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Ever wonder where a lot of the food in Pokemon comes from? Yeah, me neither...
Chapter 6 Soil (Or, Probably Why You Don't Ask About Food)
It was...weird eating with so many people at the table. Me and Sol usually just ate together and enjoyed each others company. While I had the bonus of not having to force conversation at this point, it was still unusual to me. I guess that's the anti-socialness with people I still have in me somewhere. Having Sol near me, though, kind of made me...a little braver. After all, I wouldn't be sitting here if not for him.
It was kind of fun, watching Wily being the chop expert for Monte with his meat. Jean was more traditional, eating some kind of fish dish in a rice bowl. Not a fish fan personally. He did note to Rattler, though, to not stick a rather large Bouffalant Teriyaki stick down his long throat for one gulp. Talk about a meal in five seconds. As for me, I just had a large fillet of Tauros meat with a double order of fries on the side, black pepper and ketchup to follow. Boring, I know, but I didn't want to push it company.
To my other side, Sol was enjoying his own meal, apparently called the 'Snorlax King'. From the picture and description, it was like some kind of really thick soup made with chunks of meat, with various peppers in it and two large bread sticks soaking in it. There was also a blob or two of yellow, Chansey eggs I guess, to give it some nutritional value, and maybe to help with the heat in the dish.
It looked rather...hefty from the picture, and more so now that I was looking at it. I knew him eating it would probably have bad repercussions for me...but they were going to happen anyway and he wanted to try it. A little weird, submitting to him like an exhausted parent listening to their kid screaming about a toy. Granted, Sol didn't scream at me, but the similarity stuck. In the end, though, I guess I can't help but spoil him.
Seemed like he was enjoying it too, using a spoon (ha, I taught him to use those) to take big bites. On occasion he'd let out a pleasant sigh, opening his mouth to let some steam drift from it. He dug into his meal without even waiting for it to cool, though he wasn't wolfing it down like he would have years ago.
Oh well, I'll deal with the backlash if it makes him happy. As I started cutting up my meat with a knife, unlike Wily with his claws---hopefully he washed them---I had a momentary thought to what it was I was eating.
Truth is, I probably wasn't eating Tauros at all, and they didn't have Snorlax or Buffalant meat either. It was just like a parody or homage, an interesting name to get people to eat. Though, admittedly, some people could take it literally, which is why the words 'only Pokemon byproducts are included in every item' is printed on the bottom of the menu.
Believe me, the first time I heard that there WERE people outside our city that actually ate Pokemon, I was horrified. I was young then, and was in such a state I didn't even leave the house, fearing that some of the Pokemon I saw walking in the streets had distant relatives who ended up as human chow.
Eventually, though, I slowly accepted it. In the wild, Pokemon fight and eat each other. It was just nature. Of course, that didn't mean me, or other people here, were going to start consuming Pokemon by the plate-full. Reason being, is because it's not really necessary. Cows, pigs, chickens, and all the rest were just fine with us.
I guess that kind of thing surprises mainlanders, because they never really think about it these days. I suppose having an outside perspective, thanks to Berryton's traditions and values, indentured me to some uncommon knowledge.
You see, Pokemon dominate the world. I'm not sure if it's slightly below humans or slightly above, but they are everywhere. In the wild, many can be dangerous. Humans have the safety of walls, technology, and Pokemon Rangers.
But what about wild animals? From small cats to horses? Well, the fact is, they couldn't compare to Pokemon. While I guess some animals have a little intelligence, it pales in comparison to Pokemon, and there was no contest in nearly every circumstance that the powers of a Pokemon exceed the common animal. In the wild, the predator and prey paradigm absolutely favored Pokemon. Normal animals would always be the prey, always below them on the bottom of the food chain. The reason you don't seem many natural animals around these days is because of that.
Thankfully, they're not extinct. Or, at least the ones I know about aren't. Like some protected Pokemon species, such as the Farfetch'd and Slowpokes, natural animals were also subjected to such treatment. Secure facilities and zones, heavily protected by preservationists, and even the Rangers if I recall, keep natural animals behind walls, away from predatory Pokemon that would find them easy prey.
