Thanks for doubling down on what I posted. I had written a story akin to yours, but between fucking with the captcha and a computer restart, I lost what I had written.
The pokemon universe in general is like, my number one canon for diaper stuff. It was the game series I played the most when I was first discovering that I was into ABDL, and I know the absolute most about it. The age of your player character is also pretty much perfect for mental/physical regression. Age ten to early teens, just starting to emerge as an independent person, and prematurely ending a gym challenge by being permanently taped into diapers is amazing.
I have another fantasy about the pokemon world that's more about the trend the games are on. This is my horny fantasy, so I'll just do it in 1st person.
It's the sorta-near future, and hyper-immersive, super realistic VR is now a widespread technology. I've used it a few times, but once I hear that a new Johto remake has been released on the platform, I'm hooked. I've heard that the new pokemon games are "so easy a baby could make their way through it," but I ignore those comments, I'm just looking for some relaxing nostalgia, that's all.
Pokemon "Pretty Gold" isn't exactly the most mature name, compared to Heartgold, the game I fell in love with, but I don't think twice as I plug in and my vision turns black.
I blink awake surrounded by crib bars. Bewildered, I sit up, and then push my body up into a standing position on the soft mattress, yet I'm still much shorter than the bars themselves. Initially I think that I've bought the wrong game, but everything around my room is Pokemon themed, from the toys right down to the Victreebell-themed diaper pail. My in-game mom ascends the stairs and gives me a little good morning, lifting me up out of the crib and immediately taking me to the changing table. My soaked, bulky nighttime diaper's changed, and my pyjamas are swapped out for a onesie, shortalls, and velcro sneakers. My mind is swimming. Of course I'm into diapers, but surely this isn't the average modern pokemon fan, and this isn't the average pokemon game experience nowadays, is it?
That answer gets even harder when I'm carried downstairs, right where Lyra is waiting for us. She's unmistakably the same character from Heartgold, but she's bigger, more mature. She looks less like a rival or an equal companion, and more like a cross between a babysitter and a camp counselor. She takes me off of my mom's hand and drops me onto her lap. One arm cradles me, pushing me to lay across her thighs, while her other arm fiddles with her top, first with the straps of her overalls, and then with the buttons of her blouse underneath. Before I can react, a fat teat brushes my lips, and a newfound instinct to suckle sets in, forcing me to take my breakfast from the tap.
This should have been the tutorial. Mom would give me my poketech, tell me all about important things to know, and then set me out on my way, alone, into the region to strike my own path. Mom and Lyra literally talk right over my head, the topic of conversation never once becoming my pokemon adventure, what starter pokemon I should get, or what I need to do to be successful. Instead, Mom tells Lyra that I'm a late bloomer. That I need to be only breastfed for meals, and I need to nurse at least five times a day, and I need to burp every time right after. She says that I can walk, but only with someone holding my hand, or something within reach to hold on to, and only when the ground below me is soft, so I don't get hurt.
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