(This story takes place after the events of the “Bothersome Babysitting” two-parter. Said stories will be in the description, though you don’t have to worry about reading those first, as this one still functions as a standalone story.)
The blue skies of a bustling afternoon take their leave and the night sky quickly takes its place, creating a quiet yet peaceful emptiness throughout the town as the glimmering moon and the shining stars cast a faint light on the house of a certain Electric-type family. Within the comfort of his bedroom and the warmth of his blankets, Pikachu soundly sleeps in his bed with a satisfied smile on his face, reminiscing over the time he was regressed due to a certain wish-making Pokémon meddling in his bout of bothersome babysitting; while Pikachu initially perceived such events to be nothing but a needless nuisance added onto the already aggravating experience of looking after his little brother, in hindsight, he couldn’t be any more thankful for Jirachi’s involvement, as not only did it allow him to establish a meaningful bond with his baby brother, but it also allowed him to embrace his desires of returning to such times of simplicity and innocence, desires that were once brushed off as foolish and childish thoughts.
“Y’know, it’s probably wishful thinking, but if you’re out there, Jirachi, I’d really appreciate it if you paid another visit.” Pikachu says to himself. “Heh, how about you regress me like you did last time, only this time you can be the babysitter.”
While Pikachu was partially joking around, at the same such statements represented a wish waiting to be granted, and he wasn’t the only one aware of this fact; unbeknownst to the Electric-type, Jirachi established their presence in Pikachu’s bedroom the very moment the thought of being regressed popped into his mind, as it was only fitting for the wish-making mythical to be so perceptive towards the deepest desires of each and every Pokémon.
“I suppose it was only a matter of time before we crossed paths again.” Jirachi giggles and stares at the sleeping Pokémon. “I must say, I’m flattered you requested my presence so soon!”
Pikachu slightly squirms and stirs in response to the voice, though he’s in too deep of a sleep to make out all of the words. However, right before Pikachu drifts off to dreamland, there is one phrase he’s able to understand, a phrase that puts a wide smile on his face.
“Your wish has been granted.” Jirachi says with another giggle.
With that, Pikachu completely relaxes his body and makes his journey into the world of dreams, excited for what awaits him when the next morning arrives.
“Sleep tight, child, for once the sun rises, your special day begins!” Jirachi says before disappearing with a small and sparkly burst of light.
Several hours later, the starry skies of the night make way for the cloudless skies of light blue, signaling the start of a brand new morning as the sun rises above the hills. As its radiant rays shine through Pikachu’s bedroom window, the Electric-type stretches his body and opens his eyes, quickly realizing that the entirety of his surroundings had gotten a whole lot bigger. Additionally, his body had gotten significantly smaller, his arms and legs were much stubbier, and to top it all off, his attire consisted of nothing but a thick and crinkly diaper between his legs.
“Yay! I’m a Pichu!” he ecstatically exclaims, extremely excited that his wish came true.
With a newfound sensation of childlike energy coursing through his little body, the regressed rat hops out of bed and crawls around his bedroom, happy to be a little baby again while the sounds of playful giggling and babbling fill the bedroom.
“Well well, you’re much happier than the last time I granted this little wish of yours!” Jirachi appears with a brief flash of light and stares at the regressed rat with a joyful smile on their face, finding such a sight to be quite adorable.
“Jirachi!” the regressed Pikachu plops onto his padded rump and cheerfully claps his hands; while his first encounter with the wish-making Pokémon left more to be desired, he was more than happy to see them this time around, like he was reuniting with a close friend.
“How nice to see you again, Pikachu! Or, I guess I should be calling you Pichu now!” Jirachi says with a playful giggle. “I must say, out of the thousands and thousands of wishes I’ve granted, never has anyone wished for me to babysit them.”
Pichu stands up and slowly waddles to the wish-making mythical with a wide smile on his face, like a baby taking his first steps towards his parents.
“Wait, what about my family? They can’t see me like this!” he says to Jirachi after coming to a sudden stop.
“Hehe, don’t you worry your little head over such things! When you’re a wish making Pokemon like me, you can make all kinds of arrangements!” Jirachi giggles and gives the regressed rodent a playful boop on the nose, causing him to squeak in surprise and fall back onto his diapered bottom. “It’s just you and me for today!”
