(This story is a sequel to “Demoted To DIapers”. Said story will be in the description, and if you haven’t already, I strongly suggest giving that a read as well.)
The beginnings of a brand new day manifest as the morning sun makes its ascent, but not even its luminous rays are capable of disrupting Katie’s deep slumber; nestled in the familiar comforts of her star-patterned blankets and her magenta colored pajamas, the Espeon remains fast asleep, sporting a satisfied smile all the while, feeling optimistic about the day that awaits her when she wakes up. After several more minutes and the eventual opening of her eyes, Katie sits up and stretches her arms before energetically bouncing out of her bed, eliciting a loud crinkle from the thick diaper slightly peeking out of her pajama bottoms. The Espeon giggles and lightly pats her padded bottom in response to the silly sound, amused by the continued noises of rustling and crinkling; while not entirely accustomed to her demotion to diapers, Katie no longer despised the crinkly garment wrapped around her waist at the very least, even if it didn’t fit in her ideal image of the big kid, and so the four year old figures she can have a little fun in her padded state. With a happy waggle of her tail, Katie then leaves her bedroom without giving her potty chart a cursory glance, knowing that she doesn’t have to worry about that for the time being. After heading down stairs, she spots her father flipping some pancakes on a metal pan before placing them onto a plastic plate, prompting her to walk to the kitchen.
“Hi, Daddy!” Katie says as she gives the Meowstic a big hug from behind, being in good spirits after a good night’s rest.
“Good morning to you too, Katie! I was wondering when you’d wake up!” Matthew returns the favor with a big smile and an equally big hug, adding an affectionate kiss on the cheek as well. “You sure slept well, didn’t you, sweetie?”
“Hehe, yea!” the Espeon nods her head and gives her tail another happy shake, her good mood heightened by the pleasant aroma filling the air.
Although, amidst the satisfying scents, Katie’s ears pick up on a silence that’s a lot more apparent than usual, all while her eyes notice the lack of a mother and a certain baby brother.
“Where’d Mommy and Colby go?” she asks.
“We didn’t want to wake you up, dear, and since Mommy had to run some errands for your brother, she figured it’d be fun to extend that to a mother-son outing.” the Meowstic replies as a wider smile forms on his face. “Soooo, that means we can have a father-daughter day for ourselves!”
While a little unexpected, Katie is quite happy with such an outcome; with yesterday being full of ups and downs and bringing about a vast range of emotions, but still ending on a good note nonetheless, she certainly liked the prospect of a father-daughter day, an occasion in which she’d be the focal point of a parent’s attention and affection.
“Oooh, okay!” the Espeon excitedly hops up and down in response. “What are we gonna do, Daddy? What are we gonna do?”
“Well, before we get to that, you should eat your breakfast first!” Wouldn’t want to start our day on an empty stomach, right?” the blue-furred cat chuckles and nuzzles Katie’s cheek.
The Espeon nods in agreement and walks to the table before plopping her padded rump onto a vacant seat, smacking her lips as she’s met with a plate of three pancakes lathered with syrup alongside a pink sippy cup with apple juice. For several seconds, she simply stares at the savory sight in front of her, captivated by the stack of soft cakes on her plate, mesmerized by the molasses slowly sliding off the sides of the stack as she remains awestruck by this unfamiliar food.
“Haha, I know those pancakes look lovely, Katie, and I promise they taste just as good!” Matthew says with a little laugh as he sits across from his daughter, placing his own plate of syrup coated pancakes on the table.
“Yea, they look so yummy!” the Espeon excitedly responds, taking in the tasty sight for a few more moments before finally sticking her fork into the stack.
As Katie puts the piece of pancake in her mouth, a wider smile quickly follows suit, savoring its soft and fluffy texture while the flavors of sweet syrup swim around her taste buds.
“Mmmmmmmm!”
Now having gotten a good taste of the beloved breakfast pastry that is the pancake, Katie starts to eat at a faster pace and gets syrup on her face, unaware of the mess she’s making as she swiftly stuffs pieces of pancake in her mouth. Conversely, the blue-furred cat consumes his breakfast in a more restrained manner, already acquainted with its fantastic flavors as he carefully cuts up his pancake into smaller pieces and slowly moves each one to his mouth. After taking a brief pause from his pancake consumption, he looks up at his daughter and quickly takes notice of the syrup on her face, cracking an amused smile at such a silly sight.
