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Bens mummified halloween party - Part 09 (F/mf)- request by JC1991
Bens mummified halloween party - Part 09 (F/mf)- request by JC1991
Ben's Mummified Halloween Party (F/M) - Part 1
It was already October 31st when Ben said to his mother: "Mommy, I still don't have an idea for my Halloween costume!" But his mother simply replied: "No costume - no party. Besides, I've been telling you almost every day for two weeks that you should finally decide on a costume!"
Ben rolled his eyes in annoyance: "Mommy - I told you not to rush into choosing! After all, costumes are going to be THE topic of conversation in my class for a while - so you can't embarrass yourself by choosing the wrong costume! Everyone knows that!"
His mother sighed: She'd heard this argument before. Her son Ben simply wanted the perfect costume for his Halloween party. If there were a costume contest, he would win by a mile - that was his goal. But this perfectionism meant that all the costumes his mother suggested—vampire, zombie, monster, and many more—weren't even close to good enough.
The mother sighed again: "This discussion isn't good for my blood pressure, I think. You'll be the nail in my coffin once again—figuratively speaking!" She looked at her son and noticed his strangely cheerful expression! "Are you happy about that? If I have a heart attack from excitement, you'll think differently, believe me! But then it'll be too late!"
Ben quickly shook his head. "Of course, your health is the most important thing to me, Mommy. And that's not what I meant. But…" His eyes lit up even brighter. "Coffin! An Egyptian mummy in a coffin! That's going to be my costume!"
His mother looked at him, completely perplexed. Ben explained: "You just wrap me in several layers of white cloth, put me in the coffin, close the lid, and bring me to the party."
The mother thought for a moment and smiled. "That's possible, my dear. We can try it right away. But... what should we use for the coffin?" The happy expression on Ben's face disappeared. He hadn't thought of that. "Well, it would have been too good to be true," he sighed.
"I got it!" his mother shouted so loudly that he jumped in shock. "Ben, my dear! Put on your pajamas. I'll do the rest!" "But I don't want to go to sleep yet, Mommy, it's only afternoon!" Ben protested. His mother was already out the door. Ben watched her go—what on earth was she up to?
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It was already October 31st when Ben said to his mother: "Mommy, I still don't have an idea for my Halloween costume!" But his mother simply replied: "No costume - no party. Besides, I've been telling you almost every day for two weeks that you should finally decide on a costume!"
Ben rolled his eyes in annoyance: "Mommy - I told you not to rush into choosing! After all, costumes are going to be THE topic of conversation in my class for a while - so you can't embarrass yourself by choosing the wrong costume! Everyone knows that!"
His mother sighed: She'd heard this argument before. Her son Ben simply wanted the perfect costume for his Halloween party. If there were a costume contest, he would win by a mile - that was his goal. But this perfectionism meant that all the costumes his mother suggested—vampire, zombie, monster, and many more—weren't even close to good enough.
The mother sighed again: "This discussion isn't good for my blood pressure, I think. You'll be the nail in my coffin once again—figuratively speaking!" She looked at her son and noticed his strangely cheerful expression! "Are you happy about that? If I have a heart attack from excitement, you'll think differently, believe me! But then it'll be too late!"
Ben quickly shook his head. "Of course, your health is the most important thing to me, Mommy. And that's not what I meant. But…" His eyes lit up even brighter. "Coffin! An Egyptian mummy in a coffin! That's going to be my costume!"
His mother looked at him, completely perplexed. Ben explained: "You just wrap me in several layers of white cloth, put me in the coffin, close the lid, and bring me to the party."
The mother thought for a moment and smiled. "That's possible, my dear. We can try it right away. But... what should we use for the coffin?" The happy expression on Ben's face disappeared. He hadn't thought of that. "Well, it would have been too good to be true," he sighed.
"I got it!" his mother shouted so loudly that he jumped in shock. "Ben, my dear! Put on your pajamas. I'll do the rest!" "But I don't want to go to sleep yet, Mommy, it's only afternoon!" Ben protested. His mother was already out the door. Ben watched her go—what on earth was she up to?
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Ben could ask Katja how not to dance. She did a complete dry run of spending the Halloween party mummified.
