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Well...I guess it's time for another chapter in my unique but not mainstream series heh. No one said making diapers for Pokemon was easy...
Chapter 5 Optimum By Design
I took similar, slight pushings to get my Salandit to do things, but eventually he did seem to take to it. I watched him look at the slide with some hesitation...and then start to actually climb UP it. When I told him it was the OTHER way, he looked down the curvy path with skepticism, then placed his hands on the rim.
Cringing, I quickly told him it was ACTUALLY something you went down on...using your butt. He looked directly at the camera at that with an obvious 'what?' like I didn't know what I was talking about. Honestly, I had to pause for a moment to wonder just who it was who invented slides if THAT was your pitch...
But, he eventually did it anyway, sitting his rump on the edge. I was a little worried about the Ditto, but I guess it's body compensated with thickness with Transform or something...and I just blocked out the idea that part of this Pokemon was LITERALLY on lizard-butt right now. Then again...the Mesh was a protective suit, so thankfully not THAT literal.
As he slide down the thing on his Ditto-Diapered backside, eyes wide as he grabbed the rim of the garment---ouch Ditto?---a bit surprised at the momentum down, and even more so when he was pulled into the air a foot or two at the end and crashed down onto a, thankfully, built-in padded surface.
I breathed a sigh of relief at that, glancing over at Rotom and Norman, and noticing the screen had super-imposed what seemed to be the rear of my Salandit off to the side...showing the bottom of the image of the diaper being compressed, with notifications on 'weight' and 'tug'. Huh...
The swing took a little time, since he was on his own, and his legs didn't really get him too far in terms of push-and-pull...he actually got a little frustrated when he wanted to go higher on the thing, but didn't work out. Glancing over, I saw the diaper image showing different 'thickness' levels and adjusting for 'optimum cushion'.
The hanging bit with the monkey-bars was a bit...of a struggle. He actually didn't get past the first bar, and was holding on to it rather tightly, legs and tail dangling, gritting his teeth as he tried to, at least, pull himself up. Admittedly, he wasn't a muscle-bound Pokemon, for sure, but I didn't want this test lasting longer than it should. Thankfully, Rotom and Norman seemed to inform me it was over. The screen this time super-imposed the Ditto-Diapers 'tapes', seeming to measure and size actual tabs for 'proper resilience'.
Surprisingly, the tight wire was easier, to my surprise. He went along it on all fours slowly, but did it without falling. The other two told me he should do it with just his feet, which I requested. Needless to say, he was self assured with himself at this particular task, flicking his tail and getting to his feet to walk along it. I saw it on his face, that he thought he bit off more than he could...and while he wobble a lot, with is hands out and his tail, he seemed to balance through the thing without toppling over, much to his hidden sigh of relief at the end. Another screen look, I noticed the diaper on the screen growing thinner, then bigger, adjusting for 'optimum bulk'.
Seemingly the last on the list, was the pool, which was a bit strange to me for this sort of thing. I mean, I've given him a bath before, and sometimes its easy---coming off my initial story---and sometimes he makes it difficult. Thankfully this pool appeared to be shallow, with deeper portions, but seemingly not as deep as he was tall, so at least he didn't have to worry about trying to swim.
Naturally, he was a bit confused at the prospect of...getting IN there with a 'diaper' on. So was I. But Rotom told me it was all part of the process. Shrugging, I went along with the unintended deception in the Ditto's favor and told him I'd get him a fresh diaper after.
He rolled his eyes at me and took another few seconds before testing the water with a toe claw. Finding it satisfactory, he planted both feet in the water, flexing each digit a bit, looking around as if waiting for something to happen. Rotom floated over to me and asked me if he'd go deeper, which I complied after a moment's hesitation. My Salandit looked in the camera's direction, folding his arms and giving me a 'you know what'll happen right?' vibe. I bit my lip a little, and conceded I did. And so, he did.
I watched as he walked in further, face twitching a bit as he felt water eventually flowing over his lower body, and through the 'diaper' at his waist. I couldn't be sure, but as he got to about shoulder stomach-height, he seemed resisting and failing to grin a little, as if the feeling of a suddenly saturated diaper was a bit pleasant...
Now that I think about it, he has done this before, the first time not even thinking about what a diaper WOULD do if he got into water with it. Needless to say, it would balloon up and reach it's capacity quite quickly, making him walk with a massive waddle that was...admittedly kind of cute heh...
Anyway, shaking my head off that thought, I watched as the Ditto-Diaper seemed to increase in mass as well, though I was unsure why...were they Transforming? I doubt that Ditto were as absorbent as diaper-fluff.
Glancing over at Norman and Rotom snickering to each other from a shared comment I didn't hear---though I can guess, given my Salandit's motions with a very soggy, if fake, diaper---seeing that the screen was showing a diaper with its bulk sagging downward...making slight adjustments in relation to how my Salandit walked on two legs, and on all fours.
It was at this point, I think I was really starting to understand what all this was about. I mean, I'm not dumb, it's just all this stuff was new and kind of kept throwing me off. But now, I think I got what all this 'stress testing', 'tech mesh', and 'custom fitting thing' was about.
This data being gathered here was for making the perfect diaper for a Salandit.
