With the conclusion of another week of high school comes the advent of another weekend ripe with opportunities for rest and relaxation, and given the tumultuous week Roselia had experienced, she needed such opportunities now more than ever. On top of having a school week full of tests and presentations, she was still physically and mentally exhausted from her bout of babysitting with her baby brother last Sunday, depriving her of the opportunity to sleep in. Fortunately for Roselia, today’s Sunday morning is refreshingly quiet and peaceful, and she couldn’t be any more relieved because of it; free from any sudden disruptions, a satisfied smile appears on her face as she rests in the comfort of her bed, happy to finally catch up on some well-deserved sleep. After a solid ten hours of rest, Roselia maintains that satisfied smile as she hops out of bed, feeling extremely energized and more than ready to start her day. However, her smile quickly shifts to an expression of utter confusion upon spotting a bright yellow note taped to her bedroom door.
“What’s this? A note?” she grabs the piece of paper and reads its contents aloud. “I didn’t want to wake you up, so I wrote this note to explain the details. Long story short, there’s an emergency I had to address regarding extended family and you have the house to yourself until tomorrow. All I ask is that you take care of Poipole while I’m gone. Love, Mom.”
The moment she reads that last sentence, Roselia crumples up the note and throws it at the wall in a fit of fury, absolutely aggravated at the fact that she was tasked with babysitting her brother for the second weekend in a row.
“Aaaagh! Are you kidding me? I’m back to being a babysitter?” she says with a stomp of her foot.
As her anger boils, memories of last weekend seep back into her mind, and they certainly weren’t pleasant ones; she recalls the morning where her plans of sleeping in were ruined by Poipole’s poopy pampers, she recalls the afternoon of a casual hangout with friends going awry when her baby brother decided to drop a stink bomb in the stroller, and she most certainly recalls the long night of studying made all the more stressful from his dirty and dumpy diapers disrupting her focus. While these thoughts continue to permeate in her mind, Roselia realizes that she doesn’t want a relapse of last week’s events and that she more than deserves a weekend for herself.
“No! I’m not babysitting my brother again! I just want to get him off my hands for today!” Roselia shouts, but upon hearing her own words, an idea suddenly comes to mind. “Wait a minute, I CAN get him off my hands!”
The Grass-type rushes to her desk and opens up her computer, looking up locations for daycares in her vicinity. With a quick search, she encounters a daycare that’s only a couple of miles away from her, and that’s all the information she needs. Without even bothering to look up any additional information, Roselia closes up her computer and dashes her way downstairs, spotting Poipole sitting on the living room floor and playing with his toy truck in nothing but the comfort of his diaper.
“Hey, Poipole! Guess what? You’re going somewhere fun today!” she says to her little brother.
“Oooooh, yaaaaaay!” Poipole drops his toy truck and joyfully claps his hands, too enthralled at the mere mention of fun to ask any further questions.
With that, Roselia scoops him up and walks out the door, though she’s in such a hurry to have some time to herself that she doesn’t even bother to put some clothes on her little brother. Shortly afterwards, she places Poipole into the stroller and breaks into a brisk jog, swiftly strolling along the sidewalk and zipping past any bystanders who stand in her way.
“Weeeeeehehehehe!” Poipole cheerfully giggles and kicks his feet; even though he had no idea where his sister was taking him, he was getting too much enjoyment out of this speedy stroller ride to care about such things.
After several minutes of jogging and walking, Roselia’s two mile trek comes to an end and she stops near the entrance of a dark purple building.
“This…must be…the place.” she says in between breaths, panting with exhaustion as sweat drips down her face; even if she tired herself out from all of that running, she couldn’t care less, for she had finally arrived at the daycare that would be her ticket to freedom, her opportunity at having some time to herself.
She then lifts Poipole out of the stroller and walks to the building’s entrance, a smile appearing on her face as she draws closer and closer to being free of any babysitting duties. Upon entering the daycare, the two of them are greeted by a tall and shrewd looking Salazzle, though the toxic lizard proves to have quite the gentle personality in spite of her intimidating appearance.
“Good morning and welcome! It’s not too often we have new guests, so I’m glad to have you here!” Salazzle says with a warm and welcoming smile as she glances at the padded Poison-type. “I assume this little guy will be staying here for a while, yes?”