These places are doted all over the world, and have been going strong since before I was born. They locate, secure, and take care of animals, raise them, and make sure their numbers steadily rise every year. Of course, land-creatures are the majority, though efforts for sky and sea creatures are still ongoing.
Some animals, like cats and dogs, are able to be adopted by interested parties. Others, like pigs and chickens, are supplied to towns and cities in exchange for monetary support. They, in turn, can be raised there, till the inevitable...well, you know.
I guess they never really get much publicity anymore, since Pokemon keep getting more and more prominent in the world. Maybe that's a good thing, I don't know. But at least us in Berryton, who do support the preservations and get wild stock from them, appreciate them for their efforts. Having a little guy of my own now, I can honestly say I'm glad they do what they do. I don't know what I would do if I was left to just eating something that he was in similar category to.
Actually, spare thought, I remembered reading on something when I was younger about the topic. Apparently, when one of the preservations suffered a big decline in it's numbers (I can't recall the reason), someone actually proposed a radical concept to try out. It was controversial at first, given the nature of the concept, but eventually it got the green light.
Cloning.
Cloning animals for food-use turned out to be a step in a helpful direction. While the process took time, it eventually merited accepted results. While the clones lacked a 'certain something' that activists claimed was missing, investors of the proposal saw it as a successful test batch. Sure, maybe the products of the wild stock wasn't as best compared to the real thing, things were in the early stages, so improvement was possible.
Actually, the scientist...what was his name...Dr. Fuji, that's it, was quite the dedicate to the pursuit of cloning, that he proposed even using the process on Pokemon. He initially said this was for moral and practical applications, like cloning endangered Pokemon species, though people were wary of how things would turn out.
Still, he eventually DID create Pokemon clones, who were nearly identical to normal ones in every way, aside from some weird marks as part of the process. But, unlike natural animals, that 'certain something' that was missing was far more apparent. None of the clones gained consciousness. I guess to Dr. Fuji, it was a question that was less on the physical aspect of creating beings...and more on something mental, or emotional.
Huh, whatever happened to that guy? Been so long since school. Didn't he get booted out of his profession for trying to get funding to clone humans? Yeah, people are still a little unsure of cloned Pokemon...cloned humans though, that's a no no. Thats way too close to home for people to accept. Still, think he had a wife and daughter to support, hopefully he found something else to do, it's sad when talented people lose their way...
I start working more on my could-be-Tauros-clone-or-something-else steak and fries at a steady pace, judging how everyone else had gone along with their meals. Beside me, I noticed Sol was already finished before everyone else was, which I wasn't too surprised by. He always seemed to finish before I did, even though I myself was a fast eater. I guess it comes from his 'wild time' as Monte had brought up. I watched as my lizard finished tipping the bowl's remnant bits into his mouth, letting the warm container of food shake a bit on the table when he let go of it.
"Saaaaallll," he breathed, sinking down into his padded seat, placing his clawed hands on his slightly bulging stomach. He closed his eyes and murmured happily as bits of steam came out his snout. I guess he liked it heh.
I let him enjoy the lingering taste of spices and meat chunks still in his mouth as I finished up my own meal, thin slices of meat with sauce, and stuffing more than one ketchup-ed fry in my mouth. Maybe I got my quick eating from him...or maybe it was the reverse, given my solitary-ness back in school.
"Whoa, jeez, Purp, your little guy's done already?!" Monte commented, surprised, or alarmed. Beside him, Wily had a strip of charred meat dangling from his mouth, apparently stunned someone nearly more than half his size had such an appetite. Sol opened one slitted eye, gave a slight grin, then closed it again. He was satisfied at the disbelief, but was reveling in a fullness of good food and didn't want to exert himself.
"He's a...quick eater," I admitted, shrugging.
