Trading Post

Camilla listened and thought deeply on the response from watching Madison and the little time they've been together she could tell that the little woman was stubborn, so it would take time to get her to let go, well not exactly like Alice I believe she's diaper dependent and completely dependent on Ana, but how do you know that Alice is not 10 years old." On that question Madison felt like she just put her foot in her mouth.

Maddison liked the answer—it all made sense: the accidents, the reason Camilla had all those things—so she replied: "Yeah, it was an escape route from my responsibilities back home." Maddison then asked, "So, you want me to be your baby, like Alice—I know she isn't ten years old?"  

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Here's another rp me and Welpsayori2.0 are working on. 😐🙂😀 Misty, May, and Dawn walked into a special nursery that operated as an orphanage for baby Pokémon who had lost their parents because of Team Rocket. The three had volunteered for this, inspired by Ash to form deeper bonds with Ash, they decided to work with hurt Pokémon with Nurse Joy, who started this special Pokémon Center. Misty was in her usual yellow tube top with denim short shorts that were held up by red suspenders. May was in her red t-shirt and black shorts with white gloves and a red bandanna. Dawn was wearing her white shirt and pink skirt with a black vest over it. She also wore a hat with a pink Pokéball on it. They very quickly found Nurse Joy. "Welcome to the Pokémon Nursery." Nurse Joy said with a smile. "You'll be working in the delivery room. Follow me." Nurse Joy led them to a large room where tiny baby Pokémon were waiting on a series of green conveyor belts with blue rollers. May looked on in absolute awe of the cute little Pokémon, most of whom were in diapers. She couldn't wait to see what she'd get to do. "These mechanized conveyor belts carry the baby Pokémon to the regions where their caregivers will raise them." Nurse Joy said. "Misty, I want you to handle the phones and the customer complaints. May make sure that the Pokémon look good and happy before passing them to Dawn, who will then send them to the belt that will send them to the appropriate region. It's on their ID bracelet." "You can count on me, ma’am." May said, ready to put her time as a Pokémon groomer to good use. "Good." Nurse Joy said, handing the three uniforms. "Here's your uniforms." Nurse Joy said. "Change into them and do your best. We're very backed up." May quickly went into the bathroom and changed into her uniform, a white t-shirt, denim overalls, and a blue cap she put on her long brown hair. May looked herself over and walked out to see how Misty and Dawn looked. Misty looked down at the crisp white shirt, standard blue denim overalls, and bright blue cap Nurse Joy had handed her. She sighed, eyeing her bright red suspenders and yellow tube top. Trading her iconic look for standard-issue nursery workwear wasn't exactly what she had in mind when she volunteered, but thinking of Ash’s selfless nature—and the vulnerable, orphaned Pokémon waiting in the next room—instantly smoothed out her hesitation. Stepping out of her changing cubicle, Misty adjusted the strap of her overalls and smoothed down the front of the stiff white shirt. She caught sight of May, who was already adjusting her own blue cap over her brown hair, looking entirely in her element. Dawn emerged a moment later, smoothing down the front of her identical overall set, her signature beanie temporarily swapped for the uniform cap, though her blue hair still framed her face neatly. "Well, it’s definitely a different look for all of us," Misty said, tossing her orange side-pony over her shoulder with a light chuckle. "But if it helps these little guys find good homes after everything Team Rocket put them through, I'd wear a Magikarp suit." She walked over to her designated workstation—a massive, polished steel front desk situated just outside the main delivery room. The area was lined with multi-line telephones that were already flashing red with incoming calls, alongside a heavy computer terminal displaying a clogged queue of delivery requests, regional transfer logs, and customer inquiry tickets. "Looks like my hands are going to be full from second one," Misty noted, pulling the headset over her ears and pulling up the primary screen. Taking a deep breath, she pressed the first flashing line, her voice instantly shifting into the sharp, confident, yet reassuring tone she’d refined over years of managing the Cerulean Gym. "Thank you for calling the Pokémon Nursery and Care Center, this is Misty speaking," she stated clearly into the receiver, pulling up a digital notepad. "Yes, I understand your regional transfer for the Togepi was delayed, sir. Let me trace that ID bracelet tracking number for you right now... Yes, our delivery room is currently experiencing a heavy backlog, but I can assure you that every baby Pokémon is receiving full medical checks and grooming before being placed on the regional belts. Please hold for just one moment while I verify its current care station." Misty expertly muted the headset, typing away at the terminal to cross-reference the Togepi’s intake file with May and Dawn's belt queue. She shot a quick glance through the viewing window toward the delivery room floor. May was already carefully brushing a tiny, diapered Pichu with a soft-bristled brush, making sure its coat shined before passing it down the line, where Dawn was double-checking its blue destination bracelet and gently placing it onto the Johto-bound conveyor belt. Unmuting the line, Misty spoke back into the headset with practiced efficiency. "Sir? Your Togepi is currently in final grooming and will be loaded onto the Johto line within the hour. Thank you for your patience." Disconnecting the call, she barely had time to blink before three more lines began buzzing simultaneously. Rolling