Grocer

"Hi, I'm here from United Grocers. Delivery..." The attractive man at the door said to Margaret, taking in the sight of her. Margaret was too pained in the head and stomach to think much of his looks at her.

"Sure, bring the stuff in." Margaret turned around and shouted for her stepmother. "Someone from United Grocer's!"

"Coming, coming." Her stepmother said, turning the corner to obviously perturbed boy staring at Maggie's exposed diaper. She hid her amusement.

"Magster, why don't you help grab a few of the groceries." Her stepmother said, following the girl out of the house and into the small truck. The mittens made some bags a struggle.

Her arms were killing her by the end of it, and her desire for the bathroom was no better. When she put the last paper bag down, she sighed in relief, happy to be done with the laborious task. She almost spoke up, until her stepmother cut her off accidently.

"Young man, I think I have my money upstairs to tip. Could you come help me find it?" She said, just seductive enough to send him the message. He did not refuse following the woman up the stairs.

Margaret plopped herself back in front of the television, squeezing her legs tight as she watched flipped between cartoons and a game show. Laziness alone stopped her from getting up and using the potty. Eventually, being close to an accident overroad her laziness, and she stood up. Noticing the plastic potty her stepmother had left out, Margaret's hazy mind put two and two together, sitting down on the potty.

She turned her head back, still able to watch an episode of some gameshow from decades past. Truthfully, she felt the mess and wetness fill her diaper, but only looked up as she heard her stepmother and the boy come down the steps. His belt was undone, and his fly unzipped, along with her stepmother licking her lips. Margaret tried her best to preserve her dignity, but the man paid her no mine, merely going on his way.

"Sorry Maggie, he and I couldn't find my cash..." Her stepmother said sarcastically, noticing Margaret's current prediction. "You used your diaper and potty, good job!"

"Thanks. I feel a bit silly, honestly. I didn't want to get up and use the bathroom so I, erm, used the diaper." Margaret said, the warm lump in her pants feeling as hot as ever as her stepmother's eyes stared at it.

"Well, can't waste them I suppose. Here, let's get you all changed and ready to party!" Her stepmother said.