Adventures at Diaper Island

Summary: A young boy finds a transport to a place where people can wear diapers all they want without fear of being mistreated. But it's not a paradise, as the powerful Underwearian Empire is on a nearby island, a violent group of people bent on destroying the Diaper Island.

The Story. . .

Chapter 1: Moving

"Mom! Where is my suitcase?" Young Timmy was searching through his closet looking for the one item that seemed to elude him: his suitcase. He didn't really want to find it, because he didn't want to move! He always promised his friends that he would never move, and now he was throwing his life away for some stupid job! He sighed as a pile of clothes yielded nothing. Oh, it's not like his father was doing this out of spite. Timmy knew that the job his dad had was a dead-end job that wouldn't allow him to enjoy the finer things in life, but man, why did he wait to tell them only a week before they moved? Timmy didn't think he would meet other nine-year-old boys like him in the city they were moving to. In the town they lived in Timmy had several good friends that would never desert him. Now he was deserting them! "It's not fair!" Timmy said as he tossed another pile of clothes aside. But he could do nothing about it.

He dug around some more, and then ran into his most prized possession: a black safe, about two feet in height with a real combination lock on it. His parents said it was for records and money, but Timmy knew it contained something else, something his parents would kill him for if they found out about it. Timmy closed his eyes and sighed as he thought about the Pampers size Six and baby wipes that were in there.

He wouldn't dare put one on during the day, but at night he would stay up until his parents were asleep and open the safe. He had a little trouble getting the tabs fastened, but when he got them on he was in heaven! He would feel so secure and comfortable, and when he relaxed enough, he'd wet his diaper and just lay there. Then he'd go grab another one and some wipes, open up the wet diaper, wipe himself off, then fasten up the new diaper. He never dared to poop in them; the smell might’ve alerted his parents. After he finished he would go outside(his room was on the lower floor next to the back door) and stuff the old diaper into a trash bag. It was messy, but it got the job done. He would then come back into the house and either take off the diaper(the re-fasten-able tabs came in handy here) or he would simply sleep in it, as his parents usually didn't have to wake him up for school, and wet himself in the morning.

But as he opened his eyes and the dream evaporated, he realized that he didn't know what the new house looked like, where his room would be located, or how he would stash his dirty diapers if he couldn't get to the back door and to the trash cans. It was a predicament, but he just shook off the feeling of nervousness and went back to searching for his suitcase. "Timmy! Here's your valise!" his mother called. "Okay, mom!" He called back, and he walked out of his closet, making sure to cover up the safe.

The house they got was huge! There were three stories in this one, with five bedrooms, two baths, a dining area, and a half basement. Timmy was astounded! And there were two doors underneath the carport in the back. He hoped that one of them led to a bedroom. The real estate agent jabbered on about the electrical wiring, the plumbing, the insulation, and everything else that home-buyers cared about, but Timmy didn't care. All he cared about was that the room he was getting was the room that connected to the door in the back! He would have full access to the trash, and since the master bedroom was at the top of the house and behind the carport's overhang, he could sneak out at night without being caught by his parents! It was perfect! His parents signed the deal, and Timmy was in the diaper-lover's dream house. . .or so he thought.

The day was sultry. Timmy got home from school that day with drenched clothing from the humidity in the air. Man he thought, as soon as I get in I'm going to dry off and put on a diaper! His parents were out that day and should be gone for several hours, since they had gone to a city over an hour away to go shopping for new furniture, appliances, and groceries; he would have plenty of time to pee in a diaper and dispose of it before they returned. Timmy walked into the back door to find his parents standing there with stern looks on their faces. Timmy panicked: Could they know about that fight I had today? Earlier that day Timmy had punched Jules Miller in the face for calling him names, but the teachers supposedly didn't know about it. How could his parents know about that? Then it hit him: his mother was going to renew his life-insurance, and when she got the papers she would put them in a safe place. . .his safe! "Timmy, we want to talk to you, right now!" Oh please, please be about the fight! Timmy's father was the one to speak, "Timmy, your mother went to put some documents in your safe, and guess what she found?" He held out three Pampers and the box of wipes. "Timmy, tell me right now why these were in your room." Timmy looked at the ground. What could he say? "I don't know. . .I-I like them!"

"Like them?! Since when does a boy like to wear diapers, especially a boy your age? These things are for babies!"

"I know, dad."

His father took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "Son, I want to make this clear, I'm not mad at you, just a little disappointed. We thought we were raising a boy who wanted to be mature, not revert back to being a baby! I'm going to suspend your allowance for the time being. I don't want to find any more diapers or baby products in this house again. Do you understand?"

Timmy just stood there with a resigned look on his face. "Yes, sir"

Chapter 2: The diaper and the hole

Three months.

Three months of not having a diaper to pee in or a garbage bag to throw it out in, to coin a phrase. Timmy was getting depressed over not having his diapers. His diapers. He had loved the sound of that. But now he could never wear diapers again for as long as he lived. He had tried different ways of making his own diapers: wearing lots of underwear, trash-bag and paper towels, and at least five other ways of making diapers before he gave up. Nothing compared to the soft, inviting feeling that a Pamper gave him when he wrapped one around his butt. He missed the warm feeling a freshly wet diaper gave him, and that soothing feeling that wipes would give him when he cleaned himself up. But now he didn't have any of that. Just school, school, school. This particular day at school he had started to say the word "diaper" instead of "diner" during the reading session at his school, and that did nothing to alleviate his feelings of depression. Timmy shook his head as he walked up the driveway and into his room door. He entered his room and threw his book-bag on the bed and lied down. Man, I wish I was wearing a diaper right now!

