Alexa's Slow, Bit-by-Bit, Regression

[Jako_Tu]

Hello. I posted excerpts of this story on CHYOA (under the story Alexa's Secret) for the last several years, but honestly, the site's format frustrates me to no end. I've also been posting on DA and The Changing Mirror. A friend on this site recommended I also post here. Below is Part 1 of Alexa's story. Several more have already been posted, and I'll gradually add them here if that's alright with everyone.

Any recommendations on story direction, I'd love to hear. I mean it! This story is a collaborative work where I've had assistance from around a dozen readers on ideas and "realistic" ways to regress our MC.

Please understand awkward formatting is due to the site's episodic nature and my poor maintenance of the entire work.

Summary: This story involves no magical physical or mental age regression, and will never involve them. Alexa is a 24 year old woman who has persistent bladder issues, while being 100/100 on the intelligence scale. With her job, at least, and with some level of hyperbole. She is also incredibly unlucky (0/100, if we keep using RPG stats) in many facets of life. The unluckiness especially is evident with her always being mistaken for a child, which she rarely helps herself with. Alexa is a bit of a perverted netizen, and is bisexual, solely because she is a virgin with no experience. As events conspire throughout the story, Alexa's life will become more and more complicated. There is no, and will never be, any odd scenarios involving anyone under the age of 18 in this story. Do not recommend me anything of the sort. Alexa is of sound mind and has issues with her life due to her unluckiness, short temper, height, youthfulness and poor bladder control. Alexa's Slow, Bit-by-Bit, Regression, is an attempt to answer the question - "How realistic could a humiliation, Mistaken identity, Age Regression and diaper story be without characters who expressly like diapers or have them as a fetish?"

Read on if you like longer stories which attempt to be more "realistic"

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Chapter 1

"A mimosa, please." Alexa said, already pulling out her wallet. The flight attendant checked her ID skeptically, handing it back after a thorough lookover.

"And for you, miss?" She directed it towards the older woman next to Alexa.

"I'm easy. Same as her, please." She said, as the flight attendant nodded and let the two women alone. Briefly Alexa's seat partner began to put her headphones back in, and then spoke up.

"Good choice sweetie. I personally enjoy whiskey on the rocks for a long flight, but you made me try something new." She said, smiling at the girl.

"Thanks. I never fly to much, so I need it." Alexa responded, not really ready to have a full on conversation with the woman. If she could, she would just go back and enjoy her music.

The two, however, made small talk for awhile. Alexa learned her name, Carol, and Carol learned her name, Alexa. Alexa learned she was a mother of three, who had just helped her youngest move in to his second year of university. Carol learned Alexa was a 24-year old (which got a surprised look on her face), who was on an international business trip. Once the drinks arrived, they spoke more, and Alexa gawked at the middle age woman. While she wasn't a model, Alexa certainly did think she could fit into the category of attractive, especially with her tight blouse and hugging pants.

"Funny, I'm headed the same way Lexi. You don't mind if I call you that, do you?" Carol said, sipping on her drink in contrast to Alexa's fast gulp. "I always liked that name, even if I never had girls."

"No problem. As long as I don't have to call you Miss Carol." Alexa said, giving the woman a genuine smile. Her earlier apprehension at talking with the older lady was gone, replaced by enjoyment of hearing her stories. Usually she did not like being called Lexi, but the infusion of alcohol lessened her annoyance at the term. The woman laughed, and smiled back.

"No, I wouldn't even make my sons call me that!" The flight attendant came by. She reappeared once more while the two were talking, giving her a glass of water and another drink.

The two continued conversing. Alexa talked about the book she was reading, and Carol discussed the sappy romance novel she had been so invested in. Both shared their enjoyment at that type of literature. Carol talked about how she had met her husband, Steve, by her love of sappy romance novels. After her second Mimosa, Alexa allowed the flight attendant to cut her off. A big bottle of water replaced the drink, along with a cup of straight orange juice. Not thinking much about all the liquid entering her body, Alexa felt a slight shake in the cabin of the plane.

"No worries folks, just some slight turbulence. Should be the only we encounter on this flight." The captain's voice said, a deep, rich male voice said.

The turbulence got Alexa out of her conversation stupor, as she felt her bladder demanding some release. Getting up from her seat, Alexa felt the plane shake again, and a flight attendant spoke up. "Miss, please wait until the fasten seatbelt light is off before walking around the cabin."

Alexa sat down sheepishly, and Carol gave her a smile of pity. "Comes at the worst time, right?"

"Yep. Hopefully it ends soon." Alexa said, sipping down water as she failed at reassuring herself. Holding her legs together tightly, she continued her small talk with the friendly Carol. She could tell it was most likely obvious to the woman what was wrong with her, but she continued nonetheless. The plane shook again and Alexa put the water bottle between her legs, squeezing it tightly.

The turbulence had only gotten worse, and even the quiet conversation with Carol didn't distract from Alexa's impending meeting with wetting her diaper. Eventually, she felt herself starting to give.

"Yeah, I graduated from..." Alexa choked on the words, and felt a bit of pee trickle out of her bladder. Within a few seconds, her struggle was done. Urine flowed into the diaper, as the somewhat tipsy Alexa unable to do anything but bite her lip in embarrassment. "Yeah, I graduated with a Software Development Degree."

Carol nodded, observing the clearly embarrassed girl. Her hand was holding the water bottle tightly, her teeth were biting her lip, and her entire face was redder than a tomato. On top of that, Carol heard the telltale sign of something leaking out. She was a mother of three, and could tell an accident from anywhere. Surprised the girls pants weren't wet at all, she tried to veer the conversation elsewhere.

"Mhm, that computer stuff goes over my head. Do you feel alright? You're redder than a tomato." Carol said, as Alexa gave her a weak 'yes'. Flagging down the flight attendant, she got the girl a brown bag, and some things to deal with stomach aches. Alexa took both of them, thanking the woman profusely. Swallowing the pills, she tried to play it off like it was just airplane sickness. Carol, from Alexa's point of view, bought the story.

Alexa squirmed in the warm diaper. She never got used to the feeling, even after all these years. Surrounding her waist was pure wetness, paired with a heat that did not feel great on the already stuffy plane. She adjusted her pants, making sure they didn't fall at all. It was unnecessary, seeing as she was seated, but it helped to take her mind off the fact that she was surrounded by unknowing strangers in a very wet diaper.

"This is your captain speaking. The seatbelt light is off. Feel free to move around the cabin." Alexa sighed in relief, and stood up.

"Saved by the bell, right? I've had a few close calls too." Carol said, pulling her feet back for the short girl. Alexa shuffled by, nodding at whatever she said. Grabbing a backpack off the carry-on area, she headed directly to the bathroom.

Carol watched the girl shuffle along with interest. A slight waddle was evident with the girl, and when the pants shifted just right, she could see the outline of what she thought was more than a diaper.

Alexa, meanwhile, made it to the bathroom. Once it was locked, Alexa let the diaper down gently, and let out the tiny dribble of pee into the toilet.

Damnit, she had grabbed the wrong backpack! In it was clearly Carol's possessions. A laptop, charging cables, and some old CD's. Alexa could punch the wall in rage, if she weren't so horrified at the outcome.

Chapter 2

Carol had seen the girl grab the wrong backpack, amused at her slight scramble to quickly get out of the area. If anything had confirmed it to the experienced mother, it was that worried expression on the girls face as she continued down the aisle, compounded with the quickness. Standing up herself, she grabbed Lexis bag, and headed in the same direction.

Alexa was besides herself, not knowing what to do. On the one hand, she could pull the diaper up, and go grab her bag. On the other hand, putting a dirty diaper back on was disgusting, and people would probably stare as she headed to the bathroom again. As she thought, a slight knocking came from outside.

"Occ...oc-occupied!" She stuttered out, staring at the lock.

"You grabbed my bag, not yours. I have your bag. It's me, Carol." The soft voice said on the other side. Alexa felt her heart flutter, feeling saved. About to unlock the door, she stopped herself. "I'll hand over your bag sweetie, no questions asked."

Alexa unlocked the door, pulling up her athletic pants to cover her modesty...

Carol slid right inside, her motherly figure needing a fair amount of room to get through the door. Alexa felt herself back up in the small bathroom, not knowing what to do. Carol locked the door right behind her, and gave her an awkward look.

"Sorry about that, a flight attendant was coming. I couldn't really keep standing there." She said uncomfortably, placing Alexa's bag down in front of her.

"Oh, it's...uhm. Thanks for bringing my bag." Alexa said sheepishly. Her hand stayed on her pulled back up pants, and both women looked at each other as the sound of heels walked right by.

"Do you need help changing?" Carol said, blunt as could be. Alexa's reddening face made her backtrack a bit. "Sorry, I'm not trying to be weird. A mother knows these things, and you're not the greatest at hiding them Lexi."

"Well, uhm, I should be alright." Alexa said, reaching down the grab her bag. "Thanks though Carol." Using both hands, she realized too late that her pants would drop without support. Carol looked down, seeing the nearly soaked through diaper, and looked back up at the mortified girl. Both said very little as Alexa stumbled through her bag, looking for a replacement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We're going to have to make an emergency landing at the nearest airport. Ground control thinks it isn't safe enough for us to continue flying. Please fasten your seatbelts, we'll be updating you soon with more information." The same rich male voice said over the intercom, as Alexa shuddered a bit. Great. Already today was a terrible day, what with being diapered by someone else, and having to fly on a plane. Now they were doing an emergency landing! It was a series of very, very terrible events.

Alexa felt herself sinking into a pit of despair, grabbing onto her pant legs nervously. Her breathing became slightly labored, and she felt something touch her on the shoulder. A voice broke through her anxiety, and she listened to it.

"It'll be alright, Lexi. Don't worry so much, landings like this happen all the time." Carol's voice said, rubbing the nervous girls shoulder heavily. For Carol, it reminded her of helping her boys relax before a game, or how she frequently helped her oldest to stop crying. Whatever the case, it was all too easy for Carol to coax the girl to relax a bit.

"Really? I...absolutely hate flying.." Alexa said, not feeling as nervous at the prospect. Carol's handed moved down her shoulder, and onto Alexa's back, rubbing it in circles. Nervousness became just a bit of anxiety, and eventually, Alexa relaxed a bit. A flight attendant came by, the shaking of the plane having eased heavily.

"Drinks?" It was the same flight attendant as before. She didn't question Alexa's antsy request for a beer, nor Carol's request for water. Alexa slugged back the beer, munching on the pretzels the girl had given her. Carol let her alone for the time, but once Alexa had finished chugging it down, she smiled at her and spoke up.

Conversation flowed more easily between the two, and Alexa found herself slowly forgetting that she was even on a plane. Carol's offer of some snacks and water helped her as well, with the granola bars allowing her to munch on something else. In no time, Alexa felt a slight shock as the plane's wheels hit the ground. Surprised, she looked out the window, polishing off what remained of Carol's water.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have landed. Please standby for further updates as we pull into the terminal. Please stay seated at this time." A female voice announced, as Alexa stared in amazement. It was horrible out there, worse then any storm Alexa had ever been in. Slowly the plane worked its way around the runway, and Alexa felt a familiar hand on her shoulder.

"Told ya. Listen to us ol' geezers every once in awhile." Carol said, causing both the women to laugh. In no time, Alexa found herself getting out of her seat, as deboarding began. A twinge in her bladder and bowels reminded her that she would need to head to a bathroom. Flight attendants apologized to the passengers as they left, and Alexa felt herself follow Carol, as if by instinct. Taking a seat in the terminal, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness we're on the ground, right Lexi?" Carol said, getting a nod back from the clearly nervous girl. Both sat near each other, getting the notification that a new plane would be boarding hours later, if the storm stopped.

Chapter 3

As Alexa sat in the uncomfortable airport seat, she let the feeling of stress ooze out of her. In a second, she'd get up to go use the bathroom, but for now, letting herself take a breath wouldn't hurt. Just as she was opening her eyes to get up and stretch, a large masked figure ran down the row. Grabbing Alexa and a man's bag, he bolted off. Immediately Alexa and the man stood up, beginning to chase the thief. Carol followed soon after, her long legs letting her catch up to Alexa in no time.

"Alexa. Chasing him like a superhero won't work. We need to get security." Carol said, the commanding voice of reason convincing the panting Alexa. In about a minute, they found an airport security guard, who was a bored looking young woman sitting at a desk. Her eyes opened in excitement at hearing Carol explain the events. Calling a code '902' over the intercom, she directed Carol, Alexa, and the unnamed young man to head to the main security office, on the other side of the airport.

"What if we miss our flight?" Alexa muttered to herself, standing there as Carol and the man walked away.

"Lexi, we won't miss our flight. Let's get your stuff back." Carol said, taking Alexa's hand semi-forcefully and pulling her along. Alexa let herself be manhandled a bit, and she found herself walking with her hand in Carol's on the way to the office.

Carol and Alexa made light conversation with the man as they walked to the security office. University student in his 4th year, going back to college for the fall. As they got near to the security office, he let Carol take the lead, as she explained the situation to another bored looking worker. Perking up, he escorted the group back into an office.

"Right. I'm Richard Naom, but you can just call me Rich if you want. Head of security for the airport. Could you all please give your testimony for the record, just so we know?" A large, older looking man said to them. He sat in a well worn chair, stereotypically munching on donuts. The young man, Devin, explained his story first, with Alexa beginning to explain the exact same story until someone opened the door to the room.

"Chief! Just had someone throw a bag at the head of Naomi. Got the perp." A panting lanky girl said, causing the man to stand up.

"Right, I think that's related to you. Can all of you hold tight while I go deal with this? Help yourself to some waters or donuts, this may take a bit." The man said bluntly, proceeding out of the room without taking any responses.

Alexa, Carol and Devin all looked around. Squeezing her legs together, Alexa tried to hold in her urge to pee. There was definitely a bathroom somewhere in the security station, but just as she was about to get up to go find one, Devin spoke up.

"So you where are you two headed? Mother daughter vacation?" He said, grabbing one of the donuts from the box. Offering it to Carol and Alexa, he let them make a choice. Carol spoke up in response.

"Not exactly. Lexi's on a business trip, I just dropped my youngest off at college." Carol said, handing the group waters from a mini fridge.

Conversation flowed easily between the group, especially once Devin realized Alexa was older then first thought. If she didn't know better, she definitely would think the man was flirting with her. Chugging down some water, and taking an offered coffee, she responded to Devin's question.

"Software Development, yep. Never hated hardware, it's just not my biggest thing.." She said, taking another one of the donuts from the box. Her nervousness and need to pee was making her munch or chug whatever was offered. Devin began to respond to her comment, but the door opened. The formerly well put together Chief looked a bit stressed, and seemed surprised at the group still in his office.

"I'm sorry, I nearly forgot about you all." He said, catching his breath. Once he was situated, he began to plod through his explanation. "That man who grabbed both your bags assaulted one our officers with one of them."

"My goodness, is the officer alright?" Carol said, hand covering her mouth.

"Well, it was a head injury, but he'll survive. We also recovered one of the bags, it seems like he tossed it right after getting it." The Chief said, as a lower officer came in with the aforementioned bag. Devin smiled in shock, and made quick work of examining the bag. "Everything in there?" Devin nodded in response.

"Miss...?" The Chief said, motioning to Carol.

"Carol's fine." Carol said, as he nodded back. Her voice became just a bit lighter and nicer.

"Well, your daughters bag is currently being seized for evidence. I can't tell you how long that might take..." He said, sipping his coffee. His face betrayed the fact that he was waiting to be chewed out by a pissed parent.

"Well, she has important things in there. Why is it evidence in the first place?" Carol said, her formerly friendly tone gone.

"It hit an officer in the head. I couldn't imagine a simpler form of evidence of assault." He replied, finishing his coffee.

"Okay, well, have the bag then. We want the contents. I can call my atto-..." Carol said, as the chief sighed. Putting up his hands in defeat, he got comfortable again in the chair.

"Fine, fine. Don't get all lawyery on me. I'll see what I can do." He said, as Carol smugly nodded back. The look up 'mother proven right' on her evident.

Alexa, meanwhile, was shocked at the whole turn of events. Her bag being used as an assault weapon. Then 'becoming' Carol's daughter. Now, Carol gave away her bag, so she could have the contents. Finally, Carol had won against a police chief, and seemed openly happy. The shy Alexa found it impossible to do, dominating a conversation as much as Carol had.

"Before I go, question for you two youngins." The man said gruffly, pointing at Devin and Alexa.

Both nodded, Devin having scooted closer to Alexa. It did not go unnoticed by Carol, as she watched and observed him obviously flirting with the girl. Her attention went back to the Security Chief.

"Well, the state has this new thing of voluntarily taking the photo of victims. Called 'Victims of Crime.' Supposed to be a fancy new AI or computer thing, puts all the faces into one big combination. While, uh, I'd really appreciate if you did it." The man said, clearly not enjoying asking for a favour from either young adult. Both looked at each other, then Carol, then back to the Security Chief.

Devin was fine with it. He liked Alexa. Just the right level of nerdy, a bit shy, and cute. Just out of college. Sure, what she wore right now didn't frame her the best, but he could tell her ass was to kill for under those sweats. Spending more time with her, whether it was for some silly photo or whatever, didn't matter much.

Alexa was intrigued by the mention of tech, but also desperately needed the bathroom. It wasn't to an 'accident' point, not yet. But it certainly wasn't to the level that she was comfortable with being near. Those donuts gurgled in her stomach, mixing with the coffee and alcohol to press against her bladder and bowels. Looking to Carol, she received little aid. All together, she didn't know what to do.

"I'm fine with doing it, if its quick." Alexa said, as Devin nodded. The man sighed in relief.

"Thank the lord. We get shit..." Casting a glance at Carol, he huffed a bit. "'cuse my language. We get crap from the local PD guys for never getting anybody."

