Pokediaper! Chapter One

Chapter One

"And so you see, class," Miss Shuka finished. "That is why a battle between a Haunter and a Rattata isn't really much of a fight at all."
Layla jotted down notes as the teacher spoke. She loved to learn about Pokemon. They were so interesting, and had no end of mystery and wonder about them. But despite all that was going on in the lesson, she only help but have her mind on other things...

Bug Catcher Rick...

The guy had been an absolute pain in Layla's ass, endlessly stalking her and sending her love notes and constantly staring at her. Most people didn't blame him. After all, Layla was an absolute bombshell. She had striking turquoise hair, tied up in a pony tail. She always wore tight jeans that showed off her assets, and boy did Layla have some assets! Courtesy of her mother, Layla's bust and waist were the perfect size; she was rocking a DD bra and a firm ass that jiggled just the right amount when she walked.

Rick took her beauty as an obsession, and there seemed to be no end to it. But today would change that. She made a deal with him. A Pokemon battle that would decide it all. If he won, she would take him on a date. If she won, he was never allowed to talk to her again, or pester her with love notes.

The only trouble was, Layla had never had a Pokemon battle in her life.


Sure, she loved to learn the theory behind it and study what Pokemon were and what they could do, but she had never put her Pokemon in a battle before. She only had the one Pokemon, her Vaporeon, and she told herself that she'd never put her through the stress of a battle. Vaporeon had been through too much already.

And yet, in the heat of it all, when Rick squared up to her and challenged her to a battle after school, she found the words 'yes' tripping off her tongue far too easily. She thought vaporeon would hate her for it, and yet she was jumping for joy at the idea, mewing excitedly and blowing bubbles into the air.

Layla reached down to her thigh, where her Pokeball was strapped to in its reduced form. There was room there for another five, but Layla never really had a desire to catch any more of them. Vaporeon was special.

"Right class, I hope you're now up to speed on Ghost type Pokemon, and how best to beat them. They're not an adversary to be taken lightly. Class dismissed." The teacher said, before walking out of the classroom.

Layla picked up her messenger bag and made her way out of the classroom. The vast majority of boys stayed sat down, so they could ogle at Layla's ass as she went. She was one of those girls that all the boys lusted after, but she didn't let it go to her head. She didn't use them or make them do things for her in exchange for a flutter of her eyelids.

"You took your time." Ryan said as Layla finally battled her way out of the classroom, squeezing between the hundreds of students lining the corridor.
"Geez, if some of these kids actually had some manners this place would be a heck of a lot nicer."

Ryan was Layla's best friend. He was a boy in the year above, and although the two of them had never shown any kind of romantic connection, they were a inseparable pair. He was tall, and strong built, like a football player, with short, spikey blonde hair and blue eyes. Ryan always said that he wanted to become a Pokemon breeder some day, that was his passion. But like Layla, he only owned one Pokemon, a Parasect.

"You can say that again," leading Layla down the corridor and clearing the way for her to get through the crowds safely. He looked at her unsurely once the two of them reached the back doors and made their way out into the Grove.
"You don't have to do this you know, Layla." He said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "No one would think any less of you if you backed out of this. You've never even had a battle before."
"So, you don't think I can do it..." She said, not sure if she felt angry or disheartened.
"It's not a question of what I think," Ryan sighed, "You make whatever choice you want, there's no right or wrong answer with this one. Just make sure you think about what it is you're doing. I don't want you or Vaporeon getting hurt."

Layla went to argue back, but couldn't. He was right, she couldn't put her Vaporeon in harms way for the sake of her stalker. That wasn't her Pokemon's responsibility. She walked out further out into the Grove, the open area of grass and trees that hugged the back of the school. It was a beautiful area, bordered with flowers and plants of all kinds. But more often than not, it was a battleground. A place where trainers from the school had a wide open space to conduct their fights.

Layla took the one Pokeball from her thigh and held it in her hands, letting it grow to full size.
"Go, Vaporeon!" She yelled as she threw the ball into the air and from it, in a flash of red light, emerged her Vaporeon. It purred and stretched as it was finally in a space it could move in.
"Vaporeon," she said as she stroked it beneath its chin. "You don't have to battle if you don't want to. I'll understand. It's not fair of me to put you in harms way for the sake of my own problems. I'm going to leave this one to you." She stood up and held her Pokeball in one hand, and in the other she gestured towards the open Grove, where the battle was to take place.