He got up and decided to dig around in the closet for his game-boy. It was a decent-sized closet that was just tall enough for him to walk into. He pushed and prodded his way into the back of the closet. There were boxes in there that had been left closed since the move, and he was in no mood to search every last one of them.

Suddenly, he spotted something. Something white, rectangular, and about a half-inch thick lying in the corner of the closet, behind an air conduit. When he got there, he discovered that it was a diaper! His heart raced as he grabbed it and veritably tore his way out of the closet. He stood outside his closet and stared at the plastic goodness in the palms of his hands: a real diaper! As he examined it graciously, he noticed something curious about it: on the back it had a brand name, but one he'd never heard of before. DLP Diapers. "Huh" He then went back into the closet to search for more clues as to where the diaper had come from. He looked all around the area where the diaper was located, but could not find anything besides dust.

Then he noticed a tiny metallic glint on the wall. It was tiny, about 1/16 inches in diameter, and was a small dome. There was also another one about three feet horizontally from that one. Timmy decided that they might tell him something if he touched them(and he wanted to see what they felt like), so he pressed his finger against the tiny metal device. He felt a strange electrical sensation and pulled his finger off the tiny stud. Then he touched at the other one. It had no charge. He wondered what would happen if he put his fingers on both of the studs at the same time.

This time, there was a definite reaction: the wall vanished before his eyes! In surprise, he pulled his hands away from the wall, and the optical illusion returned. He wondered what could be down there, so he reached up and touched the electrified studs again. He saw a sign hanging over the tube that read "Turboshaft car" in big red letters. The tunnel had a shallow enough angle that Timmy figured he could climb it if he had to get back, so he decided to give it a try. He shoved the diaper under his left arm, said a quick prayer, then slid down the tunnel.

He landed at the bottom with a thud, and when he got up he saw before him a sleek-looking vehicle that was about 15 feet long and painted baby-blue. A guard stood nearby. Timmy asked "Where does that go?"

"To Diaper Island, of course."

Timmy did a double-take. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, you heard me correctly. Diaper Island. You might want to put on that diaper you're carrying before you go."

"Oh, okay. Uhm, do you mind . . .?"

The guard nodded and turned around. Timmy looked around to make sure no-one else was staring, and lied down on the metal floor. He shucked his pants and underwear and taped up the diaper. It was thick, thicker than he remembered Pampers ever being, and was very comfortable.

After he got his pants back on, he said "How long does it take to get to Diaper IsIsland? I don't want to be gone too long."

"You shouldn't worry about that. The gate you came through has a time-stopping device on it's exit. You'll never age and your parents will never know you are gone." Timmy nodded his approval. "If you're ready, I'll start up the turbocar and you can be on your way. If you need changing, just alert the onboard computer. It'll give you a new diaper and some wipes." Timmy eagerly climbed aboard the sleek vessel. The seat was comfy, and he could see that it was reclinable all the way to the floor. He presumed that was to facilitate changing. As he was examining all this the door closed with the guard saying "Enjoy your ride!"

When the door closed, the lights in the anteroom went dark and the track illuminated itself. It seemed to stretch forever. Then the car accelerated. Not like the slow acceleration of a normal car, but that of a Ferrari on steroids! Timmy was pressed against the back of his seat, with the craft moving faster and faster. Soon he was going through water. "I guess I'm in the ocean." he said. He then looked around him, for the track tunnel was clear and very deep into the water. He watched other tracks join his tube as other routes merged into one giant underwater superhighway. As he was marveling in all the grandeur of this place, he felt a warm sensation in his diaper. He unzipped his pants and looked at his soiled diaper; it had a dark yellow spot spreading all over the front. He watched with interest, for it was the first diaper wetting he'd had in a while. After he finished he punched the call button on the computer. "Affirmative"

"Can you give me a new diaper?"

"Affirmative" it said and a small door opened up on the control panel and a fresh diaper and some wipes popped out. "This is the life!" he said as he prepared to change himself.

After he rolled up the wet diaper and tossed it into the reclamator, he saw his destination: a grand island, with cities, skyscrapers and all manner of cars roaming to an fro across the plains. And in the middle of it all was a giant statue of a diaper. "I'm definitely going to like it here!"

Chapter 3: Couche’ City

The car pulled into a station similar to the one at his house. Timmy stepped out of the car a surveyed his surroundings. He guessed that he was somewhere in the ocean, though he wasn't sure which one, hundreds of miles from shore. All along the perimeter of the island was a huge metal ring that glowed at the top, with a large transparent dome coming up from it. Timmy thought to himself that it must be some kind of a barrier, but he couldn't guess what it was for. He walked up to a sign that pointed to his right that read "Couche’ City: this way". "If I'm going to meet anybody, that city's gonna be my best chance." Timmy started walking down the road the sign pointed to.

