(Yes, I've decided to try writing a short story again. And yes, I may take a while to continue it. But what can I do? I'm an artist. Well, or rather, something similar. So I have every right to do so. Right?
As always, I'll warn you that I don't speak English and use a translator to communicate and write texts. By the way, a special thank you to my friends for their help: Zero for editing the original text, and Littlevulploki for evaluating the English version.)

Note: This story will touch on ABDL topics. If someone doesn't like it, I've warned you. This story is about Miles, a rookie trainer who's having some problems with his Pokémon. He's been struggling to solve them for a long time, which is affecting both his career and his morale. However, as is often the case in stories, a "mysterious" figure appears and offers a solution to Miles's problems. However, this is a rather unconventional solution, and the guy himself would probably not have agreed to it.

Little Miles.

The sun hung high in the sky, illuminating everything around: forests, mountains, lakes and, of course, cities of all sizes. The morning was gradually turning into a full-fledged day, promising everyone pleasant cloudless weather and a good mood. Well, almost everyone.

— No, no, and no again! This is too much! I'm not your doll! — a teenage boy screamed at his Garchomp, who stood in front of him, holding a cute, dark purple baby dress in her claws.

The Pokemon towered over its trainer, being almost four heads taller than the boy, but that was only its height. In terms of its overall mass, 85% of which was pure muscle, it was many times larger than the boy, not to mention its sharp claws and powerful fangs. Garchomp was a dragon Pokemon, and not the last representative of its kind. However, this did not stop the young trainer, but on the contrary, spurred him on.

It seemed that he was shouting not so much out of anger and discontent, but out of a desire to clearly convey his thoughts to the Pokémon, who clearly did not frighten him. The negotiations had been going on for some time. The boy tried to defend his position on the right to wear clothes more appropriate for a boy of his age. However, Garchomp stood her ground, occasionally interrupting her trainer:

— Garc... Garcho... gar... chomp.

Unfortunately, Garchomp was not a Pokémon that could speak human language. It also did not have telepathy or any other way to communicate with people, only the ability to pronounce its name in different variations. However, this did not stop it from debating with its trainer. Although he could not understand her, he could feel the approximate meaning and mood of the words. And, to his regret, there was not a hint of agreement with his position in them.

Throughout the conversation, the young trainer had rejected about 10 outfits suggested by the Pokémon, and the dress was the last option that Garchomp was not going to refuse under any circumstances. She sincerely believed that this outfit would go perfectly with his current outfit. It would add contrast to his yellow striped stockings and highlight the thick white diaper that was flaunting between his legs. These accessories were also thanks to Garchomp.

Although not without difficulty, the mighty dragon Pokémon, together with her friend Blaziken, who was busy preparing supplies for a walk in another room, managed to persuade Miles to wear these children's clothes. True, it was necessary to make several agreements for this, but such trifles did not bother the Pokémon when the opportunity to get what they wanted arose. Perhaps, if Blaziken were here, the dress in Garchomp's claws would already be on the little trainer. However, the dragon Pokémon did not want to distract her friend, and besides, she was attracted by the opportunity to achieve the desired result herself.

— Garchomp... gar... gar... omp... Garch... — Garchomp repeated, pointing her claw at the dress.

This argument could have gone on forever if Sylveon hadn't entered the room with a tray in his ribbons. On the iron oval were three plates: two with Pokémon food mixed with berries, and one with a sandwich filled with various vegetables and fried eggs.

— Still arguing? Aren't you tired of it? — A soft male voice sounded in the head of the trainer and Garchomp. Since Sylveon had some psychic abilities, he used telepathy to create a voice channel between everyone in the room.

— I may be a little bored, but I'm not going to back down until this cute dress is on our little Miles. And I mean it!

She said the last thought, looking at the guy and making a face of slight displeasure. He immediately noticed this and hastened to explain, defending his point of view:

— That's stupid. I'm a Pokemon trainer, not a little girl. This dress is neither gender-appropriate nor practical. I'd rather wear classic trousers with a jacket or a T-shirt with shorts. I'll just be laughed at and not taken seriously if I go out in this sham... — Miles said, pointing at the dress.

These skirmishes and situations in general were not always the case. Miles used to be an ordinary teenage trainer who challenged gym leaders, caught wild Pokémon, participated in small competitions, and sometimes even traveled. However, everything changed a few weeks ago.

His main Pokémon, Blaziken, who had been with him since the beginning of his journey to becoming a Pokémon trainer, was feeling down. The doctors at the Pokémon Center couldn't find the cause (the Pokémon was perfectly healthy), and Blaziken herself couldn't explain what had caused her ailment. But the fact remained that his strongest Pokémon had become withdrawn, insecure, and absent-minded. Losses, which had previously been rare, became more frequent, as Blaziken couldn't concentrate on the battle.