In response to this statement, a wide smile returns to his face, happy to have a day all to himself, a day where he didn’t have to look after his little brother or address any other obligations, a day where he’d be the one receiving all of the attention and affection during this brief return to babyhood.
“So, what should we do first, baby boy?” Jirachi asks him.
GROOOOOOOAAAAN!!!
As if to answer that question, Pichu’s tummy lets out a loud rumble, eliciting playful laughter from the two Pokémon.
“Oh! Sounds like your tummy has already answered my question!” Jirachi says with another giggle, hovering over the little Pokémon and giving him an affectionate pat on the head. “Let’s get you something to eat, little guy!” they say before flying out of the bedroom and making their way downstairs.
Pichu follows suit and waddles his way downstairs, his poofy padding loudly rustling and crinkling with each step he takes. After heading to the kitchen, the regressed rodent stares at Jirachi with a wide-eyed expression, salivating at the mere thought of food as drool dribbles out of his mouth.
“Hehehe, you look so cute with that silly look on your face.” Jirachi says, greatly amused at the sight of such a funny facial expression. “Now then, it’s time to fill up that little tummy of yours!”
A golden aura surrounds Pichu’s body and he’s suddenly lifted off the ground, courtesy of Jirachi’s psychic powers. This catches the little Pokémon by surprise, though said surprise is quickly followed by feelings of unbridled bliss; the lightweight sensation of levitation proves to be very relaxing, as if being lifted off the ground represented his responsibilities being lifted off his shoulders.
“Into the highchair you go!” Jirachi forcefully lifts the baby Pokemon up to the ceiling before providing him with a slow and gentle descent to the highchair.
Pichu playfully drums his stubby hands on the highchair and cheerfully kicks his little feet, excited at the prospect of a yummy breakfast.
“So, tell me what you want to eat, little guy! With me around, you can have whatever you like!” Jirachi says to him.
An awestruck expression forms on Pichu’s face, ecstatic at the opportunity to eat whatever he wants. Mystified by the astounding amount of options at his disposal, the little Pokémon silently thinks about what to choose, though after several seconds pass, a surprisingly simple breakfast comes to mind, one that’s rather fitting for this brief return to babyhood.
“Baby food! Baby food!” Pichu says with a wide smile. “Oooh, and berries too!”
“Ah, a simple breakfast but a substantial one nonetheless!” Jirachi smiles and summons a big jar of baby food along with a smaller bowl of assorted berries. “Now then, it’s only fitting that I feed you, right?” says the mythical Pokémon before a plastic spoon suddenly appears in their hand.
As Jirachi scoops out a big spoonful of baby food, the baby Pokémon stares at the bright yellow mush with a wide smile, more than happy to put some food in his tummy.
“Here comes the airplane!” Jirachi playfully moves the plastic spoon around, mimicking the sounds of an airplane while doing so.
The regressed rodent gleefully giggles while he watches the spoon move around, greatly enjoying these amusing antics. A few moments later, Jirachi motions the spoon towards his mouth and Pichu happily accepts the spoonful, his smile widening as the sweetness of strawberries and bananas envelop his taste buds.
“Yummy! Yummy!” says the little Pokémon while he continues drumming his hands on the highchair, eagerly anticipating another spoonful.
“Hehe, did you expect anything less?” Jirachi chuckles and scoops up another spoonful. “Open wide!”
Pichu’s smile widens with each additional spoonful, satisfied to forgo the simple responsibility of feeding himself while the fruity flavors of the baby food continue dancing around his taste buds. As the regressed rat further immerses himself in the rhythm of this spoon feeding session, a relaxing wave of euphoria washes over him and he begins to lose track of time itself, only snapping back to reality once the spoonfuls come to a stop.
“Hehehe, such a hungry baby!” the plastic spoon and the empty jar of baby food disappear with a sudden snap of Jirachi’s fingers. “Oh, looks like you’re a messy baby too!” the wish making mythical giggles at the sight of his messy face.
