Bouncing Baby Boy!; A Pokemon RP (Private with theJozza)

Charlie had lived an odd life. He had never really cared for his overprotective parents, but he had long abandoned them in another region, before setting out on his journey. Years after, at the ripe old age of 20, he had never thought he'd see the inside of the daycare again. He sat in his bed, wearing a pull-up and a tee-shirt, looking around his room, with childishly decorated walls. There was a whole other bunk bed at the opposite end, and an empty bunk above him, but he guessed that the Human Adoption Agency hadn't found enough trainers in the woods to occupy them. As it was naptime, he did what he usually did around then. Sat on his bed, tried to ignore the pull-up, and wondered what would happen when a grown trainer with almost seven badges got adopted by pokemon, as their own young child.

He had a relatively normal build, slightly shorter than most his age. His hair was long, brown, and unkempt, though weeks without a barber, you couldn't quite find one of those while hiding out in and stealing food from a warehouse. His eyes were hazel, and he had many freckles on his face.

[theJozza]

In the hallway leading to the bedroom, Caroline (Cinderace) and Morgan (Lopunny) skip towards the door, hand in hand.

"Can you believe it, honey?" Morgan squeals. "We're finally getting our own little human. Our own perfect little baby boy!"

"I know, babe, I know," Caroline smiles back as they stop in front of the door. "Now let's get in there and get him. Mama wants some cuddles and she wants them now." With that she delivers a sharp kick to the door swinging it open.

Charlie shoots up, startled by the kick, seeing the two massive bunny-pokemon at the door, walking in and flicking on the lights, revealing the long-haired brunette, and a shocked expression on his face.

"H-hello?" The former trainer said, brushing his hair out of his eyes to get a better look, "Are you two here looking to adopt a baby? Well, the trained babies are down the hall, can't miss the smell, you couldn't pay me to visit that diaper ranch."

[theJozza]

"Aww he's even cuter in person," Morgan coos as the two of them walk up to him. "I can't wait to have fun with that hair."

"He's a silly one too," Caroline chuckles. "Why would we go anywhere else when we have a perfect baby boy right in front of us?"

"Uhhhh... because I'm potty trained, and am not a baby?" He said, knowing full well any attempt he made to defy them would likely be useless. So he opted to simply cross his arms, "Trust me, you'll have a whole lot more fun with that lot, I plan to keep my toilet-training!"

[theJozza]

"Such a silly boy," Morgan chuckles and scoops him into her arms. "Making pretend like he knows how to use the potty."

"Very silly," Caroline also chuckles. "After all we can see pretty clearly otherwise." With that she reaches out and pokes his pull up with a loud squish.

He blushed, as his pull-up was checked, not even knowing it was wet before, and fearful of what would happen next. It was almost tradition for adoptive poke-parents to make trainers use pull-ups... the other way, before changing them into their first diapers, a kind of champagne bottle-smashing against the ship, if you will. In fact, there was a wall of photos, dedicated to trainers in their first diapers, while their new parents, pinched in and sagging from their fingers, held up the balled-up pull-up, often with exaggerated reactions to it, gaping eyes, exaggerated laughter, the fanning of the nose, and always accompanied by a little comment scribbled on in marker. It was a fate he dreaded.

"A-Alright, can we get going now, then?" He asked, hoping to move things along, "I'm sure you want to take me to your home, right?"

[theJozza]

"Don't worry precious, we'll get you home really soon," Morgan coos and they carry him over to a fully stocked changing table in the room. "But first we need to get you out of those silly pull ups and into a proper diapey."

"That's right, and this silly shirt too," Caroline adds as she slips the shirt off his head and tosses it over her shoulder.

"H-Hey!" He said, as his bare chest was exposed, revealing not a single chest hair, something the HAA had made sure would never grow back, though it wasn't as if he had much in the first place. His belly noticeably grumbled, not loud enough for him to hear, but certainly enough for the attentive ear of a pokemon, "And I don't suppose you're going to change me just yet! In fact, I'm not going to have this happen! I'm going to hold it, you're going to give up and leave, and I can use that stupid small toilet, I win!"

[theJozza]

The two Pokemon exchange grins and walk to opposite sides of the table, acting as if they didn't hear his challenge.

"Gosh what a cute tummy," Morgan coos, giving him a poke. "You know before we change him it occurs to me there's a very important thing for us to do first."

"Heck yeah honey," Caroline nods. "It's important to see if our little boy is...ticklish!" With that the two of them lean down and simultaneously blow raspberries on his stomach.