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"Could I use the bathroom first? I....Oh wow, Diana where in the world did you find this outfit?" Alexa asked, mouth agape at what she finally could view. It was a rich tapestry of pastel colors, each layer of the skirt varying between a either soft white, a serene blue, striking red, a bright orange or a subdued pink. A gigantic bow sat on the back of the dress, very evidently going to drag on the ground if not tightened. Long, fluffy white sleeves ran the length of the dress, with a frilled portion covering the bosom section. The sleeves had colored stitching, varying to match the different layers of the dress. A large bow sat on the front too, with a cute faux gemstone residing in the center. The petticoats which Diana was helping her get into matched the colors, as if preparing incase anyone saw up the skirt; the tights were bone white. Alexa couldn't help but feel like the dress was a sort of monstrosity mixed with a testament to design that horrified, captivated and intrigued her as its viewer and eventual wearer. "I bought this from a shop. They said it was a foreign import. I thought it was just too cute to pass-up!" Diana said, taking the dress from Alexa's hands, shaking it a bit as if to knock off some old cobwebs. Alexa was certain this was a cosplay from or of something, but she wasn't sure of what. Explaining cosplay to Diana would waste more time. She tabled that for now. "You really like your white tights, don't you?" Alexa asked, slipping into the whole ensemble tights and petticoats first. "Petticoats too. You have a type, hm~?" Both the petticoat and tights pressed down on her bladder in a way that didn't help her odds of making it to the bathroom. "Your big bows, too." Alexa said without much judgement as the dress was held up to her body, all the she wore being the tights, petticoat and hair-bow. It was Diana's turn to be embarrassed. "I admit, I like cute things, especially big bouncy bows, petticoats, and tights. Sue me." Alexa finished getting dressed. She spun around once for Diana. Then again. "The lawsuits been filed, you appear in court tomorrow." She said it with a light giggle. "Although, I will admit - I think you're starting to sway me to your side. It is quite cute." Alexa played with the edges of the dress, pulling it down. Alexa did a few cute poses from what shows she had seen, showing off the outfit for Diana as best she good. The petticoats weren't too absurd in the size department, giving her skirt some volume, but not much beyond that. It was adorably sweet looking, Alexa's somewhat sun-deprived skin helping the aesthetic. All she was missing was some shoes with a bow or two on them - which Diana did not, unfortunately, have. Diana was really quiet, outside primping Alexa and taking some photos of the girl. Then someone knocked on the door. "Mom? Joan and I wanna know when we're going to pack our things for softball this week." Diana looked panicked for a second, before calming. Her face told Alexa all she needed to know, and Diana mouthed a 'be right back' to Alexa, who went to take the dress off. "Not yet." Diana said, opening the door, allowing Jodie and Joan to see Alexa in all her pastel dress glory. What was a cute fashion show felt embarrassing, especially when Diana peeked her head back in. "Do not change!" Thankfully Joan and Jodie were yanked away from staring by Diana to pack up their gear. So Alexa was left alone in her not-a-nursery, shaking a bit by her need to use the bathroom, staring at her outfit. Pastel dress, petticoats, tights which itched, a dress which would gather stares by the whole world, bows which Diana had tied so lovingly - all of it was very adorable. That's how Alexa felt at the moment. Adorable. Infantile, maybe, but adorable, yes. After the stress of the day, it felt wonderful. She was enjoying the experience. Diana and Carol had thrown her into all sorts of outfits in the past, but this was something different, perhaps a bit involved as a process. She enjoyed more playing pretend in this outfit, enjoying the idea that she was so anime protagonist trying on a new outfit. Unconsciously, she had adopted a wider stance while staring at herself in the mirror. Already her stance had been wide, the diaper, itchy tights and petticoat not allowing her tights to come together. Her muscles had loosened and relaxed before her mind had a chance to realize their intention. It was only as her bladder was about half way empty that she realized her body had begun peeing itself, her legs spreading to allow an easy flow into her diaper. Alexa stared deeper in the mirror. The visual in front of her entered her brain. Staring deep into her own eyes, sucking her thumb, wetting the diaper which kept the floor beneath her safe. Diana stared too, secretly watching, having wanted to tell Alexa not to stance in such an un-lady-like pose before realizing it was her preparing to go to the bathroom. Instead, she opted to take a photo or two. Alexa kept her eyes locked on herself. Some part of her brain protested simply standing their and peeing herself. The rest didn't mind. What synapses she did have to not focus on that effort helped her squat down, letting her see if she'd be flashing her panties from that position. Well - petticoats to be specific. Like a greedy imp, her mouth sucked her thumb deeper. Her other hand held the bottom of her diaper, fingers toying with the leak guards beneath the petticoats. Those same synapses and pain receptors finally received a signal she hadn't been meaning to transmit. Or rather, they received a signal Alexa herself might not want to send, but her body was more than ready to let loose on. Biting down on her thumb, staring at herself, unable to see her diaper underneath the pastel petticoats, she felt a disgusting mess fill the empty cavity of her diaper, the warmth being the worst part. The empty cavity shoved against her body, making her feel every bit of the mess. Alexa was captivated by the sight in front of her, not sure what to think about it. Diana watched silently, taking her candid photos. She enjoyed seeing Alexa in such an adorable outfit, posing like she was having an accident. The smell told her it was an actual accident. Alexa didn't notice till she was shutting the door to slip in. "D-dont take photos of me having an accident! That's embarrassing!" Alexa whined. "The photo stays with me. Promise." Diana said. Dress up therapy time had to come to an end, unfortunately. Today had been a good start. Now to get Alexa to hang all her new dresses on the line outside so they could become a normal part of her wardrobe.... Diana wished they had more time. It was already late in the evening. Past Alexa's bedtime, even it wasn't some announced concept between the two of them. She wanted more time for everything. More time for dress up. More time with Alexa like this when she wasn't so bashful. More time where she wasn't dealing with two girls who would, if you ever hinted at something other than pants and a loose shirt as their outfit, threw a fit only their father could talk them out of. More time with a girl who dressed like a girl and liked to wear her Sunday best everyday of the week. Maybe that last one was cruel. Her daughters weren't girly girls. She couldn't force them into anything. Unconsciously, Diana finished that sentence with - She certainly could enable Alexa to be what they were not. Alexa yawned. She'd been ready for bed time quite a bit ago. Her mouth guard, popped out, slid back into place. "Yesh. Can...uhm..." Alexa blushed. "Buzz thime?" Diana wagged her finger. "You've been bad twice today. But...you won me back with dress up therapy.." Diana seemed conflicted. She looked at the door, somehow having cracked ajar. "Don't ask for that when your door is open!" Diana said it with a smile, making Alexa feel a bit more relieved. "Alexa, I had this idea. Can you hear me out?" Diana asked it softly, sounding more like Carol. Alexa nodded. "Why don't you change your diaper and get yourself ready for bed? I realize it's hypocritical of me to ask you to do adult things and not give you a chance to be an adult. Let me think on the...thing you just asked for." Diana said, pulling out the supplies for Alexa, and without skipping a beat, leaving Alexa to her own devices. She grabbed two of the baby bottles on the way out. It was a bit too late in the evening for buzz time, but she didn't need Alexa knowing that. Internally, a part of her groaned at having to deal with the prospect of changing herself. Then, just as she was in naked laying on the changing table and struggling with the diaper, and big text notification noise filled the room. Surprised, Alexa let out a squirt of pee. Dangit. It was Trisha. Asking a pertinent question. Devin, too. Why u leave me without a reply >:(? - Trisha What's up stranger lol - Devin Alexa scrolled up. Shoot. Right. She had never responded to Trishas messages, since she, well, couldn't see them! And Devin...well, she'd been bad at messaging him overall! Sorry...I have this stupid app on my phone that's messing with my texts. I couldn't see the pics -> to Trisha Dev!!! When will I see you next? -> to Devin Trisha sat on the other end of the line, laying in bed, enjoying that Alexa had responded so quick. Hmmm.....She quickly snapped a photo of herself dressed in her evening attire, face taking up most of the shot. Alexa responded with a pic that only showed her face as well, and the two girls texted back and forth, Alexa forgetting where she was at or what her task was. What are you wearing? - Trisha Changing right now - Alexa Your clothes, or your diaper? Alexa wanted to close her phone, her embarrassment was that bad. Technically both, she silently thought to herself. Her sleepiness helped dull the embarrassment. Both...? - Alexa responded. Diana did not enjoy, having given Alexa a full ten minutes, finding her diaper-less and on her phone. At first, she figured Alexa was up to something naughty, but after she saw the smile on the girl's face, she realized she just had gotten distracted. Oh, Alexa. "Maybe you're going to lose changing privileges." Diana winked as she opened the door. "Lift y-...." Alexa had already started the process of lifting her legs for Diana, the woman impressed that she barely had to ask for it this time. "You know, you could've just told me you didn't want to change your diaper yourself, Miss Alexa." Not receiving a response, Diana realized Alexa was shifting a little bit, as if settling in to fall asleep. Mumbled and jumbled nonsense came out. Diana made one more check of the diaper, and then patted it nicely. She shook Alexa to rouse her just enough to the land of the living, placing her on her lap. "Lex, we'll have to..." Diana wasn't sure why she was explaining anything to the passed out woman, instead just gradually working the warmed bottle into Alexa's mouth, bouncing her on her knee while doing so. Initially surprised, Alexa furrowed her brow, but gave way to suckle down on the supplement-infused breast milk. Two bottles worth. The girl drinking the bottles might barely remember the interaction the next day, but Diana realized something as she gave Alexa the bottles, and then got her ready for bed. Alexa had some level of an oral fixation, that Diana knew, but it was so evident that Diana almost felt bad that she didn't have her mouth guard in. Diana tested it. The second she even let her finger near Alexa's mouth, she latched onto the thing like it was her lifeline. She could feel Alexa's grinding teeth against her finger as well. More to think about. Fascinating. Maybe the mouthguard wasn't enough? Alexa slept like a baby. Diana got less sleep than her routine. Perusing the many lovely photos of Alexa filling her diaper in the pastel dress was worth that. James didn't seem to care too much, just happy his wife was having fun with her friend. *** "I don't believe we've met. You are...." Miss M shook Pearl's hand. For the old crone, waking up early to pickup Alexa was turning into one of life's pleasures. Especially since Alexa was dressed much, much more infantile than last week. A onesie covered in balloons, some thick opaque white tights, pajama pants (Alexa's sleepy body was not willing to go out in just the onesie) and of course, a very evident diaper bulge in the pajama bottoms. Her NBU backpack was the most mature part of the ensemble. Alexa was much more well behaved - or she was just sleepy, the jury was still out on that one. If she were awake, the onesie would've been a no-go in public. Internally, it was just sleepiness, Alexa having been woken up early in her sleep cycle by Pearl for a feeding, a bath, and to get dressed. Worst of all, Pearl made Alexa eat a big bowl of what felt like gruel in the morning, telling her she had to eat some breakfast. "Pearl. You are...." "Miria, the sole proprietor of Little Tykes Daycare. You are one of Evie's caretakers?" Alexa's backpack was already being put in the trunk. "A friend, but...uhm, yes, you might say so." The morning air was chilly, and Pearl wasn't necessarily eager to hang around once Alexa was in the car. "Alexa has two...uh..." This lady seemed a no nonsense older woman, so Pearl felt comfortable being blunt. She probably didn't need to know it was Pearl's breast milk though. "...supplement bottles on her backpack. It's a bit stuffed in there. Do you need anything else...?" "The offer is much appreciated, but I should be able to manage. Here Alexa, let's get up into our secure seat...." Pearl watched Alexa, tuckered out, pass out into the car seat. Once the vans door slid shut, she gave the daycare owner her contact information, and then they were off. Some part of Pearl longed for Alexa's warm flesh against hers. It didn't come all at once, but as she worked to fix some clothes, it was like she'd forgotten a blanket, or to turn the fan on, this continuous feeling of missing something. Or rather, someone. *** "Evie, sorry dear, but the legal department..." A quick Internet search was a legal department, wasn't it? "...told me that you wearing your own headphones was a risk too far for us to accept." It was at the next pick-up, Miss M having been ahead schedule wise. Alexa's compliance was appreciated. Alexa was more awake now. Sitting in the confined car seat, tied up as she was, hurt a bit on her back. Even with the brace. So hearing the woman talk to her was a relief. Maybe she could ask for a pillow or the like for her back. Alexa kept thinking about how she had to be good so she didn't have to deal with some daycare worker. "Mphmm?" Alexa said, one of the other children getting in the van while the woman pulled off her headphones, put on another pair which were nowhere near as cute, and synced them with the mini-tablet in front of her. Before, other noises from the van might seep through the headphones, but with these, Alexa felt almost deaf. "You're gonna be good, right Evie?" Her tormentor asked, checking the buckles on the car seat. "That includes keeping your pacifier in your mouth." Alexa made a noise that you could imagine was barely a response, instead zoning out to stare at her cartoons. She loved the show that she'd started watching with Joan and Jodie, suckling