Story #164: Befitting the Costume:

Story #164: Befitting the Costume: (Content Tags: Spoopy, witchcraft, mushbrains and brain drain, messy diapers, humiliation, body alteration) "It's a gross stereotype, Ross. I don't think that it's funny for you to be making fun of kids with special needs like that." "Nah, you just don't have a good sense of humor. You're too sensitive, Lizzy; I look hilarious." While far from being politically correct, the boy was at least correct in that he looked comical, though offensively so. It wasn't a costume choice that had particularly surprised his sister, since she was used to his cringeworthy need to be shocking and appalling, but she honestly hadn't suspected he'd specifically choose *this*. Last year he'd walked around trick-or-treating with a noose hanging around his neck, which had been in enough poor taste, but at least that costume hadn't been so unnecessarily mean-spirited. It couldn't be said for his last costume that he was specifically targeting someone to mock, unlike this year, where he was obviously taunting one of their new neighbors. Just down the road, a woman had moved in with her son. The boy was a little older than Ross, but not by a whole lot, and he was clearly mentally disabled in some way. Of course he didn't look like this hurtful cliche that Ross had dressed as, but he noticeably was cognitively impaired enough to still be in diapers. Ross and Lizzy were twins, but they were worlds apart, which was abundantly clear by them standing next to one another in their Halloween costumes. Lizzy was dressed like a princess, and Ross by his own words was dressed like a 'retard'. He had on a bicycle helmet on with a sticker on the front that said: "Caution: Slow child at play" and an old Barney shirt that was about two sizes too small, which showed off a bit of his tummy. He'd also dug out an old bib that said 'Super Stinker' on the front and he was wearing the velcro light-up shoes that he'd scolded his mother for buying him last year. Ross had a fake set of plastic teeth that would also make his dental work look decidedly more messed up, while also forcing a stupid sounding lisp out of him. But the focal point was what was around his waist. He'd repurposed an old white bedsheet to craft a big makeshift diaper out of. While crude, it was surprisingly well-made and it definitely sold the rude image that he was trying to fit. On the back of the 'diaper', he'd written 'i gots poo 4 brainz' in big misshapen letters by smearing warmed chocolate as his writing utensil. There were also several other little brown stains he'd put around the diaper with the remnants of the chocolate bar he'd used. There was nothing subtle about his 'costume'. There wasn't anything really redeemable about it either; while creative and executed well, it was also repugnant and mean. Especially since they were going to a costume party before the trick-or-treating began, which was being hosted for the kids of the street at... Their new neighbor's house. That was probably what Lizzy took the most umbrage with, since her brother must have planned this costume just for that reason. He hadn't wanted to go to the costume party, since he said it was just the 'moron's mother' trying to force people to be his friend. This was his way of protesting, with the explicit intent to offend their host. "You're going to make Freddy cry." "What? No I won't. He's too stupid to know that I'm making fun of him. He'll probably think I'm just a tard like him. Besides, I bet his mom won't even let me in dressed like this." Lizzie narrowed her eyes, "All this just to get out of going to the costume party?" Ross shrugged, "I shouldn't have to go if I don't wanna. Since mom and dad are forcing me, then I'll just get myself kicked out. Easy-peasy." "And then, what? You're going to go trick-or-treating like that?" The boy shook his head, "Nope. I got a backup costume in my room. I'll be going dressed as a ninja, not a nincompoop." "You know you're gonna get in trouble, right? Once Ms. Hazel tells mom and dad?" Ross didn't look particularly concerned by that. "That'll be a problem for tomorrow. I'll just apologize and they'll get over it." Lizzy didn't like his answer, but she wasn't in a position to do much to change it. She figured she'd just have to let this play out and apologize to the woman for her brother's rudeness, which was already something she often had to do on his behalf. Once they got to the party and rung the doorbell, it was another kid that answered the door. He took one look at Ross and started laughing, "What are you supposed to be?" Ross smiled with those fake janky teeth in, "Slow." The party itself was fairly typical. It was a lot of kids from different age groups, who all lived on this street or the next. There were a couple of more adults chaperoning, but they were mostly the parents of the youngest kids here. Most of the boys got a kick out of Ross and his costume, but he hadn't yet shown it to who he originally intended to see it. There was bobbing for apples and a Halloween mix playing in the background; plenty of treats that had a 'spooky' twist and punch out of a cauldron. If the host had been different and Ross would have had a choice, then he might have enjoyed himself instead of being intent on stirring the pot. Freddy, the mushbrain he was making fun of, was on the other side of the room and was dressed as a wizard. Ross couldn't help wonder if that costume had been chosen on purpose to both hide the outline of his diaper and to give him a 'smarter' persona to dress as. Wizards were seen as highly intelligent, though this one had a string of drool hanging from his slackened lips. "Should write 'dunce' on that wizard cap of his." Ross snickered as he made his way toward Freddy. The older boy was stuffing his hand into the candy jar, content to stand there and