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Chapter 2 Among the Padded
We entered a small, sterile looking room with a large table in the middle, a set of three cushioned chairs on the opposite wall, and another hallway in the far corner.
Sitting in the chairs, were three different padded Pokemon. The first, seeming to be trying very hard not to nod off, was a Drowzee. The second was a fidgety-looking Archen, who was tapping the ends of it's wings together in some kind of anticipation. The last was a Pansage, who was happily swinging his legs, crinkling up the diaper it wore, watching as Jemma and Norman came around to there side.
"This will be the group assisting for the first phase of the Salandit species Poke-Poof product fitting," Jemma announced, directing to the three Pokemon in the chairs, who snored, flapped, and clapped respectively. I waved and commented to each of them.
So, this was the start of it. I admit, I was surprised to get a message from Wyatt that Poke-Poofs were offering to conduct a custom-diaper fitting for my Salandit. Technically it was voluntary, but I had the only one in the city; plus, it was in both our interests to have a diaper that was structured to a Salandit's form and eccentrices. Apparently, a Fire-Poison diaper had never been made before, so it was highly desired for one to be made...
So far, I'd think I had gotten lucky with him on the current ones, mostly with his relation to them. I suppose since he was weak and unable to do more than Scratch me, he had gotten use to wearing and using diapers. Otherwise, he might have constantly ripped them off. Still, trying to explain to him that this would provide a 'better' diaper for him was difficult. I don't know if it was just the whole thing he was concerned about, or the concept of 'better things' was still foreign to him, but with a little encouraging, I managed to get him to come along.
Wyatt had waited for a reason, I guessed, for me and the Salandit to get use to each other for awhile before doing the whole custom-fitting process. I hope that meant he was prepared to adapt the whole process for this particular Pokemon. I hope 'I' was prepared...
"Umm, are these all Ditto?" I asked, remembering the first phase from the tour. I was almost sure I was wrong, not because the three Pokemon had no 'Ditto-face', but because they each had different type-style diapers on. Ditto didn't need diapers in general, I'm sure, but they were usually normal types right? So if they wanted to wear one would they---I'm thinking too much...
"No," Jemma informed, looking to them. "This group is for the preparation phase, while the Ditto are in the next."
"Oh...preparation phase?" I asked, wondering what this one was. The Drowzee was out of it by now, and the Archen seemed to be trying to poke the Pansage, who was fending the flightless bird off with a vine.
"Yes...now, where IS he...?" Jemma mumbled, looking to the hall in the corner.
"Who?"
Wrr, wrr, wrr.
Norman's body straightened more, and he swished his body to the hall as we all heard the sound of whipping wind slowly growing closer. I felt suffling in my pack and decided to back up, just in case whatever was coming would alert the Salandit more than it's noise.
Soon, a weird device came through. It looked like a screen with four orbs at it's corners, with what looked to be fans spinning in them. After a moment, I realized it was some kind of drone, which I had seen in movies was some kind of military scout machine. Weird, did big businesses like this have access to drones?
Then again, now that I think about it, maybe there were some injured military-ish Pokemon that wore diapers too...
"Hello! Unique guest!"
I knew that voice!
The screen on the drone flicked to reveal the face of a Rotom. Could it be...?
Jemma sighed, shaking her head as the drone whirred between everyone. "Number 16 requested to be involved. Apparently 'someone' has a habit of monitoring outgoing messages," she said, her and Norman narrowing eyes at the back of the drone.
"Oh, you ARE the same one," I exclaimed. That's right, Number 16, this Rotom, was the one who gave me the tour way back.
"I knew it!" Rotom exclaimed happily, circling around me. "I knew you would be back...! Er...what's your name? Oh, right, you're Purple!"
I grimaced a little, but shrugged it off. I can't escape the obviousness that is my hair. Then again, I DID have a Poison Pokemon. I guess it fit more than I thought...would probably be a nickname before too long...
"Oh! Oh! And you came with a Pokemon too right!? Where is'em?" Rotom asked, buzzing around me like some kind of giant insect. Normal insect...not a...insect Pokemon...
"Oh, he's..." I drifted off, gesturing with a tilt of my head. Rotom (or is it Drotom?) circled my pack till he found the open slit my Salandit was peering through, upon being spotted, his crescent eyes narrowed at the Rotom's focus on him.
"Ooooh! There he is! Welcome to Poke-Poofs!" Rotom exclaimed, descending and ascending rapidly like was jumping for joy in the air. There was no response aside from a shift in the bag. "Oh! How adorable! He's shy isn't he? Oh, such a little guy, isn't he just a little timid liz---Whoa!"
Rotom had been hovering closer to the bag as he spoke, and when I felt noticeable movement at my back, I instinctively leaned AWAY from Rotom. Apparently my instincts have gotten a little sharper, especially when it came to my Salandit. Good thing too, because when Rotom got close, he pushed open the pack with his head and bite-snapped at the drone. But, thanks to a combination of Rotom's alertness, and more importantly my lean-from, he bit down on air. Didn't let that stop him from staring at Rotom with a 'that could have been YOU punk' look on his face. Apparently being called 'shy', 'little', and 'timid' were trigger words.
I heard the preparation group stiffen up, aside from the Drowzee who just snapped awake, but I swear I heard Norman laugh. I guess he had given the look Jemma was giving him.
