With no forecasts featuring any rain, it’s only natural the skies show no hesitation in showing their light blue beauty! With the afternoon’s arrival, it only makes sense the sun capitalizes on such clear conditions and shines its warm light onto all! With such lovely weather welcoming them, it’s only inevitable several families find themselves spending their days in the great outdoors!
Our story is then set where said outdoor outings have further fun to offer, none other than the park, of course! The laughter of little ones livens things up as Pokémon of all types play with swings, seesaws, sandboxes, and so much more, and while so much stimuli may seem so disorderly, even all of this activity is simply the natural order of things. After all, in this paradise of play teeming with playful tots, such noisy shenanigans are nothing but normal!
And now, the padded protagonist makes their appearance! Sporting bright yellow bows on her ears, a yellow t-shirt with an orange smiling sun on the center, yellow velcro shoes, and white pampers prettied by flower patterns, as tykes of this type are always the cute and coordinated kind, a Sylveon then toddles her way onto the play structure. Cracking a wide smile, the girl gleefully giggles as she steps up to the slide, for what kid wouldn’t be all smiles at the slide that makes a simple sloped surface into such a speedy thrill ride?
GUUUUUUUURGLE!!!
Suddenly, the Fairy-type is faced with a familiar feeling as her smiling face shifts to surprise, but neither does this disruption from down below turn away from the typical. Sporting the signature attire of several youngsters, the Pokémon’s pamps prove it’s perfectly normal to poop her pants once such pressure appears. And so, promptly popping a squat, she assumes the pose commonplace for kids donning diapers.
“Mmmmph….mmmmph…”
Although the sounds of the Sylveon’s strained grunts stand out from all the giggling and laughing, neither child nor adult are alarmed by a two year old making number two, allowing the park’s playful vibes to persist while the baby girl does business as usual.
PBLAAAAAART!!!…SLUMP!
With the Sylveon simply pushing what needs to be pushed, simply using her pampers for their purpose, as always her diaper dutifully handles her deposits and smoothly shifts to a saggier and lumpier look. The deed now done, nature has taken its course and all is still normal even as a stinky diaper slumps down to the toddler’s knees.
However, while something has yet to stray from the ordinary, her maturing mind now attuned to some self awareness, the Sylveon doesn’t see it the same way. Although she’s yet to preoccupy herself with the potty, although nobody has ever gotten mad about her doing what’s common for a kid of her continence, a scarlet blush appears on her face as her excrement now elicits embarrassment.
“Ewwwwww…” she says with derision.
Following the Fairy-type’s remark, her cringing face accentuates such reasons for repulsion. Her senses having sharpened since infancy, no longer oblivious to her own odors, the stench makes the Sylveon feel shame for making stinkies, prompting her to perceive pooping as a problem purely for not being pretty. Being a Fairy-type tot who takes pride in such prettiness, the fact she produced such foul smelling substances feels oh so wrong to the Sylveon, and now the kid who encapsulates cuteness, the kid compared to sugar, spice, and everything nice, decries her body for un-adorably dumping doo doo into her diaper.
Unfortunately, it’s not solely the smell of her poopies that makes the Fairy-type feel less pretty, for the several other traits of the tot’s turds further solidify such sentiments. Poutily looking down at her loaded diaper, the way its saggy and lumpy state steals the spotlight from the pretty flowers on her once pristine padding only makes the girl more peeved about pooping as her emotions escalate to both embarrassment and anger.
Desperate to salvage something from this situation as she dares to discover what’s actually in her diaper, upon pulling open the back, the Sylveon sadly realizes the sights only get less lovely as she peeks at the poop piled in her pants. While she loves the pinks of her ears and tail for their cutesy color, while she welcomes the yellows and oranges of her clothes for making her adorable appearance shine bright for all to see, and while she even appreciates the plain whites of her pampers for making their flowery patterns more pronounced, she’s got nothing sweet to say for the smelly solids inside. Seeing nothing but a bunch of browns, a color that doesn’t come close to complementing her cute and coordinated style, the diaper-clad kid considers this further proof there’s nothing right about her body’s rancid release.
And, as if those sights and smells don’t give the girl enough reason to loathe her unloading, the way the baggage of her bowels replaces the sublime softness of her diaper with a messy mishmash of squishy and lumpy sensations does nothing to deter the disgust she feels from her daily defecation. A frown forming on her face, the dirty deed met with indifference as an infant now feels like a cardinal sin to the slightly more mindful kid, but amidst the Fairy-type feeling so self-conscious over this stinky staple of little kid life, a certain narrator chips in.
“Awwww, why the long face, little one?” asks a familiar feminine sounding voice.
“Eep!”
Startled by the narrator’s sudden presence, not eased one bit by their soft and assuring tone as her blush intensifies, the Sylveon does all she can to conceal her full diaper from this faceless newcomer as she puts her hands over her poopy pamps.
“Whoops! Sorry to scare you!” they say with a soft chuckle before asking the question again. “Now, what’s got you so sad, sweetheart?”
Feeling they can be trusted as the narrator continues addressing the kid with caring and affectionate words, the little girl lowers her guard and puts her pooped pants back in plain sight, but her guilt doesn’t decline over the deed she deems so detestable.
“Poo poo…” says the Sylveon as she points at the protrusions further reminding her of all the stinky stuff she just made, and simply saying that potty word is enough to elicit more embarrassment for its lack of elegance.
