The Legend of
Bastien
By Karen Singer
Chapter 12 – Snow Day – Part 1 of 2
Girl’s
clothes are weird! That’s what Chris was
thinking as he followed Deputy Steve out the door Tuesday morning. Some of the stuff they had ordered for him at
the store was starting to come in now, and yesterday that stuff had included a
few dresses. Short dresses. Dresses that despite it being winter and
below zero outside, were not warm to wear!
His mother had tried to make him feel better about wearing the dress by
telling him how pretty he looked that day.
Yeah right! It didn’t make him
feel one ounce better about anything at all.
In fact, things were worse. The
only thing he could say about the dress was that it felt even more weird to
wear than the skirt and the sweaters he had been wearing so far…and the
sweaters were a lot warmer than the damn dress!
Fifteen
minutes after he left the house, he was servicing Deputy Wyatt out at the
bridge, followed by Deputy Will who was driving him around that day. As he finished with Deputy Will, he was still
fixing his lipstick when the van from the grocery store came up from the town
and stopped. He watched as Deputy Wyatt
took his clipboard out to the van, checked something on it, then had them open
the back of the van so he could see inside.
When he was done, the men driving the van waved to the deputies and the
van slowly crossed the wooden bridge before speeding up and disappearing out of
sight. Chris had to wonder what kind of
world was on the other side of the bridge.
From
the bridge, Deputy Will took him to the judge’s house where as usual, he took
care of the judge, who again awarded him a demerit for not taking the entire
length of his swollen cock in his mouth.
After that of course, Olivia Bastien made him stand there and wet his
diaper before he could do her. He found
that horribly embarrassing. Even more
than her demanding that he turn around and “show off” his new dress.
So
far, it was a very normal day. Even when
Deputy Will took him to the cheese factory to do everyone who worked
there. At least it was the factory and
not one of the darn smelly dairy farms!
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“Good
morning Mrs. Bastien,” Betty Tucker said over the phone to Olivia. “How are you this morning?”
“So
far, so good,” Olivia replied. “You can
remove another thirty-seven credits from Tess’s account.”
“Thirty-seven,”
Betty replied, making a note of that.
“Olivia,” she said. “May I ask
you something? At the rate he’s going,
what happens when Chrissy makes up for the entire amount that they owe?”
“We’ll
worry about that if the time ever comes…which I have doubts that it will.”
To
Betty, that meant Olivia didn’t think Chris would live much longer. “I see.
Of course,” she replied. She
wondered if she should let Tess know or not.
But then, she already knew that Tess expected the sheriff to kill both
of them. Probably soon. Were the Bastiens just waiting for Tess’s
debt to be extinguished, before they extinguished their lives? With the Bastiens, it was a possibility.
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At
the usual time in the afternoon, Chris was brought back to the sheriff’s
office. As far as Chris could see, that
was now a normal everyday thing. He
wasn’t looking forward to it. He didn’t
enjoy it when he got his coat off and Miranda realized that one of the dresses
she had wanted them to order for him came in.
He had to show it off to everyone by not only turning around so they all
could see it, he had to curtsey for her and everyone there. As always, he also didn’t enjoy the teasing
that Evelyn did to him, even though he knew he’d probably be thinking about it
later that night in bed. Fortunately,
after that, the girls left. And like
everything else, he didn’t enjoy sucking off Billy and all his friends while
they got drunk on beer.
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After
work, Tess walked the short distance from the bank to the dry goods store. Betty had alerted her that more things had come
in, including the cloth diapers and plastic pants for Chrissy. There were also a few more dresses, skirts,
and tops in the shipment for Chrissy to wear.
Instead of Tess carrying all of it home, Betty’s husband, Fred, put it
all in the back of his van and drove it and Tess to her small home a few blocks
away.
Chris
was home by the time she got there, and the stove was already stocked with
fresh wood and was heating the house. While
Fred lugged everything in for her, she hugged her son desperately. “How was it today?” she whispered.
“The
usual. Normal,” he whispered back.
“Good,”
she whispered. “How many demerits?”
