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Again, placeholder of some Pokemon town that's got similar architecture to the city in the story.
In this chapter, we learn about the weird city our human protagonist and his lizard Pokemon live in and how, strangely, it works!
Chapter 2 We Live In A (Diapered) Pokemon World
I went down the stairs slowly, given the excess weight I was holding, and adjusted my hold on both bag and lizard when I reached the bottom. As I did, I waited for any noise outside me and my Pokemon, not expecting any. And...nope, there wasn't...big surprise. I rolled my eyes, caught sight of the Salandit in my arms, and tried to give off a smile.
I curved the hall and headed down the main stairway that lead to the bottom floor. Living room to my left...however that got it's name...and kitchen to my right. I looked a little forlornly at the living room for a few seconds, an old scab of a wound from the time before Sol making me emotionally itch. I ignored it, and it went away as I entered the kitchen...
I set my rather pleased, if not dazed, lizard on the counter, his fresh diaper crinkling as it compressed under his weight, despite putting him a few centimeters above it. He sat there with a rather dreamy look, probably still enjoying the afterglow of his little release and being comfortable in my arms, while I got to work.
The bag with the Salandit's dirty diaper was placed beside the trash can, and I searched the fridge for anything that might loosely be defined as breakfast food. Honestly, I wasn't the greatest cook...but could at least manage a few things, the kind of stuff most people couldn't screw up. Pasta, grilled cheese, and anything for use in a microwave...I wasn't a chef of great renown. I usually just delegated the task to fast-food places and reliable vendors...
"Erm...why did I expect it to change since last night," I mumbled, looking at the near-barren contents of the fridge. I really shouldn't have expected it to have anything new...you'd think after a few years, I'd have learned...
"Salaaan..."
I leaned up and closed the fridge, looking back at my Pokemon. He was still sitting where I had left him, but had turned a '90, toward me, and had stuff in his hands. That confused me at first, as how did he grab anything when there wasn't really anything nearby? He certainly didn't get up, I would have heard his diaper crinkle up with how quiet it was in the house.
Coming over, I noticed it was actually a few PokeDollars that Sol seemed to be counting. I then noticed that there was a note partly under the fruit bowl, which had no fruit in it, hence I didn't give it a glance before, in the middle of the counter. In direct opposition of an aspiring teen, I initially ignored the money and took a look at the note.
I sighed, but not too heavily. I had expected this. "...It's not so much that we like it...it's kind of because we're the only---"
I squashed the thought, and it nearly transferred to my hand if I hadn't stuffed the note into my pant pocket. I stared at the space under the fruit bowl for a few seconds, feeling the emotional itch, till the crinkle of Sol's diaper brought me back to the moment of now. Looking over, I saw he was about to stuff more than his fair share of the allowance in the only pocket HE had.
"Oh no, little buddy," I told him, reaching over quickly and grabbing the top of the PokeDollars. It was easy, as he had put them in one hand and had pulled the front waistband of his diaper open to stuff them in. He looked at me with fake-surprise as I got the money from him, and then gave me a cheeky little grin that let me know he was messing with me. I rolled my eyes but smiled none the less. Sol could be quite a handful if I didn't watch him, but I think by now he does it to keep me on my toes.
"Well," I started, watching him ease his shoulders and place his palms against the counter and leaning back lazily. "At least mom was right...with 'it' coming up soon, there's plenty of things we could try...anything come to mind?" I asked him.
My Salandit's eyes became wider, thoughtful crescents as he looked up at the ceiling, thinking as his tail idly swayed over the counter edge. I decided to share his upward dead-space-stare, trying to think back to what I had done the last time the 'celebration' happened. What did I do last year? Eessh. I can remember my time with Sol years ago better than I could a single day last year...
"Oh well," I shrugged, stuffing the currency in my pocket. Sol looked down from his thinking as well, looking to me for some sort of game plan since I spoke first. "I guess we'll figure it out as we go along...like usual," I admitted to him, throwing my hands up half-way. Sol rolled his reptilian eyes, but smirked with his blackish 'teeth'. He got it.
"Oh, right, I should get brushing and dressed before we go out," I reminded myself, running my tongue around my own teeth, looking toward the stairs, spotting Sol's bagged dirty diaper near the trash can. I smirked a little, looking at Sol as I made my way to the first floor restroom.
"Hey Sol, be a gentle-lizard and put THAT in the travel bag would ya?" I asked him, pointing at the thing, seeing him bolt upright into sitting position, with an accompanied crinkle, looking at me as if I had gone mad.
"Cuts down on time, after all you're going to be sitting in the bag right?" I told him as I disappeared behind the wall. I heard the rustle of his diaper and a few muttered words, making me smile a bit at teasing him.
When I had finished brushing a minute or two later, I returned, trying to be as silent as possible. To my surprise, the plastic bag was gone...but not too far. The creaking of the stairs had me look up to see my little lizard half-way up, holding the bag away from him like it contained a plague. Then again, he probably had that sort of mind set. Sol didn't like dirty diapers, like me, in any form. The only thing he tolerated was when it was on his rump, heh, and that's cause he knew I would change him out of it ASAP.