up her overall sleeves, Misty braced herself for a long day, fully determined to hold down the front line so May, Dawn, and Nurse Joy could focus on keeping the little ones safe and cared for. May hummed as she brushed the diapered Togepi until she gleamed, and the Togepi squealed with delight before May passed him along to Dawn. Next, a baby Abra came down, and looking at his diaper, she smiled and tied a red baby bonnet around his head after brushing him. Abra waved his feet, not opening his eyes, but May could swear she saw a smile on his adorable face. "This is the best job ever." May said with a smile as she handed Abra over to Dawn. Dawn grinned, carefully checking the baby Abra's blue bracelet before gently setting him onto the belt bound for the Kanto region. "You're telling me! Look at him, he looks like a little star in that bonnet." Misty’s voice crackled through the intercom above their heads, standard headset static mixing with the distant hum of the conveyor rollers. "May, Dawn, heads up! That Togepi you just sent over was for a panicked trainer in Goldenrod who's called three times. I managed to calm him down, but we've got a massive shipment of Kanto and Hoenn arrivals coming down belt three in two minutes. Keep those brushes moving!" "Roger that, Boss Misty!" May called out with a laugh, grabbing a soft microfiber towel and a fresh set of yellow ribbons as the next batch of little ones began to roll down the blue tracks. A tiny, diapered Skitty was up next, blinking up at May with wide, curious eyes. May’s heart practically melted on the spot. She gently lifted the little Normal-type, using a soft-bristled brush to fluff its fur until it gave off a faint, healthy sheen, then expertly tied a little pink ribbon near its left ear. Skitty let out a soft, contented mew and rubbed its cheek against May’s thumb before purring softly. "Oh, you are just precious," May cooed, giving the baby a gentle cuddle before carefully handing it across to Dawn's station. "Here comes a Hoenn native for you, Dawn!" Dawn double-checked the ID tag, scanning the barcode with a small hand-held device that beeped brightly with a green light. "One ticket to the Hoenn line, coming right up!" Dawn said softly, placing the purring Skitty onto the slow-moving green belt lined with cozy padded cushions. Through the glass wall separating the front office from the main assembly floor, Misty flashed them a quick thumbs-up while simultaneously typing notes with one hand, holding a phone with her shoulder, and calming down an anxious customer on another line. Despite the chaos and the endless queue of baby Pokémon, the three of them had already fallen into a seamless rhythm, turning what could have been a chaotic backlog into a smoothly running, affectionate production line. Nurse Joy beamed at them with pride. She knew from everything her sisters and cousins had said that these were the perfect girls to help out around here. She quickly went up to Misty as she looked up from her phone. "You’re doing such a brilliant job." Nurse Joy said with a smile. "I'll go grab you girls something for when lunch hour starts." "Sounds good." Misty said before another call came in and Nurse Joy headed out. Meanwhile, May began brushing a baby Bulbasaur that growled softly and tried to eat the brush before May pulled it away. She gently wagged her finger at the Bulbasaur before going back to work, making him look like he was emitting sunlight before moving him along to Dawn. Next came a diapered Charmander that kicked and struggled against May's attempts to clean her. "Just relax, sweetie." May said, trying to keep her voice calm during the struggling. "Auntie May is just prettying you up a little." Once the Charmander was finally clean and had a pink bonnet wrapped around her head, she was sent off to Dawn and May sighed with relief when a Squirtle came up. Seeing the Squirtle, May put the brush down and used turtle wax to clean up Squirtle's shell, making him sparkle as the baby Squirtle giggled. "Yes, that's my big boy." May cooed before sending him to Dawn. Dawn took the polished Squirtle with a warm chuckle, double-checking his ID tag before placing him onto the belt. "Look at you, all shiny and ready to go!" She looked over at May, who was wiping her brow after dealing with that feisty Charmander. "You're a natural at this, May! That Charmander almost gave you a run for your money." Through the window, Misty gave them a quick wave, flashing a triumphant grin. On her end, she had just successfully handled a particularly difficult call from a flustered customer, resolving the issue with total confidence. She checked the terminal monitor, watching the queue numbers drop as May and Dawn powered through the Kanto starters. "Great work down there, team!" Misty’s cheerful voice came through the intercom. "That Squirtle's adoption papers just cleared, and his new family in Cerulean is going to be thrilled. The backlog is officially clearing up thanks to you two!" May beamed, picking up a soft cloth as the next baby Pokémon rolled down the blue track. "We've got this down to a science!" Working seamlessly together, the three of them kept the nursery running like clockwork. With Misty managing the front desk with expert efficiency and May and Dawn ensuring every baby was pampered, safe, and properly routed, the once-overwhelming nursery felt bright, peaceful, and full of hope for all the little Pokémon heading off to their new beginnings. As lunch began rolling around, the last thing to come down the belt towards May was an egg. It was a solid pink color with a diaper wrapped around it like a take out bag. She looked the egg over. Nurse Joy had never mentioned what to do if an egg came through the belt. She brought it over to Dawn who seemed just as confused as her. "Any idea what to do with this thing?" May asked, utterly confused. "Beats me." Dawn said. "It doesn't have an ID tag. We better