Here Comes The Airpwane (Part 2)

The airport bathroom was almost as busy as the check-in line was, and that was just the men’s. The women’s line was out the door. When we finally got in, there was a hustle and bustle of women washing hands, using the air dryers, powdering noses, and general bathroom stuff.

Pam grasped my hand, as if to say “he’s with me” when several women gave me strange looks for being there. She led me to the end of the long bathroom over to the changing table. Luckily, it was an extension of the countertop. I highly doubted one of those plastic fold-out things could support my weight. Pam turned to me with a smile, “Pants down, Jimmy! It’s time to change your diaper!”

I stood there awkwardly attempting to avoid the stares from the women in the bathroom. I grasped the hem of my shorts hesitantly, biting my bottom lip in anxiety. But Pam grew impatient.

“Come on! We don’t have all day!” she said, tapping her foot exaggeratedly.

I cringed and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath before dropping my pants to my ankles. There was a muffled gasp from those around me as my wet, fluffy diaper was exposed.

Pam grinned, patting the changing table. “Up you go!” she teased mockingly.

I clambered onto the counter, staring up at the ceiling and praying to some higher power that this would all be over soon.

Pam of course took her sweet time though. Kneeling down to unzip my carry-on and open it up for all in the room to see. She sifted–slowly–through the strapon dildos, the bibs, the bonnets, the onesies and every other humiliating print of diaper in there. She pulled out the necessary supplies for the change and stood up next to me.

“Oooh you soaked this one I see!” she said in that overly loud voice she only used when she wanted to embarrass me. She grasped the tapes on the side and pulled them off one by one. Grasping the front of the diaper and pulling it open so my damp skin was exposed to the cold breeze. Women who were pretending not to look muttered under their breath. Pam burst out laughing when she saw the inside.

“Look! You’re still leaking goo goo through your cage! Those agents must have really done a number on you!!” she cackled, wriggling my metal prison back and forth, watching my ropes of residual semen whip back and forth against my sticky thighs. She reached down to grab the wipes, leaving me in full view of the onlookers. Some weren’t bashful about getting up on the tips of their toes for a better view.

Pam came up with a smile as she took several wipes from the container. I gasped as the cold compresses touched my skin. She spent several minutes making sure every square inch of me was wiped down. I wanted to urge her to go faster, but I knew that would only make her drag things out more. She wiped the insides of my crack too, which I thought were unnecessary until I remembered the leftover lube still there from the agents.

Finally, she tossed the wipes inside the soggy diaper, pulled it out from under me, balled it up, and taped it shut.

“Which one do you want to wear on the airpwane, Jimmy?” she asked in her condescending Mommy voice. She held up the various array of diapers she packed into my carry-on.  “The one with the bears? The barnyard animals? The pink one with the pwincesses?”

She saw me cringe at the last one.

“You want the pwincesses?? Of course you do…” she said without ever waiting for an answer. “Lift your bum bum, there we go…”

She slid the diaper underneath me, tickling my sides and making me squirm like a giggly baby. She reached down and grabbed the powder. “Now it’s going to be a long flight, so you’re going to need lots and lots of this…”

I coughed at the cloud of dust coming from my nether regions, only making her laugh harder. She lifted the front of the diaper and made eye contact with me as she taped each side shut tightly. She was enjoying every second of my humility, even if I still wouldn’t concede the bet.

“Will you be a big boi and throw this away for me?” she asked, handing me my hefty, pissy pamper from before. My bottom lip quivered as I slid off the table, facing the onlookers that weren’t shy about having their phones out. Waddling awkwardly in my new diaper with my pants around my ankles as I shuffled through them to the nearest trash bin and dropped it in with a loud, dull thump.

“Pull your pants up, Jimmy! Be a big boi! That’s it!” she giggled, tapping me on the padded bum as we made our way out of the restroom and into the waiting area.

Attention, Flight 257 from Dallas to Germany is now boarding.

“That’s us!” Pam exclaimed, “Come on! The big ‘ole airpwane is here! Are you excited??”

I wasn’t excited at all. As we made our way through the boarding line, handed over our passes, and got onto the plane, there was a very noticeable grumbling coming from my stomach. Whatever was in one of those bottles from earlier was not sitting well with me, and we had a 10 hour flight ahead of us.

