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.