Carol stayed in the room as Alexa and Devin followed the Chief. Holding her stomach a bit, she giggled slightly as Devin mocked his walk. While they waited for the man to do whatever he needed to do, they continued talking their interest. Devin let Carol talk about finding a job, and he continued with talking about stuff going on in college. All together, it was helping Alexa forget that she desperately needed a toilet. Eventually, the man came back into the small room.

"Alright, you first." He said to Devin. Devin let himself be seated in the small white chair.

"3...2...1. Smile. All good." The chief said.

Alexa stood up. Not talking or having her mind taken off of the fact that she needed the bathroom was making the sensations in her stomach horrible. Devins gaze followed her around the room, and Alexa got comfortable in the chair.

"3...2...1..." The voice said to Alexa, as she tried her best to stare forward and not mess her diaper.

Whether the stress of having her bag stolen, or just her bad diet over the past few hours, Alexa knew it was a losing battle. The second the Chief said "Smile!", Alexa's diaper was already being flooded and filled. Very quickly, the little space was taken up by all the junk she had eaten earlier, and the alcohol, coffee and water leaked itself into the padding. Alexa bit her lip, knowing full well it must've been obvious. Her face red with shame, she tried not moving at all. The warmness emanating from both sides of her diaper distracted her, but she tried her best to ignore it. Another thought dawned on her: that photo must've been mid-accident, capturing her lip bite, and nervous push. God, that....couldn't get out. Alexa was powerless as the Chief walked out of the room.

Devin stared at Alexa. Rosy cheeks, biting her lip, silent. It was like she was waiting for him to do something. Feeling his phone vibrate, he nearly gasped as he realized he had missed the new flight arrival time. His plane left the airport in 20 minutes. He had to get out of here!

It hit him. This was the moment. Alexa looked like she was waiting for him to make the move. Standing up, he walked over to her with as much confidence as he could.

"Alexa. My plane leaves soon." He said awkwardly.

"That's...great news Devin!" She said, the blush deepening. Devin knew it, she was embarrassed to make the first move.

"Well, uhm. Before I go. Here's my number." Devin said, handing the girl a small napkin with his phone number. A part of him wavered, and he felt an odd surge of confidence. Alexa looked at him with pure red cheeks, surprised at his actions.

Devin leaned over, kissing the girl right onto her lip. His hand drifted down near her sweatpants. It was over in a second. He said nothing more to her except 'Have a safe flight.'. Leaving the room, he felt his entire body redden. Had he really just done that? His hand felt like it burned from touching her ass, like it was hot. It was just in his mind, of course. He rushed to his next flight.

Chapter 4

Left alone in the room, Alexa was completely breathless. Had she just got the number from a cute guy, who then proceeded to kiss her? Right after she had messed her diaper like some idiot!? Her whole body felt warm, and it wasn't just from her diaper. Fluttery butterflies floated in her stomach, and she knew her face must be redder then a tomato. On a screen near her, she witnessed the picture that had been taken of her. It looked...normal, all things considered. She was biting her lip, and her face was just a bit scrunched. But hopefully, they just thought she was in a bit of pain.

Alexa floated back to Carol. The woman sat in the office, surprised at Alexa's face.

"You look like you've seen a ghost. What's wrong?" Carol said, getting up and holding Alexa's cheeks.

"Devin, he..." Alexa said, hoping not to mention her accident. "He kissed me and gave me his number."

"Wow. Good job Lexi. I could tell you two were hitting it off!" Carol said, hugging the red faced girl. As she hugged the girl, a very faint odor made itself known to her nose.

"Did you, uh....well do you need a new one." Carol said, as Alexa's face was graced by genuine confusion. Her shame came with realization, and she merely nodded. As she began to speak, the Chief came back.

"Ladies, we got the contents of the bag back. If you'll follow me." He said, gesturing for the two.

Alexa waddled as best she good with the filled diaper, and Carol followed behind as well. A slight smile played itself across her face, as she remembered the many diaper changes she used to do. What was one more?

"No, it's not all here. I'm missing my contact case, my wallet, and....some clothing." Alexa said in the evidence room, shaking her head a bit.

"Well, we found the wallet actually. This yours?" A policemen said, pushing over a familiar brown wallet. Alexa nodded, pocketing it.

"Right. Well, we'll give you a voucher for the cost of the bag, contact case, and clothes. If you ladies will come with me, we can finish sorting out this mess." The Chief said, as both women followed him.

"What were the clothes again?" He said, writing out something on a small form. Alexa, standing awkwardly so as to not mush the filled diaper down. What would she say? Her diapers? Silence held in the air.

"It was undergarments. That's all." Carol filled the silence, holding onto Alexa's laptop and notepads. Alexa silently thanked Carol for the intersession.

"Understood. Pricey stuff. Should cover more then the cost of everything." He said, finishing scribbling. Pulling out a card from the desk, he gave it to Carol. "That should be loaded with cash now, courtesy of the airport. I added some extra for helping me out with the photos."

Carol gave a happy goodbye to the Police chief, who watched her swaying ass leave like a hawk. Alexa followed behind, her slight waddle evident. The Chief shook his head. 'Like mother, like daughter.'

"So, we need to get you changed. I'm sure one of these stores has exactly what we are looking for." Carol said, sitting down on a bench. For obvious reasons, Alexa stayed standing. Once Carol finished putting Alexa's belonging in her bag, she stood up and took Alexa's hand. "Let's go."

After two stores, which merely had snacks and assorted airport memorabilia, Alexa was close to tears. Was she going to be stuck in this dirty diaper forever? The warmness was fading, becoming squishy cold muckiness near her ass. If she weren't focused on walking, the sensation would've made her stop and run into a corner.

Carol herself was worried. The girl was her charge now, and clearly she needed help. But what would she do if no di...

"Ah ha!" Carol muttered to herself, standing in front of the pack of diapers. They were tucked away in the 3rd shop, but there was plenty of them. Next to them was some changing supplies like baby wipes and powder. For Alexa, it felt like heaven had come down to earth and saved her from her current situation. For Carol, it was merely a matter of scanning the different packs. What had she made Calvin wear....all those years ago? Hmphm. Extra absorbency. Snug. Cute critters. Thinking briefly, and not consulting the fidgeting Alexa, Carol grabbed the pack she thought was best, and handed it to Alexa. Conveniently, a backpack was in the row above the diapers, and Carol grabbed that as well.

Alexa stood there, letting Carol take charge. Staring at the pack of diapers, she internally struggled a bit. 'Extra-Absorbency, Cute Designs, Flower Scent. Like three huggies in one!'. That was definitely...not what she ever liked to wear. She wore slim, thin, white diapers. But Carol looked like she knew what she was doing, so Alexa merely stood there.

The person at the counter said nothing, ringing up the backpack, diapers, and changing supplies without so much as a comment. Carol went to swipe the card, but hesitated.

"Lexi, grab another pack of those for me dear." Carol said, taking the pack from Alexa. She nodded, and mechanically grabbed another one. Thanking her, Carol finished the transaction. Stuffing all the supplies into a bag, she gave the bag to Alexa, who promptly put it on her back. Taking her hand back, Carol guided her to the nearest family bathroom, and locked the door.

"Whew. I'm glad we found a pair of those. Sorry if I was being a bit bossy there, it's been awhile since I've gone into 'Mom Mode' for a situation like yours." Carol said, placing her own bag down and helping Alexa to get hers off. "Here, hop up onto the changing station."

"Oh, it's alright Carol. I can change this one..." Alexa said, not eager to let the woman see her privates again.

"Really Lexi, it's no bother. Here, hop up." Carol said, patting the spot again. Alexa didn't even think she'd fit on the thing, let alone not break it with her weight. With a lift from the hips by Carol, she was up on it. Strangely enough, it was just strong enough to hold up the mortified and blushing Alexa. Neither Alexa nor Carole could remember the last time they had done something like this.

"Shoes off, pants coming down." Carol said, pulling down the respective items. Alexa's diaper was filled to nearly full, the whiteness replaced by a transparent gleam of yellow and brown. The filled diaper was going to be a nightmare to get off, and just as Carol was about to tear the tapes, Alexa heard the ringer on her phone. Carol reached down and grabbed it, fumbling through the sweatpants pockets and handing it to Alexa.

Mouthing 'work' to Carol, Alexa took the call. Missing a call from Mr. Yawena was one way to get on his shitlist, and she never had done so before.

"Ms. Johnson! I have heard your plane has been delayed." The older man said, as Alexa felt Carol breaking the tapes on her diaper. Responding hastily, Alexa kept a conversation with the older man going, hoping to disguise the noise from the change. About her presentation, spots to visit in the city, his old colleagues at the company, etc.

The whole time, Carol was slowly wiggling Alexa out of the diaper. Raising Alexa's ass a bit, she slid it out from under her. A barrage of wiping with wet wipes followed, and Alexa bit her lip to continue a gasp of shock from how cold they felt. Her boss continued, confirming her itinerary as Alexa was cleaned up. Once that was finished, babypowder followed, and Carol made sure to use a profuse amount. Alexa looked red in some areas, and hopefully she had caught it before a rash would come. Turning her hip, Alexa shivered as the baby powder went between her cheeks.

Once that was done, Carol tore open a pack of the diapers. Alexa's eyes bulged a bit at the size of the pink things. They weren't massive, but they certainly were huge compared to the diaper which lay in the wastebin. Working it under Alexa, Carol got it positioned well enough that she felt comfortable taping it up. Just as she was finished taping it up, Alexa's call was rapping up as well.

"Ms. Johnson, I'll let you to it. Just a bit of advice: I used to be a young buck like you. Make sure, even with your age, you act like the adult you deserve to be treated like. I know you're one of the brightest at the company." He said, with Alexa responding quickly.

"Yes Mr. Yawena, I will act like the adult I deserve to be treated like." Alexa said, knowing full well that her boss liked to hear his words repeated back to him verbatim, even as she was taped into the diaper like someone of many less years. The line went dead, and Alexa placed the phone down on the changing station. Carol pulled Alexa's pants back up, and ran a finger around the edge of the diaper.

"Whew, it's been awhile since I've had to do that! How's it feel." Carol asked, helping Alexa onto the ground. Walking around in the new thick pink pillow, Alexa tried her best not to waddle. It was a much bigger struggle then she would've hoped, but the sweatpants gave her some hiding space. Thankfully, the cutesy cartoon designs were known only to Alexa, who would've been horrified if that were revealed.

"Comfy." Alexa said truthfully. "Thicker then my usual ones." Redness filled her cheeks. "Not that I wear these all the time, I um,...only sometimes."

Rolling her eyes at Alexa's comment, Carol opened up the second pack of diapers. "You're fine, I'm sure you're not the only person in the world who needs 'em. Now, let me get your bag sorted."

Sorting it so the diapers would be hidden below the powder and wipes, Carol felt something in one of the pockets. Hmphm. Weird. It was like a rope. Pulling it out, Carol realized what it was, and confirmed her suspicion once she noticed the big metal ring on the bag. The 'rope' was a leash for the bag, which oddly enough was a kids bag. Carol hadn't noticed that before. Huffing a bit in amusement, Carol threw the rope back into the backpack, and zipped it up.

Alexa, comfortable once more, got her new backpack on and stretched a bit. With a new diaper, and a good phone call with her boss, she felt like a new woman. Especially once she remembered that crumbled phone number in her pocket, and the kiss from earlier. Following behind Carol, she stopped off for some coffee and dinner. Their new plane wouldn't be arriving for a few hours anyway, and she needed to stretch her legs.

Alexa sat as comfortable as one might in a plastic airport chair. Her laptop was playing some trashy romcom to fill the air. Carol sat next to her. Sipping on her decaf coffee, Alexa slowly nodded her head a bit. Placing her laptop in her bag, she knew she'd take a nap and was worried her movement might make it fall on the ground. After another sip of the coffee, she completely passed out in the chair, tuckered out after a stressful past few hours.

Carol was taking a call from her husband. Standing up, she went to get some steps in. Lexi would be fine sitting there, taking naptime. Pinching herself a bit, Carol reminded herself that Alexa was not her daughter, merely a girl in need of some help. She shouldn't think of naptime in relation to her, especially since she was an adult woman.

Carol stride down the airport, enjoying hearing her husbands voice.

As Alexa slept, a woman sat down next to her. Stressed, lost, and quite annoyed at her husband, the woman finally was able to take a breather from dealing with an idiot husband and 5 children. Not noticing the similarities between her daughter Joan's diaper bag and Alexa's bag, she too let herself laze around. Alexa stirred a bit, and the woman stayed still. Her phone vibrated.

'Hun. I meant Gate A-17. Not Gate D-17. Mistype, sorry.' The text from her husband read. Huffing a bit, she stood up. Grabbing her bag, she quickly slung it on her shoulders, annoyed at the change in plans, and also ignoring the change in weight with the bag.

Chapter 5

The problem with the bag swap wasn't realized till hours later, when the woman was nearly landing at her flight. Opening it up to get a wipe, she was puzzled at the complete and utter absence of anything beyond a laptop and changing supplies. Taking the laptop out, she was puzzled a bit. Thankfully, their was contact information on the bottom of the laptop, laminated cute pink text 'If Found, Please Contact Alexa Johnson at alexa.johnson@email.com'.

Just when had she swapped out her child's diaper and clothing bag for a bag with diapers and a laptop?

Alexa struggled to wake up and get out of the plastic seat. Being shook like there was an earthquake certainly helped rouse her. Opening her eyes like a madwoman, she stared right at Carol.

"Plane's beginning boarding in a few. Sorry to wake you from your nap." The woman said, handing Alexa her bag.

Groggy and none too pleased at being roused from dream world, Alexa shook out the tenseness, and got her backpack on.

"Did you need a change at all?" Carol whispered, receiving a shaking head from Alexa. Nodding in reply to Alexa, they both heard their group called.

Carol's ticket scanned fine, as did Alexa's. The flight attendant briefly stopped the two, speaking directly to Carol.

"Miss, just so you're aware: our airport has a policy that any leashed backpacks must be held by the guardian at all times. Otherwise there is a tripping hazard." The woman said to Carol, as both Alexa and Carol looked at the woman confused. As if on autopilot, Carol grabbed the leash and proceeded with Alexa.

Both were confused. Alexa wondered if Carol put the leash on the bag, and Carol wondered if Alexa had put the leash on the bag. Neither had the desire to ask, stemming from tiredness, so they maintained the awkward situation until they reached their seats. Carol got the bag off Alexa, and helped her into her seat. Without much prompting at all, Alexa passed out in her seat, fading back into dreamworld.

Carol took the precious few minutes remaining to respond to a few emails and texts. The plane soon lifted off, and Alexa's head bobbed over onto Carol's shoulder. The sky was clear, a night sky ready to be flown through, and Carol stared out the window, half asleep herself.

Alexa slowly felt a bump, then a slight tremor, then stillness. Blinking a bit, she tried to get herself situated. Her mouth was dry as hell, alongside the fact that she was sitting uncomfortably. Her neck was leaning on Carol, and she straightened up a bit. Once she was feeling more awake, she looked out the window.

Blackness. Beneath it was most likely the ocean. Checking her watch, Alexa realized the plane had been flying for a few hours at this point. It had to have been, with how uncomfortable Alexa's back felt, and the time on the watch.

Paging one of the flight attendants, she asked for a mimosa and some water. The girl looked at her quizzically, until she produced an ID. After that, she smiled and returned with the requested drinks. Alexa greedily suckled down the water, with the attendant taking the trash and replacing the water after a minute or so. Sipping on her mimosa, she let herself get comfortable.

Carol was asleep, as graceful as ever. Around her waist felt like a cloud. Someone had draped a standard blue blanket over her while she slept, which Alexa kept on her body. Getting bored with moving in and out of sleep, Alexa shimmed her way around the sleeping mother and to her carry on. Grabbing the new bag, she remembered how Carol had stuffed the diapers to the bottom, which would hide her the embarrassment of them spilling out. Still, just to hide her shame a bit, Alexa took the bag back to her seat with her, even as cramped as it might be.

Popping open the bag, Alexa was shocked when her laptop wasn't visible. Instead, Ziploc bags of a young girls clothing, diapers, changing supplies, snacks...more girls clothing....

Sitting at home, the woman who had accidently grabbed Alexa's bag bit her knuckle. Emailing someone who might think their laptop was stolen would be helpful, but what if that person just stole her bag instead? It was a mess, and one she only had had the time to get around to once she was done putting her kids to bed.

'Miss Johnson,

Please respond at your earliest convenience. I believe we may have mistakenly swapped bags by some chance at the airport. Apologies for the email out of the blue.'

The mother of 5 pressed send, and shut her laptop. Hopefully, just hopefully, she'd find a way to get the laptop back.

Alexa's inbox received and processed the mail, which awaited someone with an internet connection to view it.

Meanwhile, thousands of feet up in the air above an ocean, Alexa was in full panic mode. The bag was labeled (with pink sharpie) 'Joan's Bag' on one of the inner seams, but other then that, there was no identifiable information. While she didn't want to wake Carol, her panicked state made it easy to shake her. The woman's eyes shot up in a few seconds, and she looked at Alexa with concern.

"What's wrong?" She said, clearing her throat. A whisper followed. "Do you need a change?"

"No, Carol. Someone....my bag..." Alexa said, words sputtering out but not making sense. Carol took the bag from Alexa's hands, and looked through it. Young girl's clothing. Diapers. Same company as Lexi's. Changing supplies. Snacks. More clothes. Nothing.

"Did you grab the wrong bag?" Carol whispered to Alexa, not trying to cause a scene.

"No, I...I thought I had the right one. My laptop! It was in that bag." Alexa said, her voice quivering with worry. Carol realized the bigger task was stopping Alexa from crying and causing a scene. Rubbing the girls back, she tried her best to assuage her worries.