“Someone’s got a happy face! And a messy one too!“ says the Meowstic with a playful laugh.
Now noticing a certain stickiness surrounding her face, Katie can’t help but blush in response to this realization, embarrassed over her messy eating for being more similar to the mannerisms of her little brother than that of the big girl she wants to be.
“Awwww, you don’t have to be embarrassed about it, sweetheart! If anything, it makes me happy that you like them so much!” Matthew says before making another remark. “Besides, I was the same way when I was your age!”
“You were?” asks the Espeon.
“Haha, absolutely! When I had pancakes for the first time, I just wanted to drench them in that sweet, sweet, syrup, and that’s exactly what I did!” the Meowstic lets out another laugh in response to this childhood memory. “Oh, the mess my parents had to clean up! I got syrup on the table, on my face, on my cheeks, and even in my hair! They gave me a long bath after breakfast, that’s for sure!”
“Hehehehe, that’s funny!” Katie laughs in response, her initial embarrassment now being drowned out by gleeful giggles.
Along with eliciting lots of laughter, such silly stories remind Katie that she doesn’t need to put so much pressure on herself when it comes to presenting herself as a big girl, that, just like her father as a little boy, she’s allowed to enjoy herself even in ways that don’t adhere to “big kid” decorum. Her face shifting back to a satisfied smile, Katie finishes off the rest of her food with equal enthusiasm, not letting a messy face stop her from indulging in such pancake-filled pleasures as she puts the rest of the pieces into her mouth and washes it down with the contents of her sippy cup. The Espeon expels a content sigh and happily pats her tummy after finishing her breakfast, though she soon takes notice of a certain detail, a streak of syrup on her father’s cheek.
“Hehehe, you’re messy too, Daddy!” Katie says with a laugh, amused by this similarity of syrup-stained faces.
Matthew then notices a sticky sensation on his left cheek, slightly surprised that his careful consumption still yielded some syrup stains, almost as if the little boy he once was had manifested in this moment of messiness. However, this surprise is replaced by an amused smile shortly afterwards, chuckling as he grabs a napkin from a small silver container resting on the table.
“Oh! Looks like I am a little messy!” says the cat as he cleans off his face with a single stroke of the napkin, playfully chuckling again as he looks at his daughter’s significantly sticker face, syrup starting to slide off her cheeks as she sports an adorably silly smile. “Hehe, and it looks like you’re even messier now, Katie! Let’s make that sticky face squeaky clean!”
After standing up and grabbing a washcloth from the kitchen counter, Matthew douses a bit of water on it before walking back to the table and applying the wet cloth on Katie’s face, wiping all around until not a speck of syrup remains.
“There we go! Now that you’re cleaned up, let’s get you dressed up too!” Matthew says as he discards the dirty washcloth.
“Oooh, can I dress myself up, Daddy? Can I?” Katie eagerly asks, wanting to seize any opportunity to show independence.
“Why of course you can, Katie!” the Meowstic responds with an affirmative nod.
With a wide smile on her face, she happily makes her way to her parent’s bedroom, excited at the prospect of picking an outfit for herself as she opens the closet doors. Thinking about what to put on her top half, the Espeon scans the closet’s contents for a few moments, eventually settling on a pink t-shirt with a yellow shooting star sporting a rainbow trail.
“Yea! I wanna wear this one!” Katie says as she takes off her pajama top and replaces it with the shirt in question.
She shakes her tail in satisfaction as she looks down at her attire, quite content with its vibrant, cutesy colors and the stylistic flair of its shooting star design, and the fact she picked it out all by herself made this choice all the more satisfying. Of course, Katie still has another dressing decision to make as she contemplates what to put on her bottom half, a choice that requires additional thought due to the diaper between her legs. Instinctually, she eyes the black sweatpants she wore yesterday, initially gravitating towards clothing that fully covers her crinkly garments. Although, the Espeon is also aware that she has cuter options to choose from, and this causes her eyes to then shift to the indigo skirt, allured by the color that not only coordinates with her pink shirt, but also provides a cute contrast with its darker shade of purple. What seems like a trivial thing to think about proves to prompt pensive thought for the Psychic-type, and it all boils down to how other people may perceive her pampers in public. At first, Katie’s eyes shift back to the black sweatpants, concerned that others will poke fun at her should she choose not to keep her poofy pants concealed. However, as her mind goes back to the previous afternoon at the park, as she acknowledges the abundant kindness of her best friend, she realizes that she shouldn’t put so much stock into what strangers think of her, that no amount of their negative perceptions will break the bonds that matter most.