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Ok first hev needs to be gagged but as long as hes barefoot im good xD
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Very good. Yes please continue I must find out what Mommy plans on using as a coffin
for her little mummy to be, certainly she can't go to the local museum and heist a sarcophagus?



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Part 2
Utterly frustrated, Ben threw himself onto his bed. Why should he go to sleep already? Had he done something wrong?
Grumpily, he put on his pajamas and slipped under the covers. When his mother came in, she was surprised. "Is anyone tired yet?" Then she laughed. "I understand! But you should only wear your pajamas so that the pad isn't directly against your skin, but also so that ten kilos of clothing don't make you sweat unnecessarily! Now stand up and stand up—legs together and arms hanging at your sides, please."
Ben was more excited than he had been in a long time. He was about to feel like an Egyptian pharaoh, after his death. A kind of early VIP! No doubt about it—with this costume, he would be the star of the party! Expectantly, he slipped into his pajamas and looked at his mother.
But his mother suddenly hesitated and scratched her head. Ben looked down at himself. Did he perhaps spill something on his pajamas?
"Your party must last a few hours, right?" Ben nodded questioningly. "And all that soda you're drinking during it will surely have to be excreted at some point." Ben laughed. "Mommy - even if I'm pretending to be a 3,000-year-old mummy, the party will still take place in the year 2025. And sometime during those 3,000 years, humans invented something. Maybe you don't know it yet - but it's called a 'toilet'."
The mother grinned. "If my little pharaoh is that clever, he'll surely be able to explain to me how he's going to use this newfangled invention called a toilet when he's wrapped up from head to toe and in a 'coffin' on top of that! I'm listening!" Ben wasn't laughing anymore. Dream over!
The mother reassured Ben. "Don't panic. There should be something in the basement. I'll be right back." Ben was left with a big question mark on his face. Then all he could hear was the elevator taking his mother downstairs.
When his mother returned, she had a shelf from a large Swedish furniture store with her, which usually served as a storage area for various more or less important items in the basement. She removed the intermediate boards and tapped the back wall. "Sturdy enough. If we paint it and put wheels on it, it'll make a great sarcophagus. But first, let's solve your toilet problem."
To Ben's great horror, his mother presented... a diaper! "Now all we need is a pacifier for 'Baby' Ben," thought Ben. "How old do you think I am, Mommy? Two?" Ben exclaimed indignantly. His mother laughed again. "Anyway, you're acting like two right now. But if you want to ask one of the other party guests to unwrap you and then wrap you up again every time your bladder fills, that's fine with me. With the necessary lead time, you should be able to fully enjoy the few minutes of partying between bathroom breaks."
Ben became thoughtful. His mother confirmed: "It's the most practical solution, believe me. And if we wrap you up thickly enough, no one will notice what you're wearing. But maybe we should assemble the coffin first, then you'll have time to decide whether the party or your pride is more important to you!"
Utterly frustrated, Ben threw himself onto his bed. Why should he go to sleep already? Had he done something wrong?
Grumpily, he put on his pajamas and slipped under the covers. When his mother came in, she was surprised. "Is anyone tired yet?" Then she laughed. "I understand! But you should only wear your pajamas so that the pad isn't directly against your skin, but also so that ten kilos of clothing don't make you sweat unnecessarily! Now stand up and stand up—legs together and arms hanging at your sides, please."
Ben was more excited than he had been in a long time. He was about to feel like an Egyptian pharaoh, after his death. A kind of early VIP! No doubt about it—with this costume, he would be the star of the party! Expectantly, he slipped into his pajamas and looked at his mother.
But his mother suddenly hesitated and scratched her head. Ben looked down at himself. Did he perhaps spill something on his pajamas?
"Your party must last a few hours, right?" Ben nodded questioningly. "And all that soda you're drinking during it will surely have to be excreted at some point." Ben laughed. "Mommy - even if I'm pretending to be a 3,000-year-old mummy, the party will still take place in the year 2025. And sometime during those 3,000 years, humans invented something. Maybe you don't know it yet - but it's called a 'toilet'."
