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Lazy days were the best. This Charmander loved them more than the average couch potato. He loved them because a truly 'lazy' day where one wouldn't have to worry about any routines very rarely came around, but more because it meant that he had the chance to spend the day with his best friend.

For Kyle, that Charmander, it was more than the average bond with a friend. He wasn't exactly in love with his partner Pikachu, but said Pikachu was the only Pokémon in the world where he could comfortably be himself around, and that meant the world to him. The big secret he struggled day in and day out to keep to himself, Baz the Pikachu was the only Pokémon who knew about it and didn't ridicule him for it. Kyle wore diapers.

"But today's the day," Kyle told himself as he marched through the forest. He was already wearing his trademark, puffy, sky blue diaper that fitted him to a T, even making room for his tail. It was heat resistant on the outside to prevent his tail from lighting it by accident or something. Wide, round, smooth, soft, and bigger around the back, Kyle was going to miss this comfortable seat of his.

He was planning to avoid using it. He had been practicing making it to a decent spot to litter rather than wetting diapers for ages, and for a whole week now, had avoided so much as leaking into one. He was ready to show Baz his progress, and with a lazy day like this where he didn't need to worry about anything else, there was no better time.

"There it is," Kyle said to himself happily, stopping to look up. The biggest tree of the forest loomed over him, its easily climbable branches looking like a parent ready to embrace their child. The tree was tall enough to be considered a skyscraper, reaching higher than anywhere else in the forest, and wide enough to house a great number of Pokémon.

The herd of Pikachu that normally lived here were absent, though. Besides Baz, they had all migrated for the coming season. To Kyle, the fact that Baz didn't go with his herd just to stay with Kyle all this time was practically an oath to their friendship, and he cherished it. With that very thought in mind now, he laughed happily and jogged ahead, entering the tree through the wide entrance at the foot of the trunk.

"Baz, I'm here!" Kyle said, greeted by the spiral slope built on the interior of the tree. It split off into several rooms on the way up, one of which the Pikachu emerged from. They laughed and met one another halfway, jumping into a tight cuddle. Kyle couldn't help but yelp a bit, surprised by just how tightly the front of his diaper was squeezed against him.

"You didn't run into any trouble on the way here, did you? No fights or creepy Pokémon, right?" Baz said, breaking away after a few moments. "N-never mind that, I'm getting ahead of myself again. How're you, how've you been, come in, come on in!"

"B-Baz," Kyle squeaked with more giggles as he was dragged away into the Pikachu's part of the tree.

...

"Everything's been slow. Bro's still off work sick, so I'm helping Dad do all the hunting and leaf gathering and all that. But it's no trouble, bro's work is easy," Kyle said. They had gotten settled down with a big drink for each of them, a few biscuit snacks and all. "But the real triumph is, well..."

"It's...?" Baz replied, leaning forward. Kyle blushed a bit and slid his hips forward, giving his diaper a few light taps. Baz suddenly hopped forward and gave it a firm squeeze with both hands, making Kyle flinch back and squeak.

"Wh-what was that for?" he cried. If his face wasn't orange, Baz might've spotted that he'd gone completely red.

"It's dry. Or have you gone up a size or something?"

"I was gonna say- y-yeah, I'm dry. And I haven't wet all week. I can do it now," he said, sitting properly again. He had to wiggle his bottom a bit to sit properly.

"Oh... that's what you mean," Baz said, leaning back. Kyle raised an eyebrow at how quiet the Pikachu became. "Well, that's fine and dandy. Actually yeah, that's really good! See see, look here a sec."

Just like that, Baz was tripping over the back of the wooden chair he was sat on, scrambling over to the corner of another room. He sounded like he hurt himself several times before coming back, slamming a book bigger than his head on the stump table in the middle of them.

"Here here! See, mama always hid her cooking recipes, but I found the book she wrote them all in. I wanted to play around sometime and see if I could make some of the berry juices and stuff she makes super well. Wanna help?"

"That sounds like a good way to pass the time. I've never tried cooking before," Kyle said, nodding.

"No no, you won't be cooking. Just tasting! You get the fun part, 'cos I couldn't have you working when you're finally off."

"I don't mind! It's cool. Better than sitting around and waiting."

"You sure?"

"Yeah! It sounds like fun."'

Baz let out a squeal and dove into him again, cuddling him tightly. "Yay, you're the best! Let's get started right now," the Pikachu cheered, pulling his friend away again.

Soon enough the duo was deep into their activity. Baz had been harder at work gathering berries than Kyle expected, having a whole mountain of wild, ripe, and delicious fruits stored all over the place. They focused on berries and smoothies for time being, mixing and matching to see what flavours and colours they could make.