Pichu quickly takes notice of a certain stickiness surrounding his face, but this doesn’t bother him in the slightest. After finishing off his baby food, he looks down at his bowl of assorted berries, maintaining an eager and excited expression. While he certainly enjoyed being spoon fed, he didn’t want to pass up on an opportunity to feed himself either; after all, now that he was a baby, he was no longer bound by the constraints of etiquette and table manners, allowing him to be as messy and sloppy as he pleased. With a goofy grin on his face, he grabs as many berries as his little hands can hold and stuffs them into his mouth, bursting into laughter as fruit juice splatters all over his already messy face. Eventually, the little Pokémon finishes the rest of his breakfast, patting his tummy in satisfaction.
“Oh! Now you’re an even messier baby!” Jirachi giggles and glides over to Pichu with a washcloth in one of their hands. “Now let’s wipe off that icky, sticky face of yours!”
Pichu squirms and giggles while Jirachi cleans off his face, being far more sensitive to tactile sensations in his regressed state.
“Hehehe, that tickles!” Pichu says in between fits of laughter, eventually calming down once he’s completely cleaned up.
“Now that you’re all cleaned up, what do you want to do now, baby boy?” Jirachi asks with a gentle smile.
“Play! I wanna play!” Pichu cheerfully replies.
“Ok, then up you go!” Jirachi uses their psychic powers to lift him out of the high chair.
“Weeeehehehe!” the regressed rat playfully babbles and laughs while he’s lifted into the air once again.
After being gently placed back on the ground, the little Pokémon waddles over to an open box of toys in the left corner of the lifting room, getting on his tippy toes and peeking inside of it. With toys ranging from colored rattles to stuffed animals to bouncy balls, Pichu had a plethora of options to choose from, though he’s quickly captivated by the sight of a red toy car lurking at the bottom of the toy box.
“Well, what are you going to play with first?” Jirachi asks him.
“The car! I wanna play with the car!” Pichu giggles and excitedly hops in place.
“An excellent choice!” Jirachi levitates the red car out of the toy box and places it in Pichu's hands.
With a wide smile on his face, Pichu plops onto his padded rump and moves the toy car from side to side, happily babbling and giggling while doing so. While it was a rather simple act of play, the baby Pokemon was having a blast, as his young and innocent state provided him with a carefree sense of wonder for even the most basic forms of playtime.
“Vroom! Vroom!” Pichu makes silly car noises while he continues playing with his toy.
Jirachi smiles and spectates Pichu’s playtime, once again finding such a sight to be quite adorable. While the wish-making mythical never expected to be placed into the role of a babysitter, they were finding this experience to be rather enjoyable.
“Looks like you’re having a lot of fun, little guy!” Jirachi flies over to Pichu and gives him a playful pat on the head. “Though, wouldn’t you like to have even more fun with your toy car?”
“Uh huh! Uh huh! How do I do that?” he asks.
“I believe the answer is obvious, is it not?” Jirachi says with a chuckle. “Why limit yourself to that little area when you have the whole house to use? Make it your own personal race track!”
“Ooh, yea! That’s an awesome idea!” Pichu excitedly responds.
Eager to put Jirachi’s suggestion to good use, the little Pokémon stands up and rides his toy car along the carpeted floor, playfully giggling and laughing while he does several laps around the living room.
“Vroom! Vroom! Little racer coming through!” Jirachi smiles and laughs along with the little Pokémon, greatly enjoying the presence of the playful Pichu.
“Hehehe, vroom vroom!” the regressed rodent replies.
The sounds of joyful laughter fill the house as Pichu picks up the pace, imagining he’s a professional racer zooming his way around the race track and zipping past all of the cars in way. As this act of pretend play goes on, the little Pokémon lets his imagination run wild, not satisfied with simply riding laps around the living room. Pichu then gets on his fours and crawls alongside his toy, pretending that he’s traversing through the deepest and darkest of tunnels while he rides the red car underneath the tables and chairs. Shortly afterwards, he stands back up and rides his car up the small staircase leading to his bedroom before running back down, like he’s driving along a vast series of steep hills.
“Weeee! Vroom vroom!” Pichu runs down the stairs one last time before going back to riding his car around the living room, making more silly car noises along the way.
GUUUUURGLE!! GUUUUUURGLE!!