“Yep! He’s all yours!” Roselia hands him over to Salazzle and heads towards the daycare’s exit, already eager to get out and do what she wants to do. “Have fun!” she waves to her brother before promptly taking her leave.
“Bye bye, big sis!” Poipole waves goodbye to Roselia and watches her leave before staring at Salazzle with a smile on his face.
“Awwwww, aren’t you such a cutie pie?” she playfully pinches Poipole on the cheek, eliciting some giggles from the little Pokémon. “Now then, are you ready to have some fun?” she asks.
“Yea yea yea!” he replies with an affirmative nod of his head.
“Great! Then let’s go to the play area!” says Salazzle.
Poipole playfully giggles while Salazzle carries him over there, but right before he gets dropped off, the little Poison type realizes that he needs to drop off something of his own; a loud gurgle emits from his tummy and a notable pressure develops in his bowels, causing the padded Pokémon to fidget and squirm in the lizard’s grasp.
“Hm? Are you okay, buddy? Is something the matter?” she asks him.
“Mmmmmmph!” Poipole only responds with a long grunt as he begins to tense up.
PBLOOOOOORP!!
Already displaying his penchant for pooping his pants, Poipole pushes a firm solid into his diaper, causing it to sag and droop as a noticeable bulge protrudes from it. This catches Salazzle by surprise for a brief moment, but rather than feeling annoyed or disgusted in response, her smile widens in approval.
“Oh! Good to know you like making stinkies! That means you’ll get along just fine with the others!” she says before setting him down.
For a few moments, Poipole sports a puzzled look on his face; while other Pokémon like Roselia detested his dirty diapers, Salazzle was totally fine with them, so much so that the idea of changing his diaper didn’t even seem to cross her mind. However, as the little Pokémon looks down at his droopy diapers, he realizes that it’s actually a whole lot better this way. After all, not only were Poison types essentially immune to diaper rashes, but by nature they had an affinity for all things dirty and unclean, and Poipole was no exception to this. With a satisfied smile on his face and a stinky diaper between his legs, he waddles his way to the play area and encounters two other Pokémon playing with a pile of toy blocks, with one of them being a female Leafeon and the other being a male Tepig; although they were different Pokemon of vastly different types, they all had the commonality of wearing nothing but pure white disposable diapers with dark yellow tapes, and that alone was enough to create the start of a friendship between this trio of toddlers.
“Ooooh, a new fwend ta pway wit!” Leafeon stands up and puts her blocks down for a brief moment, greeting the Poison-type with a warm smile.
“Hehehe, a poopy pwaymate too!” Tepig says with a warm smile of his own, quickly taking notice of Poipole’s dirty diaper.
“Hewwo!” Poipole smiles back and waddles over to them, intrigued by the big pile of blocks on the floor. “Ooooh, bwocks! Can I pway? Can I pway?”
“Yea! Of couwse!” the other two toddlers respond.
No further introductions are needed as the three padded Pokémon commence their playtime, their sights now set on building the biggest block tower conceivable.
“I wanna make da biggest and bestest bwock towah evah!” Poipole enthusiastically exclaims.
“Yea! Me too! Me too!” Tepig playfully wiggles his diapered rump and his springy tail while he nods his head in agreement.
“Hehe, den wets do it!” Leafeon says with a wide smile, grabbing handfuls of blocks and building a foundation for their tower.
While she builds the base, Poipole and Tepig stack up several blocks on top of each other, their smiles widening as they watch the tower grow taller and taller. However, their enjoyment comes to an unfortunate end once the tower reaches a certain height, for their shorter bodies make them incapable of adding any more blocks.
“I…can’t weach it…” Poipole stands on his tippy toes in a desperate attempt to add another block, but his efforts are to no avail.
“Ngggg….come on….oof!” Tepig’s legs starts to wobble as he stands on the tips of his feet, causing him to eventually stumble and fall on his thickly padded tush. “Noooo, I can’t weach it!” the padded piggy crosses his arms and a frown forms on his face.
However, not all hope is lost for this toddler trio and their tower building efforts, and with Leafeon’s taller stature, they’re able to get the job done. In a cooperative and coordinated fashion, the three of them are able to use the rest of the blocks and create the tallest tower possible, with Poipole and Tepig supplying the blocks while Leafeon does the stacking.
“Yay! We did it! We did it!” Poipole and Tepig shake their diapered bottoms in celebration, their wide smiles quickly returning to their faces as they look up at the tall tower.
