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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?

Feedback requested. I can continue it if desired.

Looks like a good start! Please continue this story.

Ben could ask Katja how not to dance. She did a complete dry run of spending the Halloween party mummified.

Ok first hev needs to be gagged but as long as hes barefoot im good xD

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?

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!"

Great story, little Pharaoh BEN TUCK TAMMIN is certainly going to enjoy the party and hopefully win 1st prize!!! A roll of toilet paper would be very appropriate.