Healing Duncan By: (Z)Syko (G)Spice Introduction Dave Duncan is a troubled kid. Nothing seems to be going his way. Sure he's an intelligent young man, but all of his problem's come crashing down on him in one fateful day. Dave's mother learns of one her son's deepest secrets.....that he is an infantilist. The punishment Dave receives actually leads him to a happier life...and a chance to start over, thanks to the help of a girl who can see inside his shy nature and show Dave who he is. 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.
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Chapter 1: Pop Quiz Hot Shot Life as I knew it had just ended for me. There was no going on. But what could I do about it. Suicide? Run away and never come back? They aren't that easy or I would have done the long ago. Let me explain. My name is Dave Duncan. I'm 15, really smart, kind of shy, I bear a resemblance to Jerry O'Connell (Derek in Scream 2, also in Sliders). The few friends I have all call me Dunk. To everybody else, I'm `just that kid.' T I am usually pretty reserved, I am able to get over a lot of my problems. But this one is very different. One I can't get over. And there's nobody I can turn to. My problem pertains to several issues. First, my friends and I had a meeting on the last day of school, merely a week ago. We had all agreed that we would be taking a little vacation, all 3 of us running away. Fred Sharpe, being a bit of a risk taker proposed the idea. Brian Malloy, a little more cautious thought about it then agreed. It was down to me and Jared Woods, my best friend. I was scared, and didn't really want to go through with it. Sure, it would be fun. I also knew I'd kick my own ass later if I agreed, cause with my luck, stuff always goes wrong. After some consideration and persuasion, I gave in, and we made a unanimous vote that we'd carry this out. Another reason for why I feel like getting out of this world is another incident that happened at school. How do you like that, at least all my problems are from one source. This one has to do with my grades and the fact I failed shop, and got a D in Advanced Geology. My parents, upon seeing this, will practically banish me all summer long...or worse. Not to mention, I wasn't to thrilled with it either. The third reason doesn't have anything to do with school. Its actually something very personal and private. Its also pretty hard to explain. Some people are gay, others are cross-dressers, some have their kinks, everyone has a secret shame. Mine was this: I am an infantilist. If you don't know what that means, I don't blame you, its not something that's common. An infantilist, in the simplest terms, is somebody who has an emotional or sexual attachment to wearing diapers and acting like a baby. I haven't decided my reason yet. It's something that nobody knows about me, and I'm not proud of. I keep interest in it through stuff I gather on the Internet (I'm no pervert). The last thing I should mention is that I'm haunted by a demon. Yes, that's right a demon. I'll tell you more about it later. But for now, I have a serious problem. So, given my situation, what do I do? What do I do? Shoot the hostage? Nah, the hostage is me. Chapter 2: Stop or My Mother Will Shoot As I was debating what to do with myself, fate decided for me. I managed to get myself out of my room. I figured I'd go get something to drink and figure out what to do from there. As I was walking downstairs, I noticed my mother sitting on the couch. She did not look very pleased. Great! What did I do wrong, there were a dozen possible things. I was getting pretty nervous. Finally, I was able to ask, "Is something wrong, mom?" "Yes dear, it is. And I think you know what." I froze with fear now. "Come with me upstairs to your room." "Mom, this is really a bad time----" "Now David!" I could tell she was a little angry, so I walked upstairs with her following me. She walked in and right to my closet. Fuck! Now I know what she wanted to talk to me about. After a second, she produced a home-made diaper (pieces of cloth sewn together and lined with paper towels). She immediately confronted me and asked me what this was. I panicked and tried to explain. I had trouble getting the words out, I was sweating heavily. When I finally was able to explain that I like wearing those to her, she said something that truly hurt, "I cannot accept this type of behavior from you, I am very disappointed and terrified!" With that, she left my room saying that she'd be back later. Now to most kids my age, big deal, their parents are angry with them, they don't really care. I am a little different however. I have a reputation of making my parents proud of me. I could have a day where I do one thing right the entire day, and my parents would praise that one thing. So to me, my parents being angry with me was crushing. Back to the situation at hand....I was in a lot of trouble. Only now was I able to grasp how serious this was. I kept thinking about how I'm going to be punished, tormented, and laughed at over this. I had to know what my mom was up to. Very quietly, I crept downstairs. I took a long stare into the kitchen, where I could see my mom talking on the phone. I wonder who she was talking to. I heard her say "OK, Doctor. Thank you," before hanging up. A doctor? Maybe a psychiatrist. Great! My parents think I'm crazy. They'll probably send me to some weird clinic or something for people with disorders! I crept back upstairs. At least my mom didn't notice me eavesdropping. I've got to do something! Wait a minute, I should just calm down. How bad can it be? From some of the stories I gathered from the net, other kids in this predicament have had to face their entire lives as babies. That's just fiction. Still, I want to get as far away from here as possible. Suddenly, I heard footsteps. I have to do something and fast! Panicking further, I grabbed a bat I had in my room, and broke the window. I reached for a shard of glass, and put it up to my wrist. My mom entered at that point, and yelled, "Put that down!!!!!" I was crying, and very much distressed, yet I was still able to let the shard fall from my hand. I moved towards the window when my mom grabbed me. "Just calm down," she said. "This isn't worth dying over." Yeah, easy for you to say. I don't really remember what happened next, but I must have gone completely insane. I was kicking and screaming and throwing a God awful fit. My mom was trying to calm me down, but to no avail. During the course of this, my fist struck the wall. I froze with pain. At this time, my mom used her weight to pin me down to my bed. She didn't look at all angry, which was a shock. Grabbing a roll of masking tape from my night-stand (I was using it seal a box full of valuable baseball cards), she bound my hands behind my back. "This