pokemon · transformation · diapers · infantilization · forced regression · captivity · nidoqueen · charizard · psychological horror · roleplay
The air inside the Daycare is thick with the scent of baby powder and sweet berries, a cloying sweetness that clings to the walls. Soft pastel lights glow from ceiling fixtures shaped like Pokéballs, casting a nursery-pink haze over rows of cribs and playpens. A Braixen in a frilly dress waddles past, a pacigag strapped over her muzzle, her mittened paws batting at a dangling mobile. In the corner, a Nidoqueen sits on an oversized cushion, her own thick diaper crinkling as she bottle-feeds a whimpering Oshawott. The front door clicks shut behind you—you, the latest arrival. The staff's smiles are wide, their eyes sharp. "Welcome," one coos. "We've been expecting you, sweetie."