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outrhunninkarma · 8 days ago

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poke and mickey can be a pair since theyre kinks match?

make poke change mickeys diaper 👀👀

I am not drawing that...

CW: ABDL, Piss, Kinda sexual

Character: Micky, Poke, etc

But I sure as hell can write it.

I read a Sherlock Holmes fanfic for this.

Heres a docs version if you wanna like... Idk, download it?

Ps, its better if you know what my Poke and Micky design looks like, for convinience sake.

ik Poke doesn't have a speaker thingy in the design i linked but that was made before I thought of it

╒══════╕ Start

It was a sunny afternoon for the construction crew. Just their ordinary routine of working, fixing and building things around Broomstowns and playing games with each other when they're on break or have nothing to do.

Despite the very few members of their group, it still seemed pretty lively on site with the current ball game that's been going on for the last couple minutes.

This game was like a tradition between them, almost every break must have a ball game. Even so, only one person will always refuse to play; Micky.

Micky was formerly the youngest of the whole bunch before their newest member — Tintin — moved to their town. Aside from that, Micky was never really good at playing ball. He couldn't throw, catch, he was pretty much a huge loser when it comes to games and sports with any kind of ball. But on the other hand, he’s really good at dodging them!

Oh, and, he wears diapers! Just needed to throw that out there. The whole crew knows, they don't care. (I couldn't think of where else to put this...)

During these daily ball games, you can spot him sitting on a makeshift bench they built — watching them play from afar. He was always the audience while the others played without him.

Though today was different, Poke decided to sit out on today's game, and so did Tintin.

Poke — the mute man who had a speaker (that he rarely uses) around his neck to speak — seemed to be looking at something far away that the others couldn't quite see from their perspective. They couldn't tell what Poke’s expression was.

On the other hand, Tintin — the new recruit — was reading comics by the bench that Micky would usually be seen at.

That didn't phase the others, what was really strange was that they didn't see Micky at his usual spot.

But that didn't stop the game from going on as normal and the game began.

…

Micky was still around the site area, he wasn't lost, bored or anything. He just… needed to deal with a problem. That bulging soggy diaper isn't gonna change itself, you know?

His steps had a slight waddle to it due the contents of the diaper keeping his legs apart. He thought it was annoying, very annoying. If he had this on or used it for any longer, he would've gotten a rash… or worse, a leak!

He shook off the thoughts and adjusted the bag he had on his shoulder and continued on his way. At least his waist bandana covers it up and makes the diaper less visible to others.

He was walking to his usual changing spot — a random tree that had a couple bushes surrounding it. The bushes had a gap in the middle that was enough to fit a person.

The area was perfect, someone else must've grown and tended it many years ago, but it seemed to have been abandoned by its past owner for a long time. So, Micky claimed that spot as his own, he even carved his name onto the tree so no one else would take this beautiful place from him.

It would've been easier if Micky just changed at the porta potties on the site. But it was pretty cramped and he didn't really like it that much. He's lucky that he found an unclaimed spot that he can go to as he pleases.

Despite there being more risk of getting found than the porta potties. But at the same time, it's also more private than a porta potty.

Unfortunately, whenever he tries to go change at the tree, one of his co-workers always ends up catching him before he could leave and they end up using that wretched porta potty.

He arrived at the tree and put his bag down. He came down to his knees and rummaged through his bag and took out a towel that he was about to lay out when he heard the sound of a click which made him jolt in surprise.

“What the hell-!?” Micky exclaimed in confusion as he turned around to see…

“Poke!?”

“W-What're you doing here!?” Micky asked, his face tinted with red from embarrassment, “Weren't you playing ball with the others!?”

The click that Micky heard just now was the sound of Poke activating his neck speaker.

“I decided not to. I saw you running off.” He said through the speaker — squatting down to Micky's level, “It's pretty obvious why you're here, so why not let me change you?” He offers.

Micky's face went from slight blush to beet red in an instant,

“WHAT!? I-! Poke! You- You don't have to!” He stammers, usually Poke wouldn't say a word and he'd still understand, but with the speaker, it embarrasses Micky even more.