After about twenty minutes of walking we came upon a large city, with several towers and turrets surrounding its limits. A large gate terminated the road he was waking on. As he approached the gate, a guard wearing the same uniform as the one in the station said "Answer: are you wearing a diaper?" Timmy wondered if it was a trick question, but as the guard was also holding a large, futuristic rifle, he dared not ridicule his question. "Yes, I'm wearing one." He then unzipped his pants and revealed the white plastic beneath. The guard bowed his head briefly and said, "You may enter."

Timmy stepped through the huge wooden gates to find one of the most beautiful cities ever constructed by man. The towers and skyscrapers were elegantly carved from stone and metals, and the houses were no less impressive. There were thousands of residents in this city, and each one was either wearing a diaper, or had prominently bulging pants. Timmy noticed that there were only boys in this city, which struck him as odd; after all, weren't the guards adults? But then he remembered that the guards didn't wear diapers. There was no bulge under their uniforms, nor was there white plastic peeking over their pants or a crinkling noise to be heard. He decided that only children were the ones wearing diapers around here, and only boys at that. For some reason, he felt a tremendous sense of relief.

As he was pondering this, a boy who looked to be about twelve with brown hair in a bowl-haircut and baby-blue eyes walked over to him. "Hi! I'm Danny. Who are you?"

Timmy was surprised at his gregariousness, but he answered, "I'm Timmy."

"Glad to meet you, Timmy. Are you new here?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. I'll show you around town and give you a tour if you want." Timmy thought this was a good idea and started following Danny around town.

As he walked around, he noticed several buildings weren't as beautifully designed and were more bland. He asked about them. "Oh, those? They're changing buildings. You can buy diapers inside on credit and change yourself. Or you can hire a changer to help you."

"Neat. I've never been changed by someone before."

Danny laughed. "It sure beats the heck out of doing it yourself!" As they walked, a thought occurred to Timmy. "What do you do with all the dirty diapers? Don't they start to stink after a while?"

"No, we simply burn them. The fires heat water and the steam drives a generator for electricity. The smoke is then turned to ashes, re-burnt, and any smoke left over from that is made into fertilizer for food."

"Cool!"

They walked into the capitol building of the city. The building itself was of gigantic proportions, with a giant white domed roof, columns, and the giant diaper statue that Timmy saw from the supercar. Danny led him to the main office and asked to see the leader of Diaper-Island, Travis. After receiving permission, they walked to the turbolift car and it took them straight to Travis' office. Inside, Timmy saw lots of toys and things that he would like to play with himself, some weapons(kid-sized, of course), and Travis himself. The boy was about the same size and age as Danny and wore a light blue shirt, a diaper underneath, and a self-satisfied smirk. He didn't wear shoes, but the entire office was carpeted. "Sit down, guys." Danny sat down on one of the chairs facing the desk, and Timmy did the same. "Who're you?" said Travis. "I'm Timmy. Uh, your diaper's wet." Indeed, there was a large yellow stain on the front of Travis' diaper. He smiled. "I know. I like 'em wet. Are you gonna stay here for a while?" Timmy nodded. "Then you're going to have to find a place to stay. Danny, I want you to find Timmy a house. A good one. And he'll need clothes. I don't think you need pants here though, Tim."

All of the sudden a klaxon blared from outside. The smile on Travis' face was instantly replaced by a worried look. He pressed a hidden button on his desk. "Scramble the jets! Launch countermeasures and activate the main defense guns!" Timmy was worried. "What's going on?"

"We're being attacked."

Chapter 4: The first battle.

Timmy was stunned. "Attacked?! By who?"

"The Underwearian Empire. I don't have time to explain it now. Can you fly?"

"I've played X-wing and Warbirds."

"That's good enough. Danny will take you to the launch bay. You'll fly one of our fighters." Danny grabbed his arm. "Let's go. Hurry!"

They ran to a building containing several small cars, each painted baby blue with numbers. On top was a siren and two red lights: a police car! "Joey, we need one of your rides!" Joey, a kid with blonde hair and a clean diaper, said "Sure!" Danny and Timmy both piled into the vehicle and sped off towards the fighter bay. The trip wasn't that long, and pretty soon Timmy was staring at one of the sleekest fighters he'd ever laid eyes on.

It was long and slender, with a sharp nose, twin machine guns, and a pair of missile racks concealed beneath the radar-invisible hull. The wings were very interesting to Timmy: they were not delta-shaped or straight. Instead they curved around the main body and on the front ends were two jet engines. The rear of the aircraft had a pair of elevators and rudders. "She's called the L-16 Stinger". The person talking was the flight engineer, Kenny, whose diaper was a light blue color, and like many others around him, was wet through and through. Timmy nodded, and then was given some rudimentary instructions, and his flight helmet and flightsuit

Kenny then said "What's your callsign?" Timmy had never thought about that one, but decided that Diaper-Boy would fit in perfectly. "Okay. Just make sure you tell the other guys." Timmy nodded, then boarded his jet. The controls were very simple since most of the flying was done by computer. Timmy pushed the launch button and the craft started driving itself onto the runway. After the onboard computer determined that the systems were all primed for take-off, the two giant engines lit and the fighter was slung forward at incredible speeds, and when it reached the end of the runway the elevators tilted and pushed the stylistic fighter into the sky and the battle ahead.

