Within the trees of Stifstik forest on a hot summer day, there is a green-furred Sprigatito walking away from a treehouse. His name is Trip, a six year old boy that likes to walk around and explore the world a bit. He has purple eyes, mangy hair, and wears casual shorts and a tank top. He'd wear his usual black t-shirt, but it's too hot for dark-colored clothing to be worn. Trip is known for having a very care-free attitude. He also speaks like a kitten with broken word skipping and speaking with a rolling "r" sound. There is a scent of mint surrounding him all time, as if it was naturally from him, but it's mostly from the old pee stains that are embedded in his fur. Even a warm bath won't get the stains out; so he smells like minty cat piss. Trip will likely never get these stains out; that is if he even wants that because he actually loves being stained with urine. He's so used to the smell that he doesn't notice his own stench (unless he has an accident somewhere~). Also, if it wasn't clear, he tends to pee a lot wherever he goes.

The Sprigatito kitty boy seems like he is going somewhere as he hums to himself happily; enjoying the surroundings around him. He thinks to himself, "Gonna see a new fren~; can't wait mrrreow!" After two minutes, he comes across a river to his left. It's a beautiful river next to a log cabin. He thinks, "Wow!" and takes a few seconds to stop and look at it with a very-still stare containing his glistening eyeballs. The water looks refreshing; he could take a dip at any moment, but the depth of the water isn't safe for a boy his age and his parents aren't with him for supervision. He says to himself, "Not safe, maybe new fren can help~. He is Norwood's age too (Norwood is a Pachirisu that lives in the treehouse he walked away from)." After sightseeing the nearby river, he goes to the log cabin, anxious to meet another new friend that he can spend his free time with.

He nears the steps to the door and knocks on it. *knock* *knock* The cute green-furred Sprigatito waits there for the door to open; to meet his potential new friend. He stares blankly towards the door, not moving his body at all. It's almost as if he was a statue placed in front of the door. A minute passes as the sunlight basks on the roof of the log cabin. Most young ones would leave the house by now, but not Trip. He's a very abnormally patient boy.

*creek~* The door opens and Trip feels a joy of excitement; his new friend is finally opening the door! As the door partially opens, he sees a Buizel with pink eyes. The eleven year old Buizel, nearing twelve of age, looks an awful lot like a Bunnelby in fur color and patterning. It can be easy to mistake him as one. For his clothing, he most notably has no clothes on except for a publicly visible diaper worn around his waist for the world to see. The diaper is made of velcro and plastic and has two red tapes with light-red leg guards and a very lightly colored pattern all around the diaper; the patterning is of paw prints. He seems to have absolutely no fear of having his diaper shown. The Buizel looks somewhat cautious as if he's the type to check who is behind the door before opening it; but he sees no danger. All he sees is a young, innocent, piss-stained Sprigatito. A Sprigatito that is staring blankly into his eyes. After a couple seconds, the Sprigatito says, "Hello, I'm Trip~!"

"Hey there! Sorry for the delay! Had to know who it was," says the Buizel as he continues, "I'm Bunzel, but you can also call me Otter if you want." The Sprigatito starts to quickly swish his tail back and forth. "Sprig~!" he says, really wanting to have a new friend. Bunzel, in the back of his mind, has concern that Trip is alone at the door due to the environment around him, but he tries to be nice to the young kitty. Bunzel asks, "You lost out here? The forest is dangerous for a young lad like yourself." Trip simply replies, "Nah~."

Trip again stares blankly at his newfound friend. Bunzel looks back at his eyes, but after some seconds of staring he already starts to feel uneasy about the situation.  It reminds him of his best Espurr friend that does the same thing to him sometimes. The Buizel interrupts their short-lived staring contest, "Why are ya out in the forest? Need anything to drink? The weather is brutal today." The Sprigatito replies, "To meet new fren like you, mrreow~. Norwood says you good fren~." With those recent words spoken out loud, Bunzel knew what was happening now; it's another babysitting trap set up by yet another of his friends. He feels absolutely sure that this is the case. "Ah, okay. I'm okay with watching ye while Norwood does other stuff. Let's go inside and cool off." Trip is delighted to hear that, "Okay, otter diaper fren~." Bunzel giggled a bit at that.