“Awwww, I know going poo poo doesn’t seem so pretty.” the narrator softly says, empathizing with the Sylveon’s stance before happily inviting her to widen that view of the world. “But, what if I told you there’s nothing wrong with that at all?”
The Sylveon’s shame soon shifts to curiosity, but even as her blush fades away, a raised eyebrow shows skepticism to such an idea. Although the padded Pokémon would love to be pardoned for pooping herself, she can’t shake off the thought she’s done something wrong.
“Huh?” is all the Sylveon can say as she tries to make sense of these two totally different ideas, prompting the narrator to playfully chuckle at her adorably innocent ignorance.
“Haha, yes, I know it seems strange, but it’s perfectly normal! All petit Pokémon poop their pants!” they cheerfully say.
Although an obvious fact to many, to the two year old tot who’s not only starting to get a sense of what happens in her own body, but what happens in this whole wide world around her, such a statement makes her eyes widen with wonder.
“Hehehe! Dey do?” she then asks with a giggle, for the Fairy-type can’t help but be pleased by how the alliterating announcer makes pooping sound more pretty.
“Awwww, now there’s a happy face!” says the narrator, glad to lift the little one’s mood and set a positive tone to their pedagogical purpose. “It’s true! Just like you, every cutie pie’s gotta poo poo! I’ll show you!”
Feeling very validated to be called cute despite the dirty deed she did in her diaper, the self-imposed stigma of her stinkies now softened by the speaker’s playful and positive prose, the toddler shows excitement to what the speaker has to offer.
“Okay!” says the Sylveon with a nod.
To show this stinky truth applies to every type of tot, the focus makes its first shift to none other than the Normal-type as the shot moves from the play structure to the sandbox.
Pat…Pat…Pat
Donning a plain white diaper alongside a dark blue shirt and shoes of that same color, a Minccino is seen building a sand castle whose crude composition is offset by all the heart and soul he’s putting into this playground project as his tiny hands eagerly apply the finishing touches and his wide smile and swiftly shaking tail show all the fun he’s having with his maturing motor skills.
Scoop…Scoop…Scoop…
Unconcerned that much better castles can be made, more than happy to let her little brother take the lead, a Buneary in blue overalls and purple sneakers supplies all the sand for the baby builder, satisfied to play this supporting role that allows her younger sibling to foster skills of coordination and creative thinking in such fun and simple ways.
BRAAAAAAAP!!!
But, before the castle’s completely built, a pressure building below boisterously announces its arrival and the Minccino’s tail suddenly stops its snappy movements. The little chinchilla stands still for a few seconds and sports a slightly shocked face, but the bunny is unfazed by her brother’s bowels, well aware such sounds simply signal the same deeds done when she was still in diapers six months prior. And so, while his big sister keeps scooping sand knowing all is still normal, the boy squats like he always does and prepares to poop.
“See? It’s the norm for Normal-type tots to poop, and there’s no need telling them that’s normal!” says the narrator as the kid starts scrunching his face. “When there’s pressure below, they know it’s gotta go!”
“Mmmmmph!”
PBLOORP! SLUMP!
Swiftly following the speaker’s silly rhymes is the gray-furred fella grunting and pushing as he makes a mound of mess in his diaper, causing it to sag to his knees as the stinky solid settles. Sighing in relief, his boom boom doesn’t bring any doom or gloom as he gets right back to his sand castle with that same smile. His big sister accentuating nothing’s amiss, she simply acknowledges her sibling’s stink in the sandbox with a light laugh, for the four year old’s still young enough to appreciate the potty humor provided by her diaper-clad kin.
Transitioning to the next type, the scene then shifts to a Scorbunny sporting an orange shirt and skirt alongside orange velcro shoes and a diaper adorned with orange ruffles. Happily hopping across a hopscotch board, a bunny like her is bound to have fun with anything that has her hopping around!
“Hehehehe!”
Gleefully giggling as she stomps both feet on the first pair of squares, the spectator smiling back at the Scorbunny is not her mommy or daddy, but a fiery first grader, a Flareon rocking a black shirt and gray shorts alongside black shoes with white and double-knotted laces.
Although the boy had made this hopscotch board with his own playtime in mind, although he was the one who carefully crafted it with colored chalk and aptly applied his counting skills to add the numbers the game is known for, wanting to show maturity through the maxim of “sharing is caring”, he’s happy to let the tot who likes hopscotch lots take some turns at her request regardless of the fact she’s a stranger.
Hop! Stomp!
And so, while the Flareon feels like a big kid for applying the life skills his schooling has shown him, the little Scorbunny gets to play her favorite game on this warm and beautiful day.
Hop! Stomp! Hop! Stomp!
However, amidst such laughter and lightheartedness, heaviness halts hopscotch and the girl gets that feeling down below, but the Scorbunny who’s no stranger to making stinkies makes no big deal about her destined dump as she bends her knees.
PFFFFT! FRRRRT! BLOOORT!!
Popping a squat on the numbered squares, the trigger happy bowels of the hippity-hoppity tot warn the older boy of another kind of number. But, as an aspiring scholar of life skills, he knows that mocking a little kid for their lack of continence doesn’t come close to kindness, and so the Flareon warmly smiles amidst the mess about to be made.
“Those little Fire-types also have lots of diapers to fill, but you’ll find they’re quite fond of that!” the speaker says as the toddler tenses up. “For those little fellas who love to stay warm, pooping their pants is a warm welcome to such warmth!”
“Mmmmph….mmmmmph….”
BLOOOORT!! PBLAAAAART!!! SLUMP!
