heard by everyone in the slowly growing crowd. Poor Ryuko could only continue throwing an enraged tantrum while conflicting thoughts ran through her mind.
The crowd closed in, under the spell of morbid fascination, as Ryuko was unstrapped and helped to the ground. An accompanying squelch came from her overused and abused diaper. Ryuko could do nothing more than bawl and flail on the tiled Academy floor when three somewhat familiar faces entered her view.
"About time you got here, Yuki!"
Yuki turned and faced her 'superior' which allowed the bowl haired schoolgirls access to Ryuko. Sayomi berated her and dishonored her subordinate to the best of her ability, earning a few jeers from the crowd of assembled students, but Yuki didn't falter. She ignored the small leader of the babysitting club.
As Sayomi trashed talked Yuki, Natsumi and Mako took turns trying to reach Ryuko. There wasn't much time and it didn't seem to make a difference to the teen warrior about what the girls said. Finally, Mako, fed up with the lack of success, shouted out a very powerful question.
"Do you think your father would be happy to see you like this?!"
Just then there appeared a fierce flash of light behind the scissor wielding warrior's eyes. Mako knew she struck a strong chord within her friend.
"Yes!" Mako declared. "Fight it!"
Yuki calmly turned around and opened her backpack.
"She needs this." The senior member of the babysitting club pulled out Senketsu and gave it to Mako.
The brown haired girl feverishly dressed Ryuko in her trademark outfit and, all of a sudden, Ryuko leapt up from the floor and towered above Sayomi.
"You little bitch!" Ryuko swore down at her warden. "Look at this shit bag you have me wearing!"
Ryuko gestured to her skirt. Normally, a glimpse of the warrior's panties would be seen under her tiny skirt of life fibers, but not today. An over bloated, tarnished disposable diaper took it's place. Ryuko angrily lifted up her scissor and pointed it at Sayomi.
"Please!" The tiny terror cowered in fear. "Don't hurt me!"
"I'm not going to hurt you."
Sayomi looked relieved until Ryuko retrieved a baby bottle from her former stroller. The young lady dresssed like a diapered stripper held out the bottle directly in front of Sayomi's face.
"Drink this or else!" Ryuko demanded.
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A few days later, Yuki and Natsumi are out enjoying a quiet, weekend afternoon walking down the main avenue while pushing a stroller. The two young ladies have been inseparable since they took on Sayomi and helped free Ryuko. As soon as Ryuko forced their leader to drink the mind altering venom, Natsumi and Yuki had rushed over to Sayomi's house and destroyed the rest of the her supply; saving the entire city from the Babysitter's sinister plot.
A pothole shook the occupant of the stroller, awakening her.
"Change my diaper! Change my diaper! Change my diaper!"
Yuki slowed the stroller to a stop which allowed Natsumi to grab a huge pacifier out of her purse. The tech student proceeded to strap it around Sayomi's head while the small girl struggled against her former underling. The pacified Miss Hogosha thrashed against the five point harness of her stroller, nude save for a dirty, blown out diaper which had been soiled for hours by at this point.
Natsumi and Yuki shared a long tongue kiss while the senior student continued to push the large stroller. Muffled cries could be heard coming from the stroller and this made both classmates put an arm on each other's shoulder as they looked down at their new baby.
"Isn't she adorable?"
"She's our little stinker."
The End
Natsumi closed the door gently; a series of loud crinkling followed.
Yuki sighed in annoyance. 'Putting up with this crap is crazy enough, but what she did to Ryuko was too much. Sayomi could literally wipe away everyone's mind and be the ruler of Honouji.' The senior student was pulled from her thoughts by Sayomi cooing down at a crouching Ryuko as a putrid stench found her nostrils
"I think it's time for a diaper change." Sayomi sung to her baby brained captive.
"Thank God. I thought that you would just leave her in it."
"Hmm?" The miniscule president looked across the room at Yuki." You obviously don't remember our time together, little Yuki."
"I remember it." Yuki replied dryly.
"Then you must remember that I never left you in a dirty diaper." Sayomi smiled and returned her gaze to Ryuko.
Yuki bit her tongue. She could challenge that line of reasoning, but what would it get her? She recalled, as clear as day, her first soiled diaper. Her cries eventually convinced Sayomi to change her after five minutes. Ever since that first messy incident, the tiny terror would remark to anyone, within ear shot, how Yuki was such a fussy crybaby who couldn't wait for her new Pamper. She would never admit this to anyone, but her pride, not Sayomi's babysitting, caused her diaper rash.
Sayomi smirked while untapping the first layer of disposable protection from Ryuko. The stains were more pronounced as the second diaper was exposed and then torn from the teenaged baby's crotch. The innermost, final diaper, was bloated and discolored beyond belief. Yuki quickly turned around and almost gagged as she bumped into a freshly dressed Natsumi.
"Woah!" The bowl haired girl called out as the two high school girls almost ran into each other.
"Sorry!" Yuki blushed and leaned down to her friend's ear. "We have to leave. Now."
Natsumi nodded and joined her friend as they exited the hall. However, no one was prepared for what they saw next. Sayomi's hand was wiping Ryuko's dirty butt with a baby wipe. Yuki may have been changed before, and changed Natsumi's diaper a few times, but never a messy one. There were some things that she would never do and changing a teenager's shitty diaper was number one on that list.
"I'm going to walk Natsumi home now." Yuki stated while Natsumi looked away from the diapering.
"Oh" Sayomi looked up. "That's fine. I need to get Ryuko down for bedtime. It's almost seven and she has a big day ahead of her tomorrow."
"We wouldn't want to keep her up any longer by being here." Yuki replied, slowly stepping towards the front door, as Sayomi wiped Ryuko's ass one final time.
"You can leave once you carry my baby upstairs. Also, you have to be here at six, tomorrow morning, to help me with my bundle of joy."
Yuki mentally face palmed and stopped in her tracks at the mere mention of tomorrow. Natsumi stood right beside her guardian, mind racing, trying to find an excuse or reason to get Yuki out of this situation.
"I don't mean to interrupt, Madam President, but Yuki is watching me, remember?" The timid tech wizard half stated, half asked..
Sayomi lifted Ryuko's legs until her round butt was hovering over a thick diaper. She paused for a moment, in thought, before lowering her charge onto the spread out disposable.
"You've already passed the initiation process." The pint sized babysitter replied to Natsumi while pouring a generous amount of baby powder over Ryuko's sparse pubic region. "I know we didn't get to bond, but you helped me get Ryuko Matoi and that's more than enough to prove to me that you really want to be in the club."
Natsumi looked absolutely crestfallen. Her attempt to get Yuki off the hook failed miserably. Yuki had always done her best to shield her from Sayomi's madness and all the diapered nerd wanted was to return the favor. She was about to reply when Yuki spoke up.
"Natsumi is just following orders, as you can see, I've taught her well in such a short time." Yuki boasted as Natsumi gave her friend and arched eyebrow which barely passed her thick glasses.
"That's true, isn't it? I never actually noticed her progress, but you have done a good job with her. I've just been so busy trying to get Ryuko, that I've neglected my club and you two." Sayomi replied as she taped the last wing to the large plastic garment.
"It's alright, Sayomi. I know that a babysitter is rarely appreciated." Yuki winked at Natsumi.
This calmed the anxious diapered schoolgirl down. It finally clicked in her head that Yuki was trying to suck up to their tiny terror of a leader. She hide her smile well as Yuki manhandled Ryuko onto her hip. The tallest girl in the room proceeded to carry the teenaged baby towards the nursery.
Every step up the stairs was followed by a crunch of plastic due to Ryuko's massive diaper. Yuki recalled why she had quit the weight lifting team last year, 'shit like this really messes up my back.' The senior student labored to climb the stairs as her internal monologue raged on. 'Join the Babysitter's club, it'll be fun and easy. You won't have to lift anything, but a small baby or toddler.'
"I can't believe how strong you are." Natsumi gushed as she watched Yuki carry the infantilized warrior.
"I used to bench a hundred and thirty pounds, Natsumi. This is probably close to that." Yuki muttered as she crested the stairs and turned towards her old nursery.
She knew it was never her nursery, but seven days and nights here had left a scar that Yuki did her best to suppress. She had done so when she retrieved a fresh pair of Pampers for Natsumi. The senior did well in her efforts to block it all out during the last week while babysitting her classmate. Dealing with Ryuko's new found babyhood may have picked at the mental wounds, but seeing her old plastic duck potty once again, in person, ripped open the wounds like a rabid dog's bite.
Yuki almost dropped Ryuko when she saw the duck potty chair. That potty training incident in the middle of home economics class was hell for her. The image hit her like a train as the memory flashed through her mind. All of her fellow students were laughing and pointing at her which had only served to bring the poor young woman to tears while she sat perched on the stupid, oversized toddler chair in nothing, but a belly shirt.
She was starting to feel noxious and uneasy. Her eyes fell onto her crib which sat untouched since her last night trapped within it. Next to it was the bittersweet table where she was freed from her dirty diapers. No matter how many changes she recieved, she always ended up in a fresh one before leaving that table.
"Hey moron!" Sayomi called from behind the senior student. "Don't drop my baby!"
"Sorry!" Yuki apologized more to Ryuko than anyone else while setting the big baby into the crib.
Yuki turned away from the crib, eyes cast downwards, and quickly left the room.
"Tomorrow at six in the morning!" Sayomi's voice echoed down the stairs while Natsumi struggled to keep up with her tortured friend as they both descended the staircase and left the Hogosha household.
"Yuki! Slow down!" Natsumi huffed as she basically ran like a toddler due to the bulk in between her legs.
The elder schoolgirl fell to her knees and fought back the tears while Natsumi finally caught up. There was no need for words, Natsumi was an awkward person, who possessed a very limited ability to read people. Nonetheless, she knew that Yuki was hurt and needed her. The bowl haired girl hugged Yuki tightly as she sobbed into Natsumi's shoulder.
In between diminishing sobs, Yuki managed to choke out one question. "What do-" Yuki took a breath. "What exactly do you know?"
"About Ryuko or..."
"The formula or anything else that can help." Yuki waited a moment as she calmed down.
"I don't know much about the formula, but I know almost everything about Ryuko. For instance, her father was murdered." Natsumi explained.
"Okay." Yuki sniffed and looked into Natsumi's eyes. "That's probably why she came to the school, to avenge her father's killer."
"That certainly makes sense." Natsumi rubbed her classmates back gently.
"What's up with the brown haired girl?"
"That's Mako Manchuko, a low ranking student who lives in the slums."
Yuki slowly broke away from Natsumi's hug. "Let's go talk with her. She should be able to help us in some way."
"There's definitely strength in numbers."
The two girls held each other's hands as they journeyed to the slums. Natsumi didn't feel compelled to hold hands out of some childish anxiety or underlying fear. No, both girls knew that they had each other now.
Their trip across town, from Sayomi's house, had taken enough time for dusk to turn into nightfall. Yuki and Natsumi found themselves in front of an unfamiliar door which stood between them and a potential ally. The older girl relinquished her friend's hand and knocked on the Manchuko residence's front door.
"I'll get it, mom!"
Mako flung the door open and immediately went into attack mode, jumping at Natsumi. The two girls tussled about on the dirty street as Yuki stood, stunned. Crinkling and cursing broke the peace as Natsumi's skirt flipped up and revealed the diaper she wore. Yuki ripped Mako off of the nerdy schoolgirl.
"I'm not going to be a baby!" Mako screamed out as she flailed around in Yuki's firm grip.
"Look, we don't want to take you to Sayomi!" Natsumi called out from the ground.
"She's right, Mako. We're tired of that tyrant. I'd rather be poor like you, than witness all of my friends and family end up in diapers like Ryuko did."
Mako calmed down to a point where the senior student released the brown haired girl from her hold.
"So, what are you going to do to stop her?!" Mako stared right at Yuki as she caught herself on the dirty surface.
"We know that you are Ryuko's best friend and there might be a way to get your friend back to normal, but we'll need your help."
"I'll do anything to help Ryuko!" The girl's eyes widened while Natsumi stood up with a crinkle.
"We have to make sure that Ryuko is not fed any formula tomorrow." Yuki and Mako both looked over at the black bowl haired girl as she adjusted her glasses and continued. "Lack of formula will eventually help Ryuko progress to a more normal and mature mindset, but that could take time we don't have."
"True. We might not be able to keep Sayomi from feeding Ryuko more of that poison today. Still, I think if she were too busy to remember to feed Ryuko, that might be all we need." Yuki reasoned.
"What do I need to do to help?!"
"You'll most likely be the trigger. Say things to anger Ryuko or remind her of her humanity."
Yuki nodded. "That's the best way to help Ryuko. I'll be sure to ignore Sayomi's calls tomorrow morning. She'll be so pissed off and rushed that Ryuko won't get another bottle."
"I'd rather just break down Sayomi's front door and destroy all the formula!"
"Mako, we can't do that. It won't stop anything and it would only paint a target on your back." Yuki explained. "However, if this plan doesn't work, we'll have to try your idea."
"Alright, but we have to do this right." Mako demanded.
"Our assess are on the line as much as yours if things go wrong." Yuki reminded the bowl haired fireball.
All three teens knew that this wasn't exactly an air tight plan, but it was better than nothing. The girls continued to chat and ironed things out a little more before Yuki and Natsumi left the Manchuko household. Mako felt like nothing was going to stop her. Mako could barely sleep. She had a mission and was determined to get her friend back.
It had been an awkward walk for the two upperclassmen. Natsumi begged to hold hands and Yuki couldn't keep her complacent otherwise. So, they held hands through the streets as a few guys from school stole a glance while others watched. Sure, it wasn't the freak show that Sayomi led through town earlier, but there weren't many openly lesbian couples in Honnōji. No doubt rumors would be circulating the halls tomorrow at school, Yuki thought grimly.
"We're going to get that bitch back. Mark my words, Natsumi. She's going to pay for what she did to you and what she put me through." Yuki boldly affirmed.
"Thank you, mo- Yuki." Natsumi caught herself midsentence and corrected herself. She had already called Yuki mommy before and it made her skin crawl. "How long does this crap last?"
"Sayomi didn't say exactly, but you'll be fine soon. I promise."
The girls walked away from the main Avenue and up the ramp to the Hogosha household. Yuki noticed that the door was slightly ajar and opened it without knocking. Natsumi and Yuki's jaws practically smashed through the floor at what they saw in front of them. Not ten feet away sat Sayomi, topless, while Ryuko sucked on her nonexistent boobs.
"What the fuck?!" Yuki shouted while Natsumi grimaced from the scene displayed to her.
Sayomi's eyes shot to the open door where her underlings stood. "Shut up and close that door! You're going to scare the baby!"
Yuki closed the door and sighed. "So, is this why I had to rush down here? To see this?"
Sayomi blushed as she laid Ryuko against a pillow. "No, I need you to help me get Ryuko into her high chair." The petite girl explained while hurriedly buttoning up her uniform.
"Fine. Just don't ever do that again. I think I'm going to have nightmares after seeing that." Yuki relinquished Natsumi's hand and walked over to Sayomi and Ryuko. The Senior lifted a placid Ryuko onto her hip with moderate difficulty and carried her over to the high chair. She then sat the teen sized baby into the contraption and strapped her in. "There. Done. Can I go now?"
"I might need you later." Sayomi replied as she waltzed over to the high chair and put a stepping stool in front of Ryuko. The short girl stood on the top step and could finally reach her big baby's mouth. Yuki and Natsumi watched as Sayomi did all of this.
"We'll stay, but only because we want you to help Natsumi get back to normal." Yuki stated.
"I told you, she'll be fine." Sayomi reasoned as she scooped up a big spoonful of prunes and force fed them to Ryuko. The fighter struggled with the baby mush and purple blotches soon speckled the white sailor styled onesie. Sayomi either didn't mind or purposefully got the food every place, but her captives mouth. Either way, Ryuko's motor skills were much to poor to cooperate with her new mommy's feeding style.