The slide? How much padding to put in the diaper for rough movements. The swinging? How much cushion a Salandit would need between a surface and itself to feel comfortable. The hanging? How much resilience the tapes needed. The tight wire? What was the best kind of bulk that it wouldn't hurt a Salandit's balance and movement. The pool? How a...well...capacity filled diaper would affect one.
All this info was coming off the Ditto's Mesh and being fed into these computers to make the best diaper they could for a Pokemon like him. Honestly, it was kind of amazing to me as I looked at the data on the screen being taken in and processed. It was just like the tour, but this was BEFORE the diapers were even MADE.
There was such a process...I mean, they did make the various versions of sizes for Center Diapers...but the custom-fitting for viable Pokemon that's done here was so involved. Poke-Poofs really did care about getting the best for a Pokemon...wow.
I shook my head out of the admiration for our town's great company, and focused on the screen, watching as my Salandit waddle with a rather large gait out of the pool, looking at the obscenely droopy diaper between them...nearly sagging to the floor. He looked up at the camera, suddenly not looking as happy. He instantly started the process of flareing up a little, much to my alarm, but it seemed he was just heating the water off of himself.
"Ok! Next should be the Tightrope over in the exercise section!" Rotom informed me. I relayed that info, my Salandit grabbing the 'tapes' of the 'diaper' on him and trying to tug it up as he made his way to the tightrope. He was right beside when his claws kind of poked...into the 'tapes'...which were the---
"Tto!"
His eyes went wide as he looked at where the sound came from, and then looked down to his diaper, eyes wide, as he noticed it looking up at HIM.
"ANDIT!?"
He scurried up the rope a few feet, as if he thought he was getting away from whatever was below him, going fast enough that the rope kind of hit against the Ditto's 'face' a bit as he went, much to it's annoyance.
"Di---Di---To!" the Ditto-Diaper got out between face-fulls off rope.
"Well, it's...still getting the drag data we need," Rotom buzzed from off to my side, watching as the saggy Ditto-Diaper drooped behind my Salandit's rump as he climbed.
"Wa wa watch," Norman seemed to chuckle out, placing his hands behind his back and watching my Salandit freak out.
"SAL AND!" my lizard barked down, finally stopping and looking at the thing clad to his waist.
"Whoa whoa buddy, calm down, it's ok!" I called through the mic.
"AND SALAND!" he yelled back, a clear 'no, it's not! The thing on my butt is TALKING!'.
"It's the...Ditto...from before," I told him, trying honesty this time, and feeling better for it. "It's helping us make the diaper for you remember?"
"AN DIT!"
"Well...no, IT won't be the diaper. It's like a---" I started, looking to my side to see Rotom there, flashing descriptive words on his screen to be oddly helpful. "---substitute that'll make the real thing."
"SAL AN!"
"What do you mean you don't want some blob to---"
Rotom skewed right into the air in front of me. "All our Ditto employees are firm professionals and have no intentions on the subject this particular candidate has made such crude remarks about," he buzzed in, getting a little bit of feedback that made me pick my ears to get the ringing out.
I slowly pushed Rotom away from the mike, wondering how he knew what my Salandit was talking about better than I was, but decided to carry on. He was currently in the process of trying to swipe at his own middle with his foot claws and not being very effective at it. Plus, he had a grip to maintain.
"Ok bud, look, I know this is weird but...I kinda get why they do what they're doing with all this---and it works, somehow," I admitted to him, making him pause in his attacks to the Ditto-Diaper. "If they can make something better for you, and we're almost done...why don't we see it through? That's really the reason I brought you here...for you."
He gripped the rope he was hanging from in flexing tightness, glancing down at the Ditto-Diaper, who looked up at him with a smile. He growled down at it, then looked back to where the camera was, taking a few more seconds of silence.
"...Salan andit."
"Uhh...'no funny business'...sure," I told him, unsure what he meant.
"Dit," he grunted, climbing down the rope, making me sigh in relief. For about a few seconds, before he suddenly let go of the rope and fell on his padded---no, Ditto-formed---backside. I was...pretty sure the Ditto had faced this before in the testing, but it did look displeased as my lizard grinned to himself and looked off to the side as if to say 'whoops'.
Scratching the side of my head with an index finger, I went down the list for this new set, mentioning maybe the Pedal Bike....
Apparently, glancing to the monitor, that tightrope test was to determine how much stress a filled diaper put on the tapes, taking into account a Salandit's tail and hips. I guess that made sense to be right after the pool.
I was concerned it would still be a problem for these next few things, but suddenly, as my Salandit go to his feet, the Ditto seemed to take in a BIG breath. One moment, it's...'body' I guess was dragging down like a used diaper...then suddenly it shot up! It was like pulling the waistband of a diaper, and it snapping into place when you let go...except this was from...below.
O...ow. That hurt me, and I was a different room.
...naturally my Salandit gritted his teeth and looked forward with full-wide eyes, fingers twitching as he felt the Ditto-Diaper 'snap' back to normal around his waist. It was probably...necessary for the Ditto to not be saggy-formed but...something told me this was payback for slamming him into the ground without warning.
I was trying to think of things to say so my lizard wouldn't start firing pot-shots of flame at the transforming Pokemon, but after the minute or so of searching, I noticed he was moving again. Attention to the screen, I watched as he looked away from the camera, marching with wide, purposeful steps, tail twitching, toward the bike...
