I absolutely hate my cousin, Tyler. He’s a Lucario, whereas I’m a Riolu. For whatever reason, I hadn’t evolved even though I’m sixteen and he’s only eleven. Our family comes from a long line of fighters. Ever since I became the oldest of our family line to participate in the youth Pokemon tournament, I’d won every year. Nothing less was expected of us.

	Tyler was a bit of a sore loser. My uncle was the eldest brother so there were a lot of expectations of his children. Tyler didn’t handle that well, often disputing any point that his opponents would earn against him. Because we had the last names and all the boys in our family look the same when we’re Riolus, I got mistaken for him a lot and it led to a lot of resentment from fellow competitors.

He evolved before our last tournament, but he hadn’t gotten much stronger from it. We got paired up in the first match and I ended it with a single counter, sending him out of bounds. Usually he’d get a lot further in the tournament, but that’s just how random lots work. Plenty of Pokémon from the same gym got matched up in the first round.

Ever since then, he’d refused to acknowledge me. At our gym, he made up stories about how I was staying a Riolu so I could stay in a lower weight and age class. To my credit, nobody believed him, but that only made him angrier. The rumors escalated to personal attacks like needing diapers at night and using banned rare candies to boost my level, leading to me remaining unevolved. Because these rumors were more based on the strange fact that I hadn’t evolved, there was more credibility to them, and a few of the more gullible Pokémon began repeating it.

	I didn’t care much about rumors, but the fact that he was going to be staying over during our Aunt’s vacation was an issue for me. I did my best to maintain my composure when I found out. My father didn’t care for whining or tattletales, so telling him wouldn’t likely do much good. 

	I’d just need to deal with him.

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	“Hey Kevvy.” Tyler cooed, scratching my chin.

	“It’s not Kevin. It’s Nick.” I chided, batting away his paw.

	“Could’ve fooled me,” he snickered, lifting the back seat of my pants.

	“Hey! Quit that!” I said, blushing. Unfortunately, it was true that Kevin and I were both Riolus. However, Kevin was only six-years-old. We both looked the same so we wore a lot of the same clothes. However, Kevin needed diapers, so he had a bulge in his pants that was clearly absent in mine. Aside from that, my markings were slightly different. I had a diamond on my top of my left paw whereas he had a star on his right cheek.

	“How else am I gonna know which of you needs a diaper change?” he teased, picking me up.

	“Cut that out, Tyler. I might be a Riolu, but I’m still older than you. You know that it’s me,” I protested, lifting my left paw to show off the diamond but also for the threat of it all.

	“Fine fine,” he said, putting me down, but not before giving my butt a pat for good measure. 

	Did I explain how much I hated my younger cousin?

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	Later that day, he was playing with Kevin. Tyler was actually a decent cousin to him since he wasn’t competition yet. It bothered me that he kept using baby-speak for him since he was much older than he appeared. Still…Kevin himself enjoyed it. Perhaps there was some part of him that enjoyed the treatment. 

Perhaps because he was comfortable with changing Kevin or perhaps it was because he was tall enough to help, he was enlisted to assist with the necessary diaper changes. I certainly didn’t mind that I never had to help. I loved my little brother, but he was in no hurry to grow up. Childish games distracted from my own training.

	“So, how do you keep Kevvy so docile during changes?” he asked my father.

	“Most of the time we give him a sleep berry or a paralysis berry. He loves the things. They’re temporary so it doesn’t hurt to give them to him from time to time so long as you don’t overdo it. His pacifier has a bit of the stuff on it too if you need to settle him down for longer.”

	These were things that I vaguely overheard but I didn’t take too much stock in. I knew about status berries, but I’d avoided them myself. I had no interest in being subjected to adverse status effects on a regular basis.
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	During the night, something was wrong. I felt something in my maw and tried to spit it out but found that I couldn’t.

	The light flicked on and I was surprised to see my cousin standing there. My eyes trained downward to my muzzle and realized that he’d somehow gotten my little brother’s pacifier in. I tried to activate a move to get out of this, but I couldn’t even struggle, my muscles weakened by the berry-laden pacifier. It wouldn’t last long, though, and I’d act then.

	To my surprise, Tyler pulled out his smartphone and before I could close my eyes, a Hypno was already flashed on the screen, using hypnosis against me. Wordlessly, I heard the suggestion in my thoughts, “you are a good Riolu. A good Riolu. Good Riolu’s listen to Lucarios. You want to obey your Lucario.”

	“I’m your Lucario,” Tyler said, ending the hypnosis with a click of his phone. “Now suck on your pacifier.”

	Inwardly, I tried to steel my resolve, but I was a good Riolu and good Riolus suck on their pacifiers. As I did so, the berry’s effects grew more and more powerful, making it even difficult to suckle as everything grew numb.

	“Good Riolu,” he said, causing a surge of pleasure to course through me with those words.

	I couldn’t resist as he picked me up and took me to Kevin’s room. Although Kevin was six-years-old, he still slept in his crib because he wasn’t ready for a big bed. Diaper changes were just so much easier when he’s in a crib, or so my parents said.

