A Diaper Dimension, original story by SolaraScott

All characters depicted are 18 years or older

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Chapter 35: One Big Boat

Hannah awoke sometime later, blinking her eyes open in the soft light of the plane. She yawned, stretching and groaning as she realized what woke her. Hannah’s tummy and bladder were aching. Daddy must have heard her stirring; he leaned over, “Morning, sweetheart, how are you? Sleep okay?”

Hannah nodded, “Yeah, I slept pretty well.” she responded softly, keeping her voice low, “I uhh, really got to go.” she admitted, blushing.

Daddy chuckled, “Baby, you use your diapers, remember? Go potty.” he said gently.

Hannah blushed, opening her mouth to argue, but Daddy had already turned back. “But, I don’t want to be stuck in-” she started, Daddy cutting her off.

“That’s for Daddy to worry about, sweetie, not you,” Daddy said.

Hannah grumbled, shrinking back and mumbling to herself. She knew she wouldn’t get any sympathy from him on this. Hannah begrudgingly relaxed, letting herself go, the warm mush squishing against her bum as she went, her bladder soaking into the fresh padding. She blushed deeply at the feeling, but it wasn’t all bad. It took Hannah a few moments to realize the effects of the serum must have worked this time. She had gone not once but twice now since then, and both times, it seemed she was, more or less, back to normal. 

Hannah nestled back into her seat, pulling the blanket around her and glancing out the window. It was still dark outside; she had no idea what time it was or how far it was till they landed. “How far are we?” she asked Daddy.

Daddy leaned back over, his fingers traveling under Hannah’s blanket, and he felt her sodden padding, making her blush even more. “Good girl, Daddy is proud of you. You know I’m far more lenient than Mommy ever was, but that doesn’t mean Daddy will let you misbehave,” he said, only furthering Hannah’s blush.

“Yes, Daddy,” Hannah mumbled, embarrassed.

“Good girl,” Daddy repeated, a feeling of pride welling up in Hannah, although it was far weaker than the other day. Daddy was pulling Hannah’s blanket away, undoing the straps to her seat, “As for our trip, we are only an hour or so from landing; the sun should be rising soon.”

Hannah grew increasingly uncomfortable as Daddy began pulling her shorts off in the middle of the plane. She blushed madly as her diaper came into view, “Daddy.” she whined, “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like, honey? I can’t have you sitting around in a poopy diaper; you’ll get a rash.” Daddy responded in a kind, childlike tone. 

Hannah blushed as he pulled her diaper open, no one was even looking, but the fact she was being changed in the middle of a freaking airplane was mortifying, especially given the fact he had announced for all to hear that she was poopy. “Not here,” Hannah whined as he began wiping her clean.

“Hannah, hun, you need to remember, you are a Little; Daddy is in charge, people only see you as a baby. There is nothing wrong with changing your diaper; it’s perfectly normal.” Daddy continued. “I think you need a little reminder of your place.” 

Hannah whined, feeling him clean her up, working her hips into the fresh diaper. The seat positioning could have been more comfortable, but he made it work. “What do you mean?” she asked, “Please, I’ll be good.”

“I know you will, but don’t you feel guilty wearing pants while Emily doesn’t have a pair? I think, until we can get you both pairs, it’s only fair that you didn’t have any. Plus, it’ll help you understand your place.” Daddy said, stowing her shorts away in the tote bag.

Hannah opened her mouth to argue, but Daddy cut her off, “That’s that, missy; next time, you will not complain about using your diaper or where and when you are changed. Do I make myself clear?” 

Hannah deflated, looking away, embarrassed, “Yes, Daddy.” she mumbled.

“Good girl, now, I got you some snacks. Would you like some?” Daddy asked. “I figured you could watch some cartoons for the rest of the flight.”