And each and every time they made something, it was Kyle that was trying it, sometimes sipping, sometimes slurping. Minutes turned into hours in the blink of an eye, and before they knew it, the table in the mess hall was lined with favourites in wooden cups and mugs. Mixed Oran punch, spicy Tamato juice, springing Custap soda, and a few others were some that Kyle knew he'd be making in his own time from here on.

Sometime later, Kyle began to take notice of Baz's strange movements. The Pikachu seemed to be a bit jumpier than usual and occasionally danced on his toes or rubbed his legs together. At first it looked like a habitual reaction, but as the time went by and he started to do it more and more, sometimes even coupling a sly moan with it, Kyle finally noticed what was wrong. Baz needed to go.

Kyle himself could use a bathroom break, now that his attention was brought to it. He hadn't been since the morning, and after all that drinking, tasting, and chomping on yummy, juicy berries all day, the sensation had only just started to hit him. That, or he was having so much fun that he didn't realise just how close to bursting he really was.

"Hey, Baz? I uh, gotta go water the grass. I'll be back in a bit, alright?" he called out.

"You don't need to tell me," was the reply he got. Kyle snickered and quickly walked out, both hands pressed down into the front of his diaper to help hold it in.

The designated litter spot was either around the back of tree, or one of the many uninhabited trunks the forest had to offer. Once he got outside the room however, it was like his urge to pee multiplied, and he had to slow down his walking. His belly was bulging and rumbled, sounding like rushing water trapped in a large, overfilled bag. The Charmander moaned with it, pressing deeper into his diaper. He couldn't help but pass wind a bit too, like his need to pee was bringing on a number two.

"N-no. No accidents. I can make it just fine," he ordered to himself. He picked up the pace again, ignoring the discomfort in his tummy and bladder, which felt like it was sagging over the top of his diaper despite how big it was.

Then he hit the dilemma that turned this into a real emergency. He should've taken the spitefully chilly wind that struck him as he left the room as a warning, as it was now raining outside. And not a normal rain that he could simply ignore as it would sting him a bit. It was pouring like a storm, and judging by the nearly black clouds blanketing the sky, he'd probably be staying the night here.

That thought was nice and all, but right now, he was in trouble. He was bursting, and there was no way he was getting to the spot without either his tail going out or his diaper filling with rainwater and failing on him. The very thought of that made him shiver violently with need, and he crossed his legs as much as he could.

"Baz!" he cried, charging back up the slope. The Pikachu was surprised to see him again so soon. "You've gotta have a restroom, right?"

"Na-uh."

"Wha, really? No restroom? Emergency litterbox? Litterbags?"

"Na-uh, nope, and nada. We've got more than enough places to do our business out there, so we've never had a need for that stuff. What's wrong?"

"It's raining too hard! And I'm gonna explode- I gotta- I'm not gonna make it if I wait for the rain," Kyle moaned, squirming. Baz tilted his head at him.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean 'what do you mean'? I gotta pee, like, super emergency gotta pee!"

Baz answered by pointing with a finger. It took a moment for Kyle to realise he was pointing at the diaper, to which he blushed again.

"B-but I'm... you know I'm potty training. The point is not to use it!"

"But it's an emergency, isn't it? Therefore it's fine."

"Oooh, this isn't funny Baz," Kyle moaned, dancing on his toes.

"I need to go too, now that you mention it," Baz said, putting one hand on his mouth while the other held his crotch.

"Baz!"

"Okay okay, but what do you want me to do? I can't make it stop raining or anything."

Kyle knew he was right, yet he couldn't help but feel agitated by it. His belly rumbled again, causing him to moan and stretch, pressing his diaper into himself so much that it crinkled and puffed out around his arms. Thunder boomed outside suddenly, and he could've sworn he felt himself leak a little bit when it hit. Baz screaming at it didn't help.

"Whoa, it is raining pretty bad! Can I even go out there?" the Pikachu asked, jogging out to check. He came back moments later with a sheepish smile on his face, scratching the back of his head. "No way. I'd catch a cold in no time."

"Baz!" Kyle raised his voice.

The Pikachu kept laughing awkwardly until he noticed the stress on Kyle's face, and slowed to silence. He started blushing a bit and looked away. One hand wouldn't leave his crotch, reminding Kyle that he needed to go as well. "Sorry Kyle. Look er, there's somethin' I wanna tell you."

"I don't think I'm gonna make it. Can't it wait?"

"That's the thing, that's what it's about," Baz said, rushing back into his room. He went deeper into the habitat to where his bed was, sounding like he was shuffling around with his belongings a bit.

"What're you?" Kyle said, impatiently rubbing his hands and feet together. A pang of need hit him, so started pacing for a while, but the Pikachu wasn't coming out. He felt like he was going to pee and poop himself any minute now, and felt as though he had been waiting hours as a result. Annoyed at that, he stopped pacing and marched over to the room, but wound up freezing in the doorway.