They enter from the door into the living room of the log cabin. The cabin has a very rustic appearance both inside and outside. The walls are of large horizontal logs aligned parallel with each other. These walls also provide great insulation, keeping the house cooled down somewhat. A couple of pictures are on the walls; most are of scenery or nature but there's one that is with Bunzel and some others all happy together: a Buizel, a Floatzel with pink eyes, a Pachirisu of similar age as the Buizel with green eyes, and a Diggersby. The floor is carpeted in a tanned color. A worn-out light-brown couch, with two couch pillows on them, lie in the room with a rug under it. The couch has a wooden tea table nearby with an unlit candle on it. There's another smaller table further forward with a very basic white-and-black television on it with an antenna receiver.

They're at the couch. Bunzel motions with his paw patting the couch for Trip to come over. "Come sit down while I get some cups for us to drink out of~." "Okay," replies Trip, doing as asked. He sits his furry behind on the cushioning that is also stained like he himself is. Despite seeing better times, the couch mattress is quite comfortable to rest on. The Buizel is in the kitchen area that joins the living room without a wall or door. He opens the covert, grabs two ceramic cups for them, and then closes the covert door. Before opening their refrigerator, he asks the little Sprigatito, "Milk or water?" "Milk please~," replies Trip. Bunzel did not expect him to be that polite. He says one word, "Alright," and pours some milk for the little one. For himself, he uses a move that he knows called water gun. It's super effective at filling his ceramic cup, but he's basically drinking what came out of him. Bunzel returns with their drinks in both paws and sets it on the tea table. "Here's your milk Trip! It's local here so it tastes nice~. Don't spill it, okay?" Trip wags his tail, "Okay~!"

Trip can't wait to drink the milk down his gullet. The Sprigatito boy takes the cup and puts it near his mouth. He then starts to stick his tongue out, *lick~* *lick~*, and lick the milk into his mouth as if he's drinking from a milk bowl on the kitchen floor. The Bunzel looks at him strangely, but Trip is too distracted by the milk to pay attention to Bunzel's face. It feels like abnormal behavior to Bunzel, so he tries to offer to help out. "Lick~ Lick~," teases Bunzel, "Is it good~?" Trip looks at him with milk all over the rim of his mouth, "Ya! Really good mrreow~!"

The Buizel replies with a smile, "I'm glad! No need to lick it like ye doing though. Easier to use paws to hold the cup to drink it. The Sprigatito tilts his head and looks straight at Bunzel, "Sprig~?" "Yeah!" says Bunzel who is glad to teach him how to drink the proper way before he develops awful habits. He continues, "Follow along with me okay?" "Mmhmm~." Bunzel grabs his cup of his own watery fluid with both paws, puts it to his lips, and then opens his mouth slightly. Trip tries to follow along but it takes him a second. Bunzel knows this so he's patient with Trip, "Like this, yeah." He tips the cup and pours the water into his mouth. *sip~* *slurp~* Bunzel lets the water sit in his water a bit before swallowing. *gulp~* "Now you try," says the Buizel.

"Okay," says Trip, doing as requested. He takes the cup, which should be a sippy cup that toddlers drink from in this situation but it isn't, and puts it on his mouth. Unlike his patience at the doorstep of the log cabin, he isn't patient here. He wants to drink the tasty milk now. He pours it fast into his mouth, licking the cup while doing so. *lick~* *slurp~* The milk-loving Sprigatito swallows most of the milk into his tummy, but some running droplets leak over due to inexperience. It pours down his neck into his chest fur. Bunzel notices this, figuring that it might happen, and thinks to himself, "Oh shit. I need to clean it right now before it stains bad." He tells Trip in a panic, "You spilt milk; grabbing a towel one sec."

When Bunzel told him that, he ran off quickly to where the towels are located in their house. Trip tilted his head towards Bunzel, staring at him running towards the hallway. Trip lets the milk slowly run down his fur, being simple-minded and not giving any care in the world about it. The milk droplets are nearing the couch bedding, wanting to stain the couch cushion (and Trip's mint-stench, urine-stained fur) with smelly milk stains forever.