her pacifier, and trying not to think about the pain in her lower back too much. The cartoons weren't as good as the game she was playing yesterday, that was a heck of a lot of fun. Maybe if she was good she could play games instead of watching cartoons on her ride into work. She had to ask Miss M about that next time. Thankfully disassociating worked. She also tried not to think about how much she hated Miss M. God, the second she got her license, then a car.... And once she talked to Pearl tonight. Why the heck had she dressed her in this onesie? It was positively infantile. Thank whatever deity of modesty had intervened to keep her diaper from being too explicitly shown. Sitting in her car seat, she silently stared at either the TV or around the van. As they drove, her stomach rumbled. They picked maybe the twelfth kid up. Alexa felt her bladder shout out, and then a wetness filled her diaper. Her tummy felt distended. As they stopped at one of the last children's homes, Alexa got Miss M's attention, who actually removed the pacifier from Alexa's mouth. She looked at Alexa as if to say 'you may speak'. "I need da bathroom." Alexas jaw was a bit sore from sucking on the pacifier for....... she wasn't sure for how long. How long was she riding in the car? The pacifier went back into her mouth. "Well then use your bathroom sweetie - it's what their there for. I certainly can't pull over and stop for you pottypants, we have a schedule to keep. Besides, it's already on you, waste not, want not." Alexa was unable to effectively respond even in her head. She supposed that wasn't wrong, but... When they arrived to the daycare, Alexa had wet her diaper to the point where she was thankful she had on tights, onesie, and pajama hiding the bright yellow diaper beneath three layers. Miss M made sure she was the last little tyke to make their way out of the van. As she exited, Miss M gave her a finger wag. "Always make sure to say thank you when someone helps you " Miss M gestured, showing she had opened the door for Alexa. Alexa reached for the pacifier, but instead had her hand lightly smacked. "Fank you!" Heh, Alexa giggled. Sounded a bit like fuck you. She held the door for Miss M, who seemed pleasantly surprised. "Thank you kindly, Evie." Perhaps the little thing did have manners. Hmphm, Evie was much more properly behaved when properly dressed, Miss M thought. The apparel oft proclaims the girl, Miss M thought about saying it outloud, but she figured the quote would go over Evie's head. Alexa tried not to think at all as she had to waddle in this horrid little piece. Graciously, Alexa was allowed to hide in the front office of the daycare with Miss M. The woman wasn't a walking caricature, she truly did understand how Alex might've been feeling dressed as she was. Besides, she has a complaint from a parent about Alexa being in the wrong grade group. Apparently one of the kids and blamed his own pants wetting on being around Alexa and her baby powder smell. Absurd, but what more could you expect from today's parents? No discipline, the whole lot. Miss M allowed Alexa her little corner of adulthood in the office, granting her an uncomfortable wooden chair as she balanced her laptop to start the weeks work. The pacifier had not left her mouth at all. Once Alexa was ready to change into her adult clothes, she had a speech prepped. "Today, I was very gracious with having you stay with me. Last week you saw the opposite end. Act the age you want to be treated. The path is yours to traverse. Am I understood?" Miss M asked, Alexa so focused on work and getting dressed all she did was nod. "Would you like a walk over to work, sweetie?" Miss M asked, the nicest thing Alexa had ever heard the woman say to her. "N-no, all good. Thank you though!" Alexa said it with a smile. She felt awake and alert. "Now, when we had our change earlier, I noticed your backpack was stuffed to the gills!" The woman said it so nicely, a rarity for her to be sure. Her honey would not come without its own vinegar however, as she slid Alexa a satchel with daycare branding on it; "Little Tykes <3" occupied a tiny bit of the blush pink bags surface, but it was noticeable. Alexa opened it, seeing her infantile clothes neatly folded, along with some unused diapers, and more. The woman probably played Tetris very well, Alexa thought. "Now going forward you'll put adult clothes in this bag..." She ordered Evie around without a second thought. "And we'll put our changing supplies in this diaper satchel, am I understood Evie? Everyday, let's make sure to use these two bags so we know where everything is at." Alexa, over the situation entirely, nodded and made moves to take off. "When we are asked something, we respond with a yes or no Evie." Miss M said. "Yes, Miss M." Alexa said a bit too wryly for Miss M's taste. However, the older woman made no mention of her annoyance at Alexa's tone, allowing her to pass by. **** Pearl knowing where Alexa worked was a big, fat veiny mistake. Alexa didn't realize it until she had drained one gigantic boob empty as her "lunch". Perhaps the only bright point was that Pearl had brought Alexa a sweet, sweet coffee to suck down after her tummy wasn't so full. For some reason, the feeding, as private as it was, did not feel as intimate as others. Neither she nor Pearl knew why. Pearl, however, looked a bit....out of sorts, all things considered, as if she had been up to something naug-..... Alexa shook her head from those perverted thoughts. Alexa, sipping on her coffee, bouncing on the yoga ball, and rubbing her back, got briefly scared when an unknown woman knocked on her office door. "Alexandra Eve Johnson?" The woman asked softly. How formal. "Yes.....? Most people call me Alexa...." Alexa said drily. "Aha! We have matching initials. Alexandra Ermine Joneson. I just saw a sister in arms with Alexandra and figured I'd say hello." She said it so casually, as Alexa nodded, smiling. "Well, one of us will have to change names I guess. I'll fight you for it Alexa." Both of them laughed a bit and then said their goodbyes. **** "Alright Miss Johnson, I'll have you read over the number we're putting into Miss Sauers account under your name." The finance worker at the smaller, more boutique firm they went to was much nicer than at the bank, all things considered. The office was in one of those stone buildings which certainly had been built hundreds of years previous and would exist hundreds of years into the future. Alexa just enjoyed the mints they left out for free. "That's correct!" Alexa was making her best attempt at not being bored as she looked at the five digit number. Work was fine. Diana had picked her up and they had a hour drive to Diana's financial advisors office. "Now, how would you like this dispersed investment wise? You can always change your portfolio, and we'd be more than happy to advise you on..." Alexa's eyes glazed over. Her mind was tired after a day of work. She stuffed a few mints in her pocket. "Diana, what do you think? I always just kept it all in savings." Diana smiled. The worker tried her best to not look like she was judging. "Let's get back to you on that question. For now, let's put Lex on a similar mix to me until I say so. How's that?" "Perfectly acceptable." She clicked a few more keys. Her heels clicked out of the room. Her heels returned just as sharply. A thin envelope left her hands and entered Alexa's. "Your new debit card, Miss Johnson. I presume this is not your first.....?" She questioned. Alexa beamed, not really considering that the question might, in some aspect, be a bit insulting. "Nope!" "Wonderful. Your envelope will include the directions to setup the mobile app, so I recommend you not throw it away...." The woman said as Alexa discreetly stopped herself from throwing the remainder of the envelope in the nearby trash can. Her very own debit card! Well, actually, she was, as she learned setting up the app, an Authorized User for Alexa Johnson's sub-account under Diana Sauers, but that was splitting hairs. Her name was on the card, and it was her money! She updated everything in her two new consoles, excited to download a few new games. Four months worth of build-up for gaming came out to half a weeks pay check spent on the newest additions, alongside the absurdly priced expansion packs for the game. **** There was no other way to put it. Alexa was crushing her college classes, and failing her elementary school remedial schooling. Today, her NBU evening classes had actually been incredibly enjoyable, especially as she started to get more comfortable with the night classes participants. It was folks from all over the local area, younger, older, all of them seemingly friendly but just as shy as Alexa. Best of all, there was a gaggle of people who were exactly Alexa's age, with eerily similar situations - working, wanting to expand their opportunities; that, or they were using this class for their undergraduate. She took down their numbers. More girlfriends to hang out with. They are seemed excited to go out for the weekend. Hardly had she finished the class before someone had beckoned her over, it being one of the researchers. "Miss Johnson, might you review some of the post-class learning material to attempt to understand the brain development of a young adolescent." Alexa nodded as he over-explained everything. "Please attempt your best to fulfill the learning requirements while demonstrating an understanding of only 20-30% of the material." Alexa gave a mirthful look. "Are you telling me to act dumb?" The researcher let his guard down. "In simpler terms, I'm telling you to turn your brain off, or at the very least, lessen your cognitive workload while doing the homework, yes." Homework. Honest to god homework. She laughed about it with Diana in her room, who gave her a smirk. "Why don't you finish your multiplication tables, do your chores, and just maybe you'll get a bit of time for games, sweetie." Diana's jokingly condescending voice told Alexa not to take it serious. Diana and the rest of the family were going to the hospital. Alexa had actual work to do and then had to hang some clothes on the line outside. All the new outfits she's been trying on. One of her diaper covers, actually. Then another one. Then.... Alexa zoned out. All of the clothesline were full. Sagging, actually. She was in the living room. Finally, some time to herself. A knock came at the door. It was Emmie. With Timmy. Her hand was around his shoulder, as if stopping the squirming kid from bolting. "Oh Alexis, perfect! I have to run to a Girl Scout's meeting. Might you watch Timmy? His three backup babysitters all fell through." Alexa was a tutor, not a babysitter. Emmie was a beautiful woman. Alexa became a babysitter when a beautiful woman worked her wiles on her. Giving Alexa a tight squeeze and a hug, she sold the girl on it. Especially once she gave her the number for how much she'd pay Alexa. "Oh, I think you have a package dear!" Emmie said, once Timmy had been placated by some TV; Alexa had walked Emmie to the door. Alexa's eyes went wide. It was the damn diaper delivery company, Paddington Logistics as the poorly printed note on stop said. Two weeks worth of deliveries had arrived in one evening, meaning Alexa had two jumbo packs of diapers, which were covered in only a bit of plastic wrapping, sitting next to the door. While Emmie was staring at them. Holding the note actually. "Addressed to...Miss Alexi-...." Alexa snatched the note from her hand. "For Diana's children. U-uhm, I'll just take these inside!" Alexa said, not eager to have another person know about anything associated with her diapers. She dragged the diaper packs inside and bid adieu to Emmie before a comment could be made. So Alexa did her homework with Timmy on the floor next to her, helping him when he had issues. Funnily enough, she was giving him all the right answers, while trying her best to brain dump math. It was sort of fun. Before she knew it, two hours had past, and Emmie's husband was knocking on the door. Not recognizing the strange man at first, Alexa realized who he was after noticing his tattoo of Emmie's name right near his abs, his shirt letting her peak through at his toned body-... "For Timmie?" She asked, the man nodding before walking across the street with his boy, thanking Alexa for her services. "You are a godsend, Alexis!" Emmie said, emerging as they arrived with her son. They let Timmy go inside, while the two women talked on the stoop. "Have you considered Girl Scouts?" Emmie left the question vague. Alexa took the bait and went blood red. "T-thats a bit...I'm too old for that now, unfortunately. Maybe I would've liked it as a kid." Alexa recalled Diana's old girl scout uniform. "I think Joan and Jodie did it." "I meant as one of the adults helping lead it, sweetie." Emmie's youthful laugh helped Alexa ease up. Also, her curvy body moved I all the right places when she laughed. "But, if you wanted to be a Daisy, I'm not one to protest." "Daisy?" Alexa asked. The hole was growing deeper. Emmie enjoyed watching her squirm at the realization of a Daisy being a Girl Scout. "Anyway. I think I'm hobbied out currently. I'm taking night classes." Emmie enjoyed the cool night air, and how Alexa spoke when she was comfortable. "On what?" "Optimizing management strategies. My Master's, basically." Alexa said. Also, I'm doing my multiplication tables in another class. Guess which one I'm doing worse on. Alexa kept those thoughts to herself. "Wonderful! You're setting yourself up for success there. Young successful girls like yourself are exactly the role models we need amongst the scouts." Emmie persisted. "Well, perchance when I'm much less busy." Alexa kicked that can of worms down the road, and hopefully into a deep cavern where it would never return. Alexa could only imagine her luck if she tried running a Girl Scout group. How long till ended up dressed like the youngest one, in diapers, and camping in some terrible spot with no internet, too many bugs, and a total lack of AC. A shiver ran through her spine. "Think on it. Might you like to come inside? I made some brioche this morning." "N-no, I think I'll be alright." Alexa felt her warm diaper surrendering to the cold. When had she gone to the bathroom? The smell of urine was distinct and prominent. At least in Alexa's head. "Hmphm~. Suit yourself. Could you help me with watching Timmy once again when needed? I need to test babysitters better, it seems. Might you know any who aren't going to turn down a last minute job? Besides yourself, obviously." "Unfortunately not. Well actually - I just met some younger students at the college I go to, maybe they could be a good lead for you?" "Do send those names. One minute, I'll go inside to write you a check." Emmie emerged a few minutes later with a signed check and a some of the brioche. "Goodness, it smells a bit like ammonia and baby powder, doesn't it? Must be from your delivery earlier. Try this Alexa, it's delicious." Emmie enjoyed watching Alexa squirm, swallowing a nibble of the brioche while waddling back with her check. She was just soooooo fun to tease! **** "Pixie. We have to talk." Alexa looked up, Trisha slipped through the door of the