call Misty." "Right." May said, and the two looked at Misty through the window and waved her over with hurried arm movements. Misty tapped the mute button on her headset, excused herself from a caller, and hurried out of the front office into the delivery room. "What's up, guys? Is everything okay?" Misty asked, wiping a light sheen of sweat from her forehead. "The queue was looking so good from the terminal!" May held out the solid pink egg, which sat snug inside its hastily wrapped diaper like a little take-out bundle. Misty blinked, leaning in close to inspect it. "An egg?" Misty muttered, resting her hands on her hips as her eyebrows knit together. "And... wrapped in a diaper? That's definitely not in the nursery manual." She reached down to check the surrounding track and the edges of the diaper, looking for any sign of a tag. "And you're sure there's no ID bracelet tucked underneath?" "Not a single tag, barcode, or tracking number anywhere on it," Dawn replied, pointing to the blank fabric. "It just came rolling down the main belt all by itself." Misty gently cupped the pink egg with both hands, feeling a faint, rhythmic warmth radiating through the shell. Her expression instantly softened from puzzled worker to attentive caregiver. "Well, it's definitely alive and well," Misty said softly, carefully cradling it against her denim overalls. "Team Rocket must have left a real mess in the regional intake records before Nurse Joy rescued these little ones. An untagged egg means no destination, no registered adoptive family, and no medical file." She looked over at the glass window, where the phone lines were starting to flash red again, then back to May and Dawn. "I'll take it over to Nurse Joy's main desk so we can put it in a proper incubator right away," Misty decided, her voice firm and grounded. "Once it's safe, I'll run a trace on the incoming belt logs to see which regional rescue truck brought it in. You two hold down the line—if another mystery package comes down, let me know immediately!" "On it!" May nodded, already turning back to the next diapered baby coming down the line. Cradling the warm pink egg securely in her arm, Misty hurried down the hallway to find Nurse Joy, determined to solve the mystery of their uninvited little guest. Nurse Joy was in her office, setting down the food she'd grabbed for the girls when a chime at her computer went off. She looked at the tracking system and found that one of the baby Pokémon was being taken from the area. Team Rocket must have snuck in and was trying to steal one of the poor babies. Working quickly, especially since if Team Rocket was here, then the girls were in danger, she activated a special security system that Officer Jenny built in to her little nursery to deal with any thieves, which would send them to an old friend of the two who was very maternal, and very easily excited by the presence of babies, or people that looked like them. Nurse Joy pushed a button as an ominous whirring sound commenced. "That'll teach you, Team Rocket." Nurse Joy scolded before looking after more paperwork. Inside the nursery, a series of special arms came online. They were yellow rods connected by pink spheres, creating a double jointed maneuverability that could adapt to any move that the intruder made. First, to safe the infant Pokémon, in this case an unknown egg, one of the arms picked up the egg by the knot tying the diaper around the egg. Happy to see that Nurse Joy had picked up on the situation, May released the egg. The arm then set the egg in an incubator that was about five feet in front of Misty, making her smile with relief. As she was about to walk off, two more arms grabbed Misty's arms and began lifting her up, not willing to get the vile poacher get away from Nurse Joy's justice. "Hey! What gives?!" Misty shouted, her legs dangling in mid-air as the double-jointed yellow and pink security mechanical arms pinned her wrists with a vice-like grip. "Let me go! I'm on your side!" "Misty!" May and Dawn yelled in unison, dropping their brushes and rushing toward her. Before either of them could reach her, the nursery's automated system whirred into high gear. A heavy steel trapdoor on the floor slid open directly beneath Misty's swinging feet, revealing a darkened, high-speed pneumatic transit chute. "Nurse Joy, wait! The security system is targeting Misty!" Dawn yelled, waving frantically at the office window, but Nurse Joy was already completely engrossed in her stacks of intake paperwork, oblivious to the mix-up on the delivery room floor. "Hold on, Misty, I've got you!" May lunged forward, grabbing hold of the bottom hem of Misty's denim overalls, while Dawn grabbed May by the waist to anchor her. "It thinks I'm a poacher because I was holding the untagged egg!" Misty gasped, wrestling against the robotic arms as they slowly lowered her down into the open shaft. "Don't get dragged in with me—let go!" "No way! We're not letting Team Rocket's mess take you down!" May strained, but the mechanical arms were far too powerful. With a sudden, mechanical clack, two additional yellow-and-pink security arms shot out from the wall, cleanly prying May and Dawn's hands off Misty's overalls and pinning their wrists as well. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" Dawn squeaked as she was lifted off her feet right next to Misty and May. "System lockdown complete. Relocating intruders to secure holding and care facility," a smooth, automated voice chimed from the ceiling. Before any of them could utter another word, the floor gave out beneath all three of them. With a collective scream, Misty, May, and Dawn plummeted down the smooth slide of the pneumatic tube, shooting through the nursery's underground pipes at breakneck speed, bound for the mysterious "maternal friend" Officer Jenny and Nurse Joy had set up to handle nursery intruders. The three crashed onto another green conveyor belt with blue rollers. May looked ahead and saw an ominous black box. Before she could make a run for it, May was pulled into the box as Dawn and Misty watched in horror. May was in a dark room when the security arms from upstairs came down and took May's hat. Following that, the arms tore off May's overalls, not realizing that it was her nursery uniform. Next, the arms pulled off her t-shirt before ripping apart May's underwear, leaving her sitting on the conveyor belt completely naked. "Stop!" May yelled in alarm. "This is all a big mistake! Nurse Joy! Nurse Joy!!" "Don’t worry." The voice from before said. "Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny will retrieve you after some time with your new, hopefully better, Mommy." "I don't need a new Mom!!" May shouted out in alarm. Ignoring her screams, the arms held her wrists as more arms came down with scissors and an electric razor. May struggled and cried, but it was no use. The scissors cut May's long hair until she was left with a rough bowl cut. Following that, all but one lock of her hair was shaved off by the electric razor with such care and precision that May didn't have a hair left on her head aside from the one lock. A remaining arm came down and wrapped the lock around its finger before pulling, causing it to curl upwards, making the eighteen-year-old Pokémon groomer look like an underfed and overdeveloped baby. "You Team Rocket grunts are so obsessed with your looks." The voice said. "Perhaps some humbling will set you straight." "I don't work for Team Rocket!!!" May screamed. "I'm a friend of Ash's!!!" "Sure you are." The voice said sarcastically. Finally, May's wrists were grabbed, and she was forced into a kneeling position. Her wrists were grabbed too and shoved forward, forcing her butt to stick into the air. Another arm came down with a baby thermometer and gently shoved it into May's butt, making her scream in shock. She struggled to free herself, but between the arms holding her in place and the pain caused by her rectal thermometer, she only succeeded in beginning to cry. "There, there, sweetie." The voice said gently. "Just because you're a criminal doesn't mean you shouldn't be cared for." "I-I-I'm n-not a c-criminal!" May sobbed from the pain and humiliation. "P-please just call Nurse Joy!" Instead of responding, the arms pulled the thermometer out and released May. She spread out on her stomach panting and gasping from the past few minutes. May would give anything for Ash and Pikachu to arrive and fry this overzealous holding cell. "98.6." The voice said from above May's head. "Perfectly healthy and perfectly ready for the next section." The belt moved forward, and May continued crying. She knew she needed to get off the belt, but her sudden anal probing had left her with no energy to move. She just wanted to go back to brushing the babies! Outside the dark box, the rapid clanking of the conveyor belt echoed down the metal tunnel. Misty and Dawn scrambled to their feet, their eyes wide with sheer panic as the heavy rubberized curtain of the dark box swung shut behind May. "May!" Misty screamed, throwing herself against the reinforced steel housing of the machinery. She pounded her fists against the casing, but the industrial plating barely vibrated. "May, can you hear me?! Get out of there!" "Misty, look!" Dawn gasped, her voice trembling as she pointed toward the overhead ceiling tracks. Before Misty could react, a fresh network of yellow-and-pink articulated arms dropped from the shadows above. Two heavy mechanical clamps locked onto Misty’s shoulders, while three more pinned her arms to her sides with ruthless, calculated efficiency. Dawn lunged forward to grab Misty’s waist, but a sweeping steel bar caught her around the torso, lifting her off her feet and pinning her securely against the wall adjacent to the track. "Warning: Secondary Rocket Operatives detected," the automated system droned, its voice sickeningly polite and upbeat. "Commencing standard intake, stripping, and infant-identification protocols for immediate holding assignment." "We are not Team Rocket!" Misty shouted, her face flushing red with fury as she kicked her feet wildly against the empty air. "I am the Gym Leader of Cerulean City! Nurse Joy knows us! Check the security cameras, you brainless machine!" "Verbal resistance noted," the system chimed flatly. "Adjusting intake parameters for heightened emotional agitation." The belt beneath Misty lurched forward, dragging her directly into the opening of a second identical black chamber. The heavy black rubber strips slammed shut behind her, plunging her into pitch darkness illuminated only by the faint blue glow of mechanical sensors. "Let me out of here!" Misty roared, her voice echoing in the enclosed space. She thrashed against the mechanical vice grips, her gym-trained muscles straining against the steel, but the jointed yellow rods didn't yield an inch. With precise, swift movements, a set of fine mechanical pincers snipped through the straps of her standard-issue nursery overalls, peeling the denim away in seconds. Misty gasped as the cold air hit her skin, but before she could utter another sound, additional arms darted in, tearing away her white t-shirt, her classic yellow tube top, and her denim shorts with mechanical ruthlessness. Within moments, her underwear was sliced away, leaving her utterly exposed on the cold, moving track. "System note: Subject displays aggressive physical tendencies," the voice stated. "Initiating full aesthetic reset to remove criminal identity markers." "Don't you dare touch my hair!" Misty yelled, her eyes burning with tears of pure rage and helplessness. She felt the cold steel of heavy shears press against the back of her head. Snip. Snip. Her iconic side-pony, carefully kept for years, hit the conveyor belt floor in heavy orange clumps. Misty let out a choked sob as an electric razor hummed to life right behind her ear. The