Baby Talk

Gee Auntie. I wonder if he was kidnapped by members of the Mafia, then taken to the house of a cranky Mafia brother, an uncle came to check on him, the lies have been obvious, there was the video call with Grandpa.   I don't consider myself the smartest one around, but I wouldn't need to speak their language to read the billboard sized context clues.   (Excellent chapter, Seo-Ya is more 'human' than she seemed at first, but is still a giant potty head at heart. 

I have a quick update to the above; I worked until nearly 8:30 last night, and had intended to stumble, damp and hungry, into the kitchen, and make a sandwich or something. Everyone except the dog had been out of the house for most of the evening, so I assumed that they'd fended for themselves, and I would need to do the same. However, my wife and younger daughter had arrived home about a half-hour before I decided I'd had enough of spreadsheets, and to my surprise, a dinner was simmering away in the kitchen.  She and I have not really spoken of the "unpleasantness", since it transpired; I've been maybe a little less unselfconscious about being in diapers, than I generally would be, but, we live together, and I wear them, so it's not like all references to them have disappeared from our household. I just wouldn't fold laundry wearing only a Critter Caboose and a Toronto Maple Leafs t-shirt.  I said the food smelled good, and thanked them for including me (they'd both done the prep), and then I did "dad stuff" around the kitchen - emptying the organics bin and recycling, refilling the dog food bin. My daughter excused herself to go get changed, and then my wife addressed the, I don't know, quarter horse in the room (it had shrunk a bit).  "Listen, I'm sorry that I said what I said, the other night. I'm not saying that I didn't have reasons to be annoyed, but the fact that you have mild incontinence, shouldn't have come into the argument."  "Mild incontinence." That's a direct quote. I still harbour radiation burns from that conversation, and I didn't want to exhume the source of the gamma rays, so I just mumbled something about it being "Fine, no worries", and then I finished my chores, and ate dinner, maybe 7% less concerned that the Crinklz I was in, was impinging sufficiently on my silhouette, as to be detectable. I had jeans on, but the Crinklz, like it's brother that went to medical school, the BetterDry, does that Euro-nappy thing where it swells heroically at ground zero.  I'll have to cogitate more on her wording, later, as I'm neck-deep in work stuff that I'm trying to get off my plate, before the weekend, but I do find it interesting that she's boiled all this down to my suffering mild incontinence. She has said, previously, that she wished that I hadn't gone so far down this strange path, but more or less revealed that she was pretty sure that, by now, I was committed, and ergo, she was too, because I'd "damaged myself", basically, and I haven't exactly sought to disabuse her of that notion. At night at least, I'd argue that she's right. I could try getting by without a diaper on, the next time we go to her parents' house for dinner, but going to bed without waterproof underpants of some description? Strongly ill-advised, at this point. I'd have to go back to what my parents attempted, at various points during my decade-long cohabitation with a roommate named nocturnal enuresis; I guess no drinks after dinner, and setting an alarm to get up and pee, at a couple of points in the night? We already have the mattress protector, although thankfully modern material advances mean that it does not crinkle, nor feel like you're laying on a garbage bag. Maybe she could devise a chart system, where I get stars? But what of beer? Wine? Scotch? Forbidden? That sounds awful. I'd rather just wear diapers. 

Laying in bed next to the sleeping wife @FretaBWetfor the win! 