woman's office. Alexa cocked her head to one side. What now? Alexa slipped her mouth guard out. "I need your assistance with something...unorthodox. Suppose our company had a creche for traveling executives to leave their children in, or for visitors to let their children be supervised. Suppose too that this creche was not widely utilized as a benefit. Suppose further..." Trisha was on a roll. "...a new facility maintenance worker, an intern really, was auditing usage reports for this benefit." "What's a creche?" Alexa pondered. "A daycare." Trisha responded quickly and bluntly. Alexa nodded. "Understood. I follow so far." "Good. Suppose the usage reports stated the same number of supplies were utilized every quarter, on the door. Suppose even more than this, when the intern audited the physical inventory, sup-..." "You're saying someone's committing fraud using the company daycare." Alexa said, taking hold of the Manila folder Trisha had in hand. "Company creche. Fancier, you know." Trisha said with a wink. "But yes, on the money! How did you know?" Trisha asked. "It's smart. Very few people would end of auditing the number of diapers used, how many children went in the daycare on the day by day, etc. It's boring enough to allow someone to skim off the top. It's worth looking into." Alexa read over Trisha's initial report. "People do it in software all the time. No one looks at the incidental costs. A few cents here, a few cents there, that sort of thing." Fascinating stuff. Alexa honestly hasn't even considered the company daycare. She'd walked by it a few times without much fanfare. Had the damn thing even been used? Lunch called for Alexa. Her tummy grumbled. Trisha looked to make sure Alexa's door was firmly shut. "On an unrelated, but important note, do you need a change? I decided that it's my obligation as facility maintenance to take care of such matters....personally." Trisha said, pulling out blue nitrile gloves. "Uhm. Well, I think I'm okay on that!" Alexa stood up. Her skirt went the opposite direction, as did her pantyhose, falling down as Trisha stripped Alexa just enough to expose her soaking wet diaper. A prominent three was on it in sharpie. "Clearly not, Miss Johnson. Please, let's rectify this so your productivity is not further impacted." Trisha's faux professional voice as Alexa shuffled her way over to the changing mat made things worse. She covered her eyes and whole face, embarrassed at the whole situation. She reached over for Alexa's backpack. "All empty. Shall I procure some more for you, Miss Johnson?" Alexa pointed at her diaper satchel. The thing was convenient, Alexa had to give it to that old crone. "Ah, I see. Little Tykes daycare! Wonderful." Trisha said with a big smile as she pulled a diaper out of there. "Just across the street too." "Y-y-you can't change me again. This is horrifying. I..." Alexa moaned in dramatic anguish. Trisha was a lover, not one of her....she presumes you could call Diana a friend and caregiver. She didn't get up. Trisha said nothing. Alexa could not see the subtle smirk on her face as she lightly teased the girls clit for a fraction of a second. As was the fact that Pearl called during the change. The change was mostly Trisha figuring out how diaper changes worked....sort of. She must've babysat a long time ago. She kept making Alexa shift her butt, then blamed Alexa for shifting too much, then she moved Alexa's hips for a second. Pearl called with the regularity of someone scheduling an appointment. "Alexa, are you planning on coming down? I'll be there in five." Trisha answered in her annoying faux professional voice. "Miss Johnson is currently indisposed. We'll see if we can pencil you in. Facility maintenance is assisting her in changing one of our assets currently being utilized by her." Pearl laughed tightly. "Very funny, Trisha. Where is Alexa?" Alexa squeaked up. "I'm here. Just uhm...getting a change. By Trisha." Pearl was quiet. "I see. That is very ideal, as I feel today's lunch will definitely be a bit longer. Let's just say it like that." The phone clicked. Trisha's question were unrelenting. Thankfully, Alexa was comfortable enough explaining Pearl's medical condition to the woman. "So she is producing like a cow, and you're sucking it down like a baby?" Trisha said, not realizing how cruel that sounded till the words hit Alexa's ears. "Well, it's not like that..." As Alexa felt her eyes watering up. This was starting to feel like primary school, where one of her friends had found out she wore diapers and then told everyone. The nicknames were imaginative and the namecalling relentless. Trisha pat Alexa's thigh. In an intimate way to grab her attention. "Hey, Pixie?" Alexa left her thoughts for a second. "Sorry. You looked like you were thinking of something sad. I was just teasing. You know that right?" Trisha's hand gently teased the front of Alexa's diaper. The crinkle made Alexa a bit sadder. "I won't make those jokes anymore." "N-no, it's fine. People have definitely used my wearing of diapers against me. I just..." Alexa tried not to be confrontational. Maybe he situation demanded it. "...don't want this to be that. Being a teenager was hard." Trisha nodded. She wasn't sure what to make of this situation. In a vacuum, she pulled up Alexa from the floor, fixed her outfit, and squeezed her tight with a hug. "I'll tease you, but I won't do that." Alexa replied with nothing. Alexa found herself in the car with Pearl, Trisha morbidly curious enough to stick around and watch. This time, they hid in the backseat, allowing Pearl a chance to take more of the her clothing off, and Alexa a chance to snuggle tighter to the woman. "Must you stay and watch?" Pearl said with a hint of dagger eyes towards Trisha. "Act like I'm not even here." Trisha said with a meekness Alexa wasn't used to. It did take a longer time. It took basically Alexa's entire lunch break. But the silent, warm glow was so satisfying for Pearl that it was worth it. For Alexa, the purely liquid lunch was its own reward as well. Then a call came in from Diana which ruined the whole afternoon. **** Medical necessity. That was the call that Diana had received from Alexa's Doctor. Rushing to Alexa's work to pick her up, Diana was just as unsure what this was going to be about as the girl who had the appointment. Blood work. That's what she had heard. "Miss Johnson. Humor my love of graphs for one minute." The Doctors office stools were hell on Alexa's back. Even with the brace. Three graphs appeared on the TV screen in the Doctors office. Alexa adjusted her thick glasses a bit to read them. "Left, middle, center, hormones that are extremely important for adult development: LH/FSH, Estrogen & Progesterone. The first really leads to the other two. This is a graph for normal production of these chemicals from age 10 to 30, sorted by year and averages." The graphs were replaced by one who's increments on the y axis were much shorter. "These are your productions." Another click. "These are the two graphs overlayed on each other." A gigantic chasm between Alexa's, and the norm. Massive. Her part of the graph was almost negative. "This means...?" Alexa questioned. "We extrapolated back your production of the chemicals. In short, during puberty, you likely didn't organically create enough of these chemicals for yourself. That led to issues such as also not having enough hormones for growth. We could potentially fix that issue before your plates 'fuse' and your height is set. Since you are not yet at an advanced age where things 'fuse into place', so to speak, you have a real chance here to remediate this abnormal hormone condition with daily injections. It's above 0 percent, but obviously not 100 percent. You'd start seeing results in 2-3 weeks, and then lasting effects in...." Diana made a move to speak. Alexa sat there, seeing the vast expanse of her life opening up in front of her, and proceeded to cut her off. She took this entire discussion to mean one thing - she had an escape from forever being the girl who was mistaken as a child. Imagine that. A normal life. "I'll do it. Give me the first shot today." The Doctor was shocked. "W-well, if you want some time to think on it, 24 hours would be a healthy amount of time to-...." "No, I just thought on it." Alexa was imagining a life where she was even in the five foot category, she had a more developed body. All of it. That sounded wonderful! "Let's do the first injection today." Diana kept her mouth shut. Alexa was an adult. She had to treat her like one. Even if this seemed foolhardy to charge right into. She bit her tongue so hard she could bleed. "Th-there could be some side effects. Typical effects you might see in or during bodily development: body hair growth, mood swings, weight changes, etc. You understand that, correct?" The Doctor seemed a bit off out by the tiny woman's intense conviction. "I understand and accept it." Alexa laughed internally. A little bit of mood swings and weight loss were worth even the chance of change. Real change. Alexa signed the stacks of paperwork, worked with her companies insurance (zero expense for her), and found herself oddly at peace as she received two injections into her thighs. They waited around 15 minutes to check Alexa's reaction, and then released her. Diana had many thoughts, but kept them to herself. *** Family dinner was a sacred time for everyone. Not because it was some solemn ritual, but due to it being a gathering spot for the entire Sauer family to come together and enjoy good food, together. So Alexa pushing her peas, mashed potatoes and meatloaf around the plate annoyed Diana. Especially after her rashness today. She waited till they were alone to confront her on it. Alexa looked pained, and uninterested in the game she was playing. "What's wrong?" Diana asked, concerned. "My stomach. It..." Alexa looked like she had tears in her eyes. "...it's backed up. It hurts." "You probably need some laxatives or a suppository." Diana said, getting up. "I wasn't going to say anything, but I already took them. At work. And I haven't used the bathroom yet. I'm not sure what's going on Diana, but it really hurts." Diana recalled that all the pics of Alexa's changed diapers had been wet...for quite a bit of time. Which meant she was backed up. Diana would handle Alexa going off and taking her own medication later. "Alexa. Do you trust me to fix this?" Alexa lay on her back, groaning. "Y-yes! I do. What's your idea?" "I'm going to give you an enema." Diana walked out of the room. A pin could drop as Alexa went dead silent. She hasn't had an enema since that one time when she'd been mistaken for....well, ignore that. Diana returned a few minutes later. Alexa's pain had only worsened. "I want you to get on all fours, and then, uh push your butt towards me, okay? We're not going to use a lot of liquid, but this might be a bit uncomfy, okay?" Diana's comforting mom voice helped Alexa through the whole process. Alexa nodded. "O-okay..." She imagined she looked absurd, diaper undone, pushing head into the crib, bottom thrust out, but Diana was being so nice about the whole thing. The nozzle slipped its way into her bottom, rubbed in petroleum jelly as it was. Alexa gasped as it went past her bottom, and then slipped into her butthole, squirming and gripping onto the not-a-cribs sides. Warm liquid slowly found its way inside her, filling up her colon. Alexa didn't dare think during the moment - she let the liquid flow, and tried to think of her games, cartoons, or anything but this. The liquid filled her up, like she had drank too much water, and then it stopped. It was horribly uncomfortable. "Sweetie, we have to hold it for five minutes. Do you think you can do that?" Diana asked. Alexa nodded. Diana's syrupy sweet voice was scary. "Y-yes! Five minutes, got it." "Let's go to the bathroom so we don't get any accidents on your crib." Diana said. She helped Alexa waddle over to the bathroom. Five minutes passed slow. It was a general discomfort at first. Then Alexa really, really, really needed to use the bathroom. Three minutes remained. Then Alexa's knees started shaking with how bad she had to go. Two minutes. Then Alexa could feel the water protesting, her colon screaming, mocking her for trying to hold out. Diana let her squeeze her hand till it was white. One minute. Eventually, the need to go had subsided so much that Alexa breezed through the remaining time. Until Diana gave her permission to use the toilet, and then it was sweet relief. A long, long scrub down followed after, with Alexa not protesting one bit. She sat on the edge of her not-a-crib with Diana. "I feel a million times better." Alexa rubbed her stomach. Empty. "Starving though." Diana nodded. "Maybe until your body gets used to its new diet, we do these every so often sweetie. It's not ideal to skip dinner like that." Alexa nodded. "You're right. I hadn't really thought about it." "It's alright. Let's heat you up some food now that your tummy feels better." Diana stopped. "And no more taking laxatives without calling me first, alright, Alexa Eve Johnson? I know very little, but I do know more than you about those - you can die if you take too many of those and don't have enough water." "O-Okay, I have heard that. You're right." "Good. Next time, it'll be 15 minutes in the corner." Diana said it with a wink. Alexa wasn't sure if she was joking. Alexa had seconds, and then thirds. Dinner was as delicious as always. Diana was just happy she didn't have to find space in the fridge for leftovers. **** "Pearl, I need to talk to you." Alexa had said it during her lunchtime session. Well, after the milking, as she sat in the car; Trisha dropped in for this milking, with Pearl not complaining one bit. All Trisha did was silently sit in the back and eat her food. Pearl was all ears, her warm glow radiating through and into Alexa, who's words were softened by the woman. "Hmmmm?" "When you dress me in the morning, I'd really prefer, uh, something a bit more...you know, mature. Not a onesie." Alexa whined softly. Pearl smiled a bit. She'd just been grabbing onesies and pajama pants, having foregone the tights after Monday. "Oh? I understand." Alexa felt a bit disoriented with this conversation. Pearl was basically just accepting whatever she was asking for. "Yes! I mean, I appreciate the pants, but a onesie? That shows off my diapers way too easily! Those are for sleeping, not wearing in public. Adult clothes, please. You know, a skirt, a dress, some slacks, one of my powersuits maybe!" Alexa said with a smile. Pearl nodded, listening to....some of those words. Pearl gave a few nods. "I apologize, I hadn't realized it was an issue. That will be fixed tomorrow sweetie!" Alexa laid her head back in Pearl's lap, thanking the woman for being so accommodating. Then again, Pearl had no stake in seeing Alexa in wanting Alexa to be too girly. To her, it was a rather moot point all things considered, since she wanted Alexa on her side as a free biological milk machine. *** Alexa and Diana did not have time for a whole dress-up moment. They did have time that evening for a more intimate moment between the two women however - Diana brushing Alexa's lovely hair. "How's our tummy feel