Healing_Duncan_Part_2
HEALING DUNCAN PART 2
The Further Adventures of Dave Duncan
By: (Z)Syko (G)Spice
Introduction
If there is ever an obstacle, obstruction, challenge,
or difficulty in life, chances are Dave Duncan has been
through it. From having a secret shattered to fighting his
worst enemy head to head to outrunning a bear and falling in
a ravine, he's seen it all. Now a sophomore in high school,
a lot has changed. Watch as Dave, his friends, and his
girlfriend Stephanie find interesting solutions to life's
challenges in the sequel to Healing Duncan.
Warning
The following is purely fiction. It contains mention of
suicide, infantilism, depression, violence, and slight
sexual content. If this offends you, then do not read.
Notes
Many of the chapter titles are either quotes from
movies or song lyrics (or titles). Several other quotes are
mixed into the story itself, so keep a watchful eye. Several
times you might here a demon being mentioned...this is my
trademark character and he makes an appearance in almost
everything I write. Now, a little about me. I'm a 14 year
old aspiring writer from New Jersey. If you would like to
see something else that I wrote, please e-mail me
([email protected]). Thanks and enjoy!
Chapter 1: I Know What You Did Last Summer
Rays of sun splashed through the window hitting my face
like Scott Stevens' style body check. I opened my eyes and
woke up. I had to poop, so I let a mess into my diapers.
Sucking on my pacifier, and hugging my teddy bear, I waited
for my mom to take me out of the crib. Not at all normal for
a teenager, but that's me.
My mom entered my room, and as usual said good morning,
and stuck her hand down the back of my sleeper so she could
check my diaper. She unlocked the crib and helped me out of
it, and proceeded to carry me downstairs. I was given a
breakfast of cereal and a bottle, both fed to me from my
highchair. I said good morning to my dad after the pacifier
was removed from my mouth.
Next, I gazed at the newspaper. Bill Clinton looked to
be in a lot of trouble again, and the USA Basketball team
looked to lose without their NBA stars. Mom put the pacifier
back in, and set me down in my playpen so she could talk to
dad for awhile. When my dad left for work, she carried me
back upstairs to change me.
After setting me down on the changing table in my
nursery, she strapped me down and unsnapped my sleeper
throwing it in the hamper. Then, she motioned for me to lift
my butt up, and slid off my plastic pants. Next, she
unpinned my dirty diapers and tossed them into the pail. She
grabbed a baby wipe and a can of Johnson and Johnson baby
powder and wiped and powdered me. A clean Attends diaper was
set down under me, and my mom motioned for me to moved my
butt down. I did and she sealed the tapes and gave me a pat
on the butt. She removed the pacifier, and asked the daily
question, "baby or adult today, David?"
I figured, what the hell, and answered, "baby." The
pacifier was inserted back into my mouth and strapped behind
my head. I was put into a short T-shirt and a pair of short-
alls, with Mickey Mouse sneakers. Next came the kneepads.
These put me in a position where my only method of transport
was crawling. Finally, I was lifted off the changing table
and carried back downstairs to my playpen. My mom put on
Nickelodeon so I could watch Rugrats. Typical day so far.
A bit later, I was let out of the playpen, and my
diaper was checked. It was dry, and my mom left me to crawl
around the house. It was about 11:00, and as usual,
Stephanie called. She said she'd be over hear in a little
bit. That made me happy.
She arrived and we hugged. My mom left the tow of us
alone more or less, and its a good thing too. Steph took the
pacifier out of my mouth, and we talked for a bit. It was
now time for lunch. Stephanie picked me up and put me in my
highchair in the kitchen, putting a bib on me and strapping
me in place. We split a frozen pizza, and she gave me a
bottle to drink. I wet my diaper as I ate and drank.
After lunch, I asked her what she wanted to do. She
suggested Scrabble (we have a rather bizarre set of rules
that makes the game more interesting), and I agreed to it.
Stephanie beat e by about a 3 point margin. While we were
playing, I pooped in my diaper again.
Stephanie reached her hand down my shortalls to check
me. We then walked upstairs to my nursery where she changed
my diaper. I was left in just the diaper, and told it was
time for my nap. "I'd rather spend my time being with you
then dreaming about you," I told her.
"Nice try Dave," she said. "Now got to sleep." She put
the pacifier back in, and set me down in my crib. I woke up
about a half hour later. "Have a nice nap?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure," I said after she removed the pacifier and
unlocked the crib We then turned on the computer and signed
on to AOL. I had some mail to read: messages from a teen
baby newsgroup, a few dumb chain letters from Fred, some
solicitations to delete, and a regular e-mail from Jared. As
I was reading Jared's e-mail, he sent me an instant message.
WoodyX27: Hi Dave, Hi Steph
DunkDave: Sup?
Stephanie then typed:
DunkDave: How did u know i wuz here?
WoodyX27: cuz im phsycic
I stuck my middle finger up ton the computer screen.
DunkDave: Aright, wut am i doin right now?
Stephanie laughed.
WoodyX27: aright, u got me there. listen up, Fred's at
it again.
DunkDave: what this time?
WoodyX27: I don't know, but he sez it will get a lot of
money. Me, him, and Brian are meeting tomorrow. You going to
be there?
I looked to Stephanie. "Go ahead, just don't get
yourself killed," she said.
"You sound like my mom," I said.
"Scary thought," she said laughing.
DunkDave: sure.
WoodyX27: aight, bye.
DunkDave: bye.
I then signed off and shut down. It was mid-afternoon,
so we decided to watch a movie. We managed to agree on the
Breakfast Club, one which we've seen many times but is still
enjoyable. At about 4:30, Stephanie said that she had to go
home. She kissed me on the cheek and said goodbye and left.
I crawled around the house in just my diaper, listening to
it crinkle along the way.
Later, my mom called me into the kitchen for dinner. I
was placed in my highchair and fed. Dad then arrived home,
and he and mom ate. He said he won free movie tickets at
work, and gave them to me. I thanked him, and planned on
using them.
After dinner, mom put my waterproof nylon swim pants on
me so I could go take a shower. After I showered, my wet
diaper was changed, and the pacifier was inserted into my
mouth. I was again put in the playpen, and left to watch the
Simpsons from there. Later, I was changed into my cloth
night diapers. My mom decided it was a bit hot, so she
omitted the sleeper. I was now given my adult time, which I
spent watching Friends and Dawson's Creek.
At bedtime, I said goodnight to my parents, was given a
bottle then the pacifier, and set down and locked inside my
crib. If it's hard to believe that I actually did this, it
might be perhaps harder to believe that I spent a whole
summer like this!
Chapter 2: The Sting
For as long as I could remember, I have pretty much
been friends with the same kids. There was Jared Woods, by
best friend, one of the nicest people in the world, always
went with the flow. Brian Malloy was smart and always
prepared. And Fred Sharpe, was well Fred. He was a risk-
taker, and a leader, but he fooled around a lot and
sometimes got himself into a lot of trouble. This was one of
those times.
