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Hey there everybody, got a new story for you
You MIGHT remember a little stunk you appeared in Joey's (my pancham's) introduction story? If not I'm not surprised...
But I'm giving him his own story anyway! =D
Meet Tobias P. Mephiton Jr (Toby to his friends), a little stunky from an admitedly... unusual household with an equally unusual fashion sense...
It's his first day at the PCA! Lets watch what happens~
(yes diapers are involved in case your wondering~ =P)
Also be on the look out for a certain squirrel who stinks like a skunk (but in a different way)~ He'll be important for later~
Also a big thanks to my friends Tacky and Ozzie for letting me use their characters for cameos =3
Anyway please enjoy, fav & comment, and have a great day ^,^
Toni owned by
Tacky
Cody owned by
Ozzie-boxer
Other characters owned by me
Pokemon owned by nether of us
"Dear Journal, I'm now OFFICIALLY a student at the Pokemon Combat Academy! I was gonna have a tour guide, a teddiursa who was actually SMALLER than me if you can believe it, but Rob showed me around instead. I officially start tomorrow with going to classes and everything! Things are looking up!"
The little stunky stopped scribbling in his journal for a moment to look around his room. The same nautical themed murals on the walls, the blue and white nursery furniture (complete with changing table and toddler bed with rails), and thick nursery style carpet Tobias P. Mephiton Jr. (better known as Toby) had known since as long as he could recall was there to return his gaze. Sighing and petting Bell's head, the little bounsweet chirping happily as she danced on his shoulder, Toby resumed writing in his journal.
"Still no luck talking mom and dad into letting me have a big boy room, will try again tomorrow. Sincerely, Toby."
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Toby woke up in his usual fashion… one of his parents, Dad this time, Mom must be busy with breakfast, leaning over the toddler rails of his bed and smiling down at him. Why bother with an alarm clock when the "Lets you out of that full thing and into a fresh diaper" clock was more dependable? Not like the stunky had a choice either way… both in how he woke up and the whole needing diapers thing. As his dedenne daddy lowered the toddler rails and helped him out of bed and over to the changing table, happily talking to him like he was still a kindergartner as they went, Toby couldn't help but think on the cruel twist of genetics that'd stuck him in baby undies.
It was common knowledge that poison types not only had natural poison in their bodies but were immune to being poisoned because of it. So it was a surprising shock to find out that thanks to a minor genetic defect Toby wasn't 100% immune to his own poison. Now the stunky knew for a fact it could have been much, much worse for him… he could have grown up in the hospital hooked up to tubes if his inner workers were much weaker. This was cold comfort for Toby though since while he wasn't so weak as to be helpless… he WAS just weak enough that he not only had problems not having accidents but he was, like his species was always stereotyped, a little stinker. Hence not only needing diapers but needing special, super durable and odor suppressing diapers… which translated into them being thick and hard to hide-
"Lets go with the thicker brand today, okay sport? Don't want you stinking out your classmates after all, right~?"
His dad's warm, teasing chuckle did nothing to make that comment less painful for Toby. "Dad! Noooooo!" the stunky squealed, trying hard (and failing) to keep from sounding like he was whining… even as his dad lifted him by his ankles and slipped the diaper of his choosing under the tiny teen. "Be a big boy about this sport~ Nearly done~" was his dad's only reply as, like so many other things in his life, Toby didn't have any say in what was going to happen as his tail was threaded through the back of the diaper before it was taped snuggly around his midsection. "There we go! And UP we go~" his dad chuckled, admiring a job well done before tugging Toby up into a sitting position and helping him off the changing table.
"Okay sport, now lets get some breakfast in you-" his dad said, poking Toby's tummy for emphasis (the stunky was ashamed he giggled in reflex to that) "and after that it's time to get dressed and ready for big boy school~"
Toby barely managed to keep from groaning since he knew from experience his first fight of the day WOULDN'T be at the combat academy. It also would be over something far, far more important than grades...
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"Come on sweetie, mama picked out a perfectly lovely outfit for her baby polecat today~"
"Mooooom, you promised! You promised you'd let me decide what I wear!"
It'd be over whether he went to school in a sailor suit or not. Standing in his room, since his mom was with him he might as well be honest and call it a nursery, the stunky looked up at the massive skuntank and tried to make himself look as big and mature as possible. He was painfully aware it amount to a fussy toddler pout but he tried all the same. He'd need everything he could muster to win this argument. "But sweetie-" his mom cooed, the tall and chubby poison type giving him the kind of smile you'd give an upset toddler who can't understand what you're saying "don't you want to look nice and proper for your day at big boy school~?" she asked, using the same term his dad had used all the while holding up an outfit that, as far as Toby was concerned, would do neither of those things.
There was no way to describe the outfit his mom was holding up other than a sailor suit. A sailor suit for older toddlers mind you… but still a sailor suit. Toby knew way more about sailor suits than he ever wanted to since the navy/ocean theme of his nursery wasn't a coincidence… and the less said about the row of portrait photos in the hall outside his room, starting with him at a few months old and going up to the present day, all of him in the same style of sailor suit the better. He'd managed to avoid this problem at his last school since there'd been a uniform policy… but the PCA allowed students to wear what they wanted. Which meant he had to convince his MOM to let him wear what he wanted.
"Come on, do it for mommy~? I want my baby polecat to look his best for all the new friends he's going to make~" his mom cooed, holding the hanger with the outfit on it out and waving it a little as if trying to entice Toby to take it. The stunky didn't budge and played the only card he KNEW would make his mom listen to reason. One move he'd learned long ago but saved only for emergency situations like this one. Doing his best to make his eyes tear up Toby stuck his lip out, made it quiver, swallowed what little dignity he had and let out a pitiful whine of "Yu pwomised…" punctuated by a few sniffles. He even went so far as to hang his head and look up at her sadly as he did so. If that didn't convince her he'd have to work himself up to a full on "plop on his bottom and cry" stunt… and he wasn't sure where he'd go if that failed. Cry and flail? Anything, ANYTHING to get out of wearing a sailor suit to school…
Luckily mom let out that familiar sigh "Oh alright, no tears okay? Mommy hates to see her little polecat all sad faced. You can pick out what you wear to school… today~" the skuntank said as she turned to hang the outfit back up in the closet. Toby breathed a sigh of relief, and did his best to ignore that today comment, once her back was turned. His first victory of the day… and he wasn't even at school yet! Maybe things would go smoothly for once. "I swear… I bet this is because of Robert…" Toby's ears perked up as he overheard his mother mumbling to herself while hanging the outfit back up. His cheeks flushed in annoyance and he stuck his lip out for a genuine pout as he realized what she was getting at again, But he wasn't gonna let it get under his skin. He was a big boy, he could ignore this-
"First battling and now this… he's being a bad influence on my precious little baby boy…"
"Moooooom! No he's noooooot!"
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Toby huffed and pouted as he watched his mom leave the room. His argument with her had gone as well as normal… meaning she'd brushed off what he was saying, patted his cheeks affectionately, and called him her silly baby. She'd only left the room because she'd wanted to go make sure he'd packed enough "Supplies" in his backpack… aka she was going to stuff more diapers and baby powder in there. Deciding to ignore that for now Toby instead focused on the fact he'd get to wear what he wanted. He'd even picked out what it was gonna be last night. Baggy dark blue pants (which he was disappointed to find were STILL snug over his massive diapers), a extra long untucked blue button-up shirt (to further help hide his bulgy bottom), and lastly a long sleeved dark blue coat that matched his pants (which was mostly just to look cool). Looking in the mirror Toby worried somebody might realize he was cosplaying (since he was basically wearing a modified japanese school uniform)… but decided to ignore that in favor of striking a few poses. Ignoring reality in favor of imagining how cool and manly he looked...
Like all those cool delinquents he looked up to from the mangas he loved to read.
A self-deluding mental image that was quickly, and easily, broken by the bouncing pink ball of cheer that hopped up on his shoulder and chirped happily to him. Toby just smiled and gently patted Bell's head, the bounsweet let out a happy trill in response. Even if it WAS humiliating to need a service animal to handle his stink the stunky loved his little mobile air freshener. She was always happy to see him, didn't talk down to him, was always cheerful, and always tried to cheer him up when he was down… AND she was trained so she didn't disrupt his classes any. She just sat quietly in her special pocket in his backpack till class was over. And he was aware exactly how badly it reflected on his mental state that his pet bounsweet was his only friend (Rob didn't count being his cousin and all)… but he'd take what he could get.