******

As we shuffled down the aisle of the plane I checked my ticket, I was in row 9B. But when I got there, there were already two people in seats A and C. Was Pam not next to me? She had booked the flight, so surely she would have had us sitting together. Unless…

“Mommy is going to be right back there if you need anything, okay?” Pam said with a slight smirk on her face. She opened the overhead compartment for me and inclined her head to tell me to put my bag up there. As I lifted my carry-on over my head I couldn’t help but worry my shirt was riding up and exposing the pink waistband of the diaper. After I closed the compartment, I looked down at the people who would be sitting next to me. One was an older man in his mid-fifties. The other was a girl that couldn’t be older than 23, probably on her way to study abroad or something.

I shuffled awkwardly past the man’s legs and plopped down between them. Pam still hadn’t left though to go to her seat, I figured she’d want a kiss or something, but instead she said “Do you want your paci in case you get scarwed?” My stomach dropped. She was doing her best to keep from laughing in front of the others and to maintain her ‘concerned mommy’ face. “Yes, I think you need your paci…” she said, sifting through her purse, “No one likes to hear a cwying baby on the pwane, do they??” She smirked as soon as she found it, pulling the large, pink pacifier from her bag. She took her time bringing it to my mouth, making sure both people next to me could see that instead of a generic rubber nipple, my paci had a specially made rubber penis attached to the end of it. She slowly brought it to my pursed lips. Giggling as she pressed and poked it several times against my face. “Open up!” she said, crooking an eyebrow in warning. I did, to get it over with. Accepting all four inches of the rubber dick in my mouth. She couldn’t contain her laughter this time as she stepped awkwardly past the man to make sure she could fasten the ribbon around my head and keep it secured.

“Okay sweetie, do you need anything else? Is your diaper okay?” she asked, feigning concern, knowing full well my diaper hadn’t been used yet, just making sure my fellow passengers knew what they were dealing with. They said nothing though, just glanced around uncomfortably. “Well, I’ll be just back there if you need me okay, baby? Have a nice flight!” she said before making her way down the aisle and leaving me alone with these two strangers.

I shifted uncomfortably, cringing at how much the diaper crinkled. I could feel the girl side-eying me while the man seemed to scoff pretentiously. The pacifier jammed between my lips forced me to only breathe out of my nose. Which was whistling loudly every time I exhaled. We sat there waiting for people to board for what seemed like an hour. Finally, the captain came over the intercom and gave his preflight hello’s. We are expecting some tumultuous winds as we cross the Atlantic. He said. But everything should be just fine and we’ll have you there in a jiffy.

The flight attendants went over the safety procedures, and eventually we were taxi’d through the different ramps, and finally cleared for take off. As we built up speed, the rumbling of the cabin emphasized the rumbling of my intestines. When we got in the air, I had cramps coming from my guts as my ears popped from the pressure. I twisted and squirmed in my seat. My diaper was crinkling dramatically but I didn’t care. I wanted the pain in my pelvis to cease. I knew I couldn’t go #2 right between these two people. I had to do something, but the fasten your seatbelt sign was still lit. I wanted to text Pam, to do anything to make it stop. Maybe she had some Imodium. But I had to keep my phone in airplane mode.

When we finally leveled out, I thought for sure the sign would go off, allowing us to move about the cabin. I kept my eyes on it. Waiting, willing it to change. But it never did. Just as I thought the sign was busted, the plane shook violently. Some of the female passengers shrieked dramatically. Some gasped or grumbled. I was in hell. My insides felt like they were doing backflips. I tried to breathe as much as I could through my nose, but it wasn’t helping. I was sweating. My body felt hot. Whatever Pam slipped into that bottle must have been pretty powerful. The girl next to me must have thought I was having an exorcism. She looked a bit concerned as I clenched my fists and grunted. The pressure was building in my bowels. I couldn’t hold it anymore. I had to let it out. It had to be now.

The plane was still rocking as I let myself go. Filling my diaper with warm muck only to be sloshed around as the plane shifted side to side from the heavy winds. I lifted myself up as much as the seat belt would allow so I could let more out, only for me to come plopping down on my own poop with a squelch. As the relief from my release came, the plane refrained from its rumbling. Everyone in the cabin breathed a sigh of relief, except for the two people next to me. As the smell hit her, the girl gasped, taking in a huge breath of fresh air, turning to the window and letting it out. Breathing in small, syncopated sighs to keep from gagging.

The man next to me wrinkled up his nose, took out a tissue, and sneezed. But instead of wiping his nose and putting the tissue away, he kept it there, clamped over his nostrils to try to provide a shield from the stench.