"Certainly savored it, given the faces he was making," Jean commented, brow raised. Oh really? Guess I missed that in my thoughts, dang. "Rattler, don't," he added calmly as he noticed Rattler, not wanting to be upstaged I guess, tried to down his meal in one go again.
The meal continued on for a further few minutes as the others caught up. With Sol on the sidelines licking meaty bits and peppers in his mouth, I was a spectator to the other four. Nothing really notable happened, as they each talked to each other, Pokemon included, but it was something I just wasn't use to.
Back in school, before Sol, I always use to sit alone at lunch, or eat in the library while I tried to get my homework done earlier. I didn't really connect with people, so being in the group situation I was now was unusual to me. But, for what it's worth, this venture wasn't so bad. Rattler and Wily were pretty cool, and Monte and Jean each seemed to be working toward dreams of their own. I didn't so much consider them best friends, like I was, and more, with Sol...but I do wish them well. Is that how friendship is with other humans?
I'm glad they didn't ask me about my own plans for the future. I wouldn't know what to say...
I grimaced when I heard an inevitable noise beside me that I had been expecting at some point. The others had finished their meal and were in the process of either taking out Poke' to pay or check their Pokemon's diaper, when Sol stirred beside me. I closed my eyes at first, a little reluctant to deal with the repercussions this early, but looked over anyway.
Sol was working on standing up in his seat, holding his stomach. He didn't look in pain, of course, but he wasn't about to do what he was going do sitting down. He braced his hands against the rim of the table, gritted his teeth, and started grunting. I saw him stick out his padded rear and lift his tail, precursor to the obvious. But he didn't start grunting as much as usual, whatever was happening was something he barely managed to respond to.
While the thick padding in the back muffled 'emission' sounds, especially in public areas with lots of other noises, I knew what he was doing. So did the others. Even before he lifted his tail a little more, a good portion of his meal was starting to push it's way into his diaper. I continued to grimace, realizing the 'stewy' portions of his meal had caused a lot of the stuff to basically 'go right through him'. That was more confirmed when I heard the hissing noise of him letting a torrent out in the front of his padding, it already starting to turn darker there.
I didn't notice any further changes though until he began grunting more audibly, apparently there was more that needed a little 'help' to get out. That was when I saw his diaper start to bulge under his tail, cackling under the added weight. He kept at it for a minute or so, as if assuring himself that what had desired to leave his body was truly done, before sighing out in relief, staying in the position he was with quite a lump in the back of his diaper, and a wet poofyness to it's front.
Seeing he was done, I decided to jump the gun on the comfort and patted him lightly on the back, then running my hand up and down it. He trickled out a bit more in the front, and a slight bulge or two in the back when I did that, though I didn't intend that. He stayed in the position he was in, aware that if he sat down, that big bump in his padding would smush against his rump.
"Heh, that was fast," I whispered to him. He still had his eyes closed, but turned his head my direction, and grinned with a visible blush. Apparently he, too, had expected this kind of outcome and, like me, accepted the terms of having the meal in the first place.
"Whoa ho ho, little buddy. In, then out huh?" Monte remarked, clearly aware of what Sol had just done. Beside him, Wily was looking down at his own diaper, sighing with relief that it seemed he hadn't done anything else yet.
"It's what happens when you go for excessively spicy food," Jean commented, checking Rattler's diaper, the snake having uncoiled his lower half to stretch to him, doing a kind of limbo under the table.
The Seviper's head was currently as low as my waist, and he had a clear shot of Sol's padded backside. He seemed to chuckle at first, till the snake felt his own padding waistband being pulled on. Apparently he forgot his own diaper and was worried about what he might have done.
"Props though," Monte admitted, when he and I both noticed Sol had opened his eyes finally and was looking at everyone. "Little guy like you handling all that stuff? Nice. Was it good?"
Sol grinned with a lighter blush and gave a firm nod to Monte on that. On the other side of me, I saw Rattler return to his former sitting height as he coiled back up. Probably didn't have the same condition as Sol's if he was wrapping up again.
