Erotica Anthology #10

Ash

#61

Weird Trip: Ash

The Creature

Ash doesn’t know why this keeps on happening to him. Sometimes he thinks that this is all just a bad dream, something that he can easily walk away from once he escapes from it; when in fact, it is nothing more than one endless waking nightmare after another that he will never walk away from. The reality has set in, and it is speaking of a different rhythm altogether; nothing will ever be the same.

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Trapped

Ash and Pikachu are just on their way to the next town as per usual, when they suddenly walk into an unsteady ground. It comes out of nowhere; one moment they are walking merrily on their way, and the next second they are free falling into this big hole that someone probably had dug up, so deep and far from the surface that they can’t even try back up if they try to. Still, Pikachu tries to jump around the place, using Ash’s height as his jump point, but it’s just no use. The creature just falls back down to his trainer’s lap, disappointed by the result.

Ash begins shouting for him, Pikachu quickly following, but no one is answering their desperate cry for help. Until shadows move from the surface, and hope begins to bloom, before they recognize the faces that look down upon them, followed by a series of familiar cynical laughter.

“Oh my, look what we’ve got here,” Jessie says with casual melodramatic glee.

“It seems like we’ve caught some good ones, Jessie,” James counters.

“Got ‘em, got ‘em!” Meowth echoes.

“Hey, it’s you guys again! Haven’t you guys have enough? Or are you just such suckers for defeat?” Ash asks, too irritated today to entertain their shenanigan anymore.

“Ow, looks like someone just woke up in the wrong side of the bed this fine morning,” Jessie cooes.

“Maybe you’ll feel much better after a full day in daycare!” James suggests, seemingly at random.

“And in the meowntime, we’ll take those precious creatures off your hands~” Meowth concludes, and the three of them do just like that.

Pikachu lets out jittering parks from his cheeks as Team Rocket wraps an anti-electricity net around his body, pulling them to the surface. For Ash, they wrap him in a slightly bigger net, but one that is just tear-resistant. Who would have guest that after all these time, they finally learn their lessons and try to be more precautious.

“Oh yes, we’re going to be so rich after this!” Jessie laughs contemptuously.

“We’ll sell this one, we’ll sell this one, and… oh, we’re definitely going to sell this one!” James says triumphantly going through the pokeballs.

“Just you wait, Team Rocket! We’re gonna get out of your nets soon enough, just like always,” Ash says as they secure him and Pikachu into their balloon air.

“You think we’ll let you escape again? Huh, fat chance!” Meowth pulls out a gas mask and wears it over his face. “We’ve thought of everything this time, there’s no way you can escape from your sitter!”

Before Ash can make out what the cat creature says, Meowth sprays him with some sleeping gas, knocking him out cold almost instantly.

When he wakes up again, the sky is already dark outside, and the balloon air is hovering over a victoria rooftop. Before Ash can make his escape, Team Rocket drops him into a strangely-installed phone booth, says their goodbye to him, before the thing plunges down drastically down a chimney, falling so fast that Ash can feel himself hovering in the air while boxed inside the booth.

“Says ‘hi’ to your babysitter for us, Ash!” he can barely make out what they say, before he hears them all chuckle maniacally all at once, the cries of Pikachu echoing sorrowfully from far above before he hits the bottom of the chimney and darkness plunges around him.

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Bid

Before Ash knows it, he gets thrown into some darkened backroom, the sound of someone shouting through a microphone can he heard from the room next door, echoing through the speaker system that’s planted in this place. He tries to escape from his bindings, but before he can get anywhere far near the exit, someone comes into the room, wearing a full-on radioactive jacket suit, and quickly gets to work, stripping him off out of his clothes like he has done this a hundred different times before. Ash shouts and kicks, trying to get the hands away, but they used some sort of claw pincher stick to hold him in place as the unknown stranger gets to work, even going as far as to replace Ash’s underwear with a giant, adult-sized diaper. Oh man, this is so embarrassing! Why are they doing this to him? Can’t they have anything else better to do than humiliate him like this.

