Joey's Pacifier

Chapter Description: Joey faces the clean-up from what he's done. Yet again he's left asking questions about how this is supposed to LOWER his stress as he feels the humiliation surge through him.

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Lucas stirred as he was lifted up. Joey knew he had to say something, to tell his mom that the toddler wasn’t the only one in a stinky diaper, but he couldn’t. The shame was too strong; he was practically choking on it. He just kept his face hidden as if he could hide from reality itself. Joey was still trying to work out how to broach the subject of what had happened when he felt a hand pressing into the diaper between his thighs. He gasped as the freshly deposited waste was pushed against his skin.

“Looks like I have TWO babies overdue for a change.” Fran said. She didn’t sound as disgusted as Joey thought she ought to. Then again, keeping him diapered constantly made what had happened a certainty sooner or later.

Joey shivered a little as the hand withdrew but the diaper remained stuck to him. It was so horrible, the worst feeling he could imagine. He had an overwhelming itch that he needed to scratch but he couldn't get to it. He couldn’t understand how his mom was acting so casually when he, an eighteen-year-old man, had just crapped his pants!

“I’ll get to you after I change Lucas.” Fran said as she straightened up with a small groan.

“After…” Joey opened his fingers so he could peer through them at his mom, “C-Can you change me first?”

It was such a humiliating question. He wondered how exactly this was all supposed to be reducing his anxiety. His life seemed to have become an unending series of embarrassments.

“No, baby.” Fran said, “Lucas will kick up a fuss if he properly wakes up like this. It’s better to get him changed before he has time to get upset.”

“W-What about me?” Joey asked. He sniffed loudly. His own tears were only just being kept away.

“It’s good for you to get used to it.” Fran replied with a small shrug, “You’re going to be experiencing this a lot.”

Joey felt like a pit was opening underneath him and he was going to fall into the abyss. It might’ve been preferable to remaining in the present. Pooping himself just once had been such a dreadful feeling, the thought that he would be doing it again and again made him want to give up resisting the tears. He opened and closed his mouth several times but couldn’t find any words.

Lucas was placed on the changing table and the stinky diaper that had been taped to him was opened. Joey finally moved, getting on to his hands and knees and feeling the slimy diaper rubbing against him. He thought he might be sick. He’d changed Lucas enough times to know what it must look like in his underwear. He shuffled to the edge of his crib and gripped the bars, looking through at his mother who was humming a happy tune as she cleaned her youngest son.

“I’ve had enough now.” Joey said bluntly.

“Hmm?” Fran replied absentmindedly.

“I-I said… I’ve had enough now.” Joey repeated.

“I’m not going to cover this ground again.” Fran shook her head without looking his way. Then, without warning, she suddenly shouted, “Ben! Could you give me a hand?”

Joey felt a feeling of coldness wash over him as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. His teenage brother was about to walk in and see him in the most embarrassing position possible. Certainly, Ben was going to lose any and all respect he had for his big brother. As the nursery door opened Joey let out a whine and dropped forwards, so his face was pressed into the floor of the crib, his rear end was still stuck out behind him.

“God, it smells like a public toilet in here.” Ben said from somewhere near the door. Joey didn’t have the heart to look up and see his brother.

“Yes, I’ve got my hands full.” Fran replied.

There was a pause. No one said anything but Joey was sure his mother was indicating his way, that Ben was going to be looking over and realising what she meant. He could well imagine the look of disgust that would be curling Ben’s lips.

“So, I was hoping you would…” Fran started.

“I’m NOT changing his crappy diapers!” Ben interrupted indignantly.

Joey let out another moan of humiliation that was only partially muffled by the bottom of his crib. Could he possibly sink any lower? It seemed impossible. This had to be rock bottom.

“I’m not asking you to.” Fran said with a sigh, “When I’m done with Lucas, I would like you to take him downstairs and feed him breakfast, OK?”

“Sure.” Ben said. It sounded like he was eager for any excuse to leave the room. Joey had gone partially nose blind to the smell, but he knew it can’t have been good.

Joey remained in place until a new diaper was taped on his baby brother. Ben carried the toddler out of the room and Fran finally opened the crib so Joey could step out. He kept his legs as wide apart as possible as he slowly shuffled out. It was a useless gesture. He was trying to prevent the mess in his diaper spreading but it was already a disaster in there, he was wasting his time.

Joey started heading towards the changing table, but his mom took his hand and started guiding him towards the door to the landing. At first, Joey was confused, until he was taken to a room he hadn’t seen in a little while.

“I think this is going to require a bath. A big baby creates big stinks, I suppose.” Fran said, “You’re overdue for one anyway. I’ve got some special products I want to use.”

Joey stood in the middle of the bathroom. He shivered slightly though he wasn’t cold. Fran turned on the faucet and let the water warm up before turning to her oldest son. Joey would normally have been asking if he could do this alone, that he didn’t need the help he expected was coming, but he didn’t really have the will to argue. In truth, he would welcome not being the one to deal with what he had done.