"Did you have anyway to contact you in the bag? An email, anything of the sort?" Carol asked, placing the bags at her legs as she rested Alexa's head against her shoulder, rubbing her back in circles.

"My-my laptop has my email written on the bottom." Alexa said, her quiver correcting itself. A flight attendant came by as the girl relaxed, refilling her mimosa, and grabbing a drink for Carol as well.

"Listen, I'm sure it's just a mix-up. You'll get your laptop back and they'll get their daughters stuff back. For now, there is nothing we can do." Carol said, as Alexa nodded. The girl went back to gulping down her mimosa's, like on the first flight. Carol rooted through the bag a bit more, and nearly pulled out a diaper into the open.

Alexa put her hand over it, stopping Carol from taking it into public view. "Carol, please. Just, uh, keep them in there." Looking at the frequent red face that Alexa had, Carol relented. The girl clearly was horrified by the thought of being associated with diapers, and Carol wasn't cruel.

Sitting down in the seat, Alexa felt a slight twinge in her bladder. Right. Time to get up.

"Another one, miss?" The flight attendant asked, which got a thumbs up from Alexa.

Now she had to sit here and wait for the drink to come back.....

"I actually have movies on my laptop, I think. If you're bored." Carol said, zipping up the backpack and placing it back in the storage area overhead. Taking her bag down, she zipped it open and pulled out her laptop.

Alexa was more then happy to sit and watch whatever movies were available, if only to turn her brain off for a bit. Once she got the drink down, she'd get up and use the bathroom, then watch some movies.

"Attention all aboard, this is captain speaking. We'll be serving our breakfast service in the next few minutes. The attendants will have a menu for you. Please enjoy." A squeaky woman's voice said over the intercom.

Alexa hadn't been able to get out of her seat. First, it was getting her drink. Then, Carol put the laptop on her lap and helped her find the movies. By the time that was done, breakfast was coming around and Alexa had to choose what she wanted. That came out too quick for her to nip to the bathroom, and she and Carol were watching some silly romcom. Both were laughing, and Alexa took Carol's leftover muffin and fruit, munching on it. A flight attendant gave the group seconds, which Alexa accepted with little thought.

The only thing that reminded Alexa of the fact that she ever even needed the bathroom was the movie ending. By that point, it was like Alexa had turned off a switch. She went from laser focus onto a movie, to realizing she better get up and use the bathroom. As she stood up, the laptop lurched forward, and Alexa found herself covered in the remains of the breakfast meal, chocolate milk, mimosa, and Carol's tea. Looking down, her pants and short were soaked and looked disgusting, food particles all over them.

"Let's go to the bathroom." Carol said, her face becoming serious. Grabbing (not) Alexa's bag, Carol escorted her to the bathroom. A flight attendant nearly stopped her, but Carol spoke up.

"My daughters having some...issues. Is it alright for me to accompany her to the stall?" Carol said.

"Of course. Do you need anything from us?" The male flight attendant asked with a customer service smile.

"No, I appreciate it however." Carol said, joining Alexa in the small bathroom.

Alexa was horrified, as her sweatpants had the combined stains of food and drink, with the shirt being little better. Stirring in her gut was the deep desire to use the bathroom, inflamed by the fact that she was so close to one.

"Carol, I have to go. Bad." Alexa said, eliciting a smile from the woman.

"Gotcha. Let's get your pants off and your diaper untapped." Carol said, sitting Alexa down on top of the toilet, maneuvering around her to get the sweatpants off. One leg, pull. Another leg, pull. back to the other leg. It was a slow process, and Alexa felt her control over her bowels loosening as she tried to help Carol get the stuck pants off. She was on top of the potty, ready to go, separated by only the inches of padding. Just a few seconds more....

Alexa felt the left pant leg come off, just as she felt her bowels tremor and pulse. It was coming. Carol pulled the right leg off just as Alexa was filling her diaper. Standing up, Carol didn't realize for a second or two that Alexa had failed, until the small shapes faded away, dissolved into nothingness. An odor filled the small cabin, and Alexa made a light grunting noise. Stress had made her void her bowels, right above a toilet. The rim of the toilet seat made the mush push against Alexa's ass, the warmth burning her skin. The diaper sagged, dangling over the toilet which she had failed to use. Alexa choked back a sob, unable to stop a few tears from flowing.

"I'm....I know you were going as fast as possible. I just couldn't hold it." Alexa said, as the diaper reached its max level of sagginess. The front could hold more, but the back was a translucent sag.

"Listen, it's alright. Nothing we can do now, right?" Carol said, helping take Alexa's shirt off. The girl was on autopilot, holding back tears and trying not to move too much. It was a pitiful sight, her in just her training bra and diaper, choking back waterworks.

"Lexi, listen. You made it to the potty, got it? It was me, I went too slow. No tears now, you made it." Carol said, hoping to take some blame to help the girl. She merely nodded and gave a 'Thanks...' in response. With a bit of precise movements, Carol had the diaper off Alexa. Searching through the bag for the other diapers, Carol pulled them out. Huh. Interesting. Same make and everything as the one Lexi just had, but the mom had bought some with booster pads already in them. Taking out the supplies, Carol wiped down Alexa and grabbed some the anti-rash cream from the bag. Redness was beginning to form on Alexa, and at the rate she was going through diapers....She was sure the mom wouldn't be bothered too much by some being used, especially for a good cause. Spreading it between the defeated girls cheeks, Carol wrapped up with another layer of baby powder. Lexi's doll like state made Carol have less problems with the diaper. Taping it up was quite simple, all things considered.

"It's....it feel weird against my...uh..crotch.." Alexa said, leaving the fugue state she had been in.

"It should. Whoever had these got boosters in them. Sorry, it's what we're working with." Carol said, shrugging. Alexa pulled at the diaper a bit, and Carol pulled her hand away.

"You'll mess up the tapes doing that sweetie." Carol said nicely. Realizing they couldn't stay in the bathroom forever, she raised the next point. "You need a new outfit. Unless you want to put on the food covered one from before."

Alexa shook her head, knowing it would be disgusting to have that. But would an outfit from the bag be better?

"Let's try this one out." Carol said, opening the tightly sealed Ziploc bag. On it was written 'Joan's Summer Usu'. Whoever this mom was, she applauded her for her organization skills. Carol would've just thrown the folded clothes in the bag. But here, each outfit got a cute little baggy.

Sun dress. Yellow with cute cupcakes and flowers decorating the entire thing. A pair of underwear, tights, and a hair tie came with the bag. No shoes, not that Lexi needed a new pair.

Getting the dress on Lexi was a struggle in and of itself, but with enough awkward dancing, the two figured it out. The sun dress went to about Lexi's knee, if a bit shorter, and looked alright with her sneakers. Alexa was not a fan of skirts nor dresses, especially since the bulge of the diaper was most certainly evident in the dress, and one bad breeze or leg placement, and her diaper was visible to everyone. Not feeling enough to complain, Alexa allowed Carol to get the long white tights up her legs, with them ending close to the diaper; Alexa's messy hair found itself in a cute ponytail, with the yellow flowery headband keeping her hair down. Carol pulled Alexa up, and put away the ziploc bag. Inside were panties, which obviously weren't needed by Alexa. Before departing, Carol gave the girl one good look over. Puffy eyes, a puffy midsection. Cute dress, headband, tights. All in all, she certainly looked adorable, much like how carol might've hoped a daughter of hers would've looked.

Carol left Alexa to herself in the stall, and a worker stood outside the stall.

Chapter 6

"Everything alright Miss? We made sure no other guests tried to get to you or your daughter." The older man said, smiling at her.

"Thank you. She and I are fine, we appreciate your concern. Just some female business." Carol said, ready to sit down and have a drink. Going from empty nest syndrome to being responsible for someone still in diapers was its own level of work.

Meanwhile, Alexa was in the bathroom trying not to imagine herself looking like a total tween dweeb. The white tights, combined with the flowery headband and dress (which certainly did her miniscule chest no favors), made her look like a total loser. Alexa dreaded having to walking around in this outfit, especially with the swishing of the skirt. Alexa reminded herself of one fact: you are 24. You are dressed young, you look young, but you are an adult. Act like it! After she spent a few minutes hyping herself up, she left the stall. The attendant gave her an oddly fake smile.

It was Carols turn to be woken up now. The plane had gently hit the tarmac, and was beginning to pull into the airport as Alexa shook Carol awake.

"Thanks." Carol said, having had a nice dream and none too pleased that she was now awake. But, at least they were at their layover. One last flight, and she'd be back home.

As everyone began to leave, Carol went first, helping Alexa to get her backpack on, while also not having her dress ride up and expose anything. Alexa had remembered dresses don't come with any pockets, so she transferred her phone and wallet to the backpack.

Both women enjoyed their freedom once more, and were walking around the very fancy airport. Carol saw a security guard approaching her and Alexa, and she steeled herself for some bad news. Apparently, Lexi was a magnet for that sort of thing.

"Miss. I apologize for the intrusion, but national law is that you must have control over your child's leash at all times." The older gentlemen said, out of breath from his speedwalking to the girls. Carol thanked him for letting her know, and took Lexi's leash unwillingly. Alexa barely even noticed, enraptured by her phone.

An email had arrived! About her laptop and bag! Thank the lord above. Quickly typing out a response, Alexa lost her notion of the outside world for a second. Tongue sticking a little out of her mouth, she sent the email, providing the woman with more contact information and that she had her bag.

"Someone got my bag, and they emailed me!" Alexa said, beaming to Carol. The two were sitting down at a restaurant in the airport, having been led there by Carol. Menu's were handed out by the waitress, with Alexa receiving the kids menu, much to Carol's amusement and Alexa's chagrin.

"See, I told you sweetie. Someone must've mistaken it for there's. Now, lets try to figure out what we want." Carol said, sliding the adult menu over to Alexa. The giddiness and happiness was infectious, and Carol herself felt much better after Alexa began to smile. Like the sun coming through on a cloudy day.

Looking at both the menus, Alexa tried to choose the best thing between them. Fidgeting in her chair, she opened her legs, exposing to the world her crotch. Not realizing any of the possibility to be seen, she continued until Carol used her feet under the table to help her close her legs.

"Lexi, unless you want to expose..." Carol said, as Alexa nodded, out of focus and thinking.

"Th..thanks." Alexa said, with red cheeks. She felt a vibration from her backpack, and pulled out her phone.

"Is this Miss Johnson?" The youthful voice said on the other end.

"It is. May I ask who I am speaking to?" Alexa said, the waitress coming back. With how busy they were, she wasted no time, getting Carol's order. Alexa pointed at the menu for what she wanted, and Carol repeated it for her; Alexa mouthed 'thanks' to her.

The phone call was brief. Regency Luxury Hotels had canceled their tentative booking of her hotel. She was officially hotel less. For a second, she contemplated calling her boss to figure out a new plan, but she knew he hated getting calls that weren't important to him. Alexa put the phone down, her smile returned to a neutral position.

"Bad news?" Carol asked, the whole mood at the table now shifted.

"Well, not great news. My hotel just got canceled." Alexa said, sipping down her tea and flicking the crayon on the table through her hand.

"Canceled? They can't just cut your reservations like that." Carol said, eyebrow raising. Lexi wasn certainly not world experienced if she wasn't going to fight losing her reservation like that.

"I know, I know. But they were never reservations. My company made tentative plans with the hotel, so they could get the best rate. And, uhm. they just told me now they're booked." Alexa said, looking on her phone. A new hotel would have to be found, right away.

"Oh, I understand. Well, I have 2 open bedrooms, you're more then welcome to stay in one. Not just saying that to be nice, I'm not going to hang you out to dry like that." Carol said, as their food was brought back. Alexa's neutral demeanor changed to a frown as the plate was put down on the table. Pancakes arranged with a smiley face, and a side of eggs and bacon. Definitely not the burger she had wanted. Not going to make a scene, she began reaching for her silverware.

"Did you get the wrong food? I can call the waitress over to fix it." Carol said, used to fussy children who changed their mind after ordering. Pinching herself a bit, she reminded herself that Alexa was not a child, and not being fussy.

"I wanted the burger, but it's alrigh..." Alexa said, cut off by Carol motioning over a waitress and explaining the situation. The woman was apologetic, letting her keep the pancakes and putting in a new order for the burger. The waitress was sure the kid had just changed her mind, or her mom wanted free food, but it didn't matter one way or another.

"Thanks, Carol. I mean it. You've been more helpful then you've ever had to be for a complete stranger." Alexa said, cutting up the pancakes and eating them. They were delicious, and Alexa struggled not to speak with her mouth full. "I'll try to find a hotel, but if you're offering me a spot, I'd really appreciate it. This trip is too important for me to be stressing about stuff like that."

"It's no problem, I promise you that. Now, don't talk with your mouth full little Lexi." Carol said, jokingly wagging her finger at Alexa. Both women giggled and Alexa continue chowing down on her pancakes, and Carol into her salad. By the time Alexa's burger had come out, she had completely forgotten about ever even wanting it. While her eyes were larger then her stomach, Alexa did love a good burger, and she started eating the burger and fries. Carol watched on, fascinated by how a girl Alexa's size ate as much food as she did.

"Will we be having desert?" The waitress said, having the desert menu with her. This time, she didn't catch Alexa at a bad time, and Alexa took the menu. Wanting a malt milkshake, she convinced Carol to get some cake. They went back to talking, as Alexa finished eating her burger and fries. Carol had finished awhile ago, and was just enjoying conversing with the girl. Dessert was enjoyable, especially for Alexa, as the milkshake was delicious. When the check came, Alexa was quicker, and paid for them both.

"You didn't have to do that." Carol said, smiling at Alexa's good manners.

"I didn't. But you definitely have earned some free food after your...help." Alexa said jovially, causing a slight laugh in both.

The women left the restaurant, and realized they had awhile until they would need to head to their last depature point. Carol recommended they head to a lounge her husband knew about, and on the elevator ride up, Alexa squirmed a bit.

"God, my stomach hurts. I might've eaten too much..." Alexa moaned, rubbing her tiny little potbelly.

"I was wondering how you even ate that much." Carol said, leading the two to the front desk. Business seating was avaible, but since Carol's husband was a rewards member, they could get a small private cabana. They were down a hallway, and sounded incredibly comfortable.

"Just so you know, our company requires any customers using a cabana to take their shoes off prior to stepping on the carpet. I apologize, this is just our policy." The worker said, sounding just as annoyed as he expected the two to be. Both women agreed, and left their shoes out on a rack as they went into the room. A bed, chairs, a hammock, and a computer with internet access. Privacy as well. Alexa oozed into the hammock, grabbing for her phone and that number she had gotten. Texting someone would take her mind off her pained stomach.

Alexa: Hey, it's Lexi 

A few minutes passed with no response, and Alexa swung in the hammock. Carol was enjoying the internet access. Her phone dinged.

Devin: Airport girl!?!

Alexa: That's me.

Devin sent a picture of himself in a car, smiling with a thumbs up. Alexa blushed a bit, not expecting a photo, and not knowing if she should send one back.

"Carol, would you send a photo of yourself to a guy you're flirting with?" Alexa said, not really having any experience in that area.

"Duh. Send one of your cute face. Have you never flirted before?" Carol said jokingly, which produced a bashful nod from Alexa. Internally, Carol realized she was dealing with a cast of a true wallflower, and someone who needed a bit of help bringing themselves out into the world.

Alexa responded with a photo of herself, which prompted a good response from Devin.

Devin: Thanks for the photo, you look great.

Alexa: Thanks! What are you up to.

The two chatted away over text, until Devin had to handle some things. He left Alexa with a goodbye text, and Alexa got herself out of the hammock. Shoot. A hour had passed, and her stomach now no longer hurt; instead, it was a pressure on her bowels and bladder.

"I, uh, bathroom." Alexa said, rushing to the suite's private stall. Carol followed the girl, having seen her doing the potty dance while she was in the hammock. Thankfully, this time, it was near impossible for Alexa to fail. Carol helped get the diaper off her and Alexa sat down. Carol threw the diaper into a wastebin and went to grab stuff from Alexa's bag.

Alexa enjoyed finally having reached a toilet on time, and was in a very good mood, even as Carol changed her. Not even protesting anymore, Alexa willingly let herself be covered in anti rash cream, lotion, and baby powder. Taping the diaper up, Carol helped Alexa off the station.

"Good job on making it." Carol said, hoping to get some positive reinforcement going. She was sure she could help the girl escape her use of diapers.

"Thanks, I, uhm, well thanks for changing me." Alexa said, getting back into the hammock. The baby powder and lotion were taking effect, and Carol could smell them from across the room. A decade or so ago, it was a familiar scent to her. All those warm memories were coming back. Carol rooted through the bag, and discovered exactly the thing she was looking for. A part of her knew maybe it was a step too far, but Carol remembered her early days as a mom. These things were life savers, and stopping Alexa from staining a nice looking dress might be worth it. The waistband had a mark saying 'Wed', and Carol rolled her eyes a bit; who in their right mind labeled diaper covers by the day of the week?

"Hey, I think I found something you might like." Carol said, pulling out what looked like a pair of pink granny panties from the bag. Some ruffles were on the butt of them, as weird as that looked to Alexa. "This would do a pretty good job of hiding your diaper from being seen."

"Are those granny panties? I doubt it would cover my diaper." Alexa said, taking them from Carol. The material wasn't silk or anything of the like, it felt...plushy. Was this thing a cloth diaper?

"It's a diaper cover. To anyone who might accidently catch a glance up your skirt, it'd look like you just have pink panties on." Carol said, letting Alexa feel them. "Usually, kids wear them to stop leaks."

Alexa nodded. She never had heard of this! It was genius, really. A pink diaper cover would look like a pair of lame granny panties, but it'd look better then an exposed diaper!

