Chapter 2: Continued Testing

    Petie felt the diaper that he had walked in with being taken off him, tape by tape as he waved frantically over at his female compatriot.

    “Hey! Restart the machine! I'm not a newborn baby girl, I'm a big boy!"

    Jenny giggled, holding a paw in front of her face as she did so and shook her head.

    “Sorry, kiddo! That's not a good enough reason to restart the machine, I've already got a diagnostic going trying to figure out the identification error. We can still run some tests like this!"

    Before he could open his mouth to further protest, another pacifier was shoved into his mouth by one of the mechanical arms.

    Looking rather indignant, Tediursa had no choice other than to lie on the changing table and wait for the mechanical arms to finish changing his diaper. 

    “Changing procedure complete, initiating dress procedure."

    Aw come on…

    Petie thought, as he saw the mechanical arms hold up a pink dress with little puff ruffles on the shoulders and a skirt that was definitely too short to hide his diapers.

    “This test is important, try to squirm a little bit to imitate a real baby pokemon's struggles!"

    Petie did not need encouragement in that department, and began to wriggle and writhe as he tried to get away from the arms that were going to put him in the girlish nightie.

    The Tediursa spat out his pacifier, and managed to let out a, “I'm not a girl!" before it was placed back into his muzzle. 

    Gently picking him up from beneath the armpits again, the arms stood the pokemon up on the changing table before placing the nightie over his head and guiding his arms through it.

    Before he was able to stop them, he was now wearing a large, white diaper and a cutesy dress.

    “You look adorable, Petie! Let's see what else the machine can do!"

    Shouting over the whirring parts, Jenny clicked a few buttons on the panel in front of her and looked up expectantly. 

    Petie watched the mechanical arms wearily as they lifted him up once again, carrying him over to the highchair as one of them slid out the locking table.

    “Jenny, I'm not hungry yet. Can I pleas-"

    The pacifier he had taken out of his mouth popped back in again, and this time the machine's A.I. spoke up.

    “Now, now sweetie. Keep your pacifier in like a good little pokemon. You'll learn how to say your name soon enough."

    Pacified for the moment, the Tediursa was placed gently onto his padded behind into the seat of the highchair as the table was locked into place in front of him.

    After buckling him into the highchair's five-point harness, Petie watched as several arms approached him holding a spoon and a large jar of what looked like actual pokemon baby food.

    Spitting out the pacifier, Petie exclaimed.

    “Jenny, you didn't say anything about actual baby pokemon food! This'll be so gross!"

    “It's just a test, you probably won't even have to eat all of it. Probably."

    Petie did not feel very reassured as the mechanical arms began to spoon the food gently into his mouth.

    Another pair of arms placed a bib around his neck. He was unable to read it from his angle, of course. But Jenny hid a smile behind a clipboard as she read what bib the mechanical arms had chosen.

    “Baby Bear's Baby Bib!"

    Giggling, she clicked a few more buttons on the panel and watched as the mechanical arms began to pick up speed in feeding him.

    What had originally started out as gently teasing the food into his mouth now turned into a continual stream of spoon-feed, swallow, and repeat.

    Petie barely had time to finish his last morsel before the next one was gently but firmly placed into his mouth.

    The taste of the food could have been worse. From what he was able to taste, it was a mixture of apple sauce with the odd vegetable flavor coming out here and there.

    Still, the texture was atrocious and he could feel the baby goop sliding down his throat like a cold, wet slug.

    It did feel like he was getting treated like a proper baby; after all, any and all of his protests were simply ignored by the machine and Jenny.

    Just as he was beginning to feel rather full, he saw with relief that the entire container of baby food had been emptied.

    One of the arms brought the bib up to his mouth and wiped away some of the food that had not quite made its way into his mouth. 

    “Are we done yet?"

    Petie called, as a pacifier waved dangerously near his mouth while he tried to escape the grasp of the arms.

    “Not quite yet, be patient! I need to know it can take care of everything that a baby might need!"