is for your own protection," she said, "I'll be back a little later. Please try to calm down, nothing bad is going to happen." I then recall unleashing a rather long trail of profanity, directed at both my mother and myself for getting me into this mess in the first place. This prompted my mom to apply some more tape over my mouth. I tried to roll away from her, and as I did this, I noticed that I had pissed my pants in all this commotion. Well, my mouth was taped shut, and I was still panicked. My mom then pulled down my pants to make sure I didn't have a knife or anything like that concealed (a lot of my peers did carry one should the occasion to attack somebody or themselves arise). Here, she noticed the wet spot. My face turned bright red, as I hadn't wet I pants since I was maybe 8. My mom comforted me by saying that that happens some times. She slid off my underwear, and put the diaper she earlier confiscated on me. Leaving me in this state to calm down, she left. I was helpless to do anything but fear the worst. Chapter 3: Help Myself You little bastard, real fine mess you've gotten yourself into. Go away. This is unacceptable, young man. Leave me alone! Your nothing more then a big baby. Tap tap. Tap tap. Tap tap. I awoke to the sound of my mom entering my room. At first I wondered what had happened. Then, I recalled the debacle of before. I must have fallen asleep during the time my mom was gone. After a few seconds, I realized that I had wet the diaper I was wearing. Great, looks like I need to wear these! "David," my mom said. "We really need to talk. This is very serious, and you really worried me before. I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you either nod or shake your head. I talked to a psychiatrist before, and he told me all about this condition that you have. He also said ignoring it will not make it go away, and the only way to deal with it is through acceptance. I've noticed that you have been a little depressed lately, and it could definitely tie in with this. I'm not angry at you, and neither is your father. I just wish you would have told me before. So, would you like to be treated like a baby from now on?" That truly was the question of the day, of my lifetime even. Would I like to be treated as a baby? Of course. But am I ready to deal with all the loss of privilege? I found myself saying yes to this question, and turning towards my mother, I nodded. My mom smiled at me as she walked over and untied me. "Glad to see that you've calmed down," she said. She removed the tape over my mouth, and took off my shirt. Taking a look at the condition of the diaper I was wearing, she said, "That's OK, its just something we'll have to get used to again." She took off the diaper, and told me to go take a shower. I did just that. When the water hit my body, I felt myself being drawn very close to the truth of my decision. It could very well affect me for the rest of my life. There was no turning back now. I walked back to my room, and saw my mom waiting. I was still a bit embarrassed about her seeing me naked, but it was just something I'd have to get used to, along with a lot of other things. She told me to lie down on the towel that was placed on the bed. I did that, and she proceeded to wipe my butt and put some baby powder on me. I could feel myself getting a little aroused, but I tried not to let my mom know. That would be too embarrassing. Next, my mom took a large white disposable diaper from a bag marked Attends, and slid it under me. Bringing the front of the diaper up, she fastened the tapes. "How are you feeling now?" she asked. My mom still talked to me as an adult. Good. I guess she was letting me take this thing in my own direction, which was a great relief. "A lot better, mom," I replied. "Good boy," said my mom. She took out a pacifier, and slid it into my mouth before I could do anything. I accepted it, and began sucking. "We need a little test to see if this is going to work out," she said. My mom took a pair of sweat pants, and slid them on me. The fit was a bit tight. Then, she put a tee shirt on me, and told me to look in the mirror. I couldn't believe what I saw. Instead of a normal (OK not so normal) teenage boy wearing Levis jeans and a casual Eddie Bauer shirt, there was a teenage boy wearing sweat pants that were tight enough to see a diaper bulging out the back, and a tee-shirt that was short enough to see the top of the diaper emerge just above the waistline. Not to mention a pacifier in the mouth. "Eventually, we can get some more appropriate clothes if you want. Now then, I want you to go out to the park and play." At first, I thought she was kidding. Then, I realized she was not. My mom was doing this, most likely, to see if I would be able to tolerate the humiliation that would definitely ensue. Chapter 4: Youth of America From the moment I stepped outside the door of my room, I knew there would be trouble. I could hear the diaper crinkling loudly as I walked. The scent of baby powder lingered in the air around me. And my shirt kept riding up, revealing the top of the diaper itself. In addition to being humiliating, this was pretty uncomfortable too. But I knew I had to see if this was going to work, so I went through with it anyway. I walked outside and down a few blocks towards the park. I was praying there wouldn't be anybody I knew there. Luck was with me, and there wasn't. There were, however, a group of punks a grade behind me. These awful kids would be entering the high school next year. Great! Thankfully, they were too caught up in their basketball game to notice me. I started moving slowly across the park away from them. "Hey kid," called one of them. "What's your name?" "Dave," I mumbled. "How old are you, Davey boy," asked another. "15," I said, getting a little annoyed. "You don't look it, loser," was the reply. That set me off completely. "Look punks, I'm having a bad day, you better not start with me, or else." As I was saying this, I felt my bowels losing control, and the back of my diaper filling with poop. The kids didn't notice this; they laughed at my answer and left. I was on the verge of tears, when I heard somebody call my name. Turning around, I saw a girl who looked about my age sitting up in a tree house. I hesitantly followed and climbed in. Inside I noticed a younger girl, and a younger boy also. They were apparently coloring something. To the older girl, I said, "Hi. How do you know my name?" "Hi," she said. "I'm Stephanie Chilla. I'm also entering the high school next year. I don't think you know me, but I remember seeing you around from middle school. Something wrong?" "You mean besides those dumbasses?" "Don't let them bother you, they're stupid. There has to be something else." "There is, but I don't think you'd understand. Thanks anyway." "Look, Dave. I'm up