[Pokemon ABDL] Cynthia's Acceptance

Chapter 1
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Cynthia strolled through the wilderness just outside of Celestic town, taking in the views of Mt. Coronet. She could hear a couple of children playing in the distance and smiled. So many memories were held here. When her Grandmother first brought her to the ruins. Her Grandfather spoiling her with all the ice cream she’d ever wanted. Even the short time that her Parents were alive, reading her and her baby Sister bedtime stories.

She sighed heavily. Her parents were long dead. She’d cried for months afterwards. Never in front of her Sister of course. “She was only 5 then” she whispered. Her Sister was now 24 and last she’d heard was travelling around Unova, carrying on the research work their Grandmother started.

Cynthia bit back a sob. Her Sister was all she had left now. And she couldn’t even make it home for Grandmother’s funeral. Not for lack of trying of course. Severe storms in recent weeks had completely halted most travel between the two regions. They’d had to settle for a video call. She made her way back to her family home.

The Pokemon League was at least forgiving and had given her some time off and delayed any tournaments. She wasn’t even sure she could fulfill her role as Champion right now. She opened the door, only greeted by silence. She made her way to her bedroom, ignoring the room her Grandparents used to sleep in. “You’ll have to clear it out eventually” she muttered to herself.

Once she walked into her room, she made her way over to her closet. Losing your Parents at such a young age did strange things to you. She dug out a lockbox and opened it, revealing a key to a safe. “Guess I won’t need to hide this anymore” she whispered.

The safe hidden by a panel of wood contained things she 100% would not be seen dead in. She opened the safe and took a long whiff of the smell. The safe held a few diapers, big enough to fit her, along with a pacifier, and a couple of onesies. Grabbing one, she held it to her face and inhaled.

“Of all the things that give you comfort it had to be this” she muttered, grabbing the pacifier and putting it in. She stripped naked and unfolded the diaper. It still made her nervous whenever she wore them. But with her Sister hundreds of miles away and nobody else having a key to the house, she was safe to do this. She sat down on the diaper and folded it up over her crotch. “I could get a lot more stuff now…” she pondered.

“Maybe I’ll make the basement into a nursery” she taped up her diaper. The were adorable with their Gible prints. Once she was happy the tapes were secured, she grabbed her pink onesie and put it on. After snapping on the buttons, she clipped her paci to it and grabbed her bottle and a stuffed Gible plush from her bed.

“At least I didn’t have to hide you” she whispered, hugging it tightly. Sure, a grown woman sleeping with a plushie was a little immature, but it was hardly weird. Some adults even collected them. She made her way downstairs, already knowing the best path to avoid any windows. “I’m sure people would understand if I closed all the curtains” she whispered. But that would only work for so long.

She smiled as she got to the kitchen. There was a window here that could see the entire kitchen. Unless you crawled and closed the curtains. She got to her knees and crawled over to it, closing the curtains. The kitchen was much darker now, but that didn’t matter. She was only here for one thing.

Cynthia sucked her pacifier, eager to just forget the last few days as she filled her bottle with milk and heated it in the microwave. Once she had her warm bottle of milk, she walked into the sitting room where the blinds were already closed. She turned on the TV and started watching her favourite show. A young girl of about 5 named Amy and her Skitty were searching for clues on who stole from the cookie jar!

She took her paci out and started drinking her milk. “Baba yummy” she muttered, holding the bottle with both hands. She giggled as she watched Amy and Skitty walk around the house with a magnifying glass. She let go of her bottle with one hand to play with her hair. “I should get ribbons… tie them in pigtails” she muttered. Were they even still called pigtails if your hair literally went down to your butt?

She smiled when she felt a twinge in her bladder. It took no effort to just let go, having done this for well over 10 years. She sighed, relishing the feeling of wetting her diaper. She took her bottle out half finished and put her thumb in her mouth to suck. She used her other hand to rub the front of her diaper. “Should have brought my vibrator” she whispered, picking up speed with her rubbing.

She giggled as it turned out Amy’s Skitty had stolen from the cookie jar! “Bad Skitty” she said, moaning as she kept rubbing her diaper. She moaned again as she came into her diaper, but winced as she bit her thumb because of it. “Dammit” she said, making sure she didn’t draw blood.