And if Ash thinks that this is bad enough, just wait until he gets delivered to the stage next door, where he is rolled out inside a baby’s wheeled crib, the size big enough to to fit his entire body in; the audience cooes and mockingly laughs at him openly without any shame or restrain, eyes watching him invadingly with silent glee. He can’t believe this! They are taking joy out of making him feel bad. Well, he’s not gonna take this! Who dares make fun of him? Ash is a brave boy; he can deal with them! He’ll get out of this mess, and then he’s going to get his creatures back—

“Alright, up next we’ve got a young boy just in his early adolescent years, just got caught fresh this morning! And according to our sources, we was a young creature trainer going through his adventures before this. Now, who’s up for taking care this big baby?”

The crowd cheers almost instantly as the auctioneer announces what appears to have been Ash’s introduction, before the audience start raising in their panel number as the auctioneer begins raising the price—his price! Ash is in an auction house! Those damn Team Rocket had done it again, and they’ve just crossed a line they really shouldn’t have crossed this time around!

“100, who’s up for 100?” At least half a dozen panels go up. “How about 200?” A quarter backs down. “Anyone up for 200? 300?” The auctioneer just keeps on raising the pricing, until they are left with nothing but a few competitive bidders. “400? 500, anyone up for that?” When no one else dares to raise the price higher than this, he quickly concludes the bidding. “500 going once, going twice… sold! For 500 credits to the VIP guest in the balcony!”

Everyone cheer and clap all at once, going so loud until Ash’ ears ring uneasily. When a staff tries to roll him off the stage, he tries to fight them off and escape, but soon realizes that he has been chained to the crib while he didn’t pay much attention. They roll him back into the backroom, toward a loading dock where a truck is waiting to ship him out. When he tries to fight, they spray out sleeping gas, letting him fall asleep disgruntledly while the masked employe closes the truck’s doors and locks it behind him.

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Disgruntled

Ash finds himself ending up tucked inside a giant crib, complete with a diaper worn on his person with nothing else on him. His clothes and backpack are gone, along with the rest of his things. The giant room is dark, with only one dim light hanging above the crib from the tall ceiling. “Hello?” he tries to ask, only to find his voice echoing through the empty room.

He recalls falling into a trap made by the Team Rocket. They took Pikachu and all of his things, before selling Ash off to some mysterious buyer, who he assumes is the one who put him in this crib and getup. But why? Why would anyone pay to have this? There’s no time to think about the buyer’s unknown reasons though, as Ash needs to proceed with a plan of escape. Pikachu needs him. He needs to save him and the rest of his other creatures, who he bets are on their way to being sold off by the Team Rocket as they go now.

He tries to climb out of the crib, but the fence is just way too tall for him to go over, even if he jumps. Finally, all of those noises he is making is earning the attention of of someone. Hands seek him out from the dark, suddenly on him, caging him in, pushing him back to the bed. He tries to kick them away, but they are much more powerful and agile, holding him down and tying him into place. They tie his wrists and ankles down, just so they can freely put their hands on him. Ash doesn’t know who this person is, but they are touching him in places they shouldn’t be. Changing his diaper when they discover that he has wet himself.

Finally fed up, Ash tries hard to run away…

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Big Baby

Ever since his captivity, Ash finds himself being caged inside this giant crib. Whenever it is feeding or bathing time, his mysterious buyer will always come on time to baby him, big strong hands insisted in treating him like a helpless infant as he struggles to keep these same hands away from his body, not liking how they are touch him ever so familiarly, as if they are his mother. Ash doesn’t think even his own mother would invade his privacy so much like this, dictating every move he makes, including what he can and can not eat, and how he dresses himself—heck, he can’t even do that type of mundane act anymore these days. The buyer always insist that Ash wears an adult-sized diaper, and that’s the only thing he gets, even when the room is always kept cool; not too hot and not too cold. He can’t get out of this giant crib, the fences way too tall for him to climb out off; and not even to go into a bathroom. He guests the diaper is worn on his person because of this exact reason: they want him to poop and pee in his pants—well, diaper pants, more like it. The diaper is tight around his skin, the size strangely fitting enough to not let anything leak out, but it’s still big enough that he can even consider this a pair of shorts—disposable as it comes.

