A pair of Riolus walked down the street hand-in-hand. Rudy, the smaller of the two wore an everstone collar around his neck - a common accessory to prevent young Pokemon from evolving and his childish clothing accentuated this including the diaper that peeked out from his waist. Jack, the larger Riolu, wore a soothe bell collar over his gym clothes. A wristguard on his wrist showed him as a local tournament winner. 
	Jack wished that his family would let him drive the car to the daycare. Sure, he only had a learner's permit, but it wasn't like they'd be going far. Then again, the exercise was probably good for the little tyke if he was going to follow in the family's footsteps.
	"Well well well, what do we have here?" a bipedal Persian said, suddenly slinking from around the electrical pole like a Cheshire cat. 
	Jack furrowed his brow and kept walking with his cousin. The Persian was a local bully from his youth. He hadn't been a threat ever since he started fighting in tournaments, but he would still tease and fib about him and others. "I don't have time for your antics, Bean," Jack said, "I've got to take my cousin to the daycare."
	"Ohh? As it just so happens, I'm heading there myself," Bean said, walking far enough to not be a threat but still close enough to not easily be ignored.
	"Yeah yeah. You going to bully some kids now that everyone your age is stronger than you?" Jack mocked.
	"Tsk tsk tsk. I've outgrown all that. I'm a changed cat," he purred. "Are you going to make use of the daycare's service for Pokemon who can't evolve, I take it?"
	Jack flinched, trying to ignore the obvious taunt, but was still somewhat curious. The distraction was all it took for Bean to make a playful swat at the bell around his neck, causing it to jingle. "Hey!" he cried, a little too loudly. 
	"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. It's just so...cute," he cackled, "toodaloo."
	"Was that a bad guy?" Rudy asked, squeezing his older cousin's paw.
	Jack patted Rudy's head gently. "He's a sad guy. Come on. Let's get you there before you have another accident."
	Through the walk to the daycare, Bean's taunt kept resounding in his head. Was there really a daycare service for Pokemon who couldn't evolve? Why hadn't he heard about it if so? He was a late bloomer and his coach told him that it wouldn't affect his tournament viability, but he also now a few years older than some of his cousins that had evolved into Lucario.
	At the check-in counter, he signed in his cousin like normal and texted his uncle that he'd dropped him off, but unlike usual, he didn't immediately leave. 
	Somewhat embarrassed, he walked up to the counter to speak to the Charmeleon who he'd dropped off Rudy with. "I heard a rumor that the daycare can help Pokemon who can't evolve?" 
	The Charmeleon inspected the Riolu, spotting the tournament bracelet and the soothe bell collar. The Riolu didn't look like an adult, but he had dropped off the kid and was old enough to fight in tournaments. "Yes, it's still fairly new, but if you want to try it, then you'll just need to sign a few forms first."
	"R-really?" Jack said, surprised that Bean wasn't just lying to him. 
	"Don't get your hopes up too high, sir. Be sure to read the forms," the attendant said, handing him a small stack of documents before she called the next person in line.
	Jack tried to read through the thick packet, but it all seemed like typical legal mumbo-jumbo that he'd seen from specialty shops. "Some side-effects may last...blah blah blah..." What was more interesting was the document showing testimonials from those who'd used the service. Most strikingly, was the story of Ash - a Charmeleon that hadn't managed to evolve into a Charizard until undergoing the treatment. He'd heard of him. How could he not? He was a former regional champ. He didn't need to hear anything else after reading that and proceeded to sign all of the documents.
	"That was fast," the Charmeleon said when Jack handed her the documents. "If you're ready, then go ahead and down the hallway to the left and enter the room that buzzes open."
	Jack's heart was beating rapidly as he had to prevent himself from skipping down the hall. After a few moments, one of the doors buzzed loudly and opened, revealing a pedestal with a single red and white ball surrounded by screens.