Still, I took my time watching him, as he seemed to concentrate fully on the task. It was...teh...so funny. His tail was stiffened up, and he took wide, angling steps which caused his padding to crinkle with each rise and fall. Every move was like a test, causing the bag in his hands to shift with it's cargo. It was almost like he was being careful in a mine-field, that touching one of them would cause the soiled thing to jump out of the bag and splat him in the face.
Honestly, part of me was enjoying this little bit of retribution for his mischievous behavior early. But, seeing him do as I asked, even though he certainly didn't like it, and was being careful about it (despite it being for himself)...it made me take pity on him. I took a few steps, the creaking of the wood making him look back and see me, flinching a little as if concerned I was disappointed in him that he didn't complete what I asked him.
I smiled, patting him on his bald, and apparently a little sweaty head, taking the bag from him. "That's good enough buddy, I'll take care of it," I told him, giving him a pat on his diapered rump, causing some puffs of powder to come from the leg holes.
I started up the stairs, taking a brief look back to see my Salandit slumping, sighing down with what seemed to be relief, one hand on his chest, the other on the tape-strip on the front of his diaper. I looked away, hearing his crinkly steps behind me, not wanting to forget THAT moment, next year or any year hehehehe.
I've seen people have Pokemon of light weight riding on their shoulder before. It seemed like a nice public display of how close (emotionally rather than the obvious physically) Pokemon and humans could be. Honestly, I do do it with Sol on occasion, but we had grown to use a different method.
Early on, for various reasons, I was worried about Sol perching on my shoulder and falling off, hurting himself. Those early months, I took no chances. So, instead, I had Sol ride in a travel bag on my back. I'm not sure about other places, but travel bags here were like reinforced backpacks that were constructed of special fabrics. They allowed a person to carry a Pokemon with a weight below certain thresholds, along with additional, lighter items. The main compartment, in the middle, was where the Pokemon would sit or stand in, while the side pockets stored other items. This allowed you to travel with your Pokemon without it actually attached to you or walking on it's own.
Ironically, the first time I actually started filling the bag with things other than my Pokemon, I realized it was fashioned in quite a way that made me exclaim 'this is a diaper bag!'...which I guess is kind of true. One of the pockets held five disposable diapers quite perfectly, as did another for a bottle of powder, wipes, and gloves. Yep...glorified diaper-bag indeed. Oh well, I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised, that was fine in a town like this. I needed the convenience anyway heh heh.
Now that I think about it...I may have selected the black and gray color scheme, it was actually mom who...got it for me. Huh...it was a...gift to help me take care of Sol...yeah I remember that...
"Andit?"
I shook my head, dislodging the past memory from taking over. I had heard Sol, but he patted his palms against my shoulders for added effect to get my attention. I looked backward, seeing the upper half of Sol's body, his head tilted in slight concern. The lower half of him was in the bag, though I saw a hint of his diaper showing, so guess he was standing up in it, alerted to my mood.
"Heh, it's nothing bud, don't worry," I told him, reaching a hand over and patting it against one of his own.
"Salandit...?"
"Yeah, just thinking of where to go," I told him, though saw he was a bit skeptical given his focused glance at me with one discerning eye slit. Thankfully, I actually came up with a good idea on the spot. "How about the Passho Plaza? Plenty of grilling, doughy, spicy goodness," I told him, feeling more encouraged as I talked.
Now THAT got my little lizard's attention. I heard, and felt, his tail twist a bit in the bag, his diaper crinkling, the expression on his face turning to eagerness. Sol liked that type of food, and was no stranger to enjoying spicy stuff. I can't really agreed on the extreme heat stuff, but I guess that had something to do with him being part Fire-type I suppose, better tolerance.
"That got you going," I chuckled to him as he bounced a bit in the bag as I turned to go down the street. "Ok ok! Calm down! Don't wet yourself, I just changed you..."
"Salandit!"
"Hey, you've done it before."
"Diiiit..."
"Uh huh, that's what I thought. No Great Reds this time..."
How do I describe home? Well...that's hard to say. To outsiders, it's...a very unusual, maybe slightly alien place. On the surface, you'd see a huge city surrounded by a dense forest, separated into different colored districts. You would also see large greenhouse buildings in several places, and a very large tower near the city center with a rather peculiar logo.
As you head into the city, you'd find a lot of happy people, like, I expect, you would in most towns. But, honestly, compared to what I've read about other cities, our human population is actually not that high. It's actually balanced out by the fact that we have just as many Pokemon in the streets, more than any of those places, making it just as crowded. There's a few reasons for that. One is that...there aren't really many trainers in the city...and it's a rare sight you'll see someone using a Pokeball either. Seeing so many Pokemon out at once may not be daunting for some people, but the fact that they, generally, all wear diapers probably does.
See, it's kind of an unwritten law in town that Pokemon outside their Pokeballs, whether native or visitors to the city, have their Pokemon diapered. Natives, of course, understand the reasons and the benefits, but visitors are naturally not so inclined to pad up their Pokemon. While they wouldn't be 'arrested' or such, nearly every business had the right to deny services to such a person for not following the customs of the city, and more than likely that's the reason visitors would come.
The reason for this is two-fold. The diapers, Poke-Poofs, have made such an impact on our city...but it also paired with another thing our city is revolutionary in. Maybe explaining that first will make it easier to understand Berryton and how things are the way they are. Well, heh, if you hadn't guess by now, it's the town's namesake! Berries!