idly munch on sweets. Freddy has been too preoccupied with eating another fistful of chocolates to notice that Ross was coming right up to him. "How ya like my costume, Freddy?" Hearing his name, the chubby moron finally looked over and caught sight of Ross. He didn't even recognize Ross at first, or that this was a costume, as he'd seen a few similar outfits during his lengthy time in Special Ed classes. The only thing he could recognize as 'off' was that the diaper looked so big, but it wasn't crinkly and disposable like the diapers he was accustomed to. "Weird diapee." Freddy curtly commented, mouth half full of chocolate, which had gone on to stain his lips and tint his drool a muddy color. "Oh, and I suppose your diaper is totally normal." Ross snickered, "Since you're a wizard, I guess that you got a magic diaper, huh? Probably use a rattle for a wand..." Still oblivious that Ross was trying to mock him, Freddy lifted his robe to show what was underneath. He was wearing a diaper cover over his bulky tardpants, and it had the same design appearance as his hat: blue with yellow stars. "Yuh, magic!" Freddy suddenly froze and got an intense look on his face. Ross lifted an eyebrow, "You about to cast a spell, wizard boy? Maybe a fireball, or a magic missle?" It would become obvious that it was the latter, as a sloppy fart blasted the back of the idiot's diaper and a gross crackling noise heralded the launch of an ICBM, with extra emphasis on the BM part. Ross watched with a morbid fascination while the back of the padded garment began to bulge outward from the distinctly solid steamer being pushed out. Freddy was letting out some soft grunts, his twisted face getting pink and a lump of snot dangling from his nose. Even dressed as one of the most intellectual of roles, he couldn't hide that he was a pantspooping retard; it was almost cruel that he'd been put in such a costume, since it represented such a massive clash of imagery. It almost made him look even less intelligent than he actually was, just from a contrast of expectations. "Haha, eww, so nasty! You couldn't have walked into another room to do that? Maybe the bathroom? Where the frickin' toilet is?" Ross laughed, shying some steps away, just to avoid the earthy odor that was sure to follow this dimwitted display. While he was gawking, Ross hadn't noticed that the boy's mother had made her way to their part of the room, likely after hearing from another adult that one of the kids was in an offensive costume. She came up right behind Ross and put her hand firmly on his shoulder. "Little Ross Rogers from down the road...Can I ask what you're supposed to be?" Her tone said that she already knew exactly what he was supposed to 'be', but that she needed to hear him confess it. Ross tilted his head back and smiled coyly, "You should know, shouldn't you? Also, someone pooped; shouldn't be hard to guess who." The woman clicked her tongue and shook her head in disappointment. She'd set this little party up so that her son could better befriend the other children of the neighborhood, but it looked like Ross would rather be a rude little rabble-rouser. She peered down at the makeshift diaper around his waist, noting both the brown stains and the chocolate-etched words that he'd written. The disrespect on display from the costume was beyond the usual kind that she expected from ignorant little boys like Ross. This went beyond simple exclusion or mockery, this was a pointed pageantry being put on. From head to feet, Ross had made himself look like the very caricature of a mushbrained retard, and then he'd brought that stew of stereotypes to her front door. It was vile, and it'd taken a considerable effort to accomplish. Certainly more than simply making fun of Freddy to his face would have been. Fortunately, her son didn't seem aware of what Ross was doing; in such an extreme get-up, he simply didn't recognize that it was his non-special neighbor. Freddy still thought it was just an unfamiliar face who wasn't in a costume at all. "Hard to say who pooped, since I see two diapers. One of which has brown smears all over the backside..." She responded with her hands on her hips. She didn't take well to people mocking her darling boy, and it was obvious that Ross was in desperate need of some perspective, so that he may build some empathy. Unfortunately for Ross, he'd been teasing the son of a witch. The boy frowned, "Well, mine is just a *costume*, made outta a bedsheet. That's chocolate on my butt." "A costume? Are you supposed to be a baby biker? Is that why you're in a diaper? Or why you have a bib and helmet?" Ross groaned, wondering genuinely if he'd messed up and somehow not made it clear enough what he was attempting to mock. He wouldn't get kicked out of this party by being too subtle; the woman had to know that he was trying to be hurtful, even if he had to spell it out for her. "No! I'm supposed to be a dumb-dumb. Y'know, like, all special ed. A *retard* with poo for brains, just like it says on my diaper." He said, folding his arms and practically daring the woman to be rightfully offended by his brazen remarks. "Oh, I see. I didn't realize you were a friend of my son from his class." He blinked, "N-no! That's not what I mean! It's a costume!" She smiled back at him with a twinkle in her eyes, "Is it? Are you sure?" Before Ross could bluntly clarify, the very person he was mocking suddenly spoke up. "Mommy! I did boom-boom." The lady brushed past Ross and kneeled down to check her son's dirty diaper, "Oh, you sure did sweetie. Let's go get you cleaned up and then you can play with your little classmate here." Ross was absolutely seething as he watched the dummy get walked off for a bumchange. She had rightfully identified him by name when she'd first walked up, so why was she acting like he was someone he wasn't? It was annoying