    The Adventures of Diaper Sam

    Part 1: In the Beginning

    	Sam Shapiro was eight years old. He may have been a
    little older in some respects, such as intelligence, but a
    little younger in others. At the age of five his moronic
    cousin Eddie had pressured Sam to climb a tree in his
    backyard and then shoved Sam out. He lost bladder control,
    and since he was in diapers all the time and used them both
    ways anyway, he now had no bowel control.
    	His best friend was also a diaper wearer. Tate Tandolar
    had opened Sam up to a world of diaper enjoyment through
    diaper stories from the Internet, drawing their own comics,
    and indulging in "little boy" pleasures like bottles and
    toddler toys.
    	One day, Sam went over Tate's house to find his friend
    in his room, absorbing yet another diaper story. Sam noted
    it was actually a comic book. "Wow, it's a diaper comic!!
    Where'd you get that, Tate?" Sam asked, overflowing with
    excitement after seeing the colorful drawings and the diaper
    content. "I joined an online club that sends you stuff like
    that! I got some others too, but this one is the best!!
    Diaper Maaan!! Daa da da duun!"
    	Sam was intrigued at the idea. "Diaper Man, huh? Is he
    some kinda diaper wearing superhero?" "Yeah, he protects
    innocent diaper wearers from torment by using diapers on
    them!" "We could use one of those," Sam sighed. "Ever since
    my stupid cousin Eddie told the whole school, I don't think
    we'll ever hear the end of it..."
    	Tate agreed wholeheartedly. "Heck with Superman, we
    sure could use some protection for more real-life
    situations."
    	For the rest of the afternoon the boys played some
    Super Nintendo and went on the Internet to find diaper
    pictures. At around six o'clock, Sam headed home for dinner
    and a change, as he was never comfortable with the idea of
    getting changed by Tate's mom.
    	That night, after Sam's mother, father, and siblings
    were asleep, Sam found himself unloading a giant dump into
    his diaper. "Damn!" he whispered. "Looks like I have no
    choice but to change myself..." He cracked open a box full
    of cloth diapers in his closet. He grabbed a diaper and
    unfolded it to put it on. Then he noticed something odd: The
    diaper he had in his hand was softly glowing light blue.
    	"Cool!" he thought, and put it on anyway. Sam was
    surprised to find that, despite that fact that it was 11
    p.m. and seconds a ago he had been very tired, he now felt
    energized. Powerful. Ready to conquer. "Conquer what?" he
    mused aloud. All of a sudden, something within him
    activated, like some sort of sixth sense, telling him that
    somewhere, an innocent boy was being tormented because of
    his need to wear diapers. Before he knew it, Sam started to
    float. "Whoa!" Sam effortlessly soared across the room.
    "Hey, y'know what..."
    	The glowing diaper pinned to his posterior was
    identical to the one he had seen in Tate's comic book. And
    he remembered that Diaper Man's amazing ability to locate
    young boys in need of assistance because they are teased
    about their need or desire to wear diapers. And any halfway
    decent superhero could fly.
    	"All right! Looks like there may be hope for
    antagonized diaper wearers everywhere. Since Diaper Man
    wouldn't be a very original moniker, how bout I become
    Diaper Sam?" The prospect sounded wonderful to Sam. Time to
    strike a blow for freedom! But right then, for Sam, it was
    time to sleep.
    	Since the next day was Saturday, Sam had time to do
    what he wanted. And as soon as he woke up, he realized that
    somehow, the glowing diaper had stayed clean! "Side effect?"
    Sam wondered. His six sense was going off like crazy, and he
    knew it was time to start saving kids from teasing. But
    first he needed a costume. First he put on a regular white
    diaper, followed by his Sunflash the Mace footed pajamas. He
    put the glowing diaper on the outside. "There!" said Sam.
    "That way, I still have the powers, I can proudly sport the
    diapers I love, and still have the pleasure of using them!"
    	In the absence of a better cape substitute, Sam tied a
    red bath towel about his neck and flew off to the place his
    abilities were directing him to.
    	He was at a regular living room. He hid behind to the
    couch and saw a poor little boy, age five or six, sitting in
    front of the TV wearing nothing but a T-shirt and some
    *thick* diapers. A bigger kid, maybe ten or eleven, sat
    there making fun of the poor diapered boy. Sam knew he had
    to act now. He flew out from behind the couch. "Halt!" The
    bigger kid turned. "Who the hell are you, you diaper wearing
    FREAK?" Sam used his diaper vision power to see the big
    boy's feelings about diapers. After finding what he needed,
    Sam smirked at him triumphant. "Diaper wearers are freaks,
    huh? Do you feel that way about yourself when you wear YOUR
    diapers to bed?" Sam then, using his unique P-Bolts, was
    able to make the ten-year-old kid wet his pants. He ran off
    in embarrassment.
    	"Gosh, you made him stop teasing me! Who are you?" the
    little boy asked in awe.
    	"I am DIAPER SAM, protector of all the boys out there
    that wear diapers!" Sam replied, trying to sound like other
    superheroes did. "Oh, cool! Can I have your autograph, Mr.
    Diaper Sam?" "No, just call me Diaper Sam, my friend. And
    how about instead of an autograph, I give you THIS?" Sam
    asked, offering the boy a pacifier with "DS" emblazoned on
    it. He graciously accepted. "I'd love to stay and chat with
    you," said Sam, "but now I have to get home before my mom
    gets worried!"
    	"Thanks again, Diaper Sam!!" the kid called as Sam
    soared off, leaving a streak of light blue across the sky.
    	When Sam got home he shed his costume and changed his
    inner diaper. Then laid down in his crib to take a nap.
    Crime fighting was hard work, and his first job had made him
    very tired.