Bite marks that would fade soon. She sighed and grabbed her bottle to drink again. Now Amy and Skitty were exploring their back garden for treasure. She smiled as she watched but in the back of her mind, a little voice nagged at her. This was wrong. On so many levels. She was an adult. Sinnoh’s famous Champion, and according to some polls was ranked as the number 1 Champion across all regions. She shouldn’t be enjoying this. It should be mortifying. Humiliating.

 Cynthia shook her head, taking her bottle out. Some people turned to alcohol or drugs to deal with grief. Others dedicated themselves to their work. “And I wanted to stay a baby” she muttered, head in hands as she now ignored everything around her. Oh if only the world knew that the greatest Champion was currently sitting in her own piss, drinking milk from a baby bottle as she pleasured herself and watched a childrens cartoon. 

“No point letting it go to waste” she muttered. She sighed and finished her milk, unscrewing the top and drinking it straight. She scowled as she got up and turned the TV off. “Barely even 15 minutes” she muttered. These thoughts always came up. And every time they ruined her baby time. She walked back upstairs, Gibble and bottle in hand.

“Just 1 day without thinking like that…” she muttered, washing the bottle out in her bathroom. A whole day where she could act like a baby and not have to deal with the real world. A pipe dream if she ever had one.

She put the bottle back in the safe and tossed her Gible on the bed when the doorbell rang. “Shit” she said. Cynthia threw a black bathrobe over her onesie and a towel around her waist and neck for good measure. She rushed down the stairs and opened the door. “Oh. Well this is a surprise visit” she said.

Of all the people she expected at her front door, Dawn was certainly near the bottom of the list. “Sorry for dropping by unannounced. May I come in?” she asked. Ordinarily Cynthia would have said no, yet something compelled her to nod and let the blue haired woman in. She’d filled out rather nicely since Cynthia had last seen her.

She shook her head as Dawn walked into her house. “What the hell am I thinking?” she whispered. Wasn’t she only like 10? But she looked to be twice that age. Was that normal?...

“I uh… see you’ve noticed” Dawn said. “You see… this is gonna be a long story and I needed to talk to someone with knowledge of old legends” she said. Cynthia’s jaw hit the floor as Dawn shrank before her very eyes. “It uh… involves Jirachi” she said.

“... It’s way too early for alcohol” she muttered, watching as the blue haired girl went from about 20 years old to 10. She led Dawn into her kitchen and put the kettle on. “Tea? Afraid I’m out of coffee” she asked.

“Yes please” Dawn replied. Cynthia set the mugs down on the table and sat down beside Dawn. She winced, suddenly remembering she was wearing a wet diaper. “I was wandering around the peak of Mt. Coronet talking to Piplup. I don’t really remember what I said leading up to it, but I said that I wished… that I wished I could just warp reality. I don’t know what possessed me to say it but I did”

Cynthia could only stare at her. Had she not watched the girl go from a grown woman to a child, she’d not have believed her. Dawn started to grow back up again. “We were confronted by a pokemon that called itself Jirachi. I was hoping you might know something about it”

Cynthia leaned back in her chair. “That’s very odd. Jirachi usually only appears with the Millennium comet, and that passed a while ago… you weren’t singing by any chance?” she asked, biting her tongue as she squished her diaper between her legs.

“Uh… probably? I’ve been doing that a lot lately and I don’t really notice it anymore” Dawn replied, now a fully grown woman again.

“And you changed to an adult by your own will?” Cynthia asked. Dawn nodded. “What else? Jirachi normally grants 3 wishes” she said and sipped her tea.

Dawn blushed. “No, it was just the one wish but I… uh… I can change literally anything. I made a trainer I encountered… well I made her piss herself for lack of a better phrase” she said. Cynthia blushed and set her tea down. “As far as she was concerned it was completely normal to be standing in soaked panties… I fixed it of course but… I don’t think I want to be THIS powerful” she said.

Cynthia stared at the girl turned woman. "Well I don't believe you have to worry about abusing it. Jirachi only appears with the comet, and the singing of a pure soul" she said. Dawn blushed, but it quickly faded. "Hiding your blush? Damn, wish it was that easy" Cynthia chuckled. 