Joey remained still, feet apart, as Fran leaned down to pull apart the front and back flaps on the onesie. It was clear she was doing her best not to breath through her nose. Joey wondered if she regretted everything that was happening, since she was the one who had got the ball rolling on this unusual treatment. To her credit, if she was having second thoughts, she wasn’t letting it show.

“There’s no need to cry, baby.” Fran said, “We’ll have you all clean in just a few minutes.”

“I’m not…” Joey started. He was about to argue that he wasn’t crying but that would’ve been a lie. He’d barely noticed that tears were still silently running down his face.

“This is why onesies are so good for babies.” Fran said as the onesie’s flaps fell between Joey’s legs. He felt the diaper immediately sag, “They make it very easy for diaper changes. Alright, after I take this off you, I want you to stand in the tub, OK?”

Joey nodded his head. He was still embarrassed, but the prospect of getting out of the poopy diaper was enough to override any objections he might have had. He lifted his arms as his mom tugged on the onesie and brought it over his head, then he carefully stepped over the side of the bathtub into the inch deep warm water that was still flowing from the faucet.

Joey looked away as his mom started pulling on the tapes. This was something he definitely didn’t want to see. The disposable slackened and then fell away; it didn’t hit the wet bottom of the tub though. Fran had deftly caught it and folded it up, changing so many diapers in her life must’ve made such manoeuvres instinctual.

“Alright.” Fran said as she opened the bathroom door and dropped the horribly discoloured diaper outside it, “Turn around and bend over.”

“M-Maybe I should still do this part…” Joey suggested. With a majority of the mess now taken away Joey was ever so slightly more confident.

“Baby…” Fran replied. She tilted her head slightly and raised an eyebrow.

Joey didn’t need to hear any more. He slowly turned around in the tight space and bent over as asked. In this position it was impossible to avoid looking down and he could already see some lumps of what he had done falling away from him. Fran took the detachable showerhead and turned it on. A second later the jets of warm water were turned on Joey, and he instantly started to feel better. He watched as a cascade of brown water fell into the tub to be quickly washed away, the longer the spray went the cleaner it became until finally it didn’t feel like anything was stuck back there at all. He let out a deep sigh.

“Stay standing.” Fran said as she turned off the shower, “I’ve got some new product I want to try on you.”

Joey straightened up and turned to face his mom. He didn’t bother covering up his intimate areas, there didn’t really seem to be any point in it anymore. His mom was seeing just as much of it as he was.

“This will feel a bit warm.” Fran said as she opened a bottle, “We just need to leave it on for a few minutes.”

For the first time, Joey noticed his mom had put on some rather thick looking rubber gloves. He wondered if she’d had those on when cleaning him, he hadn’t been paying attention. It turned out the bottle contained a thick cream which was then liberally applied to Joey. It was rubbed in to his arms, legs, chest and, most embarrassingly, his groin. He averted his eyes as his mom handled his most intimate parts yet again. She wasn’t wrong about the warmth, almost as soon as the cream was applied, he could feel it warming his skin almost to the point of burning. He started to get fidgety. Fran had told him not to wipe the cream off but as it got hotter and hotter he struggled to follow the instruction.

“Just another minute.” Fran said as she looked at the time on her phone.

“What is all this?” Joey asked. He wrinkled his nose, “It smells gross.”

“It’s hair remover.” Fran said casually.

“It’s… What!?” Joey’s eyes grew wide. Suddenly the heated feeling covering his body felt a hundred times worse.

“It will make it easier to keep you clean.” Fran said, “Besides, babies don’t have hair everywhere. Thirty seconds.”

Joey whimpered. He looked down at his body and thought he saw the cream bubble though it was more likely just dripping off him. He felt an urge to wipe it all off, but he stopped himself. It was likely already too late, and he worried that if he started flailing, he’d end up getting the cream on his head which would be a lot worse.

“Is it, erm… Permanent?” Joey asked anxiously.

“No.” Fran replied. Joey’s relief was short-lived, “We’ll have to apply this once a month or so. Right, time to rinse it off. Close your eyes.”

Joey did as he was told and felt the showerhead turned on him again. He felt immediate relief as the hot cream was washed away. Every patch that was removed felt wonderfully cool, but also very different. His skin felt more sensitive. When he was finally allowed to open his eyes, he was almost too hesitant to look down. When he did, he gasped.

Joey had never been the hairiest man around. He had the usual covering on his arms and legs as well as around his groin, but in terms of his chest, he only had one wispy section in the middle. All of it was gone now. He could hardly believe his eyes. His skin was as smooth as if he had never even started puberty. He had been naked in front of his mother often in the previous day or so, but he never felt quite as on show as he did now.

“Perfect.” Fran said with a smile.

Joey felt her hand against his arm as she reached out to run a finger against his skin. It was so… smooth. It felt very strange and would certainly raise questions from anyone who might see his arms or legs in the near future.

“Alright, sit down.” Fran said as she put the showerhead back on to its holder, “Bath time.”

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