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The Diapered Boys of Avatar

Characters:

The Duke (age 8): native of the Earth Kingdom, one of Jet's Freedom Fighters

Aang (age 12): Avatar, born to the race of airbenders

Teo (age 13): resided in the Northern Air Temple with father

Sokka (age 15): native of the Southern Water Tribe

Zuko (age 16): Prince of the Fire Nation; heir to the throne

Haru (age 17): Earthbender

Katara (age 14): Sokka's sister, waterbender

Toph (age 12): Earthbender, native of Gaoling

Chapter 1: Diapers and The Duke

Aang awoke in a cold sweat. He had just had another nightmare of himself confronting the Fire Lord in an apocalyptic final showdown; a dream that'd been recurring for him since they arrived at the Western Air Temple. While he didn't want to admit it, Aang was secretly relieved once the eclipse had passed on the Day of Black Sun that he never had to face Ozai. But now, he was freaking out! The group had come together and had decided that Aang was to continue mastering the elements, and would face the Fire Lord before Sozin's Comet arrived. He remembered what Guru Pathik had told him at the Eastern Air Temple; that he had to accept the fact that he was the Avatar in order to face the world's troubles. But what he had told the Guru back then was still as true now as it was then; he never asked for this. And more over, he never wanted it.

He got up decided to take a walk around the temple to clear his mind. He stepped out of his room and into the cool, comforting night. He looked out over the pathway into the black abyss that the cliff-side temple overlooked and an intense feeling of emptiness briefly overwhelmed him. He wiped at his tearing eyes and made his way down to the bottom platform. The fountain that flowed into the gorge always soothed him and Aang figured it would be the perfect place to sort out his thoughts.

As he climbed down to the lowest level he thought he heard something moving in the fountain. His heart stopped for a moment. Was it the Fire Army? Had they discovered the groups hiding place? Or worse, perhaps it was Combustion Man, here to finish Aang off once and for all. Then he realized that if it were an enemy of the group's, whoever it was wouldn't be splashing around in a fountain.Still, he carefully made his way to the level's landing and peered off toward the shadows. He saw a figure moving by the edge of the fountain and was confused for a moment; the figure looked no larger than a child. It wasn't until Aang saw the pointed helmet that rested upon the figure's head when he realize that in fact, it really was no more than a child.

It was the eight year old Duke, or rather, The Duke, and he appeared to be washing some clothing in the fountain. There were three things wrong with this picture to Aang. Firstly, dawn hadn't even yet broken so it was quite an odd hour to be doing laundry. Secondly, it was agreed that Katara, being the only waterbender of the bunch besides Aang, would do the boy's (and Toph's) laundry if the rest agreed to go out scavenging for food. And thirdly, since when does any eight year old boy do his own laundry? Aang, being a naturally curious boy, decided the satiate that curiosity by going up to The Duke.

"Hi, The Duke. Watcha doing?"

If The Duke were an airbender, he would have jumped so high he'd have hit his head on the ceiling. Aang felt a little bad for nearly giving the kid a heart attack. Still, what was the reason behind his panic at the sight of Aang? He had stuffed whatever he was holding in the fountain behind his back

"Oh, hey Aangy." It always melted Aang's heart to be called this nick-name by the small child. "I was just ummm...washing some cloths that I forgot to give to Katara."

Of course, Aang didn't buy the poor excuse, but still, he smiled kindly at the boy. "I see," Aang said. "Well, let me help you out." And before The Duke could protest, Aang used waterbending to rip the cloths out of The Duke's hand and then suspended the objects in the air. At first Aang was confused. They really did just look like articles of clothing. But then he looked a bit closer. It was white and looked thicker than normal clothing. In a moment, he recognized the tell-tale hourglass shape. They were cloth diapers. This intrigued and confused Aang even more. Why was The Duke carrying around diapers with him, similar to the ones Aang had worn as a baby?

Aang was broken from his transfixion with the white cloth by the sound of soft crying. The Duke was now sitting on the fountain's edge and was quietly sobbing into his hands. Aang felt like his heart was being wrenched from his chest. He felt so bad that he had outed The Duke's secret so insensitively. He sat down next to The Duke and wrapped an arm around the shaking boy's shoulder.

"Shh shh shh," Aang whispered soothingly. "It's okay now. No need to cry."

"B-b-but now you know how much of a baby I am," The Duke said, tears still rolling down his cheeks.

"You're not a baby, Duke," Aang said forgetting the clumsy article 'the'. "I don't care that you wear diapers, but if you don't mind would you tell me why you need them?"