"So do I just pull it up...or.." Alexa said, excitement taking over her. Carol helped shimmy them onto the girl. They just fit over the girls tiny waist, stretched just a bit. Alexa took a trip to the bathroom, getting a 360 view of the new ornament. It didn't look as much like panties as she would've liked, but it looked a helluva better then someone seeing her padding. Of course, the ruffles were weird, and the padding of her diaper was somewhat visible, but all together, it was quite an improvement. Carol smiled, seeing Alexa happy at her new cover. Alexa got what she wanted, and Carol stopped her from potentially leaking onto another moms dress. Win win for all involved.

Eventually, well before their plane was to leave, the women started getting ready to leave the lounge. It was a two hour rental window, and that was coming up.

"My shoes aren't here in the cubby." Carol said out loud. Alexa was having the same struggle, and both women looked through the surrounding cubbies. Nothing. Other people's shoes, but neither could find theirs.

"I'm sorry, I can't seem to find them either." The worker at the front desk said, having searched all the possible cubbies. "Is it possible you brought them into the room with you?"

"No. We both left them out here, in what we assumed was a safe space to store them." Carol said, with her voice sounding quite displeased.

"I, well, we will have to review the security feed." He replied, then rubbing the back of his head. "We have a lost and found, if you'd like to search that. Perhaps you may find them there?"

Carol did not reply, but followed the worker to the back area with the lost and found. Lexi's hand was pulled along, with the tights doing little from stopping the cold marble from touching her feet. The tight grip on her hand made it evident that Carol was not too pleased.

No. Carol shook her head. There was a pile of shoes, all annoying to sort through. There were some nice shoes, like heels or expensive running shoes, but there definitely was not her shoes. Lexi's sneakers were gone as well. Carol huffed a bit, throwing down the last pair of shoes in exasperation.

"How could our shoes just disappear?" Carol said, trying not to sound too annoyed. She knew Lexi wasn't one who did well with stress, so it was best to be confident, for her sake.

"Miss, we've reviewed the security footage." The man said, coming back. "We determined a cleaner must've come through well we were on break and emptied out the shoe cabinet. You two were the only ones using the cabana at the time."

"I....how can we get our shoes back." Carol said, frustration bubbling under the surface. How incompetent could a cleaner be to.....

"We've contacted our contractors, but yet to have a response. You're more then welcome to take from the lost and found pile, and we can provide funds to cover a new pair..." He said, his manager arriving on scene.

"Lexi, you try on some shoes. I have to go handle this. I'm size 9." Carol said, heading out with the manager.

Alexa nodded, taking the big box of shoes with her. Sitting down on a nearby chair, she sunk into the padding. Too small. Too large. Size 9. Put aside for Carol. A few too small. Another group too large. Just as she was reaching the end of the pile and giving up hope, Alexa pulled out a pair which fit her just right.

ever had her parents made her wear shoes like this. They were all about her wearing what she wanted, which was sneakers, loose t-shirts, and sweats. She was sure there was a name for them, these sleek black shoes with a strap across the opening. Wiggling her feet into them, Alexa at first thought they might be a bit too big. However, with the black leather strap pulled tight, they were incredibly snug. Comfortable, even. Taking some tentative steps in them, Alexa stablized herself. Never big on heels, the very minor heel on these made it easier to travel in. Of course, walking around without the insoles in her normal shoes made things quite awkward, as she lost those extra 3 inches. All in all, the cute black shoes were definitely comfortable and fit, with the hearts of the buckle being just the type of cute Alexa liked.

Carol came back in the room, observing Alexa do her slight waddle in her new shoes. Mary Janes. Interesting choice, fitting with the white tights and sundress, she supposed. Her choppy walking became more steady, but she nearly fell when she turned around and realized Carol was back.

"Oh, I didn't realize you were here!" Alexa said, tottering over to Carol. Leaning at the hip, she grabbed the shoes she had set aside for Carol. In the process she exposed her diaper for only the briefest of glimpses. Carol ignored it, focused on getting some footwear.

The first pair fit her fine, a pair of mom sneakers if Carol had ever seen some. They worked.

"So I discussed with the manager. We're getting another card with the cost of the shoes on it." Carol said, standing up beside Alexa. A mirror perfectly caught the two side by side. Carol, confident, curvy in the right places, above average height, an example of middle-aged beauty; Alexa, puffy around the waist, flat chest, flowery dress, tights and headband, nearly below breast level for Carol, an example of tween awkwardness.

"Great!" Alexa said, getting all the shoes back into the box. The mirror displayed the ruffles well enough as she leaned over to pick up the box. "I've never worn shoes like these before, they are quite comfortable."

Carol smiled, nodding. "They're called Mary Janes. I'm glad you found something comfy to wear." Helping to put the box back, the two of them head out and to the managers office. Carol got a card from him, and a deep apology. He offered Alexa some candy, which she gladly took, and Carol was reminded that the lounge also did massages. The manager was hoping that the mom wouldn't be too angry, the last thing he needed was a message from corporate about something that wasn't his fault.

Carol had forgotten this lounge did massages. Her husband always liked the flaunt his frequent travel, and how he knew the best spots. He did say these were to kill for. Checking the time, Carol realized they still had a few hours. This layover sucked for time.

"Want to get a massage before we leave Lexi? Up to you, but my husband said they are to die for." Carol asked the girl.

Alexa took a second to think.

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"I'll be honest, I've never had a massage before. But I'm fine with trying it!" Alexa said, smiling at the suggestion.

"Let's try it out then!" Carol said, taking her hand and leading her to the place. Checking in was easy, and Carol made sure they got a private space to change and locking cabinets for their belongings.

"Wait, we have to be naked?" Alexa said as Carol began to strip down in the changing room.

"Yeah, of course. It's not like we can get massaged through clothes." Carol said, finishing taking her clothes off and folding them neatly into a pile. Alexa was slower, getting the dress off by the time Carol's stuff was locked up. Beginning to unbuckle the shoes with a shaky hand, Alexa found Carol helping her to get out of those and the tights. Her bra came next, with Carol making short work of the diaper and its cover. Alexa was horrified at the utter exposure, covering up with a towel as quickly as possible.

"Hey, no judgement zone. I can promise you neither me or the masseuse is going to judge you." Carol said, putting her hand out. This girl needed a bit of confidence in her body. Shakily, Alexa took the towel off her entire body, covering up her most private bits instead. Alexa found it hard not to stare at the large breasts Carol had, a bit of jealousy spiking in her brain, only increased by her nice rear.

The two sat down, covering their intimate bits while they waited. Relaxing music played as the the masseuse got to work, beginning with the feet and working their way up. Carol enjoyed the experience, taking a slight nap as they worked up her body. Alexa enjoyed it more, feeling like she was on a cloud. All the knots of stress were worked out of her body. Some light oils were rubbed into their body, refreshing the skin. After a quarter of a hour of the experience, Alexa felt the women begin to slow, and stop. The music stayed, but the women left, letting the two laying down to sit up.

"That was plain amazing! I felt the stress massaged out of me." Alexa said, standing up from the table. Her previous worries of exposure were gone, and she left the towel in the room. Carol followed behind the girl, taking in her petite and waifish body. The most noticeable aspect was the cute, somewhat boyish rear she had, definitely nowhere near to sexy.

"Worth it, right? I knew a massage would do us good." Carol said, unlocking their stuff. Good. All there. Throwing on her shirt, she watch Lexi melt into a cushioned seat nearby, relaxing. "Let's get you into your diapers first. I know you didn't use the last one, but the tapes won't work so we need a new one."

Alexa nodded, checking her phone. Cool, the woman had responded to her email. Getting up, she put her phone down in anticipation. Quick change, then check that.

For Carol, it was a process now. She was back in the groove of constantly changing dirty diapers, so the last two being clean made it easy. Thankfully, the OCD mom with the bag packed more then enough supplies, so she wasn't worried about running out. As she was taping up Lexi, a masseuse came back into the changing room.

"Oh, my apologies ma'am." The woman said, turning away immediately to give the two privacy. Carol did her best to did hide Alexa's naked body, even as her own was only covered by a shirt.

"What would you need?" She said, finishing taping up the horrified Alexa. Carol was acting like business as usual, checking the fit. Once she was satisfied, she turned to face the woman.

"I'll come back for your review of our services. My apologies for the improper timing." The woman said, fleeing from the room. Alexa was beyond red, covering her face, not even seeing the woman leave the room. Carol realized Lexi was horrified by it, and tried her best to help the girl.

"Hey, I was standing between you and the lady. She couldn't see much." Carol said. The diaper cover slid on easily, followed by the dress.

"Re-really? But she saw me getting changed....I.....besides you, I've never had that happen. She must thing I'm disgusting." Alexa said ashamed. Sliding the dress over her body, she helped put on the tights as Carol spoke back. Adjusting the tights now that they weren't in an airplane, Carol realized they just touched the diaper.

"Relax. I'm sure she didn't even know what was going on. You've gotta stop judging yourself so harshly." Carol said, buckling the girls shoes and helping her get the headband and tie back in.

"You're right. I know you're right. It's just, well, I hate the idea of someone knowing I need something like diapers." Alexa said, straightening out the tights and fussing with her hair a bit. Carol started getting dressed herself, and once she was done, she did one last check. Shit. In the moment, she forgot about Lexi's bra. Grabbing it, she put it in her bag. Looking at her made it evident it wasn't necessary, and having to redress her would be frustrating.

"Listen, if you need them, you need them. Imagine someone coming up to me, and questioning why I need a 36DD bra?" Carol said, pulling up her shirt to show Alexa. "It's just something I have to wear, right? Exact same thing." Carol said, rubbing Alexa's back. The example seemed to help Alexa relax, as she thought about it.

The two women gave their review to the lady, who apologized for the intrusion. Afterwards, they began to leave the lounge and head to their last departure point. Alexa felt like she was missing something, and realized she had forgot about the email! The bra at the bottom of her bag was completely forgotten, trumped by the idea of getting her laptop back.

'Ms. Johnson,

I am glad to hear you have my bag, and that we have established contact. Where might I ship your diaper bag? My address...'

The email continued with some information, and a picture of her laptop. That was the one! Typing out her response, Alexa bit her tongue in thought. As she thought, a message from Devin popped up.

Devin: Watcha up too? 

Alexa: In the airport still....

Alexa sent a picture of the airport to him, and continued some light conversations as he talked about his college campus.

A slight tug on the leash of her backpack made her stop staring at her phone, and start looking around her.

"Want to grab some last minute candy? This place is a local business with a spot in the airport." Carol said, eliciting a thumbs up from Alexa.

The two used the card given to them to check out the small little candy shoppe. Alexa filled a bag with all the sweet junk she could find or remember she liked; several times, Alexa went too far from the leash, and realized she had to track with Carol more closely. Carol was a bit slower, grabbing candies she knew her husband liked or might want to try. He was a psycho who liked the spicy candy, so he would like this stuff.

"Candy for the little lady?" The old man in an apron said, smiling at Alexa.

"Yes, uhm, yes please sir." Alexa said, putting her bag up on the counter.

"Good manners. Your mom has trained you well." The man said, taking Carol's bag as well. Ringing them up, he offered them a few samples, all of which Alexa took and gave a good review. No other customers were coming in, so the old man made conversation with the two women.

Carol was enjoying talking to the man, especially since the alternative was sitting in their seats until boarding began. Discussion veered into business, and Carol mentioned her husband and his constant travels nearby. Taking the candy sellers card, she exchanged it with her husbands. A little bit of promotion never hurt anybody. When it came time to finally pay, Carol made sure to tip extra well, especially since the money wasn't even her own, it was left over from the backpack and Lexi's diapers cost.

"Thanks so much, traffics slow. Your business is appreciated" The kindly older man said, then looking down at Alexa, who had been eager to try her candy. He reached under the counter, pulling out a very cute pink water bottle, decorated with the company logo and lollipops. Along with it came a large swirly lollipop, and a sticker which stated 'Candyman's Lil Helper', which was promptly stuck to Alexa's backpack shoulder strap. Carol knew part of it was the man schmoozing her indirectly, but she saw the excitement on Alexa's face at the lollipop.

"Thanks so much sir!" Alexa said, unwrapping the large circular swirly pop and licking at it. If Carol hadn't known Alexa's true age, she definitely would have a completely different image in front of her; she was sure the candy man thought she was just an excitable young girl. Whether it was the cute ponytail and headband, the dress which gave no credit to any curves, the slight puff around her waist that an observant parent might know, the angelic white tights, the schoolgirls shoes, or the leashed backpack, Carol didn't know. They all were childish and without much adulthood in them.

Saying their goodbyes, Carol took the two of them to fill up Alexa's new stainless steel pink water bottle, then to their seats where boarding would begin soon.

Alexa was desperately trying to polish off the lollipop before that happened.

"Boarding group 4, boarding group 4..." The voice annouced over the intercom. Both knew it was theirs, and slowly filtered through the line to get their ticket scanned. The lady at the desk nearly said something to Alexa about her lollipop, but Carol pulled her along quick enough that she didn't have the heart to do so.

This aircraft was much smaller, and navigating to their seats was easier then the previous two times. Alexa let Carol have the window seat this time, preferring the aisle anyway. Once they were both comfortable, Carol got her laptop out as Alexa continued finishing off the lollipop.

A trashy horror movie played for the two as they lifted off. Alexa nodded off after finishing her lollipop, and Carol turned the movie off. It was time to sleep for her anyway. She checked her phone one more time to make sure she had texted her husband to pick them up. Right. She had. Not like she could do much of anything in the air, but it was nice to know they'd have a ride back to her place when they hit the ground.

Alexa awoke with her head on Carol's shoulder, precariously dangling above just falling right into her chest. More asleep then awake, she blinked a bit, and drank from her cute water bottle. Closing her eyes, she tried to get back to how she had felt when she got massaged. Relax. No tenseness. Breath in, breath out. Muscles relaxed.

Eventually she fell back asleep, her diaper becoming flooded with urine as she relaxed every muscle in her body. Finally tipping over, she rested right into Carol's bosom, wetting her diaper all the while. No one noticed much of anything, besides a cute scence of mother and 'child'.

Wet. Alexa felt wet and disgusting the minute she woke up. The heat had gone in her sleep, and all it was left with was a cold wetness around her bottom. Fully awake now, she lifted herself from Carol's chest, which roused the woman a bit. Carol stayed asleep, and Alexa paged an assisstant for something to drink. Her diaper was wet, but her throat felt incredibly dry.

She never wet herself while she slept. Not usually, at least. What in the hell was that? Alexa contemplated what to do as she swigged down the milk. Trying her best to sldie by Carol only awoke the woman, who was alert.

"Change?" She said, half yawning as she said it. Too loud for Alexa's taste, she shook her head and sat back down. Carol went back to sleep, and Alexa diverted her attention with some silly kids game on her laptop. The attedants were more then nice, helping her with drinks and even her some headphones and a blanket.

"Folks, we'll be landing in about one hour and 47 minutes. Our flight attedants will be providing are lunch or dinner service for those hungry. Clear skies the rest of the trip." The monotone voice said. Carol stayed asleep as Alexa ate her late lunch or early dinner, and only awoke near the end of the flight. Rubbing her eyes a bit, she smiled to Alexa.

"How are you doing?" She asked as Alexa pulled the headphones out.

"Gross. I....um, while I was sleeping, wet." Alexa said, her whisper barely even audible by Carol.

"Did you change yet?" Carol said, ready to go to the bathroom.

"No, um. I was sorta waiting for you to wake up. And now the planes landing, so..." Alexa said, her reasoning sounding stupider once she said it. How often had she changed herself before? Frequently, was the answer. Why'd she need to wait on Carol this time?

Carol laughed a bit, and smiled at her. "I get it. We'll get you fixed up at the airport." Alexa nodded.

Departing the plane was easy enough, and Alexa sighed in relief. Finally, she was here! Without a doubt, this trip had been on of complete uniqueness, and not all in a good way. Now she just needed to get her luggage, get a change, and get settled in at Carol's place.

"Sir, I apologize. We have had massive delays on all luggage after major redirections across the West and East Coast. We can promise your luggage will be delivered...." The robotic manager said to the people in front of Carol and Alexa.

They had waited for their luggage. 10 minutes passed. Nothing. 20 minutes. Nothing. After 25 minutes of waiting, Carol pulled Alexa along to the desk regarding luggage, which had a massive line. Alexa was more ready to be out of her diaper than even get her luggage by the time they got to the front.

"If you're here about your luggage Miss, I regret to..." The man said, informing them of that which they already knew.

Carol replied. "Fine. I'd like two persons luggage to be directed towards..." Carol gave her address. "...Alexa Johnson and Carol Simons."

"Understood ma'am. We will be delivering it as soon as possible." He said, anticipating their next question. "The earliest will be in two to three business days, at the latest, seven to ten business days."

Carol nearly replied, but caught herself. There was no point in arguing. Lexi needed a change, and her husband still was driving around to pick them up.

"Let's go Lexi." Carol said, taking her to the nearest family bathroom, she locked the door. 'Toilet out of commission' read a hastily scribbled sign above a tapped off toilet in the room.

"Uh, before we change you, it's about a hour ride to my house from the airport. Do you need to use the bathroom before we go?" Carol said, not looking forward to possibly explaining why a 24 year old was using a diaper in the back of their car. She had said the girl was shy, but wouldn't leak such personal information.

Alexa tried to think a bit, she did feel like she needed to go. Not terribly, but she definitely could use the bathroom eventually.

"Yeah." Alexa said, shame only giving her a dusty rose on the cheeks. "I'll go use one of the bathroom stalls."

"Honestly, you already used that diaper, right? You'd have to go over or come back to the bathroom in the bluff if you take off a diaper. Could just go in it again. Might be quicker." Carol said, trying to speed things along.