After I had been changed the next day, Jared came over.
"Hey, whadup?" I called to him.
"Hey Dave," he replied.
"Want something to drink?"
"Sure, why not."
I got him a Coke, and we talked for a bit. "So, what's this
newest plan of Fred's?"
"He didn't say much...but he said it involved a bet against
the Sugar Hill Boys."
"Is he insane?"
The Sugar Hill Boys were a reckless college fraternity known
for going completely off the wall.
"Maybe so. But get this. Remember the move you pulled
against the bear?"
"Of course I do."
"Fred wants you to do it against Dimon Shevins."
Dimon Shevins was our town top linebacker in college
football.
Before I declined, I asked the stakes.
"If we win, we are honorary frat members without going
through initiation. If not, then we go through initiation
without becoming frat members."
"Look, I did that stunt out of luck to save your guys hides,
not as a performance. So no way."
Jared nodded and we walked to the park to meet Fred and
Brian. "Well?" asked Fred.
"No way."
"Well, thanks a lot, looks like I'll have to do this
myself."
"This I gotta watch," Jared and I said simultaneously.
"Yo, you ready kid," called one of the Boys.
"Sure," Fred answered nervously.
He walked slowly onto the basketball court where Dimon was
waiting. Fred was handed a ball. On the whistle, Fred would
try to make it past the refrigeratoresque Dimon. We all sat
their attentively watching. The whistle blew, and Fred
panicked. He just froze. Dimon was running right into him,
so Fred finally made a move: he jumped into mid air, and
landed on his ass. We sat their laughing, yet feeling sorry
at the same time.
Dimon started his victory parade, then helped Fred up. "Ya
a'ight, kid?"
"Sure," Fred said. His face was red.
I expected Fred to be very angry at me, but instead he
wasn't.
"Guess I finally got caught," he said meekly.
"Do you know what they are going to do to you?" asked Brian.
"I don't know. Should I be worried?"
"I think so," Jared said. "They've been known to do stuff
like giving steel wool massages, making you mud wrestle a
bulldog, or worse."
"Ouch," I said.
"Well, time to face it," said Fred.
We watched as Fred approached the gang to learn his fate.
"What do I have to do?"
"You'll see. Just cooperate, and you'll do fine. If not, we
can wreck you for life, kid." I was pretty sure they meant
that. "First thing were going to do, is tie you up. Just as
a precaution. Then, were taking you to the frat house. Your
friends can come too, but they better not interfere."
They ran tape around Fred's eyes, mouth, wrists, and ankles,
picked him up, and put him in a van, and proceeded to drive
away. "C'mon, let's go," I said.
"I don't know," Brian said. "Looks dangerous."
"I'll call Steph. Anything happens, she'll find s a way out
of this."
I went to a pay phone and left a message on her answering
machine. The three of us then went home, got our bikes, and
drove to Fairview College. As soon as we got to the top of
Sugar Hill, we saw the frathouse. There was a mean looking
guy at the door wearing a grim reaper's costume. He laughed
at us, and let us in. We were to wait while Fred was given
his punishment in another room.
We didn't hear anything for awhile, then a series of muffled
screams. What the hell were they doing to him? "You're not
killin' him, are you?"
"Course not, he just likes to whine," said the grim reaper.
This was true of Fred. "You guys are going to love this."
I was ready to be shocked and indeed, I was. Fred was
marched out of the room wearing only several layers of very
thick diapers, a pair of plastic pants, a short T-shirt that
read: I'm a big baby, give me a hug, and sandals. There was
also a pacifier strapped into his mouth that kept him from
talking to us.
"Listen up," said Mr. Reaper. "We're giving him some time to
recuperate from the initial shock. He's yours to hang with
until 1:00. Then, we want him back like this."
"What for?"
"So we can parade him around town," said another kid.
"Don't give away the plans, asshole," said reaper.
"1:00, or else."
With those closing words, we were all but thrown out. "Now
what?" asked Brian.
It was up to me to find a solution now, so I gave Steph
another call. She said she'd be right over. Fred sat there
looking really scorned.
Eventually, a blue station wagon pulled up. Jared stood in
front of Fred so nobody could see him like this. Stephanie
got out of the wagon, and I gave her more information.
"I don't believe this!" she said, trying not to laugh. "They
can't do that."
"Yes they can," said Jared.
"Wait, I have an idea," I said. Little did I know that my
idea would cause a town-wide frenzy.
Chapter 3: Operation Delta Force
We all piled into Stephanie's cousin's station wagon,
and figured out what to do next. First, we took the pacifier
out of Fred's mouth.
"Those fuckin' college dickhead pricks," he shouted.
"Well, hate to tell you this, but if you don't do what
they say, your ass is dead man," Jared reasoned.
"Not necessarily." I said with a grin.
"Why Dave, you got a plan?" asked Brian.
"I do, but I need everybody to cooperate."
"This don't sound too good" said Brian.
"It seems dumb at first, but if you just play it out
right, it will work."
"The suspense is killin' me, what is your plan?" asked
Fred.
"Here goes," I began explaining. "At 1:00, the Sugar
Hill Boys are planning to parade you around town like this
to humiliate you and show their power. Now, if anybody saw a
teenage kid dressed like a baby, they'd laugh their ass off.
If anybody saw two teenage kids dressed like babies, they'd
think, "big baby has a friend." However, if they saw 4, 5,
or even 6 kids dressed like babies, then they would probably
think its a group thing or a new fad and leave you alone."
"You can't be serious," said Brian.
"Sure I am. Strength in numbers."
"Well, I'll do it," said Fred.
"You don't have a choice. Wut about the rest of us. I
don't know about you guys, but I'll do it."
"Fine, then me too."
Brian contemplated the matter, and grumbled a response
of, "fine."
"Now how are we going to work this?" I asked.
"Leave that to me," said Steph. "I think I can get
Katie and Ellis to join this. I'll just tell them its like
Halloween."
"What about you?" I asked.
"'Fraid not, love. There has to be a normal person to
defend you people from harassment. That would be me."
"Oh, you have excuses for everything."
"We'll see," she said.
"Now, where are we going to..."
"I got you covered there, kid," said Steph's cousin
Don. "I just had a brand new store built that stocks
clothing for babies and kids. We might have some stuff there
that suits you."
"Thanx."
"No problem. I was doing all kinds of wild stuff a year
ago during my senior year in college, and now I kinda miss
it."
We drove onto the highway, and headed west for several
miles until we hit a vacant shopping center. "Here it is,"
said Don. "Obviously not open yet."
Don unlocked the door to the building, and we followed
him in. Inside were the most baby supplies I had ever seen
before. Everything from cribs to full wardrobes to crib
mobiles, not to mention tons of diapers in all different
varieties.
"Hey Dave" Steph whispered into my ear. "Now might be a
good time to tell them..."
"We'll see." I said, knowing what she was asking.
Don led us to a large empty room and told us to wait
while she and Steph talked some stuff over.
"Hey Fred," asked Jared. "what's it like wearing that?"
