Cynthia's Audit

All characters over 18 years of age.

There is NO pokemon sex in this series.

This part is more to the point, thanks to anyone still reading!

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Chapter 5

Morning had worn on in Undella Town, although Cynthia would have no way of knowing. The blonde-haired woman sat in a room with no windows and no clocks. Her only connection to the outside world a Rotom phone that wasn't even hers. She had spent the last two hours thinking of scenarios in her head, all starring her helpless Dean and his mother, Sammy. Thoughts of quiet evenings, day trips, and fun floated though her mind. "I never knew I wanted this kind of life until now. A partner--a family...it's the only thing I can think about right now. I just want to wrap this little one up and keep him safe. And Sammy--I just want to wrap her in my arms. Heh! How did I get here?" Cynthia asked herself.

The question brought back a flurry of memories of the past couple days, but one particular memory caused a pit in the pokémon champion's stomach. "It was my ghost-pokémon that incapacitated Dean. If Sammy finds out, she'll never trust me. I have to--" Cynthia's conscious thought trailed off as she instinctively jumped to her feet. She donned her shoes and ran out of Dean's room at the Pokémon Center. She said nothing as she passed the puzzled young women at the front of the store and exited. Her long legs, still clad in lightning bolt leggings, took impressive stride after stride down the road.

With her brisk pace she had arrived back at her villa in less than 5 minutes. She threw the door open and went straight to her study in the back. In a moment, she was bent over rifling through her belongings in the back of the room. Her toned buttocks poking up in the air, changing from one beautiful shape to another as she moved through all her items. The lightning bolts on the seat of her pants stretched to accommodate her firm bottom.

Before long she rose again with six pokéballs in her arms, all of various colors and makes. As if an automaton on mission, the champion left the way she came with the same brisk pace. Cynthia flew through the front door of the Pokémon Center with such quickness that she pulled a small breeze with her, the morning air now hitting the two tired young women at the front.

"Oh! We were worried you left your boy with us for good when you ran out that fast!" The pink-haired Dina said. "What have you got there?"

"Of course not." Cynthia said, again annoyed at Dina. The idea of abandoning her new charge put the champion into a bit of a huff. "I want these pokémon stored in my PC account. I won't be needing them for the near future."

"All of your party? Nobody does that..." Dina said confused. "Won't you want at least one for protection?"

"No, just store them under my account. Here, I'm authorizing now." Cynthia responded curtly as she placed her finger on the identification pad at the desk. A subdued chime emitted from the computer as her account was accessed. Cynthia had no time to argue with Dina over the this, she just wanted evidence of her ghost-pokémon out of her villa. With any luck, Dean won't remember the accident and Sammy will be none-the-wiser.

"Well, alright..." The obviously fatigued Dina said. "It says you're a regional champion, your override is acceptable. I'll just take those pokéball then." The pink-haired woman grabbed the six balls and arranged them on a tray and then put them in a device. As the machine hummed and powered up, she looked up again at Cynthia. "I suppose scary monsters like these and little boys like Dean don't mix. It must be so hard being champion and a mom. Especially raising a boy with Dean's little problem..." Dina said this last part with her index finger and thumb pinching the air with almost no space between them.

"Well..." Cynthia uttered not knowing where to start. Unlike before, being called Dean's mom almost didn't register with her as being incorrect. Instead, she didn't like Dina's glib comments about her ward's micropenis, as her protective feelings for the young man continued to grow. Although if Cynthia were being honest, her array of monsters and little Dean did seem like a mismatch. Picturing Dean trying to command her ferocious Garchomp, with only his short, skinny penis poking out between his legs was a bit laughable. High-level pokémon would never take orders from a trainer if they knew about a short-coming like that. "That will be all." Cynthia said tersely, coming out of her train of thought.

"Wa-wait! One more thing!" The blue-haired Kim chimed in from over at the shop desk. "Dina should have told you a few hours ago, but the automated system recommends your son can be discharged at any time. He's stable and just needs rest, which he can do at home."

