Eventually, she gets up, with Carol noticing

The turbulence had only gotten worse, and even the quiet conversation with Carol didn't distract from Alexa's impending meeting with wetting her diaper. Eventually, she felt herself starting to give.

"Yeah, I graduated from..." Alexa choked on the words, and felt a bit of pee trickle out of her bladder. Within a few seconds, her struggle was done. Urine flowed into the diaper, as the somewhat tipsy Alexa unable to do anything but bite her lip in embarrassment. "Yeah, I graduated with a Software Development Degree."

Carol nodded, observing the clearly embarrassed girl. Her hand was holding the water bottle tightly, her teeth were biting her lip, and her entire face was redder than a tomato. On top of that, Carol heard the telltale sign of something leaking out. She was a mother of three, and could tell an accident from anywhere. Surprised the girls pants weren't wet at all, she tried to veer the conversation elsewhere.

"Mhm, that computer stuff goes over my head. Do you feel alright? You're redder than a tomato." Carol said, as Alexa gave her a weak 'yes'. Flagging down the flight attendant, she got the girl a brown bag, and some things to deal with stomach aches. Alexa took both of them, thanking the woman profusely. Swallowing the pills, she tried to play it off like it was just airplane sickness. Carol, from Alexa's point of view, bought the story.

Alexa squirmed in the warm diaper. She never got used to the feeling, even after all these years. Surrounding her waist was pure wetness, paired with a heat that did not feel great on the already stuffy plane. She adjusted her pants, making sure they didn't fall at all. It was unnecessary, seeing as she was seated, but it helped to take her mind off the fact that she was surrounded by unknowing strangers in a very wet diaper.

"This is your captain speaking. The seatbelt light is off. Feel free to move around the cabin." Alexa sighed in relief, and stood up.

"Saved by the bell, right? I've had a few close calls too." Carol said, pulling her feet back for the short girl. Alexa shuffled by, nodding at whatever she said. Grabbing a backpack off the carry-on area, she headed directly to the bathroom.

Carol watched the girl shuffle along with interest. A slight waddle was evident with the girl, and when the pants shifted just right, she could see the outline of what she thought was more than a diaper.

Alexa, meanwhile, made it to the bathroom. Once it was locked, Alexa let the diaper down gently, and let out the tiny dribble of pee into the toilet.