Plane Day

It was a Monday morning, the second day of summer. Me and five of my 
friends were going on a trip and I was so excited to get to go. It was 
about 3:00 PM. We were at the airport and all of our moms were there. 
My friends’ names are Ryan, Sam (girl nickname) Dennis, Cameron and my 
best friend, Joey. We had just walked past the thing that beeps to make 
sure you have no weapons and I saw Sam talking to my mom (her name is 
Samantha if you’re wondering) but I guess I didn’t care very much. All 
of us walked through but I took the longest because the thing beeped 10 
times and I realized I forgot to take my belt off and we were behind.

We heard the people being called. We had to run to make sure we didn’t 
miss the plane. We made it just in time and she said we almost missed 
it. I had realized I needed to go to the bathroom bad in the plane. I 
sat beside my friends—well, 4 of them. Ryan was way in the back, Sam 
sat beside me and Dennis and Cameron behind us.

Now I really needed to go to the bathroom, so I got up and ran to the 
front of the plane, but it said OCCUPIED, so I ran to the back then the 
back one, which was also occupied. I got mad at it and waited for about 
a minute, then walked back to my seat. Then I did up the seat belt. 
About 10 minutes later the lady came around and gave us all a drink. I 
now really needed to go so badly I couldn’t get up. It was kind of sad, 
actually. Then I realized I also had to go “number two”. I was really 
scared I might do something and my friends would find out. Then out of 
nowhere, it came out. I was so scared. I took my jacket off and put it 
over my legs and it covered the smell, but not for long.

About 10 minutes Sam asked what smelled like crap and pee and so did 
Dennis and Cameron. I was so really scared now that I nearly peed 
again. Then they stopped talking about it. Sam wrote something on a 
piece of paper and gave it to me. It said, “Did you do something in 
you’re pants?” I was so embarrassed, so I said, “no.”

She wrote back and said, “It’s okay. Your mom said sometimes you do by 
mistake.” My face must have turned 20 different red colors. She was a 
GIRL asking me this! So I wrote, “yes” and I didn’t even look at her 
because I was to embarrassed. She said it was all right and said to go 
to the bathroom, and when I heard three knocks to open the door (This 
was a big plane; about 200 other people were on the plane.)

I went in the bathroom and locked the door, and about 50 seconds later 
I herd the knocks. I opened the door and she ran in and closed the 
door. She said to take my pants off. I didn’t agree and said, “No!” She 
said if I didn’t she would, but I still said “no” and said, “make me.” 
She said that my mom said to diaper me if you made myself stink on the 
plane. I just said no again and she grabbed me and I tried to fight 
back but I slipped and fell right to the floor. She grabbed my pants 
and had my underwear down in a minute. She said, “now don’t move or 
else.”

I was mad as hell and tried to get up, but she pushed my chest and I 
fell down. I was really mad I was being diapered by a girl that was my 
friend. She said it was no big deal but I told her off and said it was 
a big deal, but she said nothing. She just kept going and then in a 
minute she had me in a diaper with a new pair of pants on. I was scared 
and said, “I can’t wear these pants,” as I looked in the mirror.

She asked, “What’s wrong?”

I yelled at her, “WHAT’S WRONG?!I’M IN A DIAPER AND THERE’S A BIG BULGE 
IN MY PANTS THAT EVERYONE WILL SEE! THAT’S WHATS WRONG!”

She took out another pair and a bigger shirt for me to wear. She put 
those on me and I was feeling a bit better. I asked her if diapering me 
was what she was talking to my mom was about. She said yes, and if I 
tried to get out of them or even touch them, then she was to tell my 
mom.

We went back to our seats and on the way Ryan said, “Sam, what were you 
doing in the boys’ bathroom?!” She just said, “None of your business,” 
and kept walking. Then Dennis and Cameron asked what we were doing and 
Sam said, “Nothing, just walking around to see the plane.” I sat down 
and about one hour they had more ladies coming out and asking people if 
they wanted to have a drink. I had one can of Coke and a bottle of 
Pepsi I found in my bag. I had to pee again and I was about to get up 
and Sam said, “Where are you going?” I told her I was going to use the 
bathroom. She said no and to use the diaper and she would change me. I 
didn’t want to do it her way so I unclicked the belt when she turned 
around and I got up and ran to the bathroom. I looked back but I didn’t 
see her. I ran in the bathroom and turned around. No one was there so I 
used the bathroom.

When I opened the door I shut it but was not fast enough. Sam was there 
and she didn’t look happy. She told me that my mom said to make sure I 
didn’t touch the diaper or else I’d be spanked. She grabbed me and bent 
me over her knee and I was to mad I started crying. I tried to fight 
her and get off her knee but I couldn’t move. I was stuck. I felt my 
pants and diaper being pulled down. The next thing I knew I was crying. 
Twelve fast, hard spanks, she was not going to stop. She did about 100 
of them and I was cyring a lot. She said to stop crying and she said to 
be lucky she didn’t use my belt.

She put the diaper back on me but then she put something on me, but I’m 
not sure what it was. When I was on my own feet again I tried to get 
the diaper off me but it wouldn’t move. She said, “Let’s go, or I’ll 
tell everyone you’re wearing a diaper.”

I was being blackmailed, but I had no other choice, so I went to my 
seat. When we got there the plane was about to land and I heard someone 
come on the PA say, “Please have your seatbelt on as we are going to 
land soon,” and then someone said it in French.

We got to the hotel and my uncle (owner of the hotel) showed us where 
we would be sleeping. Cameron and Ryan got to share rooms and I 
thought, “Well, it’s me and Ryan for sure,” but I was wrong. He said 
that Ryan would be with him, or he could be by himself, but he said 
either would be fine and decided to be with my uncle. Then he said, 
“Okay, Gary and Samantha will share a room.” I was mad, really mad, and 
he knew, too.