After several precious seconds, Bunzel comes back with a white towel in hand. He sees a couple of stains "Let's wipe that milk off." Bunzel approaches with paw in towel wanting to rub the milk off of the urine-stained green Sprigatito fur. *rub~* *brush~* Bunzel wipes repeatedly in a vertical motion downward on his fur, absorbing the milk inside the towel. Trip wiggles his legs back and forth like a cute kitty being petted. "Purr~." he says, enjoying his temporary massage from the Buizel. Trip really likes being touched if it feels comfortable to him, especially if Bunzel's paw is rubbing softly within his lovely, green furry coat. "Lift your butt so I can get the milk underneath," says Bunzel. Trip giggles a bit, "Okay~," and lifts his bottom so that the Buizel can clean underneath it. While lifting Trip's ass, and feeling no guilt about doing that, Bunzel wipes the surface of the cloth-based couch, not fully getting within the padding of the cushion. After several wipes he sets the kitty back down, his furry behind plopped on the couch.

"Good boy~! Hand me the cup please so I can wash it out," says Bunzel. Trip does as asked, saying afterward while tilting his head and looking adorable, "More milk mrrreow~?" Bunzel lies to him, "We're too low on milk. Is water okay?" Trip looks a bit disappointed, "Aw, water fine then." Bunzel goes back to the walk-in kitchen to clean the cup out, using his water gun to do so. While the Buizel is cleaning the dishes, Trip feels a familiar feeling near his member. He senses his bladder being full, aching for him to use the potty like a good kitty boy. It feels to him like a small tornado is inside swishing the water around. Trip touches himself near his private area, poking against the bladder. He thinks, "Meow, gotta potty... I can hold..."

Bunzel returns with refills of water for both of them, using the same cups as before. Bunzel hands Trip his cup. He accepts it with both paws again, "Thanks mrreow~" The Buizel smiles at that, thinking it's cute that he's also polite, "No problem!" A minute or two passes as they enjoy their drinks, with Trip giving that strange stare at him again before Bunzel asks, "What's ye family like?" hoping that he has parents at all. Trip replies, "Um, they good family, bigger than me mrreow." Bunzel mentally sighs a breath of relief that he is being taken care of by someone other than himself. "When ya have to be back home?" Trip replies, "Couple hours they said." "Alright. Um... do you have any brothers or sisters at all? Or only yourself?" He responds, "Just me mrreow~. Your family?" The Bunzel takes a sip before saying, "They're rarely here, but I love them. I have a Floatzel mom who is very serious and to the point. My Diggersby dad is a sailor; very strong and has a sense of humor. My brother Norwood is cool too, but we live separately. Can't believe he didn't tell ya about that earlier." Trip seems bright in mood, "Bro frens~?" "Yeah, bro friends! Different moms though. I'm glad you met and like him." "Sprig~," says Trip with water in his frontal fur being there due to inexperience, "I need a refill." Bunzel finishes his cup as well, "Okay; last one though for a while." Bunzel motions to give him the cup and Trip does so. He puffs his cheeks out a bit and uses water gun into the two cups. He then offers the cup to him, but Trip isn't retrieving it like normal. Trip asks, "Is that your spit?" The Buizel giggles at that, surprised that he doesn't know about Pokemon moves like that, "Nah~. That's water gun. I can use water moves and you can use, um, whatever moves your types are." Trip replies, "Oh. Mom says I'm weed kitty. Can I use weed moves?" Neither of them knew what that meant, but Bunzel assumes, "Grass moves? Weeds are grass." Trip replies, "Yeah! Weed moves mrrreow~!" Bunzel tries to hand him the cup again and Trip the weed kitty accepts it this time.

It was then that the walls within his bladder started to inflate like a balloon, filled with warm Sprigatito urine. It's a numbing pain down there for Trip, but it also feels soothing at the same time. Either way, he wants to pee bad but doesn't know if he should. He puts his paws down there to massage his bladder, thinking it'll go away. Bunzel notices him acting strange, "You doing okay? Have to potty?" Trip replies, "Nah, I can hold..." The Buizel replies without thinking much if he can hold it or not, "Okay; the toilet is broken though." Trip thinks to himself, "Toilet broken? No bad potty?"