sharp vibration buzzed steadily across her scalp, stripping away her vibrant hair with ruthless, mechanical precision until only a single, central lock remained at the crown of her head. A small pink clamp reached down, wrapping the remaining lock into a tight, absurdly cartoonish curl that bounced upright above her bare head. "No, no, no..." Misty whispered, her chest heaving as tears of absolute indignation spilled down her cheeks. Without warning, the mechanical arms clamped onto her thighs and upper arms, forcing her down onto her knees. Her torso was pressed flush against the moving belt, her hips forced upward into a helpless posture. "Temperature check required prior to long-term nursery transfer," the voice announced cheerfully. "Wait—NO!" Misty shrieked, struggling with every ounce of strength she possessed. The cold metal tip of an industrial pediatric thermometer was inserted with unyielding precision. A sharp, gasping shock surged through Misty's entire body, cutting off her voice mid-scream. She clutched at the rubber belt with her bare hands, her toes curling as tears blurred her vision, the shear humiliation washing over her in overwhelming waves. Beep. "98.5 degrees," the automated voice read out smoothly as the device was extracted. "Vital signs stable. Subject cleared for transport to Primary Maternal Holding." The arms released their grip, leaving Misty collapsed on her stomach, panting heavily, her pride shattered, and her head bare save for the single ridiculous curl. The rubber curtain ahead parted, and her belt merged back into the main line—where May was already laying in identical, weeping exhaustion. "M-Misty...?" May sobbed weakly, turning her bald head to look back. "May..." Misty choked out, unable to raise her body from the belt, her face burning with pure humiliation as the track carried them both toward the final door, where the sound of Dawn’s panicked screams from the third box signaled that the automated system was finishing its terrible work. May saw Dawn get deposited right next to Misty as bald as the two of them, except her sole lock was done up in a babyish ponytail using white beads to hold it in place. Like them, Dawn was lying on her stomach, crying from her anal temperature check. She cried sadly as May lifted herself up and looked back towards Dawn the weeping Dawn. "I uh..." May said, desperate to raise Dawn's spirits like Ash, Brock, and her little brother Max did for her when she began participating in Pokémon Contests. "I think your beads are cute." "I've been violated!" Dawn cried, which May empathized with. "We all have." Misty whimpered glumly. Before May could respond, the belt stopped in front of a robotic recreation of Misty that seemed to be missing her arms. Before she could process what was happening, mechanical arms just like the ones they had been dealing with popped out of the mechanical Misty's shoulders. Her right arm firmly placed itself on May's back while her left arm began spanking May's bare, and still very sore butt. "This is for trying to kidnap those poor baby Pokémon!" Mechanical Misty said, sounding like Misty speaking through a fast food speaker. "And this is for poaching their parents in the first place!" "P-please stop!!" May wailed as the spanking got worse and worse. "W-we're not with Team Rocket! It's all a m-mistake. I s-s-swear!!!" Just like before the mechanical Misty didn't listen and continued spanking May until finally she stopped. She let go of May, and the belt started moving again. May continued crying like a little baby over the pain from her spanking. She was crying so hard, she couldn't see what her next stop would be through her tears. May's next stop was at a station next to a bathtub. The arms then picked May up and dropped her into the tub. Several more arms then came up with scrubs and brushes and began thoroughly and roughly cleaning May. Her head was scrubbed with soapy brushes making her shriek from the shock. The arms then lifted up May's arms and scrubbed her arms and torso, making her laugh as her stomach and armpits were cleaned. The arms then cleaned May's mouth, making May scream and gag, allowing the soapy water to be swallowed by her. Once the arms let May go, she tried to spit out the water before the arms shoved her shoulders down and lifted up her legs, cleaning her butt and groin thoroughly, making May groan under the water, not daring to open her mouth again. Eventually, when the cleaning was finished, May was lifted out of the tub. The arms set a towel down and set May on it. The arms then wrapped it around May and roughly rubbed her dry. The arms then took the towel away, making May spin around and fall onto her back, groaning. She was so dizzy that she barely even noticed when the belt carried her forward again. The conveyor belt creaked onward, depositing May into the next automated station while Misty and Dawn drifted closer on the parallel tracks behind her. Dawn was still curled on her side, trembling and clutching her face in absolute despair, while Misty gritted her teeth so hard her jaw ached, her bare scalp feeling ice-cold in the air-conditioned tunnel. "May, hang on!" Misty choked out, forcing herself up onto her hands and knees despite the throbbing ache in her lower back. Before Misty could reach out, the conveyor belt ground to a sudden halt. Towering above the track sat another mechanical duplicate—this one constructed to resemble a rigid, unyielding caricature of Officer Jenny, complete with a hollow speaker for a mouth and jointed yellow-and-pink arms extending from its torso. "Rocket Grunt Number Two," the mechanical Jenny blared, its digitized voice rattling through the metal chamber. "For your high-tech trespassing and child endangerment, you are scheduled for mandatory disciplinary correction!" "Don't you dare!" Misty roared, trying to scramble backward on the slick blue rollers. Two thick yellow arms shot down, pinning Misty's shoulders flat against the rubber belt. A third heavy arm pinned her wrists above her head, while a fourth came down with brutal, rhythmic force against her unprotected, highly sensitive backside. