Length: 2,000 words
Contains: Diaper Messing
“The material contained in this disc is protected under the copyright laws of Paldea and all other regions. ‘Potty Training Your Flying-Type’ is sold for home use only. Duplication, public exhibition, or any other unauthorized commercial use in whole or in part is strictly prohibited.”
After such advisories get programs off the ground, sky blue backdrops set up opening scenes while upbeat songs of xylophones and pianos play at a high pitch, though certainly not as high as those aspiring big kids desire to soar!
“And now…” says a speaker whose form’s invisible as air. “Potty Training Your Flying-Type.”
Greeting the audience with gray and black font similar to a certain fella’s feathers, so too does the title replace every “o” and dot every “i” with rounded clouds, providing every bit of the background with that airborne aesthetic Flying-types favor. Those coveted clouds then completely cover the screen seconds later, and following such soft and fluffy scenic segues are sights all the softer.
WADDLE! WADDLE! WADDLE!
CRINKLE! CRINKLE! CRINKLE!
Plain white pampers plush as pillows on posteriors snug and cozy as blankets are more than comfortable capturing the camera’s attention as the back facing birdie basking in all its crinkly comforts enjoys the graces of grassy terrains and clear skies showing no sign of rain.
“Give a big hello to little Sarah!” the narrator then says.
The giggling Starly of the show swiftly does the same with playful shakes and appreciative pats of her padded rump, making the feathered fella’s affinities clear as day before the speaker can even clear the air.
“Although it was quite some time before she even knew she could fly, Sarah had always known her diapers were so delightful! It’s no surprise those baby birdies adore clothing soft as clouds!”
The tweety toddler’s smiling face further proves that point as the camera flips to the front side and continues following the girl who’s got such potent pep in her step in spite of her flightless state.
WADDLE! WADDLE!
“………….Mmmmmph”
But then, pressure lots more potent supersedes snappy movements with much messier ones as Sarah suddenly stops and squats. Still, although flightless fellas won’t be the only things getting low, although the little birdie’s about to lay something a lot more rotten than an egg, the music’s persistent playful pitch assures all is a-ok.
“It’s also no surprise Flying-types like doing things on the fly! Whenever Sarah had to go potty, she’d do it in her diaper no problem!” the speaker accentuates.
PBLOOORP!….SLUMP!
A diaper filled on the fly is on the shot’s front and center in a flash as the Starly’s stinky solid makes it sag down to her feet, all while a brief flourish from brass instruments humorously highlights her boisterous bowels. But, before lingering on the little one’s load too long, stinky scenarios are made wholly wholesome as the shot shifts from her poopy pampers to the pure white parent prepared for cleanup, a Swanna slowly stepping outside and sporting the same sweet smile as Sarah.
“And, of course, Mommy was always there to change her!” says the speaker just as sweetly.
With full diapers bringing birds of a feather together, with neither smile subsiding anytime soon, quick cuts to changing tables don’t change that wholesome vibe one bit as Sarah’s lightly and lovingly laid on a mattress whose comforts not even the most nurturing nests can compare to.
Wipe…wipe…wipe
Poof…poof…poof
Showing the expected elegance of her species, so seamlessly shifting from tapes, to wipes, to powder, the mother Swanna wastes not a moment with messes, all while the little birdie lets out giddy and gleeful laughter elicited by baby powder both looking and feeling like those captivating clouds.
Fold…fold…fold
Even the caregiver with less reason to be on cloud nine feels nothing but now that her daughter’s in a diaper so thoroughly freshened and fitted, a garment so gracefully balancing the soft and snug. Neither is the grosser given any less graceful treatment as the Swanna slowly picks up Sarah’s pooped pampers and gently places them into the pure white pail with a face unfazed by the impurities pushed into poofy pants.
“Weeeeeeee!”
If anything, poofy posteriors are seen as a reason for celebration right now as the mother swan lifts up the Starly sky high and gives her an affectionate peck on the cheek, prompting lots more of the little one’s lovely laughter. The gray-feathered girl is then given a soft landing before toddling off in prominently powdered padding, and as clouds come back to cover the screen a second time, far softer landings are in store for the show’s spectators.
FLAP! FLAP! FLAP!
Such white and fluffy wonders soon scatter away from the screen, and the diaper-clad kid’s desire to reach them has only soared to new heights as the scene opens to Sarah attempting ascension. With the strength of a storm do her wings go flap, flap, flap as fast as she can, but ever……so…….slowly…..does the girl gradually and gruelingly get herself off the grassy ground. Such immense effort is she exerting, but strain and sweat are the only things preferring to pick up the pace, and it’s only a matter of time until progress abruptly plummets with a…
POOF!
And yet, in spite of Sarah having to start back at square one for the umpteenth time, smiling faces and satisfied speakers show this is far from a fail state.
“As Sarah started to get off the ground, she still didn’t want her diapers going away anytime soon! Every flier loves a soft landing, after all!”
Time skips following cloudy coverings occur once again, and now the kid in crinkly coverings can show such special effects are no longer needed to see the clouds while the camera tries to keep up with the feathery fella who’s finally the flier she’s aspired to be. There Sarah goes soaring about, loving the liberating feelings of weightlessness that accompany such awesome aviation, so captivated by the cool currents of wind blowing across her body blistering across the blue skies, so thoroughly enjoying the thrill of airborne adventures while she zips and zooms, zigs and zags, at the zenith of zeal!