Alexa blushed, just a bit ashamed at the idea of purposely using her diaper. Sure, it was for accidents. But she never was one to purposely be lazy and use it. Only when she couldn't hold it. She didn't even know if she could purposely use her diaper if she tried.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"License and registration, please." The stocky female office said to Paul. They had been after the handsome man, it seemed. Alexa sat in the back, meekly and trying not to take up any more space than necessary. Once everything checked out, the officer made one last glance into the car. "Just a speeding ticket today sir. Now, if you don't mind me asking, could you roll your back window down?"

Paul did so, eager to not displease the officer. She stared at Alexa, looking her up and down. "Hi there sweetie. You should be in a car seat, don't you think?"

Chapter 9

"Uh, ma'am. She's 24. I don't think she is in need of a car seat, or that tone." Carol said, annoyed at having been pulled over in the first place. Now, her friend was being disrespected like that.

"Oh. Apologies, Miss..." Alexa gave her last name. "Johnson. But, state law is that anyone who's feet can't touch the floor of the backseat need some form of extra protection in case of a wreck."

"That's frankly ridiculous. She's an adult. A belt is fine, is it not?" Paul said, annoyance evident in his voice.

"I don't make the laws, I just enforce them sir." The officer said, shrugging her shoulders. "Now, I could write you a ticket for improper driving, since you have someone improperly secured in your vehicle. Or, I can accompany you to make sure you get a car seat for her."

"I'd like a supervisor, please. That law doesn't sound right. An adult in a car seat?" Carol said.

The supervisor agreed with the lower ranking officer. "I'm sorry ma'am. It's a law from the 60's. We have to enforce it, even if it makes no sense in this case. A Booster seat should be fine."

"This is absurd. I mean, she's an adult who can drive a vehicle, but has to be in a booster seat?" Paul said, as Alexa shrank further into her seat. He sounded pissed, just if only out of the principle of it. "Besides, it's about like two damn inches off the ground. Come on."

"Paul, relax." Carol said. He took a breath, and the officers explained they could follow him to a nearby store to get a booster seat for Alexa. All parties, except Alexa, were in agreement with the plan. She was rightfully horrified at the prospect of being stuck in a booster seat in the back of a vehicle.

Arriving to the closet store, Carol went in with the officers to get a booster seat. Paul stayed in the car with Alexa, her discomfort obvious.

"I'm sorry about this. I really am." He said. Alexa accepted his apology, but told him it wasn't his fault. The two talked a bit about business, which calmed the man down minorly, and which distracted Alexa.

"Hop out Alexa. I tried to get you the most comfortable version, even if this was stupid." Carol said, opening up the box. Paul and the officers helped to get the thing set up, as Alexa stood on the sidelines. Carol watched with her, rubbing her back.

They finished after a few minutes of wrangling it around, and Paul gestured to Alexa. "Here, Alexa. It should be good now. Sit in it."

Alexa got in the car, and tried her best to be comfortable in the seat. It fit her decently, the only part which was awkward was the diaper, which made the entire seat feel just a bit smushed. Moving to get herself comfortable, Alexa gave the thumbs up to the group.

"Uh, well, she has to be buckled into it to be safe, right?" The supervisor said, causing the lower ranking officer to agree. Paul rolled his eyes, and pulled the two vertical belts up. Alexa's dress got caught on it, exposing her pink diaper cover to the world, worsened by the fact that Alexa's feet were already spread by the booster clubs poor ergonomic design. No one said anything about it as Paul clicked the two belts into place.

"Happy?" Paul said, ready for this to be done.

The supervisor leaned over, looking Alexa up and down, and definitely spotting her diaper cover. Noticing a clip near the head, the officer put it into place, running horizontal across her forehead, forcing her against the cushion of the Booster Seat.

"Great. We are in compliance with the code now. Have a good day, you two." The officers said, heading out from the scene with no further comment, not even to hand Paul his speeding ticket.

Both Carol and Paul got back in the car and looked back at Alexa. Carol spoke up first. "Sorry about that mess. What a waste of time. Let me undo the headstrap." Carol's breasts covered Alexa's sight as she popped the forehead belt off, which let her relax her neck.

"I knew I needed tinted windows." Paul said as they pulled out of the parking lot for the shop. "I promise you, our entire community aren't pricks like them. You comfortable back there Alexa?"

Alexa squeaked a raspy 'Yes'. Pulling her dress down was near impossible, as the belts kept wanting it to go up, and the stupid leg positioning made it impossible not to show off her underwear. If she were wearing panties with no bulk to them, it would've been no problem, but the poorly designed nature of them made it impossible to hide. Thankfully, neither Paul nor Carol looked back at the girl, especially Paul. Alexa would've been horrified if he knew she wore diapers.

Paul took it slow, stopping off just a bit before his home to get ice cream. Alexa was more then happy to make the stop, especially since she could drowned her embarrassment in a pint of ice cream. Carol shot a glance back at Alexa, realizing the girl's underwear were exposed to the entire world, and Alexa wasn't even fidgeting to cover them. Ignoring it, Carol thought about what ice cream she would want.

"This place is great. On me." Paul said, looking back at Alexa. They went through the drive through, and Alexa felt like she could nearly die of shame as one of the workers came up to her window to ask her order. The girl smiled at her, clearly evaluating her to be a child. Parking the car, Paul rolled the windows down to let a breeze in; their ice cream all came out quickly, and Alexa briefly forgot she even was in a car seat as she ate the deluxe banana split. Paul and Carol merely got an ice cream cone, and as they were eating, a bit dripped on Carol's upper bosom.

"Let me clean that for you.' Paul said flirtatiously, forgetting Alexa was even strapped in the back. Licking his wife's chest, he ran his tongue further up her neck, until it went into a full kiss. Alexa enjoyed her ice cream as the two in the front made out with each other, acting as if they had both come back from a war. They stopped, eventually, which Alexa was thankful for.

Alexa was surprised at how nice of a house they had. Not just surprised, astounded. Gated community, two stories, swimming pool in the back, 3 car garage. It was in stark contrast to Alexa's flat. By the time they had gotten back, the sun had set, and Alexa was yawning. Jet lag was catching up with her and Carol both.

Chapter 10

Carol showed her around the place, seemingly happy to have a guest at the home. "We haven't had much of any gatherings since all my sons moved out."

The basement was an entertainment zone, the 1st floor having a lounge air and the kitchen, with a guest bedroom currently being renovated. The second floor had two offices, and two bedrooms. Carol showed Alexa the boys old room, still having a bunk bed proudly jutting out.

"Alright, we can tour more tomorrow." Carol said, sitting on the edge of the bed as Alexa took a spot on the computer chair.

"I'd like that." Alexa said, smiling. "Tomorrow is my last day off. My presentation is the next day. I really do appreciate you letting me stay over here."

"Really, it's no hassle." Carol said, looking like she could pass out on the very bed she sat on.

"I just remembered!" Alexa said, panic filling her heart for a brief moment. "My business clothes. I can't go to the presentation looking like this! Shit, I'll have to go shopping tomorrow..."

Yawning, Carol replied. "I have a friend who runs a boutique. She'll help you out. For now, don't worry about it. Serious question time."

Alexa stared at her. "Sure, what's up?"

"Have you ever overflowed your diapers and wet a mattress? I think I still have plastic sheets from years ago, so please don't be bashful." Alexa felt a bit shocked by the question.

Alexa tried to think. There was that one time at camp...but that was a long time ago. A year ago she had after drinking with all her coworkers....a few weeks before this flight after she had drank at home after hearing she'd be flying halfway across the world. Red filled her face as she thought of it, and she put a hand on her face. It wasn't common, but it definitely wasn't impossible.

"I...don't often. But I have." Alexa said, causing Carol to nod.

"Got it. No reason to be ashamed Lexi, it happens. 'sides, you'll be safe in your diapers." Carol said, going near to the door. "Search through the bag for anything pajamas or something. If you can't find some, I'll russle up something."

Alexa nodded, looking through Joan's bag.

A onesie. In a Ziploc bag labeled 'Joan's Sleepy', and with a pair of cute little bunny slippers. It was bunny themed, having a little pink puff ball like a PlayBoy bunny at the butt, with a zipper discretely hidden at the butt flag. A zipper ran down the front so she could get in, and the hood had big floppy bunny ears. All in all, it would look adorable, and felt incredibly soft to Alexa's touch.

Shutting the door, Alexa stripped out of the dress and tights, folding them neatly. Her shoes were put near the pile, and she worked the headband off, undoing the ponytail. Sliding one foot into the onesie, she danced around to get the thing slid up. After a bit of struggle, she got it zipped up and on her body. Ignoring the bulge of the diaper, it looked quite cute, and Alexa found herself posing in the mirror. Her usual shorts and a t-shirt couldn't compare to the comfort of this.

"Aw, that's adorable. Your butt flaps open though Lexi." Carol said, having got in the room without notice. Looking back desperately, Alexa realized the woman had just been messing with her. She got a jokingly hurt look. "Sorry, I just had to!"

Carol came back with the plastic sheet, getting some help from Alexa to put it on the bed. Once it was on, Carol showed her where the bathroom was, gave her some toiletries, and showed her how to get some water in the night if she needed. Right outside Alexa's new door, Carol smiled at the adorable girl.

"I'm glad we sat next to each other and met." Carol said, hugging the drowsy girl. "Now, get your butt to bed missy!" Carol said, wagging her finger and patting Alexa's butt, causing both girls to giggle and head their separate ways.

Alexa laid on the bed, enjoying the comfort of a pillow. She snapped a quick pic to Devin, feeling cute, but soon put her phone down. Sleep came before she could shut the light off. Carol opened the door a few minutes later, observing the sleeping Alexa, and letting her sleep in darkness.

Alexa awoke, feeling a pain in her bladder. Confused where she was, and the fact that she heard voices in the room next door, it took her a second to remember she was at Carol's. Right. The pillow beckoned her back to sleep, but the audible voices kept her awake.

"What if she's awake babe..." The masculine, deep voice said. It was Paul's voice, undoubtedly.

"She isn't. I just checked. Out like a light. Come on." A sultry voice said, which Alexa realized was Carol's.

They weren't...oh god. Why did she have to wake up right when they wanted to have sex!?!? Alexa bit her lip, and turned into the pillow. Back to sleep it was. Her bladder could wait.

A moan came through the house, then another. Routine slapping soon followed, and Alexa realized even the padding of the pillow couldn't protect her ears. Not able to find her headphones, she tried using two pillows to hide herself from the noise, and focus on not having an accident. They helped, and slowly, Alexa realized they had stopped. Putting the pillows down, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Round 2?" Paul's voice said.

"Fuck, yes." Carol said, as they went back to their moans and rhythmic movement. Alexa covered her head with the pillow again, still failing at blocking the noise at all.

Alexa felt her bladder stirring, and she squeezed her legs together. She could hold out. Squeezed legs shut, pillows over the ears.

She could not hold out. A loud feminine moan broke her concentration, and before Alexa knew what was happening, she felt pee filling the diaper. Thankfully, it was just pee. The banana split hadn't worked its way through her yet. As both Carol and Paul came down from their orgasms, Alexa came down from filling her diaper, the warm glow surrounding her waist. She tried not to think too deeply on the fact that she was in a bed, on plastic sheets, filling a baby's undergarment, as right next door, someone was getting to experience the most adult behavior possible....

Alexa's concentration on blocking out the noise made her fall back into a restful sleep. The warmth certainly helped.

Chapter 11

Giving it one more go, she finally got a response when Alexa opened her eyes, blinking and confused. Taking a few seconds, she slowly came to the land of the living.

"What's up?" Alexa said, rubbing the crusties out of her eyes. She could use a shower.

"Well, I figured you would want a shower and some breakfast before we go clothes hunting for you." Carol said, sitting in the chair. Alexa's slightly squeamish face told Carol all she needed to know regarding whether or not she had an accident. "Showers in the bathroom I showed you last night. Just call me whenever you need diapered, Paul isn't home. I'll look through that bag to find something to fit you."

Alexa nodded, too crusty and exhausted to do anything but waddle her way to the shower. The onesie came off with just a bit of struggle, and the diaper made a solid thud when it hit the ground, evidence that she wet. Alexa kicked them aside, and used the toilet. Hoping into the shower, she enjoyed the warm water rushing over her, removing the stale pee which had clung to her body. Not having any product, Alexa only did a quick rinse of her hair, mostly just standing under the warm water. As she washed her face, in a lapse of judgement, one of her contacts was flushed from her eye, followed by the other shortly after. Unable to do much, she continued with her shower uninhibited.

Carol checked through the bag, finally settling on an outfit that she was sure would satisfy Alexa. A pair of overalls that stopped at the thigh, with a cute shirt underneath. It was labeled 'Joana Play Outfit' in the Ziploc bag. Carol took it out putting the panties back in the bag, and collected the neatly folded dress and tights.

A knock on the bathroom door got Alexa out of her shower mode. Right. She had to get dressed and ready to shop for some business clothes. Getting out of the shower, she dried herself off and wrapped the towel around her midsection, opening the door a crack to let Carol in.

"Got a good outfit for you. Comfy." Carol said, pulling Alexa out of the bathroom and into her room. Laying her down on the carpet, she changed the girl after oiling and powdering her up. A new blue and white striped diaper cover came up, and Alexa sat on the edge of the bed. To think last night, there had been....here....

And she was sitting on the bed to get put into kids sized overalls and a cute shirt. Carol helped her pull the denim up and get everything right. By the end, Alexa was dressed like one might expect someone dressed by their mother to be. The diapers bulge was more evident then yesterday, with the butt and front of the overalls distended. The leg portion only went down to her thighs, showing off a good portion of her pasty legs and arms, and without a bra, Alexa was flatter than a board.

"There we go. I'm going to make breakfast. Any requests?" Carol said, with Alexa shaking her head.

"Whatever you think is good. Could I use your computer possibly? Without my laptop, I can't really access my work stuff." Alexa asked, following Carol into one of the offices. Logged in, she was able to access her emails and work website, which was an immediate relief to her.

The woman who took her bag had responded, with Alexa eagerly clicking the new notification.

'Ms. Johnson, Call me at ##-####-####-#### if possible. I'd appreciate it. Don't worry about possible time differences, I just want to establish a vocal rapport.'

Alexa's vision blurred the numbers together, reminding her to go check that bag for her contact case. No dice. Even a check of Carol's bag produced nothing but her glasses case. Black nerd frames. Better then nothing, she supposed. Besides, she had contacts in her luggage, for situations just like this.

Pushing the bridge of the glasses upwards, Alexa dialed the supplied number. Hopefully, this would end the whole email exchange and get her the bag back.

"Hello, who is this?" A very matronly voice said over the phone, with the background noise being the skittering of children.

"This is Alexa Johnson. We've been emailing back and forth about our bag swap." Alexa said, squirming in her chair. Phonecalls were not her favourite thing.

"Oh, Ms. Johnson, I'm glad to hear from you! Now, I know you got me the address to send your bag, and I gave you the address to send mine." The voice said, sounding much more nice, but no less stern. "I noticed we're only about a hour or so away from each other! Fancy that, right?"

Alexa felt her tongue run over her lips, a bit nervous at whatever this woman might say next. "R-right. I can send it through mail, that's no problem."

"Oh, no need to waste time. Listen, how about I call you later and we figure out which one of us is driving to who. Sorry, I have to get the kids dressed for school, not much time." Her voice said.

"Gre-great. Yeah that works." Alexa said, as the phone line went dead. Damnit. The last thing she really wanted to do was meet the woman who's kids clothes she been wearing for the past two days, and who's diapers had been more then well used.

"Lexi! Breakfast is ready." Carol's voice said, causing Alexa's tummy to rumble.

Breakfast was a veritable delight on its own, and Alexa sat at the table after thirds feeling more than full. Alexa's only complaint was the spice level of it, with Carol using more spices then she was used to. It sat funny in her stomach, especially the breakfast burritos, but the rush to go buy clothes made her forget about that.

"Let me grab my bag real quick." Carol said, letting Alexa to message Devin in the lounge area. Once Carol was back, the two headed to Carol's car. Originally, Alexa was getting to sit in shotgun, but Carol frowned.

"You can't, remember. I'm sorry but the Community Directors might shoot me for violating a stupid law." Carol said, giving her a frown and getting a laugh from Alexa. Carol's tits covered her vision as she strapped Alexa into the booster seat, making sure her legs were comfortable in it. "You forgot you water bottle by the way. Here you go."

With the handoff, Carol sat in her seat. First, to the boutique.

Driving in a new country was exciting to Alexa, especially now that she was much less jet lagged and not thinking about lost luggage. Whatever the case, the rolling country side and beautiful mountains allowed Alexa to relax and forget about all her worries.

Soon enough, they pulled into a very chic shopping centre, filled with small, expensive looking coffee shops, salons, and many, many clothing joints. Weirdly enough, the centre was outside the city, so it was surrounded by wilderness. Carol parked the car, getting out to help Alexa once again. Without fail, her chest was back in Alexa's face as she undid the straps. Tottering out of the car, Alexa followed behind Carol after she grabbed her rectangular bag.

The store they were entering, 'La Flamme' looked to be a business clothes store, if pricey. Carol knocked at the locked door, and Alexa stood there awkwardly.

"Car, Car, come in, come in." The flamboyant, extravagantly dressed man welcomed the two of them in. He neither look nor sounded sophisticated, but his fine suit made him quite handsome. "And might you be the reason we are here today, little lady?"

"I am. Uh, yes." Alexa said, shaking his hand. "I need some business clothing for a presentation tomorrow."

"Ah, yes, yes. Let me lock the door please. Please ladies, make yourselves at home." He said, locking the deadbolt and taking a seat with the two women.

"So, you have a very cute, waifish style. Might we reflect that in your clothes?" The man said, standing up to think. "Yes, yes. I believe I know exactly the business look for you dear. Now, if you would strip behind the screen for us, we can begin trying on your new digs."

Alexa looked at Carol for a bit of help, but she gave her a reassuring smile. "He's helping Lexi. I'll be here the entire time, no worries."

