(Brief content warning: This story is marked as mature for containing an instance of hypermessing.)
The world of the Wild West is one of danger and volatility, one of rigid roughness and rampant lawlessness. Even in the desolate sand dunes of the desert, the scorching heat and the raging sandstorms weren’t the only thing someone had to worry about, and the residents of Potbottom Desert were well aware of this fact; as a town disconnected from the rest of urban society, there wasn’t any kind of local law enforcement that could offer protection at a moment’s notice, making it rather vulnerable to bandits and troublemakers alike. However, in spite of its fair share of crime, Potbottom Desert remains a small yet sustainable town, all thanks to the efforts of a brave and fiery-spirited Charmander by the name of Dusty. As the sheriff, he was the town’s judge, jury, and executioner all at once, the uncontested law of the land who exacted justice with his strong resolve and his trusty revolver. Ever since he took this responsibility upon himself, Dusty has maintained an immaculate record against any criminal who had the gall to take him on, though it wouldn’t be long before he met his match.
As the humid air and the sun’s blazing rays make for a rather scorching afternoon, Dusty lounges in his office with a relaxed smile on his face, casually twirling his revolver around his finger while he glances out the window and stares at the landscape of his beloved town. Surrounding his office are rows of golden stars adorned on the walls, each star representing a criminal he’s flawlessly taken down. Clearly, the Charmander took great pride in his job, though he’s not able to bask in this personal glory for long when he spots someone frantically sprinting to his office.
“Sheriff Dusty! We’ve got a bandit causing trouble in the town!” a Pignite says as they hastily open the door.
“Heh, it’s about time I had another bandit to put in their place.” Dusty chuckles and stands up. “So, what does this troublemaker look like?”
“Well, you see, sheriff, nobody actually knows what they look like. The only thing the townspeople can report is the presence of a ghost-like figure stealing their belongings.” the plump pig replies.
“Not only that, but this thief seems to specifically steal objects that little children use like toys, rattles, bibs, and pacifiers. Pretty strange, if you ask me.”
“Ghosts, huh? Then I’ll be sure to send ‘em back to the grave they came from.” Dusty says with a cocky smile while he adjusts his pink bandana and his ten gallon hat with a sheriff’s badge in the center. “Besides, I ain’t got anything better to do anyways.”
The Charmander steps outside and loads up his revolver, ready to take on any adversary with the audacity to set foot in his town.
“Show yourself, you coward!” Dusty raises his gun and fires a warning shot in the air. “In this town, we don’t settle our issues by hiding in the shadows, so come out and face me like a man!”
Sharply observing his surroundings, Dusty spots the presence of a figure sneaking along the shadows of the town’s various buildings. The Charmander then ignites the tip of his gun with the purple flame burning on his tail and prepares to take aim.
“Eat this, you shadowy scoundrel!” Dusty fires off a flame infused bullet and parts of the ground are quickly set ablaze by purple fire, but it doesn’t seem to have any effect.
“Hehehe! Silly sheriff! Everyone knows you can’t shoot shadows!” says a voice that sounds like it’s coming from a little boy.
“I ain’t got time for your games! Quit your hiding and show yourself!” Dusty angrily shouts.
“If you say so, mister!” the voice replies with another mischievous giggle before appearing from the sheriff’s shadow and standing right behind him.
Dusty quickly notices the feeling of something approaching from behind and immediately turns around, pointing his gun right at the figure’s head; the figure in question is a Marshadow wearing a set of rather childish attire consisting of a red t-shirt, red velcro shoes, and a disposable diaper with letter and numbers patterns, though Dusty was rather unfazed by all of this.
“Wow! You look so angry, mister!” the Marshadow says with an innocent smile, acting surprisingly playful for someone with a gun pointed to their head. “You’re really gonna shoot an itty bitty kid like me?”
“I don’t care what you are!” Dusty retorts. “If you came prepared to cause trouble in my town, then you came prepared to pay the price for it too!”
Before he can pull the trigger again, the back of Dusty’s head is struck by a strong and swift blow, causing his vision to become blurry as he falls to the ground. The Charmander groans and starts to lose consciousness, though he can vaguely hear the sounds of other voices.
“Hehehe! Glad you got to join in on the fun!” the childlike voice says.
“Hah! Only took a single blow to knock him out! That’s what happens when you use guns as a substitute for real strength!” says a deeper and raspier male voice.
“Hehe, looks like he was all bark and no bite!.” says a teenage-like female voice.
“Uggggh….nnnngh….” the Charmander is consumed by darkness and passes out a few moments later.