They hang out for a bit. Bunzel wants to ask him something he always asks his friends. "Hey, um, you wear diapers?" Trip knows exactly what diapers are, "Yeah but don't like to. Mom make me wear if I bad kitty." "Bad kitty?" questions Bunzel. "Yeah, when I get trouble. Like not pee in potty." Bunzel realizes then that the Sprigatito has some incontinence, which isn't surprising for a six year old. At first he thought it was normal for him to have an urge to pee, but it seems to be a common behavior for him. Trip asks while looking at Bunzel's very obvious diaper, "You wear diaper?" Bunzel knew he would ask that, "Yeah! For as far as I can remember. I can't hold it well, but I love them!" Trip tilts his head while looking a bit silly, "Out in public mrrreow?" "Yeah! I was caught wearing them at school so most of the town knows already. Was pretty stressful but I got over it." Trip responds, "Ah, okay." "If ye want to wear a diaper or need a change, let me know alright?" Trip nods his head but not in an excited manner.

They sit there for several minutes, chatting and enjoying each other's company. Their ceramic cups are empty of water. Bunzel takes the cups, offering to put them away. He says "I'm gonna put the cups away and then I'll look for something fun if you want~." Trip replies with a smile, but is thinking more about his bladder situation, "Okay diaper otter fren~." Trip feels like he's about to explode with an incoming piss-ridden disaster all over the couch. The soreness near his penis is pulsating but somewhat constant as the fluids go up the shaft of his penis. He feels a bit conflicted on whether to piss his pants on the couch bedding. As Bunzel goes into the hallway, not realizing that Trip is about to piss himself, Trip remembers that the bad potty is broken. And then he makes his choice, raising his back limb and pointing his small, barbed penis towards the floor that is covered with his shorts and undies on.

*PSSSSSSSSSsssssshhhhhh~* "Ahh~! Mrrrrreow~!" As trip blushes hard in a joyful pleasure, his kitty fluids come out as golden-yellow urine, hitting and splashing against the interior of his underwear. The center of the blast inside the underwear stains yellow as the stain expands in a circular direction. Some of that blast isn't caught and goes through the underwear entirely into the front of his shorts. *pssssssh~* When hitting the front of his shorts, it rolls back down towards the sides of his furry legs. The splash from the underwear, that doesn't go through the center, leaks out of the sides, pouring down the back of his shorts. As the pee starts to pour out of his pants, it starts to stain the couch cushioning he's sitting on, growing by inches per second. Some of his cat piss lands in his green, furry coat instead; traveling along and into his fur, giving his legs a fresh coat of Sprigatito piss. A very strong smell of mint surrounds the young kitten that spreads out throughout the room as well as embedding itself into Bunzel's couch. Trip's urination continues for at least a minute, probably longer. By the end of it, the cushion is completely soaked all over in his smelly mint pee, claiming it as his bounty and making it smell like Trip's pee forever. His piss flow crawls to a drip and then into a few droplets. When Trip is done soaking whatever is (un)lucky to be nearby him, he grabs the center of his shorts holding his barbed member inside and shakes the rest off. While doing so, he says "Ahh mrrreow~! Best couch potty~." He then proceeds to give his urine-covered paw a few licks to taste his wet deed, liking how it tastes and to think that he is cleaning himself up when he will never actually be a clean kitty; he will always be a piss-stained Sprigatito boy.

