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Sebastian's Flight - Chapter 4
🕑 Added 2023-04-12 12:00:03 +0000 UTCSebastian had thought he'd be relieved when he heard the announcement that the plane's descent was starting, knowing it would signal that the flight was almost over, that, soon enough, he'd be able to get out and go meet Hailey... Instead, he let out a groan into his pacifier as he felt the plane shake beneath him, jostling him in his seat, his nose wrinkling as the movement further squelched the mess in his diaper.
He hadn't lasted long at all, despite his best efforts; it didn't help that he knew, in the back of his minds, that it wouldn't matter, that fighting it would only prolong the inevitable, make him more uncomfortable. Perhaps - he told himself anyway, hoping it would provide a bit of comfort - that was why it had happened so fast. Perhaps it wasn't that the mini-enema was so strong, or his control was so weak... He simply had subconsciously wanted to avoid the worst of the cramps by getting it over with.
It was a nice thought, even if the cramps that had happened had been pretty brutal, far more than he'd expected, and even if he'd been so dazed, so overwhelmed, that he didn't remember pushing at all before he'd squirmed in his seat and noticed he was in the middle of filling his pants, having a genuine accident that it was far too late to stop, no matter how much he wriggled and whimpered, cheeks burning.
"There you go, little buddy," Levi had told him when he stopped by to check on him, seeing that the battle was over, verifying it with a diaper pat. "Do you feel better now?"
Sebastian had stared up at him, blushing and shaking his head, unable to speak past the paci, to give an actual answer. "Well, don't worry," Levi had chuckled. "I'm sure you're not done yet. Let's get you some cartoons, okay?"
It wasn't really a question, since Sebastian had no input into whether it happened or not. He had attempted to reach out, to move Levi out of the way, to stop him, but before long, the screen on the seat in front of him was alive with bright colors and the flight attendant had moved on, leaving Sebastian trapped, staring at the screens, wondering what Levi's other statement had meant... Until another cramp hit him, and he felt his body give another push, somehow finding more mess inside his tummy to get rid of.
Thankfully, that had ended long ago, although there appeared to be an almost infinite number of mind-numbing cartoons, automatically playing one after another. The screen asked, after each, if he wanted to continue, but the straps on the booster seat ensured he could reach neither the touchscreen nor the remote he saw attached to the arm of the regular seat below the booster, and when no input was received, the screen defaulted to 'Yes' and chose something else for him.
Now, however, as the plane began to prepare for landing, the screen turned off. He blinked, looking around, both glad to be rid of it, and suddenly more aware of his surroundings, of the people around him, watching him with bemusement. He blushed and stared down at his lap, only to notice how much his diaper was straining against the snaps of his onesie, how lumpy it was, how obvious to anyone it would be that he had pooped his pants, that he deserved to be padded.
He flinched as he saw a hand reach out and give his diaper another pat, head turning to see Brett there, standing over him. "Guess I don't need to make sure you're buckled in, do I?" he winked. "Are you ready for touchdown?"
Sebastian was surprised to feel himself shake his head, and how vehemently he was doing so. It would be good to get out of here, to be freed from this booster seat, allowed to walk on his own, to do something other than watch infantile cartoons, to hopefully be able to change into his own clothes, and, most importantly, his underwear... How much of that was he actually going to be permitted to do, though? And... Was he going to be able to get to somewhere he could without Hailey spotting him and seeing what had become of him, what he'd been turned into?
"Aww, it's all right," Brett knelt down and gave him a hug. "It might be a bit bumpy, but it'll be over soon, I promise!"
That was how it felt, what had him so anxious; he had a different definition of what 'it' was than the attendant did, however, he suspected. Brett meant the flight, whereas Sebastian was worried that it would be any semblance of adulthood that was going to be coming to an end, if it hadn't already.
There were plenty of jolts as the plane lowered, then lurched onto the runway, every one a fresh reminder of his situation, of the state of his diaper. As much as he hadn't wanted to go through all that again, there had been a part of him that had hoped the flight attendants might change him before they reached their destination, perhaps into a thinner diaper... He doubted he'd be able to get away without out, and that any they'd have on hand would be thin enough for him to hide beneath his onesie, but it would be nice to be clean, at least, when his girlfriend found him and laughed in his face at what a baby he was.