	"Hello?" he asked, walking in and knocking on the door for good measure as he did so. The door closed behind him, but it appeared as if he was alone. There was a lot of machinery beeping and buzzing around him. Was this old world technology? He was told to be wary of it by trainers, but it was the first time seeing anything like it. 
	The screens beeped, drawing his attention to the ball. "Press the button on the ball," Jack repeated the words. He looked around before he realized it could only be the ball on the pedestal.
	Jack poked at the large white button. "Huh, it kind of looks like a Volto-" he said, his words being cut off by a red beam of light that filled his vision.
	Very suddenly, a feeling  of weightless overtook him. He flailed, expecting that he was falling, but his arms and legs didn't make contact with anything. After giving himself a few moments to blink and calm down, he was able to recalibrate himself. He was still in the room. But where was he? On top of the pedestal? He could somehow see all around the pedestal simultaneously, but he couldn't shift his perception from that one point. It was like a 360 camera. What was that on the screen?
	"Riolu. Lv. 57. Though infantile in appearance, it has the mysterious ability to read the minds of humans. The pure of heart are met with Riolu's approval, while those of ill nature earn only its loathing." It also had a bunch of numbers beneath his name that he didn't recognize. He started to analyze them when the sound of the door buzzing drew his attention instead. There, in a daycare uniform was Bean. 
	"Hmmm, purrfect," he stated looking at the ball. The nefarious grin on his face told Jack everything he needed to know about how he should feel about this situation.
	This wasn't good. Normally, moves were restricted outside of sanctioned fights...except for in cases of self-defence. With all of his might, he willed a force palm to strike the air, hoping to break something that was imprisoning him. His point of view shifted as the ball rocked ever so slightly.
	"Oh, looks like someone doesn't like his new leash," Bean said, grabbing the ball and panicking as it rocked a second time from another force palm. "Well I wanted to savor this, but I guess we'll get it over with," he said, looking a bit worried as he put the ball into another machine in the room that had a receptacle for it. 
	Jack had just missed the opportunity. He had struck out once more and felt like the ball was giving way, but once the lid was shut on the machine, it was like it was reinforcing the walls around him. Not that it would stop him. However, the Persian's wicked grin made his stomach start to sink. He redoubled his efforts, trying not to pay attention to the cackling as Bean seemed intent on that 57 number next to his name that was now dropping. 
	50, 40...
	He landed another force palm before he found that the next swing of his fist did nothing. Was he out of energy? He'd just do another attack, then. Metal claw. 
	30. 20. 10.
	Soon, the sharpness of his claws felt more like he was slapping the barrier. 
	5.
	Speed might be the answer. A swift attack! He felt like it was much slower than his arms usually moved but it was still activating. But he was now huffing and puffing. If there was a floor, he'd be laid out flat on it.
	1. 0 exp.
	Jack was now exhausted and trying to use any moves now just hurt. Bean's grin widened as he moved the ball over to yet another machine. He wanted to throw up a fight, but he felt so weak now that he couldn't do much. 
	The screen on this one read "Force Palm err/err ; Metal Claw err/err ; Swift err/err. Error err/err ; .... This Pokemon has no usable moves. Would you like to reset its moves?" Jack felt like a sense of ominous dread as the Persian's paw hovered over the yes button and then licking his lips, depressed it.
	Jack's mind went blank for a moment. He knew somehow something bad had just happened yet he couldn't remember what he was worried about. Bean released the ball from the machine, and to his surprise, he felt himself being released. 
	"Riolu?" he said, confused. Why was he speaking like a baby? "Riolu!"
	"Awww, that's right. You're a cute little Riolu. Yes you are," Bean said, easily overpowering his pathetic attempts at battings his paws away as he picked him up. 
	"Rio- lu," Jack struggled, trying to say anything other than baby talk as he was being manhandled by his former bully. He wanted to tell him he wouldn't get away with this and that he'd get him back, but more baby babble was all that came out. Well, except for giggles as the persian lifted up his ill-fitting gym shirt and blew on his tummy.  He weakly batted at the cat's face as Bean continued blowing on his tummy and make him laugh and giggle until he couldn't stop himself. A puddle was now growing beneath him. 