“Yea yea yea! We did it!” Leafeon playfully wiggles her crinkly tush and does a celebratory diaper dance of her own, though something else in her body starts to shift while she continues to move around.
BRAAAAAAAAAP!!!
Her leafy tail suddenly hikes up and Leafeon lets out a loud and long fart, causing the block tower they had just completed to topple over and crash to the ground from the sheer force of her gassy gale. Poipole and Tepig stare at the scattered remains of the tower with shocked expressions on their faces, but said expressions are quickly followed by fits of hysterical laughter; even if several minutes of progress had quite literally crumbled before their eyes, the cause of this was far too funny for either of them to lament over such things.
“Hehehe, dat was so funny!” Poipole says in between giggles.
“Yea! You made da towah go boom!” Tepig adds.
“Oopsie daisy!” Leafeon says with a giggle; although she felt a little guilty for accidentally destroying their block tower, she was too amused by her abrupt bout of flatulence to be terribly bothered by this.
PFFFFFFT! FRRRRRRT!! PBLOOOORT!!!
The Grass-type toddler continues to pass gas as a notable pressure develops in her bowels, making it crystal clear what she’s going to do next. With a gleeful grin on her face, Leafeon tenses up
and gets into a squat, lifting her tail up yet again as she prepares to drop a dumpy deposit into her diapers.
Hehe! Fiwst she make da towah go boom, now she gonna make boom boom!” Poipole says with another giggle, giving his own dirty diaper a playful pat while he watches Leafeon prepare to poop her pampers.
“Gonna…go poopy!” Leafeon exclaims her intentions as if they weren’t already obvious enough. “Hnnnnnnng!”
BLOOOOOORP!!!
With another loud fart, Leafeon pushes a stinky mound of mess into her diaper, causing it to bulge out in the back as that gleeful grin remains on her face. Of course, just like her other padded Pokémon pals, Leafeon wasn’t the slightest bit bothered by the large and lumpy load in her pants, quite the opposite, in fact; for Grass-types such as herself, their waste was essential for fertilization, meaning that sitting around in one’s own excrement was a nourishing and soothing experience as opposed to an uncomfortable and unpleasant one.
“Wow! Big ‘tinky!” Tepig is notably impressed by Leafeon’s pamper packing prowess, and while that now made him the only Pokémon who was wearing a clean diaper, he figured he’d change that fact right about now. “Now watch dis!”
He then spreads out his legs and lifts his diapered rump to the ceiling, his springy tail bobbing up and down as he tenses up. Poipole and Leafeon stare at Tepig in confusion for a few moments, but once they hear the sounds of strained grunts, their confused looks are quickly replaced with silly smiles, now knowing they have the sight of a stinky spectacle in store for them.
“Mmmmmphhh…dis is how….mmmmph….you weawwy make a ‘tinky…mmmmmmmmmmph!” he says in between grunts.
PBRAAAAAAAAAP!! PBLOOOOOOORMPH!!!
Tepig pushes a potent pile of poo poo into his pampers, causing them to slump onto the ground and become extremely lumpy as the padded piggy fills his diaper with a stockpile of smelly solids. Tepig snorts and sighs in relief once he empties himself, plopping onto his bottom with a loud and squelchy smoosh as he sits in a self-made beanbag of his own bowel movements. While other pig Pokémon have a penchant for immersing themselves in all things dirty and filthy, this little Tepig treated his forte in filthiness like a cherished status symbol; he always wanted to be smelliest and stinkiest Pokémon of the bunch, for it was something he took great pride in.
“Woah! Dats such a big poopy!” Poipole and Leafeon exclaim with wide-eyed expressions, thoroughly impressed by the big dump in his diaper.
“Hehehehe, now I’m da poopiest pwaymate!” Tepig says with a proud smile.
A few moments later, Salazzle returns to the play area with a warm smile on her face, giggling at the sight of the three toddlers standing and sitting around in their stinky diapers.
“Well, in addition to making some very big stinkies, it looks like the three of you are getting along very nicely!” she says to them. “Now how about you all move those poopy butts over to the play structure! Doesn’t that sound fun?”
“Yea!” they all respond.
“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” the lizard Pokémon says before turning around and heading outside.
The three toddlers follow Salazzle with cheerful grins on their faces, their dirty diapers sagging and dragging along the ground as they step outside and make their way to a play structure with tan bark flooring.
