Diapered in Public

Alexa trembled, her hand reaching down to cup her crotch while she pressed her arm across her chest.

"Alexa!" Her mother called out. Her voice was so loud it carried across the store, shoppers two isles away turning their heads. "Take your hands away now. Lie on your back, legs open."

Alexa whined. She blinked, her eyes pricking with tears. She squeezed her legs together as she tried to hide. Her mother misunderstood.

"Do you need to tinkle again?" Helen rolled her eyes. She stormed over to Alexa and grabbed her by her wrist, yanking her hand away. A crowd of college students snorted, whispering to each other as they pointed at Alexa's tiny breasts.

Helen dragged Alexa out of the changing room completely, keeping her daughter in a firm grip as she stood naked right out in the open. Alexa's cheeks paled as she turned her head, taking in the eyes that surrounded her.

"Mom..."

Helen raised her palm and slapped Alexa's red bottom. Her daughter yelped, her hand falling away from her crotch for a second. Charlie sniggered, zooming her camera in.

"Mom, can we please go home?" Alexa hissed.

Helen ignored her completely. She opened up a cleaning cupboard, making a small noise of surprise. She kicked a small, plastic childs potty out of the cupboard. She grabbed Alexa by her shoulders and shoved her down on the potty.

"Sit there quietly until I get you," Helen ordered, "hands by your side!"

Alexa's hot bottom trembled on the seat. She sobbed as her hands fell.

The potty seat **** her legs apart, exposing her bare crotch to the crowd. They could see everything. Her hard nipples, her round clit and her tiny, neat, bald pussy. Charlie's eyes sparkled like it was her birthday, her camera glued to Alexa. The college students joined her, surrounding the young woman on the potty with their own phones out. It seemed the entire store had gathered to see the show.

"Here we are." Helen returned. Puffy diaper in one hand, wipes and powder in the other. "Now, on your back."

Alexa sniffed. Her body went limp on the seat. Helen just shook her head again, dragging her off the seat by her arm. Without a word she laid Alexa on her back, spreading her legs wide open. The crowd watched as Helen slipped the diaper underneath Alexa's bottom. Alexa could swear her mother was crinkling the sides of the diaper deliberately.

Helen powdered her daughter's crotch, humming to herself. Finally, she lifted up the front panel, covering Alexa's crotch and granting her daughter some form of modesty. Even if it was at a high cost!

"Now then," Helen lifted Alexa by her armpits to stand her up, "I think you've had enough excitement for one day." She grabbed the pile of clothes and dumped them into the cart. "Let's get you home."

"But Mom..." Alexa covered her chest again, her palm spread out pathetically on the front of her diaper. "C-Can I wear something more? Please?"

Helen raised her brow. "I was getting the impression you didn't want any of these clothes Alexa..."