Bladder Turbulence - Part 5

‘Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare you little shit. I swear…’ Was all I could think while I stared down the girl, completely dumbfounded. Everyone was listening to her too, waiting for her explanation when.

“Sit down please! And we do apologize for the smell. Well you see, one of our elderly passengers ...” The hostess that diapered me came and settled the group. I looked to my left to see that she even arranged to have another hostess escort an elderly man to the back of the plane to give the illusion that he was the cause of the accident. I felt...thankful, which is something I didn’t think I would feel towards this woman at all.

“Now ma’am, we washed and dried your pants after I clumsily spilled all over you. Could you come to the back with me to get them?” She said, referring to me. Jack looked over to me with an impressed smile. 

“I didn’t know they could do washing on a plane…” Jack whispered.

“Neither did I…” I whispered back, matching his smile. 

“Do you mind sir?” The hostess asked Jack, and he immediately got out of his seat to allow me to stand up. Again I found myself grateful for the gesture, having to crawl over Jack in these leaking diapers would not have been easy. I stood and right away noticed the increase in the weight between my legs. I knew they were sagging, the only thing I didn’t know was how low they were sagging. Anxious, I pulled the skirt down as low as it could, hopefully hiding the dirty diaper. My hands grasped the wet side of the fabric and I cringed, knowing that my hand was now covered in piss and shit, but I kept my cool in front of Jack.

My and the hostess started to walk to the front of the plane when Jack stopped us. “Excuse me!” he shouted, “there’s a bit of water on this seat here could you grab a cloth?”

I could have passed out, in fact I grabbed the seat I was standing next to just in case I collapsed. The skirt clearly didn’t absorb everything I leaked, and that puddle was bound to stink.

“I’ll send her back with one!” The hostess said, smiling. Then continued along the hall of the plane. It was difficult to walk with a soiled diaper, the gross squishing and extra weight forced me to walk like a penguin, as much as I tried to act naturally. Once we were back where I had my original accident, there was another hostess there with my jeans in hand.  

“Here you are” She said, handing me the jeans. They smelled nice, freshly washed and no sign of pee stains or smell. 

“Thanks, so can I put them back on?”

“Yes of course” the first hostess said, “but first I need to see that diaper of yours.”

I stood still and looked around awkwardly. We were tucked away with no chance of being seen, but I felt so exposed. The way these women were looking down at me like a child, expecting me to reveal my diaper so I can be put back into normal clothes...it was humiliating. 

“Come on now, I know it was you that was stinking up the place.” She said, more sternly this time. I blushed, hung my head, and reached for the base of the skirt. Slowly, I lifted up the front of it to reveal my heavy, filthy diaper to all the hostesses. The main hostess made a tsk-ing sound and I dropped the wet fabric.

“I had a feeling you were a repeat offender” She scolded, then grabbed a few things from a drawer. Not looking up, I didn’t know what the were until she handed them to me. Baby wipes, powder, a fresh diaper and some sort of padding booster; I took the lot without hesitating, still avoiding eye contact. “Get cleaned up. You can put your jeans back on over top of those since you made a mess of the skirt” she said and placed the jeans on top of my other materials. I nodded and entered the bathroom, locking the door behind me. 

I put down the things I was given and dropped the skirt. Once it was off, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The yellowed diaper was sagging nearly to my knees and there was a liquid brown stain from my leak on my leg. That was when I started to cry. The tears began to flow but I couldn’t stop looking at myself. How pathetic I was. First I wet my pants, then wet and messed my diaper? How was I supposed to trust I wouldn’t wet myself again on this trip?

About 5 minutes went by before I settled and finally took the diaper off. It hit the floor in a sloppy SPLAT, and I had a good look at the mess I made inside. Grossed out, I folded it in on itself ad threw it in the trash bin. Then I carefully began to wipe myself clean with baby wipes. The crying fit exhausted me of all my will and I put on the diaper without any hesitation. With the booster in it felt thicker and a lot more awkward between my legs, but it wasn’t until I tried to pull my jeans over top that I really felt helpless.

The outline of the diaper was so visible it would take an idiot to not notice AND decipher what it was under the jeans. I could barely zip them up, and when I did, it felt like the button would burst at any moment. My ass looked good though, if you didn’t realize it was a diaper you may think I was kind of thick... but no. I looked the way I did because I couldn’t be trusted to not wet my pants. This much was clear now.

After one last look at myself, I exited the bathroom. The hostesses were waiting, staring at me and I waited for them to say something. Their eyes all went to my crotch and the sight of the padding under my pants brought a smile to a few of their lips, but not the first one. She kept her cold, disappointed face the whole time. I turned to go back to my seat and face the humiliation, ran the conversation through my head and how I would explain to Jack why I was in thick adult diapers. She stopped me.

“Wait. You need this” she said, handing me a cloth. I yanked it out of her hands and turned without saying a word, but she stopped me again. “We have a care package for you for when you get off today, you know, for your troubles.”