	As I was laid next to him, I got what he was going for. “Haha. I get it. I’m a Riolu. We look alike. How funny.” Except I couldn’t say any of those words. I could only suckle like a good Riolu.

	As he pulled out his phone, I instinctively closed my eyes to avoid the effect, but I didn’t need to, because he was only pointing it to Kevin. I still heard the suggestion quietly like an echo through the air. 

He didn’t wake, even as Tyler started to change his diaper. Except…he didn’t toss the diaper in the trash. No…he slipped that wet diaper beneath me. I could only suckle on the pacifier like a good Riolu as the still-warm diaper was taped up around me.

Beneath my fur, I blushed furiously. I’d not had a diaper on in at least 13 years. Let alone a wet one. his probably didn’t look good. He pulled out his phone and I closed my eyes again, expecting another hypnosis effect. Instead, the flash of a camera and clicking noise emanated from it and I opened my eyes to see that he’d taken a full-body photo of me in the obviously soaked diaper.

“Wait until the boys at the gym get a load of the proof that my cousin is a little baby bedwetter,” Tyler boasted, pointing to the obviously visible diamond on my left paw.

	I couldn’t say anything because the effect of the hypnosis that forced me to continually use the paralysis-inducing pacifier. I wanted to snatch the phone out of his paws and delete that photo, but I was completely helpless and he had ‘proof.’

	“That’s a good little Kevvy. That’s a good baby Riolu,” he cooed, forcing yet another piece of my dignity to dismiss itself as I continued suckling on the pacifier, unable to refute his words or resist the good feeling that occurred when he called me a good Riolu.

	“This was fine. This was fine.” I repeated over and over in my head. I couldn’t lose myself. Eventually, my dad would notice that I had a diamond on my paw. Except…

	As I laid there on the crib, I watched Tyler pull out dyes and a pair of stencils. I did my best to activate something, anything. It was no use. I was forced to lay there helplessly as he painted over my black diamond with blue dye. And while I couldn’t see it, he then placed the stencil on my right cheek and began dying it black, looking to my little brother to confirm the placement.

	“Not so much of a big cousin now, are you Kevvy?” he said with a snicker.

	I wasn’t. For all my years, I hadn’t grown a single inch after being hatched. I’d never been ‘big.’ Nevertheless, I felt the smallest I ever had, since I could do nothing to resist this opponent who had complete power over me.
	
I watched as my briefs were slipped onto Kevin, immediately forming a wet spot around the crotch since he hadn’t been wiped up from the diaper. I mentally winced while the same process happened to him in reverse – his cheek being dyed blue while his left paw got a very familiar diamond. He looked exactly like me. It was humiliating.

	And still, I could only suckle like a good Riolu. Sleep! I needed sleep! That would break the hypnosis and end this nightmare, ironically enough. Then I could explain this all to dad and punish Tyler.

	While he worked on my little brother, saying words that faded into the background, I used ‘rest,’ forcing myself to sleep until I could recover.

	I woke up to an awful taste in my maw. It was still dark. Unfortunately, it hadn’t been a dream. I felt the weight of the soaked diaper around my waist and the smug expression of my cousin spoonfeeding me some blue mush. I tried to spit it out but realized that while the hypnosis had worn off, the pacifier hadn’t become dislodged quickly enough. I could only swallow while the too-sweet berries traveled down my throat.

	I recognized almost immediately what I’d done. Those were status berries. Paralysis ones, specifically. And by the sight of it, it had been more than the one that was usually fed to my little brother. By my count, it was at least six. A sudden flooding of my diaper confirmed my suspicions. I hadn’t wet myself since I could remember. Yet my muscles weakened to the point that I couldn’t even control my bladder.

	“Awww, poor little Kevvy. We’ll get you changed in a second. I’ve got to take care of something right quick,” Tyler said, replacing the pacifier into my muzzle.

	Tyler ferried me to my father’s room where he was asleep in bed. He shook him awake, “Hey Uncle M. Both your cubs are wet.”

	“Both of them?” he asked after shaking his head to clear the fog of his mind from sleep. 

	Father climbed out of bed and walked up to us and I wanted more than anything to tell him what was wrong but could only drool with my paralyzed muscles. 

	“Oof. He’s smelly. He must’ve done a super soak.”

	“I wouldn’t be surprised if he was messy,” Tyler joked.

	“If that’s the case, he’s all yours,” my dad joked, much to my dismay, especially if it were true. “Now…you wouldn’t have woken me up for that. His diapers could’ve handled it. Did you say something about Nick?”

	“He’s still in bed. I didn’t want to wake him, but he’s got a huge wet spot.”

	My father hurriedly walked over to my room. There in my bed was Kevin, tucked in and with a large wet spot indeed apparent from both smell and the sight of it. “Oh dear. Nick? Nick?”

	I tried to respond, but the paralysis berries’ effects extended to my vocal cords.

	Kevin woke up in my bed and shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said simply, not betraying that it was really him as he woke up and inspected the bed. It was weird not seeing the star on his cheek. 

	“It’s okay. Accidents happen, Nick. Just try to get to the bathroom next time. Now help me with these sheets.”

