Re: The Strange Story of Chris Chapters 1 - 5
The Strange Story of Chris
Chris began to come back to earth as Angela drove further along the road towards the shops in the nearby town. He sat quietly for a moment, very conscious of the padding around his rump. He was wearing a diaper, that this woman had pinned around him because he had
Lwet his pants, unavoidably, when he had just met her. She was a nice lady, with a glorious house, but that didn’t alter the fact that he was diapered. And wearing a very childish outfit. The yellow shorts, and the orangey t-shirt with a cartoon elephant on the front, he could see now as he looked down at his chest. What if some of his former workmates saw him? But it seemed that they were travelling in the wrong direction.
‘Angela,’ Chris said, looking at his hostess. ‘Isn’t the town the other way?’
‘Yes it is, honey, but we live right between two big towns, well, big for out here. I like the shops in the other town. There’s a little mall there. You can get almost whatever you want there. You’ll see,’ Angela said.
‘I want to stay in the car,’ Chris said, and stared out of the window.
There wasn’t much to see. Just crops, and every now and then, a neat farmhouse surrounded by a few trees.
‘Why, honey? I think you’ll like our local mall,’ Angela said.
So the cookies are wearing off, she thought. Not that it was a problem. Chris would have to rely on her to feel safe, even among strangers. That was a good thing. The diuretic wouldn’t wear off, though. Angela knew its action well by now. She would drop in to the drug store, to show her friend her latest project.
Chris squirmed a little in his seat. Angela caught the movement, and smiled to herself.
‘Dressed like this?’ Chris asked with a note of petulance. ‘Weren’t there any other clothes that would fit me?’
‘Chris,’ said Angela seriously. ‘We did our best. You turned up and wet yourself thoroughly on my doorstep if you recall. You couldn’t even hold off until you reached the bathroom a few feet away. You were lucky we still had some of Christina’s clothes, and that she was about your size. In fact, you might be twins, really. We didn’t think you’d want to wear any of her dresses, so we gave you the most boyish things she had. If you’d rather just be in your diaper, that’s fine by me and May.’
‘What about your clothes, or May’s?’ Chris asked. ‘Who is May, anyway?’
Chris was starting to feel uncomfortable, and it made him grumpy.
‘Well, Chris,’ said Angela, calmly negotiating a sharp bend in the road, ‘For a start, May and I are both quite a bit taller than you. In fact, you’re quite petite for a boy.’
‘I’m not petite, I’m just lightly built,’ objected Chris. ‘And I’m a man, not a boy. I’m 32 years old.’
‘You are what you are, Chris,’ she said. ‘You would be swimming in my clothes or May’s. Even our panties would fall straight off you, I think. May, by the way, is my friend and housekeeper. Her mother kept house for my mother, and I grew up with May. She’s my best friend, that who she is.’
Chris squirmed again.
‘We’ll be there soon,’ Angela said. ‘You should have asked to go to the bathroom before we left.’
‘I’m OK,’ said Chris. ‘And I don’t have to ask to go ot the bathroom.’
‘Well, you would have to ask to have your diaper put back on,’ Angela replied.
‘I don’t even need it,’ said Chris, raising his voice. ‘You just put it on me.’
‘Because you wet your pants, didn’t you?’ Angela countered.
‘That was an accident,’ said Chris.
He didn’t really even want to talk about it, but the big bulky thing was hard to ignore, physically and mentally. Though he was very used to wearing a pullup at night, this was quite different. A pullup was a kind of medical aid, worn in private. This was a diaper, like toddlers wore. He clenched the muscles of his pelvic floor.
‘Chris honey, your diaper is so that if you have another accident, you won’t embarrass yourself by wetting your pants in front of everybody,’ said Angela.
It was a bit like playing table tennis, she thought. It felt the same with Christina, until she accepted her situation.
‘I won’t have an accident,’ Chris grumbled.
‘Then you won’t need to be in diapers,’ Angela said.
‘In diapers’, thought Chris. Why couldn’t she just say, ‘wearing a diaper’? Saying he was ‘in diapers’ made it sound as though wore them all the time. As if he needed them. Just because he had one accident didn’t mean he needed them, he thought, looking down at his smooth, bulging crotch. I don’t need these, he repeated to himself, trying to ignore the little inner voice that suggested he was trying to convince himself of that.
‘Well, I’m staying in the car,’ Chris announced.
‘I’m sorry, Chris, you can’t do that. The car park is enclosed, under the mall, and there is a rule now that children dcan’t be left unattended in cars. There’s even a security attended there who checks the cars. You’ll have to come with me. You’ll love it.’
‘Angela,’ Chris said, ‘I’m not a child. I can stay in the car.’
‘And wet your diaper?’ Angela asked. ‘I thought you needed to have a pee? You keep squirming around as if you do.’
At that, a spurt of pee escaped into Chris’s diaper. He suddenly felt helpless.
‘Can we stop, Angela? I do need to go,’ he said, giving up what now seemed a pointless pretence.