Letting Bell rest on his shoulder Toby looked back at the mirror and ran a paw through his messy hair… he could style it the way he liked if he really wanted to… but he knew mom was waiting for him with a comb that embarrassingly babyish parted hairstyle she thought he looked cute in. So there really wasn't any point to trying to fix it himself… yet anyway. Toby pushed the door open and waddled down the hallway as he steeled himself to endure her fussing and doting…
Fixing it the way HE liked could wait till he got to school.
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Fixing his hair the way he liked AND furiously scrubbing the big kissy mark from mom's goodbye kiss, from when she'd dropped him off at the school gates, off of his cheek. Toby was focused on finding the nearest bathroom as quickly as possible and taking care of both before anybody could see him like that. After spend several minutes scrubbing his cheeks furiously till he was sure every bit of lipstick was gone Toby took a deep breath, composed himself, and pulled the comb and small tube of hair gel he'd hidden away in his coat pockets. His mom would probably fuss if she found out he was doing this… but what she didn't know wouldn't cause problems. A philosphy the stunky adapted to most of the things he did in his attempts to look… well… to look NOT like a plump, pampered, little baby boy. To not look like himself.
With practiced precision Toby styled his hair up into a pompadour… a small one since he didn't have much hair, but a pompadour none-the-less. Part of him was aware of how ridiculous this probably looked, but he did it anyway. After making sure it was perfect he slipped the hair supplies away, took a deep breath, and looked his reflection square in the eyes. "You're TOUGH." he said, ironically whispering in case somebody might be walking by the bathroom to overhear. "You're the TOUGHEST around. Nobody's gonna mess with you." he chanted, puffing his chest out and standing up a little straighter. "You're a tough delinquent, this is your school… your territory! Anybody mess with you and your gonna knock 'em down!" his voice rising a little as he worked hard to make himself believe this. If he could believe it… then he could make it real, right? That was how it worked… right?
As a ringing bell jarred him out of his pep-talk, the stunky deflating on the spot as he squeaked out "I'm gonna be late for class!!!" and dashed out of the bathroom, his attempts to pump himself up momentarily forgotten in favor of not wanting to get in trouble on one of his first days.
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Toby was back to feeling good about himself by the time his free period rolled around. He hadn't gotten into any trouble in any of his classes, he'd avoided having an accident so far, AND he'd been mostly ignored by his classmates… meaning he didn't have to try and back-up his attempt at swaggering and looking tough. It also meant he didn't have to answer any uncomfortable questions about his outfit or Bell or anything. Toby wasn't good with kids his age… after all he'd spent a good chunk of his time in grade school learning how to not be noticed. People were less likely to bully him that way… and it wasn't like he could make any friends. Even if they looked past the fact he was a big stinky baby the moment they came to his house his parents would ruin any chance he'd have of being taken seriously. So Toby had gotten used to things like eating lunch by himself or lonely birthday parties… it was safer than being the school laughing stock.
It was why he got so enamored with the delinquents he found in the manga section of his parent's bookshop… they didn't CARE what people thought about them. They did what they wanted and were tough and manly enough to get away with it. Like his cousin Rob. Toby hadn't had the guts to try any of this swagger or attitude anywhere but in front of the mirror before… but this was a new school! A new chance! He could be a whole different person here! He could-
Squeak in surprise as somebody suddenly threw their arm around his shoulder and pulled him uncomfortably close to them.
"Hiya!"
Toby wasn't sure what to expect from the sudden assault… but being cheek to cheek with a fluffy pachirisu kid (who, surprisingly, was only a little taller than he was) with a beaming smile probably wouldn't have been his first couple of guesses. Acting on reflex Toby shoved himself away from the squirrel. Wobbling and waddling as he stumbled and tried to maintain his balance before turning to see who this guy was. A chubby cheeked pachirisu guy with a tuft of hair on his forehead, an oversized hoodie, and a surprisingly disarming smile was all he got from a glance since he didn't recognize the kid at all… which made the sudden personal space violation all the weirder. "Sorry, sorry, sorry bout that~" the kid said… or was he a teen? Toby knew he was just as chubby and childish looking so he didn't have a right to judge him on that… but if the squirrel WAS a teen he didn't look it anymore than Toby did.
"Personal space, right? Sorry, keep forgettin. Nice ta meet'cha. Names Alvin~" the squirrel continued, his tone friendly and cheerful as he had his hands in his hoodie pocket and his tail (which Toby just noticed was absolutely MASSIVE) swished behind him. "Um… hi? I'm Toby-" the stunky stuttered, too weirded out to bother trying to put up his tough guy facade, as he was about to ask what the heck Alvin wanted… "Hiya Toby! You're new here, right?" only for the squirrel to cut him off with more of that beaming smile and friendly tone. "New kid, right?" Alvin continued as Toby reluctantly nodded, wondering if he should back away… as the pachirisu rendered that point moot. His sneakers squeaking on the tile floor as he walked over and threw his arm around Toby's shoulders again. This time without pulling the stunky close enough for their cheeks to touch.
"Right! Bet'cha still gettin used to the place then~" the electric type chirped as Toby noted Alvin's massive tail was snaking around him and making pushing away harder than before… was that intentional or did this kid just really not understand personal space? Toby wasn't sure. "Say, we're kinda the same size~" Alvin trilled, sounding like he'd actually just noticed that "As a fellow shorty how bout I give ya a hand then? Some advice ta help ya here at the Academy? How's that sound?" he punctuated the offer with more beaming, buck-toothed smile as Toby squirmed a little in the pachirisu's grasp. Toby wasn't sure WHAT to make of the clingy pachirisu to be honest. The offer seemed… sincere at least? "Doin this cause Imma nice guy an I wanna help, okay? Want ta hear the advice?" Alvin added, the insistence putting Toby a little more on edge than he'd be otherwise. He needed all the help he could get and Alvin seemed friendly enough but… something felt off here… maybe? Either way he wasn't getting free unless he played along so Toby finally nodded.
"Okay!" Alvin's grin somehow got even bigger… as he suddenly pulled Toby cheek-to-cheek again, much to the stunky's discomfort, and started whispering to him "Now… ya didn't hear it from me but-" alarm bell suddenly going off in Toby's head at how Alvin had phrased that as the pachirisu stopped and suddenly changed topics "Do ya know of a group called Team Pre-K?' he asked, both raising more alarms and making Toby flashback to the day before. His cousin had arrived to show him around but before then there'd been this Teddiursa kid, Toby distinctly remembered cause the teddy bear had been HIS size… which was pretty rare, who was supposed to give him the tour. Rob had taken over but as his cousin had been carrying him off he'd said… he'd said the teddiursa was a member of Team Pre-K!
"… no?" Toby answered, his squirming discomfort helping to mask how bad he was at lying "Why would somebody name themselves that?" he added to try and sound more convincing. Also because he was generally curious why anybody would name a team that. "Well they're short like us, ya see? But-" Alvin started to explain, Toby squeaking as the pachirisu suddenly pulled him to the side of the hall apparently not wanting people to overhear "they're a bunch of FREAKS… that's what I've heard anyway." Alvin quickly added as Toby was starting to doubt the sincerity of this advice. "Yeah, yeah, they're a bunch of freaks-" the squirrel continued, putting his free hand up next to his mouth to emphasize his whispering "they all look like they should be in daycare and I've heard from RELIABLE sources they're all, get this, in DIAPERS! They USE 'em to! Bet they're aren't even real teens so they shouldn't even be at this school… what I heard anyway~"
That last part was so obviously tacked on to try and make this sound legitimate Toby was surprised it didn't fall off with how quickly Alvin said it. He'd spent too much time AVOIDING being the subject of malicious gossip at his last school not to recognize it when it was shoved in his face. Especially when, as his increased awareness of his baby undies and a fear Alvin might notice them with how close he was made clear, it struck a nerve for the stunky. "Yeah, yeah, I heard they're only winning their matches cause their opponents go EASY on em… like the buncha babies they are…" Alvin continued, unaware or outright oblivious to the glare Toby was trying to give him "But yeah, anyway be on the look out for them… ya don't wanna get mixed up with them, right? Oh! And make sure ta let others know bout it to… but ya didn't hear it from me. Okay?"
