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
(ZACGO@aol.com). Thanks and enjoy!
Chapter 16: Storm of the Century
My summer wasn't all fun and games, but in comparison
to the previous year in which I nearly killed myself, it was
a blast. There was one crisis that did occur however, and
all though I thought I couldn't handle it, I prevailed and I
turned out to be a hero.
One day in early August, my friends and I entreated
ourselves to a movie. I wasn't an outgoing person, but I did
get out enough to prevent me form going mad. The movie we
saw, "Saving Private Ryan", was by far very compelling and
graphic...and real. I was able to drink a large Coke and not
have to get up, and thus I saw all 3 hours of action. My
diapers were quite wet at the end of it, so we walked home.
As we passed the park, I noticed a beat-up black pickup
truck. It had out-of-state plates and looked out of place,
but I didn't give it a serious thought. It began to rain, so
we walked faster.
"I heard there was going to be a storm," said Brian.
"Good," said Fred, who for some reason liked to walk in
the rain. It was his way of challenging nature.
"Man, I'm getting soaked," said Jared angrily.
"Dave's already soaked," said Stephanie. I smiled and
kept walking. I walked to Stephanie's house and gave her a
kiss good bye. She smiled at me, then said, "Life's peachy,
but I have a bad feeling somebody might come here and try to
reclaim their peace."
These were references to the band Korn. Neither
Stephanie nor I favored them, but Fred worshipped them and
would sing their songs at odd times. Jared began to call him
Fred Durst (lead singer of a similar band, Limp Bizkit), and
he took to the nickname well. While what Stephanie said was
funny, I feared that she was right: life was a bit too
perfect right now and we were just waiting for something bad
to happen.
I hurried home through the rain with nothing to lose. I
was already wet and getting wetter wouldn't hurt me much. My
mom admonished me for having gotten myself this drenched,
but remedied it by taking off my wet clothes and leaving me
in my wet diapers. I pooped in them, and I was changed.
My dad came home from work late. "Some storm out
there," he commented. I looked out the window and observed a
hefty downpour as well as thunder and lightning. The loud
and sudden thunderclaps caused me to pee in my diaper.
Fortunately, I was within the safety of my crib and drifted
off to sleep, undisturbed by the storm.
"Dave, honey, wake up," my mom said gently.
I groggily awoke and saw my mom standing by my crib.
She rarely ever woke me up during the summer and instead let
me sleep most of the time. It was only 7:30 in the morning
and my diaper was wet and messy. I wasn't in a good mood.
"I have some bad news," she said. "Stephanie and Katie
have been abducted by their foster."
I almost swallowed my pacifier when I said this. From
what Stephanie had told me, Jim Lincoln was an abusive and
cruel person. She told me how he was wanted on charges of
chill abuse and how even though she is now in the middle of
a semi-happy existence and has a family, she still has
nightmares of him. And now he has her!
I began to cry at this, and my mom comforted me. She
fed me breakfast and changed me and assured em that things
would be OK. I was less then assured and knew that something
had to be done. I knew of only one person that could help. I
called Tom Morrow.
"Yo, whadup?"
"This is Dave Duncan."
"Dave my man, what can I do for you, kid?"
"You read the paper?"
"No but I heard. Sorry about your girlfriend."
"I need you to help me find her."
"Chill, I don't think I can."
"Do you know of a drunk looking guy who owns a black
pickup truck?"
"Yeah. I saw it going up the highway towards
McCullough's farm. Why? You think that's the guy."
"I'm pretty damn sure."
"Aright, how about we go find out."
"Tom, that's...." Crazy? Maybe, but sitting down here
wasn't doing much. "That's a good idea."
"All right. I'll meet you at the park."
I called Matt Sabrien, and he offered his help as well.
So did Adrian Pascual, as well as all of my friends. Lastly,
I called Stephanie's house. It was like they finally woke
up. Both of her foster parents were very concerned, as was
Sarah. I told them that I would make sure that everything
turned out all right, and while they took that for wishful
thinking, I meant that.
I walked to the park and met with my search and rescue
party.
"Aright, who is this fucker?" asked Matt.