The mother grinned. "If my little pharaoh is that clever, he'll surely be able to explain to me how he's going to use this newfangled invention called a toilet when he's wrapped up from head to toe and in a 'coffin' on top of that! I'm listening!" Ben wasn't laughing anymore. Dream over!
The mother reassured Ben. "Don't panic. There should be something in the basement. I'll be right back." Ben was left with a big question mark on his face. Then all he could hear was the elevator taking his mother downstairs.
When his mother returned, she had a shelf from a large Swedish furniture store with her, which usually served as a storage area for various more or less important items in the basement. She removed the intermediate boards and tapped the back wall. "Sturdy enough. If we paint it and put wheels on it, it'll make a great sarcophagus. But first, let's solve your toilet problem."
To Ben's great horror, his mother presented... a diaper! "Now all we need is a pacifier for 'Baby' Ben," thought Ben. "How old do you think I am, Mommy? Two?" Ben exclaimed indignantly. His mother laughed again. "Anyway, you're acting like two right now. But if you want to ask one of the other party guests to unwrap you and then wrap you up again every time your bladder fills, that's fine with me. With the necessary lead time, you should be able to fully enjoy the few minutes of partying between bathroom breaks."
Ben became thoughtful. His mother confirmed: "It's the most practical solution, believe me. And if we wrap you up thickly enough, no one will notice what you're wearing. But maybe we should assemble the coffin first, then you'll have time to decide whether the party or your pride is more important to you!"
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Great story, little Pharaoh BEN TUCK TIMINBED is certainly going to enjoy the party and hopefully win 1st prize!!! A roll of toilet paper would be very appropriate. 


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Great continuation! Keep going, please. 




It really looks like a great story, so far. Please, keep posting!
Love the way this is building up.
Please keep going.
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Part 3
Ben was struggling with himself: On the one hand, he was ashamed to death, but on the other, he didn't want to miss the party under any circumstances. "And... what if I just choose a different costume? Like a monster... or a witch... or a vampire... or...?"
His mother smiled wearily: "You've certainly had plenty of time for that, Ben! The shops are closed now. So... either a mummy with a diaper - or a party without Ben! Your choice!"
With a bright red face, Ben undressed from the waist down. When he was finished, his mother turned around. "Maybe you should go to a modern toilet first before you travel to ancient times. But try to empty your bowels and bladder as completely as possible - I can't change your diaper until the party is over. That would be far too much work," she said to the wall.
Ben would have preferred to spend the rest of the day on the toilet bowl behind the closed door - he was so ashamed. But eventually, he flushed the toilet. Quickly and without comment, his mother put the diaper on him and fastened it at the side. Ben was surprised at how pleasantly soft the unfamiliar garment felt against his skin.
"Well, you see—it wasn't so bad, was it!" his mother said, looking into Ben's bright red face. "Don't panic, my dear. It may have been a few years ago—but the sight isn't really new to me, believe me! I'll give you a few minutes to get used to feeling of the diaper before I continue your mummy transformation—if you still want! In the meantime, I'll take care of your 'coffin.'" She held up the brush and left Ben alone with his feelings.
I hope you're still enjoying the story.
Part 3
Ben was struggling with himself: On the one hand, he was ashamed to death, but on the other, he didn't want to miss the party under any circumstances. "And... what if I just choose a different costume? Like a monster... or a witch... or a vampire... or...?"
His mother smiled wearily: "You've certainly had plenty of time for that, Ben! The shops are closed now. So... either a mummy with a diaper - or a party without Ben! Your choice!"
With a bright red face, Ben undressed from the waist down. When he was finished, his mother turned around. "Maybe you should go to a modern toilet first before you travel to ancient times. But try to empty your bowels and bladder as completely as possible - I can't change your diaper until the party is over. That would be far too much work," she said to the wall.
Ben would have preferred to spend the rest of the day on the toilet bowl behind the closed door - he was so ashamed. But eventually, he flushed the toilet. Quickly and without comment, his mother put the diaper on him and fastened it at the side. Ben was surprised at how pleasantly soft the unfamiliar garment felt against his skin.