On the thought, we've seen bikes before. I know he was mostly in my bag when we went out, but it was a common enough practice in town that I think he acquired enough knowledge to know what they were and, presumably how they worked. But I cautiously gave him some tips, not knowing if he ignored or not.
When he got to the bike---I recalled seeing other sizes before, but not sure where they were now---he climbed on to it, pressing his feet into the pedals to steady himself, and holding onto the bar handles...his tail up, rump stuck out, hovering above the seat.
I was concerned, the Ditto was concerned...but he actually SLOWLY went down on onto the seat, the Ditto's body molding without distress. Well...that was...a bit unexpected. Maybe he was---
---and then he started pedaling away. I don't know if he knew this was a stationary bike or not, but he held onto those bars and started tearing along with each rotation.
"Oh wow that's a little fast," I heard Rotom say beside me, hearing Norman grunt in agreement, making rapid taps on the computer.
He really was pedaling fast, but he seemed to be enjoying it, chuckling a bit, his tongue flicking out as his eyes darted down to---oh, that's why. As his hips moved, it 'rustled' against the Ditto's form rapidly, and sometimes his 'knees' knocked into its face when it tried to say something...
...needless to say, this Ditto was taking a bit of a beating.
"Uhhh," I started, glancing over to the other two. Rotom formed a stop-sign image on his screen, and Norman pointed at it with both hands as if to reinforce that I should listen. I kept my eye on them as my neck extended my head to the mic. "I...think that's good buddy..."
He sucked his tongue back in, glancing at the camera briefly, before looking down and...continued for about half a minute before FINALLY slowing down. By the time he got off the bike, turning to face the camera's way, he had his hands to his hips with a grin on his face. The Ditto? His eyes had kinda gone spirally and his strip-mouth was wobbly, his whole form looking like dripping ice cream for a moment.
"Uhh...we still need the Treadmill data, but I'm kinda concerned our employee hazard clause," Rotom ruminated a bit, hovering up and down.
"Wa og," Norman mumbled to him, brow raised.
"I'm not a 'wuss'...!" Rotom explained. "I'm concerned for our fair Ditto! If you're not, YOU go down there."
"Wa tch og," Norman grunted, shaking his head.
"I know it's not your job."
"Og."
"I can SO do yours!"
"Uh, guys he's going anyway," I told them, as we all looked back to the screens as my Salandit...walked rather with swagger at his return on the snapping Ditto. The other Pokemon though, was looking up at him with obvious negativity.
Coming over to the treadmill...which I think Norman somehow turned on remotely, thankfully a low speed, my lizard crawled onto it on all fours...only to be deposited onto his rump, though thankfully the Ditto didn't take this as an intentional action, given the surprise on the Salandit's face.
Right, he didn't know what treadmills were...or escalators...he didn't use them himself yet. "It's ok buddy, it's...a floor that moves...just keep walking on it for a bit and we'll be done," I told him, looking to the other two. Norman ignored me, but Rotom gave a green thumbs up on his screen in agreement.
Back to my partner, I watched as he cautiously went around the treadmill once, then twice, then got onto it from the side, where he quickly got the idea...just keep on walking. He glanced around, seeing that, like the bike, he wasn't actually going anywhere, he was just in place...which seemed to get him set on what he was doing was just right.
"Ok, turn it up Normy," Rotom requested. Norman complied...by a little bit, I barely noticed a difference. "Uh, a bit more?" And, again, little bit. "Oh! Come on Normy, that's a snail's pace! We gotta test it higher!"
"Tch og," Norman muttered to him.
"I'm not telling you how to do your job," Rotom told him...before shifting and bumping Norman a bit aside. "I'm doing it, ha ha!"
With that, Rotom's hovering body hit against the console, and I looked to see the speed indicator practically skyrocket. "Uh oh," I couldn't stop stop saying, looking to the screen. Now my Salandit was moving at a running pace...almost as fast as he went with the bike. But he didn't seem too distressed by this, in fact, he was grinning, moving faster...and again, his quick movements pulling at the Ditto faster than it was prepared for.
This went on for about a minute or two, as I was deciding between to continue watching my lizard to make sure he could keep pace and didn't hurt himself, and turning the thing off myself. But by that time, Norman had managed to shove Rotom aside and turned the power to the machine off.
My lizard went a few steps before he realized he WAS moving forward instead of in place. He slid off of the treadmill, looking down at the very dazed and dizzy Ditto around him. He chuckled at it, barking out some great laughter at the transforming Pokemon's condition.
I sighed, putting my head in a hand. That was hopefully all they needed, and honestly, this whole thing had put me on pins and needles. Naughty my lizard may be at times, but I did owe him enough for all this, even if it was for him in the end.
"DIT!"
I glanced up, my expression paling. Oh boy...I just owed him more.
In his self-satisfaction, my Salandit didn't notice the Ditto recovering and look at him with disdain. Almost immediately, it shifted form AWAY from the lizard's body, forming back into it's normal, Ditto form..albiet a little scuffed up....
...the result being, my Salandit was now naked from the waist down for about five seconds---showing how truly 'happy' he was in satisfaction---before he threw his hands down to cover himself and partially blush, staring at the now-smug Ditto with a glare of death.