"Well I might as well use it on myself. I'm just worried about hurting others…" Dawn said, raking a sip of her tea. 

"And that's probably why Jirachi granted your wish Dawn. Although I'd appreciate you didn't mention you found Jirachi to anyone else. Word gets around too quick" Cynthia said. 

It would be tough trying to make sure nobody tried to take Jirachi. Far easier to just not let people know it was in Mt. Coronet. Cynthia shifted in her chair, making her diaper crinkle. "What was that noise?" Dawn asked. 

"I don't know" Cynthia shrugged, trying to not seem bothered despite her mild panic attack she was having internally. 

Dawn stared at her. "Is everything alright? You look tired. And not to judge or anything but is it normal for you to wear a bathrobe and towels with guests?" she asked. Cynthia sighed. She could at least answer the first question. 

"Not exactly fine, no. My Grandmother died and I buried her this morning. And I was just going to go for a shower when you called in" she said. Dawn covered her mouth. 

"Oh Arceus I'm sorry! I had no idea" she said. Cynthia held her hand up.

"Which is why you don't need to apologise" she said, shifting again. The diaper crinkling made her blush. 

Dawn stared at her bathrobe. "I didn't think you'd wear something pink" she smiled. Cynthia blushed and quickly covered her onesie. Dawn at least couldn't tell what it was. "Pink suits you" she said. 

Cynthia scoffed. "I've worn mostly black since I was 15. Pink suits me? Doubt it" she said. It wasn't exactly true. She'd bought the pink onesie because she wanted to look cute. That it kept her diapers from drooping was just a plus. 

Dawn suddenly blushed. Hard. It was like she'd been going a high speed and stopped suddenly from how red she was. "Are YOU alright Dawn?" she asked. 

"You… you're wearing a diaper" 

Cynthia's heart skipped a beat and her stomach dropped. The 2 just stated at each other for a good 10 seconds. Dawn could change reality. And she must have tried to find out what the crinkling noise was. 

"... Yeah" Cynthia managed, her voice cracking. She suddenly felt very claustrophobic, the tension in the air pushing against her.

Dawn gave a half hearted smile. "It's cute?" she said. "I… I'm sorry. I just wanted to know what the noise was" 

Cynthia took a deep breath, exhaling shakily as she gripped her mug. "I know it's weird. Can… can you maybe fill yourself in on why I wear diapers? It's too long a story to go through" she gulped down a mouthful, trying to stay calm. 

Dawn gasped. "Wow. That was a lot" she said. Cynthia snorted. A lot of pain, sure. A lot of diapered fun, absolutely. Dawn surprised Cynthia by not only not laughing, but just smiling. “Why do you hate it? I think it’s adorable” she said.

Cynthia sighed. “In case you didn’t get the memo, an adult wearing a baby print diaper, drinking from a baby bottle, and watching cartoons is 100% weird” she said. Sure Dawn could change reality to her whim, but she was still just 10… mentally. She didn’t understand that adults simply COULDN’T be doing this.

Cynthia froze. And Dawn giggled. They had both had similar ideas. “Well, I can fix that no problem if you’d like?” she said. Cynthia blushed as her mug was turned into a baby bottle with Gible theme to match her diaper. She stared at the bottle, unsure how to respond. Part of her squealed at the opportunity to live out her fantasy.

Yet the adult Cynthia wasn’t convinced. The voice in the back of her mind was insulting. She was going to let a child treat her like a baby? Why would she ever say yes to such a thing? Dawn scoffed. “How about instead of arguing with yourself,” she said.

Cynthia yelped as her towels and bathrobe flew off her. “You just enjoy something that’s a part of your life?” Dawn giggled as Cynthia’s tea turned to milk and a pacifier materialised on the table in front of her.

Cynthia blushed, now sitting in just her wet diaper and pink onesie. “I… I don't’ think that’s…” Cynthia stuttered. Dawn could CHANGE REALITY! And she was trying to think up an excuse to NOT live out her fantasy?! 

“Oh come on! I’d be able to be your Mommy, and we could even go trick or treating if you want!” Dawn said. Was it Halloween? Had she really buried her Grandmother on Halloween and not even noticed it? Dawn would be her Mommy… Yeah she was definitely too innocent to mean it any other way than literally.

