The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 5 – Chasm of Difference – Part 2 of 3

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 5 – Chasm of Difference – Part 2 of 3

 

Tess walked from her small house to the dry goods store.  The warmth inside was welcoming when she walked through the door.  Her reason for being there wasn’t.

“Tess!” Betty called.  “We’re back here.”

Tess headed further back into the store to where Betty, her husband Fred, and Miranda were all standing around talking.

“Hi Tess,” Betty greeted her with a smile.

“Betty,” Tess replied, eyeing Miranda.

Betty took Tess’s coat then suggested, “Why don’t we wander around the store and at least get a general idea of some of the things he’s going to need.”

Tess merely nodded and followed next to Betty while Miranda followed behind both of them.

Betty grabbed a few sweaters to show Tess, but Tess was so mentally exhausted she just said, “Wrap them up.”  That was the same comment Betty got about everything she tried to show Tess.  They didn’t buy much in the process, but half a dozen bras were put in the pile along with a few tops and warm sweaters.  It was only as they were heading back to where they could look things up on the internet that Tess’s brain finally remembered things.  She stopped short as the realization hit her.  “Gloves!” she stated quickly.  “And a hat.  And something to cover his ears.  Things to keep him warm!”  Tess turned to Betty.  “You should have seen him going to school this morning.  He was freezing to death, and that damn short skirt wasn’t helping anything.”

Betty was just happy that Tess was finally coming alive.  “Don’t worry, all that is easy.  We’ll go look right now.”

“And a blanket…or comforter…for his bed.  They took the one he had.  He needs something to keep him warm at night.  And pajamas.  He needs flannel pajamas too.”

“We’ve certainly got all that,” Betty told her.  “Come along, the comforters are right over here.”

“It would help if we had a few things for his hair too,” Tess added.

“No problem at all,” Betty told her.

It was while they were grabbing warm things that Tess stopped to look at something else.  Packages of stretch pants.  She pulled out a few pairs for a closer look.

“No!” Miranda stated firmly.  “No pants!  Of any kind!”

Tess looked at her, but her mind was picturing something else.  “How about leggings?

“Leggings should be okay,” Miranda agreed.  “Just nothing at all to cover his diapers.”

Tess held up a pair of the stretch pants.  “I was thinking of cutting the legs of some of these off and making leggings out of them to help keep him warm.”

Miranda was momentarily stunned.  “Oh.  Okay.  Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

Tess nodded.  Thanks.  She immediately found six pairs of the warmest stretch pants she could find, in all patterns and colors.

For the next hour the three women picked out things to help Chris stay warm.  Even Miranda was helpful, even though neither woman had a clue as to why.  But finally, there was nothing more that the store had in stock to help, and they were forced to go back to the computer where customers could look things up on the internet for the store to order for them.  The moment they got there, Miranda produced a sheet of paper.

“Here!” she told them.  “I’ve been looking things up on the internet for Chrissy all night.  I want him to have everything on this list.”

Tess picked up on two things there.  Miranda had called Chris, Chrissy, and she had an ulterior motive for whatever was going on.  And she knew it wasn’t going to be anything good.

Worried now, Betty typed in the first web address.  “What the heck are these?” she asked.

“Baby diapers,” Miranda replied happily.  “Only they’re made in adult sizes.  Actually, they’re called adult baby diapers.  The smallest one there should be perfect for Chrissy.”

“Chrissy?” Tess asked.

“Yeah, of course.  He’s not boy enough to be called Chris anymore, so I told everyone today that from now on they need to call him Chrissy instead.”

Tess was very, very tempted to hit Miranda.  Fortunately, Fred came to the rescue by grabbing her shoulders.

“Let me see those things,” Fred said, trying to distract Tess.  “Hm.  I never heard of them making anything like that.”

“You should see,” Miranda said.  “They make all kinds, and from lots of different companies.  Not only that, but they make all kinds of baby items for adult people.  But see, these diapers not only have those cute designs on them, but they’re supposed to be super thick so he can wear them all day without worrying about leaking.  Isn’t that a good idea?”

Tess wanted badly to tell her where to stick her good idea.  Instead, in defeat, she replied, “Yes.  Of course.”