Kyle locked eyes with him with a deep gasp, the Pikachu gradually going completely red. There he was, Kyle's closest friend, wearing a similar diaper to him. The Pikachu was in the middle of tying it around his waist, making sure it was snug and tight. It wasn't until his own tummy panged again and he clutched his diaper that they moved, their needs and desperation taking charge.

"This is er, what it looks like! I mean- this isn't what it's meant to--"

"Baz, you wear diapers, too?" Kyle said. Baz went quiet, and his face flushed red. Kyle chose not to push him, instead trying to read his friend's face and quiet sounds for evidence of his thoughts. A runny, trickling sound like there was a leak soon got his attention, and he gawked. "Wa-wait, are you wetting--"

"I like it!" the Pikachu cried, letting go completely and throwing himself to the floor.

Kyle was the one gawking and blushing, now. He didn't know what to say, totally entranced by the Pikachu that was sat down and wetting himself right there, right in front of him. Baz let out a long, arousing sigh of relief, keeping both hands on the puffy bulge of his diaper in front of him, rubbing its slowly enlarging surface. He was really filling it, not to the point where any smell or colour was leaking through, but it did become noticeably soggier and there was no attempt to stop.

When he was done, Kyle was so close to just copying his friend and letting loose right there and then. His tummy rumbled, he held as tightly as he could, and he glanced toward the exit in hopes of seeing a salvation, but it was still raining just as hard as before. The Charmander moaned, stretched, and squirmed with need and discomfort, scrunching up his face. He was begging for an out in his mind, but there wasn't realistically going to be one.

At least until Baz grabbed his hand, making him freeze up again. The Pikachu was blushing deeply, but was smiling, letting out an aura of calmness.

"It's okay," he said. "I'm happy that you you're doing so well with potty training. I really am. But I... I like diapers."

"You... like them?" Kyle squeaked.

"I always thought it was cute that you wore them, and I never minded you using them, too. I..."

"B-but, I--"

"I know you have to learn to stop using them. But like, when it's just us, and you sleeping over here... is it alright if...?" Baz replied, forcing himself to smile at Kyle. Well, Kyle felt it was forced, but he also felt the innocent honesty coming from his friend.

It was raining without an end in sight, so he'd have to stay the night for sure. Baz wore diapers and had wet his, and just admitted that he liked Kyle wearing them, too. That meant it was all okay, right? He had to be sure, but part of him was beginning to relax, feeling the weight in his belly reach his lower body in preparation. He knew how to answer, but he had to be sure.

"Hey, Baz," he said, gulping. "Do you mean it's okay? If we both just wear diapers together? When we're together and stuff?"

"Y-yeah! It's fine, really. I want that to be like, our thing. Even if it's just us."

Kyle slowly began to smile brightly, and his tail wagged. It wasn't at all the answer he was expecting, but it was all he needed to hear in the end.

And so, he gave his answer by letting loose. He had to shut his eyes and push a bit, but before he knew it, a stream was flooding into his diaper from the front, while a soft log filled the back, cradling his lower body in a comfortable warmth. He knelt forward and laid both hands on his diaper, taking in the light vibrations, warmth, and filling relief that overcame him as he emptied his bladder and bowels.

With all the berries and juice he'd been eating and drinking earlier, there was quite a lot. More than enough for the pee and poop to overflow from the back of his diaper to the front, causing it to sag down and inflate. He instinctively let out just as arousing a sigh of relief too, relishing in the freedom of relief.

What felt like a minute later, he stood back up, hearing a bit of a heavy slosh as he did so. He blushed a bit and pressed against his diaper, but it was fine, if not a little squishier than before. It wasn't soaking through or overfilled or anything. He'd just peed and pooped a lot more than he was expecting, and felt its weight as he stood up. All the mess around his crotch was warm, comfortable, and soft, not uncomfortably squashed.

"Uh... you really had to go, huh?" Baz said with a giggle, scratching his head.

"Well, so did you," Kyle said, scratching his face. "Why'd you hold it all day, though? I saw you needed to go too, earlier."

"I... I wanted to come out to you, today. Just the diaper thing, really. I've been doing it for a while. I just feel comfortable, but when I learnt that you were trying to stop, I..." he said, twiddling his feet. "It's okay, okay? Just, when you're here, I'd love it if you still wore them and just let it go."

Kyle rubbed the front of his puffy undergarments again, taking in that very idea. Thinking about it rather deeply, he was always able to mess his diapers easily when he wore them around Baz because he was just so comfortable around him. Wearing them was more of a comfort rather than a handicap. And if Baz was happy to wear them around him too, then who was he to question it?

He'd be happy, and his best friend would be happy. A happiness kept between them. A happiness that told this Charmander just how happy he made his best friend, and that those feelings were perfectly mutual.

"So uh... we better get changed," Kyle said, smiling brightly.