Toby was silent for a moment as he mentally debated what to do in this situation. Asking himself "What would a manga character do?"… then deciding "Punch him hard in the nose" wasn't QUITE called for. Tempting definitely… but not called for. "Where'd you hear all this from?" Toby opted to say instead, putting all his effort into making his voice sound deeper and rougher than its usual childish squeak. Apparently surprising Alvin as his sunny smile faltered for a brief second to an annoyed, spoiled frown (with how regularly his mom took him to shop at baby stores Toby could recognize the "Spoiled Brat" face pretty easily by now)… before bouncing back to a smile with a light laugh as he waved his hand in the air dismissively "Oh ya know, people talk and all so I hear stuff here and there… nuthin too big… just tryin ta look out for ya buddy, that's all!" he chirped, flashing another award winning grin… which Toby suspected to be as fake as all his others.
"Right… thanks but I'll see for myself if I run into them… it's a big school, right? What are the chances of that." The stunky said, still doing his best to sound tough… and mentally kicking himself for not telling the pachirisu off like he wanted. He wasn't gonna start a fight in the middle of the hall on his first week though. Toby decided to settle for trying to roughly shove the pachirisu away from him… and hide his panic when this failed utterly. "Right… what are the chances…" Alvin said, not bothering with his fake smile anymore as he was back to the annoyed spoiled brat look "But if ya DO bump into them… remember what I said, got it?" The previously light and fluffy paw was now gripping Toby's shoulder with a strength he hadn't expected from the living plush toy. "I'll think about it." Toby shot back, trying to sound defiant… and not panicked over the mild static current running through the massive tail still wrapped around him like a snake.
"Ya do that…" Alvin said, sounding like a kid who didn't get to play the game he'd wanted and was about to storm off and go home, as he eased up his grip on the stunky… just in time to smack Toby hard in the gut with a act of violence disguised as a friendly gesture "See ya 'round Toby." With that the squirrel finally let go of Toby, leaving him doubled over in the hallway as the electric type strolled away casually as if nothing had happened… oh-so-innocently smacking Toby upside the head with the massive tip of his tail as he left.Toby didn't bother to reply to that as he clutched his stomach. For one thing he wouldn't be able to keep his tough voice up if he said anything else. He was still reeling from the, admittedly obvious, realization that there'd be jerks like that at the PCA he had to deal with. His other reason for keeping quiet was thanks to his condition he was sensitive to a couple things that could cause him problems… blows to the gut were one of them…
So as much as he wanted to try and come up with a cool retort to spit at the back of Alvin's head he was a bit preoccupied trying to remember where the nearest nurse's was so he could get a change.
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All Toby had to do was go to the nurse, say he needs help, and explain the situation. That's all the stunky had to do to get help. Go to an adult and tell them he had a condition and had messed his pants like a toddler and needed them to help change his diaper. That was all he had to do… and he was already ready to curl up in shame at the thought of it. But that wouldn't get him changed any quicker so instead he kept waddling, no matter how he tried to play it up as a swagger he was painfully aware it was a waddle, down the hallway. He kept reminding himself he had to do this plenty of times back at his old school. Just make sure he was alone when he went to the nurse's office and ask her to be quick as possible. Speaking of which if he remembered his cousins tour right there was a nurses station around this next corner and just a little further down the hall. So he just had to make it a little further was all...
As Toby rounded the corner and his body kept moving even as his mind screeched to a halt and frantically pumped the break peddle. He'd remember right and he could see the nurse's office sign halfway down the hall… but he could ALSO see a small group of other students arriving before him. His mind proceeded to try and change gears on the fly at that though since the trio didn't look like students. At least, they didn't look any more like high school students than HE did. Three kids who didn't look like they were old enough for first grade, a gothita girl, a teddiursa boy, and a growlithe boy, had just beaten him to the nurse's office. Part of his conscious mind registered the boys were letting the gothita go in first and the growlithe was apparently insisting the teddiursa go in front of him in line… the rest of Toby's mind was in panic mode and screaming conflicting messages to his body on what to do in this situation.
Finally some of the conflicting orders lined up and Toby's body responded. The stunky turned sharply on his heels mid step, a small part of him wondering if the kids saw him and praying they didn't, and continued back the way he came without missing a beat. That nurse's station was no longer an option. Not anytime in the immediate future anyway and he needed out of his full diaper NOW… which didn't leave him many options. He could try and go to another nurse's station… but his panic wired mind had completely blanked on where any others were. Which left just one option remaining as Toby fumbled in his coat for his, embarrassingly simple and pastel colored, phone. Nearly dropping the device multiple times the stunky finally managed to key up a text message and hit send…
Meaning all he could do now was pray Rob was willing to meet him at his locker.
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"Ugh, Next time get the NURSE to do this, got that Stinker?"
"Sorry Rob, I will. I promise…"
Toby mumbled his weak apology as he did his best to stare up at the locker room ceiling. As familiar a sight as it was he still didn't want to see somebody holding him up by the ankles while cleaning his tushie up… especially when that somebody was his cousin Robert. The skuntank always made the most grossed out expressions that just left Toby feeling more ashamed than normal. "Seriously, I can't believe I have to do this for you already. Didn't you just get the nurse to do it at your old school? I didn't sign up to be your ass wiper Stinker." the 17 year old complained, making Toby's shame blush all the brighter, while still cleaning his tiny cousin up and following it up with plenty of lotion and powder. As much as Rob's comments and complaints made Toby feel small and babyish for needing him to do this… his cousin still was willing to do it. As far as Toby was concerned that was more than he could ask of his big, strong, cool cousin…
"There." the skuntank said, fastening the tapes snuggly before flipping Toby over onto his tummy and making the stunky squeal "And that better be the only damn time today, got it?" he added, fastening the tape over the Toby's tail. Toby nodded quickly, feeling his cheeks burn with blush as he lay there. He was used to waiting to be told to get up from a change. "Well? Get up and get your pants on before somebody walks in." his cousin said snapping Toby out of it as he scurried up onto his feet. Crawling over to where his pants lay Toby quickly tugged them up his legs. Looking back to his cousin as he did so. Despite his mom's insistence Rob was a bad influence the skuntank was the embodiment of big, strong, and cool in Toby's eyes…
The first two were actually kinda a family thing from the skunk side of the family since his mom and aunt were tall and strong too (Toby sadly got a little too much of his dad's gene pool for that). Rob's tight, sleeveless shirt (does it count as sleeveless if the sleeves were torn off?) showed off his muscular build… with the other family trait, a paunchy gut Toby unfortunately DID get, stretching the "Foul Play" printed on the front of the shirt out across Rob's tummy. The Skuntank's long, spiky hair (even partially hidden by Rob's tail) and black, ripped jeans with chain belts decorating them just completed the image in Toby's eyes. More so than the fictional delinquents of his mangas the stunky longed to be like his cousin who was just as cool as the others… and had the bonus of being REAL.
"… I'm not pulling your pants up, so are you gonna just sit there?"
Toby blushed his shame and hurriedly finished pulling his pants up, ashamed he'd gotten caught up in staring like that. He… he wasn't actually sure what he was gonna do now. He probably had a little bit of his free period left before lunch… maybe he could spend it with Rob? No… he'd already made Rob put up with changing him. His cousin was big and independent and had better things to do that hang around him. "Hey." the stunky squeaked as his cousin spoke up "You're on your break, right?" Toby nodded as he shyly climbed up onto his feet, not sure where Rob was going with this. "Good, come on. You can tell me how you like the PCA so far." the skuntank said, sauntering towards the bathroom door… as Toby barely managed to suppress a trill of happy giggles at the offer. He failed to stop the goofy grin on his face though as he scurried after Rob with an eager chirp of "O-okay cuz!"
He made sure to slow to an attempted swagger when he caught up with him though, didn't wanna make his cousin look bad~
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"Well, if I'd been there… I'd have punched him. Right in the nose. Try and knock his buck teeth out."