As she strains and grunts, several poopies pile into her pampers, causing them to peek past her skirt and droop down to her knees. Following a dopey sigh, the Scorbunny’s smile widens, for even if she saw stigma in her stinkies like the Sylveon, the warmth derived from the dumps in her diaper would make the Fire-type feel just fine. Even the Flareon who never expected dirty diapers to be a part of his day feels just as fine, for although the little girl’s poofy pants look like they’re crowded with lumps of coal, he knows there’s nothing naughty about a kid in diapers doing their business. In fact, the boy now sees a boon from the baby bunny’s boom booms for allowing him to do another nice thing.
“Let’s find your mommy and daddy so they can change your diaper.” he says as he gently holds the toddler’s hand.
“Okay!” says the smelly Scorbunny with a nod, finding it hard not to trust the kid who so kindly shared his hopscotch board.
Even with this delay in play, warm smiles don’t wane from neither the Scorbunny nor the Flareon. Accentuating how she has no problem with pooping herself, the little girl gleefully giggles and segues into playful skipping, welcoming this walk for letting her enjoy extra warmth a little longer while her diaper swings and sways from the cutesy coordination on display. Equally unopposed to the pampers packed with poop, the grade schooler is glad this dirty deed as given him the chance to do good deeds that’ll definitely make his parents proud.
Now getting a look at the park’s grassy fields, the next scene sets its sights on a Snivy donning a denim dress and a diaper, a Grass-type tyke simply enjoying what nature has on show. With the blades of grass softly stroking her feet as she toddles along the terrain, with the sun’s rays being just the right warmth to make her time at the park more pleasing, all while a couple of butterflies make the clear blue skies more captivating as they give the baby girl a brief hello, it’s no surprise she sports such a satisfied smile.
“Ooooooh! Pwetty!”
Upon spotting a pleasant surprise sprouting from the grass, simple satisfaction blossoms into unbridled joy as the petit plant snake sees a sunflower. Bedazzled by its bright yellow beauty as her eyes widen with wonder, her amazement is only amplified by its pretty arrangement of petals as she lowers herself to get a better look. But, before the tot can pick up that pretty plant, she’s met with a second surprise that’s a little less pleasant.
BLOORT!…SLUMP!
The bent position setting off her sensitive bowels, the Snivy lightly gasps as her tail hikes up and a squishy solid suddenly dumps into her diaper, causing it to slightly sag and further peek out from her dress. Her surprise swiftly subsiding upon realizing there’s still more pressure to be purged, she then places her hands on her knees before bending further forward and sticking out her slightly stinky tush.
“And you bet those Grass-type girls and boys are always answering nature’s call! They’re fine with not smelling fruity and flowery all the time, y’know!”
As the snake’s scrunched up face and slowly swishing tail signal the dump about to be done, the narrator makes another remark regarding her relationship with the dirty deed.
“Besides, no Grass-type’s gonna fret over more fertilizer!”
“Mmmph…..mmmmmmph…”
PFFFFFT! FRRRRRT!! BLOOOORP!!!…SLUUUUMP!
Flatulence is followed by the toddler’s tail hiking back up as she fills her diaper with several more solids, causing the crinkly garment to become larger and lumpier as it hardly hangs above her feet. Sighing and smiling once she’s all done, unbothered by the big mess she just made, the Snivy’s focus shifts from one facet of nature to the next as she picks up the sunflower.
SMOOOOOSH!!!
Proving the speaker’s previous point, the Grass-type girl sits down to get a better look at the lovely plant, happy to enjoy the fertilizing feel of her full diaper while focusing on the flower in question.
CRINKLE! CRINKLE! CRINKLE!
While the Snivy and the grassy setting are still a part of the scene, a new type of tot toddles into the shot, a Poipole donning nothing but his diaper. Although drawn to the little girl precisely because of her poopy pampers, even the kid who favors the filthy over the flowery is also quite captivated by the sunflower in the Snivy’s hands.
“Ooooh! Pwetty fwowah! I wanna see! I wanna see!” says the padded Poison-type with a wide smile as he points at the pretty plant.
“Hehehe! Okay!” the Grass-type nods her head and hands the flower to him.
Staring at the flower with a wide smile, the Poipole is just as appreciative of its bright colors, content to get a good look at its beauty before handing it right back.
“Hewe ya go!”
GUUUUUUUURGLE!!!
Naturally, it’s not long until he’s gotta go, but of course, this fella’s more than used to frequently filling his pants. Popping a squat hardly a second after that heavy feeling forms, the kid is clearly candid about his pooping penchants.
“Oh, and those Poison-type tots? They’re the poster kids for poo poo, and they sure aren’t ashamed of it!” the narrator playfully states as the Poipole scrunches up his face.
“Hehehe! You gonna poo poo!” the Snivy says shortly before the Poison-type poops, completely fine with what’s about to unfold while she casually picks at sunflower petals.
“Mmmmmph!”
PBLOOOOOORP!!!…SLUMP!
All it takes is a single grunt for the boy to push a big pile of poop into his pants, his diaper just as saggy as the Snivy’s as it hardly hovers above the ground.
“Woaaaaah!”
Assuming an awestruck expression, the smelly snake is impressed by the boy making that big of a stinky in seconds as she puts her petal picking on pause, giggling and clapping her hands like he just did a messy magic trick.
“Mmmmmph!”
Still having some more to unload, the stinky show goes on as he grunts again, giving the girl quite an exciting encore!
PBLAAAAART!!!…SLUMP!