"Oh..." Cynthia uttered. She had truly been living minute-to-minute up until this point, and had not really made a plan. This was good news she thought, but she really didn't know how to care for little ones, although this "little one" was 19-years-old. "I think I need to buy some--er that is, I'm going to need supplies...you know for his accidents and to keep him comfy..." The champion again sounded intimidated, totally unlike her usual self.

"We actually do have a lot of that stuff. It doesn't really get bought. I mean--it's been in the back for years. This is a vacation town; all people buy are bathing suits and beach toys. Do you know what you need?" Kim asked innocently.

"I...um...I'm not sure." Cynthia said with a furrowed brow. The champion was totally out of her element and embarrassed to show it. "I need to think about it."

"We have package rentals if you want. I've never done it before, but there's a guy in town who can deliver it all and set it up for you. What stuff do you have already?" Kim asked.

"Nothing..." Cynthia said now with tears welling in her eyes. Despite not being anyone's actual mother, she felt intense guilt and humiliation at not being prepared to care for Dean. Having to admit it in front of the two young women just enhanced her embarrassment.

"Oh, no no. Don't cry! I'll just sign you up for the deluxe care package. I'll call our guy and he'll go set it up for you now. It will all be done in an hour or two. I'll just charge it to the league card on file. You just rest. Let me take care of this." The blue-haired Kim said sweetly. Cynthia calmed at the kind gesture and took a few deep breaths. "What villa are you in? I'll send him over as soon as possible. Our delivery guy has got to be awake by now." Kim inquired after the short pause.

"Villa #4" Cynthia said softly. Despite all that was going on, she did realize that this would be another suspicious charge on her League expense sheet, but she couldn't bring herself to deprive her new "son" of anything. Without more conversation, the drained champion walked back to Dean's room to collect herself and wait for discharge.

Another few hours passed before Cynthia found herself at the front door to her villa. Dean was behind her in a stretcher being carried by two chansey paramedics. She opened the unlocked door and stepped inside. The two nurse pokémon carried her charge up the stairs behind her. Without hesitation the champion opened the door to Dean's guest room, which was now outfitted with the complete care package. As the door squeaked open, the two creatures carried Dean into the room while Cynthia stood in awe of her newly appointed surroundings.

All the furniture that had been there before was now removed--to where Cynthia had no idea. There was now a twin-sized bed with pink sheets in the center of the room, with the headboard against the back wall. Against the two other walls were many sorts of pink items, tables, and chests. Stacked in the corners were all manner of hygiene supplies and even what seemed like clothing. The once sparsely decorated walls were now covered in childish posters of smiling oddish and clefairy. The rustic room that Cynthia had known just two days ago had now been transformed into an extremely well-equipped nursery. The two chansey walked out without acknowledgement as Cynthia picked up a note that had been left on top of the chest. She read it to herself.

"Hello and thank you for your rental of the deluxe care transformation package. Sorry for all the pink, but that was the only color we had. Since your son is rather tall we provided all sizes of equipment we were able to, even up to adult. The extra equipment is no extra charge. We hope your son feels better. All the best: Kim."

"Wow, okay." Cynthia said to herself as she took in the room again. After another glance she stared at the chestnut-haired young man with his head resting on the pink pillow. He was peacefully slumbering in his newly fitted bed, the pink blanket rising and falling with his breaths. Cythnia's admiring was soon interrupted by the low sound of vibration. She quickly pulled Dean's phone from his belongings and stared at the screen. Among many missed alarm alerts was a message that read: "There's a lot of people waiting for ferries, I may get to you later than I thought." It was from Dean's "mom" contact profile.

Cynthia felt a small pang of disappointment knowing she would probably have to wait longer to see her long-lost Sammy. The thought was interrupted, however, by another vibration on Dean's phone. Another alarm alert had come, making it four that had been missed by Dean's new caretaker. "Oh, no, I should have been checking him for a while now!" Cynthia said to herself having remembered her duties. In a flash she was standing over the small man and removing the pink blanket.

Dean lay there clad in only the diaper Cynthia had wrapped him in hours before, although it looked quite different to her. Instead of the white garment she had applied during the night, it was now much larger, yellowish, and had small signs of moisture at the leg holes. Dean turned his head and grimaced as the cool air hit his body once the blanket was removed. "Ma...mommy...I...accident" he softly groaned out, his eyes still closed.