Fred laughed and answered, "Not too bad. Diapers fit a
little snug, but they are pretty comfortable actually. Not
something I'd want to have in my wardrobe though."
"Hey guys, remember that time a few years ago when we
found that porno magazine with the picture in it.... Well, I
got curious and checked it up on the net...there are
actually some people who find acting like a baby a turn on."
"Man, you mean I could snag some girls like this.
Albeit sickos, but still. I should wear this every day
then," Fred said joking. Jared gave me a long stare. He was
one of the only ones who knew.
"Can I tell you guys a secret?" I asked.
"Sure."
"This won't be the first time I've worn diapers."
"Unless you were potty trained from the time you were
born, then that doesn't surprise me," said Fred.
"No, I mean after I was a baby."
"Please explain."
"I wear diapers sometimes for fun."
Fred and Brian looked a little shocked and confused.
"You seriously like wearing these?" Fred asked.
"Sure. Didn't you just say they were comfortable?"
"Yeah but..."
"He's got you there Fred," said Brian.
"Yeah, but its something I never would have figured.
Hey, if that's what you like, go for it."
"That's what I told him when he told me," said Jared.
"You Knew about this?" asked Brian.
"Yeah. We are like brothers....like in the Mafia, only
I wouldn't order a hit on him and he wouldn't do that to me,
no matter what."
"Well, I also have something to confess," said Brian.
"I used to wet the bed, so when I was 7 my parents sent me
to this camp for bedwetters, and we had to wear diapers
there. Well it worked, and it stopped. There, said and done,
lets forget about it."
"All right, my turn," said Fred. "I can't believe I'm
telling you guys this. I potty trained pretty late...like I
was in diapers all the time till I was 4. I was still
wearing pull-ups until the first grade. And I wore Goodnites
to bed until I was ten. I got laughed at a bit, but hey it
made me as funny as I am today so I don't give a fuck."
"Your expecting em to say something?" asked Jared.
"We'll sorry, but I don't have anything like that to share.
I must admit, the though of wearing diapers did cross my
mind a few times, but I wasn't ever really sure if I wanted
too."
"Well, here's your chance." I told him.
Stephanie then entered the room. "All right, we can do
this the easy way or the hard way..."
"Steph, I told them."
"OK, good. Now everybody strip naked."
"Mind giving us some privacy?" Brian asked.
"How about we do this one at a time. Dave is already
wearing a diaper, so all he needs is the proper attire."
I followed Stephanie out of the room where she put a
Mickey the Mouse T-shirt and sandals on me. She also checked
my diaper, and finding it dry, let me go. Brian was next, he
didn't seem enthusiastic but cooperated fully. He chose
cloth diapers and a vinyl diaper cover with a Barney T-
shirt. Jared was next and he looked a little worried.
"Dave, I'm havin' a lot of second thoughts."
"Relax man, it's not like a sex change operation or
anything All that going to happen is you are going to have
some powder sprinkled on your ass, have a diaper and a shirt
put on you. You even get to chose what you want to wear."
"All right."
Jared reentered the room a bit later wearing an Attends
diaper with sandals and a tanktop with a picture of a baby
on it. Fred giggled.
"What are you laughing at?"
"You look pretty buff for somebody who's supposed to be
dressed like a two year old." He had a point.
Stephanie announced that she had to tend to her sister
and her friend and that she would be right back. I could
hear a bit off noise as Katie and Ellis joined our parade.
Katie, being the little girl with the big mouth that she is
announced, "Elliss has to wear diapers because he keeps
going in his pants. I'm just doing this to help you guys out
and because my sister said so."
"I do not!" said Ellis.
"Do to."
I decided to go out there and end the argument. "Hey
Katie, how would you like to see you sister wearing
diapers?"
"Cool," she replied.
"Excuse me, Dave, I never agreed to that."
"Oh, c'mon. I did my part by telling my friends, the
least you could do is join the party and do this for me."
"Your right. But at least let me do this by myself. In
private."
"That would be cheating" I said. I told Katie and Ellis
to go talk to Jared about our plan. I then picked up
Stephanie and put her on the changing table. "We can do this
the easy way or the hard way." She punched me in the
shoulder. "What was that for?"
"I'm sorry, Dave, I still have nightmares about when my
foster father used to do this to me."
"Well, relax, I ain't him," I said strapping her down.
"What kind of diaper you want?"
"Ill take one of the ones I sewed myself for you. I had
some extra time, so I sewed a lot for Don to sell here. Also
get me that yellow pair of plastic pants with the ducks.
Thanks."
"No problem," I said. I pulled down her jeans, then her
panties, taking a moment to admire her beautiful body. Then,
I powdered and diapered her. I helped her out of her shirt.
"Could you please stop staring."
"I'm sorry, it's just that your beautiful."
She gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I'll take that short
yellow party dress, handsome"
"Aight." I put that on her and helped her down. "We
set."
Everybody laughed when they saw Steph like that. "Knock
it off assholes, were all in this together," I yelled to my
friends.
Don re-entered, and stopped. "Looks like you kids are
ready to make quit a scene."
"You make it sound like a bad thing," said Steph.
"No way, not me. I was marching in a gay rights
festival, anything that's at all different I'm fine with."
"Your gay?" I asked.
"No, but my college roommate was, so I did it as a
favor to him. If I didn't have so much to do, I'd join you.
Hell, this would make a great ad for the store. Bye the way,
you got a call from somebody calling himself the reaper."
"Thanx," I said, picking up the phone.
"Showtime. Make sure that him, and the rest of you are
at the corner of Main Street and Brook in 5 minutes." Time
to start the 1st Annual Baby Parade.
Chapter 4: The Stand
Each of us packed a diaper bag, and were given some
last minute advice. We piled back into Don's wagon, and he
gave us a ride to Brook Street. Stephanie unloaded a
stroller from the wagon. "For who ever is the most tired of
walking," she explained. We thanked Don and began our walk
to the corner of main.
Trouble came along the way. Matt Sabrien and Steve
Tyler, the local thugs got one look at us and started
cracking up. I had history with this kid, but we had a clean
record now. Matt then asked, "What's going on?"
"Fred here lost a bet to the Sugar Hill Boys..."
"Those bastards. They won't let me in. Let me guess,
they made you dress like this."
"No, just Fred. But were starting a parade. A
demonstration against them."
Matt laughed again. "I told you this before Dave, but
you got some serious balls doin' stuff like this. Hey, I
heard some girls actually go for guys who do this shit. Good
luck, gotta bounce. And all be watchin'."
"Bye bye KKK," said Steve.
"What does that mean," asked Jared.
"Kindergarten Kickass Kult," Steve said walking away.
We got too Main Street where the Boys were writing.
"What the fuck is going on here?" said one of them.
"We decided to join Fred. We're friends, so we stick by
him."
"Your loss, losers." Fred was re-gagged with a
pacifier. A leash was attached to a hook on his plastic
pants. "Now who will be lucky enough to hold this?"