Berries can grow almost anywhere in the world, but here in Berryton, we can grow them all! Not only that, but we can grow some you won't see anywhere else, and are developing new mutations and innovations every year. And the reason for that, well, is due to the former thing my little lizard had strapped to his waist, currently now in a plastic bag.
Sol leaned over and lightly tapped me on the head, dropping me out of my thoughts. "Oh right, hold up buddy," I mumbled, pausing as we passed by one of the district gates.
I went off the main-streets to the side, looking up at one of the large greenhouse buildings on my right. I can't remember this one too well, I've lived my whole life here, but I didn't write down every greenhouse in the city I've visited. But I knew that each of them held large fields of Berries, different bundle types, within their secured resistant-glass, with a team of Swadloons tending the fields. These places were even more secure than banks, given that the products were the exporting lifeblood of the city. Berryton's officials took it very, very seriously.
I looked over my shoulder at Sol and gave a shrug. "Best to get the BUSINESS out of the way first," I told him, getting a annoyed sigh from my lizard in response. "What? Your fault," I teased, getting a slight growl from him as I headed closer.
But, instead of the greenhouse, I turned my attention across the street, looking for a particular location that I expected to find. I found it a few seconds later and started over to the door. With a surge of goodwill, I opened the door, but not for myself. Instead, I held it open for a woman and a young girl. The later was holding the hand of a little Nuzleaf who was blushing on the verge of tears, one hand trying to tug up quite a full looking diaper around it's waist.
"Thank you," the woman told me, guiding the girl and Nuzleaf in.
"Thank you!" the girl quickly said to me, then looking back at her diapered Pokemon. "It's ok Nuzzy! We'll get you into a clean diaper soon!" she told her distraught Grass/Dark-type.
They passed by, the Nuzleaf not looking at me as it did...though it DID look up at someone else. Behind my ears, I heard Sol snicker at the Nuzleaf's feeling of shame, it's now slightly angry face glancing daggers at the lizard's delight. I sighed, knowing the irony of what I was here to do would make the Nuzleaf feel better...or not. I dunno. I decided to just drop scolding my little lizard and head inside.
The interior of the building was like an office for medical practices, for humans that is, not a Pokemon Center. People, adults and kids, were waiting in chairs and talking to each other, with employees going down hallways with smaller rooms between them. I knew they, usually, are here for just a few minutes, and that the place was near-constantly busy. Good thing I was just doing a simple drop off...
Me and Sol watched as a guy in something similar to doctor clothes came into the waiting area, accompanied by a big, diapered Ursaring. It was snowy white with noticeable, grayish six-pointed stars in different sizes dotting all around it, the common Poke-Poof for a Normal type. It was pretty big, as big as Sol was. My Salandit, wisely, decided not to make any cracks about the big guy...
Almost immediately as three kids, one older, two much younger, got up from their chairs and came over. The kids jumped around the huge bear, who smiled at their arrival as they started babbling about how he was and it was good to see him again...despite it probably only being a couple minutes since they arrived...
"Sorry it took a few minutes. You've got a BIG boy here," the employee chuckled at the young man who seemed to be the big brother of the other two.
"Oh thanks a lot," the young man said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm not very good at it at all...and my siblings aren't kind of...up for the task. Usually I ask mom but..."
"Not a problem," the employee replied, smiling. "Big guys like this can be hard for anyone, that's why we're here! Thank you for coming in! I'm sure the company will make some great Chilan berries thanks to you!"
"Really?"
"Of course."
"W-well thank you heh."
"Ursarrring!" the big bear seemed to boast, showing it's apparent owners it's big muscles, as if showing it was brave during the time they were apart. That or to reassure itself of it's masculinity heh heh. Dang...Sol's demeanor was rubbing off on me.
"Feel better now Ursaring?" the little boy asked.
"Of course he is! He's nice and clean now," the girl, sister I guess, told him.
The employee waved them off, with me and Sol getting out of the way. The group passed by, the Ursaring being guided by the each hand by the two kids, it's fresh diaper crinkling up a storm. Again, my little lizard kept his mouth shut. Teasing my Salandit might be, stupid he wasn't.
"Oh! Hello," the employee said, noticing us. He got close enough that I could see his name tag, 'Tyler'.
"Are you here for our services young man?" Tyler asked, leaning to look behind me at Sol. His eyes widened. "Oh my...that's a...Salandit isn't it?" he asked, cautiously. I understood why, Poison-type wariness and all, but me and Sol were both allied in the irony of hypocrisy that this guy had just worked on a bear four times Sol's size. Guy must be new...
"Uh, no, he's fine," I said, moving up a hand to hold one of Sol's gripping my shoulders, a gesture to him to not get hot-headed.
"Oh? He's clean? Did you come before...? Was there a problem?" Tyler asked, suddenly confused as to why I was here.
"Oh no, no problem, just...doing my part I guess," I remarked, shrugging off the backpack slowly and laying it, with Sol, on a nearby bench. After a bit of rustling, I produced my reason for coming into a place who's services I didn't really need.
"Oh!" Tyler exclaimed when he saw what I had. "I see now. Good for you young man, handling such deeds yourself!"