However, it’s not too long before a loud gurgle emits from his tummy and a big pressure develops from down below, and while he was adverse to idea of using his diapers during his first round of regression, he wouldn’t have it any other way this time around; in the eyes of the regressed rodent, the act of going in his diapers represented babyhood in its most pure and concentrated form, as it accentuated the idea that he was free to do whatever he pleased regardless of the time and the place, that he was free of any responsibility to the point where using the toilet never even had to cross his mind. With a wide smile, Pichu tenses up and gets into a squat, scrunching his face and bringing his toy car to a halt as he prepares to make a poopy pit stop.
“Uh oh! I know what that look is for!” Jirachi says with a hearty laugh, well aware of what Pichu is about to do in his diapers.
“Mmmmph!”
PBLOOOOORP!!
Pichu grunts and promptly poops himself, causing a large lump to bulge out from the back of his diaper as a foul stench fills the house. A satisfied smile forms on the little Pokémon’s face once again, feeling quite relaxed to rid himself of that immense pressure while the warm mound of mess settles in his diaper. After that, Pichu promptly resumes his playtime, riding his toy car around while his droopy diaper sways back and forth like a pendulum.
“Oh my! You really stink!” Jirachi waves a hand at the foul odor, though they can’t help but laugh at the sight of Pichu walking around in his poopy pampers. “You’re gonna need a new diaper before you can get back to your playtime!”
Jirachi then lifts Pichu up and lays him down on his back, eliciting more playful laughter from the little Pokémon.
“You just stay right there while I get what is needed.” they say before flying their way back upstairs.
While Pichu waits for them to return, he looks down at the lumpy diaper between his legs, greatly appreciating the freedom of not having to clean up after himself. A few moments later, Jirachi comes back with a pack of diapers, a box of baby wipes, and a container of baby powder hovering around them.
“Now then, let’s get you cleaned up.” says the wish-making mythical before undoing Pichu’s diaper and making it disappear with a sudden snap of their fingers.
Pichu then feels his legs being lifted off the ground as Jirachi thoroughly cleans and powders his bottom, giggling and squirming in response to the soft sensations of the wipes and powder.
“Hehe, hold still, you little stinker!” Jirachi playfully teases before folding a new diaper between his legs and snugly securing it around his waist and bottom. “There! All done!”
“Hehehe, thank you, Jirachi!” Pichu stands back up and gives his newly diapered bottom a series of playful pats, giggling as each pat elicits a little burst of baby powder.
“You’re most welcome!” Jirachi replies with a gentle smile. “So, what to do now? There’s still a lot of daylight left, you know!”
GROOOOOOOOOAN!!
Right on cue, Pichu’s tummy abruptly makes an audible groan, figuring he’d like to fill his tummy right after filling his diaper with the contents of his previous meal.
“Oh! Sounds like someone’s hungry again!” Jirachi giggles and flies over to Pichu, giving him a gentle pat on the head. “In that case, I’ve got just the thing for you!”
Jirachi then conjures up a plastic baby bottle full of milk and hovers it over the little Pokémon’s head, a staple and substantial meal for any kind of baby Pokémon.
“Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!” Pichu stands on his tippy toes and motions his little hands towards the baby bottle, more than eager to consume its creamy contents.
“As you wish!” Jirachi lowers the bottle towards the little Pokémon.
The very moment it’s within reach, Pichu grabs the bottle and plops right onto his padded and powdered tush, lifting the bottle up and placing it into his mouth. As he bites down on the nipple, a torrent of warm milk quickly makes its way into his mouth, prompting Pichu to sigh in satisfaction while the nourishing substance fills his taste buds with copious amounts of creamy goodness.
“Well well, aren’t you a hungry little baby?” says Jirachi with a gentle giggle.
With a clean and crinkly diaper to keep his bottom comfy and a bottle to keep his tummy nice and full, Pichu couldn’t be any happier, thoroughly enjoying each and every second in his regressed state. After completely emptying his bottle, he smiles and pats his full tummy in satisfaction, though he quickly feels something start to come back up.
BUUUUUUURRRRP!!
The little Pokémon lets out a big and boisterous belch, causing him to burst into playful laughter at his crude and childish antics.
“Hehe, excuse you!” Jirachi laughs along with the little Pokémon and quickly disposes of the empty bottle.