“Just
the one from the judge because I can’t take his entire big cock in my mouth.”
“At
least that’s all,” she replied.
“If
that’s all I get, then I don’t care if I ever do manage it. I’ve still got to get hit ten times even if I
don’t get any demerits.”
Tess
kissed him again and let him loose as Fred finished getting everything inside.
Once
they were alone, Tess took a good look at everything that had come in,
especially the cloth diapers and plastic pants.
The diapers were thicker than she imagined, but they were made for
adults, not actual babies. There were
also several packages of large diaper pins with pink caps. The only way she knew of to secure those
diapers. With the size of the diapers,
Tess had a feeling she was going to need four of those diaper pins each
time. From the look of the diapers, at
least they should work a lot better than those toddler diapers he had been
wearing so far. She just had a feeling
that Chris wasn’t going to appreciate that fact.
Deputy
Steve was there to watch his punishment that night, and Deputy Steve also got
to watch while Tess pinned Chrissy into the first of his new cloth diapers and
slipped a pair of the pastel-colored plastic pants over his diaper. The Deputy couldn’t help but chuckle at
seeing the cloth diaper on him, especially when Tess again laid with him and
fed her son a baby bottle. He was still
laughing when he left the house, going out into the fresh snow falling from the
sky.
Later
that night, before he fell asleep, alone in his room, just as Chris had done
before, he silently humped his bed, looking for the sexual release he thought
he needed. The cloth diaper he was
wearing was much thicker than the toddler diapers and it bothered him. Because of the plastic pants he was wearing
it was much warmer too. But the cloth
diaper still let him get hard and get all the fun he was after.
Finally,
when it was done, he laid there and relaxed while his mind did what it did so
often, dream about ways out of his mess.
Killing himself was at the top of his list. So was murdering the sheriff, Billy, and all the
rest of the Bastiens. The problem was,
there was no way he could murder any of them.
Which left killing himself as his best and only option.
Would
total oblivion be better than the life he had now?
Yes!
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Shit! The moment Chris wet his new cloth diaper the
next morning, he knew he wasn’t going to like it. Unlike the toddler diaper, the darn thing
stayed very wet inside. He not only
could feel it, he couldn’t get away from feeling it. And all that wetness seemed to make the heat
trapped in by the stupid plastic pants even worse. He wanted to scream!
Fortunately,
when he shit in the thing before his shower, his mother immediately helped him
out of his diaper like she always did, but he already knew that he wasn’t going
to enjoy wearing those things all day.
And that was despite the fact that he and his mother had discussed the
fact that they should be able to easily hold a few more wettings than those
toddler diapers. Especially if he didn’t
hold back and flood the thing too much every time he wet it.
When
Chrissy left the house that morning, it was in another new dress, with a cloth
diaper and pastel pink plastic pants on underneath. But before he could get to Deputy Hank’s
truck, he stopped and looked around. The
snow was falling so heavy he could barely see the truck parked right in front
of the house. If it kept up that way,
they were going to close the school.
What would that mean for Billy’s after school party? He hoped that would get cancelled too.
All
morning long, Tess stared out the bank window at the snow coming down. It was really starting to pile up. When lunchtime came, she saw no sign of
Chris. Was this another day when he
wouldn’t get lunch? But she remembered
that the new diaper he was in could probably hold up better than those toddler
diapers. She seriously doubted it could
last all day though. When one of the
teachers from the school on the other side of the green rushed into the bank
right after lunch, Tess realized they had closed the school. She knew about Billy’s afterschool
parties. What would closing the school
mean for that? She prayed for her son’s
sake that the party would be cancelled too.
The
bank phone rang, and she answered it.
“Hello?”
“Hi
Tess,” Better Tucker replied. “Wow, it’s
really coming down out there. They’ve
closed the school.”
“Yeah,
we just noticed. One of the teachers
just stopped in.”
“Our
delivery truck left early today because of the snow, but it’s not back
yet. We’re going to close down here just
as soon as it gets back. If there’s
anything in the load for you today, we’ll drop it by your house on our way
home.”