“I was going to suggest we either order some cloth diapers or make some, and then just get him some plastic pants to go with them,” Betty said.  “That would have been much cheaper.”

“You can get them too,” Miranda told her.  “Definitely!  But I want you to order at least two of the largest packages of those diapers for him.  Dad says that he’s got unlimited credit here for now, so money shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Until it has to be paid back,” Tess muttered, already seeing the writing on the wall there.  If you owed too much money for too long, the sheriff and judge could take harsh measures against you, and things were bad enough already.

Since Miranda wasn’t giving them a choice, Betty put the order in for two large packages of the diapers.  When she was done, she turned to Tess.  “Later, when we’re done here, I’ll order some cloth ones and some plastic pants to go with them.”

Tess nodded.  “Thanks.”

“I’ve got some great short skirts outfits and dresses next on my list,” Miranda told them excitedly.  “And I think all of them will look real cute on Chrissy.”

 

--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---

 

It was nearing lunchtime and Chris was dying to pee again, but he held it.  The last thing he needed was a wet diaper for the rest of the day.  He didn’t know how long he was going to be able to hold out though.  He had noted that Miranda had been mysteriously missing for much of the morning, but now that lunch was coming up, she was suddenly back again.  The minute she saw him she again pulled his skirt up and checked to see if he was wet.  He was happy that she was disappointed, but he knew she wouldn’t be for long.

The bell rang for lunchtime and Billy was right out in the hallway waiting for him.  Chris was expecting it.  Billy dragged him straight into the boy’s room again.  But going in there made his need to pee that much more urgent.  As Billy forced him to his knees to suck off Sam, he felt his bladder giving way, wetting the diaper he was in.  He couldn’t help but concentrate on that awful feeling just as much as the awful feeing of having another cock in his mouth.  Instead of letting him go to lunch after he was done with Sam, Billy made him suck off Pete again.  He had now done all four of Billy’s friends, and Pete, twice.

Not once had he tried to argue or fight it.  Not once had he said a single word about it or anything else.  Not once had he done anything but try to be as docile as possible and do whatever they wanted.  He already knew they were going to get their way no matter what.  But foremost on his mind was something he had seen last night when the sheriff and Billy had been at his home, blood dripping from a cut on his mother’s neck as the sheriff held his knife against her throat and threatened to kill her if he didn’t.  His life might be over now…at least the life he once knew…but he had to save his mother.  That was the single most important thing in the world to him.

Billy didn’t stop with just his friends in the boy’s room.  Instead of letting Chris eat at least a quick lunch, he dragged him down to the school office and into Principal Pomeroy’s office.

“Chrissy here needs practice!” Billy told the school principal in no uncertain terms.  And I want to see him doing you next.”

Pomeroy shook his head.  “Billy, this isn’t the time or place for such things.”

“I don’t care!” Billy argued.  “He insulted me, and this is his punishment.  He’s officially the town cocksucker now, and I want to see him doing you next!  Now drop those pants.  Or do you want me to call my father instead?”

Left with no choice, Pomeroy stood up, but he stayed behind his desk.  As he pulled his pants down, he watched as Chris…Chrissy now…pulled a small mirror and some lipstick out of the purse he was carrying.  He watched as Chris meekly spread the lipstick on his lips, then put it all away before coming docilly around the back of his desk where he knelt in front of him.  A moment later, Pomeroy felt his cock being enveloped by Chris’s warm mouth.  As he looked down, he could see the obvious lipstick marks that Chris’s mouth was leaving on his penis.  His wife was going to have a fit when she saw it.  Billy was causing more trouble than he thought.

When Chris finally finished, Pomeroy watched as he stood up and pulled his lipstick and mirror out again, fixing his lips.

“Every day!” Billy said to Pomeroy.  “I think I’m going to have Chrissy come in here every day, maybe during math class.  He doesn’t need that class anymore.  He can practice on you, and then he can spend the rest of the time practicing on someone else.  But every day now during second period, you better expect him.”

Pomeroy could say nothing.  Billy was determined, and he would only make things worse if he argued with him.

Without getting lunch, Chris was allowed to go into his next class.  Another class with Miranda.  As before, she immediately pulled up his short skirt and checked his diaper.  “He’s wet!” she announced gleefully.  “The sissy is totally soaked!”  She held his skirt up so everyone could see his embarrassment.  But just then the classroom door opened, and Chris saw the sheriff walk in.