Cynthia released a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “I… I guess trying it couldn’t hurt” she muttered. In an instant, things began changing. She heard the TV turn on in the sitting room as Amy and her Skitty continued their adventures. She felt her hair parting in the middle and saw 2 ribbons tying either side up. She blushed hard when she felt her diaper. It was still wet, but she was slowly forgetting what a wet diaper felt like. After a few seconds, the only way she knew her diaper was wet was she remembered peeing in it.

“Why don’t you go watch your cartoon while I make sure everything else is ready?” Dawn said. Cynthia’s pacifier clipped to her onesie and her bottle filled up with milk. Cynthia bit her lip and nervously shuffled into the sitting room. There was now a playpen, big enough to easily fit her, and it was filled with toys.

She sat on the couch, flinching as a blanket appeared on her. “So soft” she whispered as it covered her in its warmth. She hesitated only for a moment before drinking her bottle. She could hear Dawn rooting around upstairs. Cynthia soon became distracted by Amy and Skitty. Dawn had created an entirely new episode.

“It’s okay to like your diapies! It’s completely harmless and makes you happy!” Amy said to a crying toddler with suspiciously similar blonde hair to Cynthia.

“Diapies” she whispered. She smiled as Amy played with the diapered mini Cynthia and her Skitty. They played tag, and climbed the jungle gym in the playground, and went down the slides, with Amy helping the toddler the whole time.

“Hope she didn’t broadcast that to every TV. A lot of parents would complain” she snorted. But that didn’t matter right now. Cynthia finished her bottle and put her paci in, sucking it as she cuddled up to her blankie. “Blankie” she muttered.

Shortly afterwards, Dawn came back down. “Alright Cynthia, are you ready to see your new room?” she asked, picking Cynthia up with little to no effort. Cynthia blushed as her butt was rested on Dawn’s hip. She nodded, holding her blankie tightly.

Cynthia giggled when she saw her door, now bright pink with yellow letters spelling out Cynthia’s Nursery. Dawn opened the door and she gasped. The room was so much bigger than it had previously been. And it was just so cute!

Her wooden floors were replaced by carpet. Her bed with a giant crib. EVERYTHING was infantilised but for her size. “How about we get you out of that wet diapie first?” Dawn asked. Cynthia giggled, having forgotten she was wet, and nodded. Dawn brought her over to her new changing table and removed her onesie snaps.

“Oh, what’s this?” Dawn said. Cynthia looked at her as she was reaching under the changing table. She suddenly pulled Cynthia’s Gible out and gave it to her. “It’s Gible! What was he doing there?” she asked.

Cynthia giggled again, now in a very good mood. “He wath hidin’!” she said, blushing at the lisp her paci gave her. She hugged Gible as Dawn started untapping her diaper.

“He’s such a naughty little thing hiding from you, isn’t he?” Dawn lifted her legs and removed the wet diaper. Cynthia nodded.

“Bad Gibwe!” she lisped. Dawn unfolded another Gible diaper for her and Cynthia kept giggling. The idea that her inanimate plushie of Gible was hiding from her just made so much sense to her. Her diapie probably smelled like pee, and Gible didn’t like the smell. No! He wasn’t hiding! He was helping Dawn get her a new diapie so he didn’t have to smell her peepee anymore!

Cynthia snuggled her Gible, thanking him for being such a good friend by telling Mommy she was wet. She blushed. Not only for realising she just completely made up a story like that, but also for calling Dawn Mommy. But she shrugged it off. Dawn had offered to be her Mommy. It was only natural she’d see her as such.

Her crotch was powdered and she noticed she was completely shaved down there now. “Such pesky hairs aren’t needed for you baby Cynie” Mommy said, obviously having read her mind. Cynthia giggled. Cynie. She liked that name. She didn’t really have a childhood nickname before.

Mommy taped her diaper up, giving her bum a pat. Mommy then started taking Cynthia’s onesie off, leaving her boobies exposed to the world. Mommy frowned, and Cynthia felt their weight disappear. They were still there, but it was like they weighed nothing. “There! Now baby Cynie’s back won’t hurt” Mommy said. Mommy picked out a thick, pink footed onesie and put it on her.