"Well...he's...a quick one...ain't he?" Rotom commented after a moment of silence had passed. I thankfully felt my Salandit settle a little, gripping the rim of the pack, his upper body clear to see now.
"Very amusing," Jemma commented, getting everyone's attention. "Sixteen, you've been ALLOWED to sit in on this fitting. Which means, if you under perform, we will replace you with a qualified professional."
"Oh, come on! I'm professional!" Rotom complained. My Salandit gave a narrow, skeptical look. I...couldn't blame him. Sixteen was a little...klutzy. Still, it was nice to have someone not so strict in the room. Speaking of which...
"Norman will stay here to review your progress," Jemma continued, walking around the table to the doorway we had come through.
I blinked, watching her. "Uh, you're leaving?"
"Yes," Jemma said simply, placing a hand on the door. "I was informed that the subject, and yourself, may be more comfortable with the presence of Pokemon rather than humans. In addition, I have other matters to attend to."
She then looked back to the Rotom one last time. "Just follow the procedure, get him prepared for the Ditto, and proceed to the observation room..."
"I've read the document," Rotom confirmed with a electric sigh. After a moment to look over the room, Jemma left us, with Norman slowly walking over to take place beside the door like some kind of guard. "...well, I skimmed it," Rotom added, almost as if he was waiting for Jemma to leave the outside hall, before zipping to the center of the table.
"Alright everyone, let's get padding, or, unpadding as the case may be!" Rotom announced. The three Pokemon at the chairs hopped off (the Pansage having to nudge the Drowzee awake) and started getting on the table as Rotom came over to me. "Ok kiddo! Just place the lit---er---guy on the table and we'll get started."
"Umm, ok?" I asked, mostly backward at the Salandit. He dropped the loathing look he had on Rotom to give me a quizzical one. Then he glanced over at the other three Pokemon, then at Norman by the door. I grimaced a little. This was teetering on crowd amounts, and I could tell he was trying not to show he was nervous.
"Uhh, could you give me a moment?" I asked Rotom.
"Uh, sure."
I went to the nearest corner, turning so that he was closest to it. "Hey, you ok buddy?"
He looked down into the pack, his claws tapping against the zip rails. Yeah, he was nervous coming here to begin with, not expecting to be in a room full of other Pokemon. I had thought it would just be a person or two and a Ditto, so I could understand a little. Not sure if more humans would be better or worse than more Pokemon for him...
I also knew he was probably looking at the diaper he was wearing, hidden in the bag. It would be the first time he would be out and about with it seen outside of home. He had gotten so use to it there, that it didn't worry him as much. But publicly? Yeah, he didn't want it to be admitted, but I guess he still hadn't gotten over a fear of judgment or humiliation that came from his wild times. After all, 'what self-respecting 'wild Pokemon' wore a diaper'? That was probably his trail of thought. Would these other Pokemon judge him like that? And he wouldn't admit to it hurting, because of pride and all...
"Hey, look," I started, getting his attention again. "They seem like a nice bunch. I know Rotom a little at least. A little klutzy, but he's nice. I don't know the rest of them, but hey, they're wearing diapers too, just like you are," I told him, watching him dart his eyes at every padded bottom in the room.
"Being in diapers means you're on the same level right? Nothing's wrong with you wearing one, and I got you changed and fresh before we came, so you don't have that to worry about right? What do you say we get through this and get you some that are just right for you huh? You don't have to worry, I'm here too ok?"
His eyes darted about, from me, to them, to his diaper, mouth flexing at different response attempts. Eventually, he closed his eyes, gave a sigh, and then looked me right in the eye. "...dit," he said with firmness.
"Thata boy," I told him, patting his head. His face deadpanned at the touch, as if he didn't WANT to be praised for such a decision...but I did it anyway, and he accepted it anyway.
I came over to the table and placed my bag on it, the Salandit getting out of it with my help, his white and purple diaper crinkling as he did so. Soon enough he was out, sitting opposite the other three Pokemon, claws clicking on the table as he watched them with a rather adamant expression. I kept a hand against the side of his tail, reminding him I was there even if he was looking elsewhere.
"Ah, there we go!" Rotom announced when we seemed finished. "Now, ahem, welcome to the Poke-Poofs Custom-Species Fitting Procedure!"
I glanced down to the floor out of habit for the announcement of something, quickly reassured that none of the floor was of the conveyor quality. After I noted that, I saw the Drowzee on the opposite side of the table flexing it's fingers and looking lazily in our direction. I'm not sure if he was doing anything in particular, or he was just trying to stay awake with body movement.
"As explained on the Poke-Poofs tour, our Ditto team will help shape and mold a custom-diaper for your Pokemon's species, a treat indeed for both your Pokemon and others of the same who will come in the future!" Rotom continued in a speechy way. "After the fitting, your Pokemon's contribution will have the species-fit diaper entered into the Poke-Poofs registry! But, before we get to the more thorough phase, for the benefit of our Ditto team, we will assure that said-Pokemon is drained of any 'unpleasantness'..."
I rose a brow at that, and then rose it even more when I felt, and saw, that my Salandit was swaying slightly. That was peculiar, he was so rigid at the start of this...but why was he moving like he was on a boat?
