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HEALING DUNCAN           PART 3        
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 7: Beach Boys
"You ever been to the beach?" I asked Stephanie.
"Once," she said. "When I was really young."
"Is going there going to bring back any bad memories?"
"No, I'm actually looking forward to it. It might
replace bad memories with good ones."
We got to the beach by mid-afternoon. As every year, we
shared a beach house with Jared and his family. What I
didn't know was that this year, Fred and Brian and their
families were also staying in the area. It was quite a
surprise when I was walking down the boardwalk, and heard,"
Hey Dave!"
"What are you guys doing here?"
"I didn't tell you cuz I thought you'd freak," Jared
said with a smile.
"This is great!" I said.
"Not really," Brian said. "You aren't going to believe
who else is here."
Before I could think about it, I was grabbed from
behind. A large quantity of sand was dumped into my diaper.
I was then given a kick on the butt that sent me flying
forward into the sand. "Duncan, what a surprise." Matt
Sabrien gave his greeting e in a less then formal way.
"Sorry about that, I was just playing with you," he
said. I noticed his usual friends, as well as some menacing-
looking kids I didn't know were with him. "Anyway, meet me
down by the Rock at midnight, I'm having a phat party
there." He walked away and left us wondering.
"Anything Matt Sabrien's up to can't be good," Brian
said.
"True," Jared and I agreed.
"Hey, a party's a party," Fred said. "I'm going."
There was no stopping Fred once he had his mind set. I
decided to join Stephanie in getting a tan. I mentioned the
party to her. "Doesn't sound to good," she said. We walked
back to the house, and she changed my diaper. I was given a
bottle and told to take a nap.
Later that day, my parents confronted me. "We've been
talking with Jared's parents, and we don't want either of
you going to that party. It could be dangerous."
"OK," I said. However, I had an ulterior motive. Why
were my parents taking this much caution? Did they know
something that I didn't? I brought this up with Jared and
Stephanie, and we agreed to check it out from a distance.
That night, we crept out and walked up a hill, giving
us a view from above. At the rock, many people were
gathered. Some were smoking, some had surf boards. Music was
blaring loudly form a boombox, and I could see Fred standing
there looking confused. Matt was in the middle of it all,
and yelled for everybody to shut up. "Suicide Summer, here
we go!" he yelled.
Suicide Summer? I watched as he grabbed a surfboard and
jumped from the rock into the water, doing a 360 along the
way. "Try and beat me!" I watched with terror as several
people followed him. I hoped Fred had the common sense not
to try. Then again, this was Fred. I watched as he nervously
stepped forward and grabbed the surfboard. He mounted it,
and plunged into the water. I was surprised, but he was
actually safe! So it seemed.
Suddenly, Fred started crying for help. I could make
out a figure right behind him in the water.
"Shark!" someone called.
Matt spit out his beer, and shouted, "Fuck no, dumbass.
It's a dead body!" He pulled Fred out of the water, and they
ran away. I was about to join them when the "dead" body got
up and ran away.
"What the fuck was that?" Jared asked.
"I don't know, but I'm scared," said Steph.
I was to, and I began sweating and wetting my diaper.
Finally, Jared and I mustered up enough courage to go down
and investigate. We saw a gold watch lying in the sand.
"My stepfather owned a watch like that," Stephanie said
with fear.
"Let's get out of here!" I suggested. We retreated to
the house, and sneaked in. Our parents assumed that we had
no part of it, and told us to watch out. There was turmoil
all across the beach. Finally, Brian came forth and told the
police everything they needed to know. Now they were looking
for Matt Sabrien, who was nowhere to be found, to question
him about a supposed corpse, who was also nowhere to be
found. I decided to just shut up about this, maybe talk
about it tomorrow.
After the chaos settled, Stephanie changed my diaper
and put me in my sleeper. We slept close to each other. I
sucked on my pacifier to gain a non-existent sense of
safety. Suddenly, I heard a loud knock on my window. I
slowly got up to investigate when the knock didn't go away.
Matt Sabrien appeared, drenched with rain and looking
scared. He temporarily ignored my attire, and said with
desperation in his voice, "Look, whatever happens, you did
not see me there. I could go to jail for this!"
"Aright, I won't tell unless I have to," I replied. He
ran off quickly, presumably looking for some place to hide.
I didn't get much sleep that night.
The next morning, I woke up and found each of my
friends. The four of us, plus Stephanie made a pact to keep
this secret as long as possible. Then we awaited the wrath
of our parents. Mine gave me a lecture, as did Jared's and
Brian's. Fred's shouted at him, and decided to give him a
punishment. They stopped by our house to borrow some
diapers, presumably to be used on Fred.
I cursed the gods of parental communication, as after a
bit of discussion and deliberation, we all had to spend time
more or less grounded. This time, it wasn't really because
one of us did anything wrong, it was a safety measure to
prevent us form doing so.
After I had heard this, I frowned in disgust. My mom
checked my diaper, and to my surprise, I had wet it. She was
right, wearing diapers for this long had indeed effected my
bladder. She removed the wet diaper, cleaned me up, and put
several diapers and taped them thoroughly as before. Over
this, she put some plastic pants. She tied a bib around my
neck (part of the punishment), and put the pacifier in my
mouth. In this condition, I felt very exposed. I was then
told to walk down the adjoining walkway to Fred's house.
When I got there, Fred was sitting on the floor wearing
nothing but a diaper, which was thoroughly taped to him.
Brian and Jared were also there, dressed normally. I took
off my pacifier and looked bleakly at the floor. "This
majorly sucks!" said Fred in discontentment.
"Agreed," the three of us nodded in unison.
"Well, not for you Dave. Your probably enjoying this!"
Fred yelled at me.
"Come on, give me a break. Don't get pissed at em for
being who I am."
"Well, I am pissed!," he continued. "And...wait a
minute, I have an idea."
"Not another one!" Brian said disapprovingly.
"Let's have a wrestling match. Me and you, Dave."
"OK, but why?"
"Look at what we're wearing!"
"I don't think the garments worn by the Japanese
athletes are diapers, but they do bear close resemblance.
Aright, I'm game." We cleared an area in the room to which
we were confined, and took stance. Jared and Brian would be
our judges, and Fred and I would be the combatants. I gave
Fred a nod, and we went at it.
He lunged at my mid-section, and knocked me backwards.
He started punching me (not too hard) on the chest. I picked
him up, and bare hugged him. I jumped to the ground, pinning
him. He smacked me in the face and got back up. I used my
legs to trip him. While he was down, I mounted a chair and
jumped off of it. He caught me with an elbow to the ribs
that seriously hurt!
I put aside the pain and started throwing hooks to his
head. He grabbed my leg, and spun me around. I came crashing
to the floor, but rolled away before he elbow dropped me. He
pulled me up by my bib, and put me in a position to pile-
drive me. Brian and Jared were cheering him on. Using all
his strength, he picked me up. Before he could drop me back
down, I head butted him in the crotch.
A look of anguish came over his face, and we both
dropped to the floor. "I'm glad I'm wearing a diaper, or
that really would have hurt!" Fred said. We both got up,
only this time Fred was scared. He tried to run away, but I
grabbed him by his diaper, and slammed his ass to the floor.
Once again, he was thankful for the extra padding on him.