"… mom would pull me from the school if I got in a fight in the halls…"
"Damn, she would too wouldn't she? Ah well…"
Toby was aware how silly it had to look, him sitting next to his cousin on a hallway bench (especially since Bell had woken up and was busy innocently dancing on top of his pompadour), but he was having too much fun hanging out with Rob to care. Even if he was relating the "Squirrel" incident from earlier to his cousin. The fact someone, ANYONE was willing to listen to him talk about things like his day without being patronizing (or worse) meant the world to Toby. He just wished he had more to talk about most of the time. "So… you find out who your first match will be against?" Rob said, jarring Toby out of his thoughts as he realized he'd been sitting there in silence for a bit. "U-uh… no… not yet…" the stunky stuttered, blushing a little and trying to think of some they could talk about… anything he could bring up that Rob might be interested in… but since he was drawing a blank he'd have to go with the old standby…
"Rob?"
"Yeah?"
"Could you tell me more about the wrestling club? Please?"
"FORMER wrestling club, we disbanded. Remember?" the skuntank said with a dry chuckle before rubbing Toby's head (Bell hopping down to bounce in the stunky's lap moments before) and messing up his pompadour "But if you wanna hear me brag then sure. I'll talk~" Toby grinned, not caring about his hair getting messed up in this case since it was well worth it to hear Rob's stories. Toby loved his cousins stories about the PCA wrestling club. Hearing about the larger than life personalities there and how they fought and worked to show off while fighting had helped further motivate the stunky to try and follow in Rob's footsteps. He'd even tried to base his fighting style on his cousins! Sorta… kinda… admittedly he didn't have the strength, durability, or skill to pull off what Rob did so he had to cut a few corners to make it work. If the club hadn't disbanded the year before, and he was scared he'd have embarrassed Rob, Toby would be looking into joining it… but really, that was just a silly idea. For one thing he wasn't a good enough fighter… and he had no clue how the heck you'd hide a diaper with wrestling tights. They'd notice in a second and he'd be laughed out of the school.
"Yo, earth to Toby. Knock it off with the daydreaming." Rob said while lightly tapping on Toby's head with his knuckles, making the stunky squeak out a surprised "S-sorry!" as he blushed bright pink… again. Shaking his head to clear it Toby tried to ignore Rob's amused chuckles and to get his blushing under control. How many times had he gotten lost in his thoughts today? he wasn't sure but it was too, too many! He needed to FOCUS! He needed to-
"Sweeee!"
See who Bell was greeting since that was her "Oh, a stranger! Hi stranger!" chirp. Toby looked… and then did a double take in shock. It was the growlithe! The growlithe boy from before! The fire type HAD seen him in the hall! And he'd followed him! Or something! Toby's mind began to panic in a million different directions as the small, rational part of it decided now was the time to get a better look at the puppy. The growlithe had a childish (aka cute) face with messy hair and green eyes and was about Toby's size (it was hard to tell exactly since he was sitting on a bench) but as shocking as that second trait was it wasn't what stood out to the stunky. It was the puppy's shirt. Simple green and white with a picture of a cartoon weedle and the words "Quit Buggin Me" printed on the front. It was from a line of clothes for kids that liked making "Cute" shirts like that. Toby recognized it cause he had a few of the same line in his closest. It was a little large on the puppy making it hard to tell if he was skinny or chubby as it hung loose and long, covering a little of his blue jeans.
It was the shirt, and the fact he was pretty sure he had one of his own, that snapped Toby out of his mental panic quickly enough he could actually hear what the puppy was saying when he spoke up. "H-hi! U-um... I... saw you... in the hall way... um... back there...... I... er... I'm Cody?" the growlithe stuttered out, looking as nervous and awkward as Toby currently felt "N-nice to meet you?" he finally squeaked, holding out a paw to the stunky for a handshake. "U-uh, uh…" Toby squeaked nervously, trying to figure out how to scoot off the bench without making his diaper crinkle, before just doing it as quickly as he could and moving to take Cody's hand. "I-I'm Toby!" he said quickly, noting with embarrassment that the puppy was at least a tiny bit taller than he was, before motioning over his shoulder "A-and this is my cousin R-Rob!" as Rob just waved. A bemused smile on his face.
"Bouncsweet!"
"A-and this i-is Bell… s-she's… um… s-she's my service pokemon…" he mumbled, cheeks as pink as Bell was as she happily hopped along his arm over to Cody to meet the growlithe. "Service pokemon…" Cody said, looking in confusion as Bell bounced from his shoulder onto his head and onto his other shoulder… and Toby struggled not to groan. He HATED having to explain why he needed Bell around since it meant admitting he stunk so bad he needed air freshener. "Wh'eeeeeeelp." Rob suddenly said, distracting Toby from his humiliation and making the stunky look up to see his cousin getting up off the bench and stretching. "I think it's best I let you play with kids you're own age for now Stinker, make some friends and all that~" he said, giving the little skunk a grin that was teasing and affection before flicking his nose lightly "We can hang out any time after all, right?" He asked, not bothering to wait for Toby's response before turning and moseying down the hall. Till he stopped, turned around, and shot a grin back over his shoulder.
"Sides, I've had my fill of diaper changing today and two is two many. See ya."
Toby's face flushed a fresh set of pink as he could hear Rob laughing all the way down the hall as the skuntank continued on his way. He wondered if Cody would consider it mocking it he were to blush so hot he caught fire, the puppy being a fire type and the skunk being a poison type after all. Instead he opted to whirl on his feet to face Cody, frantically wave his arms, and babble as quickly as possible "H-he's just teasing! H-he does that! D-doesn't m-mean anything! I-it doesn't!" he squeaked, trying to explain it away. As Cody, somehow completely calm despite this, just whispered "...I'm in them to. Calm down." and Toby's brain just shut down. Frozen in place, his arms out and his mouth open, the stunky stood there for what felt like ages… before he could get his jaw to work enough to whisper-
"Y-yu are?"
"Uh huh, I am."
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"Dear journal, you're not gonna believe this. Heck, I don't know if I believe this! I'm NOT the only kid in diapers at the PCA! I met another one… and get this! Cody told me there's more! There are more kids in diapers like me… and I'm not even the shortest one either! I'm… I'm not alone anymore, Cody told me so! I can have some friends now without worrying about being found out! I think… if they wanna be friends with me I mean… Cody's my friend though! I know that! He even invited to come over to HIS house after school! N-not that I could… mom and dad would wanna meet him before they let me and-"
Toby paused from his writing to look up from the low, pastel colored table he sat on a cushion in front of. After school he came back home… or specifically to the first floor of their house. He didn't exactly know the details but his parents had decided before he was born to turn the bottom of their large, two story house into a bookstore which both of them ran. And ever since he could remember the ritual had been the same. He got picked up from school by mom or dad, came back home, was helped in an outfit they "Approved" of, and send to do his homework in his "Special little corner" where they could watch him till it was time to close up the store for the day. Going to the PCA hadn't changed that in the least…
Meaning the stunky was currently dressed in dark blue overalls over a white onesie which was complete with a little wingull printed on the chest. His homework (which was admittedly only half-done) and journal were spread out in front of him on what was undeniably a pre-schoolers table complete with a few coloring books and crayons he didn't use anymore (or at least wouldn't admit to using) his parents left out for him. The table was low enough Toby didn't even have the dignity of using a chair and instead sat on a cushion set out for him like a toddler. Which was fitting since his "Homework Corner" looked like it hadn't changed since he was 3 or 4… all that was missing were toddler fences. Soft baby safe carpeting, various plushies and toys waiting to be played with, a little nap mat and pillow if he needed to nap… and of course posters telling him his ABCs and 123s that had been up on the walls since he started kindergarten. Much like his nursery of a room it was a humiliating reminder of how little his parents had allowed things to change for him over the years.
Speaking of parents his mom was in plain view since his "Homework Corner" was set up in the room right behind the store counter. Customers usually couldn't see him (a small blessing he was thankful for) but it made it easy for mom or dad to just turn around and check up on him, even while busy helping customers. And they did so constantly, seeing if he needed a change or a snack or reminding him to be sure to let them know if he needed to go potty (a humiliating reminder he was ashamed to admit he needed from time to time). Toby was well aware this wasn't "Normal" but he was used to how his parents treated him by now… but the idea of somebody ELSE finding out? Or worse Cody coming to meet them and get permission and getting treated the same?
"Yeah, that wasn't happening. Gonna have to wait on that. Will have to see if they'll let me stay late after school to hang out with my new friend without having to meet him… here's hoping. Don't wanna mess this up. Either way I think I'm gonna like things here at the PCA… aaaaand I better get back to work on my homework before mom comes over to ask if I need to go potty again. Will write more tomorrow.