Pichu stands back up and contently gives his tummy another pat, though the act of suckling on his bottle suddenly reminds him of a particularly pacifying object. The regressed rat then waddles over to Jirachi and looks up at him with eyes full of desire. However, due to Jirachi’s acute perception of every Pokémon’s desires, they’re already quite aware of what Pichu wants.
“You don’t even have to ask, little guy! I know exactly what you want!” the wish Pokemon smiles and snaps their fingers, causing a light blue pacifier to appear in Pichu’s mouth.
A content smile forms on Pichu’s face, greatly soothed by the rhythmic suckling of his pacifier. Jirachi smiles back at the baby Pokemon, finding that the pacifier provides an additional layer of cuteness to the already adorable Pokémon.
“Aww, aren’t you the cutest little thing? Such an adorable baby boy, yes you are!” Jirachi says to him.
Pichu can’t help but blush in response to the sudden compliment, though he certainly enjoyed the praise and affection, greatly appreciating Jirachi’s commitment towards their role as a caretaker. A few moments later, Pichu waddles to the back door, wanting to extend his playtime to the outdoors.
“I wanna pway outside! I wanna pway outside!” Pichu says to the wish making Pokémon, his pacifier forcing him to speak with a cute and childlike lisp.
“Then go right ahead! I think the both of us could use some fresh air!” Jirachi joyfully smiles and swings the door wide open.
Pichu walks outside with a wide smile on his face, taking in the welcoming warmth of the sun’s radiant rays and the comforting calm of the wind’s light breeze as he steps onto the soft and cushiony grass. He then looks up at the backyard’s miniature play structure, causing certain memories to come rushing back to him. His mind returns to the first time he was regressed, when he and his little brother played together on this play structure, both enjoying themselves as little babies who had not a single care in the world. It was from such an experience that the older brother learned to reclaim his desires of innocence, not to repress them, and now here he was reclaiming them once again.
However, he then glances at a certain part of the play structure he hadn’t considered using in quite some time, a wooden swing set with a single bucket swing designed for babies and younger children; nowadays, such a swing was reserved for his baby brother, but his regressed state provided him with the perfect opportunity to use it for himself, where neither the barriers of being too big or too old applied.
“I’m guessing you want to play on the swing, don’t you?” Jirachi asks with a chuckle.
“Yea yea yea! I wanna pway on da swing!” Pichu nods and playfully jumps in place.
“Ok! Up you go!” Jirachi lifts him up in the air and gently places him in the swing, using their psychic powers to push it.
“Weeehehehe!” Pichu joyfully laughs and kicks his feet as the swing sways back and forth. “Higher, Jiwachi! Higher!”
“Alright then!” Jirachi nods and applies even more power onto the swing.
Pichu’s ecstatic laughter continues to fill the air as the swing moves higher and higher, feeling like he’s soaring across the skies every time it reaches its apex and makes its quick descent. As the regressed rodent remains immersed in the back and forth rhythm of the bucket swing, he’s hit with a sudden dose of deja vu, reminiscing over the days when he was the baby of the family; his mind goes back to the many times he’d play outside with his parents, whether it involved running around on the grass, playing games of tag and hide-and-seek on the play structure, or enjoying himself on this very swing, always telling Mommy and Daddy to push him higher and higher, and while they weren’t with him at this very moment, with Jirachi around, it was like they were never gone, like they simply manifested into the wish making mythical.
“Phew, I must say, pushing that swing so many times gets a little tiring, even for mythicals like myself!” Jirachi giggles and puts the swing to a stop, a little exhausted from having to constantly exert force onto it. “In the meantime, why don’t you play around some more, yes?” they say before lifting him out of the swing and placing him back onto the grassy ground.
Pichu nods and runs along the backyard, smiling as the soft grass sinks into his feet with each step. Of course, the outdoors was always something he greatly enjoyed, though he seemed to be enjoying it even more this time around, as his younger and more carefree state gave him a greater appreciation for it. On top of this, he had a far greater sense of curiosity for his surroundings, prompting him to get on his fours and crawl around in search of other kinds of critters; every little insect crawling along the grass and every little bug buzzing around him filled the baby Pokémon with a captivating sense of wonder, viewing such common creatures as marvelous relics of nature.
“Hehe, searching for bugs, are we?” Jirachi asks him.
“Ooh! Pwetty bug! Pwetty bug!” Pichu suddenly spots an orange butterfly gracefully descending onto the grass.
