Chester shook the snow off of his onesie and socks before he followed his trainer inside. The Eevee and hisowner, Caleb, had spent a while playing in the fresh snowfall until they’d been called inside for breakfast. As soon as he stepped inside, the Pokémon caught the scent of waffles; one of their combined favorites!

Caleb stretched, shivering a little as he got usedto the much warmer air inside. He took off his jacket and hung it up on a rack nearby, leaving his shoes out on the porch so as not to track muddy snow through the house. “I’m starved! I can’t wait to see what mama made for us.”

The Eevee tilted his head. [“She’s making waffles, silly!”]

Caleb blinked, pausing to look at the Pokémon. “What? How do you know that? You’ve been with me all morning long.”

Chester furrowed his brow. [“You can’t smell that? It smells so good!”]

His trainer shook his head…and then they reached a conclusion simultaneously. “Ohhh, of course, you can smell things better than I can! Duh!” He hit himself on the forehead, giggling. “Waffles are great! Let’s go!”

The duo scurried to the dining room, soon meeting up with Caleb’s mother, father, and another Pokémon–a Toxel by the name of Deke. Dad was seated at one end of the table, scrolling through some messages on his work-related cellphone as he ate his waffles dry with his free hand. Deke was sitting in his highchair, making a bit of a mess with his waffles and syrup; it was normal behavior for his species of Pokémon, despite being older than Chester. Lastly, Mom was putting waffles on a pair of plates situated in front of the two remaining chairs. Chester climbed into his, situating his rump on his booster seat, his wet diaper squishing under his pajama bottoms. His nose crinkled a little at how cold and clammy it felt, but his belly was more important right now. His trainer sat right next to him.

“Good morning, boys,” mom hummed, drizzling some syrup over Chester’s waffles and pouring it into a cup for Caleb so he could dip his, just how they both liked it. “I hope you both stayed warm last night, especially after the little incident.”

Chester whimpered and blushed. With all the fun he’d had out in the snow, he had been so close to forgetting the humiliating accident he’d had last night, which was what had spurred his brief return to diapers…he sat still as Caleb tied a napkin around his neck, which would make it so the syrup wouldn’t get in his thick neck fur

or all over his pajamas. “We slept good, mama! And yup, nice and warm. Until this morning, anyway. I love the snow!”

“I know you do,” replied mom, smiling as she sat down in the chair across from dad. She began eating her own breakfast. “It’s already starting to warm up a little out there, so the snow will be starting to melt. But the weather channel is calling for more of it later tonight, so maybe you two can play some more then.”

“That sounds good! I hope it does snow again!” Caleb giggled, folding his waffle in half to dip it in his syrup.

“Veevee!” Chester agreed, digging into his own meal. The waffles were soft and fluffy, resting lightly in his belly–meaning that he could eat more than one! The thick, sweet syrup stuck to his face fur, but it would wash out eventually. It was totally worth it for how yummy it tasted.

[“I hear that you had an accident last night, Chester?”] Deke spoke up in between bites of his waffles. His hands were a sticky mess from the syrup.

The Eevee’s ears grew warm. He replied to the Toxel, using a dialect that he was almost certain that even his trainer wouldn’t understand. [“Um…yeah. I couldn’t unzip my pajamas.”]

Deke chuckled, kicking his feet and making his highchair rattle softly. [“Poor guy. Maybe you’d like to borrow one of my diapers?”] Chester didn’t reply right away, not making eye contact with his fellow Pokémon, which spurred some further playful, lighthearted teasing. [“Maybe I could be the one to change you, for once!”]

The Eevee rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out at Deke. The Toxel was his best friend–besides Caleb, of course–but he still wanted to keep the status of his current undergarments a secret. He had to play it cool and remember that Deke had no idea that he was even wearing a diaper. [“That’s totally unnecessary, you dork. I had one little accident; at least I don’t pee my pants on a regular basis.”]

Deke opened his mouth, closed it, and then took a bite of waffle as he pondered his response. [“Alright, touché. The offer’s still open, though.”]

[“Mm-hmm.”] Chester chuckled, listening to the humans’ small talk as they finished their breakfast. Dad had to work late tonight, but would make it up to everyone by bringing home some donuts. Mom had to do some laundry, but since it wasthe weekend, she didn’thave toworkuntilMonday, atwhichpointa sitter would come and look after Caleb. The boy had a few qualms with this, reaffirming that he

was old enough to not need a sitter. They were halfhearted, though–his babysitter always had fun games and activities for him and the two Pokémon.