and humiliating to not only have his bullying be ignored, but to have it turned back on him so masterfully. Since he wasn't being kicked out, he decided he should at least eat something. He toddled over to the table and began to stack food on a Halloween themed paper plate. Some pizza, some chips, some chocolate... The boy began to mull over his costume and wondered if he had somehow not been extreme enough. It was hard to imagine he could have done much else to make the outfit more crude. Maybe if he had swapped the helmet for a dunce cap, but that felt like a lateral shift at best. Trapped in his own irritable thoughts, he started to snack. Another kid, dressed as a pirate, stopped to chat and inquire about Ross' costume. Dejectedly, Ross started to explain what he was supposed to be, but he quickly found himself getting tongue-tied with his words. He suddenly remembered the plastic set of teeth in his mouth and went to remove them, but he couldn't get them to budge! Had he gotten them stuck by eating with them on? He tried to fiddle with them, but they felt almost like they were his real teeth! That concern would soon be overshadowed by another one: he really needed to use the bathroom. The urge had blossomed out of the blue, and it felt strange; it started sharp, but rapidly softened to a dull tingle in his gut. He was left wondering whether or not he really had to take a dump. If at all possible, he wanted to avoid voiding at someone else's house, especially since it would be a pain to get this makeshift diaper off, so he was left teetering on his toes and wondering if it was really urgent or not. With the dull cramp seeming to subside, he went to mingle with some more of the other kids who'd been been invited. His cynical perception was that his own view on this little 'party' was hardly unique, but that he'd been the only one bold enough to make a statement about it. Surely nobody else wanted to be forced to come to this shindig, where they would be expected to play nice with the new neighborhood idiot. It didn't seem that way by the manner that the other kids were acting though. None of them appeared upset or annoyed to be here, and he'd seen some of them talking to Freddy when he'd first arrived, as if he was worth the effort. If that was truly the case, then he would see them as nothing more than sheep or lemmings, who didn't value their own time or their selves. Who would want to be made to 'befriend' a retard that pooped on himself? It was atrocious! He'd started to say as much to the small group of kids that he'd infiltrated, but he felt like he was losing his words again. Like he was tripping over basic phonetic sounds and lisping or slurring between stammering pauses. Ross kept having to wipe his mouth too, because his lips kept feeling like they were getting too wet. Maybe the fake teeth were making him drool a little? He shrugged it off, deciding that could only solidify the realism of his costume. "Izz jussa tardee partee, and uhhh...uhhh..." The other kids were nodding along as if they agreed, but to an outsider it would appear more like they were humoring the boy's incomprehensible babble. "Iz uhh...umm...stoopid. Stoopid partee." Ross suddenly felt a noisy fart slap between his cheeks and he pursed his lips at the feeling. "Fardy pardy..." That got some laughs and Ross smiled, thinking his message was getting through. He *was* quite the clever comic, was he not? He was so busy patting himself on the back that he didn't seem to realize that he was bending his knees. Nor did he recognize that he was squeezing out one titanic turd after another, right into the back of the bedsheet diaper he'd earlier marred. The relatively thin material bulged, distinctly taking the lumpy appearance of the internal contents that the sheet held. "...I think he just crapped his pants." "Should I get a grown-up?" "Nah, someone will notice. Probably before he does." What were they talking about? Had Freddy come back into the room and already messed his pants again? It wouldn't come as a surprise, but that'd still be an impressive turnaround for another dirtied diaper! Not much longer and Ross felt his legs getting tired. He found a nice spot to sit and had to double check his chair, because it felt like he'd sat in a warm pie or something. He chalked it up to the sheets just feeling weird and got comfortable. He had a feeling that after having some time to think, that Freddy's mom would get upset enough to throw him out, and then he could enjoy the rest of his Halloween away from any mushbrains. While waiting, he began to idly pick his nose and snack on what he mined. He could hear people giggling still and he smiled, knowing they must be amused by the absurdity of the 'statement' he'd wrapped himself in. He'd have to remember to rub his sister's nose in the fact that people hadn't been 'offended' like she thought they'd be! But first, he was feeling more of those tummy tingles. Maybe something off the snack table wasn't agreeing with him? Didn't matter, he'd only have to be here a few more minutes. Well, maybe he'd stick around a bit. Freddy had come back out, and for some reason, he didn't look as dimwitted as he had before. He was still a drooling diaper-boy, but there was a wit in those eyes that Ross hadn't recognized before. "So did you forget your costume, sweetie?" He suddenly heard from behind him; it was one of the grownups. Ross blinked and looked down at himself. This was his costume, wasn't it? Why didn't it feel like one? "Duhh..." He was going to answer, but then he felt another gurgling fart spewing into his diaper, and he had to lean forward in his chair while the 'diaper' got even more lumpy in back. The thought faded, as if it had been pushed right out into the bedsheet around his waist. Maybe if he was lucky, he could get a cool costume just like Freddy had!