Here is a new story. The topic this time: Pokémon and Age regression.
What happens if a Feraligatr is a bit too confident in his abilities and doesn´t pay attention to the traps in his way? find out here!
First time trying to utilize pokemon in an AR scenario, wanted to take a shot at it.
Please enjoy!

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Carmine´s Adventure in a new Dungeon


“Man, this dungeon is a cakewalk.” Carmine mumbles to himself.
The proud and strong Feraligatr took on a request to explore this new mystery dungeon that recently showed up.
He has been known for his strength, being the only Pokémon in his village to be at its final evolution level. In fact, no one in the Village made it even past level 20, whereas he boasts a whopping level 60.
That is also the reason he prefers to dungeon delve alone, the other weaker Pokémon just hold him back.
He prefers to just waltz through, take care of his objective, and get his pay check by the end of it.
It´s not like the other Pokémon don´t want to join, they just can´t keep up with his pace. Many have indeed tried to do so.
“How many floors deep am I by now? Ah whatever just keep going till I reach the end.” He keeps trudging on, his claws decimating whatever Pokémon stands in his way, strangely enough all the Pokémon in this dungeon are Pre-evos like Bidoof, Charmander and many others. Weird.


If only his approach to dungeon delving wasn’t as reckless or he would have paid more attention to the trap he was about to step on.
‘Regression trap triggered’
He didn´t even notice he stepped on it, so he kept trekking through.
“Man this kind of baby dungeon could have even been cleared by Elias. Would have been good experience for him since he is still a mudkip.” He again mumbles to himself.


The next few floors didn´t prove much of a challenge still, mowing through pre-evos left and right. However, they seem to be getting stronger, it´s taking carmine more and more swipes to take them out.
“I see finally something more of a challenge!” He thinks to himself smirking.
He arrives in a Kecleon room, usually he doesn´t pay much attention to these rooms as he is never in real danger, so he never buys their wares.
“Oh hello sir Croconaw, we have wares if you need help delving to the deepest part of this dungeon.”
“Sir Croconaw? I´m a Feraligatr can´t you, see?!” He yells back at the Kecleon merchant, annoyed to be called a Croconaw.
He doesn´t like to admit it but he was very clumsy back in his pre-evo stages.
The Kecleon just giggles to himself “Sure Sir Feraligatr. Good luck on your further dungeon delving.”


Carmine keeps moving onwards, the floors seeming bigger than before.
Still fighting Bidoofs and other pre-evos, but they seem to be even sturdier than before, now even able to throw a few hits back at him.
It also doesn´t help that he started missing every few swings, the footing in this dungeon suddenly feeling very unstable.
“Man, this dungeon seems to be empowering these pre-evos.” He thinks to himself.


As he reaches the next floor, he enters a room with a door at the end.
“Finally, the end of the dungeon!” he exclaims in a squeaky voice.
“Wait why do I sound like that?!”
He finally decides to take a look at himself, realizing that he has become a Totodile again.
“What is this?!”
Suddenly the door in front of him opens up and a Gardevoir steps out, towering over him.
“Oh, did another little one get lost in here?” She coos at Carmine, crouching down to meet him at eye height.
“I-I-I´m not a little one! I´m my villages best explorer Carmine the Feraligatr!” He holds up his explorer badge showing his rank and level.
“Really now, well let me see then.” She takes his badge and examines it. “Well here it says you are Carmy the Totodile, still level 10. Oh my, should you even be out exploring at that age!”
Carmine starts furiously blushing, it has been a long time since anyone has called him Carmy.
“Well lucky for you I got a nursery ready here for little ones like you.”
A Nursery?! Carmine thought he didn’t hear right.
“Uhm I don´t think I need that madam, I will just take my badge and be on my merry way.” He tries to reach for his badge, but the gardevoir is way too tall for poor Carmy to reach it.
“Ah don´t be a fussy little guy, here let me help you.” She effortlessly picks him up, cradling him in her arms.
“Mommy will help you get big and strong so you can be a big, scary Feraligatr conquering all the dungeons.”
“This isn´t fair! I was a big Feragatr!”
“It´s Feraligatr, dear.”
He couldn´t believe it, he struggled to even say the name of his original from.
Before he could even process what that meant he got blinded by the light emanating from the room behind the door.