today?" Diana asked. Alexa had eaten her dinner with no complaint today. "Very good! Uhm..." "When's the last time you got your hair done, Alexa?" Usually, Diana would either help with putting all the curlers into Alexa's hair over night, but this felt a lot more close. She sat on Alexa's not-a-crib while Alexa sat on her desk chair, her hair soaking wet as Diana slowly combed through it with a gentleness that felt like Carol was reaching across the ocean for the woman. It was slowly putting Alexa to sleep. "Uhm....not sure?" Alexa let her head fall back into Diana's lap. Dead to the world, she was a pliable angel for Diana as she put her curlers in and imagined all the cute bows and accessories she could fit on Alexa's heap of hair. *** Pearl had a particular knack for waking up at the crack of dawn and sneaking around like a thief in the night. Especially for a woman with boulders the size of some peoples brains. At least thats what Alexa thought to herself as she sat downstairs in her onesie eating her breakfast. Nibbling more like it. Then again, hearing the woman come into her room to shove said boulders into her mouth was a challenge when she had headphones on. "Doesn't it smell wonderful in here?" Pearl had silently whispered to herself, rousing Alexa from her stupor as she had suckled down the woman's milk. Was she cracking a joke? Oh...she meant those little sachets Diana had put around the room. It did smell like lavender or something homely. Anyway, Alexa acquired her milk drunk status, and then wobbled down with Pearl downstairs to have her breakfast in her still messy diaper. Just a bit noticeable by sensation, much more noticeable by smell. Pearl said nothing, having a homemade, stuffed breakfast burrito waiting for Alexa. That, a cup of coffee, a glass of milk, and her water bottle. "Be back in a jiffy with your outfits for the day missy! You tuck in!" Pearl said it with a wink. She really was back in a jiffy, Alexa only half way done with the burrito and even more stuffed by the time she Pearl came down. "Outfit 1!" Pearl said like a game show host. Alexa began to respond about the yellow blob in front of her. "Shhh...wait! Outfit 2!" The yellow was replaced with an interwoven brilliantly multicolored...blob. "No glaththeth on my fathe. Bring them clother pearl!" Alexa's tongue slid over Pearl's name, making it sound more Peal than Pearl. She briefly looked shocked at her lisp. Pearl nodded and gave gleeful grin that Alexa couldn't see. Outfit 1 was actually not too much of yellow blob - it had a nice yellow bottom portion for the dress, and a sage green top which looked a bit like leaves; a cartoon giraffe was on the front. Option 2 was...a nightmare and Alexa refused it outright, with what sense was in her morning brain. "Uhmm, neither? But Opthion one isn't bad...What about..." Alexa said, sipping some of her hot coffee. The heat of the damn coffee made her quake just a bit, and before she knew it, she had spilled a fair amount all over her onesie! Damnit! "Let's get you changed sweetie!" Pearl said, Alexa having failed to finish her sentence and taking one step closer, unknowingly, in Pearl's mind, to losing her privilege to utilize adult cups. "I packed your fixed school uniform in your diaper satchel, Lex!" Pearl's final words to Alexa didn't alert the now drowsy girl. Oh right....something about an old uniform she'd gotten from that old crone...? Alexa was a bit more focused on sleeping and how pained her stomach felt. Alexa was buckled into her car seat. The dress had been a damn mistake. Woven fabric, it felt a bit like barely processed cotton rubbing against her skin constantly. Even worse, it was much more juvenile once Alexa had her glasses on, the giraffe less cute and more infantile, the outfit tied together by yellow tights Alexa hadn't questioned until she was strapped in. Nor the big yellow bow on her noggin. Can't win them all, Alexa thought as she watched her favorite cartoons. "I simply love how you dressed her this morning!" Miria said to Pearl. "Quite the young role model for her peers." Pearl couldn't help but smile. "Well, she actually chose the outfit!" "Stellar. Hopefully we continue seeing such outfits....? Pajamas are...acceptable, if not the most appreciated." Miria replied "I hadn't realized." Pearl responded. Alexa was definitely cute as button in her dress. Especially when she had that drowsy flicker in her eyes as her head bobbed up and down after she had sucked down all Pearl's milk. For such a cute thing though, Alexa was unbelievably stinky to change in the morning. So maybe Miria had a point! "Well, I just like our young charges to dress a little nicer to prepare them for the real world where it isn't all pajamas, sleeping in, diapers and recess, you know. I'm glad she saw my point." Miria said, bidding adieu to Pearl, who nodded as she heard Miria whisper something under her breath. "With this little charge, only some of those might not be true..." Some people were obsessed over the little things, she mused to herself, before placing a little notice in her head that how she dressed Alexa today was perfect for all parties involved. *** Alexa had been good all week, listening, saying her thank you's, not really questioning anything. She'd even barely protested when Miss M was taking photos of her in the car seat...for some reason. Miss M had even been really pleasant with her earlier in the week after she requested some support for sitting up straight in the seat, since it was slightly hurting her back. "Of course sweetie! I'll see what we can do!" The next day, Alexa was "lucky" to get a new contraption installed into her car seat. It wasn't a new strap. Instead, it was a halo like device which didn't necessarily prevent her head from turning, but did keep her posture upright and tunnel-visioned forwarded. It had enough give that if Alexa really craned her neck muscles, it's turn and let her see the car. However, in practice, it was basically a pair of blinders that made it so all she could see was the small cartoon display in front of her. Worst of all, it did sort of help her posture in the car seat, and did make her back feel better. Marginally. So when a daycare worker took her hand from the van and Miss M let it happen, she was huffing and puffing the entire time, stewing behind her pacifier as she wasted time with children. Miss M and her seemingly were fixing their relationship, then she went and did this! Plus her stomach hurt. It was like they didn't even know she was an adult, either! She put her bag up where it was marked for Evie, they'd ask her if she needed the potty, they basically treated her as one of the kids. Using her laptop was out of the question. Alexa let the anger flow out of her, biting hard on the pacifier to calm herself down. This too shall pass, this too shall pass. She repeated the mantra internally, allowing herself to relax and engage with the children around her. The daycare worker, a nice looking boy, opened up Alexa's bag, pulling out two bottles of Pearl's milk. "Sweetie, I was told these are your breakfast. Would you like a banana or apple with them?" Alexa stewed even further in her rage as she sucked down the bottles. It was hard to be mad at the boy, he didn't know any better. She finger painted with the kids, checking the time every so often. She zoned out completely, entering a state just above being in her conscious brain but de-sensitized enough that she didn't have to think about much of anything. Time went quicker then, and Miss M picked her up from the room. Well, that's what should've happened in an ideal world where Alexa behaved herself. It had started with her damn laptop and phone. Frustrated at having another hour without either, she simply got up from the stupid activity she had been working and pulled them from her backpack. Her brain took a hit of endorphins as she did all this, enjoying the rush. Damn this guy, she wanted to check if someone had texted. Her and Devin had been rekindling it.... "Evie, no electronics sweetie! Let's put those away!" The boy said, cajoling her by taking the phone and laptop right from her hands, placing her backpack but in the cubby; critically, Alexa found her phone slipped into the boys pocket and her laptop placed out of reach. There's where she made her biggest mistake. "Oh no you do-..." Alexa stumbled forward. The children who were distracted with their many activities and the other workers heard a harsh tone, and turned to Alexa. She made a go for nabbing her phone from his pocket. Of course, Alexa missed, almost falling flat on her face. "Evie, let's keep our hands to ourselves!" The worker said, indicating to the other workers to help him a bit. Her near fall only had enraged Alexa more. "Give me....!" Alexa lunged, causing the worker to nearly topple over, supported only by one of the other employees helping him as Alexa pawed for her phone. She felt herself pulled back quite easily by someone else. "GIVE ME MY GOD DAMN PHONE! YOU FUCKER!" Alexa screamed at the top of her lungs. Misses M, of course, had to walk in about 5 seconds previous to her screaming that. Alexa's rush of energy left her there and then, surrounded by who knows how old of children and with knees that started to shake once she saw Misses M's, to put it charitably, pointed look at her. *** "Diana." Misses M was becoming, in her old age, the type of person who when they became livid was equally direct and furious. "You see how this unacceptable." Diana sighed over the phone. "Yes." Alexa sat there in the office, defeated looking. Why had she been so angry just then... She didn't need to pose the hypothetical. She had been out of sorts because her entire life was becoming like her time at the daycare. Controlled by people outside her. She was sick of it. She was a damn adult and here she sat in the daycare owners office like a juvenile delinquent. "Alexa. You knew that wasn't right." Diana sounded furious, like Alexa had personally offended her. "So tell me this. What do you think your punishment should be?" This was where Alexa needed to stand up for herself. Diana would respect her for it. Misses M looked overjoyed as Alexa stumbled to her doom. "Well, a warning, it was all a sort of miscommuni-...." "There was no miscommunication! Alexa, you basically assaulted a worker, taught 20 kids two new swear words, and thats not even mentioning how bratty of behavior this sort of thing is. It's totally unacceptable. Try again." Diana said. Alexa squirmed. "Uhm....maybe...apologize to the workers?" Alexa asked, not wanting to lowball again. "Try again." "Uhm....maybe...apologize to the workers and daycare kids?" Alexa asked, her attempt whiffing again. "Try again." Diana's voice was sharp. "Uhm....maybe...apologize to the workers, kids and co-co-corner time?" Alexa asked, her fourth try definitely the one to hit it. "Try again." "Uhm....maybe...apologize to the workers, students and corner time? I...can't think of anyt-...." Alexa stumbled over her words. "Alexa, damnit, own up to it as an adult! You think you can just skip out of assaulting someone by saying sorry and staring at a corner? All over what? Your phone? Fine, if that's how you want to be. Miria, you have my permission to spank Alexa. Make the spanks total the number of daycare kids plus workers." The line went dead. Alexas eyes bulged out of her head. Was that really Diana on the phone? She sounded very harsh.... Miss M had no faux ceremony for this spanking. Alexa had no game of counting to make. Instead, Alexa had a room with four corners, a door blocked by the old crone, and too much fear in her legs to make any move, whether it was away or towards the woman. So Miss M made the move for her. Alexa quite literally could not believe what was happening. Her brain refused to accept it. A not so gentle removal of her dress. A yank on her ear. Undoing of the tapes on her diaper, which plopped onto the floor. Miss M rummaging in her drawers. A wooden paddle being brandished. More yanks on her ears. Laying over Miss M's lap. Diana's word playing in her head. De-realization. Broken not by the sound of wood traveling through air, but a sharp WHAP right on her ass. Tears flowing down her face. Struggling. Momentarily getting the upperhand on Miss M, who made some smart comment before getting Alexa right back onto her lap. WHAP. WHAP. Alexa was broken by three hits. By six, she was willing to beg for her to stop. By nine, she was begging Miss M not just for her to stop, but for forgiveness. Spanking took on a world of its own pain when it involved a paddle that had to have been passed down from the evil old bitch of the past to evil old bitch of the present. But at 12, the pain ceased, and Miss M allowed Alexa to stand up. "Alexa. Yes, I'm talking to Alexa, not Evie." Miss M said with a wicked grin. "Would you like me to stop?" Alexa was a blubbering mess, but later, she'd recall her words a bit more coherently. "Yes! Yes please! I'm sorry. I really am." "I have about 14 more whacks destinated for your rear end. You don't want those, do you?" Miss M asked, laying her trap before Alexa's rational brain could recognize it. Miss M wasn't crazy. Alexa was an adult. After that first....outburst of justified anger she had had with Alexa, even if it was warranted, she was quite worried the girl would fold like a house of cards and report her. To whom? Miss M had a shortlist of people whom she'd wronged or been wronged by. The state, maybe. Spanking an adult was assault or battery. She always forgot the difference. So she'd been preparing for this exact moment. Her rustling in the drawers hadn't just been wasted time looking for a paddle. "No! Listen, I'm sorry! No more." Alexa begged. Miss M gave her a red bum a forceful tap with her hand. Can't let the girl forget her place. "Well, listen, I'm willing to forget all of what happened today...and previously, but I have to be careful, you know. You have to be careful. We don't want to disclose any of this, do we?" Miss M was speaking too many words for Alexa. So she just nodded. Disclosing all this seemed bad, that sounded right. Another few light taps with the wooden paddle sparked Alexas compliance. "Yes! I agree." The taps stopped. "I'm glad you agree, Alexa. Now, I'll stop my spanking for this little mistake..." Another light tap of the paddle. "...and it was a mistake, right?" "Yes! It was." Alexa said. Her rational mind had yet to return even though the tears had stopped. "Perfect, then why don't we just have you sign these two documents." Both had already been signed and stamped with something. They just awaited LEXI EVE JOHNSON-SAUER's signature. Alexa read the title. The tapping from the paddle increased as Alexa stood in front of the desk, nude, with only a pen to her name currently. One was more official looking than another. NON-DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT - .....This document outlines that all activity while LEXI EVE JOHNSON-SAUER was under the care, employ or otherwise engaged with Little Tykes Daycare Ltd. is subject to a non-disclosure agreement for a term of 20 years. Violating this agreement will result in, at minimum, a penalty worth..... A whistle went through the air. Alexa's cheeks slightly wobbled as the paddle struck. Her speed reading became manic. SIGNATURE: ________________ With haste, she signed the multi-page document and finished flipping through it. The signature was sloppy. "Good, good sweetie. That protects us both from disclosing..." The word was a threat. "...any bad stuff, doesn't it?" BEHAVIORIAL MANAGEMENT & DISCPLINE GUIDANCE: LEXI EVE JOHNSON-SAUER "Put your initials in the box for each highlighted behavioral management tool that you accept." The paddle didn't tap her ass, but it did rest right against her flesh. "And before you get smart....all them better have initials, Evie." Alexa shivered as she read them. She needed to pee. Every single line was highlighted. Miss M gave her a few seconds to process things before the paddle began patting her ass, over and over again. 