"Hey, buddy, you ok?" I asked, leaning over to look at his face. His eyes seemed glossed over.
That wasn't right!
"Not to worry!" Rotom announced, the drone zipping up in front of me, nearly bonking me in the forehead. I had to lean back from my possibly hurt Salandit, and was about to push Rotom away until he explained.
"He's fine Purple!" Rotom told me quickly. "Drowzee here is simply using a little Hypnosis to make him a little more manageable!"
"I wasn't told that would happen," I said defensively. Hypnosis...wouldn't hurt him, but I still didn't like not being told these things.
"Uh, I'm telling you now."
"That's not---!"
"It's just a precaution," Rotom continued, circling around in front of my swaying lizard, letting me check him over to make sure Hypnosis was ALL that was going on. "Drowzee's quite a pro at the Move by now, so he can usually do it without others knowing."
"I don't know how I feel about this," I told Rotom with obvious disapproval. He didn't seem hurt, the was the critical thing. He didn't seem...agitated or annoyed, but in some kind of daze.
"Sorry," Rotom admitted, hovering near me. "We figured it was best to sedate him a little in case he didn't like this next part."
"And what is THAT?" I asked, standing up and folding my arms. I admit, sometimes a little Hypnosis may have come in handy with him, but it seemed like a betrayal of trust if I did something like that.
"Well," Rotom started, moving away from the table, toward the entry door, taking my focus away from the table. "For the benefit of the Ditto, we have to make sure that a Pokemon used to diapers has already...well...'gone' before we move on."
"Gone? You...oh."
"Yes, that," Rotom said, rotating to me. "See, for an accurate fitting, a Pokemon would need to be UN-diapered. And, it would be TERRIBLY inconvenient for a Pokemon to well...do such a thing as...THAT...when we're..."
"Oh," I replied, suddenly getting the picture in clear. To the side, I saw Norman raise a paw to his mouth, as if the reminder of such a thing made him nauseous. Oh, so that's how it's done. Oh wow, no wonder that's 'thorough'...and yeah, I totally get that. If such a thing as THAT happened...yeah, that's...that's gross.
"It's nice that you changed him before coming here, but we'd rather make sure just in case," Rotom continued.
"Sa...sa sa sa...sasasasa!"
It was at that moment I heard weird laughter behind me. Looking back, I started, seeing quite a sight was going on behind me. Or rather, one that Rotom may have intentionally turned me away from.
My Salandit was now in the middle of the table, on his back, his limbs and tail wrapped by vines that had come from the Pansage. In my stunned state, I managed to notice that the vines weren't tight, restricting movement, but not outright stopping it. The monkey Pokemon seemed to just be making sure the lizard didn't whack anybody else or fall off the table.
Drowzee was still nearby, seeming to be making some other kind of motion with his hands, but it was the Archen that was doing the most work. The flightless bird Pokemon was moving his feathered wings all over the Salandit, focusing on different spots that provoked the greatest of responses. Stunned as I was, I eventually realized Archen wasn't hurting him at all...he was TICKLING him?
I watched this bizarre sight, of my restrained Salandit being tickled mercilessly, unsure exactly what was going on. My Salandit himself was wavering about and laughing out at this treatment, but didn't seem to be getting mad...at least for the moment.
"W-what are you---?" I said outloud, glancing to Rotom. Apparently he knew everything so...
"Oh don't worry, they're professionals," Rotom explained. Seeing me staring at him more, though, seemed to get the point through that that wasn't cutting it. "Oh, well, the team is simply making sure your Pokemon is, erm, 'empty'."
"W-well...he IS," I said, planning ways to intervene in this tickle torture. "He had a dirty diaper this morning, but got him changed before we---"
The room went silent as a familiar sound filled the room. It was like water from a shower spout splashing downward onto a moist towel. Archen and Drowzee stopped what they were doing, though the Pansage still held my Salandit's now unmoving limbs. By now, it seemed, Drowzee's Hypnosis had worn off, whether it was by the tickling or the end result, and my Salandit was seemingly coming to. But when he did, he stared with peak-opened crescent eyes down at himself, the most aware of what it was we were hearing...
...the sound of a diaper wetting.
It seemed everyone was watching as the front of the lizard's diaper began to darken, the blemish spreading quite noticeably as the sound continued on. We all seemed transfixed, me by the surprise that tickling would cause the Salandit to wet himself, the other Pokemon silently watching the event as if this was part of the process, and my Salandit in what seemed to be horror at his body betraying him.
Eventually the sound tapered off, the diaper taking on a slight sag against my lizard's tail, leaving the room silent again. Slowly, Pansage took his vines away from my Salandit, who had settled in a position of raising his upper body, though he made no new movements after the grass monkey had removed his restraints.
Maybe I should have stopped this sooner. My Salandit was practically mortified at what had just happened. Appearing to others with his diaper on was one thing...but now he had WET HIMSELF in front of them!
Oh jeez, what he must be feeling right now. His mouth trembled a bit, as if he was cautiously fighting back embarrassment from showing. He feared to move less he feel more of his accident against himself...yet just feeling the warmth of it was enough to remind him of what had just happened. I was so glad he didn't look at me, instead focusing on his diaper. If he had, I would have broken down myself. I felt like I had just betrayed him...lured him here thinking it was something simple...and now, he must be so ashamed...what could I do to...?