"I will," said a girl of about 19.
"Yo, Gena, this ain't a good time or place to be."
"I'm your sister, Marty. Don't forget that. And I'm
sorry if the fact that I think this kid looks cute in
diapers interferes with your little hyped up cult over
there."
Everyone was silent, until finally Marty nodded. The
last thing he needed was his 17 « year old brilliant sister
going against him. "Just play by the rules."
Gena took the leash, and with Fred leading in front, we
walked up Main Street. "So, what is this?" asked Gena.
"We're teaching the Boys a lesson. It will be kind of
like a demonstration."
"Cool. I've always wanted to get back at my brother's
little cult. He took pictures of me naked and showed them to
everybody at that stupid fraternity. I wanted to kill him."
Fred smiled upon hearing this. "Hey, how about we draw some
attention."
"Good idea," said Stephanie.
With Gena yelling, "Sugar Hill Boys are loser who are
jealous of us right now!", we continued marching down main.
I was getting a bit nervous. Stephanie could see that, so
she put the pacifier in my mouth. At first, I thought this
would backfire. Then, something surprising happened. Matt
and about 20 kids marched along the sidewalk next to us,
watching.
"Figured y'all needed some help," he said, suddenly
eyeing Gena. "And with such hot marchers, why not." Gena
smiled, then took a pacifier out of one of the diaper bags
and shoved it in his mouth. He shrugged and left it there,
just enjoying the show.
Pretty soon, more and more of a crowd developed.
Finally, a police officer approached us. "What the hell is
going on here?"
"It's a parade."
"What kind of parade?"
"The kind that will get the Sugar Hill Boys in a lot of
trouble."
"Then by all means, continue."
A new section emerged in the crowds. There were several
older kids wearing diapers and baby clothes.
"Just like Halloween," Katie said. "Only there's no
candy."
"You got a point, little girl," Matt shouted from the
audience. "We need to turn it up! Hang on, I'll be back." I
had no idea what he was up to or why.
We were running out of momentum, until Matt Sabrien
would yet again prove to be helpful. He returned wearing no
shirt (it was pretty damn hot, I don't blame him), and
carrying a boombox, bags of chips and cans of soda. He
walked into the park, set stuff down on picnic tables, and
said, "Aight, let's get jiggy wit it."
"Hold it," said Dina (Matt's current girl). "Where you
get all this shit?"
"Your house, baby. That a problem?"
"Hell yes, I was saving this."
"I did you a favor. Now you won't have to ever bitch
about food going to waste."
"That does it, come with me. If you don't I can tell
everybody a couple of things you wouldn't want them
knowing."
Matt had a worried look on his face, something I'd
never seen in him before. "Aight, I'll be back."
The local news even got in on it. They approached us
and started asking questions, which Gena answered. "What
exactly is going on here?"
"It's a parade which gives people a chance to be a baby
for a day. It symbolizes freedom."
"I see. How did this start."
"It was originally a demonstration against the Sugar
Hill Boys."
"Does this bother you at all, Miss..."
"Gina Damasco, and no not really. If people want to try
a new fun way to dress up. It's almost like Halloween.
"Interesting. Who's idea was this?"
"My Dave's," Stephanie said pointing to me.
"Thank you for your time."
As much as the public was into this, there were also a
number of people shouting stuff like, "freaks!" and "grow
up, why don't ya." They were perfectly right, too.
A sight soon caught my attention. A truck was unloading
things at the far end of the park. A certain sign caught my
eyes, it read: Welcome to the 1st Annual Baby Parade,
brought to you by Kid Planet and Baby Universe. "Don is a
natural when it comes to getting attention," Steph said.
After a bit of unloading, Don himself stepped up to the
movable podium and said, "Hi, welcome all. My name's Don
Keegan, owner of Kid Planet and baby Universe. I welcome you
all to the 1st Annual Baby Parade. Feel free to have fun
learning about what it is like to be or take care of a baby.
And remember, please stop by Baby Universe for its grand
opening next week. Thank you."
Most of the crowds began to separate, watching the
demonstrations that Don had set up. So, what began as a
stand against a fraternity had turned into a town-wide
frenzy and a marketing exploit. "Anybody have any child care
questions?" asked Don. This guy really knew how to get stuff
going.
"How do you feed a baby without making a mess?" asked
one lady.
Stephanie motioned to her cousin that we would
demonstrate. We would? This was a little bit more then I had
hoped for. Relax, the people here think I'm a professional
at this, and am doing it only as a demonstration. They won't
know.
Stephanie picked me up and placed me into the highchair
that was setup. She made sure that I was properly strapped
in, and the tray was in position. Next, she tied a bib
around my neck and removed the pacifier. Next, she produced
a bowl of cereal and some baby silverware, positioning my
hands on a spoon and her hands on mine, she guided the spoon
slowly to my mouth. People clapped at the demonstration.
Little did they know I was very much used to this.
"How do you change a diaper?" a guy in his early 20's
(probably a single father) asked.
"Sorry, can't demonstrate that.." That was a relief.
"However, in the event that anybody here does need to be
changed, there are stalls with changing tables in them over
to the right."
Stephanie dragged me over there and changed me. A voice
from the next stall called, "hey, can you help me out."
Over in the next stall, Gina was attempting to change
Fred.
"Never done this before?" Steph asked.
"Not in a long time. Never mind, I'm startin' to
remember. Thanks anyway."
Gina took the pacifier out of Fred's mouth, and slid
down the plastic pants. "I forgot to ask you your name,
kid," she said.
"It's Fred."
"Sorry if I look down there, but its better then
sitting in your own piss, right?"
"Yeah. Hey, the view from here is pretty good." Fred
replied staring into Gena's bra. I was expecting him to get
smacked. Instead, he got the reply of "cute."
There was a bit of commotion in a corner of the park.
"Come back here, it's only to show you not to be
touchin' my stuff."
"Keep the fuck away from me bitch. And don't you ever
threaten me again or...."
"What you gonna do, your all talk."
"Hey, I know all about you too."
"Fair enough. So then why you hiding?"
I looked to see the mighty Matt Sabrien engaged in an
argument with his girlfriend. He spotted me and stared at me
as if to say, "This is all your fault Duncan and I'm going
to get your ass back for this."
Instead, his words were a bit different. "So you think
I'm hiding?" he said, a fiery glow in his eye. "Yo,
everybody listen up. I'm standing here wearing a diaper cuz
my girlfriend will start spillin' out my private life if I
don't. Well fuck that, I won't give her the chance. You want
to know stuff, you stupid fucks out there laughin' your
asses off at me, well I'll tell ya. I got arrested 7 times.
I'm prejudice against fat people. There, you happy? See, I'm
man enough to say it, what about you, bitch."
Dina looked really scared now. And actually, so did I.
This was the Matt Sabrien I knew from middle school, a
ruthless individual with a high sense of pride and
competitiveness. "Aright, fine. You won." She said, trying
to hide her fear. "But what you gonna say when the Sugar
Hill Boys get here?"