Several minutes went by, seconds were had by whoever wanted them, and the breakfast session ended with a quintet of full bellies. Caleb thanked mom for making the food and gave dad a goodbye hug, since he was going to get ready to leave soon. Chester gave his thanks as well as he could as his trainer vigorously wiped his mouth with the napkin around his neck, resulting in a garbled “Veeweeweeweewee!” They shared a laugh, and the Eevee hopped down from his chair, ready to head towards the living room to watch some morning cartoons, as was their usual routine after a tasty breakfast.

However, he was stopped when Caleb put a foot in front of him, gently holding him back. “Hold up, bud. Gotta change your diaper, first.”

Chester flicked his ears, feeling his face warm up as he glanced at Deke. Thankfully, the Toxel was busy getting cleaned up, and hadn’t seemed to notice the trainer’s words. The Eevee allowed his owner to pick him up and carry him back towards their shared bathroom. The Eevee could feel his wet padding sagging heavily between his hindlegs, though he hadn’t peed himselfagain. The one accident he’d had had been quite a large one…

He licked his lips as he was set down on the counter, tasting a bit of residual maple syrup. Caleb spread out a blanket for him to lie down on, but first, he helped the Eevee get out of his pajamas, tossing the gray and red striped long-sleeved shirt and matching pants in the nearby hamper. Once the latter was off, his undergarment was revealed; a diaper that had once been primarily white, with yellow stars and a pair of blue stripes running down along the middle. Now, however, it was mostly yellow, and the stripes and stars were blurry and discolored, showing how much of an accident he’d had.

Caleb giggled as he helped the Eevee lie down on the towel and roll onto his back. He began to undo the tapes on the diaper. “I remember doing this for you all the time when you were a kit!”

Chester chewed on his lower lip as his wet diaper was removed, balled up, and tossed in the nearby pail that his trainer used for his pull-ups. “Vee vui, eevui vu vuii vee.” [“W-well, just remember that I’m not a kit, a-and that this is a one-time sort of thing.”]

The boy smiled as he cleaned his Pokémon’s crotch and bum with some wet wipes, making him shiver from how cold they were. “I know, I know. Don’t get fussy, or I’ll go and find your old pacifier!”

The Eevee scowled, crossing his fores and huffing indignantly as his hindlegs were hoisted by their ankles, allowing Caleb to clean up every inch of him. [“Yeah, well…I’ll tell your parents that you peed in your pull-up on purpose earlier!”]

“Not gonna work, silly,” Caleb replied as he threw the wipes away, tossing the Eevee’s pajamas in the bin. “I’m the only one who can understand your vee-ing, remember?”

[“Oh…right.”] Chester flicked his ears as he sat up, trying not to look downwards at where his leftover baby diapers were left under the sink. Despite his refusal to wearing another one, it was hard to forget how nice it felt when he’d wet himself, his warm pee splashing around in his padding while out in the cold snow. In truth, though the garments made him feel incredibly childish, he was curious about trying to wear them some more…but he wasn’t ready to admit it to his owner just yet. [“Fine. You win this round.”]

Caleb smirked, helping his Eevee down from the counter. “Good! Now, let’s go and watch those cartoons!”

[“Don’t you have to take off your pull-up?”]

“Yeah, but it can wait. We don’t wanna miss our shows!” He led the way out of the bathroom.

Chester narrowed his eyes for a moment, then shrugged as he followed his trainer outof the bathroom. Itwas hardtoargue withthat assessment. Super Fighting Robot Wars was serious business! The Eevee shivered a little as they headed for the living room. Everything felt a little chillier without his pajamas and the thick, fluffy diaper nestled between his hinds…he blinked, shaking his head to dispel the latter thought. He wished he would stop thinking about it like that. It was irksome.

Caleb said a last quick farewell to his dad as they reached the living room, as he was headed out the door. Remembering one of the only chores he had, Chester was about to gather what he needed to change Deke’s diaper, but mom got to the Toxel first, saying that it was time for his bath. Caleb was also instructed to bathe the Eevee, but it could wait until later tonight. The trainer and his Pokémon were left by themselves to cozy up on the couch and watch their cartoons.