1. [] MOUTH SOAPING Jesus....punishment one was that harsh? The paddle reminded her of her current state. Especially once Miss M took it off her ass. 1. [LEJS] MOUTH SOAPING 2. [LEJS] SPANKING .... 6. [LEJS] TIME OUT .... 9. [LEJS] CORNER TIME .... Some of these weren't so bad, Alexa rationalized. 15. [LEJS] CALL HOME .... 24. [LEJS] ..... 25. [LEJS] HOT.... ....The paddle was right next to her pulsing bottom.... Shit.... She pressed on. Alexa eventually reached the end of the highlighted section. She scrambled to sign her name, before noticing a section which had a block for Diana's signature. Miss M dropped the paddle and confiscated the paperwork. "See sweetie, isn't it wonderful when we cooperate? Now, go stand in the corner." Miss M said with a wave of her hand, dismissing Alexa before putting a small coin in the woman's hand. "Keep this coin nice and tight against the wall." Alexa, quaking not from signing the documents but having her ass saved from further pain, rushed over to the appointed corner without so much of a peep. That coin didn't move a centimeter as Alexa listened into Miss M calling Diana back. "Great news Mrs Sauer, Evie and I came over to an agreement. We both felt not pressing charges is the best way ahead. Evie, the lovely little thing, she even worked to create a behavioral policy tailored towards excellence for her. I'll just go ahead and fax it to you for signature." Diana was in disblief. Alexa was not. She probably would've sold her soul to escape another hit of that paddle. "I...this is a bit hard to understand, about 30 minutes ago it sounded like you wanted to tear her head off. I was worried we'd....well, nevermind. Alexa may still attend your...establishment?" Miss M looked up at Alexa, naked as the day she was born except with her luscious hair, reddened bottom, and thick glasses. Her whole body was shaking. The girl definitely needed to pee. Yet she kept that coin right on the wall. Some children, even the biggest brats, could learn. "Evie is always welcome at Little Tykes. Rain or shine. Weekday, or even, I'm happy to offer, weekend. I'm happy to provide. Guidance for a child is a wonderful, evolving process." Miss M couldn't help but be a little cocky and gloat with her victory over Alexa. "As the saying goes...As the twig is bent, the child's inclined!" Miss M made one more look at Alexa's reddened cheeks and giggled to herself. This twig was bending all the right ways. Diana sounded offput by Miss M's oddity, and just gave a noncommittal answer. "Yeah...that makes sense. I don't have a fax machine so just email me the documents." She hung up. Alexa kept the coin against that wall till the millisecond Miss M asked her to remove it. Evie Johnson-Sauers waddled her way out of Little Tykes and back into the world of Alexa Eve Johnson, trying to focus on her work projects for the day. Miria couldn't wait for another day with her newest project. Diana ignored Alexa's messages throughout the day. **** If one could tell the library had been built recently, the decor, the musty smell, all of it conjured the feeling of a library which had existed when knights and squires roamed the realm. Yet here Princess Alexa sat, confined in her padded garments whose pink nature displayed for any passerby to see and dressed as a mere nitwit child attending school. At least that's what Alexa daydreamed about to ignore her warmed bottom. It was a good daydream. Perhaps a medieval Alexa would be a princess. Hopefully one not with bladder issues. "Eve?" Eve Jameson, Alexa's name relative, said the word again, hoping to grab Alexa's attention. The class, especially the teacher had opted to call Alexa Johnson Eve, and Eve Jameson Jamie. "I guess we gotta find a book to do a report on." Right. That's why they were in the library. Partners now. Everyone else had rushed to make a group. Dewey Decimal system. Both a lesson in writing papers, and a lesson in finding information without the librarian. "Right!" Alexa said, suddenly realizing she needed to pee. "I'll be right back, using the bathroom, and then we can find a book. Your choice." "Eve, no breaks until you find a book. Please return to your seat and continue researching." A stodgy old bastard sat by the door. Alexa huffed. Right. They went up to the third floor of the library, looking for a book about, per Alexa's name neighbor, 'something fun like clothes, trampolines, astronauts, or dogs'. Alexa tried to dispatch Jamie to find a book on astronauts or trampolines while she stared out of the window of the library, the sun coursing its way down on a lovely Friday afternoon. Jamie didn't understand the Dewey decimal system but darted around anyway. Princess Alexa was stuck indeed. Trying her best to recall the lesson they had, she searched along the wide corridor of books, eventually landing on one that dealt with womens fashion in 2000 BC, then medieval times, then ..... Got it! Alexa jumped up, seeing some tomes on young women's contemporary fashion. The topic filled the bottom three shelves. Squatting down to reach the bottom shelf, she began reading the lovely spines to see which was most interesting to her. Grabbing one by the spine and flipping it open, Alexa felt her bladder release, the squatting position having freed her muscles enough. Holding it in that position was a real, challenge, that was for sure. Alexa hadn't even bothered excusing that accident. At the same time, Jamie came back with a large volume which was more suited to university than summer school about the history of Space Travel. The young name neighbor most certainly noticed her friends diaper, fully peeked out. "Eve?" Jamie said, about to point out her friends diapered, sagging state before flipping her internal script. "Yes?" Alexa turned, a bit startled, jumping up from Jamie's voice before finishing peeing herself. "I found my book!" Jamie said it with a big smile, Alexa not having realized she was exposing her diaper for the world to see. "Perfect, let's head downstairs." Later, once class was over and they both were given their marching orders from the teacher on their assignment, Alexa was stopped by Jamie. "I talked to my parents. They aren't being so lame anymore. Wanna have a sleepover? I can give my moms your moms number." "Well, I'd love to b-..." Alexa said, seeing Diana's car in the parking lot as they walked out. Freedom. And a change! "Goodie! Hey, I mean our moms could just talk now! You could sleepover tonight!" A pit formed in Alexa's stomach. She was persistent. Damn this little kid! Friday night sleepovers with a legitimate child didn't sound too enjoyable. "W-w-well...." Diana had, incidentally, parked right next to a Mr and a Mrs Jameson, both of whom were just as chatty as their daughter. So Alexa bore witness to a much more calm Diana defuse the idea. "Unfortunately, we have a family event tonight. Perhaps this weekend?" Diana said, after back and forths with the parents (who seemed eager to make a friend for their daughter). "Yes, lets!" The smiling father said. He had the face of a man who was so frequently dour that his own smile lines had faded away; they emerged with Diana's response. "I'll call you later to figure out when and where, then." Diana said it so confidently that Alexa had to confront her on it. Once the parents had left, and Alexa was left with her, her carseat, and Diana, her words babbled out so quickly that she stumbled over herself. "DIANA, WHAT?" Alexa screamed out, seeing a sharp look form Diana and calming down. She tempered down a bit. "I'm not going to a kids sleepover. I hope you just said that to get them away so you can change me." Diana silently stewed with the lecture she had lovingly baked in her mind for Alexa throughout the day. One thing at a time. Even if she did feel like Alexa could be a lot of pleasant when she something distracting her and some headphones. "Of course that's what I was doing. I'll tell the parents that you have to sleep in a crib an-..." "It's not a crib!" Alexa threw her words louder than she meant. "Cutting people off mid-sentence is rude." Diana said. "Don't think I forgot about this morning Alexa." By this point, Alexa was in the far back of the van, sitting in her carseat, but Alexa could imagine Diana's face. "R-right. Well, I just was saying its a bed. Not a crib." "I stand corrected on your crib shaped bed. I'll say that and that you have to wear diapers and I'm sure they'll back off. Now Alexa. Let's talk about this morning." Alexa gulped a bit. "Y-yes, lets!" Alexa said, trying to get ahead of whatever Diana was going to say. "I'll go first, then you can talk. Let's do it that way Alexa." The way she said it made Alexa's constipated stomach drop into a tiny puddle in front of her car seat, anxiety racing through her veins. "Just what the fuck were you thinking?" Diana, ever the matronly mother, broke down there and then. She even pulled the car over off the highway, into a public park with a few shaded groves that she and Alexa could chat in. "Consider this Alexa. My ex-husband is currently attempting to take my children away from me, first by breaking into a gated community to physically take them, and now, behind bars, he's attempting every trick in the book to paint me a terrible mother. My husband's ex is trying the same route. Neither of them are paupers, mind you." Alexa sat on the bench with Diana. For a session where she was supposed to be being yelled at, Diana surprisingly gripped her hand tightly. She anchored herself to Alexa. "So imagine the story: A woman who I let live with my children assaulted a daycare worker. Questions will be asked. Why do I let such a dangerous person around my children? Why was she at a daycare? Why does she wear...." "I get it!" Alexa repeated those three words about a dozen times. "Then you see my point Alexa. It's unacceptable as an adult for you to act in such a way. You what, couldn't wait ten minutes for your phone? What's your plan when you have real responsibilities? Attack whoever is in your way? Just what the fuck do you think this is?" Diana shook her head. "I've been too light with you. We both have to shape up. I talked to Miria and I'm glad to hear you came to some sort of arrangement." Alexa, not used to such a stern talking too, felt a swell of emotions as tears streaked down her face. Diana briefly let go of Alexa's hand, before holding the tiny schoolgirl dressed young woman; she allowed Alexa some tears into her chest. "I know! I was there! I was the one who was spanked and then put in the corner. I know fucking know all about it!" Alexa whined. "Diana, I was there with your ex's, don't you remember? Look at me! I go to daycare, I ride in a carseat, I'm losing control of my bladder and bowels, and I just got my ass spanked raw today! Then I heard you and Miss M chat it up while I held a coin to the wall." "I-...Alexa, I shouldn't have spoken to you in such a way, I'm sorry." Diana said it less as an apology and more as a realization. That moment when someone realizes their anger had been directed at a party only minorly involved. "It's just...." Alexa hugged her tightly and stopped the words. Both women sat on the beach as the afternoon slowly began to dissolve. Alexa looked at Diana and all was forgiven. She saw through the stern talking to and saw the same fear in her eyes that had appeared in that trunk. With that, she understood it. Understood it enough to forgive. Diana was a woman who put on a front, but had a deep fear after that night, of losing her children. A legitimate fear, at that. "I understand. Can I say I won't attack any daycare staff anymore if it means I get a diaper change?" Alexa questioned, only semi-joking. "I think that earns you enough brownie points in my book." Diana said with a smile. As she changed the girl in the secluded park, Diana didn't really even have to ask her to do much of anything. Alexa didn't even ask to change herself. Her legs just flipped up and she accepted having a diaper slid under her. Not one of the custom diapers Diana had got from that odd man Alexa had introduced her to, mind you, but those had been delivered; for night-time use only, currently. "I have to ask Alexa - just what did you do to make Miss M like you so much? I mean, the turn from hatred to asking me to let you stay was abrupt to say the least. Then she's emailing me documents signed by an Evie Johnson-Sauer about disciplinary policies." Alexa grimaced. She didn't want to talk about it. "She said she'd stop spanking me if I filled out those forms. I obliged her." Diana rolled her eyes. She rarely ever did that. This old woman was a hassle, while Alexa was too much of a pushover. "Well, she better not do anything without my approval." Alexa chuffed. "You shouldn't even be approving her to spank me!" Diana slapped Alexa's inner thigh playfully. "Careful little lady, I just heard you didn't get a complete spanking. Maybe I'll fill the gap." Alexa gasp, horrified, but mostly joking (even if Diana had spanked her previously). "You wouldn't!" "I can, would and will spank you Alexa." Diana said with a deadpan expression. "If you're going to be going around assaulting people and doing other things not worthy of an adult. And on that note of being an adult, I had the realization you have not been updating your Potty Training Chart. Not one bit!" Alexa had her turn to roll her eyes. "I didn't realize I had to update it. Nor do I plan on it. I was texting you what was happening, anyway." "Well I do, Alexa. Unless you're going to wear these..." Diana patted Alexa's fresh diaper. "...till you're my age. From now on, any used diapers are getting marked. By me." Alexa huffed. "Fine. Not like I care, I have my own method to get back to not needing diapers." Sure you do, Diana silently thought to herself. Alexa let herself get stuck back in the van and watched her cartoons silently. Later, when Diana noticed Alexa's slightly wet diaper as she got out of Diana's car, Diana said those same words to herself, sure you do. *** Alexa, before the nights events were due to occur, found she needed Diana for one reason and one reason alone. She was constipated again. Diana, however, was nowhere to be found. Calling out for her and then ringing her cellphone didn't produce any results. Deciding perhaps to be a bit less lazy, Alexa, in a big t-shirt Diana had given her, skittered over to the houses Master bedroom and opened the door. Without a knock, of course. "Diana, I need......?" Naked