I figured it was time to end this so I re-mounted the
chair and leapt. I came crashing down right on top of Fred,
only he was able to roll em off. Using all his strength, he
was able to get himself standing. He stood over me like he
was about to attempt a bonsai drop, a very painful move
indeed. He froze for a moment, then paused before
announcing, "Bonsai!"
Fred landed right on my chest. The impact didn't really
hurt that much, but the smell did. It had occurred to me
that Fred had pooped in his diaper right before he performed
the move. I closed my mouth and rolled forward, pushing him
down. I grabbed his leg, and locked it around mine. Finally,
I turned his body over and leg dropped him with my free leg.
He cursed aloud in pain, the let me pin him for the 3 count.
"You were lucky," he said with a smile.
"You bastard, I can't believe you did that!"
"Had to, man."
Speaking of which, I released a stream of urine into my
own diaper, and enjoyed the feeling for a moment. Just then,
Stephanie walked in. "I thought you guys might be bored or
something. That, and I'm still kind of scared about last
night."
"Don't worry," I said soothingly. "It's over."
"So, what's going on here anyway."
"We all got pissed at each other and decided to wrestle
it out."
"You couldn't find a more peaceful solution."
"I guess fighting's just a thing that men can
appreciate, right guys?"
They caught my drift, and nodded accordingly. Stephanie
laughed, then said, "We'll see about that. I'll take on all
of you."
Now I regretted doing that. I didn't want my girl
friend getting hurt in anyway, so I asked her to let me
help. "Fine, me and Dave versus all of you."
Fred started laughing uncontrollably, until I kicked
him and he shut up. "Your not going to like the rules," he
said.
"What are they?," Steph asked.
"This is strip wrestling. That means everybody here
strips to either underwear or in me and Dave's case,
diapers. That's the only rule."
"But I'm a girl, you cant expect em to wrestle 3 guys
in just me underwear."
I decided to add my 2 cents at this time. "You wanted
the challenge, here it is. Oh yeah, and if anybody tries to
do anything on her, I'll kick their ass for real. Handle
this maturely. Understood?"
Everybody nodded and Stephanie, and Jared all stripped
to just underwear, while Brian remained clothed as the ref.
I had to kick Fred repeatedly to keep his mind out of the
gutter around my girlfriend. Fred and I took the ring, while
our teammates waited at the corner of the ring. We began
resuming our brawl from before with renewed vigor and
strength.
Fred decided to win this one by any mean possible. He
spit in my eyes, kicked me repeatedly in several painful and
delicate areas, and dragged me by my hair over to the
corner. Next, he gagged me with, held me down flat on my
stomach the bib and tagged Jared. Jared mounted the chair,
and leapt off. He landed right on my stomach. Next, he began
applying the ultra-painful Boston Crab. I would have given
up had not Stephanie yelled at Brian to do his job. Brian
accordingly ordered Jared to back off. I took the bib out of
my mouth, and at her assistance, tagged Stephanie.
She whispered to Jared that she wanted a shot at Fred,
and he complied. Once in the ring, Fed taunted and teased my
girlfriend. It was Stephanie's peaceful good nature that
made it hard for her to fight back. Eventually, Fred made an
error by walking right up to her. She sneaked him in the
face and proceeded to deliver knee-blows to the abdomen.
Next, she locked him in her legs, and began to give him a
spanking. This was hilarious, as for awhile Fred could do
nothing. He finally kicked out and tagged in Jared. At this
point, Brian declared Royal Rumble, and we all started going
ballistic on each other. In the end, it was declared a draw.
"You OK?" I asked Steph.
"Yeah fine. Thanks for saving me back there."
"Thanks for not letting Fred cheat his way to victory."
"Feel like hanging around any longer?" I asked.
"No thanks, but I'll be back later. By the way, is your
diaper dry?"
I knew telling the truth would cause me to depart form
my friends, so I lied and said no. After Stephanie left, I
pooped in it, and wet it so more. In a way, I felt fortunate
yet unfortunate under the same breath. After awhile, it got
uncomfortable. I then remembered that I was restricted to
stay here, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Fred's parents emerged a little later. "How are you
boys doing?" she asked.
We all nodded OK. Fred's father, a big, tall guy looked
over us and nodded with contempt. Finally, he approached
Fred and said.
"Looks like there's no reason to bring out the belt on
you, Freddie. But you might want to go to your mother about
changing that diaper of yours." Fred turned bright red at
this, and quietly approached his mother about it. I sat down
and watched TV with Brian and Jared while Fred had his
diaper changed in the other room. Finally, I mustered up
enough courage to ask Fred's mother is she could change me.
She agreed and led me into the bedroom. I took position
on the bed while she cut away the tape then wiped me clean.
I was powdered, then a fresh diaper was put on me and taped
up. I returned to my friends to see Fred making his way
toward the door.
"I thought I told you were grounded," his mom said.
"The whole reason I went to the party in the first
place is because you wouldn't let me do anything! I'm not a
kid anymore, so stop treating me like it."
"If your not a kid, then why must you complain about
every little thing. In other words, why must you act like
one."
Fred just grumbled something and walked outside in
utter defiance. "This is no different from when you were 4,"
Fred's moms aid grabbing him. He had enough sense not to hit
her, even though he definitely could have. Right in front of
us, she un-taped his diaper and gave him a thorough
spanking. Next, she re-fastened the diaper with several
layers of masking tape. She then put a laxative in a baby
bottle and forced it into his mouth. The bottle was replaced
by a pacifier, and he was carried while kicking and
attempting to yell into the bedroom and tucked in. "Sorry
about that," she apologized.
I remembered several similar scenarios when Fred was 4.
He always had a very quick temper. He also had a minor
learning disability that caused him to act on rash
decisions. It also delayed his potty training, so that he
still wore diapers full time at age 3 «, and to bed at 4.
And what does he do about these problems? He develops a
sense of humor as a defensive weapon and takes risks instead
of applying himself seriously. Unbelievable, but he was
after all my friend and a general good person.
After awhile, I heard a bit of a panic outside.
Finally, Stephanie came over and notified us of what was
going on. I in turn approached Fred, who had woken up form
his mandatory nap and said, "Matt Sabrien has been
arrested."
For the next few days, the whole incident healed
itself. I never heard what happened to Matt, but I enjoyed
my time at the beach nonetheless. Maybe even more so, as
Matt was a troublemaker. Stephanie had the best time that
she could ever recall, and our relationship drew closer. At
last, it was time to go home, so I said goodbye to my
friends and we returned to Massachusetts with the knowledge
that whatever happened, this would be one unforgettable
summer. For me anyway.
Chapter 8: I Don't Want to Grow Up, I'm A Toys-R-Us Kid
I felt like the whole summer was a whole big roller
coaster, and I was now, reluctantly getting off. When I got
home from vacation, it was nearly September, and nearly time
for school. My parents were the first to alert me of this
fact.
"David, dear, you know it's almost time for school?" my
mom asked.
"Yes?"
"You know some changes will have to be made."
This scared me. Would I have to give up my diapers?
Then again, what if I kept them and everyone found out?
Either way, I was doomed. Luckily, my parents were way ahead
of me on this one.
"I know what your probably thinking, and don't worry,
we have an idea."
I listened to my parents spill out their idea, and I
liked it. Starting the first day of school, I would no
longer be treated like a baby, but a toddler instead. I
would still wear diapers and baby clothes at home, but I
would wear training pants and normal clothes to school. I
wouldn't sleep in a crib anymore or suck on a pacifier. I
wouldn't drink form a bottle, but from a sippy cup instead.
