Pokediaper: Chapter Two

"Well I wouldn't believe it if I wasn't smelling the pissy panties with my own nose." Layla's mother scorned as Layla stood with her head lowered in shame before her in soaking wet jeans with blushing cheeks. She'd never felt so embarrassed in all her life.
"I thought this kind of stuff was behind us, Lay." Her mother said, the sharp edge to her voice softening a little as she saw her daughter in tears before her.

Her mother wasn't really angry, but she also didn't know what to do about her daughter's situation. This wasn't the first time Layla had wet herself, but it was the first time since she had moved to Viridian City, and was also the first time it had happened in public. In the past, Layla had mostly wet her bed, or soaked her slouching clothes when she got a little 'too relaxed'.

"What brought it on this time?" She asked her daughter, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
Layla looked up at her mother with bleary eyes and red flushed cheeks.
"I won a Pokemon battle." Layla said, unable to hide the small hint of self-pride in her voice. "I took out that Bug Catcher creep who keeps lusting after me at school."

Despite the circumstance of Layla's victory, a smile crept across her mother's face.
"You're finally battling? Layla that's wonderful!" She beamed, wiping a tear off of her daughter's cheek. "It's nice to see you finally coming out of your shell a little more. It's a sign that you're growing up..." She paused while she looked over her daughter proudly. "...But this problem you've got, Lay." She added grimly, "We can't avoid it forever. We have to get you some help."
"What kind of help...?" Layla asked unsurely. She wasn't sure what to make of her mother's expression, but she knew it wasn't good. Exactly what did she have in mind? Tablets? Surgery?

"Go and have a shower. Change out of those wet panties and jeans. I need to make a quick phone call."

Layla made her way upstairs with Vaporeon following eagerly at her heels. She rubbed affectionately against Layla's leg as she got up to her bedroom.
"God, this is so cold." She winced as she peeled the soaking wet panties and jeans around her ankles, exposing her soaking wet butt and glistening pussy to the cold draft that was creeping in through the window. She stripped down and threw her bra to the floor, letting her bouncing breasts free from their prison, they maintained their perfect shape however.

*

The shower came as such a relief to Layla. The hot soapy water felt like it had washed away some of the embarrassment with her piss.
"Much better." She smiled as she put her bra back on and put on a fresh set of clothes.
She went downstairs to her mother, who was just hanging up the phone as Layla got there.
"Are you ready to come with me, sweetie?" She asked, taking her daughter's hand in her own and gesturing towards the car outside.

*

The car journey was surprisingly quiet, considering Layla had so many questions. Who was her mother speaking to on the phone? Where were they going? What was her mother planning?
Things became a bit more apparent when her mother pulled up at the Pokemon centre.

"Mom?" Layla asked unsurely. "What are we doing here?"
"Just trust me sweetie," her mother said as she got out of the car, arching her back a little as she stood up which emphasised her glorious booty. Layla took after her in most respects, especially in her massive, peachy backside.

"Hello, and welcome to the Viridian City Pokemon centre, how can I help you?" Nurse Joy asked with her usual overly-cheerful tone. Layla was careful as she walked in, as though she was afraid she'd set off some elaborate trap if she stepped wrong.

Nurse Joy leant over the counter with a beaming, rosey cheeked smile. Layla's mother stepped forward.
"Hey, Joy. I rang ahead about my daughter and her... Situation." She trailed off, not quite sure how else to describe what was going on with Layla.

Joy didn't break her smile, but instead turned to Layla and beamed even brighter.
"It's a pleasure to see you Layla, if you'd just like to follow me."
"Mom, what's going on?" Layla asked with genuine concern as she followed Joy behind the desk and to a door at the back of the lobby.
"It'll be ok sweetie, I've just gotta make another phone call."
"Don't you worry about a thing, Layla. I'm gonna get you all fixed up!" She said chirpily.

The room they were in was obviously where Pokemon (and sometimes people) were often treated. Hugging the three walls facing Layla were shelves with stacks upon stacks of medical supplies. Drugs, clothing, needles and the like.

Layla's heart sank when she saw the needles. She was terrified of needles.

"Layla, if you'd just like to take a seat on here please." Joy said, tapping a large operating table in the centre of the room. "But if you'd like to strip down for me first, it will make this much easier."

Shit. Layla thought, she's not going to operate on me, is she?

Reluctantly, and casting an unsure eye up to Joy every few seconds, Layla removed her clothes. She took particularly long in peeling off her panties and unclipping her bra. She didn't feel comfortable stripping down to her birthday suit in front of this stranger. Soon all she was wearing was the small patch of public hair above her pretty little pussy.

Layla hopped up onto the table under Nurse Joy's watchful eye.
"Right Layla, if you'd just like to lay back for me." Joy asked, whilst she started to rummage around on the shelves next to her.
"Restraints!" Joy hollered, and before Layla could react, four leather bands had shot up from within the table and wound themselves around her wrists and ankles, holding her down tightly.
"I'm sorry about the restraints Layla, it's just a precaution so that you don't lash out and I end up hurting you."

Layla couldn't see what Joy was up to, but she could hear the low hum of a machine as Joy began to work on her 'special region'.
"No! What are you doing?" Layla whimpered, imaging the enormous needle that Joy would no doubt be holding in her hand. Layla winced as she felt something make contact with her skin, something metal running up and down against the area above her vagina.
"Please!" Layla screamed, "just tell me what you're doing!"

Just as Layla was ready to scream again, Joy finished, and stood up straight with the electric razor in her hand.
"There we go." Joy smiled, giving Layla a light blow on the pussy to blow the hair away. Layla trembled a little at the sensation.
"You- you shaved me?" Layla asked, dumbfounded.
"Of course I did, sweetie." Joy smiled as though there was nothing strange about the situation as Layla lay there strapped to the table. "It'll make the next stage so much easier!"

What Nurse Joy produced next made Layla contort her face in disgust. Part of her actually wished she was just getting an injection. How would she ever live this down?

"Now Layla, I'm going to put you in this diaper for your own protection. Your mother says your wettings are far too frequent and heavy. You need something to take the strain and jeans and panties just don't do the job I'm afraid."
"There's no way in hell you're putting that thing on me..." Layla growled, but had little room to argue as she was so tightly restrained.
"I beg to differ, sweetie." Nurse Joy said darkly, unfolding the diaper. She took it in her hand and forced it under Layla's cheeks, making her jump a little and squeal.
"If you struggle it will only make this harder..." Joy said with a frown, expertly forcing the diaper around Layla's voluptuous behind and pretty pussy.
"Stop it! I hate it!" Layla whined as Joy finished taping the diaper on and gave her a little pat on the front.
"I'll just bring your mother in, Layla." She said as she left through the front door.

"Sweetie," her mother said as she came back in almost instantly. "I know this isn't ideal, but until we get your problem solved I want you to wear diapers."
"But- but Mom I'm a teenager, I'm not a baby."
"Yes, but despite being a teenager you still wet your panties on a regular basis. You can't keep living like this. But I've found someone who can possibly help you."
"Who?"
"I want you to go and stay with my cousin for a while: Delia Ketchum...

"...and her son, Ash."