"Fuck them."
"No fuck you."
The argument continued until Matt whispered something
into Dina's ear, and the two of them disappeared into a
stall. They better not be trying to get intimate in public,
i thought. Intimate and Matt Sabrien in the same sentence.
What was I thinking. Then again, how well do I really know
this kid.
I was about to find out. Down the street came about 20
young men dressed in costumed attire. It was the Sugar Hill
Boys. Many people gave them a number of boos, but then a
police officer stepped in, "it is a public park, we can't
kick them out...yet."
"Thank you Detective Doughnut," said one of them
mocking the cop. "Exactly what the hell is going on here?"
Don explained the situation to them. "People, you've been
lied to. Here's what really happened. That Fred kid lost a
bet, and that is why he's dressed up like that. I don't know
why the rest of you sickos joined him, but this has nothing
to do with the fact that he lost a bet, and he has to pay by
public humiliation."
"Marty, get lost and leave him alone," said Gena.
"Nobody wants to hear you speak."
"So now your defending him. Do I sense a new boyfriend
for you?" Part of the crowd began to laugh. It seemed like
the whole situation could explode at any minute. "Look at
yourselves, people. Unless you got a serious medical
condition, you are actin like retards." He had a point, and
for one moment, I felt like deleting my entire summer and
starting it over again.
"Y'all better shut you mouth, boy," called Dimon. "Now
check dis up. Maybe if I Anita know, I'd agree wit you. But
last season, when you paid that Traylor kid to floor me
during the game, I almost snapped my damn spine. Had to wear
diapers for 2 weeks while I was recovering and you sons of
bitches were laughing. So, do them 2 weeks make me a
retard?" Now everybody was listening. "Y'all play to much,
and I ain't takin' it no more"
"Too bad, man, you could have been a member."
"You said that last time I did something for you.
Sides, I don't want your sorry ass club. I don't got time
for high school jokes when I'm tryin' to impress NFL scouts.
So cya." Now there was cheering.
"Aren't there any real men out there?" asked Marty.
"Hey Sabrein, what do you think of these losers?" This was
an interesting situation. Matt had enough power and quick
witt to destroy us all in one moment. Or he could stand up
and send the Boys running back to their frathouse.
"What do I think?" he said slowly walking toward the
group. "I think you should shut the fuck up and go home,
bitch. You stupid club's been playin' me out too long. You
been usin' me to get new candidates for membership, givin'
me the lie that I might get in one day. Yeah, I knew about
that. I also know your pissed off cuz sum high school kids
wrecked your little game. So what do you do, you try to help
your cause by callin' up sum witnesses, but they Anita on
your side. So, now who would be actin like babies?"
"C'mon, lets go. Enough wastin' our time here," said
Marty as they left.
Dina gave Matt a big kiss, and he said, "no problem, I
was waitin' to say that. But I couldn't have done it without
Dave Duncan." So I was hero for a day. Looks like my plan
paid off.
Chapter 5: Vacation!
Following that little escapade, I had to do a lot of
explaining to my parents;. Ultimately, I think they were
proud of me. One day after dinner, my dad approached me and
said, "Dave, it's time to plan vacation." At last. I had
been waiting a whole year for this.
"Where we looking this year, Dad?" I asked.
"New York, the Jersey Shore, then maybe north to the
New Hampshire White Mountains." This sounded really good.
Another chance to leave Massachusetts. Every year, what we
did is, we picked an area, then each of us picked out
several activities of our own interest. This way, everybody
always found something they wanted to do. "Well, you have
first pick, son."
I, of course, knew what I must ask my dad. When Jared
first mentioned it, I was pessimistic. But now, I knew I had
a legitimate chance. "New York...I, um, want to try to enter
the basketball tournament."
"Dave, that's an awful big thing.."
"I know, but if I advance a round, we get to stay in
New York free until I eventually lose or advance to the
nationals."
"We'll see."
Anyway, we went on picking events until I was
interrupted with a phone call. It was Steph. We exchanged
news. She too would be going to the jersey shore, however
only for a weekend. Katie, however, had the fortune of going
with her friend to Virginia. An idea then hit me. I asked
Stephanie if she wanted to go with me to NY/NJ/NH. She
seemed pretty excited, and after getting permission from her
parents, the deal was set on her side.
Now for the hard part. "Dad, can I bring somebody on
this vacation?"
"Hmm...depends."
"You let Jared go in the past, but he's going to Europe
this year...."
"And you'd be lonely?" asked my mom.
"Not really, I'd still see him at the Jersey shore like
every year. But I was thinking of bring Stephanie."
"Sure, I don't see why not. You can use some experience
traveling as a couple. I remember when your mother and I..."
"That's enough, dear."
I called Stephanie to tell her the good news. My
parents did stuff like reservations and budgeting while I
informed my friends. The good part is, we'd all meet up at
the jersey shore about the same date. People poured out of
this area like blood form a wound in summertime, and most of
them went Jersey.
Days past by pretty quickly until it was time for us to
get ready to leave. The day before hand was designated as
packing day, so we got to that. "David, I have to ask you a
serious question." Said my mom. I knew what it was. "Are you
about ready to give up being a baby."
I had thought this over. "No, not yet. When school
starts, maybe."
"That's fine. I only ask because its a bit of a hassle
for vacation."
"Don't worry, you'll have Stephanie to help."
"That's right. I am glad you have finally found
somebody."
"Me too."
I packed all my regular clothes and other stuff I was
taking away into a tote bag. My mom packed my diapers and
baby stuff separately. I was sent to bed extra early that
night, as we would be leaving early tomorrow.
The next morning, my mom woke me up extra early. I was
changed and fed as usual. In the car, I was put into my car
seat. We then drove by Stephanie's house and picked her up.
"Get enough sleep, Dave?" she asked.
"I hope so, I have to navigate." The route we were
taking purposely involved a lot of time driving and going
almost in circles for the point of `taking in scenery' as my
dad put it. Our first stop was New Hampshire. One of the
many advantages about my choice of lifestyle was I didn't
have to worry about holding it in for rest stops. If I had
to go, I just went in my diaper and forgot about it.
Stephanie looked almost annoyed at that convenience.
I helped lead us into southern New Hampshire. We were
making good time thus far. However, my breakfast caught up
to me and I pooped my diaper. Now I would have to wait for a
rest stop after all. "Let's see if you wet it also,"
Stephanie said checking me. It was soaked thoroughly, and
looked like it could leak. That being the case, Stephanie
pulled down my shorts, and rested a towel under me. I felt
pretty damn uncomfortable.
We finally found a rest stop, and I headed for the nearest
stall in the men's bathroom, almost not caring that I had no
shorts on. A thought then hit me that stopped me dead in my
tracks. How the hell am I going to do this? Changing myself
at this point would be rather difficult, and I sure as hell
am not going into the lady's room so Steph can change me.
"C'mon Dave." Or am I? "It's OK, nobody's here."