“Ok! Have fun! I’ll be right here if you guys need anything!” Salazzle says to them.
For a short while, the padded Pokémon stare at the play structure in silence, unable to decide what to play with first; on top of having a decently sized playground area, the structure contains a sandbox, a swing set, and a set of spring riders, giving them several options to choose from.
“Ooh! Ooh! Wets go on da swide fiwst!” Poipole eventually suggests.
“Yea yea! Gweat idea!” Leafeon affirms.
“Uh huh! Wets go!” Tepig adds.
With that decided, Poipole is the first to climb up the ladder leading to the slide, his full diaper drooping below his legs and slightly weighing him down. As the Poison-type reaches the top, Leafeon is the next to approach the ladder, getting a good view of Poipole’s packed pampers as the two of them climb their way up. Even Tepig, the one with the fullest and heaviest diaper of the three, was able to climb up to the top, albeit at a much slower pace.
“Hehehe, wadies fiwst!” Leafeon rushes up to the slide and plops onto her padded tush with a loud smoosh, joyfully laughing throughout the entire descent as the friction between her diaper and the slide causes her stinky mess to spread around her bottom.
“Me next! Me next!” Poipole playfully laughs and squeals as he’s the next to slide down, letting out another laugh once the ride reaches its conclusion and he lands on his diapered butt with a squishy smoosh.
“Now ish my tuwn!” Tepig declares.
He goes down the slide with a wide smile on his face, and while the friction of the slide and the bulky mess in his diaper are ideal conditions for a blowout, such isn’t the case for this little piggy, for he was wearing heavy duty diapers with built in blowout protection, diapers that coincided with his desire to be dirty while also preventing him from making any messes on floors and other surfaces.
“Awwww, looks like you guys are having lots of fun!” Salazzle smiles at the sight of the three padded Pokémon playing around on the slide. “You guys wanna play on the spring riders next?”
“Yea!” the trio of toddlers cheerfully respond.
Salazzle then walks over to the set of spring riders, each one being of a different animal and color scheme.
“Ok, how about a horse for you!” Salazzle picks Poipole up and places him on the rider shaped like a brown horse.
“Oooh! A howsie! Ish wike I a cowboy!” Poipole giggles and smiles in approval.
“That’s right! You’re gonna be a cute little cowboy!” Salazzle smiles and pats Poipole on the head before looking at Leafeon. “Now how about a unicorn for you!” she lifts up the Grass-type and plops her onto a pink unicorn rider.
“Wow! Ish so pink and pwetty!” Leafeon says with a wide smile on her face.
“It sure is!” Salazzle says before looking at Tepig. “Now here’s a dinosaur for you!” she places him on a green dinosaur rider.
“Rawr!!!” Tepig mimics the roar of a dinosaur before bursting into a playful fit of giggles.
“Oooh! So scary!” Salazzle says with a giggle of her own. “Ok! Have fun, you three!” she says before stepping away.
SQUISH! SMOOOOOOSH!! SMUUUUURSSSH!!!
The sounds of gleeful giggling and joyful laughter fill the air as the three Pokémon have an absolutely splendid time, their full diapers smooshing onto the surface as their bottoms repeatedly bounce up and down due to the swift and springy movements of their riders.
“Yeehaw! Go ,howsie, go!” Poipole pretends he’s a cowboy riding through the desolate deserts of the Wild West.
“Hehehe, I da pwettiest pwincess of dem aww!” Leafeon pretends she’s a magical princess majestically riding her trusty unicorn across the bridges of her grand and glorious castle.
“Rawr! I da biggest and scawiest of dem aww!” Tepig pretends he’s a colossal dinosaur roaming and rampaging through anything in his path.
Several minutes later, Salazzle returns to the play structure and spots the three padded Pokémon still enjoying themselves on their springy riders.
“I’m glad you guys are still having fun, but now that you've had so much playtime, I think the three of you are well overdue for some naptime.” she says to them.
“Awwwww, but dis is so much fun…” Leafeon replies with a slight pout.
“I know, but toddlers need their naps, silly!” the lizard says with a warm smile. “What if I give you a piggyback ride to the nursery? Would that make things better?”
“Ooooh, yea yea yea! Dat sounds supah fun!” the Grass-type toddler replies as she cheerfully claps her hands.
