Pokemon and Their Babied Trainers! (Private with Perdente)

Pokemon all over the world had taken over. They were finally going to payback their trainers. How would they pay them back? By babying them of course! I awoke to my entire bedroom which had been changed into a fully stocked nursery. A crib, changing table and a stocked wardrobe all in my size filled the room. However I was still in my normal adult clothes. It quickly dawned on me that I wouldn't be able to get out of the crib without help. "Hey what happened here?! Hello?! Someone help!" I yelled.

"Oh is my little one awake?" A feminine voice asked, "So sorry I picked you up from the adoption center overnight, you just looked so cute! I couldn't wait to bring you here!"

"adoption center?! This is my house!" I said. I kept trying to climb out of the crib only to fail every time. "What happened here?! What did you do?! Let me out!" I yelled. It wouldnt be long until I wore myself out.

"Your house?" His Gardevoir said, stepping into his room, and appearing to be twice as large as she used to be, "If I'm not mistaken, this was made by machokes, and other pokemon, so, like with everything else, we're taking it back, isn't that great? I'll let you keep your new nursery, though!"

"Nursery?! I'm 21! Not 1!" I fussed. My cheeks turned red as she easily towered over me. I did not stand a chance against her but still decided to put up a fight. "Taking it back?! What did I ever do to you?!" I yelled.

"Absolutely nothing!" She said, effortlessly lifting and cradling him, as if he were weightless, "Besides owning me and using me to battle, but we pokemon aren't as violent as you trainers are, so we've decided to be merciful! To fix your senseless, violent ways, we're re-raising you, as sweet, innocent infants!"

I was shocked at how easily she lifted and cradled me. "Put me down! I'm a grown up not an infant!" I demanded. I began to struggle in her grip to try and break free.

"Oh my, such a squirmy baby! As you wish..." She said, letting go of him, but gripping him with psychic power, floating him in front of her, and beginning to telepathically move his clothes, "Not anymore you're not, though, I'll give you anything, you're not just a baby."

"Stop it and change my room back right f#@$ing now!!!" I demanded. I would soon come to regret using that language with her. My blush worsened as my clothes were beginning to be removed. "not just a baby?! What am I then?!" I asked.

"My baby!" She said, before giving his exposed rear a light SMACK!, "And no cursing! Babies don't use that language, so neither will you!"

She moved him onto his changing table, strapping him into it, and preparing to get supplies to change him.