"Then how come I had to hold Natsumi's hand all the way here?" Yuki asked as the girls continued to stare onwards at the tiny president's attempts at feeding her baby brained teen.
"Look, Natsumi's anxiety should be returning to a regular state within the hour and her mind will be fine. I designed this serum. I know the duration of a small dose." Sayomi explained with annoyance evident in her voice. "Now help me get Ryuko down from the high chair. I want to clean her dirty little face up."
Yuki was getting sick of this nonsense, but she knew that refusal to obey would land her back in Pampers, next to Ryuko. However, this time it would probably be a permanent trip. With this haunting thought lingering in her mind, she unlatched the high chair's tray and helped Ryuko down to the tiled floor with a crinkle. The senior student stepped back as Sayomi hurried in with a damp wash cloth.
"Who's mommy's messy eater?" She cooed to Ryuko between wipes to the girl's cheeks and mouth. A series of farts interrupted the blissful moment between Sayomi and Ryuko. The miniscule leader's face little up like a bright star as she probed the diaper. However, it was not Ryuko's who messed her diaper and Sayomi turned her head to where Natsumi stood.
"I...I didn't mean to!!!" Natsumi blubbered and ran towards the bathroom until she got caught up in the baby swing.
"Natsumi!" Yuki called after her, but it was too late. The poor student was wrapped up in the wires which dangled from the ceiling. Natsumi somehow not only managed to get caught up in the device, but was suspended upside down, face inches from the floor, while one of her arms was caught in the leg hole of the baby swing. This caused her full diaper to be on display for all to see due to gravity forcing her skirt down.
Ryuko actually giggled at what see saw and even Sayomi had to stiffle a laugh or two. Yuki was too busy helping Natsumi get out of the spaghetti like entanglement to chastise Sayomi for the laughter. Internally she vowed to make sure that Sayomi got what she deserved. She was a monster that didn't care who she used and abused. Yuki would do everything in her power to end her reign of terror. For too long had she remained indifferent, the events of today and the things witnessed therein changed her complacency in this circus of infantilized insanity.
"Thank you, Yuki. I'm sorry for being such an idiot."
"I couldn't just stand there and laugh at your misfortune like some people. Anyway, I think you should go take a shower. If that's alright with you, President." Yuki turned to face Sayomi.
"I'll allow it, but go upstairs and grab one of Ryuko's diapers from the nursery. I trust you remember where it is." Sayomi grinned as Yuki nodded with a scowl.
Once Yuki went upstairs Sayomi returned her attention to her teen baby. "When are you going to make mommy a present? Mommy wants to put you into the thickest diaper I have!"
Ryuko stuttered. "Dia-pee!"
"Yes, diaper, sweetie."
Sayomi didn't realize it, but the fighter started wetting her thirsty padding. Slowly at first, but soon the innermost diaper swelled and caused the other two diapers to bulged out against the onesie as the torrent picked up strenght. The sound was fairly hard to hear due to the shower running in the next room over, but the look on Ryuko's face told the seasoned babysitter everything she needed to know.
"Aww, did you wettums your diapee?" Sayomi cooed in baby talk. "Well, too bad. I'm not changing you until you give me everything you got. That shouldn't be too hard, right Ryuko?"
The warrior sighed in relief as she finished saturating the multiple pampers. She couldn't understand what the small girl in front of her was saying, but one thing was certain. Her privates felt warm and tingling from the wet padding encasing them. She started bucking her hips as she dragged the diaper back and forth against the tiled floor.
Sayomi allowed this. Watching Ryuko rub the large bulk against the tile for about five minutes until she stopped the horny teen baby from achieving fulfillment. "No, only mommy is allowed to do that." Sayomi smacked Ryuko's inner thigh which elicited a loud wail from the already frustrated teen.
"What's the matter with her?" Yuki asked as she descended the stairs holding a huge disposable diaper.
"Just had to provide a correction to some highly inappropriate behavior." Sayomi's said with a grin.
"I shouldn't have asked. Anyway, do I really have to diaper Natsumi? She's been through a lot today, hasn't she?"
"True, but I believe it would be a good idea to diaper her in case she has another accident, don't you?"
"I suppose. However, after this I'm done changing her diapers. I think we have both proved our loyalty to you and the club." Yuki declared.
"Hmm, yeah, that's alright. After all, I'm going to have my hands full with this little one. Sadly I won't be able to worry about Natsumi. Poor girl, I didn't even get to bond with her like we did." Sayomi looked at little disappointed.
"Yeah, it was magical." Yuki replied sarcastically as she went past the baby swing and knocked on the bathroom door. The flow of water ceased and Natsumi could be heard from the other side of the door getting out of the tub. The tech obsessed girl opened the door slightly, allowing only her face to be seen. Yuki handed her a diaper through the small gap.
"Why?" She questioned Yuki timidly.
"Because she doesn't want you to leave her house without one on. Besides, it's the last one you'll ever wear."
"Really!?" Natsumi squealed so loud that Sayomi looked up from her treasure and shook her head.
"I'll have them all in time. One is never enough." Sayomi grinned.
Yuki looked away towards the kitchen. She thought she heard Sayomi mutter something, but it was probably just baby talk to the entranced teen who sat at her feet. "Shhh, just put this on and get dressed!" Yuki ordered firmly, but quietly while pushing and enormous diaper into Natsumi's hands.
The girls watched their leader struggling to push the large stroller forward, but once the petite president got momentum on her side it moved slowly, but steadily out of the door. Yuki looked on until Sayomi was out of sight and bent over to retrieve Ryuko's Senketsu. The upperclassmen knew that if she dared to put it on, the garment would consume her life force, her very being, not to mention all of her blood. Natsumi stood there, eyeing her friend, unsure of what to say.
"You shouldn't fool around with that."
"I'm not going to do anything, but it might come in handy if Ryuko can break the mental hold that Sayomi has on her." Yuki stated as she put Senketsu into her backpack.
"I don't know if she can." Natsumi paused and looked down. "That chemical is strong. I only drank a sip and I'm extra sensitive about everything."
"What do you mean? Like, sexually?"
"Nooo!" Natsumi blurted out, but quickly regained her composure. "I mean like..." The diaper under her skirt crinkled slightly as she fidgeted with her hands on the hem of the short dress. "I feel really shy and unusually needy about this whole diaper treatment."
"That doesn't sound unusual at all." Yuki stated. "I practically begged for a new diaper whenever I felt the slightest bit of moisture. Of course Sayomi always refused my plea unless we were in public."
"Again, that isn't quite what I'm feeling. I'm fighting a torrent of conflicting emotions. I feel both clingy and an intense desire to be held. However, the other part of me wants to rip this diaper off and never come back."
"Oh, I-" Yuki was cut off as Natsumi spoke up.
"Then I'll get a rogue thought that dominates my mind. Like someone on a megaphone telling me to..." Natsumi felt her chest get heavy and grasped it before continuing on. "To just give up and be a baby...."
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Meanwhile, in the luxurious part of Honouji Sayomi was pushing the enormous stroller which held her oversized baby. Passersby would gawk or observe the bizarre scene in shock. A select few weren't surprised because they could remember that the petite girl had paraded around her classmate last year in an identical fashion. The majority of the commotion was caused due to who her captive was, no matter what strata of the social hierarchy you occupied, you knew of Ryuko Matoi: The maverick hell spawn warrior who had a death wish due to her constant challenging of the elite of Honouji.
A few senior students walked up to Sayomi and stared at the onesie clad Ryuko. Her bulky disposable diaper's outline was quite visible through the sailor themed onesie. The students were blown away. They knew Sayomi Hogosha was bat shit insane, but it was almost impossible for them to contemplate the vision before them. Sayomi, the girl every student avoided, had conquered Ryuko and now paraded her around like a diapered trophy.
"How did you do it?"
"Why do you ask? Do you want to be her baby sister?" Sayomi asked with a wild grin plastered on her angelic face.
"Umm... Nevermind. Sorry to have bothered you!" The group of girls bowed and briskly walked the hell away from the stroller.
Sayomi couldn't quite make out their mutterings as they walked away, but she didn't care. The babysitter loved toying with girls older than herself, but right now that could wait. She had to get her new baby home and fed some real food. The chemically laced milk lacked any real nutritional value and the laxatives wouldn't take effect until they were mixed with the special baby food she kept at her house.
Along the way, more people stopped and stared at Sayomi's giant stroller and equally big babied teenager. Ryuko didn't help matters by kicking her legs rhythmically as she reclined in the seat. Her plastic prison produced a symphony of crinkles and sounds that could be heard by the general public. Sure the sailor onesie kept the noise relatively muted, but her exaggerated bicycling motions didn't make things any less noticeable audio wise or visually.
Soon the spectacle left the main thoroughfare and proceeded down a modest sidewalk which led to the Hogosha household. Luckily for Sayomi, there were no steps up to the door. The Freshman student had built a gentle ramp which allowed access to the front door. She did struggle tremendously to get the stroller up to the door, but once she reached the threshold Sayomi stopped. The girl locked the brake on the back wheel of the stroller and fumbled with her key for a second before inserting it into the keyhole.
"Welcome to your new life, baby Ryuko!"
Sayomi threw open her front door which led directly into the spacious living room which was flanked by a kitchen opposite a staircase. Under normal circumstances, the house's interior would have been marveled at for how lavish it was compared to the Manchuko household. However, what would raise eyebrows wasn't the grandeur or splendor of this structure. No, it was all the oversized baby equipment littering the various rooms.
Sayomi unlocked the brake and resumed pushing the stroller into the house. There the baby brained Ryuko gazed absent mindedly at the many toys strewn about the carpet. In the living room stood a sturdy playpen which could hold anyone even if they stood up. A baby swing hung near by from the rafters above and in the kitchen sat a hot pink high chair which awaited it's occupant. Ryuko couldn't appreciate the amount of effort her captor put into completing the fantasy. Nonetheless, the onesie wearing warrior didn't need to. She was merely a doll, as was Yuki before her, to be played with by her new babysitter.
"I know that you probably can't wait to play, but mommy has to feed you your baby food so that you can make me a lovely present." Sayomi stated in a sing song voice as she stood in front of her captive.
Ryuko was unstrapped from the five point harness and helped down to the floor. The former fighter stood on all fours and looked up at Sayomi with vacant eyes. A bit of drool escaped from her mouth as she licked her lips. She took a moment to registered the smiling girl before her, but couldn't think of any kind of name for her except "momma" which she muttered loudly enough to be heard.
"Very good, Ryuko!" Sayomi praised. "I am your mommy!" The Freshman tickled Ryuko under her chin and smiled down at her prize.
"Follow mommy!" The petite president of the babysitting club patted Ryuko's diapered butt firmly, indicating that she wanted her big baby to crawl. This startled the simplistic Ryuko into action. She took an experimental reach with her right hand which was followed by her leg. Soon she got into a rhythm which allowed her to reach the kitchen via a very slow crawl.
Sayomi watched with a tad bit of conflicting thoughts. 'Did I use too much chemical? Should I have cut it and only allowed her mind to regress to a toddler's level? I could've allowed her to at least walk.' The Freshman then fought away those thoughts which were replaced by bold justifications. "No! If you could walk then you could escape and leave me!"
Ryuko stared up at her mommy with confusion evident as she stopped crawling. Sayomi smiled, "It's alright, baby. Mommy was just figuring out how to make this work."
Sayomi's smile seemed to neutralize Ryuko's uncertain gaze already replaced it with a dopey, drool producing grin. 'I'm going to have to get her the pacifier from upstairs after she's fed.' Sayomi then came to a horrible realization. "Shit! How am I going to get you into the high chair?!"
"Waaaaaah!" The teenaged terror blurted out as she bawled from her mommy's bipolar shifts in behavior.
"It's okay, baby!" Sayomi took a knee and held her large infantilized captive close. "Mommy has a plan."
It's took some time, but after closing the baby gate of the playpen, Sayomi had Ryuko contained. This gave her some time until she could think of a solution to her problem. She needed someone to help her. Sadly her father was away on business and her mother wasn't home. 'That damn bitch is never around when I need her. At least with Yuki I didn't need mother to help me pick her....up'.
"Yuki! That's it!" Sayomi cheered. "I'll get Yuki over here to help out. She's tall enough to lift Ryuko into the high chair."
Sayomi quickly pulled out her cell phone and dialed Yuki's number
"I thought we were dismissed, President." Yuki answered the phone dryly.
"I know, but I need your tall ass down here ASAP!"
Yuki sighed. "What now? I just consoled Natsumi for twenty minutes straight. Poor thing was crying her eyes out."
"That's probably a side effect of the chemical. It'll ware off soon."
"I hope so. She's been pawing at my bra for the last five minutes and, if I didn't know any better, she wants to suck my tits!" Yuki vented which caused a whimper to be heard in the background. "Shh, it's okay Sumi."
"Awesome! It worked!" Sayomi gushed like an idiot.
"Of course it worked? You have Ryuko and you've seen what it has done to her mind. This damn chemical is a curse!"
"I meant it actually is promoting the mind to want to suckle from...Nevermind. Bring Natsumi here if you have to. She should be able to walk." Sayomi hung up the phone.
Yuki stared at her phone for a moment while she cradled Natsumi against her body with her free arm. "What a fucking freak."
Sayomi put her phone away and played with the buttons on her uniform's blouse while looking at her drooling teenaged baby. 'Let's test this out.' The Freshman smiled as she stripped her body of her top of and A cup bra. The babysitter had yet to mature into a more motherly form. She envied girls like Yuki who were stacked and even Natsumi, with her B cup, made her jealousy flare up. Meanwhile, even her baby had huge tits compared to her small mosquito bits. Still, she wanted to try this out.
"That's a good girl. Now you're all mine!" Sayomi announced happily as she turned Ryuko around in her lap and tried to burp her.
"What did you do to my friend!" Mako exclaimed.
"I just helped her accept me as her mommy. Also, you needn't worry about that poison. I made it all up to get Ryuko to drink my chemical formula." The teen holding Ryuko smiled that dastardly grin once more.
Mako ran up to her friend and Sayomi. Staring into Ryuko's eyes, she begged her to snap out out of the chemically induced trance."Come on Ryuko! You're stronger than this!" The bowl haired girl pleaded, but her words were met with a trail of drool from the teenaged warrior's mouth.
The unyielding power of the formula was too strong for Ryuko to resist, internally her mind was silent. Staring forward with an unintelligible gaze, the infantilized teen lay content in Sayomi's arms and felt at peace. She only, just barely, noticed the girl in front of her yelling encouragement, which started annoying her. She couldn't understand much of what was said, but the energy and urgency of the words starting to make her fussy.
Ryuko's face screwed up and twisted in anger. Mako saw the annoyance and rage building up and knew that this was going to be it. Her friend would jump up from Sayomi's lap and probably transform into that sexy war driven Goddess of the battlefield. However, nothing like that occurred to Mako's chagrin. In fact, Ryuko did something that Mako had never thought possibly, she stared crying; bawling like a baby. Snot dripped freely from her nose as tears flew wildly.
"Yuki! Natsumi!" Sayomi called out to her subordinates as she did her utmost to comfort her teen baby. "Remove this girl from my baby's presence. She's scaring her!"
Yuki and Natsumi grabbed a squirming Mako by the arms, one girl for each arm and dragged her to the door. She hollered and called out to Ryuko before the two girls threw her out of the door. The bowl haired girl landed in the empty hallway while Yuki locked the door once she had a chance to do so. Mako got up from the tiled floor and leapt at the door of the Babysitter's Club; pounding on it. "You're not going to take my friend from me!"