As if that weren't enough, his second Pokémon, Garchomp, had also stopped trying. If the fight didn't give her much of a chance to win, she would just slack off, fight half-heartedly, and not give it her all. Because of this, the rise to success that Miles had dreamed of so much turned into a descent back to the bottom where he started out as an ordinary, unimpressive Pokémon trainer.

For a while, the boy even considered ending his adventure early and stopping chasing his impossible dream of becoming a Pokémon master. Of course, this would have devalued all the efforts of Miles and his Pokémon, but the memories of the many battles (won and lost), the journeys with Blaziken, Garchomp and Sylveon, the events they had to go through, were enough reward for the time and effort spent. Right?

No!

Miles was still young and hot-blooded. He couldn't just give up on his aspirations because of a sudden streak of bad luck. No one had promised that the road to success would be smooth and that he wouldn't lose, so it was time to pull himself together and move on.

To improve the mood of his Pokémon, Miles tried various methods: gifts, conversations, joint walks, etc. During one of these attempts, a turning point occurred.

- - -

(Some time ago.)

Miles was sitting on a bench in a public park where people often came to unwind after work or school. Today he had lost another fight to the best fighter of the local boxing club. The strong man, confident in himself and his Machamp, dealt with Blaziken and Garchomp rather quickly, knocking the first one out and knocking the second one out of the ring where the fight was taking place. Another defeat and another trip to the Pokémon Center for a preventive check-up ended with Miles suggesting that they take a walk in the park to unwind. His Pokémon had nothing against the idea, and now he was sitting on the bench while Blaziken and Garchomp went off to admire the views. It was not very right to let such impressive Pokémon go unaccompanied, but there were practically no wild specimens on the territory of the park, and his team never attacked other people or their Pokémon.

The weather was wonderful: the bright sun warmed the air and everything around to a relaxing temperature, a light breeze cooled the body, preventing overheating. The rustling of leaves and the conversations of people passing by calmed the thoughts and lulled the mind. All in all, the environment was favorable for a short sleep for the purpose of restoring strength, so Miles did not resist and fell into the kingdom of Morpheus, not worrying about anything. Perhaps it was this carelessness that was the reason for what awaited him upon awakening.

The boy woke up from a slight rocking sensation, as if he was walking on a rope bridge that was swaying due to strong gusts of wind. However, Miles' eyes were presented with a completely different landscape. The first thing that the sleepy eyes of the young trainer saw after waking up was light sand-colored fur, which was very close to his face, radiating moderate warmth. Running a glance around, Miles realized that the fur belonged to Blaziken, who was rocking him in her arms as if the boy was not a teenager, but a small child or even a baby.

However, that was not the strangest thing. Despite the warmth that the fire Pokémon exuded, the young trainer still felt a slight chill below the waist. It felt as if his pants had been taken off, so the boy quickly stood up and examined his clothes. Perhaps he had been robbed and stripped while he was sleeping, and Blaziken had simply found him in this state and tried to comfort him. However, a quick inspection of his body told a different story.

The boy really didn't have any pants on, nor any underwear. In their place was a rather large diaper, decorated with cute prints of little Pokémon and Pokéballs. It wasn't covered by anything, as if it was deliberately put on display. Despite the fact that these clothes were clearly not suitable for the boy's age, the size and shape of the diaper were perfect so as not to cause him discomfort. On the contrary, it felt like a soft, dense pillow. However, this did not change the fact that Miles probably looked like a worried or abnormal person in it. In addition, the bright childish prints contrasted strongly with his usual style of clothing, causing embarrassment.

"I need to take this off immediately. Someone might see it!" flashed through the boy's mind as his hands reached for the diaper's ribbons.

But as soon as his fingers touched the plastic shell, Blaziken suddenly stopped its swaying and made a sharp sound, similar to a clicking sound. This action made the guy stop and look at his Pokemon in bewilderment.

She looked slightly angry, as if she was about to scold a small child for some minor prank. Of course, with her strong body, aggressive colors, and fire type, Blaziken already had a rather stern look that Miles was used to, but this was something completely different. His partner was clearly displeased, even if only slightly. The strangest thing was that this change in mood did not last very long. After shaking her claw in a forbidding gesture and making sure that her trainer was not going to continue with what he had planned, Blaziken stopped being angry. Her face instantly took on a warmer, softer tone that Miles had not seen before.