Alexa nodded, and began to take off the overalls. The thought of this man seeing her diaper terrified her a bit, but she was reassured by the screen and the hope of privacy.

After nearly two hours of trying on, taking off, and repeating the process, Alexa was sick of clothes in general. It had started off more then well, as the man gave her mostly normal blouses and slacks. Following that came pencil skirts and pleated skirts, which stretched the boundary of business wear. Near the end, business wasn't even a thought for either Carol or the man. Alexa was trying on prissy and frilly dresses, things one might wear to church for Easter. Following that was a barrage of trendy kids outfits, with Alexa even trying on a few 'luxury' onesies and one-pieces. The entire time, the man made no comment at all about her diapers, much to the thanks of both women.

By the end, Alexa was at her breaking point. The first 5 outfits were enough, more than enough in fact. Sitting down after the 4th sundress, both Carol and the boutique owner frowned. He was enjoying trying fashion ideas on an unusual body type, and Carol was enjoying playing dressup after years of never getting it with her boys. But, both knew she was done, and didn't press her further.

"Would you like to wear any of those out?" The boutique owner asked, as Alexa gave herself one last glance in the business outfit. Professional, sleek, and more refined then her usual style. Whatever this would do to her bank account she shuddered from, but it was a beautiful outfit, perfect for a formal presentation.

"Sure, let me have the flats, stockings, and the skirt with the fleece and camisole." Alexa said, having liked that outfit. She wasn't a fan of skirts, but she did found the outfit super comfy, and since sweatpants weren't on the menu, she made do. The requested items were passed over to Alexa, who took off the business clothes, heels first. Carol came around the screen, helping Alexa with the stockings. They were adorable little black cat stockings, with cat faces at the mid-thigh ending. The flats came next, and the sunflower covered skirt, finally, the camisole with a cute pink fleece. The camisole gave Alexa the impression of a bar, which she realized she hadn't worn in a few days, and the fleece was just plain comfy. It looked adorable with the skirt, and Alexa twirled in front of the mirror.

The only worry, of course, was the potential of her diaper being seen from the skirt. Thankfully, this one was long enough that the concern was unwarranted. If it sagged a bit low, maybe that'd be in realm of possibility. Giving a twirl to the smiling Carol, Alexa left from behind the screen, ready to pay. She and Carol sorted through all the outfits she had tried on, with Carol coaxing her to take all of the outfits; Alexa relented, and met her in the middle with a majority of the outfits being added to the 'take home' pile.

"I have my own clothes. I don't need that many clothes." Alexa said, hoping to cool Carol down a bit.

"Right, I just figured you'd like to try on something different then your normal wear." Carol said, sorting out a pile. A thought popped in Alexa's mind briefly.

"Uhm, I didn't realize till now, but I need to get some undies." Alexa whispered behind the screen, hoping to at least have a few pairs of panties. She never really could wear them, but she did like to try them on every so often, it reminded her what she should work towards.

"Don't worry, we'll buy you more underwear later in the day. Are you dry?" Carol said, prompting a reassured nod from Alexa. "Great, now, I wanted to try on some outfits too. Could you be a dear and run to the coffee shop across the street? Get yourself whatever you want. Large black coffee, clever style for me. If Beatrix is there, tell her I said hello." Carol put a few bills into Alexa's hand.

"Got it, I'll be right back!" Alexa said. "Thanks for helping me with outfits today." Alexa gave Carol a hug, then bounded out of the boutique. Carol watched her skirt swish back and forth as she ran with all the energy a kid might, and the lack of foresight to stop her skirt from flashing her diaper once or twice.

Walking across the street, Alexa considered what else she had to do today. Check on her presentation, call the lady back, and talk to Devin. Get some underwear too, and another bra. Having made her priority list, Alexa walked with the confidence of someone who's life was in order.

"I'll take a large...uh, clever. And your pumpkin spice latte please..." Alexa said, standing at the counter. Looking at the display of the cafe's baked goods, Alexa stared at them; with no one in line, she got to have a through inspection of the sweets. Deciding on a pastry, she asked for that as well.

"You on a coffee run for mommy?" The girl at the counter asked after giving the total to Alexa. Shaking her head, Alexa tried her best to remain serious.

"No, just for me and a friend." Alexa took the pastry and change, sitting down in one of the seats. Remembering Carol's friend, she went back to the counter, much shyer. "Is Beatrix here? Carol says..."

"She is. Let me go find her for you cutie." The girl at the counter said before Alexa could finish. Sitting back down, Alexa fiddled and played with her phone as she waited for the woman. Eventually, an average height, older woman came from the back with the barista from the front.

"I heard you wanted me?" The woman's voice said from behind Alexa, grabbing her the instant Alexa heard the voice. Alexa squeaked, more shrill than a mouse, and felt a large burst of pee flow into her diaper.

"Oh, Carol told me to tell you hi if I saw you." Alexa said, taking another bite from her pastry.

"Carol, Carol Simons?" Alexa affirmed it. "Are you her niece? Here on vacation?"

"Uhm, no. I'm on a business trip here." Alexa said, swinging her feet back and forth from the stool. Why did everyone always have to think she was a kid?

"Aw, that's adorable. Business to visit your auntie?" Beatrix said, not buying that the person in front of her was anything but a child, or that she could be on a 'business trip'.

"I'm 24, I'm just friends with Carol." Alexa said, producing her ID for the woman.

"Oh, well, uh, my apologies." The woman said, scratching the back of her head. How was the person in front of her 24? Taking a seat, she watched the girl bound up to grab her drink, sipping it in relief. Making conversation with the girl as she waited for Carol's drink was quite easy, but Beatrix still felt quite bad about scaring the kid, then treating her like that. Promising to make it up to her, she offered the girl a complimentary smoothie.

Alexa left with her and Carol's coffee, and a nice large protein powered papaya smoothie, feeling a bit better. The smoothie tasted delicious, and Alexa was more focused on sucking it down then her previous, (minor) accident. Beatrix watched the girl leave her café, confused at the whole encounter.

"How does this look on me Lexi?" Carol asked as Alexa came back, in a more than revealing skin tight one piece. It looked amazing, and Alexa stumbled on her words.

"You look hot Carol, if I'm being truthful." Alexa replied, handing the coffee to Carol and explaining what had happened at the cafe. Carol, seeming not to believe Alexa, checked her diaper without so much as asking, remarking afterwards. "Oh, just a bit of pee. Let's wait till you use it later."

Alexa sat behind the screen with Carol, helping her to try on her assorted outfits as she drank down her smoothie and latte. Really, she was just there to judge and help Carol with the zippers or the like. Eventually, Carol got to a few dresses where she didn't need a bra, so Alexa helped with that. Carol acted like it was no big deal at all for Alexa to see her breasts, and actually asked her opinion on them. Dresses moved into thongs and lingerie, and ALexa was reminded of the fact that Carol had said she'd get underwear later. Why not here? The lingerie looked expensive, and made Carol even hotter than normal, with the thongs doing her justice. More then once Alexa was the decider on what Paul would like, being asked which set made her breasts look better, then her butt.

"Alright, could you grab that pink pair real quick Lexi." Carol asked, with Alexa bending at the waist to grab it. Reaching for it, she let her diaper on full display, the blue and white stripes moving as she reached for it.

Dressup time soon finished, and Alexa was more than happy to be done. Seeing Carol naked for close to a hour was not the highlight of her day, especially when you were dealing with someone as hot as that. After helping her make her final decisions, Alexa went to the counter with Carol, getting ready to take her card out. The owner didn't so much as look at her, taking Carol's card only. Alexa tried to stutter something out and ask to pay. Neither listened, and soon they were back in the car, putting the bags away.

"You didn't have to do that Carol. I'll pay my half." Alexa said, never being one who liked things bought for them.

"Listen, it's no biggie. He owes me a favor and a half, so I get a very, very favorable discount." Carol said as the last bag of clothes was loaded in, next to Alexa's booster seat. Alexa was intrigued.

"What'd you do to get a discount like that?" Alexa asked, confused.

"Hooked him up with his wife, she is one of my friends." Carol said as the two stood in front of the car. Clapping her hands, Carol remembered Alexa asking for underwear earlier. "You wanted undergarments. Let's go buy you some."

Alexa perked up at hearing that.

Chapter 12

"I'll be honest Carol, when I said underwear, I meant the stuff you were wearing earlier....you know, not diapers." Alexa said, stopping Carol from her 4th look at the swimming diapers.

Alexa pulled Carol's hand, hoping to direct her away from the diapers. They had gone into a kids clothing store, and of course, Carol went to the aisle with underwear - which included pullups, diapers, and super cute pairs of panties. Alexa loved the look of some of them, and wanted Carol to look at those, not what she wore at the moment.

"Oh Lexi, I'm so sorry, I thought you were talking about your diapers. We could've bought you something back at the boutique...." Carol said, rubbing the back of her head in embarrassment at her mistake. "Well, let's find you some undies here at least." With how frequently she had accidents, she wasn't sure of the usefulness of panties, but to each their own.

The packs of assorted underwear ranged from neutral tones and colors, to adorable designs. Carol loved the one design which the days of the week in black text across the underwear, Alexa was busy looking at one with cute little hearts. These were definitely kid underwear, but they looked too cute not to buy a pair, Alexa reasoned.

"How about you get a pack or two, and then we can get your diapers." Carol said, helping Alexa to pick out the ones she wanted, she went with the two aforementioned, and some with bunnies on them. Alexa felt warm inside, the hope of finally getting near the chance of working her way to the underwear she had just bought. Following behind, Alexa helped pick out some pull-ups with some cute designs on them, and helped Carol load booster pads and some diapers into the cart. A thought popped into Alexa's mind, and she blushed a bit at having to ask Carol.

"I was, well I was hoping to get something like the nightie you were trying on. Not just, you know, kids panties." Alexa said, having liked the adult look of them. Carol stopped walking in the next aisle.

"Here we go, some cute nighties just like you were asking about!" Carol said, smiling obliviously to Alexa as she pulled a few off the rack and put them on the edge of the cart. Comparing them against Alexa, she took a couple and put them into the cart.

"I sorta meant a sexy version...You know, like you were wearing" Alexa frowned and whispered to Carol, who nodded in understanding.

"My bad. Before we leave the shopping centre, remind me, and I'll get you something." Carol said, distracted by the next aisle of camisoles and training bras. A pack of those camis into the cart.

Alexa smiled, and followed Carol around the store, not really making note of the purchases. Carol was thinking, sure, Alexa was only here for a bit, but better to have too much then too little, she supposed. Two changing pads, one for the car, one for the house, some new diaper changing supplies, a swim and shower cap, plus a few diaper covers, and swimming diapers. That all about did it for what Carol was hoping to get.

They were out of the store before Alexa realized it, walking back to the car as she flirted with Devin. Carol didn't need much help with the bags, preferring to let Alexa fiddle with her phone while she arranged everything in the backseat.

"Lexi, you said you have an important meeting tomorrow, right?" Carol said, finally having got the bags put away and sorted.

"Right. It's really my whole reason for the trip." Alexa said, the warm fall air giving her a good breeze. It contrasted nicely with her still damp and warm diaper.

"Well, do you want to go to a hairdresser? I was going to go anyway, but I figured you could come with." Carol said, grabbing the ends of her copper hair. "I have to get some light work done."

Alexa thought about, playing with her golden blonde hair. She wasn't big on going to a hairdresser, especially one in a fancy spot like this, but it did sound like a good idea. Look professional, right? "Sure! I could use a clean up."

The salon was about a 5 minute walk for the women, and Alexa contemplated what she'd ask them to do. Probably just like Carol said, a clean up.

"Carol, Carol, welcome back." The short, busty woman at the front desk said, her green hair in a bun. "Who might you be sweetie?"

"I'm Alexa, nice to meet you." Alexa said, smiling at the assisstant. People sure were nice here.

"We were both hoping to get some work done on our hair. When can you fit us in today?" Carol said, playing with her own hair by twirling it in her fingers.

"Actually, you caught us at a good time. Right now would work for the both of you." The girl said, then gesturing to Alexa. "What will she be doing today?"

"Whatever she wants to do is fine by me. It's her hair." Carol said, interested what Alexa might do. Hopefully, she'd change it up from just a blonde ponytail.

Alexa followed the women, but an older lady touched her shoulder. "Hey hun, we have a kid section this way. Just follow me."

Alexa replied, annoyed a bit. Carol and the woman had already disappeared into the back of the salon, so she was on her own. "I'm not a kid, I'm-..."

"You're right, you're a young woman. Sorry dear, I know I have to mind my terms." The late middle-age woman said, pulling Alexa past the room with Carol and the woman in it. "Now, your mom said you already had an idea of what'd you like to do. Will we be dyeing our hair today?"

Alexa was seated in a stylists chair, in a room which looked to be specifically designed for smaller customers. It was a lot more cutesy then the rest of the salon, with murals decorating the walls, and more popping colors.

"What do you think would look good?" Alexa said, not an expert on hair; this woman was, so she could most likely help her make a choice.

"Oh, that's a great question hun. Honestly, I think you'd look perfect with just about any color." The woman said, giving her a smile. "But, Golden blonde isn't the most in season with fall. What about a strawberry blonde, or some copper tones?"

"I guess, but couldn't that damage my hair?" Alexa asked, wondering if the rumors she had read online were true.

"Oh no! Very safe, that was back when I was a little kiddie like you that it hurt your hair." The woman smiled. "So, strawberry blonde it is. Now, you'll have to sit still for a bit. We have some headphones and music if you'd like to listen and relax while I work, and some cartoons on the TV."

Alexa began to respond, not all that settled on choosing to dye her hair, but the woman walked off to go confirm with mom. Popping to offered earbuds in and connecting to her phone, Alexa relaxed to her music for a second.

"She's going strawberry blonde? That sounds like a good choice." Carol said, surprised Alexa even was getting her hair dyed. The hairdresser nodded.

Coming back to Alexa, the hairdresser walked in on her with her eyes half opened, listening to music and watching the cartoons on the television. Kids, she supposed, never changed. By the time Alexa realized someone was even back, water was running through her hair, and she felt a hand rubbing against her scalp roughly. It felt amazing, like the massage she had at the airport lounge, but concentrated on a smaller space. Alexa's eyes faded and flickered. Riding the wave and listening along to her music, Alexa relaxed the muscles in her body, feeling herself go limp in the chair.

The hairdresser smiled, knowing her magic was good enough to put some kids right into nap time. Beginning the process of rubbing the chemicals into her hair, Alexa felt a fine comb running against her scalp. It made her feel electric. Meanwhile, her gut rumbled, having had its fill of coffee, shakes, and breakfast. Some part of Alexa's part urged her to release another muscle.

In her mind, it was a pain that was nagging at her from afar. Justifying releasing it was easy, and in very little time at all, Alexa felt a warm mush move into her diaper, filling the backside to its brim. The booster pad got a fair share of work as it sucked down another burst. Alexa's shapes had faded from the front, and back was translucent and obviously full.

With the relaxing and emptying of her stomach, Alexa felt herself falling asleep. Warmness hit her, and then she was out like a light.

"Only about 10 more minutes, then we can take the foil off." The hairdresser said to Carol, who stood at the door watching Alexa. Her haircut was done, after 45 minutes, but Alexa's hadn't even started. Looking at the passed out girl with the foil wrapped around her head, Carol found it hard not too feel a pang of motherly connection.

"While we wait, can I get my nails done? Toes too, I suppose." Carol said, not having planned on it but fine with it anyway. "French tips."

The stylist nodded, and they left Alexa alone to stew in her dirty diaper.

Chapter 13

"Hey sweetie, your foil is off. Time to wake up." The woman said, shaking Alexa. The young girl awoke with a gasp, and looked into the mirror.

The hair looked, without a doubt, absolutely amazing. At least by Alexa's standards. A perfect mix of strawberry and blonde, just a bit more copperish. It framed her very well, and she thought it made her look cute.

It did make her cute, and to the hairdresser, she looked like a girl excited to show off her new hair to her friends. Alexa poured out profuse thanks to the lady, preening herself in front of the mirror.

"Now, we got it dyed. What will you be doing for the styling today?" The woman said, happy to have satisfied the girl. The smell of hair dye reeked in the room, and Alexa herself felt dizzy. Maybe she should just ask the lady her thoughts. Especially since her head felt horrible right now.

You made a great choice with color. What do you think would be a fall friendly, but professional style?" Alexa asked, still amazed at the shift from blonde she had.

"Awh, thank you sweetpea. I'd have to think. You have a nice amount of hair, and I'd hate to cut any of it. What if we give you some curls, and a cute pair of bangs in the front?" The woman said, as Alexa blinked rapidly.

"Curls. I've never tried those." Alexa said, closing her eyes to catch herself. Her headache worsened a bit, and she tried not to pass out. She failed, relaxing into the chair at the first touch into her scalp, working her bottom into the messy diaper.

The haircut itself was quick, just a few snips to give Alexa bangs that reached right to her eyebrows. What took long was the curlers portion, taking close to half a hour just to let the curlers set. Alexa slept better than a baby during that, only waking up when she felt someone messing with her fingers, seeing Carols face, she went back to sleep.

"Sure, doing her nails while we wait for the curlers is fine with me. Do some of those cute pink gel ones with flowers or something, she'd like that." Carol said, hoping she had made a good read of Alexa's taste. The room stunk in here, mixing Alexa's accident with the remaining bleach to create an odor Carol wasn't eager to be around. Going outside the salon, she called her husband and waited for her friend.

Alexa awoke to being stood up by a few of the women. A full length mirror was in front of her, and her glasses got put on her face by the women. Touching the bangs, then the ringlets of curls, she was astounded how fresh it made her look. The curls gave her volume, and as she stroked through them, Alexa looked at her fingernails. Taking in the pink nails, she recognized different flowers on them, cute designs which made them pop. All together, she felt and looked like a new woman.