"Archen!"
"Pan pan!"
"Droooooowwwz."
I flinched, realizing the other Pokemon were making a move before me. And boy, was it surprising, as it was to my Salandit, despite his otherwise lack of motion.
Drowzee had come up behind my Salandit and wrapped his arms around his neck and moved close to the back of his head in what seemed to be some kind of awkward hug. The Archen had started patting his shoulder and his bald head almost affectionately, and the Pansage was clapping his hands and talking up a storm as if...giving praise?
I was surprised by this sheer production of...approval? And for wetting one's diaper too? I mean, sure, I wouldn't make my Salandit feel BAD about it, but these days, he'd get ticked about me praising him for such a thing.
It seemed my Salandit was just as surprised, or rather, it seemed like he was broken response-wise. One moment, he was mortified at wetting himself in the presence of others, the next, they were embracing and praising him for doing the act. Its like the whiplash of feelings had short circuited him as much as Rotom would in water....I imagine.
Watching now, though, the ordeal seemingly over, I suddenly realized...maybe this was good progress? I couldn't control the opinions or judgements of others, I knew that full well. And it was that realization that made me extra cautious when it came to my Salandit. Sure, he was a wild card, literally, and got aggressive, but inside, I've seen, there was more. He seemed...a little less reserved to show bits of it to me, which encouraged me. And now, I was seeing a bit of it...more publicly.
He had done something that, as seen on his face, horrified him. Forced or not, maybe he was unaware, he may have been awaiting laughter or mockery for the 'wild who wet his diaper' from the others. But instead, they did quite the opposite, being positive and gentle about it.
As much as I may have wanted to stop this at the start...now...I think it was something that needed to happen. There he was, literally in the middle of a bunch of diapered Pokemon, shocked, stunned, and soggy. These were things he had feared, and short circuited as he was right now, the results spoke for themselves. He was among a crowd that...accepted him, like I had.
My tension softened till I felt the numbness in my hands leave. My Salandit was breathing steadily under the displays of the other Pokemon, irises darting to each of them with an expression that said 'is this for REAL?'. Clearly he was not expecting this, and was not sure how to respond, allowing things to happen for the moment.
"Aww, isn't that precioussssssssss...whoops, bug! Got it!" Rotom commented, causing me to smile a little without looking at him. I wanted to focus on watching my Salandit in this position, hoping this was doing him the good I imagined it would.
"Wat," Norman scoffed near us. Seems he wasn't approving of smultzy displays of affection. Sounded about right.
"Well, seems good for us that all he needed to do was wet," Rotom commented, raising a foot or two. "Guess that's lucky! And as you see, our preparation team is not only well trained, but quite sensitive to the needs of our clients!"
"Y-yeah, I see," I replied. "Though...should warn about the vine whips."
It was about at this moment that it seemed my Salandit's initial response to this unnatural treatment finally reached his brain. It was kind of a Slowpoke moment, for which I am grateful, for I'm sure now that this experience WAS beneficial to him...despite what he did next.
"S...ssss....ss....d...dit!"
Gritting his teeth, looking between the patting, hugging and praising, unnatural things from strangers, he started lashing out. He kicked his legs and waved his tail, causing his soggy diaper to crinkle and shift, reminding him of the accident he had made in their presence. That spurred him on, flailing his arms, falling onto his back fully as Drowzee let go. Pansage watched wide-eyed half-way through a clap as Archen backed up, my Salandit kicking and flailing about to flip himself over. Once he had, diaper sagging between his legs, his tail ignited, and he started swinging it, blowing out small balls of Ember.
The three preparation Pokemon ducked under the table, with Norman doing the same. Rotom, instead, rose to the ceiling, clearly unaware that heat rises, but maybe he was trying to get out of the lizard's fire bursts. As for me, I hid behind my backpack at first, intending to join everyone else under the table if need be.
But, to my initial surprise, his outburst was brief, and when the noise calmed, I peeked from the side of my pack to see him settled. He was in the middle of the table on all fours, tail extinguished, diaper sagging, breathing deep but steady, with an expression on his face that read 'enough of THAT!'.
Our eyes met, and for a moment, I was worried he would get mad again...but after a little focus, I saw the tightness in his hands and feet relax, and he looked away, as if his tirade was actually more embarrassing than the wet diaper.
I doubted that, but then again, looking around the room, I realized that maybe he was putting on some airs. There was barely any damage to the walls at all where his Ember had hit, just a slight crosshatch that indicated some slight impact. Not just that, but those markings, along with my still alive backpack, made me realize that it seemed he WASN'T actually aiming at anyone. In fact, from where I remember everyone being, he went out of his way to MISS everybody. That was quite well thought out for somebody who was 'mad' at the people who tried to make him feel better for soaking his diaper...
Rotom slowly descended beside me, catching my notice, eyes deadpan at seeing the end of my Salandit's tantrum.
"About the whips...that's why," he told me. "Yours is a little...special."
"Yeah, I know..." I replied.
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Chapter 2 Among the Padded
We entered a small, sterile looking room with a large table in the middle, a set of three cushioned chairs on the opposite wall, and another hallway in the far corner.
