Alycia rolled her eyes, boredly fingering the Poké Ball at her waist. Honestly, it was tempting to send out her Rayquaza to deal with this Ralts, but… By the hundredth time it had gotten boring.
The trainer tossed a lock of her brown hair across a shoulder, scowling. “Honestly, you random encounters are the worst part of this world… Couldn’t you even try and pose a threat?”
The girl frowned, a hand on her hips. Come to think of it, she’d never tried insulting one before… It wasn’t like it would attack her if she had Pokémon either. After all, the ones in the Safari Zone didn’t, so…
She smirked, looking down at the small Pokémon. “What’s wrong? You’re just a little baby, alone and lost without your mother. Arceus, I can’t believe I ever wanted to catch one of you. You look like you’ll just break into tears, you little fairy.”
The girl smirked as the Ralts responded with a sniffle. Then it broke into tears, rubbing at its eyes as it wailed.
“Good. And tell all of your trash friends to think again before jumping out at a League Champion.” Alycia spoke arrogantly, turning to find a red spike across from herself. She blinked slowly, then raised her gaze to see a Gardevoir.
The girl yelped, jumping to her full height and reaching into her bag. That wasn’t supposed to happen! There weren’t supposed to be any evolutions around here, let alone any that were as rare as this!
“Gardevoir.”
The Pokémon spoke, and Alycia’s hand froze. She looked down to it in horror, trying to move but finding herself unable. “N-no..” She whimpered, struggling to send out one of her Pokémon. “I… I didn’t mean it.”
“Gardevoir.”
Alicia shuddered, her head fuzzing over at the word. Her eyes swirled gently, only to snap back to attention as she shook her head. “Wait… Psychic type… You’re trying to mess with my mind!” She whimpered, taking a step back and tripping over the Ralts.
It cried harder, and the Gardevoir actually glared at the trainer. It lifted a hand, waving it gently towards her.
“Gardevoir.”
This time Alycia could feel it, a massive numbness settling across her head. “N-no! You can’t do this to me! I’m a trainer, not some dumb Pokémon that can only say its name!” She pleaded desperately, her heart pounding like a jackhammer.
“Gardevoir.”
Another hand wave, and again that cottony feeling between her ears took over. “Alycia nawwbll durr Alycia! Alycia gwablll!” Tears dewed at her eyes at the loss of her voice; at the inability to speak. Even this didn’t seem to be enough for her tormentor, and the Pokémon leaned closer.
“Gardevoir.”
Alycia sobbed, feeling a tightness in her bladder that she hadn’t noticed before. It had been a few routes since she last hit a Pokémon Center, but she shouldn’t have to go to the bathroom, unless… Horror clenched at her heart as she clamped her legs shut.
No, anything but that! “Nawwbl hurr Alycia Alycia!” She babbled pleadingly, cupping her hands over her groin and squirming beneath the feminine Pokémon’s glare. The little Ralts she’d been tormenting earlier began to giggle, and she glared at it hatefully. “Daaarrr Alycia bwabl!”
“Gardevoir.”
There was no resisting, because she didn’t know how to anymore. The girl soaked her soft panties with piss, moaning as she felt her underwear get soft and damp. Then she farted loudly, and the girl wept as she gave her number one a successive performance.
Shit filled her underwear, leaking out the sides as Alycia soiled herself just like an infant. “Nawwll! Alycia!!!” She cried loudly, humiliated beyond anything in her life. She squeezed her eyes shut and rocked back and forth, smearing her soiled clothing against her bottom.
Then she felt a pair of gentle hands at either side of her face, and she opened her eyes to find the crimson gaze of the Pokémon.
“Gardevoir.”
Alycia’s jaw went slack, her eyes swirling in earnest. All resistance had been crumbled away by humiliation and despair, and she drooled dumbly as her brain was rewritten.
There was a part of her that could feel it, a part of her that was trapped as a spectator. This dying bit of Alycia stared as every bit of her personality was erased. Then even that was washed away beneath the Pokémon’s watchful gaze.
All that was left was a giggling, incontinent ditz.
“Duuuuhh Alycia!” The girl’s head lolled to the side, stupid as an infant. She giggled as the Gardevoir psychically pulled apart her bag, reweaving it into a soft, cottony diaper.
She was too stupid to know what she’d lost; too stupid to know that she was being humiliated. Instead, the girl lifted a hand to her cheek, giggling as the diaper wrapped tightly around her hips. It was so comfy, but she wanted to fill it.
“Alycia!” She stuck out her tongue brainlessly, eyes swirls as she pissed herself like an infant.
Everything about the proud trainer was gone, and in its stead was a dimwitted, diaper-loving dullard.