Carol was more then pleased by Alexa's new look. The curls, mixed with the glasses touching bangs, gave her a feminine, cutesy look that her previously flat hair couldn't have. Combined with the outfit, and the new nails, Alexa looked younger than a tween, closer to ending pre-K then gradeschool. Walking around, the bounce of girls solidified Alexa's new young look, and captivated Carol.

"Carol, thanks so much for taking me. I feel like a new woman." Alexa said, hugging Carol outside the salon. As she did, the dizziness and sleepiness left her body, and she realized that not only was her diaper wet, it was beyond full. Both girls embraced for a few seconds, and then Alexa spoke up. "Uhm, I may need a change. I sorta went in there."

"Oh, is that all I'm good for? Not even going to compliment my nails or hair, I see how it is Miss Lexi." Carol said, showing her French tips and much more elegant, and blonder hair. If the salon had lessened the appearance of Alexa's age, it certainly enhanced Carol's allure. Both women laughed as they walked, Carol's comment helped Alexa to deal with the waddle from the load in her diaper.

"I didn't mean it like that." Alexa said, taking Carol's hand and staring at the long French tips. "These look great Carol. And I'm not just saying that after you guilt tripped me." She followed up with, causing both women to laugh. Alexa felt a bit of jealousy from Carol's beauty, but admiration flooded that out.

For Carol, they were close enough to the car that they could just head over their to get a quick change, then be on their merry way. Alexa was puzzled why they were heading back to the car, especially when Carol asked her to hop into the trunk of the minivan. Staring at Carol, she noticed the changing pad, and made the connection.

Shaking her head, "No. We're in public....I can't." Alexa pleaded.

"It'll be quick, besides, no one will even bother us. I used to do it all the time with my boys." Carol said, struggling to see the problem. To all outside appearances, Alexa might be a tall Pre-K or kindergarten student. It wasn't unnatural for them to still need diapers, was it? Besides, they were parked so no one besides the countryside could see in, and she was 24, so it's not like it was that big of a deal.

Alexa pouted, and contemplated trying to take the diapers herself and change. But she had become pretty decedent on not doing that stuff....and she didn't really want to argue.

"Alright, um, could you back the car up to a spot that faces only the countryside? I...someone could drive by." Alexa said, shivering at the thought.

"Honestly Lexi, you're a dramaqueen about this stuff. I will do it, but only because I care about you as a friend and don't want you to stress yourself out over nothing." Carol said, backing up the car into a new spot. Alexa willingly hopped onto the changing pad, helping Carol get her skirt off and squeezing her eyes shut.

Carol was careful wiping down Alexa, the mess having had enough time to cling to her skin. When she finally cleaned, Carol stopped and looked at the bright red spots all over Alexa's bottom and near her hairless vagina. Grinding her teeth, Carol looked at Alexa and got her attention.

"How long did you let your accident sit?" Carol asked, the bright redness not looking too well.

"Uhm, I think I went before I got my hair dyed. It's kinda hard to remember. Why?" Alexa said, confused at the question.

"Because, you have the beginning of a rash. Wait here, I have to get you a special cream. It's pretty bad." Carol said, frustrated Alexa hadn't asked her for a change earlier. Taking a second to find the cream, she came back to a mortified Alexa hiding her face as she lay back in the trunk. "You know, you should tell me when you need a change. Letting it sit for hours is bad."

"Uhm, sorry Carol." Alexa said, sensing the sudden burst of anger from Carol. "I just, um, I fell asleep and honestly didn't think about it. I wasn't thinking." Alexa said, continuing on to babble another apology as Carol took a hand full of the cream.

"Relax Lexi, I'm just a bit frustrated, that's all." Carol said, less frustrated as Alexa flinched to ice cold cream. The other rash-cream was a light oil, this was caked on. By the end, Alexa's entire nether regions were whiter then snow, and that was before Carol put on a profuse amount of baby powder and oil. Alexa was feeling a bit squeamish as Carol finished taping the diaper up, since it pressed all the cream and powder agaisnt her skin, making her feel like she was back into another messy diaper all together. Carol pulled up a new diaper cover, this one rose red and with ruffles, and a plastic outlining.

"Alright, good to go." Carol said, helping Alexa to get out of the car. "See, what did I tell you? Did anyone say anything at all?"

"No, you're right. I just, well, like, what if someone saw me and called the cops? For being naked?" Alexa stammered out.

"Oh, no one would do that. I'm just a mom doing a diaper change." Carol said, shrugging her shoulders. Apparently, Alexa didn't realize how young she looked, or was trying to deny it. "Now, make sure to tell me next time before you spend two hours in a dirty diaper. Anyway, let's get some lunch."

Alexa could agree with that, her stomach grumbling in hunger.

Alexa got helped in the booster seat once more, with Carol fiddling with the straps and buckles. Again, Alexa got a fairly blatant cleavage shot staring at in amazement, passively watching Carol's breasts swing back and forth as she clipped everything in.

"Are your legs comfortable with this? I know this stupid thing..." Carol said, patting the middle part that stopped Alexa from closing her legs. "Probably doesn't help."

"Yeah, they're fine, honestly." Alexa said, more then ready to stop having Carols chest in her face. A second passed, and Carol's hands slid under the seat, pulling out two buckles which looked to be for someone's legs.

"Huh, weird. Oh, I see these clips. I guess they keep your legs from accidently rubbing into the little protrusion. Neat." Carol said, buckling the previously hidden sections. The effect was obvious to only Alexa, as Carol turned around and headed to her side of the car. Her legs were spread against the edges of the car, so even if the skirt didn't ride up, her diaper would be visible to anyone with two eyes. She spoke up.

"Carol, um, those buckles are....I can't shut my legs." Alexa blurted out, causing Carol to turn around and realize. Alexa's legs were wide open, exposing the rose diaper cover to the world.

"Here, let me loosen them then. I don't want to get pulled over for not having one of the buckles on." Carol said, leaning back and loosening them just enough that Alexa could close her legs.

With that, and some of music choices by Alexa, the two of them headed out. Badgering Alexa to make a choice, they settled on a nearby brunch spot. The restaurant fit with the shopping center, looking more expensive then most restaurants Alexa had been to in her life. Carol looked right at home, and they found a comfortable seat with a beautiful overlook of the surrounding nature; the patrons were primarily younger adults, most likely just waking up on the weekend.

"Honestly, I have no idea what to get." Alexa commented, rubbing her head at the menu.

"Here, maybe this is more your speed." Carol said, handing Alexa the kids menu. Laughing it off a bit, Alexa stuck her tongue out to fight back.

"There's a senior citizen section too, make sure you don't miss it grandma." She said, both of them laughing as the waiter came back with their drinks. Alexa, unable to decide between two dishes, not knowing if she wanted breakfast or lunch, settled on a platter to sample most of their options, hoping to try everything the restaurant had to offer, Carol settled for a crepe.

Both women enjoyed their respite from walking around and shopping, and once their food came out, they enjoyed the warm sun with cool air on their face. Eventually, Carol was finished, with Alexa still picking away at the platter of different foods. Some of it she didn't like it, but she was trying her best to finish it. Waste not, want not, after all.

"You don't have to finish your food Lexi, I promise I won't give you a spanking just for that. I have a host of other good reasons." Carol said, causing Alexa to laugh as she swallowed, and put down her fork.

"No, I'm going to finish. I ordered it." Alexa said, her eyes having been much too big for her stomach. How was she supposed to know 'sampler platter' meant it was for a family?

"How you aren't the size of a whale after how much I see you eat, I'll never know." Carol asked, rubbing her own stomach. "I drink too much water, and I'm back to looking like I'm 9 months pregnant."

Alexa enjoyed the conversation, talking with Carol about how her pregnancies and early childhood of her kids were. The waiter was more then helpful, making sure the women's coffee was topped off and water was never close to empty. Alexa's picking rewarded her with an empty plate, much to Carol's shock. Just how much food could you shove into that girls gut? The waiter came by with the bill, handing it directly to Carol, who took a quick look over it. Her charges were there, as were Lexi's, but right next to Alexa's rather expensive meal was 0.00, with small text underneath 'KIDS UNDER 10 EAT FREE'. As Carol was laughing to herself, Alexa snatched the check, putting her card in with it and handing it back to the waiter.

"Thanks for paying. You didn't have to do that, I'm quite fine with paying." Carol said, not used to anyone other than her husband paying for her meal.

Alexa shook her head. "No, I insist. Have to make sure you'll drive me back, afterall. No other reason." It produced a laugh out of Carol, and eventually, the women set off from the restaurant, with Alexa grabbing a few of the mints on the way out.

"My stomach hurts." Alexa complained as Carol strapped her into the booster seat; she mostly said it so she could think of something besides Carol's breasts, and her minor jealousy towards the fact that Carol even had the problem. Finishing strapping Lexi into the seat, and putting on the leg straps, Carol rubbed Alexa's stomach, jabbing it.

"I told you not to eat that much Lexi, you ate for a family of 9. Here, I think I keep something for tummy aches in the car." Carol said, heading to the trunk. Right, she did keep them. Pouring some into the cap, she brought it back to Lexi, who drank the pink liquid down. Her face scrunched up tightly, and Carol rolled her eyes.

Making sure she was strapped in one more time, Carol thought of the next place to go. Alexa meanwhile dealt with some rumbling in her gut. She didn't need the bathroom at all, but her stomach certainly didn't feel amazing.

"Uhm, I need toiletries. Shampoo, conditioner, soap, toothpaste. Toothbrush too." Alexa said, reading off the list of stuff she had remembered to write down on her phone.

"Right! I know just the shop." Carol said, driving the two back to the shopping centre. A smaller, sectioned off area of the centre had a tiny little shop selling all the products Alexa had mentioned. The clerk at the front counter greeted the two, but left them alone as they searched the store.

Carol helped Alexa to make her choices for scents. Cherry blossom for shampoo and conditioner? Bubblegum for soap? Both sounded good. As they walked around, a section of curlers stopped the ground, and Alexa squeezed the pack together, going back to play with her now curly hair.

"You know, if you want to keep that hair, you'll have to put those in at night." Carol said, taking a pack as well and looking at them.

"Really? Isn't that uncomfortable?" Alexa asked, putting down the curlers. Wearing another adornment (beyond her diaper) at night seemed irritating.

"Not really. These are cheap. Let's try them tonight, and if you absolutely can't stand it, just take 'em out." Carol said, producing an affirmative from Alexa.

They waltzed through the store, picking up any supplies Alexa needed. Stopping at the face cream section, Carol suggested Alexa get some to try. Alexa shrugged her shoulders.

"I've never seen a point. That and most makeup seem like wastes of money to me." Alexa said, feeling Carol smoosh the sample of the cream against her face. Shutting her eyes, she let Carol rub it into her face, spreading it evenly. It reminded her of the cream which surrounded her entire butt, which she had forgotten about during lunch. Once Carol was done, Alexa opened her eyes. Her face looked fresh, fresher then before at least. Radiant even. Smiling at the mirror, she enjoyed the look, and put a thing of the cream in the cart.

Carol enjoyed her smile, especially with how much more of a baby face the girl now seemed to have. It made her skin glow, and shined quite adorably.

They checked out, and Carol felt her phone buzz.

Paulie: Could u pick up my usu from coffee place

Carol: yes, will be home soon

Paulie: Love you

Carol: Love you more

Knowing what they needed to do next, Carol put the bags in the trunk, and helped Lexi arrange the last ones.

"Do you need anything else?" Carol asked, feeling like Lexi had asked for something else. What was it?

"I don't think so, but thanks for asking." Alexa said, knowing the routine at this point. Get in booster seat, get strapped in. As she sat against the booster seat, something stuck out from her back and caused her to shift. Pulling it out, she realized it was another strap. Carol said what Alexa thought.

"How many straps does this dumb product have? Here, let me check just so we don't get anymore surprises." Carol said, nearly sitting on Alexa as she felt around the entire thing for more straps and buckles. Opening up the thing which was between Alexa's legs, to reveal the last belt. It formed a V, rubbing up right against the front of Alexa's diaper; more importantly, the one Alexa had found ran across her stomach, tightly pressing on it.

As Carol worked, Alexa found it hard not to do her usual staring. Carol was struggling with the straps so much, her one tit was about to pop out. Alexa, captivated by the swinging, watched as it nearly....

"All done. This thing is so poorly designed, honestly, I'm surprised it's even allowed." Carol said. Alexa now was more then safe, as she a strap stopping almost every limb of her body from moving. The straps did her no justice, making it so it was truly impossible to not expose her diaper, seeing as they pulled and held up her skirt and legs. As they drove, the V-belt rubbed against her diaper cover, the sensation weakly touching her loins. 10 minutes after they had left the centre, a thought popped in Alexa's mind, and she felt idiotic for forgetting it.

"I meant to get one of those nighties! Shit, I forgot." Alexa said, having wanted something sexy to sleep in like Carol.

"Oh, but you already got some nighties. Remember, from the aisle next to the swim diapers..." Carol said, looking back at Alexa. Her diaper cover was well and truly exposed, and Alexa merely fidgeted nervously. Letting it alone, Carol let Lexi respond.

"No, I meant like the ones you got....You know, like sexy. Not cute." Alexa said, a blush returning to her cheeks.

"You did say that. I'm sorry sweetie, I should've remembered." Carol said, feeling bad she had forgotten about Lexi's outfits. "We can go back if you want."

"No, it's alright. I appreciate that you bought me those nighties in the first place." Alexa said, smiling at Carol through the rear view mirror.

Driving a bit more, Carol went through the drive-thru for the cafe her and husband loved. Pulling up to pay, she felt the cashier scan her car, and shift her eyes to the back. Lighting up, the girl smiled as Alexa stared at her.

"Oh my gosh, she looks so adorable in that booster seat." The girl said, leaning over the window to smile at Alexa.

"Um, thanks." Alexa squeaked out, having realized the girl was not talking about it in an adult sort of adorable.

A gaggle of girls came to the window, all coming over to the window to coo and ahh. Carol, not knowing what to do, let it happen as she waited for her coffee, and Alexa sat there, covering her face with her hands.

"Here, let's give her some ice cream. What does she want?" Another girl asked Carol. Looking back at Alexa, she spoke up with the exact orders she wanted. Sprinkles, fudge, chocolate bits with swirl. All the girls rushed to make it, and by the time they were done, they came back with the cream. One girl handed it back, with her subtly slipping a card to Carol.

"I babysit, call me if you ever need." The girl whispered the next part. "I deal with helping potty training too."

Carol drove off as Alexa enjoyed her ill-gotten icecream, staring at the card. Laughing a bit, she passed it back to Alexa. "Maybe I've found someone to watch you during the day."

Reading over the card, Alexa blushed, but knew she couldn't take the insult lying down. Ice cream on her nose, she stuck her tongue out at Carol through the rearview mirror, and spoke up. "Uh huh. And I'll have to get someone to watch you at the old folks home. We can both have babysitters."

As she made the jab, Carol pressed harshly on the break, causing Alexa to fall forward a bit. The strap across her diaper rubbed ever so slightly, giving Alexa just a sensation in her vagina. It was, oddly enough, pleasant.

Trading back light barbs on the way home, the two were in a jovial mood walking in. Paul was resting on the couch, headphones in his ear; he smiled as he felt Carol's breasts push up against his back, and a coffee presented to him. Alexa meanwhile headed upstairs with her various shopping bags, barely making it before her arms gave out. Leaving the bags in her room, she headed to the computer room, accessing her work material. Slides needed to be worked on, things needed to be researched, and she needed to feel comfortable before she walked in. Her company was counting on her, most importantly.

Getting lost in her work, she didn't heard Carol calling for her, and only looked at the time when Carol opened the door. "I've been calling you for dinner. Everything alright?"

"Oh, yeah. I've just been working on some things. I'll come down now." Alexa said, getting up from her desk. A few hours had past, with her realizing none of it.

Dinner was a calm, relaxed affair. Carol had made a delightful Italian dish, and everyone was in good spirits. Paul questioned a stammering Alexa about IT related things, needing information and clarification on topics Alexa was just actually researching. By the 10th question, Carol grabbed his arm, a little annoyed.

"Paul, let her enjoy dinner. What'd you need all this computer gizmo information for anyway?" Carol said, rolling her eyes.

"Well, um, I meant to say, but I'm getting sent on a business trip." He said, his attractive face displaying a bit of apprehension.

"Oh, where to? When?" Carol said, giving Alexa both her second serving, and whatever was left on her plate.

"Tonight. I leave tonight. I should actually start packing." Paul said, rubbing the back of his head and thanking both women before heading upstairs.

"Tonight? But..." Carol sighed, getting up from the table. Alexa was left alone in kitchen for a brief second, but Carol popped her head back in. "Could you put the stuff in the dishwasher? Also, when you're done, come up to your office. I already know I'm going to need your help."

Alexa nodded, scarfing down what was left of her food, drinking her tea, and cleaning the dishes. It took her a bit of time, and definitely felt like a chore, but she was done with it in no time. Rubbing her stomach in contentment, she did a once over on the kitchen, and headed upstairs into the office. It was locked, and she knocked.

Chapter 14

"Alexa?" Carol's voice whispered, which elicited a whispered response as well. "Oh, come in."

In the centre of the office stood Carol, holding up two of the nighties the women had bought that very morning. Both sheer, both almost the exact same look. One pink, one blue. More important then the nighties, however, was the fact that Carol was completely and utterly naked. Alexa looked away in horror, not wanting to see her friends nude body, but Carol grabbed her hand.

"I know you are a girl of good taste, Lexi. Help me choose to surprise Paul. Pink, or blue." Carol said, as Alexa opened her eyes. Looking up and down Carol, Alexa seriously thought. Carol gave her a runway model turn, exposing her juicy rear, thighs and long legs. Alexa eventually spoke up, saying...