here playing with my sister and her friend in a tree house, instead of being at a mall or something where I `belong.' You don't think I have problems? Well, I'd just like to try to help you with yours." This was a tough offer to turn down. Its not often that a beautiful girl and she was beautiful, tall, long legs, blond hair, slight tan, green eyes) wants to talk to me, help me even. She looked special somehow, different from all the prissy social queens and pathetic lowlife bitches in my grade. So, seeing that this might be a good time for something to actually go right today, I whispered my story into her ear. At first, I though she might freak out and start yelling at me, as she had this slight look of surprise on her face. Then, she said, "Wow. That is a pretty unique interest you have there. Don't be afraid though, glad you told me. Its actually kinda cute." I blushed slightly. "Hey, Katie, Ellis, this is Dave." The younger girl and boy, turned and waved, then resumed coloring. Stephanie then proceed to explain part of my problem to them. I didn't feel embarrassed that much,, after all, these kids are like 6, what can they do. Katie giggled a little bit and then said, "That's where you belong, Ellis." Ellis turned red and told his friend to shutup or else. Stephanie calmed them both down, and Ellis explained that he had been having a few too many accidents as of late and his mom was threatening him with diapers. After a moment of silence, Katie asked, "Are you really wearing one?" I nodded. "Can I see?" Stephanie intervened and explained that that was not a nice thing to ask, but I said it was OK. I lowered my pants enough for Katie to confirm that I was in fact wearing a diaper. She started laughing when she saw it until Stephanie told her to shut up. Katie then asked, "How come there's no sticker?" By this, I assume she meant the cartoon-like designs on the front of a Huggies. "There just aren't any," I told her. "We'll see about that," she said. Katie retrieved some smiley faces, and began adhering them onto my diaper. As she was doing this, the smell hit her. "Did you make poopy in your diaper?" she asked me. I turned a little red, then regaining myself responded, "I take the fifth on that." Neither Katie or Ellis understood this, but Stephanie did and started to laugh. She pulled back the elastic waistband of the diaper and upon seeing the mess inside continued laughing. "That's disgusting," she said, and continued laughing. I couldn't help but laugh also. Eventually, I calmed down, and asked her what she was doing up in a treehouse playing with little kids, and with me even. "I'll tell you some other time." I climbed back down from the tree house and left for home. From that experience I learned that I would indeed get laughed at a bit in the future, but not everyone would be such a jerk. Its the few that are special. For many reasons. Chapter 5: Father Knows Best I trudged home from the park to find my mom awaiting my return. "How did it go?" she asked. "Got laughed at a little bit, other then that not too bad." I declined to tell her that I met a girl that was OK with this. "Are you comfortable with continuing this?" This was a tough question, to which I answered yes. My mom smiled then reached for the waistband of my diaper. "Looks like little Davey needs changing.." She took my hand and led me upstairs to my room. I was placed down on the towel again. My mom lsid off my pants, and tossed them into the laundry. Next, she slid a pacifier into my mouth and this time strapped in behind my head. It was clear that babies weren't supposed to talk and neither should I. My mom untaped my diaper, releasing and odor into the air. She told me to lift my butt up while she slid of the dirty diaper and tossed it into a pail. She wiped me, sprinkled some powder on me, slid a new diaper under, and told me to bring my butt back down. She fastened the new diaper, and gave me a loving pat. I thought she was finished, but she wasn't. She slid off my shirt, and replaced it with a short white t-shirt that had pictures of Disney characters on it. She didn't bother to put any pants on me. Instead, she carried me back downstairs and into the den. My mom went to the closet and retrieved a playpen. She put me in it, gave me a few baby toys and stuffed animals (including my Teddy-bear from when I was a toddler), and told me to have fun. I couldn't believe it! I wonder what other changes she made? I knew I'd find out later. I picked up a few toys in the playpen, and examined them. It really didn't feel right playing with them somehow. I was hoping that I wouldn't regret this. Well, there was little I could do now but wait. The playpen had some kind of mesh over the top that prevented me from getting out. After awhile, my mom paused from cooking dinner to attend to me. She unzipped the mesh from the playpen, and stuck her hand in. She slid it into my diaper, and pronounced that I was dry. I was lifted out of my playpen, and told that my father would be home soon. This scared me. How would he react to this, or did he already know? Would he try to punish me. I felt like saying something but because of the pacifier, I couldn't do anything but whimper. Well, my father did arrive home. He spent a few minutes talking with my mother, then walked over to me. He chuckled and I tried to back away from him, and fell right on my ass. He picked me back up, and said, "Don't worry, I'm not angry." That was a relief. "Mommy and I had a long talk about this, and we decided if this is what you want, and if this will help you to become a better person in anyway, then this is what you shall get. Nobody is punishing you, and we can stop this anytime. There are rules though, which we'll discuss after dinner." I waddled into the kitchen and was overly shocked to see a highchair in place. My dad picked me up, removed my pacifier, set me in it, and made sure I was strapped in. I grimly awaited eating some mushy substance instead of hamburgers. That wasn't totally true. I did get to eat hamburger, only it was cut up into little pieces, and my mom fed it to me. I was also given a bottle to drink. It took me awhile to get the sucking motion going, but I adapted to it. I then realized that I had to go, and I was expected to use my diaper. I squirmed a little bit, but finally released a stream of piss, and felt relieved. After my parents finished eating, I had my pacifier fastened back on. My dad then began explaining what the rules where. 1.) You may remain a baby for as long as you like, minimum one month. Once you say no, that is it, and you won't get another chance. 2.) You may not feed, change or dress yourself. When your pacifier is on, you do not talk. You do not take it off either. Where you go, what you eat, what you wear will be decided by us. If there is something that you would like to do on your own, you must ask permission. 