Illusions of Adulthood (Perdente)

"I'm not a baby, or your kid, or whatever you want me to be!" Rosa sniffled, cooling down from the fluffy blanket stimulating the nerves on her bare skin, "I-I can take care of myself! I survived out in the woods, didn't I? I deserve to be left alone!"

[Emerald]

The Zoroark listened to her crying and waited for her to calm down, and when she seemed calm enough, slowly reached under the bed and gently pulled her out. It was so sudden and scary that the trainer wouldn’t be able to comprehend that she was being cradled by the Pokémon.

“Now now, you were able to scrape by in there, but as far as I can tell, you didn’t exactly do well. Scrapes and bruises, fevers and bandages, and as malnourished as I was when I was being raised. You need some care.”

"I need to be left alone," Rosa crossed her arms and looked away from him, "And if you're not going to do that, I'm not just going to play along with everything you do, OK? You can take me to your home or whatever, but I'll sleep on te couch, I won't wear anything immature, and I'll keep watching all my movies!"

Rosa was admittedly a cinephile, loving all things pre-revolutionary filming. Tragically, however, she didn't feel like the Zoroark would be alright with her watching them.

[Emerald]

The Zoroark sighed but smiled gently, knowing that he could calm Rosa down within a few minutes, he just needed to get on her good side. Of course, he knew how to do just that, but he would need a bit to try and get her to listen. Something to grab onto...and he had just that. So he softly ran his paw onto her tummy and tickled it slightly, all while talking to her.

"All your movies, hm? You must have seen quite a few nice ones before this big mess. Do you perhaps have a few favorites you want to tell me about, little Rosa?"

"I don't wanna talk about it," The naked girl said, "I just... I just want some clothes, and to get out of here, and to be left alone!"

Her mind was already set on escape, eager to find some out when he decided to leave the building with her. Or, better yet, a window in his house she could easily slip out of.

[Emerald]

He could tell that she wouldn’t budge, so decided to play things the hard way. Get right into spoiling her. He rocked her back and forth, letting the girl get used to the feeling of his fluffy fur on her, and he even let that enormous mane of his get close to her, in case she needed something to snuggle.

“Oh, that simply won’t do at all though! With the state you’re in, you weren’t able to manage on your own this day and age. If you go out there like this, you’ll have to be put under extra special care, and no one wants that. So just let me care for you for just a while, okay little Rosa?”

"What kinda extra special care? Like they could do something worse than leaving me almost naked in a room for seven days!?" Rosa whined, kept in place by the soft, but firm, grasp of the Zoroarks's cradle, "I don't even know your name, just that this is going to be really, really embarrassing."

[Emerald]

“Oh you know, the kind that puts you under constant supervision, forced into a boring, monotonous schedule and practically being kept trapped in one room. But I want you to at least have a little freedom under my care, sweetheart. Even if it may be humiliating, I want the best for you and other little trainers.” He gently ran his paw against her tummy to continue tickling the trainer, dying to at least get a smile out of her. “As for my name, you can call me Zozo if it makes things easier.”

As his fingers started tickling her, she noticed the texture began to change. The shapeshifting canid's paw-digits stroking her belly got the maximum amount of laughter out of her...

And unfortunately caused her to lose control of her bladder, wetting her panties.

"WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!" She whine-laughed through the tickling.

[Emerald]

He kept tickling her until he saw her beginning to wet herself in her panties, and decided to let her let it out. Once all was said and done, his voice seemed to soften up a little, as if to comfort the little trainer. After all, she did just make an accident in those panties.

“Awwww, it’s okay, sweetie-pie. I know you couldn’t help yourself there. I’ll make sure that accidents like those don’t happen again, so you don’t make a mess, dearie.”