ââŚAnd based on current flight conditions, we should be arriving at our destination right on time, at about 6:48 - Pacific Time, of course. In the meantime, just relax, sit back, and enjoy your flight!â The staticky, indistinct voice of our pilot cuts out, and I glance down in trepidation. My cheery Hello Kitty watch beams back at me, the little hand firmly on the one and the big hand drifting toward the three. Oh, poopy. And this is already on the right time zone, too⌠That means, letâs seeâŚ, how many hours until we land?
âDonât worry, kitten,â Daddyâs voice rumbles from the seat beside me. His strong fingers meander confidently across my leg as he leans down to whisper in my ear. âThatâs only five and a half hours to go. Iâm sure we can find plenty to do to keep you a happy little girl in the meantime, canât we?â I nod hesitantly, my brain swirling as I think back to earlier that morning. Iâd blushingly watched him pack his sleek leather travelerâs bag - what he has jokingly termed our diaper bag - in preparation for our transcontinental flight back home. âI canât expect my little one to make it all that long way without some protection!â heâd smiled - and in had gone two of my favorite diapers. But that hadnât been all, not by a long shotâŚ
I only found out what Daddy had in mind for me after security, of course. Once through the maze of scary machines and noisy fellow passengers, heâd taken me firmly by the hand and led the way to the family restroom. There, as I lay on the floor atop our portable changing mat, I felt Daddy massaging my bared princess parts in that incredible way he has; but then, I was startled to feel him gently slipping in my little remote-controlled bullet vibrator. âShh, no whining!â Daddy chided, smiling down at my embarrassed expression as he deftly lotioned me, dusted me with powder, and taped me snugly into my thick, pink, boostered padding. âFor some reason I have a feeling that my little kitten wonât be able to make it all the way home with dry pants. We canât have you making messy little puddles in your seat, now, can we?â
I blush at the memory and shift uneasily in my seat, even now feeling that little toy resting softly inside me, ready to spring into life whenever Daddy chooses. But even the prospect of being teased into silent orgasm with a vibrator while strapped in here, trapped, among three hundred other people isnât what is uppermost in my mind. No, I am in fact far more preoccupied with the increasingly insistent cramping that has been emanating from my belly for the last hour. Iâve never been very good at holding my messes once the cramps start, andâŚwell, if I know anything about Daddy I would say that these cramps are precisely what heâs planned on. He did feed me an extra-big, yummy breakfast this morning - oatmeal with fruit - and only now am I beginning to realize that heâs probably just fed me one of his high-fiber, mess-inducing mixtures of psyllium husk and prunesâŚ
Once more I squirm uncomfortably in my seat, my mind is filling with images of losing control, of disgracing myself by filling my pants in front of these hundreds of people. But then I hear his voice in my ear again. âAww, is my little one getting cranky? Donât worry, I have just the thing to entertain her!â He grins and produces my favorite pink headphones, which weâve decorated with pretty sparkly stickers. Theyâre noise-isolating, and as soon as they slip over my ears the noise of the plane abruptly disappears. In the sudden hush I hear the gentle tinkle of my favorite nursery lullabies, and speaking gently over themâŚwhat? Daddyâs voice?
âHush, princess,â his voice coos in my ears, surrounding me in a warm wash of sound. âYouâre going to be okay. This is a very special story time Iâve made for you, just for you to listen to while weâre on this long, long trip. Youâre going to listen to all of it, baby. Iâm going to be sitting right next to you, and Iâm going to make sure you listen like a good little girl shouldâŚâ I gulp, my heart beginning to race, even as my belly gurgles audibly. Daddy, please, I donât know if I can handle this⌠I want you to tease me, dominate me, control meâŚbut like this?
âYou look so pretty and sweet sitting there in your seat, kitten,â his voice continues smoothly. âIâve just fed you a nice big breakfast thatâs filled you up so well⌠But itâs probably not going to stay inside you very long, is it? Oh, donât worry, baby! Youâve been very good and taking your Nullo medicine every day, remember? So no matter how messy my little girl makes that pretty pink diaper of hers, no one is going to notice any stinky, icky smell. No, of course not! The only way theyâll be able to tell is if you squirm and make noise and look all embarrassed⌠And little babies like you donât need to be embarrassed, honey! You need your diapers, and Daddy knows that youâre going to fill them and soak them lots of times before weâre homeâŚâ
Oh, God⌠This is so intense, more intimate and humiliating than anything Iâve yet experienced. Can I hold on? I love pleasing Daddy, of course - but Iâm also desperate to avoid humiliating myself⌠I need to show him and myself that I donât actually, truly my diapers. I have to prove that Iâm not actually a messy, dirty little baby girl⌠But as my belly cramps once more, Iâm not so sure that Iâll be able to hold outâŚ
(To be concluded!)
