Wittle Whitney (private)
 

(Private for me and kakarot)

Whitney was working at the fields this morning at her farm where her Uncle Milton worked. Since her uncle and his fellow workers were out in the city gathering supplies that meant she had to work extra hard to keep all the Miltank nice and fed until they returned. Being a farm girl AND a gym leader meant that she was very busy for most of the day and today was especially busy. She had been up since around five this morning to get an early start on her chores. The fields were very wide and open and the only buildings were her house and barns which meant the bathrooms were too far away from where she is now, just by the edge of the road. To make things easier she was wearing a diaper underneath her clothes. Feeling an urge to pee she looked around for a moment and decided to squat to wet her diaper as quickly as she could.

(I'm assuming shorts over the diaper since that is her anime attire?)

It was a beautiful day out, and Matt currently was riding his bike out to a farm that a gym leader named Whitney was it. He needed a gym badge and currently rode towards the directions he was given. Mentally he figured he would have to help her at her farm somehow, or he'd have to do a chore or such to get her to battle him. Since this was the case, he was ready for anything as he saw her close to the road, squatting down though. "Hey Whitney!" he called out while waving as he rode over and came to a stop in the grass close to her rather than staying on the road.

(Yep.)

Whitney felt a bit relaxed as she felt her concealed padding getting soaked. Then her heart raced when she heard a voice. "Is my uncle back so soon?" she thought to herself. Immediately she stood up straight and turned her head to see an approaching trainer heading her way. Filled with relief she calmed herself down a little and waved back. "Oh, hi there," Whitney spoke, "Uh....didn't see you there."

"I doubt you would have. I just rode over that hill" he reasons while wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead then breathed a bit more calmly. He looked over at the gym leader and smiled to see her, but noticed a huge bulge in her shorts. "So you're Whitney? Um I don't want to rush a battle, but I'd love to fight you for a badge. Is there anything I can do to help here that would make that possible? Or do I just have to wait for you to get to the gym?" he asks.

"Well I would love to have a battle with you," Whitney said, "But right now I am holding down the farm while my uncle is at the city to pick up some supplies that he ordered. Right now I am letting the Miltank wander the fried and graze while I just make sure that they don't get into any trouble." She looked around as she talked, making sure that the Miltank that were around the area weren't getting into any shenanigans. So far everything was fine.

"Okay well can I help with anything then?" he asks he stared at her crotch. "Um forgive me for being a bit forward. But what's with your poofy shorts?" he asks while taking in the farm and land around them. "This is a really nice field" he states.

"Well you could help me round them up," Whitney offered, "But they aren't really used to strangers trying to herd them. Most of the Miltank around here trust only the people who work here such as me." The gym leader gulped when she was about her shorts being all poofy. Was it that obvious? She always tried to get the thinnest diapers she could find so that her shorts could fit over them. "Why....they are the latest trend around the area," Whitney fibbed with a nervous smile, "And thanks, we work hard to keep the field nice year-round."

"Maybe I can stick with you then and after they see me with you they'll calm down a bit" he states then got a bit close and poked at the side of her shorts and he heard crinkling. "Wait....are these some sort of plastic shorts?" he asks while rubbing the fabric. "Something is crinkling underneath them" he points out while looking back up to Whitney's face. "Who started this trend?"

"Okay, but I am not due to bring these Miltank back to the barn in about half-an-hour," Whitney said, keeping her gaze onto the various Miltank, keeping a mental count on how many they are out there which is the same as when their grazing time had begun. While she was watched she felt her butt get poked and let out a scream while the Miltank all looked towards the two for a second before they returned their attention towards the grass. Whitney then looked towards the trainer's face, her face all cherry red. "What do you think you are doing?!" she cried, keeping her hands firmly on the rear of her shorts, "That's pretty rude you know."

"Um you're getting all red and nervous about shorts" he points out. "What's so rude? Wait....Crinkling.......Oh my gosh you're wearing a diaper!" he says being forward, assuming that her blushing and embarrassment would reveal the truth. "That explains your poofy shorts! That's.........actually pretty adorable" he states with a smile as he walked closer to her. "Let me poke your butt again" he teases.