My head was turning, mouth agape before my eyes caught up looking to Rotom and Norman, knowing they were watching too. I saw that Norman was looking at the screen, eyes wide, mouth curved at great cringe...and I think I heard hissing from his diaper at surprise at what he saw---no blame there, I don't any suspected this towel-pull moment.
"...I think I'll just add a censor bar...right there...yeeeeeaaaah," Rotom buzzed in with the eyes at the corner of his screen, away from the one Norman was looking at.
I didn't look to see if he actually did do that, I just got up, reaching into my bag for one of my lizard's spares and started to run down to the room and pad him back up before he started spitting literal poison at the Ditto....
"SAL--AN--DIT."
"I know, never again, won't have to, you can stop punching me," I told my re-diapered lizard half-way out of the bag behind me, rapidly punching my arm as he berated me for having him go through things. He didn't put much force behind them, I knew, but he was doing quite a lot of them that it was adding up to it.
He did stop, thankfully, before I actually started aching there, placing both hands on my shoulder and looking at me with narrow eyes, his tail twitching like it wanted to spark up. I would probably have to endure that for a while, and I was prepared to. Wetting himself in front of others, being washed and dried like in a dish washer, and having a Pokemon act as a diaper for him---and then essentially 'pants him'...or is it 'depants'...I don't know.
"Ok, I know you're mad at me, but like I said, it was just this one time," I told him, but his expression didn't change. "A-and look, I'll make good on promise. You got through it all and desire a reward or few...you can be...mad at me, it's ok. Um...or you could...think about what you want?"
I decided to maybe avoid his wrath by having him focus on whatever would make him feel better. I mean, I intended to smooth things over from the start, and it's better to normalize out than be mad at each other.
He growled a little, as if he didn't want to stop being mad about the stuff that happened...but then, just moving his eyes to look away and up, he seemed to think of what he wanted, his tail flick causing his fresh diaper to crinkle. Phew, that's a start.
"...Salllll....Sal and dit," he told me, making a piano-keying gesture with one hand and grinning at me with thing eye slits.
I blinked, a bit surprised. "That all-you-can-eat place in the Lum District? Where'd you hear about that?" I questioned, not recalling me taking him to Lum before.
"Dit," he answered simply, looking away, eyes closed, palm up as if to say 'I made my choice' and that was that.
I blinked at his expression on this, realizing a few things. One, how did he learn? Was he looking at my town maps or something, or saw an advertisement on TV? And, also, those were kinda public places, which he has wanted to avoid up till now...especially when it came to eating.
Was he...opening up a bit more?
Looking away, thinking on it, I had a feeling this might be costly...but then again, my allowance was spared on diaper-costs, waved ironically, thanks to him being the only Salandit in town. Guess Mr. Wyatt didn't mind covering that continous service, and I wasn't going to argue against it.
Still, I owed him. An all-you-can-eat? That meant me too, so he...kinda wasn't being exactly selfish here. The Lum district actually catered to a lot of foodies, and had a pretty decent selection, so I was sure to find something to like---as opposed to him and his spicy preference.
"Ahhh...ok," I sighed, partly acting like he had defeated me in some contest of wills here...stroke his hurt ego a bit. "I'll take you there then."
"Sal," he told me, leaning his crooked face close to me with a wide smile, seemingly glad I wasn't going to argue. With a slap of his palm against my shoulder, he pointed onward, telling me to git on before slinking half-way into my bag...turning at one point that his poofy diaper butt---real one---was partly over my shoulder.
I couldn't help but smile at it as I started walking. Yeah, I probably will be dealing with quite a dirty one of those tonight...but I can get through it. Just like he got through today...which was certainly rough. But...maybe some more good came out of it than I thought.
He seemed to get a glint of how ok he would be around other Pokemon here, other people too maybe by extension. Maybe he'd grow to be more outgoing, like I felt he could be.
And...maybe if he could...I could too.
Well...I guess it's time for another chapter in my unique but not mainstream series heh. No one said making diapers for Pokemon was easy...
Chapter 5 Optimum By Design
I took similar, slight pushings to get my Salandit to do things, but eventually he did seem to take to it. I watched him look at the slide with some hesitation...and then start to actually climb UP it. When I told him it was the OTHER way, he looked down the curvy path with skepticism, then placed his hands on the rim.
Cringing, I quickly told him it was ACTUALLY something you went down on...using your butt. He looked directly at the camera at that with an obvious 'what?' like I didn't know what I was talking about. Honestly, I had to pause for a moment to wonder just who it was who invented slides if THAT was your pitch...
But, he eventually did it anyway, sitting his rump on the edge. I was a little worried about the Ditto, but I guess it's body compensated with thickness with Transform or something...and I just blocked out the idea that part of this Pokemon was LITERALLY on lizard-butt right now. Then again...the Mesh was a protective suit, so thankfully not THAT literal.
As he slide down the thing on his Ditto-Diapered backside, eyes wide as he grabbed the rim of the garment---ouch Ditto?---a bit surprised at the momentum down, and even more so when he was pulled into the air a foot or two at the end and crashed down onto a, thankfully, built-in padded surface.