"Oh poor baby!" Cynthia let out in a concerned tone. Without preparing she ripped the sides of the pamper and pulled the now weighty front open and down. Cynthia's 19-year-old ward lay totally exposed, still grimacing. His soft moaning distracted her from her task, surprised at any sound from him. Dean's once limp arms now stirred and moved with an unexpected quickness.

"N-n-no...don't look. P-p-p-please don't look..." the chestnut-haired young man managed to say, although it was clear he had no idea where he was or what was going on. His hands had now covered his crotch before Cynthia was able see the damage. She placed her cool hands on his and attempted to move them to the side, but there was no budging. Dean continued to grimace.

"You have to stop covering so I can clean up your tinkle, sweetie." Cynthia said firmly, but with a sympathetic tone.

"Don't let other boys...see my..." Dean said, face still twisted slightly. Both his hands were still cupped over his genitals, signs of moisture evident all around. Cynthia winced at how much embarrassment the young man seemed to be displaying, as if reliving a bad memory. "Tell them...I-I-I'm still grow...It'll get b-b-bigger s-soon, right mommy?" The naked little clerk managed to utter softly, obviously in a dream-like state. Cynthia's face softened as she heard the pathetic plea from the 19-year-old boy she had come to care for so much.

"Oh, yes, sweetie. Of course." She fibbed. "Let mommy just get you clean now, though. I have to wipe up your Deanie peenie." Using the pet name she had learned just hours ago caused Dean to drop his hands to the side--as if a magic password had been spoken. Cynthia could finally see how a few hours' worth of negligence had affected her charge.

Still glistening from being in a wet diaper for so long, Dean's very small penis pointed straight into the air. Any miniscule shaft he might have possessed was now just reduced to mere wrinkles around his glans. In addition, what was already a small pouch of a scrotum seemed to almost be absorbed into the body--with just wrinkly section denoting its existence. The young man's skinny pink head seemed to almost defiantly poke out from his pubis, as if fighting the pull of his body. The result at least showed Dean was male, but in no way was it a triumphant display.

Cynthia stared at one extreme end of anatomy for several moments, before conscious thought returned. She realized she had assembled nothing to care for the accident-prone little clerk before completely exposing him. She looked all about the room again and found a large chest of supplies--those that had just been delivered. She found wipes, fresh diapers, and even some baby-powder. With her new items ready, she returned to the pitiful display between Dean's legs. With a sigh, she began wiping.

Cynthia's POV:

This little peepee is very troublesome. A very small penis has very, very small nooks and crannies to clean. He has some real work to do in the potty-training department, as far as I'm concerned. I wonder when he'll get the hang of it. I know it took his mother a long time, but not like this. Oh, well he is very cute...

Wait! I've just been accepting this wetting thing as coming with the territory--because the territory is extremely small and baby-like! But he's not really a kid! Are tiny, micropenises more likely to wet all the time? Even on adults? Maybe his mom's been babying him too much, because of...certain similarities. I know Sammy's a good person, but maybe she's too soft on him. I'VE been treating him like a little one instinctively, and I'm not even his mom.

Oh...and when he asked if he was still "growing?" I wanted to cry right there. That had to have been a real question he asked at some point. I wonder when or what Sammy told him. He's obviously stuck as a little boy between the legs. I CAN see wanting to spoil and protect him, I felt so bad even thinking of other men, or God forbid women, seeing his little winky. I remember what I was like when I was his age...

Narrative:

Cynthia raised her eyebrows and realized she had been wiping Dean's small phallus and scrotum for far longer than necessary, distracted by her thoughts. The small appendage continued to point straight into the air, but seemed slightly less wrinkled and a little firmer. The champion gave this minute change no notice as she opened the clean diaper and grabbed the powder. Remembering the young man's semi-responsive state, she said firmly "raise your hips." Nothing happened until she said it a third time, but then Dean raised himself with only a slight push from his new caretaker. The last task of pouring talcum powder on his privates was one Cynthia had no experience in, demonstrated by the copious amounts dropped. Before closing the pamper, the blonde woman snickered at Dean's now totally white penis, resembling a blueberry covered in powdered sugar.