Chester playfully batted around his tail, much to Caleb’s amusement, as they waited for their cartoon to come on. This was one of their favorite parts of every day; a nice full belly, digesting their breakfast as they eagerly awaited the latest installments of their favorite television shows. The Eevee could faintly smell his owner’s soggy pull-up under his pajamas now and then; the whiffs again brought him back to earlier that morning, when they’d been outside.

When the cartoon started, Chester found that he was having a difficult time focusing on it, and not just because it was a rerun. His thoughts kept drifting back to the disposable undergarment, the first of its kind that he’d worn in several years. The warm, squishy padding had felt lovely tucked in between his hinds, and even when the warmth had dissipated, the texture still had a sort of charm to it. His curiosity towards them was turning more into a yearning with each second that passed. He caught himself wanting to wear one again. He felt so…naked without the diaper on his posterior, which was something that he’d certainly never experienced before. Wearing clothes was far from a foreign concept from him, but strolling around in the normal Pokémon nudeness was just as natural to him. But now that his diaper was missing…it felt so weird. He felt vulnerable, almost.

Chester glanced up at his trainer. Caleb was leaning forward on the couch, his hands clasped together in his lap as he stared at the colorful television, watching a pair of giant robots trying to destroy each other. The boy alwaysseemed so…content with everything. The Eevee had almost always felt the same way until now. And he didn’t know how to go about getting rid of that feeling, save for the obvious. But he didn’t just want to ask his trainer to put another diaper on him. That’d be weird and awkward. And what if it just made his desire to wear them even more intense? As nice as it had felt, it still made him feel like a complete kit. It’d be incredibly embarrassing if he wasn’t able to shake off the urge, and even more so if his trainer knew of his desires. Chester loved and fully trusted the boy, and knew that he’d most likely be completely understanding of what his pet wanted…so why couldn’t the Eevee work up the courage to ask for another diaper? He didn’t understand the emotions running through his mind right now, so he decided to try and change the subject.

Once the cartoon hit its first commercial break, Chester spoke up. [“I like this episode a lot.”] It wasn’t a total lie; even though he hadn’t been paying much attention, he remembered the episode from when they’d last seen it.

“Same! Too bad it’s not a new one, though. I think there’ll be a brand new one tomorrow.” Caleb leaned back against the couch cushions, stretching and relaxing while the commercials ticked by, one at a time. Chester perked his ears up as he heard his trainer’s stomach rumble.

[“Are you still hungry? You had like, five waffles!”] the Eevee exclaimed, his tail swishing with humor.

Caleb, however, didn’t seem overly amused. “Er…no, it’s not that. I’ll, um, need a bathroom break after this episode.”

Chester blinked a few times before nodding in understanding. [“Ohhh. You need to do that thing. I gotcha.”] A few moments passed in silence, save for the television. A thought occurred to the Eevee, once again sending his mind into overdrive as he remembered something that his trainer had said the previous night. [“Why not just do it in your pull-ups?”]

The boy made a face as he looked at his Pokémon. “What? I can’t do that.”

[“How come? You said it yourself last night. They’re just a different kind of diaper, and they’re made to be peed and pooped in.”] Chester’s mouth was going a mile a minute. He didn’t understand why he was saying the things that he was. It was as though his earlier desire was threatening to overflow. [“It’ll be a while before the show is over, and I know you don’t want to miss any of it. Have you ever messed one of your pull-ups before?”]

Calebpursedhislips, thinking. His face was a littlered. “Well, no…I’ve never had that kind of accident before, and that’s what the pull-ups are for.”

[“But you peed in them on purpose earlier this morning!”] the Eevee countered. [“And I bet you’ve done it before then, too.Aren’t you curious about how it feels?”]

The trainer rubbed his forearm, again thinking for a moment. A mischievous sparkle had entered his eyes. “I guess…I kinda am, yeah. But I’ll probably get in big trouble for it.”

[“You mean because of mom? She’s still in her bathroom giving Deke a wash, I can hear her. So…you can do it, and then hurry to our bathroom to freshen up. She’ll be none the wiser!”]

Caleb bit his lip, fiddling with the waistband of his pajama bottoms, peering inside of them to look at the wet garment within. “I dunno about this, Chester…urg, but my tummy is kinda starting to hurt from it. And now you’ve got me all curious. Are you sure this is a good idea?”