Sincerely, Toby."
The End.
You MIGHT remember a little stunk you appeared in Joey's (my pancham's) introduction story? If not I'm not surprised...
But I'm giving him his own story anyway! =D
Meet Tobias P. Mephiton Jr (Toby to his friends), a little stunky from an admitedly... unusual household with an equally unusual fashion sense...
It's his first day at the PCA! Lets watch what happens~
(yes diapers are involved in case your wondering~ =P)
Also be on the look out for a certain squirrel who stinks like a skunk (but in a different way)~ He'll be important for later~
Also a big thanks to my friends Tacky and Ozzie for letting me use their characters for cameos =3
Anyway please enjoy, fav & comment, and have a great day ^,^
Toni owned by
TackyCody owned by
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Pokemon owned by nether of us
PCA - Little Stinker"Dear Journal, I'm now OFFICIALLY a student at the Pokemon Combat Academy! I was gonna have a tour guide, a teddiursa who was actually SMALLER than me if you can believe it, but Rob showed me around instead. I officially start tomorrow with going to classes and everything! Things are looking up!"
The little stunky stopped scribbling in his journal for a moment to look around his room. The same nautical themed murals on the walls, the blue and white nursery furniture (complete with changing table and toddler bed with rails), and thick nursery style carpet Tobias P. Mephiton Jr. (better known as Toby) had known since as long as he could recall was there to return his gaze. Sighing and petting Bell's head, the little bounsweet chirping happily as she danced on his shoulder, Toby resumed writing in his journal.
"Still no luck talking mom and dad into letting me have a big boy room, will try again tomorrow. Sincerely, Toby."
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Toby woke up in his usual fashion… one of his parents, Dad this time, Mom must be busy with breakfast, leaning over the toddler rails of his bed and smiling down at him. Why bother with an alarm clock when the "Lets you out of that full thing and into a fresh diaper" clock was more dependable? Not like the stunky had a choice either way… both in how he woke up and the whole needing diapers thing. As his dedenne daddy lowered the toddler rails and helped him out of bed and over to the changing table, happily talking to him like he was still a kindergartner as they went, Toby couldn't help but think on the cruel twist of genetics that'd stuck him in baby undies.
It was common knowledge that poison types not only had natural poison in their bodies but were immune to being poisoned because of it. So it was a surprising shock to find out that thanks to a minor genetic defect Toby wasn't 100% immune to his own poison. Now the stunky knew for a fact it could have been much, much worse for him… he could have grown up in the hospital hooked up to tubes if his inner workers were much weaker. This was cold comfort for Toby though since while he wasn't so weak as to be helpless… he WAS just weak enough that he not only had problems not having accidents but he was, like his species was always stereotyped, a little stinker. Hence not only needing diapers but needing special, super durable and odor suppressing diapers… which translated into them being thick and hard to hide-
"Lets go with the thicker brand today, okay sport? Don't want you stinking out your classmates after all, right~?"
His dad's warm, teasing chuckle did nothing to make that comment less painful for Toby. "Dad! Noooooo!" the stunky squealed, trying hard (and failing) to keep from sounding like he was whining… even as his dad lifted him by his ankles and slipped the diaper of his choosing under the tiny teen. "Be a big boy about this sport~ Nearly done~" was his dad's only reply as, like so many other things in his life, Toby didn't have any say in what was going to happen as his tail was threaded through the back of the diaper before it was taped snuggly around his midsection. "There we go! And UP we go~" his dad chuckled, admiring a job well done before tugging Toby up into a sitting position and helping him off the changing table.
"Okay sport, now lets get some breakfast in you-" his dad said, poking Toby's tummy for emphasis (the stunky was ashamed he giggled in reflex to that) "and after that it's time to get dressed and ready for big boy school~"
Toby barely managed to keep from groaning since he knew from experience his first fight of the day WOULDN'T be at the combat academy. It also would be over something far, far more important than grades...
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"Come on sweetie, mama picked out a perfectly lovely outfit for her baby polecat today~"
"Mooooom, you promised! You promised you'd let me decide what I wear!"
It'd be over whether he went to school in a sailor suit or not. Standing in his room, since his mom was with him he might as well be honest and call it a nursery, the stunky looked up at the massive skuntank and tried to make himself look as big and mature as possible. He was painfully aware it amount to a fussy toddler pout but he tried all the same. He'd need everything he could muster to win this argument. "But sweetie-" his mom cooed, the tall and chubby poison type giving him the kind of smile you'd give an upset toddler who can't understand what you're saying "don't you want to look nice and proper for your day at big boy school~?" she asked, using the same term his dad had used all the while holding up an outfit that, as far as Toby was concerned, would do neither of those things.
There was no way to describe the outfit his mom was holding up other than a sailor suit. A sailor suit for older toddlers mind you… but still a sailor suit. Toby knew way more about sailor suits than he ever wanted to since the navy/ocean theme of his nursery wasn't a coincidence… and the less said about the row of portrait photos in the hall outside his room, starting with him at a few months old and going up to the present day, all of him in the same style of sailor suit the better. He'd managed to avoid this problem at his last school since there'd been a uniform policy… but the PCA allowed students to wear what they wanted. Which meant he had to convince his MOM to let him wear what he wanted.
"Come on, do it for mommy~? I want my baby polecat to look his best for all the new friends he's going to make~" his mom cooed, holding the hanger with the outfit on it out and waving it a little as if trying to entice Toby to take it. The stunky didn't budge and played the only card he KNEW would make his mom listen to reason. One move he'd learned long ago but saved only for emergency situations like this one. Doing his best to make his eyes tear up Toby stuck his lip out, made it quiver, swallowed what little dignity he had and let out a pitiful whine of "Yu pwomised…" punctuated by a few sniffles. He even went so far as to hang his head and look up at her sadly as he did so. If that didn't convince her he'd have to work himself up to a full on "plop on his bottom and cry" stunt… and he wasn't sure where he'd go if that failed. Cry and flail? Anything, ANYTHING to get out of wearing a sailor suit to school…
Luckily mom let out that familiar sigh "Oh alright, no tears okay? Mommy hates to see her little polecat all sad faced. You can pick out what you wear to school… today~" the skuntank said as she turned to hang the outfit back up in the closet. Toby breathed a sigh of relief, and did his best to ignore that today comment, once her back was turned. His first victory of the day… and he wasn't even at school yet! Maybe things would go smoothly for once. "I swear… I bet this is because of Robert…" Toby's ears perked up as he overheard his mother mumbling to herself while hanging the outfit back up. His cheeks flushed in annoyance and he stuck his lip out for a genuine pout as he realized what she was getting at again, But he wasn't gonna let it get under his skin. He was a big boy, he could ignore this-
"First battling and now this… he's being a bad influence on my precious little baby boy…"
"Moooooom! No he's noooooot!"
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Toby huffed and pouted as he watched his mom leave the room. His argument with her had gone as well as normal… meaning she'd brushed off what he was saying, patted his cheeks affectionately, and called him her silly baby. She'd only left the room because she'd wanted to go make sure he'd packed enough "Supplies" in his backpack… aka she was going to stuff more diapers and baby powder in there. Deciding to ignore that for now Toby instead focused on the fact he'd get to wear what he wanted. He'd even picked out what it was gonna be last night. Baggy dark blue pants (which he was disappointed to find were STILL snug over his massive diapers), a extra long untucked blue button-up shirt (to further help hide his bulgy bottom), and lastly a long sleeved dark blue coat that matched his pants (which was mostly just to look cool). Looking in the mirror Toby worried somebody might realize he was cosplaying (since he was basically wearing a modified japanese school uniform)… but decided to ignore that in favor of striking a few poses. Ignoring reality in favor of imagining how cool and manly he looked...
Like all those cool delinquents he looked up to from the mangas he loved to read.
A self-deluding mental image that was quickly, and easily, broken by the bouncing pink ball of cheer that hopped up on his shoulder and chirped happily to him. Toby just smiled and gently patted Bell's head, the bounsweet let out a happy trill in response. Even if it WAS humiliating to need a service animal to handle his stink the stunky loved his little mobile air freshener. She was always happy to see him, didn't talk down to him, was always cheerful, and always tried to cheer him up when he was down… AND she was trained so she didn't disrupt his classes any. She just sat quietly in her special pocket in his backpack till class was over. And he was aware exactly how badly it reflected on his mental state that his pet bounsweet was his only friend (Rob didn't count being his cousin and all)… but he'd take what he could get.