It seemed like giving up a lot to me, but I knew deep down
inside that it would be for the best.
There was one stipulation though. If at any point I got
into trouble, it would be back to being a baby for a long
time. Of course, my parents said I could still be a baby on
weekends if that was what I wanted. All and all, I wound up
agreeing to this.
As much as I was going through, Stephanie was going
through twice as much.
"I'm kind of scared about highs school," she said. "One
false move anywhere could ruin you for 4 years!"
"Relax, it's not that bad," I said. "Besides, you still
have me."
"True," she said. "And your better then anything in the
world at getting my self confidence up."
It was two days before school started, and it was my
last day being a baby. I relished it from beginning to end.
From diaper change to diaper change, and from bottle to
bottle. To me it was heaven.
The day before school was my `practice' day as a
toddler. I was woken up around 7:00. My mom took off my
diaper and told me to take a shower. Afterwards, I was given
my training pants to put on. They were cotton, and from a
distance resembled normal underwear. I put them on, and
found them to be very comfortable. Not as thick as a diaper,
yet still comforting.
I finished getting dressed and walked downstairs for
breakfast. My mom gave me some cereal and some juice in a
sippy cup. I drank and ate then brushed my teeth. I noticed
that my teeth were nearly crooked, probably from drinking
form a bottle for so long!
After awhile I could feel myself having to pee. It was
almost as if the minute I was out of a diaper, I remembered
how to control my bladder. I didn't notice fast enough,
however, and ended up wetting my training pants. I was all
of the sudden somewhat embarrassed by this, and didn't say
anything.
My mom came by alter and asked me if I hod gone potty
yet. I told her no, and then she asked me if I had an
accident. I nodded. She just grinned, then took off my
training pants. Then she told me to go to the bathroom and
wait for her.
As I expected, there was a potty seat in the bathroom.
My mom told me to sit on it and see if I could go. It was
somewhat miserable, but after sitting for 5 minutes, I was
able to clean out my system.
My mom then handed me another pair of training pants
and I put them on. I then looked over my summer reading
assignment. I wanted to make sure I did a good job in case I
had a really strict teacher this year.
Following this was lunch, which was for me a bowl of
Campbell's soup and a cup of milk. I was pretty full after
lunch and knew I would have to go soon. I stood near the
bathroom, as I didn't really want to have another accident.
My body gave me little notice, but it was time enough to get
into the bathroom and out again. My mom was pleased with
this improvement.
A little later, I got a phone call. It was Jared, and
he wanted to know if I could come over. I asked my mom, and
she said OK. I told Jared this, and was about to hang up the
phone when my mom asked to speak to Jared's mom. They've
been good friends for the same time Jared and I have, so
this was by now customary.
I picked up a few things that I wanted to show my
friend and walked right on over there. Jared was sitting on
the steps waiting for me.
"Hi," I said.
"Hey."
"Last day of summer. I can't believe it."
"Me neither."
I was interrupted when a beautiful college-age girl
emerged form the house. Now who could this be, I thought.
Could be Jared's sister who I haven't seen in a few years
since she is in college. But if that's the case, she's
really changed.
"God Dave, you look like you just saw the Devil or
something." Now I knew it was her.
"Carla?"
"Nice to see you."
"I forgot to tell you, she got back yesterday," said
Jared.
"How's college?" I asked her.
"It's OK, up and down mostly." This seemed almost
amazing. Carla Woods, since I met her had been conceited,
arrogant, and boisterous. This seemed like a totally
different person. Then again, I'm a totally different
person! "You guys want some lemonade?"
"Yeah," said Jared.
"Make that 2."
She retreated back into the house to get it. "Your
sister's really changed a lot," I said.
"Yeah, I know," he replied. "Maybe it's because of the
baby."
"What?!"
He suddenly turned red. "I wasn't supposed to tell
anybody because it was a private sort of thing, but Carla
got pregnant when she was in college, two years ago
actually. My parents were initially pissed about it, but
then they realized it changed her. Made her responsible and
mature. So it's for the best, I guess."
I was still in shock when Carla came back out. "Here
you go."
"Thanks," I said. Jared said nothing. Perhaps he still
didn't forgive her for the sibling rivalry they had way back
when.
"So, you doing sports in clubs next year?" I asked
Jared.
"Yeah, Key Club and maybe Track."
"Sounds great. I might try FLBA and maybe basketball."
"You'd be crazy not to, Dave."
"You mean that? Thanks."
"Dave, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"What are you going to do about...well, you wearing
diapers."
I turned slightly red at this, and in a low voice
replied, "I'm working on that. Working on stopping that."
"You know, I never understood why you were like that,
but you know it never really bothered me. It's not worth
arguing over, but I'm glad your working on stopping that."
"Even if it's only for school, so am I. I even have
training pants on right now."
"I just wish I could get Tina up to that point," said a
voice from behind. I jumped about 2 feet into the air when
Carla said that. Then I turned red again and was almost
about to cry. "Relax, I was told about that by your mom form
my mom."
"Why would she tell you?"
"Because she wanted me to help train you, that's all."
"What?!"
"Look, for somebody who's been in diapers for a few
months, your doing pretty good. However, school's tomorrow,
and unless you want everyone to see a big wet spot on the
front of your pants, I suggest you let me help."
"You know about this, Jared?" I asked.
"No. But I did hear them talking, and I had a feeling
it wasn't going to be good. That's what I was going to tell
you."
"At any right, come with me, kid," Carla said, taking
my hand. She led me inside the house, and Jared followed at
a distance. Once inside, I caught glimpse of Jared's mother,
who said hi, and Carla's daughter, who waved. "Off with the
pants," she said.
I looked at her, and after observing the severity of
her expression, took my pants off, exposing my white
training pants. My pants were immediately confiscated.
"Drink up," she said, handing me a glass. Must contain some
kind of laxative, I thought.
"Now here's the rules," she said. "One: you will be
checked every half hour. If you've used the training pants,
we'll deal with you. If not, then it's 5 minutes in the
bathroom until you do something. No rewards, no punishment
beyond that. Got it? Good."
I nodded, relieved. Some of the fiction that I gathered
on the net showed a lot of cases where parents or siblings
would totally flip at something like this. Jared, who had
been pretending to ignore this asked me to follow him up to
his room. I did and we played computer games for a little
while. Jared looked pretty depressed himself.
"Anything wrong?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"What is it?"
"A couple of things. Thing's that I don't understand.
Why I've yet to have a girlfriend is one, why my best friend
wears diapers...excuse me, training pants is another."
"I can help you with both," I said.
"Try."
"Well, I was this depressed when summer began. Even
more then this. I tried to kill myself. I was lonely, and I
felt like such an outcast. Then I decided to stop worrying
about what others thought, and paid a little attention do
being me, and making others like me. And that's pretty much
what led Steph to like me."
"Thanks," he said. "That sounds believable."
"As for the part involving me and diapers, it's hard to
explain. I could give you a psychological crap, but instead
an example might work better."
"Example? You mean your not the only one who likes
this?"
"Nope. There are a lot of us diaper lovers out there,
but it's not the kind of thing we talk about. Take this guy
Deeker, for example. I found his website, it's pretty cool.
Anyway, he's pretty normal, he likes a lot of the same music
we do, he's got a job in computers. And guess what, he likes
diapers. He also writes a lot of good stories."
