“Shroomish, no!” Ariel called, catching the flying grass type in her arms. She released an oof and toppled, the now fainted creature still breathing, yet silent in its sleep. She quickly drew her Pokeball, returning the Pokemon to its home. The aromatic woman sighed and took a large gulp. She fixed up her skirt, frowning at the heavy squish underneath. Soaking herself was nothing new, but she disliked that she was so involved in the match that she didn’t even feel it. The liquid pooled at the bottom, threatening to flood. She should have been more careful, but there was so much on the line. All she wanted was her stupid key back, but now-
	“Well, well, looks like I win.” Her opponent chimed, his leather jacking giving off a metal jingle from the zippers as he walked toward her, his Serperior replacing the Quilava and slivering behind him. It had to be a snake. “You know what that means, right?”
	Ariel forced her eyes down, hands clenching at her frilly skirt. Her diaper peeked out the edge, and she realized she was accidentally dragging it down. She sucked in a deep breath.
	“Y-yes.” She stammered, looking up with tears starting to form.
	He slid his hand onto the Serperior’s head, giving a cocky grin.
	“One or the other, now. So which is it going to be?” The giant snake hissed, sliding its tongue out. Ariel choked back tears, her mouth opening without words coming out. Serperior slid forward an inch, causing her to hop away as fast as she could without tripping. Only upon looking up did she realize it was coiling. Snakes coiled before they struck, right? She thought. She looked back down instantly.
	She took in a deep breath. The flower in her hair threatened to fly off. Her light shirt parted from her skirt, revealing her belly. She had picked the wrong day to wear those heels, though she figured she wouldn’t get far if she ran. Even if she dropped the diaper and ran. The man had said something before the battle. ‘If you run, you’ll only choose after a long session over my knee until you cry like the child you are.’ The words rung through her mind. She gulped again and forced herself to look straight at him.
	The man looked more like a teen, now that she saw his brown hair jutting out in several directions and his youthful face up close. The serperior hissed again, and he placed a hand on its head, which made it rest its head back down.
	“Well? Anything you want to say?” he sneered
	Ariel took a deep breath, her eyes were shut closed. “I….I’m a…”
	“What’s that? I can’t hear you.” He said, putting a hand to his ear.
	“I’m a baby.” She muttered, the words sinking in. She wished he could have offered her a paddling, a nightmare session over the knee in exchange for freedom. Those three words seemed even worse than any spanking she had endured over her father’s knee. Though she could have admitted that tear stained cheeks would have certainly gotten the words out of her fast. Her knees knocked together, and she shut her eyes tightly. A heavy and strangled breath slid through her. The next part would be rough.
	“Excuse me?” He said again, crossing his arms. “You need to speak up. What was that?”
	Her head jerked up, she couldn’t see him through the blurry vision. She gave a hiccup, nearly crying. The only thing that stopped her was the Serperior’s hiss and the flash of a long, wooden object. ‘oh god, oh god, oh god’ she thought, repeating the phrase in her mind.
	“I’m a baby.” She said again, quieter than she meant to, louder than she wanted.
	“Louder, little girl.”
	“I’m a baby.” She spoke up, matching her usual tone.
	“I can have you scream it out over my lap if you think that will help you speak.”
	“I’m a baby!” She yelled, the declaration echoing through the forest, instantly chilling the girl silent. A hearty laughter greeted her ears, making her shrink back.
	“Anyone can see that you’re a little girl.” He said, walking over and unceremoniously lifting her skirt. She resisted the urge to slap, merely bringing her hands to her soaked cheeks and sniffling. “My, my. It’s absolutely yellow down there. I didn’t realize you were such a wuss. But, you know, toddlers wet themselves.” He dropped the skirt and promptly whacked her rear with an open palm. With how thick she bought these, she didn’t feel a thing, but she yelped anyway. She whirled around, her back to the snake. Upon wiping her eyes, she saw the trainer with one foot on a stump, fingers going over a wooden paddle. “Prove you’re a baby. Prove it, and I’ll let you go. Should be easy, since you claim to be such a big baby.”
	Ariel blinked, giving a big gulp. She opened her mouth, only to be interrupted.
	“Uh-uh-uh! Babies don’t speak. Try again, and I’ll make sure you sob like an infant. But it won’t be your proof.” He grinned and sat down on the stump, smoothing out his trousers. “Well? Time over my knees will result with you spending time on your own. So come on.” He patted his lap. “I promise my swinging arm is perfect!”
	Ariel took a step back, once more shutting her eyes and gripping her skirt. She couldn’t talk, she couldn’t run or beg, and even sobbing wouldn’t help. A baby, she was as helpless as a baby. Fit only to fill her diapers and…Oh.
	She took in a deep breath, exhaling it with a sense of determination. She remembered the creature behind her, and her next breath was much sharper. This one she held in. Her legs parted, her hands gripped her knees, and her already red face went crimson with puffed out cheeks. Her breathing was erratic; quick intakes, holding it as long as she could and then expelling it just as fast as she brought it in. The man looked up as her face started reddening from effort. There was a sudden burst. A little tuft of air, a tiny groan of her intestines. Her eyes widened in the next half-second. She couldn’t stop it if she wanted to. The next moment a landslide of a mess poured out, the noise like pouring water on a flat surface echoing off her. She yelped, her hands going to her belly. She could only hear the echoing laughter. It was enough, it had to be enough. Her diaper weighed like an anchor to her, the tapes were straining to hold the load. The smell wafting up from under her skirt should have been proof enough.
	But it wasn’t over.
	Her intestines hurt like a dagger, noises rolling and rumbling from them. Her knees knocked together, her hands met her knees and she stared at the ground. Warm and slimy semi-solids pressed against her cheeks, and a sob escaped her as a rogue ooze slid between her legs. She could not even take another breath before the next wave flowed out like lava. Her legs buckled, her bottom’s skin crawled. Wet, hot, oppressive sludge covered and spread across the back end, her diaper’s expansion pushing her legs aside as the area filled with toxic waste. Ariel’s skin could not even breathe. Her eyes watered, tears dropping when she blinked. Her knees barely had space to knock together, and the smell that wafted up, polluting every speck of air around her, made her grip her stomach lurch. She slid a hand onto her rear, letting out a quiet sob as the contents mushed against her bare skin. Her belly was still visible, her padding sticking out of the top of her skirt. She wanted to break down and cry, some semblance of pride the only thing keeping her on her feet, and her cries a quiet sob.
	Ariel finally wrenched her head up, the man only seen through blurred vision. She was met with a cackle, the trainer holding his sides and emptying his lungs. She shut her eyes and turned her head to the side, breathing in heavily.
	“Oh my god, you actually did it!” he exclaimed, taking a few steps forward and taking a sniff as if to check. He jerked and took a step back, plugging his nose. A loud and familiar noise alerted Ariel that the Serperior was back in its ball. “That’s hilarious, alright, you can go, you big baby.” She squeaked as two heavy pats landed on her head. She turned back, peaking an eye open. She saw the man walking away casually, one hand in the air, and one in a pocket. “Smell ya later!”
	 Ariel shut her eyes again, turning around and fixing her lower garments. Her skirt went back in place with no problems, but her diaper, the toxic thing, sagged and sagged. It took a full minute for her to realize that it hadn’t slid down at all. It was filled to the brim, drooping and bloated to enormous proportions. Her skirt, which thankfully hung below her knees, hid it. But the bulge, the noise, and worst of all, the smell, would never be hidden. She dried her eyes on her sleeve, looking back toward the forest, her way home.
	“How am I going to explain this to mother?”