Hannah hadn’t seen Daddy get any snacks; perhaps the flight attendants gave him some as he produced a small plastic tray. He folded the meal tray out before Hannah, extending it so she could reach it. Hannah didn’t see any screens, but just as she was about to ask, the rear of the headrest in front of her illuminated with a soft glow, sparking to life. 

Hannah glanced at the snacks before her, finally! Solid food! Daddy also produced a baby bottle filled with a clear liquid, which Hannah hoped was water. The tray was portioned, containing some diced fruit, cheese, and crackers. It wasn’t much, but Hannah suddenly found herself starving. She glanced over at Emily, who was stirring, her pacifier still in place as she blinked tired eyes. 

Daddy took note and was setting Emily up with food as the cartoon began to play. Hannah wasn’t sure about the technology, but she could hear it perfectly if she kept her head in front of the screen. Leaning over to Emily or Daddy, it went completely silent; only if Hannah was in her seat could she hear it. Daddy checked Emily’s diaper, but she didn’t need a change yet. 

Hannah had pulled the blanket back over herself as she ate, nursing the bottle between bites. The bottle wasn’t water; it was some sort of juice, but it tasted fine. She relished every bite, savoring the taste of real food, even if it was just cheese and crackers. The cartoon, thankfully, wasn’t Naomi and Oliver; it was some other silly cartoon about undersea creatures, not unlike SpongeBob. It was a ridiculous show but entertaining enough, even if it was designed for a child. 

Emily was watching the same show, happily eating away; Hannah could tell she was just as happy to have finger foods again as Hannah was. Daddy had his food, a small bowl of oatmeal and cut fruit, along with a lidded cup of what Hannah presumed was coffee. Hannah relished returning to solid food and hoped Daddy wouldn’t backtrack, forcing them back onto formula.

The rest of the flight was quiet; they soared along the open sky, the sun slowly peaking above the horizon once more as it rose. Hannah didn’t even realize they were so close to landing until she felt the craft slowing, the engines returning to vertical, and gently depositing them back on the ground. A soft chime sounded through the cabin, and the lights came on as flight attendants came by, collecting trash. Hannah’s empty bottle and snack bin were disposed of, the tray table was retracted, and the screen turned off as Daddy collected both girls’ pacifiers and blankets, much to their dismay. 

Hannah blushed as her fresh diaper came into view again. Daddy unbuckled her and lifted her into his arm and Emily in his other, and they joined the queue to disembark. As they left, the pilots opened the cockpit, smiling and saying goodbye to each passenger, “Gosh, those two are adorable.” One pilot remarked with a smile, “Thank you for flying; you three have a great day.”

“Girls? What do you say?” Daddy asked.

Hannah suppressed an eye roll as both girls said, “Thank you.” 

Daddy smiled and nodded, leaving the aircraft and heading up the incline into the airport. Hannah felt herself shrinking into Daddy, her heart racing as they entered the busy terminal; she was utterly mortified to be seen like this, in nothing more than a t-shirt and diaper. Daddy, though, simply patted her bum lovingly, carrying the girls through the bustling port. 

This terminal was similar to the one they had just left. Instead of a sleek, modern design, this terminal felt organic, with windows arching in exciting shapes and patterns. The entire terminal has grown over with greenery and flowers, looking wild yet well-groomed at the same time. Hannah even caught sight of several small waterfalls, ending in shallow streams that traveled under glass floor panels beneath their feet as Daddy carried them.

Hannah’s entire body was red with shame as she was carried, humiliated beyond measure. Yet, despite her concerns, the most she ever got from someone else was a soft smile reserved for comforting a child. She was far from the only Little with their diaper exposed. Hannah saw many other Littles dressed similarly, some lacking even a shirt to cover their chests, making Hannah blush even more. She grew to realize that while it was humiliating to have her diaper exposed like this, there was a real reason, too. 