Letting Bell rest on his shoulder Toby looked back at the mirror and ran a paw through his messy hair… he could style it the way he liked if he really wanted to… but he knew mom was waiting for him with a comb that embarrassingly babyish parted hairstyle she thought he looked cute in. So there really wasn't any point to trying to fix it himself… yet anyway. Toby pushed the door open and waddled down the hallway as he steeled himself to endure her fussing and doting…
Fixing it the way HE liked could wait till he got to school.
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Fixing his hair the way he liked AND furiously scrubbing the big kissy mark from mom's goodbye kiss, from when she'd dropped him off at the school gates, off of his cheek. Toby was focused on finding the nearest bathroom as quickly as possible and taking care of both before anybody could see him like that. After spend several minutes scrubbing his cheeks furiously till he was sure every bit of lipstick was gone Toby took a deep breath, composed himself, and pulled the comb and small tube of hair gel he'd hidden away in his coat pockets. His mom would probably fuss if she found out he was doing this… but what she didn't know wouldn't cause problems. A philosphy the stunky adapted to most of the things he did in his attempts to look… well… to look NOT like a plump, pampered, little baby boy. To not look like himself.
With practiced precision Toby styled his hair up into a pompadour… a small one since he didn't have much hair, but a pompadour none-the-less. Part of him was aware of how ridiculous this probably looked, but he did it anyway. After making sure it was perfect he slipped the hair supplies away, took a deep breath, and looked his reflection square in the eyes. "You're TOUGH." he said, ironically whispering in case somebody might be walking by the bathroom to overhear. "You're the TOUGHEST around. Nobody's gonna mess with you." he chanted, puffing his chest out and standing up a little straighter. "You're a tough delinquent, this is your school… your territory! Anybody mess with you and your gonna knock 'em down!" his voice rising a little as he worked hard to make himself believe this. If he could believe it… then he could make it real, right? That was how it worked… right?
As a ringing bell jarred him out of his pep-talk, the stunky deflating on the spot as he squeaked out "I'm gonna be late for class!!!" and dashed out of the bathroom, his attempts to pump himself up momentarily forgotten in favor of not wanting to get in trouble on one of his first days.
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Toby was back to feeling good about himself by the time his free period rolled around. He hadn't gotten into any trouble in any of his classes, he'd avoided having an accident so far, AND he'd been mostly ignored by his classmates… meaning he didn't have to try and back-up his attempt at swaggering and looking tough. It also meant he didn't have to answer any uncomfortable questions about his outfit or Bell or anything. Toby wasn't good with kids his age… after all he'd spent a good chunk of his time in grade school learning how to not be noticed. People were less likely to bully him that way… and it wasn't like he could make any friends. Even if they looked past the fact he was a big stinky baby the moment they came to his house his parents would ruin any chance he'd have of being taken seriously. So Toby had gotten used to things like eating lunch by himself or lonely birthday parties… it was safer than being the school laughing stock.
It was why he got so enamored with the delinquents he found in the manga section of his parent's bookshop… they didn't CARE what people thought about them. They did what they wanted and were tough and manly enough to get away with it. Like his cousin Rob. Toby hadn't had the guts to try any of this swagger or attitude anywhere but in front of the mirror before… but this was a new school! A new chance! He could be a whole different person here! He could-
Squeak in surprise as somebody suddenly threw their arm around his shoulder and pulled him uncomfortably close to them.
"Hiya!"
Toby wasn't sure what to expect from the sudden assault… but being cheek to cheek with a fluffy pachirisu kid (who, surprisingly, was only a little taller than he was) with a beaming smile probably wouldn't have been his first couple of guesses. Acting on reflex Toby shoved himself away from the squirrel. Wobbling and waddling as he stumbled and tried to maintain his balance before turning to see who this guy was. A chubby cheeked pachirisu guy with a tuft of hair on his forehead, an oversized hoodie, and a surprisingly disarming smile was all he got from a glance since he didn't recognize the kid at all… which made the sudden personal space violation all the weirder. "Sorry, sorry, sorry bout that~" the kid said… or was he a teen? Toby knew he was just as chubby and childish looking so he didn't have a right to judge him on that… but if the squirrel WAS a teen he didn't look it anymore than Toby did.
"Personal space, right? Sorry, keep forgettin. Nice ta meet'cha. Names Alvin~" the squirrel continued, his tone friendly and cheerful as he had his hands in his hoodie pocket and his tail (which Toby just noticed was absolutely MASSIVE) swished behind him. "Um… hi? I'm Toby-" the stunky stuttered, too weirded out to bother trying to put up his tough guy facade, as he was about to ask what the heck Alvin wanted… "Hiya Toby! You're new here, right?" only for the squirrel to cut him off with more of that beaming smile and friendly tone. "New kid, right?" Alvin continued as Toby reluctantly nodded, wondering if he should back away… as the pachirisu rendered that point moot. His sneakers squeaking on the tile floor as he walked over and threw his arm around Toby's shoulders again. This time without pulling the stunky close enough for their cheeks to touch.
"Right! Bet'cha still gettin used to the place then~" the electric type chirped as Toby noted Alvin's massive tail was snaking around him and making pushing away harder than before… was that intentional or did this kid just really not understand personal space? Toby wasn't sure. "Say, we're kinda the same size~" Alvin trilled, sounding like he'd actually just noticed that "As a fellow shorty how bout I give ya a hand then? Some advice ta help ya here at the Academy? How's that sound?" he punctuated the offer with more beaming, buck-toothed smile as Toby squirmed a little in the pachirisu's grasp. Toby wasn't sure WHAT to make of the clingy pachirisu to be honest. The offer seemed… sincere at least? "Doin this cause Imma nice guy an I wanna help, okay? Want ta hear the advice?" Alvin added, the insistence putting Toby a little more on edge than he'd be otherwise. He needed all the help he could get and Alvin seemed friendly enough but… something felt off here… maybe? Either way he wasn't getting free unless he played along so Toby finally nodded.
"Okay!" Alvin's grin somehow got even bigger… as he suddenly pulled Toby cheek-to-cheek again, much to the stunky's discomfort, and started whispering to him "Now… ya didn't hear it from me but-" alarm bell suddenly going off in Toby's head at how Alvin had phrased that as the pachirisu stopped and suddenly changed topics "Do ya know of a group called Team Pre-K?' he asked, both raising more alarms and making Toby flashback to the day before. His cousin had arrived to show him around but before then there'd been this Teddiursa kid, Toby distinctly remembered cause the teddy bear had been HIS size… which was pretty rare, who was supposed to give him the tour. Rob had taken over but as his cousin had been carrying him off he'd said… he'd said the teddiursa was a member of Team Pre-K!
"… no?" Toby answered, his squirming discomfort helping to mask how bad he was at lying "Why would somebody name themselves that?" he added to try and sound more convincing. Also because he was generally curious why anybody would name a team that. "Well they're short like us, ya see? But-" Alvin started to explain, Toby squeaking as the pachirisu suddenly pulled him to the side of the hall apparently not wanting people to overhear "they're a bunch of FREAKS… that's what I've heard anyway." Alvin quickly added as Toby was starting to doubt the sincerity of this advice. "Yeah, yeah, they're a bunch of freaks-" the squirrel continued, putting his free hand up next to his mouth to emphasize his whispering "they all look like they should be in daycare and I've heard from RELIABLE sources they're all, get this, in DIAPERS! They USE 'em to! Bet they're aren't even real teens so they shouldn't even be at this school… what I heard anyway~"
That last part was so obviously tacked on to try and make this sound legitimate Toby was surprised it didn't fall off with how quickly Alvin said it. He'd spent too much time AVOIDING being the subject of malicious gossip at his last school not to recognize it when it was shoved in his face. Especially when, as his increased awareness of his baby undies and a fear Alvin might notice them with how close he was made clear, it struck a nerve for the stunky. "Yeah, yeah, I heard they're only winning their matches cause their opponents go EASY on em… like the buncha babies they are…" Alvin continued, unaware or outright oblivious to the glare Toby was trying to give him "But yeah, anyway be on the look out for them… ya don't wanna get mixed up with them, right? Oh! And make sure ta let others know bout it to… but ya didn't hear it from me. Okay?"