"Wouldn't call it a 'deed' exactly," I mumbled on the edge of my mouth. Deed just sounded way too...noble for such a thing. "Anyway, I was going out, and I figured to just...maybe because of the celebration or...I dunno," I remarked, kind of unsure myself.
"Well, whatever your reason, thank you very much," Tyler told me, taking the plastic covered garment and glancing at it. "A SALANDIT'S diaper...now that's a rare thing...wonder what kind they make with these..."
There comes a time in a child's life where they sometime learn that all those plant things, like lettuce and broccoli, actually come from. Well, all those things they tell you to eat to grow big and strong come from the ground, like trees. But what the adults don't usually tell you is that you don't just stick a seed in the ground and water it. Sure, it works sometimes, but the seed needs a little something else to do it....
Fertilizer. Mulch. Manure. Or, to put it bluntly, poop. Gross right? Don't feel bad to think that at all, I thought it too. Still...kind of avoid salads. Anyway, Berries are made the same way. How they grow can depend on the type of fertilizer they are given and well...it's not human fertilizer that's being used for it. Nope, it's Pokemon manure. Farmers are well versed in this sort of thing, but our city does it a little differently in the collecting department.
See, that's where the diapers come in. For the Pokemon who use them, they're generally used for both reasons, but it's the later of those reasons that the Berry farmers care about. Every Pokemon with a digestive system 'goes' in some way, so, when they do, it naturally (as far as this city goes) ends up in a diaper.
While one's initial response to a dirty diaper is to throw it away, we don't do that here. Instead, it's collected. It can either be from a different receptacle that most houses with registered, diapered Pokemon have, which is picked up similarly to how trash is handled, or it can be done at one of the many Poof Places around town, usually near the greenhouses.
For that later case, Poof Places are actually locations where owners can go to get their Pokemon's diapers changed. It can be either do to youthful reluctance, sanitary concerns, or more likely time issues that people use these places. Like a doctor's office, the owners wait in the lobby while their Pokemon is taken into private changing rooms by licensed professionals who are trained to handle multiple types of Pokemon. There, the Pokemon gets changed into a fresh diaper and returned to the owners in a few short minutes. Owners can choose to register their Pokemon if they live in the area, so the Poof Place stocks diapers for them on a returned change. Given that's generally a few times a day, if people use it all the time, it's generally a good idea.
Even more, the whole thing is FREE. That's right, the services are free, no cost or strings attached. Well, aside from the fact that the used diaper is now 'in their care', and no one really wants to KEEP a dirty diaper. The reason THEY do, though, is because they ship the diaper, complete with labels such as the name of the Pokemon it came from, to the local Berry greenhouse.
There, the 'contents' of the dirty diaper are put through whatever process fertilizer goes through. The rest of the diaper is either burned or recycled in some way, while it's fertilizer result is added to the greenhouse fields. From there, the condition of planted Berries is improved, altered, or, in other cases, mutated. And, essentially, from there, it's a lot like growing...well...anything heh.
Different berries, and different ways of making them, are created depending on the type of Pokemon the dirty diaper came from. It's usually by the type of Pokemon it is, like how Fire-Types make Occa Berries (or Flying-Types make Coba), but some specific types of Pokemon make different results. The diapers of Pokemon have caused huge strides to be made in the business, and since we're the only city that does it, Berryton has a monopoly on it.
The partnership of Poke' Poofs and Berryton's berry workers have made the town thrive. The city's Pokemon all wear diapers, we humans change them, the diapers are used to help make Berries, and the town makes a fortune off supply and exports. The cycle has continued for a long time now, with everything connecting to each other in meaningful ways that outsides have a hard time believing.
So, if Sol is any indication, the Pokemon may love their diapers, but the city certainly owes them a great debt...
I handed off the dirty diaper to Tyler, letting him figure out what to do with it, and after a goodbye, turned to leave. I didn't see it myself, but I heard Sol growl a little bit behind me. I didn't figure it till later, but I guess that little Nuzleaf with the full diaper had not been picked up to be changed yet, and had noticed my drop-off. Wasn't a big guess who's dirty diaper was in that plastic bag, but the Nuzleaf must have indicated he did...much to Sol's annoyance heh.
I left the Poof Place, looking up at the sign, which had an large smiling Eevee in a large, thick diaper, designed like that Ursaring's was. Eevee wasn't Poke-Poof's mascot...but I kind of understood why it was sort of a mini-one for the Poof Places...I shook my head with a smile at the thing and kept on walking.
Sure, I may come time to time to 'drop off' a thing or two, but I never really used these places. I don't LIKE changing diapers, especially dirty diapers...but what I did like was doing it with Sol. He was my first Pokemon...we've been through tough times together. Changing his diaper, doting on him as a friend, even family, while I did it was one of the things that made us closer. The whole Poof Place thing seemed so...impersonal.
Still, I can't blame people for it. If they want to use it, fine. I'll stick with what I've been doing for now, it's made me and Sol's relationship pretty strong...which was another reason to thank those puffy garments heh.
...but if he keeps going wild with the spicy foods, and the aftermath from them, then I might consider it...
Again, placeholder of some Pokemon town that's got similar architecture to the city in the story.