“Can’t have you feeling cold, can we?” Mommy said. Cynthia sucked her paci, sighing as the soft fleece brushed against her skin. “Now, can you be a big girl for Mommy and walk downstairs?” Mommy asked.

Cynthia was about to get up but hesitated. Mommy carried her up here. And Mommy wanted her to enjoy her baby time. Cynthia giggled and shook her head no. “Oh? Little Cynie isn’t a big enough girl to walk?” Mommy smiled. Cynthia shook her head again. “See? Being a baby isn’t so bad baby Cynie” Mommy said, picking her up again.

Cynthia, now with both Gible and her blankie in hand, giddily bounced in Mommy’s arms. Mommy laughed at her. “What’s gotten you so excited Cynie?” she asked.

“I dunno!” Cynthia giggled. She just felt so full of energy. Like she could crawl a marathon. But there was something else at the back of her mind… “Oh! Me goin’ twick oh tweating watew!” she said.

“Yes you are Cynie! Mommy’s gonna have to make you a costume” Mommy said, rubbing her back. Cynthia stared into the distance, daydreaming of all the candy she was gonna get! “And since you were a good girl and drank ALL your din dins baba, Mommy thinks baby Cynie deserves some ice cream!” Mommy sang.

Cynthia squealed. “Yay! Ithe cweam! Ithe cweam!” she chanted. Mommy walked into the kitchen where a highchair now stood. Mommy sat her in it and closed the tray. Cynthia now bounced even more as she watched Mommy make ice cream out of thin air. “Chocowate!” she cheered, seeing the melting brown treat.

Mommy filled the bowl and gave her a spoon. Cynthia clumsily held it as she started eating her ice cream. Mommy chuckled at her. “Good thing Mommy doesn’t have to wash your clothes. Such a messy baby” she said. Cynthia could guess she might have spilled some, but that didn’t matter. Mommy would take care of it. She dug in, savouring the sweet flavour. Even chocolate hadn’t tasted this good in a long time.

It was like her taste buds really were a toddlers buds, as each spoonful was the tastiest thing she’d ever had. She pouted at Mommy as she finished her bowl. Mommy licked a napkin and wiped Cynthia’s face down. “Sorry Cynie. You’ll just have to wait for your candy later” she said. Cynthia smiled, remembering she’d be going trick or treating.

Cynthia blushed as she realised Mommy had just licked a napkin and used it to clean her chocolatey face. It made her feel like more of a baby than she already was. Mommy took her out of her highchair and brought her back to the sitting room. She glanced at the clock. “It’s only 3. We still have a few hours before trick or treating Cynie. Why don’t you play for a bit?”

Cynthia didn’t need to be told twice, as the mighty Gible started knocking down cities made of plush blocks. Cynthia put her paci in and happily played. Mommy and Amy were right. She wasn’t hurting anyone doing this. Yeah, it was weird. But it was also fun! She didn’t have to worry about anything other than playing.

Mommy was also taking it seriously. She could have just changed reality so Cynthia was in a clean diaper. She went to the bother of actually changing her. She could have instantly cleaned Cynthia’s face like she did her onesie. Mommy took the time to lick a napkin and wipe her face down.

Cynthia was brought out of her playtime when Mommy lifted her up. “You were having so much fun Cynie, but it’s time to change your diapie and get you ready to trick or treating” Mommy said. Cynthia looked at the clock and blushed. She’d just played for 3 hours! Not a care in the world.

Mommy laid her on a changing mat and removed her onesie. She looked down and her diapie was soaked! She didn’t even pee that much on purpose, for fear of having to deal with a leak. Mommy rolled up the sopping wet diapie and created a new one with the same Gible prints. She’d have to ask for other prints. Maybe Jigglypuff? Or Pichu?

Mommy lifted her legs and quickly finished the change. “Now. Does Cynie wanna be scary or cute for Halloween?” Mommy asked. Cynthia stuck a finger in her mouth in thought. Mommy chuckled at her. She must have looked funny with both a paci and a finger in her mouth.

“Thcawy!” she said after some thought. Cynthia saw several Pokemon costumes appear and hover in front of her. There was Gengar, Froslass, Garchomp and Banette. They were all footed onesies but they had additions to make them look like the Pokemon. She considered picking the Garchomp like she was probably expected to, but Cynthia instead pointed to the Froslass.

