Hi everyone, My Name is Jack, I’m 15 , well-built  and nappy-packed. 
Yes, I’m English, too. I’ve secretly been in nappies since I was about 
12. I borrowed old, used nappies from my next door neighbours and only 
weeks ago they found out. I also took them from sports clubs and stuff 
like that... anyway, on with the story.

Nappy Airports

I had just spent a week and 4 days in beautiful Majorca, and sadly, it 
was time to go back. Anyone who knows Britain will know of the storms 
recently (July ‘07) and as a part to that our flight had been delayed, 
impressively. Palma airport was the place. When we got first word of a 
6-hour delay we didn't know what do to.

As you do in that situation we found ourselves a row of seats, got 
comfy and tried to get some shuteye. Palma airport works in time 
terminals so terminal 1, our terminal, had just given the last of its 
flights and the next one in was 4 1/2 hours off. I told my dad I was 
off for a walk and my get a snack to eat or something. He said alright 
and I went off. No real incentive in direction, I started off looking 
for the loos. They were signposted down the terminal. When I got there 
I was surprised also to see a baby change. As you would expect, I 
checked for people and dived in. It was what I expected, a pile of 
disposable nappies in one corner, a bin and a huge table in the centre. 
I grabbed the disposable nappy and pulled down my shorts and boxers and 
lied down on the table. The nappy I picked was too small so I went back 
over to grab a bigger one. It was covered in little surfers and was 
white lined with baby green. The next one fit finely as, even at 15, 
I'm only 5'3. I walked around feeling the soft nappy around my legs. 
However, I had a sudden urge to go. I was about to go to the men’s room 
but then realized what I was wearing. The pee soaked my legs and the 
poop browned my thighs. I was happy with the work done. I lay on the 
table, my bum sitting on a cushion of brown clouds.

But then suddenly the door opened and an attractive woman came in 
holding a baby. She gasped and immediately started apologising. I was 
shocked, my heart was doing a mile a minute.

I said it was alright. Luckily she was English. She then turned foot 
and asked me what I was doing. I replied rather snortingly, “getting 
changed.” She said, “let me help you.” I mutedly refused the offer but 
it was too late.

She had me upturned on the table and was already wiping me down. She 
tried to make general conversation but being nappy changed by a 
stranger, I wasn't full of words, but still full of pee.

I don't know what it was but I must of been so excited while he and was 
wiping my bum I suddenly started to pee. Her hand retracted rather 
quickly and she shook her hands to get the pee off. (from now on I 
remember most of the conversation so I can let you in on it.)

"What was that for?" she exclaimed. I apoligised, claiming I didn't 
know what had happened.

"Anyway my names Sara.”

I’ve been delayed a year so..."I replied, stating she might be on the 
same flight as me, she was.

"You’re done," she said. "Jack’s nappy is clean and new. Don't make a 
habit of this."

I said goodbye and put on my clothes and ran off. Ironically, my dad 
was next to her on the plane so I met her again. I had forgotten the 
nappy was on and worse, still forgotten my boxers. When we landed I 
went to the loo again where she gave me her number and told me if I 
needed her I could find her.

I called her again and she is my new Nappy Mum.