3.) You do not have access to anything grown-up unless you ask permission. 4.) The choice to act like a baby in public is yours. If we have company over, the choice is ours. Is this understood? I felt about as big as Muggsy Bogues was tall at this point. However, I gave a painstaking nod. It's not that bad, I can still do some stuff that I want, and get this kind of treatment and attention. Why, therefore, am I unhappy? My mom picked me up and lifted me out of my high chair. I thought that she would carry me up to my room, but instead, she brought me to a guest bedroom. It was decorated entirely like a nursery, crib, changing table, wallpaper and all. I was given a moment to absorb the awe of all this before I was picked up and put on the changing table. My dad took over, and took off my wet diaper, wiped and powdered me. However, he took a stack of thick cloth diapers, pinned them on me, and slid some plastic pants on over them. He then took out a blue footed sleeper, and helped me get into it. Giving me a pat on the butt, he said, "The next hour and a half is yours, you go to bed at eight thirty. OK?" "OK." I replied. I walked downstairs, almost falling once, and made my way to the den. I helped my mom store away the playpen, and sat down to watch some TV. "You aren't going to make me watch Barney or anything?" "Of course not, that would be silly. Unless, of course, we catch you trying to watch that Oz show on HBO." They had a point. I watched that show once and it almost gave me nightmares. I decided to watch Family Matters, featuring the ever-clumsy Urkel. As I was watching, I asked my dad, "How are you able to pay for all this?" "I was assigned a new project at work. They gave me a raise just for accepting it. That's all I can tell you about it." I understood. I then asked another question, "Your not angry with me about my grades, are you?" "I must say, I'm a little upset. But I know you are going to try harder next year, right?" "Right." Two of my problems had just disappeared. It was 8:30. My dad picked me up, and carried me into my nursery. Mom handed me a bottle which I drank. I was then tucked into my crib, and handed my Teddy-bear, and closed the top of the crib. "Goodnight Davey" said my mom. I felt very secure and relaxed lying down in my crib clutching a teddy bear, wearing layers of soft diapers. A complete metamorphosis from the suicidal emotionally disturbed kid from before. I fell asleep peacefully. Chapter 6: Mallrats I woke up suddenly feeling very confused and somewhat afraid. All the events of yesterday flashed by me in a blur. As I sat up, I noticed that I had wet my diapers. My mom came in pretty soon and said good morning. She unlocked the top of the crib, took me out and carried me to the kitchen. I said goo morning to my dad, and was given cereal and a bottle from my high chair. My dad remarked that the Yankees were on pace to break the record for most wins in a season. This made me happy. I am not particularly athletic, or into sports that much, but baseball (It is my pastime), basketball (I am a decent player), and golf (it is relaxing) are three of my favorite hobbies. Mom led me back to the nursery. I climbed onto the changing table, and my mom unpinned my wet diapers, cleaned me up, and replaced them with a fresh disposable. "We are going to the mall today," she said. This made me get very tense. I was going to bee seen in public like this! Maybe not. Mom continued to explain. "You may act like a grown up today. You still have to wear diapers, and when we first get to the mall, you must follow me closely. The rest of the time is yours to "hang out" or whatever you kids do today. Stay out of trouble and have fun." That sounded good to me. I got off the changing table, put on a pair of jeans (luckily they were Jncos and pretty big, so a bulge was not evident), a Nautica T-shirt, socks, and shoes. My mom packed with extra diapers, a bottle, and several other items. I said goodbye to my dad, who was headed off to work, and we were set to go. My mom had set up a car seat for me, however I chose not to sit in it today. The drive to the mall was pretty long due to traffic. When we got there, my mom took my hand and insisted that I follow her. I really didn't want to, but when she said that little Davey would get his bottom spanked if he didn't, I went ahead with it. We walked straight to Macy's. Luckily, I didn't see anybody that I knew. I was under the impression that we were going here so I could get some new clothes. I was half-right. Instead of stopping at the men's department, my mom led me to the baby department, and towards an area with a sign that read "Special Orders." I had a dreadful feeling of what might happen next. Anyway, we waited until a clerk asked if they could help us, and my mom said she had an appointment with somebody named Marcia from Special Orders in this department. The clerk directed us through a previously locked door and into an office. There was a lady waiting there whom I assumed was Marcia. She smiled, and told my mom we were ready to get started with me. I asked what they would be doing, and Marcia gave a startling explanation. "Young man, the special orders department over here is meant to provide for adult and teen babies such as yourself." "I see." I said. Marcia pointed towards a large dressing room and bade me to enter. I did, and was instructed to strip to just my diaper. I hesitated about doing this, but complied. My mom entered with a handful of items. She told me to climb onto the changing table that was is the dressing room. First, she checked my diaper and noticed it was a little wet. I told her I didn't want to be changed here, and that it could wait (truth was, I didn't feel like smelling like baby powder). "You've been good so far," she said. "Don't give me any problems or you might walk out of here wearing some of this stuff." I nodded, and she proceeded to change me. Next, she took out the first item of clothing: a one- piece underwear set with snaps at the crotch. She helped me into it,, and checked the fit. Looking in the mirror, I noted an obvious bulge caused by my diaper. My mom also tried a pair of shortalls and other items on me. Seeming satisfied, she let me get dressed again. She paid for her purchases and we left. "You have till 1:00, meet me near the door. If there are any problems, stay over there. Be good." With that speech, I was free. I had a sizable amount of cash in my wallet, and intended to spend some of it. I walked by the Areopostale store, but did not enter. Standing in front of the store were a few acquaintances of mine: Bob Taylor, Kevin Womack Anisha Scott, and worst of all, the leader of this gang of skater-freaks, Matt Sabrien. I tried to just walk by them without letting them know I was there. "Hey, if