Vaporeon looked from one to the other, seemingly unsure. Before turning to the Grove, with a ready expression, and her fins raised like a dog's hackles. Layla couldn't believe her Pokemon was that loyal to her. Her eyes began to well up a little.
"Thank you..." She smiled, before wiping her eyes and grinning.
"Ok, Vaporeon, let's wipe out this little creep!"

The three of them, Ryan, Layla and Vaporeon, walked out to the centre of the Grove where there was a small crowd of people waiting. Apparently word of this battle had got out.
"So you decided to show after all!" Rick hollered from the School doors as he made his way out into the Grove. "I was under the impression that a Pokemon battle Virgin like yourself would be too scared to take me on." He tipped his hat back confidently and looked Layla in the eye.
"But if humiliating you is what it'll take for you to go on a date with me, then let's do it!"

Layla and Rick took their places at opposite ends of the Grove, Eyeing each other warily. Layla hid her fear well. She'd been studying Pokemon battle theory since she was five, but tackling a real battle was something else entirely. She had to tread carefully.

More people had arrived now, and at least a hundred kids had turned out to see this momentous battle. After all, if the creepiest kid in school managed to swing a date with the hottest girl, it would be a sight to see, and nobody wanted to miss it. Someone was going to walk away from here embarrassed.

The seventh year who was acting as a Referee stepped forward.
"The contenders will each use only one of their Pokemon for this battle. If Layla wins, Rick must agree to never speak to her again or contact her with love notes. If Bug Catcher Rick wins, Layla must allow him to take her on a date for a whole evening." The Ref looked both ways. "Are both contestants in agreement of these terms?" He asked. The two of them nodded, and the determination in their eyes didn't falter. Both of them wanted to win, desperately.

"Let the battle begin!"

"Go, Vaporeon!" Layla yelled. Vaporeon darted out from behind her and took a steady stance in the centre of the Grove. Bug Catcher Rick smiled, before throwing his Pokeball high in the air.
"Take her out, Scyther!"

From the Pokeball emerged a tall, green Pokemon with long scythes for arms. It made no effort to go for Vaporeon, but instead stood deadly still, watching it intently.
"Scyther, use Slash!"
"Agility, Vaporeon!"

Scyther leapt forward at the small, blue creature, thrashing wildly with it's claws, but Vaporeon dodged every hit, darting here and there, between Scyther's legs and out of harms way. Scyther screamed in rage at her.
"Scyther, use double team!" Rick shouted, hoping to match Vaporeon for speed. Almost instantaneously a group of ten Scyther's appeared around Vaporeon, who cowered in the centre of the circle.
"Now use slash!"

The real Scyther leapt forward and tore at Vaporeon, knocking her to the floor. Two large gashes appeared in her side. She staggered to her feet, trembling.
"And again, Scyther!"
"Vaporeon, use ice beam!" Layla screamed desperately as her friend struggled to hold herself up. With her last pocket of energy, Vaporeon turned to Scyther and blasted it with a jet of ice, cold enough to freeze Scyther into a solid block.
"Yeah! That's it Vaporeon!" Layla cheered, astounded that Vaporeon had such power behind her. "Now finish it off with a headbutt!"

Vaporeon slowly tiptoed her way to Layla's side and received a pat on the head, before building up all her speed, and launching herself head first at the frozen Scyther. At impact, the ice shattered, and from the icy mist fell an 'out for the count' Scyther. Layla had won!

Rick stood, mouth agape at what he just saw. Layla's puny Vaporeon had just wiped out his Scyther in one single swoop. His Scyther that he'd worked so hard on to train for this battle, the Pokemon he thought would be unbeatable in a fight against...well, anybody, had fainted.

Ryan was upon Layla before she even had time to cheer.
"You did it!" He chanted before holding her up in the air in his arms. Layla giggled hysterically. She couldn't believe she had done it!

The entire crowd was in an uproar because of her! Vaporeon trotted up towards her and was scooped up in Layla's arms.
"Well done, buddy." She said sincerely, "this victory's on you."

But as Layla stood their, feeling the excitement bubble up inside her, she felt a sensation that was very much unwanted at the time. Through her tight jeans wrapped around her voluptuous thighs, a large wet patch was emerging. Layla felt it run hot and fast down her leg, spreading and spreading, all the way down to her shoes. In the excitement of it all...