After several hours, Dusty wakes up and rubs the back of his head, though he quickly realizes that he’s no longer in Potbottom Desert, but rather some kind of nursery; the walls are pastel colored and adorned with letters of the alphabet, the dark blue and carpeted floor feels extremely cushiony, and the perimeter of the room contains a large changing table, a gigantic crib and closet, a rocking horse, and a box of toys in the corner.
“Huh? Where am I? This sure doesn’t look like a bandit hideout.” Dusty says while he continues looking around the room.
A few moments later, that same Marshadow from before steps into the room, though now with two additional padded Pokemon alongside him; to the left of him is a Scrafty in a black t-shirt and a poofy diaper with black tapes, and to the right of him is a Gothorita wearing a purple shirt and skirt alongside a diaper with pink heart patterns.
“Yay! You’re awake!” the Marshadow smiles and playfully claps his hands.
“Don’t think your childish attire is hiding your true intentions! I can see right through your little tricks!” Dusty angrily shouts at them. “You want to take control
of my town? You want to get some money out of holding me for ransom? You want to get information out of me? Well guess what? You’re not getting anything from me!”
“Hah! Calm down, cowboy! We don’t want any of that!” the Scrafty laughs while his arms rest behind his back. “We just want you to join in on the fun.” he then unfolds his arms from behind his back, revealing a rather thick diaper in one of his hands.
“You poor thing, having to bear the weight of that entire town on your shoulders. No wonder you’re so on edge!” the Gothorita says with a giggle. “Wouldn’t it be so much better to relax and let those responsibilities go away?”
“You ain’t tempting me with your sweet talk, you little bitch!” the Charmander venomously replies. “Now how about you shut your mouth before I put a hole in your head!” Dusty reaches for his gun, but he’s shocked to realize that it's missing from his holster, eliciting another giggle from the Gothorita.
“Hehe, babies aren’t supposed to use guns! You could hurt yourself, you know!” she walks up to Dusty and playfully pinches him on the cheek.
“You think you can belittle me, missy? Do you know who you’re dealing with?” the Charmander retorts.
“Man, you authority figure types are all the same, thinking you’re hot shit cause you have a gun and some shiny badge.” the Scrafty says with a smirk. “You’re about to realize how little any of that matters.”
Not even a second later, the Scrafty appears right in front of Dusty’s face and pins him to the ground with his spare hand, causing the Charmander’s ten gallon hat to get knocked off by the sheer force of the slam. The sheriff tries to break out of the hold, but he’s unable to escape, absolutely shocked by the Scrafty’s immense strength.
“Gabby, why don’t you go ahead and do the honors?” he glances at the Gothorita and tosses the diaper to her.
“With pleasure, Scotty!” Gabby walks up to Dusty and folds the diaper between his legs, taping up the sides and snugly securing it around his waist. “Cute as a button, don’t you think?”
“I’m not cute!” Dusty groans and a scarlet red blush appears on his face, extremely embarrassed at his diapered state.
Meanwhile the Marshadow toddles over to the ten gallon hat and picks it up, eyeing it curiously before placing it on his head.
“Hehehe, now I’m the sheriff here!” he says with a wide smile while he playfully prances around the room.
“You little thief! Give me back my hat!” Dusty shouts as he continues to fidget and squirm.
“Man, are you always this much of a buzzkill?” Scotty chuckles and eases his grasp on the diapered sheriff. “Max is just a little kid, you know. Aren’t little kids allowed to have fun?”
“Yea, you need to stop being so uptight!” Gabby says with a giggle of her own. “You should learn to….mmmmmph…. relax and take a load off….mmmrph….once in a while…hnnnnnngh.” the Gothorita squats and grunts white she says this, preparing to push out a big poopy in her pampers.
PFFFFFFT! FRRRRRRT!! PBLAAAAAARP!!!
Gabby lets out a loud bout of flatulence and she starts filling her diaper with a big and stinky load, causing it to expand and become very lumpy as several mounds of mess pile into it. Several seconds later, a dopey smile appears on her face and she exhales a relaxed sigh of relief while a rancid odor emanates from her full diaper.
“Aaaah, that’s better~” Gabby’s smile widens and she gives her packed pampers a playful pat. “See what I mean? It feels good to relax and let everything go!”
“That’s so disgusting…” Dusty says with an annoyed frown.
“Oh don’t worry, you’ll learn to like it eventually.” Gabby smirks and gives her diapered tush a playful wiggle, causing it to sag and sway from the weight of her mess. “Now I suggest you turn that frown upside down!” she giggles and boops the Charmander on the nose.