In this chapter, we learn about the weird city our human protagonist and his lizard Pokemon live in and how, strangely, it works!
Chapter 2 We Live In A (Diapered) Pokemon World
I went down the stairs slowly, given the excess weight I was holding, and adjusted my hold on both bag and lizard when I reached the bottom. As I did, I waited for any noise outside me and my Pokemon, not expecting any. And...nope, there wasn't...big surprise. I rolled my eyes, caught sight of the Salandit in my arms, and tried to give off a smile.
I curved the hall and headed down the main stairway that lead to the bottom floor. Living room to my left...however that got it's name...and kitchen to my right. I looked a little forlornly at the living room for a few seconds, an old scab of a wound from the time before Sol making me emotionally itch. I ignored it, and it went away as I entered the kitchen...
I set my rather pleased, if not dazed, lizard on the counter, his fresh diaper crinkling as it compressed under his weight, despite putting him a few centimeters above it. He sat there with a rather dreamy look, probably still enjoying the afterglow of his little release and being comfortable in my arms, while I got to work.
The bag with the Salandit's dirty diaper was placed beside the trash can, and I searched the fridge for anything that might loosely be defined as breakfast food. Honestly, I wasn't the greatest cook...but could at least manage a few things, the kind of stuff most people couldn't screw up. Pasta, grilled cheese, and anything for use in a microwave...I wasn't a chef of great renown. I usually just delegated the task to fast-food places and reliable vendors...
"Erm...why did I expect it to change since last night," I mumbled, looking at the near-barren contents of the fridge. I really shouldn't have expected it to have anything new...you'd think after a few years, I'd have learned...
"Salaaan..."
I leaned up and closed the fridge, looking back at my Pokemon. He was still sitting where I had left him, but had turned a '90, toward me, and had stuff in his hands. That confused me at first, as how did he grab anything when there wasn't really anything nearby? He certainly didn't get up, I would have heard his diaper crinkle up with how quiet it was in the house.
Coming over, I noticed it was actually a few PokeDollars that Sol seemed to be counting. I then noticed that there was a note partly under the fruit bowl, which had no fruit in it, hence I didn't give it a glance before, in the middle of the counter. In direct opposition of an aspiring teen, I initially ignored the money and took a look at the note.
Had to go in early again dear, I left you enough money
for both you and your Pokemon to eat like little kings! With the
celebration coming up soon, many places have
specials going on, and I'm sure there's something
you two would like.
I'll try to make it back for dinner tonight.
I love you dear.
-MomI sighed, but not too heavily. I had expected this. "...It's not so much that we like it...it's kind of because we're the only---"
I squashed the thought, and it nearly transferred to my hand if I hadn't stuffed the note into my pant pocket. I stared at the space under the fruit bowl for a few seconds, feeling the emotional itch, till the crinkle of Sol's diaper brought me back to the moment of now. Looking over, I saw he was about to stuff more than his fair share of the allowance in the only pocket HE had.
"Oh no, little buddy," I told him, reaching over quickly and grabbing the top of the PokeDollars. It was easy, as he had put them in one hand and had pulled the front waistband of his diaper open to stuff them in. He looked at me with fake-surprise as I got the money from him, and then gave me a cheeky little grin that let me know he was messing with me. I rolled my eyes but smiled none the less. Sol could be quite a handful if I didn't watch him, but I think by now he does it to keep me on my toes.
"Well," I started, watching him ease his shoulders and place his palms against the counter and leaning back lazily. "At least mom was right...with 'it' coming up soon, there's plenty of things we could try...anything come to mind?" I asked him.
My Salandit's eyes became wider, thoughtful crescents as he looked up at the ceiling, thinking as his tail idly swayed over the counter edge. I decided to share his upward dead-space-stare, trying to think back to what I had done the last time the 'celebration' happened. What did I do last year? Eessh. I can remember my time with Sol years ago better than I could a single day last year...
"Oh well," I shrugged, stuffing the currency in my pocket. Sol looked down from his thinking as well, looking to me for some sort of game plan since I spoke first. "I guess we'll figure it out as we go along...like usual," I admitted to him, throwing my hands up half-way. Sol rolled his reptilian eyes, but smirked with his blackish 'teeth'. He got it.
"Oh, right, I should get brushing and dressed before we go out," I reminded myself, running my tongue around my own teeth, looking toward the stairs, spotting Sol's bagged dirty diaper near the trash can. I smirked a little, looking at Sol as I made my way to the first floor restroom.
"Hey Sol, be a gentle-lizard and put THAT in the travel bag would ya?" I asked him, pointing at the thing, seeing him bolt upright into sitting position, with an accompanied crinkle, looking at me as if I had gone mad.
"Cuts down on time, after all you're going to be sitting in the bag right?" I told him as I disappeared behind the wall. I heard the rustle of his diaper and a few muttered words, making me smile a bit at teasing him.
When I had finished brushing a minute or two later, I returned, trying to be as silent as possible. To my surprise, the plastic bag was gone...but not too far. The creaking of the stairs had me look up to see my little lizard half-way up, holding the bag away from him like it contained a plague. Then again, he probably had that sort of mind set. Sol didn't like dirty diapers, like me, in any form. The only thing he tolerated was when it was on his rump, heh, and that's cause he knew I would change him out of it ASAP.