Here's the final part of me and Welpsayori 2.0's rp. 😏😏😏😏😏😪😪 May was taking a well deserved break after finishing the que and stretched while waiting for a new baby Pokémon to come down the belt. Suddenly, she felt pressure in her stomach and realized she needed to use the bathroom. She looked around but couldn't find a toilet anywhere near her or Dawn's station. "Excuse me!" Dawn called out, waving her arms, hoping to get Nurse Joy's attention. "Where’s the bathroom?!" "Rule number three." Robot Nanny Luna said over the loudspeaker. "If you need to use the little girl's room, use your diapers." Suddenly, May bent over and pushed a massive dump into the diaper she still wore under her overalls. Overcome with embarrassment, May began crying. She thought she was done with the baby junk. As May cried, the yellow and pink mechanical arms came down and lifted her up. "There, there, May." Robot Nanny Luna said. "Nanny will fix you up, and you'll be good as new." "HELP!!!" May shrieked as she was lifted away, her overalls barely concealing her used diaper. The mechanical arms carried the sobbing May back down the pneumatic chute, depositing her directly into Nanny Luna’s specialized changing station. Nanny Luna beamed warmly as the arms laid May flat on her back across a cushioned, pastel-pink changing table. "Oh, my sweet little girl," Nanny Luna cooed, unhooking the straps of May's denim overalls with practiced speed. "There's no need for tears. Nanny told you, that's what your fresh, soft diaper is for!" May covered her red face with her hands, squirming in total mortification as Nanny Luna unsnapped the messy cloth diaper. With gentle, remarkably quick motions, Nanny Luna used a series of warm, scented wipes to clean May up thoroughly, applying a soothing layer of nursery powder before sliding a fresh, ultra-plush replacement underneath her pelvis. Click. Click. The heavy-duty side buttons snapped back into place, securing the clean cloth padding comfortably around May's waist. Nanny Luna refastened the overalls, tapped May's nose playfully, and popped a fresh Torchic pacifier between her lips. "All clean, dry, and good as new!" Nanny Luna announced sweetly. The yellow-and-pink security arms gently picked May up and carried her back through the chute, setting her neatly right back at her grooming station next to Dawn. Dawn gasped, leaning over instantly. "May! Are you okay?!" May stood there, her face burning, her single lock of brown hair bouncing above her cap. She took a deep breath, pulled the pacifier out of her mouth with a soft pop, and set it on the counter. She wiggled slightly, realizing that despite the absolute embarrassment of the situation, the fresh diaper was completely dry, warm, and remarkably soft. "I... I'm clean," May squeaked out, her voice a mix of total defeat and mild relief. She adjusted her overalls and picked up her grooming brush with a heavy sigh. "Let's... let's just keep brushing the Pokémon." Through the front desk window, Misty caught May’s eye, giving her a sympathetic, solidarity-filled thumbs-up while continuing to answer the buzzing phones. Just then, the conveyor belt gave a soft hum, bringing a cute, diapered baby Togepi down the blue rollers toward May's station. The Togepi giggled happily, reaching its tiny arms out toward May. May couldn't help but smile through her lingering blush. She leaned down, gently brushing the Togepi's soft head. "Alright, little guy," May whispered, shaking off the awkwardness as she got right back to work. "Let's get you ready for your new home." Nurse Joy managed to just catch May's departure and reappearance from her office and pondered why the machines treated May like she was still a nursery prisoner. She checked the systems and found that the mistake that had led to the three girls being diapered earlier that day had messed up the nursery's recognition software, meaning that it applied Nanny Luna’s rules for the nursery prison to the delivery room as well. She quickly grabbed her phone and called Officer Jenny. "Jenny, something's wrong with the machine." Nurse Joy said nervously. "I need your help with it, or these poor girls could be in massive trouble." "Okay." Officer Jenny said. "I'll be right there." Nurse Joy hung up, feeling like someone was watching her. She looked at the nursery prison feed and saw Jessie still asleep sucking on her pacifier and oblivious to the world around her. Nurse Joy knew that Jessie deserved this humiliation, but she also knew that the girls didn't. Meanwhile, Jessie woke up in her crib, yawning as she caught her pacifier as it fell out of her mouth and immediately put it back in. As she looked around, she saw Nanny Luna beaming at her. She then immediately picked Jessie up and put her in a high chair that snapped into place. Within a moment, Cassidy was in the high chair right next to her. "Time for din-din!" Nanny Luna cooed in a sing-song