The battle was intense. About a dozen of the sleek Diaper-fighters were engaging the black, hard-edged Underwearian fighters, CT-37s as they were called. Timmy's fighter danced to his controls as he dodged missiles, rockets, and bullets meant to bring his fighter down. He wasn't too worried because the entire cockpit would eject, and according to Kenny would withstand several direct hits from missiles. Over the intercom, one of the newbie pilots whined "My diaper's wet!" The flight leader yelled, "Stay with it, Blankie! Mine, is too!"

Timmy saw an enemy fighter drift into his forward gun-sights and opened fire. The enemy fighter started belching smoke and plummeted to the ocean below at fatalistic speeds. As it fell and Timmy climbed to start another attack run, he observed the enemy fighters. They were of one type: a black, hard-edged design with two stubby wings full of missile pods. The front end housed a bubble canopy and eight machine gun ports. The rest of the fighter was dominated by a huge single engine and two rudder-vators.

Timmy swooped down and engaged another one of the deadly machines on the tail of one of the Diaper-pilots. He pulled hard on his trigger, sending bullets flying towards the menacing fighter. A fire ignited inside the engine and the fighter's fuel cells detonated, sending shards flying everywhere. "Thanks, Diaper-Boy!"

"No problem. . ." he checked his IFF screen. ". . .Pull-up".

The fight continued, with several black enemy fighters going down over the ocean. No sooner had Timmy hung up on Pull-up than he saw and heard several bullets fly past his cockpit. He turned around to see a black object chasing him, machine guns blazing. Timmy banked hard to the right, but the enemy fighter pilot just kept right up there with him. He juked, dove, climbed, and tried every trick he new, but he still couldn't shake the other fighter. Several times a burst of machine gun fire or a missile would fly past his canopy, but miraculously none of them ever struck home. As he was about to try a loop-de-loop to evade his pursuer, a blast wave hit his fighter. He turned around to see a ball of flame where the CT-37 once was and a Stinger fighter swoop down around the blast. "Watch your six, Diaper-Boy!" It was the flight leader, Crawler. "Thanks!" Timmy swung his fighter around to engage another enemy fighter. This time his target was dead ahead, coming right at him! He pulled on the trigger, sending bullets at the other ship with enough force to rip right through the other craft. As Timmy pulled away he was rewarded with the sight of the fighter exploding.

As the minutes ticked by, it was clear the Diaper Island pilots were winning. Timmy thought the enemy must have realized this, for they all pulled away and headed for home. A few of the Diaper-Island pilots fired a few passing shots, but all of them let the Underwearians go. "Is everybody here?" the flight leader asked. All the pilots, including Timmy, all called in. "Great, no losses today. Let's go home!" Timmy was glad to hear those words, for he was anxious to ask Danny exactly why the Underwearians wanted to kill the Diaper-Lovers so much. But not before he changed his wet diaper. . . .

Chapter 5: The History of Diaper Island

As soon as Timmy changed out of his flightsuit and messy diaper he looked for Danny and when he found him he asked him what all this was about.

Danny decided to tell him about the history of Diaper Island.

About fifteen years ago normal-time a little boy started to like diapers, and since he was born into a rich family he bought an island and told all his diaper-loving friends that they could live on the island. He also put in several time-shifters so that the boys on the island couldn't age and time would never pass inside the Island's borders.

The boys on Diaper Island had a wonderful time, living their diaper-dreams in complete harmony and secrecy from the rest of the world. They could roam the streets in nothing but their soggy diapers, change each other, and do any babyish thing they wanted.

Unfortunately, all was not a paradise, for there was a neighboring island. This island didn't have anybody living on it in the beginning, but one of the meaner boys decided to tell his parents, and they tried to buy off the paradise island from the diaper-boys, but they wouldn't sell. The adults, who never told anyone about their desires to own something that(thanks to an invisibility shield) could not be seen, then started their own little endeavor to form an Empire out of that neighboring island, a base from which to launch attacks on Diaper-Island. They never picked out a name for themselves, but the diaper lovers had one: the Underwearian Empire. Fortunately, not all adults were that mean. Some adults decided to defect and were assigned positions as guards around the cities.

After the first attack, the kids knew they would need some help with the UE, so they enlisted the help of the founder of the island, and he provided planes and the equipment needed to maintain them. The Diaper Kids had been at war with the Underwearian Empire ever since.

"Wow!" Timmy said.

"I know, it's pretty cool how we can fly planes and stuff, right? Even with a wet, leaky diaper, I can turn loops around any UE plane!"

Timmy said, "Yeah! Man you guys have a great life here!"

"We sure do. Hey, do you need a place to stay tonight? I got a nice house, and you can sleep over if you wanna!"

Timmy was overjoyed at this and promptly said "Yes!"

Danny's house wasn't much, but it had lots of toys and games and cool things to play with. He liked Star Wars, like Timmy, and they ran through the house, chasing each other with Danny's X-wings and TIE Fighters. Timmy had the X-Wing and Danny held the TIE Fighter. "Pew-pew-pew!" said Danny, as he 'shot' Timmy's X-wing. Timmy dodged, and fired off some shots of his own. "I'm the best!" "No you're not!" said Danny, and he crashed his TIE fighter into Timmy's X-wing. "Boom! You're dead!" "Oh yeah?!" Timmy tackled Danny onto the couch and wrestled him onto the ground. Despite Danny's apparent age of twelve, he wasn't as strong as Timmy, but he was faster. He ended up pinning Timmy to the floor. Timmy though wasn’t out of tricks, and immediately started tickling Danny. He tickled the older boy for a good five minutes before he noticed a faint smell of pee.