— Blaziken… — the Pokemon said, stroking Miles’ head with her free hand.

It all seemed like a strange dream to the guy. Perhaps, having fallen asleep on a bench in the park, he really did get sunstroke, which is why his brain began to produce such a surreal plot. However, everything that was happening felt quite real. And the light pinch from Blaziken, with which she seemed to want to bring her trainer to his senses, brought quite real, albeit minor, pain. And therefore, everything that was happening was clearly not a dream or a figment of the brain.

"That doesn't make it any easier. Why won't Blaziken let me take this bulky thing off? And if it's here, where is…" Miles didn't have time to finish his thought, because suddenly his body was attacked.

Without wasting a second, Garchomp, who had crept up from behind, immediately pounced on Miles, actively tickling his stomach. The claws of the powerful Pokémon could easily crush huge stones or dig through solid ground, but now they were so careful that they did not even tear the thin T-shirt that Miles was wearing. This did not make things any easier for the guy, since Garchomp masterfully sought out his vulnerable spots, causing fits of laughter that he desperately tried to stifle. The dragon Pokémon had never done anything like this before, so the young trainer could not understand where she got such a wealth of experience.

It didn't take long for the boy to react. He immediately began to wriggle and cover himself with his hands, trying to protect himself from his Pokemon's attacks. But who was he compared to the mighty Garchomp? A teenage human against a mighty dragon, the young trainer didn't stand a chance.

Despite his helplessness, the boy continued to struggle. However, even these efforts were pointless when Blaziken, in whose clutches he was, carefully grabbed and pulled his arms aside, depriving him of his last line of defense. Garchomp immediately redoubled the intensity of her attacks, causing Miles to burst into laughter. Finally hearing her trainer's laughter, the dragon Pokémon slowed down slightly. Her menacing face lit up, and her fierce mouth, studded with a row of sharp teeth, spread into a wide grin. Blaziken smiled too, when the laughter of her little trainer spread throughout the park. It seemed that the Pokémon were genuinely happy that they were able to make the boy laugh heartily, albeit in a rather unfair way towards him.

— What... What's going on here? — Miles said, out of breath and displeased, as Garchomp finally stopped her torture. "What's gotten into you two?"

The boy was still in Blaziken's arms, holding him tightly to her chest. Garchomp stood in front of them. She didn't look remorseful for her strange behavior. On the contrary, she looked cheerful, even happy, as if she were a girl who had just been bought a new toy. Blaziken didn't look guilty either. There was a clear warmth and fascination in her gaze and facial features that she almost never showed.

Looking seriously from one Pokémon to the other, Miles waited for an answer, as if his companions could suddenly justify their actions in human language. His cheeks burned red with embarrassment. He was in a public place, wearing a large diaper, being held by his Pokémon as if he were its baby. On top of all this, the boy was forced to laugh in the most childish way possible, making him look helpless and out of control. At least they were somewhere far from the popular routes, so the noise did not attract much attention.

But even so, Miles was humiliated, both as a coach and as a proud teenager.

— Blazi... ziken... ken... ken... — Blaziken chirped, as if trying to calm her trainer down.

— Hey! Stop it! You didn't answer my questions! Don't think I'll forget everything because of some petting! — Miles tried to maintain some bits of control and pride when a clawed paw began to gently pet his head. The fire Pokémon paused from the loud statement, but only for a moment, after which it continued its caress.

Meanwhile, Garchomp took advantage of her trainer's pause and wandered off somewhere. There were only trees and dense, clumps of bushes around. No sign of another Pokémon or person. Only muffled voices in the distance and the rare, barely audible sounds of cars breaking through the natural walls reminded them that they were in a park now, and not in the wild forest. Judging by the position of the sun, it was clear that not much time had passed since Miles decided to take a nap on the bench.

And in this short period of time, he managed to get into such a strange story, and his Pokémon stopped being themselves.

Even though the petting was humiliating, it was also incredibly pleasant and soothing. So, even though he was unhappy, Miles didn't stop it on his own. As much as he didn't want to admit it, this gentle gesture from his Pokémon calmed his thoughts of humiliation a little, and the warm, strong embrace gave him a feeling of security and comfort that the boy needed so much right now. It seemed like Blaziken was really trying to comfort him, as if she understood how hard it was for him.

— Blaaazikeeen... Blaziii... — the Pokémon cooed, lifting Miles slightly above her chest and starting to nuzzle his cheek with her head, like a cat wanting affection.

— Pfft... Okay... Let's assume that your plan worked... Still, I can't stay mad at you for long. You are my first partner and the closest person. Oh... I mean, Pokemon. — Miles admitted, hugging Blaziken's neck as much as his arms and her feathers allowed.