in all his glory was Diana's husband, James. His hard dick was impossible not to notice, staring right at Alexa, as was his nice body. "Sweetie, we have to kno-....." James voice trailed off. He realized it wasn't one of the girls. His eyes met Alexa's. Alexa's eyes met his his. Alexa's eyes scanned his body. James watched her scan his body. A few milliseconds passed before Alexa squeaked out a few words and shut the door, running off and then shutting her door, occupying her mind by flipping through outfits for the evening and texting her different suitors. James slipped in the room silently enough to make Alexa jump and pee herself slightly when his voice filled the room. Just slightly, she'd emphasize to herself internally. Alexa made an attempt to hide herself from James. He'd thrown on a tank top and some shorts. "Alexa....Sorry, I heard a girl's voice and assumed it was one of the...uhm...I just didn't want a little girl to see, you know...wait, I didn't mean it exactly like that you're the little girl....just you know, I don't need to have a birds and the bees...you know, the whole conversation about one being a flower and one the bumbleb-......" "Let's just forget it ever happened." Alexa sputtered out a reply. James laughed. He clearly wasn't up to snuff on explaining himself. "That's fine by me." "Do you know where Diana is? I need her help with something..." Alexa asked. She tried not to think about the statements James had just made. "She nipped to the store for a thing or two before we go to the Friday Fair. You're coming, right? Wait, don't worry, you don't have to wait on Diana. I can see the sagging diaper beneath my shirt. I can change you just as quickly! Hop on up." Alexa was taken aback by his three steps placing him right on top of her, and before she knew it, she was picked up by her armpits and put on her changing table. "W-w-wo-woah James!" Alexa said, not having meant help in that manner. Alexa was helped in that manner. James seemingly didn't need much time to change Alexa, not changing her like Carol, Diana, Pearl, or Trisha, rather like a dad who had seen enough dirty diapers and was so unphased that he didn't speak nor think of it. In fact, he answered a phonecall from Diana while changing Alexa; his hands were strong and his muscles flexed as he changed Alexa, who felt her legs and waist lifted without second thought. "Of course babe, pack an extra thing of snacks for Joan? Right. I'm just changing Alexa quick and then I can get that accomplished. Why? Oh, she asked me to. I know, I know, don't be too jealous that I'm taking diaper duty." Alexa was horrified by the conversation, especially when James just threw the diaper in her diaper pail and sauntered off with little commentary. Mentally, Alexa made a note that James was a helpful, lovable idiot who she had to speak more directly with. *** "This isn't fair!" Joan stamped her foot. Alexa watched over the two girls (and Timmy, who'd been unceremoniously dropped in her lap by Emmie) at the families Friday evening festivities - heading to the nearby prefectures fair. Alexa stood by her, watching Joan lose more and more of her allowance on one of those rigged games that promised you a plushy bigger than you'd ever imagine if you were willing to throw your paycheck down the drain in the pursuit of it. After her sixth failure at shooting out the three red stars on the yellowed paper, Alexa tried to take Joan's attention off the game, asking if she wanted to grab some funnel cake. "Miss Johnson..." Alexa rubbed the back of her head. Joan was so formal! "Alexa's fine!" "Alexa, you gotta win this! The game took like all my allow-ance!" Joan said the word allowance like it was two separate words, a harsh huff following right after. Then, she gave Alexa that puppy dog look that was almost impossible to deny. "Oh, fine. Give me the gun." Alexa said with an eye roll. "Woah, woah, woah. Tickets first, then you play." Alexa squeezed her fist. Bastard. Joan, Jodie and Timmy waited in line while Alexa bolted to a nearby ATM to pull some cash out to then exchange for some tickets. She noticed a quick flash of text on the screen after denying a receipt, but ignored it. MONTHLY SPENDING LIMIT REACHED. With a hop, skip and a jump, Alexa was back with the two Js and Timmy. Diana and James and were somewhere nearby. Suddenly, all the years of playing shooters mixed with Alexa's competitive edge. All that existed was Alexa, the three red stars, and Joan cheering her on. One star, down. Two stars, down. Three stars, down. Ultimate victory. "You did it!" Joan yelled, excitedly jumping up and down and hugging Alexa, who let her moment of triumph exude around her. "What plushie do you want, Joan?" Joan emphatically pointed at a teddy bear that had to have been bigger that either of the girls. It had a doleful look on its teddy bear face, looking lonely as it sat on the wooden ledge holding all the prizes. Seemingly it was the ultimate prize for the game. Seemingly abandoned by everyone. "We want that one." Alexa said. The carnie who worked the game shook his noggin. "No can do kid. You have to play on adult difficulty for bigger plushies." He said, gesturing to another side of the game front where the yellowed paper displayed one gigantic star. Alexa stuck her tongue out. She could win this game first try. As she handed over the tickets to play the game, Alexa felt a slight twinge in her bladder. Not now. She didn't need a single distraction for an epic quest like the one she was embarking on. Hands on the gun, she bent over and flooded her diaper. Greatness awaited her. Okay, perhaps her competitiveness was making her act a bit melodramatic, but the buzz in her heart made the whole thing all good fun. Especially as she shot the edges of the star to smithereens. A few missed shots and she may have bungled the whole game - thankfully for her, she had no distractions beyond a diaper warming her up. At some point Diana and James appeared to spectate as well. The star fell off its paper and fluttered through the air for a few seconds, before ending on the muddy ground. Heh. There was never a doubt she was going to win! "Here you go mom." The man said, handing Diana the gigantic teddy bear plushie. "And here's for the 3-star win." He said, tossing James the smaller unicorn plushie. Alexa had a broad grin. She turned to Joan, who had watched in a sort of awe; the girl took the teddy bear plushie from Diana before suddenly dropping it right onto the muddy ground. The same event occurred when James gave the girl the unicorn plushie. "Itchy. I don't want it anymore." Joan said. Diana and James both looked a little shocked, but not as much as Alexa would've imagined. "Joanie, you let your Bearie drop on the ground." Diana said it in a saddened tone. Now that Diana was forcing Joan to take it, the young girl looked more hostile, almsot offended. "I don't want that stupid bear anyway." Joan said, pushing it away as Alexa helped Diana pick it up and give to Joan. "Joan! You love your bears, don't be like that. Remember Mr Snuggles?" James asked, with Joan moving backwards like the creatures being thrust towards her had the plague. "Mr Snuggles and Misses Honey! Come on honey, take the bear from mommy and daddy." Diana offered. "I hate those! They are itchy and gross." Joan said, looking like she was about to cause a scene. "You're not even my mommy!" There was the scene. "Joan! Don't ever talk to your mother like that!" Alexa said, offended on behalf of Diana. Joan looked like she'd just been told off by her own hero. The extra large tot dashed off, with James left chasing after her while Diana stood there, looking crestfallen. Fate was a bitch. Alexa didn't let said bitch ruin her evening. "Diana, give me the stuffies, I'll take of care of Mr Honey-Bear and Misses Horn." Alexa said with a silly, yet guileless cadence that grabbed Diana's heart-strings. Her eyes lit back up. "O-Ok Evie." Diana said. Restored, Diana handed over the stuffed animals. "She used to love those." "Well, I promise they'll be just as loved until Joan gets back to her senses." Alexa said with a flick of the tongue and a big smile. Joan didn't make it far. She too was restored a conversation. This one with Diana's husband. Diana steered clear of Joan, the pain still there from the comment, but James made sure Joan walked back over to Alexa to make things right. Joan smiled. "I'm sorry Alexa. You can have the plushies! Thanks for winning them! Can we get some funnel cake?" It sounded like James had told her exactly what to say. They split back up and Alexa was back in charge of the three children. Joan, Jodie & Timmy seemed eager to stay away from the plushies, sitting opposite to Alexa at the tawdry rainbow and clown decaled covered picnic bench. Alexa wasn't too lonely on that side of the bench - afterall, she had her two plushies, one of which was bigger than her and made her arms hurt to carry. A distinct squish announced itself as Alexa sat down. The girls split some funnel cake. Joan looked Alexa's outfit up and down before making a direct comment. "Mommy put you in my clothes. I didn't like wearing that one. It didn't look nice on me." Joan said, making Alexa realize she hadn't put much thought into Joan's current clothes. Really, they were Alexa's clothes. A graphic tee which a large metro's name on it, mixed with a pair of jeans with artificial distressing and some lined cutouts which had jean material behind them. A suitably....tweenager outfit, now that Alexa was seeing it on someone that wasn't her. Maybe a oddly sized in both a too small and too large sort of way. "I think it probably looked great on you!" Alexa said, looking down at the outfit Diana had put in her earlier that day. *** "TaDA!" Diana said with a flourish that unnerved Alexa, who had had her eyes closed for a few minutes as Diana dressed her in a "surprise" outfit. Black denim baggy coveralls which stopped short enough to show off a pair of young girls black combat boots (how had the shoes even fit her, Alexa wondered) which had charms like a smiley face, heart and beads on the pink laces. The coveralls had designs with black gems covering the entire length of the outfit. The boots had a little fuzz around the calf, and were covered in a few cute hearts which Alexa found plain adorable. Further up, her shirt was a graphic tee as well, with a rainbow with two fluffy clouds taking center stage. Around it sat some cartoon looking characters, while the shirt itself had stripes with some differing whites, yellows, reds, and blues. To perhaps allow Alexa a modicum of adulthood, Diana had allowed Alexa to have her hair down. Alexa's first reaction was to blow her curly long locks out of her face to better see the outfit. Diana reacted accordingly, putting her hair up with two cute yellow and blue bows. "It's cute!" Alexa said with a somewhat forced smile. "Aren't the boots to die for? Joan nor Jodie never liked them, they don't like the feeling of the fluff on their calves." Diana sighed. "Some people just don't know when they have it good, you know?" Alexa was testing the baggy coveralls, which were pleasingly flowy and allowed her to move around with little issue. Buttons ran the entire length of the side. "Hehe, if you unbuttoned these, you'd see my diaper waistband." Alexa said before quickly hiding it from Diana's camera. Diana awaited her reaction with baited breath. "I like it!" "Lovely Alexa, just lovely! I'm just so glad you liked it." Diana said with glee as she picked up Alexa into a tight squeeze. "Now, off to the fair!" Wait, she hadn't meant she liked it enough to wear it to the fair! Alexa was in her car seat, watching her cartoons, before she so much as got a peep in. Joan and Jodie gave her a smile. *** "No, I hate it. She isn't my mommy, you know." Joan said it happily now that Diana wasn't around. "Daddy hates when I call her Diana, but she isn't my mom so I don't care." Joan was on a roll and Alexa let her keep speaking. "I just call her that so she stops talking. Shes so annoying. My real mommy doesn't make me dress like that. " "Fuck you Joan." Jodie said the words Fuck you with a totally different tone than the word Joan. She most certainly had heard the sentence in a movie and now was saying it in the real world. "Don't talk about mommy like that. She is our mom." "G-g-girls! Don't talk about your mother like that! And don't swear...uh..say bad words... it's, uhm...just don't do it!" Alexa stammered. Children weren't her forte. "But you say bad words all the time! Mommy only stops you when you swear when we're around." Jodie said, Joan's sails temporarily deflated as she picked at the cheap plate. "W-w-well I'm an adult, I can swear. I guess...." Alexa muttered, not too sure. Her reasons weren't convincing "Mommy said you use diapers. Adults don't do that." Jodie said, throwing down her trump card. "So you shouldn't swear either!" "You wear diapers?" Jimmy asked, confused. "But I thought only kids do that?" Alexa was losing the crowd here. "Alright, alright. Everybody quiet down!" She hissed, trying to bring the group in to not announce to a whole fair that she needs diapers. "Yes, I wear diapers, but you can be an adult and wear diapers! End of discussion." It was not. Joan stepped up. "Mommy used to make daddy put a dollar in a bad word jar. If you're an adult you should do that too! Else you can't swear like that." Joan said it triumphantly while Timmy and Jodie nodded, convinced. "And don't go telling anyone Alexa wears diapers, Mommy said she'd be real angry if she caught us doing that." Joan pointed at Timmy. Alexa rested her face on her hand. "Fine, fine. Next bad word your mother catches me saying, one dollar in the swear jar. Now, can we go enjoy the fair?" Alexa said in passing. Her diaper was beyond clammy at this point but she wanted to do some sort of activity to distract her mind from all this. The group got up. Joan tugged Alexa's side. She muttered something. "T-t-thanks for winning me the stuffies. And...uhm, thanks for taking Mommys attention so I don't have to wear those silly clothes." Joan said, touching Alexa's outfit before bounding off with her sister and new-found friend. Alexa looked down at her outfit, stuffed animals overflowing in hand, before using a nearby Hall of Mirrors external reflection to look at what Joan had termed 'those sort of silly clothes'. Were they that bad? Alexa looked between herself and Joan, realizing in general (if you stretched that word) they wore the same outfit. Denim, graphic tee, some boots, yet.... Bizarrely, she'd ended up with Joan's childish outfit, and Joan had ended up with her own clothes! And they both fit their current wearer better than if you had swapped them. To her own horror, Alexa realized one difference: Joan definitely didn't have a wet diaper strapped to her waist right now. She tried to keep that thought away from her brain the rest of the evening. *** It was late by the time the family had gotten back. Alexa had enjoyed the fair quite a bit. Even if she was lugging those stuffed animals around the place. She placed them against her not-a-crib. Right, tomorrow morning she'd put them in Joan's room. They took up too much of the already small room. Stripping herself