Ready to move on to other tasks, Cynthia stood to walk out of the room. Her egress was halted by a chattering sound that puzzled her for half-a-moment. She soon realized the young man was shivering, having been almost totally naked since the night before. "I suppose I should dress him..." she thought to herself as she looked at his belongings bag. The only clothes Dean had brought were formal and business-casual attire--neither of which seemed appropriate for the kind of care and cleaning he was going to need on a regular basis. With her mind made up, she tossed Dean's wardrobe aside and began looking through the supplies that were provided earlier today.

Before long she found some shirts she could at least cover his top half with, although they were all childish in some way or another. She eventually donned Dean in a powder blue shirt with a Squirtle doing a water-gun technique on it. "His Deanie peenie has definitely mastered that attack..." Cynthia tittered to herself. With her ward tucked in and no longer shivering, the tall, lean woman was finally able to leave the newly assembled nursery.

The woman moved about her villa trying to catch up on all the work and chores she had missed, as the day had worn into the mid-afternoon by this point. Moving about the home in a sort of controlled-mania, she quickly tidied-up all the normal and abnormal mess that had come from the prior day. Eventually that whirlwind brought the champion-turned-mommy to the upstairs bathroom--just a door over from Dean's quarters. She made only a cursory glance around the large bathroom and something caught her eye.

The still-open toilet bowl revealed a seat that was absolutely caked in dried urine! The white floor tile revealed similar missed quantities about the foot of the commode. It was as if someone was trying to water a flower bed rather than making a serious attempt at aiming anywhere. The statuesque woman sighed and stood staring at the mess before her.

Cynthia's POV

I know Sammy had warned me about Dean peeing on the seat, but I assumed she was just exaggerating! I would expect this amount of mess from a drunken woman or something, but not from a boy...Well, I suppose Dean and a woman have functionally the same amount of penis so...Oh, that's mean! But I really think I could do better standing up than he did here. I mean really...I suppose I COULD prove it...

Narrative:

A devilish smile began to curl on Cynthia's face as she locked the door to the bathroom. In a flash she rolled her black and yellow leggings down her long, toned legs--her panties making the same journey after. In a moment, she stood before the toilet in only a shirt and her sneakers, her bottom and privates totally exposed. The fluorescent light danced among her curly, blonde pubic hairs--it was as if the light twinkled as it bounced off of them. Her firm buttock wiggled from side to side in anticipation like a cat ready to pounce.

"Okay..." She muttered softly to herself as her long slender fingers moved down to her vulva. She grazed her tight slit as she positioned three fingers about the area. The beauty made a small grunt as she thrust her hips forward and slouched her back, looking like a backwards "S" from her side. Soon the sound of falling water came as Cynthia's "experiment" had begun. She monitored her stream closely, pulling and pushing her vagina with her fingers as needed. A few errant drops flecked her inner thigh, but otherwise the powerful stream seemed to obey its master. Despite her concentration in performing the act, the lithe woman still felt the hallmark wave of relief in emptying her bladder. As quick as it had started, she had completed her task with aplomb.

After the final squirts were released, Cynthia returned to her normal posture and surveyed the area. Like a teacher marking a book report, her eyes scanned the toilet and floor for mistakes and wayward pees. She did have to mark herself down for a drop that fell to the floor as she stood there--a rookie mistake not to wipe. All said and done, however, the difference between the two performances was stark. Cynthia seemed like a promising cadet, where as Dean would have flunked right out. "Deanie peenies just have to sit I guess." She said in a self-satisfied tone as she flushed away her victory.

The statuesque woman walked downstairs after cleaning the bathroom, her genitalia still totally uncovered. The beach villa was rather drafty in the fall, but the cool air moving about her sex felt liberating. The past two days had been a period of stress and new challenges, so much so that they had seemingly changed Cynthia. She had been a closed-off, high-strung, clean-freak when her current guest had knocked on her door. Now, however, she seemed adapted to her new mission. Her heart was open to her new ward and she was oddly more relaxed than she had for a long time, in spite of the circumstances. Whereas the old Cynthia would have continued washing and donned a proper home outfit, this new person merely plopped herself on her bed, still bottomless.