My diaper bag in hand, she led me into a stall in the lady's
room. There was a changing table there, but it was way to
small for me to possibly fit. Since nobody was around, she
led me back out of the stall, and changed my sodden diaper
on the floor. "Here's your shorts, wait for me outside," she
said. I put them on, and waited for her.
I was a bit hungry, so I fished some change out of my pocket
and bought myself a candy bar. "Want some?" I offered Steph.
"Sure. Thanks." The two of us rejoined my parents, and we
were back on the road. A bit more driving (some of it up the
twisty Kankamungas Highway that led into the mountains), and
we were finally there.
We checked in to the Millhouse Inn, a nice resort in the
middle of nowhere, right inside the town of Lincoln-
Woodstock. After we got to our room, we had to go back for
the luggage. "You two rest here, we'll get the luggage," my
dad said to Steph and mom. Once we were settled in, I asked
my girlfriend if she liked this so far.
"Definitely," she said. "I mean, on all my vacations, all we
do is boring stuff that only appeals to one person while
everyone else complains but me because I'm supposed to be
the neutral one." That was quite a mouthful.
"All right," my dad announced. "first we'll stop for lunch,
then we'll decided what we are inclined towards doing." This
place had a mall built right into it, and the mall had three
restaurants. After lunch, we got to work.
"What's in this area?" Steph asked me.
"Lot's of stuff, nothing real exciting or touristy, but for
fre.."
"David, watch your manners," my mom warned.
"Sorry. Anyway, they have this nature walk type thing called
the Flume..."
"Sounds interesting."
"A roadside attraction called Old Man of the Mountain."
"Pass."
"The tallest mountain east of the Mississippi, Mt.
Washington."
"Definitely."
"And the town of North Conway, consisting entirely of outlet
stores."
"Shopping? Yay, I'm there." So far, even if it was just the
fact that I would be spending the vacation with the person I
love (not that I don't love my parents), this was turning
out to be great.
"If we're going to be walking, I think I could use some
exercise."
"Good idea," said my mom.
We found the weight room, and got to work. For some reason,
every time I lifted, I thought of Matt Sabrien, last year,
laughing at me when I could barely bench 90 pounds and he
could easily do 120. Stephanie could tell I was getting
frustrated. "Don't worry Dave, you can still lift more then
me, if that makes you feel any better." It didn't.
After a little bit, we rode to the flume. It proved to be
interesting, containing a natural bridge, some words carved
in rock by George Washington, and best of all...caves, a
nice contrast to the hot weather outside. Our next stop was
the mountain.
I got a bit nervous looking at it, so Stephanie slipped a
pacifier into my mouth. We drove slowly up the twisted road
to the top. I wet my diaper when I stepped outside. First of
all, it was cold, maybe 50 degrees. Second, it was
unbelievable how high up we were. "This deserves a photo,"
my mom said. I was not one for pictures, but I agreed. I
doubt any of my friends would have the guts to even walk
around someplace this high.
When we got back to the motel, Stephanie changed my diaper
and gave me a bath. We were going out for Chinese, then to
the pool for a swim, then we were going to see Armageddon.
After eating a lot of low mein, I tended to the infamous
fortune cookie. I was shocked to find out what it read: you
have had luck to overcome hardship, now it is time for the
second phase, and be warned, evil takes all forms. Even
weirder, Stephanie got the exact same things. We decided to
forget about that twist of fate.
On our way back, we spotted a video arcade. My parents,
knowing me all too well, supplied me with quarters, and I
walked in. I offered Stephanie some of the quarters, but she
declined, saying she had little interest in these things. I
found Mortal Kombat 4, and nearly shuddered when I
remembered the last time I played it. After a couple of
rounds, I was defeated, and we returned to the motel.
I was changed into my swim diaper, and had flip flops put on
my feet. I could feel an oncoming surge of humiliation. I
prayed nobody in the pool would notice me. The sight of
Stephanie in a bathing suit soon cleared that thought from
my mind and replaced it with another one. "It's been awhile
since I had the opportunity to swim," she said.
"Well, here's your chance."
The pool was far from vacant, when we got there. The water
was a bit cool for a heated pool, but hey, I wasn't about to
complain. I climbed in, and watched a bunch of college aged
guys play a specialized version of volleyball. One of them
almost hit me in the head. When he turned to apologize, he
instantly noticed the diapers, and turned away from me so he
could laugh to himself. Soon other people were pointing at
me and giggling. One guy even went as far as to say, "no
babies in the pool." That's just great.
"Hey Dave," Steph said. "Race you to the other end."
I wasn't a great swimmer, but I had been ready to hit the
water for quite some time. I soon found out that even
without a lot of practice, Stephanie could severely out-swim
me. "That's OK, I used to work as a lifeguard part-time
until some stupid kids faked drowning just to get me to give
them mouth to mouth." We waited for my parents to finish
soaking in the hot tub before heading back to the room. I
was changed again, and we went across the parking lot to the
movie theater.
Armageddon lived up to the hype, it was a very well-made
movie. Of course, I had a couple of distractions while
watching. One was Stephanie, who I couldn't take my eyes off
of half the time. The other was my flooded diaper, which I
feared would leak. We returned to the room where my dad had
ordered a crib to be sent up. I was pretty worn out from a
day of excitement, so I was happy when I was re-diapered put
into my sleeper, and sent to bed.
I awoke the next morning having slept well. I was changed,
and we headed downstairs for breakfast. Half the day was
ours to spend shopping, the other half we would spend
getting to New York City. I got myself some new clothes, and
then waited with my father for Stephanie and my mom to
finish. My dad pointed out women always take longer. After
another half hour, we were set.
Time for New York, and a shot at the big game.
Chapter 6: Space Jam
"Have you ever been to New York?" I asked my
girlfriend.
"Once a long time ago, but I don't really remember it."
"This is my fourth time here."
"That's...ouch...nice."
"You aright?"
"No, I think I'm going to be sick."
We pulled over and found a rest stop. Stephanie re-
joined us with the diagnosis of car sickness. "This is
weird, its never happened before. Then again, I usually have
to here the sound of my sister arguing or my parents
arguing, so maybe the sound of the road noise is finally
starting to get to me?"
"Looks that way."
"Hey Dave?"
"Yeah dear?"
"Can I borrow one of your diapers, like in case I
suddenly just can't hold it anymore."
"Sure."
She disappeared to put it on, then returned. We were
back on our way. "You all right, Stephanie?"
"Fine now, Mrs. Duncan. Just a bit of car sickness."
"You can call me Mary. And if there's anything we can
do, let us know."
"That's really nice of you, but I'm fine now. I
borrowed one of Dave's diapers jut in case."
"Good idea."
After awhile, we stopped for lunch. We got strange
looks when I was given my bottle, right there in the
restaurant. Stephanie made another run at the bathroom. I
felt sorry for her, I hope she's OK. She returned saying she
was, and we continued. After an hour, she said she was
starting to not feel well again. I suggested putting on some
music. It worked for awhile. "Don't feel embarrassed." My
mom said. "If you have to go, go. Your no less of a person."