voice as she brought out three jars of baby food. Nurse Joy paced back and forth in her office, her eyes fixed on the delivery room monitors. She watched nervously as Dawn suddenly shifted her weight, uncomfortably crossing her legs beside May—a clear sign that the system's glitch was about to claim another victim if Officer Jenny didn't arrive with the reset codes immediately. Meanwhile, down in the nursery prison room, Jessie slammed her mittened hands onto the tray of her high chair, her bloated stomach pressing against the plastic bar. "Mff-mmph!" Jessie protested around her Arbok pacifier, kicking her purple booties frantically as Nanny Luna set down three massive, unlabeled glass jars filled with thick, pastel-colored mush. Beside her, Cassidy looked equally appalled, her orange-bootied feet swinging helplessly while she glared at the jar of dark green sludge sitting in front of her. "Now, now, open wide for the Starlight Express!" Nanny Luna chirped, holding a long, soft-tipped plastic spoon loaded with bright pink mash. Before Jessie could turn her head away, Nanny Luna expertly pinched her cheeks, causing the pacifier to pop free and forcing Jessie's mouth open. The spoon slipped right in. Jessie tried to spit it out, but the moment the flavor hit her tongue—a surprisingly delicious blend of sweet Pecha berries and honey—her eyes widened in shock. She swallowed involuntarily, letting out a soft, embarrassing yum. "See? Nanny knows best," Nanny Luna smiled, popping the pacifier right back into Jessie's mouth before turning to feed a horrified Cassidy a spoonful of savory spin-berry puree. Just as Nanny Luna loaded up a second spoonful, the heavy nursery prison doors burst open with a loud BANG! Officer Jenny rushed in holding a heavy override console, with Nurse Joy close behind carrying a set of spare keys and warm towels. "Override code Alpha-7-7-0!" Officer Jenny shouted into her console, slamming a massive red kill-switch on the side panel. The whirring yellow-and-pink mechanical arms instantly locked up and retracted into the ceiling with a loud metallic click. The automated lullaby music sputtered and cut out, replacing the nursery chime with a standard green system status light. "We got it!" Nurse Joy gasped, catching her breath. "The automated intake loop is completely shut down. The girls in the delivery room are safe!" Jessie immediately spat her pacifier onto her high chair tray, her face burning with pure fury as she glared at Officer Jenny. "It's about time, you incompetent law enforcement failure! Get us out of these ridiculous high chairs, take off these padded monstrosities, and give us back our hair!" Officer Jenny crossed her arms, looking down at the bald, diapered, bonnet-wearing Rocket duo with a slow, smug grin. "Well, Nurse Joy," Jenny said casually, turning to her friend, "the delivery room safety override is fixed, but according to the legal intake warrant for Team Rocket, these two still have about six months left on their court-ordered rehabilitation program." Jessie’s jaw dropped. "WHAT?!" "Eat your Pecha mash, Jessie," Nurse Joy said with a sweet, unbothered smile, adjusting her cap. "Nanny Luna worked very hard on it." Nanny Luna beamed, picking the spoon back up. "Open wide, sweetie!" As Jessie and Cassidy let out a synchronized, desperate wail of defeat that echoed down the hallway, Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny headed back toward the delivery room to finally give Misty, May, and Dawn the proper, peaceful workday they had originally volunteered for. Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny left as the two were about to shout when the music begins playing again, and they begin crying as well at the next six months. Jessie was fed more and more of her delicious, if humiliating, Pecha mush. Once that was done, Nanny Luna picked up another jar, and Nanny Luna spoons up orange sludge. Jessie opened her mouth and tasted mashed carrots. She gagged and tried to spit it out when her pacifier was shoved back into her mouth, compelling her to suck on her paci while Nanny Luna moved towards Cassidy, moving for her next jar, filled with strained spinach. Cassidy’s purple eyes widened in absolute horror as the long plastic spoon loaded with dark green spinach puree hovered inches from her face. She tried to clamp her jaw shut and shake her head, but Nanny Luna’s years of maternal experience made short work of her resistance. With a gentle pinch to Cassidy's cheeks, her Sablenite pacifier popped free, and the spoon slipped smoothly inside. Cassidy gagged instantly at the earthy, bitter taste, her feet kicking wildly against her high chair tray. Before she could spit a single drop back out, Nanny Luna popped the pacifier right back into her mouth. The subtle, built-in lullaby chime hummed softly from the rubber teat, and despite her best efforts to fight it, Cassidy’s state of