Joey's Pacifier

Chapter Description: Joey finishes his cake and is taken upstairs for a glimpse at what his future is going to look like.

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All too soon the cake was gone, and Lucas’s face had been wiped clean. What came next was still a mystery to Joey, but he assumed he would be finding out before long. His mom stood up and walked around the table; she had picked Lucas up and had sat him on her hip when she tapped Joey on the shoulder.

“Come on.” Fran said.

“I still don’t understand.” Joey complained as he rose to his feet. Despite being eighteen and, presumably, finished growing he was still shorter than his mom.

“You will in a minute.” Fran replied, “Ben, did you want to wait down here?”

“Whatever.” Ben said as he roughly pushed past the rest of the family and went to the living room.

“Don’t mind him.” Fran said to Joey, “It’ll be an adjustment for us all.”

Joey felt like he might scream if he wasn’t given answers soon. Perhaps that is why he passively followed his mom up the stairs and down the landing. She stopped outside the nursery and pushed open the door.

“Come on in.” Fran said as she walked inside.

Joey slowly made his way down the landing. As he turned the corner and looked through the doorway, he saw his mom leaning over the crib and placing Joey inside. However, as he continued to walk in, he noticed there was quite a big change to the room. The first clue as to just what his mom meant when she talked about treating him like Lucas.

There was a second, very different, crib in the nursery. This one was inflated and definitely big enough to fit Joey. Inside it was bedding and sheets in the same style as Lucas’s. Joey’s mouth fell open as he stared at it.

“Do you like it?” Fran asked as she turned around to face away from the more traditional crib, “I couldn’t afford a wooden or metal one big enough to hold you but luckily I found this.”

“You can’t be serious…” Joey gasped.

“Of course, I am.” Fran said with a chuckle, “When I saw how much more relaxed that pacifier made you feel, I knew I had to do something. This will be a great for you. We’re going to take away all those stresses that have led you to be so tense.”

“But… but…” Joey couldn’t understand how his mom didn’t see how mad this all was.

“I’ve got you some new clothes as well, had to dip into the savings a little for those but when you see how adorable they are I’m sure you’ll agree they were worth it.” Fran continued. She walked over to the closet doors and opened them. Inside were Lucas’s clothes, obvious by their small size, and then a whole other set of clothes that were much larger.

“Alright, hands up.” Fran said as she walked back into the centre of the room.

“Why?” Joey asked dumbly.

“Because I’ve got to dress you more appropriately.” Fran said as if it was obvious, “I said that I’m going to treat you like Lucas and I mean it.”

“Mom, please… Can we talk about this?” Joey asked. Things were moving so fast and even as he spoke, he was compliantly raising his arms in the air.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Fran said as she pulled Joey’s shirt over the top of his head, “Look, I know it’s scary, but in a few weeks I’m sure you’ll be thanking us.”

“W-Weeks!?” Joey felt his stomach lurch, “How long is this going to last!?”

“We’ll see.” Fran shrugged, “It’s open ended but I think once you get into the stride of things you’ll never want to grow up again.”

Joey couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His shirt was discarded on to the carpet near the door and his mom started unbuckling his pants next. He knew he should be stopping her, but his eyes were fixed on the crib again. A small voice inside his head asked: “what if she’s right?”

The pacifier had very clearly had a positive impact on Joey’s state of mind. For whatever reason, sucking on it helped to calm him down when his stress was threatening to overwhelm him. What if Fran was right and this really was beneficial?

Joey shook his head. It was madness. He was eighteen years old, he was about to finish his exams and had college coming on the other side of summer. There was no way he could let himself be treated like Lucas. It was ludicrous. And yet, as his pants came down and left him in just his underwear, he still wasn’t stopping what was happening.  Maybe the shock was dulling his reactions, but his mom had seemingly put so much thought and effort into everything. Could it hurt to give it a try? Sleeping in an inflatable crib and sucking on a pacifier didn’t seem so bad and neither did wearing some slightly more childish clothes. If he ju-…

“Woah! Stop!” Joey was very suddenly broken out of his reverie as his mom pulled on the waistband of his boxers. She’d got them down just far enough to show the top of his pubes before his own hands stopped them going further.

“Oh, come on.” Fran rolled her eyes, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Besides, babies don’t have modesty.”

“But I’m NOT a baby!” Joey exclaimed.

“Not yet.” Fran agreed, “But we’ll get there. Now, hands off.”

Joey considered his options. He could refuse but he really didn’t want to hurt his mom’s feelings. Beyond that though, what were his options? Keep going as he was, stressing out every day to the point he was crying himself to sleep some nights and a raised blood pressure? Leave home on a salary which wouldn’t pay a fraction of rent? Couch surf with his few friends and family until they couldn’t stand him anymore? He didn’t think he could even impose himself on Tracy and her family, they were struggling enough as it was.