Sayomi cooed down at her prize, the mentally reduced, simplified Ryuko Matoi. "Everything is going to be okay. I got rid of the mean girl scaring you."
Yuki walked up to Sayomi. "Now what do you want us to do?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Sayomi asked. Yuki and Natsumi just stood there.
Sayomi sighed. "Get me a diaper and you, Natsumi, grab that white sailor styled onesie with the ruffles on the butt." The President of the Babysitter's Club ordered.
The girls quickly retrieved the items in question. Yuki even grabbed the baby powder and butt cream without being told to do so. Sayomi looked at the oldest girl in the club with a smile. "How did you know that I'd require these items, Yuki?"
"You taught me that powder and anti rash cream are important when you first diapered Natsumi. Also," Yuki paused, blushing profusely before continuing. "You used to use them on me when I was under your care."
"Awww, yes. That was the best week of my life. You gave me so many diapers to change each day. You loved the rash cream if I recall correctly." Sayomi smiled.
"Yes, I, ugh, I really appreciated it. A diaper rash after sleeping in a wet diaper was the worst." Yuki lamented.
"You're lucky I put cream on your butt. You fought me a lot on that first night when I put you to bed at seven in the evening." Sayomi explained.
"I'm sorry, Sayomi. If it's any consolation, I've taken good care of Natsumi during your absence." Yuki offered as she gave the supplies to her younger counterpart. There was a two year gap between the two girls, but the power Sayomi wielded made the senior student feel so inadequate.
The President looked over at Natsumi, who blushed lightly. "You seem to have our initiate taken care of." Sayomi paused and looked at Natsumi's skirt where a soggy diaper hung low, just peeking out. "Save for the wet diaper of course."
Natsumi hid her face behind her hands while Yuki furrowed her brow before addressing Sayomi. "She just wet before you arrived and I couldn't change her in front of Ryuko. If I did, she probably wouldn't have stuck around."
"That's true." Sayomi simply replied as she started to undress Ryuko. She didn't look up as she directed Yuki to her next task."You can change her right now."
Yuki nodded and went to Natsumi while Sayomi tended to Ryuko. The baby brained teen struggled for some reason against the leader of the babysitting club. Sayomi couldn't find any reason for it while she tried to remove Ryuko's Senketsu, ignoring the girl's baby babble.
"No! Unhand me!" The garment called out to deaf ears. Ryuko was the only one capable of hearing him, but didn't really know what he was saying as Sayomi pulled him from her toned body. "Ryuko!"
Tears started falling with renewed vigor as Sayomi stripped Ryuko of her Senketsu. Yuki looked over from her position over Natsumi, a series of crinkles accompanied by a tape being pulled from the disposable diaper. "What's her problem now?" Yuki asked as she opened up Natsumi soaked diaper.
"I really don't know, but it's nothing mommy can't fix!" Sayomi cooed down at her charge while Yuki balled up Natsumi's disposable diaper. Both girl's exchanged awkward glances due to the sheer insanity of the scene before them. Nonetheless, they still realized that their predicament was no less absurd.
The diapering occurred simultaneously. Yuki wiping a mortified Natsumi clean while Sayomi took care to ensure that Ryuko was fresh for her new diaper. The plastic covered garments were placed under the squirming bottoms of both charges. However, one squirmed from humiliation and an urgency to end this shameful ritual while the other was born from an infantile desire to simply react to the sensations her regressed mind interpreted.
Yuki understood wholeheartedly why Natsumi wanted this to end as she, herself, had endured this many times before. Meanwhile, the president of the babysitting club took pleasure in drawing things out as long as possible with her newest toy. She blew kisses onto Ryuko's stomach and cooed down at her new teenaged baby. The two members of the club looked over at their deranged leader before resuming the diaper change and Natsumi sighed in relief as Yuki taped her into her diaper.
The eldest member of the club helped Natsumi to her feet and the two walked over to Sayomi. Although the digitally astute student was thickly diapered, she was accustomed to the bulk between her legs and made the short trip without waddling. Ryuko wouldn't be so lucky since her new babysitter finished taping her into three separate diapers. Yuki and Natsumi looked on in disbelief, this was a massive amount of bulk for any girl to wear and Sayomi wasn't through. The leader guided Ryuko's head and arms through the white sailor styled onesie's openings while the infantilized teen drooled slightly. Sayomi did have some trouble buttoning the snaps of the outfit over the huge pamper.
Once the diapering was completed, Sayomi gazed on in pure bliss. She finally subdued her target and now had her very own baby that no one cared about, but her, and none would ever take from her. Yuki and Natsumi stood awkwardly close to their leader and finally the eldest teen was forced to make their presence known.
"Umm, Sayomi? I finished changing Natsumi."
"What?" The self titled queen of babysitting looked over from her bubbly teen bundle of joy to see her followers standing there.
"See?" Yuki stood behind Natsumi and yanked up the poor girl's skirt, displaying her white pamper to everyone.
"Oh, thats a great job you two." Sayomi's said absent mindedly.
It was almost as if she was too intoxicated by Ryuko's capture to care about her club. The president turned away from the girls and picked up a rattle to dangle in front of Ryuko. This promoted the mentally reduced teen to grab at it and giggle. Yuki lowered Natsumi's skirt and shrugged.
"Okay." Yuki paused looking for the proper words. " So, should we do anything or what?" She didn't intend on it sounding quite that annoyed, but she did just change the pissy diaper of a fellow classmate.
"Ohhh!" Sayomi's eyes little up. "Yes! Grab the the stroller!"
Yuki went past the scattered desks and opened a closet door where the pink stroller rested against the wall. She knew it well as she was chauffeured around in it last year. 'At least I'll never have to undergo that humiliation again. In fact, all eyes would be on Ryuko tomorrow morning.' Yuki thought as she carried this monstrosity over to Sayomi.
"What are you doing?!" The Babysitter hollered as Yuki stood there with the pink stroller. "Set it up!"
Yuki grumbled mildly as she pulled it open and locked the supports firmly into place.The lightweight device had enough strenght to hold the average teenager without buckling. Sayomi may have been crazy, but she was very smart when it came to engineering devices to make her odd fantasies a reality. The pink stroller, now fully stretched out and ready for its cargo, stood tall by Yuki, coming up to about her shoulders.
The eldest student always thought it must have been quite a comedic sight to anyone who saw Sayomi pushing her around in the damned thing. The president was a rather petite thing and couldn't even see past the frame unless she looked to the right or left of the oversized stroller. Yuki could only imagine that It looked as if a little girl was playing house with her oldest sister.
Now the time had come and Sayomi stood up. "You both help my baby get into her stroller and be careful!"
"Yes, Sayomi!" Both teens replied in unison.
"If either of you drop her you'll end up as her younger sister for a week!"
Yuki visibly cringed. She didn't want to revisit that again. "Yes, Sayomi."
The two upperclass girls hoisted Ryuko up simultaneously. Truth be told, Ryuko was quite light for her reputation as a fighter, but both girls figured it'd be best to lift her at the same time than risk dropping her if only one of them attempted to move her. Ryuko merely giggled and smiled as she was lifted and sat into her mobile throne. The teens looked around Ryuko and Yuki realized that she had to buckle the five point harness across the baby brained girl's chest. Her ample bosom made the task tricky, but with a 'click', Ryuko was safely secured into the stroller.
"Good, I don't have to direct you to do everything. Now I have to go home and feed my little Princess here." Sayomi patted Ryuko's bulk through the white onesie. "You two don't need me to tell you that you can go home now, do you?"
Yuki and Natsumi blushed and shook their heads from side to side.
"Good. Dismissed."
Sayomi Hogosha, President of the Honnōji Academy Babysitting club, watched Ryuko from behind a dumpster. The two star student was not exactly blending in to her surroundings due to her school uniform, but she was far enough away from the talk of the town. All eyes were on Ryuko due to the events that had transpired since her arrival at the academy, but Sayomi's eyes were on her for an entirely different reason.
Sayomi Hogosha was not like the other girls at the Academy. Her soul burned with a maternal flame, a desire to protect and watch over her charges. It was this insatiable urge that drove her to establish the Babysitter's club when she was only a Freshman. Now the short girl had fallen for Ryoko, not in a manner typical of teenagers, but in a more motherly fashion. As we speak, Sayomi was having the members of her club prepare the necessary wardrobe that Ryoku would soon be wearing.
The two star student noted that Ryuko entered a modest dwelling down the street and disappeared from her sight. Now that she knew where her baby was staying, she needed to do her homework and not just any homework, but extra credit. Sayomi leapt up from the garbage strewn area and hurried through the alleys toward the cable car that shuttles students to the Academy.
Ryuko closed the door to the Manchuko house and was immediately greeted by Mako.
"Welcome back, Ryuuko!" The girl announced.
"Mako, have you noticed that weird short girl with the black hair?"
"That could be anyone." Mako replied.
"She's been following me all over town, ever since I left the school."
"That is pretty weird."
"Yeah, it is. She carried this odd pink bag with her. Like an oversized purse." Ryuko explained.
"Oh! That must be Sayomi!"
"Say-O-mi?" Ryuko repeated.
"Yeah, she's the president of the babysitting club."
"Alright, I'll go right back to the school and challenge her!"
"Ryuko, you don't even know if she is trying to fight you."
"True. Normally, it's a big deal when one of these clowns try to battle me. The way Sayomi was following me felt different. Like she didn't want me to see her."
"Well, maybe you should go to the babysitters club and ask her what she wants?"
"Yeah, I think that's what I'm going to do." Ryuko turned to the front door and reached for the handle, but felt a familiar weight grab hold of her midsection.
"Let me go with you!" Mako yelled out.
"Fine, but try not to get kidnapped again."
"What's the worst thing that could happen to me?"
"Don't ask. Now let's hurry up and get this over with."
Ryuko and Mako made their way through the slums of Honouji until they boarded the cable car that took the students up to the Academy. All the while Sayomi stalked them from the distance. This time however, she was using binoculars and stood atop a nearby building. Once she saw the girls enter the cable car, she dropped her binoculars and had an internal conflict. Well, it would have been internal if she didn't say everything aloud.
"You shouldn't be doing this, Ryuko can handle herself."
"No! She's just a delicate baby girl who needs mommy Sayomi to protect her."
"She's almost an adult."
"So?! Even adults need their mommy!"
"She's not your baby and she has destroyed all her competition."
"Still, I could get her to quit her tantrums and fighting."
She's going to destroy you too if you
fuck with her."
"She hits her mommy and she'll get a spanking!"
"At least get some leverage on her. If you die then I die too." The rational part of her mind pleaded.
"True..."
Sayomi called ahead to her subordinates in the club. She would have everything ready for her little Ryuko-chan.
"Yuki, I need you and Natsumi to stall Ryuko until I get there."
"Alright, but how are we going to stall her?"
"Use your head or I'll have you in diapers too!"
"Not like it'd be the first time." Yuki muttered.
"Watch yourself. I'd put you on diaper duty if I didn't love changing them so much."
"Alright, I'm sorry." Yuki waited for Sayomi to hang up the phone and turned to Natsumi. "God, she's such a weirdo."
Sayomi put her phone into her link diaper bag and ran towards the Manchuko househehold. She hoped that Yuki and Natsumi could handle Ryuko while she went to tie up a few loose ends. She had the ingenious idea to tell Mrs. Manchuko that Mako and Ryuko would be getting extra credit for volunteering in the Babysitter's club.
Meanwhile, at Honnōji Academy, Ryuko knocked on the door of the Babysitter's club while Mako stood next to her. As the door was gently opened, the girls caught a wiff of baby powder that escaped from the room. An average looking girl who's bangs framed her face stood slightly behind the door. "State your business." The girl with the bangs stated.
"I'm here to talk to whoever this Sayomi girl is." Ryuko asserted.
"Sayomi is our club president and will be back shortly."
"I know that, but what I want to know is why has she been following me everywhere the last couple of days?"
The girl at the door stuck her head out from behind the door and quickly looked both ways. Once she noticed that the coast was clear, she gestured for Ryuko and Mako to enter. The girl stared at her. "This better not be a trick or so help me."
"It's not. Just get your asses in here before Sayomi shows up!"
"Fine!" Ryuko hotly replied, trying to hold back her annoyance.
The door opened to reveal the class that the Babysitter's club called home. Various desks were towards the back, but a few odd things caught the newcomer's eyes. There was a sewing machine or two by the teacher's desk, random color clothes lay finished or halfway completed, but what truly shocked the girls was a giant crib and high chair positioned in the center of the room.
"Why the hell do you have that?!" Ryuko exclaimed, pointing at the crib.
A new girl appeared from a door in the back of the room. Ryuko knew it wasn't Sayomi due to the girl's glasses and short bowl haircut that was similar to Mako's save for the pink bow she wore in her hair. As the new girl walked towards them, the sound of crinkling grew louder. "That's used for an initiation ritual." The girl wearing glasses explained.
"Natsumi, I thought you were supposed to be in timeout." The girl with the bangs and flowing black hair turned towards her friend.
"Yuki, Sayomi isn't here so I'm not going to do this baby crap if I don't have to."
"Your diaper is still on though." Yuki smirked.
"If get caught with it off again then that crazy bitch will spank me!"
"Yeah, I know. Don't act like I didn't have to go through the same shit when I joined last year." Yuki grimaced.
"I bet you didn't have diaper rash as bad as I do right now. Why do you think I tried to take it off earlier?" Natsumi whined.
"Look, it sucks, but you have it easy compared to what I dealt with last year."
The two girls spoke to one another like Mako and Ryuko weren't even there. Mako was genuinely curious about this club. She'd heard about it, but didn't really want anything to do with it because of all the strange rumors. Now she realized that the rumors were true.
"Yeah, but this really isn't worth it. I wish the computer club wasn't full. I am much better at hacking then playing the part of Sayomi's damn doll."
"Well, this is the only open club on campus. It's either this or you don't join a club and your family goes back to the slums. Just be lucky Sayomi has been busy this week."
Ryuko was getting sick of listening to this pointless babbling and bitching. She came here for answers and all she was getting was drama and the weirdest club she ever seen in her life. Living in garbage was preferably better than pissing in a diaper or worse. Finally she came to the conclusion that she was being ignored by these two clowns.
"Hey! Enough talk about diaper drama!"
Natsumi and Yuki were slightly startled and quickly blushed.
"Sorry." They both said in unison.
"Look, I want to know why this Sayomi has been so busy following me everywhere."
"That's what we're wondering too." Yuki replied.
"Yeah, I'm going through her little game to join the club and Yuki has basically been babysitting." Natsumi shifted from one foot to another.
"True, Sayomi takes great pride in babysitting. She didn't even leave me alone when I first joined. I haad to be her baby for a week last year. The crazy bitch even made me sit in a stroller and pushed me around the Academy. Then she took me home to her house after school. " Yuki lamented.
"Wow...ugh..I guess I am lucky. She just changed me once or twice." Natsumi blushed.
Yuki looked like she was about to explode. "Are you kidding me?!"
"No...umm..." Natsumi should fidgeted in place. Shriveling under Yuki's gaze.
"She made me wear a damn onesie to school everyday and you're in your uniform!"
"Yeah, but I still have to wear a diaper under it." Natsumi blurted out without thinking which caused Yuki to snap.
"You think that's bad? I got public diaper changes in the hall. Hell, on the last day of being her baby, I had to undergo potty training in the middle of home economics class! I had to sit on a giant plastic duck potty chair while everyone stared at me!"
"Idiots!" Ryuko yelled. She was getting tired of this pissing contest between these two morons.
The two girls fell silent and looked from one another and back to Ryuko. Yuki was still recovering from her outburst, red with rage in her face. A hissing sound piecrced the akward silence while Natsumi was red from blushing. All eyes turned on Natsumi.
"You didn't just do what I think you did. Did you?" Ryuko asked.
"I think she wet her diaper!" Mako announced what everyone was thought, but dared not to say.
