“Look Gus, if you’re gonna live with us, you’re gonna have to learn how to behave. If you can’t--”

The words of his trainer reverberated in the Machamp’s ears. Gus remembered the injustice of the moment, how unfair he’d been treated, and the tears in his eyes as the tiger, through no fault of his own, scolded his newest pokemon. Meanwhile, this silver-haired brat had snickered to himself, safely free of blame for the latest of many times.

Fortunately, as the years passed, Gus had gotten better about being far away from the problem when Gabe had gotten in trouble, and Bazel had come to understand, at least partially, what a brat his little brother could be. The incidents between Machop and trainer had diminished, nearly vanished, and the two had grown to trust each other implicitly over their journeys together.

Gus, though, had never forgotten the times Gabe had taken advantage of him.

It was a big reason why he didn’t feel guilty, watching the embarrassed teenager dangle helplessly in his arms, pants around his ankles, and underwear pulled down to reveal the thick, puffy disposable diaper taped expertly to his hips. Gabe occasionally kicked his feet, as if to remind himself that he didn’t want any part of this decidedly infantile treatment.

“Oh man, Gabe, you sure showed me!” Toby chuckled haughtily, standing with his arms crossed and his still dizzy Sandshrew by his side. The lapine teenager could hardly believe his good fortune, watching as his most irritating rival was humiliated by a pokemon far too strong for him to handle. “What are you gonna do next, have him feed you a bottle?”

“Shut up, Toby!” Gabe shouted from behind his hands, lashing out again, but he was still unable to shake the Machamp’s grip even slightly. The big pokemon only smiled guilelessly, much like his trainer, and used one of his free hands to give the grumpy teenager a firm pat on his well-diapered bottom. “I still won the battle!”

“Maaa-champ.” Gus clucked his tongue, lifting the hapless boy a little higher before using his two free hands to pull Gabe’s underwear all the way down, joining his pants in a heap around his ankles. The assembled kids snickered, of course, most of them younger than the mouthy teenager on display – but old enough to be comfortably out of diapers, by this point. “Champ!”

“Champ-champ, whatever, just put me DOWN, Gus!” Gabe shouted at the unruly blue beast, furious and embarrassed, not nearly as commanding as he wanted to be. With his ankles bound together, all he could do was kick out with both feet, which he immediately regretted; all that it did was make his Pampers crinkle noisily, audible even over the giggling of the congregation. “NOW!”

The angrier that he got, though, the more Gus seemed to enjoy playing with him. The Machamp happily tossed Gabe up in the air again, this time catching him by the ankles and letting him dangle upside-down, the hem of his shirt now pulled up over the teenager’s face and his padded butt pointed almost completely up in the air.

“Aww, poor baby sounds cwanky!”

“Does he keep his paci in his backpack?”

“I bet he’s wet. Does widdle Gabe need his diapee changed?”

“Auuugh…” Thoroughly shamed by the kids’ suggestions, and the very public reveal of his snugly taped diapers, all the teenager could do was resume covering his eyes with his hands, knowing full well that this was something Toby was never going to let him forget. He didn’t even think to regret the years of torment he’d inflicted on a poor, loyal Machop. “Gus, you’re such a JERK!”

Gus only laughed, clearly having a good time, and from Gabe’s perspective, certainly not grasping the gravity of the situation. For his trouble, and in an apparent attempt to calm his fussiness, the Machamp patted Gabe on his upside-down butt, his diaper resounding with a muffled, crinkly thud, and baby powder puffing from his legbands onto the backs of his thighs.

“Champ-champ.” Gus proclaimed with a firm nod, using all four of his arms to turn Gabe right-side up again, his shirt falling back into place, his cheeks furiously red, and his hair disheveled from the impromptu roller coaster. Holding the teenager under the arms again, the Machamp used his two free hands to readjust the wide tapes at the hips of Gabe’s diaper, ensuring a snug fit for an active boy.