Bunzel comes back with a board game, a couple of beach towels and a couple of books. After he sees his couch destroyed with Trip grooming himself, he drops the books and the board game on the floor in a shocked horror. *psssh~* The sudden shock makes Bunzel pee himself a bit inside his diaper. He then yells, "Trip, no! Not the couch! Bad kitty!" Trip is alarmed, starting to generate tears in his eyes. He doesn't like being called a bad kitty because it's how his mom reacts to him. To Trip, it means it's time for a forced diaper change. When Bunzel comes to him, Trip starts to cry not wanting to get in serious trouble, "Wahhh!" He cries some waterworks that flow down his innocent kitty face. Bunzel examines damage to the couch while Trip cries for a few seconds for being a bad kitty, but the Buizel's mind rights itself and makes him care more for Trip's well-being than for the already-stained couch. Bunzel didn't want to make him cry; he wanted to tell him not to do it anymore. *sniffle* *sob* "There, there, it's okay," says the caring Buizel with a towel in his paw. He tilts Trip's head up with his paw, wiping the tears off Trip's eyes, "I'm not mad at you cutie." Trip is heard and seen choking the tears back, "S-Sprig... N-No diaper..." *sniffle* "I won't diaper you Trip, don't worry," says Bunzel. They have an emotional moment for some seconds while Trip stops the brakes on his tear-covered situation. "Y-You won't?" says Trip. "No, but don't pee on the couch again, okay?" Trip says while catching a breath to help with his stressful experience, "O-Okay…" A few more seconds pass until Bunzel feels his bladder aching too; but he knows he can't hold it as well as Trip can, even if Trip is a six year old incontinent Sprig boy. "Want a hug to make you feel better~? I need to pee too..." The Buizel knows he has to pee anyways and can't really control himself doing it, so he might as well do it in front of Trip. Bunzel drops the towel he has and offers his arms out, wanting to lift him off the couch. Trip feels better knowing that Bunzel has to pee too sometimes. He accepts, nods his head up and down and motions for Bunzel to grab him. Bunzel lifts him up and then sits on the other cushion on the couch that isn't (as badly) damaged. As his furry butt adds weight onto the couch cushioning, he sets Trip on the front of his diaper. Trip's legs are laying relaxed on Bunzel's diaper. The Buizel then softly holds him as they enjoy a tender, wet moment together.

*PSSSSSSSssshhhh~* "Bui~" says Bunzel as he closes his eyes and fills up his diaper with Buizel piss. His urine splashes against the diapered walls and flows downward onto his crotch. His pee is sucked in by the absorbent core of the diaper, making it expand in size as the diapered Buizel does his business. While Bunzel is more interested in helping Trip feel better, Trip is more interested in Bunzel's diaper even if he doesn't prefer wearing them himself. He sees the red-taped, paw-print patterned diaper expand in size. It feels nice and warm on his legs and he likes how the diaper is growing underneath him. Even with the strong stench of mint from himself, Trip can somewhat smell Bunzel's scent from within the diaper. It has a pine smell to it and Trip enjoys it, wagging his tail near Bunzel's size while gladly sniffing it all up. The tail alternates between hitting the back of the couch and against the side of Bunzel's body. After about forty to fifty seconds, Bunzel's stream turns into a drip and then droplets. Compared to Trip, he lets his pee roll off his member not bothering to touch it to get the remainder off. Trip, knowing his friend is finished peeing, does it for him though. He firmly squishes the front of Bunzel's diaper. "B-Bui!" reacts Bunzel as he opens his eyes, not expecting that against his penis. "Squishy diaper fren~" says Trip.

Bunzel laughs, "Heh, glad you like that~. Good kitty~." The Buizel shows his appreciation by rubbing the Sprigatito's damp fur with his paw. *brush~* *rub~* Trip allows Bunzel to give him a nice fur rub, but Bunzel continues to rub until he touches something flesh-like. As soon as he does so, the little one's member starts to get a bit erect. "S-Sprig!?" Bunzel rubs Trip's shaft up and down with his paw thumbs for a few seconds. "M-Mom says that private spot mrrreow..." Bunzel realizes what he's touching and replies, "Oh! My bad. Shouldn't be touching that." Trip replies, "It feel good though. Not sure if bad thing. B-But I'm okay and happy with you touching there." Bunzel replies, "Alright, as long as ye okay with it... Maybe we can explore it more next time?" Trip responds, "Sprig~."

They start to wrap up from their temporary hug together. Bunzel mentions, "Before we get off though, ye need to learn something." Trip tilts his head again, the same as he always does when confused or questioned, "Sprig~?" "Pee outside next time, not indoors. The toilet is broken but you can still pee outside." Trip replies, "Oh, outside..." Bunzel happily says, "Yeah! Pee outside, not on my couch." Trip responds, "Okay! Can I pee on plants too?" The Buizel thinks about that as certain plants can be dangerous, "It depends. What kind of plant?" "Cherrim plant fren~" "A plant friend? Aww," asks Bunzel, "What's your friend's name?" Trip then happily responds, "Erika, mrrreow~!" When Bunzel heard that, he knew something silly was going on with those two. Bunzel says, "Um... sure...", and then takes a small gulp in his throat, "I know her and didn't know that she liked that. Can ye tell me more~?"