He could try to explain things to her, to say it wasn't his fault, but... Hallie would never have let this happen to her. She was too strong for that, too independent... How could she possibly want to be with someone so weak? That would just make her a target, too. He didn't have accidents normally, and he could try to tell her that, however, she'd have little reason to believe him, and if they were out together, and he did wet or mess his pants, and an Amazon saw him, they would automatically assume that anyone else with him was likely to do the same at any moment, and diaper them as well as a precautionary measure....
He was already preparing for the break-up he had convinced himself was going to happen, even as he tried frantically to think of ways to avoid it. If he got his bags and made it to a restroom right outside the gate, he might be able to change... Except, the diaper almost certainly had little-proof tapes. If the attendants had changed him, it might not be as big of a deal; they hadn't, so he'd be going up to a 'tweener or Amazon in a messy diaper, asking them to help him out of it while claiming that he didn't need it, that there was no need for them to help him put a clean one on. He could hardly blame those hypothetical people for the doubt he could see in their faces, no matter how he thought to phrase it. That would be a sure way to get adopted before he ever left the airport.
He was so absorbed in that, he nearly didn't notice the other passengers standing up, grabbing their things from the overheard compartments, starting to file out. He frowned, kicking his feet uselessly as he watched everyone in front of him leave, knowing it was about to be his turn, having no way of taking it, of getting out of his seat, much less the plane. Nobody seemed to expect him to, either, the flow of people continuing on uninterrupted, as if he wasn't there, as he whimpered into his pacifier, frustrated, trapped.
Finally, it stopped, and, for a moment or two, he wondered if he was all alone in the plane, if he was the last one left, doomed to stay here until the plane flew on to whatever its next destination was, and if, perhaps, that might be better than getting off here. At least there he had no chance of Hallie seeing him.
Of course, that didn't happen, because he wasn't actually the only one there. "All right, buddy," Levi's voice said from behind. "Let's get you out of here!"
Sebastian turned to see the flight attendant stepping up the aisle towards him, something in his hands. Before Sebastian could tell what it was, one of them was being pulled down over his own hand, squeezing his fingers together into a helpless mass. He furrowed his brow, staring down at the thick mitten in time to recognize it, to make a weak attempt at pulling his other arm away, Levi easily catching it, putting the other mitten onto it, sealing the smaller man's fate. Now, he not only wouldn't be able to get his diaper off on his own, he wouldn't be able to remove his onesie, or put on his grown-up clothes, or even open one of the stalls in the restroom, without assistance.
"That's better," Levi nodded approvingly. "Wouldn't want you getting into any trouble." He chuckled, unbuckled Sebastian's straps and lifting him out, resting him on his hip... And starting to walk away.
Sebastian let out a loud, wordless protest from behind his pacifier, raising his mittened hands towards the overhead compartment. The person behind him had opened it up to get their overnight bag out of it, and he could see a glimpse of his backpack there, yet, even being carried by Levi, he had no hope of reaching it himself.
"It's all right," Levi gave him a little bounce, Sebastian groaning as the mess in his diaper shifted. "Your luggage will be all sorted out for you... You don't need to worry about it."
He shook his head, tears stinging his eyes. He wasn't going to be able to change his own clothes, but if he left without his things, he wouldn't even have anything to ask someone else to change him into, assuming he found anyone he thought he could trust! He couldn't leave this plane without at least his backpack!
Unfortunately, he also couldn't stop himself from leaving the plane, from being carried down the aisle to the exit, where Brett was waiting for him, giving him a wave before falling into step behind Levi, and then through the jet bridge. "Now, I want you to behave yourself," Levi lectured. "The airport can be big and scary, and overwhelming, but that's no excuse for bad behavior."
What could he do?! He couldn't use him hands, couldn't talk, was reduced to an awkward waddle at best thanks to the bulk of his diaper... And he wasn't sure he'd be able to do even that, now that he'd filled it. The warning seemed especially silly as they left the jet bridge and he saw Brook standing there smiling at him, stroller at the ready, guaranteeing that he would only be going exactly where they wanted him to.
"Calm down," Brett told him, hearing him grunting as he tried in vain to wriggle free of Levi's arms as he saw the stroller, and its straps, looming closer and closer, making him want to do the exact opposite of what the attendant was saying. "We're going to take you to the daycare, and they'll look after you until your Daddy comes to pick you up."
Sebastian shook his head, wanting to explain that he'd lied, that he didn't have a Daddy to pick him up, that he didn't belong in a daycare, but already, he was being set down into the stroller, the straps pulled tight over his dirty diaper and locked with a series of ominous clicks.
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