Pokemon Reborn: Cheer Routine

In one of the many open rooms of the Belrose Mansion Laura sat on a couch, one leg crossed over the other as she looked on at the pair in front of her with amusement. They’d practically dragged her into the parlor, with Julia bouncing excitedly.

She wasn’t sure how the energetic electric-type gym leader had convinced Amaria, her aquatic counterpart, to don her old cheer uniform, but it seemed the pair had a routine ready for her. With pom-poms in hand they started waving the tasseled ornaments about while shouting out instructions.

“Gimme a D!” Julia said.

“D!” Laura replied enthusiastically, enjoying the opportunity to play along.

“G-Gimme an I!” Amaria said, obviously having more trouble with the routine than the energetic Julia.

“I!” Laura yelled, pumping her fist to encourage the teal-haired cheerleader.

Julia picked up the pace, alternating a wave of each pom-pom in front of her. “Gimme an A-P-E-R. What’s that spell?”

“Diaper!” Laura giggled, watching as both girls pulled off a high kick in unison. The motion caused both skirts to flip up, revealing the bulbous white padding underneath and giving Laura a clear view of their shiny, plastic-shelled nappies.

She was impressed, imagining that that move must have been difficult with all that bulk between their thighs. From what she could see though it didn’t seem to hamper Julia in the slightest, the bouncy girl threw up several more high kicks with a smile on her face and determination in her eyes.

Amaria however wasn’t having as easy of a time. Her first kick had been strong, but the following ones faltered and it was clear she was having some trouble. “Are her muscles sore?” Laura wondered, suddenly getting worried for the girl and wishing she could give her a leg massage tso she wouldn’t end up harming herself.

Amaria, being a gifted swimmer and powerful athlete, was of course having no such trouble. Her feeling of discomfort was higher up and more internal than Laura could know. Her bladder was screaming for release, begging to empty into the pristine padding around her waist.

“Why did I let Julia talk me into this?” she wondered as she did a spin turn, each little hop jostling the contents of her bladder more and more, causing the stored liquid to slosh inside her uncomfortably. “Not only did I agree to hold it for this routine, something she knows I have a hard time doing, but four coffees beforehand? That’s too much. I’m going to pee enough to fill a pool at this rate.”

She did another bouncy pom-pom wave, groaning slightly as the strain on her bladder was tested. A quick look at Julia showed that she wasn’t having the same issues. Her smile and energy were, for lack of a better word, electrifying.

That didn’t mean she wasn’t having troubles of her own, just that she was a professional and could grin through the intense churning of her stomach. Getting through the cheer was the most important thing to her; showing mommy Laura her best moves and every routine was better with a partner, especially one as skilled as Amaria.

She didn’t pay much attention to the water-type gym leader’s demeanor or the height of her kicks as she was too preoccupied making sure hers were perfect and preparing herself for what was coming to be the big finish.

Julia wasn’t actually sure how long she herself could stop herself from filling her pants. The natural laxative effect from her six coffee drinks was making it hard to hold back the inevitable tide of mush building up in her stomach.

She jumped, leaning her upper body forward and throwing both legs out at once. Below her the rounded form of her padding stuck out, providing a cushion in case she failed the move, but Julia knew she wouldn’t. Her time in the air, those few brief seconds, felt endless to her. At the apex of her jump it was as if time froze.

She only came back to reality when gravity took hold again, pulling her down. She dropped her legs beneath her landing with her arms in the air and the pom-poms shaking.

Amaria had done the same but the scrunched look on her face told Julia it was time to finish the routine. She too was at the edge of her ability to keep her diaper clean.

Laura, who was thoroughly enjoying the show clapped at the impressive jump, then watched in shock as in unison the pair each did a handspring with a half-turn added in.

This placed them just a few inches from her on the couch. Julia looked back and winked. The diapered cheerleaders did a half-somersault forward, landing a foot away from Julia with their bottoms up in the air, leaving their skirts to slide down and their diapers on full display.

Laura’s initial reaction was to jump up and see if they were okay, thinking it was a failed stunt. When the sighs of relief escaped Amaria’s mouth and her diaper started to swell, a gradual creeping yellow taking over the white padding, she understood what they were doing. Julia’s end performance was much less elegant, but what it lacked in class it made up for in explosive volume.

Loud flatulence emanated from her bottom in between grunts and moans of enjoyment. She was obviously straining, working her body harder than any cheer routine could. The back of her diaper tented outward, the inner padding turning darker as she packed her pamper. While Amaria’s diaper swelled with liquid, Julia’s drooped, sagging to contain the mass of mucky mush deposited within.

The duo’s pants-filling finale lasted uninterrupted for almost a minute, ending with both girls panting heavily and Laura enthusiastically clapping. “Good job girls!” she praised, lifting herself off the couch and approaching them. She cupped the back of Julia’s diaper and the crotch of Amaria’s, feeling the weight of their deposits.

“Well,” she said, smiling to the pair as they looked back, “I think that’s earned a bath and a change, don’t you think?”