Flight Change

DISCLAIMER: This story contains age regression, body-swapping, diaper usage, vomiting, breastfeeding, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“Oh! For fuck sake!” muttered Ashley to herself as her wireless headphones died at the worst possible moment. She was going to be stuck on a red-eye flight for the next six hours with nothing to listen to. She sighed, happy to at least have the row to herself. She could put her feet up and stretch out for the next few hours, not having to sit next to some douche bag with an armrest inferiority complex or some bratty kid fidgeting her like the last two flights she’d been on.

Ashley’s luck with air travel was consistently bad, so getting a clear row to herself would be a nice change of pace. The flight attendant stood to close the airplane doors, only moments away from securing her solitude in row 16. She smirked as she looked to the empty seat next to her with frothing greed. She planned to pounce the second that the seatbelt sign turned off.

*wwwwaaaaaaaahhHH!”

“WAIT, HOLD THAT DOOR!” shouted a female voice and what sounded like a very unhappy baby. A low groan echoed throughout the cabin. She prayed for a ruthless flight attendant that would slam the door shut in this woman’s face, feeling no guilt in that idle thought.

As luck would have it, this flight was blessed to have an angel for a flight attendant, who swung the door back open for a mother in her mid-20’s, along with her frustratingly loud baby, to come aboard.

Ashley was now going to have to deal with what was sure to only be the first of several screaming fits from the little runt. She turned back, seeing no other empty seats on the plane. She didn’t want to believe her luck was that bad, though, until the mother was sitting down next to her in the aisle seat. A small whinny grumble escaped her lips and she turned towards the window, pouting.

“Hi, I’m Emma,” said the woman timidly, trying to get Ashley’s attention. She was clearly young, but the bags under her eyes were aging her, something fierce. She continued to bounce her bundle of joy as she spoke, “Sorry about little Rosalie here. I’ll have her sleeping in no time.”

Something told Ashley not to misplace any hope in that promise. She tilted her head towards the mother, “It’s fine. Just try not to wake me up, okay?”

Emma gave her a not-so-reassuring smile, “I’ll do my best.”

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“WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

“Seriously! Fuck this fucking baby!” thought Ashley as her hands were pressed tightly to her ears. The flight was an hour in, and yes, the baby had yet to stop crying. She gritted her teeth and stared out into the endless void that was the night sky through her port-side window.

Emma, meanwhile, was to the point of begging with her insatiable 9-month-old girl. Bottles, binkies, burping! None of it made any difference! At the present, she was patting little Rosalie’s back and shushing her through a sort of frantic exhaustion. She simultaneously hummed the melody of “Row, row, row your boat,” in a desperate plea to both entertain and calm her child’s ear-piercing sobs.

Placing the baby, up to her shoulder, Emma turned to step out and head to the bathroom. She’d needed to pee since the flight had departed. While she didn’t want to drag a screaming child through various rows of seats, she’d hit her breaking point.

However, as Emma turned her back towards Ashley, she patted Rosalie’s back in just the right spot to cause her to spit up the milk she’d just drank. Ashley, who’d had her back turned at the time, could only sit frozen in horror, as the sound of vomiting coincided with a sudden dampness that spread out across the back of her hoodie. She felt her own gag reflex come to life as she did what she could to hold back the impending projectile attack.

“I. Am. So. Sorry,” said Emma in a hush and extremely apologetic tone, doing her best to not disturb any more passengers than necessary. She leaned forward and shook Ashley’s one dry shoulder, “I-I can grab you a towel if you’d-WHOA!”

Ashley knew she wasn’t gonna hold for much longer. She stood up and bolted towards the bathroom, barrelling past Emma, who had to dive onto the seat to avoid getting trampled.

Slamming the bathroom door behind her, Ashley unloaded this evening’s meal into the waterless toilet. Anytime she thought she was done, her body would feel the gooey puke running down her back and bring forth the next wave. She gripped the sides of the toilet seat hard, her blood boiling throughout this whole ordeal.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Emma stood on the other side of the door with her baby in hand, who had finally managed to stop crying. She whispered, “Hey, umm, I wanted to say sorry again. I’ll pay for anything you need to replace.” She held back her anxiety-ridden tears, unable to will herself to say anymore.

Ashley was not in the forgiving mood, she managed to get a few words out in between hurls, “Whatever, just fuck off, okay?” She puked again, cutting off any further communication.

Feeling immense shame, Emma lowered her head and walked into the neighboring bathroom. She still had to tinkle something fierce. Plus, Rosalie had managed to spit up quite a bit on herself, so she’d need to get her cleaned up. She set Rosalie’s diaper bag down on the floor and sat down on the toilet, happy to finally relieve herself. She felt the tension leave her bladder instantly. It was so nice that she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. It took exactly six and a half seconds for her to fall asleep while peeing.