In the first few days, Ash does everything he can to escape, including piling up his own plush toys, pillows and blankets, anything he can find pre-existing in the crib, just so he can finally get out of this strange place and regain back his freedom. Yet no matter what he does, there’s always another obstacle coming his way. If he’s unlucky enough, the buyer will even catch him in the middle of the act, and they’ll quickly start throwing him back into the crib, pointing accusingly and lecturing his ‘bad behaviour’ on the day. With this, they’ll even dare to punish him more by forcing him to sit on a special adult-sized stool and force Ash gulps down every strange, thick porridge-type soup down his throat, and Ash can only sits and accepts his fate obediently as he plots for his next escape attempt contemptuously. And even when he finally gets to the bedroom’s door after many trials and errors, he is when he can only find the door’s locked. He tries the windows, the ventilation system, but everything has been locked down securely.

Eventually, he gets so frustrated that he is driven to the point of madness, begins screaming out on the top of his lungs, eyes starting to weld with tears of anger. The ‘babysitter’ takes this as a sign of a babe’s cries, rummages through their pocket before plucking a pacifier to Ash’s mouth, before enough that the boy is forced to keep it in still his mouth. Eventually Ash manages to take it off by himself too, so the babysitter has to come up with a better plan to keep him stay quite. Singing him to sleep is utterly impossible, so they gotta opt to using a much stronger pacifier, this time one that comes with locked straps that Ash can’t easily take off by hand, complete with adding a pair of non-removable mittens to keep him from clawing the things off of him. This forces Ash to follow their unspoken rules more closely, no matter how much he expresses his dislike of it.

How can he escape from this ridiculous trap now?

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Ash is so bored out of his mind that he has got nothing else better to do than play with some of those ABC blocks left in his giant crib. He had tried to escape multiple times before, to no success, and he is beginning to lose his cool. If this keeps going on… he doesn’t know what he’s gonna do, but it will be epic!

The babysitter comes again, this time bringing in a bathroom to clean him from hear to toe, really treating him like an actually baby by rubbing warm cloth all over his body until he is squeaky clean, before getting redressed in a giant baby overall and placed into a rocking chair, more straps to keep him steady while he angrily rocks back and forth, trying to get away, but only ends up spending his energy struggling the inevitable instead.

It is only once that Ash is utterly spent that the babysitter unstraps him and places him in a stroller, the ‘big baby’ boy too tired to fight those big hands anymore, and just watch.

From the stroller, he is pushed out of the baby room; from there out from the house. They roll down the friendly neighborhood, down the sideroad, greeted (and get laughed at) by local passersby. From there, the babysitter directs the stroller to a nearby park, where other kids a decade Ash’s junior are playing in the playground’s sandbox, before finally coming face to face with his own mom!

There is nothing more embarrassing than getting caught in humiliating appearance than when being seen by someone he knows, and this is when Ash instantly turns red from head to toe. “Mom! What are you doing here? Wait, forget that. Help me!”

But instead of acknowledging Ash, his mother simply converses with the babysitter, exchanging a few words and getting handed a bag full of baby gears, before taking over the stroller to push it away. They have to take the bus to get back home, the most public way to humiliate Ash even more on their way back. Even still, his mom doesn’t seem to be in no hurry to help Ash get out of this stroller, which is designed to that he can’t get out of it from his own, needing another person’s help to climb out of it, his legs strapped under his own weight through the leg slots.

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But even when Ash manages to escape and make his way to return home, he still gets ridiculed by the people of his hometown. It gets worse when he gets home. He tries to stop it from happening, but his mother just keeps on treating him like a baby, changing his diaper and forcing him to drink milk only as his sole source of substance. His own mother is threatening him the same way that buyer treated him! This is exasperating! She makes him do nothing but sit around all day in front of the TV, even when he already explains to her that he has got to save Pikachu and the rest of his creatures!