"Well, when the Freedom Fighters took me in, I was really young, and at the time, I was nearly fully potty-trained, except that I constantly wet the bed. Jet just put me in diapers at night, telling me how cute I was and I just never stopped." The Duke started to calm down now as he told his story. Aang didn't know why but he was fascinating with Duke's diaper story and wanted to know more.

"So you've worn diapers your whole life?" Aang wondered if he was digging too much into the personal aspects of Duke's secrets but he couldn't help himself from knowing more about the diapers. Why did they interest him so much?

"Only at night," The Duke answered defensively, crossing his arms. Then he muttered, "Better than Jet anyway."

"Woah, wait a minute. Jet wore diapers too!" Something stirred inside Aang at the thought of Jet wearing baby diapers. He had to hear more about this. "Did he wet the bed too?"

"Well, no. I don't think so anyway. Just some days he would come into my tree house and put on some of my diapers. Well he told me they were mine although I know he got his own sizes and put them in with mine. Sometimes he would wear them the whole day under his cloths." The Duke stared into space as if remembering better days.

Aang cleared his throat, rubbed the back of his neck and then asked, "And did he ever use those diapers for...well, you know." He had to shift around his legs to cover up the bulge that was growing rapidly in his pants.

The Duke just shrugged and said, "I don't know. The days that he wore diapers he would go up to Longshot's tree house. I have no idea what the two of them did up there all day." Aang could only imagine and those images made him painfully hard beneath the waistline. His fantasy was interrupted when he heard The Duke sniffling. He looked at the small child and saw tears running down his face. The feeling of arousal quickly vanished and he pulled The Duke into a tight hug.

"I'm sorry," The Duke whimpered. "I just miss him so much." Aang was confused at first and then remembered that Jet had died at Lake Laogai.

"You really cared about him, didn't you?"

"He cared for me. He took care of me for years and kept my secret from the rest of the guys." Aang privately thought Jet exacerbated The Dukes problem for his own enjoyment but kept his mouth shut. The Duke continued, "Well until he told P-P-Pipsqueak t-t-to take c-care of me." He let out another loud sob and wrapped his arms around Aang's waist, burying his face under Aang's arm. Aang realized how hard it must be for an eight year old to be separated from all the people that cared about him. It reminded him of his own situation of loosing his whole race, the airbenders. All his friends and family lost to the Fire Nation. His heart went out to The Duke and it was there and then that he decided what he was going to do with this new surprising information.

"Don't worry Duke. I'll keep your secret from the rest of the group."

The Duke sniffled again and said, "Y-You will?"

"Of course I will," Aang smiled at the boy and tickled his stomach causing The Duke to giggle cutely. "And I'll take care of you too. Come on now. Let's get you back to bed."

Aang dried off the diapers and carried them up to The Duke's room with Duke in tow. The Duke got into bed but he had an uncomfortable look on his face. Aang knew what was wrong. "Do you need to be changed now Duke."

The Duke blushed and then said meekly, "My diaper is a bit damp. You kind of showed up before I got the chance to change it."

"Well let's fix that now."

"There are changing supplies in that top draw over there."

Aang walked over to The Duke's dresser and took out extra pins, baby powder and lotion. He walked back to the waiting Duke, who resembled a boy much younger than eight right now. Aang pulled The Duke to the edge of the bed and carefully pulled off his shorts exposing the clear plastic pants which covered The Duke's wet diaper. Aang undid the pins and lowered the diaper exposing The Duke's two inch boner which pointed strait up toward his stomach. Aang felt that familiar stirring deep within him and smiled. "Looks like someone's enjoying this." The Duke just cooed as Aang removed the diaper, and applied the powder and cream to Duke's diaper area. The Duke closed his eyes and sighed contently as Aang pinned up a fresh diaper and pulled up the Duke's plastic pants.

Aang tucked The Duke into bed and, mingled with the warmness he felt from taking care of the young boy, Aang couldn't help but to feel envious. He saw The Duke snuggling up to his pillow and knew that he was enjoying the feeling to the softness between his legs. The Duke could live this simple life and be happy as long as there was someone to take care of him. Aang's life was anything but simple. He was the Avatar after all, and the whole world was counting on him. That was just the way things were.

"Good night Duke."

"Guh nigh Aangy."

Aang was about to leave. He blew out a candle by the door and looked back at the now sleeping Duke. Perhaps it was the trick of the moon light pouring in through the window, but it looked as if the boy had slipped his thumb into his mouth.

So there you have it. Next chapter will be a Teo based chapter.