	“If it’s okay Uncle M, I’ll take this little stinker into his room for changies.”

	“Thanks Tyler. I appreciate it. It’s nice having another Lucario in the house when your aunt is gone.”

	I was fuming, but I couldn’t make any outward indication of my rage. It was all going according to Tyler’s plan. I couldn’t even look to see if he was joking about whether I might be messy. At least I wasn’t in my brother’s piss anymore.

	“Now, are you going to watch Mr. Hypno, or am I going to have to keep feeding you more paralysis berries until you’re my little incontinent Riolu cousin?” Tyler asked, holding his phone up.

	Perhaps he didn’t know. Hypnosis could be resisted. Status berries couldn’t be because you were eating them. If you took too many of them there were, as Tyler suggested, possibly permanent adverse effects. I kept my eyes open, making no motion to close them as he turned on the video.

	“That’s a good baby Riolu,” he cooed, patting my belly.

	It was too late to close my eyes. The suggestion came in, “You’re a good Riolu. You’re a good Riolu. Repeat it after me. ‘I’m a good Riolu.’

	Despite the paralysis, my muzzle struggled to babble against the pacifier and I knew that it had taken effect. Drat. At least it meant I didn’t need to eat more paralysis berries. A good sleep would remove this effect again.

	The Hypno wasn’t done having me repeat him, though. “Good Riolus listen to their Lucarios.”

	Once more, I repeated. Nothing was different about this.

	“Good Riolus don’t know counter.”

	Oh no, I thought, as the Hypno named the move and I was forced to repeat. I felt the information of the move leaving my brain. The Hypno proceeded to go down a list of all the moves, naming each and every one I knew, even through TMs. 

	The Hypno didn’t stop, still. “Good Riolus are good because they are cute and open to new training.”

	I was forced to repeat it, knowing the effect it would have, lowering my stats. Something was wrong, though. I should’ve only lost a few points. Instead, I felt all of my experience fading away, leaving only my memories of non-combat in my mind. I was level 1. This wasn’t a normal hypnosis ability.

	The recording wasn’t over, still. “Good Riolus will never evolve. Good Riolus stay cute little Riolus for their Lucarios forever.”

	As the babble left my maw, a sense of dread overcame me. Wait. That wasn’t possible. Hypnosis wears off after sleep. All these effects were going to end, right? The Hypno was about to say something else. I could see that he was struggling to say it. Oh no.

	Tyler paused the video. “Such a good Riolu. Eat the berry.” 

	A whimper escaped my muzzle as I was forced to eat the berry. Against my expectations, the paralysis effect wore off rather than intensified. I once more had control of my limbs. I tried to activate one of my moves but found that the hypnosis was still in effect. Only the paralysis had been removed. I couldn’t even think of the names of the moves I once knew. 

	“Now, my little cousin. I’m going to offer you a choice. You play the part of your little brother while I’m here or I’ll finish the tape. And I’ll be taking that promise as an aura transfer.”

	He had me figuratively by the balls. I couldn’t do anything to fight him. All he had to do was command me to watch the tape and I’d be subject to its effects. Unless it was a bluff. Which wasn’t likely. I could sense something different happening and slipping away from me. On the other hand, an aura transfer meant giving a portion of your power to the Lucario recipient until the deal was made good. It was an unbreakable promise between Riolus and Lucarios. Your subconscious knew when a promise was fulfilled and when it was broken and attempting to break it meant permanently losing half or more of your abilities. I couldn’t let that happen.

	“Fine. I’ll play your game.”

	“Phew,” Tyler said, placing his paw on mine and accepting the exchange of that aura as payment. He snapped his fingers and placed another berry in my maw, and immediately I felt all my moves return and the hypnosis end. Immediately, that power was sapped and halved, flowing through our handshake.

	“Now, what’s your name?” he said with a smirk.

	I had to be careful. I knew what he was trying to do, even if he was joking about it. “Kevvy,” I said with a blush.

	“What a cute little baby Riolu. And who’s your bestest cousin in the whole wide world?”

	“You,” I said with more than a little bitterness in my thoughts.

	“And why’s that?” he asked, placing his paw on the front of my diaper.

	“Because…” I gulped, finding swallowing my pride harder than I thought. I knew the sort of thing that Kevin would say and I forced myself to say it, cringing ever so slightly, “Because you change my diapees and treat me like a baby.”

	“Good boy. Now lets go check on your older brother Nicky, huh?”

	He took my paw in his in the way that he usually escorted Kevin around the house. I’d never walked around in a diaper before. It felt strange. What’s more, I could feel his grip on my paw. He’d grown a lot stronger from that aura transfer and I was feeling quite wobbly. His paw was actually doing quite a lot to stabilize me with that grip.

	 When we walked into my room, I saw Kevin standing by as our father was leaving. “Oh, I see you’ve changed him. Thanks for all your help, Tyler. I’m glad you’re here. I’ve got this situation taken care of. You boys can get back to bed now,” he said, yawning and walking back to bed.

	Once he closed the door, Tyler did the same. “This will be a fun weekend.”