"Uh-oh!" said Danny. "I think I wet my diaper!" He sat up and looked. Sure enough, the center was all dark yellow and sagging. "Can you change me?" he whined. "Uhm. . .okay." Timmy wasn't sure he wanted to change another boy's diaper, but since he asked. . . "My diaper supplies are in the closet."

Timmy went and got the supplies: a fresh diaper for Danny, some powder, and some wipes. Danny lied down on the carpet and spread his legs apart. Timmy reached over, grasped hold of the tapes, and ripped them open. He then folded down the diaper's front and rolled it up. Then he took the wipes and wiped Danny up and down with them. "Oooh, that feels good!" Timmy looked up and saw Danny smiling. "Keep going!" Timmy finished wiping Danny and then grabbed the powder, sprinkling it all over Danny's crotch, making sure he got some every place that would be covered by Danny's diaper. Then he unfolded the new diaper, spreading the backside and sliding it under Danny's raised bottom. "You can put your butt down now." Danny lowered his hind end onto the diaper's rear and relaxed. After it was on the diaper, Timmy pulled up the front and taped the sides in place.

Danny stood up, his new diaper crinkling. He turned around, examining the job Timmy did. "You’re pretty good at changing a guy's diaper!"

Timmy just laughed as he said, "Thanks! I've never done it before, but it's pretty cool. You won't mind changing my diaper when it's wet, will you?"

"Nope!"

They play for a couple more hours, then changed each other before bed. Timmy got into bed with Danny. "You know, it'll be bad if this turns out to be a dream."

"I'm not a dream." said Danny tiredly.

"I know, but what if it's a dream for me, and I wake up and you're not here!"

"I don't know. Go to sleep."

Timmy was tired, so he laid his head down, and in a few minutes he was off to sleep, dreaming about diapers, Danny, and Diaper IsIsland. . .

Chapter 6: More of Couche' City

Timmy woke beside Danny. He was a little tired, but he was awake enough to be curious about whether Danny had wet himself last night. He opened up the covers. Danny was facing him, so it was easy for Timmy to see that he was completely soaked. Timmy then looked down at his own diaper. It too was soaked! This worried Timmy. If he went back home and wet his pants, his parents would kill him, or worse. . .ground him for three weeks! As he was thinking this, Danny stirred and blinked. "Hey."

"Danny, I wet the bed!"

"You got a diaper on."

Timmy was frantic at this point. "I know, but what if I wet my bed at home?! My parents will kill me!"

Danny smiled. "Don't worry about it. There are smells in the diapers that make you relax and wet the diaper automatically. You're fine." He got up and changed himself. "I'm hungry. Let's go get some breakfast." After Timmy changed his wet diaper they both went into the kitchen and made cereal: Timmy had Froot Loops and Danny had Apple Jacks. After they finished their meal Danny said, "You probably need to go get you some diapers. I know a place where you can try them out if you want." "Cool! That'd be really neat!" Danny put the dishes into the dishwasher and led Timmy downtown. Since everything in Couche' City is connected by a tram, they used that to get to the department stores.

As they debarked the tram Danny said "This is the place." A small store with the words "Diaper-Dave's Store" written above it was before them. Danny led Timmy inside and showed him around. All around the store were racks of diapers out of their packages. The brand name was written above each rack along with the size: Pampers, Luvs, Huggies, Dri-Ones, White-Cloud, and lots of others were available to choose from. Davie, the store keeper, walked up in his white button-up and clean Pampers size-6. Timmy thought he looked kind of cute in nothing but a button-up and diaper.

"Hi, Danny!"

"Hi! I don't need any diapers right now, but I thought you might be able to help my friend."

"Okay. What kind of diaper do you want?"

"I don't know, can I just look at them?"

"Sure! You have to put it on if you open it, though."

"M'kay." Timmy's eyes darted around the store. He was so excited! He walked around, picking up each kind of diaper, looking it over, feeling it, smelling it, and taking everything in about the diapers. He said, "Can I put one of these over my diaper?" "Yeah", said Davie.

Timmy was really happy as he opened one of the diapers, wrapped it around his other diaper, and fastened the tapes. He was in heaven; he loved the way the diaper was so thick that he couldn't walk but waddle. He walked a few steps, experimenting. He touched his private area, and a shiver went up and down his spine. The two diapers together was so wonderful!

"I think I want a bunch of these!"

"Okay, that's five dollars, or do you wanna be a diaper changer?"

"I think I'll just give you five dollars."

Davie went to his computer and put in five dollars from Timmy's bank account on Diaper-Island. The night before, Danny had set up an account, and after the diaper changes he had put in lot's of play money into it.

They both walked out of the store, Danny beaming and Timmy staring and smiling at the thought of all those diapers! “Y’know Timmy, sometimes I like to wear them double like that too. It’s so cool.”

Timmy just smiled. “I know! It’s like heaven!”

“Definitely! Hey, you wanna go play in the playground? There’s a slide, a jungle-gym, and everything!”

“All-right!”