Now feeling noticeably more empowered from those affirmations, Katie’s eyes move away from the sweatpants, another sign of acceptance towards her crinkly circumstances as she takes off her pajama bottoms and replaces them with the skirt that only partially covers the thick diaper wrapped around her waist and bottom. Before leaving the bedroom, Katie looks in the mirror and smiles back at her reflection, approving of the attire she chose for herself. In fact, as she looks in the mirror for a little bit longer, the Espeon realizes that even her diaper contributes to her cute appearance; the whites of her padding and the black paw print functioning as its wetness indicator end up adding more color variety to the composition of her outfit, all while the yellow ruffles pair quite nicely with the star on the center of her shirt, and the abundance of cuteness emanating from her outfit makes the four year old feel all the more proud for not letting her diapers stand in the way of how she wants to express herself.
“Hehe, I look so pretty!” Katie says with a playful twirl, further affirming that she made the correct clothing choice.
Eager to show Daddy how she dressed herself, Katie bolts out of the bedroom, joyfully giggling while she heads down the stairs and into the living room.
“Daddy, look! I got dressed all by myself!” Katie says as she stands in front of her father, her face beaming with pride all the while.
“Yes you did, and you look so lovely too!” Matthew says as he gives his daughter some affectionate pats on the head. “And, I know something that’ll make you look even lovelier, darling! I’ll be right back!” says the Meowstic as he starts heading upstairs.
Katie excitedly jumps in place while she waits for him to return, wondering how her father plans to add to her already cute appearance. A few moments later, that question is quickly answered as the Meowstic comes back with two bright pink bows in his hands.
“How about a pair of bows to pretty you up?” Matthew says as he adds a bow onto each of Katie’s ears.
“Ooh, I love them, Daddy! I love them!” Katie’s eyes sparkle with joy in response, greatly appreciating the bright pink bows for adding another layer of cuteness to her clothing and for complementing the pink of her shirt.
Equally satisfied with this addition, an expression of abundant joy appears on the father’s face as well, not only because his daughter looked very cute in her set of clothes, but because it so greatly warmed his heart to see her sporting such a happy face.
“Awwww, you are absolutely adorable!” the Meowstic says as he suddenly scoops Katie up and spins her around.
“Hehehehe! Weeeeeeee!”
The girl’s gleeful laughter fills the air while she’s lifted off her feet, greatly enjoying this spontaneous act of being spun around. After a cycle completes, her father gives her a big kiss on the cheek before setting her back down.
“Now then, how about you brush your teeth and get your shoes on so we can get our day started!” Matthew says.
“Okay!” Katie responds with a nod.
Once she makes her way to the bathroom, Katie grabs a yellow toothbrush and douses it with a bit of water, squirting some mint toothpaste on it shortly afterwards. She then gives her teeth a thorough scrubbing, covering every crevice of her mouth and eventually spitting the toothpaste into the sink. With sparkly clean teeth and a minty-breathed mouth, along with adorable attire to boot, Katie is more than ready to start the day as she leaves the bathroom and sits near the front door, quickly putting on a pair of purple shoes and double-knotting each one.
“Daddy! I’m ready!” Katie says as she stands back up.
Footsteps are heard as her father appears from the living room, putting a blue bag over his shoulder before opening the door.
“Well then, it looks like we’re ready to go!” Matthew says as he steps out the door and starts heading to the car.
Katie steps outside and follows her father from behind, taking in the sun’s warm rays and the crisp air of the outdoors while doing so. The excited Espeon then opens the passenger door and climbs into the car, sitting in the middle seat before buckling herself in.
“Alright, we’re gonna head downtown to the shopping district.” Matthew says as he starts the car and begins to drive, turning on some music to pass the time.
