Mowgli’s Diaper Adventures

Summary: The story of the Jungle Book is very good, but in this version 
Mowgli has been diapered all his life, and now Shere Kahn is back in 
the jungle, Mowgli must leave his friends behind and start a new life 
in the man-village.

Chapter 1.

A Lucky Discovery

Bagheera dozed peacefully under the shade of a wide green leaf that 
stretched above forming shade against the glare of the hot sun. He 
shifted slightly, into a more comfortable position on the curved log he 
lay upon. The jungle was teaming with voices of animals, birds and 
insects, just like any other day really. A brightly coloured bird 
twittered overhead, Bagheera twitched his ear, dislodging an irritating 
fly. As he did so, a new sound drifted from amongst the trees. He 
pricked his ears once more. Listening. There it was again. A faint, 
high-pitched sound, unlike anything he had heard before in the jungle. 
With nothing better to do, he rose to his feet, stretched, and went off 
in the direction of the noise. Very soon he came across a small river, 
it flowed fast and was impossible to see where it ended from his 
position. The sound broke the sloshing of the water. Bagheera climbed 
atop a tree that leaned over the river, as he stopped, he saw the 
source of the noise. On the other side of the bank, hidden by long 
reeds, was a wickerwork basket. It seemed to have been somewhat 
‘beached’ on a bed of mud, it didn’t move as the torrent of water 
pushed past it. Inside, only just visible, was a small round face. 
Bagheera peered closer at this face. It was the only actual alive thing 
inside the basket; it was, as Bagheera now realized, a human child. His 
little knowledge of humans told him that this child could only be a 
year old, at the very least. It looked back at Bagheera, and gave a 
small laugh. Bagheera stared into the eyes of the child. It was common 
jungle law that any animal should never associate with, be tamed by or 
help a human. Bagheera was a strong follower of the rules of the animal 
kingdom, however, he knew that it wasn’t just a human, it was a child. 
An innocent man-cub, that has, as far as he knew, done no wrong.

He looked at the child, and was about to turn back and obey the law, 
before the man-cub spoke out again. It gave a high-pitched little 
scream, not of pain, fear or any like that, but just something to get 
Bagheera’s attention. Bagheera’s mind raced. “The jungle law?” he 
thought. “Or save the innocent?” The basket the child lay in shifted on 
its bed of mud. Bagheera took that as his final decision maker. Leaping 
to the other side of the river, he took the basket in his jaws and 
lifted it from the reeds. He wondered now, what should he do with it? 
He couldn’t raise a child, he didn’t know how. Nothing else would…or 
would they?

Bagheera poked his head through a wall of long grass, which surrounded 
the wolves’ cave. A low stone mouth embedded in a rock face with a yard 
of soft ground in front of it. The grass wall in turn, enclosed this. 
Bagheera watched the mouth of the cave; he knew that if the wolves 
found him near their young he might be taken for an enemy.

After a minute or so of watching, Bagheera, with the basket too, crept 
forward, placing the man-cub just before the mouth of the cave. He 
hurried back to his shelter, and waited. For a long time, nothing 
happened. Impatiently, Bagheera reached forward and prodded the basket. 
The child cried out at once, making Bagheera almost pounce back amongst 
the grass. The man-cub’s yells had alerted the wolf cubs. Several cubs 
raced outside to see this new ‘thing,’ they were closely followed by 
two adult females. One leant forward and studied the child while the 
other watched from the cave. The first female looked back and nodded. 
The second adult disappeared into the blackness of the cave and quickly 
returned with the adult male. He cautiously came forward and studied 
the man-cub with his own eyes. Bagheera held his breath. The male took 
the basket in his mouth and lead the cubs back inside the cave. 
Begheera sighed with relief, as the child had been welcomed into the 
wolves’ hospitality.

Inside the cave, the adults removed the child from its basket and laid 
it freely on the floor of the cave.