distress forced her to suck rhythmically, swallowing the forced veggies down with a series of embarrassed, watery gulps. "There's a good girl!" Nanny Luna praised warmly, wiping a stray speck of green off Cassidy's chin with a soft bib. "Every big Rocket grunt needs her greens if she's going to grow big and strong!" Beside her, Jessie was still weeping softly, her tummy bulging over her high chair bar from the heavy combination of warm formula, Pecha mash, and mashed carrots. She looked over at Cassidy, her orange-bootied rival, and for the first time in their careers, the two Team Rocket operatives shared a look of absolute, unified despair. Six whole months of this. Six months of bonnets, booties, giant cloth diapers, two-liter bottles, and forced feedings under the watchful eye of a giant, overly enthusiastic gothic warden. Down the quiet hallway, the peaceful sound of May brushing a baby Pokémon and Misty efficiently answering the front desk phones drifted through the air, completely isolated from the nursery prison. Nanny Luna loaded another spoon of spinach, humming a sweet lullaby as she fed her two newest, most well-behaved "babies," ensuring that Team Rocket's presence in the region would be kept entirely peaceful, padded, and fast asleep for a very long time to come. After feeding the two enraged but despondent women their final course, oatmeal that would ruin their bowel control, she picked them up from the high chairs and set them down in the playpen with several toy Pokémon modeled after their partners. Then Nanny Luna began thinking. It wasn't fair that the Team Rocket grunts got to be babied, even with stringent rules in place, while Nurse Joy and her friends had to work so hard. Then she got an idea. The malfunction gave her the perfect answer. If Nurse Joy, Officer Jenny, and the girls were babied, they could come back to her every night instead of the scary outside world. Accessing the computer, Nanny Luna put in the code that made Joy, Jenny, Misty, May, and Dawn susceptible to the rules, aside from keeping their pacifiers in since they weren't naughty like Team Rocket. She then input the code and waited to see Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny's smiling faces. As Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny were catching up in Nurse Joy's office, an alarm suddenly rang. This caused both women to jump into action. Suddenly, the yellow mechanical arms with pink joints came down and grabbed both women by their arms. "Now, now, girls." The nursery's robotic voice said as they were lifted up. "You know the rules. You need your diadies on at all times." "WHAT?!!" Officer Jenny called out in shock. "Override code Alpha-7-7-0!" "That code is no longer recognized." The nursery said. "Nanny Luna’s going to take such good care for you at the end of your shifts." The chutes below them then opened as they were lowered into the belt. "HELP!!!" Nurse Joy called out in panic. The two crashed onto the belt as it moved forward. Nurse Joy tried to get off, but the arms just held her in place until she entered the big black box. Inside, she was stripped naked by the arms, making her whimper. "Please stop, Luna!" Nurse Joy cried out. "Give me back my clothes!" Paying Nurse Joy's pleas no mind, the scissors were brought down and undid Nurse Joy's hair loopies in a few cuts. The electric razor was then brought in and shaved off most of Nurse Joy's hair except for a lock at the crown of her head. The arms then twirled it in one of their fingers until it curled up. Nurse Joy continued crying at her infantile haircut. Then the arms held her down and put a thermometer into her butt, making her squirm and cry. "98.6." The nursery said. "Such a healthy baby." "Let me out..." Nurse Joy weeped as the belt carried her forward. "Nanny Luna, help us! Please stop this thing!" Nurse Joy’s frantic cries echoed through the metallic tunnel as the conveyor belt lurched forward, bringing her right alongside Officer Jenny, who was trapped in an identical state on the parallel track. Jenny’s signature teal hair had just been sliced away and shaved down to a sleek bald head, complete with her own singular, comical topknot curl held in place by a tiny yellow police-badge hairband. "Nurse Joy! Hold on!" Jenny shouted, trying to fight the mechanical grip. "The main system console isn't responding to my remote! Someone altered the root command—!" Before Jenny could finish, the belt brought both of them to a complete halt in front of the disciplinary duplicates. "Authority figures unit," the speaker system chimed merrily. "For neglecting administrative nursery duties and working past designated bedtime, you are scheduled for mandatory maternal correction." Two robotic arms pinned Nurse Joy’s back while two more administered a firm, rhythmic spanking directly against her bare, sensitive skin. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "Ow! Stop it! Luna, this isn't funny!" Nurse Joy squealed, kicking her legs helplessly while tears spilled down her face. Beside her, Officer Jenny let out a sharp, embarrassed yell as her own mechanical duplicate gave her the exact same sting. By the time the punishment ceased, both women were weeping softly from the sharp humiliation, entirely helpless as the belt rolled them into the industrial tub. Cold, sudsy brushes scrubbed them raw from head to toe before dumping them onto the plush diapering table. Two giant, ultra-absorbent cloth diapers were expertly wrapped around their waists, the heavy side buttons snapping shut with two loud clicks. The pastel-pink doors swung open, delivering Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny directly into the sunlit nursery. Sitting on the soft foam mat, May, Dawn, and Misty—who had just been scooped up from their work stations by gentle security arms—were already sitting back-to-back, fully diapered, wearing their colored bonnets, bibs, and booties once more. Nanny Luna stood at the center of the room with a glowing, radiant smile, holding two massive two-liter baby bottles. "Welcome home, my hardworking sweethearts," Nanny Luna cooed with overflowing maternal warmth. "No more stressing over work, no more scary outside world. Nanny is going to take care of all of you now." Nurse Joy gasped softly from the floor, adjusting her oversized cloth padding. "Luna... you re-programmed the entire nursery?" "I made sure you get all the love, rest, and cozy care you deserve," Nanny Luna beamed, dropping to her knees and gently scooping Nurse Joy into her arms. Before Nurse Joy could protest, the warm rubber teat of the bottle was guided past her lips. Surrounded by her friends, Officer Jenny, and a completely pacified Jessie and Cassidy slumbering in the playpen, Nurse Joy let out a soft, defeated sigh and began to drink, completely accepting her cozy new life in Nanny Luna's endless nursery. "But I wanna help the baby Pokémon!" May cried as she was mortified to be back in her red bonnet and bib and black mittens and booties. "You can still do that, sweetie." Nanny Luna assured her while Nurse Joy drank her bottle and grew bloated. "But I'll be making sure you're cared for and stay safe and sound. Doesn't that sound nice?" "But what about our moms and dads!" May argued before the mechanical arms shoved her Torchick pacifier into her mouth, and she immediately stopped arguing and sucked on it. "I'm the only mommy you'll ever need." Nanny Luna said as Nurse Joy finished her bottle. Nanny Luna then draped Nurse Joy over her shoulder and patted her back until she burped loudly, making her cry. This was very unladylike. Her dream of caring for Pokémon had led to a nightmare of being cared for by her deranged cousin, and there was nothing she could do about it. Nanny Luna then tied a white baby bonnet onto Nurse Joy's head before tying a white bib with a pink Pokémon Center logo on it. Nurse Joy's hands were then put into pink gloves while her feet were put into pink booties. Nanny Luna then set Joy down with the other girls and reached out for Officer Jenny, but she tried to run off. Nanny Luna was clearly insane, and she needed reinforcements to take her away. Officer Jenny scrambled toward the pastel-pink double doors as fast as her padded feet could carry her, but running in oversized booties and a bulky cloth diaper was like trying to sprint through wet cement. Before she could even reach the handle, two mechanical arms dropped from the ceiling, wrapping tightly around her waist and hauling her backward through the air. "Now, now, no running in the nursery," Nanny Luna tutted gently, catching Jenny in her arms and setting her down on the cushioned changing table. "Safety first!" "Luna, listen to me!" Jenny pleaded, her bald head glinting under the playroom lights as her single topknot curl bounced frantically. "This is kidnapping! I am an officer of the law!" "And you work far too hard," Nanny Luna replied serenely, unprompted by Jenny's protests as she produced a two-liter bottle filled with warm, sweet formula. Before Jenny could yell for help, the rubber teat was pressed past her lips. Jenny tried to clamp her teeth down, but Nanny Luna gently pinched her nose, forcing the officer to gasp and swallow. Within minutes, the rich formula filled her stomach, causing her belly to swell into a round, heavy mound. Jenny let out a series of embarrassed whimpers as her energy drained, completely bloated and weighed down by the massive meal. Burp! Nanny Luna draped the dazed officer over her shoulder, giving her back a firm pat that produced a loud, echoing belch. Jenny covered her burning face with her mittened hands, utterly mortified. Nanny Luna then tied a blue bonnet onto Jenny's head, fastened a yellow bib around her neck, and slid blue mittens over her hands and matching booties onto her feet. With a soft