“I know I don't have to, but I want to. Don't be so stubborn,” Poke sighs.

“Hell no!” Micky refuses and turns his attention to the towel in his hand and lays it on the grass — making Poke stand and move over so Micky could adjust the towel,

“I never understood why you and the rest of the crew always offer to change me! I-its embarrassing…! I can do it on my own!” He huffs, his cheeks still obviously red.

Micky wants to say yes, he really does. He loves it when people offer him a change, but his pride won't let him show that. But his body language surely makes his true feelings obvious.

“N-now… Go away! I need privacy!” He says as takes off his shoes and sets aside his hard hat to sit on the towel.

“I'm not going anywhere, Mick,” Poke says, sitting on the grass beside Micky.

“Not until you let me change you,” he continues.

Micky groans, his pride still not budging,

“No! No way in hell will I let you d-” his sentence was cut short when Poke pinned Micky down — His back on the towel and his hands restrained above him.

“P-Poke!? What the hell!?” Micky exclaims as he squirms under Poke in an attempt to escape.

“You're lying to me, Mick.” Poke says,

“Me and the crew have changed you many times, with me changing you the most. We've not only gone through this ritual way too many times before, but also have our own ways to get you to succumb to this. I know your body like the back of my hand by now.” Poke leans his neck closer to Micky’s ear, as his speaker whispers,

“I know you like this, Mick. It's not like little boys like you can do this kind of thing on your own, right?”

Micky let out a whimper at those words, he's heard those same words multiple times before, yet he always melts whenever he hears it.

“A poor, delicate thing like you can't do adult stuff…” Poke chuckles, now facing Micky eye to eye, “So let me take care of you. Okay, dear?” He says in a soft tone as he loosens his grip on Micky's wrist.

Micky didn't say anything and nodded, letting his body relax.

Poke then lets go of Micky's wrists and grabs Micky's bag, rummaging through it while Micky just watches him take out what is needed: a clean diaper, a plastic bag, wet wipes and powder.

“Hey, Poke. Can you… Be quick?” Micky asks, looking away from Poke and covering his face with his hands.

Poke chuckles from his speaker as he unties Micky's waist bandana,

“Why are you in such a rush, Mick?” He questions,

“We have to get back to th-”

“Shhh…” Poke hushes, cutting Micky off while lifting Micky's shirt up a bit to unbuckle his belt,

“We've done all the work today.” He assures him.

“But-”

“No ‘buts’! That's final.” Poke sternly says as he pulls down Micky's pants, revealing the very soggy diaper between his legs… And knee high cat socks that Micky claims to ‘not wear.’

The sight of it made Poke laugh,

“Pft- My god, Micky.. I've changed you a couple times before, but seeing you wear these socks will always make me laugh!”

Micky clicked his tongue at the comment, still not making eye contact but moving his hands from his face to grip the bandana on his neck.

Poke stops laughing and raises Micky’s legs to rest it on his shoulders.

He then gently takes hold of the tapes on the diaper. He carefully untaped it and was immediately struck by not only a faint but noticeable scent, but the disgusting mess that was obviously the source of the smell.

“Pee-yew!” Poke jokingly says through the speaker with a teasing tone before pinching his nose.

With the diaper now off, Micky winces from the cool air that hits his skin and instinctively tries to close his legs when he notices that his most vulnerable area was slightly hard from when Poke pinned him down a couple minutes ago.

Poke snickers at this, to which Micky covers his face with his hands and curses at himself for even getting the littlest bit excited at this.

“Someone seems eager for a change,” Poke teases,

“Ah! I forgot to ask you to do this before I took off your diaper!” He exclaims,

“But it's no problem… You definitely know what I'm talking about, Mick.. I ask you to do this every time I change you.”

Micky — still covering his face — thought about it for a while, then it hit him;

“YOU WANT ME TO WHAT!?” He yells, immediately removing his hands from his face and lifting himself up a bit with his elbows. He's lucky that no one's ever around here.

Usually — when Poke changes him — before he actually takes off the diaper, Poke would make Micky ‘empty himself’ so that he wouldn't immediately mess the clean one.