And so another push prompts another poo poo, the Poipole’s diaper now drooping down to the ground as he exhales a dopey sigh. Contrasting the boy’s relaxed body is the girl’s animated applause and lively laughter, for it’s only normal that someone so easily pleased by potty humor would find such pooping propensities so spectacular.
“Yaaay! Yaaay! Dat was awesome!” says the Snivy with a wide smile.
Raising an eyebrow, the Poison-type is perplexed by the toddler’s applause, confused by what she sees so special about something so standard to him, especially given he’s made much bigger messes before. But, never one to complain over praise, the Poipole accepts the compliment anyways.
“Hehehe! Tank you!”
SMOOOOOOSH!!!
Soon sitting across the little snake in his prominently pooped diaper, something the Snivy sees as a throne to be awed and admired, the two toddlers then pick sunflower petals together as adorable laughter fills the air. With friendships officially forged by full diapers, with both babies better understanding each other, the Poipole further appreciates the flora Grass-types are fond of while the Snivy sees the stinker tendencies of Poison-types in a more positive light. Emphasizing the wholesome scene is a shot of two parents sitting on a bench and smiling without a shred of dread over what their kids have done in their diapers, with the Lilligant on the left loving that her little girl has made a friend and the Nidoking sitting on the other side glad his son has done the same.
Shifting to significantly less sedentary pursuits, but still staying on the grassy terrain, the shot then sets its sights on a Jolteon wearing a red shirt and velcro shoes of said color alongside a diaper with baby blue stripes as its pattern.
“Hehehe! Chase me! Chase me!”
Showing the signature speed and energy of Electric-types, the tyke who’s in the mood for tag rowdily runs around the area as his gleeful giggles follow suit. As for the one who must chase this lively little boy, it’s not his Electric-type caretakers that can often keep up, but rather a Normal-type who now finds herself losing footraces to two year olds, an Audino babysitting this bolty bundle of joy.
“I’m gonna get ya! I’m gonna get ya!”
Although the smiling sitter is simply saying that to be playful, with sweat dripping down her face and her distance from the diaper-clad kid growing by the second, she knows that couldn’t be further from the truth, that she’d need a miracle to tag that lightning fast fella.
“Hehehehe-
BRAAAAAAAAAP!!!
Fortunately, she’s set to get that miracle in a rather messy manner. Although his bowels have started their engines, such a lack of continence forces the kid to come to a grinding halt and address that growing pressure.
“Huff…huff…You’re a speedy little guy, but it looks I’ve finally got-
Initially assuming the shortening gap was from the toddler getting tired, upon seeing the Jolteon popping a squat, the Audino aptly realizes it’s only because her little speedster is about to be a little stinker.
“Yes, even those Electric always on the go gotta go poo poo!” the narrator says before the boy starts to push.
“Mmmmph….mmmmph….mmmmph!”
PFFFFFT!…BRAAAAAP!!…BLAAAAAAART!!!…SLUUUUMP!
For quite a few seconds, the two year old dumps all his number twos into his diaper, prompting many protrusions in his poofy pants as his loads make a lumpy bulge lowered past his knees.
“Phew…”
Following his relieved sigh, the Audino then checks the kid’s diaper to see the damage done. With the boy’s bowels leaving a lot lurking down below, with all that poop he pushed into his pampers, even a novice sitter would know the toddler needs a new diaper right now. But, for the babysitter who’s more perceptive of the Jolteon’s penchant for play, she jumps to a different conclusion.
“All done, dear?” she asks in a sing-song voice as she looks at the little boy.
“Uh huh! Uh huh!” the Jolteon responds with energetic jumping in place, promptly
back to his playful self after depositing all of his doo doo.
Smiling back at the boy, she figures it’s only fair for the toddler to get his turn as the tagger before addressing his dirty diaper.
“Then….tag! You’re it!” she says as she gives the boy a playful boop on the nose.
Rather than calling foul play to be tagged so shortly after making stinkies, the Jolteon jumps at the chance at play not delayed by a diaper change as the tot quickly chases his temporary caretaker.
“And besides, poo poo sure won’t stop their playful self!” the speaker adds as the kid runs around with a wide smile, clearly not stopping for the saggy and stinky diaper swaying between his legs.
While the Electric-type approves of his poopy pants for providing near seamless shifts back to play, even at the cost of some compromised mobility, the not so athletic Normal-type appreciates the boy’s boom booms for providing a more even playing field for their fun times. Of course, it’s only a matter of time until…
“I gotcha! I gotcha!” the Jolteon boisterously boasts as he wraps his arms around the Audino’s left leg.
With full diapers allowing the babysitter to get an even better picture of the two year old’s astounding athleticism, in celebration of this feat, she scoops the little boy off his feet and playfully spins him around, eliciting lots of laughter from the Electric-type loves to move around in all kinds of ways.
“Wow! You’re so good at this game, buddy! Such a little speedster! Yes you are! Yes you are!” she says amidst lots of affectionate nuzzling, causing more cute laughter from the kid.
Pat…Pat…Pat
Lightly patting the toddler’s tush, the many lumps in his diaper further confirm the kid made quite the mess for his provisional parent. But, knowing that’s exactly what she signed up for, knowing that changing the Jolteon’s diapers is just a part of the job, the Audino sees no reason to let poo poo prompt repulsion.
“Peeyew, and quite the big stinker too!” she adds with another playful boop on the nose, getting more gleeful giggles from the Electric-type tyke. “Diaper change time, dearie!” she then adds in her sing-song voice.