The other 3 disappeared and Mommy helped her get dressed up. Cynthia giggled when Mommy held a mirror up for her. “I’mma thcawy Fwothwath!” she cheered. Mommy handed her a little pumpkin bucket and picked her up.

“Let’s get you in your stroller Cynie. I’m sure everyone will LOVE your costume” Mommy said. Suddenly, the idea of showing off how cute she was became less appealing to Cynthia and she sank into Mommy’s arms. “What’sa matter Cynie?” Mommy asked.

“You… You pwomithe they won’t waugh at me?” she asked. Mommy smiled and rubbed her back.

“If anyone even dared to make fun of my baby girl, they’ll be in for a severe punishment” Mommy said. Cynthia smiled. “And besides, I’ve made it so they’ll all treat you like a baby, even though they know you’re the Champion of Sinnoh” she said.

Cynthia hugged Gible and sucked her paci. They still knew she was Champion. Mommy hadn’t changed that. So they just didn’t care that she was also a little baby too? Mommy put her in a stroller and they were off. Celestic town was fairly small, but there was a good distance between houses.

They pulled up to the first house. Mommy rang the doorbell for Cynthia. An older man answered it. “Twick oh tweat!” Cynthia said, holding out her pumpkin bucket for candy. The old man smiled at her.

“Hello Cynthia. That’s a very scary costume you’re wearing” he said, grabbing a bowl and putting a handful of candy in. Cynthia giggled at him. “Such a brave girl going trick or treating with Mommy. Nobody’s gonna mess with you when you’re dressed like that” he said.

Cynthia giggled at the old man. She was protecting Mommy from all the spooky ghosts by being a spooky ghost herself! “Thank you!” she said. Mommy strolled her off and Cynthia immediately started eating her candy.

“Don’t go eating too much Cynie or you’ll have none left” Mommy said. Cynthia knew better though. Mommy could just create as much candy as she wanted if Cynthia was a good baby! Cynthia stuffed her face with more chocolate, only stopping as they came to the next house.

“Twick oh tweat!” she said, holding her bucket out again. The woman looked to be about her age.

“Looks like someone couldn’t wait to eat her candy” the woman chuckled. Cynthia pouted, not believing her face could be THAT messy. She then recognised the woman. She was a local gardener she’d hired a couple of years ago. Emily. She actually had a daughter about the same age that Cynthia was acting. Melody? Something like that.

Mommy laughed. “She does have a sweet tooth doesn’t she?” she said. Emily laughed with her.

“Don’t all little girls?” she said. Cynthia blushed as her candy bucket was filled with another handful. “Don’t go giving yourself a tummy ache now Cynthia. A little Champion like you can’t be missing challenges because you were a little greedy guts” Emily tickled Cynthia’s tummy.

Cynthia laughed. Both at being tickled and also that Emily didn’t see anything wrong with Sinnoh’s Champion trick or treating in a diaper and onesie while she’s pushed around in a stroller. “Bye bye Cynie” Emily waved, closing her door.

Mommy walked in front of her and licked the napkin again. “Oh she was right! You’re a very messy baby” Mommy said, wiping Cynthia’s face down. The rest of the evening continued like this, with Cynthia eating and making a mess and Mommy cleaning her up with a wet napkin. It occurred to Cynthia that she would normally be uncomfortable with a licked napkin being rubbed on her face, but since it was Mommy’s it was okay.

Mommy walked them back to her house and Cynthia grinned. Mommy had been making sure her candy bucket was full. With the amount she’d eaten there was no way she should have this much. Mommy walked in and picked her out of the stroller. “Did you have fun Cynie?” she asked.

Cynthia nodded and giggled. “Uhuh! I had a wot of fun!” she said. Mommy smiled and bounced Cynthia in her arms. She brought Cynthia up to her nursery. Cynthia started blushing as her adult self slowly returned. “Oh wow” she whispered.

Dawn giggled. “See? Nobody got hurt, and you had fun!” she said. Cynthia bit her lip. It was a VERY fun night. The grief she’d experienced this morning had been buried like her Grandmother. Cynie didn’t have a care in the world.