The baby Pokémon gazes at the butterfly with wide and innocent eyes, awestruck by its beautiful appearance; it certainly wasn’t the most intricate of creatures, and yet its brightly colored wings continued to draw him in as he stared at the insect for several seconds.
PSSSSSSSSSHHH!!!
Without warning, Pichu’s bladder reflexively releases itself, causing his diaper to sag and stain a notable shade of yellow. However, he’s far too intrigued by the butterfly in front of him to even notice that he’s wetting himself, all while his diaper continues to swell up and become warmer.
PFFFFFT!! BRAAAAAAP!!
Pichu’s bowels let out a loud bout of flatulence and he suddenly snaps back to reality as a warm and squishy solid plops into his diaper, causing a slight bulge to form in the back. He stands up and looks down at his soaked and lumpy diaper, unfazed by the fact that he had to go potty once again; with a silly smile on his face, the baby Pokémon scrunches up his face and starts to push, preparing to fill his diaper some more as his lunch approaches its way out.
“Mmmmmph!”
PBLOOOORMPH!!!
With a single grunt, he dumps a larger solid into his diaper, feeling it expand and bulge out some more as it slumps onto the ground from the weight of his stinky load. Pichu cracks a dopey smile once he empties himself, giggling as some of the flies buzz around his poopy diaper.
“My goodness! Looks like you really had to go didn’t you?” Jirachi giggles and starts making their way back inside. “Let’s go, little guy! We need to change your diaper before it attracts too many flies!”
“Hehe, ok, Jiwachi!” Pichu smiles and continues sucking on his pacifier, his full diaper dragging along the ground while he slowly waddles back inside.
“Ok, now lay down!” Jirachi says with a gentle voice.
Pichu nods and lays down on his back, playfully giggling and kicking his feet while he awaits his diaper change.
“What’s got you all giggly? Are you laughing because I’m the one who has to change your dirty diapers?” Jirachi asks with a giggle of their own. “Such a silly little boy!”
They quickly dispose of Pichu’s messy diaper and lift up his legs once again, wiping and powdering his bottom until it’s in pristine condition. With that settled, Jirachi takes out a clean diaper and secures it around the baby Pokémon’s bottom.
“Now then, what should we do next?” Jirachi asks him.
“Pway! I wanna pway some mowe!” Pichu smiles and stands back up.
“Hehe, you’re still in the mood to play, huh?” says Jirachi with another giggle. “You know, some of my colleagues would be quite envious of your seemingly endless supply of energy.”
“Uh huh, and I want you to pway wif me!” Pichu points at the wish making Pokémon.
“Oh! Alright then! What are we going to play with?” they ask.
“You can pick!” Pichu cheerfully replies.
“Me? You’re the one who’s supposed to be in control here, no?” Jirachi asks, genuinely taken aback by such a proposal.
“Yea, but I want you to pick!” Pichu happily responds.
“Well, alright then.”
Truth be told, Jirachi was quite surprised to be put in such a situation; given they were always the one granting wishes, it wasn’t all that common for their own desires to be brought up, leaving them a little stumped on what to do.
“Hmmm…” Jirachi scans their surroundings for several seconds, though they’re eventually able to come to a decision. “Perhaps we can play with that box full of building blocks.”
“Yea! Gweat idea!” Pichu toddies over to the box, lifting it up and dumping its contents onto the floor. “Now wets pway togetha! We gonna make da biggest bwock towah evah!”
While Pichu starts eagerly building the base, Jirachi descends to the ground and grabs handfuls of blocks, manually stacking them on top of each other; it was a rather simple action, though to Jirachi’s surprise, they were getting a lot of enjoyment out of it, feeling a sense of childlike joy from within themselves while the tower grows taller and taller.
Likewise, Pichu was also enjoying himself to a great degree, gleefully giggling as the two Pokémon continue building their block tower; while he certainly liked Jirachi’s commitment to being his own caretaker, he also liked the idea of Jirachi being his own personal playmate, for it somewhat reminded him of the dynamic between himself and his little brother.
“Yay! We did it!” the little Pokémon cheerfully claps his hands once he finishes building, looking up at a tower that’s slightly taller than himself.