Although the energetic child often isn’t a fan of the stillness of such trips to the changing station, if the adult’s bubbly and playful actions have anything to say, he’s still in for so much fun, and so the boy nuzzles his babysitter back as booms booms make for more bonding moments.
Now taking a break from the grassier backgrounds, the next scene starts with an Oshawott in a diaper with dark blue tapes and seashell symbols walking with the Dewott dad holding his hand as they make their way to the park.
“Woooooooow!”
Upon spotting this paradise of play, the Water-type is wowed by all its amazing attractions as he cracks a wide smile, so awestruck by such sights that he can’t decide what to do first.
PFFFT! FRRRRT!
But fortunately for the indecisive kid in diapers, his body’s sudden signals suggest making doo doo is what to do first, something the Oshawott soundly agrees with as he starts to squat.
“Mmmmph….mmmmph…”
As strained grunts confirm his little guy’s gotta poop, the father only finds relief from the toddler’s rancid road to relief as he cracks a content smile. Knowing his kid’s quite the super soaker, simply the way of all Water-type tykes, the Dewott is much happier with stinky solids in his son’s diapers over strong streams springing leaks and creating clean-up conundrums that would further compromise this day of father-son fun.
“Water-type tots take quite a liking to liquids, but not even they see a problem with their stinky solids!” the narrator playfully states shortly before the boy unburdens his bowels.
PBLOOOOORP!!…..SLUMP!
His patterned pampers sagging to his knees as a sizable solid settles, the Oshawott sighs in relief seconds later. Smiling not only from the satisfaction of purging that potent pressure into his pants, the seashell symbols sticking around as he looks down at his loaded diaper give him all the more reason to be positive about his poopies, for even the thorough wettings he favors tend to make those fun patterns fade.
“I pooped! I pooped, Daddy!” the Oshawott then shamelessly states as he adorably looks at his dad.
“You sure did, buddy!” the Dewott says just as shamelessly as he scoops up his son and sets him on his shoulders.
And so a stinky scenario once again prompts happy and wholesome times as the Water-types start heading to the bathroom, allowing bowel movements to bring about the best of both worlds. While the caretaker doesn’t have to deal with what could have been more convoluted clean up had his son went pee pee instead of poo poo, a trip to the changing station gives the toddler sufficient time to decide what parts of the park to play with first, all while receiving a playful piggyback ride to the restroom.
Moving along to a mainstay of the park, the next scene puts the spotlight on two tots at once, a pair of preschoolers on a playdate spending their time on the seesaw. On one side of the ride is a smiling Mawile donning a denim dress and a diaper, loving how this mechanical masterpiece turns her simple shifting of weight into a whimsically enjoyable experience both herself and her best buddy can enjoy. Sporting blue bows on both her ears alongside a light blue shirt, skirt, and pair of shoes paired with snowflake patterned pampers, on the other side of the Steel-type is her frosty friend in question, an Alolan Vulpix who loves the simplicity of the seesaw for the ways it allows her to sit down and settle while still being super fun.
“Hehehehe!”
Up and down. Up and down. The girls gleefully giggle and laugh as the shifting seesaw keeps doing its thing.
“Hehehehe-
PFFFFFT!
But with another certain shifting following suit, the Mawile must now address what’s down below as she stops the seesaw’s ups and downs. Slightly lifting her tush off the seat, the Steel-type’s scrunched face shows her lunch has now given her loads to let out.
“Those little Steel-types sure aren’t stainless either! They gotta go poo poo too!” the narrator says right before the deed is done.
“Mmmmph….mmmmmph….”
PFFFFT! BRAAAAAP!! PBLAAAART!!!
With PB&J sandwiches giving her quite a bit to push, such foods make for more than messy faces as the Mawile makes a mess in her pants, her diaper sagging past her denim dress and slumping on to the seesaw’s seat while several solids settle.
“Phew….”
Sighing in relief and sitting back down, although feeling relaxed from ridding herself of that rising tension, simultaneously the Mawile’s smile is somewhat sheepish as she stares at her friend stuck on the heightened seat.
“Hehe, oopsies…” the Steel-type says, sorry that her poopies have put the seesaw on pause.
But, knowing her best friend’s always done those things in her diapers, the Alolan Vulpix softly smiles back, causing the Mawile’s split seconds of slight shame to immediately melt away as her smile widens.
“Hehehe, ish fine!” the Ice-type says not solely to assure her poopy playmate, but also because she’s content to chill on the still seesaw while this heightened vantage point gives her quite the nice view.
PFFFFFT! FRRRRRT!!
But having eaten the same yummy meal as the Mawile, it’s no surprise poopies also plan to pay the Vulpix a visit as flatulence follows suit from the other side. Scrunching her face seconds later, so too does the second toddler take a number two.
“Neither is it an ice breaker to know Ice-type toddlers do the same!” the narrator adds as the other one grunts.
“Mmmmph….mmmmmph….”
PFFFFFT! PBLAAAAAARMPH!!!
Having just as much to push as her playmate, poopies make her pampers prominently peek from her skirt as several solids now give the little girl a larger and lumpier seat.
“Phew…”
Although the cold kid isn’t as fond of the warmth of her mess compared to tykes of other types, not only is she happy the both of them can now be fashionable in full diapers, but with her dirty diaper now evening the seesaw’s weight distribution, she’s even more happy that booms booms have made them able to continue their previously scheduled play.
“Hehehehe!”
