>>12221
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.
I'm not against it, but my cheeks burn red against Lyra's breast when Mom tells her that I need to be checked frequently, but that she should be in no hurry to change me, since I'm "happy with being a little stinker for a good while."
What an interesting game indeed. I'm hefted up after I've drank my fill, and pressed against Lyra's bare shoulder, a spit-up cloth underneath my chin. When she pats my bottom a few good firm times, I avail myself of the cloth. It feels good to drool, and I giggle at the complete absurdity of my situation. At the front door, I crinkle and bounce on Lyra's hip as Mom says goodbye to us both, before helping me get strapped into a stroller.
The world outside looks no different, at least in New Bark Town, but the routes are just paths, with tall grass several feet away from the main path itself. Every once and a while I see a wild pokemon poke its head out to stare at me quizzically, but every time it just dips back below, undistirbed by Lyra and I.
We make it to Cherrygrove in no time at all, but it doesn't take long for me to feel the pressure building within me. Breastmilk is heavy, and my digestive track is short, much shorter than before. Lyra makes a beeline to the pokemon center, pushing my stroller right up to the front desk. The Nurse Joy, bustier than she is in earlier titles, peers over the desk to grin down at me.
Lyra mentions something to the Nurse Joy, but I only pick up "dropping him off." At first I get a little nervous. I'm going to be left here? The lobby of the pokemon center isn't exactly bustling, but I know Lyra now, and NPCs are milling about in the building. Lifting me out of the stroller, Lyra walks up the stairs to the second floor, leaving the stroller behind.
The second floor of the pokemon center was once a place where trainers to trade or battle pokemon, but since no players were really pokemon trainers anymore, it has been completely replaced with a large nursery room. The Nurse Joy that sts in this room, reading in an armchair, is even more stacked than the Nurse Joy downstairs. Lyra hands me off to her and departs.
A room like this is in every pokemon center, and every Nurse Joy inside is the same. Lyra drops me off here to do trainer stuff, maybe even overnight. We never spend a night outdoors, and a town or a pokemon center is never any more than a ten minute walk away. Johto was always the easiest region, but now I'm literally a short stroller-ride away from a tummy full of milk, a fresh diaper, a warm crib, and my deepest fantasy. The real game, if you will. Actual children, toddlers, and babies are probably having fun travelling the safe, even more neutered region of Johto with their cool babysitter Lyra, I'm having a blast getting burped, changed, and passed from bombshell to bombshell. Maybe that's the point of the game? Kids, real little kids, are supposed to love the content with Lyra, learning about pokemon, practicing a little independence, and growing up a bit on the way. I'm not an expert, but I think that the actual target audience is supposed to find getting dropped off for a while at the pokemon centers as being stifling. They're meant to develop a craving for adventure, a real curiosity!
I can't judge intent behind design one-hundred percent, but I've found pretty quickly that, if you force it, the game will meet you where you are. The actual "gameplay" that I as a player experience is simple puzzles, mostly to match things, find the difference. There's no point in hiding the roadblocks, since the game is meant for ages 0-4, so they're just right up in your face. I find them boring, though, so after Eterna City, I just refuse to participate, staring blankly at what was in front of me. After just a few seconds, Lyra bypasses the puzzle, and the next ones are much more simple. Nowadays, 'solving' a puzzle means little more than gurgling and pointing at one of the things in front of me, and no matter what, the answer is 'right'.
This goes for everything, by the way. One day in the pokemon center, I decided to blow a spit bubble behind my pacifier, letting it leak out of my mouth and down the front of my chin. It was pretty fun, so I decided to keep doing it, and, within the hour, I was dribbling out of the corners of my mouth at all times, and I still haven't figured out how to stop. Not that I want to.