It was a brightly coloured room. A nursery. He hasn´t seen one in ages, when you hatch you land in one of those to get accustomed to life as a Pokémon.
Usually these are run by Blisseys across the world.
He starts looking around more, noticing various babyish items scattered around the pastel pink coloured room.
A baby bouncer, a playpen housing various plushies all modelled after other Pokémon.
In another corner he spots a TV running cartoons he used to watch when he was young. His eyes resting on the funny images going along the screen until he can´t properly make them out anymore.
He then notices the destination of their journey through the nursery.
A changing table, covered in light green and blue.
He starts trying to free himself from his self-proclaimed mommy´s grasp.
“Aw is someone getting fussy, don’t worry you will be all good as soon as we get you safe and snug into a diaper little Carmy.”
No matter how much he struggles he can´t free himself. His strength he was so proud of fully gone.
“Me not small! Me strong!”
“Of course, you are little one. But even strong Pokémon need help sometimes.”
Carmine starts pouting in her arms, giving up his resistance.
“Stupid dungeon! Stupid mommy!” he thinks to himself.


She puts him onto the changing table, putting a strap across his belly to make sure he doesn’t run away. “It´s for your own safety Carmy.” She says booping his snout.
He starts blushing, getting flustered.
“Me not belong!” He protests again.
“Well, your size and level say otherwise, little one.“
He opens his mouth to protest again but is quickly silenced by a pacifier being stuck in his mouth. For some reason his immediate response is sucking on it instead of spitting it out. Maybe it´s the pretty Sylveon ribbons its modelled after that are preventing him from doing so.
Either way his mind starts to calm down and gets a bit foggy.
“Now let´s make sure little Carmy is safe to play!”


Mommy starts bending down to grab something out of the changing table.
When she comes into Carmy´s view he sees her holding a rectangular object.
He is sure he knew what it is, but he is too comfy to think, only concentrating on the gentle sucking motion in his mouth.
Mommy keeps working, lifting up his butt to then slide the unfamiliar object under his butt.
The only feeling Carmine notices is the soft pillow he suddenly has under his posterior.
“Good boy for staying still now, I knew little Carmy would come around.”
She starts rigorously spreading powder onto his lower regions, making sure to cover everything.
And for the finishing touches she starts pulling up the unfamiliar object, fastening its tapes around his hip area, making sure it fits snugly and comfortably.
“Diapie!” He remembers what this soft cushion around his lower body is, almost spitting out the pacifier upon exclaiming his realization.
“That’s right little Carmy, this is your diapie. What a smart little Totodile you are!”
She unfastens the strap keeping him in place and helps him sit up for a moment so she can fasten the final tape above his tail to make sure the diaper is snuggly secured.


“I nu need diapie!” he protests after the comfy pillow has been secured around his waist.
“Well, you can show me what a big boy you are then!” She claps her hands.
“But first let´s make sure you don´t lose your paci.” She rummages around the changing table´s drawers to procure a collar with a little strap and tag attached to it.
“Here we go!” She puts the collar on around Carmine´s neck, the collar reading ‘Super Soaker’. Not like little Carmy could still read it at this point.
Then she attaches the strap to the pacifier in Carmy´s mouth so he won´t lose it.


“Now my little one can go play without worries!”
“Nu wanna pway. Wan out!”
“Aww little Carmy thinks he is a big explorer. How about we watch some TV?”
She picks him up to move over to the TV, a small rocking chair resting in front of it.
She sits down on the rocking chair, holding Carmy in her arms still and placing him on her lap.
He tries to dash off her lap but his eyes wander to the TV screens cartoony images, immediately distracting him.
He sits down happily sucking on his paci again. Watching the adventures of a young Riolu and Zorua as they try to navigate kindergarten.
He doesn´t even know how much time passes, but at some point he started feeling very sleepy. Yawning in his Mommy´s lap.
“Aww is little Carmy sleepy?” “Nu me not sweepy.” He can´t even say that sentence properly before slowly dozing off.
“Well let me get you over to your crib.” She whispers, gently picking him up without waking him.
“Little Carmy will have lots more Adventures come tomorrow.”
She gently puts him down into the crib putting down a Leafeon plushie right next to him.
In his half-asleep state, he grabs onto it, hugging it tight.
Before pulling a blanket over him she decides to give his diaper a gentle press, feeling a light squish.
“Hehe guess my little super soaker isn´t as big as he thought.” She chuckles to herself, putting his old explorer’s badge on a little desk next to his crib.

‘Little Carmy. Level 2’

The end