"Well, you see—it wasn't so bad, was it!" his mother said, looking into Ben's bright red face. "Don't panic, my dear. It may have been a few years ago—but the sight isn't really new to me, believe me! I'll give you a few minutes to get used to feeling of the diaper before I continue your mummy transformation—if you still want! In the meantime, I'll take care of your 'coffin.'" She held up the brush and left Ben alone with his feelings.
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Boy will the archeologists have fun with this discovery 10,000 years from now when Ben is put on display in a museum.
Great story @johopp


Great story @johopp
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Part 4:
"I'm sorry, but it took a little longer than expected! Is everything still okay, my dear?" Ben heard his mother's question as if through a thick wall of fog – he was so caught up in his emotional chaos. On the one hand, he felt humiliated by the diaper. On the other hand, he longed for the party and the game to begin. So he just nodded.
Relieved, his mother said, "Fine. Then I'll turn you into an Egyptian mummy. But first, I have a present for you." She handed Ben a kind of watch, but without a clock face. When she saw Ben's questioning face, she explained, "This watch measures your pulse and heart rate and constantly sends the data to my phone. That way, I can react at any time if you experience any panic or other medical problems during your time in the sarcophagus. Safety first. And starting tomorrow, you can use it for sports. It was supposed to be your Christmas present. But I'm sure I'll think of something new by then."
Ben politely thanked him and replaced his regular wristwatch with the new heart rate monitor. His mother pressed a few buttons and said with satisfaction: "Yes - it's working. My phone shows me your current readings - everything's fine! Then you can actually help me with the final preparations for the party while I prepare the coffin. I've already packed the bags with decorations and food, which you could take to the van. Then you can season the goulash - but not too much."
The two of them made good progress, and the decorations, food, and a whole lot of other things were already stowed in his mother's van. In keeping with the physical exertion, Ben's vital signs rose slightly. But by far the largest item was still missing.
"I present: 'The Mummy's Coffin'!" With a grand gesture, his mother pointed to the former shelf. Lying down, it was a bit longer than Ben was tall and about 80 centimeters high. His mother knocked on the back wall: It sounded sturdy. Ben noticed that the shelf was a little darker than usual: Apparently, his mother had grabbed some paint and a brush.
His mother looked at her own watch: "We have to hurry a bit. Help me stow the coffin in the van. After that, I'll transform you into a beautiful mummy." Once the shelf was stowed in the van, Ben could hardly tear his eyes away from his future 'coffin.' He got goosebumps. His new watch showed an increase in his heart rate. On the one hand, the feeling of being locked in such a narrow box frightened him, but on the other, he longed for it.
"Hello - Earth to son! Help me now!" His mother's voice slowly pulled him out of his thoughts.
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Part 4:
"I'm sorry, but it took a little longer than expected! Is everything still okay, my dear?" Ben heard his mother's question as if through a thick wall of fog – he was so caught up in his emotional chaos. On the one hand, he felt humiliated by the diaper. On the other hand, he longed for the party and the game to begin. So he just nodded.
Relieved, his mother said, "Fine. Then I'll turn you into an Egyptian mummy. But first, I have a present for you." She handed Ben a kind of watch, but without a clock face. When she saw Ben's questioning face, she explained, "This watch measures your pulse and heart rate and constantly sends the data to my phone. That way, I can react at any time if you experience any panic or other medical problems during your time in the sarcophagus. Safety first. And starting tomorrow, you can use it for sports. It was supposed to be your Christmas present. But I'm sure I'll think of something new by then."
Ben politely thanked him and replaced his regular wristwatch with the new heart rate monitor. His mother pressed a few buttons and said with satisfaction: "Yes - it's working. My phone shows me your current readings - everything's fine! Then you can actually help me with the final preparations for the party while I prepare the coffin. I've already packed the bags with decorations and food, which you could take to the van. Then you can season the goulash - but not too much."
The two of them made good progress, and the decorations, food, and a whole lot of other things were already stowed in his mother's van. In keeping with the physical exertion, Ben's vital signs rose slightly. But by far the largest item was still missing.
"I present: 'The Mummy's Coffin'!" With a grand gesture, his mother pointed to the former shelf. Lying down, it was a bit longer than Ben was tall and about 80 centimeters high. His mother knocked on the back wall: It sounded sturdy. Ben noticed that the shelf was a little darker than usual: Apparently, his mother had grabbed some paint and a brush.