Still cradled in Emma’s sleepy arms, Rosalie was awake and feeling pretty active. She wiggled around in her mother’s lap to position herself upright, with her pudgy arms hanging over Emma’s shoulder. She reached forward, trying to touch the flusher, but it was just outside of her reach. What was in reach, though, was the sink counter, which was directly adjacent to the toilet. She grabbed onto the corner of the reflective, metallic counter with her tiny, sausage fingers, marveling at the exotic stimuli.

Back in the next-door bathroom, Ashley flushed the toilet and was removing her milky hoodie as carefully as possible, so as to not let the moist parts of her sweatshirt touch any more of her skin than they had to. Fortunately, her t-shirt underneath was fully dry. She tossed the soiled hoodie to the ground and rushed to the sink, scooping airplane tap water into her mouth to rinse out the pukey flavor.

*DING*

Suddenly, the seat belt light came on and the plane started to rattle. Ashley gripped the sides of the counter, trying not to fall over. In the other bathroom, Emma snored loudly, her sleep unbroken by the shaking aircraft. Standing upright in her arms, Rosalie was giggling happily, as the room bounced much like her favorite bouncer at home did.

*CRACK!*

BLACKOUT! A loud bang was heard crashing against the plane, followed by all of the lights going out. Ashley felt a strong surge of electricity jolt through her body. She clenched her jaw and took one last, momentary breath before passing out.

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*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!*

“Excuse me, is everything okay in there?”

The bathroom was lit by an emergency light. Emma’s eyes slowly spread open, before going wide once she became self-aware of her unintended nap. Her motherly panic kicked in as her hands searched high and low for Rosalie, finding her safely lying in the middle of her lap, exactly where she had left her. She had apparently also dozed off. Breathing a sigh of relief, she turned towards the door, whispering so as not to wake her precious little screamer, “Um, sorry! I’ll be out in just a minute!”

The voice from the other side responded, “Okay, just making sure. We’ve lost power out here after the lightning strike. Take all the time you need.” The volume of the voice, despite being muffled by the door, was still enough to stir the baby from her sleep.

Opening her eyes, Ashley wondered where she was for a brief moment, before remembering the turbulence and subsequent blackout. She went to get up but found she had no longer possessed any momentum. With her arms in front of her face, she came to the terrifying realization that these weren’t the arms she was used to. They were stubby and full of fat...much like the arms of a baby.

Suddenly, two large hands wrapped themselves around Ashley’s torso as the ground beneath her started to move. She looked up, seeing Emma’s smiling face peering down at her. “Hey there, sweetie, we’re gonna get you cleaned up lickity-split!” she said, standing up from the toilet and hoisting Ashley onto the counter.

Ashely was lifted up with little effort as Emma began to remove the white, puffy-sleeved baby frock from her body. She had to be dreaming. There was no way in hell what she was seeing was real. She thought back to earlier in the flight, trying desperately to remember if she’d had any alcohol or taken sleeping medication or something. She’d never had a dream this lucid before in her life.

Stripped down to nothing but a disposable diaper, Ashley felt Emma’s hand press against the bottom of her pamper, squishing the wet padding into her tiny tushy. She hadn’t noticed it until then, but the nappy she had on was positively soaked. She internally cringed at the idea of wearing some random baby’s plastic undies.

Thankfully, it seemed to be wet enough for Emma to feel it was best to change her baby sooner rather than later. For Ashely, this was a monkey’s paw wish if there ever was one. Sure she wouldn’t have a wet diaper on anymore, but she was about to have her first diaper change in over 20 years. Needless to say, she was feeling an unparalleled level of humiliation, one made no better by Emma’s constant cooing, “Awww, such a bwushy baby today! Don’t worry, it’s nothing Mommy hasn’t seen before.”

A pink nighttime diaper that looked much bigger than the one she’d just been wearing was pulled out of the diaper bag. She groaned and wiggled, trying to squirm away. Did she have a plan? No. Did that stop her from trying to get away? Also no.

Unsurprisingly, Ashley’s escape efforts were fruitless, as Emma placed a gentle hand on her chubby tummy and held her firmly in place. A heaping helping of lotion was slathered all around her diaper area. It was a bizarre feeling. Normally, she’d get aroused from this kind of touching down South, but she guessed she shouldn’t have been surprised that the body of an infant would get nothing of the sort out of this. However, that fact didn’t make the situation any less embarrassing.

Soon, Emma had Ashley powdered and taped up snuggly in the plush padding. She moved on to clothing, giggling as she looked in the bag, “Looks like we were a little unprepared clothing-wise as well, Rosie-Cheeks.” Her expression was somber but her voice was chipper, as she pulled out a darling, lilac babydoll dress, and a small pair of pink tights with frills on the bottom...because the diaper wasn’t bad enough.

It didn’t matter how much Ashley wanted to stop this madness and wake up back in her old body, she had no autonomy in the body she currently inhabited. Emma forced the dress and legging onto her person, completing her monstrous transformation.

