The Nui-Pepe Tribe.

Hohepa yawned before his mouth was plugged with something soft and warm. Like every morning, the young man didn't fight it as his lips latched onto it and he swallowed the juices that filled his mouth.

Hohepa's stomach filled to the point where it felt like it was going to burst, his tummy aching, before suddenly the uncomfortable pressure in his body undid itself all at once in the other end. Undeterred by the poop in his pants, Hohepa relaxed as he unlatched his lips and yawned. He felt a palm rub his back as he gave a burp before yawning again.

He was laid out on his back as the front of his diaper was undone.

"Good morning sleepyhead."

Lying down next to him was an older woman. Her hair was long and black. Her breasts were out in the open.

"Good morning mommy," said Hohepa as his legs were raised and his butt was wiped.

"Good morning son," said his mother, as her private area was wiped before a diaper was strapped to her waist.

Soon both of their diapers were strapped and they both stood up, dressed in nothing but their diapers. They took the hands of their caretakers who led them out of the house into the village.

Everyone in the village was up and about. A small gang of toddlers playing a gang of tag as they tried to avoid the adults. A young man held an ear against the swollen belly of his pregnant wife, both sitting on the lap of their caretaker naked except for their diapers. A pair of teenage boys clad in diapers held hands under the shade of a near by tree. Old women, their diapers in need of changing, tending to the fire in the middle of the village.

On the other side of the village was a man. He looked like Hohepa in a lot of ways, his hair tied back in a bun with a feather used to pin it in place signifying his status as Chief. Like the rest of his people, he was naked except for a diaper strapped around his waist, sitting in the lap of his caretaker as though it was his throne. This was Mikaere, Chief of the Nui-Pepe Tribe and Hohepa's father.

Legend says that they were descended from refugees in a war. Their wayfinders endured storms and sea-monsters before finding what they would name the Isle of Erene. They were found by Hine-te-iwaiwa, Goddess of the Moon and Childbirth, and all adopted as her children. She gave this island to them to live in and play and be happy for the rest of their days, the Hākuturi acting as nannies and wet-nurses to them.

Hākuturi are a special type of spirit native to the many isles of Oceania, spirits typically associated with the trees. They were all women, towering over the humans with greenish skin, with arms covered in leaves that would almost be confused for feathers on a pair of wings. While most Hākuturi are wary of humans, those under the matronage of Hine-te-iwaiwa have taken a sacred vow to care for all of her children. These Hākuturi fed them, played with them, and their leaves were magically turned into diapers.