“Miranda,” he said to his daughter.  “I’m afraid I’m going to need him for a while.  Chris, get your coat.  Let’s go.”

Chris was suddenly frightened out of his mind.  Go with the sheriff?  Was he going to kill him now?  The sheriff allowed him to put his coat on, but not his nice warm boots.  Then he dragged him outside to the pickup truck that the sheriff had parked in front of the door.  Chris wondered where they were going, but he was still determined to not say anything…if he could help it.  He soon found out their destination as the mansion that the judge lived in came into view.

Olivia held the door open for her son and Chris.  As they came in, she looked Chris over carefully.  She even picked up the front of his skirt slightly to see his diaper before letting go of it.  She motioned with her head in the direction of her husband’s office.

“This way Chris,” Tom said as he led the way, with Olivia following discreetly behind like she usually did with visitors.

Chris was looking all around.  The house was huge, and it was filled with expensive looking stuff.  He remembered when his father was alive, and they lived in a bigger house.  They even had TV and internet then.  Not now.  Now he lived in a tiny, ugly, pale-yellow house not far from his mother’s bank with next to nothing, where his mother could walk to work instead of needing a car.  The sheriff pushed him into the judge’s office and held him in front of the judge’s desk.

The judge looked Chris over.  “Hm!” he grunted.

“Want me to lift his skirt?” Tom asked.

“No.  Not interested in that.  I don’t know why Billy even thought of it.”

“He didn’t,” Tom replied.  “It was Miranda’s idea.  She seems to be more interested in what’s going on here than she should, but according to Alicia, she is helping Billy.”

“As long as she’s helping,” the judge said, his eyes still on Chris.  “Well, what are you waiting for?” he said angrily.  “Crawl under my desk and get busy!  And stay there till you’re done!”

Chris was suddenly frightened by his tone of voice.  Without even removing his coat, he grabbed his purse and pulled his mirror and lipstick out and refreshed his lips while the judge and sheriff watched him.

“Now get down and get busy!” the judge ordered.  “I’m sure you can figure out how to work a zipper by now.”

Frightened, Chris crawled under the judge’s desk.  He found the judge’s pants zipper and pulled it down.  He had to work to get the judge’s cock out of his pants, but it was soon in his mouth.  While he worked, he could hear the judge and the sheriff talking about other things, ignoring him.  He wasn’t worried about a dispute over who should have gotten some cattle feed first, his only thought was to take care of the judge and get out of there.  It absolutely amazed him the way the judge was able to just sit there and talk about other things while he was doing what he was, but even when the judge shot his load into his mouth, the judge barely seemed to acknowledge what was happening, other than when he was done, he said, “Be sure it’s all put away and zipped up properly!”

Chris was just glad to be finished.  He crawled out from under the desk and grabbed his purse to redo his lipstick.

“According to that decree,” Olivia said from the doorway, “he’s supposed to do women too.  So can I take him for a while?”

“Of course,” Tom told her.  “Chris!  Go!”

Chris finished with his lips and started to follow the judge’s wife, not sure at all what would happen now.  He had never seen a girl…or woman…naked down there before.  What was he supposed to do?  But just as they got out of the judge’s office, he heard the phone ringing. 

“Oh hell!” Olivia breathed.  “Wait here,” she told him as she hurried to a nearby phone.  She picked it up.  “Hello?” she said.

“Olivia, it’s Alicia.”

“Yes, darling,” Olivia said, always happy to talk to her daughter-in-law.

“I just had a talk with Fred over at the store.  I’m afraid that because of Miranda getting so involved in Chris Moore’s little problem, she may have unknowingly caused another problem herself.  But I’ve got a solution for it if you’re interested.”

Olivia turned back toward Chris.  Like it or not, her fun with him was going to have to wait.  “Hang on a minute Alicia,” she told her daughter-in-law.  She poked her head back into her husband’s office and looked at her son.  “Tom, I’ve got something that’s going to take a while.  I’m going to have to try him out some other time.  We’ll see you next time.”

“No problem, Mom,” the sheriff replied.  “Come on Chris.”

 

--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---