They both raced to the nearest park and started playing. Timmy got on the monkey bars and Danny started swinging in the tire-swing, his fluffy white diaper puffing out on his butt. Timmy’s own diaper was warming up and he just hung there letting the wetness sooth him. He closed his eyes and just soaked in the feeling of his wet diaper, no pun intended. Suddenly he was smacked on his bare leg by another boy. “Tag! You’re it!” Timmy dropped off the monkey bars and started running after the guy who’d tagged him. The other boy was about ten, with brown hair, brown eyes, and was very boyish-looking. His diaper was also dirty, as Timmy noticed that the back was stained brown; he had an excellent view. He finally reached the other boy and tagged him in the back. The other boy shouted and then began to chase after Timmy. This went on for a solid hour before Timmy and the boy both collapsed, exhausted. “Hey. . .that was. . .pretty good!” Timmy was out of breath.

“Yeah. . .it was!”

“Hey. . .what’s your name?”

“It’s Jeremy! And that’s my brother Joshua.” He pointed to another boy Timmy’s own age playing in the sand, his clean diaper sagging on his butt.

“So when did you get into diapers?” Timmy said.

“When I was just a kid my parents kept me and my brother in diapers until we were like, five. I loved being in diapers and loved the feeling of being wet and dirty. We both wore Luvs diapers back then. Anyway, suddenly my dad said that I needed to be potty-trained because I was gonna start school next year and they didn’t like kids being in diapers in school, which I think is pretty stupid. Well a couple years after that a guy that my parents knew asked if he could babysit us for the weekend. My parents said yes, so Friday we went over to his house. That evening he took us to his room and said ‘Hey, do you guys remember when you used to wear diapers?’ I said yeah, and he asked us if we liked them. I said they were cool, and he asked if we wanted to wear them again. I said sure and he pulled out a couple of Luvs and asked if we wanted him to diaper us or if we wanted to do it ourselves. I said I wanted him to do it, so he diapered me. I got to stay in diapers all weekend! It was so great! When we ran out of Luvs he took us to the store to buy some more, while we wore our last pairs to the store. I picked Pampers but Josh wanted Huggies. Anyway we went home and the rest of the weekend we stayed in diapers, me in my new Pampers and Josh in his Huggies. We traded, but I stayed with my brand. So how did you get started?”

“I don’t know. I- Uh-oh! I think I just. . .pooped! I better go get changed. You wanna come with me?”

“Yeah, okay. My diaper needs to be changed before I get diaper rash!”

“Where are you guys going?” said Danny.

“We both need to get our diapers changed. We’re both dirty!”

“I need mine changed too. I’m just wet, though.”

Together they went to the changing station and slipped into fresh diapers. As they were walking out of the changing station the alert klaxons blared. “We better get to our fighters! We’re under attack again!” Timmy, Jeremy, and Danny all raced to the hangar, anxious to get into their fighters and thwart the up-coming attack.

Chapter 7: Captured!

Timmy, Danny, and the other pilots raced to their sleek fighters as the air around them filled with the sounds of jets. The UE ships were back, and there were more of them than Timmy remembered from the last attack. He eased the throttle forward and climbed into the midst of a pitched battle. The larger CT-37 fighters may have been slower and sluggish, but they were also much more heavily armed. Timmy frantically wove his tiny fighter out of a tight barrage of enemy bullets and dove toward the surface. As he did so he saw a CT-37 closing on one of the DL pilots, raining showers of bullets at him. Timmy closed in on the black jet and opened fire. An explosion engulfed the UE jet and it slowly fell, impacting the Island with bone-jarring force. As Timmy pulled back up he noticed a strange phenomena: the UE ships were slowing, but surely, forcing the DL fighters over the ocean and toward the UE island!

Timmy was suddenly jolted back to reality as another hail of gunfire streamed around his cockpit. He was so busy fighting the UE fighters that he didn’t even think to report his finding. After several intense minutes of combat, he looked down and saw, not the familiar territory of Diaper Island, but the cold, forbidding soil of the Underwearian Empire. He juked around as his cockpit lit up with flashes of weapon discharges and suddenly his ship shuddered. He frantically checked his readouts and saw that the number two engine was completely shredded off the starboard wingtip! His plane now tended to list to the right, forcing Timmy to nudge the stick to the left. As he was worrying about how he would make it back to base, another hail of fire caught his tail, sending him spiraling down to earth.

Timmy had enough presence of mind to eject from his doomed fighter, and pulled the ejector lever, sending himself and his ejection seat hurtling out of the cockpit, and not a moment too soon. As soon as he was clear of the fighter it exploded in a ball of brilliant orange light. The explosion threw pieces of the fighter into the surrounding air, and one of them shredded Timmy’s parachute. He started rapidly plummeting to the surface. . .

Timmy woke with a start and looked about. He had landed somewhere on the enemy island, but where he couldn’t tell. He looked at his ejection seat, and realized that it too had survived the crash-Islanding, but it wouldn’t be of any use to him. He got up and checked his diaper. He wasn’t surprised to find himself wet. He looked around and found a reasonably flat area to change himself on. He lied down and reached into his flight vest. There were three emergency diapers in it, and Timmy grabbed one and unfolded it. The rich aroma of the perfume on the Pamper was soothing and very pleasant in this unforgiving landscape. Timmy ripped open the tapes on his dirty diaper and pulled it off. He then took some wipes from his vest and wiped himself clean with them, and then slid the fresh diaper under his bottom and pulled up the front. He then applied the tapes and stood up.