“Man, this is too much.” Toby chuckled, happy to watch the show as the Machamp pinched his rival’s cheeks and pulled his arms up in the air like he was doing some kind of cheer routine. Kneeling down to pat his Sandshrew, the bunny had a look around at the laughing kids and the other teenagers, pleased that the mouthy Gabe was finally getting some comeuppance for all of his big talk. “There’s no way this Machamp is yours, he’s not listening to a word you say!”

“I KNOW, IT SUCKS!” Gabe barked frantically, kicking out with both feet again, but they didn’t do more than glance off of the rock-like abs of the huge blue pokemon. When Gus let go of his arms this time, the teenager was quick to grab for the B-inscribed pokeball, eager to end this humiliation and beat a strategic retreat. “You aren’t EVER coming out aga--!”

“Maaaa-, champ?” The pokemon’s voice lilted as if he was talking to a baby, and Gabe’s cheeks burned with the realization of how much the blue humanoid sounded like his big brother babytalking him. Before he could press the button and recall the four-armed menace, Gus grabbed the ball away from him and held it out of his reach, using his other hand to wag a finger him at in the most patronizing, paternal way a pokemon could manage. He even clicked his tongue, tutting the pouty teenager like an overgrown toddler. “Champ, ma-champ.”

“Uh oh, looks like Gus is the trainer now!” Of course, Toby was all too eager to make jokes at Gabe’s expense, and much to the amusement of the other kids nearby. The bunny boy took a moment to recall his Sandshrew, who was still wobbling with some residual dizziness from Gus’ glancing blow, and pulled his phone from his pocket to commemorate the occasion with a couple of pictures of his hapless rival, particularly of that well-diapered, puffy bottom that the Machamp seemed almost intent on showing off. “This has gotta be super embarrassing for you, Gabe. I dunno how it could get much worse!”

Unfortunately for Gabe, he was about to find out just how much worse it could get for him.

“I said shut UP, Toby!” Gabe shouted at his gloating rival, squirming in the Machamp’s grip, but he quickly realized that wiggling his diapered butt only made the kids laugh more, so he stopped doing that, and instead, as if to preserve his modesty, he tried to reach down and pull his shirt lower to cover his diaper from the prying eyes of the assembled playground kids. “You just wait ‘til I tell Baz about this, you’re gonna be in SO much tro—EEEHAHAHAHA!”

Before he could continue with his grand threat, the Machamp put a stop to his complaining by using both hands to dance up the teenager’s exposed ribcages, deftly seeking out all the most ticklish spots that Gabe’s big brother had long since discovered. Gus had been watching his trainer take care of his baby brother for some time, after all, and it was almost uncanny how much had rubbed off on the pokemon.

“Cut it OUT, you big, blue—AAHAHAHAHA!” Try as he might to keep his laughter under control, Gabe was near unbelievably ticklish, and Gus was clearly in no mood to be merciful. Still with a firm grip under the teenager’s arms, the Machamp had two more big, deceptively agile hands to torment the bratty little brother.

Gabe was helpless, completely at the pokemon’s mercy, and almost painfully aware that Toby and his entourage were laughing almost as hard as he was. With his ankles tied together by his jeans and kiddy underwear, all he could do was thrash uselessly in the Machamp’s iron hold, his bouncing bottom, accented by his Squirtle-printed Pampers, only a source of further amusement for the gathered audience so eager to see the silver-haired boy humbled.

Much like big brother Bazel, though, Machamp knew what tickling Gabe too much would result in. The teenager’s diapers weren’t just for show, after all, and it was only a matter of time before nature took its course. And despite his limited understanding of the situation, Gus knew full well how to handle a fussy Gabe getting too big for his britches.

“Gus, STOP, you’reeEEEE—gonna make me--!” The teenager was doing his best to protest between peals of laughter, but it made him sound like he was having too much of a good time for the Machamp to stop. After all, Gus wasn’t interested in actually hurting his trainer’s little brother, but he couldn’t resist having some fun with the boy that had bullied him when they were closer to the same size. “STOOOP!”