A grumpy frown remains on Dusty’s face and a hot red blush lingers on his cheeks, giving him a rather pouty and childish expression. Although this group of bandits didn’t exactly have any insidious motives, he despised them for tarnishing the one thing he valued just as much as his cherished town in the desert, his pride; the Charmander could not stand the fact that he, the renowned sheriff of Potbottom Desert, was being treated and dressed like a baby at the hands of three diaper wearing delinquents, and it frustrated him to the core.
“Awwww, looks like someone’s a cranky baby.” Scotty says with a hearty laugh as he loosens his grip.
“Hehe, maybe he’s hungry!” Max giggles and continues playing around with the sheriff’s ten gallon hat.
“I think you’re right, Max!” the diapered Scrafty chuckles and scoops up the sheriff with minimal effort. “Let’s get you something to eat, baby boy!”
“Yea…it’s the least you can do…” Dusty responds with an annoyed groan.
Scotty then walks him downstairs and heads to the kitchen, with Max and Gabby following from behind.
“And up you go!” Scotty plops Dusty’s diapered rump onto the seat of a highchair before tying a bright red bib around his neck. “I suggest you get comfortable, cause I’ve got two other tummies to feed first!”
Scotty turns around and grabs two differently colored baby bottles, a blue one for Max and a pink one for Gabby. After filling the two bottles with milk, he heats them up in the microwave for a few minutes before taking them out and handing them to the other two Pokémon.
“Alrighty! Drink up you two!” Scotty smiles and gives them both a gentle pat on the head.
With a wide smile on his face, Max sits down on his diapered tush and brings the bottle to his mouth, smiling and sighing in satisfaction while he greedily guzzles down its warm and creamy contents. Gabby giggles and does the same a few moments later, plopping onto her poopy and padded rump with a loud SMOOOOOODSH! while she happily downs her bottle.
BUUUUUUUURP!!!
The Marshadow is the first to finish, expelling a loud burp and bursting into a fit of giggles shortly after emptying his bottle.
“Hah! Nice one, Max!” Scotty smiles and laughs in response to the little boy’s big belch.
BUUUUUUUUUUURRRP!!!
The Gothorita lets out an even bigger burp once she finishes her bottle, causing her to burst into laughter as well.
“Hahaha! Even better, Gabby!” Scotty says with another hearty laugh.
The sounds of lively laughter fill the kitchen in response to such silly antics, though Dusty wasn’t having any of it; all he could do was stare at the burping bandits in derision, disgusted by their boisterous behavior.
“Sheesh! Can’t even crack a smile? You’re no fun at all!” Scotty says to him. “Would it really hurt to drop the serious sheriff act every once in a while?”
“Would it hurt for you to shut your goddamn mouth every once in a while?” shouts the short-tempered sheriff as he angrily fidgets in his high chair.
“Awww, sounds like someone’s still a cranky little baby!” Scotty laughs and playfully pinches him on the cheek. “Don’t worry! Your food is coming right up!”
The diapered Scrafty turns back around and grabs a big jar of baby food along with a plastic spoon, undoing the lid and scooping up a spoonful of pink mush.
“Open wide! Here comes the choo choo train!” Scotty says with another laugh while he motions the spoon towards the Charmander’s mouth.
Dusty groans and grits his teeth, only opening his mouth because he has no other option. As he accepts the spoonful, a sweet strawberry flavor envelops his taste buds, and while it was admittedly a tolerable taste, it didn’t erase the embarrassment of being spoon fed like a little child. This process goes on until the jar of baby food is completely empty, though Dusty is completely oblivious to his rather messy face.
“Ha! The so-called sheriff of the desert can’t even keep his face clean!” Scotty laughs at the sight of Dusty’s face being covered in pink mush.
“What the heck are you talking about? I’m not-“ Dusty looks down at his bib and notices there’s baby food all over it while also feeling a certain stickiness on his face and cheeks, causing a bright red blush to form on his face.
“Awww, come on, no need to be embarrassed. Babies get messy all the time, yea?” the Scrafty says with a playful smirk.
“I’m not a baby…” Dusty replies with an annoyed groan.
“Right, you keep telling yourself that.” Scotty retorts before undoing the bib and lifting the diapered Dusty out of his highchair.
Too flustered to make another response, Dusty simply groans and rolls his eyes while Scotty carries him to the cupboard and takes out another baby bottle, filling it with milk and heating it up in the microwave.
“Alright, now open up! Time to make that tummy nice and full!” says the Scrafty.
“Let’s just get this over with…” Dusty grabs the bottle and bites down on the nipple, hastily consuming the milk inside.
“Oh! Someone’s a hungry baby!” Scotty says while the Charmander makes quick work of his bottle.