Katie happily shakes her body and kicks her feet in response to the music, giggling and laughing while the car makes its way to its destination.
“Well, aren’t you a wiggly girl today?” Matthew laughs as he briefly glances at the front mirror, amused by such silly antics.
The Espeon emanates excitable energy as she continues movin’ and groovin’ to the music, invested in the symphony of sounds as her ears attentively absorb the song’s auditory stimuli, taking in its tempo as her hips sway from side to side in tandem with the upbeat tune, moving the rest of her body as emphatically and expressively as a kid can possibly manage within the confines of a car seat. So intensely immersed in the music, to the point where time itself takes a backseat to her backseat performance, Katie continues to dance long after the car has come to a complete stop, only snapping back to reality once her father turns off the radio.
“I hate to disrupt your dance party, darling, but we’re here!” Matthew says.
Responding with a silent and sheepish smile, Katie then unbuckles her seatbelt and looks out the car window, gazing in awe at the plaza bustling with other Pokémon and being filled to the brim with shops and eateries.
“Wow! This place is huge!” she says she hops out of the car.
“It sure is, sweetie!” the Meowstic says before getting out of the car and extending his hand to the Espeon.
While holding on to her father’s hand, the playful Psychic-type happily skips her way forward, figuring it’d be far more enjoyable than the simple act of walking.
“So, what are we gonna do, Daddy, huh? What are we gonna do?” Katie eagerly asks, her skirt bobbing up and down while she skips.
“Well, we can start by going to the mall and shopping for some clothes. Does that sound good to you, dear?” Matthew says to her.
“Oooh, so I get to play dress up, Daddy?” Katie asks in response, certainly not opposed to some clothes shopping.
“Haha, yes, I suppose that’s one way to put it!” the blue furred cat says with a chuckle.
Pleased by such a prospect, Katie continues to happily skip beside her father, looking around the expansive plaza while doing so. After a few more minutes of walking, they reach the entrance of the mall and step through the automatic sliding door.
“Wow! This place is huge too!” Katie says shortly after stepping inside.
An ecstatic expression appears on her face as her mind takes in this new set of stimuli, awestruck by the sheer size of the expansive edifice alone. Adding to its astounding aspects are the several stores surrounding the mall’s perimeter, and to the unfamiliar four year old, it’s absolutely mind-blowing to fathom a shop containing even more shops to shop in, to think that a single place can contain such a vast amount of variety. As Katie continues to look around the area, her curiosity increasing with each passing moment, she spots all kinds of Pokémon walking from all kinds of directions, and along with providing an ambiance teeming with energy and activity, such sights paint the picture of a large labyrinth ripe for exploration, a place for curious kids like Katie to uncover all kinds of nooks and crannies. To the average individual, it is merely a run of the mill mall, but to to Katie, it’s a world of near infinite possibilities, with so much to do, so much to see, so much t-
PSSSSSSSSSSSSSH!!!
Although, in the midst of imbibing all of this information, Katie fails to notice her apple juice approaching its way out, so caught up in her own curiosity that she isn’t aware of her bladder badly begging to be emptied until its reflexive release snaps her back to reality. For several seconds, a loud hissing sound is heard as she soaks her diaper, its wetness indicator quickly fading in color as Katie’s crinkly garment starts to sag and stain a dark shade of yellow. Katie blushes as her bladder eventually empties, and she can’t help but fear her father getting mad at her for soiling herself so early into their special day. However, as she slowly looks into her father’s eyes, his eyes devoid of derision, his expression sporting nothing beyond the softest of smiles, the child is once again reminded that diaper dependence doesn’t deem her undeserving of love and acceptance, that her family would never get upset over such things.
“Need a change, Katie?” Matthew asks, still maintaining his soft smile even with the addition of a less than pleasant scent of ammonia.
“Mmhm.” Katie responds, her expression now shifting to a slightly relieved smile.
“Ok, let’s find a restroom.” says the Meowstic as he extends his hand to the Espeon once again.
Katie nods and holds Matthew’s hand as the two of them start searching for a restroom, her father’s assurance allowing her to feel no further shame from the soaked diaper sagging between her legs, to the point where not even the repulsed faces of some of the other shoppers seem to phase her. After a couple minutes of walking, they finally find a bathroom and step inside.
