California

They began to descend into the San Francisco Airport. Alexa squirmed as she could do nothing to hide her little secret. As the plane hit the ground Alexa felt her bladder give way from the apple juice and her diaper became wet again. Not wet enough to be noticeable, but wet enough. Alexa desperately hoped that she could hold it long enough to make it to the bathroom.

Once the plane stopped moving and the fasten seatbelt sign turned off, Carol got out of her seat and grabbed her bag and Alexa’s backpack. Carol reached for the overhead compartment and pulled down Alexa’s suitcase. “Take this, sweetie,” Carol said handing Alexa her suitcase and unbuckling her seatbelt.

Alexa grabbed it with one hand just as Carol grabbed her other hand and dragged her out of her seat. Alexa struggled to keep up as Carol dragged her down the aisle of the airplane. Alexa squeezed her legs desperately as she felt her bladder ignoring her prayers. She felt her diaper warming and starting to sag as Carol kept pulling her off the airplane and into the airport. Alexa waddled as she followed, Carol didn’t let go of her hand, though as they approached baggage claim. “What does your bag look like, sweetie?” Carol asked.

“It...it’s black with a pink label,” Alexa answered.

Alexa stood there waiting when she felt her stomach gurgling. She tried to pull herself towards the bathroom, but Carol gripped her hand tightly. “Stay here, sweetie. We need to get your suitcase,” Carol said.

“P-please,” Alexa whimpered. “I need to go... potty.”

“You already went in your diapers, sweetie,” Carol said. “We have to wait for your suitcase anyways. And then we can get you changed.”

“B-but,” Alexa said, her lip quivering. “P-please.”

“Sweetie, no. Now stay still. Don’t move,” Carol said.

Alexa squirmed as she felt her stomach continuing to gurgle.