His mother looked at her own watch: "We have to hurry a bit. Help me stow the coffin in the van. After that, I'll transform you into a beautiful mummy." Once the shelf was stowed in the van, Ben could hardly tear his eyes away from his future 'coffin.' He got goosebumps. His new watch showed an increase in his heart rate. On the one hand, the feeling of being locked in such a narrow box frightened him, but on the other, he longed for it.
"Hello - Earth to son! Help me now!" His mother's voice slowly pulled him out of his thoughts.
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Ben is going to have so much fun,.
"Party Control To Mummy Ben", "Party Control to Mummy Ben", "Take Your Breathing Pills And Put Your Diaper On", "10, 9, 8, ... ".
"Party Control To Mummy Ben", "Party Control to Mummy Ben", "Take Your Breathing Pills And Put Your Diaper On", "10, 9, 8, ... ".

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This story is progressing very well.
Please continue.

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Here is part 5:
After Ben put on his pajamas, he and his mother carried the coffin to the car. Once it was stowed in the back seat, his mother fetched a pile of gauze bandages from the apartment. A cold shiver ran through Ben – now it was finally time.
"Should I wrap your arms and legs separately – then you could still walk and grab things, for example – or should I wrap your arms against your body and your legs together, Ben?" his mother asked. Ben thought for a moment and then stood with his legs pressed together and his arms at his sides.
His mother laughed. "I should have guessed!" Then she tied Ben's ankles together with a gauze bandage. "Does this fit? Not too tight or too loose?" she asked. Ben shook his head. His mother tied the gauze bandage tightly and then wrapped it a little higher and higher around Ben's legs until they were finally completely wrapped and pressed together.
Ben briefly checked the freedom of movement of his legs – no chance. He could only hop. The diaper was pressed a little tighter, but it comfortably padded the area.
His mother paused briefly. "Are you really sure you want your arms wrapped at your sides? You won't be able to grab anything!" "I can't do that in the coffin either. Besides, as a mummy, I've been dead for 3,000 years. Only my curse still haunts the rooms!"
His mother laughed again. "I just hope your curse doesn't affect one of the party guests!" Now Ben had to grin too. "Who knows!" Laughing, the mother finished wrapping her son. When she reached the neck, she said, "We'd better do the head on site for safety reasons! So lie down next to the coffin!"
Ben hopped over to the car and lay down next to the coffin as requested. His mother secured him to the ground with tension straps—"so you don't fly through the trunk if I slam on the brakes!"—threw a warm blanket over him, and drove off.
Let's get the party started—if you tell me how you liked this chapter.
Here is part 5:
After Ben put on his pajamas, he and his mother carried the coffin to the car. Once it was stowed in the back seat, his mother fetched a pile of gauze bandages from the apartment. A cold shiver ran through Ben – now it was finally time.
"Should I wrap your arms and legs separately – then you could still walk and grab things, for example – or should I wrap your arms against your body and your legs together, Ben?" his mother asked. Ben thought for a moment and then stood with his legs pressed together and his arms at his sides.
His mother laughed. "I should have guessed!" Then she tied Ben's ankles together with a gauze bandage. "Does this fit? Not too tight or too loose?" she asked. Ben shook his head. His mother tied the gauze bandage tightly and then wrapped it a little higher and higher around Ben's legs until they were finally completely wrapped and pressed together.
Ben briefly checked the freedom of movement of his legs – no chance. He could only hop. The diaper was pressed a little tighter, but it comfortably padded the area.
His mother paused briefly. "Are you really sure you want your arms wrapped at your sides? You won't be able to grab anything!" "I can't do that in the coffin either. Besides, as a mummy, I've been dead for 3,000 years. Only my curse still haunts the rooms!"
His mother laughed again. "I just hope your curse doesn't affect one of the party guests!" Now Ben had to grin too. "Who knows!" Laughing, the mother finished wrapping her son. When she reached the neck, she said, "We'd better do the head on site for safety reasons! So lie down next to the coffin!"
