Ren the Farmer's Boy

It was the middle of summer and it was time for harvest. The family crop was fast growing and had to be harvested at different intervals. Ren and his father had been plucking the crop and dropping them into different baskets depending on ripeness.

Ren plucked a piece of crop from the stalk and breathed deep, finding the aroma soothing.

Ren's family was but one of several farmers in their village that grew this crop and for good reason, as the crop was integral to the function of the entire kingdom.

The crop wasn't edible.

The crop they were harvesting were diapers.

In this world, diapers literally grew on trees. Or more appropriately, stalks. A person from a different world would compare it to corn. On the top of the stalk was a flower with a white pollen that kept one's skin from chafing. In the roots, a oily, sweet smelling nectar that made one's skin smooth. Both the nectar and the pollen would be stored separately in bottles and sold in almost equal quantities as the crop itself.

Yes, the diaper-stalk was an important plant in the kingdom's economy. Without it, well, humanity would be very different.

It was the middle of summer, so Ren decided to wear nothing but his gloves, his boots and his diaper. Ren wore what was referred to as a "size 8". The size scale ranged from 0.5 to 11. 0.5 were diapers that were picked the earliest and were used by newborns. Size 11 were worn by full-grown adults.

Ren's father squatted and grunted. He was a big man. Muscular, with chest-hair and a beard. Like Ren, he decided to wear nothing besides gloves, boots and a diaper, which was suddenly dirty as he pooped.

"Boys, lunch is almost ready," said his mother from the house.