"That's it!" Yuki cried out. "I've had enough of this!"
"Now that the peanut gallery has been taken care of. Would one of you two brats tell me why my sisters are brain dead?!”
The normally forceful Sarah was at a loss for words, knowing that she couldn't talk her way out of this. She scanned the area around herself, looking for the device. If only she could blast Lee, then she'd be queen of the Cul de Sac!
"You got three seconds or I'm gonna pound ya!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Sarah's limp waisted cohort cried out and pulled out the device from his back pocket. "It was this thing. Sarah used it on them!"
"You little weasel!" The little redhead was livid and pounced at her friend. Instantly Jimmy was knocked down, sending the device flying out from his grasp. A ball of rage and smoke enveloped the two kids while Sarah gave him a solid beating. Lee could care less about that as she watched the gizmo hit the floor, shattering into a million pieces.
All eyes suddenly looked at the spot where the infantalizer ray met its end. Only the two overgrown babies in the house didn't look, transfixed on either sucking their oversized pacifiers, like Marie, or playing with their feet and suckling their toes like Nazz was doing. Either way, it didn't matter who was watching or not, the only device which would have solved all of this infantile mayhem had been destroyed.
"My goodness!" Double D called out, briskly running to the spot where the ray had broken into a million pieces. “What ever will we do now? My device is ruined!"
“That was your do-dad?" Lee looked at the beanie wearing genius for a moment, waiting for his response.
"Yes. It was."
“Look, you got brains, you're gonna fix it. Either that or make a new one. I don't care how, but you're gonna make this right."
"Yes, Lee. You're right. This is all my fault."
The redheaded Kanker plucked a scrappy Sarah off of Jimmy, holding her up by the belt of her jeans. "Nah, this one is the one who did the damage. See what she did to Marie and May." The blue haired Kanker happily bobbed up and down in her makeshift baby bouncer.
In reality, the Ed's were responsible for the Kanker sisters trip back to babyhood and Double was just moments away from spilling the beans until Eddy put his hand over Double D's mouth.
"Yep, Sarah did it all. We're going to get right to work on that new ray for you." Eddy walked backwards, holding Double D's mouth shut, as they both made their way to where Ed stood by the door.
"Not so fast, sweet cheeks. You and the big lug gotta babysit my sisters until that gizmo is fixed."
“We'll be as gentle as kittens babysitting a bowl of jello."
The two boys stared at their big friend for a second.
"Yeah, what Ed said. Umm, I think I hear May crying, probably needs a diaper change!" Eddy quickly ran out of the door dragging Double D with him as Ed followed closely behind.
"As for you." Lee eye balled Sarah.
“Let me go! I didn't do anything!"
"Sure, you didn't do nuthin. Obviously, my sister hung her diaper from the roof for fun, right?"
Sarah couldn't answer the rhetorical question and squirmed fiercely, trying to free herself from Lee's grip. "Just let me go!"
“No can do, but I got an idea." Lee smiled maliciously at her captive causing Sarah to gulp in distress.
*Later That Day*
The sun was shining down upon the Cul de Sac as the Ed's were hard at work. Double D was midway through repairing the device that had caused this bizarre series of events. Nuts and bolts screwed in, relays soldered to their respective components and calibrations being made while the young genius sat at a table in his front yard.
Meanwhile, on the sidewalk in front of Double D, Eddy was wrist deep in yet another dirty diaper that May had produced. While Eddy complained about the diapering, May was gurgling spit bubbles and generally looking like no one was home upstairs.
Ed on the other hand, was having a blast playing piggyback with Marie. The natural childlike mind of Ed had no problem making the blue haired teen baby giggle and laugh. Their minds were almost on an equal footing save for the fact that Marie was literally a toddler, mentally speaking. As Ed played with Marie, Nazz sat in a playpen nearby, shaking a rattle and occasionally gumming it and trying to chew it, which ultimately ended with her sucking on the plastic orb. Regardless, she was content in her filled pamper, happily playing in the playpen. The Ed's had to keep her in the baby jail because they had found out that morning that she was a little free spirit, wandering off at a moment's notice.
"Ouch!" Sarah cried out as Lee hit her square in the back, sending her rolling forward on her tricycle. The young terror was clad in a thick disposable diaper, like the Kanker sisters and Nazz. However, the only difference between her and the other babies was the simple fact that she still had her mind intact. No baby brained bliss for her. Nope, Lee wanted her to be humiliated in front of the entire Cul de Sac and she soon became the laughing stock of the neighborhood. Kevin, Rolf and Johnny all busted up laughing at her diapered state as she rode around, embarrassed and degraded on her little bike.
------The End?-------
*Back At Double D’s House*
"What a sap. Grade A sucker written all over the little twerp!"
Eddy laughed as he held up a jar with about a dollar in quarters in it.
"I would've went as low as a nickel to get rid of a Kanker!"
However, Double D was still in a deep melancholy. There was no way that the young prodigy could take part in his pal's merriment. After all, he had single hardly turned two normal, teenage girls into overgrown infants. Before Eddy could yell at his partner in crime, there was a loud knock at the door.
“Who could that be? Better not be Sarah. I said no refunds!"
Eddy declared as he ran over to the door and held it shut. The siege didn't last long as Eddy pushed against it with all his might. He was no match for Lee Kanker, wielding Ed like a battering ram. The door flattened the young con artist, while Lee took a step forward, holding Ed under her arm.
She stood atop the fallen oak door and yelled out. "Where's my sisters?"
Lee jumped down from the door and dropped Ed as she ran over to May. The baby brained blond was deep throating a rattle. Every now and then her gums rubbed up against the stiff, round plastic of the infantile toy. She cooed and gurgled, spilling drool all over the tray in front of her as she sucked on it. "What the heck is the matter with you? Is that a dyuper?" Lee asked, dumbfounded as she lifted up her bangs to get a better look at her blank eyed, slack jawed baby sister.
Eddy sprung out from under the door, like an accordion, dizzy and razzled. "Did anybody get the number of that truck?"
Big Ed grabbed his buddy and shook some sense back into him. "I'm sorry Eddy!" The big lug cried. "I circled the wagons as best as I could!"
Eddy shook off his stupor induced state. "All you had to do was keep her distracted until we could fix her sister and now-"
“Will someone tell me what the heck is going on around here?!"
Double D looked up from his moody self pity session. "I'm sorry, Lee. My newest invention has rendered May and Marie into a bunch of drooling vegetables."
“Ed loves potatoes!" "That's not what I meant, Ed. Anyway I-"
"Look, Mr. Science. You did this and that means that you can fix it."
“But, Lee. I can't even begin to-"
"No, buts or else I'm gonna put you inna crib with Marie."
"You can't do that! What about my scam?!" Eddy whined.
"Don't you worry about a thing. We can raise umm all over again while you're the daddy. And guess who's gonna be on diaper duty."
Eddy sidestepped over to Double D and whispered into his ear. "You better fix this sockhead!"
"Eddy, I have to get the device back and calibrate it."
“Uurrrgggh. Let's go find those twerps!"
*Meanwhile, back at Nazz's house*
"Sarah, I think Marie made a stinky."
"Darn it, Jimmy. I'm bored of that dolly."
Marie laid totally oblivious in her pram, sucking the thick rubber bulb of her pacifier. She felt a wet and mushy load in her pampers, but it didn't concern her. Soothing the ache in her toothless gums proved to be a much more urgent endeavor for the dimwitted teen baby. Her slick gums rubbed against the enlarged nipple of the binky. Occasionally, she'd bite on it or chew on it to really get the gums working.
"But Sarah, she's our responsibility now."
"Okay, fine. But you gotta get the supplies."
Sarah stood up from her latest fashion show. Nazz had gotten the full treatment, a baby dress, make up and even a new hair do. Before Jimmy called Sarah away from Nazz, the poor babified teen was being teased by Sarah with a large, fat binky.
*In The Cul-De-Sac*
Ed led the way, sniffing the ground like a Bloodhound, as Double D, Eddy and Lee Kanker followed.
May currently laid back in the makeshift pram, furiously chomping on a ring toy. Her legs pushed wide and dangling off the sides by a huge disposable diaper that was held in place by the yellow onesie. Her eldest sister pushed her along while the poor, baby brained girl worked on a circular teething toy, chewing on the ring which had little bumps and indentations all over it. The object tasted like plastic to the incapacitated, overgrown infant, but was also quite squishy and soothing to her toothless gums. Drool enveloped the infantile object and much of her chin. Lee would occasionally look down at her baby sister and quickly look away. The redhead pitied May greatly and couldn't wait to find the two brats and set things straight. "Where's that big lug leading us?"
"According to my calculations and, Ed's keen sense of smell, I believe that Nazz's house is our destination." Double D replied.
"As long as we get that qizmo back, I don't care if he leads us to the moon."
*Back at Nazz's House*
A squelching sound rang out as Sarah lowered Marie onto the table that appeared with a babified Nazz.
"Nurse, I need the supplies." Sarah held out her gloved hand to Jimmy.
"Just a minute, Doctor." Jimmy struggled to find the powder and wipes.
An annoyed growl came from the pint sized redhead. "How am I supposed to work under these conditions?!"
"I'm sorry, Doctor Sarah!" Jimmy finally handed her a large diaper bag.
"Open it up and hand me some wipes!"
"Whoops, sorry." Jimmy did as he was told, handing Sarah some baby wipes and wiping a drop of sweat off of his brow.
"Powder!"
Jimmy fumbled with the canister of talcum, dropping it to the floor while Marie giggled and blew spit bubbles.
"Faster!" Sarah barked, hand still empty and waiting.
"Here." Jimmy finally retrieved the can of powder and quickly handed it to his friend.
Sarah rapidly dumped half the can all over Marie's stomach, crotch and butt.
"Disposable!"
Jimmy feverishly dug through the diaper bag and came up empty handed. He ended up turning the bag upside down and dumping the bag's contents on the floor.
"What's taking so long?!"
"I could only find this." Jimmy held up a big cloth diaper and safety pin.
"Alright, I guess I'll have to improvise." Sarah stated with a grin.
*Outside Nazz's House*
"Howaga!" Ed stood on all fours, pointing at Nazz's door in a dog pose.
“Good work, sparky." Eddy praised his big counterpart and gave him a dog treat.
"Out of the way!" Lee abandoned the pram and May to bust down the door. The crashing down of the front door silenced the symphony of laughter that Sarah and Jimmy produced. The two brats looked away from their infantile display and starred at the door like a pair of deers caught in the path of headlights.
"What the heck did you twerps do to Marie?!" Lee demanded firmly, pointing at her blue haired sister.
Marie was sucking on a big binky, drooling profusely while suspended from the ceiling by a pair of straps which attached to her oversized cloth diaper. She was getting one hell of a wedgie, but she was too brain dead to realize it.
Sarah and Jimmy stammered, searching for an answer to the question posed by the toughest bully in Peach Creek.
Eddy and Double D stepped over the damaged threshold, and Ed, to enter Nazz's home. Each boy was stunned by the state Marie Kanker was displayed in, save for Eddy who started laughing like a madman. Lee quickly shot a look their way which caused the Eds to practically freeze in place.
Sarah and Jimmy walked together as the boy with braces pushed a stroller which contained the blue haired Kanker. Unbeknownst to the two youngsters, Marie's diaper was saturated, but she did not alert them to her current soggy state. She was so much more interested in her surroundings and gazed at the various houses which lined the cul-de-sac while she laid back in the carriage. Nearby, the blond diva of the neighborhood emerged from her house. She did a few stretches on her doorstep and stood up straight. That's when she noticed the large baby pram and called out to the two tykes.
"Woah dudes. Who's that in the stroller?"
Sarah sighed as Jimmy smiled and pushed the pram towards Nazz. "It's our new baby!" Jimmy jubilantly stated.
“Yeah, bought the brat off of Eddy for fifty cents." Sarah added.
"Umm, is she okay?" Nazz looked down at a drooling Marie.
"She's fine." Sarah reached in and patted the teen's diaper. "Maybe a little wet."
"Eww, gross!" Nazz exclaimed, feeling repulsed.
“That's what babies do, missy."
“Jimmy's right. We need to go find a towel and get her changed." Sarah explained.
"I have some diapers you can have. I am a babysitter after all."
The redhead was getting a bit annoyed by Nazz. Always stealing Double D's attention and now trying to one up her baby caring skills. 'She really needs an attitude adjustment.' Sarah thought. Then she remembered that she had the bizarre remote which made May and Marie mentally infantile.
"Thanks, Nazz. Can we change her in your house?" Sarah smiled a fake, toothy grin.
“Yeah, I guess. Just make sure she doesn't leak on my carpet."
Nazz led the two children and their oversized teen baby into her home. Jimmy had some trouble getting the carriage up the lone doorstep, but with Sarah's help, he got her through the door and inside. Marie started wailing, her wet diaper had grown clammy against her crotch.
"Sarah! Do something. She's so loud!" Jimmy whined.
“It's okay, little dude. I got this." Nazz quickly scooped up the crying Kanker from the pram and took her over to the coffee table.
"Stop showing off!" Sarah snapped.
"What's your problem?" Nazz turned around holding Marie on her side. It was an awkward sight. The blond balancing a girl that was as tall as her on her hip.
“I'm tired of you trying to act like you're better than me!" Sarah pointed the remote towards her blond rival.
Nazz started laughing. "The TV's over there, dude."
Sarah merely smiled, enjoying just how oblivious the blond bimbo was to the power that she wielded in her hand. The redhead slowly raised her left index finger up and then slammed it down upon the large, red button on the red remote. "Bye bye."
A beam of light shot out at Nazz, enveloping her and causing the blond to drop Marie. The startled Kanker fell on the carpet with a squish and watched the light manipulate Nazz's clothes.
"What the-!" Nazz cried out. Her blue pants crept up her slender legs and started wrinkling and crinkling as they turned into plastic. The blue material not only began to make crunching and crinkly noises, it also turned a shiny shade of white while bunching up between her legs.
Meanwhile, her shirt started to shrink, turning into a bib. A pacifier mysterious manifested itself into the teen's mouth. She took unsteady steps backwards, trying to escape the beam. However, she tripped over what was left of her shoes and fell onto the very coffee table that moments earlier she had planned to change Marie on. In an instant the table, affected by the beam, grew taller, filling with baby supplies, growing a padded top, and a mobile sprouted out of nowhere over the changing table. Soon the beam faded and revealed the results of the transformation which had mostly obscured by the bright light; Nazz laid on her front, atop the former coffee table turned padded changing table, her brain a thousand miles away.
The baby brained teen blinked dumbly and started to use her tongue to explore the angles and curves of the bulbous silicone teat which now occupied her toothless maw. The binky's bulb caused her to feel every detail of her gum's various smooth ridges and bumps. Saliva aided her suckling as she started to drool slightly, spittle leaving her mouth from around the shield of the pacifier and coated her chin and bib in drool.
"Sarah!?" Jimmy cried. "What did you do?!"
"Made us another dolly, silly."
Sarah stomped into Double D's room in her typical angry demeanor. Upon entering, she immediately yelled out to Eddy who stood closest to the open door. "Where's my big brother?!"
After shouting, the young brat saw May in the baby bouncer. She didn't know what to say so she looked over at May's sister Marie, who was also diapered and acting strangely. With a raised eyebrow she turned and sstared at Double D. "What's going on in here and where is Ed?!"
“Nothing, we're just, ummm... running an adoption service!”
The ever quick on his toes scammer announced. Eddy made sure to smile and point to May Kanker. The baby brained May merely blew spit bubbles while slapping the drool on her tray as everyone looked at her.
"What's the catch?” Sarah asked, looking skeptical.
“We don't supply the diapers."
"I don't want to change diapers!" Sarah groaned.