“There, are you happy now?” Dusty stares at Scotty with an angry glare and takes the bottle out of his mouth. “Now how about you put me do-“
Before he can finish his sentence, a sudden pressure makes its way back up, likely from drinking his bottle far too fast.
“Ha! I know just the thing for that!” Scotty puts the sheriff over his shoulder and gives him a firm pat on the back.
BUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRP!!!
Dusty lets out the longest and loudest burp of them all, eliciting lots of laughter from the diapered bandits.
“Hehehe, good one! Good one!” Max smiles and playfully claps his hands.
“Yea…very funny…” Dusty says with another groan.
“Now then, why don’t you go ahead and play with Max and Gabby? They’ve always wanted more playmates, y’know!” Scotty says before setting Dusty down.
“Yea!” the Marshadow smiles and waddles over to the sulky sheriff. “Play with us, mister! Play with us!”
“Yea! It’ll be fun!” Gabby smiles and heads back upstairs, her full diaper continuing to droop between her legs.
Dusty sighs in exasperation and follows the little Pokémon upstairs, growing tired of playing along in this peculiar predicament. Once all four of the padded Pokémon make their way back to the room, Max toddles to the box of toys and grabs a big bin of building blocks, sporting a cheerful smile while he dumps the bin’s contents onto the carpeted floor.
“This is so stupid…” says Dusty with a shrug.
“Hehehe, it’s not stupid! It’s a lot of fun!” Max grabs several blocks and starts stacking them on top of each other. “You really need to stop being so angry all the time, mister!”
“Mmhm! Why do you continue to resist when it’s so much easier to relax?” Gabby giggles and joins in on the block building fun.
“Yep, so how about you stop being such a cranky little cowboy and learn how to have some fun!” Scotty says with a chuckle.
Dusty responds to those statements with a sulky silence, only stacking up the blocks for the sake of getting this over with.
“Yay! We did it!” Max says with a wide smile once all of the blocks are used up, satisfied at the sight of the big block tower, though it’s not too long before another idea comes to his mind. “Ooh! I know what I’m gonna play with next!”
Still donning Dusty’s ten-gallon hat, the Marshadow enthusiastically waddles his way to the rocking horse, climbing onto it and grabbing the handlebars before plopping his padded rump onto the saddle.
“Weeeee! Look at me, mister! Aren’t I such a cool cowboy?” the playful Ghost-type joyfully giggles and laughs, having a splendid time on his toy while it rapidly rocks back and forth.
“You little brat! You don’t know a damn thing about being a cowboy!” the short-tempered sheriff angrily shouts; even if it was all in good fun, Dusty felt like Max was taking another shot at his pride, genuinely furious over a little kid like him making a complete mockery of his career.
Of course, Max couldn’t care less about such remarks, for he was having far too much fun with his pretend play. Grinning from ear to ear, he happily continues playing on the rocking horse, only stopping once a certain pressure forms in his bowels.
BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!
The little Pokémon lets out a loud and squishy fart, and while the sudden shifting of his bowels catches him by surprise, it doesn’t bother him in the slightest degree. Still sporting that wide grin on his face, Max briefly lifts padded tush off the saddle, and with a loud PBLOOOOOOORMPH!!! he promptly poops his diaper, causing it to slump onto the saddle as a large lump protrudes from his pampers.
“I poopied! I poopied!” the Marshadow sits back down with a squelchy smoosh, clearly not too concerned about having a full diaper as he resumes his session on the rocking horse.
“Ugh! You delinquents need to learn some discipline!” Dusty shouts, extremely aggravated by the presence of yet another dirty diaper.
“Haha, you’ll just have to get used to that!” Scotty says with a smirk. “Besides, it’s not like your own diaper is gonna be clean for much longer either!”
GUUUUUURGLE!! GUUUUUURGLE!!
Right on cue, Dusty’s tummy loudly gurgles and he feels a certain pressure developing from down below.
“You’re crazy if you think I’d ever do something so degrading!” Dusty resists the pressure and tries to hold it in.
“Hehe, are you sure about that? It’ll feel good to get rid of all that pressure!” Gabby giggles and gives her lumpy diaper a playful pat.
“No! I’m not doing that!” the Charmander quickly responds.
“Suit yourself!” says the Gothorita with another giggle. “Well then, while you delay the inevitable, you can play with me! I’ve always wanted another person to play dress up with!”
“Now you want to dress me up like I’m some kind of doll? You’re asking for too much!” says the Charmander with an agitated glare.
“Hehehe, fine then!” Gabby then uses her psychic powers to restrain his movements and a pink aura envelops his body.