Still, I took my time watching him, as he seemed to concentrate fully on the task. It was...teh...so funny. His tail was stiffened up, and he took wide, angling steps which caused his padding to crinkle with each rise and fall. Every move was like a test, causing the bag in his hands to shift with it's cargo. It was almost like he was being careful in a mine-field, that touching one of them would cause the soiled thing to jump out of the bag and splat him in the face.
Honestly, part of me was enjoying this little bit of retribution for his mischievous behavior early. But, seeing him do as I asked, even though he certainly didn't like it, and was being careful about it (despite it being for himself)...it made me take pity on him. I took a few steps, the creaking of the wood making him look back and see me, flinching a little as if concerned I was disappointed in him that he didn't complete what I asked him.
I smiled, patting him on his bald, and apparently a little sweaty head, taking the bag from him. "That's good enough buddy, I'll take care of it," I told him, giving him a pat on his diapered rump, causing some puffs of powder to come from the leg holes.
I started up the stairs, taking a brief look back to see my Salandit slumping, sighing down with what seemed to be relief, one hand on his chest, the other on the tape-strip on the front of his diaper. I looked away, hearing his crinkly steps behind me, not wanting to forget THAT moment, next year or any year hehehehe.
I've seen people have Pokemon of light weight riding on their shoulder before. It seemed like a nice public display of how close (emotionally rather than the obvious physically) Pokemon and humans could be. Honestly, I do do it with Sol on occasion, but we had grown to use a different method.
Early on, for various reasons, I was worried about Sol perching on my shoulder and falling off, hurting himself. Those early months, I took no chances. So, instead, I had Sol ride in a travel bag on my back. I'm not sure about other places, but travel bags here were like reinforced backpacks that were constructed of special fabrics. They allowed a person to carry a Pokemon with a weight below certain thresholds, along with additional, lighter items. The main compartment, in the middle, was where the Pokemon would sit or stand in, while the side pockets stored other items. This allowed you to travel with your Pokemon without it actually attached to you or walking on it's own.
Ironically, the first time I actually started filling the bag with things other than my Pokemon, I realized it was fashioned in quite a way that made me exclaim 'this is a diaper bag!'...which I guess is kind of true. One of the pockets held five disposable diapers quite perfectly, as did another for a bottle of powder, wipes, and gloves. Yep...glorified diaper-bag indeed. Oh well, I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised, that was fine in a town like this. I needed the convenience anyway heh heh.
Now that I think about it...I may have selected the black and gray color scheme, it was actually mom who...got it for me. Huh...it was a...gift to help me take care of Sol...yeah I remember that...
"Andit?"
I shook my head, dislodging the past memory from taking over. I had heard Sol, but he patted his palms against my shoulders for added effect to get my attention. I looked backward, seeing the upper half of Sol's body, his head tilted in slight concern. The lower half of him was in the bag, though I saw a hint of his diaper showing, so guess he was standing up in it, alerted to my mood.
"Heh, it's nothing bud, don't worry," I told him, reaching a hand over and patting it against one of his own.
"Salandit...?"
"Yeah, just thinking of where to go," I told him, though saw he was a bit skeptical given his focused glance at me with one discerning eye slit. Thankfully, I actually came up with a good idea on the spot. "How about the Passho Plaza? Plenty of grilling, doughy, spicy goodness," I told him, feeling more encouraged as I talked.
Now THAT got my little lizard's attention. I heard, and felt, his tail twist a bit in the bag, his diaper crinkling, the expression on his face turning to eagerness. Sol liked that type of food, and was no stranger to enjoying spicy stuff. I can't really agreed on the extreme heat stuff, but I guess that had something to do with him being part Fire-type I suppose, better tolerance.
"That got you going," I chuckled to him as he bounced a bit in the bag as I turned to go down the street. "Ok ok! Calm down! Don't wet yourself, I just changed you..."
"Salandit!"
"Hey, you've done it before."
"Diiiit..."
"Uh huh, that's what I thought. No Great Reds this time..."
How do I describe home? Well...that's hard to say. To outsiders, it's...a very unusual, maybe slightly alien place. On the surface, you'd see a huge city surrounded by a dense forest, separated into different colored districts. You would also see large greenhouse buildings in several places, and a very large tower near the city center with a rather peculiar logo.
As you head into the city, you'd find a lot of happy people, like, I expect, you would in most towns. But, honestly, compared to what I've read about other cities, our human population is actually not that high. It's actually balanced out by the fact that we have just as many Pokemon in the streets, more than any of those places, making it just as crowded. There's a few reasons for that. One is that...there aren't really many trainers in the city...and it's a rare sight you'll see someone using a Pokeball either. Seeing so many Pokemon out at once may not be daunting for some people, but the fact that they, generally, all wear diapers probably does.
See, it's kind of an unwritten law in town that Pokemon outside their Pokeballs, whether native or visitors to the city, have their Pokemon diapered. Natives, of course, understand the reasons and the benefits, but visitors are naturally not so inclined to pad up their Pokemon. While they wouldn't be 'arrested' or such, nearly every business had the right to deny services to such a person for not following the customs of the city, and more than likely that's the reason visitors would come.