Sitting in the chairs, were three different padded Pokemon. The first, seeming to be trying very hard not to nod off, was a Drowzee. The second was a fidgety-looking Archen, who was tapping the ends of it's wings together in some kind of anticipation. The last was a Pansage, who was happily swinging his legs, crinkling up the diaper it wore, watching as Jemma and Norman came around to there side.
"This will be the group assisting for the first phase of the Salandit species Poke-Poof product fitting," Jemma announced, directing to the three Pokemon in the chairs, who snored, flapped, and clapped respectively. I waved and commented to each of them.
So, this was the start of it. I admit, I was surprised to get a message from Wyatt that Poke-Poofs were offering to conduct a custom-diaper fitting for my Salandit. Technically it was voluntary, but I had the only one in the city; plus, it was in both our interests to have a diaper that was structured to a Salandit's form and eccentrices. Apparently, a Fire-Poison diaper had never been made before, so it was highly desired for one to be made...
So far, I'd think I had gotten lucky with him on the current ones, mostly with his relation to them. I suppose since he was weak and unable to do more than Scratch me, he had gotten use to wearing and using diapers. Otherwise, he might have constantly ripped them off. Still, trying to explain to him that this would provide a 'better' diaper for him was difficult. I don't know if it was just the whole thing he was concerned about, or the concept of 'better things' was still foreign to him, but with a little encouraging, I managed to get him to come along.
Wyatt had waited for a reason, I guessed, for me and the Salandit to get use to each other for awhile before doing the whole custom-fitting process. I hope that meant he was prepared to adapt the whole process for this particular Pokemon. I hope 'I' was prepared...
"Umm, are these all Ditto?" I asked, remembering the first phase from the tour. I was almost sure I was wrong, not because the three Pokemon had no 'Ditto-face', but because they each had different type-style diapers on. Ditto didn't need diapers in general, I'm sure, but they were usually normal types right? So if they wanted to wear one would they---I'm thinking too much...
"No," Jemma informed, looking to them. "This group is for the preparation phase, while the Ditto are in the next."
"Oh...preparation phase?" I asked, wondering what this one was. The Drowzee was out of it by now, and the Archen seemed to be trying to poke the Pansage, who was fending the flightless bird off with a vine.
"Yes...now, where IS he...?" Jemma mumbled, looking to the hall in the corner.
"Who?"
Wrr, wrr, wrr.
Norman's body straightened more, and he swished his body to the hall as we all heard the sound of whipping wind slowly growing closer. I felt suffling in my pack and decided to back up, just in case whatever was coming would alert the Salandit more than it's noise.
Soon, a weird device came through. It looked like a screen with four orbs at it's corners, with what looked to be fans spinning in them. After a moment, I realized it was some kind of drone, which I had seen in movies was some kind of military scout machine. Weird, did big businesses like this have access to drones?
Then again, now that I think about it, maybe there were some injured military-ish Pokemon that wore diapers too...
"Hello! Unique guest!"
I knew that voice!
The screen on the drone flicked to reveal the face of a Rotom. Could it be...?
Jemma sighed, shaking her head as the drone whirred between everyone. "Number 16 requested to be involved. Apparently 'someone' has a habit of monitoring outgoing messages," she said, her and Norman narrowing eyes at the back of the drone.
"Oh, you ARE the same one," I exclaimed. That's right, Number 16, this Rotom, was the one who gave me the tour way back.
"I knew it!" Rotom exclaimed happily, circling around me. "I knew you would be back...! Er...what's your name? Oh, right, you're Purple!"
I grimaced a little, but shrugged it off. I can't escape the obviousness that is my hair. Then again, I DID have a Poison Pokemon. I guess it fit more than I thought...would probably be a nickname before too long...
"Oh! Oh! And you came with a Pokemon too right!? Where is'em?" Rotom asked, buzzing around me like some kind of giant insect. Normal insect...not a...insect Pokemon...
"Oh, he's..." I drifted off, gesturing with a tilt of my head. Rotom (or is it Drotom?) circled my pack till he found the open slit my Salandit was peering through, upon being spotted, his crescent eyes narrowed at the Rotom's focus on him.
"Ooooh! There he is! Welcome to Poke-Poofs!" Rotom exclaimed, descending and ascending rapidly like was jumping for joy in the air. There was no response aside from a shift in the bag. "Oh! How adorable! He's shy isn't he? Oh, such a little guy, isn't he just a little timid liz---Whoa!"
Rotom had been hovering closer to the bag as he spoke, and when I felt noticeable movement at my back, I instinctively leaned AWAY from Rotom. Apparently my instincts have gotten a little sharper, especially when it came to my Salandit. Good thing too, because when Rotom got close, he pushed open the pack with his head and bite-snapped at the drone. But, thanks to a combination of Rotom's alertness, and more importantly my lean-from, he bit down on air. Didn't let that stop him from staring at Rotom with a 'that could have been YOU punk' look on his face. Apparently being called 'shy', 'little', and 'timid' were trigger words.
I heard the preparation group stiffen up, aside from the Drowzee who just snapped awake, but I swear I heard Norman laugh. I guess he had given the look Jemma was giving him.
"Well...he's...a quick one...ain't he?" Rotom commented after a moment of silence had passed. I thankfully felt my Salandit settle a little, gripping the rim of the pack, his upper body clear to see now.
"Very amusing," Jemma commented, getting everyone's attention. "Sixteen, you've been ALLOWED to sit in on this fitting. Which means, if you under perform, we will replace you with a qualified professional."