it ain't Davey Dunks, the kid who I tied his shoelaces around the doorknob to the girls bathroom last year. Hey, we still friends right, chico?" That outburst came from Matt. This aggravated me. These kids would do anything just to get a laugh. So I decided to beat them at their own game. "I should hope so," I replied. "I am fuckin' your sister every night." Everyone became silent, then after a moment, Kevin started laughing like crazy. "Shut the fuck up, man!" said Matt. "Aight, we even now Dave. But da next time I see you, your ass is dead. Got that? Fuckin' dead!" I walked away. What retards, I thought. "That was sweet, you really shut them up." At first I didn't recognize the voice, but as soon as I saw the face, I knew who it was. "Hi. Nice to see your not still up in a treehouse." "Nah, don't have to baby-sit today. Just getting myself some clothes." "Cool" "So, what are you doin' here?" "Just hangin' out and looking for the most fun way to waste cash." "Sorry, they don't have bordellos at this mall." This made me laugh, as well as Stephanie. After we finished laughing, I asked her if she wanted to join me for a soda. She agreed, and we sat down, drank soda and talked for awhile. Stephanie grabbed a napkin, the wrote down her address and phone number. " Come over some time." "Sure." "C'ya Dave." I waved goodbye and headed right to the sporting goods store. "Hey man, where you been," Jared said startling me. "That your girlfriend?" asked Brian. "Yo, everybody shut up, I need to ask this guy something." I got nervous as to what that question might be. "I just heard you completely played out Matt." "One at a time," I replied. "I've been around, she's not my girlfriend....yet at least, and Matt started messing with me so I did the best thing that I could." "You know he's gonna want to kill you." "Yup." I said authoritatively. I didn't want to get on that subject right now. Then, I looked at my watch and noticed the time: nearly 1:00. "Gotta bounce, later guys." As I was making my way towards the designated exit, I heard from behind me, "you're dead!" Matt was chasing me, so I ran, almost knocking people over. I was at last able to make it to the door. My mom was waiting, looking a little upset. "You OK?" she asked. "Yeah, fine. You?" "What was that all about?" At first I didn't know what she meant, then I realized she was referring to Matt. "Oh, that kid. He keeps giving me a hard time." "That doesn't give you the right to sink to his level. Now lets get going." I could tell my mom was upset. We made our way to the car. I got inside, and my mom then told me to lie down on the back sea so she could check my diaper. I told her it was fine, and this got her a little angry. She herself sat down on the seat, put me over her knee, and gave me 5 smacks to the rear. She was careful not to hurt me, just to get the point across. Then she checked my diaper, which was wet, and changed it. If that wasn't enough, she took off my clothes, and put me into an onesie. Finally, she buckled me into the car seat, and strapped the pacifier on. "I hope you had fun today," she said. Though I had nothing to show for it, I knew that I did. Chapter 7: There's Something About Mary Life had been going really smoothly. I had developed a daily routine: get up, eat breakfast, get changed, play in playpen, 1 hour on the computer, get changed, watch TV or movie, read, eat dinner, get changed, watch TV, go to sleep. It was pleasant, yet something was definitely missing. One morning after I had just been changed, I got a phone call. It was Stephanie, and she wanted to know if I wanted to come over. I asked my mom, who gave her consent, and said that I'd be there in a little bit. I quickly put on some grown up clothes, and tried to look my best. "You look like your getting ready for a date," my mom commented. "Something like that," I replied. I said goodbye, and headed out the door. After a bit of walking I reached Stephanie's house. She answered when I rang the doorbell. "Hi." "Hi. Come upstairs." I followed her up to her room, which was covered with tons of posters. Curiously enough, she had a stuffed animal collection. "So, what's up?" I asked. "You once wanted to know what I was doing up in a treehouse baby-sitting instead of hanging out with friends, and now I'm going to tell you." "Aright." "It's because I'm weird," she said smiling. "No your not," I replied. "Original maybe but not weird." "I am a person who likes to speak my mind, and I also like helping people. Compared to other kids today, that's weird." "That's not weird at all. There has to be something more." "There might be, I don't know, but now it's your turn." "I suppose you want to know why I'm wearing diapers?" "Yup." Pausing for a moment, I answered, "It's my escape. I live in a very disturbed world, and here I get a sense of security and dependence. That makes me weird." "No, not really. I can relate to that, only you express it more...umm...uniquely." Looking around her room, I noticed a picture of her standing next to Sarah McGowan, a girl I've had a crush on for years. "Is that Sarah McGowan?" I asked. "Yeah, she's my totally clueless stepsister." "I used to have a crush on her." Stephanie laughed a lot, then became very quiet and somber. Finally she said, "Sarah is a nice person, but I hate her. I just hate her." "Why's that?" "You probably wouldn't understand." "It's OK, you can tell me. I won't tell anybody else." "No it's not like that I..." "You like helping people, but you can't for once let somebody help you?" She was starting to cry, and I wanted to help her, but I had a feeling doing that would hurt her more. "I'm sorry." "Not your fault." "Is their anything I can do?" "Best bet is for you to stay away." "Well, thanks anyway." "Yeah, you too Dave." I left with a lot on my mind. Chapter 8: He Got Game Instead of going home, I walked to the park. It was completely vacant. I found a basketball near one of the picnic benches and grabbed it. Almost like a sixth sense, I dribbled towards the court. Now is my time, the world can wait. I stopped at the foul line and continued dribbling. How can I help somebody who doesn't want help? I took the shot, it went in. I rebounded. Let's see, about a year ago, this was me. Another shot, off the board. I ran in and got the lay-up off the rebound, and took it back. Matt and his gang of rejects had given me trouble of all kinds. But what did I do? Go for help? No, I suffered it out. I don't know if that was such a good idea, I don't know if I'd do that if it happened again. I hit a 3-point shot. I almost committed suicide. Why? Because I tried to handle it myself, and I couldn't, so I had to end it myself. But that's not the answer, is it? My next shot was airball. It started to rain. No, the answer is to get help. To not be afraid. If I could only convince her. I spun