Helping hand with a diaper

Alexa pulled out another diaper, knowing she couldn't use the pull-ups or panties hidden in her bag; neither could withstand the onslaught of what a tipsy Alexa leaked. Carol watched on in silence, trying not to stare nor judge too hard. With the cramped space of the bathroom, Alexa struggled to get the diaper properly placed. After nearly 5 minutes of struggling, she felt confident enough, but a mistake on her end made the diaper slide out from right under her.

"Lexi, let me help you. This'll go much quicker sweetie." Carol said, her awkward silence broken. Alexa stuttered out a reply, but the quick movement of Carol and her pressing down of Alexa onto the diaper made her the noise into just babbling. Alexa found herself taped into the diaper in seconds, stood up by Carol, check for the tightness, and her pants pulled up.

"Haven't done that in awhile. Never done it thousands of feet in the air either." Carol said whimsically, with Alexa still not really knowing what to do or say. Carol messed with her hair, then slightly mussed Alexa's, which finally prompted her to speak up.

"Wh-what're you doin?" Alexa said, trying to stop the woman.

"Well, unless everyone here knows you're in a diaper, they probably think we were doing something else in the bathroom. It's just so no one thinks much of it." Carol said, shrugging. Alexa nodded, and Carol pushed her out of the bathroom with her bag. Sitting down at her seat robotically, she felt shame fill her face. Carol came back 5 minutes later, with a flight attendant greeting her before her seat.

"Miss, if I might, only one person is allowed in the stall at a time." An old crone of a flight assistant said to her, as Carol tightened up a bit.

"My daughter needed some feminine hygiene products. Is that alright?" Carol asked as if she already knew the answer, and the woman nodded.

"My apologies Miss. I did not realize." The woman said, her harsh voice replaced with strong tones of embarrassment. Carol nodded, and the woman let her go on her way.

Carol felt rather good herself, the **** mixing with a motherly sensation she had not felt in years. Taking her seat back next to the clearly horrified girl, she buckled back in, and turned to continue conversing with her.