“What are you going to do?” Joey asked quietly.

“You’ll find out.” Fran replied in a friendly manner, as if she wasn’t currently tugging on the waistband of his underpants, “What’s the harm in trying?”

Joey took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Against his better judgement he relaxed his grip on his boxer shorts until they started sliding down his legs. He immediately felt so ashamed, naked in front of his mom for the first time since he had been a young boy. He cupped his hands over his genitals though it was far too late to actually hide anything.

“Right, up on the changing table.” Fran said as she pointed to the padded surface right next to them.

“What? Why?” Joey asked.

“Why do you think?” Fran shook her head and chuckled, “I said downstairs that I was going to treat you like Lucas and I meant it.”

Joey looked over to his youngest brother. He seemed totally unbothered by the scene playing out before him. In fact, he was flicking through a baby book that had big thick pages and sucking his thumb. He glanced down at the toddler’s waist and saw the diaper he was wearing. He felt his stomach do another flip.

“You can’t mean…” Joey started but Fran was already nodding.

“These were delivered a couple of days ago.” Fran said as she patted the diapers on the bottom shelf of the changing table, “I’ve been looking forwards to seeing how cute they look on you.”

Joey hadn’t paid them any attention before. Why would he? Diapers on the changing table shelves were completely normal. What he hadn’t noticed were that these ones were significantly larger in every dimension than the ones that were usually there. In fact, compared to the baby diapers on the shelf above they seemed enormous.

“Where did you even get them!?” Joey exclaimed as his cheeks turned red.

“The internet.” Fran shrugged, “You wouldn’t believe some of the things I saw on there!”

Joey was no stranger to the internet. He would very much believe what his mom has seen. But that is all besides the point, does she really expect to just put him in a diaper. He’s an adult, one that hasn’t had any accidents since he was originally potty trained, they’re completely unnecessary… except for the fact that his mom really thinks they will help reduce his stress. He sighs. He’s been down the path of trying to reason a way out of the situation and it didn’t work out.

“Can you at least turn around?” Joey muttered in embarrassment.

“I’ve already seen it.” Fran laughed, “And if I’m going to be changing your diapers you best believe I’m going to be seeing it a lot more.”

The colour drained from Joey’s face. He knew he should’ve expected it, but the idea of putting a diaper on was one thing, the idea of having that diaper changed was something else. He really wasn’t going to be allowed to use the toilet.

Without any clear options, Joey awkwardly climbed up on to the table whilst still using one hand to try and cover as much of his private parts as possible. He turned over and laid on his back, looking down the length of a table that he only just fit on to see Fran holding one of the diapers. It was a plain white with a line Joey recognised as a wetness indicator running from front to back. He saw it unfold, and it looked huge in his mom’s hands. He couldn’t believe this was really going to happen. Every muscle in his body wanted him to get up and run away but he forced himself to remain completely still.

“Lift up.” Fran said as she tapped the side of Joey’s hips.

Joey did as he was told and felt the papery edges of the diaper brush his skin. When he lowered back down there was noticeably more padding underneath his butt. His heart was hammering and he felt vaguely sick. He still had his hands covering his genitals as Fran lifted the front of the disposable up between his legs.

“You’re going to have to move your hands.” Fran said with a smile, “They aren’t supposed to be in there.”

Joey blushed even redder and looked away. He closed his eyes tightly as he moved his hands away and exposed himself to his mother for the second time in as many minutes. It was hardly any better when he felt the padding of the diaper get pressed against his front and flattened out. He dared a look downwards; the diaper seemed to come all the way up to his belly button!

“Nearly done.” Fran said.

Joey heard tapes and then felt them getting pressed against his front, two on each side. Then his mom’s hands moved away but the diaper stayed tightly wrapped around his waist. He felt like he couldn’t even move for fear of making the surreal situation somehow more real.

“You look as adorable in that today as you did fifteen years ago.” Fran said with a nostalgic smile, “Now, let’s find you something to wear… Unless you want to walk around in nothing but a diaper?”

Joey didn’t know if that was supposed to be a serious suggestion. He rapidly shook his head to say no and his mom laughed. Joey slowly stood up as his mom went over to the closet. He heard himself crinkle and winced. It was a familiar sound, just one he associated mostly with Lucas. He didn’t know what to do or what was going to happen next, his brain was still trying to catch up to events. As Fran was looking through the closet, there were footsteps outside the door. Joey stared at the entrance to the room with his heart hammering. There was a tentative knock.

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