“Okay, up you go, Katie!” Matthew says as he lifts her up and lays her on the changing station.
With poise and precision, without any teasing remarks, Matthew undoes the soiled diaper and lifts up Katie’s legs, wiping and powdering her bottom until it’s totally spotless.
“And…done!” the Meowstic then grabs a new diaper and snugly secures it around Katie’s waist.
“Thank you, Daddy!” Katie says with a happy shake of her tail.
“You’re very welcome, dear.” Matthew replies before lifting Katie off the changing station and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Now then, let’s get our little errand done with.”
Katie nods and grabs her father’s hand as they walk out of the restroom and make their way to one of the clothing shops, curiously observing her surroundings once more and eyeing the assortment of clothes around her.
“Alright, let’s see what they’ve got on offer.” Matthew says, walking Katie to the kids section of clothing.
While her father picks out some stuff to try on, Katie continues to spy the racks of clothes surrounding the area, captivated by the variety of colors and designs on display. Amongst all the articles of clothing, the Espeon’s eyes eventually fixate on a red dress with black frills, awestruck by the striking reds paired with the bold blacks, amazed by how pretty it looks.
“Daddy! Daddy! Can I try this on?” Katie asks as she shows her father the dress in question.
“Of course, sweetheart! No harm in expanding your wardrobe even more!” Matthew responds, having now picked out some other clothes for her daughter to try on. “Now then, let’s find ourselves a fitting room. I’ve got some things for you to try on too!”
Katie cracks a wide smile while she follows her father into one of the fitting rooms, extremely excited for an opportunity to dabble in a bit of dress up. After stepping inside, Matthew lays out the extra clothes before picking up an orange skirt and a yellow t-shirt with orange stripes.
“Here, how about you try these first.” says the Meowstic as he hands the clothes to her.
Katie nods and takes off her current attire before replacing it with the new outfit. Getting a good look in the mirror, the Espeon is quite content with the way she looks in those warm colors, very happy to sport a color scheme similar to the bright beauty of the sun itself.
“Oooh! I love these colors, Daddy!” Katie says with a smile.
“As do I, sweetie! They make you radiate like a ray of sunshine!” Matthew adds with a nod of approval.
Katie’s smile widens in response to that comment, for her father was absolutely right, that this outfit made her pop out in the prettiest of ways.
“Hehe, what’s next, Daddy? What do I get to try next?” Katie asks as she eagerly jumps in place.
“This one right here, dear.” Matthew says as he hands her a denim blue overall dress.
Katie swaps outfits and looks back to the mirror, once again satisfied by the sight of her reflection. Even considering the more monochromatic color scheme, even though it wasn't the most extravagant of designs, the kid was still looking quite cute in the simpler sets of attire.
“Cute as a button!” Matthew says before moving on to the final outfit. “Alright, I’ve saved the best for last.” he says as he hands her the dress.
The Espeon excitedly puts on the dress and looks back at the mirror with the widest of smiles, wowed by the way its bold and beautiful appearance makes her look like the prettiest of Pokémon, awestruck by the striking color scheme that makes her stand out in such a sublime manner, and what makes this all the more amazing to the fashionable four year old is that she chose this outfit all on her own. From this time spent in the fitting room, another valuable lesson is reinforced, the lesson that she doesn’t have to worry about diapers making her look stupid when she’s capable of looking cute in any outfit worn with confidence, and that being in diapers doesn’t have to stop her from displaying other qualities of the “big kid”, such as showing independence.
“Wow! That looks wonderful on you! Quite the fashionista, aren’t you, Katie?” Matthew says. “I bet you’re very excited to have this expanded assortment of outfits, huh?”
“Uh huh!” Katie nods and puts her original outfit back on.
The two Psychic-types exit the fitting room and purchase the clothes, leaving the mall once their errand is done. Matthew then takes a brief trip back to the car and places the bag of clothes in the trunk, returning to the mall’s entrance shortly afterwards.
“Now that we’re done with that little shopping trip, what would you like to do next?” Matthew asks her.
“Hmmm….” Katie ponders the question for a bit before eventually coming up with an idea. “Ooh, I wanna look around the town some more!” she says with a wide smile.