"Oh, come on! I'm professional!" Rotom complained. My Salandit gave a narrow, skeptical look. I...couldn't blame him. Sixteen was a little...klutzy. Still, it was nice to have someone not so strict in the room. Speaking of which...
"Norman will stay here to review your progress," Jemma continued, walking around the table to the doorway we had come through.
I blinked, watching her. "Uh, you're leaving?"
"Yes," Jemma said simply, placing a hand on the door. "I was informed that the subject, and yourself, may be more comfortable with the presence of Pokemon rather than humans. In addition, I have other matters to attend to."
She then looked back to the Rotom one last time. "Just follow the procedure, get him prepared for the Ditto, and proceed to the observation room..."
"I've read the document," Rotom confirmed with a electric sigh. After a moment to look over the room, Jemma left us, with Norman slowly walking over to take place beside the door like some kind of guard. "...well, I skimmed it," Rotom added, almost as if he was waiting for Jemma to leave the outside hall, before zipping to the center of the table.
"Alright everyone, let's get padding, or, unpadding as the case may be!" Rotom announced. The three Pokemon at the chairs hopped off (the Pansage having to nudge the Drowzee awake) and started getting on the table as Rotom came over to me. "Ok kiddo! Just place the lit---er---guy on the table and we'll get started."
"Umm, ok?" I asked, mostly backward at the Salandit. He dropped the loathing look he had on Rotom to give me a quizzical one. Then he glanced over at the other three Pokemon, then at Norman by the door. I grimaced a little. This was teetering on crowd amounts, and I could tell he was trying not to show he was nervous.
"Uhh, could you give me a moment?" I asked Rotom.
"Uh, sure."
I went to the nearest corner, turning so that he was closest to it. "Hey, you ok buddy?"
He looked down into the pack, his claws tapping against the zip rails. Yeah, he was nervous coming here to begin with, not expecting to be in a room full of other Pokemon. I had thought it would just be a person or two and a Ditto, so I could understand a little. Not sure if more humans would be better or worse than more Pokemon for him...
I also knew he was probably looking at the diaper he was wearing, hidden in the bag. It would be the first time he would be out and about with it seen outside of home. He had gotten so use to it there, that it didn't worry him as much. But publicly? Yeah, he didn't want it to be admitted, but I guess he still hadn't gotten over a fear of judgment or humiliation that came from his wild times. After all, 'what self-respecting 'wild Pokemon' wore a diaper'? That was probably his trail of thought. Would these other Pokemon judge him like that? And he wouldn't admit to it hurting, because of pride and all...
"Hey, look," I started, getting his attention again. "They seem like a nice bunch. I know Rotom a little at least. A little klutzy, but he's nice. I don't know the rest of them, but hey, they're wearing diapers too, just like you are," I told him, watching him dart his eyes at every padded bottom in the room.
"Being in diapers means you're on the same level right? Nothing's wrong with you wearing one, and I got you changed and fresh before we came, so you don't have that to worry about right? What do you say we get through this and get you some that are just right for you huh? You don't have to worry, I'm here too ok?"
His eyes darted about, from me, to them, to his diaper, mouth flexing at different response attempts. Eventually, he closed his eyes, gave a sigh, and then looked me right in the eye. "...dit," he said with firmness.
"Thata boy," I told him, patting his head. His face deadpanned at the touch, as if he didn't WANT to be praised for such a decision...but I did it anyway, and he accepted it anyway.
I came over to the table and placed my bag on it, the Salandit getting out of it with my help, his white and purple diaper crinkling as he did so. Soon enough he was out, sitting opposite the other three Pokemon, claws clicking on the table as he watched them with a rather adamant expression. I kept a hand against the side of his tail, reminding him I was there even if he was looking elsewhere.
"Ah, there we go!" Rotom announced when we seemed finished. "Now, ahem, welcome to the Poke-Poofs Custom-Species Fitting Procedure!"
I glanced down to the floor out of habit for the announcement of something, quickly reassured that none of the floor was of the conveyor quality. After I noted that, I saw the Drowzee on the opposite side of the table flexing it's fingers and looking lazily in our direction. I'm not sure if he was doing anything in particular, or he was just trying to stay awake with body movement.
"As explained on the Poke-Poofs tour, our Ditto team will help shape and mold a custom-diaper for your Pokemon's species, a treat indeed for both your Pokemon and others of the same who will come in the future!" Rotom continued in a speechy way. "After the fitting, your Pokemon's contribution will have the species-fit diaper entered into the Poke-Poofs registry! But, before we get to the more thorough phase, for the benefit of our Ditto team, we will assure that said-Pokemon is drained of any 'unpleasantness'..."
I rose a brow at that, and then rose it even more when I felt, and saw, that my Salandit was swaying slightly. That was peculiar, he was so rigid at the start of this...but why was he moving like he was on a boat?
"Hey, buddy, you ok?" I asked, leaning over to look at his face. His eyes seemed glossed over.
That wasn't right!
"Not to worry!" Rotom announced, the drone zipping up in front of me, nearly bonking me in the forehead. I had to lean back from my possibly hurt Salandit, and was about to push Rotom away until he explained.