"Stories?"
"Like fantasies. Like everybody has, only his are about
diapers."
"Now I'm starting to understand."
"Good. I knew you would, that's why we're friends."
At this time, Carla and Tina came in. Tina asked us how
we were doing then began to inspect my training pants. As
she was doing this, I began to pee. She got me over to the
toilet, and I finished going in there. My training pants,
however were soaked.
To my surprise, Carla wasn't angry. "That's OK, you'll
do better next time," she said reassuringly. "To do that, I
have just the remedy." She left me naked in there for a
minute, then returned with a stack of cloth diapers.
"This might surprise you," she said. "But my roommate
was also into this kind of thing. Her and her boyfriend."
She proceeded to wipe, powder, and diaper me. The diapers
were very thick, and the plastic pants crinkled as I walked.
"Now, these won't get taken off until they leak or it's time
for you to go home. Unless, you have to go and are able to
hold it until I take these off and you get to the toilet.
But at any rate, no accident. Understand?"
"Yes," I said.
"You wear diaper too," said Tina. "Me wear diaper." She
lifted up her short skirt to show me her pink Pampers. I
went back to playing with Jared.
"I guess your sister hasn't changed," I said.
"That's what I was trying to tell you before. She's
grown up, but she's not a new person. Anyway, how about we
play basketball?"
"I can't go out there like this."
"My mom is all but throwing us out there. Besides, it's
in the backyard, nobody will see."
I agreed to this and waddled downstairs. As soon as I
got outside, I could feel myself wetting the diapers. As
Jared and I played, I wet them some more, and also pooped in
them. They were at full capacity, and about to leak.
Carla came out and said, "Not very good here, Dave. But
since their leaking, I'll have to change you. Scratch that,
we'll have to change you."
"We?"
"Me and Tina. Come on."
She grabbed my hand and brought me inside. She told me
to lay down on the floor while she got the supplies. "You
make poopy in your diaper," Tina said. "Me diaper dry." A 2
year old insulting me?
Carla slid off my plastic pants, and unpinned and
removed the diapers. "You turn, Tina," she said. "Tina can
almost change her own diapers. Another month and she'll be
out of them. I wonder if you'll be, Dave."
Tina wiped me up and sprinkled powder about my private
area. I was then pinned into an even thicker set of diapers
and marched back outside. Jared and I picked up our game of
basketball, unaware that Matt Sabrien and crew were at the
moment riding by the house. Luckily for me, Jared's house
had a tall wooden fence around it. Still, did he see through
the slats?
After the game, I felt pretty tired. I also had to pee,
but this time I saw it coming. I told Carla, and she took
off my diapers. She took her sweet time doing it, but I
still made it there. "What took you so long? "I asked her.
"I think you look cute like that. Plus, it made me
realize I'm rushing Tina out of diapers too fast. My
roommate's boyfriend was trained early and that's what lead
to him turning AB. Don't take any of this personally, Dave."
"I won't."
Jared and I talked for the rest of the time. I had to
get up several times and have my diapers taken off of me,
but each time I got to the toilet. As I was walking back
outside, I noticed Tina with a sad look in her face. "What's
wrong?" I asked her.
"I peed in my diaper and mommy will be mad at me."
"That's OK. Hey, I'm over twice your age, and I'm still
in diapers."
"But I don't want to wear diapers!"
"Well, an accident here or there is OK. Your Mommy
loves you and she'll understand."
"Really?"
"Yup."
"Thank you."
I watch her tell Carla that she needed to be changed,
and I watched Carla lovingly change her, a smile across her
face. This almost made me regret giving up diapers 24/7, but
then again, the chilling thought that Matt saw still haunted
me.
Chapter 9: School Ties
The next day, I awoke as usual with wet diapers pinned
tightly against my body. However, I woke up in a bed instead
of a crib.
"First day of school today, come on," my mom said
nudging me.
"OK," I said.
I waddled my way downstairs and into the kitchen where
my mom fixed em a bowl of cereal and a cup of juice. I
further peed into my already wet diapers, and savored the
warm, wet feeling for as long as I could. Then my mom and I
walked back to my room. Not the nursery, but for once, my
room.
She laid me down and stripped off the wet diapers. Then
she left em to finish dressing myself. I decided it might be
a good idea to take a shower, and took one. I then slipped
on my training pants. Over this, I put a pair of boxer
shorts (with a fairly dark print). I also put on a long T-
shirt and some short. My butt bulged a little bit, as did my
crotch, but other then that, I looked normal.
I packed away my summer assignments into my backpack.
In a large zippered compartment, I kept an extra pair of
training pants and some wipes if need be. My mom notified
the school administration that I was partially incontinent,
and they said they understood and knew how I was to be dealt
with.
Finally, it was time to leave, and I said goodbye to my
mom. I then walked out to my corner to wait for the bus.
Waiting with me were Jared, Fred, and Brian. Fred was plenty
talkative, but also seemed a little irritated about
something. When I asked him, he replied, "Nothing. Let's
just say my parents are coming down on my case about this
summer."
The bus finally came, and we got in. I saw all the
usual people, a large, talkative bunch, in addition to a few
new faces. Thankfully, I did not see Matt Sabrien. The bus
arrived, and I stepped out and walked with my friends to the
school. Some of Matt's friends were there and said a few
things to me. I ignored them mostly, and reported to
homeroom.
I had the same homeroom as last year, and they wouldn't
shut up. I kept pretty quiet for the most part, and spent my
time talking to a kid named Justin. He was a really good
artist, but kind of shy, much like I was.
I then passed from class to class collecting
information. I had a few friends in some of my classes, but
for the most part, I was on my own. I had tried to look for
Stephanie, but I never found her.
Lunch finally came, and I sat down to eat with Jared.
Fred and Brian joined me, as did Justin, and Fred's friend
Robbie. I finally spotted Stephanie, and she ran up and
hugged me.
"Well, how do you like high school?" I asked.
"It's like being in the middle of a crowd of prima
donnas who think they won the world, but it's also like
getting the opportunity to finally earn for yourself."
"Is that good or bad?"
"I don't know, Dave, I'm just tired and confused."
I introduced everybody at the table to one another, and
took out my lunch: a sandwich, a juicebox, and a bag of
crackers. It didn't offend me at all that my mom packed me
this. As I ate, I saw Fred and Robbie exchanging remarks
with Matt's friends a table over.
"How many of us are together?" Brian asked. "I have
Algebra 2/Trig with Dave and US History 2 with Jared."
"I have gym with Fred and Robbie, and English with
Justin."
"Hey Dave," asked Jared. "You took Computers 2 this
year right?"
"Yeah, I have it next period."
"Me too."
"Cool."
I didn't even notice a kid walk right up to me and make
fun of my lunch. He didn't say his name either, just walked
up and left. I would later learn this to be Adrian Pascual,
not really a common thug or bully, but a kid so dangerous it
made Matt look about as offensive as Barney the Dinosaur. My
first encounter with him caused me to wet my training pants
a little.
As the lunch period was drawing to a close, Stephanie
patted my butt to remind me to go to the bathroom. I got up,
through out my garbage, and went to the bathroom. There were
a few kids in there probably up to no good, drugs or
something. I was about to head for the nearest urinal and
leave, but then I remembered what I had on. Instead, I found
stall. Once inside, I unzipped my shorts and pulled them
down. I then stood in front of the toilet and waited a
minute before a stream of urine came rushing out. Then I
pulled up my training pants, which were still for the most
part dry, and walked to the sink to wash my hands.
