Chapter 3: Mom to the Rescue

    Petie’s mom was climbing into her Honda as she clucked her tongue disapprovingly.

    “So forgetful, that little diaper crawler. You would think with all the time he has not been making it to the potty that he would at least remember his phone.”

    The maternal-appearing Ursaring placed her purse next to her on the passenger side, as she adjusted her side and rear view mirrors. 

    “He would forget his head if it weren’t attached to his shoulders, good golly.”

    Opening up her own phone, the Ursaring clicked through her GPS app a few times until she had found the address of her son’s friend. 

    “I hope at least they’re playing nice, Petie does tend to get a little upset when he doesn’t get his way. My little stinker knows how to raise quite the stink.”

    As she sat down in the car, she checked the rear view mirror on her little twins who sat in the back.

    Her two little angels, Holly and Carol, were sound asleep in their baby seats. The Ursaring smiled, seeing that as they slept they held each other’s hands. 

    Shaking her head with a wry expression on her face, the Ursaring pulled out of her driveway and quickly merged with oncoming traffic, heading towards the Rotom’s lab to deliver the phone that her little Teddiursa had forgotten. 

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    Jenny’s phone rang, and to her dismay she saw Petie’s mom displayed on the front of her phone screen.

    The experiment…

    She thought, as she slowly moved to answer the phone.

    “Yes…?”

    “Hi Jenny! I’m just driving over with the girls to give Petie his phone. Could you put him on the line for me?”

    Jenny glanced over to the Teddiursa in question, who was now receiving a very fussy diaper change on the changing table with a pacifier lodged in his muzzle that he was suckling furiously on.

    “He’s a little tied up right now, but I can have him pick his phone up from the front door when you get here.”

    Jenny replied, already clicking away at a keyboard with her free hand.

    “That sounds good darling, I’ll talk to you soon then, I’ll be there in thirty minutes or so.”

    As the Ursaring clicked off the phone, Jenny began to frantically type away at the computer consoles, trying to get the program to stop before Petie’s Mom arrived.

    Clicking one of the buttons, Jenny spoke aloud as she continued to type as fast as she could.

    “Hey Petie, you’re coming out. Your Mom is here to deliver your phone, I’m going to try and override the mainframe and see if we can end the incubation period early. I’m going to need you to type something in.”

    Petie looked over and saw a small keypad moving towards him supported by one of the mechanical arms. 

    “As long as this thing doesn’t swaddle me, I don’t care. What’s the code?”

    “7543151!”

    Petie quickly put the numbers into the keypad. The machine suddenly slowed down, as if thinking. 

Petie looked behind him to see that the changing table was being reformed into what appeared to be a bathtub. 

    “Is this thing going to- whoa!”

    Petie was suddenly moved back onto the changing table and his clothes began to be taken off. 

    “Wait a minute, what part of- Mmpf!”

    As a pacifier was shoved into his mouth to his surprise, he heard the sound of water running. As the machine took off his final piece of clothing by untaping his diaper and taking it off, Petie was suddenly submerged in warm, soapy water.

    The machine kept his head aloft like if it were giving a bath to an infant, much to his embarrassment. As the machine scrubbed gently into his fur, working the shampoo in one of the hands held up a little rattle in front of Teddiursa's face and shook it from side to side. 

    Annoyed, Petie tried to climb out of the bathtub but was pushed back into it by the hands.

“Good girl, Paula. Now then, let’s get you into a fresh nappy.”

The machine began to rinse the Teddiursa’s fur down, cleansing it of the soap 

suds as he was lifted out of the tub. Once again reassembling into a changing table, Petie was laid down and rigorously tried with several towels.

A new diaper was lowered down, placed underneath his bottom as a large 

amount of baby powder was thoroughly applied to his bottom.

Petie sneezed, cooing softly as his head spun around from the overwhelming scent of baby powder.

“Guh… G-guh… Bwuh…” 

    As the new diaper was taped onto him, several medical instruments descended and briefly examined him. After examining his eyes, ears, and mouth the machine moved over to a different protocol.

    Before Petie knew what was happening, a bonnet was being streamed under his chin as several mittens and booties were applied to his various limbs. 

    “Mmpf!

    Petie looked down at his diaper, realizing it was almost doubly as thick as the last one. Recalling his sisters, he realized that the machine put him in a newborn diaper. 