It was just then that Cynthia noticed her diaper felt heavy. “Did I… did I crap myself?” she muttered. Dawn nodded and gave it a few pats. “I’ve never done that before… It’s not so bad actually” she said.

“I’ll just change your diaper before we do anything else” she said, putting Cynthia on the changing table. It was significantly more embarrassing this time, both due to the fact she was messy and she actually had her adult mind. “You can sleep in your costume if you want?”

Cynthia nodded. As Dawn was changing her diaper, she noticed just how soft her skin felt. “Did you make my skin soft too?” she asked. Dawn giggled.

“Soft as a baby’s bum! I also made your teeth soft so you wouldn’t hurt yourself” she said. Cynthia tried biting her thumb like earlier, yet she couldn’t actually apply enough force to feel pain from the teeth. If anything, it was her jaw crushing her thumb that hurt. She started sucking her thumb and smiled. “No more teeth marks” Dawn said.

Dawn wiped Cynthia’s butt clean and taped her into a new diaper. These were new, white ones with an adorable Riolu print on them. They were also much thicker. “It’s only 8 o’clock. What do you want to do?” Dawn asked. Cynthia pulled her thumb out.

“I should probably eat something that isn’t candy. Real food… shouldn’t I feel sick after eating that much?” Cynthia asked, before remembering just who she was talking to. “Oh. Reality change. Right” she said. Dawn giggled and nodded.

“When you say ‘real food’ what do you mean?” she asked. Cynthia frowned at her for a moment, but when Dawn cupped one of her breasts she understood. “I can just make it so the milk I produce has everything you need to eat”

Cynthia blushed and stared at her. Dawn was offering her REAL breast milk! Not Miltank milk, or baby formula, but REAL human breast milk! “O-k-k-kay” she stuttered. She watched as Dawns breasts grew at least 2 cup sizes. Milk started leaking out of her and through her shirt. Cynthia licked her lips.

Dawn carried her over to her crib and sat up against the rails. She laid Cynthia down in her lap and removed her shirt. The taste was better than anything Cynthia had ever experienced. It was like she was Cynie again, tasting chocolate for the first time. Rich. Creamy. Sweet. Every gulp left her wanting more. Every suck was followed by another in a fast rhythmic movement.

Dawn handed her Gible and Cynthia held him close as she drank her fill. She legitimately felt like crying when Dawn moved her to the other breast. The taste was simply divine. Eventually though, Cynthia couldn’t drink another drop. Her belly was visibly bigger now. Dawn surprised her by patting her back. She blushed heavily when she actually burped.

“Better?” Dawn asked. Cynthia nodded and rest her head on Dawn’s shoulder. Dawn hugged her and rubbed her head and back. “I definitely wasn’t expecting to be babying anyone today. Let alone Sinnoh’s Pokemon Champion” Dawn said. “You feel less guilty about this now?”

Cynthia smiled. “Yeah” she whispered, hugging Dawn back. They sat there for minutes, and Cynthia loved every second of it. “I… I’m kind of tired… after everything that happened today” she said.

“You want me to stay or leave?” Dawn asked. The lights turned off but Cynthia smiled as a small nightlight by her crib turned on.

“Stay… please” she whispered. In a flash, Dawn was undressed save for her panties and they were both under a blanket. Cynthia snuggled into Dawn’s breasts and sighed. The crib rails rose and locked themselves. Dawn never stopped rubbing her head and back. Cynthia’s free thumb slipped into her mouth and she slurped away at it, content that she was being taken care of. “Mommy?” she whispered.

She could feel Dawn smiling against her head. “Yes Cynie?”

“You… you’ll still be here… in the morning?” she asked. A part of her feared this was all a dream. That she’d wake up in her bed, still in the wet diaper she’d had before Dawn arrived. That voice was quickly squashed by Dawn’s motherly voice.

“Of course I will be Cynie” she whispered.

Cynthia smiled. “Thank you… for everything… I love you Mommy” she whispered back, snuggling up to Dawn as much more as she could. She sucked her thumb and held onto Gible as she did so.

“I love you too baby Cynie” Dawn said, kissing the top of her head. Cynthia drifted off to sleep, eagerly looking forward to the next day and dreaming of the things Mommy and her would do.