You rub your eyes as you come back to reality. Reluctantly, you open your eyes. Though blurry at first, your vision slowly comes back to you. You sit on a mountain of plushies in the corner of a very large room. It seems you dozed off for a bit while burrowing around in the large pile of stuff animals. Shifting your way to the surface, you feel a warm moistness as your wet diaper licks against your skin beneath it. Climbing your way down the soft mountain that served as your bed, you plant your feet on the colorful jigsaw patterned carpet. After stretching and letting out a big yawn, you hear a familiar and soothing voice. Looking across the room, you see a yellow Ninetales sitting in the other corner reading a story book to a group of enthralled children who surround her. Shocked that you're missing storytime, you begin to make your way in their direction. A sudden and intense pressure in your gut stops you in your tracks. Feeling the call of nature, you realize story time will have to wait. With nothing to lean against, you stand your ground. Squatting ever so slightly, you clench your fists as you begin to push. To your satisfaction, you feel the content of your bowels begin to pass through you. Much more solid than you're used to, it presses against the backside of your diaper. The thick and durable padding offers resistance, but with a determined push you manage to release the rest of your mess. Its sudden emergence from your rear causes a lump to breifly pop from the backside of your diaper. It soon begins to fade, however as the clingy ball of a mess rolls its way down. Smearing your skin with a sticky streak, it settles between your legs leaving no visible signs of its presence from the outside. Not one to mind the muckiness between your cheeks after a quick poop, you once again aim to head over to hear Ninetales read her story.

Before you can make a few steps however, you feel a pair of hands gently grab you from behind as you are lifted from the ground. Once settled in the arms of your captor you are happy to see that it is Delphox who smiles down at you, tickling your belly with one hand. You giggle at the feeling and Delphox chuckles in amusement. He doesn't need to smell you to know it's time for a change, having witnessed your display mere moments before. Rather than take you to the changing table out here in the playroom floor however, he begins to walk to a door along the back wall. It was a breakroom of sorts for the all-pokemon staff of the daycare. Though only they were allowed back there, they would sometimes bring a child or two with them. Delphox twists the door's knob with a free hand and pushes it open, still carrying you in the other. You look around the room for a moment, observing the two sofas facing each other. In the back was a fridge and a kitchen counter with a coffee pot and in the corner besides them was another changing table. Delphox stops to chat with the Nidoqueen sitting on the right side sofa. She cradles an infant in either arm, both of them suckling away at her breasts which the pokemon seems to enjoy. The pair briefly echangee dialogue, but you can't understand the pokemon chattering. Nidoqueen motions with her head towards the other sofa and Delphox turns. He holds a hand to his mouth and gives a giggle. You look to see what they are staring at and you can see Meowth kneeling on the sofa with his back towards you. You're not sure what he is doing, but he is moving his hips back and forth quickly. You can see a small pair of human feet sticking out from his sides and a crumpled diaper beside him. He seems far too invested to notice anything going on around him. Before you can get a better look, Delphox begins to walk over to the changing table. Setting you down upon its padded surface, the pokemon lifts your shirt and begins to blow raspberries on your stomach. You kick your feet and giggle as the fire-type begins changing your diaper.

With the sounds of tape ripping, the soggy front is lifted from you as your delicate skin is exposed to the cooler air of the open. Delphox grabs you by the feet with one hand and lifts slightly, wiping you clean with the other hand. The baby wipes are even cooler on your skin than the air, but a sense of relief washes over as the mess is cleaned away from you. The foxy pokemon is very thorough, going very deep. He even goes as far as to wrap his finger with a fresh wipe and press it into your little hole. You're not sure how to feel as you don't typically get this kind of treatment. Next comes another step you're not familiar with. Though you've only attended this daycare for a couple weeks now, you've been taken back here for a change more than once. Just as expected, a throbbing red object pokes through the furry skirt of Delphox. He takes it into his hand, holding it close to you. Curiously, you reach for it and the pokemon chuckles as you gentlly graps the end of it. Your hand is smeared with a clear and slick liquid. Holding your hand to your face, you lick the salty substance from your hand as Delphox begins to stroke at his member. You watch the pokemon as he seems to stare you up and down. Delphox enjoys the sights as he begins to blush, resting one side of his face on his left hand. His breathing picks up and suddle he grabs your right leg with his left hand. Controlling you in whatever way he can with his grip, a very warm and sticky goo begins to fly from his tip. The white substance looks like thick milk, but clings to your skin unlike any milk you've ever seen. He seems to be trying and cover as much area as he can, while trying to keep it on your genitals and butt. Once the goop stops coming out, the pokemon breaths a sigh of relief and begins to powder you up. Fastening a fresh diaper of the mess he made, he picks you up off the table, nuzzling you. You laugh at the attention and the two of you head back out to catch the rest of story time.