“What do you suppose we call it?” One of the females asked. “What sex 
is it?” another asked. “Male or female?” The male wolf undid the man-
cub’s tiny cloth diaper and looked. “Male,” he said. “So a male name to 
suit him I think.” “He bears no fur,” an adult noted. “Like a frog or 
something.”

“A little frog,” said another.

“Isn’t they’re a word for ‘little frog’?” the male asked.

“It’s Mowgli, I think,” said a female.

“Then Mowgli it shall be,” said the male.

“He’ll need clothes, though,” one said.

“Go to the man-village and see what you can find,” the male ordered. 
“But be careful not to raise alarm.” One of the females left the cave. 
She retuned much later, carrying a bag filled with thick cloth like 
material. This is how Mowgli’s life with wolves started, studying the 
art of diaper folding, the wolves studied the man-cubs in the man-
village, seeing how these diapers worked. This meant, Mowgli was 
diapered since birth and up to the age he is now. Wolves continued to 
creep back into the village and take back more diapers for Mowgli to 
wear; the used ones were returned to the village and put amongst the 
children of the villages’ diapers, so they never knew.

Many years later, on a bright sunny morning, Bagheera watched the young 
man-cub rise from sleep and take his usual morning stroll down to the 
river. He still wore diapers, as Bagheera noticed, much larger and 
thicker ones then when he was a baby. The diapers were now very large, 
so much that they came past his bellybutton. They were fastened with 
Velcro tabs on either side, four of them, two on one side, two on the 
other, keeping Mowgli’s diaper able to hold on, no matter how he moved 
or how much he put in them. The wolves, along with Bagheera on some 
occasions, helped change Mowgli, who didn’t seem at all embarrassed by 
his eternal diaper changing, or how he was still wearing a diaper at 
the age of 7. But as Mowgli never came in contact with the human world 
he thought nothing of it, and as he never had toilet training, he 
seemed to think diapers were the normal things.

One night, however, a scout wolf returned from far side of the jungle. 
He brought news of Shere Kahn the deadly tiger, which had apparently 
returned from the wilderness to hunt again in the jungle. News of the 
man-cub was common about the jungle, so it seemed natural that Shere 
Kahn would soon know of Mowgli and his hatred of the human race would 
lead him to destroy Mowgli in his personal vendetta.

The night the news of Shere Kahn reached the wolf pack; a meeting was 
called to discuss the possible ways of dealing with the problem at 
hand. “It is decided then,” the alpha male called. “That the man-cub, 
Mowgli, may not stay with the wolf pack. His presence will put all our 
lives in danger, although Kahn is primarily after Mowgli, it seems he 
may be goaded into taking a few of our number down as well.”

“Something must be done then,” a wolf said.

“Indeed, there must,” said the male.

“We mustn’t allow Mowgli to be exiled in the jungle,” a female said. 
“Kahn isn’t the only danger to him.”

“I believe,” said a wolf. “That the only option we have is to have the 
man-cub taken to the man-village, there, I am sure, he will be safe.” 
This proclamation was met with much muttering from the pack.

“That is all well and good,” said the male. “But that will require one 
of out number to accompany the child all the way, we need the entire 
pack here for defence against this new enemy.”

“I believe that’s where I come in,” said Bagheera. He leapt down from 
his tree and approached the male. “I can take the man-cub to the 
village, I am strong and able.” The male looked at him.

“It will be dangerous,” he said. “I would hate to loose a fine friend 
because of this child.” “The man-cub is important,” Bagheera said. 
“More important than me. He has only started his life; he must live the 
rest well, out of danger or harm. I am willing to take the risk.” After 
a long pause, the male gave a single nod. Bagheera thanked him and 
hurried back to the cave, to the beginning of a long journey.

Notes: a rather more 'faithful' adaptation of the classic story. This 
version is more about Mowgli's travels through the jungle. Instead of 
my previous stories, this is about Mowgli's diapering, rather than 
others. I hope this makes better reading.