of her coveralls and shirt, Alexa enjoyed the cool air on her bare flesh; the fresh diaper helped that feeling too. Diana entered as Alexa rested her body against the teddy bear, turning on her game console to enjoy a very late start to a Friday gaming session. If Diana had come to tell Alexa not to play games so late, she didn't look the part. The woman looked crushed. Her tone told the the why. "Thank you. Joan is a.....tough customer. With me. She likes you, I think. She told James she was really sad you had told her not to say that to me. Not sad about saying that to me, but...children never mean anything like that anyway, you know, it's just..." "Diana, would you like to play some games with me? Sit down. Don't think about earlier." Alexa offered her the controller, which caused Diana to stop her already trailing line of thought. "I would." So Alexa leaned her back against the teddy bear and her head against Diana's shoulder, explaining the turn-based RPG on the screen. Diana chose the magic girl while Alexa chose the tankie buff undertaker. Alexa enjoyed the fact she now had a second player for the turn based game, even if Diana chose the moves Alexa told her too, and even if Diana was aghast at mechanics in the game which caused both male and female characters to lose coverage from their clothes for every hit of damage. She perhaps more aghast at special unlocks Alexa had which showed lewd scenes between the King and Queen, in full uncensored fashion. "What, you only get CG them if you beat the first boss with all your health remaining! Quite a feat." Alexa said, which made Diana crack a smile. "Still a bit perverted, but not as bad." Diana teased. Alexa passionately explained the game as she sat on her heels. Her mouth glimmered with braces. Some time passed. Diana stood up as Alexa's eyes drooped. It was well past midnight by this point. "Alexa - I was wrong about your gaming. Maybe you need a little bit more....wholesame games, but this was quite fun. Thanks for showing me your interests. It means a lot." Diana said it in a way as if she had tried something like this with Joan or one of the other girls. "Thanks for...Well I just appreciate all of it." "Of course. I....need..." Alexa felt the sudden rock which had filled her stomach drift towards and instead fill her diaper. Suddenly. With force. Without her even realizing it. Alexa's sleepy eyes went wide as Diana could see the empty space between her heels and diaper fill while a stench permeated the room. The dark brown spot on her diaper grew sizably in a few seconds. The sagging touched her heels with a disgustingly warm clarity. Diana drew a frowny face on Alexa's potty training chart. Alexa was reminded of their earlier conversation. "W-wait! I knew I needed the potty right there. I just...." Diana gave Alexa a look. "You just chose to use your diaper instead?" The look was one of mirth. "Come on, I'm tired, hop up. I hope you don't need a bath this late." "Y-you don't get it, I just was distracted, it's not like I..." Alexa found the empty space which allowed her to speak filled by one of Pearl's bottles. They'd been left in with a fridge with a 'Missed ya ;-(' sticky note attached. It was Diana's turn to tease. "Oh, huh Alexa, please! I'm not a sucker. I certainly wasn't born last night. Finish your bottles while I change you. Now, do we have anything left in the tank? Try to empty your.....oh why am I even saying anything..." Diana said as she pushed down on Alexa's lower abdomen. Pee escaped Alexa's bladder and drained into the diaper. Alexa was already falling asleep as Diana cleaned up the substantial mess. If it wasn't the dead of night, Diana would've given Alexa a bath. That would've woken the other children though. Diana nipped downstairs to get Alexa her medicine and supplements. Warm milk, fish oil, fiber, something else to help Alexa's gut. Pliable as usual when tired. Misses Horn, Alexa's new unicorn friend, ended up in her crib with her, placed there lovingly by Diana. Alexa gave it a sleepy cuddle before drifting off to her sleeping medication induced nightly coma. Adorable, thought Diana. Diana let herself stay there awhile, staring at Alexa with sad eyes. Where had she gone so right with Alexa, but so wrong with Joan? Her sad eyes turned and lost their edge as Alexa rolled slightly, squeezing the unicorn, and Diana was reminded of how adorable Alexa was with her teddy bear at the fair. Perhaps, Diana realized, she needed to change her strategy with Joan. Joan had been happiest that when Alexa had been dressing up for Diana, and Diana had mostly left Joan and Jodie to their own devices. She'd even called her mom as they got her softball gear ready. Mom in a loving, direct way. Thanks, mom. Diana had smiled and nodded. Joan did not want the directness or forcefulness of maternal love that Diana was eager to dispense. Instead, Alexa could receive that shard of Diana. She was quite good at it. Like a puzzle solved, Diana nodded to herself All three of them could be happy! "Coming to bed, babe?" Diana's husband put his hands on her hips, looking at Alexa and Diana's smile. "You look happy. I'm sorry about what Joan said earlier, you know she didn't mean it. You look like Alexa made you feel a lot better, though. I knew she would." "She did." Diana whispered back, heading to bed as she caught one last look at Alexa's face, slightly flickering as she peed into her diaper. *** "But Diana!" Alexa whined, sitting at the living room table with the woman in her pajamas. It was the next day, only a few hours after their gaming session, with both James and Diana having roused the entire family early. For Alexa, the reason was Pearl wanting to dispense her milk and a bath. For the rest of the family, it was to go visit this uncle or that aunt, Alexa was unsure; she thankfully didn't have to tag along. The family sat in the car waiting for their matriarch. Currently she was occupied fretting over Alexa. "Alexa, don't 'Diana' me!" Diana said with a smile. "It's just a few chores. Everyone has to do their fair share around our house." "Sure, but this is everyone's chores! Laundry, vacuuming, watering plants, clothes off the line, clothes on the line, cleaning leaves from the pool, thaw meat.....need I go on? That's like my whole Saturday. I wanted to swim, then meet up with Devin, then hangout with Trisha." Alexa said it with huff. "This will take you maybe an hour Alexa. Don't be so melodramatic." Diana gave Alexa a tight squeeze. "We'll be back tonight alright? Yesterday I made you some meals, and...well my phone is just one dial away. Okay? Pearl is right across the street if you need a change. And yes...you do have the house all to yourself. Try not to spend it doing.....all...that....the whole day, you know...." Helicopter parent, much? Alexa hugged back, tightly. The innuendo wouldn't make sense to her until later. "I can change myself! But...thanks for caring so much Diana." Alexa gave Diana one final squeeze herself. "Wait! My phone still needs fixed, we never did that!" Diana responded muttered something shortly as she shut the door. Something to the effect of "I'll get after it!" Ugh. Diana was exasperating! More exasperating was Pearl. Alexa hadn't gotten enough sleep today because of the woman, who had wanted to get, per her favorite phrase, 'her two boulders milked dry' at the crack of dawn. Seemingly, that had not been enough, since was back at the front door a few minutes after Diana had left ringing the doorbell. When Alexa didn't answer the ringing, since she was a bit occupied upstairs snaking her hand down the front of her diaper (a woman has needs, you know), Pearl slinked upstairs and caught Alexa in the act. "OhmygawdPearl!" Alexa screamed, having used one hand to open her diaper and the other to start teasing herself. She has to rely on imagination, since her laptop was so far away and her phone was still censored. The moment was ruined. Alexa's sexual needs didn't end there, but they did abate just a wee bit. "I can come back later?" Pearl asked, as Alexa cracked open her door to see Pearl leaning over the bannister. "It's fine. Just....it's fine." Alexa opened her door fully and walked out. "Alexa, can I asked you a question?" Pearl asked it with a significant weight on her mind. Alexa nodded as they went back into her bedroom. Pearl gestured around. "I've started having...thoughts. Questions too. Diana's text to me this morning solidified it. Are you..." Alexa dread the next part of Pearl's question. She knew where this was going. Some questions on her diaper usage, whether it was a fetish. Eye rolling. Couldn't Pearl understand that after this long? "Is this a fetish lifestyle thing for you and Diana? I mean, like a she's your mommy type of thing? Is that why you were playing with yourself in your diaper? You know, a sort of, I like diapers, Diana likes me in diapers, and we go from there type of thing. I'm not one to judge, I just wasn't sure if I'm stepping on someone else's territory, you know? I figured you two were platonic, but then again, she has been a bit possessive about you and your outfits." Pearl asked it while Alexa's jaw dropped. That was not the question she expected. "Absolutely not! Diana isn't my." Alexa didn't finish that sentence. "You're not stepping on...." Alexa stumbled over her own words. She collected herself. Her lisp from the braces was really bad in this instance. "Pearl, I think you're misunderstanding my relationship with Diana. This isn't some fetish. I resent the accusation. This is just...Diana is not my mother or something. There's no territory for you to tread on, because she's nothing like that to me. Diapers aren't like that for me." Pearl stared at Alexa quizassically, producing her phone. "Then what's with this text?" Alexa read the text on Pearl's scene. It was instructions for Pearl to check on Alexa while Diana was gone, especially for diaper changes. While reading, Alexa's face became bright red. Especially when Diana gave Pearl explicit instructions to make sure Alexa did her chores and didn't just play videogames "and other things" all day. Remove a few of the lines Diana put there, and you'd have assumed this was babysitting instructions for a four year old. "Pearl. Diana is her own woman. I'm not sure why she wrote all of that. But I promise there's no fetish thing you're stumbling into here. Scouts honor, you're in the clear. Even if my tummy does grumble a bit because of you." Alexa said with a weak smile. "Great, I'm glad to know my territory isn't already claimed." Pearl said as she tightly hugged Alexa. "Of course not!" Alexa said in response. Of course, if you could read both women's minds, the previous two sentences took on two totally different meanings. For Alexa, her implication was one of just denying that she and Diana were into some fetish lifestyle, hence no worry needed by Pearl. After all, there was no territory for Pearl to intrude on since that territory didn't exist. For Pearl, her understanding was Alexa affirming that a door remained open for Alexa and hers relationship to develop into something....further...even if she wasn't sure what it was. Pearl had been slowly having these maternal thoughts each time Alexa pressed her naked body against her. They had only grown each time Alexa smile and did her soft giggle. Alexa's head smooshed against Pearls chest. Both women sank into each other. "In better news, I brought you a smoothie!" Pearl said it with a big smile. It was a pretty delicious smoothie, Alexa had to admit to that. Until she had to give Pearl dagger eyes as Pearl began rapping her fingers against her chest. "Delicious, right? Just some excess milk, fruit, and yogurt. Can you guess where the yogurt is from?" Pearl covered her mouth to smile. "If I had to guess, it had two sources." Even if hearing her second food of the day came from Pearl's chest, Alexa greedily sucked it down, enjoying the cooling factor on the warmer summer day. "Even if I have my complaints, this is probably better than what I was about to make myself." "And what would that have been, Miss Alexa?" Pearl mused. Alexa dodged that question. Definitely not a greasy order of a nearby fastfood chain for breakfast. Her, never! "What do you need Pearl?" Alexa responded instead. She still wasn't sure why Pearl had let herself in. For a second, Pearl looked a bit hurt at Alexa's bluntness. She disguised it well. "Oh, I was just sort of hoping to steal you for an hour or two. Everybody's off hiking with the hubbie. Not my thing, you know. I just wanted a grocery store friend." Alexa winced in her back brace. That sounded painful right about now. Constantly being outside, plus hiking with some heavy backpack. No thanks! "Welllllllllllllll..." Pearl didn't need a puppy dog face to win over Alexa. She had something better. "Maybe even a stop at the game store, too? Who knows where my four wheels will take us....." Pearl muttered, teasing Alexa. Alexa had quickly gotten dressed in a white shirt and a light, airy pair of white cotton shorts, covered in cartoon kittens, along with some flats and ruffled socks. With the heat of the day bearing down on both of them, she opted for something comfortable. Pearl was in a tight white shirt as well, her cleavage held back from disaster by a few centimeters of fabric, and a nice pair of mom jeans. "Awwww, adorable, a Teddy Bear~!" Teased Pearl as Alexa waved her away in her bedroom. "It's Joan's. She just doesnt want it in her room for some reason." Her wheels did not get the two of them far. Maybe half-way into their trip, in the middle of a nicely forested area, Pearl's dashboard lit up with dings and alerts as her back left tyre lost air. "Damnit, I've got a puncture." Pearl sighed, pulling the car off to the side of the road. Alexa helped her root through the trunk of the car to get their spare tyre. Not exactly how she imagined her Saturday progressing. A knight in shining armor arrived as the women just began preparing themselves to change the tyre. She was a bit gruff at first, pulling over her police vehicle to ask Pearl why she was partially blocking the street, until she noticed the situation with the flat. With the right tools and three women working the issue, it was solved in less than twenty minutes. Thankfully, Pearl had a full spare and she just needed to, at a later point, get the old one repaired. The police woman began to wave off Pearl and Alexa, until noticing Alexa approaching the passenger side door to hop back in. Just as Pearl was making a go to peel off, the police woman's knuckle rapped against the glass. "She can't be in the front. Jesus Christ - I didn't realize how short you were sweetie! Mom, we can't be letting her in the front." "Can you not take the lords name in vain?" Asked Pearl, which only perturbed the officer more. "I'm not her mother. She's a full adult. She can make that decision herself, I believe." Alexa sighed. Of fucking course. She moved to the back with no protest. Pearl verbally sparred with the officer as Alexas feet dangled. "She needs a car seat. I don't care what else you have to say." Pearl white knuckled the steering wheel. "Oh yeah? And what if I drive off? She's an adult and you're talking about a law for kids." "Well, then I'd