As he stood he wondered what would happen to him if he were caught by the enemy’s stormtroopers. The thought was accompanied by a shiver that ran down his spine: if they were as aggressive as the pilots, he was as good as dead, or worse! Timmy checked over his ejection seat and found a pack of rations, a flashlight, and other survival items that he’d need for the trek to shore. “I’d better get started” he thought.

The journey across the Island was exhausting. Timmy more than once had to sit down and rest, and only a minute or two. Couldn’t afford to rest long. Eventually he found himself sitting on a rock somewhere in the middle of the Island, though he couldn’t say where exactly. He pulled out a snack from the rations kit and started chewing on it. He was surprised to find out how good it tasted, as most MREs his military uncle had let him eat tasted like cardboard. As he was finishing his ration, he heard some movement in the bushes, and the next thing he knew a dart had flow out and struck him in the arm, sending him into the depths of unconsciousness. . .

As his head cleared, Timmy opened his eyes. He was in a cold grey room, with a single overhead light. He looked down and saw that his vest had been removed, and most shocking and horrifying of all, his diaper was replaced by a pair of white underwear! His eyes bugged out at that sight, and he felt like crying. As he started sobbing about his present situation, the door in the side of the room opened with a pneumatic ‘swoosh’ and in stepped two armed and armored guards and a woman. Timmy studied her appearance: a very beautiful, if a bit severe, looking woman with deep red hair, a trim figure, and a leather body-suit with gold and silver trim. She carried a small handgun and an air of superiority about her. “What is your name, young man?” Timmy was a bit wary, but he gave her his name anyway. “Well Tim, I suppose you noticed we took off your diaper and vest.” Timmy nodded. “I thought you would. You see, at Boxer Castle we believe in developing a mature and adult man out of boys like you and your friends on Diaper Island. You may not like it, but it’s for your own good. Infantility is not permitted in the real world, as you’ll soon find out.” As she turned away she said “You’d better get used to it. Because as long as you’re here you’ll do as I say.” With that she left and the door closed behind her. Timmy started to struggle against the restraints, and soon was rewarded by them loosening and falling off. He dropped to the floor and looked at his new underwear. It wasn’t bad, but he missed his old diapers terribly and decided to get them back. Before he could try the door however, it opened and a small, sobbing boy no more than seven years of age was thrown in. “We thought you could use the company.” said the stormtrooper who’d thrown the boy in. The door closed again.

“Who are you? I’m Timmy.” The other boy said

“I’m Jake.”

“Hi Jake. Listen, we need to get out of here. Do you have any idea how we can?”

“I don’t know. I wanna go home.”

“Yeah, me too, but we need to get out of here first.”

Jake nodded and tried to stifle his crying. He got up off the floor and walked to Timmy, who was examining the door. “What are you doing Timmy?” Timmy didn’t look at Jake as he answered, but said, “I’m trying to see if there’s a way to force this door open.” Jake watched him for a while and said “I don’t think there’s a way out of here.”Timmy let out an exasperated sigh and walked away from the door. “There’s gotta be a way out! Look around and see if there’s a panel or something we can pry off.” Jake nodded and looked around the room. He soon spotted a small air conduit port on the wall. “Look! A vent! And it looks just big enough to fit both of us.” “Great! Let’s try it to get it off.” Timmy and Jake both grabbed a hold of the panel and tugged with all their might, but the panel wouldn’t budge. Jake was the first to let go of the panel. “It’s no use, Timmy. That thing’s not coming off.”

Suddenly a pair of stormtroopers walked into the room and grabbed Timmy. Wordlessly, they dragged him out of the room, but not without Timmy shouting and screaming at them to let him go.

The room they led him to was even smaller than the prison cell. It was empty except for two horrifying objects: a sink, and a toilet. Timmy knew what they expected of him now. He was dragged over to the toilet by the arm. The door opened to permit the Empress. “Ah, I see you’re ready to commence. . .training.” She walked over to him. “Take off your underwear.” Timmy shook his head, too afraid to do anything else. “Take off. . .your underwear. . .and sit down.” Timmy was shocked by her sternness and did as he was told, stripping off his underpants and sitting down. “Now. . .go.” Timmy was confused momentarily by the command, but then it occurred to him that she meant for him to use the toilet. He strained with all his might, but he had apparently emptied his bowels into his previous diaper. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get his bladder or bowels to cooperate. “Obviously this is going to take a while. We’ll wait here until you’re finished. . .”

Thirty minutes later Timmy was no more ready to ‘go’ than when he entered the chamber. Every time he tried to get up they would slap him and force him to sit back down. After a few more minutes of this torture, they led him back to his cell and threw him in.

Jake looked at him. “So they tried to make you go, huh?”

Timmy nodded. “Have you found a way out yet?”

“No! I told you, there’s no way out!”

“There’s gotta be a way!” Timmy yelled. He walked over to the vent they saw. It was still attached firmly to its conduit.

Timmy looked at the surrounding wall. It was made of some sort of plaster or sheet-rock. He reached out and scraped it with his fingernail. It came off without much effort. “Hey Jake, look at this!” He demonstrated the properties of the wall to Jake and said “If we can scrape enough of this stuff off we might be able to pry off the panel.”

