Comfiest Seat on the Plane - A Story for CS Fox

Comfiest Seat on the Plane - A Story for CS Fox

“Oh, I think there’s been an error on your ticket…”

You sigh. Of course, there had to be something up with this trip. Winning it on a scratch card was the first red flag. Always too good to be…

“You should be in the comfiest seat on the plane!”

Your eyes go wide for a moment. Errors in your favour were certainly not something to turn your nose up at. You chuckle and nod, following the stewardess through the gate.

“You won this competition, right? Only a few people ever get this kind of treatment each year. You’re a very lucky little one!”

Little one? You raise an eyebrow and look a little confused as she takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as she pats the top of yours.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you ready for the trip in no time. Did you get your bags checked at security?”

You nod. Of course you did, you couldn’t have got through here if you hadn’t.

“Can I check them as well?”

You hesitate, but politeness and the stewardess’ demeanor relax you enough to hand over your knapsack. She opens it up and looks through.

“Oh… you didn’t bring a change?”

A change? Your bewildered look clearly makes her realize something.

“Wait… they did tell you what to bring?”

You shake your head. You explain you’d been told you’d won a pampered trip around the world; all you’d need was some changes of underwear and they’d provide the rest.

“Oh! Well, I guess we should get you changed then!”

Rather than give you time to respond she pulled you to a side room just before the final exit to the plane. Wheelchairs and buggies were stacked against a wall, with a toilet and changing table off to one side.

“Hop up on the table. I’ll get your diaper ready.”

What? You respond defiantly, confused and concerned at what she’d just suggested.

“Now now, no complaining kiddo.” Before you can make any further retort a large rubber bulb is shoved firmly in your mouth “Little ones should be quiet on planes, shouldn’t they? Wouldn’t want to make a fuss and disturb the other passengers?”

You nod. Your body relaxes listening to the stewardess, her hands taking you over to the table as she lifts you without any issue onto its plastic surface.

“So, I guess we’ll need to bring quite a few extra’s onto the plane with us so let’s make sure we get the right size…”

She pulls down your pants and underwear, pulling your legs apart and running her fingers around your groin. You shiver instinctually but continue to suckle on the pacifier as you look up at the ceiling.

“Uh-huh… thought so…” she grabs a square of white plastic out from a cupboard under the table. It’s huge, a thick pillow of padding that is covered in baby blocks and teddy bears from front to back.

A diaper. And a very babyish diaper at that.

She hoists your legs up and slips it under your bottom, adjusting the wings to make sure they’ll come over your stomach. She moves your shirt up, your belly button on display as she grabs a large plastic tub.

“Powder next!” she beams at you as she starts to throw heaps of the stuff onto your nethers and stomach before rubbing it in with her hands. You shiver again your focus returning to the suckling of the pacifier once more as you feel her pat your bottom a few times for good measure.

Just as your legs are lowered again you feel them being forcefully pulled apart by the thickness of the diaper as it’s pulled up and through the gap in your thighs. The leak guards tickle as the stewardess adjusts them a little before taking one of the huge tapes and securing one wing to the landing zone.

“That’s one… aaand…”

The second one is secured just as smoothly as the first. For the first time in years you’d just been changed into a diaper. Not just any diaper either, one that was so thick that you couldn’t hope to touch your knees together.

“Now, come on down. Don’t be shy.”

You’re lifted again and placed onto your now wobbly feet as you continue the rhythmic motions of suckling on the rubber bulb in your mouth. As the stewardess takes your hand again you realize you’re leaving your pants behind on the floor.

“No need for those, baby. They won’t fit over your diaper anyway.” She pats your rear, a puff of powder emerging from the waistband as a dumb grin comes to your mouth.

You emerge from the room to see no other passengers walking towards the plane. They must have all boarded, you think to yourself as you continue walking towards the entrance. Nerves start to set in. Everyone will see you!

As you start to pull back you feel a squeeze on your hand “Don’t worry, no one will see you. You’ve got a special private space just for you on this trip.”

You instantly relax again as you reach the threshold of the cabin. Stepping on you’re pulled towards the front of the plane.

Rows and rows of large baby seats greet you, all filled with other passengers dressed exactly like you. Some are sleeping, others are suckling on bottles of milk provided by cooing stewardesses exactly like yours.

“Ah, your seat is here! Come on kiddo let’s get you strapped in.”

You sit down as instructed, allowing her to adjust the huge seatbelts and clamp them in securely.

“What’s your favorite flavor of milkshake?”

You respond round your pacifier, just about able to communicate it as she gives you a smile.

“I’ll be right back.”

The engines start to rumble outside as the plane taxis down the runway. Your mind wanders, unable to find much focus. You could swear your seat was getting warmer, but maybe that was just the heated seats. It didn’t matter, you knew you were in for the trip of a lifetime…