Ashley hated it, the dress was so poofy and bulky, much like the diaper that forced her legs apart. Plus, the leggings were so uncomfortably warm and soft and cozy and comfy and…ehehe…

As Ashley’s frown showed signs of wavering, Emma lifted up her dress and blew a raspberry onto her belly, causing her to burble out a childish giggle. “There’s my silly girl. Not so grumpy now are you?” said Emma, as she patted Ashley’s hair.

Much to Ashley’s surprise, she couldn’t get enough of this feeling. After having grown up in a less than affectionate family and having been single for most of her adult life, receiving genuine tenderness was something she wasn’t used to. What was that brat crying so much for? She had the best mom in the whole world.

Ashley was gushing with happiness, and yet, something felt...off. Something she couldn’t put her finger on.

*GRUMBLE*

All of a sudden, Ashley’s tummy gurgled, aching for food. Emma leaned down and kissed her rumbly tummy, before saying, “Looks like you had a frowny face for a few reasons, Rosie-Cheeks!” She rested Ashley in the crux of her arm and lowered the front of her shirt around what appeared to be a maternity bra, containing her voluptuous E-cup breasts.

Whatever mysterious thought that was troubling Ashley left her head in an instant. Unable to explain the desire that was filling her stomach with butterflies, she reached out towards the hypnotically large boob, wanting the fresh, milky contents that waited behind her supple tit flesh.

Emma unclasped the front hook of her bra and pushed the garment away from her nipple. Nothing was standing in the way now. She lifted Ashley’s head towards her left breast and made sure that her lips connected perfectly with the erect nipple.

It was the most delicious thing Ashely had ever tasted. She pushed her tiny hands against the spongy boob, leveraging herself into a better suckling position. She had to have more. She wanted every last drop that Emma had to offer.

“My, my! So eager today! You must’ve been such a hungry baby!” teased Emma whilst rocking Ashley back and forth as she fed. It was so much work being a single mother, but it was incredibly rewarding in moments such as this. She hugged her child close to her bountiful bosom, “Mommy loves you so much, Rosalie.”

Happy tears dripped across Ashley’s cheeks. The yummy breast milk, the comforting words, the snuggly cradling. The combination of all of these factors caused her adult mind to slip farther and farther back to the recesses of her mind. Her thoughts grew hazy and her memories felt more like dreams than the reality that was directly in front of her.

Having the heart and brain of a 9-month-old toddler finally took its toll, and Ashley felt her connection to her old self disappear. She was now 100% ROSALIE, and she never wanted that to change.

Emma opened the bathroom door, letting in a cacophony of sound coming from coach. As she turned towards the aisle, Rosalie saw a fantastical sight.

“Row, row, row your boat! Gently down the stream! Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily! Life is but a dream!”

The verse repeated several times, and leading the charge was Ashely, or at least Ashley’s body, who was joyously singing with several of her fellow passengers. The lights in the main cabin of the airplane were still out, so dozens of people were illuminating the space with their cell phone flashlights.

Ashley clapped her hands together as the song came to an end. Several dozen passengers applauded as well, as the panic over the traumatic turbulence incident was finally calming down. She turned to a small group of elementary-aged children, looking to keep the positive energy rolling, “What song should we sing next?!”

Before the kids could answer, Emma walked up to Ashley and tapped her on the shoulder, “Hey, just wanted to apologize again for Rosalie’s little accident,” she said with her head lowered.

Ashley smiled, “Oh, don’t worry about it! Babies do what babies do! Isn’t that right, little Rosie?” She spoke with such childlike energy. It was unreal to think someone could be this pure and innocent at her age. She reached her hand under Rosalie’s chin and proceeded to tickle her.

Rosalie reacted like any other baby would, with a series of uncontrollable giggles as her lips lost their hold on Emma’s nipple. She wiggled and kicked her legs as she was helpless to stop her attackers' nimble fingers.

*PFFFFOOOOORCH!*

The excessive tickling led to a natural chain reaction in Rosalie’s bowels. She had over-exerted herself, causing her to spontaneously make a big boom boom in her diapee. While she should’ve been disgusted by this development, the reality of the situation only inspired further giggling.

“Oh, Rosalie,” said Emma in a mockingly upset tone, “We just got you changed. And that was the last diaper too! Looks like you’ll be stuck in messy pants until we land.”

Ashley could only laugh along as the nearest witness to Rosalie’s blowout, “Hehe! I don’t think little Rosie minds too much.” She turned her attention back towards the elementary children, “Did you guys pick a song yet?”

The jubilant singing soon returned, this time with Emma and Rosalie to join in on the fun. Rosalie clapped her hands together out of rhythm, loving every second of the pleasant music. She felt a sincere love for life that she had long since lost by her mid-20’s return to her as she nuzzled close to her mother’s chest, feeling safe and content.

THE END.