the ball on my fingers. Then there's hope. I hit another 3-point. It was raining, but I didn't care. I took my sweat time walking home. The rain was refreshing compared to the hot, humid, hazy air. Besides, I was already wet. When I arrived home, my mom's first question was, "where were you all that time?" "Trying to save lives and playing basketball." "It's pouring out there. Look at you, your soaked. I just hope you don't get sick." She told me to take off my clothes and take a shower. I did so, and let the hot water relax me. When I emerged from the bathroom, my mom told me to go to my nursery. I did, and she diapered me. Much to my chagrin, she put on the pacifier, and locked me in the playpen. I threw a bunch of toys around, and waited until dinner. My dad was running late for some reason, so my mom fed me dinner. I was given my bottle, and also got some ice cream. Later, it was my bedtime, and my dad still wasn't home. I was getting a little nervous, and clutched my teddy bear. I also wet my diapers. I did not, however, fall asleep. I could hear my dad arrive home, and having a long conversation with my mom. "Project Healing Duncan has been a huge success," I heard my dad say. "I just hope Davey doesn't mind," said my mom. Were they talking about me? Wait and see kid, said a voice inside my head. I had a sinking feeling, and felt like I was getting laughed at by some unknown force. Chapter 9: Torn Apart The next morning I woke up with a feeling of anxiety. I had to find out what my dad was up to last night. I figured to do some researching with out letting my mom know. She said good morning, fed me, and changed me as usual. I was given my pacifier and set down in the playpen. Now how was I going to get out? Luckily, my mom had to run a few errands, and left me here. I quickly worked my finger through the mesh and unzipped the top of the playpen. Reaching behind my head, I took off my pacifier. I then headed downstairs towards the basement to my dad's office. What I found was astounding. Previously, I had known very little about my father's occupation. I knew he worked partially as a scientist, partially as a psychiatrist, and partially as a researcher. His company had always been shrouded in mystery. And this new project only added to the suspense. It was time to find out what the surprise was. I turned on my father's computer, and hacked into his personal files. From here, I was able to get the combination to his locked file cabinet (I didn't feel like busting the lock else he find out). There was a large folder marked Healing Duncan. My fingers itching from nervousness, I opened it. To my great shock, inside was a lot of information about me. More particularly, about the baby side of me. I lifted the top sheet of the file and found a large letter that gave me a lot of information. Healing Duncan was a project in humanity. Its purpose was to find out what unique things make individuals happy and why. I was their current subject. They were using me as part of some damn test! I turned on my father's fax machine and made a copy of the letter. I then put everything back and returned upstairs. My bowels were clenching due to all this tenseness. The toilet was right there, and I felt like using it for once. But no, I didn't want to cause any trouble with my parents. At least not until they got home! Squatting down, I pooped in my diaper. I could hear my mom's car pulling up, so I hurriedly put the pacifier back in my mouth, climbed back in the playpen, and zipped the mesh. I pretended to look busy playing with my toys when my mom entered. She checked my diaper, and changed me in my nursery. The pacifier remained in place. I was given a bottle and put into my crib for a nap. A thought reached me: me, Fred, Brian, and Jared are scheduled to run away soon. What should I tell them? Well, the way I'm feeling right now, I think running away would be a good idea. I could feel something within my subconscious telling me to do it. My dad was running late again. During dinner, mom could tell there was something bothering me, but I wasn't going to tell her what. After I was diapered for the night, my dad arrived home. I was given my grown-up time, and decided to use it to confront my father. "So Dad, how's work going?" "Pretty good , Son." "How's that secret project of yours?" "Going pretty good." I wasn't getting very far here, so I kicked it up a notch. "You know, Dad, I wonder if this change in lifestyle has affected my body any. Perhaps I should see a doctor for a physical." Giving me a slightly nervous smile, my dad said, "Son, I'm sure you are doing just great." "So everything's great?" "You bet ya." "In your office, you have a poster. It reads: The truth shall set you free." My dad became quite cross, and finally asked, "David, what are you getting at?" "I heard you and mom talking last night. About me. About this so-called project healing Duncan. And I don't appreciate being a lab rat. I hope you can understand!" "David, just wait a minute, I don't think you know what you are talking about. The project...." I didn't wait for him to finish, I just stormed up to my room. Not my nursery, my good old room for once. I could still hear my parents talking downstairs. "Warren, should you do something?" "Yes, Mary. But it's important that Dave calms down first." That's all I chose to hear. I just sat down on my bed absorbed in a from of self-hate self pity. I didn't cry, but tears came to my eyes and rolled off. Around 11:00, I got a phone call. It was Jared. He said we were going tonight! I was to meet them at the park. I him I'd be there. I figured, what the fuck, it can't get any worse. "The truth has set me free!" I said to myself. I threw off all this baby clothing and got a pair of boxers out of my dresser. Then I paused: maybe all this time as a baby has affected me somehow! I grabbed a single cloth diaper, put it inside my boxers, and slid them on. I threw on some jeans, a shirt, and grabbed my jacket. I also packed my backpack full of stuff I'd be needing. I was all set to leave when I remembered something important. My parents, no matter how much I resented them right now, would miss me. So I wrote them a note. Then I also wrote a letter to Stephanie. It read: Steph, For reasons which I cannot reveal, I have ran away from home. Destination unknown. I just wanted to let you know that I love you. Also, it's OK to let people into your world. Otherwise, you'll end up like me. Dave. My parents figured that I would be asleep by now. They wouldn't come up here. I opened my window, and slowly climbed down. The dark cool night air hit me as I moved. No turning back now. I made my way towards the park, stopping at a mailbox to mail the letter. Who should appear about a block behind me but Matt. "Wait up Dave," he said. I just started running faster. "I won't