Before talking started again, we got our receipts, the waitress commenting that the special Sol selected was both filling and healthy, and apparently his full diaper was a testament to that. Not sure the rest of us agreed, and we didn't aim to when we paid.
"I guess I should take care of you before we leave huh?" I asked Sol, who quickly nodded at me that that was his preference. Then he straightened up a little more, remembering where we were. I gave him a roundabout nod. "Yeah, would have to do it here."
"Oh, you going to a Poof Place Purp?" Monte asked, thinking on something himself.
"Uh, no, just going to do it here," I replied, already adjusting my bag and looking to see where the restrooms were.
"Hmm, Wily doesn't need a change," Monte remarked, leaning over to look at Jean. He waited a few seconds longer before the pale boy got what he was getting at.
"Neither does Rattler right now, so we don't need to go to one," Jean told him, a little annoyed to remark on the condition of his Seviper's diaper. Rattler was too, considering the dark stare he was giving Monte.
"So, Purp, we'll just wait outside for ya alright?" Monte said to me as I picked Sol up, being extra careful that the sag of his diaper didn't get smushed. Eeesh, there was quite a load in there...maybe even more than this morning.
"What? You guys don't have to do that. I think it's starting to get late and---" I started, unsure if I wanted to experience this much group time all at once.
"Nah, it's fine. Me and Wily can get a jog in after eating," Monte remarked, flinging a hand like it was no big deal.
"I suppose I could wait a few minutes," Jean added, shrugging. Rattler got out of his seat for my convenience, coiling up beside Jean's as I scooched out.
"Um, well, if you guys want to do that I suppose," I ended up saying, getting away from the table and looking for the restrooms. When I found the sign, I started off, holding my lizard against my chest, the warm weight of his saggy diaper drooping against his tail base. Thankfully, few stares accompanied us, and though Sol thought it was for his padding, I was more certain it was because of the fact he was a Salandit they've probably yet to see in the flesh, er, scales.
Ever wonder where a lot of the food in Pokemon comes from? Yeah, me neither...
Chapter 6 Soil (Or, Probably Why You Don't Ask About Food)
It was...weird eating with so many people at the table. Me and Sol usually just ate together and enjoyed each others company. While I had the bonus of not having to force conversation at this point, it was still unusual to me. I guess that's the anti-socialness with people I still have in me somewhere. Having Sol near me, though, kind of made me...a little braver. After all, I wouldn't be sitting here if not for him.
It was kind of fun, watching Wily being the chop expert for Monte with his meat. Jean was more traditional, eating some kind of fish dish in a rice bowl. Not a fish fan personally. He did note to Rattler, though, to not stick a rather large Bouffalant Teriyaki stick down his long throat for one gulp. Talk about a meal in five seconds. As for me, I just had a large fillet of Tauros meat with a double order of fries on the side, black pepper and ketchup to follow. Boring, I know, but I didn't want to push it company.
To my other side, Sol was enjoying his own meal, apparently called the 'Snorlax King'. From the picture and description, it was like some kind of really thick soup made with chunks of meat, with various peppers in it and two large bread sticks soaking in it. There was also a blob or two of yellow, Chansey eggs I guess, to give it some nutritional value, and maybe to help with the heat in the dish.
It looked rather...hefty from the picture, and more so now that I was looking at it. I knew him eating it would probably have bad repercussions for me...but they were going to happen anyway and he wanted to try it. A little weird, submitting to him like an exhausted parent listening to their kid screaming about a toy. Granted, Sol didn't scream at me, but the similarity stuck. In the end, though, I guess I can't help but spoil him.
Seemed like he was enjoying it too, using a spoon (ha, I taught him to use those) to take big bites. On occasion he'd let out a pleasant sigh, opening his mouth to let some steam drift from it. He dug into his meal without even waiting for it to cool, though he wasn't wolfing it down like he would have years ago.
Oh well, I'll deal with the backlash if it makes him happy. As I started cutting up my meat with a knife, unlike Wily with his claws---hopefully he washed them---I had a momentary thought to what it was I was eating.