‘We’re nearly there, honey,’ Angela said. ‘I’m sure you’re big enough to hold on for a few minutes. Can you manage that, sweetie?’
‘Of course I can,’ said Chris. ‘But hurry up.’
They were now travelling down the local main street. On a corner, the big rectangular box of the mall came into view. Chris watched in anticipation as they swung into a dark opening off the street, and drove between the rows of parked cars. Angela found an empty space, and parked. Chris could hardly wait to get out, and stood flexing his thigh muscles as Angela locked the car and walked around to where he was standing. He noticed she had a brightly coloured, full-looking shopping bag, and wondered why she would take that to go shopping.
‘We go up the moving walkway,’ she said, and led the way to a glass enclosure covered in posters. Soon they stood on the sloping steel ramp. Chris didn’t try to run up it. He felt safer standing still. He no longer cared what he looked like. He just wanted to get to a bathroom, tear off his diaper and pee.
It was a shallow-pitched, slow travelator, and it seemed to take a long time to get up the one floor. Chris was treated to moving vignettes of mums and their children travelling next to them in the opposite direction. He saw the smiles of the mums at his bright t-shirt turn to expressions of kindness and pity if they noticed his diapered loins. At least the children were not tall enough to see his bulging shorts.
They reached top at last.
‘Where is the bathroom?’ Chris asked urgently.
‘There’s a family one just around the corner,’ Angela said, taking Chris’s hand.
‘At last!’ thought Chris.
He could almost feel his face beginning to sweat. He relaxed a little, then clenched his leg muscles again as he felt another spurt pf pee in his diaper.
‘But I just want to pop into the drug store here,’ said Angela, dragging Chris towards the brightly-lit store operated by her chemist friend Julie, who was in the window at that moment, arranging a display.
Julie looked up with a smile, and smiled especially at Chris as she emerged from the wondow and stood in the doorway of her shop.
‘Hi Jules,’ Angela said. ‘This is my house guest Chris.’
Chris had his eyes on the corner they had been approaching, and suddenly slipped his hand out of Angela’s and ran off and around the corner.
‘Well,’ Julie. ‘He looks happy to be here.’
‘He needs to do a wee,’ explained Angela. ‘The poor thing’s not too good at holding on. Hence the diaper,’ she added. ‘He needs it. Thanks to you, dear Jules.’
‘And the bathrooms are around the other corner,’ she said. ‘Do you want to go and get him?’
‘Not yet,’ said Angela. ‘How are you?’
‘Never better,’ said Julie. ‘How are you and May?’
‘Fine,’ said Angela. ‘We were wondering if you would lkike to come round to dinner this week, maybe Friday.’
‘Love to,’ said Julie. ‘And how’s little Christina?’
‘She’s OK,’ replied Angela. ‘She’s quite happy now, and they are very good with her.’
‘I’m glad,’ said Julie.
A woman came towards them from the corner around which Chris had disappeared, making for Julie in her official-looking shop uniform.
‘Hi,’ the woman said, carefully placing a bag of groveries on the tiled floor next to her.
‘I’m looking for someone who’s with a, a, erm, special needs boy or something, sitting on the floor just around there. I think he’s in trouble. Or a security guy, or a nurse or someone. He wouldn’t come with me,’ the woman said. ‘He’s crying. He really needs help.’
‘Good heavens,’ Julie said, feigning surprise. ‘Chris!’
‘It’s OK,’ Angela said.
Angela put her hand reassuringly on the kind woman’s arm. ‘He’s with me, or he’s supposed to be. I’ll handle it. Thank you so much. I only took my eye off him for a moment.’
The woman looked relieved.
‘I know what it’s like,’ she told Julie as Angela rushed to Chris’s aid. ‘I have twin three year old girls at home. Although,’ she added quickly,’ He’s not, I mean, he’s not…’
‘I know,’ Julie said. ‘You were right, he’s special needs. My friend looks after him. She’s quite wonderful like that.’
There had been one thought in Chris’s mind as he raced off around the corner: Bathroom.
He had wet a little more as Anglea had tried to introduce him to the lady in the shop uniform, and combined with his previous efforts, the thick wad of terry between his legs seemed to have turned into a warm, semi-solid mass. He could feel its weight between his legs as he ran. He peed a litttle more as he went. It was hard to stop the stream, but he managed it just as he saw the door at the end of a short corridor. He pushed past a couple of ladies with their shopping, then stopped in horror as he read ‘Plant Room - No Admittance’ on the door.
It was too much. He turned and faced the blank faces of a few shoppers, and soaked his diaper. He didn’t even try to stop the flow, nor did he care what he looked like at that moment. Then his legs gave way, and he plonked down on the floor. The tears of shame, humiliation and frustration came almost immediately.
Most of the shoppers looked emabarrassed at what they had seen, and hurried away, but one woman approached him and squatted next to him.
‘Are you OK,’ she asked.