	"Awww. Looks like the little Riolu wasn't ready for underwear yet, huh? Let's get all of that off of him," Bean said, starting with his championship wristguard, tossing it in the room's garbage followed by his soaked gym shorts and shirt.
	Jack cried out, outstretching his weak little arms. With the slightly decreased height and the loss of muscle, they didn't even look like they fit anymore, yet he'd earned that wristguard! He wanted it back.  "Riolu!"
	"Don't worry. We'll get you in a clean diaper soon, Riolu," Bean mocked.
	"Diaper?" Jack thought, trying to tug away from the grip of the Persian. It was hopeless. That Pokemon that was moments earlier so weak was now treating him like an infant. And he was very much like one.
	"Oops. I almost forgot. Can't have you mistaken for a big boy," the Persian said, pulling off Jack's Soothe Bell to wear himself. "You'll be needing this instead," he said, pulling out an everstone collar. 
	Except unlike his younger cousin's everstone collar, this one was the locking ones they used for kids who wouldn't keep it on. Jack fought, trying to put his paws in the way of the dreaded device, but his feeble paws were wrest away and it was secured. although he continued to try tugging on the latch, it wouldn't even budge, "Ri- Riolu!" Jack started to bawl. 
	Bean seemed not only unphased, but happy about this turn of events. "Not such a big bad tournament winner now, are you? That'll teach you." The Persian then picked him up and began carrying him, his wet underwear still dripping on the floor as they went down the hallway.
	"Ri- Riolu!" Jack tried to cry to get the attention of the charmeleon who had seem him at the counter, still bawling, but she was busy with another customer.
	"Tsk tsk," Bean whispered into his ear as the continued down the hallway. "Do you really think anyone would believe you over the esteemed Doctor Bean? You're just a baby Riolu now. Don't worry. I'll put the rare candies I got from farming your hard-earned experience to good use." 
	Bean then opened the door into an empty changing room. With little ceremony, he replaced Jack's underwear with one of the thick disposable diapers that was readily available at the changing station. In a sense, Jack was happy that he didn't have to endure the humiliation of being changed for long, yet he still wasn't happy that he was getting put back in diapers. 
	"Calmed down, huh? Well I'll give you a chance. Unlock your phone for me and I promise I'll give you some of your levels back. Maybe even enough that you can try tattling on me." Bean said, producing the phone above the helpless riolu.
	Jack thought about it hard. He still remembered the pattern on his phone, but did he trust that the cat would fulfill his end of the bargain? Could he even? He seemed to understand the old technology well enough to use it. As it stood, what were his options? He couldn't remember how to spell words when he thought of trying to get the phone back long enough to send a text. 
	"Ri...olu," Jack said, making grabbypaws to the phone. When that phone came closer, he drew his pattern on it, unlocking the phone with a beeping noise. The phone hovered there for an instant and he realized that the Persian was trying to tempt him into doing something stupid. He didn't bite.
	"Hehe. Well I'm impressed," Bean said, turning the phone back so that he could use it. "Smile for the camera."
	Jack's eyes went wide and he grumbled to himself as the Persian pointed the phone back to him showing the full scene of him in a diaper with his soaked undies nearby. 
	"I had an accident at the daycare and they told me I couldn't leave until I go through potty training again. Succinct. To the point. Send all? Sure!" Bean teased, cackling as he grabbed an item from his pocket - a candy. 
	Jack blushed furiously as he realized his reputation would be ruined. He snatched the candy and quickly gobbled it up, not looking at the cat's smug face as he winced at the bitter taste of it. "Rio...Ugh...That's gross. I- I can talk again." Jack lowered his paws to look at the Persian and saw that he was still grinning. 
	"Why are you...oh no" Jack felt a pain in his gut that suddenly shot through his lower body and he uncontrollably began filling his diaper from the seat. 
