When bodies bound to touch all sorts of solid ground make touch and texture an omnipresent part of life, I’d imagine Ground-types to be kind of toddlers who deem their diapers groundbreaking for giving them more than a touch of textures  touching on their sense of touch. From soft, to squishy, to firm, to lumpy, and perhaps to even grainy if such kids decide to think outside the box and fill their diapers with what’s in the sandbox, no doubt they’d enjoy the constantly shifting textures provided by their poofy and crinkly garments.


Still yet to shift away from the subject of shifting, when their diapers are what bear the burdens of their bowels shifting like tectonic plates, when the first [b]PFFFFFT![/b]s and [b]FRRRRRRT![/b]s are like the P-waves preceding the tremors putting the [b]BOOM![/b] in boom boom, those munchkins making stinkies of mixed magnitudes would love how said messes they make are similar in structure and sequence to earthquakes. So too would all those loads dropped let Ground-types enjoy the aftershocks when their sagging diaper goes [i]SHAKE!…SHAKE!…SHAKE![/i] with every step they take, making them teeter and wobble like they’re in the midst of a magnitude 9 and giving them shaky sensations ensuring a swell time.


But, dig a little deeper, and you’ll realize those types of tykes would have reason to dislike diapers, and not just because those thick and crinkly garments could cause them to get stuck in the holes they like to dig. After all, when Ground-types would rather stay, y’know, grounded, they’d eventually get tired of caregivers constantly lifting their feet off the ground for every trip to the changing table.