"Hey," said a voice.
It was that kid from lunch. I turned around to see his
menacing face staring at me. "I'm Adrian. I'm sorry about
lunch, I was just fooling around. Your Dave, right?" I
nodded. "Is there any toilet paper in that stall?" he asked.
This question threw me completely off balance. I
honestly didn't look, so I said that I didn't know.
"You don't know? Well, never mind." I left him to look
for toilet paper to be sued in the defacing of somebody's
property without a doubt.
The next class I walked into right before the bell. It
was Computers 2, and both Jared and Justin were in the
class. The teacher seemed like a nice guy, and the class
looked really interesting. However, I was having a tough
time sitting there. I had to go again, and I didn't know if
I could make it throughout the day. I didn't feel like going
to the bathroom, I was still afraid that doers of no good
lurked about. So I sat there and squirmed until the bell
finally rang and school was over.
I went to my locker and got a few things, and was about
to rush out of there when my friends approached me. So did
Stephanie. We all walked together, and talked about many
things, about classes and teachers, etc. Then we got onto an
odd topic. It was why Matt wasn't in school, and what this
kid Adrian was up to. Some of the things we conjectured
scared me.
This conversation ceased when we got to the bus.
Throughout the trip home, we said nothing. When Stephanie
reached her stop, she gave me a quick kiss goodbye, and
stepped out feeling very glad to be home. Fred, on the other
hand, was very reluctant to get home. All this seamed
strange to me.
I had bigger things to worry about. I couldn't hold it
much longer. As I walked up my front steps and opened the
door, I was sure I was going to make it. My mom greeted me
and asked me how my day was. I answered fine in a shaky
voice, and there and then starting peeing my pants. I got to
the toilet in time to finish, and also had a BM there.
"That's OK," she said. "Your getting better."
I found the school contract which my parents had to
sign every year, and turned it over to my mom. I then went
upstairs and put on a dry pair of training pants. I decided
to stay in just training pants to make it easier for me. I
covered a few books, then grabbed some supplies that I'd
need for school.
I sat and watched TV until dinner. My mom came and
checked me several times, first asking me, then looking for
herself. My dad came home from work, and I re-capped my day
for him. We then sat down and ate. I went the rest of the
day without an accident. In fact, I was doing so well, I
just wore the training pants to bed instead of diapers. I
was beginning to feel proud that I was at last moving on.
Perhaps I had outgrown these babyish desires after all. Yet
a part of me still wished I was wearing diapers, and
sleeping in a crib. I wasn't sure how I felt. There were
going to be changes this year, that was for certain.
Chapter 10: High School High
The second day of school passed much the same as the
first. Fred still seemed more elusive then normal, there was
still no sign of Matt, Adrian grew more scary, and me,
Jared, Brian and Justin rolled right along. The third day
and those following were similar. I had to be extra careful
when changing for gym or somebody might see what I was
wearing. Luckily, Justin would alert me if he saw some bad
kids around. He knew about me, but he said nothing. I wonder
if it's because he's a nice guy, or there's something more?
I noticed that Friday that Fred and Robbie weren't on
the bus. I knew they were hiding, but I needed to know from
what. I had a pretty good idea where. After I got home, I
used the bathroom (I was getting better...no accidents in 3
days, and I haven't wet the bed in 2 nights), then I set
down my stuff, and asked my mom if I could go out. She
approved, and I headed for the woods.
Fred and Robbie were standing there. There were cuts
and bruises about them, and their clothing was torn. There
were tears in Fred's eyes.
"What happened?" I asked.
Fred spun around shocked, and finally said, "Dave, what
are you doing here?"
"I was worried about you. Well?"
"Adrian happened," said Robbie. "Him and his friends,
the same kids that used to hang with Matt."
"Why would Adrian do that? He's a trouble maker, but
he's not particularly hostile."
"We...um, I'll explain later," said Fred.
Robbie nodded, then looked at his watch. "Time to get
home and face getting yelled at. Or worse."
After he left, Fred began explaining. "After what
happened over the summer, my parents made all kinds of
threats and came down really hard on me. I was sick of it,
so I decided to get away from them...find some new people.
Older kids to be friends with, more free-willed. No offense
to you or the other guys, Dave, but I had to get out. Robbie
too."
"I understand."
"So then I saw Adrian and he was the kind of person I
wanted to be fiends with. At least I thought. He didn't
bother me at first, but then he asked me to prove that I was
for real by throwing rocks at car windows. And I knew that
that was just wrong, not even funny. So I said no."
"And this is what happened afterwards?"
"Exactly."
"What do you think your parents will do about this?"
"I don't know. They'll yell at me for awhile, then
they'll probably hit me a few times. Not enough times to do
any damage. Then who knows what. They've threatened
everything from grounding em for eternity to treating me
like a baby like your parents treat you. If I had a choice
between the two, I'd take the second."
"Your parents ought to talk to mine, acting like that
doesn't help."
"I guess your right. If I'm not dead, I'll call you."
I smiled, then walked home. I had an accident on my way
home, my first in awhile. I wet and messed at the same time.
It was something I actually missed, yet still wouldn't feel
right going back to. My mom was understanding, luckily, and
helped to get me cleaned up.
Chapter 11: What Are Friends For?
That Saturday proved to change my life profoundly
forever. It gave me a look at what some people are really
like, and it also helped me to again find happiness. The day
began like any other, but ended like something straight from
a dream.
I was pretty bored, so I decided to get some homework
done. Hell, maybe I'd even finish the big research paper and
get it out of the way early. But that would require a
partner. I decided I'd call Justin and see if he'd work with
me, then I'd call Stephanie, then Fred.
"Hello, is Justin there?" I asked.
"Right here," he replied. "Who is this?"
"It's Dave."
"Hey Dave. What's up?"
"I'm pretty bored aren't you?"
"Yup."
"Why don't we work together on that research paper. Get
it done early, and we can laugh at everybody else when they
do it the day before the deadline."
"Sounds good."
"Can I come over your house?"
"Umm.OK." I noticed he seemed slightly afraid by the
proposal, but some shy people are like that. I thought
nothing of it, and we agreed that I'd be over around 11:30.
I hung up and called Stephanie.
"Hey Steph."
"Hey Dave. How you doing?"
"Bore beyond belief. I'm going to go chill with Justin
and get started on a research paper."
"Ever studious, aren't you?" If somebody else said
that, I might take it as an insult. They might be calling me
a nerd or something. But coming from Stephanie, it had a
whole different connotation. She was complimenting my
intelligence and work ethic.
"Yeah, I guess I am. How's your life?"
"Honestly, I'm really confused. Give me some time to
sort a few things out and maybe I'll see you tomorrow."
"Sound's good, bye." Another reminder to me that for
that reason alone, I was the luckiest guy on Earth.
I walked downstairs and found my mom in the kitchen.
"Good news, David," she said. "You seem to be over this
problem of yours, so If you want, we can go shopping next
week. Get you some new clothes. Would you like that?"
"Definitely." I was also less then enthusiastic when I
said this. A part of me still wanted to be a baby, but at
least now I knew it couldn't happen. "I'm going over to
Justin's to work on the research report."
"Good for you."
I found Justin Tan's house easily enough and rang the
doorbell. Justin answered and invited me in. I had never
seen him so pale. Yet he tried to act somewhat relaxed.