“That’s a lovely idea! There’s certainly lots to see around here!” Matthew responds, suddenly having an idea for an even more enjoyable stroll. “Oh, I’ll do you one better, dear! How about a piggyback ride around town?”
Mixed emotions swim around Katie’s mind in response to such a suggestion, conflicted about this otherwise innocuous invitation to hop on her father’s back. Although she can’t deny that the prospect of a piggyback ride is pretty fun, a part of her can’t help but worry that such things steer more on the childish side, that it’s not in line with what “big kids” do given she’s more than capable of walking on her own.
“But, Daddy, I can walk by myself! Piggyback rides are for babies!” Katie defensively responds, thinking her father is trying to treat her like a little kid.
Matthew can’t help but chuckle at her daughter’s sudden defensiveness, attempting to get her to branch out from those narrow minded notions of what it means to be a big kid.
“Haha, Katie, being a big girl isn’t about not doing what little kids like to do!” says the blue-furred cat.
“But I don’t see big kids getting piggyback rides from their parents.” replies the Espeon.
“Maybe so, but that doesn’t mean you suddenly have to stop liking them!’ Matthew says with another chuckle. “Let me tell you something, sweetheart. Being a big kid isn’t about not drinking from baby bottles or not getting piggyback rides from your parents. Heck, I wouldn’t even say being a big kid is about getting out of diapers.”
Although Katie has come to accept that staying in diapers isn’t the worst thing in the world, she’s still quite confused by the claim that getting out of them isn’t actually the gateway to becoming a big kid. Because none of her other four year old friends were wearing diapers, friends unequivocally considered to be big kids, Katie can’t understand why she’d be an exception to this unwritten rule, her mind still clinging on to such simple-minded distinctions between babies and big kids. On top of this, all of the ads for the training pants she once wore were dead set on the idea that diapers and big kids are as incompatible as oil and water, that being potty trained is how someone breaks free from the role of the baby and blossoms to that beloved role of the big kid, and so such deviations from the dictums drilled into Katie’s consciousness are quick to confound her.
“Huh? What do you mean, Daddy?” says the Psychic-type.
“What I mean is that being a big kid isn’t about what you wear or what you like to do. It’s about how you act.” the cat clarifies. “I’ve met people who don’t treat others kindly, people who don’t want to do the right thing, people who care for nobody but themselves, and they’re not any more mature just because they don’t wear diapers anymore.”
Matthew then looks at his daughter with an affectionate smile, allowing her to take in those words before continuing to speak.
“Katie, your mother and I couldn’t care less that we’re still changing your diapers. All we care about is that you grow up to be a girl who knows right from wrong, someone who is kind and willing to help others, and those kinds of life skills are what’ll truly make you a big kid.”
As those words of wisdom continue to sink in, Katie’s confusion slowly subsides, eventually confirming the logic behind such statements to be sound and simple; the Espeon realizes that all her father is telling her is that being a good person is of greater importance than getting out of diapers, and at least in this moment, that’s an idea she can get behind. Now having these new insights to work with, Katie is bewildered by these additional avenues to becoming a big kid, amazed to learn that the potty isn’t the end-all and be-all of big kid status. Although, even with this recent revelation, more questions arise from the inquisitive kid, eager to learn more about those “life skills” her father mentioned.
“Ooh, I wanna learn all those life skill thingies! How do I do that, Daddy?” Katie quickly asks.
“You’re already on the right track, sweetie! Curiosity is one crucial life skill to have!” Matthew says as he gives her an affectionate pat on the head. “Anywho, I’ve talked your ear off for long enough, but that piggyback ride is still up for offer, you know!”
“Yea! I wanna do that!” Katie says as she extends her arms towards her father, more than happy to accept this opportunity following the valuable lesson that was learned.
“Alright then!” Matthew picks Katie up and rests her legs on his shoulders. “Ready?”
“Mmhm!” she nods and rests her hands on the back of her father’s head.