click, a Growlithe-themed pacifier was popped into Jenny's mouth. The gentle, built-in lullaby began its rhythmic hum, and Jenny’s protests melted into quiet, defeated sucking as she was carried over and set down on the foam mat next to Nurse Joy, Misty, May, and Dawn. "There!" Nanny Luna beamed, clapping her hands together happily as she surveyed her complete nursery. "All my sweet, hardworking girls, safe and cozy." Nurse Joy sat up, resting her chin on her pink-mittened hands while her white-and-pink bib rose and fell with her breath. She looked over at Misty, May, and Dawn, who were all sitting in a circle, their faces red with residual shame but their bodies completely relaxed against the plush padding. Nearby in the playpen, Jessie and Cassidy were sound asleep in their cribs, puffing softly on their pacifiers. Nurse Joy let out a long, muffled sigh around her own pacifier, adjusting her frilly bonnet. She looked at Officer Jenny, who gave a pathetic, embarrassed shrug from beneath her blue bonnet. With the automated doors locked, the security system under Nanny Luna's total control, and a room full of warm milk, soft diapers, and endless storybooks waiting for them, the five volunteers realized there would be no rescue coming anytime soon. Accepting their bizarre fate for the evening, Nurse Joy leaned against Officer Jenny, and together with Misty, May, and Dawn, settled into the soft floor mats for afternoon naptime. Jesse woke up first and looked at the brats that had caused her so much trouble with Ash. She crawled over and stole Misty's pacifier, making her blink and wake up as Jessie sneers at her through her own pacifier. Now she would get in trouble for not having a paci. If she was stuck here forever, she was going to make sure these brats weren't going to have an easy time. Misty immediately began crying about not having her paci and wanting to get back to work!! The crying woke May up with a start, causing her to wet herself. This immediately caused her to cry about needing a diaper change. Nurse Joy woke up too, and pulled Misty's pacifier away from Jessie and handing it to Misty while smiling at her behind her Chancey pacifier. Jessie was about to shove Nurse Joy when she doubled over and began crying as she began crapping her diaper, causing her to whimper as well. May, for her part, just kept crying until Nanny Luna picked her up. She was gently put on the changing table and had her diaper removed. Nanny Luna then cleaned May up with a baby wipe before lifting up her legs and powdering her butt. May sneezed and coughed from the powder, especially when her legs were released, and her groin and stomach were powdered too. Finally, the diaper was wrapped around May's pelvis before being secured by the buttons on her hip. "Can I go back up to work now?" May asked timidly, hoping to get out of this outfit for a little while, anyway. "Just as soon as everyone's changed and fed, sweetie." Nanny Luna said, tickling May's stomach and making her laugh. Nanny Luna gave May's belly one last affectionate pat before effortlessly scooping her up from the changing table and placing her back on the soft foam mat beside Dawn and Nurse Joy. May wiggled her hips, feeling the fresh, warm cloth diaper hugging her waist comfortably under her denim overalls. She looked up at the ceiling speakers with a soft, defeated sigh, realizing that "work" was going to be permanently tied to bonnets, booties, and scheduled feedings from now on. "See? All clean and dry!" Nanny Luna chirped happily, dusting her hands off. "Now, who's next for a fresh change and mid-morning bottle?" Dawn whimpered softly, meekly raising one pink-mittened hand as her single, bead-bound ponytail bobbed. "I... I think I need a change too, please..." "Coming right up, my sweet little coordinator!" Nanny Luna cooed, scooping Dawn up under her arm while Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny looked on with quiet, padded solidarity. Over in the corner, the high-bar wooden crib remained completely still. Inside, Jessie was curled tightly on her side under a thick fleece blanket, her legs pushed wide by the massive, five-layer cloth diaper stack. The subliminal, soothing hum of the crib's lullaby speaker washed over her, gently erasing the last lingering traces of her adult dignity, leaving the feared Team Rocket agent fast asleep, pacified, and thoroughly infantilized. Beside her crib, Cassidy stirred, blinking her purple eyes sleepily before clutching her own Sablenite pacifier, completely unbothered by the quiet hum of the nursery. Nanny Luna set Dawn back down on the mat ten minutes later, completely fresh, powdered, and wearing a new pink bonnet. She then expertly handled Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny, wrapping them in cozy, fresh cloth padding, tying their frilly bibs, and handing each of them a fresh two-liter bottle of warm formula. Nurse Joy