"Hey," he said. "Come on in." I entered and saw his family
assembled in the living room. I learned that he had both
parents, a 3 year old sister named Tara, an 8 year old
brother named James, and an 18 year old brother who was in
college.
We walked up to his room, and I was impressed with how
neat he kept it My room, in comparison, was a wreck, and
even that was better then Fred's. Justin also had a huge
Little League trophy, which I greatly admired. "Nice," I
said.
"Thanks," he replied. "It took long enough to win it.
I've been playing since I was 5. Want to get to work?"
"Sure."
We spent the next hour or so going through books and
the Internet looking for material on the life of Ernest
Hemingway. We were able to find quiet a bit, and since the
project was nearly done, we decided to take a break. "Want
something to eat?" asked Justin.
"OK, what do you have?" I asked.
"Hopefully, something that tastes decent," he replied.
We walked downstairs to the kitchen. When we reached the
bottom of the stairs, I could see Tara playing in the den.
She looked awfully content, sitting on the carpeted floor,
playing with toys, wearing a comfortable looking diaper.
Suddenly, I felt envious, but I didn't want to be staring at
Justin's sister. It just didn't look right, so I sat down
and grabbed a handful of pretzels.
"These are good, thanks," I said.
"Welcome." We went back to Justin's room, and chilled.
We talked about the stuff we liked and hated. Justin was
initially reluctant to talk about himself, so I started with
some of my interests (I made sure diapers was excluded) and
he gradually opened up. We had a lot in common, as it turned
out, including having the bad reputation of being both
reserved and intelligent. Oh well, unlucky us, it will get
us into college.
I wasn't one to eavesdrop, but I could definitely here
parts of conversations from all over Justin's house. Call it
good hearing or poor sound insulation, but at any rate it
was a bit eerie. It increased my Oliver Stone-like suspicion
that Justin was hiding something. I listened more, and
eventually found out what.
"Mommy, I go pee," I heard Tara say from downstairs.
"Just a minute, honey," said Mrs. Tan. "James! Justin!"
"My mother has us help with the diaper-changing,"
Justin explained very quickly. Something about that answer
seemed extremely awkward, but I didn't want to pry. Turns
out I didn't have to. "Look, Dave, can I tell you a secret?"
"Sure."
"Aright, you swear not to tell."
"Of course."
"Well actually, I'll show you." He pulled down his
pants to reveal nothing other then a diaper.
"Wow!"
"Your not going to laugh, are you?"
"No, I think that's pretty cool. I um.. used to wear
them myself actually."
"We all did when we were 2."
"No, I mean after that?"
"Really? Well, I have to wear them. I have a problem
with my bladder."
"I just liked to wear them."
"I thought I could trust you because, well I overheard
you talking about them."
"You can trust me."
"Good. Now, excuse me I have to go get changed."
I followed at a distance and watched him enter Tara's
room. Mrs. Tan had finished diapering her daughter, and was
starting to work on her son. James was lying down on the
floor on a changing pad. His pants were off, and he was
wearing a stack of several sodden diapers and a pair of
plastic pants. Mrs. Tan slid off his plastic pants and
unpinned his diapers and put them in a pail. She wiped him
up, and sprinkled him with baby powder. Next, she took about
4 or so thick, fluffy cloth diapers and slid them under him.
She pinned them together and pulled up a new pair of plastic
pants. She didn't put his pants back on him.
"Your turn Justin," said Mrs. Tan.
"I told Dave, mom."
"How did he react?"
"He took it pretty well. He used to wear them himself."
"Oh? Well, hop down here." I decided to turn away while
she changed Justin. It was just too awkward to see a guy my
own age naked form the waste down. Instead, I thought of a
more radical proposal.
"Mrs. Tan?" I asked.
"Yes?"
"Could you...umm.. diaper me too?"
"I don't think that's' such a good idea. What would
your mom say?"
"She'd let me."
"Well, if your sure, come here."
I let her wrap me in thick, thirsty diapers, and I felt
like a baby again. Justin and I were now just in our
diapers, and walked around the house like that.
"Do you like wearing them?" I asked.
"Not really. They feel pretty good, but I just know I
shouldn't have to wear them. Why do you like to wear them?"
"They feel good, but I like them more because they make
me feel like a baby."
"I never thought about it that way."
"You don't think I'm weird, do you?"
"Not really. Want to play Playstation? I have Crash
Bandicoot 3."
"Cool."
We took turns blazing through the levels of Sony's best
game. We came pretty close to beating it, and that was good
considering I was a first timer. I had to pee, and decided
to go in my diapers. Pretty soon, that familiar warm wet
feeling surrounded me. It brought back pleasant memories,
and for a split second I was in another world.
I returned to Earth and realized the time. My mom would
expect me home soon, which meant that I would have to get
these diapers off. Mrs. Tan changed me, and I thanked her. I
said goodbye to Justin and headed for home.
Mom asked me how the project went, and I told her. I
obviously didn't tell her about the other stuff I did there.
I asked myself a question: do I want diapers again? It
wasn't an easy question, and wasn't one I was prepared to
answer right away. I decided to sleep on it.
I had a very eerie dream that night. I was in some sort
of hospital type environment and had just woken up from a
deep coma. I was handcuffed to a bed, and had a gag in my
mouth. There were tubes running all over me, and I was
wearing diapers. Then a guy in a black coat walked in
carrying a big knife.
I woke up instantly, saw the time and fell back asleep.
This led to a more pleasant dream. I was in a crib this
time, wearing diapers and a footed sleeper. I was clutching
a stuffed animal and staying toward the ceiling. A hand
seemed to reach down and give me a thumbs up. This time, I
didn't wake up until morning.
As I was pondering the diaper issue, I got a call from
Fred.
"Hey your not dead," I said cheerfully.
"It's worse then death."
"What did they do to you? Remember, if it's too bad,
then I'll call the police and get your parents arrested."
"No, I'm afraid it's legal."
"So? Did they ground you? Hit you? Make you clean
stuff?"
"Remember what they did to me for the shore incident?"
The image of Fred and I kicking each others' asses while
wearing diapers began to come back to me.
"Yeah?"
"Well, they made it permanent. They turned me into a
fucking baby!"
I was completely blown away by this. "Your kidding."
"I wish I was. Somehow I think they got the idea from
you."
"Look, I had nothing to do with this."
"Well, I was wondering.as long as I have to suffer hell
over here, want to suffer it with me?" I now pictured Fred
and I hanging out in full baby attire. It was a nice
thought, but not something I could easily do.
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"I hope your able to get out of it somehow."
"It's for a month."
"Ouch! Well, gotta call Steph, cya."
I hung up feeling a bit disillusioned. Poor Fred. He
was always the go-to guy for insane yet funs things to do.
Now all he can do is sit around his house wearing and using
diapers. Yet I envied him.
I called Stephanie, and she was indeed home. "Hi Dave."
"Can I ask your advice on something?"
"Sure, if you can help me out with something."
"Sure."
"OK, go ahead."
"I want to be a baby again."
"Oh?"
"Well, I discovered 2 of my friends wear diapers, and
right now there isn't much reason not to, I mean with kids
like Matt out of the way."
"So, go ahead."
"My parents will kill me."
"They won't."
"I don't know, it's a big risk."
"Well take a chance. I love you either way."
"Thanks. Now that can I help you with?"