"Jim Lincoln, my foster father would disagree with you
there, Mary, but thanks."
"Well, he's not here right now darling, and he won't
bother you again."
We stopped at a Burger King for a late lunch, and I was
changed in the bathroom. A few people looked at me weird,
but nobody said anything. The remainder of the car ride was
long and slow, and I fell asleep. I was woken up by my
girlfriend when we reached New York. After a tiring day, we
checked into the hotel. It was now late in the night, and I
wasn't really hungry, so I was given a bottle and sent to
sleep. Tomorrow, I would resume being an adult.
I got up early the next morning, showered and changed.
I wore my Antoine Walker jersey, shorts, and of course a
diaper. Since it was vacation, I didn't think my mom would
mind. Indeed she didn't, but she reminded me to be well
behaved. After breakfast that day, we went to sign me up for
the tournament. There were a lot of kids there, all from
different age groups and ethnicity's. I got in line, and
waited until I was given an application. I filled it out,
and let my dad take care of the rest. We would have to check
back tomorrow to find out if I made it or not.
The rest of the day was spent sight-seeing. I saw the
top of the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building
as well as the Metropolitan Museum of Natural History. We
stopped at Central Park, and walked around. There was a game
of street basketball in progress, so I watched inner city
kids storm the court. One of them asked me to play. "No
thanks," I said.
"Go for it, Dave," urged Steph.
"OK, sure." I said.
"I'm Tony Tarino," said the kid. "This here's Waydell
Stewart, Cesar Motez, and Kiko Spikes. We're all from the
City. Those kids over there are Thomas Roosevelt, Manny
Gonzalez, and Bob Abrigal. They're foreigners here for the
tournament, and your on their team. You any good kid?"
"I'm Dave Duncan, and not really, but I'll play anyway
and get better."
"Good attitude," Tony said laughing.
The ball was checked and soon I found myself in a tidal
wave of activity. There was yelling and shouting, shoving
and pushing, and a whole lot of running and shooting. I
barely touched the ball 2 seconds. Then, Thomas, the kid who
looked more like Bill Gates then a basketball player got a
break, and passed it to Bob, who gave it to me. I found
myself in a tough spot. I couldn't press forward anymore,
but I had to shoot. So unleashed my jumper, and watched it
go in. Final score 20-20. Stephanie gave me a big hug, and
we all applauded each other.
"Hey Tony, who's that wise-ass kid?" said a big kid
with a mustache.
"Dave Duncan, he's got skills."
"We'll see about that."
"That's my cousin Benny, he's got a temper, " Tony
explained. "Yo, if your lookin' for a place to eat, check
out my family's restaurant about a block form here. It's
Italian, and it's good."
I conferred with my parents, and we worked out an
agreement. Steph and I would eat with our new-found friends
while my parents would "take in the city." Tony was quite
right when he said that his family's restaurant was Italian
and good. I had some of the best pasta and fresh-baked
breadsticks in existence there. After the meal, we started
talking about the tournament. During the conversation, I
cold feel tension building in my bowels, and knew that I had
to use my diaper. I tried my bets not to move and said as
little as possible. Finally, it was time to meet my parents
back at the motel. As I got up, I released a large load.
Nobody noticed (at least if they did, they didn't say
anything), but Benito gave me an odd stare. I was so glad to
get out of there.
I felt awkward walking up and down the streets of New
York City in a poop-filled diaper with only my girlfriend at
my side, so I remained as quiet as I could be.
"Anything wrong?" Steph asked me.
"I need to be changed," I said quietly. I felt very
self-conscious saying such a thing in public, even though
there was nobody I knew. I only prayed nobody noticed. We
walked back to the motel and found my parents waiting. Once
in the room, Stephanie set out my supplies and changed my
diaper. It really stunk, and I was glad to get it off me.
"Tony seems pretty cool," Steph said.
"Yeah, and he's really good too."
"Too bad you'll have to be playing against him."
A sharp realization just hit me: the tournament was
grouped by state, so I would indeed be playing against Tony.
I tried to overlook that thought and went to sleep.
The next morning when I returned to where the sing-up
was held, all hell broke loose. Apparently, the formation
was changed at the last minute: we would get to choose
teams! At first I thought this would be a golden opportunity
to play with Tony, but then again, he already is friends
with kids much better then me. When I saw that Tony was
already with a group of 5 kids, I god discouraged. Suddenly,
he called out, "Hey Dave!"
"Yeah?"
"Come here, we need a 6th."
I more then gladly complied. We now had a dynamite
squad of Tony, Benny, Thomas, Bob, Kiko, and myself. We
agreed to practice later that day. I was overjoyed!
Later that day, I started to get ready to practice at
the court where I first met my comrades. I took a shower,
and then made a decision. This tournament could influence my
future, so why cling to my past? Why remain a baby? I felt
now was time to grow up, even if it's only for now. I
rummaged through luggage until if found a cup and a pair off
boxers. It felt very weird to be wearing normal underwear
after such a long period of time.
I originally didn't feel like telling anybody about my
decision, but my mom noticed right away. "I feel that this
is something I have to do to move forward," I explained.
"It's my future, mom."
"Okay, dear, and I'm not doing anything to get in your
way. Just remember that wearing diapers for so long might
have had an effect on you."
This thought nearly caused me to change my mind, but I
shrugged it off and finished getting ready.
Stephanie gave me a kiss on the cheek. "For good luck,"
she said. I was ready.
I was the last to arrive at the court. Benny harassed
me about my tardiness, and we started getting to work.
Passing drills, shooting drills, and dribbling drills. There
was a lot of argument and confusion which distracted me
during the practice. So much that I nearly ignored my
bladder. I quickly found a bathroom and relived myself. I
was determined to let nothing get me down. Not my teammates,
and not my body.
The second half of practice went a lot better, there
was more communication and more effort. Everything looked
positive until we got company. Manny, Waydell, Caesar, and 3
kids who introduced themselves as Claudio, Rashad, and Joe
entered the court.
"Yo, we got court," said Benny.
"Not no more you don't," said Waydell.
"Yeah, bounce, SA," said Caesar.
"I'll kick your fuckin' ..."
"Don't do something stupid," said Thomas.
"Hey, how about we play for court?" I asked.
"Good idea," said Bob. It was agreed, and everybody
supported it accept for Benny.
"If we lose cuz of you, I'll kick your ass."
The next 15 minutes were pure turmoil. The game went
back and forth until they decided then that they would win.
They shoved and jammed their way to easy points, adding
taunts along the way. Everybody was bitter towards everybody
else on our team, and as a result, we never got it back
together. Finally, I was called in to sub for Bob at
shooting forward. Benny and Tony got us some quick points,
but they landed a few 3's to catch up. Finally, Manny
dropped the ball, literally.
I picked it up, and chaos struck. My teammates were
greedily calling for a pass. My opponents were closing in on
me. I was trapped. "Up and off," I shouted, recalling
something from practice. I set myself to launch the ball off
the backboard when all of the sudden, Waydell knocked into
me, sending me flying right to the floor. He brushed by me
for an easy FG.
