Purposeful Messing

"Alright, I, uhm, I'll just use my..." Alexa said, not finishing the sentence. Carol finished it for her.

"Use your diaper. It counts as using the toilet since you knew. Not that I'm keeping score." Carol said whimsically, causing laugh from even the ashamed Alexa.

Right. She could do it. Closing her eyes, she pushed on her bladder and bowels. Release. Both protested. They went into toilets, or accidently into diapers, not into diapers on purpose. Especially not standing up. Alexa tried her best, giving several unfeminine grunts, but she was unable to go.

Carol watched, fascinated by how adorable Alexa looked. Eyes scrunched, tongue out, mini squatting. One thing was obvious to anyone looking: she was trying to use her diapers. Trying, but failing.

"Lexi, just bend a bit more hun. Relax your back." Carol said, trying not to think how absurd it might sound to anyone that the person in front of her was 24. Being coached to use a diaper. And failing at following the coaching. After a few minutes of exasperated groans, Alexa opened her eyes.

"I can't. I can't do it." Alexa said.

"You can. Shut your eyes. Come with me." Carol said, turning on a dribble from the tap and pulling Alexa to in front of the sectioned off toilet. Squatting the girl down as much as possible, she got her right above the toilet bowl. "Stay still. You're on a potty. Go." Carol said, pushing lightly on Alexa's stomach.

Whatever magic Carol had worked made Alexa flood the diaper, as the backside sagged down. The booster pads sucked up the overflowing liquid. Alexa voided whatever was left in her stomach, and gave a satisfied groan once she was done.

"I'm....done." She said, still ashamed of purposely using her diapers.

"Good job. I'm proud of you for making the big girl decision and thinking ahead." Carol said, hugging the girl. As she was smooshing Alexa's face between her breasts, Carol pulled the dress up to examine the back of the diaper. Jesus. That girl had done some work on it, sagging like it was. Not at capacity, but definitely not designed for whatever Alexa was eating.

Changing Alexa was easy for the both of them. Carol went a bit more indepth then Alexa was used too, using the wipes to clean deeply into her vagina and butt crack, but she was using her phone. No protest arose from her as her crotch was covered in baby oil, anti-rash cream, and baby powder. Pulling up the diaper cover, Carol made sure everything was inline. Once she knew it was, she helped Alexa off the table and gave her the bags.

"You sit with our bags real quick. I have to use the restroom myself." Carol said, dashing to the Female Restrooms. Alexa felt just a bit patronized, realizing she probably could've gone to the bathrooms, but had willingly chose to use the diaper anyway. Whatever, it was best not to think negative.

Finding Carol's husband was easy enough, as he was driving what looked to be a very nice car. In a nice polo, khakis, and cool aviators, he pulled up to the girls on the sidewalk. Carol sat in the front, and Alexa in the back. The couple made up for their missing time with more then enough romantic kissing in the front, and Alexa felt like she wasn't even there on some level. Carol stopped as the man was grabbing her breast, pushing him back a bit.

"Alexa, this is Paul. Paul, this is Alexa. The Software Developer who's here on business." Carol said, as the man turned back to her. His handsomeness was breathtaking, with a chiseled jaw and perfectly shaped face. He greeted Alexa, putting out his hand. Alexa, not knowing what to do, put hers out, receiving a kiss on the hand.

"Ah, the girl who has taken care of my wife for the past two days! A full time job, if you don't mind me saying." He said, causing all three to laugh. If only Paul knew...thought both Carol and Alexa.

They got on the highway, and Alexa enjoyed the adult conversation she had with the couple. Even dressed as she was, she felt more like an adult then usual, as she discussed current events and the like. Flashing red lights came from behind the car after Paul floored it. Pulling off to the side, all the passengers mood changed to annoyance.