It was at that moment, though, that Gabe lost the battle with his somewhat limited potty-training. He lost control of himself, and a burst of warmth flooded the front of his diaper. All he could do was tuck his legs and continue to struggle tiredly in the Machamp’s arms, his shirt pulled up to expose his belly, and of course, the entirety of his diaper as he wet himself like an oversized, grumpy toddler. The padding swelled uncomfortably between his thighs, sagging a little lower on his hips, the colorful adhesives on each side strained downward by the weight of his accident.

“Oh my gosh, he really wet himself!”

“Geez, what a baby!”

“Some rival you are, Gabe; you’re not even potty-trained yet.” Toby couldn’t even mask how delighted he was; not that he was trying particularly hard. With his point proven, though, the Machamp’s torturous tickling slowly tapered off to a stop, but that big grin never left his face. It was satisfying to handle the runty teen, and Gus was very quickly learning why his trainer seemed to enjoy it so much. As Gabe panted, red-faced and wet-diapered, the blue pokemon brought him inward to hold him, toddler-style, against his chest, a broad forearm supporting him by the seat of his Pampers.

“Uh oh. Is it time for a diapee change?” More giggles from the peanut gallery, and as if to confirm their suspicions, Gus patted Gabe on the seat of his wet diaper, and reached down with a lower arm to pluck his backpack off of the ground. With the teenager resting against his chest, exhausted from being tickled into wetting himself, the Machamp took a look around and moved over to the bench nearest Toby, apparently deciding that a makeshift changing table, in lieu of Gabe’s usual in his bedroom, was the best option.

“Augh, Gus--! Don’t you DARE!” The teenager shouted breathlessly, but Gus was well past the point of even acknowledging him. Gabe even pushed and shoved on the Machamp’s test, trying to get him to loosen his grip, but it was like fighting a brick wall with a spaghetti noodle. All he could do was glower ferociously as the Machamp leaned forward to lay him gently, like a baby, down on his back atop the bench.

“Geez, he’s actually gonna do it!” Toby sounded almost beside himself with glee, snapping a few more pictures for posterity, then putting his phone away so as not to distract himself from the ongoing spectacle. The Machamp, who the bunny boy had decided must have been Gabe’s babysitter, was leaving nothing to question, no doubts at all about who was in charge of this strange relationship. “He’s really gonna change Gabe’s diaper! Out here in front of everybody!”

“Toby, if you don’t SHUT UP…!” Gabe nearly roared, but it was hard to take his threats even remotely seriously with the teenager on his back, having his shirt pulled up, and his skinny legs spread around the bulk of his wet diaper. It wasn’t long before he was hiding his eyes behind his hands again; it didn’t do much, especially with more sensitive parts totally exposed, but it was better than glaring at the oblivious Machamp.

“Champ-champ-ma-champ-champ…” The pokemon was actually singing a little melody as he worked, fiddling with the zipper on Gabe’s backpack until he got the largest pocket open and reaching inside to remove the necessary changing supplies. Despite the teenager’s insistence on being a grown-up, there was no mistaking the inside of his backpack as anything but a diaper bag; baby wipes, baby powder, and a couple of diapers were immediately obvious to anyone looking, which included absolutely everyone at the park.

“Man, what a BABY…” The bunny continued to scoff, of course, unwilling to allow Gabe to forget his presence, a happily participating audience in his rival’s (literal) dressing down at the multiple hands of the big, blue hulk. “I didn’t know that was your DIAPER bag that you carried around all the time, Gabe.”

“Toby, I SWEAR I’M GONNA KICK YOUR A—”

Before he could get himself in any further trouble, though, the teenager found his mouth full of a familiar rubber bulb, and a shield of cool plastic pressed against his mouth. Coming out from behind his hands, he was mortified to see that Gus had found his pacifier tucked away in his backpack (just in case, Bazel had told him) and pushed it into his mouth.

