Three Vignettes

Chapter 1
Deep Breaths

Chapter Description: A young man gets some very special in-flight service. Brought over from a post I made long ago on the Continuous Story but edited properly now.

Jim and Sharon boarded the plane for their lovely island getaway. Jim had let Sharon pick the island and she had chosen some odd Caribbean locale he had never heard of, but the plane seemed full so it had to be popular. They took their seats in coach, but Jim was distressed to see they were being separated because the flight was over-booked. He had to sit several rows up from Sharon with these two young women dressed in revealing tops and capris, ready for a beach vacation. Jim couldn’t argue with that, so he took his seat in next to the aisle.

The flight seemed uneventful at first, but about an hour in they began to hit turbulence. After a couple good jolts the seat-belt sign came on and the flight attendants stopped serving drinks to take their seats. Across the aisle from him, Jim saw a family with a teen-age boy looking quite nervous, and Jim was getting a bit queasy himself. The well-built women beside him though looked perfectly calm. The bumpiness increased over the next few minutes and then suddenly the air-masks dropped from the ceiling. Jim heard gasps all around and he reached to strap his on but suddenly noticed that the two women he was with had not even reached for theirs. Jim hesitated and looked across the aisle. The mother and father across from him were helping get the mask on their son, a slightly overweight boy of about 16 who looked absolutely panicked. But once they had his on they made no attempt at all to strap on theirs. Jim wondered what the hell was going on. He watched as the parents rubbed the teen boy’s shoulders encouragingly and suddenly the fear, the panic, seemed to drain from the boys face, his expression going slack, his eyes losing their spark.

Then, as quickly as it began, the turbulence stopped and the flight attendants were up helping people. But what were they helping them do? They seemed to be rushing lots of white pads of some kind up to the front of the plane using the serving carts. Then they came on the PA and announced, "We have a station set up at the front of the plane, when they are ready please bring them up here for changing."

Jim wondered what they were talking about, changing what? That’s when he noticed that the people across the aisle were now in the process of taking off their son’s t-shirt, lifting his limp arms in the air and pulling it off while he continued breathing from the mask, a dreamy look on his face. Next they undid the boy’s belt and pulled his legs across their laps, allowing his head to rest on his mom’s shoulder. His eyes were still open, but nobody was home. His mom undid his shoe-laces and took off his sneakers and his socks and then slid off his shorts and finally, to Jim’s shock, they pealed off his boxers and lifted the now naked boy back into his seat. Craning his head and looking back, Jim could see people lifting limp arms and pulling off shirts and shoes throughout the plane.

Jim didn’t know what this could be about, but clearly this was something Sharon had been aware of. Jim figured only their seat change had saved him from being one of the poor people being stripped nude for some reason. It was then that he heard the strangest thing. It sounded like baby babble, but louder and he hadn’t seen any small children on the plane. Looking over Jim saw that the gas mask had been removed from the face of the boy across the aisle. He was absolutely beaming and had what appeared to be a very large bright pink teething ring jammed in his mouth. He was actually babbling like a little baby as he gnawed at the plastic toy. His parents were encouraging him, telling him what a good baby he was! What was wrong with these people?

Behind him, Jim heard an infantile screech. Undoing his belt he stood and looked over his seat back at the row behind him. A beautiful young blonde woman was rubbing the back of a twenty-something man who was sitting in his seat naked as the day he was born chewing on his knuckles, his eyes crossed in concentration. He had his feet raised in the air and Jim could see from the slobber covering his toes that they too had been in the infantized man’s mouth. Jim dropped back into his seat and redid his belt not sure what to do.

But what happened next was something he was totally unprepared for, even after all he had seen so far. Sharon was toddling down the aisle in the buff, her bare breasts bouncing as she took big uneven steps. She was holding the hand of a middle-aged woman and her hair was now done in pig-tails. She was completely oblivious to her embarrassing state of undress though. She had an innocent smile on her face as her pretty but unintelligent eyes gazed curiously about the cabin, her toes on her bare feet were turned inward and her free hand was stretched out in the air for balance.

Jim tried to talk to her as she passed. "Sharon, Sharon, look at me, what happened?"

But the beautiful girl just blew a raspberry at him, copious amounts of drool covering her chin and dripping onto her toes, no recognition in her eyes at all. She continued down the aisle screeching and blowing raspberries and spit bubbles as she went. Soon there were others joining her, naked people with vacant expressions and drool-covered digits toddling down the aisle led by their new caretakers, babbling and jabbering as they went. Jim realized that the station at the front was a diaper station and perhaps other baby clothes were there as well.

Jim turned to the two women in his row and exclaimed, "This is unbelievable, now what am I going to do, Sharon thinks she’s a baby."

