Story

It seemed like just another ordinary day for the talking Dusk Lycanroc who went by the name of Len. He was still in the care of a young Trainer who went by the name of Kyle Amatsu, after being abandoned by his former Trainer at an early age. Whoever that was, only that person would know, but who cares? The two were headed towards the next Gym in their region (which I will not name). They happen to have passed by a daycare on their way there, which Len seemingly shuddered at the very sight of it. Sure, he was used to buildings, but for some reason, he was always afraid of daycares. Nobody really knew why, not even himself. But one thing was for sure - there was no way he'd ever willingly be deposited in a place like that! You wouldn't even catch him dead there! Kyle immediately noticed his trusted partner shuddering. He secretly couldn't stand to see his partner become frightened like that. He knew he had to do SOMETHING - but what? After much needed thought, he finally came up with a good idea - hypnotherapy.

This may actually surprise you, but he was a self-renowned covert hypnotist. He had hypnotic powers that probably surpassed that of even a Hypno. Be it man or Pokemon, not one subject that he hypnotized had failed to fall into trance. He could make anyone do whatever he wanted. Of course, he only used this power for good, not for entertainment. Seeing his partner afraid of something just simply wouldn't do. Len had to be fixed somehow. For a while, Kyle planned out his hypnosis plan. After about half an hour, he had perfected the concept. All he had to do was wait until nightfall, and then he would carry out his plan. In the meantime, though, all he could do was command his team on throughout each of their battles on the way to the next city. They got pretty roughed up by the time they were halfway through, so they decided to stop by a nearby minor town to heal up. By the time that was done with, it was about 8:00 PM. So eventually, Kyle and his team found a small inn and checked out a room for the night.

About two and a half hours later, Kyle executed his plan. He quietly slipped out of bed and headed for the door. Fortunately, the door didn't open loudly enough for Len to notice that he was leaving. Smiling, Kyle quietly shut the door and headed back to the Pokemon Center. The Nurse Joy who worked there was just about ready to close down, so he basically made it just in time. "Well, hello there. Amatsu, right? Is there something else you needed?" she asked. Kyle flipped open his notebook that had the necessary items for the plan and showed the list to her. "Do you happen to have these things? I kind of need them. They're not for me, just so we're clear." Nurse Joy took the list and read it silently. When she finished, she looked up and nodded. "I think I do, actually. If you're sure you need these, then I think I can show you where I keep these kinds of items." She led Kyle inside, and they rummaged through a fairly old storage closet until they found everything he was looking for. By then it was about 11PM.

The door to the room that Kyle had rented opened once more, and he quietly closed the door once he was inside. It was a bit hard to conceal the rustling of the bags he had, though. He figured that it still wouldn't have woken his partner up, though. He was indeed right, so he set the bags down by the door to the bathroom and woke Len up. "Mmmmh... Five more minutes..." he mumbled. Len continued to be shoved at until he finally woke up in a fraction of the desired time. Once half-awake, Kyle turned on the lamp so Len could get a better look at him. Confused, the latter sat up, looking at his "master" with utter bewilderment. "If it's not morning yet, why did you wake me up?" he asked, followed by a yawn. When it ceased, however, the first thing he saw was relentless spirals in his Trainer's eyes. Concerned for his Trainer being under hypnosis, Len backed up a little. "H-hey, Kyle? Are you all right? Come on, man, you're kinda frea-king... me... out... heeeeeere..." And right then, it was all over for his mind.

Kyle smiled gently as he went over and opened the bags he brought back. Inside them were... baby supplies. Diapers, powder and wipes. Kyle's plan was to turn Len into a mental hatchling forever, just so he could be carefree and innocent for the rest of his life. And the first thing to do in order to accomplish that goal was to hypnotize him into becoming a diaper-user. He then gave his partner a simple test to see if the latter was indeed in trance. When it worked, Kyle proceeded to diaper the Rock-type up. Len showed no resistance as his Trainer did so. After the whole setup was complete, Kyle looked Len square in the eyes before saying, "I know how you must feel about daycares. I don't want you to suffer anymore, so this is why I've decided to give you an age regression hypnosis session. You will most assuredly forget that this ever happened, but will believe my long-term suggestions were fact from your hatching. I need to make you... a complete hatchling. Do you understand?" Len muttered a very dazed yes.

"Perfect. I want you to imagine something for me. I want you to imagine all the maturity that you've gained throughout the time you've been alive. Now picture it as if it were physically melting from your brain. Visualize your mentality dripping from the bottom of your brain... flowing down your spine... and into your bladder. That's right, your maturity is leaving your mind, and will leave you forever once you wet yourself, no turning back. You can feel your bladder getting fuller and fuller..." And this was true, the Lycanroc DID feel his bladder getting fuller with each passing second. He started to quiver slightly, not out of fear, but out of the slight pain in his bladder consistently growing. The young Trainer thought he heard his partner whimper faintly as the latter's need to go was ever-increasingly harder to ignore. "Ah, what a good little hatchy you are becoming. Ordinarily, you would no longer be able to control when you potty. But just this one time, you won't be able to pee until I tell you to." 

