Jaic picked his jeans up off the floor and pulled them on halfway, then slid his left hand inside his boxers and felt the loose, warm skin surrounding his testicles. It was soft and felt nice. His fingers separated them as his right hand pulled his jeans up and the center seam nestled snuggly between his balls. He gripped the top of his jeans as he then pulled them up as far as his pubic bone would allow as he spread his legs and firmly grinded the seam of his jeans front and back between his butt cheeks to ensure he could not possibly pull his jeans any higher. Holding them up in the tight grip of his left hand, he took his belt from the closet and fed it through the loops of his pants, careful not to loosen his hold of them. Then he fastened it as tight as he could around the bottom of his chest as to remove any possibility that they might sink down. The bottoms of his pants stopped just below his calves. He threw on a t-shirt and hoped to make a good impression as he approached the kitchen.
His mother turned around. Her expression instantly changed into one of extreme fear, disappointment, and worry. She gasped in horror and her left hand covered her mouth at the sight of her son. "Bihl…oh Bihl…" is all she could whimper in her distress.
Jaic's father pulled himself out from under the heavily-soiled bedding and charged toward them. He pulled his underwear back up as he ran. Brown streaks ran up and down his body. He was stopped dead in his tracks as soon as his eyes fixed on the blasphemy before him. "Cewzin!" he yelled in a deep voice full of shock and disbelief. "Look at this boy's pants! How many times have I told you to pull your pants up, boy?"
"Oh Jaic…" his mother said in mourning and shook her head, "how could you?"
Bihl grabbed the top of Jaic's pants and pulled them up as hard as he could. "Confound it, boy, get this damn belt off until you can wear your pants like a real man!" His father fumbled with the buckle in determined frustration but only succeeded in increasing his anger.
"Please help him, Bihl," Cewzin pleaded.
"Cewzin, get over here and help me!"
Jaic's mother hurried over. "What do you want me to do?"
"Ugh, get this, ugh, this damn belt untied!" he grunted.
Cewzin desperately grasped for the pin holding the belt into place as her husband pulled the loose end tighter to release it.
"Grab that metal hook thing, Cewzin!"
She tried to flip it out but it was still caught in one of the holes.
"Grab it, god damn it!" Bihl rhymed.
Cewzin, in tears, replied, "You have to pull it more."
"God damn it, Cewzin! I'm already pulling it as far as it will go!"
The belt slipped out of his sweaty hands and he staggered back. With a full refill of aggression, he lunged forward and pulled the loose end of the belt with all his might. In that magnificent second of power, Cewzin was able to free the pin of the hole and the belt was loosened.
"I got it out! Bihl! I got it out, honey! I got it!"
Jaic's father yanked his son off the ground by his jeans. "Cewzin, help me out here!"
Full of hope, she asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"Ugh, hold his feet down. The boy's too light. You need to feed him more."
She knelt down and hugged her son's ankles as her husband dragged them both along the ground.
"Hold onto something!"
Cewzin frantically looked around for anything to catch her foot on, but Bihl jerked his son down to kneel and planted his right foot against Jaic's shoulder for leverage. With this new position, Bihl manhandled his son's jeans and pushed against his shoulder.
"Get………IN there!" He relentlessly pulled and pulled on Jaic's jeans, smearing poop from his own body onto him. "Cewzin, push this boy's pants up! Try to get them higher!"
Jaic's mom whole-heartedly obliged and tugged at the pant legs.
"You're going to be the death of us, boy," Bihl accused. "Cewzin, come here and tighten this belt, hurry!"
Cewzin quickly joined her husband and fastened the 2 ends.
"Make it tighter!"
"I'm trying, honey."
"I'm sorry, it won't go any more!" his mother yelped, full of shame. She fitted the pin into the tightest hole she could and connected the belt an inch above where Jaic had it previously. Bihl's grip failed and he fell backward to the floor.
He scrambled to get up, gave Jaic a once over, and said, "Cewzin, this boy is growing. He needs some longer pants."
"I'll lengthen them right now!" she happily offered.
"Get out your sewing machine and make this boy's pants longer, Cewzin. He can't go out looking like this. And get that shit off him. You're a mess, boy!"
As Jaic's mom attached pieces of purple, yellow, and brown plaid to the bottoms of the jeans, Bihl noticed the areas of filth on his own body.
"Cewzin, we need a new Shoo-Shoo blanket. This one's not getting it all off anymore."
Jaic lay on the table and waited for his mother to ruin his pants. He noticed the neighbor in the goldenrod house sitting on the cement steps to his house in his pajamas, holding a cup of coffee and observing the whole scene with calm amusement. Jaic wished the construction company would arrive with their walls soon. He hated everyone being able to look in and see them.
"You're still only that far? Hurry up!"
"I'm sorry, honey. I'm going as fast as I—"
"No, don't do it like that! You're going to sew it right to his leg...Don't go so close to that! You're going to overlap the part you already sewed! Go this way...No, do it like this...No, I said turn it like THIS...See these right here? These have to match up. Damn it, Cewzin, I'm going to be late to work if I have to stay here and look over your shoulder all day!"
Jaic left for school as soon as his mother was done and his father was still in his underwear.