A lucario’s haunted adventure

[Dragon emperor]

Jack a powerful lucario had heard some rumors about a mysterious nursery said to be haunted not one to be scared, he went in to the nursery hello anyone here he asked.

[MingleMonster]

The rusted metal creaking as he pushed the of Poké-Daycare door open reverberated through the otherwise deathly silent entrance. The lights were obviously all off and the foyer looked like it hadn’t been dusted or swept in over six months but it had been even longer than that.

Jack wouldn’t be inhibited from entering by anything as there were no chains locking anything shut or boards keeping anything closed around him... It was just an empty foyer. It was interesting how little condemnation there was inside the building given the fence and signs outside...

In fact, if it wasn’t for the obvious signs of age and weather decay it would almost seem inviting with the colorful tiles and walls, the baby Pokémon done in pencil sketch styles adorning many surfaces both for comfort and for educational purposes and even a sense of invitation as the door passed the reception seemed to swing open just a tiny bit... Likely as a result of Jack opening the front door, right?

If he chose to enter, he’d be able to take a good look around in this room, cast in the light of mid-day pouring in from the open front doors. Many of these baby Pokémon were completely normal, but many of them drawn in the sketch portraits and little toons all around were also diapered - An uncommon practice for baby Pokémon to be sure, but it did happen depending on the necessities and region.

[Dragon emperor]

What is up with this place it’s giving me the creeps jack said seeing the baby Pokémon. What he didn’t notice was some ghostly figure behind him that grabbed his shorts,what the jack asked startled feeling his shorts being pulled down, revealing his mlp underwear with spike the dragon prints on it.

[MingleMonster]

Guts or foolishness compelled Jack into the door that opened up so graciously for him, propelled by his own purposes into the dark corridor. The doors didn’t close behind him, so the daylight from outside continued to light his way and the corridor being a straight as it was helped a lot with this as well.

Jack wasn’t alone though as he might have sensed, as something else was creeping around in the building. Out of nowhere a shadowy hand seemed to shove him a bit and as quick as a snap had grabbed his shorts and tugged them down, easily exposing his cartoon printed underpants. There was an echo of snickers all around him as if the very building was mocking him and then the shove repeated but this time hard enough to make him stumble - And coincided with the shadowy hand tugging his pants forced him to fall on his front, landing on cold tile.

In front of him, seemingly being written onto the floor by no pen or paint was the word ‘Clothes?’ as if asking him why he bothered, only for the writing to get smeared in a single streak, the word ‘Nope!’ forming within the smear as the snickers seemed to double down on poor Jack.

He’d feel his undergarments get grabbed by a force he couldn’t see and lift up sharply, giving him a bit of a wedgie in the process before he was dropped back down onto the floor. More tugging sensations went around his waist as he scrambled, feeling a coolness as his undergarments were shucked right off alongside his shorts, leaving him in only his top.

Since human clothes didn’t work well with the proportions of even humanoid Pokémon such as Lucario, his shorts and undergarments were far different sizes from his top which was more of a medium child’s top while the rest were small adult. He was a smaller than average Lucario of course, but he had his pride... At least, until now that is.

[Dragon emperor]

As jack felt his shorts and undies be removed and he was scared he scrambled to get off the floor, only for the ghostly hands to grab his top no he said that was removed. He was then placed on a table wondering what was gonna happen to him, not seeing the purple spike the dragon diaper or baby powder coming towards him.

[MingleMonster]

Jack was allowed to bolt up from the floor and scramble down the hall, the invisible chuckling felt like it spanned the hallway. Eventually the collar of his shirt would pluck him up casually, taking his sprinting feet off of the tile floor as he was momentarily suspended in mid air. With a quick flick of the invisible hand that was holding him and some rugs from another pair on his ankles Jack was removed from his shirt as well and, with a little help from the forces that be for unlocking the door nearest him, allowed him to be thrown into it’s doorway before it closed shut behind him with a loud slam and echoing locks...

The room he fell into was sort of dusty but eerily it was also being cleaned by phantom cleaning supplies right in front of him, looking like some sort of walking mops situation only with sponges, spray bottles and carpet cleaner brushes. Jack wouldn’t have long to look at the room’s invisible maid service for long as he was picked up yet again, this time under his arms and delivered over towards a table... Which he’d soon learn it wasn’t just any table and that this wasn’t just any room.