"Oh, dear were you meant to sit in this seat, were you separated from your friend?" the woman asked.

"Yeah, she took my seat and I got put here, but that’s the least of our problems."

"She took your seat and now she’s a baby you say."

"Well, yeah."

Jim watched as the woman pushed a call button. "What’s that for?" he asked.

"Just need to get something straightened out." she responded.

A moment later a flight attendant came and leaned over Jim. "Can I help you?" she asked sweetly.

"Yes, this young man here had his seat switched apparently and he still needs to have his treatment."

Jim was very confused by this. What were they talking about?

"Oh I see, does he need the full treatment?" the attendant asked, ignoring Jim.

"Oh yes I think so," the woman replied.

With that the attendant reached up and turned a knob by Jim’s mask and then nodded to the woman. Without much warning she grabbed the gas mask and began to strap it on Jim’s head. Jim immediately realized what was going on, they were trying to turn his brain to mush too! He fought back trying to get the mask away and undo his belt, but it was too hard to do both. The flight attendant was fighting him too, holding him down. He held his breath and tried to break free, thoughts of panic racing through his mind. He didn’t want to lose his ability to think and reason.

Looking beyond the attendant he saw a college-age kid with a shaved head looking at him with wide eyes, devoid of any intellect or understanding, his face smeared with tomato sauce, sucking on his fingers of one hand and fondling his exposed wee-wee with the other. Jim did not want to end up like that! But despite his effort he couldn’t keep holding his breath. Finally Jim was forced to take a deep gasping breath inhaling the mind-altering gas. The drug entered his lungs crossed into the blood-stream and went to his brain where it immediately went to work altering the brain structure. Jim felt it right away, a deep wave of relaxation flowing though his body, his hands lost their strength and his struggle ebbed, a couple more good breaths and he stopped his fight altogether, he could feel his muscled losing their tone, relaxing as the gas worked on him. It smelled like peppermint, fresh minty scent filling his lungs and overpowering his mind.

The woman to his left smiled at him and rubbed his back reassuringly, "Yes that’s a good boy, take deep breaths, nice deep breaths for me, let all your cares float away." she directed. Jim did as he was told, his memories were already cloudy, he couldn’t recall why he hadn’t wanted the nice minty gas, it was very nice. He took big deep breaths of it, one after another and he felt so very nice. It didn’t hurt his head at all, no it actually was quite pleasurable. He just seemed to drift in the pleasure as he breathed. He felt hands, warm comforting hand remove his clothes, piece by piece and it felt great. He felt so free without the clothes on, so nice and free, like a bird, like a pretty butterfly. Jim’s mind began to wander from thought to thought. It became impossible to concentrate on anything for more than a moment.

Jim felt his ability to think leaving him and he didn’t miss it one bit. No as the mask was finally removed Jim just felt like the happiest little baby around. There were lots of pretty things to look at, things he didn’t remember ever seeing before. It was all new to him. The pretty lady give him a bright rattly thing and he put it in mouth and chew, it feels good to put stuff in his mouth. Jim feels warm, wet stuff getting all over his face, he blows raspberries because he likes the noise and the wet stuff down his tummy too. The pretty lady say things he don’t know and then she make him stand. The floor is warm on his feet and she hold his hand so he don’t fall, he feel all wobbly now, he bounce up and down cause he likes to look at his wee-wee bouncing. Other big people smile at him, he smile too, he make happy noises at them and blow big bubble cause he like the pop.

The flight attendant was glad to see the final transformee was finally ready for a diapering. "So this one almost slipped past us, huh? Thanks for the heads up on that."

"No problem, it all worked out in the end."

"Yeah, any problems with the gas, did he take to it?"

"No problems at all, he was gurgling and chewing on the rattle in no time at all, I doubt he has a coherent thought left in his head."

Jim smiled from ear to ear as the women discussed him, his whole front- side wet with spittle, his tongue sticking out of his open mouth while he played with his fingers curiously. It was clear to the attendant that the young man’s mind had been effectively erased. She loaded him onto the changing table and lifted his legs up to diaper him and she noticed that he had a slightly bemused expression. As Jim lay on his back on the table he was suddenly fully aware that he was lying on a diaper pad naked and he knew this was wrong. He was supposed to be a grown-up not a baby, wasn’t he? But then Jim felt a tickle on the soles of his feet, that felt quite nice and Jim looked at his toes, he liked how they wiggled. Jim forgot all about being big and focused on his pretty wiggling toes, sticking them in his mouth. He liked how they felt there, it was better than his thumb, Jim giggled in his pleasure. The flight attendant was glad to see that the little spark in his eyes has disappeared when she distracted him and now he was happily sucking his own toes, a clear sign that his mind was gone. She finished diapering him and watched him waddle back to his seat with his new mommy. Now it was time to land.