"Look, I see you and railroad tracks playing with dolls all the time. This is the real thing. I figured for a buck you'd buy a new dolly, but if you don't want them we can turn them back to normal." Eddy bluffed.
"They're babies?" Sarah said, stunned.
"Yeah, Double D did it."
"I guess I'll take the blue haired one. Give you a quarter."
"What?!" Eddy screeched. "A dollar!"
With the negotiations well underway, Double D was still mumbling and feeling guilty about what his invention had done to May and Marie. Meanwhile, Marie stared at him with her big, unknowing eyes, clearly devoid of thought and logic. A trail of drool cascaded down her crimson lipstick covered lips and onto her chin. She waddled clos to Double D and locked eyes with him.
"Sold!" Eddy declared. "Give me my quarters!"
Sarah tossed a few coins over her shoulder at Eddy, who caught them in a jar, while she walked towards the diaper clad punk girl. The pint sized terror smiled at the scene before her.
"Looks like you're too young for Double D now." The redhead giggled.
"Ama babu da" Marie slurred slightly in an unintelligible response.
“Thank you, Double D. Come along, baby poo!" Sarah picked up the device next to the sock headed inventor and walked out of the room with it as Marie crawled out after her.
"Jimmy!" The girl announced as she exited the house. "Bring the baby carriage over here!"
The boy with the braces came running while pushing the old fashion pram. "Yes, Sarah. I'm coming!"
Before the redhead could answer, Marie toddled out of the house behind her new babysitter. At some point the blue haired teen baby managed to rise to her feet and shakily took a few steps forward toddlerling past Sarah. However, once she got past the door step she instantly tripped due to her severe lack of coordination and fell into the baby carriage.
"Look at the cute baby, Sarah!" Jimmy swooned while Sarah looked into the stroller, making sure that her new dolly was safe.
The little girl quickly pulled a red baby
dress over's Marie's head and fixed her hair into pigtails. She then popped a massive pacifier into the surprised girl's toothless mouth. Marie looked up at Sarah, eyes devoid of thought, as her mouth went into autopilot, suckling the binky for all she was worth. A warm feeling enveloped her thickly, diaper clad crotch while she bathed in all the nice, warm, fussy sensations which overwhelmed her babied brain. Her gums were being massaged and her bladder was relieved; the teen baby felt at peace with everything.
"Let's go show off our new baby." Sarah grinned as she held the device. Jimmy nodded and started pushing the stroller down the cul-de-sac with his best friend and new baby doll.
Adventures in Ed Sitting:
"Yoo hoo, boys!"
Double D and Eddy turned away from May Kanker, who bounced around in her bouncer mindlessly, and spotted a bizarre sight at their door.
"When did you blast her, Double D?!" Eddy questioned in a nervous tone as he pointed at the open door where Marie Kanker stood. The blue haired teen was blowing a spit bubble as she stood there in the doorway, wearing only a thick, white disposable diaper. The diapered girl shook her plastic encased bottom teasingly as she basked in the attention of having every eye in the room gazing at her. She then bent her knees and stuck out her diapered butt, wiggling it seductively, while she puckered her lips. They were a crimson red from her freshly applied lipstick.
"I noticed that you guys were paying May all the attention, but I'm the bigger baby now." She wiggles her padded bum seductively. "So, now that I'm the bigger baby, when are you boys going to change me" The blue haired teen winked.
"You've got to be kidding me?!" Eddy called out, exasperated by this change of events.
Meanwhile, Double D was looking down and away from the diapered vixen in front of him. He was overcome by shyness and blushed profusely. He would never admit it to his friends, but he did have a crush on the blue haired teen from the trailer park. He looked up slightly, only to stammer out random strings of gibberish. "Aye umm, yeah, well, no. I mean...ugh."
“Spit it out brainiac!" Eddy screeched.
“What?! Am I not babyish enough for ya?!" Marie whined.
"We're not running a daycare here you know." Eddy barked.
"I bet you'd make a lot of money if you did." Marie shot back at Eddy.
“Money!" Eddy's eyes lit up with large dollar signs.
“Now Double D, I've been a bad baby, are you gonna spank me?" Marie slowly waddled over to the anxious genius.
Once she got close enough, she gently placed a hand onto his shoulder. The poor boy fidgeted and dropped the device to the floor causing the device to activate. A mighty blast shot out from the tip of the antenna at the end of the mechanism and illuminated Marie's eyes. Time stood still for a second or two as the teen's brain waves were severely altered. The blue haired diaper girl slouched slightly, bending her knees at a ninety degree angle as she started pushing out a fresh load into her oversized Huggies. Her vacant gaze stared straight into Double D's eyes the entire time as drool lingering on her lips. The infantilized teen slapped her behind while she filled the disposable to capacity and then yelled out a toddlerish remark.
"I made poopie."
"Oh my! Marie!?" Edd stared at the baby brained teen slouching in front of him.
"What have I done?!"
Eddy slapped his forehead in deep frustration."I'm not getting paid enough for this."
"Aarrrggghhhh!" A deep growl called out from beyond the doorway.
"Oh great. Now what?!"
Adventures In Ed Sitting:
"Hey sockhead!"
Double D turned away from the device he was trying to recalibrate and responded to his pint sized friend.
"Yes, Eddy?"
"How much longer until we can fix this overgrown brat?"
"I'm almost finished. Just a few slight adjustments and May will be back to normal."
"You said that almost ten minutes ago. I don't want to wait until she fills her pamper."
"Look, Eddy. I wasn't the one that came up with this little babysitting scheme."
"Don't give me any lip.” Eddy growled. “We're all gonna get it if the Kankers find their sister like this."
"Thankfully, Ed's distracting them right now."
*Cut away to Ed running around the Kanker's trailer as he's being chased by Marie and Lee Kanker*
Eddy and Double D's conversation was interrupted by the large teen baby crying her eyes out as she bounced around in her baby bouncer. She held up an empty bottle as her toothless gums were on full display. The blond was so thirsty even though she drained the entire baba mere seconds ago.
"Shut it!" Eddy yelled as he picked up the large pacifier off of the tray and stuffed it into May's toothless mouth.
Instantly her muffled cries dissipated and were replaced by the rhythmic suckling of the rubber nipple. The blond couldn't comprehend what the boys were arguing about, but now she didn't care. Her gums felt relieved by the gentle caress of the soother. Poor girl was basically teething afterall. She drooled as she tried to understand what had happened to her. There was a bright flash of light and she went from being a big girl, who went to school, to being in this onesie and diaper. Focusing on the past only made things more fussy, it felt better to just focus on the binky. Her big buck teeth felt like they had just come in and they needed to be massaged.
A rumble from her stomach caught her attention as a warmth spread across her crotch. She giggled from behind her pacifier which allowed some drool to flow down her chin as the mess within her huggies spread.
Edd gasped. "Oh my goodness. What is that smell?!"
"Damn it, sockhead. I told you to hurry up!"
"Please let me go!" Nurse Joy begged as the conveyor belt carried her to a new area that looked a bit like a car wash.
Misty watched her former captor enter the washing station and grinned. The horrible nurse was going to be hosed down and forcibly given a bath against her will. This couldn't get any better!
The struggling nurse found herself staring up at a series of showerheads as the conveyor belt slowed to a stop. They all leaked water, small soapy beads dripping down onto her naked flesh. Each one was waiting to be activated and the bound nurse knew that it was only a matter of time before they blasted her with water. She could wait for the inevitable spray as the seconds grew by, making her anxiety rise. it wouldn't have been that bad if she was naked, but the bloated disposable diaper taped against her crotch, sloshing around with her every movement. felt so slimy and disgusting as Misty's mess caressed Joy's womanly ass.
"At least take this diaper off before you wash me!"
Misty stopped laughing and felt a pang of guilt well up in her heart. She wasn't as bad as Nurse Joy. Sure, she could take pleasure at her captor's expense, but regardless of how terrible Nurse Joy had treated her, Misty knew that she couldn't just keep Nurse Joy in that filthy diaper.
"Stop crying, you big baby. I'll get you out of that diaper!" Misty yelled as ran over to where Nurse Joy had dropped the remote control and picked it up.
"Thank you!" Nurse Joy shouted.
"Umm, how does this thing even work?" The diapered, Gym Leader asked.
"Just hit the-"
Nurse Joy was interrupted by a cascade of water pelting her body and face. The shiwerheads were blasting her at all angles, causing her to try and roll away from their hydro pump like sprays. However, Joy was still strapped down and could do nothing but kick as the outer shell of her brown tinged diaper was covered in water. As she tried to fight against the torrential downpour, the water started getting into her screaming mouth, leaving a soapy taste on her tongue and in her mouth in general.
"Acckk!" Nurse Joy cried, spitting out some of the water.
"Calm down!" Misty yelled, upset with herself for starting up the machine.
The annoyed and diapered redhead had no clue how the remote worked and wasn't sure if she should even press another button. But the gurgled shouts coming from Joy told her that she had to do something or else the crazy nurse might drown! So, despite how uncertain she was, Misty pressed another button.
The once dormant loofahs started up and began to polish the wet and annoyed nurse. She felt the spinning buffers gently but firmly clean every inch of her body. Each microscopic bristle was going over her methodically, buffing her bouncing breasts until they shined while simultaneously polishing the front of her dirty diaper as soapy shower water continued to rain down on her. This went on for a good couple of minutes as Misty watched the spinning buffers gently but firmly clean every inch of Joy's body.
"Why won't this stupid thing tell the machine to take off her diaper?!" Misty cried out in annoyance as started randomly pressing buttons.
Suddenly, the frozen Joybot started to move, walking away from Misty as it made its way towards the opposite side of the warehouse. Misty and Joy might have questioned where it was going, but they were more occupied by the fact that the showerheads and buffers stopped which left the diapered Nurse drenched and shivering. Still, it was enough of a victory for them to ignore the walking robot.
Joy couldn't have cared any less about her robotic doppelganger. Her hair was an absolute mess, covering her face and obscuring her view. The Pokemon nurse focused her mouth and blew upwards to get her sopping wet hair out of her face.
"Press the button with a diaper on it and the conveyor belt will change me!" Nurse Joy exclaimed as she laid there, shivering like a wet Rattata.
Misty nodded and hit the button with a diaper icon on it. She had been avoiding it because the last thing she wanted was for the machine to either check her own diaper or put another diaper over Nurse Joy's dirty diaper.
A new sequence was engaged as a pair of mechanical hands appeared from the sides of the conveyor belt. Nurse Joy wasn't startled, she had specifically designed this machine to perform a diaper change at any interval that required it. As much as the pink haired woman longed to be a mother, changing diapers wasn't exactly the highlight of motherhood. She especially hated dirty diapers now that she had been trapped in Misty's for close to ten minutes now.
With minimal effort, the two mechanical arms lifted up her legs and untapped Joy's brown tinged, bulging disposable. Slowly, the gloved hands peeled the destroyed diaper away from her skin, exposing her plump, poop covered posterior to Misty. The young redhead turned away, grossed out by how much muck was covering her former captor's crotch.
*Baby Is Not Clean! Re-Engaging Cleaning Protocol*
Nurse Joy's shot open in shock as a powerful geyser of water blasted her poop covered backside and pussy, washing away the caked on poop from her private areas. This powerful jet of water repeatedly sprayed her like a bidet to rinse her clean before the conveyor belt moved again, leaving Joy blushing from head to toe.
"At least you're out of that diaper." Misty called out to Joy as the young girl had finally look up from the ground and noticed that her kidnapper was clean.
"Thank you, sweetie. Now press the re-"
"Hair Detected! Hair Removal Activated!"
The announcement and subsequent appearance of a lone, robotic arm going towards her crotch with a razor attachment at the end of it caused Nurse Joy to freeze in fear, cutting off her instructions to Misty.
"No, please," she begged and shook her head back and forth. "Not my bush!"
Joy laid her head back and tried to scooch her body away from the approaching shaving instrument. A loud cry of humiliation echoed throughout the facility as the razor arm came into contact with her pubic mound and proceeded to shave her crotch. With one quick motion, a long line had been drawn down the center of Joy's pink bush. However, the machine didn't stop with just one swipe, it continued to shave her until there was no hair left on her crotch. Satisfied with the job performed, the razor arm moved down to her butt and shaved inside her cheeks, giving her tight hole a smooth as silk feeling.
"I think this might do something!" Misty called out as she hit a red button.
Nurse Joy could only guess what Misty had done as yet another arm came from the ceiling and hovered over her no smooth crotch. She then heard the loud hiss of a nozzle being pressed as a cool foam was sprayed onto her shaved crotch, sizzling and stinging a bit as it leaked into her pours and dissolved any remaining hair follicle with a special skin safe acid, ensuring that nothing would ever grow there again!
"You stupid little girl!" Nurse Joy shouted as the sting of the chemicals burned her few remaining pubes. "That's hair remover, you idiot!"
"You don't want my help?" Misty asked. "Fine, I'll just randomly press all the buttons and we will see what happens!"
*Drying Sequence Engaged!*
Joy's pleas and apologies were overpowered as a group of industrial sized air dryers, normally meant for hands, but larger, roared as they came alive. Each unit blasted Nurse Joy with warm air as she struggled in place on the conveyor belt. She was quickly moved along by the conveyor past each giant dryer. It wasn't ideal, but at least her wet hair and body was getting dried off.
"Stop this crazy thing!"
Ironically enough, the button Misty had just pressed caused the belt to stop. For a brief moment, Nurse Joy felt relieved until a menacing gloved hand appeared holding a pair of metal clippers.
"Time for a haircut!" Misty announced with a chuckle.
The pink haired Nurse squealed and started squirming in her restraints as the machine went to work cutting off her looping hair. Joy didn't have to see what the machine was doing, she could feel the weight leaving her neck as the clippers snipped away at her locks, leaving her with a lot less hair. With only the precision that a machine could produce, Nurse Joy's once long hair looked just like Misty's short hair style. It had even put a little hair tie to create the side tail Misty wore.
'Ugh, why did I have to program Misty's hair style into the conveyor belt?!'
A loud series of footsteps echoed as they grew closer. Both Misty and Joy turned their attention to the approaching sound of metal walking on concrete. Growing ever closer was the Joybot, but there was something off about her appearance. Her once slender chassis had been replaced for a massive glass dome which stretched from her metallic hips to her now latex bag like breasts.
"What happened to your robot?" If Misty didn't know any better, she would've guessed that the robot had somehow became pregnant, but that was impossible.
Unbeknownst to the two diapered women, Misty had activated an "upgrade" sequence when she was mashing buttons earlier. The button she clicked had ordered the robotic image of Joy to enter an area specially designed to equip the machine with the womb and breast upgrades that Nurse Joy had specifically requested Team Rocket provide her robot.
Nurse Joy's jaw dropped when she saw that her giant metal clone was sitting down at the end of the conveyor belt, its legs stretching wide to allow her robotic vagina to open. The synthetic birth canal beckoned to her, waiting for the grown woman to be forced into it.
These upgrades were supposed to be for transporting her newly kidnapped daughters! She had them planned for carrying her future babies long distances without them going thirsty or being able to escape, not for imprisoning her inside her very own creation!
"Misty!" Nurse Joy cried out in desperation, hoping that the girl would listen to her."You have to cancel the order to carry me! Press the red button!"
"No." Misty replied before adding. "Maybe you'll learn your lesson if I let you stew in there for the next nine months."
Joy's mouth hung open, shocked by how Misty was acting. The pink haired nurse was about to shout at Misty when a robotic hand shoved something rubbery into her mouth. The oddly shaped device was wedged firmly in place, no amount of pulling could pry the pacifier like object from her mouth.