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "Ow! Stop it! You stupid, broken piece of junk!" Misty yelled, kicking her legs wildly in the air, but her gym-honed reflexes were completely useless against the industrial machinery. The sting was sharp, burning through her humiliated shock until hot tears burst from her eyes. "Nurse Joy! Jenny! Someone turn this stupid machine off!" "Discipline protocol operating at ninety percent efficiency," the speaker chimed callously over her cries. Beside her, a second mechanical Jenny activated above Dawn. Dawn let out a high-pitched, heartbroken scream as the robotic limbs pinned her down, administering the same relentless, painful spanking while she sobbed hysterically into the rubber matting, her single bead-bound ponytail bobbing helplessly. When the punishment finally ceased, the mechanical arms unceremoniously dropped Misty. She lay there panting, her skin burning, gasping for breath as the belt jerked back to life and carried her right into the bathing station directly behind May. "No, wait—!" Misty barely got the words out before four mechanical claws seized her by the ankles and shoulders, dumping her headfirst into a tub of ice-cold, sudsy water. Misty thrashed violently under the surface, her ears ringing as stiff-bristled scrub brushes raked across her shaven head and sensitive skin. The robotic arms paid no heed to her struggling; they flipped her like a ragdoll, scrubbing her stomach, torso, and armpits with industrial force, forcing her to sputter and gasp for air every time her face broke the surface. When the arms forcibly lifted her legs to scrub her groin and sore backside, Misty clamped her eyes and mouth shut, letting out a muffled, furious groan beneath the water. A moment later, she was yanked out of the tub and tossed onto a coarse industrial towel. The arms wrapped her tight, rolling her across the metal frame like a rolling pin to wring out the water before dumping her back onto the belt, completely dizzy, shivering, and exhausted. Beside her, May was still flat on her back, groaning at the ceiling as her head spun, while Dawn was dumped out of her own bath station right next to them, dripping wet and weeping softly. The three of them—stripped, shaved, scrubbed, and thoroughly humiliated—rolled slowly down the track together toward a pair of massive double doors marked: PRIMARY MATERNAL DAYCARE & NURSERY HOLDING. A heavy chime echoed above them. "Intake, hygiene, and preliminary discipline complete," the automated system announced softly. "Delivering three reformed Rocket infants to Primary Caregiver." As the three belts turned back into one, May passed through the doors first, followed by Dawn and then Misty. May was so spent that she didn't bother fighting anymore. She stopped at a station where a mechanical Nurse Joy stood with the same yellow and pink mechanical arms as the rest of the mechanical arms and the same speaker mouth as the mechanical versions of Misty and Officer Jenny. The mechanical Nurse Joy took out a powder puff and patted it with baby powder, wafting slightly out of the tin she was holding. Nurse Joy patted May's crotch and stomach with baby powder, making her giggle at the gentle sensation and sneeze a little as some of the powder went up her nose, realizing that it was strawberry scented. Robot Nurse Joy then put the tin down and pulled out a spatula. She put it under May's back, making her shriek slightly from the cold metal, before it was used to flip May onto her stomach. Robot Nurse Joy then set the spatula down, gathered some more baby powder into the powder puff and patted May's sore butt, making the young woman sigh with relief. The throbbing of her sore butt subsided, and she could practically fall asleep to the sweet smell wafting from the powder puff. "There we go." Robot Nurse Joy said with a smile. "Just because you did a bad thing doesn't mean you should be made uncomfortable for your new life." "Huh?" May asked, only half processing what Nurse Joy's robotic doppelganger said before she moved down the belt. As May continued, she saw a black rolling pin in front of her. When May hit it, she flipped over to the next station where another robotic Nurse Joy had just set down a cloth diaper. May's butt landed on the diaper, and it felt like a pillow. She knew instantly that this was a special new brand of diapers that Nurse Joy had purchased for the baby Pokémon. They were as absorbant as any disposable diaper, but also completely reusable as their cloth nature allowed them to be washed. The second Nurse Joy robot expertly folded the diaper around May's pelvis and secured it with special buttons on either side of May's waist. May marveled at how soft and comfortable this diaper was, almost forgetting the machine's error in her and her friends' identities. The belt moved forward as May giggled no longer terrified of the rest of the machine's infantile shenanigans... For better or for worse. The machine’s rhythmic, mechanical processing moved May smoothly onto the soft cloth pad, her initial terror fully dissolving into a haze of utter, babyish relaxation. The second robotic Nurse Joy worked with incredible efficiency, bringing the plush, high-absorbency fabric up between her legs and snapping the heavy-duty side buttons securely around her waist with two quick clicks. May wriggled her hips against the plush material, a soft, dopey smile spreading across her face. "Ooh... okay, this is actually super squishy," she giggled, completely unfazed by the absurd situation as she kicked her bare feet in the air. Just behind her, Misty and Dawn rolled into the diapering station right on schedule. Misty slammed onto her back with a heavy groan, her teeth gritted as the robotic