...she'd pissed herself.

Snap! [Chapter Three]

Chapter Three

Marie's walk of shame made her blood turn to ice and her heat drop in her chest. How did this happen? Why did this happen? And more importantly, what did Jasper have to do with it? These were all questions that would need answers. Soon.

"Thank you, sir." She said with a meek, tearful nod. Marie turned around, exposing even more leaking lines down the back of her skirt. As she walked, shuffling through her little puddle of piss on the floor, her soaking wet diaper crinkled and squelched. The entire room was silent, and stank to high heavens of Marie O'Sullivan's urine.

The moment the door was shut behind her, Marie ran down the corridor, crying. Her diaper was still leaking, as her bladder hadn't quite finished emptying yet. The soggy, wet plastic marital was squishing between her thighs as she walked, forcing more water out and adding to the trail behind her.

She made her way into the toilets and sobbed her heart out, not even caring if there was anyone in the stalls next to her. Her reputation was gone anyway. The board directors were bound to spread the word that their up and coming representative pissed herself during her presentation.

Marie peeled up her skirt, which was absolutely dripping wet by this point. She undid the tabs on her almost 24 hour old diaper and let it drop to the floor. It landed with a heavy thud. That thing was heavy!

With little else that she could do, Marie peeled down her skirt again, wiped it clean as best she could, and threw her diaper in the trash. She didn't care if anyone found it now. Word would soon spread, she knew it deep down. She walked her way out of the toilets, panty-less and puffy eyes from crying. She returned to her office, and lay a piece of cardboard over her chair so as not to soak it with her piss. There was no telling whether she could have another accident at anytime.

"Well, I think that went rather well, don't you?" Jasper asked with a smirk as he strolled into the office, a beaming grin across his face. Marie looked up at him, feeling her eyes become teary again.
"It was you, wasn't it?" She whimpered. "You spiked my coffee with laxatives."
Jasper's face dropped, becoming stony and serious.
"Maybe it was me..." He said, "maybe I've been putting up with your shit for too long, Marie. Maybe I think it's time that you were punished for your..." His face looked pained as he winced. "...Childish, bratty attitude."

From his pocket he produced his phone, and placed it on her desk. He pressed play on an audio track and a series of unintelligible nonsense came out. Marie looked at him, confused.
"What the hell was that supposed to be?" She sniffed, not understanding what was going on.
"That, my dear Marie, was a subliminal message. A series of statements that are harmless when played normally, but when the message is encrypted in the way that you just heard then, it becomes a powerful form of hypnosis. A hypnosis which you will now be affected by when given the correct commands..."

"...by me."

"The laxative was just the beginning. Now thanks to my recording, which I've been working on for a considerable amount of time now, at my whim, I can affect you in ways you didn't even know we're possible."

Despite her mood, Marie let out a loud laugh.
"You really think I believe in all that hocus pocus bullshit?" She laughed at him. "Give me a break..."
SNAP

Jasper snapped his fingers.
"Rub your tits." Jasper said confidently.

And yet Marie felt something wash over her, like a spell. And she found herself reaching up and grabbing her tits, squeezing them through her bra and lightly pinching her nipples. She moaned a little, feeling a sudden flush of blood to her nether regions.

Jasper snapped his fingers and Marie stopped, aghast at what had just happened to her.
"Powerful stuff, isn't it?" Jasper laughed. He was pleased to see that it had worked. He'd had faith in his plan, but you can never be 100% sure about anything. Now he knew that he had complete and utter control over Marie.
"Now, we're going to be having a fun few days, just to teach you a lesson. We'll see where things go from there. But for now..."

SNAP

"Go home and get changed into a fresh diaper, then I want you to come back here."

Marie had a strange sensation in her stomach as she drove home. She felt peculiar. She knew exactly what was going on. She knew Jasper had hypnotised her, and that he was controlling her at that very moment. And yet she couldn't stop. There was nothing she could do, but carry on driving.

Once she finally got home and got up the stairs, and took a fresh diaper out of her pack. She peeled off her skirt and threw it in the laundry. Despite her hypnotised state, she could still take enjoyment from her change. And as she pulled up the front of the diaper and stuck the tabs down, she felt like a baby again. And that's what she loved.

The question was, what did Jasper have in store for her?