Story #10: Not Just a Costume

Story #10: Not Just a Costume: "Aww, that's so cute! What a sweet big brother you must be. Such a good sense of humor to let your little brother pick your costume!" Jacob forced a weak smile as candy got tossed into the plastic pumpkin pail that he was carrying. He didn't even need the cursory look to know that Kyle's smile was far more broad and genuine. Why wouldn't it be? Just like always, the little monster had gotten everything he had wanted, and Jacob was left to whatever whims caught his fancy. The door shut and the pair of boys turned to walk back down to the street. The air was punctuated with the sounds of children trick-or-treating, but in the immediate area, the only sound that Jacob focused on was the constant crinkling from below. Sporting a padded posterior was nothing new, but so openly displaying that fact in public was certainly a first, and hopefully last. The diapers had been a part of his life for a while, all a part of his younger brother's machinations to keep Jacob in a reduced role. In a way, Kyle hadn't afforded his brother the privilege of being pottytrained. Jacob had already been a late bloomer, and so he and his brother had been training at the same time, and that must have been the first time that Kyle asserted himself as an authoritarian force. Kyle had sabotaged his brother at every turn and even had gone as far as to continuously drive into their parent's heads that Jacob wasn't ready. The end result, even five years later, was that Jacob was still snugly in diapers and had struggled to control his more embarrassing functions. Miraculously he had kept it a secret at school and around the neighborhood, but at home, it was no secret who the 'baby' brother really was. That brought things to Halloween night. After Jacob had messed up and backtalked his brother, Kyle had become quite insistent on what his brother should be for Halloween: a baby. He was out in the open as a baby. Not one part of his 'costume' had been bought in anticipation of the night. No, all it was home-sourced from his every-day life. From the pacifier in his mouth, to the bib around his neck, and finally, to the puffy garment that was printed with lots of cute little pumpkins. This was no costume, this was just attire fit for an average Thursday evening! Nobody knew the truth of it at least, but that didn't fully numb the stinging indignation of being paraded around in the chilly autumn air, with his Pampers hogging the runway. He got plenty of laughs from the other kids, and even the parents would chuckle, but Jacob was just dying inside. Kyle was having a grand time as the night toiled on and their pails became more and more full with sugary delights. Jacob had grown less and less enthused though, and worse, he could feel that he would soon need to 'go'. "We got enough candy, Kyle. Can we just go back home?" The younger boy looked him up and down, before smiling wickedly and pointing down the street. "One more house, Jakey. After that, then we can call it a night..." Jacob groaned and relented, making the slow trudge down the street to the house. The horror he started to feel was augmented by the pressure he felt in his bowels. This wasn't just any house, but the house belonging to Bobby! He was the middle-school jerk that picked on all of the younger kids around the neighborhood! It was too late to turn back, even as he felt some nervous toots sputter into his oversized Huggies. Kyle rang the doorbell and gave Jacob a sharky smile. The door swung open and there he was, with a bowl of candy and an expression that was quickly becoming amused. "T-trick or treat.." He shakily held out the pail and stared at the ground. "Well let's see...Kyle's supposed to be some dorky, I don't know, superhero or something and Jacob is supposed to be...Hmmm...What are you Jacob? Besides even more of a wuss than I thought." His brother gave him a firm pat on the rump, "Isn't it obvious? Go on, Jakey, tell him! Tell him what you are." Jacob's cheeks burned a bright crimson and he clenched his fingers tightly around the handle of the pumpkin pail. "I-I'm uhhh...I'm..." The words felt stuck in his throat, as much of a foregone conclusion as they were. "Say it." His brother more tersely commanded, growing impatient with the slow development of his spectacle. "...B-baby. I-I'm a big...ba--" There was suddenly an eruption from the back of his diaper, like a pronounced trumpet note being played at the bottom of a bog. Jacob's eyes got wide and he could feel that a veritable geyser of sticky, smelly mush had just flooded the cushioned bulwark of his babypants. "--By.." Bobby looked briefly disgusted, but that tepid repulsion began to morph into a calculated sadism. "...No way. Did you just crap your pants? I'm sorry, your friggin' Huggies? Turn around, let me get a look!" Jacob just stood there, mouth hanging open and a magmatic payload of filth that had made his diaper puff out and swell. Kyle made the first move, grabbing him by the shoulders and forcing him to turn around. The younger boy gave his mushy seat a squeeze and faked a dramatic gasp, all while giving Bobby a clear view of the damage. "This was just supposed to be a costume, Jakey!" Jacob internally disagreed, while Bobby laughed and got out his phone to take a picture, and while his brother gave a condescending and sanctimonious lecture. This was not a costume. This was just his every day.