Katie smiles as Matthew starts walking, appreciative of the vantage point from atop her father’s back, glad that she’s able to relax and reserve her energy while the Meowstic does all the moving around, fascinated by the vast amounts of shops and buildings surrounding the perimeter of the plaza, On top of this, the sheer amount of different Pokémon in town is of great interest to her, whether it be adults conversing over a nice lunch, adolescents having an outing with their respective friend groups, or young children roaming around without a care in the world. All of this is a marvelous sight to the Espeon, but after a few more minutes, something else catches her eye, a pastel colored ice cream shop with outdoor tables occupied by others taking advantage of this warm day.
“Daddy! Daddy! Can we get some ice cream?” Katie asks while pointing at the ice cream shop.
“Hm?” Matthew looks to where she’s pointing. “Oh! Sure thing, sweetheart, so long as you don’t spoil your appetite.” Matthew says as he sets her back down.
The two Psychic-types then enter the ice cream shop, the pleasant sounds of chimes welcoming their presence as they open the door. Also welcoming the father and daughter is a Glaceon in a dark blue uniform, greeting them with a warm smile.
“Welcome! What would you two like today?” she asks.
“A single scoop of strawberry in a cup, please.” Matthew responds, quick to decide on what he wants.
“Okay, a scoop of strawberry for you!” the Glaceon jots that down on a yellow notepad before looking at Katie. “And what would you like?”
A far cry from the swift decisiveness of her father, Katie walks up to the glass barrier separating the ice cream and presses her face into it, looking from side to side for several seconds as she ponders what flavor to pick.
“Hehe, there’s a lot of flavors to choose from, yea?” the Ice-type says, chuckling at the silly sight. “You take as much time as you need!”
So many flavors available, but only one scoop to settle on. What to do? What to do? Katie’s eyes start to fixate on the pretty pinks of strawberry, considering picking the same flavor as her father. However, just as quickly, her eyes stare at the vibrant rainbow sherbet, captivated by its multi-colored combinations. Suddenly shifting away from the spectrum of fruity flavors, she then starts thinking about the gray colored goodness that is cookies and cream, an amazing combination of the smooth and crunchy with its augment of cookie chunks. Still unable to decide, she soon sets her sights on the reliable vanilla, the classic chocolate, and the-
PFFFFFFFFFT!!!
Flatulence abruptly disrupts such thoughts of flavor selection, with Katie being so immersed in the immense amounts of ice cream in front of her that she fails to pick up on the presence of a big pressure from down below until it unexpectedly hits her, so caught up in deciding between the flavors of fruits, vanillas, and chocolates that Katie doesn’t realize she’s about to make “chocolate” of her own until her bowels so loudly beg for their release. Despite knowing she doesn’t have to preoccupy herself with the potty, she reflexively darts her eyes from side to side in search for a restroom, but not even a few seconds later, the Espeon feels an exponential increase in pressure as her big breakfast amplifies its pleas to be pushed out.
“Hnnnnng….mmmmmph!” Katie instinctively squats and starts to grunt, having no choice but to put her plans for a tasty treat on pause in order to address this pressure.
PFFFFFT! BRAAAAAP! PBLOOOORP!!
More boisterous noises boom from Katie’s bowels before multiple mounds of mess pile into her pampers, causing them to slump down to her feet and prominently bulge from the back. The deed is done a few moments later, but she starts to feel a lingering sense of shame over profusely pooping herself in a public setting, over dropping a big stink bomb in the ice cream shop, even if she knew deep down that it wasn’t her fault. However, as she slowly looks back up at the employee, a smile still remains on her face, free of judgment.
“The restroom is over to the left.” the Glaceon says as she looks at Matthew, looking back at Katie a few moments later. “In the meantime, you keep thinking about what flavor you want, okay?”
As Katie’s embarrassment fades away, she realizes that the employee has a point, that there is in fact some silver lining to suddenly dropping a deuce in her diapers.
“Okay!” Katie nods and smiles back, now feeling noticeably happier in spite of the big and stinky load in her pants.
“Alright, now let’s get you changed, cutie pie.” Matthew picks Katie up and affectionately nuzzles her cheek, not showing any derision towards changing dirtier diapers.
After entering the restroom and laying Katie on the changing station, Matthew takes the needed supplies out of the diaper bag and quickly gets to work as he undoes the dirty diaper, liberally wiping and powdering her bottom until it’s completely clean.
“Almost done!” Matthew says as he takes out a new diaper and slides it under Katie’s legs, snugly securing it around her waist and bottom and dumping the dirty one into the trash shortly afterwards. “And…done!”