I breathed a sigh of relief at that, glancing over at Rotom and Norman, and noticing the screen had super-imposed what seemed to be the rear of my Salandit off to the side...showing the bottom of the image of the diaper being compressed, with notifications on 'weight' and 'tug'. Huh...
The swing took a little time, since he was on his own, and his legs didn't really get him too far in terms of push-and-pull...he actually got a little frustrated when he wanted to go higher on the thing, but didn't work out. Glancing over, I saw the diaper image showing different 'thickness' levels and adjusting for 'optimum cushion'.
The hanging bit with the monkey-bars was a bit...of a struggle. He actually didn't get past the first bar, and was holding on to it rather tightly, legs and tail dangling, gritting his teeth as he tried to, at least, pull himself up. Admittedly, he wasn't a muscle-bound Pokemon, for sure, but I didn't want this test lasting longer than it should. Thankfully, Rotom and Norman seemed to inform me it was over. The screen this time super-imposed the Ditto-Diapers 'tapes', seeming to measure and size actual tabs for 'proper resilience'.
Surprisingly, the tight wire was easier, to my surprise. He went along it on all fours slowly, but did it without falling. The other two told me he should do it with just his feet, which I requested. Needless to say, he was self assured with himself at this particular task, flicking his tail and getting to his feet to walk along it. I saw it on his face, that he thought he bit off more than he could...and while he wobble a lot, with is hands out and his tail, he seemed to balance through the thing without toppling over, much to his hidden sigh of relief at the end. Another screen look, I noticed the diaper on the screen growing thinner, then bigger, adjusting for 'optimum bulk'.
Seemingly the last on the list, was the pool, which was a bit strange to me for this sort of thing. I mean, I've given him a bath before, and sometimes its easy---coming off my initial story---and sometimes he makes it difficult. Thankfully this pool appeared to be shallow, with deeper portions, but seemingly not as deep as he was tall, so at least he didn't have to worry about trying to swim.
Naturally, he was a bit confused at the prospect of...getting IN there with a 'diaper' on. So was I. But Rotom told me it was all part of the process. Shrugging, I went along with the unintended deception in the Ditto's favor and told him I'd get him a fresh diaper after.
He rolled his eyes at me and took another few seconds before testing the water with a toe claw. Finding it satisfactory, he planted both feet in the water, flexing each digit a bit, looking around as if waiting for something to happen. Rotom floated over to me and asked me if he'd go deeper, which I complied after a moment's hesitation. My Salandit looked in the camera's direction, folding his arms and giving me a 'you know what'll happen right?' vibe. I bit my lip a little, and conceded I did. And so, he did.
I watched as he walked in further, face twitching a bit as he felt water eventually flowing over his lower body, and through the 'diaper' at his waist. I couldn't be sure, but as he got to about shoulder stomach-height, he seemed resisting and failing to grin a little, as if the feeling of a suddenly saturated diaper was a bit pleasant...
Now that I think about it, he has done this before, the first time not even thinking about what a diaper WOULD do if he got into water with it. Needless to say, it would balloon up and reach it's capacity quite quickly, making him walk with a massive waddle that was...admittedly kind of cute heh...
Anyway, shaking my head off that thought, I watched as the Ditto-Diaper seemed to increase in mass as well, though I was unsure why...were they Transforming? I doubt that Ditto were as absorbent as diaper-fluff.
Glancing over at Norman and Rotom snickering to each other from a shared comment I didn't hear---though I can guess, given my Salandit's motions with a very soggy, if fake, diaper---seeing that the screen was showing a diaper with its bulk sagging downward...making slight adjustments in relation to how my Salandit walked on two legs, and on all fours.
It was at this point, I think I was really starting to understand what all this was about. I mean, I'm not dumb, it's just all this stuff was new and kind of kept throwing me off. But now, I think I got what all this 'stress testing', 'tech mesh', and 'custom fitting thing' was about.
This data being gathered here was for making the perfect diaper for a Salandit.
The slide? How much padding to put in the diaper for rough movements. The swinging? How much cushion a Salandit would need between a surface and itself to feel comfortable. The hanging? How much resilience the tapes needed. The tight wire? What was the best kind of bulk that it wouldn't hurt a Salandit's balance and movement. The pool? How a...well...capacity filled diaper would affect one.
All this info was coming off the Ditto's Mesh and being fed into these computers to make the best diaper they could for a Pokemon like him. Honestly, it was kind of amazing to me as I looked at the data on the screen being taken in and processed. It was just like the tour, but this was BEFORE the diapers were even MADE.
There was such a process...I mean, they did make the various versions of sizes for Center Diapers...but the custom-fitting for viable Pokemon that's done here was so involved. Poke-Poofs really did care about getting the best for a Pokemon...wow.
I shook my head out of the admiration for our town's great company, and focused on the screen, watching as my Salandit waddle with a rather large gait out of the pool, looking at the obscenely droopy diaper between them...nearly sagging to the floor. He looked up at the camera, suddenly not looking as happy. He instantly started the process of flareing up a little, much to my alarm, but it seemed he was just heating the water off of himself.
"Ok! Next should be the Tightrope over in the exercise section!" Rotom informed me. I relayed that info, my Salandit grabbing the 'tapes' of the 'diaper' on him and trying to tug it up as he made his way to the tightrope. He was right beside when his claws kind of poked...into the 'tapes'...which were the---
"Tto!"