Truth is, I probably wasn't eating Tauros at all, and they didn't have Snorlax or Buffalant meat either. It was just like a parody or homage, an interesting name to get people to eat. Though, admittedly, some people could take it literally, which is why the words 'only Pokemon byproducts are included in every item' is printed on the bottom of the menu.
Believe me, the first time I heard that there WERE people outside our city that actually ate Pokemon, I was horrified. I was young then, and was in such a state I didn't even leave the house, fearing that some of the Pokemon I saw walking in the streets had distant relatives who ended up as human chow.
Eventually, though, I slowly accepted it. In the wild, Pokemon fight and eat each other. It was just nature. Of course, that didn't mean me, or other people here, were going to start consuming Pokemon by the plate-full. Reason being, is because it's not really necessary. Cows, pigs, chickens, and all the rest were just fine with us.
I guess that kind of thing surprises mainlanders, because they never really think about it these days. I suppose having an outside perspective, thanks to Berryton's traditions and values, indentured me to some uncommon knowledge.
You see, Pokemon dominate the world. I'm not sure if it's slightly below humans or slightly above, but they are everywhere. In the wild, many can be dangerous. Humans have the safety of walls, technology, and Pokemon Rangers.
But what about wild animals? From small cats to horses? Well, the fact is, they couldn't compare to Pokemon. While I guess some animals have a little intelligence, it pales in comparison to Pokemon, and there was no contest in nearly every circumstance that the powers of a Pokemon exceed the common animal. In the wild, the predator and prey paradigm absolutely favored Pokemon. Normal animals would always be the prey, always below them on the bottom of the food chain. The reason you don't seem many natural animals around these days is because of that.
Thankfully, they're not extinct. Or, at least the ones I know about aren't. Like some protected Pokemon species, such as the Farfetch'd and Slowpokes, natural animals were also subjected to such treatment. Secure facilities and zones, heavily protected by preservationists, and even the Rangers if I recall, keep natural animals behind walls, away from predatory Pokemon that would find them easy prey.
These places are doted all over the world, and have been going strong since before I was born. They locate, secure, and take care of animals, raise them, and make sure their numbers steadily rise every year. Of course, land-creatures are the majority, though efforts for sky and sea creatures are still ongoing.
Some animals, like cats and dogs, are able to be adopted by interested parties. Others, like pigs and chickens, are supplied to towns and cities in exchange for monetary support. They, in turn, can be raised there, till the inevitable...well, you know.
I guess they never really get much publicity anymore, since Pokemon keep getting more and more prominent in the world. Maybe that's a good thing, I don't know. But at least us in Berryton, who do support the preservations and get wild stock from them, appreciate them for their efforts. Having a little guy of my own now, I can honestly say I'm glad they do what they do. I don't know what I would do if I was left to just eating something that he was in similar category to.
Actually, spare thought, I remembered reading on something when I was younger about the topic. Apparently, when one of the preservations suffered a big decline in it's numbers (I can't recall the reason), someone actually proposed a radical concept to try out. It was controversial at first, given the nature of the concept, but eventually it got the green light.
Cloning.
Cloning animals for food-use turned out to be a step in a helpful direction. While the process took time, it eventually merited accepted results. While the clones lacked a 'certain something' that activists claimed was missing, investors of the proposal saw it as a successful test batch. Sure, maybe the products of the wild stock wasn't as best compared to the real thing, things were in the early stages, so improvement was possible.
Actually, the scientist...what was his name...Dr. Fuji, that's it, was quite the dedicate to the pursuit of cloning, that he proposed even using the process on Pokemon. He initially said this was for moral and practical applications, like cloning endangered Pokemon species, though people were wary of how things would turn out.
Still, he eventually DID create Pokemon clones, who were nearly identical to normal ones in every way, aside from some weird marks as part of the process. But, unlike natural animals, that 'certain something' that was missing was far more apparent. None of the clones gained consciousness. I guess to Dr. Fuji, it was a question that was less on the physical aspect of creating beings...and more on something mental, or emotional.