Toby was silent for a moment as he mentally debated what to do in this situation. Asking himself "What would a manga character do?"… then deciding "Punch him hard in the nose" wasn't QUITE called for. Tempting definitely… but not called for. "Where'd you hear all this from?" Toby opted to say instead, putting all his effort into making his voice sound deeper and rougher than its usual childish squeak. Apparently surprising Alvin as his sunny smile faltered for a brief second to an annoyed, spoiled frown (with how regularly his mom took him to shop at baby stores Toby could recognize the "Spoiled Brat" face pretty easily by now)… before bouncing back to a smile with a light laugh as he waved his hand in the air dismissively "Oh ya know, people talk and all so I hear stuff here and there… nuthin too big… just tryin ta look out for ya buddy, that's all!" he chirped, flashing another award winning grin… which Toby suspected to be as fake as all his others.
"Right… thanks but I'll see for myself if I run into them… it's a big school, right? What are the chances of that." The stunky said, still doing his best to sound tough… and mentally kicking himself for not telling the pachirisu off like he wanted. He wasn't gonna start a fight in the middle of the hall on his first week though. Toby decided to settle for trying to roughly shove the pachirisu away from him… and hide his panic when this failed utterly. "Right… what are the chances…" Alvin said, not bothering with his fake smile anymore as he was back to the annoyed spoiled brat look "But if ya DO bump into them… remember what I said, got it?" The previously light and fluffy paw was now gripping Toby's shoulder with a strength he hadn't expected from the living plush toy. "I'll think about it." Toby shot back, trying to sound defiant… and not panicked over the mild static current running through the massive tail still wrapped around him like a snake.
"Ya do that…" Alvin said, sounding like a kid who didn't get to play the game he'd wanted and was about to storm off and go home, as he eased up his grip on the stunky… just in time to smack Toby hard in the gut with a act of violence disguised as a friendly gesture "See ya 'round Toby." With that the squirrel finally let go of Toby, leaving him doubled over in the hallway as the electric type strolled away casually as if nothing had happened… oh-so-innocently smacking Toby upside the head with the massive tip of his tail as he left.Toby didn't bother to reply to that as he clutched his stomach. For one thing he wouldn't be able to keep his tough voice up if he said anything else. He was still reeling from the, admittedly obvious, realization that there'd be jerks like that at the PCA he had to deal with. His other reason for keeping quiet was thanks to his condition he was sensitive to a couple things that could cause him problems… blows to the gut were one of them…
So as much as he wanted to try and come up with a cool retort to spit at the back of Alvin's head he was a bit preoccupied trying to remember where the nearest nurse's was so he could get a change.
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All Toby had to do was go to the nurse, say he needs help, and explain the situation. That's all the stunky had to do to get help. Go to an adult and tell them he had a condition and had messed his pants like a toddler and needed them to help change his diaper. That was all he had to do… and he was already ready to curl up in shame at the thought of it. But that wouldn't get him changed any quicker so instead he kept waddling, no matter how he tried to play it up as a swagger he was painfully aware it was a waddle, down the hallway. He kept reminding himself he had to do this plenty of times back at his old school. Just make sure he was alone when he went to the nurse's office and ask her to be quick as possible. Speaking of which if he remembered his cousins tour right there was a nurses station around this next corner and just a little further down the hall. So he just had to make it a little further was all...
As Toby rounded the corner and his body kept moving even as his mind screeched to a halt and frantically pumped the break peddle. He'd remember right and he could see the nurse's office sign halfway down the hall… but he could ALSO see a small group of other students arriving before him. His mind proceeded to try and change gears on the fly at that though since the trio didn't look like students. At least, they didn't look any more like high school students than HE did. Three kids who didn't look like they were old enough for first grade, a gothita girl, a teddiursa boy, and a growlithe boy, had just beaten him to the nurse's office. Part of his conscious mind registered the boys were letting the gothita go in first and the growlithe was apparently insisting the teddiursa go in front of him in line… the rest of Toby's mind was in panic mode and screaming conflicting messages to his body on what to do in this situation.
Finally some of the conflicting orders lined up and Toby's body responded. The stunky turned sharply on his heels mid step, a small part of him wondering if the kids saw him and praying they didn't, and continued back the way he came without missing a beat. That nurse's station was no longer an option. Not anytime in the immediate future anyway and he needed out of his full diaper NOW… which didn't leave him many options. He could try and go to another nurse's station… but his panic wired mind had completely blanked on where any others were. Which left just one option remaining as Toby fumbled in his coat for his, embarrassingly simple and pastel colored, phone. Nearly dropping the device multiple times the stunky finally managed to key up a text message and hit send…
Meaning all he could do now was pray Rob was willing to meet him at his locker.
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"Ugh, Next time get the NURSE to do this, got that Stinker?"
"Sorry Rob, I will. I promise…"
Toby mumbled his weak apology as he did his best to stare up at the locker room ceiling. As familiar a sight as it was he still didn't want to see somebody holding him up by the ankles while cleaning his tushie up… especially when that somebody was his cousin Robert. The skuntank always made the most grossed out expressions that just left Toby feeling more ashamed than normal. "Seriously, I can't believe I have to do this for you already. Didn't you just get the nurse to do it at your old school? I didn't sign up to be your ass wiper Stinker." the 17 year old complained, making Toby's shame blush all the brighter, while still cleaning his tiny cousin up and following it up with plenty of lotion and powder. As much as Rob's comments and complaints made Toby feel small and babyish for needing him to do this… his cousin still was willing to do it. As far as Toby was concerned that was more than he could ask of his big, strong, cool cousin…
"There." the skuntank said, fastening the tapes snuggly before flipping Toby over onto his tummy and making the stunky squeal "And that better be the only damn time today, got it?" he added, fastening the tape over the Toby's tail. Toby nodded quickly, feeling his cheeks burn with blush as he lay there. He was used to waiting to be told to get up from a change. "Well? Get up and get your pants on before somebody walks in." his cousin said snapping Toby out of it as he scurried up onto his feet. Crawling over to where his pants lay Toby quickly tugged them up his legs. Looking back to his cousin as he did so. Despite his mom's insistence Rob was a bad influence the skuntank was the embodiment of big, strong, and cool in Toby's eyes…
The first two were actually kinda a family thing from the skunk side of the family since his mom and aunt were tall and strong too (Toby sadly got a little too much of his dad's gene pool for that). Rob's tight, sleeveless shirt (does it count as sleeveless if the sleeves were torn off?) showed off his muscular build… with the other family trait, a paunchy gut Toby unfortunately DID get, stretching the "Foul Play" printed on the front of the shirt out across Rob's tummy. The Skuntank's long, spiky hair (even partially hidden by Rob's tail) and black, ripped jeans with chain belts decorating them just completed the image in Toby's eyes. More so than the fictional delinquents of his mangas the stunky longed to be like his cousin who was just as cool as the others… and had the bonus of being REAL.
"… I'm not pulling your pants up, so are you gonna just sit there?"
Toby blushed his shame and hurriedly finished pulling his pants up, ashamed he'd gotten caught up in staring like that. He… he wasn't actually sure what he was gonna do now. He probably had a little bit of his free period left before lunch… maybe he could spend it with Rob? No… he'd already made Rob put up with changing him. His cousin was big and independent and had better things to do that hang around him. "Hey." the stunky squeaked as his cousin spoke up "You're on your break, right?" Toby nodded as he shyly climbed up onto his feet, not sure where Rob was going with this. "Good, come on. You can tell me how you like the PCA so far." the skuntank said, sauntering towards the bathroom door… as Toby barely managed to suppress a trill of happy giggles at the offer. He failed to stop the goofy grin on his face though as he scurried after Rob with an eager chirp of "O-okay cuz!"
He made sure to slow to an attempted swagger when he caught up with him though, didn't wanna make his cousin look bad~
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"Well, if I'd been there… I'd have punched him. Right in the nose. Try and knock his buck teeth out."