arms lifted her legs into the air. "Get your hands off—oh!" Misty blinked, her angry glare instantly softening as the thick, ultra-soft cloth was expertly folded around her pelvis. The buttons snapped into place, snug and perfectly fitted. Misty let out a long, reluctant sigh, sinking into the absurdly plush padding. "...Okay, fine. I hate everything about this machine, but Nurse Joy definitely didn't cheap out on these." Dawn was dropped into her own oversized diaper a second later. She was still sniffing from the ordeal, but as the snug, pillow-soft fabric wrapped around her waist and tucked between her thighs, her sobbing slowed to a quiet, bewildered hiccup. "It... it really is soft," Dawn whimpered softly, adjusting to the extra bulk as she sat up on the moving belt. "See? I told you guys it's not so bad!" May chirped happily, her earlier tears entirely forgotten as she patted her thick cloth diaper with both hands. The belt gave a final, gentle lurch, bringing all three of them to a complete stop in front of a giant set of pastel-pink double doors. Above the frame, a bright green light began to flash, accompanied by a cheerful lullaby chime. "Intake complete," the automated voice announced. "Infants properly prepped, sanitized, and padded for immediate transfer." The double doors slowly swung open, revealing a sunlit, soft-padded playroom filled with giant plush toys, cribs, and a very familiar, very maternal figure standing at the center with her hands on her hips, eager to greet her newest "babies." It was a pale woman with gray hair, slightly reminiscent of Nurse Joy but with a more gothic ascetic. She stood there in an apron and a black blouse with a blue skirt. She beamed down at the three. May just blinked. Who was this lady? She giggled and picked May up. "Look at the adorable baby." The gothic woman said sweetly. "Hopefully, you have a long while before Officer Jenny arrives." May blinked. How could she be willing to play along with this? Then she felt her single lock of hair and groaned. "First, let's get you girls fed." The woman said. "Then I can dress you up so nicely." "Ma'am--" May tried to say, but a baby bottle was put into her mouth almost immediately. With nothing left to do, May drunk the bottle down. Being the size of a two-liter soda bottle, the milk made May's stomach bloat up, causing her to whimper. After five minutes, the bottle was emptied, and May groaned from the milk. It was clearly made for babies that needed big nutrients for a long trip. May was so full she didn't even register that she could talk again. At that moment, the gothic woman draped May over her shoulder, cradling her diapered butt in her left arm. Then with her right, she patted May's lower back until she released a loud burp. The gothic woman then set May down and patted her head. "Now you stay here while I feed your friends." The gothic woman said. "Then I'll get you dressed all nicely and explain the rules." "But ma'am--!" May began before a pacifier with Torchick at the end of it was shoved into her mouth. "No, no, no." The woman said firmly. "I know all about Team Rocket and their tricks from my little cousin Joy's letters. Now keep that in until dinnertime, or you'll be in big trouble, young lady." May immediately began sucking on her pacifier. The woman may have been feminine, but she was at least twice as tall as her and already showed how easily she could hold her. Thus, she really didn't want to tick the woman off as she walked over to Misty and Dawn. Misty's eyes widened in sheer disbelief as she watched the tall, gothic woman—clearly a cousin of Nurse Joy—expertly manage May like a giant toddler. When the woman turned her gaze toward Misty and Dawn, holding another pair of massive two-liter baby bottles, Misty tried to scramble backward on her padded diaper. "Hold on a second, ma'am!" Misty protested, raising her hands. "There’s been a huge mistake! We aren't Team Rocket, we're volunteers—" "Oh, such a creative imagination on this one," the woman cooed sweetly, completely ignoring Misty's words. In one smooth, surprisingly strong motion, she scooped Misty up under one arm and cradled Dawn in the other. Before Misty could utter another protest, a rubber teat was pressed past her lips. The warm, rich formula began to flow, and despite herself, Misty's instinct took over. She sucked down the milk alongside a wide-eyed, completely helpless Dawn. Just like May, the sheer volume of the two-liter bottle caused Misty's stomach to visibly expand, leaving her completely bloated, heavy, and whimpering by the time the last drop was gone. Burp! The gothic woman effortlessly burped both Misty and Dawn over her shoulders, letting out satisfied nods as two surprisingly loud belches echoed through the playroom. She set them down gently on the soft foam mat right next to May. Before Misty could open her mouth to explain the mix-up now that her stomach was full, the woman reached into her apron pocket and produced two more character pacifiers—a Staryu for Misty and a Piplup for Dawn—and popped them firmly into their mouths. "Remember the rule, little ones," the woman said with a warm, strict smile, patting Misty's bare, curl-adorned head. "Keep those in, or it's early to bed without storytime." Misty glared up at the towering woman, her face burning with utter embarrassment. She looked over at Dawn, who was already sucking rhythmically on her Piplup pacifier with a defeated, glassy-eyed expression, and then at May, who was helplessly patting her bloated, milk-filled belly. Realizing that fighting this towering, overly maternal cousin of Nurse Joy without her Pokémon was completely futile for the moment, Misty let out a muffled sigh around her Staryu pacifier and sank back onto the padded floor, bracing herself for whatever absurd "dressing up" routine was coming next. "Good girls." The woman said with a smile. "Now let's get the three of you dressed up." Their new