“Mmf, Guuuus…!” Gabe whined, sounding far more petulant than he meant to, especially with the pacifier making him lisp like a toddler. He tried to spit it out, but all it took was one of Gus’ hands pressed against the ring of the pacifier to keep it firmly lodged in his mouth. “Le’gGO!”

Still ignoring the teenager, Gus started to hum again, a tune Gabe recognized from his big brother, the Machamp merrily pulled out anything he might need to change his grumpy charge’s wet diaper, all spread around the hapless trainer. Wipes, baby powder, a fresh diaper, and much to the amusement of the audience, a tube of rash cream; no doubt the pokemon had seen that calm Gabe’s fussiness in the distant past.

“I thought my little brother was a baby for wearing pull-ups when he was five, but this is way worse.” Toby explained, still snickering as he watched the Machamp work like an expert babysitter. The pokemon had no problem holding Gabe’s pacifier in his mouth and keeping him laying comfortably on his back, a consummate professional. “I can’t believe I’m actually rivals with someone that’s still in DIAPERS.”

Gabe’s cheeks burned, but there was nothing he could do. All of his squirming and thrashing was completely ignored by his brother’s Machamp, and any attempt to take his pacifier out or threaten Toby any further was met by another finger-wag, and a long, low ‘chaaaamp~’ of disapproval. He couldn’t tell which was more embarrassing, being chastised like a little kid, or laying back and hoping Gus would get bored of picking on him in front of everyone.

Regardless, he was quickly realizing that the situation was entirely out of his hands.

It was all the runty trainer could do to watch the Machamp pull his shirt up on his waist, still effortlessly holding him in place, as if he was a baby in danger of rolling off of the bench and hurting himself. That was as far as Gabe got, though, before he covered his eyes again, paci still lodged firmly in his mouth as he felt big, strong hands on his hips.

The chatter continued, but Gabe did his best to ignore the teasing and laughter as his diaper was untaped. Each adhesive was peeled back and noisily popped free of the plastic shell, loud enough to announce to anyone within a city block that someone was getting their wet diaper changed; or so the grumpy teenager felt. Like a baby, his ankles were gathered together and lifted, and he felt another of those big hands patting his butt again before unfolding his swollen, soggy Pampers, baring his bottom for the insatiable crowd.

“Champ-champ.” Gus muttered, shaking his head in disappointment as he dealt with the unsavory task. With Gabe’s ankles in the air, the Machamp paused, considering for a moment, before stripping the teenager completely. His jeans and underwear were stuffed into the diaper bag, no doubt headed straight for the laundry later.

Anything Gabe might have said, though, was interrupted by the feel of cold baby wipes on his bare rump. The teenager yelped and tried to squirm away from the touch, but the pokemon, as usual, was insistent. Getting Gabe clean enough for his fresh diaper was the most important part of changing time, after all.

Gus was clearly in no hurry, though, as he wiped the trainer clean. He was as thorough as a babysitter could be, leaving no inch of Gabe’s diaper area unwiped, and no remaining shred of modesty for the embarrassed teenager. It was a particularly humiliating sight for the silver-haired boy, one that he would undoubtedly be reminded of almost daily for the foreseeable future; laying prone on his back, his legs lifted and his butt pointed up in the air, being wiped clean by his big brother’s star pokemon.

“I hope Baz kicks you off his team…” The teenager muttered sullenly, muffled by his pacifier, but grouchy enough that he didn’t seem to care how childish he sounded. Gus just laughed in response, two hands providing another brief tickle up the boy’s ribcage as he balled the wet diaper up and, much to Gabe’s chagrin, handed it to Toby to dispose of.

“I guess babies are kind of a handful.” The bunny boy observed as he ‘helpfully’ dropped his rival’s wet diaper in the trash can, still grinning smugly as he savored the goings-on. “That’s probably why your brother checks up on you so often, huh?”