My face flushed with embarrassment. I felt so bad for them, being stuck next to me. But thankfully there was a resounding ding as the Fasten Your Seatbelt sign was turned off. The man next to me immediately grabbed for his, unbuckled it as fast as he could, and scurried off down the aisle. The girl was still facing the window, but said nothing.

“Sweetheart, did you have an accident?” Pam gasped, appearing next to me in the aisle.

I didn’t know what to say, not that I could say much with the pacifier in my mouth.

“Of course you did!” she sighed dramatically, “I could smell you all the way back where I was sitting!”

She reached down to ‘help’ me undo my buckle and took my hand. Standing me up and into the aisle. “Get your carry-on so we can go change your diaper!” she said loudly.

I grumbled as I reached up again, feeling the breeze hit my lower back as my shirt lifted up. There were gasps from those around me, I’m not sure if it was from the sight of my waistband or the smell. But I didn’t care, I wanted this to be over with.

I grabbed the carry-on, and followed Pam down the aisle to the back of the plane. The people we passed clamped their hands to their nose and mouth as we moved past them. Like a stadium of baseball fans conducting the wave.

“Oh no,” Pam said when we got to the restrooms at the back of the cabin, “these rooms aren’t going to be big enough for me to change you!” she sighed, shaking her head back and forth like she just suddenly realized her mistake and it wasn’t meticulously planned at all. “Guess we’ll have to go all the way up to the front.

And so we did. She smirked to herself as she led me back up the aisle, past the previous group of patrons, and then a new batch as we crossed our seats and made our way to the front of the plane. Once almost every single person on the plane got a chance to smell me, we were stopped by a gorgeous young flight attendant.

“Can I help you?” she asked professionally.

“Yes, I’m sorry, my husband here seems to have had an accident…” Pam explained. Lifting up my shirt so she could expose the waistband. The attendant’s eyes went wide from the realization. “Is there any way we could find somewhere to change him?”

The attendant stood mouth agape for several seconds as she attempted to process everything. “I uh…umm…let me see…” she said before disappearing through the curtain. There were several whispers and mumbles coming from the other side. Finally, the curtain was drawn back and a different flight attendant from the first appeared. This one had blonde hair as opposed to brown, and was just as beautiful.

“Ma’am,” she said to Pam, “If you’ll bring your…husband…back here, we can change his umm…diaper in the captain’s quarters.”

Pam smiled sweetly, looking up at me, “Excellent!” she said.

I was led through the attendant’s area where one was loading up a cart and getting ready to make her rounds. “Everything okay?” she asked as we passed.

“Just need to use the captain’s area for a diaper change.” the blonde attendant explained.

The one at the cart looked confused, searching around for a baby. Then she sniffed, and made eye-contact with me. “Oh…okay…” she said, before bustling off and bumping the cart into something in her haste.

The captain’s quarters were actually quite spacious. It had a double bunk for what I assumed was his and the co-captain.

“I would ask that you don’t do it on the captain’s bed,” the blonde said. “But the floor should be plenty spacious and comfortable enough for your…husband.” She kept saying that last word weirdly. Like she couldn’t figure out how anyone in this predicament would manage to be married.

Pam thanked them as she got me down on the floor. I shriveled into myself from the shame as the mess pressed into me when I plopped down.

“Unfortunately we can’t leave,” the brunette said. “We need to monitor and make sure you two are actually…doing your business. For safety reasons.”

Pam put forth no argument whatsoever, in fact, she smiled with glee at my predicament. She pulled my shorts down and exposed the pink princess pampers. One of the girls had to stifle a giggle.

“Oof!” Pam said, fanning her face, “You are quite the stinky baby aren’t you??” Of course she would take every opportunity to continue to humiliate me. She pulled off the tapes again, she wasn’t acting when she took a deep breath, then opened it up, exposing the contents. The flight attendants gasped. I turned a deeper shade of pink than the diaper.

“Oh goodness, you know what?” Pam sighed, smacking her head exaggeratedly, “I forgot the wipes! Silly me!”

I glared at her, knowing damn well she didn’t forget them, or if she did, she ‘forgot’ them on purpose.

“Do you ladies mind maybe watching him while I go get them? I’m so sorry, I’ll just be a second.” Pam hurried off before they could say anything.

I lay there helplessly with my bits and shits open and on display. The blonde girl actually leaned over for a closer look, turning up her nose. “What is that thing around his…thing?” she asked the other girl, like I wasn’t even there.