"He's fine Purple!" Rotom told me quickly. "Drowzee here is simply using a little Hypnosis to make him a little more manageable!"
"I wasn't told that would happen," I said defensively. Hypnosis...wouldn't hurt him, but I still didn't like not being told these things.
"Uh, I'm telling you now."
"That's not---!"
"It's just a precaution," Rotom continued, circling around in front of my swaying lizard, letting me check him over to make sure Hypnosis was ALL that was going on. "Drowzee's quite a pro at the Move by now, so he can usually do it without others knowing."
"I don't know how I feel about this," I told Rotom with obvious disapproval. He didn't seem hurt, the was the critical thing. He didn't seem...agitated or annoyed, but in some kind of daze.
"Sorry," Rotom admitted, hovering near me. "We figured it was best to sedate him a little in case he didn't like this next part."
"And what is THAT?" I asked, standing up and folding my arms. I admit, sometimes a little Hypnosis may have come in handy with him, but it seemed like a betrayal of trust if I did something like that.
"Well," Rotom started, moving away from the table, toward the entry door, taking my focus away from the table. "For the benefit of the Ditto, we have to make sure that a Pokemon used to diapers has already...well...'gone' before we move on."
"Gone? You...oh."
"Yes, that," Rotom said, rotating to me. "See, for an accurate fitting, a Pokemon would need to be UN-diapered. And, it would be TERRIBLY inconvenient for a Pokemon to well...do such a thing as...THAT...when we're..."
"Oh," I replied, suddenly getting the picture in clear. To the side, I saw Norman raise a paw to his mouth, as if the reminder of such a thing made him nauseous. Oh, so that's how it's done. Oh wow, no wonder that's 'thorough'...and yeah, I totally get that. If such a thing as THAT happened...yeah, that's...that's gross.
"It's nice that you changed him before coming here, but we'd rather make sure just in case," Rotom continued.
"Sa...sa sa sa...sasasasa!"
It was at that moment I heard weird laughter behind me. Looking back, I started, seeing quite a sight was going on behind me. Or rather, one that Rotom may have intentionally turned me away from.
My Salandit was now in the middle of the table, on his back, his limbs and tail wrapped by vines that had come from the Pansage. In my stunned state, I managed to notice that the vines weren't tight, restricting movement, but not outright stopping it. The monkey Pokemon seemed to just be making sure the lizard didn't whack anybody else or fall off the table.
Drowzee was still nearby, seeming to be making some other kind of motion with his hands, but it was the Archen that was doing the most work. The flightless bird Pokemon was moving his feathered wings all over the Salandit, focusing on different spots that provoked the greatest of responses. Stunned as I was, I eventually realized Archen wasn't hurting him at all...he was TICKLING him?
I watched this bizarre sight, of my restrained Salandit being tickled mercilessly, unsure exactly what was going on. My Salandit himself was wavering about and laughing out at this treatment, but didn't seem to be getting mad...at least for the moment.
"W-what are you---?" I said outloud, glancing to Rotom. Apparently he knew everything so...
"Oh don't worry, they're professionals," Rotom explained. Seeing me staring at him more, though, seemed to get the point through that that wasn't cutting it. "Oh, well, the team is simply making sure your Pokemon is, erm, 'empty'."
"W-well...he IS," I said, planning ways to intervene in this tickle torture. "He had a dirty diaper this morning, but got him changed before we---"
The room went silent as a familiar sound filled the room. It was like water from a shower spout splashing downward onto a moist towel. Archen and Drowzee stopped what they were doing, though the Pansage still held my Salandit's now unmoving limbs. By now, it seemed, Drowzee's Hypnosis had worn off, whether it was by the tickling or the end result, and my Salandit was seemingly coming to. But when he did, he stared with peak-opened crescent eyes down at himself, the most aware of what it was we were hearing...
...the sound of a diaper wetting.
It seemed everyone was watching as the front of the lizard's diaper began to darken, the blemish spreading quite noticeably as the sound continued on. We all seemed transfixed, me by the surprise that tickling would cause the Salandit to wet himself, the other Pokemon silently watching the event as if this was part of the process, and my Salandit in what seemed to be horror at his body betraying him.
Eventually the sound tapered off, the diaper taking on a slight sag against my lizard's tail, leaving the room silent again. Slowly, Pansage took his vines away from my Salandit, who had settled in a position of raising his upper body, though he made no new movements after the grass monkey had removed his restraints.
Maybe I should have stopped this sooner. My Salandit was practically mortified at what had just happened. Appearing to others with his diaper on was one thing...but now he had WET HIMSELF in front of them!
Oh jeez, what he must be feeling right now. His mouth trembled a bit, as if he was cautiously fighting back embarrassment from showing. He feared to move less he feel more of his accident against himself...yet just feeling the warmth of it was enough to remind him of what had just happened. I was so glad he didn't look at me, instead focusing on his diaper. If he had, I would have broken down myself. I felt like I had just betrayed him...lured him here thinking it was something simple...and now, he must be so ashamed...what could I do to...?
"Archen!"
"Pan pan!"
"Droooooowwwz."
I flinched, realizing the other Pokemon were making a move before me. And boy, was it surprising, as it was to my Salandit, despite his otherwise lack of motion.