“Uuugh…” Gabe groaned, sinking down lower, as if he was trying to seep through the cracks in the bench. A tell-tale crinkling sound made his ears twitch as Gus unfolded a fresh diaper for him, his legs still up, and his naked butt still shown off to the entire playground.

“Maa-champ.” A soft puff of baby powder followed, then a cloud as the pokemon’s strength clearly didn’t translate too well to powdering a teenager during a diaper change. The dust made Gabe sneeze a couple of times, and the resulting haze in the air had him sniffling. It made Gus laugh, of course, and the Machamp made no effort to brush the couple of white spots off of the trainer’s shirt. “Champ-champ.”

“Champ-champ yourself, you big jerk…” Gabe mumbled, sullen, cranky, and ready to be anywhere else but this stupid park. He was doing his best not to squirm for this part, though. He knew as well as anyone that a crooked diaper meant a leaky diaper, and if anything was more embarrassing than a public diaper change, it was a public pants-soaking.

For his part, though, Gus had definitely been paying attention to his trainer’s interactions with his little brother. In one smooth motion, he pulled the front of Gabe’s diaper up between his legs, the bulk enough to keep his skinny thighs gently spread, and wrapped him up at the hips. Two tapes, one on each side, sealed the thick diaper into place, and the pokemon couldn’t help but grin at his handiwork, lifting Gabe by the ankles again to firmly pat his newly pampered bottom. Baby powder puffed from his legbands.

“Ma-champ.”

With his charge dry and freshly diapered, the Machamp took to rummaging in the bag again. This time, though, he removed a pair of briefs that Bazel insisted were his little brother’s favorites. They were decidedly kiddish in nature, though definitely more grown-up than diapers, and decorated with red trim and little pictures of Cubones in various states of playful activity.

“What now…” Gabe muttered to himself, peeking out from between his fingers again, and frowning indignantly at the sight of his most embarrassing pair of underwear. He shouldn’t have been surprised, but somehow, he had missed his big brother packing that particular set of underoos -- just in case of emergency. “REALLY, Gus?”

“Nice undies, Gabe. Do they go over your diaper so you can look like a big boy?” Still hamming it up, of course, Toby stood with his arms crossed, leaning his weight back on his heels as the Machamp popped Gabe’s feet through the legholes of his underwear and pulled them up the length of his legs; up his calves, past his knees and over his thighs before fitting them snugly over the bulk of his new diaper.

Gabe watched helplessly as his colorful underwear were pulled into place, his shirt even tucked into the elastic waistband, but it wasn’t long before he went into hiding again, the pacifier now bobbing unhindered in his mouth, the grumpy teenager having long since accepted its presence.

“Chaaaamp…” The Machamp almost crooned, sounding affectionate as he lifted Gabe under the arms again. His shirt tucked into his briefs created an almost makeshift onesie, but the playfully printed fabric did little to hide the fact that he was wearing diapers. In fact, the clear bulk stretching his briefs seemed to emphasize the fact, a clear announcement that this fussy teenager was wearing Pampers.

“You’re the worst pokemon ever…” Gabe grumbled, dangling limply as the blue brute tucked the teenager against his broad chest. He lifted one of the boy’s arms and used it to wave bye-bye to the other boys and girls, all of which were happy to return the gesture with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Gabe, of course, flopped like a fish, not cooperating with the gesture at all.

“Bye-bye, baby Gabe!”

“Must be your naptime!”

“See you tomorrow, ‘Rival’.”

Gabe muttered under his breath, leaning his head against the Machamp’s huge chest, a forearm under his diapered rump again as he was carried off. He could tell from the direction that they were going that Gus was taking him home, something that he was silently thankful for.

He could definitely use a nap.

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And the conclusion. :) Had a good time writing this one, hopefully my Poke-speak wasn't too rusty!