“Thanks,”
Tess agreed. “We haven’t decided to
close down here yet, but we’ve talked about it,” Tess told her.
“If
you’re not home, then we’ll just hold onto them until tomorrow,” Betty replied.
“Okay. Thanks Betty.”
Tess
hung up the phone and walked over to the window to look out at the snow falling
in the middle of the town. There were a
number of men in the community who kept plows attached to their pickup trucks
all winter long. Sometimes in the summer
too so they could repair the dirt roads.
She saw one of those trucks out now plowing the streets around the
square. From the look of the way the
snow was still falling though, they were going to need to plow it and keep
plowing it.
“We’ll
give it another hour,” Hugh Jackman, the bank manager said. In this snow, nobody’s going to come around.”
“At
least they’re plowing already,” Tess replied.
“We should have no problem getting home.”
“Yeah,”
Jackman said as he stared out at the snow coming down.
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It
was midafternoon and the snow was coming down so thick that Chris could barely
see the road ahead of them, and the road looked like it had already been
plowed.
“Shit!”
Deputy Hank said. “It’s coming down as
bad as I’ve ever seen it. Forget the
list, we’re heading back to the sheriff’s office.”
Chris
didn’t know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or not. When they got to the sheriff’s office, there
were only two trucks there, one of them belonging to the sheriff and the other
to Deputy Wyatt. Hank led Chris inside.
“There
you are,” the sheriff said as they walked inside. He looked at Chrissy. “Take him home. There’s too much snow coming down now and
we’re having a devil of a time keeping the roads clear. Then head out toward the bridge and help the
guys out there with keeping the snow off it.
We don’t need the weight of that much snow on the bridge.”
“You
got it boss,” Hank replied.
A
moment later, Chris was once again in Hank’s truck and five minutes later he
was opening the door to his house, where he saw his mother just stocking more wood
into the stove.
“Chris! You’re home,” Tess said, seeing her son come
in. She hurried to him and gave him a
warm hug. Are you done for the day?”
“I
hope so,” Chris replied, not bothering to talk the way the Bastiens had
dictated. “But nobody said. The sheriff just told the deputy to take me
home.”
“Let’s
hope it’s for good! Come on, let’s get
that diaper changed. I’m sure it needs
it by now.”
“Badly!”
Chris agreed.
Thirty
minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
When Tess opened it, she saw Fred Tucker there with several packages in
his hand.
“We’ve
got more in the truck,” Fred told her.
He ran back to the truck to get them, and Tess waved to Betty who she
could see was in the front seat of the truck waiting. A few minutes later, the Tuckers were gone,
and the floor of Tess’s living room was full of packages.
Chris
wasn’t interested in opening any of those packages. Each and every one was going to be nothing
but more humiliation for him. But there were
two very large packages in the bunch that he did wonder about. “What are they?” he asked his mother as he
looked at one of them.
“I’m
not sure,” she replied. “Open it and
find out.”
Despite
his lack of interest, Chris opened the large box and found a huge package of
something inside. “What are these?”
Tess
came over and looked. She pulled the
package out of the box. “Diapers,” she
told him as she read the label. “The
diapers that Miranda was so interested in you getting.”
She
ripped open the package and had to work to pull one of the super thick diapers
out. Chris stared at the thing. “It’s so thick. Huge!”
“Yeah,
it is,” Tess agreed. “Very thick…and
huge. I have a feeling that it’s meant
to last more than one or two wettings.”
“More
like a week’s worth,” Chris commented.
“Looks
like it,” Tess agreed.
“Does
it have to have all those cartoons on it?” Chris asked.
“I
guess,” Tess replied. “Actually, it does
look very nice. Pretty.”
“Yuck!”
Tess
had no doubt that her son wasn’t interested at all in any of the nicer aspects
of design.
“When
am I going to have to wear those?” Chris asked.
“I
guess, tomorrow when the deputy picks you up.”
“I’m
already not looking forward to it.”
Tess
couldn’t blame her son at all.
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