“Ok then! Hold on tight!” Salazzle lifts her off the unicorn rider and places her on her back while Leafeon latches onto her shoulders. “And what about you two? I assume you’re getting a little sleepy, yes?” she asks, looking at Poipole and Tepig.
“Mmhm…” the baby boys reply, their bodies feeling a little drowsy from all of that playing around.
Salazzle nods and picks them both up, securing Poipole in one arm and Tepig in the other before walking away from the outdoor play structure and stepping back inside the daycare. As she walks over the nursery, the padded Pokémon joyfully giggle and laugh, greatly enjoying the experience of being carried by their caretaker.
“Ok! Sleep tight, you three!” Salazzle places Leafeon and Tepig in cribs across from each other while Poipole is placed in one that’s in between and slightly to the side of those two.
After she leaves the nursery, the three Pokémon quickly close their eyes and fall fast asleep, their dirty diapers providing them with an extra layer of warmth and comfort. Of course, their diapers were only going to get even dirtier as the day went on, for a certain pressure was building in their bladders and bowels throughout their two hours of slumber. Once nap time comes to an end, that pressure is the first thing they all wake up to, and now it’s more than ready to be released.
“Hehehe, watch dis!” Tepig stands up and cracks a silly smile, being the first to make another deposit in his diaper.
PSSSSSSSSSH!!!
A loud hissing sound is heard throughout the nursery as his bladder is the first to be released, causing his already full diaper to swell up and stain dark yellow in the front.
PBRAAAAAAAP!!!
As he finishes wetting himself, the little piggy lets out a wet and squishy fart, indicating that he wasn’t done filling his diapers just yet. Tepig then clutches the bars of his crib and squats as prepares to make another poopy.
“Mmph!”
SPLOOOOOORTCH!!!
Suddenly, his diaper is flooded with a mushy mess, causing his diaper to slightly expand and stain dark brown all over.
“Hehe, I went pee pee AND poo poo!” Tepig declares, quite proud of the sludgy mud puddle he produced in his pampers.
“Hehehe, dat was a good one!” Leafeon giggles and claps her hands in approval. “Now watch DIS!”
The Grass-type toddler stands up and spreads her legs, bending into a squat and gripping the bars of her crib for support in preparation for the big stink bomb she’s about to detonate in her diaper; during the time she was playing outside, the leaves on her ears and tail had absorbed ample amounts of sunlight, and with that absorbed energy came with more waste products that were just waiting to be released.
“Mmmmmmmph!” Leafeon let’s out a long and loud grunt as her tail hikes up.
PBLOOOOOOOOMPH!!!
A deluge of smelly solids pile into her diaper, causing it to rapidly expand and become extremely lumpy as it slumps onto the mattress of her crib.
PSSSSSSSSSH!!
Her bladder also decides to pitch in while Leafeon continues filling her diaper, causing it to swell up and expand to an even greater degree as a yellow stain appears on the front. A few moments later, Leafeon’s tail relaxes and she exhales a sigh of relief, her diaper now filled up to the point where she could sit on it like it was a big bean bag.
“Hehehe, now I da poopiest pwaymate!” she says with a prideful smile, though such a claim certainly wasn’t going uncontested.
“Nuh uh! I stiww da poopiest!” Tepig retorts, not wanting anybody to take away his status of being the stinkiest.
“My diapee ish biggah and wumpiah dan youws, so I da poopiest!” Leafeon turns around and shows off her padded posterior, wanting Tepig to get a good look at her packed pampers.
“Nuh uh!! MY diapee ish da biggah one!” Tepig says with a pout. “Youw diapee isn’t bwown wike mine, so I stiww da poopiest!” Tepig turns around and shows off his padded rump as well, displaying the dark brown stains all over his diaper.
While those two bicker about who has the dirtiest diaper, Poipole stands up and rapidly blinks his eyes in confusion, not all that concerned over whatever they’re arguing about. The moment he stands up, he clutches at the bars of his crib and sticks out his diapered butt, for he has business of his own to take care of.
PSSSSSSSSSSSH!!!
The little Poison-type releases his bladder and heavily soaks his diaper, causing it to rapidly swell up and stain yellow. A satisfied smile forms on his face as a cozy warmth envelops the front of his diaper, but that smile quickly contorts into a tense expression and he suddenly gets into a squat.
PFFFFFT! BLOOOOOOORT!! BRAAAPAPAPAP!!!