And so the two tots doing what’s normal makes all return to normal as lively laughter returns and the seesaw’s function is restored, all while stinkier seats only further solidify their friendship.
“Weeeeeeeee!”
Transitioning to a tot whose yellow shirt and velcro shoes match the color of his cheeks, the next scene centers around a diaper-clad Emolga enjoying himself on the swing nearing apex height as his big brother boosts it forward. Happily kicking his feet and letting out lots of laughter, it only makes sense the Flying-type boy appreciates anything that makes him feel airborne!
“Hehehehe! Higha! Higha!” he says to the Pikachu sporting a black shirt alongside blue shorts and sneakers, wanting to further embody such feelings of flight.
Although a couple minutes of pushing the lightweight waddler already makes the kid kind of tired, along with prompting impatience knowing he’s got his own play to pursue, the kindergartner with lots more life skills to learn selflessly pushes through to please his baby brother.
“Okay! One…Two….Three!”
“Weeeeeehehehe!”
Following the Pikachu’s strongest push, the Emolga ecstatically squeals and laughs while the swing reaches its highest height, prompting him to playfully reach his tiny hands to the exponentially more expansive skies as the Flying-type tot now feels like a rocket ship shooting into the stellar realm of space.
“Huff….Huff…”
While sweat starts to drip from his forehead, although he’d much rather be the one sitting on that super fun swing, the kindergartener cracks a smile at his brother’s unbridled joy, congratulating himself on a job well done.
“Weeeeeeeeeee!”
The drop back down is all the more enjoyable for the Emolga while the swing makes its far faster descent, eliciting more laughter and joy all the while. But, as the swing gradually gets slower and slower, not realizing his big brother has stopped pushing until it comes to a complete stop, the baby boy becomes needy.
“Big bwoooo! Why you stop?” he asks with a whine.
Before the little kid can further complain, before the Pikachu can explain why he won’t push anymore, the Emolga has pushing of his own to do as familiar pressure prompts him to swiftly scrunch his face.
“When that familiar feeling follows, you bet those little Flying-types are filling their diapers on the fly!” the narrator says before the flying squirrel’s stink on the swing.
“Hnnnnnng!”
PFFFFFT! PBLOOOOORMPH!!!
Promptly pushing out those poopies, the Emolga’s diaper expands as several solids give him a smellier seat to sit on, segueing to a sigh and a silly smile shortly afterwards.
“Poo poo!” says the toddler as he looks down at his loaded and lumpy pants, the focus on filling his diapers making him forget why he was starting to get upset seconds ago.
Although his nose is displeased by what his brother just did in his diaper, the Pikachu is overall pleased by the presence of poop now that it’s given him the perfect way to get out of brotherly obligations.
“Mom! Dad! He pooped his pants!” says the Electric-type as he lifts the little one off the swing.
FWOOOOOSH!!!
Sprinting to separate himself from foul smells as soon as possible, the Pikachu is still satisfied by this stinky scenario now that he can get back to his own playtime while his parents will deal with that dirty diaper. Gleefully giggling and laughing, the stinky squirrel is all the more satisfied by these sudden airborne sensations, rekindling that feeling of a rocketship going blast off while his brother bolts off.
CLINK! CLINK! CLINK!
Making way for yet another staple of the park, a padded Riolu rocking a black shirt and velcro shoes stars in the scene as he happily moves along the monkey bars, for it’s only natural that Fighting-types favor those physical pursuits. Supervising the ambitious baby is a mother Lucario not only providing moral support as she cheers and claps for her kid, but also the essential safety net just in case he falls.
GUUUUUURGLE!!!
However, amidst such showcases of arm and upper body strength, the baby’s lower body’s also got work to do as his bowels suddenly beg for release. The Riolu readying himself to do that dirty deed, not fighting the fact he’s got a diaper to fill, he tightens his grip, lifts up his legs, and tenses his face.
Fighting-types gotta push out those poopies too, and they won’t fight that fact!” the narrator then says.
“Mmmmmmph!”
PBLOOOORP!!!…SLUMP!
The boy on the monkey bars makes a big mess as he dumps a sizable solid into his diaper, causing it to slump with a large and round lump as it droops past his feet.
“Looks like someone made a stinky!” the Lucario says in a sing-song voice as she reaches out to the Riolu. “Alright, sweetie. Mommy’s gotta change your diaper!”
CLINK! CLINK! CLINK!
But, before she can take the tot who took a turd, the Fighting-type in poopy pants has other plans. With his full diaper enabling him to show the full extent of his physical strength on top of his pamper packing prowess, he quickly makes his way through the rest of the monkey bars, the diaper-clad kid defying all odds as he moves even faster despite the mass of his mess.
“Oh, that works too!” the Lucario says with a laugh before walking to the other side of the structure.
“I did it, Mommy! I did it!” the Riolu says with a wide smile once he reaches the end.
“Yes you did, sweetie! Mommy’s so proud of you!”
The Riolu receiving resounding applause before being scooped up and kissed on the cheek, the pooping of his poofy pants ends up prompting proud moments between mother and son as they both sport wide smiles.
Pat…Pat…Pat
Once the fanfare dies down, the Lucario returns to her domestic duties. Patting the back of the boy’s diaper, although the large lump from the toddler’s number two tells her she’ll need the same physical and mental mettle her son showed on the monkey bars, such stinkies don’t bother her one bit.
Phew! The monkey bars aren’t the only thing you got a gold medal in! You made a gold medal mess too!” the Lucario says with a laugh. “Come on, cutie pie! Time for a diaper change.