“I’ve heard of those things!” The brunette exclaimed, “I think it’s called a ‘chastity device’ or something. Keeps him from…you know…”

They leaned in closer still, “It’s so tiny, how does he fit the little guy in there?”

“I dunno but I think it’s leaking!”

“Eww gross!!”

“His balls are so purple and swollen!”

“I wonder how long he’s been…”

The curtain shrieked as Pam came back through it. “Got the wipes! Thank you SO much for watching him!” She knelt down between my legs.

“Actually…” the blonde proffered, “Do you mind if we…help?”

Pam looked absolutely enthralled, looking down at me and smiling victoriously. “Not at all! In fact, Jimmy would love it, I'm sure!”

The girls got down on their knees, flanking either side of me. They were so gorgeous in their uniforms. This whole thing felt like something out of a porno. A very taboo porno…

“Looks like you’re going to need lots of wipes!” The blonde observed with a grin, helping to pull out several of them and hand them to Pam.

Pam thanked her and got to work cleaning up the mess. The wipes were cold on my clammy skin, but that wasn’t the reason I was quaking. The sheer humiliation of having the dirtiest diaper I've ever made on display and being attended to by three beautiful women was more than anyone could handle.

Each of them had to turn away and breathe in fresh air to keep from gagging. Wiping their eyes from the tears produced from the stench and laughter.

“Watch this…” Pam said once my bottom was mostly clean, “This is how he likes me to wipe his wittle hole…”

I cringed as I knew what was coming. Pam draped the wipe over two of her fingers and winked as she pressed them between my cheeks. My hole was still loose from the Agents before, so she slid in quite easily.

“He likes me to make sure he’s nice and clean in there, don’t you honey?” Pam asked rhetorically while the girls giggled, “He also really likes it when I play with his button. But TSA already did that for you today, didn’t they sweetheart?”

Both the flight attendants covered their mouths in laughter.

“Probably Nathan,” the brunette said.

“Definitely Nathan!” the blonde agreed.

I wriggled uncomfortably. “Hold still, baby!” Pam cooed, “or do I need to stop before you make milkies again?”

My flushed face gave Pam exactly what she wanted. She grinned as she pulled her fingers out.

“Sometimes once he’s all clean I have to turn him over and give him some spankies…” Pam explained, crooking an eyebrow to let me know that was about to happen.

I turned over onto my side to expose my already reddened cheeks. The girls giggled as they all started smacking my butt playfully.

It didn’t hurt my ass as much as it hurt my pride. After a small hail of blows, they turned me back over and were pulling out a fresh diaper.

“I can do this part!!” the brunette said excitedly. Like it was a problem she knew how to solve for a teacher in the classroom.

The brunette took the diaper from Pam, who told me to lift my legs so she could slide it underneath. The blonde turned the cap on the powder, making it puff in the air a few times before aiming it down and coating my caged cock and balls. She used far too much, but I don’t think any of them cared. The brunette pulled the front upwards, taping it tightly shut one side at a time.

“Do you need us to check on him throughout the flight?” the blonde asked.

“Oh that would be so lovely! If you could just come down the aisle a few times and ask him about the state of his diaper he would love that! And be as loud as possible! Really gets him going!” Pam laughed, and the girls joined in. “Back to your seat, Pamper Boy! And thank the nice ladies for letting us change your stinky diaper!!”

******

“I can’t believe it!” Pam said, when we got to our room in Luxembourg, Germany “I really can’t believe it. I mean I threw everything I had at you and you still would not use the damn safeword!!”

She was hot and bothered, pacing back and forth around the room. She really did hate losing.

“What can I say, you can’t get me that easily, Beasely.” I smiled triumphantly. As much as she despised losing, I adored winning. “Time to hold up your end of the bargain…”

She scoffed as she searched her bags for the tiny little keys. “I thought, I really thought you were going to give up on the plane. First your stinky ass diaper and then the flight attendants?! I mean come on!!” Her face was a mixture of defeat and concentration as she aimed the key into the lock. She turned it, removed the mechanism, and pulled the front of the cage free. I let out an instant, gratified, sigh of relief as my dick felt fresh air for the first time in weeks.

“I was already past the point of no return at that moment. I basically just had to ride it out.” I shrugged.

Pam huffed in frustration, but smirked when she saw my cock instantly rising and stiffening.

“I bet you can’t last more than two minutes in my mouth.” she said, eyes twinkling with the prospect of another gamble.

“You’re on!”

THE END