The Lucario shuffled through the town quicker than normal as he made his way back to his den. He was worried about his secret being exposed to everyone else. The Lucario in question, a wild one over Level 60, had been evolved at a very early level - 3, in fact. As such, the Lucario never really had much of a "Riolu-hood". At around Level 51, he decided he wanted to reclaim that youth in some manner. So eventually he decided to spy on human infants and what they did. He noticed many common aspects about them, other than their young ages and sizes - they were all incapable of speech, similar to any normal Pokemon; they all had limited dexterity, which applied to some species like him; they all liked to play with toys, while the Fighting/Steel Pokemon had none - he'd have to look into that part later. But what struck him the most was what they almost always had. He didn't know at the time what they were called, but he knew as soon as he found them in the market - acting on instinct, he went and stole many packs.The object in question? Diapers. All human babies had been wearing diapers. Some of these "diapers" had contained their wearers' own wastes, which confused the Lucario as to why it was fun to do anything while wallowing in your own filth. Still, if it was to restore his youth, he'll just have to get some and find out. Little did he know he'd find out later than he wanted, but sooner than he expected... which brings us back to the present minute. He finally made it to the edge of town, seemingly safe from any prying eyes. Letting out a heaving, contented sigh, he made his way towards his den. However, there were multiple Pokemon in the clearings surrounding his home - he'd had to cut through the treeline to make it back unseen. The bad thing about that was the fact that it was late nighttime. While he knew his way around the forest fairly well, he didn't venture alone into the unclear zones because his aura capability was... limited. And yet, on this night, he had little choice. His fear had to be faced, NOW.

Steeling his nerves (get it?), the Lucario took a deep breath before wandering in. And just as he predicted, he became lost within ten minutes of wandering. In fact, he hadn't even made it to seven when he lost his way! He started to hyperventilate slightly, afraid of what might happen if anyone were to notice his "package" as they rescued him. He knew he would get made fun of for the embarrassing garments being in his possession, no matter who found him. He'd be looked down on, labeled as the high-level RIOLU forever, and the levels to come as well, until the day he'd die... No, he felt as if he'd still be made fun of even after death! Looking at diapers is one thing, needing them is another, but WANTING TO NEED THEM was the most embarrassing thing of all. Thinking on this line of thought only quickened the Pokemon's actions - heart, breathing and motion. To no avail, he pressed further into the woodlands. Eventually he had been lost for about an hour, and that's when he realized he needed to ask for help...

He was unwilling to sacrifice any of his dignity, but he had no choice. But as he was about to call out, he noticed a purple light behind him. He turned around... and went into shock at what he saw. Levitating right there in front of him was a Mewtwo. Great... Of all the Pokemon that would laugh at him while directing him home, why did it have to be a LEGENDARY?! Said Legendary took one short glance at his stolen "prize" (or is it "prizes"? IDK) before looking him square in the eyes and telepathically stating, "You have been through a very short infanthood, and would seek to reclaim it at all costs, am I right? ...I don't blame you. In fact, I am willing to help you with that dream of yours... as well as find your way home." The Lucario recoiled in fear. The Psychic-type knew everything about him in such a short amount of time? Inconceivable! Mewtwo answered any doubt he may have had: "I am the ultimate Pokemon. I can use psychic ability to read others' minds. Is this how you wish to reclaim your youth then?"

The Lucario didn't notice at the time, but he managed a weak nod. The dominating Pokemon's face twisted, as if to express some sort of benevolent smile. "I see. If that is truly the case, I would be happy to provide you with some help towards this goal of yours. All you would need is a kind soul to help, as well as a little... conditioning." The Psychic Pokemon raised its hand (paw?), and the light illuminating the surrounding area faded in and out of existence around it. This was a special hypnosis technique only Psychic Pokemon knew about, and very few could ever succeed without high resistance. It only took a minute or so of staring into the lights for the Lucario to droop down slightly. He was completely under the spell of the lights. Mewtwo's face attempted another smile. "What a good baby Riolu boy. This must mean you really want the youth that you seek so very desperately. I'm compelled to give you the right mindset, as well as the confidence, ability, and most importantly, continence... May I go on?"

Another nod went unnoticed by the Lucario, but this time there was a good reason for it. Mewtwo wasn't one to miss a beat. "Good. First of all, let's get you a diaper. I can only make this dream come true if you have it on." With that, the Legendary used its free hand (paw?) to rip open the package and give one part of the prize to its owner, all with psychic power. For the next five seconds, the Lucario was diapered up by the dominant Pokemon. Once the last tape was secured, the Psychic-type puts its left arm back down. "There, a proper diapering for a proper baby-to-be. Now then, while I cannot use aany sort of power to physically regress you, I have more than enough capability to mentally regress you, as well as regress your Level. I hope you can understand..." The Lucaio started to drool, his fluids slowly dripping out of his mouth like a leaky faucet. Just then, his stomach rumbled - out of fullness, not out of emptiness. This sensation of fullness started to make its way towards his bladder and bowels.

Still keeping up with the pace, Mewtwo continued. "Your need to void is growing so soon...? How interesting... Let's make use of that feeling. Hold yourself in, and don't wet or mess until I allow you to. There's something I'd like you to imagine first... a few things, actually. First, I want to imagine that your mentality is like a river... picture it now - all of your thoughts, knowledge, speech, maybe even your will. Everything mental... picture it all as a flowing river. (FIFTEEN SECOND PAUSE) Good. Imagine now that the river is going dry... The only place that has the water in that river is a lake, represented by your bladder. Picture that now... (PAUSE) Good, keep that in mind. Now, let's say your physical capabilities - your strength, dexterity, motor skills, everything physical - lies in the food you've eaten, and it is all stored in that food... (PAUSE) Good. Now, what do you think would happen if that food were to disappear from your body? What if you no longer had that strength anymore ever again?"