"What the fuck was that?" asked Benny, in his usual
temperament.
"Man, I thought I could trust you," Tony said. This
really hurt, and almost brought me to tears.
"I...I..," I mumbled looking for words. None came, but
instead a hot bush of urine filled my underwear and soaked
the front of my pants.
"Look at your shorts," said Kiko. I was so upset at
that point that I just stormed out of there.
My parents were a little disappointed in the way I
handled the situation, and gave me a cold stare. At least
Stephanie was there for me. "It's OK," she said. "That stuff
happens." I decided to go to bed early that night, and only
prayed that I could get back on track.
I woke up feeling a bit relieved. There was a
tournament today, and I was going to play whether people
liked it or not. I took a shower, but this time decided to
wear a diaper.
"It's a good thing too," said my mom. "Because we
wouldn't have you not wear one." She powdered me heavily,
then took not one, but two diapers and put them on me. Next,
she took a roll of masking tape and ran it one full length
around the diapers. Finally, she gagged me with a pacifier
and bound my hands and wrists and tucked me into bed. "This
isn't a punishment, this is helping you. Now get some rest."
I had little choice, and indeed doze off.
When I woke up, I looked at the time and nearly
panicked. Stephanie came and untied me. She changed my
soaked diapers, then took what must have been 4 or 5 diapers
and put them all on me. She taped these very thoroughly and
tightly. "Why so many?" I asked.
"Well, you can't wear a cup with a diaper on, and
that's one place I would definitely not want to see you
hurt." At first, I could barely walk with these diapers,
they kept dragging me down. Finally, Stephanie produced a
pair of plastic pants, and put those on me. Next, she put a
regular undershirt on me, then an onesie. I wasn't able to
fit into my shorts, but my dad, always prepared, had gotten
me a bigger pair. Next, I pulled on the basketball jersey
provided with the registration fee. My dad intentionally got
it very large and very long. I felt very safe and secure,
and comfortable like this. I was also thankful that the
place where the tournament was going to be held was air
conditioned.
"You gonna cheer-lead for me?" I asked Steph.
"Well, I'm not the cheer-leading type," she said. "But
for you, sure. By the way, I', borrowing one of your diapers
again, I don't want to miss a second of seeing you play. And
finally, no matter what, I still love you."
"I love you too." I gave her a kiss this time, then
stood up. I felt tall, confident, and eager to play. And the
best part: my ass didn't bulge out the way I expected it
too. From any normal angle, it just looked like I added a
few pounds to me otherwise thin body.
I got there and found my whole team waiting for me. We
all apologized and settled our differences, and got ready to
play. There would be 3 games, with 30 minute break between
each. Our first opponents I didn't recognize. I started on
the bench, and watched from there, calling out words of
inspiration and advice as the game progressed. We were up
55-37 at the half. I was coming on and off the bench, and
took over full-time for Bob the second half.
"That's OK," he said. "You doing a better job then me
anyway." We went on to trounce the team 115-97. I had 15
points, and my diapers were dry except for perspiration.
I took to the bench and sipped some Gatorade. Stephanie
yelled out some words of confidence, and we hit the court. I
was in full time at small forward, with Bob filling in once
or twice for Kiko. This team was a bit harder, but they lost
their edge quick. 112-80 final, I notched 23.
As it turned out, the final game was against our rivals
from yesterday. I was told respectfully to sit the bench for
this one, and watched the blood feud carry on. It was head-
for-head early on. Benny caught fire, and got a couple of
points and a couple of warnings form the ref. Late in the
half, I was still on the bench, and we were up by two. It
came down to a minute left when Waydell got an elbow in at
Benny behind the ref.'s back. This was bad for several
reasons.
Since the ref. didn't see it, nothing was called. Being
it late in the half, no subs could be made, so Benny acted
OK to keep on going. They tied it up though, and put us in a
bad situation. "We're fucked!" said Benny.
"Yeah," seconded Thomas.
"Wait a minute," said Bob. "Put in Dave at center."
"What?" Benny exclaimed. "The kid's a shrimp!"
"No offense, but he's right," said Tony.
"No, he looks bigger then yesterday, somehow," said
Thomas.
"Son of a bitch, your right," said Tony.
"Aright. Duncan, win this one," Benny said. Time to do
or die.
We took the court, and I waited for the ball to be
dropped. I peed into my diaper out of anxiety, and looked at
the grimacing face of my opponent. I won the drop, and was
quick on the pass. We racked up 2, but they put our D to
work. It was pretty rough for both sides early one, and we
got a bit dirty. Every time we tried to take a lead, they
cut it back down. Finally, the inevitable happened, and they
tied it off of a disputed call.
We took the bench. Tony asked me for some kind of
strategy, and I poured out my mind to him. He approved, and
we took a few moments to breathe. I emptied the remainder of
my bladder into my thick diapers, and took the court again.
This time, we out-witted them. Even Kiko and Bob, who
were generally quiet, played them out royally. It was my
turn to add to the insult when Waydell trucked me from
behind. I went flying to the ground, and landed right on my
ass. Without diapers, it would have hurt. It literally
scared the shit out of me, and caused me to soil my diapers
as well as wet them. Waydell was promptly tossed by the
ref., and a pressure situation ensued.
I had very little time to take my free throws. Not to
mention, I was a bit distorted from the hit. I took a deep
breathe and waited. I saw Stephanie looking on from the
stands. She gave me a smile, and that was all I needed. I
hit both free-throws with precision accuracy, my trademark,
and we won!
We instantly took the bench and got crazy, pouring
water over each other, wrestling each other to the ground.
"Yo, Dave," Tony said. "First, you gain bulk over 1
day, then you get right back up after that hit. You gotta
tell us how, man."
"I can't."
"Aright, tell just me."
I waited until after the rest of the team walked out
and explained. "Don't laugh at this."
"Aright."
"I have some bladder control problems, so I wear
diapers. They are good padding, and they make me look
bigger, too."
Tony tried his best not to laugh, but finally gave in.
"That's the funniest thing I've ever heard. A 15 year old
kid wearing diapers! But that's OK, it's cool"
"Thanks for understanding."
Stephanie came down form the stands and hugged me. My
parents both told me they were proud. I felt pretty good.
As we were walking back, the smell of my dirty diaper
filled the air. There was nothing I could do about it. When
we got back to the motel room, Stephanie slid her hand down
the first diaper and felt around. It was a bit wet. She
didn't feel like changing this one, so she left it to my
mom. My mom set me down on the changing pad, and with some
scissors, cut away the tape. She untaped each diaper
individually, and finally took all of them off. Next, she
wiped my messy but thoroughly, and suggested I take a
shower. I did so, and was powdered and put into a single
diaper.
That night, Stephanie and I celebrated with Tony over
dinner. So far, I had work, I had play, and now the only
part missing form my vacation was "chill time." What better
place for it then the Jersey shore?
To Be Continued...