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.