The reason for this is two-fold. The diapers, Poke-Poofs, have made such an impact on our city...but it also paired with another thing our city is revolutionary in. Maybe explaining that first will make it easier to understand Berryton and how things are the way they are. Well, heh, if you hadn't guess by now, it's the town's namesake! Berries!
Berries can grow almost anywhere in the world, but here in Berryton, we can grow them all! Not only that, but we can grow some you won't see anywhere else, and are developing new mutations and innovations every year. And the reason for that, well, is due to the former thing my little lizard had strapped to his waist, currently now in a plastic bag.
Sol leaned over and lightly tapped me on the head, dropping me out of my thoughts. "Oh right, hold up buddy," I mumbled, pausing as we passed by one of the district gates.
I went off the main-streets to the side, looking up at one of the large greenhouse buildings on my right. I can't remember this one too well, I've lived my whole life here, but I didn't write down every greenhouse in the city I've visited. But I knew that each of them held large fields of Berries, different bundle types, within their secured resistant-glass, with a team of Swadloons tending the fields. These places were even more secure than banks, given that the products were the exporting lifeblood of the city. Berryton's officials took it very, very seriously.
I looked over my shoulder at Sol and gave a shrug. "Best to get the BUSINESS out of the way first," I told him, getting a annoyed sigh from my lizard in response. "What? Your fault," I teased, getting a slight growl from him as I headed closer.
But, instead of the greenhouse, I turned my attention across the street, looking for a particular location that I expected to find. I found it a few seconds later and started over to the door. With a surge of goodwill, I opened the door, but not for myself. Instead, I held it open for a woman and a young girl. The later was holding the hand of a little Nuzleaf who was blushing on the verge of tears, one hand trying to tug up quite a full looking diaper around it's waist.
"Thank you," the woman told me, guiding the girl and Nuzleaf in.
"Thank you!" the girl quickly said to me, then looking back at her diapered Pokemon. "It's ok Nuzzy! We'll get you into a clean diaper soon!" she told her distraught Grass/Dark-type.
They passed by, the Nuzleaf not looking at me as it did...though it DID look up at someone else. Behind my ears, I heard Sol snicker at the Nuzleaf's feeling of shame, it's now slightly angry face glancing daggers at the lizard's delight. I sighed, knowing the irony of what I was here to do would make the Nuzleaf feel better...or not. I dunno. I decided to just drop scolding my little lizard and head inside.
The interior of the building was like an office for medical practices, for humans that is, not a Pokemon Center. People, adults and kids, were waiting in chairs and talking to each other, with employees going down hallways with smaller rooms between them. I knew they, usually, are here for just a few minutes, and that the place was near-constantly busy. Good thing I was just doing a simple drop off...
Me and Sol watched as a guy in something similar to doctor clothes came into the waiting area, accompanied by a big, diapered Ursaring. It was snowy white with noticeable, grayish six-pointed stars in different sizes dotting all around it, the common Poke-Poof for a Normal type. It was pretty big, as big as Sol was. My Salandit, wisely, decided not to make any cracks about the big guy...
Almost immediately as three kids, one older, two much younger, got up from their chairs and came over. The kids jumped around the huge bear, who smiled at their arrival as they started babbling about how he was and it was good to see him again...despite it probably only being a couple minutes since they arrived...
"Sorry it took a few minutes. You've got a BIG boy here," the employee chuckled at the young man who seemed to be the big brother of the other two.
"Oh thanks a lot," the young man said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm not very good at it at all...and my siblings aren't kind of...up for the task. Usually I ask mom but..."
"Not a problem," the employee replied, smiling. "Big guys like this can be hard for anyone, that's why we're here! Thank you for coming in! I'm sure the company will make some great Chilan berries thanks to you!"
"Really?"
"Of course."
"W-well thank you heh."
"Ursarrring!" the big bear seemed to boast, showing it's apparent owners it's big muscles, as if showing it was brave during the time they were apart. That or to reassure itself of it's masculinity heh heh. Dang...Sol's demeanor was rubbing off on me.
"Feel better now Ursaring?" the little boy asked.
"Of course he is! He's nice and clean now," the girl, sister I guess, told him.
The employee waved them off, with me and Sol getting out of the way. The group passed by, the Ursaring being guided by the each hand by the two kids, it's fresh diaper crinkling up a storm. Again, my little lizard kept his mouth shut. Teasing my Salandit might be, stupid he wasn't.
"Oh! Hello," the employee said, noticing us. He got close enough that I could see his name tag, 'Tyler'.
"Are you here for our services young man?" Tyler asked, leaning to look behind me at Sol. His eyes widened. "Oh my...that's a...Salandit isn't it?" he asked, cautiously. I understood why, Poison-type wariness and all, but me and Sol were both allied in the irony of hypocrisy that this guy had just worked on a bear four times Sol's size. Guy must be new...
"Uh, no, he's fine," I said, moving up a hand to hold one of Sol's gripping my shoulders, a gesture to him to not get hot-headed.
"Oh? He's clean? Did you come before...? Was there a problem?" Tyler asked, suddenly confused as to why I was here.
"Oh no, no problem, just...doing my part I guess," I remarked, shrugging off the backpack slowly and laying it, with Sol, on a nearby bench. After a bit of rustling, I produced my reason for coming into a place who's services I didn't really need.