Drowzee had come up behind my Salandit and wrapped his arms around his neck and moved close to the back of his head in what seemed to be some kind of awkward hug. The Archen had started patting his shoulder and his bald head almost affectionately, and the Pansage was clapping his hands and talking up a storm as if...giving praise?
I was surprised by this sheer production of...approval? And for wetting one's diaper too? I mean, sure, I wouldn't make my Salandit feel BAD about it, but these days, he'd get ticked about me praising him for such a thing.
It seemed my Salandit was just as surprised, or rather, it seemed like he was broken response-wise. One moment, he was mortified at wetting himself in the presence of others, the next, they were embracing and praising him for doing the act. Its like the whiplash of feelings had short circuited him as much as Rotom would in water....I imagine.
Watching now, though, the ordeal seemingly over, I suddenly realized...maybe this was good progress? I couldn't control the opinions or judgements of others, I knew that full well. And it was that realization that made me extra cautious when it came to my Salandit. Sure, he was a wild card, literally, and got aggressive, but inside, I've seen, there was more. He seemed...a little less reserved to show bits of it to me, which encouraged me. And now, I was seeing a bit of it...more publicly.
He had done something that, as seen on his face, horrified him. Forced or not, maybe he was unaware, he may have been awaiting laughter or mockery for the 'wild who wet his diaper' from the others. But instead, they did quite the opposite, being positive and gentle about it.
As much as I may have wanted to stop this at the start...now...I think it was something that needed to happen. There he was, literally in the middle of a bunch of diapered Pokemon, shocked, stunned, and soggy. These were things he had feared, and short circuited as he was right now, the results spoke for themselves. He was among a crowd that...accepted him, like I had.
My tension softened till I felt the numbness in my hands leave. My Salandit was breathing steadily under the displays of the other Pokemon, irises darting to each of them with an expression that said 'is this for REAL?'. Clearly he was not expecting this, and was not sure how to respond, allowing things to happen for the moment.
"Aww, isn't that precioussssssssss...whoops, bug! Got it!" Rotom commented, causing me to smile a little without looking at him. I wanted to focus on watching my Salandit in this position, hoping this was doing him the good I imagined it would.
"Wat," Norman scoffed near us. Seems he wasn't approving of smultzy displays of affection. Sounded about right.
"Well, seems good for us that all he needed to do was wet," Rotom commented, raising a foot or two. "Guess that's lucky! And as you see, our preparation team is not only well trained, but quite sensitive to the needs of our clients!"
"Y-yeah, I see," I replied. "Though...should warn about the vine whips."
It was about at this moment that it seemed my Salandit's initial response to this unnatural treatment finally reached his brain. It was kind of a Slowpoke moment, for which I am grateful, for I'm sure now that this experience WAS beneficial to him...despite what he did next.
"S...ssss....ss....d...dit!"
Gritting his teeth, looking between the patting, hugging and praising, unnatural things from strangers, he started lashing out. He kicked his legs and waved his tail, causing his soggy diaper to crinkle and shift, reminding him of the accident he had made in their presence. That spurred him on, flailing his arms, falling onto his back fully as Drowzee let go. Pansage watched wide-eyed half-way through a clap as Archen backed up, my Salandit kicking and flailing about to flip himself over. Once he had, diaper sagging between his legs, his tail ignited, and he started swinging it, blowing out small balls of Ember.
The three preparation Pokemon ducked under the table, with Norman doing the same. Rotom, instead, rose to the ceiling, clearly unaware that heat rises, but maybe he was trying to get out of the lizard's fire bursts. As for me, I hid behind my backpack at first, intending to join everyone else under the table if need be.
But, to my initial surprise, his outburst was brief, and when the noise calmed, I peeked from the side of my pack to see him settled. He was in the middle of the table on all fours, tail extinguished, diaper sagging, breathing deep but steady, with an expression on his face that read 'enough of THAT!'.
Our eyes met, and for a moment, I was worried he would get mad again...but after a little focus, I saw the tightness in his hands and feet relax, and he looked away, as if his tirade was actually more embarrassing than the wet diaper.
I doubted that, but then again, looking around the room, I realized that maybe he was putting on some airs. There was barely any damage to the walls at all where his Ember had hit, just a slight crosshatch that indicated some slight impact. Not just that, but those markings, along with my still alive backpack, made me realize that it seemed he WASN'T actually aiming at anyone. In fact, from where I remember everyone being, he went out of his way to MISS everybody. That was quite well thought out for somebody who was 'mad' at the people who tried to make him feel better for soaking his diaper...
Rotom slowly descended beside me, catching my notice, eyes deadpan at seeing the end of my Salandit's tantrum.
"About the whips...that's why," he told me. "Yours is a little...special."
"Yeah, I know..." I replied.
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Thank you. I would imagine one of Sol's fears, like most Pokemon being in diapers for a short time, wearing or using them publicly runs the risk of shame, embarrassment, or possibility hostility...and so this display of him being 'accepted' for the whole deed in that it's 'not a big deal' or something he 'shouldn't worry about', I find was really endearing, which is the main reason I loved doing this chapter.
The bonding continues! I find the prospect of Salandit being comforted by the other Pokemon hilarious? It's like being surrounded by people congratulating you for tripping and falling. "YES!!! YOU'RE JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!!!"
That's pretty much the scenario yeah heh. Also like 'that's just fine!' thrown in there heh heh.
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