A series of loud farts erupt from Poipole’s bowels, causing Leafeon and Tepig to look toward the source of the sound.
“Hehehe, funny noise! Funny noise!” Leafeon bursts into a fit of giggling, too amused by Poipole’s big bout of flatulence to care about the argument anymore.
“He gonna make a poopy too!” Tepig says with a giggle, his attention now fixated on the Poison type toddler.
PBLAAAAAARMPH!!!
Right on cue, Poipole takes a big dump in his diaper, causing it to profusely expand as a larger bulge protrudes from the back. A dopey smile returns to his face once he empties himself, satisfied with the state of his now dirtier diaper.
“Hehehe! Big ‘tinky! Big ‘tinky!” Tepig says with another bout of laughter.
“Oooh, now aww of us awe da poopiest pwaymates!” Leafeon says with a wide smile, more than happy to end this dirty diaper argument in a draw.
“Well, sounds like you guys are wide awake!” Salazzle enters the nursery a few moments later, immediately taking notice of the fouler stench lingering in the air. “Oh! Did you three make some more stinkies while I was gone?” she asks with a giggle.
“Yea!” the three toddlers cheerfully exclaim.
“Then I’m glad you’re putting those diapers to good use!” the toxic lizard smiles and nods her head in approval. “Now then, I think you guys could use something to eat!” Salazzle says, taking the three of them out of their cribs and setting them down before walking out of the nursery. “Just head back to the play area and I’ll whip something up in a jiffy!”
The padded Pokémon nod their heads and get on their fours, crawling alongside each other while their dirty diapers drag along the floor. After making it back to the play area, they lean back and plop onto their bottoms with a loud smoosh, exhaling content sighs of relief as they lounge in their stinky and self-made seats.
“Hehe, you guys awe wots of fun!” Poipole says with a wide smile, greatly enjoying himself in this daycare and feeling grateful for being around Pokémon who don’t detest his dirty diapers. “My big sis doesn’t wike it when I go poopy! She no fun sometimes!”
“Same wif my pawents! Dey don’t wike it when I go poopy in my diapee!” says Leafeon. “Dey want me to use da potty wike a big giwl, but I don’t wanna! I wuv my diapees!” she affirms this statement by giving her full diaper a playful pat.
“My pawents don’t cawe if I not potty twained!” Tepig says with a laugh. “Besides, da potty ish stupid!”
“Vewy stupid!” Leafeon nods her head in agreement. “Why do I hafta go in da potty when I can go in my diapee?”
“Stupid! Stupid! Potty ish stupid!” Poipole chants with a gleeful grin on his face.
The other two toddlers repeat that same chant shortly after, and before they know it all three of them are constantly chanting about the perils of potty training. A few moments later, Salazzle returns to the play area with three bottles of formula, though she can’t help but burst into laughter upon hearing what the toddlers are talking about.
“Hehe, you got that right! You guys certainly don’t have to worry about being potty trained anytime soon!” Salazzle says before handing each of them a baby bottle. “Now drink up! This formula will make those tummies nice and full!”
With wide smiles on their faces, the trio of pamper packing Pokémon greedily guzzle down their bottles of formula, immersed in its sweet and creamy flavor. In just a few short seconds, they all empty their bottles, patting their tummies and expelling boisterous belches to show their satisfaction.
“Well, looks like you guys were awfully hungry, huh?” Salazzle smiles and takes the bottles away. “Anywho, your caretakers should be coming back soon, but it doesn’t look like any of you are in a hurry to head back home!” she says with a giggle, amused at the sight of the three of them sitting on their dirty diapers.
Poipole, Leafeon, and Tepig all stare at each other with content smiles on their faces and a soothing silence fills the daycare, more than satisfied with all the time they’ve spent with each other whether it was though eating together, playing together, or filling their diapers together. Nothing else needs to be said as several minutes pass, for this trio of diaper dependent toddlers have already forged a strong friendship in such a short span of time.
GROOOOOOOAN! GURGLE! GURGLE!
However, as more time passes, their tummies loudly groan and gurgle, as the formula they were fed proved to be a lot more potent than anticipated. Fortunately, this wasn’t an issue for any of them, as the padded Pokémon all had the exact same idea in mind; with a newfound pressure building in their bowels, they figured they’d make a stinky sendoff before parting ways.