His eyes went wide as he looked at where the sound came from, and then looked down to his diaper, eyes wide, as he noticed it looking up at HIM.
"ANDIT!?"
He scurried up the rope a few feet, as if he thought he was getting away from whatever was below him, going fast enough that the rope kind of hit against the Ditto's 'face' a bit as he went, much to it's annoyance.
"Di---Di---To!" the Ditto-Diaper got out between face-fulls off rope.
"Well, it's...still getting the drag data we need," Rotom buzzed from off to my side, watching as the saggy Ditto-Diaper drooped behind my Salandit's rump as he climbed.
"Wa wa watch," Norman seemed to chuckle out, placing his hands behind his back and watching my Salandit freak out.
"SAL AND!" my lizard barked down, finally stopping and looking at the thing clad to his waist.
"Whoa whoa buddy, calm down, it's ok!" I called through the mic.
"AND SALAND!" he yelled back, a clear 'no, it's not! The thing on my butt is TALKING!'.
"It's the...Ditto...from before," I told him, trying honesty this time, and feeling better for it. "It's helping us make the diaper for you remember?"
"AN DIT!"
"Well...no, IT won't be the diaper. It's like a---" I started, looking to my side to see Rotom there, flashing descriptive words on his screen to be oddly helpful. "---substitute that'll make the real thing."
"SAL AN!"
"What do you mean you don't want some blob to---"
Rotom skewed right into the air in front of me. "All our Ditto employees are firm professionals and have no intentions on the subject this particular candidate has made such crude remarks about," he buzzed in, getting a little bit of feedback that made me pick my ears to get the ringing out.
I slowly pushed Rotom away from the mike, wondering how he knew what my Salandit was talking about better than I was, but decided to carry on. He was currently in the process of trying to swipe at his own middle with his foot claws and not being very effective at it. Plus, he had a grip to maintain.
"Ok bud, look, I know this is weird but...I kinda get why they do what they're doing with all this---and it works, somehow," I admitted to him, making him pause in his attacks to the Ditto-Diaper. "If they can make something better for you, and we're almost done...why don't we see it through? That's really the reason I brought you here...for you."
He gripped the rope he was hanging from in flexing tightness, glancing down at the Ditto-Diaper, who looked up at him with a smile. He growled down at it, then looked back to where the camera was, taking a few more seconds of silence.
"...Salan andit."
"Uhh...'no funny business'...sure," I told him, unsure what he meant.
"Dit," he grunted, climbing down the rope, making me sigh in relief. For about a few seconds, before he suddenly let go of the rope and fell on his padded---no, Ditto-formed---backside. I was...pretty sure the Ditto had faced this before in the testing, but it did look displeased as my lizard grinned to himself and looked off to the side as if to say 'whoops'.
Scratching the side of my head with an index finger, I went down the list for this new set, mentioning maybe the Pedal Bike....
Apparently, glancing to the monitor, that tightrope test was to determine how much stress a filled diaper put on the tapes, taking into account a Salandit's tail and hips. I guess that made sense to be right after the pool.
I was concerned it would still be a problem for these next few things, but suddenly, as my Salandit go to his feet, the Ditto seemed to take in a BIG breath. One moment, it's...'body' I guess was dragging down like a used diaper...then suddenly it shot up! It was like pulling the waistband of a diaper, and it snapping into place when you let go...except this was from...below.
O...ow. That hurt me, and I was a different room.
...naturally my Salandit gritted his teeth and looked forward with full-wide eyes, fingers twitching as he felt the Ditto-Diaper 'snap' back to normal around his waist. It was probably...necessary for the Ditto to not be saggy-formed but...something told me this was payback for slamming him into the ground without warning.
I was trying to think of things to say so my lizard wouldn't start firing pot-shots of flame at the transforming Pokemon, but after the minute or so of searching, I noticed he was moving again. Attention to the screen, I watched as he looked away from the camera, marching with wide, purposeful steps, tail twitching, toward the bike...
On the thought, we've seen bikes before. I know he was mostly in my bag when we went out, but it was a common enough practice in town that I think he acquired enough knowledge to know what they were and, presumably how they worked. But I cautiously gave him some tips, not knowing if he ignored or not.
When he got to the bike---I recalled seeing other sizes before, but not sure where they were now---he climbed on to it, pressing his feet into the pedals to steady himself, and holding onto the bar handles...his tail up, rump stuck out, hovering above the seat.
I was concerned, the Ditto was concerned...but he actually SLOWLY went down on onto the seat, the Ditto's body molding without distress. Well...that was...a bit unexpected. Maybe he was---
---and then he started pedaling away. I don't know if he knew this was a stationary bike or not, but he held onto those bars and started tearing along with each rotation.
"Oh wow that's a little fast," I heard Rotom say beside me, hearing Norman grunt in agreement, making rapid taps on the computer.
He really was pedaling fast, but he seemed to be enjoying it, chuckling a bit, his tongue flicking out as his eyes darted down to---oh, that's why. As his hips moved, it 'rustled' against the Ditto's form rapidly, and sometimes his 'knees' knocked into its face when it tried to say something...