nanny/warden went to May and wrapped a red baby bonnet around her head. She also tied a red bib around May's neck before putting white mittens on her hands and black booties on her feet. May wanted to object, but if nothing else, Nurse Joy's cousin knew her fashion. She went to Dawn next and tied a white baby bonnet onto her head with pink frills on the edges. She then tied a black bib with white frills around Dawn's next before putting her hands into pink mittens, and her feet into matching booties. Dawn looked herself over, embarrassed about only having a thing of cloth over her chest but in no position to argue. The woman then turned towards Misty and tied a red bonnet onto her head before tying a yellow bib around her neck. She then put blue mittens on Misty's hands and blue booties on her feet. Misty was sat back up as May looked on, wondering how Misty would react. "Now, I'll go over the rules, and then storytime." The gothic woman said with a syrupy sweet smile. Misty glared up through her eyelashes, her face burning hotter than a Magmar's tail. She reached up with a clumsy, blue-mittened hand to feel the rim of the red bonnet tied beneath her chin, her Staryu pacifier bobbing with every harsh breath she took. She looked like a ridiculous, oversized toddler version of herself—yellow bib, blue booties, and all. She glanced over at May and Dawn, who were both sitting on the soft foam mats in identical states of padded, mittened helplessness. "Alright, my sweet little grunts," the gothic woman began, folding her hands over her black apron as she paced in front of them like a cheery schoolteacher. "Rule number one: No sneaking out of the nursery area. Rule number two: Pacifiers stay in until mealtime. Rule number three: If you need to use the little girls' room, well... that’s what your fresh, soft diapers are for!" Misty’s eyes shot wide open, a muffled gasp choking out around her pacifier. She vigorously shook her head, trying to shout through the rubber teat that she was an eighteen-year-old Gym Leader who certainly did not need a diaper, but the heavy, milk-bloated weight in her stomach made her roll back onto her padded bottom instead. "And rule number four," the woman continued, completely ignoring Misty's furious muffled noises as she picked up a massive picture book titled The Little Slowpoke That Could, "Listen quietly during storytime. If anyone fusses, we go straight to naptime in the giant cribs!" May patted her round, full belly with her white mittens and let out a soft, defeated sigh around her Torchick pacifier, leaning her head against Dawn’s shoulder. Dawn just stared at the bright floor, her pink-bootied feet twitching helplessly as she accepted their bizarre fate. Misty crossed her mittened arms over her yellow bib, huffing softly as the gothic woman sat down in a giant rocking chair and opened the storybook. Between the warm milk, the ridiculously comfortable cloth diaper, and the soft padding underneath her, Misty found her burning anger slowly giving way to sheer exhaustion. As much as she wanted Ash to burst through the door and rescue them, right now, all three of them were completely at the mercy of Nurse Joy's overly enthusiastic, deeply maternal cousin. "Once upon a time, there was a little Slowpoke that dreamed of winning a big race his town held every year." The woman began as May's mind drifted to when her mother would read to her, and her sheer exhaustion from the day began to take hold as her eyelids grew heavy. "However, only his Trainer believed in him, and she held practice races between him and the rest of her Pokémon every afternoon." May's eyes fluttered shut as the soft, rhythmic creak of the rocking chair paired with the soothing tone of the story. The thick, two-liter wallop of warm baby formula sat heavy in her belly, radiating a lazy warmth that washed away the last lingering bits of her embarrassment. She let out a tiny, muffled breath around her Torchic pacifier, her body completely sinking into the ultra-plush padding of her oversized cloth diaper. Beside her, Dawn’s head had already tipped sideways, resting comfortably against May’s shoulder. Dawn’s pink-mittened hands twitched softly in her sleep, her breathing slowing into a steady, peaceful rhythm as she lost her battle with exhaustion. Even Misty—who had spent the last hour radiating pure, unadulterated fury—was losing ground. The gentle cadence of the gothic woman's voice reading about the ambitious little Slowpoke proved impossible to fight. Misty’s blue-mittened hands slowly unclenched from her yellow bib, resting limp on her bloated lap. Her heavy eyelids drooped, her blue eyes fluttering closed as she slumped sideways against May’s other shoulder. "...and though the rest of the Pokémon were much faster," the gothic woman read softly, turning the colorful page with a gentle smile, "the little Slowpoke just kept stepping forward, one slow, happy little footstep at a time..." She looked up from the book, her eyes softening as she surveyed the three "reformed grunts." Wrapped in their bonnets, bibs, and mittens, the three girls were fast asleep, soft puffing noises escaping around their pacifiers as they snuggled together in a pile of cozy, padded babyhood. The gothic woman chuckled under her breath, carefully setting the storybook down on a side table. She stood up, smoothing down her black blouse, and gently draped a soft fleece blanket over the three sleeping girls, tucking the edges neatly around their booties. "Rest up, little ones," she whispered sweet-temperedly, patting each of their bare, curl-adorned heads. "You've had a big, busy day." Far away at the front office, the phone lines continued to flash red, completely ignored, while in the sunlit playroom, the three tired volunteers slept on, completely safe, warm, and utterly helpless until Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny finally came to clear up the mix-up. To be continued...