"… mom would pull me from the school if I got in a fight in the halls…"
"Damn, she would too wouldn't she? Ah well…"
Toby was aware how silly it had to look, him sitting next to his cousin on a hallway bench (especially since Bell had woken up and was busy innocently dancing on top of his pompadour), but he was having too much fun hanging out with Rob to care. Even if he was relating the "Squirrel" incident from earlier to his cousin. The fact someone, ANYONE was willing to listen to him talk about things like his day without being patronizing (or worse) meant the world to Toby. He just wished he had more to talk about most of the time. "So… you find out who your first match will be against?" Rob said, jarring Toby out of his thoughts as he realized he'd been sitting there in silence for a bit. "U-uh… no… not yet…" the stunky stuttered, blushing a little and trying to think of some they could talk about… anything he could bring up that Rob might be interested in… but since he was drawing a blank he'd have to go with the old standby…
"Rob?"
"Yeah?"
"Could you tell me more about the wrestling club? Please?"
"FORMER wrestling club, we disbanded. Remember?" the skuntank said with a dry chuckle before rubbing Toby's head (Bell hopping down to bounce in the stunky's lap moments before) and messing up his pompadour "But if you wanna hear me brag then sure. I'll talk~" Toby grinned, not caring about his hair getting messed up in this case since it was well worth it to hear Rob's stories. Toby loved his cousins stories about the PCA wrestling club. Hearing about the larger than life personalities there and how they fought and worked to show off while fighting had helped further motivate the stunky to try and follow in Rob's footsteps. He'd even tried to base his fighting style on his cousins! Sorta… kinda… admittedly he didn't have the strength, durability, or skill to pull off what Rob did so he had to cut a few corners to make it work. If the club hadn't disbanded the year before, and he was scared he'd have embarrassed Rob, Toby would be looking into joining it… but really, that was just a silly idea. For one thing he wasn't a good enough fighter… and he had no clue how the heck you'd hide a diaper with wrestling tights. They'd notice in a second and he'd be laughed out of the school.
"Yo, earth to Toby. Knock it off with the daydreaming." Rob said while lightly tapping on Toby's head with his knuckles, making the stunky squeak out a surprised "S-sorry!" as he blushed bright pink… again. Shaking his head to clear it Toby tried to ignore Rob's amused chuckles and to get his blushing under control. How many times had he gotten lost in his thoughts today? he wasn't sure but it was too, too many! He needed to FOCUS! He needed to-
"Sweeee!"
See who Bell was greeting since that was her "Oh, a stranger! Hi stranger!" chirp. Toby looked… and then did a double take in shock. It was the growlithe! The growlithe boy from before! The fire type HAD seen him in the hall! And he'd followed him! Or something! Toby's mind began to panic in a million different directions as the small, rational part of it decided now was the time to get a better look at the puppy. The growlithe had a childish (aka cute) face with messy hair and green eyes and was about Toby's size (it was hard to tell exactly since he was sitting on a bench) but as shocking as that second trait was it wasn't what stood out to the stunky. It was the puppy's shirt. Simple green and white with a picture of a cartoon weedle and the words "Quit Buggin Me" printed on the front. It was from a line of clothes for kids that liked making "Cute" shirts like that. Toby recognized it cause he had a few of the same line in his closest. It was a little large on the puppy making it hard to tell if he was skinny or chubby as it hung loose and long, covering a little of his blue jeans.
It was the shirt, and the fact he was pretty sure he had one of his own, that snapped Toby out of his mental panic quickly enough he could actually hear what the puppy was saying when he spoke up. "H-hi! U-um... I... saw you... in the hall way... um... back there...... I... er... I'm Cody?" the growlithe stuttered out, looking as nervous and awkward as Toby currently felt "N-nice to meet you?" he finally squeaked, holding out a paw to the stunky for a handshake. "U-uh, uh…" Toby squeaked nervously, trying to figure out how to scoot off the bench without making his diaper crinkle, before just doing it as quickly as he could and moving to take Cody's hand. "I-I'm Toby!" he said quickly, noting with embarrassment that the puppy was at least a tiny bit taller than he was, before motioning over his shoulder "A-and this is my cousin R-Rob!" as Rob just waved. A bemused smile on his face.
"Bouncsweet!"
"A-and this i-is Bell… s-she's… um… s-she's my service pokemon…" he mumbled, cheeks as pink as Bell was as she happily hopped along his arm over to Cody to meet the growlithe. "Service pokemon…" Cody said, looking in confusion as Bell bounced from his shoulder onto his head and onto his other shoulder… and Toby struggled not to groan. He HATED having to explain why he needed Bell around since it meant admitting he stunk so bad he needed air freshener. "Wh'eeeeeeelp." Rob suddenly said, distracting Toby from his humiliation and making the stunky look up to see his cousin getting up off the bench and stretching. "I think it's best I let you play with kids you're own age for now Stinker, make some friends and all that~" he said, giving the little skunk a grin that was teasing and affection before flicking his nose lightly "We can hang out any time after all, right?" He asked, not bothering to wait for Toby's response before turning and moseying down the hall. Till he stopped, turned around, and shot a grin back over his shoulder.
"Sides, I've had my fill of diaper changing today and two is two many. See ya."
Toby's face flushed a fresh set of pink as he could hear Rob laughing all the way down the hall as the skuntank continued on his way. He wondered if Cody would consider it mocking it he were to blush so hot he caught fire, the puppy being a fire type and the skunk being a poison type after all. Instead he opted to whirl on his feet to face Cody, frantically wave his arms, and babble as quickly as possible "H-he's just teasing! H-he does that! D-doesn't m-mean anything! I-it doesn't!" he squeaked, trying to explain it away. As Cody, somehow completely calm despite this, just whispered "...I'm in them to. Calm down." and Toby's brain just shut down. Frozen in place, his arms out and his mouth open, the stunky stood there for what felt like ages… before he could get his jaw to work enough to whisper-
"Y-yu are?"
"Uh huh, I am."
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"Dear journal, you're not gonna believe this. Heck, I don't know if I believe this! I'm NOT the only kid in diapers at the PCA! I met another one… and get this! Cody told me there's more! There are more kids in diapers like me… and I'm not even the shortest one either! I'm… I'm not alone anymore, Cody told me so! I can have some friends now without worrying about being found out! I think… if they wanna be friends with me I mean… Cody's my friend though! I know that! He even invited to come over to HIS house after school! N-not that I could… mom and dad would wanna meet him before they let me and-"
Toby paused from his writing to look up from the low, pastel colored table he sat on a cushion in front of. After school he came back home… or specifically to the first floor of their house. He didn't exactly know the details but his parents had decided before he was born to turn the bottom of their large, two story house into a bookstore which both of them ran. And ever since he could remember the ritual had been the same. He got picked up from school by mom or dad, came back home, was helped in an outfit they "Approved" of, and send to do his homework in his "Special little corner" where they could watch him till it was time to close up the store for the day. Going to the PCA hadn't changed that in the least…
Meaning the stunky was currently dressed in dark blue overalls over a white onesie which was complete with a little wingull printed on the chest. His homework (which was admittedly only half-done) and journal were spread out in front of him on what was undeniably a pre-schoolers table complete with a few coloring books and crayons he didn't use anymore (or at least wouldn't admit to using) his parents left out for him. The table was low enough Toby didn't even have the dignity of using a chair and instead sat on a cushion set out for him like a toddler. Which was fitting since his "Homework Corner" looked like it hadn't changed since he was 3 or 4… all that was missing were toddler fences. Soft baby safe carpeting, various plushies and toys waiting to be played with, a little nap mat and pillow if he needed to nap… and of course posters telling him his ABCs and 123s that had been up on the walls since he started kindergarten. Much like his nursery of a room it was a humiliating reminder of how little his parents had allowed things to change for him over the years.
Speaking of parents his mom was in plain view since his "Homework Corner" was set up in the room right behind the store counter. Customers usually couldn't see him (a small blessing he was thankful for) but it made it easy for mom or dad to just turn around and check up on him, even while busy helping customers. And they did so constantly, seeing if he needed a change or a snack or reminding him to be sure to let them know if he needed to go potty (a humiliating reminder he was ashamed to admit he needed from time to time). Toby was well aware this wasn't "Normal" but he was used to how his parents treated him by now… but the idea of somebody ELSE finding out? Or worse Cody coming to meet them and get permission and getting treated the same?
"Yeah, that wasn't happening. Gonna have to wait on that. Will have to see if they'll let me stay late after school to hang out with my new friend without having to meet him… here's hoping. Don't wanna mess this up. Either way I think I'm gonna like things here at the PCA… aaaaand I better get back to work on my homework before mom comes over to ask if I need to go potty again. Will write more tomorrow.
Sincerely, Toby."
The End.
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