"My stepsister is suffering from 'I'm no longer the
center of attention' syndrome."
"And it took her 17 years?"
"Well, I don't want to hurt her, but how do I get her
to face the facts?"
"Hmmm. Try not doing anything out of the ordinary.
She'll just see that she has her place in life, and so does
everyone else."
"Very insightful."
"Thanks."
"So, you want to do something today?"
"I'd like to, but I can't. It's time that I sum up this
whole diaper dilemma."
"Good luck."
I hung up and sat in my room thinking the situation
over. In the end, I came up with a very simple plan. I would
sneak into my "nursery" and steal some diapers. I would then
wear them to bed, and sneak them back. If I'm caught, I'm
caught. If not then good. Either way, I was ready to accept
my fate as a baby.
II walked to the nursery and grabbed found the diapers
where they always had been. I picked up a few and a pair of
plastic pants and walked to my room. I then wedged the items
under my mattress and walked downstairs. The doorbell rang,
and I answered it. It was Jared.
"Wanna play basketball?" he asked.
"OK." I told my mom I'd be gone for a little bit, then
grabbed my Spalding collector's edition Jordan basketball
and left with Jared for the park. "You hear what happened to
Fred?" I asked.
"No, what?" Jared replied. It then occurred to me, if
Fred didn't tell Jared it was probably a secret.
"He got into that fight Friday and beat up Adrian."
"Yeah, I know. He's going to get in so much trouble
now."
"Yeah. 1-on-1, let's go."
I snapped into basketball playing mode, and gave Jared
a good challenge. He wound up beating me by 2 points. "Cya
tomorrow," I said, forgetting that we had school off the
next day. I walked home feeling pretty good. I had
completely forgotten about diapers.
My memory was refreshed when I got inside. A paralyzing
fear of paranoia swept over me. What if my mom found out?
She'd want to kill me, and she'd be right to do so. What am
I going to do?
"David!" my mom called. "Get over here now!" My 15th
birthday was in a week. I was now bigger and stronger then
my mother, but I still had an ingrained sense of fear and
respect for her. I plodded slowly into her room. "You should
have said something!" she said, holding up the diaper that I
had taken.
"I knew you'd flip out, and I don't blame you. I've
been having mixed feelings lately, please understand."
"That I understand. It's part of adolescence, and while
I'm a bit disappointed that you'd want to go back through
this, I'm not particularly angry with you. In fact, it's
better that you express yourself now then regretting it
later. As for mixed feelings, let me help clear them for
you: you are wearing diapers, full time, no excuses. All the
other baby stuff follows."
"Wow, thanks," I said. The fear disappeared, then
resurface. It sounded like my parents might use this to
punish me. There was no way I could back out though.
"Up to the nursery," my mom commanded. I obeyed and re-
entered the room. It had a fresh baby powder smell. It was
good to be back, I thought. My mom told em to take all my
clothes off and get on the changing table. I did and waited
for her to diaper me. I wasn't getting off so easy however.
My mom told me to got take a bath, and requested I use
bubble bath. It was humiliating, but it left me smelling
pretty good. She took a razor and shaved the excess hair off
of my crotch. I was pretty upset by this, there went my
manhood. Next, she wiped and powdered me, a feeling I had
missed. She then took around 6 thick cloth diapers and slid
them under me. She expertly pinned them together, then slide
the plastic pants on. These plastic pants had a lock and a
key, so I couldn't take them off.
I wasn't done yet. My mom decided to give me a haircut
that made me look even younger with my dad's electric razor.
Next, she dressed me in babyish shortalls with a snap
crotch, put some shoes on me and took me down from the
changing table.
"Fred is getting the exact same treatment right now,"
she said.
"Yeah, I know. He told me, and he didn't sound too
happy."
"What Fred's parents decide to do is their business.
Your getting this because you seem to need it, Fred's
getting it as a punishment. Do I have to go over any of the
rules with you?" asked my mom.
"No, I remember them all."
"There are some new ones," she said with a slightly
evil smile. She walked by the door tom my room, and told me
to look at it. I noticed it was locked. I was being shutout
of my teenage life! "Also, you'll be wearing only cloth
diapers form now on so you can't take them off. I've
arranged for you to be changed by the school nurse. Finally,
expect a lot less freedom in your life, young man."
I didn't mind these changes that much. They hurt, but
not as much as being without diapers. However, if my parents
stepped between me and Stephanie, that would be the end of
it.
"Time for a bottle," said my mom. We walked downstairs,
and she put me in my highchair in the kitchen. She gave me a
pretty big bottle full of formula, and made sure I drank the
whole thing. I had a feeling it was probably laced with a
laxative, but before I could ask, a pacifier was shoved into
my mouth. "Oh, and if you want to go over to Fred's house,
that fine with us. I know he called before. His parents said
you could even sleep over."
I was overjoyed by this. Finally, not only id I have to
keep on hiding form my friends, but I could now share and
enjoy the same things with them as well. Then again, I
doubted Fred was enjoying this anyway near as much as I was.
Nonetheless, we were still friends. My mom packed a few
things for me, and drove me over there around 3:00.
I was a bit nervous about it at first. If Fred was
going to be punished, does that punishment include friends
of Fred? I decided to find out and enjoy it either way. My
mother engaged in conversation with Fred's mother, so I
decided to go find Fred.
"He's in his room," said his 12 year old sister Sarah.
"Or should I say 'nursery.' You two are such babies!"
I was tempted to tell her to kiss my ass, but I knew
that wouldn't be such a good idea. She'd just got tell her
mother and mine and get me in a lot of trouble. I ignored
the comment for the time being; knowing Sarah was a typical
bratty little sister that every family has, and that it
wasn't so much her doing but more her natural role in the
scheme of things.
Fred's room had been stripped of all it's charm. There
used to be a pile of magazines on the floor, a stereo with
some really big speakers, and a box containing $1200 worth
in baseball cards. Now it was all gone. In it's place was a
crib and a changing table. Fred sat on the floor. He was
wearing thicker diapers then I was, and there was some kind
of juvenile design on his plastic pants. He also had on a
shirt that had the words 'I don't want to grow up, I'm a
Toys-r-us kid' (it could have been a lot worse), and his
expression was one of loss and aggravation. The king sits in
the remains of his fallen kingdom, wondering what he could
have done to prevent its ruin.
"Hey Fred," I said as happily as I could.
"Hi," he said. His voice was a little hoarse, maybe he
had been crying. There was a moment of silence before the
truth finally surfaced. "You know something, I don't see how
the hell you could possibly enjoy this Dave. This fuckin
sucks!" It probably did from his perspective. "But I have a
plan."
"What's your plan?"
"I am going to give my parents hell for doing this. My
sister too. You remember how bad I was when I was like 4?"
"Yeah?"
"I was worse before that." I was beginning to see
Fred's plan take shape in my mind, and all I could see it
resulting in was further punishment. There's Fred for you.
"It's not all bad, Fred," I said. "Think of it as an
excuse to be lazy."
"Yeah, your right about that. I don't have to get up at
all."
"So, are your parent's letting you do anything at all?"
"Let's see: I can watch Disney movies and play with
blocks, but that's about it."
"Disney movies, aye?"
"What about them?"
"I heard in The Little Mermaid if you watch it real
slow, it looks like the priest at the end of the movie is
getting an erection."
"Your kidding."