took her bottle with a quiet, embarrassed blush, cradling it in her pink gloves while Officer Jenny leaned back against a plush Snorlax pillow, lazily drinking hers alongside Misty and May. "There now," Nanny Luna beamed warmly, taking her seat in the giant rocking chair at the front of the room and opening a brand new picture book titled The Togepi That Wanted to Fly. "Everyone is clean, fed, and cozy. Time for our morning story, and then we'll all do our nursery chores together!" Misty let out a soft, muffled puff around her Staryu pacifier, leaning her head on Nurse Joy's shoulder while May rested her head on Dawn's. The five volunteers—now fully integrated into Nanny Luna's permanent, cozy nursery routine—settled in peacefully, listening to the soft cadence of the story while the outside world carried on without them. "Once upon a time, there was a Togepei that wanted to fly like her mommy." Nanny Luna read as everyone was grouped together. "Of course, all of her friends said that she couldn't." Nurse Joy sucked on her Chancey pacifier and wondered how long they'd be allowed up in the nursery. Would they be finished with this after six months? Would any of her or Jenny's sisters come looking for them? Unsure of the answer, she just sucked on her pacifier and listened to the story, the nursery music making it harder and harder for her to worry. May listened, hoping she could still dress up the baby Pokémon. She knew that she might not escape, but she wasn't too worried since she had her friends. She wondered if she could have a stuffie to play with after work and looked around. She found a giant Pikachu and hugged it. It was almost as if Ash was here, and somehow invisible... And quiet. She couldn't help but wonder about the future, but at the same time, she didn’t mind how things were going right now. Jessie was sucking on her pacifier and dreaming of being a big, tough gang boss. Suddenly, an Alakazam blasted her, and she turned into a nearly bald, pudgy baby. She began crying and sucking on her thumb. In the real world, Jessie was doing the same, though this did little to wake her up, probably because her parents couldn't afford to potty train her. That plus her paci always made her the butt of the joke. Well, now she was perfectly safe and comfortable with her new mommy, and all of her bullies were out there... Except Cassidy, but she'd get a taste of humble pie soon enough. Nanny Luna turned the page of the storybook, her soft voice continuing to weave through the tranquil hum of the nursery. "So, the little Togepi climbed up to the very top of the highest grassy hill, flapped her tiny wings with all her might, and took a great big leap into the warm afternoon breeze..." May sank deeper into the plush fur of the giant Pikachu plushie, wrapping her black-mittened arms tightly around its belly. Her Torchic pacifier rose and fell in a steady, comforting rhythm as the warm formula in her stomach worked alongside the gentle music, turning her initial worries into a distant, hazy memory. Even if she couldn't leave, she decided, having her friends, soft blankets, and cute stuffed animals wasn't the worst way to spend her days. Beside her, Nurse Joy leaned back against Officer Jenny, her mind finally letting go of the endless questions about rescue parties or shift schedules. The quiet hum of the nursery lullaby smoothed away the last of her adult stress, leaving her feeling warm, safe, and completely content to just be cared for. Over in the playpen, Jessie let out a long, contented sigh in her sleep, her thumb slipping into her mouth right beside her Arbok pacifier. Her broad, five-layered cloth diaper kept her perfectly cozy, shielding her from the cold, harsh world outside where she had always felt like she had to fight to survive. Here, behind the locked pastel doors, nobody was expecting her to steal Pokémon or prove how tough she was. She was just a little girl taking a long, well-deserved nap. Nanny Luna looked up from her book, her eyes glowing with gentle warmth as she surveyed her peaceful room. Dawn’s eyes were already half-closed, her head resting on May’s shoulder; Misty was sound asleep with her hand tucked into her yellow bib; and Officer Jenny was quietly puffing on her Growlithe pacifier, completely relaxed. "And do you know what happened next?" Nanny Luna whispered softly, closing the picture book with a tiny snap. "She found out that with a little bit of love and a cozy place to sleep, she didn't even need to fly to reach the clouds." She stood up, carefully draping a massive, pastel-yellow fleece blanket over the entire group of volunteers, tucking them in neatly for their joint morning nap. With Team Rocket pacified and her hard-working helpers finally getting the endless rest they deserved, the nursery settled into a deep, unbroken quiet. The End?

A very wet Bambino Belissimo, about to change into another one for movie day