The Eevee took a breath, licking his chops before he nodded. [“Absolutely.”] But why? Why was he pressuring his trainer into doing this? He didn’t have much longer to ponder this, though, as the boy got off the couch and stood up straight, pulling off his pajama bottoms and letting them land in a heap around his ankles. Chester watched with bated breath as Caleb’s hands balled into knuckles as he stared straight ahead, looking at the television screen but notseeming tobe paying attention to what was on, and his face started to screw up. His brow furrowed, his eyes squinted, and his lips pushed up towards his nose as his knees bent a little, moving his feet apart from one another.

After a moment of this, the Pokemon’s sharp ears caught the sound of a trickling noise, a sure sign that Caleb’s bladder had given out from the pressure he was putting on his lower abdomen. His pull-up swelled a little more, the blue fabric darkening as his accident traveled to his rear. The trainer seemed to be struggling a little as his wetting finished, as though he was having trouble fighting against his stoic bowel muscles, a result of years of being potty trained. There was still time for Chester to intervene, to change his mind and talk Caleb out of what he was about to do…

The Eevee held his tongue.

A moment later, a loud grunt from his trainer signaled that the point of no return had been passed.

Chester’s face warmed up as he watched the seat of Caleb’s pull-ups bulge out, the boy’s eyes squeezed shut and his teeth clenched. He squatted down further as he messed his diaper, panting softly as the garment sagged heavily from the load that he was depositingintoit. An extremelypungentodor began to fillthe air, though the Eevee was able to mostly ignore it. In fact, he was almost unaware of it. His head was swimming. He was watching his trainer, his master and owner, doing something that he’d never done before–something that he could get in serious trouble for–just because he’d wanted him to. And Caleb was doing it without any second thoughts, and with very little hesitation. He wasn’t that much younger than his Pokemon, and yet he had so much more confidence about what he was doing, and what he was wearing. He simply liked his pull-ups and saw nothing wrong with such a thing.

Andyet, Chester couldn’tevenbringituponhimself to askthe boyfor another one of his diapers. He admired Caleb’s self-confidence. Perhaps the Eevee just wasn’t ready to ask yet, and he just needed–

“CALEB!” a voice suddenly shouted from very close by, making both Pokémon and trainer jump. Caleb lost his balance and nearly fell on his dirty backside if he hadn’t been able to catch himself with a hand and push himself over onto his knees. The duo swiveled their heads to see mom; she had already finished bathing Deke, and was holding the Toxel in her arms as she glared at her son, fury sparking in her eyes. Chester gulped; even though her anger wasn’t directed at him, it was still a scary sight. “What on earth do you think you’re doing?”

“I…I, um…” Caleb stammered as he climbed back to his feet, wrinkling his nose as his mess shifted around in his pull-up.

Mom didn’t give him a chance to finish as she set Deke in a chair and crossed her arms. “What have I told you about your pull-ups? They are for accidents only! You’re too old to be using them on purpose. You should’ve already taken them off by now!”

“I-I know, I…” Caleb whimpered a little, looking very guilty. The Eevee felt a pang of pity…until his trainer turned to look at him angrily. “You said that she was still giving Deke a bath!”

The Eevee blinked, flattening his ears. “Veevee vuiii vee!” [“I didn’t know that they were already done!”]

Mom looked from her son to his pet and back again. “What on earth are you talking about? Don’t try to change the subject, young man!”

“I’m not! Chester told me that you were bathing Deke, and that you’d take a little while…a-and then he told me to poop in my pull-ups! It’s true! This is all his fault!”

Mom sighed. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, Caleb. But you’re being very disrespectful, lying to me like this.” Of course–she couldn’t tell what Chester was saying. “You’re grounded for three days. No television, no games. Go clean yourself up in the bathroom and take a shower, then go and clean up your room. No ifs, ands, or buts. Understood?”

Caleb looked utterly defeated. He hung his head…but not before shooting a glare laced with daggers at his Pokémon. “Understood, mama.” He turned the TV

off and headed towards the hallway, having to awkwardly waddle thanks to the state of his britches. Momsighed and rubbed her forehead, chewing her lips for a moment before going off to start on the laundry that she’d mentioned earlier, leaving the pair of Pokémon alone.

Deke was the first to break the awkward silence. [“That was weird. Why would mister Caleb say that you told him to do all that? It’s not like any of them can understand us.”]