Amazons genuinely saw them as babies. Babies needed their diapers checked and changed regularly; there was no sense hiding the fact; it was just a matter of who they were. Hannah realized that while she thought of herself as acting like an adult, pretending to be a baby, Amazons saw her for what she had always wanted to be: just a baby. This realization allowed Hannah to relax a bit; people seeing her didn’t see the adult she was back home; they saw this persona she had adopted while there.

Daddy took note as Hannah relaxed, “There you go, such a good girl, see? No one minds; you are just a baby.” 

Hannah’s heart fluttered, and she found a slight grin on her lips despite the humiliation. Daddy was right, once again. Daddy carried the two girls, following the signs for ground transportation, descending into the bowels of the airport. Despite the lack of sunlight, the place never felt gloomy or dark. Even here, deep underground, the place was alive and well-lit.

Daddy took a few long escalators down, joining the crowd exiting the port into an underground train station. Daddy quickly found their train and boarded, finding empty seats and getting the girls strapped in. Unlike the plane, these seats didn’t morph; they had simple belts across the lap and a loop between the legs through which the belt traveled. 

Daddy sat across from the girls who sat side-by-side, people bustling by. Despite feeling better, Hannah was still humiliated to be seen like this and continued to try to distract herself from her lack of pants. “Wait, don’t we need to get our luggage?” she asked.

Daddy shook his head, “Nope! All handled by the airport; supposedly, we don’t even need to get them once we get to the port; they will be sent straight to our cabin.”

Hannah nodded. It would have been an awe-inspiring feat if they had accomplished that. They had dropped their bags at one airport and supposedly would be handed off at four different times to arrive where they needed them next. Hannah barely trusted personnel back home to get her luggage onto her first flight, let alone a train and then a boat after. Perhaps baggage handlers here were far better trained, she wasn’t sure.

“How long’s the ride to the port?” Hannah asked as the doors to the train closed with a hiss.

Daddy shrugged, “I’m not sure, but it shouldn’t be long; it’s only 32 miles from the airport.”

Hannah nodded, glancing out the window, her hand taking Emily’s as the train departed the station. The ride was as smooth as their car rides, and Hannah was sure that whatever technology allowed their cars to fly, they also used this train. She felt no bumps or grinding of wheels on the track; the train glided on a cushion of air; it seemed as if it quickly gained momentum, rocketing out of the underground station into the bright morning light.

Hannah had assumed the ride would be the better part of half an hour for such a distance but quickly realized it would be far shorter. The train moved with blurring speed, the landscape flashing by, and yet, Hannah barely felt a thing as they glided down the track. Like the one they had left, this airport appeared to be in a city, the cityscape fading behind them into the distance. Like shimmering silver pillars, tall skyscrapers shrank as the train moved further from the urban sprawl. The building's reflective glass cascade caught the morning sunlight, throwing off bright gleams that twinkled in the distance. Soon, the city transitioned into vast stretches of green fields and shimmering bodies of water. The countryside was dotted with clusters of futuristic buildings and small, neatly arranged towns. 

As they traveled, Hannah could see vast, open plains stretching like a giant quilt, broken by winding rivers and sparkling lakes. Bridges spanned these waterways, looking delicate from her high-speed perspective. In the distance, the ocean began to come into view, its deep blue waters stretching endlessly toward the horizon. The sunlight danced across the waves, creating a glittering path across the water that caught Hannah’s attention. She could see boats and ships moving across the water, their sails and hulls cutting through the waves, some small and quick while others were grand and stately. 

The train glided over elevated tracks, giving Hannah a perfect view of the approaching port. Giant cranes rose above the water’s edge, unloading massive containers from cargo ships. At the same time, luxury cruise liners gleamed brightly on the dock, their towering decks stacked one upon the other like floating cities. Hannah realized with a start that one of these cruise ships was likely what they were destined for. She had envisioned a small, tedious ferry, but this was like no ferry she had ever seen. Hannah wondered which was going to be their vessel across the open ocean. 