Huh, whatever happened to that guy? Been so long since school. Didn't he get booted out of his profession for trying to get funding to clone humans? Yeah, people are still a little unsure of cloned Pokemon...cloned humans though, that's a no no. Thats way too close to home for people to accept. Still, think he had a wife and daughter to support, hopefully he found something else to do, it's sad when talented people lose their way...
I start working more on my could-be-Tauros-clone-or-something-else steak and fries at a steady pace, judging how everyone else had gone along with their meals. Beside me, I noticed Sol was already finished before everyone else was, which I wasn't too surprised by. He always seemed to finish before I did, even though I myself was a fast eater. I guess it comes from his 'wild time' as Monte had brought up. I watched as my lizard finished tipping the bowl's remnant bits into his mouth, letting the warm container of food shake a bit on the table when he let go of it.
"Saaaaallll," he breathed, sinking down into his padded seat, placing his clawed hands on his slightly bulging stomach. He closed his eyes and murmured happily as bits of steam came out his snout. I guess he liked it heh.
I let him enjoy the lingering taste of spices and meat chunks still in his mouth as I finished up my own meal, thin slices of meat with sauce, and stuffing more than one ketchup-ed fry in my mouth. Maybe I got my quick eating from him...or maybe it was the reverse, given my solitary-ness back in school.
"Whoa, jeez, Purp, your little guy's done already?!" Monte commented, surprised, or alarmed. Beside him, Wily had a strip of charred meat dangling from his mouth, apparently stunned someone nearly more than half his size had such an appetite. Sol opened one slitted eye, gave a slight grin, then closed it again. He was satisfied at the disbelief, but was reveling in a fullness of good food and didn't want to exert himself.
"He's a...quick eater," I admitted, shrugging.
"Certainly savored it, given the faces he was making," Jean commented, brow raised. Oh really? Guess I missed that in my thoughts, dang. "Rattler, don't," he added calmly as he noticed Rattler, not wanting to be upstaged I guess, tried to down his meal in one go again.
The meal continued on for a further few minutes as the others caught up. With Sol on the sidelines licking meaty bits and peppers in his mouth, I was a spectator to the other four. Nothing really notable happened, as they each talked to each other, Pokemon included, but it was something I just wasn't use to.
Back in school, before Sol, I always use to sit alone at lunch, or eat in the library while I tried to get my homework done earlier. I didn't really connect with people, so being in the group situation I was now was unusual to me. But, for what it's worth, this venture wasn't so bad. Rattler and Wily were pretty cool, and Monte and Jean each seemed to be working toward dreams of their own. I didn't so much consider them best friends, like I was, and more, with Sol...but I do wish them well. Is that how friendship is with other humans?
I'm glad they didn't ask me about my own plans for the future. I wouldn't know what to say...
I grimaced when I heard an inevitable noise beside me that I had been expecting at some point. The others had finished their meal and were in the process of either taking out Poke' to pay or check their Pokemon's diaper, when Sol stirred beside me. I closed my eyes at first, a little reluctant to deal with the repercussions this early, but looked over anyway.
Sol was working on standing up in his seat, holding his stomach. He didn't look in pain, of course, but he wasn't about to do what he was going do sitting down. He braced his hands against the rim of the table, gritted his teeth, and started grunting. I saw him stick out his padded rear and lift his tail, precursor to the obvious. But he didn't start grunting as much as usual, whatever was happening was something he barely managed to respond to.
While the thick padding in the back muffled 'emission' sounds, especially in public areas with lots of other noises, I knew what he was doing. So did the others. Even before he lifted his tail a little more, a good portion of his meal was starting to push it's way into his diaper. I continued to grimace, realizing the 'stewy' portions of his meal had caused a lot of the stuff to basically 'go right through him'. That was more confirmed when I heard the hissing noise of him letting a torrent out in the front of his padding, it already starting to turn darker there.