Ben hopped over to the car and lay down next to the coffin as requested. His mother secured him to the ground with tension straps—"so you don't fly through the trunk if I slam on the brakes!"—threw a warm blanket over him, and drove off.
Let's get the party started—if you tell me how you liked this chapter.
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Ben sounds very comfortable for a 3,000 year old mummy. I sure hope nobody tickles Ben once the party starts unless of course its me, or tries to make him drink Mead and spoil his diaper. BWAAAAHAHA that would be so mean of me.




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Part 6
When the engine started, Ben tested his restraints again. As with his previous attempts, there was no chance of escape. And he really didn't want to.
He could only move his head and feet, as his arms were wrapped to his sides and his legs pressed tightly together. It was pitch black in the trunk, but he always got enough air. He wished the car would never stop again.
But of course, his wish didn't come true. As gently as possible, his mother rolled the car to a stop in the parking lot behind his best friend Lara's house, where the Halloween party was to be held.
Lara and her mother laughed when they saw the coffin—and Lara, in particular, couldn't contain herself at the sight of the mummy. Ben's face turned bright red with embarrassment. Although he enjoyed his helplessness, Lara's constant laughter eventually became too much for him. His eyes filled with tears.
Lara's mother noticed how uncomfortable the situation had become for Ben. But despite her reprimands, Lara just couldn't stop laughing. She didn't mean any harm, but she just couldn't suppress it.
When Lara still didn't stop laughing despite the constant reprimands, her mother grabbed a roll of tape and stuck three strips of it over her astonished daughter's mouth. "Hmmmmph?" Lara exclaimed, completely taken aback, and tried to pull the tape off with her hand. But her mother's stern look stopped her.
Ben's mother replied: "Great idea, actually. By laughing at Ben, or rather Pharaoh 'BEN TUCK TIMINBED', the Pharaoh's curse has struck you personally, Lara. You are doomed to remain silent until your birthday guests find the mummy and you publicly apologize to Ben. That's the only way you can break the curse, Lara. If you don't manage to do that by the end of the party, this magical piece of tape will seal your mouth for the rest of your life."
Ben and Lara's eyes lit up - they both thought the idea was brilliant. "Then help me hide the coffin with Ben inside and finish the party preparations. And I think you can welcome your first party guests right after that, Lara, with your mouth still taped shut, of course!" Lara`s mother exclaimed. She studiously ignored the slight blush of shame on her daughter's face.
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Part 6
When the engine started, Ben tested his restraints again. As with his previous attempts, there was no chance of escape. And he really didn't want to.
He could only move his head and feet, as his arms were wrapped to his sides and his legs pressed tightly together. It was pitch black in the trunk, but he always got enough air. He wished the car would never stop again.
But of course, his wish didn't come true. As gently as possible, his mother rolled the car to a stop in the parking lot behind his best friend Lara's house, where the Halloween party was to be held.
Lara and her mother laughed when they saw the coffin—and Lara, in particular, couldn't contain herself at the sight of the mummy. Ben's face turned bright red with embarrassment. Although he enjoyed his helplessness, Lara's constant laughter eventually became too much for him. His eyes filled with tears.
Lara's mother noticed how uncomfortable the situation had become for Ben. But despite her reprimands, Lara just couldn't stop laughing. She didn't mean any harm, but she just couldn't suppress it.
When Lara still didn't stop laughing despite the constant reprimands, her mother grabbed a roll of tape and stuck three strips of it over her astonished daughter's mouth. "Hmmmmph?" Lara exclaimed, completely taken aback, and tried to pull the tape off with her hand. But her mother's stern look stopped her.
Ben's mother replied: "Great idea, actually. By laughing at Ben, or rather Pharaoh 'BEN TUCK TIMINBED', the Pharaoh's curse has struck you personally, Lara. You are doomed to remain silent until your birthday guests find the mummy and you publicly apologize to Ben. That's the only way you can break the curse, Lara. If you don't manage to do that by the end of the party, this magical piece of tape will seal your mouth for the rest of your life."
Ben and Lara's eyes lit up - they both thought the idea was brilliant. "Then help me hide the coffin with Ben inside and finish the party preparations. And I think you can welcome your first party guests right after that, Lara, with your mouth still taped shut, of course!" Lara`s mother exclaimed. She studiously ignored the slight blush of shame on her daughter's face.