...needless to say, this Ditto was taking a bit of a beating.
"Uhhh," I started, glancing over to the other two. Rotom formed a stop-sign image on his screen, and Norman pointed at it with both hands as if to reinforce that I should listen. I kept my eye on them as my neck extended my head to the mic. "I...think that's good buddy..."
He sucked his tongue back in, glancing at the camera briefly, before looking down and...continued for about half a minute before FINALLY slowing down. By the time he got off the bike, turning to face the camera's way, he had his hands to his hips with a grin on his face. The Ditto? His eyes had kinda gone spirally and his strip-mouth was wobbly, his whole form looking like dripping ice cream for a moment.
"Uhh...we still need the Treadmill data, but I'm kinda concerned our employee hazard clause," Rotom ruminated a bit, hovering up and down.
"Wa og," Norman mumbled to him, brow raised.
"I'm not a 'wuss'...!" Rotom explained. "I'm concerned for our fair Ditto! If you're not, YOU go down there."
"Wa tch og," Norman grunted, shaking his head.
"I know it's not your job."
"Og."
"I can SO do yours!"
"Uh, guys he's going anyway," I told them, as we all looked back to the screens as my Salandit...walked rather with swagger at his return on the snapping Ditto. The other Pokemon though, was looking up at him with obvious negativity.
Coming over to the treadmill...which I think Norman somehow turned on remotely, thankfully a low speed, my lizard crawled onto it on all fours...only to be deposited onto his rump, though thankfully the Ditto didn't take this as an intentional action, given the surprise on the Salandit's face.
Right, he didn't know what treadmills were...or escalators...he didn't use them himself yet. "It's ok buddy, it's...a floor that moves...just keep walking on it for a bit and we'll be done," I told him, looking to the other two. Norman ignored me, but Rotom gave a green thumbs up on his screen in agreement.
Back to my partner, I watched as he cautiously went around the treadmill once, then twice, then got onto it from the side, where he quickly got the idea...just keep on walking. He glanced around, seeing that, like the bike, he wasn't actually going anywhere, he was just in place...which seemed to get him set on what he was doing was just right.
"Ok, turn it up Normy," Rotom requested. Norman complied...by a little bit, I barely noticed a difference. "Uh, a bit more?" And, again, little bit. "Oh! Come on Normy, that's a snail's pace! We gotta test it higher!"
"Tch og," Norman muttered to him.
"I'm not telling you how to do your job," Rotom told him...before shifting and bumping Norman a bit aside. "I'm doing it, ha ha!"
With that, Rotom's hovering body hit against the console, and I looked to see the speed indicator practically skyrocket. "Uh oh," I couldn't stop stop saying, looking to the screen. Now my Salandit was moving at a running pace...almost as fast as he went with the bike. But he didn't seem too distressed by this, in fact, he was grinning, moving faster...and again, his quick movements pulling at the Ditto faster than it was prepared for.
This went on for about a minute or two, as I was deciding between to continue watching my lizard to make sure he could keep pace and didn't hurt himself, and turning the thing off myself. But by that time, Norman had managed to shove Rotom aside and turned the power to the machine off.
My lizard went a few steps before he realized he WAS moving forward instead of in place. He slid off of the treadmill, looking down at the very dazed and dizzy Ditto around him. He chuckled at it, barking out some great laughter at the transforming Pokemon's condition.
I sighed, putting my head in a hand. That was hopefully all they needed, and honestly, this whole thing had put me on pins and needles. Naughty my lizard may be at times, but I did owe him enough for all this, even if it was for him in the end.
"DIT!"
I glanced up, my expression paling. Oh boy...I just owed him more.
In his self-satisfaction, my Salandit didn't notice the Ditto recovering and look at him with disdain. Almost immediately, it shifted form AWAY from the lizard's body, forming back into it's normal, Ditto form..albiet a little scuffed up....
...the result being, my Salandit was now naked from the waist down for about five seconds---showing how truly 'happy' he was in satisfaction---before he threw his hands down to cover himself and partially blush, staring at the now-smug Ditto with a glare of death.
My head was turning, mouth agape before my eyes caught up looking to Rotom and Norman, knowing they were watching too. I saw that Norman was looking at the screen, eyes wide, mouth curved at great cringe...and I think I heard hissing from his diaper at surprise at what he saw---no blame there, I don't any suspected this towel-pull moment.
"...I think I'll just add a censor bar...right there...yeeeeeaaaah," Rotom buzzed in with the eyes at the corner of his screen, away from the one Norman was looking at.
I didn't look to see if he actually did do that, I just got up, reaching into my bag for one of my lizard's spares and started to run down to the room and pad him back up before he started spitting literal poison at the Ditto....
"SAL--AN--DIT."
"I know, never again, won't have to, you can stop punching me," I told my re-diapered lizard half-way out of the bag behind me, rapidly punching my arm as he berated me for having him go through things. He didn't put much force behind them, I knew, but he was doing quite a lot of them that it was adding up to it.
He did stop, thankfully, before I actually started aching there, placing both hands on my shoulder and looking at me with narrow eyes, his tail twitching like it wanted to spark up. I would probably have to endure that for a while, and I was prepared to. Wetting himself in front of others, being washed and dried like in a dish washer, and having a Pokemon act as a diaper for him---and then essentially 'pants him'...or is it 'depants'...I don't know.