I gave him a brief history, and he nodded in agreement.
"Any guy who beats his kids," said Tom. "Ought to be fuckin'
shot."
"Here's my plan," I said. "We go up to the farmland,
and look around for the black pickup. Then we walk up and
see what's going on. This guy is most likely drunk, and
dangerous so we can't go barging in there and making
threats. If anything goes wrong, call the cops."
"Cool, I'll drive," said Tom. He was the only licensed
driver, but Matt was about a month away from his permit, and
decided to risk getting in trouble by driving as well. We
piled into the two vehicles and were about to take off when
Ellis asked if he could come.
"It's going to be dangerous," I warned.
"I know," he said. "But I don't want to see him hurt
Katie."
"All right," I said. "Since your small, you can spy on
him and he won't notice you."
"All right, let's go," said Matt. Heavy metal and rap
music blaring, we took off at high speeds in the direction
of McCullough's farm and the surrounding area. We found the
general area and began to search for the vehicle.
Tom took out a pair of binoculars (which, according to
him doubled as night vision goggles, I won't tell you what
he actually used them for) and began to look around. "Word
up, there it is."
Parked near a lake was a black pickup truck. A bit
further back was an old shack. "Slice and dice, cut and
gut," said Matt, brandishing his switchblade.
"That's not such a good idea," said Adrian.
"Do you got a better one?"
"Yeah, like Dave said, we spy on them. Me, Dave and
Ellis will go because we're all pretty small and he won't
notice us. The rest of you stay here. If anything goes down,
we'll let you know."
"Aright, Adrian, I got your back."
The three of us began to crawl through the hayfield in
the direction of the shack, while everyone else returned to
the cars. About mid-way across the enormous hay field, Ellis
came forward with a problem. "I have to poop," he said.
"Are you wearing a diaper?" asked Adrian.
"Yeah," he said shamefully.
"Then go in your diaper."
"But then it will smell bad."
"This is a farm, plenty of things smell bad," I said.
He stopped and went in his diaper and we continued our trek.
We stayed low to the ground and all though it took forever,
we got there.
"OK, I'll look in the window," said Adrian. "Dave, you
climb on the roof, and Ellis, you'll go report back to the
others when I find out what's going on."
"Why the roof?"
"In case something goes wrong, you can fall through and
land on top of the bad guy."
"That only works in movies."
"We'll see."
Between Fred and Adrian and Tom, my friends' insane
plans would be the death of me. I decided not to argue and
climbed onto the roof. Adrian peered into the window, and
the two of us listened.
"You've both been very bad girls while I was gone!"
yelled the man. "And daddy spanks bad girls."
"Your not my father and you never were, you drunk!"
yelled Stephanie.
He slapped her across the face. "Now, get over here!"
He pulled each one of them over his knee and began to swat
away mercilessly. "Now, take off your clothes so daddy can
see how much you've grown."
"Fuck you, you filthy pig!" Stephanie rarely used words
these harsh, but Mother Theresa would have cursed at this
guy. Slap!
"Go get back up," Adrian whispered to Ellis. He's got a
shotgun."
Ellis began to creep back across the hayfield. A
shotgun?! I continued to listen.
"You didn't think you could get away from me, did you?
It took me awhile to find you, but I did. Now, as I recall,
we were in the middle of something when I left. Oh yeah, now
I remember."
I couldn't allow this to go any further, regardless of
the risk, so I signaled to Adrian to do something. He picked
up a rock and hurled it threw the window. It struck the guy
in the chin, and caused him to bleed. It didn't hurt enough
him though, only enraged him more. he reached threw the
glass and grabbed Adrian and flung him inside. "You lousy
fuckin' kid!"
I tried several times to jump on the wood plank roof in
an effort to cause it to collapse, but I had no such luck.
All I had was a small opening, about the size of...a
basketball net! "Alley oop!" I shouted to Adrian. He was in
too much pain to throw the rock hard enough to hurt the guy,
so he threw it up threw the opening to me, and I slam dunked
it right on Jim Lincoln's head. Blood ran down his face and
he fell to the ground.