	The Persian was standing back significantly as the smell of mess filled the air, yet was intently pointing the camera in Jack's direction. As he groaned and the event ended, Bean punctuated the silence "looks like it'll be longer than I thought all. Wish me luck. Send."
	"N...no..." Jack groaned, reaching out to stop the Persian but he knew it was already too late. Everyone would know that he pooped himself in a diaper. Not even his youngest cousins did that. He heard the clatter of his phone on the changing table, but Bean was already gone when he looked up. He picked up his phone and his text messages were blowing off the hook. Maybe he should just turn it off. 
	One alert stood out from the rest. The one from his father. It simply read, "we're coming to sort this out."
	He was exhausted. He couldn't move. His body had been through so much. So he let sleep take him. 
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	When he woke up, he wasn't in the changing room any more. He was in a dark room surrounded by the sounds of snoring. As he stood up, he realized he was wearing not only a diaper that peeked out from his shorts, but new clothes that weren't his. But he did recognize them. Weren't these Rudy's? 
	"Shhh," an older Pokemon stated as she picked him up and rocked him. "It's not time to wake up yet. Go back to sleep." A paw slipped down his diaper and he felt that he was quite wet which made him more than a little embarrassed.
	"It's okay, Rudy. It's not that bad. Shhh," she whispered. And it wasn't just calming because he was sleepy. Was she using sleep powder?
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	"And how was he today?" Jack heard as he shook awake. It was his uncle Luke. The Lucario was holding him with one arm. "Awww, there's our little fighter. You had a bit day, huh?"
	"Awww, well he was so full of energy at the beginning of the day, but half way through after all of his accidents, he was just out like a light the whole time. You might want to make sure he isn't coming down with something," the woman who'd put him to sleep earlier had said.
	After they were out of earshot, Luke pat his head. "You had a big day, huh, Jack? Don't worry, your dad is taking Rudy for a bit. We're probably going to need to start bringing you here instead from now on. We'll just call you Rudy when you're here, okay? That way the staff doesn't need to know. After all, Rudy's mostly out of pullups now and wants to start training at the gym. Since you had a couple accidents we're just going to keep you in diapers. Just think of daycare time as more training, huh?"
	Jack nodded. He had no idea the extent of the damage. Maybe his family didn't know that the video had been sent beyond just them. Then again, they were treating him like he was a little Riolu again and seemed genuinely concerned. Maybe they just didn't want him to know. He looked for his phone briefly but knew he wouldn't find it. 
	As he was put into the car seat in the back of the van and felt the wet diaper squish beneath his butt, he began to fall back asleep. Just in time to miss the light of the everstone collar locked around his neck flare up for a moment, blocking his evolution. 
	Given that he'd need to go through potty training again before he'd be allowed back in a gym, he might be a while before he got another chance. 
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	A few years later.
	"Come on, Rudy. You're going to be late for the tournament," his father called from the van. "If you wait any longer, Jack's going to start stinking up the place."
	"Uncle Luke!" Jack whined, still wearing the everstone collar as well as Rudy's hand-me-down clothes. 
	Rudy, evolved into a Lucario in the recent months, chomped down on another rare candies. A neighborhood Persian had begun selling them rcently. Every few months they'd go out of stock and then suddenly be back. Thankfully, ever since the cat had begun babysitting for his evolution and potty-training challenged cousin, he'd had a steady supply. 
	As the Lucario sat in the back with his older cousin, he covered his nose. "Phew. Did you wet yourself?"
	"Uncle! He's picking on me again!" Rudy said.
	"Son, stop it. I'll have you know your older cousin used to be a champion fighter and if it wasn't for his bladder problems, he'd probably kick your butt too."
	"As if," Rudy said. "First he'd need to learn a move other than mudslide."
	Jack grumbled. He didn't like Bean, but he'd grown somewhat accustomed to the arrangement he had with him. Maybe his younger cousin would have to learn first-hand what he'd gone through.