She just puts the pacifier on him, drowning him out of his protests. She treats him like he is still a baby, as if she had forgotten that he had grown up after all the years he spent growing up in this house before going on the road. She cooes and pats his back for burping every day, not missing a single beat, only leaving him to the care of Mr. Mime, her creature, whenever she needs to run some errand outside. As if it can’t get anymore embarrassing! Especially since Mr. Mime tend to floats him upside down when he needs to change Ash’s diaper.

It seems like every inch of his life has been nothing but utter humiliation these days; whether it’s about being treated like a giant baby and dressed like one, or the fact that people seek out every other opportunity to catch a glimpse of his shameful appearance and instantly becomes the laughing stock of the townspeople. It is not rare for people to drop by or peak through the window just to snap a picture of him generally being treated like an oversized baby, dressed in a large, cushiony diaper, with an equally big pacifier stuffed in his orifice, and Mr. Mime generally ignoring Ash’s protests despite the boy’s detestment of being floated around the house, even when he is getting way pampered more than he would rather prefer.

Once his mum finally gets home, she comes carrying in a few bags of groceries, which Mr. Mime helps carry home. They start working to make some dinner and special blended baby food for Ash, before she places Ash his designated stool with the additional help of Mr. Mime. She spoon-feeds him, insisting in making sure he swallows every bite, no matter how weird the soup’s texture tastes like in the boy’s mouth; it’s all just so watery and bland, and his taste bud is no longer that of a child’s. Ash fights the spoon off at first, until Mr. Mime uses his telekinesis to stop Ash from moving about too much in the baby stool. The boy has a stubborn determination of an iron will, and he will eventually turn hungry and runs out of energy, before finally succumbing to his mother’s insistence in feeding him, a first few spoons at first, until they’re finally getting through the first half of the bowl down, before soon followed by a warm bottle of powdered milk for conclusion.

Once Ash is all full, they bring him to the bathroom, where he is placed inside a small baby bathtub, barely big enough to fit him to sit inside, the water level quickly rising by his added weight. Ash is incredibly ashamed when she has to take his clothes off even when he is no longer a child; he had become so used to living so independently in his journeys. But to have his mother stripping him all the way down to the bottom when he already reached this age… is humiliating! And when he keeps struggling too much, Mr. Mime is always there to restrain him from fight it off and going beyond his given limit. One of them always want to be present to keep an eye on him, their strong insistence in treating him like a helpless baby is really running his patience.

“Enough!” he shouts out in anger, unable to let this ridiculousness keeps on vestering any longer. He has been following along their rhythm long enough! It is time Ash finally takes some action. “I am not a baby! Let go of me. Mum, I love you, but this is just too much!”

His mother flinches with a hurt look appearing across her face, clearly not expecting to be yelled at like this. Ash almost feels guilty as soon as he does it, and she takes advantage of this chance to tickle his sides, like back when she used to do this while he was a babe. What the heck—? “N-no.. ahaha – stop! ...no, pfht! Bwahahahaha! Stop that, mum, it tickles! HELP.”

But his tears of desperating to escape from her tickling hands are met with pointed laughter. Not from his mum, but from none other than—

“Team Rocket! What are you doing here?” Ash demands angrily as they simply keep on laughing from the window outside.

“Do you guys see what he’s wearing?”

“Oh my god, is that a diaper?”

“I can’t believe this is actually happening! So funny, so – so funny!”

“Bwahahaha, look at him blushing! O-oh, he’s shy!”

“Did the babysitter take a good care on you, Ash? Because it seems like they did!”

“Must have been such a ‘fun’ experience to be taken care of for once, huh?”

“SHUT UP! Get out!” Ash screams at the top of his lungs, as his mum still falls under the delusion that he’s just a babe. Not good! Someone must have used a creature and hypnotized her to act this way, he concludes. Because, what any other logical explanation is there? And Ash recalls that James has a creature that can do just that – hypnosis!

He has to find a way to get out of this predicament and find out where Team Rocket has sold all of his creatures. They are not just creatures he trains — they are his friends. He needs to save them and get them all back, no matter what! But first, he’ll have to finish getting bathed by his mum.

FIN.