Appreciating the athletic references that denote his dirty diaper, the Riolu also lets out a laugh as his caretaker carries him, accentuating the lack of shame surrounding the stinky things toddlers do.
Now shifting from the physical to the cerebral, the next scene opens to a pair of Meowstics preparing to leave the park while their Espurr son sits in the stroller. Sporting a sky blue shirt with white stripes, baby blue velcro shoes, and a diaper scattered with single digit numbers of several colors, although the kid’s curiosity of this setting has already been satisfied, the parents still have ways to please their Psychic-type toddler with review of recent knowledge.
“Hey, sweetheart!” the female Meowstic says to the little boy. “Wanna sing your ABC’s?”
“Oooooh! Yea yea yea!” the Espurr says with excited applause, certainly not opposed to any cerebral activity. “A, B, C, D, E, F, G! H, I, J, K, L M, N, O….Mmmmmmmmph!”
Both Meowstics raise an eyebrow in response to the sudden sound, for even such perceptive Pokémon often find themselves befuddled by the unpredictability of babies.
“What was that, buddy? What letter comes after O?” the male Meowstic asks with a chuckle, assuming their son just had a silly brain fart.
BRAAAAAAAAP!!!
Upon hearing a fart that’s not a figure of speech, the caretaker cats realize they’re the ones who had brain farts before putting two and two together.
“Oh, sounds like he’s doing the 123’s instead of the ABC’s!” the female Meowstic says before they both have a good laugh, their son’s soon to be full diaper bringing nothing but smiles and fun.
“Although Psychic-type toddlers have tons on their mind, they don’t do much pondering when they gotta go poo poo!” the narrator says to add to the parent’s playful prose.
PBLAAAAART!!!
Confirming such claims, the Espurr makes stinkies a split second later, causing his number-patterned pampers to expand from the number he just made. Sighing and smiling with relief, although the feline was focused on filling his diapers, he didn’t forget his father’s question.
“P!” the Psychic type tot rightly responds as he looks down at the loaded diaper now providing him ways to recall that particular letter. “P fow poo poo!”
Although neither parent expected poopy pampers to have pedagogical power, along with finding their son’s statement silly in itself, they’re nothing but happy their little one has found new ways to learn.
“That’s right, darling! P for poo poo!” the female Meowstic says with sincerity as she unbuckles the boy from the stroller and lifts him up. “There’s a lot of lovely things starting with that letter!”
While both felines warmly smile, the Espurr’s expanded diaper expands the discussion from letters to words, all while managing this mess gives the mother more than enough time to teach her toddler more words of this wide and wonderful world.
Now shifting from the cerebral to the ethereal, the next scene shows a Marshadow sporting a black shirt with white stripes alongside a white diaper and black velcro shoes. Slowly and sinisterly toddling along the grassy terrain, making the most menacing look his cute face is capable of, of course this Ghost-type tot is here to give a good scare!
The camera then cuts to a kid not the slightest bit aware of such spooky shenanigans, an Axew simply standing still while sporting a pink shirt alongside her plan pampers. The Ghost-type cracking a goofy smile as he inches closer to the girl, he assumes her stillness will make for the easiest scare of all. However, unbeknownst to the boy, the diapered dragon’s idleness doesn’t indicate inactivity, but rather very important for babies such as themselves.
“Those little Dragon-types may look a little menacing, but just like you, they’ve got things to do in their diapers!” the narrator quickly confirms.
PBLOOOOORT!….SLUMP!
Before the Ghost-type can even say boo, the Dragon-type dumps a pile of poo into her diaper, causing it to suddenly slump with several lumps.
“Woah!”
SPLOOOORTCH!!!…SLUMP!
Jumpscared by the Axew’s sudden stinky, the Marshadow’s scare attempt only scares himself as an abrupt accident accentuates his shock.
“And, those menacing and mischievous Ghost-types also gotta poop!” the narrator also adds with a laugh as the boy looks at what now lurks in his diaper.
“Hehehehe!”
But because he always loves a good scare, even if it’s himself getting spooked, the Marshadow makes light of his mess and laughs, liking how his full diaper tells a funny story in itself. The other toddler then turning around, although the Axew is unsure why the Ghost-type is so giggly, figuring the fact they’re in full diapers is funny enough, the little girl also giggles as poopy pampers prompt further fun.
Now shifting to a Sandshrew sporting a green shirt and shoes next to a Diancie donning a purple set of said attire, the next scene starts with this duo of diaper-clad kids using the park’s second sandbox for a sillier purpose as they dig through its grainy ground.
“Hehehehe!”
Viewing his surroundings with a vibrant imagination, the Ground-type’s digging and giggling because he believes there’s buried treasure to be found!
“We gonna find da tweasuwe!”
Naturally, the girl with glittering gemstones is fully on board with the boy’s claims of shiny stuff in the sandbox, and so the Rock-type tags along in hope of reaping such rewards.
PFFFFFT! PBLOOORP!!
However, while the truth to the boy’s tale of treasure is uncertain, what is certain is that he’ll use his pampers for their purpose! With stinkies surprising the Sandshrew, a deposit in his diaper disrupts his digging as the Ground-type’s bowels are the first to give.
“If you told a little Ground-type their diapers are meant for dumps, they won’t think that’s groundbreaking!” the narrator says as the tot promptly releases the rest.
“Mmmmmmph!”
BLAAAAART!!!…SLUMP!