Suddenly, Joy felt feet grow warm and wet as the conveyor belt fed the grown woman into the Joybot's artificial vagina. It had enveloped her feet first, but then slowly took in her legs which pinned Joy in place, forcing her to stay put as she tried to wriggle free. However, that just helped the tunnel like crevice suck her up faster until the machine had swallowed her naked body up to her shoulder blades. With one last muffled shout, Nurse Joy's head disappeared past the rubber folds of the Joybot's vagina.
Nurse Joy could feel herself being fed into what seemed to be a small chamber(this chamber turned out to be her new womb) she realized that she had to escape before she ended up trapped in this glass bubble! Sadly for her, the vagina was sealing itself shut as water suddenly started to fill her glass and metal prison. Joy panicked and tried to keep her head above the rapidly filling water as a long cord fell from the roof of the chamber and snapped itself onto the pacifier that had been forced into Joy's mouth, giving Joy the ability to breath.
Something started to flow into Nurse Joy's mouth. Something that tasted sweet and creamy. Something that she couldn't spit out as she was forced to drink it or drown. The liquid wouldn't stop coming, causing Joy to become uncomfortable and full.
Misty watched the bizarre scene unfold from outside the giant Joybot. She could hear Joy kicking against the glass as a mixture of milk and oxygen flowed through the tubes into her face mask. The milk that came from the robot's fake breasts was Nurse Joy's own milk. In a weird turn of fate, Misty watched the thirtysomething year old nurse drink her own breast milk as she floated in a custom made artificial womb.
"Serves you right. You should have never kidnapped me!" Misty stated in a righteous tone as she stared at the trapped Pokemon Nurse floating in the artificial glass womb. "Now I got to get out of this diaper and get out of here!
To Be Continued…?
"No!" Misty whined. "I don't want to be given a bath!"
The redhead stared at the giant metal monstrosity that was lumbering it's way towards her. She had no idea why she had cried out that she didn’t want a bath. Not only did it sound pathetically juvenile, like something a toddler would say, but Misty loved the water. Under different circumstances, a bath would've been exactly what she needed to soothe her nerves.
Nurse Joy stood there, frozen in place, unsure of what her giant doppelganger was talking about. Misty hadn’t wet her diaper, in the traditional sense, but deep in the back of her mind, Joy felt the troubling touch of anxiety creep into her subconscious, threatening to consume her. What if the robot was talking about her? What if it was going to wash her? She was covered in Misty's piss and wasn't wearing a diaper after all!
A steady ratcheting of gears and cogs sounded as the electronically driven machine walked up to the two women. It sounded like the machine was struggling in its movements internally. Not so much that it was having trouble mechanically, but that the machine's interior computer was having difficulty plotting its next move.
Finally, the Joybot looked down at her human counterpart, staring at her like she was a naughty child who had broken mommy's rules. The pink haired Pokemon nurse clenched her eyes shut, waiting for her inevitability diapering and infantile imprisonment. However, as she stood there, for what felt like minutes, nothing happened. She didn’t feel the cold hands of the robot grab her like she had expected.
A series of loud crinkling noises caused the nurse to open her eyes and sigh in relief. How silly she was to think that her doppelganger would turn on her and make her a baby. She was it's master! She was the mother! She was in control! The Joybot was simply her tool to use in her quest to expand her family of diapered daughters!
Misty grimaced as the Joybot grabbed her by her legs and raised them up. 'What is this stupid thing doing?!' Misty couldn't help but wonder as her most intimate hole was exposed to the huge humanoid robot.
A clicking noise interrupted her thoughts as the Joybot's index finger opened up, turning into a pseudo injector. Inside the finger, it looked very similar to the barrel of a pistol, but instead of a bullet, there was a glycerin tablet inside the tube. Misty could only squirm as the Joybot stuck it's index finger up her ass.
"What are you doing?!" The Cerulean City Gym Leader cried out in fear.
The Joybot simply ignored the redhead and fired the tablet up her ass. A startled squeak told the mammoth mothering machine that the gym leader had took her medicine rectally. With its secondary function complete, the Joybot lowered Misty's legs and then pulled up the front of Misty's piss soaked pamper.
The diaper had pretty much absorbed all the pee into the seat of Misty's diaper, leaving the inside of her pampers damp and clammy as the Joybot forced the soaking wet material against the girl's womanhood, taping the girl into the wet diaper.
"That'll teach you to pee on mommy!" Nurse Joy smiled. "Maybe I'll leave you in that diaper for a-"
The hulking metallic replica turned to face the pink haired nurse and grabbed the piss covered woman by her wrist.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Nurse Joy demanded.
"Baby is wet and not wearing her diapers. She needs to be washed and diapered!"
Nurse Joy tried to pull away from the malfunctioning machine. She tried desperately to free herself free from its grip. Sadly for her, the machine was just too strong, and easily dragged her over to the conveyor belt. The whole time Joy kept tugging her arm while yelling at her metal twin, which due to the massive size difference between Joy and her joybot, made her efforts to escape look more like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum instead of a woman trying to flee from a short circuiting giant robot.
"Stop fussing." The Joybot stated in Nurse Joy's own voice, pulling the disgruntled woman in front of her and slapping the nurse's thigh.
"I'm the mommy! Not you!" The pink haired nurse shouted.
This outburst only earned her a much harder slap on her ass.
Despite these swift swats to get Joy to comply, Joy kept trying to wriggle away. The Joybot was having none of Joy's misbehaving nonsense. It simply scooped up the tantrum throwing woman and dropped her onto the paused conveyor belt.
Nurse Joy blinked. She had expected to be swept away by the conveyor belt and fed into the diapering machine, but that didn’t happen. Instead, she felt her shapely legs raised off of the rubbery surface and held up by the Joybot's firm grip. She tried valiantly to squirm away, but the robot had her held by her ankles, it's free hand raised and reloading another glycerin capsule to shove up into her bottom.
"Baby is fussy. Baby must be backed up."
"No! You can't do this!" Joy cried out, desperate to convince the machine not to administer the suppository. "I'm the momm-"
The Joybot showed no emotion as it shot the tablet up its former master's ass, the casing for the tablet popped out from the Joybot's index finger much like the shell casing of a bullet.
"There. Now baby will feel much better."
Meanwhile, Misty had seen everything from her perch on the makeshift changing table. She should have escaped, but the thought never came to her. She simply couldn't bring herself to look away. The scene playing out in front of her was just too good to miss. It was so delicious to watch, Misty was drinking in her captors comeuppance like it was a fresh cup of Cheri berry juice.
Infact, it wasn't until her guts started to churn that she found her thoughts returning to her current incarceration. She started to blush as she realized that she had a chance to run, but didn't even think to do anything other than watch Nurse Joy be punished.
"Ugh." Misty groaned, wrapping her arms across her tiny tummy as a muffled fart escaped from her diapered butt.
"I have to go pretty bad." The redhead declared absent mindedly as she tried to hold it in.
The Joybot looked up from her struggling baby and glanced at Misty, watching her intently, knowing that there would be another diaper to change soon.
"Please!" Misty begged. "Don't force me to use my diaper!"
However, her body had other ideas. Despite how desperately she tried to clench her tight hole shut her asshole was starting to open up to make way for the incoming mess. Squeezing her sphincter tightly only delayed the inevitable and made her small body sweat and quiver. Ultimately, the need to poop was more powerful than any will power she possessed. Her ass cheeks spread apart slowly, making room for the log that pushed itself into the seat of her pampers. Misty felt her face grow hot as her body was actively betraying her. The pressure from shitting caused some more pee to leak out and join the large pile that was now forming a huge bulge in the back of her diaper.
Misty hid her eyes behind her hands as all manner of rude noises and smelly excrement emptied themselves into her diaper. Her legs started trembling as wave after wave of watery poop flowed out of her tiny body, joining the pile of firm turds lining her cheeks and crotch. She could feel the diaper extend out from her ass as she bore down, pushing as hard as she possibly could to rid her stomach of the pain. Misty could smell the putrid stink of her dirty diaper wafting around her body, forced up from the interior of her pamper and pushed into her blushing face. The poor girl struggled not to gag as the smell started overpowering her nose. To make matters worse, the shit was spreading into her every crack and crevice, even into the very front of her pussy.
"Dirty diaper detected!" The Joybot announced in a monotone voice as it turned away from her charge laying on the conveyor belt.
"Huh?" Nurse Joy looked around her malfunctioning machine and gazed at her prize; the Cerulean City Gym Leader who had thoroughly defiled herself. How she wanted to be the one to stand over the girl as she made her first dirty diaper. Still, that would come later, she had to get to the remote and deactivate her giant doppelganger!
Misty looked up from her hands and saw that the metal monstrosity was walking her way. Her heart nearly skipped a beat, but resigned herself to her fate. 'At least I'll get changed'
Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Misty spotted Nurse Joy slowly trying to get away from the conveyor belt. There was no way that bitch was going to get away from her punishment!
"Mommy! Joy is trying to run away!" Misty yelled, saying the first thing that came to mind.
She didn’t have long to think about her choice of words as the Joybot changed course and apprehended Joy. Using both of its hands, it held the screaming Nurse Joy by her waist and quickly deposited her back onto the conveyor belt. However, unlike last time, the robot initiated some kind of binding protocol which held the whining woman firmly in place. From Misty's position, she saw that five metal bands had sprung up from within the rubber panels of the conveyor belt. Each band held Joy in place, her ankles, wrist and neck secured her to the assembly line.
"You can't do this to me you big bucket of bolts!" Nurse Joy shrieked. "I'm your owner!"
Once more, the Joybot ignored the crying adult baby and turned its attention back to Misty. In its database, it had determined that Misty had earned a diaper change for tattling on Joy, and that her little sister, Joy, had earned a punishment for trying to run away.
Misty laid back and lifted her legs, eager for the Joybot to remove the soiled diaper from her. The weight of the diaper shifted when she moved into position, pulling at her waist as the muck all hung directly underneath her raised bottom. She didn't have to wait long for the cold fingertips of the Joybot to brush against her hips, causing her to flinch as the machine searched for the tapes. With a precise motion, the machine rips the diaper open and pulls it apart exposing Misty's poop covered crotch to herself and to the cool warehouse air.
"Uuuuugh!" Misty couldn't help but mutter as she stared at her slender waist, defiled and dirtied due to her inability to keep her body from obeying her. Misty can't she her poop caked ass, but the sight of shit covered lips is enough to cause her to cringe. The smell coming from the now open diaper only adds to her feeling of disgust. Even though she didn't have to clean up the mess she caused, Misty still didn't want to believe that she had created it in the first place. So, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back into the pillow.
"Such a good baby." The Joybot cooed in the Pokemon Nurse's voice. "Mommy will have you cleaned up in no time at all!"
The familiar voice of her former captor reassuring her only made Misty feel more ashamed and embarrassed. She just wanted to be free and to forget that this nightmare ever happened. Unluckily for our hero, the firm hand of the Joybot, pressing into her skin firmly, trying to wipe away the mess that clings to her privates, only reaffirms her new position as some kind of pathetic teen baby.
Another wipe is ran across the redhead's hairless crotch, she kept it shaved to make changing out of bathing suit easier, but this lack of her definitely helps the Joybot speed through the cleaning. Each wipe used brings Misty closer to how she was before her diaper blowout, but she still can't shake the feeling of being dirty. As the redhead battles her emotions, a new wipe is brought around the rim of her asshole, circling her filthy hole; and then, without warning, the Joybot pushes her finger into her! Misty can only wince from her fresh violation as her legs quiver and tremble.
'Ugh, that feel so bad, but It feels kind of good.'
After using and discarding around ten wipes, the mechanical nanny seems satisfied that Misty has been thoroughly cleaned, the Joybot pulled the dirty diaper out from underneath Misty. She subconsciously arches her butt up, trying to keep it away from her mess, least she dirtied herself all over again by brushing up against it. With the dirty diaper removed, the Joybot rolls up the diaper and sets it aside to stink there on its own.
Finally feeling clean again, Misty opens her eyes and sees that her crotch is pale and purified once more. The smell still lingers from the balled up lumpy pamper off to her side, but at least it is far away from her bottom and pussy. Even if she has to wear another diaper, at least it'll be a clean one. Misty thinks to herself as the Joybot lowers her onto of a fresh disposable. A multitude of millions of microscope flakes of snow white consistency rains down on her exposed butt and crotch as the robot powders her and tapes her into a fresh diaper.
"Such a good girl." The Joybot cooed in that sickening voice that belongs to Nurse Joy.
Misty nodded, happy to be out of that disgusting diaper, but still conflicted by her thoughts of embarrassment and humiliating. However, those thoughts didn't plague her for long due to the curious actions of the Joybot which drew Misty's eye; The malfunctioning mechanical nanny had grabbed the discarded diaper and was carrying it with her over to the restrained Nurse.
'What could it be doing with that nasty thing?'
Misty wasn't left wondering for long. With a loud shout, followed by plenty of screams, Nurse Joy found herself taped into the sickeningly bloated, lumpy mess that was once Misty's diaper.
"Ewww!" Joy shrieked at the top of her lungs.
Misty blushed for a moment until she felt compelled to laugh. The redhead hopped off the changing table and ran over to the side of the conveyor belt. Such a sight was so morbid and yet hilarious to the young Gym Leader. Had the roles been reversed, Misty knew that it would've been herself bound on the conveyor belt, forced to wear a diaper diaper while crying had Nurse Joy gotten her way.
"Time for a bath!" The Joybot declared while remotely activating a switch to simultaneously turn on the assembly line and remove Joy from her binds.
Misty pointed at Nurse Joy, laughing at the terrified woman who was now going for a ride deeper into the machine. The redhead took a rather perverse sense of pleasure in the suffering of her forner captor, but who could blame her? The Pokemon nurse had brought this all onto herself and was going to get everything done to her and then some…
To Be Continued….
Misty fidgeted in the Joybot's iron grip, but it was no use, she couldn't break free. She could only resign herself to being held in the crook of the robot's arm like a little baby.
"You're not going to get away with this!" The fiery redhead shouted.
"I already have, sweetheart." The nurse grinned.
"But someone will come looking for me!"
"Don't you worry about that." Nurse Joy replied. "I have everything planned. We will remain here until you've been trained and then I'll be travelling the world to get you some sisters to play with."
"You- you can't! How are you even going to move this giant monstrosity without anyone knowing?"
"You haven't forgotten that I'm a Pokémon Nurse, have you?" The pink haired woman tilted her hat before speaking up. "I can simply transfer from Pokémon Center to Pokémon Center while adopting little cuties like you."
"No!" Misty cried out. "Someone will notice!"
"Who? Who will notice?" The demented woman demanded.
"The police!" Misty yelled, struggling against her mechanical nanny.
"Officer Jenny can't even catch Team Rocket!" Nurse Joy replied with a chuckle. "And now that I've partnered with them, I can use their warehouses to store my metallic mommy anywhere in the world as long as I supply them with rare Pokémon."
"You're stealing Pokémon!?!"
Misty was shocked. Sure, being forced to be her baby was off-putting and definitely the plan of a person driven insane. However, a woman sworn to protect Pokémon and care for them, stealing the very creatures she took an oath to heal and tend to was simply beyond Misty's ability to comprehend.
"Yes."
"How could you?!" Misty shouted in anger.
"I've always wanted to care and give my love to Pokémon who needed it, but as I got older, I started to feel an intense need to nurture and protect you girls from danger." Nurse Joy explained.
"But what about the Pokémon you're stealing for Team Rocket? Don't they deserve to be loved?!"
"I've met with the leader of Team Rocket. He's a man who cares for his Pokémon. I will not have to worry about the Pokémon that I send him. But seeing you run off into dangerous situations will always cause me stress. I have been worried about you for weeks!"
"I'm more than capable of taking care of myself!" The diapered redhead declared defiantly.
"No!" Nurse Joy raised her voice as her eyes grew watery. "This has to stop! You girls need to be protected and shielded from the dangers of the world!"
"But we're not babies!"
