so much to see what Santa would bring her.
Very much a loner was Stevie, only Zinny had shown her much kindness,
and boys tended to keep away from her. Maybe it was that large diaper
they guessed she wore under her sissy dresses. She'd always loved her
diapers, never been without 'em. They were her comforters, her best
friends, her whole life.
This special eve, she'd got home early after making her excuses from the
college party. Tucked up in her cot-bed in her pretty pink chiffon
nightdress and a fresh disposable diaper, she sucked her thumb, staring
round her tiny room. At the foot of her bed she had laid out her stocking,
Santa had always filled that, when she'd been at home. She sighed for
those happy times at home with her mamma, now in the past.
What might Santa bring her this year? She'd scribbled a list, but deep
down, she wasn't sure if he'd leave her anything this Christmas....
It was past midnight that she stirred. Automatically, she filled her diaper,
then gasped in her wetness at the figure in her room. Yes, it really was
Santa!
"Ho ho," Santa cried in his best voice, "What does my little Stevie
want?" He read the list.
"Come little girl, I have brought you a special present, for a very very
good little sissy. You can open it now," he added in encouragement, "then
I can show you how it works."
Stevie leapt out of bed in her excitement. It was a large box covered in
pretty pink Christmas wrapping paper, at least three foot long and perhaps
a foot tall. Eagerly she grabbed it, not forgotting to thank Santa very much
indeed.
In a trice, the paper was off and the box opened. She stared into it, in
much disappointment. It was a long furry black pole held by various
struts in a frame.
"I promise you, you'll love it," urged Santa in encouragement. "I made it
specially for you. It's our special sissy gift that is only given to very special
sissies."
He took Stevie by the hand and cheered her. Then he kindly said he'd put
the parts together, so she could try it out now, to be sure she really would
love it.
With slight misgiving, Stevie nodded. Santa told her to change her diaper
while he screwed the parts in place. "Put on a plastic panty," he suggested
kindly.
The contraption consisted of this long pole with a frame above it and a
strong stand so it could rest about two foot of the ground.
"You sit there," smiled Santa, and Stevie climbed on the pole, Santa
showing her how she should sit astride the furry pole, snuggled between
her two buttocks.
"That's lovely isn't it?" and for the first time Stevie smiled.
"Now your feet. Push them forward and rest them in those straps there."
Santa clipped her feet in place.
"Would you like to hold one of your dollies?" he suggested. Stevie pointed
to her favorite, a large baby doll that Santa handed her to cuddle.
"That's right. Now I'll strap you in, and he fetched a harness round her and
dolly.
"Where'd you like to put your other hand?" Stevie put her thumb straight
in her mouth, She loved doing that.
"Good girly, now I'll strap you in, so that she don't fall," and he wound the
harness round Stevie, fastened behind her back, so that she could hardly
move.
She nodded her thanks, wondering what her sissy present did. She was
soon to discover.
"That's a good girl, Stevie." said Santa. "I'm sure you'll love your present.
Before I go, would you like a drinky?"
Stevie nodded, and Santa produced a feeding bottle full of milk. He kindly
held it into Stevie's mouth. her hand was strapped there so firm, she
couldn't remove her thumb, and more of the milk poured down her
nightdress than went down inside her. But it was warm and sweet, she
could tell that much, and quite tasty.
"Ho ho. Now Santa will start your pole," he explained, "before I leave
you." So saying he switched a knob at the far end of the pole, which
started slowly revolving.
"You can put it on slow or medium or fast or even super fast," Santa
added, "what's it feel like?"
What with her thumb and the milk being half swallowed, Stevie could
only nod happily. The pole was massaging her bum very pleasantly.
The movement made her want to break wind and the milk made her very
drowsy. She slipped into a happy sleep.
She had all sorts of weird dreams as she slept there on her pole. She was
sure she must have let out a little poo, and she half felt she was riding a
horse, she could have sworn she was moving! But she stayed in deep
sleep, hugging her doll, and sucking the very last drip of milk off her
sweet thumb.
She stirred. Conscious of four or five fellow students around her, she
struggled vainly to move. They were giggling. Then she looked up and
saw them, all boys from her grade. She wasn't in her room! She was in the
huge college entrance, sitting on her pole right by the full length glass
window. She became aware of people outside staring in at her. A few
more were running round to the entrance to see what this was. She
wriggled but was quite powerless to move.
"That's her poo!" one student was pointing at Stevie's transparent pink
panty. Sure enough, she could feel she'd let out a little poo in her sleep.
Others were laughing at this embarrassed sissy cuddling her doll and
sucking her thumb.
"Who's a pretty girly then," cried one.
"Let's switch it to fast," cried another, a bespectacled student.
Suddenly the pole whirred much more fiercely, and as the laughter
increased, and the crowd gathered apace, Stevie could feel her bum aching
to relieve itself of the pressure. She clutched her dolly even tighter.
"What's this switch?" grinned Specs. He flicked it and the movement
turned the rolling pole into a pole that performed an oval arc, making
Stevie appear like ridin' a bucking bronco.
She felt she'd burst. She wanted to hide herself. She'd never been
properly seen by anyone as a sissy, even though they all knew about her.
The bouncing made her come with her poo, and with a farting splash, out
it tumbled amid will cheering from the gathering crowd. Her panty was
getting full, and even fuller, for after the poo came the wee. It thundered
out ballooning her panty into the most revolting squelching mess. A trickle
dropped off the bumpy pole to the ground. Her bum felt as red as her face,
even though iher bum was really quite brown.
It was even worse with the pole throwing her poo round inside her panty.
A washing machine, one lad called it, and everyone was hooting with
laughter at the poor sissy.
One girl student had just walked in, and Stevie, begging, looked straight
into Zinny's eyes. She pushed aside the rougher boys, and switched off the
pole. Stevie breathed a sigh of thanks.
But the students continued their merriment for Stevie, unstrapped by
Zinny, was lead away across the clean foyer, dripping wee and poo as she
trudged out of sight, the most bedraggled sissy ever on Christmas Day.
PS More about Stevie in I'm Busting' and then
her final story
Sissy Saved