The Lycanroc's whimpering grew even more audible when he heard this, as his bladder capacity now reached about half. Kyle continued anyway. "Now, then... I want you to now imagine something else for me. This time, it's your physical maturity - specifically, your continence. That's right, imagine your ability to control your bladder and bowels just sitting there in your mind. Now imagine that part of your brain melting away too... Oozing from your brain... Flowing down your spine... And falling into your stomach. You said that you were full from dinner tonight, meaning you will need to mess soon. I've taken the liberty of making you a little fuller... You need to completely release your continence, every last bit of it, into your new diaper. You will also release all your maturity, your capability of thinking and acting for yourself, into your diaper as well. But back to the continence. You can feel your bowels getting fuller with each passing second, just like your bladder. You feel it, don't you, hatchling?"

Again, this was indeed true. Len DID feel his bowels getting fuller, just like his bladder. At the same time, though, he felt his stomach emptying of all its contents. "Good, good boy... Let your kidneys drain to empty. Let your stomach drain to empty. Let your bladder fill up full. Let your bowels fill up full. Let go of all your thoughts and continence. Forever... Permanently..." Len's stomach gurgled and churned. In the back of his mind, he was trying to fight this hypnosis. He did NOT want to soil the diaper that his Trainer forced on him! But for whatever reason, he could not act on his own, as if he was locked out of his own body. Instead, all he could do was just sit back and have fate await his inevitable soiling. "It's time to seal the deal. You've had a good run with an adult mind, but it's time to hang it up for good. I will guide you to send away all your adult thoughts out upon wetting your diaper, and your continence upon messing it. Once done, you'll become a total hatchling. Are you ready?"

Len DESPERATELY wanted to cry out no. He didn't want to be permanently reduced to a babbling infant! But when he tried to voice his opinion, he confirmed the action instead! "Perfect. Let us begin, then... We'll start with your bladder. You can feel it, can't you? The need to go is so overwhelming. You can hardly hold it anymore... You need to wet... Have to wet... Want to wet... Desire to wet... Lust to wet... You need to let go of all your adult thoughts that have melted from your brain and turned into your pee. Wet yourself... Wet your pampers. Do it, NOW." And right then and there, the Wolf Pokemon used his diaper right where he stood... or rather, sat. A light hissing was heard as the Rock-type wet his diaper. The light hissing grew slightly louder with every passing second, and at the same time, Len felt himself getting more and more slow. His mind really was draining away, feeling like almost 400K brain cells per second of peeing. It took around 20 seconds or so for him to stop, just before he'd leak.

Len groaned in a slow-sounding voice after his consistent, ruthless brain drain ceased. The rings from Kyle's eyes, reflected into his own, were speeding up, and his pupils grew and shrank at a rather erratic, yet steady, rate. "Len... how do you feel?" Kyle asked. There was no coherent response from the Lycanroc. Still dizzy, he started to teeter like a drunk Spinda. After an amusing 9 seconds of this going on, Kyle had enough and decided to finish off the hypnosis. "I'll take that as a confirmation that you have no brain anymore. Perfect. Finally, it is time for you to mess yourself. On the count of 10, you will mess away all your continence." The Rock-type stopped stumbling in place as he felt the need to poop grow way faster than it should have. Kyle began counting. "1, you feel the need. 2, growing and growing. 3, you can hardly hold it. 4, need to poop. 5, want to poop. 6, have to poop. 7, desire to poop. 8, about to poop. 9, almost there, just one more number. You know the number... 10. Mess yourself."

A rumbling in Len's bowels and stomach, and it was all over. At first the mess was hard to get out, but with no resistance on Len's part to mess himself, it eventually became soft enough to leave his bowels. Len instantly felt his bladder and bowels becoming more and more numbed with every bit of mess he pushed out. That didn't impede his messing, though - in fact, it sped the process up! It took a solid 3 minutes for him from start to finish. Once he did, it was time to seal the deal. "Sit down in your mess, puppy. And when you do, clear your mind of everything. Everything..." Len muttered something incomprehensible before sitting down in his mess, his mind clearing permanently afterwards. It was a bitter, ruthless brain drain, over about as fast as it began. Len laid down, his mind cleared forever, leaving nothing but a hollow shell of his old self. Inside that shell was a mindless Rockruff (at heart and mind) who would never know any better than to piss and shit in diapers for the rest of his natural life.

Kyle ended his hypnosis successfully. "What a very, VERY good hatchling! Now remember, no more thinking about basically anything from now on. You are a complete baby, and you always will be. Now then, on the count of 5, you will wake up from trance, ready to be the biggest baby Rockruff in the world..." A short up-count, and the talking Lycanroc known as Len was no more. That identity was never to resurface. In its place was a pure Rockruff who didn't even know how to speak, control itself, or even walk. Kyle would go on to taking care of him for the rest of his life. And you know what? He was perfectly okay with taking care of his new baby Rockruff that he seriously missed. And from the face on said Rock-type Pokemon's face, Len was happy on some level, too. He didn't care who else was with him, where he ever was, whether or not his diaper was clean or used, or even going back to mental adulthood. All he ever wanted from then on was to be Kyle's cute little baby Rockruff. Which was enough for both of them.



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