Chris could only shake his head, as the woman took in the childish Dumbo the elephant on his t-shirt, the stretchy and bulging yellow shorts and the diaper enclosed in its colourful plastic panties sagging from the leg openings. She had seen the crushed pride before, when her own children wet themselves while they were out, trying their best to be grown up. This poor boy was probably no different, she thought, and wondered here his mother might be. It occurred to her that down here, at the end of this little corridor, he may have run away from her, probably ‘exploring’, like her girls did sometimes, when this had happened.
‘It’s OK, darling,’ the woman said. 'Is your, your, mummy, or your carer - (that was the word she was looking for!) - here?"
The woman followed Chris’s gaze towards the corner, a dozen yards away. Another concerned woman came towards them. The Good Samaritan stood up. The new arrival, also a mother, understood the situation without being told.
Chris’s Good Samaritan looked up at her.
‘I think he’s with someone around there,’ she said. ‘Can you stay with him? If I can’t find her, I’ll get a nurse or something. The lady in the drug store.’
Angela found Chris still sobbing, with a middle-aged lady on her haunches trying to console him.
‘I’m so sorry,’ Angela said. ‘Poor Chris. Are you alright, honey?’
Chris nodded, still sobbing.
‘He’ll be OK,’ said Angela. ‘Thanks so much again. Just a wet diaper, I think. And a bit of a shock with all the people here.’
The woman stood up and smiled at Chris.
‘I’ll tell you what,’ she said, rummaging in her shopping bag. ‘I have something to cheer you up.’
The woman looked at Angela, and mouthed the word ‘chocolate’.
Angela nodded with a grin. The lady handed Chris a small bar of chocolate, which he took, still trying to contain his sobs.
‘I buy them for my grandkids,’ the woman explained, ‘But they won’t miss one.’
‘Thank you,’ Angela said. ‘There you are, honeybunch,’ she added brightly. ‘Chocolate! Can you thank the nice lady?’
‘Thank you,’ Chris said automatically, blinking up at the lady.
‘That’s OK, darling,’ she said. ‘You’re all safe now.’
‘And I think we’d better be getting you home, hey, sweetie?’ Angela said to Chris, nodding her thanks as the lady turned to go.
‘Come on,’ she said, helping Chris up and leading him back towards the drug store, where Julie was standing.
‘Just a wet diaper,’ she told her friend. ‘He’s OK, aren’t you sweetheart?’
Chris nodded miserably.
‘That’s a relief,’ said Julie. ‘Here are your things,’ she added, handing Angela a small paper bag.
Chris’s mind was still reeling. He really did feel a bit better now, despite the soaked diaper drooping between his legs. He just wanted to go home. Or to Angela’s, at least.
‘Thanks, Julie,’ Angela said. ‘Next Friday at 7?’
‘See you then, Ang,’ said Julie. ‘Bye Chris! I’ll meet you properly on Friday.’
Chris looked at Julie, barely registering what she what she said. He let Angela take his hand, and followed her. They went straight past the sloping travelator and stopped at a door labeled ‘Family Bathroom’. Angela opened the door and led Chris inside.
‘Up you get, honey,’ said Angela, placing the big bag on the floor. ‘Good thing I bought Christina’s old diaper bag.’
Chris made a sort of squawk, as Angela helped him up onto the low, padded bench. What else could he do, he asked himself. What worse could happen to him. ‘I am what I am,’ he remembered Angela saying. ‘What am I?’ he wondered, and began to cry again. A final stream of pee, held back until now by his utter shame, made its way into his sodden diaper.
Angela hugged him for a moment, whispering in his ear. Chris couldn’t make out what she was saying, but it sounded genuinely loving. He let her change him, happy at least that he was receiving some affection. But he was an adult, not a child, he tried to remind himself. But you are what you are, Angela had said. He was soon wearing another bulky diaper, just like the one he had wet a few minutes before. In a crowded shopping mall.
As he waddled after Angela down to the carpark, feeling the security of a fresh diaper around him, he felt confused. It was better just to look at things and try not to think, he decided, and he looked quietly out the window for most of the trip home.
He felt an odd mixture of shame and pride as he followed Angela inside in his completely dry diaper.
They walked into the kitchen, where they came across May, her slightly chubby body as naked as the day she was born. Her large breasts hung down her chest, swelling to either side of her torso, above the slight folds of her tummy, below which swelled her plump pubic mound with its central, shadowed crease. Angela raised her eyebrows and smiled at May’s bald pubic area.
‘Hi Ang, hi Chris,’ May said.
‘You’ve been busy, May,’ Angela replied, raising her eyebrows and smiling at May’s bald pubic area.
‘Just felt like it,’ said May brightly.
‘Say hello to naughty Aunty May with no clothes on, Chris honey,’ Angela prompted Chris, who was standing silently staring at May.
‘Cookie, Chris?’ asked May, offering Chris a plate of delicious-smelling, freshly baked cookies. ‘They’ve got almonds on them.’
To be continued.