“Hehehehe! Weeeeeeee!”
However….so caught up in such feelings cloud nine can’t compete with, her head’s completely in the clouds on predicaments potty training programs must place on their padded protagonists, and although even its writers would rather not put any priorities above the bubbly baby birdie up above, alas more poopy must pile into her pants for plots to progress. And so, as her wings continue to go “flap, flap, flap”, Sarah’s bowels suddenly go….
PFFFT! FRRRRT!! BRAAAAAAAAP!!!
Despite spicing up scenes with more sounds, flatulence not the least bit flattering makes all go silent, scarcely a single sound beyond a lone gasp from the little girl who’s gotta go. Not even the brass from before bothers to be lighthearted about the heavy loads she’s destined to drop. Despite bringing more motion in the mix, boisterous bowel movements are what brings everything else to a stop, slamming the brakes on backdrops now devoid of anything dynamic……well, besides Sarah scrunching her face to vulgarly void all that pressure.
“Mmmmmmmmph!”
SLUUUUUUUUUMP!!!
Fond as the one with wings once was of garments around her waist granting greater ways to make haste, no longer does the girl off the ground think it’s great now that waste made from way up feels tons weightier while her diaper, those pampers previously compared positively to clouds, may as well have copied their copious weight with such drastic droop from poop.
“Nnnnnngh…”
FLAP! FLAP! FLAP!
FLAP! FLAP! FLAP!
Sarah’s big stinky may be so nicely nestled inside, but the Starly herself can’t even say she’s feeling light as a feather when all that sag in her diaper is more of a drag than drag itself, bringing her severely more strain despite massive messes unburdening bowels. Feathers may as well be flapping faster than the speed of sound, but sizable solids stifle exceptionally solid efforts and limit her from lifting herself a nanometer higher, all while even dormant doo doo can boast more dynamic directional movements as it makes her diaper springily swing all around and boisterously bob up and down.
“Mmmph!….Mmmmmph!”
FLAP! FLAP! FLAP!
FLAP! FLAP! FLAP!
FLAP! FLAP! FLAP!
FLAP! FLAP! FLAP!
The abrupt comeback of bombastic brass instruments only makes her flapping about all the more frantic, and while her wings may be getting quite the workout, things aren’t gonna work out for Sarah as prominently more pushing doesn’t propel her any higher and what’s already been pushed out only brings her lower…….and lower…….and lower…..
PBLAAAART!!!….SLUMP!
Oh no! Loads from below have made her lots lower too, and now dumpy deposits aren’t the only thing to be dropped as diapers slumping farther past her feet force her to fall her farthest until reaching the bottom on her bottom with a…
SMOOOOOOOSH!!!
Packed pampers providing bigger and squishier seats ensure Sarah’s unscathed, but safe landings still don’t soften all the blows of the birdie doubly down in the dumps from this gross fall from grace as she crosses her wings at the camera with a cross face.
“However, now that Sarah’s learned how to fly, filling her diapers just doesn’t fly.” the speaker then says, figuring it’s finally time to lift some spirits when all is at its lowest. “That’s right! You parents won’t have to worry about your son or daughter staying in diapers too long! For Flying-types, the sky’s the limit when it comes to putting them on the potty!”
Following another cloudy covering bringing all that crinkly chaos to a close, proceeding scenes in that same serene setting are far more peaceful with pampers out of the picture as Sarah’s seen toddling towards a training potty.
Waddle…waddle……plop
Aaaaah….and now that she’s settled on the sky blue seat, the reason to sit back that’ll only be all the more relaxing on this road to relief, the soft sounds of flutes follow through, content to continue their song and let the tot take her time with number two.
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However, as Sarah continues taking her sweet sweet time without even the tiniest twitch of her face, as the Starly now set on ditching her diapers simply stares at the screen with indifference, soothing as such serenity is, programs all about progress have perhaps become a tad….too….tranquil for the audience’s tastes.
“But, while Flying-types are easier to train, they still have their demands! After all, why would such sky high fellas have low expectations?” says the speaker soon clearing the air on their accommodations. “So, if we want Sarah to use the potty, we gotta raise the standards!”
The final scene proving their head wasn’t in the clouds about their own claims then shows standards being raised in the most literal sense as the seated Sarah is now sat up on a tree branch, making her potty truly feel like a throne amidst a glorious birds-eye view from above, all while feeling all the prouder to have used her wings on the way up as well. And now, to tell the audience she’s not just been going up, but growing up, strained grunts allow all that’s transpired to pay off with but a simple….
PLOP!
Brass instruments finally played out of fanfare promptly celebrate Sarah’s astounding accomplishment and the fact she’s no longer miles away from having reached such a monumental milestone, one now well within reach for every aspiring avian in the audience.
“Now that you’ve learned all you need to know, potty training your Flying-type will be a breeze!” says the speaker making their last remark.
Business is all done, but with programs having said their piece, there’s still one more order of business for Sarah as does the gesture she'll do to her diapers in due time, waving goodbye to all the watchers until the screen fades to black.
End
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