— Blaziii? Blaz... Blaziken… — the fire Pokémon replied, slightly saddened. It seemed that she didn't like being considered only a partner, without giving a precise definition of permissible intimacy. But this sadness quickly evaporated from the trainer's embrace, because it proved that he did not reject her and was even ready to accept such liberties on her part. This was very important for the Pokémon, because she was planning much bigger events and changes in the future.

— And yet, I want to know what happened. I have a suspicion that you and Draya are involved in this. Perhaps even very... — Although the guy's reasoning clearly showed the blame for what happened on his Pokémon, his voice no longer contained even a hint of irritation. Miles wanted not so much to find the guilty parties, but to understand the reason that led to all this.

This time, Blaziken didn't simply brush off her trainer's question. Instead, she pulled back slightly to make eye contact. The Pokémon's once serious and somewhat stern gaze now showed clear affection, tenderness, and love. Although Blaziken couldn't say it outright, it was clear that she now saw Miles as more than just a trainer. Uncharacteristic feelings for this type of Pokémon overwhelmed her, preventing her from thinking rationally.

However, the boy's words still planted seeds of doubt and guilt in Blaziken's soul. The warlike, life-and-death Pokémon looked away for the first time, realizing how deep a swamp she was entering.

— Blaziken… Bla… Bla… Blaziii… ken… — the fire Pokemon chirped uncertainly, as if making excuses. However, even beginning to fully understand the whole funny thing about the situation, she did not let go of the little trainer from her warm embrace.

— Calm down... Ehh... I'm not scolding you or blaming you. I just... — Miles sighed heavily, trying to find the right words so as not to accidentally hurt his partner. — I want to understand what happened. After all, it's not every day that I get dressed in a diaper and rocked in the arms of my closest and favorite Pokémon. And I wonder where you and Draya got such a large specimen from.

The boy's sincere bewilderment without any hidden discontent encouraged Blaziken. And the recognition of her as the closest and most beloved Pokémon completely got rid of bad thoughts. Still, the Pokémon was not mistaken - Miles really accepted what had happened, although he did not realize it himself. He no longer fussed and clearly intended to remain calm and loyal in the near future. The absence of any resistance warmed Blaziken's soul and she was ready to share this warmth with her trainer, not giving him any more reasons to worry.

— Blaziken... — the Pokémon said softly and showed an open palm with her free hand. The boy immediately understood that his partner asked him to wait a little. She needed time to fully clarify the situation in a way understandable to the little trainer.

Silence hung in the air. Even distant noises died down, giving the boy and the Pokémon a moment of rest. Not wanting to rush his partner – and seeing no point in doing so – Miles decided to analyze the situation and build his own hypotheses about what had happened. However, the renewed rocking and quiet chirping of Blaziken, which could be compared to a lullaby, did not allow him to concentrate. Thoughts about the past inevitably returned to the present and focused on the fire Pokémon.

“But she has become more cheerful… Just a few hours ago, I could only see a restrained, weak smile on her face – a usual way to calm her loved ones and hide her inner experiences…” — the guy thought, carefully examining Blaziken’s face.

Now she was clearly not pretending and was truly happy, or at least content. This was pleasing and at the same time created new questions. Blaziken herself took her trainer's thoughtful look for fatigue and some boredom.

— Blaziken… — the Pokemon said, hugging the boy, who was small compared to her, a little closer to her chest. The swaying slowed down and became almost imperceptible, as if Blaziken was trying as hard as possible not to distract Miles, allowing his body to relax and his mind to think calmly. — Blazi… ken…

"Does she really enjoy messing with me that much? Of course, there is a connection between us, like any trainer with his Pokémon, but this is on a completely different level. She is clearly enjoying herself, which I haven't seen in a long time..." — Miles continued to think, yawning occasionally.

Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Blaziken had managed to create the most wonderful atmosphere. If it weren't for the ridiculously large diaper between his legs and the memories of the results of his short sleep, the boy could have fallen asleep again, since the Pokémon's arms were comfortable and the feathers on its chest were soft and warm, like a heated pillow. And although nothing prevented him from doing so (he was sure of his safety, because Blaziken would never let her trainer be offended), Miles refused the world of Morpheus, wanting to wait for answers.

Luckily for him, the sounds of approaching footsteps could be heard from the bushes.