The train began to slow as they approached the port station, giving Hannah an better view of the sprawling harbor. Rows of sleek yachts and cruise ships were anchored along the piers, their hulls gleaming in the sunlight. People moved along the waterfront, busy with luggage and excited chatter as they prepared to board. Hannah watched in awe as the massive cruise ships grew higher and higher the closer they were to their bases. 

Hannah’s vision of the dock was cut off as the train pulled into the station, gliding to a stop, the doors opening with a quiet hiss. Daddy stood, undoing both girl’s seatbelts and lifting them into his arm, the tote hanging off his shoulder. Once again, Hannah was paraded around in just her diaper and shirt, making her blush. She wondered if she would ever get used to this, but Hannah didn’t think it was likely. One thing was sure: when Daddy returned her pants, she wouldn’t complain again. Daddy had been checking the documents before pulling into the station and quickly found his way towards the check-in area of the cruise terminal. Hannah blushed as she read some of the names of the cruise lines, “Padded Waves Cruises.” “Breezy Bottoms Cruises.” “The Pampered Fleet.” “Little Sailors Voyages.” 

Daddy turned and entered a large, glass reception room for a line called Starlight Diaper Cruises, stepping up to the check-in counter. The Amazon woman behind the counter wore a nautical blue dress, form-fitting and sprinkled with glitter that made it sparkle in the light, looking like starlight. 

“Hi there, checking in?” she asked politely.

“Yes, we are,” Daddy responded, setting both girls down and handing over their boarding passes.

The woman smiled, scanning the passes and handing them back with three slim wristbands. “These are your sail and signs for the cruise. They work as boarding passes, room keys, and anything else you need onboard. Once you're ready, follow the signs right up to the ship. Have a wonderful cruise!” she said, motioning towards the ramps that spiraled upward.

Daddy stepped over to the side, inspecting the wristbands; one was plain blue for him, while the other was baby blue and covered in reflective glitter. He snapped his into place, turning to each girl. “Wrist,” he ordered. 

Hannah offered hers, and Daddy slipped the band around, clicking it shut. It was snug but comfortable; Hannah could easily forget it was there. Wristbands acquired, Daddy thankfully scooped both girls up again. Hannah didn’t want to walk, not without anything covering herself. 

Daddy began the walk up the ramp, the massive cruise ship looming just outside as Hannah caught her first sight of the boat up close, gasping. The SS Dreamwave stood as an awe-inspiring sight, a sleek, futuristic vessel with gleaming white sides that curved upward into tiered decks, each lined with glass railings offering sweetening views of ocean views. The ship’s name was emblazoned in silver along the hull, sparkling in the sunlight, and its towering height made it seem more like a floating city than a ship. 

As they ascended, Hannah could see the multiple levels stacked high above them, with expansive open decks featuring pools, sun lounges, and lush garden areas. Enormous windows reflected the bright sky, revealing glimpses of luxury suites and the vibrant life inside. A giant logo for the Starlight Diaper Cruises adorned the bow, with playful stars twinkling above a soft, pastel-colored wave. 

The ship's upper decks were bustling with activity as passengers moved about, with excited Littles, families, and cruise staff in bright uniforms welcoming everyone aboard. There was a soft hum from the ship’s engines, a hint of the power needed to move such a massive vessel. The ramps leading into the boat guided them to a grant entrance, where sleek automated doors stood ready to welcome them inside. 

The ship's scale became even more apparent as they approached the entrance. The SS Dreamwave was a marvel of modern engineering, blending luxury and comfort into a playful, family-oriented atmosphere. Hannah’s mouth was agape, looking at the massive ship as they walked. The doors before them opened to permit the passengers in front of them, and a wash of lively music spilled forth, enveloping them as they neared the entrance.

Hannah’s concern regarding her lack of pants quickly vanished as she first saw the ship’s insides for the first time. “Ready, girls?” Daddy asked.

Hannah and Emily continued looking around in numb silence as Daddy stepped aboard the massive ship. 

End of Chapter 35

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