"I'm- I'm tired of worrying." Nurse Joy stated as a single tear fell from her eye.
Misty gazed at the sad nurse who was trying to stifle her tears.
"Please, just let me go!"
The Pokémon nurse wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Joybot!"
The metallic machine perked up, waiting for a command.
"Take baby Misty to her playpen for timeout!" The pink haired woman ordered as she pressed a button on her remote.
"When I get free you'll wish you never kidnapped me!" Misty roared as she kicked and squirmed against the Joybot.
"That's fine, baby. You burn off your temper tantrum while mommy gets some alone time to watch your baby video."
Misty stopped squirming and watched as Nurse Joy started taking off her clothes. 'Why is she getting naked?!'
The Joybot lurched forward, carrying its charge towards a massive playpen that was slowly coming up from the floor. The plastic and mesh structure was easily twice the size of Misty. With a quick motion, the Joybot used its free hand to unhook the enormous latch of the playpen while holding Misty against it's empty, glass breasts. With the side now open, the large machine sat Misty down in her playpen and closed the side of the playpen behind her.
Misty looked around, taking in the fact that she was now literally trapped. She couldn't really do much besides study the giant playpen. 'Maybe I can find a way to climb out of here?' However, the voice of Nurse Joy came through the speaker in the Joybot's mouth, breaking Misty from her plan. "Play with your toys or mommy spanks!"
Misty sighed and started crawling over to the toy chest, which was the only thing inside her plastic jail. She lowered herself to her knees and lifted up the lid of the toy chest.
"Great. Baby toys." Misty sighed before adding, "Why am I surprised.”
After a second of staring at the plush Pokémon toys, she growled and grabbed a stuffed Psyduck out of the chest.
"Stupid duck!"
Seething in rage, Misty stood up and threw the plush Pokémon at the wall of her mesh enclosure. The toy Psyduck bounced off the wall and barely made it halfway back to her.
'This playpen is huge!'
"What am I supposed to do now?" Misty sighed in defeat as she sat down on her padded rump.
"Ohhhh, yes!"
Misty cocked her head to the side and stared through the mesh wall of her plastic baby prison. 'You can't be serious…'
"Who's mommy's little baby?!"
The diapered redhead watched Nurse Joy pleasuring herself in front of a large television monitor. What disturbed her more than nurse Joy standing there naked, fingering herself in the middle of the factory, was the fact that she was doing it to the footage of Misty being diapered on the conveyor belt.
"She's really lost her mind, hasn't she?"
Misty realized that this might be her only chance to escape. She looked around to make sure that the robot was busy.
'Perfect!'
For the first time since entering this damned factory Misty smiled at what she saw. The Joybot was refueling it's breasts and appeared to be in some sort of standby mode.
Wasting no time Misty stood up and ran over to the wall. The diapered redhead grabbed onto the wispy cords of thin plastic and, using all of her strength, pulled herself up off of the padded floor. Each step caused her to spread her legs to find a gap big enough for her feet. Progress may have been slow, but she was starting to make her way up towards the top.
A few minutes went by as Misty's arms began to grow strained and tired. She was determined not to give into her body's anguish. She had to scale this seven foot wall and escape from this infantile hell!
Roughly a foot away from victory, her arms started to spasm which startled the poor girl. She grabbed onto the mesh, balling her fists until her knuckles grew white. This couldn’t be it! She was so close! All she had to do was just hold on and wait for her arms to stop throbbing.
Sadly, her muscles weren't as toned and strong as she thought they were. Sure, she was an accomplished swimmer, who had also walked literally thousands of miles during her past journeys, but that meant nothing since her arms couldn’t handle holding up her own body weight. Misty clenched her mouth shut as her body gave in, causing her to fall to the bottom of the playpen.
Luckily for her, the floor was padded and her thick and pillow like diaper ensured that she didn’t hurt herself when she landed on her butt.
Misty kept her eyes closed for a moment until she was certain that she was on the ground. Upon opening her eyes, and seeing that she still stuck in the playpen, she started throwing a tantrum! She kicked her legs angrily while pounding the mat like surface with her fists!
'This isn't fair! I was so close!'
A few minutes went by as Misty stewed in her anger until a faint pressure in her bladder began to make itself known. 'Great. Just what I need!'
Misty gazed down at her diaper, knowing that she would have to use it sooner or later and then be changed by the giant robot or, Arceus forbid, that crazy nurse Joy. It was that line of thought that gave Misty an epiphany. 'If Nurse Joy is going to think of me as a two year old then I might be able to use that to my advantage.'
Staring at the huge metallic visage of Nurse Joy, Misty started to formulate her plan. It wasn't going to be overly complex. The Cerulean City Gym Leader knew that she would have to keep things simple and use what she had to her advantage. She decided that, once the robot started to change her, she would use that opportunity to spray the machine with her pee and hopefully cause it to short circuit.
"Ughh, ughhh. Who's my little baby!"
Misty grimaced as she was reminded of the masturbating nurse. Still, even if her plan didn't work, she could still be a brat and interrupt the crazed woman's playtime.
"I need to peeeee!" Misty yelled.
"Just use your diaper!" The pink haired nurse cried out in between moans.
"Fine!" Misty crossed her arms and tried to act like she was pissing herself.
"Ahhhh, that feels good." Misty sighed, trying to sell the fact that she peed her diaper.
Ultimately, it was not needed since Joy was moaning like a whore in heat.
"Mommy-" Joy panted, " is here for you."
"I need a diaper change!" Misty shouted.
"Give mommy a minute!" Joy demanded as her fingers slid in and out of her tight pussy.
"But I need my diaper changed right now!" Misty whined, doing her best to sound like a giant brat.
"Uggh-"
Suddenly, Nurse Joy stopped and pulled her fingers from her glistening slit.
"Fine!" The nurse stated with just a hint of anger before she toned herself down to her normally cheerful demeanor.
Misty frowned as her naked captor waltzed over to the playpen. She hadn’t expected to be changed by Nurse Joy.
"Umm, shouldn't the robot be changing me?" Misty asked, genuinely confused by this unexpected turn of events.
"Normally, yes." Nurse Joy stated as she pressed a button on her remote control and opened the door to the playpen. "However, my likeness is being refueled for your next feeding."
"But the robot is almost full!" Misty tried to reason with the crazed woman.
"And that's good because you obviously want more of mommy's milk." The pink haired nurse cupped her breast with her free hand and smiled. "Now come with me and I'll get you changed."
Misty sighed and followed Nurse Joy. If she couldn’t short circuit the robot then she could at least show Nurse Joy that having a teen sized baby wasn't all sugar and Jumpluffs.
They both approached a simple table that had a white sheet draped over it with a few big fluffy blue pillows. Compared to the playpen and everything else she had seen so far, Misty was unimpressed. Nurse Joy actually noticed that her new baby had a confused look on her as they both looked at the table.
"It's only temporary, baby. I didn't expect to adopt you so soon."
Misty shrugged. "I guess it's better than lying on the floor."
"Don't worry. I'll get you a much better changing table in a few days." Nurse Joy offered as she helped her new "daughter" onto the makeshift changing table by lifting the redhead up from underneath her armpits.
"There we go. Now lay back."
Misty laid on her back, ready to give her crazed captor a piece of her mind or, in this case, a nice blast of her very own Water Gun.
"Here you go, sweetie. Something to drink while mommy changes you."
Misty wasn't expecting a sippy cup, but she clasped her hand around the infantile bottle and took a sip while she waited.
"My baby's first diaper change!" The nude woman beamed. "I'll cherish this moment forever."
Misty could only try and hide her smile as Nurse Joy bent over and started untapping her diaper.
'I'll give you something to remember!'
Misty thought, waiting for her pink haired tormentor to grab her legs.
"This doesn't look that wet to me." Nurse Joy mused. "I better lift your legs and see if you're even wet."
Misty simply leaned back as Nurse Joy had her leg in her hand and proceeded to piss as hard as she could. Her stream left her mound and thundered against Nurse Joy's face and chest. Misty couldn't believe how strong her jet of pee was. She only wanted to use Water Gun, not blast Nurse Joy with Hydro Pump!
The redhead blushed profusely as her stream coated her captor in her fluids. It cascaded down her face and chest, dripping down from her chin onto shapely breasts and toned stomach. Nurse Joy stood there, shocked that her baby was peeing on her. 'How was it even possible for such a small woman to hold all that liquid inside her?' As this thought crossed the nurse's mind, the floor around her feet was rapidly turning into a miniature pond.
Meanwhile, Misty's stream was only now beginning to diminish, dwindling down to just a trickle as a few spurts jumped from her tight pussy like a little fountain. These gushes were caught by the opened diaper below her bottom and were swallowed immediately by the thirsty material.
Nurse Joy shook herself out of her surprised state and glared down at Misty.
"How could you pee on my like that!"
"Wet baby detected! Must wash and diaper baby!" A computerized voice announced.
This unexpected declaration caused both women to gaze at the towering Joybot in fear as the machine started to walk towards them.
To Be Continued…
The steps continued to grow closer as the sound of steel meeting concrete caused a subtle, but clear echo. Joy continued to play with her joystick as Misty sat on the cold floor, curiosity keeping her in place. 'What could be causing such a commotion?'
Misty couldn't believe her eyes when a giant mechanical doppelganger of nurse Joy appeared from behind a stack of boxes near the far side of the facility. It's metallic grey body shimmered underneath the artificial lighting as it moved closer. Each step it took seemed fairly graceful for a machine, but it's movements were still rather stiff compared to how a person walked. Regardless of how fluid it's movements were, both Joy and Misty found themselves staring at the slender yet towering metallic monstrosity, watching it walk forward in awe and disbelief. As the machine came closer, Misty found her gaze drawn to the huge robot's chest, where two glass orbs stood out prominently, each orb filled with something white.
"Umm, how about we just forget this ever happened?" Misty offered, a sweat drop forming on her forehead.
Nurse Joy flashed all of her teeth in a maniacal grin as she worked the joystick, bringing her larger than life metal clone closer to the scared redhead sitting on the cold concrete.
"Please! I won't tell anyone you work with Team Rocket!"
Ignoring the diapered redhead, Nurse Joy swung the joystick in a semicircle and pulled the stick back. Suddenly, the giant robot bent over and tried to grab Misty, but the water trainer was too fast for the machine! Misty leapt up onto the conveyor belt and ran as fast as she could. Unluckily for the Cerulean City Gym Leader, the assembly line quickly picked up the pace until it was moving as fast as the diapered redhead, rendering Misty running in place, like a jogger on a treadmill.
Undeterred, Nurse Joy manipulated her remote and commanded the big humanoid machine to catch Misty. "Enough fun and games, baby!"
With the precision of a claw machine, the robot grabbed Misty by the back of her yellow shirt, and lifted her off of the conveyor belt. However, Misty didn't give up. She struggled her way out of her only article of clothing, instantly stripping herself of her yellow top as she fell back onto the belt. Her thick diaper cushioned the fall, but now she was speeding towards the end of the line once again, laying on her back like a turtle. If Nurse Joy didn't act fast, Misty would certainly be dropped onto her head!
Thinking quickly, the pink haired Pokémon Nurse swung her joystick rapidly, causing the giant, metallic version of herself to run to the end of the conveyor belt. With no room for error, Nurse Joy inverted the stick on the remote, ordering the machine to bend its knees and grab it's elbows, creating a basket like space in between its arms and bountiful glass chest to catch Misty.
"Oophh" Misty squeaked as she was caught by the huge metal replica of her captor.
"Very responsive." The Pokémon nurse praised her robotic servant. "Let's see what else it can do."
Once more, Nurse Joy fiddled with the remote in her hand, swiveling the stick upwards and ordering the machine to sit down. The dumbfounded Cerulean City Gym Leader, who was just caught like a falling football, immediately started flailing her arms and legs, banging her balled up fists against the sleek exterior of the eight foot tall animatronic being.
After the first hits landed, Misty immediately ceased her punches and kicks, the machine’s metallic skin was just too tough to do anything other than hurt her hands. At least her feet were still covered by her trademark sneakers which saved her feet from feeling any pain.
"That was cute, baby." Nurse Joy chuckled. "But it's time to see if my Joybot comes fully equipped."
Misty squirmed against the Joybot, but its grip was simply too strong. With the swiftness only a machine could produce, Misty found her arms and legs shackled by sturdy yet flexible bands of some sort of mystery metal. With its charge now fully immobilized, the Joybot slowly pulled Misty closer, cradling the diapered redhead in its lap. Misty tried to slide down onto the floor, but could do nothing more than wriggle against her bonds, glaring at her captor as she was repositioned.
"Stop squirming. Mommy has what you need!"
Misty ceased her struggling against the crook of the Joybot's arm. Shocked by what she had just heard, she found herself staring up at the robotic version of Nurse Joy.
'There's no way that this thing just said that!' Misty frowned. 'I must be losing my mind! Either that or this is all just a bad dream!'
"I can't believe that Team Rocket programed the Joybot to have my voice!" The pink haired nurse beamed as she pressed another button.
"Open up for mommy's milk."
Without hesitation, Misty clamped her mouth shut and turned her head as far from the rubber nipple as possible. There was NO way she was going to be breastfed by a walking tin can!
Nurse Joy had a feeling that her new baby was going to be fussy. She stared right at the defiant, diapered redhead and clicked her tongue like a disappointed mother.
“Misty. Mommy is going to give you a choice. You will either drink your num nums, like a good girl, or you'll be going over the Joybot's knee and then you'll finish your milk."
Misty face twisted from defiance to genuine fear. She knew that she really couldn't do anything to stop Nurse Joy from following through with her threats. Besides, they weren't real breasts, Misty realized. It was just glass shaped spheres that acted as a visual recreation of a pair of breasts. At least the crazy woman hadn't yanked out her boobs and made her suck from them.
After considering all of this, Misty grunted in response and slowly opened her mouth.
"That's what I thought." Nurse Joy stated smugly.
Suddenly, the diapered Gym Leader gave off a whine as the entire front portion of her mouth was filled by the massive nipple. Without warning, Misty was forced to accept the nipple, causing her tongue to accidentally brush against the nipple. The rubber teat felt odd as her her tongue explored it. Unlike a normal nipple, this one was dry and had a slightly rough surface to it. Not liking the texture of the intruder in her mouth, nor the fact that it filled her mouth so fully, Misty tried to pull away.
Nurse Joy noticed that Misty was starting to pull away and, unbeknownst to the diapered Gym Leader, she pressed a button on her remote, causing a jet of milk to spray out of the large nipple. Misty paused as a rather pleasantly heated gush of milk flowed over her tongue, making her taste-buds sing out in euphoria.
'That tastes so good!'
Misty waited for more milk, but it didn’t come. With a pout, she realized that the only way she could get more milk was by actively sucking on the nipple. So, she wrapped her lips around the big rubber teat and started sucking. Misty blushed as she started suckling, not proud of the fact that she was nursing off of a large robotic doppelganger of Nurse Joy. Once she worked her way into a steady rhythm she was rewarded with a steady stream of the marvelous Moo Moo milk. At least, in the back of her mind, Misty hoped that it was Miltank Milk.
Nurse Joy smiled as she watched her new baby feed. All that pumping she had to endure was worth it to see Misty drinking her breast milk from her giant Joybot. 'After a week of training, maybe Misty would be able to simply drink it from the source without a fight? And then I could travel to Hoehn and pick up Roxanne!' Joy felt her heart flutter as she started to plan for the future.
While Joy was busy fantasizing about her future family of Gym Leaders turned diapered daughters, Misty was busy trying to drain what milk remained in the giant glass tit in front of her. However, the artificial boob went dry, causing Misty to whine, annoyed by the fact that there was no more milk to drink.
"Hmm," Joy wondered aloud as she noticed that her baby had finished feeding on the first boob. "Aww! My baby sure is thirsty!" Joy cooed, much to Misty's embarrassment.