The crunch of branches, the rustling of leaves – and here, his Garchomp appeared before the guy again. And she was not alone: behind her walked an equally tall, but more elegant and majestic figure, carrying something in her hands. Bright green hair, a long, flower-petal-like white dress and a cherry-colored lump protruding from her chest. Although Miles was still only a newbie, he knew perfectly well that in front of him stood Gardevoir, a friendly Pokémon and quite popular with other trainers. The guy also noticed that this specimen was a female. This was clearly hinted at by her impressive chest, which was rarely a distinctive feature even for large representatives of this species.

Gardevoir followed Garchomp with a confident gait. She was alone, or rather, without her trainer. Although it was difficult to tell at first, when the Pokémon got closer, Miles could see what was in her hands. It was a very large and strange-looking Ralts. Studying the Pokémon with her eyes, the little trainer did not notice that Gardevoir was also looking at him attentively, as if analyzing something.

"They look strange somehow. Gardevoir is not inferior in height to Draya, and Ralts is comparable in size to me. And his proportions..." — while the guy was mentally assessing the unexpected guests, the Pokémon slowly approached him with Blaziken.

The fire Pokémon immediately perked up and, literally beaming with joy, began to communicate with Garchomp and Gardevoir as if they were best friends. If such an attitude towards Draya could be easily justified by the fact that she was part of the team and Miles' second Pokémon, then Blaziken's lack of caution or aggression towards a psychic-type Pokémon that had appeared out of nowhere without a trainer raised questions, because it had a clear type advantage in the event of an attack. However, there were no cautions: the ladies enthusiastically communicated with each other, occasionally giving Miles warm, happy glances. This slightly confused the little trainer.

Today had clearly been a day filled with oddities that he couldn't quite find a logical explanation for. It became even more confusing when he accidentally turned his attention from the chattering Pokémon to Ralts, who was occasionally fidgeting in Gardevoir's arms, as if trying to convey something to her or simply looking for a more comfortable sleeping position. Miles noticed that the baby's body began to change slightly, acquiring a more human-like form, as if the image of the Pokémon was just an illusion that was beginning to dissipate.

— Hello? — suddenly rang out in the boy's head, causing him slight confusion. It was from this reaction that the soft female voice realized that it was being heard, so it continued. — Don't be scared, baby. I just created a thought channel between all of us, so that it would be easier for you to communicate with your mothers... Oh... I mean, communicate with your Pokémon. And since you can hear me, it means everything went well.

Miles immediately began to look worriedly from one Pokémon to another until he reached Gardevoir. Many Psychic-type Pokémon were able to affect the minds of other Pokémon or even people. It seemed that Gardevoir standing before him also had enough power and experience to do so. However, it was not the sudden intrusion into the boy's mind that confused him. No. What shocked Miles the most was the words spoken by the Pokémon. He did not understand what she was talking about and who she even was to say such a thing.

— Who am I? I'm just a Gardevoir who wanted to help her new acquaintances a little. No need to worry, — the boy heard again in his head. — Your Pokémon love you very much. They don't want to hurt you or humiliate you in any way. It's just that you are more than just a trainer to them. So please don't be mad at them. I'm sure everything will get better soon, and your bond will become even stronger than before...

The voice was gentle, soothing. Gardevoir spoke like a mother who wanted to lull a frightened child to sleep. Her facial expressions also showed maternal concern and tenderness. If her hands weren't busy, she would have definitely stroked the guy's head for greater effect.

Although Miles was still confused, his anxiety had eased a little. He knew that he was in no danger. On the contrary, the Pokémon clearly wanted to protect the little trainer, albeit in unconventional ways. They surrounded him with as much warmth and affection as possible. Blaziken pressed her breasts and gently rocked him, Garchomp purred in his ear and occasionally stroked his head with her claw. It could have been called an ideal relationship, if not for Gardevoir's words and the large diaper rustling between the boy's legs with every random movement. Finally, the puzzle came together, and Miles realized what was happening.

His Pokemon decided to make him their baby.

— Well, I'm glad you understand everything, and I hope you won't be too capricious a baby for your mothers...

Gardevoir's mental speech was cut off. She was distracted by Ralts, who stopped wriggling and seemed to shrink in her arms. It looked like he was trying to hold something back. Gardevoir looked down at him briefly, then looked back at Miles and smiled sweetly.

— I’m afraid it’s time for us to go. My baby is getting pretty tired… — Gardevoir nodded slightly to Blaziken and Garchomp as a farewell, and turned around, slowly walking back to the busier part of the park. — Have a nice weekend. Grooming supplies and extra diapers… Oh… I mean, I left all your things by the bench. Goodbye, ladies. Bye, baby.”

As Gardevoir disappeared behind the thicket, silence hung in the air.

— Just don't shout, Miles. We'll explain everything… — echoed in the boy's head.