“I…can’t…move…” Dusty tries to free himself, but his struggles are to no avail.
“Y’know, if you chose to be more cooperative, I wouldn’t have to use my powers in the first place!” she says to him. “Now then, I’ve got the perfect outfit for you!”
Gabby then toddles over to the closet and grabs a frilly pink dress for him to wear, placing the outfit over his head and maneuvering it through his arms and torso.
“Hehehe, he’s not a cowboy anymore! He’s a pretty princess now!” Max says with a gleeful giggle, watching the dress up session from the vantage point of his rocking horse.
“Indeed he is! The prettiest princess of them all!” Gabby giggles and boops Dusty on the nose.
“Why you little-
GURRRRRRRGLE! GUUUUUUURGLE! GRRRRK!
Before he can finish speaking, his tummy emits another series of loud gurgles and the pressure in his bowels comes back more intense than ever.
“Well well, looks like you’re about to be a poopy princess too!” Gabby then releases her psychic grip on Dusty, causing him to plop right onto his padded rump. “Now then, I think the three of us have had more than enough fun with you, so I’ll make you a deal. If you just use your diaper like the little baby boy you are, we might consider letting you go.”
“Like hell I will! I’ve played along with your baby bullshit long enough! There’s no way you’re making me stoop to such a low level!” Dusty retorts.
“Come on, you think these diapers are just for decoration? They’re not even hard to use!” to prove his point, Scotty tenses up and gets into a squat. “Guess I’ll have to…mmmmph…give you another example….mmmmmmph!!!
BLOOOOOOOOORT!!!
The Scrafty dumps a large mound of mess into his diaper, leaving Dusty as the only one without a dirty diaper.
“See? Piece of cake!” he chuckles and pats the back of his poopy padding.
“Never! Like I’d sacrifice my dignity at the hands of a bunch of baby bandits!” the Charmander replies.
The diapered delinquents all burst out laughing in response, finding it rather difficult to take the sheriff seriously.
“You’re wearing a diaper, you’re stuck in a pretty dress, and you’ve been bested by us ‘baby bandits’ , yet you’re still concerned about your dignity? Give me a break!” the Gothorita says with a hearty laugh. “People like you are always so stubborn, always so prideful until the very end, just so you can cling onto what little authority you have left. If that’s the choice you’re going to make, then so be it.”
Utilizing her psychic abilities once more, Gabby forces Dusty into a hypnotic trance, causing him to abandon all thoughts of resisting and retaining his dignity. As his control quickly slips away, the only messages in his mind are ones telling him to push, to let it all out, to let go of that intense pressure and fill his diapers like a good baby boy. With a goofy grin on his face, Dusty obeys those orders, scrunching up his face and clutching his hands as he starts to tense up.
“Gotta…go poopy! Mmmmmmph!” Dusty grunts and gets into a squat.
BLOOOORT! BRAAAAAAAAAP!! PBLOOOOOOORMPH!!!
The moment his tail hikes up, a deluge of smelly solids pile into Dusty’s diaper, causing it to slump onto the ground and become very lumpy. A euphoric wave of relaxation washes over him while he relieves himself, though he’s not finished filling his diapers just yet.
“Mmmmmph…..mmmmmph…pooooopy!!!”
BRAAAAAAAAAAP!! PBLAAAAAAAARMPH!!!
Dusty pushes an even bigger pile of poopy into his pampers, causing them to exponentially expand and bulge out like a big balloon. After nearly filling his diaper to full capacity, the Charmander expels a dopey sigh of relief, now sitting in a big beanbag of his own bowel movements.
“Wow! Big poopy! Big poopy!” Max giggles and claps his hands, thoroughly impressed by the sheer size of Dusty’s diaper.
“Ha! The sheriff of Potbottom Desert, with his big mouth and even bigger temper, is now the biggest and stinkiest baby of them all!” Scotty says with a smirk.
“He had the chance to escape if he cooperated with us, and yet he let something as trivial as pride get in the way. How childish.” Gabby giggles and looks up at the Charmander. “I suppose it’s only fitting for you to stay like this for a while, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Hehe…poopy…I make big poopies…” Dusty responds, staring up at the ceiling as saliva dribbles out of his mouth.
And so, due to his own pettiness and pride, the championed Charmander of the Wild West, the stalwart sheriff of the desolate desert, is now nothing more than a poopy pants Pokémon in the hands of three babyish bandits. Perhaps there’d come a day where Dusty is set free, but for the time being, his days of protecting Potbottom Desert are no more, now replaced by days of highchair feedings and baby bottles, of playtime and dress up sessions with his padded playmates, and, of course, several more days worth of dirty diapers.
End
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