To be continued after feedback.
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Great story.
I vaguely remember reading/hearing about Pharoah BEN TUCK TIMINBED in an "Ancient Egyptian History Class 518".

I vaguely remember reading/hearing about Pharoah BEN TUCK TIMINBED in an "Ancient Egyptian History Class 518".


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Part 7
When Lara opened the door to the other children invited to Ben's Halloween party, she feared the worst. And indeed, many of the young guests, either immediately after or even before the greeting, started talking about the tape covering Lara's mouth. Some with a worried tone, some with curiosity, but a few even laughed at Lara.
Lara fought back tears from the teasing. But her mother said, "Don't mock her! Instead, admire this brave explorer. Because even though she knew the risks, she continued searching for the mummy of the legendary pharaoh 'BEN TUCK TIMINBED', whose curse has now cost her her voice – hopefully not forever! She should be a role model for you!"
The young birthday guests looked down, embarrassed. One of them tried to pull the tape off Lara's mouth, but now it was Ben's mother who held him back: "Stop! The curse isn't so easy to break! But if anyone can successfully tread the dangerous path, it's all of you! Embark on a quest for the pharaoh's tomb and reap the fame of the explorers—or steal its treasures! Several stages riddled with traps await you, but ideally, fame or fortune as well. You'll find out whether you're a scientist or a grave robber after you've fortified yourself for the search."
Lara's mother added: "But leave some food behind. Because the mummy is surely hungry after more than 3,000 years in the coffin, and this brave explorer here..." - she pointed to her daughter - "...shouldn't be punished for her courage with deprivation! And now... Enjoy your meal!"
After everyone—except Lara, of course, whose mouth was still taped shut—had fortified themselves with rock cakes, mummy sausages, pyramid crackers, and similar delicacies from ancient Egypt, the treasure hunt began. Lara, too, was now in a good mood again and excited to hear what the mothers had planned next—as was Pharaoh 'BEN TUCK TIMINBED', who was listening in on everything via a hidden microphone in his coffin.
But I'll tell you about that in the next chapter—after your feedback, as always.
When Lara opened the door to the other children invited to Ben's Halloween party, she feared the worst. And indeed, many of the young guests, either immediately after or even before the greeting, started talking about the tape covering Lara's mouth. Some with a worried tone, some with curiosity, but a few even laughed at Lara.
Lara fought back tears from the teasing. But her mother said, "Don't mock her! Instead, admire this brave explorer. Because even though she knew the risks, she continued searching for the mummy of the legendary pharaoh 'BEN TUCK TIMINBED', whose curse has now cost her her voice – hopefully not forever! She should be a role model for you!"
The young birthday guests looked down, embarrassed. One of them tried to pull the tape off Lara's mouth, but now it was Ben's mother who held him back: "Stop! The curse isn't so easy to break! But if anyone can successfully tread the dangerous path, it's all of you! Embark on a quest for the pharaoh's tomb and reap the fame of the explorers—or steal its treasures! Several stages riddled with traps await you, but ideally, fame or fortune as well. You'll find out whether you're a scientist or a grave robber after you've fortified yourself for the search."
Lara's mother added: "But leave some food behind. Because the mummy is surely hungry after more than 3,000 years in the coffin, and this brave explorer here..." - she pointed to her daughter - "...shouldn't be punished for her courage with deprivation! And now... Enjoy your meal!"
After everyone—except Lara, of course, whose mouth was still taped shut—had fortified themselves with rock cakes, mummy sausages, pyramid crackers, and similar delicacies from ancient Egypt, the treasure hunt began. Lara, too, was now in a good mood again and excited to hear what the mothers had planned next—as was Pharaoh 'BEN TUCK TIMINBED', who was listening in on everything via a hidden microphone in his coffin.
But I'll tell you about that in the next chapter—after your feedback, as always.
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A hidden microphone in his sarcophagus at least Pharaoh BEN TUCK TIMINBED had entertainment for his 3000 year sleep that has now been interrupted by TEENAGERS (I shudder at the meer thought of teenagers).




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