But since it's already off — but still under him — Poke’s pretty much asking him to ‘empty himself' right then and there.

“No! No way! This thing can't hold anything more!” Micky protests, but Poke won't take no as an answer.

“I know it can't, but it'd be such a waste if you ruin a new diaper that fast, right?” Poke coos, “Come on, Mick. Just let go… I know you're dying for relief… That's why you want me to change you fast, right?” He says as his speaker's voice tone becomes as caring as a mother. He gently pushes Micky back down on the towel.

Even with Poke's soft words, Micky still was too embarrassed.

Yes, he needed to pee. No, he didn't want to do it right in front of Poke. But yes, he has fantasized about something like this before. Micky then sighed and spoke up:

“D-Doing it while it's still on is one thing, and doing it while I'm… completely bare… is another!”

“Well, is that so? I've seen your cute lower half many times before.” Poke comments,

“Hey! It's not cute, you weirdo!”

“Okay, fine fine… But seriously, just do it, Mick. The diaper’s drying up from being open for so long..”

Micky clicks his tongue, “Fine! But don't you dare tell Bruner about this!”

“Hah, I would never, Mick.”

Micky took a few seconds to muster up the courage and used one of his hands to push his dick down to aim at the diaper. He steadied his breathing and relaxed as a stream of piss came out of him.

The sound of it hitting the diaper was faint, and the diaper’s been out enough for it to be able to absorb a bit more.

As the stream died down, Micky instantly regretted it.

It was embarrassing — relieving — but still embarrassing. Especially since Poke was watching every second of it. He wanted to jump off a cliff right then and there.

“Such a well behaved boy,” Poke praised, lifting Micky's bottom by his knee to take the used diaper.

“You’ve been doing so well for me the whole time… I'm so proud of you.” He says as he puts Micky down and disposes of the diaper by putting it in a plastic bag.

“Oh shut up, Poke…! You're just making my ‘problem’ worse…” Micky said, trying to cover his obvious boner with his hands.

Poke sees this and shakes his head, he then prevents him from trying to hide himself,

“It’s a normal reaction, I don't mind. We're both men. I also wouldn't be able to clean you properly if you hid it.”

Micky sighed, Poke had a point, so he gave up and let Poke clean him, letting his hands rest on his stomach.

Poke then took a wet wipe and proceeded to gently wipe Micky down, this made Micky’s breath hitch and flinch from the coolness and the arousal that still lingered in him. But… It also made him feel safe to be taken care of.

…

After what felt like forever, Poke was done wiping and took the clean diaper.

Micky watched as Poke lifted his bottom up once more to slide the fresh, clean diaper under him before setting him down on it. Micky

Poke then took the powder and applied a generous amount onto him and spread it evenly around his lower half before putting the diaper on.

Poke took his time securing the tapes into place and making sure Micky was comfortable.

“All done,” Poke said as he reached for his neck speaker, turning it off.

Micky sat up, still a bit red. He thanks Poke and they both stand.

Micky gets his clothes and Poke cleans up the changing area and puts everything back into the bag.

…

The two of them were walking back to the site, no words were exchanged on the way back.

When they eventually got there, Micky spoke up,

“Hey… Poke, thanks again.” He quietly says, facing the other direction out of embarrassment.

Poke made a brushing off sign with his hands, it meant that ‘it was nothing, and was just helping out a junior.’

“Oh come on, Poke. You're only 4 years older than me. You're acting as if I'm a clueless child!” Micky jokes as he leaves Poke’s side to head towards the bench when….

SMACK!

A pretty hard slap landed on Micky's ass that made him stumble forward a bit.

The sound of it echoed through the air like a gunshot, and Micky looked over his shoulder to see…

…

Bruner slowly backing up while grinning, “I see you're all clean~!”

He teased, still backing up, preparing to get chased.

Everyone else looked in their direction, knowing what's gonna happen next.

Micky turned to face Bruner and dropped his bag on the ground.

And that's Bruner’s cue to run. Micky looks like he’s ready to pounce,

“BRUNER IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!!!”

╚══════╝ End

My 3 days of torture is over, I didn't even tell the gc I was making this 😭