“Hehehe, sounds wike we gonna make poopies again!” Leafeon says with a giggle. “Den I’ww….mmmph…..go fiwst….mmmmmph!”
BLOOOOOORT!!
Her tail hikes up and she pushes a smelly load into her diaper, causing it to become even larger and lumpier than before. The Grass-type toddler then sighs in relief and relaxes her tail, giving her stinky seat a playful pat.
“I can…mmmmphh…do bettah dan dat…mmmmmmph!” says Tepig while he starts to push and grunt.
PBLOOOOORP!!
He drops a larger load into his diaper, causing it to become even bigger and bulkier.
“Yay! I stiww da poopiest pwaymate!” Tepig says with a prideful smile.
However, unbeknownst to the other two, Poipole’s bowels were brewing up something a lot bigger and smellier than anything they could muster; the little Poison-type squirms and kicks feet, his face tensing up as he prepares to do the dirty deed.
“Mmmph…mmmmph!” his bowels shift as he starts to push, and just before he drops the stink bomb, he makes his intentions loud and clear to everyone in the daycare. “Pooooopyyyyyy!”
PBLOOOOOOOOOORMPH!!!
A torrent of stinky solids piles into Poipole’s diaper and it rapidly expands and inflates like a balloon, all while Leafeon and Tepig stare in absolute shock as his diaper gets bigger and bigger; even proficient pamper packers such as themselves couldn’t comprehend how Poipole was able produce so much poopy, but they were extremely impressed nonetheless.
“Aaaaah….much bettah…” Poipole sighs in relief and cracks a dopey grin once he completely empties himself.
“Wow! Dats da biggest diapee I evah seen!” says Tepig; although he prided himself for having the poopiest pampers, even the prideful piggy had to admit when he was beaten. “Now YOU da poopiest pwaymate!” he smiles and claps his hands.
“Yea! You da poopiest of dem aww!” Leafeon smiles and claps her hands as well.
Poipole never cared all that much about making a contest out of having the dirtiest diaper, because in his mind it was just business as usual for a diaper dependent baby like himself. Regardless, he appreciated the praise from his padded playmates, and with a content smile on his face, he lounges back onto his stinky throne.
“Oh my! What’s all that noise?” Salazzle asks as she walks back into the play area, though she quickly gets the idea when she sees the three toddlers and their significantly stinkier diapers. “My goodness, that formula went right through your tummies, didn’t it? Especially you, little guy!” she smiles and gives Poipole’s diaper a playful pat, completely unfazed by the extremely rancid odor enveloping the area.
Meanwhile, Roselia makes her way back to the daycare with a satisfied smile on her face, glad to have finally had the opportunity to spend some time with her friends and do the things she wanted without having to babysit her little brother. Unfortunately, that smile fades away the moment she steps inside the daycare, as her senses are completely overwhelmed by a noxious smell.
“Oh geez!” Roselia cringes and covers her nose, her half Poison-type disposition being the only thing stopping her from getting sick from the smell. “OH GEEZ!” her eyes widen upon spotting the three toddlers sitting in their extremely packed pampers, though she’s especially shocked at the size of Poipole’s diaper.
“Hehe, not sure why you’re so shocked!” Salazzle says with a giggle. “Given you’re someone who has a Poison-type for a little brother, I thought you’d already know that they go through three times the amount of diapers compared to the average Pokémon.”
“Huh, didn’t think I was actually right about that.” Roselia says to herself in reference to the botched presentation from last week, but her attention quickly shifts back to the elephant in the room and she stares at Salazzle with an annoyed glare. “Why aren’t any of these kids cleaned up? Isn’t it part of your job to change their diapers?”
“Oh, didn’t you already know? There aren’t any diapers here!” Salazzle replies. “This daycare is for little ones who like to play without having to stop for diaper changes!”
Roselia groans and face palms in response, frustrated at herself for her rushed research on this daycare. She then looks up at Poipole with an expression of annoyance, dreading this dirty diaper that she now had to deal with.
“Hi, big sis!” Poipole innocently and waves at her.
“Even when I’m not taking care of you, I still end up on diaper duty one way or another.” she says with a sigh. “Come on, let’s head back home…”
Roselia then lifts Poipole up and turns around, his full diaper dragging along the floor while his sister slowly approaches the exit. Just before those two leave, Leafeon and Tepig wave goodbye to the little Poison-type, very content with the time they spent together.
