Hiya! This is a art/writing collab with the lovely  Nieve and you can find their half on this link https://www.furaffinity.net/view/50876804/
There’s also an NSFW version that I have posted. Hope you enjoy!
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Story:

“Master, what are we even looking for?” His starter asked.

Coby was an adept Pokémon trainer, and had a good 4-mon team. However, today he just wanted to spend some time with his starter, Meowscarada. She liked it when she had all of his attention, too.

“We’re ideally looking for good sandwich ingredients.” He said. “Porto Marinada is a great melding pot in Paldea. The variety here is great.”

Meowscarada’s voice quieted. “B-but, did you really have to… keep me in these?” She squirmed a bit, clearly embarrassed.

Coby knew what she was talking about. Yesterday, his Meowscarada had a little slip-up and had an accident on the ground in front of their team in the hotel. He had to pay for damages to the hardwood floor, and, as such, got a little bit of extra insurance so it wouldn’t happen again.

The feline’s white diaper was accented with pink and flowers that were in bloom, and they smelled a faint scent of ripe Pecha berries. A yellow line down the middle would turn blue when she inevitably used it.

“Yeah, I did.” He explained. “It’s just a precaution. You don’t have to use it at all.”

“But it’s embarrassing, Master.” She complained, her bottom fur layer barely covering the diaper. If she bent over or someone looked down at it, they’d likely see it. “It’s not like I’ll need to use it.”

“Again, stop complaining. We’re here for auctions and I don’t want you having an accident in front of everyone. So let’s go get those ingredients first and discuss this afterwards, alright kitty?” Coby said, scratching her chin.

The two walked around the auction house listening to the sounds, while Coby looked about and tried to find what he was looking for. He’d been pretty good at ensuring his sandwiches were healthy and delicious, but he wanted more flavor, or spice. And he found just what he was looking for.

“Yeah! Come on, Meowscarada, let’s go to that auction.” He grabbed her paw and dragged her over; she stumbled a bit and a bystander or two saw the floral back of her diaper.

“Momma, look at the kitty!” A nearby boy who was browsing with his mother pointed at the Meowscarada’s escaping bottom. “She’s in a diaper like me!”

Meowscarada whimpered; that one hurt her ego. She was getting pointed out by some… baby who clearly needed their diapers as his legs contained a big sag, easily visible with humans being so tiny, about HER own diapers.

‘Difference is,’ She thought. ‘He needs them. I don’t.’

“So, Master, what is it?” She whispered in his ear. He whispered back, “Its a special Scovillain sauce. It’s the hottest one in all of Paldea! It’ll go great on a sandwich.” He was excited to try it, but he had to win first.

“Kent Scovillain Sauce! You three are in the auction!” The man gestured to Coby, a young teen, and a grizzly looking man. “For two bottles of it. Starting at 3000!”

“5000!” The teen stated boldly.

“I’ll do 5500.” The veteran said, glaring at the boy.

“6000, then!” The teen smirked.

“I’ll do 6500.” Coby states.

“6500! Do I hear 7500?”

“7500!” The old man retorted. The teen walked off at the two spice experts’ exchanging. He was out of money.

“7500! Now do I hear 8000?” The man looked to Coby for a response.

“M-master?” Meowscarada tugged on his shirt, one paw to her diaper. “C-can we please..”

“Not now, Meowscarada.” Coby continued. “8000!”

Meowscarada didn’t like being ignored, she also didn’t like it when it was important, like now. Sounds were drowned out as she focused on the task at hand: not having an accident. But it seemed too hard, harder than the few gyms they’ve been to, as the Meowscarada crossed her legs and clutched her diaper with both paws, squirming, all efforts dedicated to not letting go. And she seemed to find a happy medium, with as long as she focused and clutched at her diaper, it wouldn’t leak out her pee.

“Alright! 10000, final bid.” Coby stated, and the Veteran scowled in defeat.

“Yikes! It’s all yours, kid. I’ll try again later.” The man walked off, shaking his head.

“Young man! You got it, it’s all yours! Will that be league points or cash?” The attendant eagerly asked.

“League points is fine.” Coby got out his card and swiped the reader, taking the two bagged bottles and putting them in his bag, moving aside his feline friends’ spare diapers.

“Thank you for your patronage! Come back tomorrow!”

Coby didn’t notice his Meowscarada’s posture, and instead lightly jabbed her stomach with his elbow. “Hey, hey! Guess who’s awesome at auctions?” He smiled.

Unfortunately it was more than enough pressure needed, as it shook her bladder and concentration, and she began to hopelessly wet herself. She gasped sharply and tried to press her paws further onto her diaper, but it wouldn’t stop the flow going into her absorbent undergarment. A gentle hissing noise accompanied her accident, her blue line shining brilliantly as the flowers faded slightly, which wasn’t supposed to happen. She must’ve had to go pretty bad.

“Did you just… go potty?” Coby asked and answered himself, as his eyes trailed down. Her diaper was sagging a lot more than it normally should. He reached down and squeezed it, feeling that it was wet as he flipped a bit of her fur aside to see the blue line. She squealed a bit and shuddered.

“Yeah, you’re all wet. I knew it was a good idea.”

“Master, I-I can tell you if I use it myself!” She said cattily. “Can you n-not make this more embarrassing than it needs to be? And… can you,” Her voice lowered. “Can you change me, master?”


Coby led the Grass-Type over to the bathroom area. Mens, Women’s, and Family/Other were the options, and he opened the vacant door to the family bathroom and ushered his blushing Pokémon inside, then shut and locked the door to deter others.

“Okay, let’s see what you got for me, then.” Coby teased.

“I-I didn’t get it for you, Master, it was an accident…” she whined, pulling her fur down a bit to cover the infantile front.

Coby walked over to the pull-out changing table and pulled it to its maximum length. His Meowscarada didn’t protest, but looked away as she was lifted up and placed into it lying down. She blushed heavily at being exposed like that to her trainer. Although, deep down past the diapers and humiliation, she loved the extra one-on-one attention, as most of her species did from their trainers.

Coby set his backpack on the ground and fished out wipes, powder, and a new floral diaper for his Grass-Type. He placed them next to her head, so they were in view throughout the change.

“It’ll be real quick, alright? Then we go back to bidding.” Coby said, ripping the tapes on her diaper aside and sliding it out from under her. Meowscarada squealed and covered her face with her paws, trying not to look too embarrassed. She didn’t like having to use diapers, but wearing them did give her more attention… and getting changed certainly felt nice.

Coby went at her bottom with wet wipes he picked out of the package, which the feline didn’t shudder on, since the Grass-Type was resistant to slightly wet, colder temperatures, being resistant to water. Lifting her legs up for her master, she allowed him to powder her bottom, turning it much whiter than before, and the new flora on her diaper were on display as it he slid it under her, her legs gently nudged down into it, and taped back onto her bottom.


“There. All finished, then. My little queen is all ready for a leak-free day.” Coby sat his Pokémon upright on the diaper changing table and petted her head. She leaned into his touch and hopped off the table, while Coby closed the table she made sure her fur was covering the diaper.

“Okay, Meowscarada. Back to business!”