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Sylveon feebly struggled and attempted to resist as the Team Rocket scientist lead him down the sterile halls of the facility. The Sylveon was thoroughly defeated and humiliated! His own ribbons had been tied around his arms in a makeshift straitjacket and covered his mouth in a gag. To make the whole situation even more embarrassing, he had been forced to wear an extra thick crinkly diaper with the Team Rocket logo boldly printed in front. As if all of that weren't enough, Sylveon's penis was locked up in a tight chastisty cage! The Team Rocket scientist spoke to him in a condescending voice, like she was talking to a baby. “Your master is looking everywhere for you right now.” Sylveon knew he had to do anything he could to escape! He had to get out of here before it was too late! He had seen what happened to the other pokemon that had been kidnapped at the same time he was. “But nobody is going to find you.” she continued. They walked past a holding area. Dozens of baby pokemon, pre-evolutions, were strapped down in large cribs. They stared up at spinning mobiles. Their eyes were blank, but content. They were perfectly happy to be Team Rocket's newest captives. A row of Riolus caught the Sylveon's attention. One of them was desperately struggling against the straps that held him down. It wouldn't be long until his will to escape was gone forever. Sylveon tried to run, but his thick diaper restricted his ability to run, his chastity made even walking awkward, and the scientist kept a firm hold on him as well. Now they stood in front of a large metal door. Sylveon shivered at the sight of it. The doors opened. A strange machine was set up in the center. A crib with heavy duty straps was hooked up to it. The walls of the room were decorated to look like a nursery with happy pokemon playing with toys painted on the walls in bright colors in stark contrast to the sinister machinery installed at the center of the room. The scientist pet Sylveon on the head. The petting wasn't comforting, it was possessive. “They'll be looking for a Sylveon. You'll be a babbling baby Eevee by then!” Sylveon was frozen in shock as he was picked up and set in the crib. His fate was sealed at this point. The scientist began strapping him down into the crib. Escape was utterly impossible. “Your new master wants an Umbeon. We'll make it work.” Sylveon continued to struggle uselessly against the heavy straps of the crib. It felt like the scientist had left just enough room for him to struggle for her own amusement. “A full reset. Back to eeveehood, and from there we'll tailor your new moveset to your new master's wishes. A custom pokemon like that fetches a high price! Of course removing your chastity is extra.” the scientist spoke with a cruel satisfaction, she knew the sylveon couldn't fully understand, but she enjoyed hearing it out loud. She began to activate the machinery. Sylveon could only think of his master. Perhaps for the last time.