The Meowstic then lifts her daughter back up and gives her newly diapered bottom a gentle pat, with the Espeon gratefully smiling as she’s set back down.
“So, have you decided on your sweet treat, sweetheart?” Matthew asks.
“Yea!” Katie replies, having put that extra time to good use.
After stepping out of the restroom, the employee welcomes their return with another soft smile, holding a strawberry ice cream cone in one hand.
“Your scoop of strawberry, sir.” says the Glaceon, handing it to Matthew before looking back at Katie. “Know what you want now, young lady?”
“Yea! I want a scoop of chocolate in a cone!” the Espeon excitedly states.
“Let’s not forget our manners, sweetheart.” Matthew interjects with a chuckle.
“Oh! I want a scoop of chocolate in a cone, pleeeeease!” she says with a wider smile.
“Coming right up!” the Glaceon says as she doles out a scoop, handing the cone to Katie a few moments later.
“Thank you very much.” Matthew then pays for the ice cream.
“Yea! Thank you!” Katie adds.
“It’s my pleasure! Have a great rest of your day!” the employee cheerfully responds.
Once they leave the shop, Matthew spots a vacant set of benches in the distance, an ideal spot to enjoy their tasty treats.
“How about we sit over there and eat our ice cream. Sound good?” the blue-furred cat suggests.
“Yea yea!” Katie replies with an affirmative nod, holding his hand as they walk to the location in question.
After Matthew takes a seat, Katie plops her bottom onto the bench, eliciting a loud crinkle and a big burst of powder. She stares at the delectable delight in front of her, extremely eager to get a taste of this treat, though not just because of how undeniably delicious it looks; along with being a sweet treat to supplement this beautiful day, Katie sees the ice cream cone as a well-deserved reward for the lessons that have been learned, for not only becoming more accustomed to the diapers she once viewed with deep disgust, but, more importantly, for realizing there’s so much more to being a big kid than ditching said diapers. Excitedly, the Espeon gives her ice cream lots of licks, her taste buds swimming in a splendid sea of sweet and satisfying flavors, reveling in the rich and creamy goodness of chocolate in frozen form. Amidst the consumption of this cold confectionery, globs of ice cream splatter onto her shirt and drip onto the front of her diaper, but it’s not until she chows down on the crunchy waffle cone that Katie notices the mess she made. However, this time around, there is no embarrassment to be felt, no sense of shame whatsoever.
“I’m done, Daddy!” Katie says, staring at her father with a sticky face.
Matthew looks back after finishing off his frozen treat, finding such a silly sight to be the perfect way to cap off this father-daughter day.
“Hah, now there’s another happy face, and a messy one as well.” Matthew says with a hearty laugh as grabs a wipe from his bag and wipes off her face. “Now then, are you ready to head back home? Your mother and brother should be back by now.”
“Uh-huh! I’m ready!” Katie says as she stands back up, holding her father’s hand as they head back to the car.
And so, as this outing comes to a close, Katie looks back on everything she learned today, both from her own realizations and the advice from her father, amazed at all the insights acquired in the short span of a single afternoon. No longer giving potty proficiency any thought for the time being, now knowing that being a big kid doesn’t center around the crinkly garment wrapped around her waist, the Espeon now has her sights set on learning those life skills her father alluded to, a form of maturity that transcends checkmarks on a potty chart, a-
SPLOOOOOORTCH!!!
A stinky mass abruptly dumps into her diaper amidst all of this self-reflection, her bowels still having a bit of breakfast to unload as a noticeable lump protrudes from her poofy pants. Katie looks down at her diaper with slight surprise after suddenly dropping that load, now noticing it completely peeking out of her skirt as it droops down to her knees, but once that moment passes, she pays her poopy padding no mind, instead referring to what her father had told her not too long ago.
“Katie, your mother and I couldn’t care less that we’re still changing your diapers. All we care about is that you grow up to be a girl who knows right from wrong, someone who is kind and willing to help others, and those kinds of life skills are what’ll truly make you a big kid.”
An exciting excursion of family fun, many opportunities for understandings once undeciphered, all of which wonderfully wrap up this father-daughter day in diapers.
End
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