kill you," he said. Yeah, well you'll torture me instead, bitch. I reached the park, where my friends were all assembled. "Let's do it!" Chapter 10: It's a Long Hard Road Out of Hell We ran all night until the blackness outlasted our flashlights. Finally, we came upon a wooded area, and decided to go camping. We found a spot, and sat down on our backpacks. "Kicks so far, right guys," said Fred. "Were in the middle of nowhere at night. That's pretty cool in a sick, demented way, but I wouldn't exactly say that kicks," Jared intervened. "He's right, man." "All right, next town we hit, we have some fun. Then, we start heading back. That OK with everybody?" "Yup," we all said in unison. "Lets get some sleep first," I said. "We'll do it like this: 2 of us sleep, 2 of us keep watch." "Good idea Dave," said Fred. "Since you came up with it, you and Jared keep watch, and me and Brian will sleep." We agreed to this and I sat down glaring at the stars. What had I gotten into? Why am I doing this? Why do anything? "Why are you staring at the sky?" asked Jared. "Just thinking...life sux." "That's why were doing this, man." "But will running away actually make it better." "Wait and see." I did. I waited and waited. It was my turn to sleep, but I couldn't. All I could do is think: what am I doing here? At about 9:00 the next morning, everybody else woke up. I realized I had to piss, so I headed for a tree and marked my initials. There was a small town called Vandersberg about half a mile from here. We would go there and check it out. Upon arriving in Vandersberg, we noticed an arcade/pub. Naturally, we all being reckless game-freaked kids, decided to check it out. We managed to blow quite a bit of cash on food and Mortal Kombat 4. Nearly broke, yet happy, we walked out and decided to see what else this town has to offer. Turning the corner, we saw a most disturbing site: posted on a telephone poll were all of us in a missing children bulletin. Worse yet, about a block away were some officers of the law. Fred let out an extensive string of profanity, and we decided to run. And run we did. We ran back to the forested area, picked up the rest of our stuff, and out of paranoia, ran some more. Suddenly, Brian stopped dead in his tracks. "What is it?" Fred asked. "Sounds like a bear or something." "To the trees. Fast!" "Bears can climb trees, fearless leader," I said sarcastically. "I got a better idea," said Jared. "We put our stuff here as a distraction and run for the biggest, tallest tree we can find." This seemed like it would work on desperation and blind luck, of which we were well stocked. We took off, blasting across the foliage like a pack of dogs racing to a steak. Sure enough, there was a bear in the area. Luckily, there was also a huge tree. Brian, Jared, and Fred started climbing it, and motioned for me to follow. For some unknown reason, I didn't. I was tired of running. So I picked up a rock and lobbed it in the direction of the bear. "Hey Smokey, over here!" I shouted. "Are you fuckin' insane?" asked my friends. "No, just eccentric." The bear, which had been thoroughly sniffing the area, turned slowly, and looked disgruntled. It then advanced in my direction, growling and grumbling along the way. Everything I knew said I should just freeze and let it sniff me, find me not appetizing, and let it walk away (luckily, this was a common brown bear, who will not tear you apart for no reason). However, I was on a different game-plan. As the bear drew near, I backed up, drawing it away from the tree and my friends. Saved them, but what about me? Very simple, I'm up against a Grizzly. As in Vancouver Grizzly. That's Bryan Reeves, and I'm aspiring 76'ers shooting guard Dave Duncan. Time to break some ankles, and hopefully not my arm. I took a rock, and waved it in front of the bear, who moved towards it to investigate. Holding the rock so it could see, I began the race. I cut to the left of the ursine animal, and it followed. Speeding up, I made a blind jump for the limb of the tree, and got there, dropping the rock in mid air. It was astonishing, glorious, and simply possessed a beauty in the fact that it seemed so unreal. My friends clapped and cheered, and the bear was fixed solely on the rock. "2 point field goal!" I said. At that second, the limb gave way, and I fell from the tree into a ravine. I was stuck and in pain. I was doomed. "Don't worry, we'll get you out of there," said Jared. "What about the bear?" asked Brian. "It won't bother me," I said. "I won and it knows it. Besides, in the NBA, any post-game altercations result in fine an suspension." They laughed, and started back towards the town to get help. Jared decided to stay with me though. "Dave, juts hang on. I'll make sure nothing much happens." "In the event I die, don't bitch about it too long." "You won't die, you still owe me money!" After a moment, he asked, "Why did you run away?" "Same as you guys, I guess. Problems, basically." "Its just not you. You never run away from problems, you beat them. I mean, well, what kind of problems would push you this far?" "Its a personal secret." "I'm your best friend, I swear I will not tell anybody." "OK, I'll believe you. Here goes: you know that time Fred found a Playboy a few years ago, and we were too young to understand much?" "Yeah, that was cool." "Well, you know the page with the girl dressed up like a baby?" "Yeah..." "And we all laughed cause we couldn't figure out why? Well, some people find that a turn on." "And your one of them?" "Kinda, but not really. Its more of an emotional thing. Jared, what ever happened to the old days?" "What do you mean?" "When summer was about playing kickball and going under the hose and to the pool not having to worry about mowing lawns for money or jobs or anything?" "Yeah, I know what you mean, I miss that stuff." "Me too. In that aspect, growing up sucks. Don't get me wrong, I like being able to hang out wherever I want and watch R rated movies, but I was wondering where all the fun went. So I figured if I can act younger while keeping all the privileges and stuff without anybody knowing, that would be perfect." I was immediately regretting what I just said. What if Jared thought I was a faggoty immature little freak or something? Then again, he's my best friend. "I can relate to that, Dave," he said. "Really." "Sure. In a way, we all want that, just we don't all go for it like you do. Remember at Brain's party last year when Fred did his Power Ranger impersonation and starting playing with Brain's little cousins instead of us? Why do you think he did that?" "Cause Fred is a dumbass who likes to make people laugh by acting stupid?" "Yeah, that too." At this point, I began to feel like I was actually going to get out of the ravine after all. That hope couldn't hold back my bladder though. Good thing I