    “But I'm not a real baby!"

    Petie called back, as he was unbuckled out of his highchair and lifted up by his armpits. 

    Alright… Maybe she'll just want to test out the nap time feature or whatever this chamber has and we can be done with it...

    Just as he thought he was going to be in the clear, he saw a large panel in the floor open and something began to rise out of it.

    The pacifier that had been popped into his tiny muzzle clattered to the floor as his jaw dropped.

    “Drumroll please!"

    Jenny tapped on her computer panel merrily with a stylus pen, giving a musical entrance to the crown jewel of her chamber.

    “A fully automated miltank! Equipped with hugging A.I. and even pokemon compatible milk!"

    Petie felt himself pale as he looked at the enormous stuffed animal in front of him. The milktank's head swiveled towards his direction, and opened its arms invitingly.

    I'm going to get squished…

    Was the last thought that the Teddiursa had before the arms lifted up him again and carried him over to the plushie miltank.

    He was quickly tightly embraced by the stuffed pokemon, which started to rock back and forth gently, humming quietly.

    “It's supposed to calm down any frustrated babies, so this is perfect for you!"

    Petie was unable to call back a retort as he was continuously hugged by the machine.

    “Mmpf! Mmpf mmpf!"

    “Uh-huh, yeah let me try the feeding mechanism really quick."

    Her fingers clattering over a keyboard designed specifically for her, she watched with bated breath as the Milktank shifted her charge towards one of her nipples.

    Petie was already full from the feeding he had received in the high chair, but he was unable to stop himself from swallowing as he began to suckle on the sweet milk pouring out of the automaton. 

    The taste was surprisingly delicious, and he found himself significantly less upset about it than he imagined he would be.

    The liquid seemed to warm him up from the inside, making him feel sleepy and very docile.

    “I think it's working, can you say anything?"

    “Mmmm…"

    “Great!"

    Petie felt a distinct pressure on his bladder as he continued to suckle, and before he was able to do anything about it, he felt the front of the diaper the chamber had changed him into begin to grow warm.

    “Wetting in progress detected, administrating comfort procedure."

    “Mmpf!"

    His cheeks blushing bright red, he could barely see the outline of one of the mechanical arms reaching down and moving towards him.

    Suddenly, he felt a gentle patting on the back of his diaper. To his embarrassment, he continued to wet as the robotic arm patted him on the padded rear as it carried out the comfort procedure.

    “Wow, you really are a baby Petie. Do you like that feature?"

    Petie was too embarrassed to say anything, and also had little choice in the matter either. He continued to nurse as he wet himself heavily into the front of his diaper.

    The little starry patterns that had originally decorated it began to fade away, showing to anyone who might look down at him that he was now wearing a very wet diaper. 

    The Tediursa squirmed, feeling as though he might feel the need to go number two as well. After all, he had just eaten.

    Finally, the Miltank released him, which caused him to gasp for air. Before he had a chance to say anything, he felt himself being turned over and deposited over the Miltank's shoulder.

    Gently but firmly, he felt himself being patted on the upper back. He was about to explain that he was not an actual baby and did not need to be burped. But as soon as he opened his mouth, he let out a surprisingly loud belch.

    “Good one, Petie!"

    Petie harrumphed, the feeling of embarrassment not leaving him as the machine continued to gently rub his back.

    “Jenny! Are we done yet?"

    “Not yet!"

    The inventor called out cheerily, as she pressed yet another button on her panel.

    Petie groaned as the mechanical hands picked him up again, one of them gently grasping the front of his wet diaper and squishing it against him.

    “What's it doing?!"

    He called out nervously, as another hand inserted two fingers inside of the lining of his diaper.

    “Checking your wet diaper, silly!"

    Jenny responded with a giggle, as she watched the mechanical arms lift her charge into the air once again and over to the changing table.

    Petie felt his cheeks continuing to burn. The soggy Tediursa hoped that the experiment would be ending very, very soon.