Lucario was still not answering, but he shivered at the thought of that. "It seems you know. Yes, that's right, you would no longer be able to move on your own. You would be almost lifeless if that were to happen. But babies still have the capability to move on their own, they just have to learn it... Now, with all that said, let's go back to the imagining. Imagine your 'bladder lake', and imagine your 'food of strength'... Imagine them turning into your wastes, and with each passing second, feel yourself regressing... Regressing in mind... in body... in level... in will. Yes, you hardly have any will to hold it in anymore. But before you let go, I have one last thing for you to imagine. Imagine this: when you pee yourself next, your 'bladder lake' will completely dry up, never to be filled with water again. Additionally, when your bowels empty, you will feel everything you've been capable of doing thus far just simply disappearing, leaving your body forever. When I say RELEASE, you'll empty yourself. Ready?"

The hypnotized Fighting/Steel-type took no action, but his bladder and bowels groaned out in sheer turmoil as if to answer for him. "I will take those sounds as confirmation. Very well, then. 3, 2, 1... RELEASE..." And right then and there, the Lucario completely cut loose. He closed his eyes, pushing and grunting, then released everything inside of him. "Let it all out... Be a good baby... It's OK, just let go... Give in..." coaxed the Legendary. The Lucario soiled himself uninterrupted for about a minute straight. Finishing off his relentless soiling, the Mewtwo wasn't done with its hypnosis yet. "What a perfect baby that you've become. From now on, you shall be known as Leakario, and you will not be ashamed of who you now are. You will always act like a baby, unless you have finished messing yourself at any time. In that instance, you will have an opportunity to cum. Even now, you can start to feel horny, can't you?" The domineering Legendary Pokemon was right - how had he totally overlooked this feeling?!

"You may get off on your own this one time. But after this, you cannot get off without someone else's aid, human or Pokemon alike. You will become restless after soiling until you cum. Now go ahead, you may cum." The hypno'd Pokemon kneaded through his heavily soiled pamper for about thirty or fourty seconds, then stopped as he came harder than he ever had. Mewtwo proceeded to suggest. "Good boy... From now on, you are completely submissive and dependent. You can do next to nothing without help from some other entity, one who will take care of you and your... needs. You'll have one moral about your diapers: Don't think, just stink. In fact, you will not think at all. Thinking is now hard and stressful for you. You want to live a stress-free life, don't you? Then no more thinking from now on. It'll be like you have been lobotomized. No words, no thoughts, no independent actions, just an empty shell of your old self... You'd really like to not think ever again, now, wouldn't you, you little Riolu wannabe...?"

For the first time since the hypnosis - or since Riolu-hood, for that matter; maybe even EVER - the Pokemon now known as Leakario smiled. It was one of those mindless, opened mouthed smiles, like when a cartoon character falls in love with someone else. "There's no hiding it, your heart and aura are telling me 'a thousand times yes'! I think I can help with that, but you'd need to use your diaper again for that..." With that, the Mewtwo spied a nearby Oran Berry tree. He telekinetically plucked every last Berry from it, then fed all 25 of them to Leakario. The Legendary then abused its power to speed up his digestion process. Within 3 minutes of concentration into the act, the Fighting/Steel-type's stomach roared out. "Perfect. This should be far enough for me to get to the next part. Imagine one last thing for me. Imagine that your very intelligence is going from your brain, down to your lower reaches. Once you can imagine that, push as hard as you can, and forever clear your mind of any and all thoughts..."

It took a full ten seconds before Leakario started to grunt and push again, and another five before the loudest pre-messing fart one would ever hear from a Lucario echoed throughout a ten-yard radius. Then it reduced to five feet as the Lucario messed and wet himself a second, much noisier time, the diaper swelling in size even more to accomodate the thick wastes he was further pumping into it. He finished even longer than last time, which was emphasized by the diaper drooping down to his knees(?). But that form didn't last long. With his mental strength now completely and (for the most part) irrevokably sapped from him, he no longer knew how to stand at all. He collapsed forward, consequentially making his diaper leak. The warmth of his mess turned him on once again, but this time Mewtwo helped him with cumming. However, it didn't help him before saying one last thing. "Good baby... This next time that you will cum, you will wake up from trance, all memory of your previous existence completely deleted..."

The very next day, a young Pokemon Caretaker by the name of Alyssa Miller was just finishing off her morning routine by eating breakfast when she heard a knock at her door. Thinking it strange since she had no one scheduled to be coming by today for a drop-off or pickup, she got up to the door to answer. The only thing at the door was a drooling, diapered Lucario in a basket... as well as a note. It read: "PLEASE TAKE CARE Of ME! -My name is Leakario. I am permanently incontinent and therefore diaper-dependent. -Upon messing myself, I will become restless until I cum. I cannot do that alone, however, I need anyone else's help. -I do not like to think. -I have limited mobility skills. ---WON'T YOU PLEASE BE MY CARETAKER???" Alyssa was stunned - she had never received an anonymous request before, especially not one as bizarre as this. (Mostly because she has a policy against this). But seeing this note about his needs, she decided to do it anyway. And the both of them enjoyed life together, caretaker and baby.

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