"Oh!" Tyler exclaimed when he saw what I had. "I see now. Good for you young man, handling such deeds yourself!"
"Wouldn't call it a 'deed' exactly," I mumbled on the edge of my mouth. Deed just sounded way too...noble for such a thing. "Anyway, I was going out, and I figured to just...maybe because of the celebration or...I dunno," I remarked, kind of unsure myself.
"Well, whatever your reason, thank you very much," Tyler told me, taking the plastic covered garment and glancing at it. "A SALANDIT'S diaper...now that's a rare thing...wonder what kind they make with these..."
There comes a time in a child's life where they sometime learn that all those plant things, like lettuce and broccoli, actually come from. Well, all those things they tell you to eat to grow big and strong come from the ground, like trees. But what the adults don't usually tell you is that you don't just stick a seed in the ground and water it. Sure, it works sometimes, but the seed needs a little something else to do it....
Fertilizer. Mulch. Manure. Or, to put it bluntly, poop. Gross right? Don't feel bad to think that at all, I thought it too. Still...kind of avoid salads. Anyway, Berries are made the same way. How they grow can depend on the type of fertilizer they are given and well...it's not human fertilizer that's being used for it. Nope, it's Pokemon manure. Farmers are well versed in this sort of thing, but our city does it a little differently in the collecting department.
See, that's where the diapers come in. For the Pokemon who use them, they're generally used for both reasons, but it's the later of those reasons that the Berry farmers care about. Every Pokemon with a digestive system 'goes' in some way, so, when they do, it naturally (as far as this city goes) ends up in a diaper.
While one's initial response to a dirty diaper is to throw it away, we don't do that here. Instead, it's collected. It can either be from a different receptacle that most houses with registered, diapered Pokemon have, which is picked up similarly to how trash is handled, or it can be done at one of the many Poof Places around town, usually near the greenhouses.
For that later case, Poof Places are actually locations where owners can go to get their Pokemon's diapers changed. It can be either do to youthful reluctance, sanitary concerns, or more likely time issues that people use these places. Like a doctor's office, the owners wait in the lobby while their Pokemon is taken into private changing rooms by licensed professionals who are trained to handle multiple types of Pokemon. There, the Pokemon gets changed into a fresh diaper and returned to the owners in a few short minutes. Owners can choose to register their Pokemon if they live in the area, so the Poof Place stocks diapers for them on a returned change. Given that's generally a few times a day, if people use it all the time, it's generally a good idea.
Even more, the whole thing is FREE. That's right, the services are free, no cost or strings attached. Well, aside from the fact that the used diaper is now 'in their care', and no one really wants to KEEP a dirty diaper. The reason THEY do, though, is because they ship the diaper, complete with labels such as the name of the Pokemon it came from, to the local Berry greenhouse.
There, the 'contents' of the dirty diaper are put through whatever process fertilizer goes through. The rest of the diaper is either burned or recycled in some way, while it's fertilizer result is added to the greenhouse fields. From there, the condition of planted Berries is improved, altered, or, in other cases, mutated. And, essentially, from there, it's a lot like growing...well...anything heh.
Different berries, and different ways of making them, are created depending on the type of Pokemon the dirty diaper came from. It's usually by the type of Pokemon it is, like how Fire-Types make Occa Berries (or Flying-Types make Coba), but some specific types of Pokemon make different results. The diapers of Pokemon have caused huge strides to be made in the business, and since we're the only city that does it, Berryton has a monopoly on it.
The partnership of Poke' Poofs and Berryton's berry workers have made the town thrive. The city's Pokemon all wear diapers, we humans change them, the diapers are used to help make Berries, and the town makes a fortune off supply and exports. The cycle has continued for a long time now, with everything connecting to each other in meaningful ways that outsides have a hard time believing.
So, if Sol is any indication, the Pokemon may love their diapers, but the city certainly owes them a great debt...
I handed off the dirty diaper to Tyler, letting him figure out what to do with it, and after a goodbye, turned to leave. I didn't see it myself, but I heard Sol growl a little bit behind me. I didn't figure it till later, but I guess that little Nuzleaf with the full diaper had not been picked up to be changed yet, and had noticed my drop-off. Wasn't a big guess who's dirty diaper was in that plastic bag, but the Nuzleaf must have indicated he did...much to Sol's annoyance heh.
I left the Poof Place, looking up at the sign, which had an large smiling Eevee in a large, thick diaper, designed like that Ursaring's was. Eevee wasn't Poke-Poof's mascot...but I kind of understood why it was sort of a mini-one for the Poof Places...I shook my head with a smile at the thing and kept on walking.
Sure, I may come time to time to 'drop off' a thing or two, but I never really used these places. I don't LIKE changing diapers, especially dirty diapers...but what I did like was doing it with Sol. He was my first Pokemon...we've been through tough times together. Changing his diaper, doting on him as a friend, even family, while I did it was one of the things that made us closer. The whole Poof Place thing seemed so...impersonal.
Still, I can't blame people for it. If they want to use it, fine. I'll stick with what I've been doing for now, it's made me and Sol's relationship pretty strong...which was another reason to thank those puffy garments heh.
...but if he keeps going wild with the spicy foods, and the aftermath from them, then I might consider it...
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