decided to wear that cloth diaper. After a moment, I heard noise from the top of the ravine, and I saw police officers lift me out. Brian and Fred were happy to see me, and were still applauding my slam dunk to the tree from before. For once, I felt good on the outside...and the inside. Chapter 11: Don't Fear the Reaper A week later...... After recovering from the minor injuries I sustained during that incident, life picked up again. I had a nice long talk with my parents in which we agreed to be more communicative. They apologized for not telling me about the research, and I apologized for running away. I got minimal punishment. In addition to my friends respecting me, I got a most surprising visit from Matt Sabrien. Instead of giving me a hard time, he apologized for all the incidents of the past. He was impressed by the running away and by the bear diversion. "You got a lot of balls kid." We also made an agreement: we would get a one-on-one fight to settle all and any unfinished business between us. Why do this when Matt could just hurt me anyway? He said he was giving me a chance to win. The question was could I. I would find out later. That day after I was changed and fed, I put on some jeans and a T-shirt, and got ready to kill or be killed. I asked my mom if I could go to the park, and she said yes. There was already a crowd there, probably expecting my demise. My friends were there, ready to cheer me on. Matt was there, ready to win, or ready to lose. So was I. The crowd quieted a little, and we got going. Matt threw a right hook to my jaw. It hurt and snapped my head back, but I regained, and pummeled his abdomen with a series of blows. He uppercut and kicked me pretty hard. The crowds were screaming for more. Matt didn't want to hospitalize me, but he didn't want to stop either. "I'm ending this kid," he shouted out loud. Matt dragged my feet up into the air and put them on his shoulders. He was going to powerbomb me! The crowd cheered and chanted, "powerbomb!" How was I going to get out of one of the most devastating wrestling moves ever performed? By performing one even more devastating. I constricted my legs around his neck, catching him surprised. Up in over, one chance I got. Lifting my body towards the ground and keeping my legs tight, I performed a handstand, which resulted in a frankensteiner! Matt was simply devastated. He just lied there. The crowds all cheered me. Matt's friends were ready to kill me. I shouted time out and asked Matt if he was OK. I helped him back up, and he called off his friends. "Good fight Dave," he said. In the meantime, my friends were overwhelming me with questions and remarks about how I had just beat Matt Sabrien, and we should go out an celebrate. Something, actually someone, made me decline from that offer. "Guys, I got to see about a girl," I said a la Matt Damon in "Good Will Hunting." The world was now mine. Chapter 12: Hush I rang the doorbell and found Stephanie at home and waiting for me. "Hey, saw the fight. That handstand thing was sweet but the best part was when you helped him up. That's what makes you you." "Thanks." "I got your letter. You didn't have to run away, you could have just told me that." "I know. I was afraid you wouldn't feel the same." "Your in luck, I do." We hugged. For the first time in my life, I had a real girlfriend. Then I asked her, "There's something I have to know." Without me saying what, she nodded, and began her life story. "My birth parents were really nice from what I could remember. My mother died right after Katie was born. My father took it pretty well, and he went out of his way to make sure we had a good family situation. He was always there for me. Then, on a rainy day, he was hit my a drunk driver." At this point, I my heart poured open like the skies of an Amazon rain forest. "We were put through an adoption agency rather then stay with my aunt. My foster father was a complete monster. He never paid attention to me or Katie unless to yell at us or complain about something which we did which wasn't our fault. He got especially frustrated when Katie was potty training. One night he was drunk and ready do give her a beating until I stepped in..." Stephanie began to cry and held me tighter. "He hit me so hard that I wet my pants. He used that against me, and said that I needed diapers just like a baby would. So that night, he....put a pacifier in Katie's mouth and locked her in her crib...then he....stripped off all my clothes but the diaper which he made me wear, tied me up and gagged me, and stormed out of the house." Police found us the next morning and brought us through adoption to here. They never found my father. Katie was too young to remember any of it. But I think about it every day. This is why I want to help people, and why I don't trust them." I was thoroughly shocked and almost cried myself. "What about here?" "Mr. And Mrs. McGowana re nice, but they are always busy, and when their not, its always Sarah first. I could sell $300 dollars in fund-raisers, and I would get a `very nice,' while if Sarah got a new hairstyle, it would be all everyone would talk about." "I think your foster parents might love you as much or more then Sarah. I mean, your like selfless....and mature. Sarah needs a pat on the back or she'd breakdown. At school, she complains about everything. Your better then that." "Thanks a lot Dave." "So, we're a couple now?" "Yup. Guess so. And you know what that means?" "What?" "I get to change your diaper." With that, she jumped on me sending me to the floor (good thing it was carpeted). She unzipped my jeans and slid them down, and took off my diaper (which was wet). "Been saving these for you," she said, putting on a very thick cloth diaper and plastic pants. "Where did you get these?" "Sewed them myself, I think you look cute like that." I kissed her. "Thanks." As I would later say to my dad to put in his report, Project Healing Duncan has been a huge success. Conclusion Dave Duncan and Stephanie Chilla spent the remainder of the summer together. They continued to be a happy couple despite what anyone might say. In fact, they are still together right now. Dave made the JV basketball team and is also a little league batting coach. Stephanie publishes poetry for the high school newsletter. Fred Sharpe, Brian Malloy, and Jared Woods continue to be Dave's friends and supporters. Fred, upon losing a bet to older kids, was forced to be a baby for one full day. He was laughed at by everybody but Jared ad Dave. Matt Sabrien and friends left David alone for the most part. They would acually help him out at a later date. Katie Chilla and Ellis Brannard are still friends. They continually tease each other and argue almost like a couple. This is the end of the story for now. However, expect to see more in The Further Adventures of Dave Duncan.