Chudayi Ke Din Chdayi Ki Raaten 8211 Part I
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Bart stood in front of the mirror and admired the handsome reflection that stared back at him. He'd developed some real tone over the summer and now a few weeks into his senior year at Springfield High he'd finally started to add some mass. His pecs were becoming more pronounced everyday and his lean six-pack had started to come in nicely. He flexed his thighs, his bis and his tris, even taking a moment to appreciate the way his black boxer-briefs hugged his glutes before turning around and admiring the bulge that stood before him. A proud, thick-looking package that his jeans would nicely shape when he pulled them on in a minute. Sure he had stuffed a pair of tube socks down there to achieve that effect but that was his little secret. Well, one of his little secrets.
Bart reached down the front of his boxers to adjust slightly when he heard his door click open behind him and his sister's voice rang out as she strode into his room.
"Bart get your boney butt downstairs you're gonna make everybody la-" Lisa stopped herself mid-sentence when she saw what was in front of her. Her brother's muscular back flexed as he tried to double over and cover himself, the crack of his butt peeking over his boxers but the mirror was the real sight. Bart's hand down the front of his underwear gripping... Something big. Her jaw dropped a little as she took it in, before Bart put his other hand over his crotch and shouted back to her.
"Get the hell out of my room ya perv!"
Lisa bristled, taking her eyes off his bulge and yelling back. "Well quit playing with yourself and get downstairs, breakfast's ready!"
"I was not- Urgghhh! Just get out so I can put some clothes on." With this, Bart stormed across the room and shoved Lisa back into the hall before slamming the door in her face. Lisa stood for a moment outside the door. She remembered Janey and Sherri and Terri talking about Bart a couple of weeks ago. The twins said they'd seen him "move" it in class, through his pants. Lisa thought it was ridiculous at the time but now she had evidence and all evidence pointed to her brother being Hung. She giggled to herself nervously and rushed downstairs, not quite knowing how to process this new information.
Bart reached into his wardrobe taking out some slim blue jeans and a short-sleeve orange button-down. Sure he'd evolved it over time but a signature look was a signature look. He heard a giggle in the hallway and his sister's footsteps as she descended the stairs. She couldn't have seen it could she? 'No' thought Bart, he was covered up if anything he must've looked huge. Bart smiled at the thought and hoped Lisa might spread that around the school somehow and make everyone think he was packing. Bart slipped on the rest of his clothes and made his way down to the breakfast table. Marge was humming contentedly as she spooned eggs on to her's Homer's and Bart's plates before placing a bowl of fruit and a glass of green juice in front of Lisa's place. In the time it took Bart to sit down Marge had placed dishes of bacon and toast as well as a piping hot pot of coffee on the table before seating herself with her family.
Maggie had been away since last week on an intensive language course this time in Montreal, Bart thought for a moment that he'd probably heard his youngest sister say more words in Spanish, Italian, and French than he ever had in English.
The family shovelled food into their mouths and the table was quiet except for the sounds of eating. Lisa was particularly quiet, looking straight down into her bowl, completely avoiding eye contact with anyone. Bart decided to mess with her. "Hey Mom, can we talk about how Lisa was trying to see me naked this morning?"
Lisa very nearly spat her kale juice clear across the table as she spluttered, Homer continued eating oblivious to everything except the Springfield Shopper's funny pages and Marge frowned at Bart and grumbled. "Lisa was not trying to see you naked Bart. I asked her to tell you breakfast was ready."
Lisa swallowed hard and replied. "Yeah dork-breath, like anyone would ever want to see you naked anyway."
Bart smiled to himself before leaning back in his chair and calmly saying to his sister's red face. "I dunno Lis, I think there's plenty of girls at school who might be looking to 'do the Bartman.'"
"Bart! No being gross at the table." Marge said this and stood up, before adding. "Ooh, I better get the laundry folded before I start cleaning the kitchen."
Bart surveyed his outfit and remembered he threw his hat in the wash lat night.
"Oh thanks for reminding me Mom, can you grab my lucky red hat before the bus comes?"
Marge dropped the dish in her hand with a look of complete horror and took off running for the basement. Bart watched her run out of the room while Homer remained oblivious.
"What was that all about?" Bart said incredulously. Lisa shared his confused look before realisation hit her. "Bart, I think Mom was washing whites last night."
"Yeah? So, what does that have to do with- Oh no." Bart realised his mistake and sat frozen in place. Before seeing his mother re-emerge from the basement holding a basket full of pink laundry with a red hat sat on top. She was visibly shaking.
"Now, Mom-" Bart started before he was interrupted by his mother's eruption.