His diaper slumping onto the ground following the settling of more solids, the Sandshrew doesn’t complain one bit once his bowels empty, quite content with this combination of textures as his droopy and poopy pampers now make contact with the sandy surface. Resuming the digging once his diaper is done being dirtied, the other toddler then notices she needs to do the same as she scrunches her face.
“Neither will Rock-type toddlers think pooping themselves puts them between a rock and a hard place!” the narrator adds while the girl grunts.
“Mmmmph!”
PBLOOOORT!!!…SLUMP!
With the Diancie’s dump leading to another diaper slumping onto the grainy terrain, not even for a second do such stinkies spoil her fun when supposed shiny spoils in the sandbox keep her captivated, and so the two treasure hunting toddlers treasure their time while paying little mind to their number twos.
Now progressing to the penultimate type, the scene shifts to less sunny settings and the shot focuses on two Dark-types sitting in the shade. Satisfied by a day of play with her little bro, enjoying the other little things in life is an Umbreon in jeans and a gray shirt as she also appreciates the softness of grassy surfaces, the altruism of tree trunks allowing her to rest her back, and the cooler climate its leaves and branches bless her with. Having all the more to appreciate on top of such settings is a Zorua toddler sporting a gray shirt alongside a diaper with blue crescent moon patterns, loving how his big sister’s lap supplements the softness of his padded bottom while her arms wrap him in a loving embrace.
“Mmmmph….mmmmmph….”
Strained grunts soon break the silence as it dawns on the Dark-type he’s got doo doo to do in that diaper of his, but even with the toddler’s tension, the soothing setting is still intact.
“Hehe, let it all out, little bro.” says the sister as she lightly pats the little boy’s head, certainly not bothered with what a baby is bound to do in their diapers.
“Yes, those Dark-type tots aren’t in the dark about what they do in their diapers!” the narrator chips in, adding to such sentiments of support.
PFFFFT! PBLOOORT!!….SLUMP!
And so boisterous bowels and lumpy loads only supplement the relaxing and wholesome atmosphere as a wave of relief washes over the Zorua and he leans further back into the Umbreon’s lap. The flora slightly offsetting the foul smell, neither does her brother’s full diaper rebuff her reasons for relaxation, knowing she’ll still get to sit in the shade while her parents will be the ones to manage this mess.
Moving to more shots of relaxing scenery as the last type gets the spotlight, the camera cuts to a Leavanny spoon feeding her little Ledian applesauce and baby carrots as mother and daughter have a lovely lunch and lounge on a plaid patterned picnic mat. Alongside a cute combination of a light green t-shirt and light yellow skirt, the stained red bib around the bug’s neck and the plain white diaper around her waist show she’s still an itty bitty baby despite her evolved state.
“Here comes the airplane!” says the mother as she playfully motions the spoon towards the toddler’s mouth.
“Mmmmmmmph!”
But with sudden grunts showing stinkier stuff is coming as she plants her hands on the picnic mat, before her mommy can feed her more nutritious and delicious meals, the little Ledian’s gotta unload.
“Bug-type tykes also gotta go boom boom, but that won’t bug them one bit!” the narrator says with a chuckle.
“Nnnnnnnnng!”
PFFFFFT! PBLAAAART!!
The Ledian continues to loudly grunt while mounds of poopy pile into her pampers, causing them to expand in size and slump onto the picnic mat. After fully emptying herself, the little ladybug looks up at her mother with an adorable smile before opening her mouth again, clearly unfazed by her deed of diaper filling.
“Oh! Glad you’ve made room for more, sweetheart!” the Leavanny says with a giggle, happy her daughter’s got more reason to enjoy her delicious delights.
After all those scenes centering around full diapers, the shot finally comes full circle to the Sylveon whose stinkies started it all, her wide smile showing she’s got the message. Now realizing toddlers of all types do the same things she does in her diapers, now realizing such messes are met with understanding and acceptance from all, be they brothers and sisters, parents and sitters, or friends and strangers, no longer does the Fairy-type reason to feel so shameful and self-conscious over the poo poo she pushed in her pampers.
“See what I mean, sweetie?” the speaker asks just to make sure.
“Uh huh! Uh huh!” the kid quickly confirms with a nod.
SMOOOOOOSH!!!
Doing what she had set out to do since the start, the Sylveon sits on the slide and joyfully laughs all the way down, no longer down in the dumps over the dumps she does in her diapers. Sporting a wide smile as she steps off the slide, exuding playful energy as she runs around to further enjoy this exciting environment, all while her lumpy diaper nonchalantly swings and sways, both physical and mental pressures are purged as she accepts even the smellier aspects about herself.
Further accentuating this sentiment of acceptance, the eighteen toddlers all occupy one shot as they now don clean diapers and stand together on the grassy terrain.
“So, what have we learned today, little ones?” the narrator asks not only to the addressed audience, but also to the tots in the shot.
“We aww gotta poo poo!” the kids enthusiastically exclaim not only to affirm this universal truth, but also to refer to their own immediate pressures.
Right on cue, every baby boy and girl simultaneously squats, causing a cacophony of crude sounds as several scrunched faces and saggier diapers now occupy the scene. Once collective sighs of relief conclude this mass messing, significantly stinkier smells do nothing to burden the beautiful setting as their full diapers only bring about blissful jubilee.
“Hehehehe!”
Some kids dance and jump for joy, some cheerfully clap their hands, some wholesomely hug the tots around them, and others simply smile and wave to show their shamelessness, and so this silly showcase once again tells toddlers there’s nothing taboo about poo poo.
End
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