arrest you for fleeing, which is a felony. Any other questions?" Alexa sighed. "Pearl, I've been down this road before. Let's just get the car seat. It's fine." "No it isn't! Wait a minute. I know just the person to call. What was the name of that daycare lady, Alexa? She has that van and knows the answer. Well, I guess you were in a car seat then too..." Pearl muttered to herself, while the police officer just stood there, silently waiting. Miss M picked up immediately, and affirmed that yes, Alexa had to have a car seat. Anytime she was in a vehicle. Every trip. By this point, the police officer was exasperated with Pearl - she'd just helped this woman with her vehicle, was trying to help her with her child, and she was calling some random third party. "Ma'am, either I escort you to buy a car seat, your child goes home, or you get a fine for endangering a child....and maybe a pair of cuffs for obstruction." Pearl let her anger displace itself into the steering wheel. "I'll have you know...." Over the cars speaker, Miss M could hear it all, and intervened. "Wait! I have an extra car seat or two lying around. Pearl, how about you swing by Little Tykes, pick it up, and we drop this whole arresting business?" Everyone agreed but Alexa. Her voice didn't matter much anyway in this situation, seeing as Pearl was just angry at being interfered with by this police officer. Miss M actually, for once, resolved the situation professionally and with little incident. Beyond getting Alexa strapped into another reminder of "not being like every other adult". This car seat was a quite a bit different from the one she'd rode in the Little Tykes minivan. For one, it was less of a straight forward booster seat with modifications and instead more shaped like a bucket, taking advantage of Pearl's larger van to take up a fair amount of space. Instead of Alexa sitting vertically, strapped down as she was, she instead found herself laying at a 45 degree angle, basically laying on her back in almost a bucket, while facing the front. Her legs sprawled out of the car seat, but they were secure enough to pass the police officers unspoken test. This car seat too had its fair share of buckles and security, with one of them right on Alexas groin, not helping her as each bump forced her to grind against that belt. "It even has a sunshade." Miss M said, deploying the sunshade to block Alexa's vision. And to block Pearl's view of her popping a pacifier in Alexa's mouth. And to let her snap Alexa into her head halo as well, which held her nice and safe and rigid. All she could see was the back of the seat. It did cool her down. Alexa stewed in her anger with crossed arms and a pouty face till she was let out of the car seat after arriving at the grocery store. She immediately popped the pacifier out and crossed into the store with Pearl. Thankfully, shopping with Pearl was not exciting in the slightest. She was mostly there to just talk with the woman as she did the shopping. Seemingly it made Pearl happy, as she kept mentioning how much she appreciated Alexa coming. At one point, without realizing it, Alexa held onto Pearl's hand as they waltzed throughout. As they walked through the store, in the frozen section, right underneath one of the fans and AC units, Alexa let her shoulders relax and her body slump. Ahhhhhhh, just pure icy cold bliss on a hot, hot day. All her muscles relaxed at the sensation. A warm stream of pee filled her diaper as she felt the tension ooze out of her. It wasn't until Pearl leaned over to whisper to Alexa that she realized what had happened. She'd been squeezing Pearl's hand tightly. "Need a change?" Alexa, horrified at not having realized she'd used her diaper, nodded in a glum fashion. "Shit." Both women said and thought to themselves at the same time, realizing that Pearl didn't have Diana's supplies, and that Alexa definitely hadn't remembered said supplies on her way out the door. Not an end of the world scenario, but Alexa was not enjoying the idea of having a clammy diaper on her. Pearl didn't dally around, heading around down the aisle of the adult incontinence products, making Alexa's eyes go wide as she grabbed a few things from the shelves. "P-p-pearl, I think we can wai-....." Alexa tried not to make a scene. She felt like a billion eyes must've been on them. Sweat formed on her neck. "Oh Lex, please sweetie, I already know what's going to come out of that mouth." Pearl said it so dismissively but kindly that Alexa wasn't able to articulate a good response. "Nobody cares if I leak from my chest or you leak down below. So what. Come on, we don't have time for dramatics, do we?" Thus Alexa was freshly changed in the boot of Pearl's van, laying next to the groceries they had just bought together. As Pearl changed Alexa into a poorly fitting, low-grade medical diaper, she recalled that Alexa most certainly had her own diaper bag. She let her silent eye roll go unnoticed by Alexa Alexa made no complaint of being changed in a relatively public setting like this. Tsk Tsk, Alexa, we'll have to remind you about your diaper bag going forward, Pearl thought to herself. It may have been around early mid-day by the time they walked into the game store. Alexa eagerly rushed over to the corner which contained games for both of the consoles Pearl had so graciously gifted her. Two games grabbed her eyes, before one of the workers decided to intervene at what looked to be a minor about to purchase games while above her age range. Pearl's chest made significant complaint at the extreme rush of baby powder which had filled the back of her car during Alexa's change. She ambled about while Alexa grabbed a game or two. "Sweetie, unfortunately you'll have to have mom approve those games. Let me just take those over to her to see what she thinks...." The worker said, grabbing the edge of the plastic cases, with Alexa's fingers stiffening to stop the worker. "I'm an adult." Alexa said, annoyed. "She is." Pearl backed her up. The worker, undeterred, asked for an ID. Alexa produced her ID. The worker shook their head. "This is another countries ID. Which means I can't accept it. I need to see a passport, or your mothers ID." Pearl was annoyed. Alexa's distressed/annoyed/pissed off faces, were, for some reason, making her breasts kick into over-drive and dribble out. She hadn't worn a padded bra, meaning Alexa saw little splotches form on the front of her white shirt. Her stomach unknowingly growled. Pearl flashed her ID like a police badge to the worker, quickly yanking it back and paying for the games. She waved Alexa to buy a few games from some pile in the center which had discounted, less popular releases in it. Alexa obliged, not looking at what she was purchasing. Alexa was back in her car-seat playing on the new mobile console games she just purchased. Something had stuck into her back while being strapped in. It was the pacifier. Unconsciously, Alexa slipped it into her mouth while her teeth ground it to dust. Later, she'd contemplate why she did that, without a solid answer. So too did she not have a solid answer for why she peed into her diaper and rubbed against the one belt unknowingly. Pearl rushed the two of them upstairs, literally tugging Alexa along by her wrist. In no time at all, Pearl had stripped herself and Alexa into their respective undergarments. She sat on the edge of Alexa's crib. "Pearl, I..." Alexa was shivering cold. She hadn't fought being stripped, just from how confusing the whole situation was. Not confusing. Just, Pearl was never this knowingly forceful. "No time for this talking Alexa, I'm fit to burst!" Pearl said it with force behind those words, grabbing Alexa and bear hugging her. Their flesh merged together. Alexa felt her body begin to go limp in Pearl's arms. She wasn't exactly at the point where she gave up her struggles entirely when Pearl became a madwoman, but she was nearing the point. Beyond the sounds of suckles and satisfied sighs, the room was dead quiet. Until Alexa began to pee into her diaper. Alexa's eyes were shut. Unconsciously, however, her hand began to snake itself between the millimeters of space opened up between Alexa and Pearl's flesh. It found the front of Alexa's diaper. The tapes were done tight enough that shoving her hand down the front would have been impossible. As she peed herself, Alexa's hand began to slowly make circles and figure eights on the front of her diaper, pressing down to grind her clit. Her suckling sped up as her fingers drew more impassioned shapes. Alexa could feel the bubble coming up, ready to explode. Until Pearl had to go and fuck it up again. "Uhm, what're you doing?" Pearl said, grabbing Alexa's wrist roughly. "Are you playing with yourself?" Alexa gurgled a noise back, Pearl's other free hand pressing her tighter against her bosom. "Alexa. Don't do that again. I am not into women. I....lets put those desires into a little box, alright?" Pearl said it, Alexa not able to do much except get another bout of milk down her throat as she nodded. "And when Miss Pearl is around, that box is closed shut." The remaining time was spent awkwardly quiet, back to suckles and sighs. Once Alexa was drunk on milk, and Pearl emptied out, she felt a bit more charitable. "Alexa, I didn't realize that....does Diana do that for you? You know, touch you. Or uhm, do you touch her?" Pearl wasn't too sure of herself by this point. What Alexa had said earlier seemed to ring a bit hollow when Alexa's first instinct was to begin playing with herself. Alexa rubbed her temples and belly. "No? Not exactly." She didn't feel like explaining her and the buzz toy. It was embarrassing in the moment, and horrifying to explain after. "I'm sorry Pearl. I didn't realize what was happening, and my brain moved so quick, and my hand was down there, and it's been a stressful past few...." Alexa and Pearl made up, with both a bit less cagey. Pearl especially. She gave the front of Alexa's diapers a pat and pointed at Alexa's head. "Let's keep all our sexy thoughts in here when Miss Pearl is around, and use these just as your potty." If only to get Pearl out of the house, Alexa agreed. She'd think on that humiliating scene a bit later. No time for that at the moment. Finally. All the time in the world to relax by herself, sighed Alexa as she lay back on her not-a-crib. Her hand started snaking down so she could finally, finally, finally get some relief. Then the doorbell rang again.

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Penne Bake 

*After a long wait, here's a new chapter! Not that I think many were waiting on this but still. Enjoy or hate either way I enjoy feedback, thank you.*                                Chapter 5                    Granny's Choice          Natalie watched was Alice led them through each set while Granny held her on her hip. Each step and each crinkle was embarrassing but at the same time kinda nice to be this close to granny. As far as Natalie remembered Granny moved fast, never anywhere for too long. She always had meetings or plans, but today just felt different. Hanging onto granny Natalie was almost feeling relaxed like when grandpa was still alive and granny would hold her all the time. Natalie settled down by the end of the tour even if the top of her diaper was sticking out the back of her shorts. She could feel her shirt had risen up but couldn't fix it and hold onto Granny.    Alice led them through the 8 or so sets that were set up, and going into details about each ones functions and how she made them. Granny and mommy asked questions and chit chatted with Alice on how she did all this. Addy also looked around but didn't care much hanging onto mommy about the grown up talk. She loved looked at the sets and of course giggled at Natalie's diaper showing especially with the last set being the nursery set.  "Mommy you can change Natalie here." Addy giggles to mommy. Causing Alice, Granny, and Natalie to all look at Addy. Mommy hushed her with a giggle. Alice and granny giggled as well. Natalie pouted and let out a whine. "I don't need a diaper change. I don't even need a diaper I'm not some baby! I'm a big girl. This is just silly I..." Natalie whined out pausing as she sees Alice smirk. Natalie quickly remembers the deal, Alice doesn't tell mommy about the secret as long as Natalie agrees that she wears her diapers all day with no exceptions.  "Sorry I'm just uh... sleepy I guess." Natalie quietly says.  To which granny giggles.  "Well believe it or not I'm in no rush today. So how about you relax for 10 minutes. Me and your mommy will do our pictures with Alice for a bit first then we'll come get you and Addy. How's that sound?" Granny say looked not only to Natalie but the others as well.  Everyone was a bit shocked when Granny said she wasn't in a rush but all agreed.  "Addy why don't you go swing on those swings on the playground set, just don't go crazy ok?" Alice says gesturing to her and mommy the set that was made to look outdoors and had a swing set and jungle gym. Mommy placed Addy on the ground and the 6 year old took off.  "As for sleepy Natalie I think this would be the most comfortable place to lay down in the studio." Alice says gesturing to the large crib in the nursery set.  Granny and mommy both quietly giggle, but Natalie was shocked. "Wait I'm not that tired, I can go play with Alice. Really I'm not a baby. I'm...." the 10 year old tired to scramble in embarrassment, but was cut off by Granny.  "Well regardless, after your little fit at your sister's joke I think some quiet time alone is good for you to calm down in. We can't be having out bursts like that at your age. Especially if your trying to prove your a big girl regardless of your diaper. Right? You wouldn't be wearing a diaper if you didn't need one, correct Natalie?"  "Y... yes granny. I'll be good and relax quietly. I am a big girl." Natalie blushes hard once more as granny looks into her eyes. "Very well. Because right now between that diaper and your fit, your not showing us you are a big girl. Now do you need a change before I put you down for time out?" Granny says lifting Natalie up off her hip. "No granny..." Natalie says quietly and embarrassed, blushing as granny set her down in the soft pink crib. Where there a teddy bear and soft pink rattle that match the crib bedding. Granny hands the teddy bear off to Natalie. "OK little one, now we'll be back in 10 minutes or so. Be good, and quietly play ok?  Then maybe during the photos you can be a big girl. But that'll be granny's choice ok?" Granny says patting Natalie's head. Natalie couldn't do much but to nod and hold the teddy bear close.  Addy watched the whole scene from the swings giggling the whole time. Addy also loved seeing that Alice was taking pictures of all this. 'Proof sissy really is a baby' she giggles to herself as she watches the grown ups walk away. She waves at Natalie who is now embarrassingly glaring at her from the crib on the nursery set.       

Even though she was called "baby," Maddison didn't mind much at the moment and commented, "I know how hard today was for me; everything that happened was so fast and devastating, but..." Maddison looks up and says, "I don't want to see you in pain; I'm doing this for you."