I didn't notice any further changes though until he began grunting more audibly, apparently there was more that needed a little 'help' to get out. That was when I saw his diaper start to bulge under his tail, cackling under the added weight. He kept at it for a minute or so, as if assuring himself that what had desired to leave his body was truly done, before sighing out in relief, staying in the position he was with quite a lump in the back of his diaper, and a wet poofyness to it's front.
Seeing he was done, I decided to jump the gun on the comfort and patted him lightly on the back, then running my hand up and down it. He trickled out a bit more in the front, and a slight bulge or two in the back when I did that, though I didn't intend that. He stayed in the position he was in, aware that if he sat down, that big bump in his padding would smush against his rump.
"Heh, that was fast," I whispered to him. He still had his eyes closed, but turned his head my direction, and grinned with a visible blush. Apparently he, too, had expected this kind of outcome and, like me, accepted the terms of having the meal in the first place.
"Whoa ho ho, little buddy. In, then out huh?" Monte remarked, clearly aware of what Sol had just done. Beside him, Wily was looking down at his own diaper, sighing with relief that it seemed he hadn't done anything else yet.
"It's what happens when you go for excessively spicy food," Jean commented, checking Rattler's diaper, the snake having uncoiled his lower half to stretch to him, doing a kind of limbo under the table.
The Seviper's head was currently as low as my waist, and he had a clear shot of Sol's padded backside. He seemed to chuckle at first, till the snake felt his own padding waistband being pulled on. Apparently he forgot his own diaper and was worried about what he might have done.
"Props though," Monte admitted, when he and I both noticed Sol had opened his eyes finally and was looking at everyone. "Little guy like you handling all that stuff? Nice. Was it good?"
Sol grinned with a lighter blush and gave a firm nod to Monte on that. On the other side of me, I saw Rattler return to his former sitting height as he coiled back up. Probably didn't have the same condition as Sol's if he was wrapping up again.
Before talking started again, we got our receipts, the waitress commenting that the special Sol selected was both filling and healthy, and apparently his full diaper was a testament to that. Not sure the rest of us agreed, and we didn't aim to when we paid.
"I guess I should take care of you before we leave huh?" I asked Sol, who quickly nodded at me that that was his preference. Then he straightened up a little more, remembering where we were. I gave him a roundabout nod. "Yeah, would have to do it here."
"Oh, you going to a Poof Place Purp?" Monte asked, thinking on something himself.
"Uh, no, just going to do it here," I replied, already adjusting my bag and looking to see where the restrooms were.
"Hmm, Wily doesn't need a change," Monte remarked, leaning over to look at Jean. He waited a few seconds longer before the pale boy got what he was getting at.
"Neither does Rattler right now, so we don't need to go to one," Jean told him, a little annoyed to remark on the condition of his Seviper's diaper. Rattler was too, considering the dark stare he was giving Monte.
"So, Purp, we'll just wait outside for ya alright?" Monte said to me as I picked Sol up, being extra careful that the sag of his diaper didn't get smushed. Eeesh, there was quite a load in there...maybe even more than this morning.
"What? You guys don't have to do that. I think it's starting to get late and---" I started, unsure if I wanted to experience this much group time all at once.
"Nah, it's fine. Me and Wily can get a jog in after eating," Monte remarked, flinging a hand like it was no big deal.
"I suppose I could wait a few minutes," Jean added, shrugging. Rattler got out of his seat for my convenience, coiling up beside Jean's as I scooched out.
"Um, well, if you guys want to do that I suppose," I ended up saying, getting away from the table and looking for the restrooms. When I found the sign, I started off, holding my lizard against my chest, the warm weight of his saggy diaper drooping against his tail base. Thankfully, few stares accompanied us, and though Sol thought it was for his padding, I was more certain it was because of the fact he was a Salandit they've probably yet to see in the flesh, er, scales.
Category Story / All
Species Pokemon
Gender Any
Size 273 x 184px
The bane of eating something way too filling for a small body
Well given that there are a lot everywhere, that kind of discretion is a helpful feature.
Well given that there are a lot everywhere, that kind of discretion is a helpful feature.
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