Vacation

Alexa frowned. She didn’t want to say why she was here. Not when all of these people were staring at her, seeing her in her most humiliating moment of her life. “My name is... Alexa Johnson,” Alexa cried.

“I said full name,” Carol said as she placed a finger on Alexa’s urethra opening and began to push.

Alexa squirmed as she said. “My name is Alexa Eve Johnson.”

“How old are you?” Carol asked as she continued to push more and more. “And why are you here?”

“I... I’m 22,” Alexa whimpered. “I...I’m h-here f-for... v-vacation.”

“You’re 22? Do you go to college? Where do you live?” Carol asked as she continued to push.

Alexa felt her bladder about to give way as she laid wide open, Carol pushing more and more on her pee hole. She held on for dead life not wanting to wet herself while so exposed like she was. “Y-yes. I go to college. I live in... New York! Long Island, New York. Q-Queens county.”

“What college do you attend?” Carol asked as she gave one final push.

Alexa whimpered as she struggled to hang on as she felt pee trickling down. “Queens College.”

Finally Carol removed her finger and smiled. Alexa desperately clung on, desperately trying not to wet herself again especially with herself so exposed, but Carol kept her lips spread wide.

Carol suddenly pushed Alexa’s urethra opening once more, hard and quickly before removing it again. Alexa was taken off guard and she was unable to hold back any longer as her bladder gave way, as she wet herself in front of all the cameras, wide open for all to see. Alexa whimpered. The dirty diaper at least absorbing her puddle underneath her.

“Oh that’s too bad,” Carol said. “But don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

Carol threw the dirty diaper away, replacing it with the new one and powdered Alexa’s crotch and bottom and then pulled the front of the diaper over her crotch and secured the tapes. Carol pulled Alexa’s shirt off. “H-hey!” Alexa yelled.

“You don’t need this or this,” Carol said as she unstrapped Alexa’s bra as well and put those into her bag.

She took Alexa’s hand and pulled her off the table, and folded the changing table back up. She gave her the bags she was in charge of carrying and then pulled her out of the bathroom. Alexa sulked as she saw so many people looking at her, cameras pointed right at her. She was **** to follow Carol as she pulled her along and out of the airport, all the way to her car, parked all the way at the end of the airport parking lot. Carol pulled her into the back seat and buckled her seat belt. She then closed the door, but not before turning on the child lock. Alexa was stuck at the mercy of this woman so far away from home.