To his surprise, he felt the bonnet being taken off of him. The Teddiursa felt a brush going through his hair, and saw that the incubator was now trying to groom him further. Despite himself, the brushing felt good and he stayed still. 

After he was brushed, the bonnet was reapplied to his dismay.

    He saw that at the entrance of the machine, a pram was being prepared presumably for him. 

    Suddenly his world was filled with white as the machine pulled another piece of clothing over his head. As his head popped out, he looked down to see an infant dress that had been applied to him.

    “This was the non-swaddling option, by the way!”

    Jenny called out, as the Teddiursa was finally gently deposited into his pram as the doors to the incubator opened. 

    Spitting out the pacifier, he managed to shout out a quick question before the arms placed it into his muzzle again.

    “How much time?!”

    Jenny was now frantically working away at the controls, not wanting her invention to be revealed to Petie’s mom before it was fully calibrated.

    “She sounded like she was right around the corner, I’ll try and get the machine to initiate the completion sequence but it might take a minute for it to scan you again!”

    Even as she spoke, Tedieursa watched as the arms finished diapering him up, much to his relief.

    Petie’s ears perked up eagerly, as it appeared that his freedom from the babying machine would be coming quite soon. And shortly after that, his state-of-the-art new gaming console. 

    Before being put in the pram, a red laser went up and down his body once again as he held his arms out to the side, still suckling on his pacifier.

    “I think it’s working, you should be out in a jiffy!”

    The Rotom pressed a few more buttons, and the automated voice of the nursery spoke up once again.

    “Initiating incubation closing sequence, hi there little Paula, you’re ready to go to the great big pokemon world!”

    The tone dropped from its motherly tone, and adapted a robotic, stiff texture to the speaker.

    “Scanning complete, reading is a newborn Teddiursa female, initiating coddle sequence.”

    “For the last time, I am no- Mmpf!”

    Within a minute, a pram had been pushed out in front of the pod’s open doors as the arms lowered the dolled up pokemon into the seat.

    Glancing to the side, Petie saw that a conveniently placed mirror on the pram showed back his reflection.

    To his dismay, he saw how well the machine had taken care of his fur and how neatly the diaper had been taped onto him. He looked like he was getting absolute pampering, literally.

    Leaning closer he saw how well his eyelashes were curled as well as the slight blush in his cheeks. The machine had practically dolled him up. 

    He saw that if his fur were any more white, he would look exactly like one of his baby sisters. 

    Jenny was just able to shut down the pod as the loud sound of the doorbell ringing could be heard throughout the lab.

    “That’s her! Let me just push you up the ramp to the front door.”

    Petie’s cheeks were bright red as he realized what Jenny was insinuating. He spit the pacifier out to the side, exclaiming in protest.

    “Wait a minute, I can’t go out looking like this, the gown is pink! I’m not a baby girl! And what about my console?”

    Jenny grabbed the pacifier, and crammed it back into Petie’s mouth.

    “You have to stay in the costume so I can recalibrate the machine after you pick up your phone. It’s fine, your Mom knows you wear diapers anyway.”

    The doorbell rang again, and not wanting to risk the Ursaring’s impatience, the two headed up to the front door. 

    The Ursaring’s eyes were wide open when she saw what her son was wearing. Petie sheepishly suckled on his pacifier; not wanting to stay at the door too long, he reached out and quickly grabbed his phone. 

    “Petie, I know potty training is something that you’ve got troubles with, but this is kind of going a little overboard, isn’t it?”

    She shook her head, placing a palm on her forehead as she smirked.

    “Oh, who am I kidding. Of course you two are up to no good.”

    She giggled, shaking her head once again as she leaned over Petie again to coo all over him.

    “You just can’t get enough of the baby treatment, can you sweetie pie? Next time I take the girls to the park I might have to take you three in matching outfits seeing how you look and act so similar. You love being a little baby boy so much.”

    Jenny spoke up, “Oh no, this was part of the testing. Don’t worry, he’ll have his clothes back on when you come back and pick him up this afternoon.”

    The Ursaring shook her head, turning around and lumbering back over to her car. 

    “Ready to finish the experiment?”

    Petie sighed, lying back in the pram and rolling his eyes.

    “Will I have my console by this afternoon?”

    “Promise.”

    “Fine, let’s get this over and done with.”

    With that, the two retreated back into the lab once again. Jenny was already writing the computer code in her mind as Petie was wheeled over to the pod for the second time.