At that point, Sarah walked in. "Do either of you
babies need your dydees changed?" she said with an arrogant
harshness.
"No, now bounce."
"Don't take that tone or I'll give you a spanking."
"You would be dead my know if you didn't have mom on
your side!"
"We'll see about that. I have to check your diapers
anyway, so don't move." I watched as Fred gathered all of
his minuscule control over his temper and sat still. Sarah
pulled back on the elastic waistband of his plastic pants,
and reached her hand in and started feeling around. I hope
she wouldn't do that with me. "OK, your dry. Let's check on
little Davey here."
I told her I didn't need changing, but she checked me
anyway. I was tempted to got tell Stephanie to kick her ass
for trying to feel me out down there, but then again I
remembered that she's 12 and that's natural. At 12 I was
beginning to notice girls: the way they looked, the way they
acted, and the way they moved. So I let it go for now.
Fred and I pretty much sat there and talked about
school for awhile. He then told me he was about to use his
diapers, and released a big foul smelling load into them. I
later did the same. Sarah came in to check on us later, and
was thrilled when she had the opportunity to change us.
She made Fred get on the changing table, where she
unlocked his plastic pants, and unpinned his diapers. She
wiped him and powdered him, and made fun of the hard-on he
was getting. She then put a fresh set of diapers on him and
attended to me. This time, I gave her a stare. The stare
meant: I'm a nice guy, but fuck with me and die. She was
able to interpret it pretty good, and finished diapering me
with no problem. It was still awkward to say the least.
It was then time for dinner, and Fred and I were fed
baby food one at a time from a high chair. It tasted
repulsive, and I almost spit it out. Fred blatantly refused
to eat it, and thus went without dinner. Both us were given
bottles, however, and told to drink them. The warm formula
tasted a bit weird, but I got used to it. "Think about
sucking it from a girls' tits," I told Fred. With that
vision in his head, he finished the whole thing.
After dinner, we sneaked away to watch the Simpsons.
Just as we were about to found out who shot mister Burns,
Sarah barged into the room and said, "that's not suitable
for babies like you. Leave the room so mature people like me
can watch."
"We were here first," I said defensively.
"Yeah, chew on that," added Fred.
"I don't care, I'm in charge, and your just a diaper-
wearing loser."
"Watch your mouth, you flat-chested pubescent bitch!"
Fred yelled. Sarah got really mad and took a swing at him,
but Fred, even though encumbered somewhat by his diapers,
was able to catch the punch and swing back. He then hit her
a few more times, and pulled her over his knee. "Who's gonna
spank who now!" He gave her a couple of good swats in the
ass, and she was red and crying. I watched as she stormed
off to go complain to her mother and get Fred and even more
trouble.
Mrs. Sharpe came into the room and she was furious.
"What is going on in here!" Fred and Sarah each gave their
story at the same time, accusing each other of complete
villainy. Mrs. Sharpe finally told them both to shut-up, and
asked me for my version. I told the truth and nothing more.
Mrs. Sharpe then told her daughter to go to her room. She
then put Fred over her knee, unlocked his diapers, and
spanked him till he was red.
She then scolded me for not straightening things out,
but did no more then criticize. I was a bit angered, all I
did was watch the whole thing; I didn't have any part of it,
and that was the way it should be. Mrs. Sharpe called Sarah
down from her room, and told her children to apologize to
each other and to me for "causing a scene" (like I hadn't
witnessed similar stuff at Fred's house years ago). Sarah
gave one of here innocent fake apologies, while sticking her
tongue out, and Fred grunted out his apology. Mrs. Sharpe
made them do I for real.
"But mom, he's supposed to get punished," said Sarah.
"Still, what you did is wrong. And if you don't
apologize, I'll punish you the same." Sarah quickly blurted
out an honest apology, as did Fred. At the close of this
debacle it was about 8:00, and a time, "when all babies
should get ready for beddie-bye." I resented this, but
humbly complied. Fred and I had our diapers changed by Mrs.
Sharpe and were put into footed sleepers. We were then
forced to sleep in the same crib (not a pleasant experience
at all), which was locked at the top, and told to go to
sleep It had its ups and downs, but life as a baby was OK.
I woke up the next morning and momentarily forgot what
happened yesterday. One look around, and I remembered. "Hey
Fred, you up?" I asked.
"Yeah. I can't wait to get out of these wet diapers,
they itch like hell."
"Yeah, I know."
"Dave, I think I know why you like them now."
"Why's that?"
"They're a major turn on."
"True."
Just then, Mrs. Sharpe came in to change us. She also
dressed us for the day. We were fed a breakfast of dry
cereal and a bottle of juice, and left in the care of Sarah
while she went to work.
"Now, no trouble out of either of you babies or your
really going to get it!" Sarah threatened. We were aloud to
watch TV, albeit Nickelodeon, and pretty much just stayed
out of Sarah's way. Fred said he swore she was gossiping
with her ugly-bitch little friends about this and that he'd
kill her later. I didn't care one way or another. To me,
this was great.
I was in need of a change though, so I went and told
Sarah. "Wait till later," she replied. I didn't know when
later was, but if I got a rash form this, I was going to
kill her as well. Fred also needed changing and made a
similar threat. I decided to tell Fred about Justin.
"You kidding," he said. "He wears diapers too?"
"Yeah, he's got medical problems."
"Maybe that's why he's so shy."
"You know, I'm sorry I said this was your fault. It's
not really. It's more Tommy's"
"Whose?"
"Tommy Morrow. You have to meet him someday, he's worse
then I am. A lot worse!" The thought of somebody being more
of a behavioral problem then Fred made me cringe.
Sarah gave Fred and I lunch, and then made us take a
nap. Neither of us were tired, so I kept one eyes opened and
pretended to be asleep. What I saw shocked me. Sarah was
standing there talking to herself. "Boys," she said. "I hate
them. Except for Will, he's kind of cute. I hate all boys
but Will. They're all babies. I hope every sister around the
world gets to have their brother in diapers, that's the way
it should be."
I was about ready to get up and tear the sexist tongue
form her throat, but I decided to watch. It got a lot
better. Sarah continued her monologue. "Oh well, with Fred
out of the way, I get all the praise. He's just a baby, and
he has to listen to me. I can do almost whatever I want.
This is the way it was meant to be." Sarah held up a clean
diaper. "Why would anyone want to wear one of these anyway?
It's so gross, peeing all over yourself like an infant." I
could feel the blood pumping through my veins, hot like
fire.
Sarah then pulled one of the stupidest things I'd ever
see anybody do. She put the diaper on herself, and started
walking around saying, "Hey look, I'm Fred. Come look what a
bad baby I am!"
"Hey Fred, you see this," I whispered.
"Every minute," he answered. "She is so dead."
"I'd hold it against her for later. Think of it as a
card up your sleeve."
"Gotcha." After the shameless mockery of the male race,
and her brother in particular, Sarah went about her
business. I was immersed in thought. The whole point behind
diapers is to avoid all this hate and prejudice, to be a kid
again. If I had somebody saying that to my face all the
time, then it wouldn't be worth it. I passed it off as an
isolated incident.
The rest of the day at Fred's past pretty quickly. We
made a huge fort out of blocks and began simulating World
War 3. It was pretty fun. I left at about 5:00. When I got
home, I realized that all hell would break loose tomorrow.
At least I wouldn't have to face it alone though. United we
stand, united we fall, right?
       To Be Continued...
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