They both started to scrape at the wall, first with their fingernails, then with their shoes. More and more of the stuff the wall was made of disintegrated into a pile of dust on the floor. Soon they were able to dig their fingers behind the panel and yank. It ripped free into their hands! “Let’s get out of here!” exclaimed Jake. “My thoughts exactly!”

They both crawled down the small conduit that was never intended to carry humans. It was dark and cramped, but the darkness was punctuated every once in a while by a shaft of light that came from other vents set into the walls of the castle. Timmy started to look through them, hoping to find the place his diaper was stashed. Just then he heard a dripping sound. He turned around and in the dim light he saw Jake wetting his underpants. Jake looked horrified. “Oh no! I’m wet!” He started sobbing again. Timmy put his hand on Jake’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. You’re just used to wearing diapers and you just didn’t think.” Jake wiped a tear from his eye and said “Thanks Timmy.” They continued on.

About twenty minutes of crawling later Timmy found what he was looking for. The vent he peeked into led into a room that was about ten by fifteen feet and had a steel table with two diapers on it and his flight vest. “I think I found our diapers, Jake. But I can only see my vest. Didn’t you have one?” Jake shrugged. “I lost it in the jungle.” Timmy looked again to make sure no-one was in the room and he kicked at the vent. After two tries he finally managed to loosen it. He reached out and gently pried it off and placed it on the floor. He then crawled out of the air conduit and walked over to the table. He reached down and picked up his diaper. It was neatly folded and the tapes were still sticky. He shucked his underwear and re-diapered himself. Then he put on his vest and tossed the other, smaller diaper to Jake who exchanged his wet underpants for the diaper with great pleasure. “We’d better get out of here if we don’t wanna get caught.” said Timmy. Jake nodded and they both crawled into the air conduit. Timmy didn’t forget to replace the vent before he left.

Jake and Timmy crawled for what seemed like an eternity with no end to the air shaft in sight. It had made several twists and turns and had split several times, but there was no visible light in the shaft other than the light coming from the vents. They were about to give up hope of ever getting out of the tunnel when Jake said “Look! A hangar full of their ships!” Timmy looked and indeed there were several black CT-37 jets in a vast hangar. There was also a big problem. “There’s guards all over the place down there, Jake. We’ll never make it!” Jake looked at Timmy’s vest, examining it for a certain item. “What are you doing?” exclaimed Timmy. “There’s something in here that we can use - aha!” He produced a shiny cylinder about two inches long. “This!” Timmy was just as in the dark as before however, and gave Jake a blank stare, raising an eyebrow. “It’s a nerve gas. We can use it to stun all the guards!” Timmy then said “Ah!” and took the device from Jake. He opened the vent and threw the small container into the center of the room. The little can bounced a couple of times but finally settled in the center of the room. All of the guards in the room moved toward the device, and one of them was about to pick it up when it spewed a great cloud of green gas. The gas expanded to a twenty foot ball before it dissipated, leaving no trace other than the thirty-something guards in a nervous stupor. Timmy and Jake climbed down from the vent using a small grappling hook and each headed for a different jet. Timmy removed the chocks from the wheels, climbed aboard the fighter and remarked that the flight controls were not that different from his L-16's controls. He started the engine and nudged the throttle forward. The small fighter plane started rolling toward the hangar exit. Jake’s plane did the same. Suddenly the door to the hangar deck burst open and several stormtroopers poured out of it. “Punch it, Jake!”shouted Timmy into his comm unit. He threw his own throttle stick as far as it would go forward and the fighter shot out of the hangar and into the sky beyond. As he turned around he saw the evil Empress waving her fist at him and screaming. He also witnessed a ball of flame explode in the hangar, leaving several dead and eleven planes damaged beyond repair. “I thought they’d like some fireworks!” said Jake.

Chapter 8: Going home.

As the jets on the tiny fighter whined down and Timmy climbed out of the cockpit, a throng of boys all gathered around him. On the way back Timmy had wet and pooped in his diaper, but right now he just wanted to be near his friends. “Hey Timmy!” yelled Danny over the din.

“Hi Danny!”

“You escaped Athena’s castle! You have to be pretty brave!”

Timmy blushed a bit. “Yeah, it was easy. They were adults after all!” Danny just laughed.

“Yeah. Hey, do you want to go get somethin’ to eat?”

“Yeah, that’d be great!” Timmy started to run, but then felt a cold, wet sensation between his legs. “But first, can I go get my diaper changed?”

After he was changed into a fresh Pamper and had his dinner, Timmy decided that it was time to say goodbye to his friends. He, Danny, Joshua, Jeremy, and Jake all walked over to the station and started saying their goodbyes. Danny was the first. “Hey Timmy, it was really nice to know you. You’ll come back to us, right?” Timmy looked away a second, unsure of what to say. “Yeah, I’ll come back some time. Maybe you could come and visit me?” Danny laughed. “How would you explain a twelve-year-old that still wears diapers to your parents?” “Um. . .very carefully?” They all doubled over with laughter. Joshua and Jeremy then stepped over. “We’ll sure miss you, Timmy.” said Jeremy. “I’ll save a Luvs for you, m’kay?” Timmy hugged him and stepped over to his car. When he was safely strapped in he punched in his address and hit the accept key. The small car revved it’s engine and sped into the large super-highway. As he sat back and awaited his arrival home, he thought about the wonderful couple of days he had here and the great feeling of the wet diaper he was wearing. . .

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