What had whisked him this way we’re actually a pair of corporeal hands - Still disembodied, still mischievous but at least he could see them now. As he was roughly tossed bottom first onto the table some small dark tendrils wrapped around his ankles and wrists, turning to thick steel cuffs with soft padded innards for safety. The tendrils connected to the table and chains formed, rattling ominously as he tested them while the two floating gloves of hands sort of introduced themselves with a pair of waves that seemed just as playful as they were uncouth.

From beneath the table a small stack of Pokémon diapers were floating out of their cubicle while a chalkboard had been laid out on the ground and was having some sort of circle with patterns and symbols drawn into it with playground chalk and some well placed baby powder. The stack of cutely adorned diapers were dropped atop of it as the chalking hand finished the majority of the circle, finding another heavy dousing of baby powder atop of that and lastly... His Spike underpants were tossed atop the mound of fluff. The hand with the chalk finished one last V shaped symbol and the chalkboard adorning the symbols began to glow as the mysterious writing on it shone brightly with an ominous glow that Jack would be able to see flashing off the foot of the table he was shackled to though he’d be unable to see where it was coming from.

Meanwhile, Jack was getting a treatment up top as the gloved hands seemed to want to play magic tricks with him, taking some intentionally cold baby wipes from thin air and then pretending to dance them around his body before using it on him. They only pretended to run the chilled damp scented cloth in one of his ears and out the other as if they were flossing his brain cavity and they were simply using cheeky teleport magic to toy with him but Jack would almost feel like that was happening with how real it was all being played, finding himself dazed and confused by the pranks.

Then the hands finally got down to business and began t clean him up. The cold wipe was ran all around the base of his tail, all up his taint, and a new wipe replaced that one when it moved on to his inner thighs, crotch and the area above. The hands seemed to spend an extra careful moment with his crotch, likely playing another prank as they slightly enticed him out of his sheath...

Following this up was another hand that seemed to slip itself down into the bottle of baby oil that had been set beside him and then was shook out onto his privates. The now saturated glove slid and slicked it’s way all over him like an oily snake, getting his entire lower half first before even moving up to his middle and chest, leaving him smelling heavily of baby as a result. It eventually popped off of him and shook itself like a dog, leaving the glove entirely dry after having gotten Jack all slick and oily.

The flashing off the side had finally finished and the hand that hadn’t oiled him left the side of the table to fetch... A very specific puffy diaper that was his size and it was printed similarly to his underwear but very babyish now - different enough that he could tell the differences. It had a landing zone for one, some colors around the leg guards and all of the Spikes adorning the undergarments before were now diapered - And they all looked either embarrassed or babyish in appearance, like the diaper was designed specifically this way. With the other hand pulling the powder container up from the floor that was used in the binding circle, the diaper was slipped under him as the chains seemed to levitate and change so that they could lift his legs and force his bottom up in ready for the diaper. It unfolded itself in the hand sanitizers... Well, hand and it slipped the puffy, crinkly garment beneath him while the other doused his lower areas with baby powder in a thick cloud, vein sure to be overly liberal with the lavender scented cornstarch.

Once all of that was done and the poor Lucario’s half exposed privates were fully covered in the powder the hands worked together in getting the front of the diaper up between his legs while the chains separated them wide and began to tape the big tabs on his diaper shut around his waist, trapping him in the diaper like a little baby Pokémon... And one that want potty trained a that, which was fairly rare. Those chains were not even connected to the table anymore and hadn’t been for a short while, seemingly protruding from the void - Meaning that they were entirely spectral in nature... As it seemed many of these things were. It’s be hard to believe that anything was what it seemed.

The chains all dissipated and Jack was freed, the hands vanishing with pops as if they were overinflated balloons. He’d be left there laying on the table, now able to move once again and survey his surroundings.

[Dragon emperor]

As jack got off the table he began to waddle do to the diaper he now wore,he felt scared and tired from this embarrassing scenario so he thought, maybe a nap would clear his mind. What he didn’t see was the ghost hands grabbing a purple onsie planning to embarrass him even more.