“I can totally fly, my grandpa was a golden chocobo! Here, I’ll show you!” Ace boasts.
*The smol chocobo flaps his arms, raising off the ground easily!… But you soon hear the tell tale signs of imminent messy diaper, the smolcobo blushes as his diaper droops down below him. His flight is soon restrained to a few inches off the ground*
“W-Well I’m j-just not used to extra weight suddenly!!” the chocobo blushes, his flapping slowing down as he lands on his droopy rear with a nice smursh. Later in the evening he meekly asks you for a change after his face stops blushing from his messy setback.