"Ok, I know you're mad at me, but like I said, it was just this one time," I told him, but his expression didn't change. "A-and look, I'll make good on promise. You got through it all and desire a reward or few...you can be...mad at me, it's ok. Um...or you could...think about what you want?"
I decided to maybe avoid his wrath by having him focus on whatever would make him feel better. I mean, I intended to smooth things over from the start, and it's better to normalize out than be mad at each other.
He growled a little, as if he didn't want to stop being mad about the stuff that happened...but then, just moving his eyes to look away and up, he seemed to think of what he wanted, his tail flick causing his fresh diaper to crinkle. Phew, that's a start.
"...Salllll....Sal and dit," he told me, making a piano-keying gesture with one hand and grinning at me with thing eye slits.
I blinked, a bit surprised. "That all-you-can-eat place in the Lum District? Where'd you hear about that?" I questioned, not recalling me taking him to Lum before.
"Dit," he answered simply, looking away, eyes closed, palm up as if to say 'I made my choice' and that was that.
I blinked at his expression on this, realizing a few things. One, how did he learn? Was he looking at my town maps or something, or saw an advertisement on TV? And, also, those were kinda public places, which he has wanted to avoid up till now...especially when it came to eating.
Was he...opening up a bit more?
Looking away, thinking on it, I had a feeling this might be costly...but then again, my allowance was spared on diaper-costs, waved ironically, thanks to him being the only Salandit in town. Guess Mr. Wyatt didn't mind covering that continous service, and I wasn't going to argue against it.
Still, I owed him. An all-you-can-eat? That meant me too, so he...kinda wasn't being exactly selfish here. The Lum district actually catered to a lot of foodies, and had a pretty decent selection, so I was sure to find something to like---as opposed to him and his spicy preference.
"Ahhh...ok," I sighed, partly acting like he had defeated me in some contest of wills here...stroke his hurt ego a bit. "I'll take you there then."
"Sal," he told me, leaning his crooked face close to me with a wide smile, seemingly glad I wasn't going to argue. With a slap of his palm against my shoulder, he pointed onward, telling me to git on before slinking half-way into my bag...turning at one point that his poofy diaper butt---real one---was partly over my shoulder.
I couldn't help but smile at it as I started walking. Yeah, I probably will be dealing with quite a dirty one of those tonight...but I can get through it. Just like he got through today...which was certainly rough. But...maybe some more good came out of it than I thought.
He seemed to get a glint of how ok he would be around other Pokemon here, other people too maybe by extension. Maybe he'd grow to be more outgoing, like I felt he could be.
And...maybe if he could...I could too.
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Test complete! Glad to be getting back into the world and seeing how the other diapermons interact with these two. Also glad you're still goin strong~
Well showing that there is an in depth process to how Poke-Poofs is made shows how important it is for the town/city, and how much effort they put into it to make the best one they can for each Pokemon.
Well strong-ish. I've really taken a shine to the characters and world of this story, so there is still a lot more to come if people voice they want it heh.
Well strong-ish. I've really taken a shine to the characters and world of this story, so there is still a lot more to come if people voice they want it heh.
Oh yeah! The level of care is impeccable for sure. <3
That it is. I mean, gotta take care of your fire/poison spewing lizard after all heh heh.
Shows how invested the company is in making diapers for Pokemon. Each routine tests out the various stress levels and adequate material amounts, as well as function, for each types of Pokemon they don't have in their registry. Sure, the process is a bit involved and a little personal-space invading, but it's like a trip to the docs...don't like it, but generally you'll feel better with the results. In this case, it's custom-fitted padding for a poke-bottom heh.
Yeah. I wonder how designs come into the equation, like the custom made posion bubble/flame ones the fire-posion lizard has, if I remember correctly.
You mean Sol? Oh, well that's generally based on Pokemon types. Fire ones are naturally fire-resistant (though even more so, considering diapers are already a bit resistant), water ones are sealed (somehow...) to prevent outside flow-in....
Sol, however, was the first Salandit to be in Poke' Poof's registery, and because that pokemon is so far the ONLY Pokemon with those shared types (Poison/Fire), his custom ones are unique. Generally it helps to tell onlookers too, in some cases, the type of Pokemon that is near them. Some people are generally cautious around Poison types at first for example.
Sol, however, was the first Salandit to be in Poke' Poof's registery, and because that pokemon is so far the ONLY Pokemon with those shared types (Poison/Fire), his custom ones are unique. Generally it helps to tell onlookers too, in some cases, the type of Pokemon that is near them. Some people are generally cautious around Poison types at first for example.
I have a similar brand, named TypePoofs, also considering types, but based on the Pokemon on the diaper itself and the wearer of the diaper.
It's been a rough month, but I got back to these characters and it made it easier to deal with. I love how the world is expanding and hope people enjoy the experience as much as I do.
Haven't seen S2 yet, but to be compared to Demon Slayer, even a little is kind of an honor heh.
This story is extremely wholesome, and you maintained a publishable format and quality standard! I'm really impressed with this, and would have no quarrels with reading this to it's eventual end, whenever you decide that'd be.
Thank you very much for clarifying, and I am happy that you are enjoying this series.
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