"Nice shot," said Adrian. I took a bow, then the roof
caved in. I landed right on my diapered butt, and both peed
and pooped myself at once. What a rush! Adrian helped me to
my feet, and I hugged Stephanie as we waited for the back-up
to arrive.
"You okay?" I asked her.
She composed herself and said, "Yeah, I'm okay. Are
you? That was some fall."
"Yeah, but I'm covered," I said referring to my
diapers.
Tom, Matt and the rest showed up. "What did I miss?"
asked Fred.
Adrian told him, and he nearly fainted. "wow!"
"Aright, what do we do with this drunk pissant?" asked
Matt.
"I say we cut him the fuck up," said Tom.
"Yeah, nobody would know."
"No, I have a better idea," I said.
"What is it?" asked Brian.
"How about we give him some payback?"
"Yeah!" said Steph.
We tied him up and pulled down his pants and took turns
paddling his ass until he finally came to. "I'll kill every
one of you little..."
"No talking!" I said, and shoved an extra pacifier into
his mouth. He looked at me astonished, and we hit him some
more.
"Now for the fun part," said Steph. I had been carrying
an extra change of diapers, and she pinned them tightly
about her ex foster father, making sure he couldn't remove
them. Next, we took a hose and shoved it up his ass and
turned it on. It was a very crude and effective enema. He
helplessly flooded his diaper, and after it was at maximum
capacity, we took out the hose. We grabbed his clothing and
threw it in the lake, leaving him in just his diapers. Now
it was time to call the cops.
We were all long gone by the time the cops got there.
When they did arrived, they probably laughed themselves
silly. Jim had absolutely no explanation to offer them, and
was unable to say anything in defense, so he finally got
thrown into jail. I heard his cell mate was a big queer and
kept Jim diapered up. He never bothered Stephanie again.
That night, all of us had a camp-out in the park with
our parent's consent. I invited a few friends and we all
celebrated.
"Duncan, what the hell is it with you man?" asked Matt.
"You really are one of a kind. I mean, I might have it all
now, but 10 years I'll probably be nowhere. And you'll be on
the top, and still wearing your diapers."
"It's all about finding what makes you happy, "I said.
"And diapers make me happy. Thus, I do good."
"Well, I don't know what makes me happy," said Tom.
"But what we did before certainly did. I never saw anybody
do anything that cruel. Where did you get the idea, Dave?"
"From a story," I said. Austin knew what kind of story
I was talking about. Diaper punishment never failed. We ate
and drank and partied for awhile, then got some sleep. About
half of us were diapered. One could pass by the park and see
a bunch of kids camping out and think what the hell is this.
or one could pass by here and think I want to be a part of
that. I learned a lesson: happiness is on the inside.
Conclusion
Well, this pretty much concluded my "adventures." I
continued to wear diapers, but the unbelievable amount of
stuff I had to deal with because of it dropped off to zero.
People accepted it and they accepted me. I wore diapers for
the rest of high school and throughout college.
I grew up to be a child psychologist. I specified in
helping to treat bedwetting children and helping depressed
teens reach their infant side. I also regressed bad boys and
girls upon a parent's request. All and all, I was the
foremost specialist in the field of children and diapers. My
great success was attributed to the fact that I still wore
them myself.
I have two boys and one girl. I did not forcibly keep
any of them as babies, all though my younger son eventually
took a liking to diapers on his own. It was something we
shared, and we were both taken care of by his mother and my
wife, Dr. Stephanie Chilla. She had become a pediatrician,
and we were both co-workers as well as family.
I should further mention that I have had a few
interesting cases over the years. People have denounced me
as being completely nuts, and others have praised my work,
but for all the wrong reasons. None of this affected me the
least, and I kept on helping people and making money on the
side. Eventually, the world was so impressed that somebody
who wore diapers like a baby could be so successful, so
somebody did a biography on me. They asked me for an
inspirational quote, and I poured them full of insight:
Friends come and go. The world changes through both good and
bad. I stand through it all and I wear diapers because they
make me happy and keep me at peace. And it is that inner
peace and happiness that lies within each and every one of
us that counts."
Very hopeful words from somebody who almost committed
suicide.