“We sure did, though I assume you’d like to see an even bigger tower, yes?” Jirachi asks him.
“Oooooh! Yea yea yea!” Pichu excitedly jumps in place in response.
“In that case, leave the rest to me!”
Utilizing their psychic abilities, Jirachi lifts all of the remaining blocks into the air, precisely stacking and arranging them to create a colossal tower that nearly reaches the ceiling. While such an action showcased only a small fraction of their power, they felt rather proud of their creation, feeling that sense of childlike joy within themselves once again.
“Well, I must admit, that was a lot more fun than I anticipated.” says the wish making mythical.
“Wow! Dats awesome!” Pichu continues to excitedly jump around, absolutely amazed at the sight of such a big block tower.
However, it’s not terribly long before all of those hours of playing around take its toll on the baby Pokémon, causing him to let out a long yawn.
“Hehe, and here I thought you’d never run out of energy!” says Jirachi with a gentle giggle. “Sounds like the baby boy is ready for bed, yes?”
“Mmhm…” he replies with a nod of his head, more than satisfied with the time they’ve spent together.
Jirachi nods back and tidies up the living room, placing all of the building blocks back in the box and moving the changing supplies back to their original location. With everything cleaned up, Pichu follows Jirachi to his bedroom, toddling his way to the staircase while his diaper continues crinkling in response to his movements. Wanting to engage in one last act of pretend play before heading to bed, he gets on his fours and crawls up the stairs, like he’s a little climber making his way up a vast and expansive mountain range.
PFFFFT! FRRRRRRRRT!! SPLOOOOOORTCH!!!
Before the baby Pokémon makes it to the top, a mushy mess suddenly spills into his diaper, causing it to slump and stain a dark shade of brown.
“Hehehe, oopsies!” Pichu laughs in response to his abrupt accident, amused by the fact that he completely lost control over his bowels.
“Oh! Looks like I’m not done changing your dirty diapers just yet!” Jirachi says with a laugh of their own. “I guess I gotta get the supplies again!”
Pichu crawls into his bedroom and lays on his back while Jirachi gets the changing supplies, rather giggly over the fact that this was his third dirty diaper of the day.
“Alright, silly, let’s get you cleaned up!” says Jirachi upon returning with all of the needed supplies.
After undoing the dirty diaper, Jirachi quickly cleans and diapers Pichu’s bottom, lifting him up and tucking him in once that’s all done.
“Tank you, Jiwachi! You da best babysittah evah!” he says with a satisfied smile, comforted by the warm blankets covering his body and the soft pillow caressing his head.
“I appreciate it, but at the end of the day, I’m just doing my job.” the mythical Pokémon replies. “If anything, you’re more deserving of thanks than me.”
“Hm? What do ya mean?” Pichu asks with a confused look on his face.
“Out of the thousands and thousands of Pokémon I’ve granted wishes to, you’re one of the few who stopped to ask about my own desires, who allowed me to make a choice of my own.” Jirachi responds.
“I am?” Pichu asks.
“Yes, you are. It may not seem like much to you, but I really enjoyed the time we spent building the block tower, and it allowed me to come to a crucial realization.” Jirachi replies. “It made me realize that, because of my duty of granting wishes to others, I’ve never had the time to take my own desires into consideration. Perhaps I should partake in something similar to what you wished for, where I can let my obligations go for a little while.”
“Yea! You shouwd do dat!” Pichu happily replies.
“Then that’s something I’ll have to talk about with my fellow colleagues.” says the wish making mythical. “Now then, I suppose it’s about time we part ways.”
“Okie! Bye bye, Jiwachi!” he smiles and waves at Jirachi, watching them disappear with a sudden flash of light.
Pichu stares up the ceiling with a wide smile on his face, more than content with the care he received. Comforted by the pacifier in his mouth and the diaper around his waist, there was a part of him that didn't want to close his eyes, knowing that he’d be a baby no longer when the sun rose again. However, at the end of the day, he knew that he had to return to his life as a Pikachu, that he had a baby brother to take care of. Content to return to that reality, the fun-filled day of regression reaches its conclusion as he closes his eyes and drifts off to dreamland, with Pichu happy to have his desires fulfilled while Jirachi learns to take their own desires into consideration every once in a while.
End
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