Misty blushed, but couldn't deny that she wanted more even though she had drank an entire boob full of milk.
Nurse Joy was happy to give her new daughter another boob to suck on. With the flip of her joystick, the Joybot responded, shifting the diapered Gym Leader over to the other full breast.
However, before Nurse Joy commanded her metallic mirror image to commence the feeding, she wanted to try something. 'What if I spoke into this little speaker.'
"That's it Misty! Drink your num nums for mommy!" Nurse Joy stated into the circular mesh on her remote control.
Not a moment later did the giant gleaming metal woman repeat the phrase, exactly how Nurse Joy had said it.
"That's it, Misty! Drink your num nums for mommy!"
A crimson blush covered Misty's face as she heard the robot tell her to resume her feed. She had already been blushing earlier due to the shame of doing such an infantile act, but to hear it come out of this giant metal woman made her feel even more like a baby. Despite how she felt, Misty didn't hesitate to resume her suckling when the large, dry nipple was pressed into her mouth.
For the next few minutes, the only sounds that echoed throughout the abandoned factory were the steady suckles and occasional crinkling sound that came from Misty. The crinkling noise that emanated from her diapered crotch reminded her that her bladder was getting pretty full. Not only that, but Misty knew that her crazy captor expected her to use the diaper strapped to her waist. The diapered Gym Leader decided it was best not to think about what she was going to be forced to do. She simply enjoyed her snack that came from the topless robotic replica of Nurse Joy.
To Be Continued...
Just outside of Cerulean City stood an old warehouse which looked to be abandoned. Misty gazed at the decrepit relic of industry and sighed. She rarely ventured towards this part of town, mostly due to the fact that not many Pokémon could be found around here and the locals typically avoided it. Still, this was the only warehouse in the general area and had to be the place that Nurse Joy was talking about.
Misty knew that she had to be quiet and keep her advantage, after all, Team Rocket didn't know she was about to thwart their fiendish plans. So, with the element of surprise on her side, or so she thought, the red headed Gym Leader slowly opened the door and snuck inside, making sure to gently close the door behind her. She tiptoed on her sneaker clad feet through the darkness of the large warehouse, making her way deeper into the facility. As much as she wanted to turn on the lights, she knew that would be a sure fire way of alerting Team Rocket of her presence. With that in mind, she suddenly stopped.
'Wait a minute. If anyone was here, why would they be sitting around in the dark?'
As she thought things over, she came to the conclusion that Team Rocket must be out stealing Pokémon and that was why the warehouse was dark. Misty smiled, happy with this turn of events. With Team Rocket gone, she could free the stolen Pokémon and sabotage the warehouse before they got back.
Misty took a few steps to her right, searching for a wall. She felt fairly confident that there would be a panel of switches or a lever that would control the lights. Once she found it, she could finally see what she was up against. Wondering in the dark was rather annoying for the redhead, if only she had taken the time to get more information from Nurse Joy before just running off on her own. Maybe Nurse Joy and her could've teamed up, but now she was on her own, fumbling around in the dark.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she brushed up against a wall and started to feel around for anything resembling the shape of a switch, lever or button. Her fingers grasped an oddly large button and she immediately pressed it without giving it much thought.
Like lightning illuminating the sky, a series of panels came on above her, each bank of florescent lights turning on independent of one and another. Graced with the gift of light, Misty looked around her and frowned. The warehouse looked a lot smaller on the inside than it did from outside.
"This place must be divided into sections."
Misty thought out loud as she made her way towards a long conveyor belt. With no cages housing Pokémon visible or any other clues showing the whereabouts of the stolen Pokémon, Misty used her logic to deduce that the conveyor belt, which led directly to a closed panel in the wall, must be where the Pokémon were transferred to. She had to get through to the other side of the wall and the only way to do that was to ride the belt. Knowing that time was not on her side, she grabbed the lone lever, that stood tall by the conveyor belt, and yanked it back.
The panel in the wall lifted open as the belt shuddered and started pulling forward. Misty gazed at the opening and realized that she couldn't see much of anything. Only darkness as the other side of the wall wasn't lit up like where she currently stood. Even though she didn't want to, she knew that she had to take a chance and take a ride on the conveyor belt. Hopefully, the Pokémon were on the other side of the wall, waiting for her to rescue them.
With no other options remaining, she jumped on the conveyor belt and laid back on it, letting it carry her through the small entrance and over to the other side. As she was pulled deeper into the facility by the rubber covered belt, she suddenly found herself blinded by a bright light which seemingly turned on automatically. With one hand covering her eyes, she tried to see what was going on.
*We've been expecting you*
A cold, computerized voice announced as the lights dimmed revealing to Misty that she was currently being transported through a long corridor of sorts. However, the voice was the least of her problems as the redhead saw a flurry of mechanical arms shoot down from the ceiling, descending on her with the fury and swiftness of a Tentacruel. They wasted no time hoisting the flailing and startled Gym Leader into the air, forcefully removing her blue jean shorts and white panties, leaving her bottomless.
"What the hell?!"
Misty yelled out in anger and confusion. Her arms and legs were held firmly by the machine's multitude of hands, but she still attempted to break free, all the while kicking to the best of her restrained ability.
Ultimately, it was no use, all she did was make herself tired as she found herself slowly lowered back down onto the conveyor belt. Unlike the harsh, rubbery material she had felt just moments before, her skin came into contact with a soft, almost cotton like surface that was rather welcoming and comfortable. It was thick like a pillow and held its form as her bottom was completely lowered on top of whatever it was. The hands held her by her ankles while a new set of hands quickly pulled the sides of whatever she was laying on out and proceeded to wrap her crotch in it, taping her into it. Misty stared dumbly at her waist, not quite processing what she saw until it hit her like a Hyper Beam.
"You diapered me!?!"
The machinery ignored her outburst and the subsequent thrashing that followed it. The Cerulean City Gym Leader was pulled, kicking and screaming, into the new section of the warehouse where she was dumped off of the belt. She rubbed her padded bottom and swore under her breath. Although she would never admit it, she was grateful for the thick diaper that had absorbed her fall, literally protecting her butt from getting hurt.
“I hope my baby didn't get a boo boo on her cute little hiney.”
Misty looked up, surprised to hear another voice that sounded vaguely familiar and not belonging to a computer.
“Why have you done this to me?!”
The angry redhead gestured to her midsection, not wanting to say out loud what she had been forced to wear.
“Because mommy wants you to be safe, sweetie.”
Out of the shadows walked the last person Misty expected to see at that moment; Nurse Joy! The only thing that made her presence inside of the warehouse even more bizarre was the fact that the pink haired held a remote control in her hand.
“But-” Misty stammered. “You're supposed to help injured Pokémon, not work with Team Rocket!”
“Silly girl, I used Team Rocket to get you all to myself.”
“But why?” Misty asked, absolutely dumbfounded.
“I can no longer stand watching you go out into the wild, battling wild Pokémon and risking your life. How many times I've watched you in those woods and how nervous you made me!” Nurse Joy exclaimed, but quickly regained her composure. “Now, I can keep you safe and all to myself.”
“You're crazy!” Misty cried. “Let me go!”
“I can’t do that. Besides, you're going to love the giant little gift Team Rocket gave me.”
With the flick of the joystick, a loud machine started up. Both Misty and Joy could hear something rather large walking towards them, making its way unimpeded through the warehouse. The closer it got, the wider the grin on Nurse Joy's face became.
To Be Continued...
After a long day of battling hopeful trainers, Misty found herself in the Cerulean City Pokémon Center. Her Staryu and Starmie had fought ferociously, defending the Cerulean City Gym up until the last battle. As Misty watched Nurse Joy heal the two mighty star shaped Pokémon, she thought about the match and it made her realize that she had to train harder. Not only did she owe it to her Pokémon, but to her hometown.
"Thanks, Nurse Joy. I think I'm going to do some training down by the river so I'll see you later tonight!"
"No problem, Misty."
The redhead smiled and nodded before proceeding out the door.
"Hey, cousin!" Nurse Joy called out to the back room. "Watch the desk, I'm taking my lunch break!"
Before any reply was given, Nurse Joy abandoned her post and left the Pokémon Center to engage in her nightly ritual. The pink haired nurse walked out of town, careful to keep a safe distance from her target. It wasn't too hard to follow Misty since the Gym Leader typically trained in the same area so, even if Joy had somehow lost her, she could still find her later.
Joy liked to keep an eye on Misty as she trained and knew that the redhead would be heading to the nearby river which flowed down from the base of Mt. Moon. If asked why she stalked Misty on nights like these, her answer would probably not make a lot of sense to the average person, but deep down, she felt an ever growing obsession with the Cerulean City Gym Leader. It all started a few months ago when she was first transferred to Cerulean City. She had been on the job only a few hours, but her first encounter with Misty left her mesmerized by the redheaded Gym Leader.
It had started casually enough, small talk in between battles when Misty healed her Pokémon. Occasionally, Joy would see Misty walking around the city, sometimes in her bathing suit, and the nurse would start daydreaming. After a while, these innocent interactions weren't enough for Joy. She had to make sure that Misty was safe and, to do that, she had to watch her as often as she could.
Some people would say that such a strange compulsion is crazy, but it had a lot to do with how the woman was wired. She was a deeply caring and nurturing individual who healed Pokémon every day as part of her job. It would only be natural to want to protect and heal someone she saw as a love interest. However, this particular Nurse Joy didn't exactly know how to express her feelings which was how she ended up following Misty on days such as this.
As Nurse Joy left the path and meandered through the trees, she stepped on a brittle branch, causing a loud crunching sound to emanate from where she stood. It sounded like a gunshot firing in the dead of the night. Freezing in mid-stride, Nurse Joy leapt behind a tree and swore under her breath.
"Shit."
The pink haired woman stood as still as she could be, hidden behind the Oak tree. Her eyes remained shut while she forced herself to control her panicked breathing while her heart was pounding wildly. She didn't want to be caught, not again! Not like in Steelport!
A Hoothoot's call breaks the stillness of the forest as it sounds off in the distance just as the rising moon's glow disappears behind a patch of wispy clouds, deadening down the lunar light to a dim haziness.
Misty sighed, content that the snap sound was caused by the bird Pokémon before it announced its presence and flew away. She quickly turned around and set off towards the river, knowing that there weren't any obvious wild Pokémon around this part of the woods to battle. Ultimately, she knew that it was much better to train by the river, which wasn't much further down the makeshift path ahead of her.
Nurse Joy breathed a sigh of relief as she heard Misty's footsteps fade away. For once in her life, she was happy to have gone unnoticed by the object of her affection. She knew that if she got caught following Misty, she'd be transferred again like when the higher ups had been discovered that she had been stalking Roxanne. Even though she had been caught, it merely served as a lesson that she had to be cautious and take her time.
Unlike in the Hoehn region, she had everything set up and ready for Misty. She had gone to great lengths to steal Pokémon from the Pokémon Center, supplying them to Team Rocket in exchange for a private warehouse that came with the tools she needed to ensure that Misty would be hers. Of course, Joy had requested special customizations on certain parts of the warehouse, but after she had secured that Dratini for the miscreants running Team Rocket, she figured it was the least they could do.
After a few minutes of waiting, the pink haired woman stepped out from her hiding spot and felt comfortable enough to get back on Misty's trail. She slowly walked through the woods, creeping up to the edge of the forest. As she reached the clearing, she looked down towards the bank of the river and was greeted with the sight of her favorite girl who was in the middle of battling a wild Squirtle.
Misty stood confident, commanding her Goldeen to attack the Squirtle.
"Goldeen! Use Horn Attack!"
Nurse Joy marveled over how well Misty ordered her Pokémon. The nurse had watched her do this many times before and always found herself amazed that Misty never ran into any real trouble. Regardless of this fact, Nurse Joy still felt compelled to protect Misty. It was a wild world and no one knew what dangers lurked just out of sight.
For instance, a few weeks ago, Misty had told her about how she ran into a small swarm of Beedrill. They were angry that she had wandered into their territory and ended up swarming right towards her! Needless to say, she was frightened, but according to Misty, the offensive bug Pokémon were all quickly taken care of by her Staryu and Starmie.
It took everything in Joy's power to restrain her maternal instincts that day. She fought her urges to reach over the counter and pull Misty into a hug after she had heard that story. However, thanks to Misty's boasting, she mustered up her courage to steal a Dratini.
After Misty had left that day, Nurse Joy had gone back to her duties, but couldn't get that horrifying story out of her head.
It had been a few hours later, while Joy and Chansey were taking out the garbage, that a truly life altering moment had occurred: In the middle of the night, an Ekans had attacked them both, but thankfully the bulbous Chansey had easily defeated the Snake. Being the kind hearted woman she was, Joy picked up the fainted Pokémon and brought him into the Pokémon Center where she nursed it's wounds.
While she was healing the Pokémon she couldn't help but notice how similar an average Ekans was to a super rare Dratini. They both shared a serpent's body and had similar features. It was at that moment a sinister thought popped into her mind, an evil epiphany if you would: 'What if I painted this Ekans light blue and switched him with the Dratini?'
Thinking quickly, she knocked the Ekans out with a fast acting tranquilizer and left the center to buy a few cans of white and light blue spray paint spray. Once she returned, the Ekans was stretched out and painted white on his underside and light blue all over. It took some plaster to cover the ridges of the Snake Pokémon's tail, but after about ten minutes, the rattle on the end of Ekans tail was smooth to the touch and practically disappeared from view. Next, Joy glued a rubber ball on the nose of Ekans after she painted had painted the rubber ball white. The final piece of artistic fraud was the molded wing like fins that Joy had applied to Ekans' head with another healthy bit of glue.
With the hard part completed, Nurse Joy creeper into the Trainer's room and grabbed his Pokeballs, it was obvious by the dragon emblem emblazoned on the ball that Dratini lived within it. She summoned the adorable Dragon and marvelled over how much the sleeping Ekans and Dratini looked alike, almost like twins. With a heavy heart, she withdrew the disguised and knocked out Ekans to the Trainer's Pokeball, returning it to the room where the man was sleeping.
When she had returned to her station, she found the Dratini looking at her with a quizzical expression, almost as if it knew what she was up to. She remembered almost crying and having to wipe her eyes as she picked up the phone and called her other cousin who was a member of Team Rocket. By Dawn, the Dragon had been handed over to Team Rocket and the man was none the wiser. It had been a bold move, but one that ultimately paid off far better than she could've ever imagined.
*Ring*
*Ring*
*Ring*
A series of rapid rings came from Nurse Joy's phone, pulling her out of the past and into the present. She suddenly turned ghost white and fumbled with her phone, turning it off, but it was too late!
"Hey!" Misty yelled. "Who's out there!?"
Nurse Joy realized that she had no real choice but to show herself, the jig was up. The pink haired woman stepped out from the trees, standing on the ridge, looking down at Misty.
"Oh, it's just you."
Misty stated in a relieved tone of voice.
"Is something wrong?"
In an instant, everything clicked between the Nurse's ears. She knew just what she had to do!
"I didn't know what to do!"
Misty's relaxed posture turned tense.
"Why? What happened?!"
"I looked everywhere for Officer Jenny, but I couldn't find her so I knew that I had to find you! You're the only person who can stop Team Rocket's evil plan! They're storing captured and injured Pokémon in an abandoned warehouse just outside of Cerulean City!"
Nurse Joy explained, using her best acting skills.
"This is terrible!" Misty recalled her Pokémon and returned her gaze to Nurse Joy. "But you did the right thing by coming to get me. I'll defeat those two bit crooks and rescue all those poor Pokémon!"
Before Nurse Joy could say another word, Misty had already went off running down the side of the river bank, towards Cerulean City.
"Well, that was easier than I thought it would be."
To Be Continued...