[“Yeah…”] Chester was trying to fight back tears. The things that Caleb had said had really hurt the Eevee. And perhaps it was rightfully so. It was his fault that he’dgottenthe boyintrouble. He’dsuggestedthatCalebmessedhispull-up, insisted that he could get away with it, and just wouldn’t let go of the notion…and now the trainer was grounded. And it was all Chester’s fault.

[“Hey, are youok?”] Deke asked, histailswishingbackandforth. [“Youdon’t look so good. Did you catch cold from the snow?”]

[“No, I just, um…”] Chester licked his lips, trying not to meet the Toxel’s eyes as he jumped down from the couch. [“I gotta go.”] The Eevee kept his head and tail down as he hurried off, heading for his and his trainer’s room.

[“Was it something I said?”] Deke called after him, but he didn’tanswer. He’d apologize to the Pokémon later…making up with his master was far more pressing of a matter.

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Chester waited on the bed, gazing out of the window as he waited for Caleb to finish with his shower. It had been well over half an hour, but the sound of running water had finally stopped, which meant that it was only a matter of time before the boy returned. The Eevee had spent the wait going over what he was going to say to his master. He would apologize profusely…and that was all he had planned. He didn’t know what he would do if Caleb was still angry at him. Sure, Chester thought he deserved to be angry at, but it didn’t make it easier to bear…

The Pokemon gulped as he heard the bathroom door open down the hall, followed by a rustle of plastic. Caleb must’ve been disposing of his soiled pull-up. Chester angled his ear as he sat up on the bed, listening: the front door opening and closing, the two humans having a brief exchange of words, and then at last, footsteps that signaled Caleb’s arrival moments before it happened.

The pair locked eyes immediately as the trainer stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He wore a t-shirt and khaki shorts, the latter of which didn’t have the telltale bulge of a certain absorbent underwear. Chester opened his mouth…but Caleb spoke first, and in so doing derailed everything that the Eevee was going to say. “I-I’m sorry Chester, I’m so sorry…I was a big jerk. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I-I’m sorry…” The boy was on the verge of tears, his arms crossed and head bowed as he shuffled over to the bed.

Chester blinked a few times, giving the boy enough time to sit down on the bed thanks to his stupor and off-guardedness. He rested a forepaw on the boy’s leg, trying to soothehim. [“You don’t have to besorry, Caleb…you deserved to be upset. I made you do something that you shouldn’t have, and then you took the fall for it. I-it’s my fault, and I’M sorry…”]

Caleb shook his head and wiped at his eyes, gently stroking the Eevee’s back. “I knew that I shouldn’t have done it, but I did it anyway, and I got in trouble for it. Then I tried to blame you for it. A trainer shouldn’t do that…am I a bad trainer, Chester?”

The Eevee growled softly, planting his hindquarters in Caleb’s lap. [“You are the BEST trainer I could ever ask for, so don’t go and think you’re any less than that. You hear?”] He gently bopped the boy’s nose, making him giggle softly through his tears. [“Alright, so, we both messed up. And we’re both sorry. I’m not angry at you…are you angry at me? It’s ok if you are.”]

“N-no, I’m not angry, buddy.”

[“So I think that means everything is ok. I’m sorry I got you grounded.”]

“And I’m sorry that I got really angry at you.” The boy gave the Eevee a tight hug, holding him close to his chest. “Are we all made up?”

[“I’ll get back to you on that when I can breathe!”] gasped Chester, squirming in the boy’s grasp. Caleb squeaked, loosened his grip, and the pair shared a giggle. [“Yes, all made up. I, um…hopeyou can find ways to keep busywithout your games and TV.”]

“Well, I have to start cleaning my room,” he said, gesturing at the toys strewn across the floor.

[“I can help!”] Chester piped up immediately, interrupting the boy’s sentence.

Caleb smiled. “Thanks, buddy. And other than that…I think I’ll be alright. It’s only three days. And I’ll have my bestest friend with me the whole time.”

Chester’sbelly became warm as he puffedout his fluffy chest, purring happily as he nuzzled histrainer’shand. [“I won’tleave your side, Caleb. That’s a promise.”] They smiled at each other lovingly for a few moments longer before simultaneously jumping down from the bed, quickly getting to work on cleaning their room.

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