“Geez….so heavy…” Roselia pants in exhaustion while she trudges to the stroller. “To this day I still don’t understand how you poop so much with that small body of yours…”
She eventually plops Poipole into the stroller, though he’s just barely able to fit him in.
“Great…and that was only the first step…” Roselia says with another groan. “Now I have to push you and your huge diaper all the way back home.”
With all of her strength and energy, she pushes the stroller at an extremely slow pace, her body aching and sweating with each passing minute. After a long and strenuous mile, Roselia simply can’t push any further and the stroller comes to a halt.
“Damn…I need to…exercise…more often…” she says in between breaths. “How am I…..gonna…go back home…without passing out?”
However, as she stops to scan the area, she spots a nearby dumpster in a narrow alleyway, causing an idea to come to mind.
“On second thought, maybe that last mile won’t be so bad after all.” Roselia says as she slowly moves the stroller to the alley. “Alright, out you go…”
She lifts Poipole out of the stroller and lays him on his back before opening up the dumpster.
“Geez, what kind of diapers does Mom buy for you? I’m surprised it hasn’t fallen off by this point.” she says before untaping the dirty diaper, cringing in response to its pungent odor. “Not only that, but how has she been able to handle the smell for so long?”
With that, Roselia uses the last of her strength to lift up the lumpy diaper and toss it into the dumpster, its presence immediately attracting flies as they swirl around it.
“Man…with all the dirty diapers you make, I should ask Mom to replace our trash bin with a full sized dumpster…” says Roselia. “Ok, now there’s just two more steps to go…”
She puts her little brother back into the stroller and pushes it back home, having a much easier time doing so now that she’s no longer pushing the weight of his poopy diapers.
“Finally…home…” says Roselia with a sigh of relief. “Just have to…clean you up…”
She walks inside the house and carries Poipole up to his bedroom before laying him on the changing table and taking out a container of wipes.
“Oh boy…this is gonna require a lot of wipes…” she uses a grand total of ten wipes to clean off his bottom, making good use out of each wipe until he’s completely cleaned up.
After that, she powders Poipole up and snugly secures a clean diaper around his waist, and while Roselia was quite annoyed that she had to deal with yet another dirty diaper debacle, she was equally glad that it was finally over.
“Don’t tell Mom any of this, ok?” Roselia says to him, as she certainly didn’t want her mom to know that she bailed out on her babysitting duties, nor did she want to explain what happened as a result of that.
Poipole responds by silently nodding his head and sliding his hand over his mouth to convey the action of zipping his mouth shut.
“Well…at least you know how to keep a promise.” Roselia says as she lifts him off the changing table and cracks a smile in spite of that ordeal she had to deal with. “Now then, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna treat myself to a warm bath.” she says before leaving his bedroom.
After his sister leaves, Poipole toddles downstairs to play with his cherished toy truck, plopping onto his crinkly tush and happily giggling as he moves the truck from side to side. While he plays with his toys, the Poison-type toddler reminisces over his time at the daycare and the new friends he made along the way; he thinks about the enjoyable experience he had building a block tower with the help of Leafeon and Tepig, he thinks about the splendid time he had playing with them on the play structure, and of course, he thinks about all the silly and stinky times that were had with this toddler trio and their propensities for pooping their diapers.
GUUUUUUURGLE!!
Right on cue, Poipole’s tummy gurgles and he feels a certain pressure in his bowels, but this only causes him to crack a wide smile; he knew that his sister wouldn’t be too happy about him making stinkies again, especially since she had just changed him to a clean diaper, but he didn’t care, for he was simply doing what he knew best.
“Mmmph…” he stops playing for a moment to stand up and squat, tensing up and grunting as he prepares to make a poopy in his pants.
BLOOOOORT!
A firm solid promptly plops into Poipole’s diaper, causing a noticeable lump to protrude from the back.
“Hehe…poopy…”
Poipole plops back onto his padded rump and continues playing with his truck like nothing happened, a fitting action for a carefree tot like himself. As his stinky mess spreads around his bottom, Poipole happily giggles and babbles to himself, knowing that he’d be making more and more dirty diapers during his time as a toddler whether it was in the company of his family, his diapered daycare buddies, or in just about any other situation where he had to go potty, and even if it was at the inconvenience of others, he was more than happy with his life as a pamper packing Pokémon.
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