"Bartholomew J. Simpson! I have had it! I have had it with your constant disobedience, I have had it with your selfish behaviour!" Even Homer looked up as Marge's powerful shouting shook the kitchen. "Don't you remember the last time you turned the laundry pink that your father got sent to a mental institution?!" Mare dropped the basket as she yelled.
"Wait a minute, I remember that." Homer said, finally putting down the paper. "I had to spend three days with some big white dude who thought he was Randy Jackson!" The school bus pulled up outside as Homer spoke, before honking twice.
"Oh well, mistakes were made, lessons learned, no harm no foul. All that good stuff." Bart stammered as he stood up making for the front door. Marge stopped him and walked directly up to him, eye-eye with her son.
"It's gone too far now Bart. I'm going to have to give you a punishment that sticks so we never have this problem again." Bart recoiled as his Mom approached "And I know just what to do."
With that Marge grabbed the centre of her son's shirt before tearing it open, sending buttons flying all over the kitchen.
"Mom! What the hell?!" As her son protested Marge pulled the shirt off of his arms before saying to her husband. "Grab him Homie."
Homer hauled himself up and pinned Bart's arms behind him as Marge started removing the boys shoes and socks. Marge put her hands into the waistband of the young man's jeans before turning to her eldest daughter. "Lisa, you're gonna be late grab your's and Bart's backpacks and get to the bus please."
Lisa slowly obeyed, backing out of the room with the bags in hand. She could see Bart struggling as their mother tore the boy's jeans down and off of his ankles, exposing that hypnotic bulge from earlier. She leaned her head around the doorway, not wanting to look away but not wanting to get caught.
Bart twisted in his dad's arms. "Mom, no! What are you doing?!" He thrashed as hard as he could but that was only enough to turn him away so that his and Homer's backs were now facing Lisa.
"I'm sorry Bart but this is for your own good, you need to learn to respect the other people living in this house and that your actions have consequences. You wanted your hat cleaned and you spoiled a whole load of laundry to do it and put your father at risk of being committed again! So, since you cared so much about your hat and nothing else that's all you get to wear to school today." Marge looked at her boy with cold, serious eyes as she said this and grabbed the waistband of her young boy's boxers.
Bart looked down in terror, his face was bright red and he was working up a light sweat from struggling. He knew there was nothing he could do and in one efficient motion, like an executioner swinging an axe, Marge yanked the boys underwear clean off of him, letting a bundled pair of tube socks drop to the floor and exposing him entirely. His blood ran cold.
Lisa watched her mother tear off her brother's boxers and saw the socks fall to the ground. She held back a shocked gasp and realised that her brother had been trying to trick everyone and she knew what could be the only reason why. She smiled to herself and walked out to the bus, a plan already formulating in her head, nobody tricked Lisa Marie Simpson and got away with it.
"Now." Said Marge grabbing Bart's hat from the laundry pile and stuffing it onto his head. "You've got to make a choice. Either your father lets you go and you get on that bus yourself or he carries you out there just like this." Marge waved her hand up and down in front of Bart as she said this but maintained eye contact. Even though her hand was nowhere near touching him Bart still whimpered as his mother's hand drifted past his vulnerable, visible genitals. "And I don't think you want that do you?" She finished.
Bart was nearly overwhelmed by panic and shame but he had just enough of his wits about him to shake his head. Homer put him down gently and Bart immediately grabbed the hat from his head and used it to cover his crotch.
"Now go on, shoo. You're gonna be late." Marge said as she began to shuffle her boy towards the open front door. Bart felt pure fear run through him, his body was filled with tension and a tightness that made him feel like his blood had turned to cement. But still his feet carried him towards the front yard, knowing that being paraded out there uncovered would be the worst thing that could happen. They were on the precipice now a couple more steps and Bart would be outside he went for one last desperate attempt at pleading with his mother but only got as far as. "Mom, ple-!" Before he was stood on the door mat and the front door slammed in his face.
There he stood frozen, his worst fears realised. He was outside and he was completely, utterly naked.
Bart was broken out of his trance by a piercing wolf whistle. He looked over his shoulder and at the bus and in every window was a girl from his school and each one of them was staring at his bare ass. He turned sharply and cowered, his butt pressing against the cold wooden door. There they all were, Sherri and Terri, Janey, Alex, Allison, Susan even Jessica Lovejoy and they were all staring at his body covered only by his well-positioned and now ironically named 'Lucky red hat." Otto honked the bus's horn again, this time more impatiently and Bart saw his sister stood halfway between their house and the bus.
She looked at him with an evil smirk and said "Come on Bart. It's time for school."
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