Chapter #6Toxel's a giant baby. What else did you expect? by: sneakyk   (Giant baby pokemon pred)
Who would have thought that you would find yourself looking up at a baby (Pokemon or otherwise) with outright terror. But that is exactly the situation you have found yourself in. You cower under the candy wrapper for just a moment before realizing that you might be able to turn this situation into an advantage. The Pokemon might a giant baby... but it is still a baby. As a grown-up, you are an authority figure.
Doing your best to hide your fear, you crawl out form under the candy wrapper stand up straight and approach the Toxel with feigned confidence worthy of someone pretending to be a professional adventurer. The Pokemon's head turns to track your movements, and he gazes at you with an expression of dull surprise, as if seeing you emerge from under the wrapper confirmed its suspicions. Only mildly deterred by the scrutiny the giant Pokemon is paying you, you speak up.
"Hello there! I am a little grown-up. It is NICE meeting you. I am going to sit here and sleep, if that is ok. " You say, speaking slowly, clearly, your voice carrying a mix of parental sweetness and confidence befitting an elder. "Toxel Ta...?" The Pokemon replies, tilting his head, his thoughts remaining inscrutable as he observes you. You step closer, feeling a chill pass down your spine as you close in on the Toxel. You speak once more, and for a moment, you begin to believe that the giant Pokemon might prove to be a powerful ally. "Thank you, little guy. I promise I won't...aghhh!"
THUD.
The Toxel's grubby hand grabs smashes upon you, dragging you against the dirt for a moment before coiling around you. The baby pokemon brings you before his face
"H... hey there. Be careful with me. Hey. If we become friends, I could help you get snacks. And I could help wake you up when you take a nap. " You say.
The Toxel considers your words and replies by squeezing you tightly until you squeak. He laughs.
"You sure are strong. Strong people should protect weak people, so...you...should..."
The Toxel considers your words and begins to fumble with your arms and legs and sniff at your body. His eyes sparkle and his mouth begins to water as he smells the scent of delicious candy.
"Now... wait! Wait! I am not food! Please don't eat me please don't..."
The Toxel considers your words and brings you before his mouth. He opens wide and shoves you in face first, suckling on you as if you were a pacifier. His stomach begins to rumble ominously, a terrifying biological sound that means one of two things... that you are about to get eaten, or the creature is very full. You can only hope it is the latter. Just when you think you are about to get devoured he pulls you out and looks at your newly damp form
You look at the giant cub with a meek expression on your face. Perhaps your attempts at diplomacy have succeeded? The Toxel silently scoots forward, away from the tree, your body still in his curled grip. He shakes you up and down, a ' mild ' current of electricity flowing through your body, before his motions stop and he lowers you down to the ground, your body still dizzy from the shaking.
Except, the Toxel doesn't let go of you. Just when you think he is about to lower you down, he moves his hand behind his back. For what reason, you cannot be sure. Perhaps he means yo drop you behind him and give you cover? But he does not drop you. Instead, he lowers his spare hand down towards his waist. You see one of his fingers disappear just above his tail.
Then you notice it. The Toxel appears to have opened up a pouch located by its backside. It dawns on you that the bright pink coloration of the Toxel's rump is no coincidence. It appears to be a garment of some sort. Wait. A garment worn around the rump of a baby...
A DIAPER!
And you're being held right over it!
You attempt to speak, but before you can respond Toxel does as any baby would with a toy that's too interesting to throw away but not immediately edible. He stuffs you deep into the back of his diaper, situating you beneath his tail, before allowing the waistband to SNAP shut. Panic begins to set in as you realize the severity of the situation. You scream and beg for him to let you out. You hear only muffled thuds in response. Thuds and the listless groans of another tiny person immediately to your side.
The Toxel gets to his feet, allowing you to fall down into the gap between his cheeks, then turns and stomps back to the tree, wobbling unevenly as he makes his way back. Arriving at the tree, he spins around and smashes his butt down onto the grass once more, mildly happy to have acquired another tiny person for later.
At this point, you have been captured by a predator and have no viable path to escape. You can assume you are already dead, if you want. What follows is not for the faint of heart or the queasy of stomach. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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