"I knew it had to be pink. Thanks Lexi. Now, could you help me get this thing on." Carol said, throwing the blue one onto the chair, and taking the pink off its hanger. Alexa helped the woman as best she might with the skimpy lingerie piece, awkwardly touching her body. Carol seemed eager for the help, and let Alexa adjust the bra section more then once. Looking in the full sized mirror, she stood proudly in front of Alexa.

"Now, I remember you saying you wanted a nightie. I grabbed one we bought so you wouldn't be alone. Pink, so we can match." Carol said, pulling out a nightie that Alexa had bought from the kids aisle. It was pink, but neither skimpy nor sexy. A solid shirt with adorable ruffles making a tiny skirt, it'd look like it would barely cover Alexa's diaper, if that. Alexa backed up a bit, not really wanting another dressup session.

"Uhm, I'm alright. My skirt is fine." She said, with Carol frowning.

"Please? I really wanted to see you in this, I figured you'd look plain beautiful." Carol said, as Alexa's resistance crumbled into nothing. Quickly stripped of her outfit, she found herself pulling on the short sleeves of the nightie. She had been wrong on one count. It wasn't that it barely covered her diaper; it didn't cover anything besides the top section near her stomach. Exposed to the world was her diaper cover, the rose matching well with the pink nightie, adorned itself with a rainbow and a unicorn. Alexa looked at herself in the mirror, shocked at how immature she looked.

"Oh, my gosh. Alexa, you look adorable. Not just beautiful, but adorable." Carol said, hugging Alexa in a death squeeze. "Here, you stand right next to me. This warrants a photo."

Before Alexa really could react, Carol had her hand around her waist, with both women in front of the mirror, dressed in pink. Alexa, the peak of innocent, babified youth, stood next to Carol, the beautiful middle aged mother of 3. Snapping a few photos herself, Carol gave Alexa one more hug, then looked a bit serious.

"I'm....Paul and I are having private time for a bit, so I'd appreciate, you know, privacy." Carol said, rubbing Alexa's head and leaving the room.

Alexa was shocked and bewildered, not really knowing how to interpret what had happened in the past 5 minutes. Just as she was starting to make sense of it, Alexa, who's office was a fair distant away from the master bedroom, heard Paul's deep, rich voice.

"Carol, I...we can't. I have to get in my taxi soon." His voice said, his protest weakening as he spoke.

"You'll make it, baby..." Carol said, a zipper coming undone, and springs beginning to get pushed into the bed.

Alexa listened in horror, her ears begging her to stop; but her brain and loins urged her to listen on, both intrigued and a bit randy. She could always put her headphones in, and stop listening to the gasps....

The headphones remained in place, and Alexa heard higher pitched gasps, slapping, and the grunts and groans one might expect. Her hand snaked itself between her diaper and her diaper cover, rubbing against her vagina roughly. Sparks came up her spine as she deepened her rubbing and listening to the two, unable to pull herself away now. The car seat yanking against her crotch had excited her, and it was impossible to imagine stopping.

Her other hand typed on the keyboard, trying to find some to slick herself off to. Somehow, she ended up watching a secretary kneeling before her boss, enjoying every second of it.

Both hands now were rubbing against her diaper, and a small squirt of pee came out into her diaper. Alexa rubbed the warmth against her vagina, feeling just a bit disgusted. More sparks came, and some deeply horny part of Alexa contemplated flooding her diaper, making the material slick enough that she could rub one out through the diaper. Another contemplated just taking the diaper off entirely. As Alexa watched the cheap porno, and the moans from the other room enraptured her ears, she didn't know quite what to do.

Friction of a dry diaper wouldn't be enough. Alexa had never done this before, but she knew that would be true. Pee let her body, and Alexa basked in its warmth, enjoying the sensation as it filled her diaper. The combined drinks from throughout the day emptied themselves, swelling her diaper to almost the point of max capacity. Alexa tried to stop it, but pee continued on, leaking out of the diaper after a few seconds, thankfully caught by the cover. Her hands got back to work, squishing and grinding the now warm and wet front of the diaper right into her vagina.

The video switched, now to a nerdy girl with a model. Alexa was trying her best, whining just a bit loudly as she kept getting closer, and closer, and closer. It was just on the edge, like if she was being teased to orgasm.

Everything came at once. Her body shook, and she moaned loudly, louder then the only two (she thought), biting her knuckle. While she did, the seat of her diaper filled with all the food she had eaten, expanding to its limits too. Alexa grunted and groaned herself like a wild beast, enjoying the entire warmth around her waist, even after her breathtaking orgasm.

Another followed shortly after, and Alexa began to rub herself in circles through the wet diaper, throwing the diaper cover out of the way. Life felt amazing, like all the stress and humiliations of the past few days was gone, released like Alexa had released into her diaper. Her knuckle in her mouth shfited to a thumb, as suckled on that. Life was perfect. Until the door open.

"Paul's gone, i-...oh gosh sorry." Carol's voice said, as Alexa turned to look. Immediately, reality hit her like a truck.

She was jerking off through her diapers, watching some cosplaying MILF get pounded, and listening to two other people have sex. That's how low she had come. Beyond dreading the fact that Carol had seen her in that state, she quickly shut the tabs. She had to get to Carol before she thought she was some freak. Pulling the diaper cover up over the swelled padding was a struggle, but Alexa managed. Leaving the room with a heavy waddle, Alexa found Carol sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at Alexa with a friendly look. The ever worrying Alexa hoped things would be alright.

"Hey, I didn't realize. Sorry for that intrusion." Carol said, looking a bit ashamed of herself.

"I should be apologizing. Listen, don't think I'm weird or anything. I...I have no idea what came over me. I can leave, if you think I'm weird." Alexa said, her stomach wrenching at having been caught jerking off through something kids would wear. Her. A 24 year old. Rambling continued from Alexa, and Carol merely patted the side of the bed.

"Alexa, you're fine. Here. You're stressed. I don't think you're weird just because you were getting off." Carol said bluntly, pulling Alexa into the bed, and getting her between her lap. Stroking her back in circles, Carol calmed the hysterical Lexi. Both enjoyed the moment, as Alexa fell back into Carol's chest, resting herself between her breasts.

"I'm....Thanks Carol. I was so worried." Alexa said, calmed down a bit, but still feeling like a teenager who had got caught by their mom.

"Alexa, relax. Be quiet and just relax, you're shaking like a leaf." Carol said, squeezing the girl tighter and running her hands up and down her back, like she used to with her boys. Alexa shut her eyes, feeling surprised as Carol gently put Alexa's thumb into her mouth for her, but staying quiet and enjoying the experience.

Time passed, and eventually, Alexa came back to the world of the living, Carol still stroking her back. Pulling out her soggy thumb, Alexa began to speak, but was shushed by Carol.

"I don't think you're weird Lexi, but I do think..." Carol said, taking a dramatic pause. "...you need a change. And some punishment for leaking." Carol said, turning Alexa around and tickling the sleepy girl. Alexa giggled and had to lay on the bed, dealing with the tormenting tickles as more pee escaped her body, leaking from the diaper into the cover. Breathlessly, she begged Carol to stop, who eventually did.

"Lay down on the changing mat." Carol said, patting the mat beside the bed. Before anything, Carol put on a pair of gloves she had bought at the store, keeping her fingernails safe. Pulling Alexa's nightie off, Carol threw the diaper cover aside, staring at the leakage. "Just how did you leak with a diaper with a booster already in it?"

"Um, I...was focused on work and didn't think to use the bathroom." Alexa said, feeling a blush come onto her.

"Goodness Lexi. You need me to get you for potty time next time?" Carol said, sticking her tongue out at the girl as she undid the tapes. It was a doozy to get off, filled as it was. Alexa and Carol both wretched at the smell, and Alexa shivered as Carol wiped her down. Her vagina was sensitive, and Carol thankfully was not too invasive with her wipes.

"Flip over." Carol said, helping Alexa onto her other side. Finishing the wiping down, Alexa yipped a bit as the cream was caked onto her backside, with Carol spending more then enough time rubbing it in. Another layer came after, and Alexa felt like she was becoming more cream then human by the end, with Carol not finished until a massive amount of babypowder was put down.

Pulling the new diaper on, she slid a new booster pad in, on top of the one already in it. As she taped Alexa up, Carol watched her face betray her relief. "Stay here. I have to grab you a new diaper cover."

Alexa let her pull the yellow one up, decorated with sequins and ruffles. Walking in her new diaper, Alexa complained about the new booster pad, and the cream.

"This.....thing is rubbing me the wrong way. It's super annoying." Alexa said, fussing with the diaper a bit. Carol pulled Lexi's hands away.

"Just let it alone Lexi. You almost leaked, so you need it." Carol said. "Now, arms up." Alexa let the nightie get put back on her. She felt refreshed and somewhat back to normal.

"Thanks Carol. I mean it." Alexa said, now eager to put the experience behind and get back to work.

"Could you take your messy diaper to the pail. It's in your bathroom." Carol said, as Alexa nodded and robotically took the thing, throwing it into the discreet looking pail in the bathroom. Had been that there before? Whatever. Alexa still had work to do.

Work, work, and more work. Alexa might have been a bit neurotic about making sure she was okay with this presentation, but she had good reason to be. Presenting in front of possibly hundreds of leading experts in the software field, with her main focus being the boss of the company her company was hoping to partner with. If she didn't know the minute detail of every single aspect, she'd be fucked.

That's how she ended up captured by the monitor again, not looking up till Carol came back in the room. This time, there was no awkward exchange, but Alexa looked up, happy to take a break.

"I figured you could go for a midnight snack." Carol said, bringing a plate of deliciously smelling cookies in the room with her.

"Midnight?" Looking at her watch, she realized it was midnight. Shit, she had been sitting reading for hours!

"You get lost in work?" Carol asked, getting a nod from Alexa. The nod stopped as Alexa bit into the first cookie, lightly burning her mouth a bit. Taking a swig of the offered milk, she felt much better. "I just baked those. How'd they turn out?"

"Delicious. Like, truly amazing." Alexa said, swallowing down a few more of the cookies. Her stomach rumbled, appreciating food after hours of nothing. "God, that hit the spot."

The women talked and enjoyed each others company, with Carol having traded the nightie for a long sweatshirt. Alexa got up from her seat, stretching and cracking her back as she polished off the last parts of the cookie platter. Carol took the plate, letting Alexa finish her glass of milk.

"I know, he has to work. But it's so frustrating, you know? I had periods where he was in other countries for a year, two years at a time. Sure, I never have to work. But taking care of 3 boys is its own job." Carol sighed, playing with her hair. The time of night mixed with the light patter of rain to make the girls reflective. "Here, sit still while I put your curlers in."

"Sure, I understand. But you two seem to have a healthy relationship when he's back." Alexa said, leaning back in her chair. She hadn't just said that because of the loud sex they'd had but that certainly played a part.

"Mostly. I don't know. I'm just going stir crazy because I have an empty nest, and he is going to work like that till the day he dies. I love him, but leaving like he did now has happened so many times." Carol confessed, feeling her head droop a bit. She and Lexi both ought to go to bed. "What time do you need to be woken up for work?"

Alexa told her, and got ready to head to bed. She needed to sleep, lest she look like a witch for tomorrow's presentation. Helped back to her room by Carol, she was tucked in, nearly passing out the minute her head hit the pillow. Carol followed soon after, coming back upstairs after cleaning the dish off. Checking in on Alexa, she saw her sleeping restfully adorned with curlers. Taking the cute image to bed with her, Carol slept restfully, if a bit lonely.

Alexa's eyes had shut, but her mind was too preoccupied on thinking about work to truly get a restful sleep. When Carol shook her a bit, Alexa was up and standing in a shocking amount off time. Rubbing her eyes, Alexa thanked Carol, and started to head to the bathroom. Curlers bouncing cutely in her hair, she made into the bathroom, pulling her nightie off, before Carol came in.

"Lexi, you have to take your curlers out. Here, I'll do it. You get your diaper off." Carol said, working the curlers around slowly but surely as Alexa untapped her diaper and let it hit the ground with a thud. By the time Carol was finished, Alexa's hair had become even more curled, cutely mixing with her bangs to frame Alexa's face beautiful. Picking up Alexa's wet diaper and putting it in the the pail for her, Carol spoke up to the girl who was rubbing her eyes in exhaustion.

"You also need a shower cap, or you're going to ruin your beautiful hair. Here." Carol said, helping Alexa to put the rubber duck covered cap over her bountiful curls. Not so much as speaking, Alexa hopped in the shower with Carol's assistance, beginning to clean and shave (what little body hair she had) herself and finally wake up to the world. Carol took a few brief glances back, looking through the shower curtain to see Alexa's petite figure slowly awaking and lightly singing.

Alexa showered till she felt fully alive, and then some. Stepping out of the shower, she dried herself off, ready to get changed into a pair of clothes. Heading to her bedroom with a pink towel wrapped around her, she called out to Carol, but received no reply. Heading downstairs, she called again, with Carol in the kitchen humming away.

"Hey, I was ready." Alexa said, eyes meeting Carols. A smile covered her face, and she nodded, following Alexa back up the steps.

"Alright, lay down on your mat." Carol said, having brought Alexa's changing supplies from her room into Lexi's. Alexa consented, more things on her mind then a diaper change. Q1 results indicated what? she quizzed herself.

Carol got a great look at the starkly nude Alexa, realizing she truly had nothing up top, not even mosquito bites. She had seen much of it when they got a massage, but it was finally dawning on her that it was nothing in the slightest. Looking at the developing redness around Lexi's bottom, Carol felt a proud mom moment in the fact that she had caught it, even after all these years.

"Your rash is going to become worse before it becomes better. But, it'll be much less time like that then if we had done nothing." Carol said, finishing up with her process of changing Alexa. Alexa gave a passive nod, biting her lip as she thought. "Let's get you dressed like a businesswoman Lexi."

Getting dressed took about the same time as getting her diaper changed, with Alexa doing quite the same amount of work. Carol got the camisole on, helped Alexa get her slacks on, tucked in the blouse, pulled over the suit jacket, and helped her tie her shoes. Alexa wasn't acting like an invalid, but Carol could tell she certainly had something on her mind. When they were done, Alexa stood in front of the mirror, shocked at how well the outfit looked. For once, she didn't look cute; she looked like a serious businesswoman.

"Just wait till we get your makeup on. Now, come with me." Carol said, pulling Alexa along by the hand. A quick makeover session followed, with Alexa unusually squirmy during it. Light dusting of this, a coating of that, blending...tada. Putting her glasses on to see the results (and feeling the shwoer cap finally taken off), Alexa looked at the mirror in shock. With the makeup, she looked amazing. Like an adult. Like she deserved to look.

"Carol, thank you so much. I look amazing" Alexa said, nearly smooshing her face into Carol's chest for a hug.

"Stop, stop. You're gonna ruin my work." Carol said, giving Alexa a hug from behind instead, with her breasts pressing right into the girls back. "Now, let's get you some breakfast and ready for your first day of preschool."

"Uh huh, and let me go grab your walker old woman..." Alexa said, her previous serious, distant attitude broken down by the well timed joke.

Breakfast was amazing, with Carol making the nervously eating Alexa two stuffed omolette's and some hashbrowns. Scarfing it all down, Alexa drank her second cup of coffee, twirling her hair a bit with fidgeting nervousness. Carol gave Alexa the last remaining bacon and hashbrowns, and sat down herself to enjoy a light breakfast.

"You're a nervous eater. Hell, you've been nervous the entire morning Lexi." Carol said, after witnessing Alexa tap her fingers on the table for the millionth time. "Listen, you're gonna kick ass today. Worrying won't solve it."

"Thanks Carol. I'm ready, it's just like my mind wants me to know every minute detail." Alexa replied, stopping her finger tapping.

"You got it." Carol said, taking the dirty dishes from Alexa, who stood up with a purpose.

"I had a question for you. If I need a change throughout the work day, um, what should I do. Not that I'm going to wet or anything, I'll try my best to make it." Alexa asked, fidgeting with her slacks.

"Oh, I was planning on meeting you for lunch and changing you then. I can pack you something if you want to enjoy lunch by yourself..." Carol said, looking a bit sad at that prospect.

"No, no, that's completely fine. I just wanted to make sure, that's all." Alexa replied, getting a clear smile from Carol. "I'll definitely try not to have an accident."

Carol took the comment a bit and asked herself if that was true. Pulling Alexa out to the car, she realized at the door she was still in only her sweatshirt. Throwing on a pair of sweatpants, she headed out to Alexa fidgeting with the booster seat, looking confused by the belts.

"I think I got it. No worries." Alexa said, giving a thumbs up.

"You didn't. In fact, I think you messed it up so badly you might have to walk." Carol said, in mock horror. "Hold still, you put that belt in..."

It took a few minutes, but Carol had fixed Alexa's little adventure with the booster seat. All the while, Alexa felt just a bit embarrassed to have messed up a kids thing, and that Carol's chest, hidden by the sweatshirt, bounced in front of her.

"Alright Ms. Grabby hands, leave it up to the smart people to do your booster seat." Carol said, tapping her head. "Now, where were we going?"

Alexa felt her phone buzz, and she saw it was her boss.

"Ms. Johnson, I'm glad we could talk before your presentation." Mr. Yawena said over the phone, sounding puffed up, yet nervous.

The two briefly spoke up Alexa's plans, and the end of the phone call drew near.

"What did I once tell you, Ms. Johnson?" His voice asked in all seriousness.

"Act like the adult I want to be treated like?" Alexa asked. It wasn't once that he asked, it was every damn time he ever spoke to her.

"You're the first person to remember my quotes in a long time. I'm touched." The old man said, a bit of hope stirring in his heart. "You'll do great Ms. Johnson. I'll be watching."

The line went dead, and Carol pulled into the parking lot of the company. Helping Alexa from her booster seat, she gave the girl a pat on the diaper, and a light hug, stopping her from going in and ruining her makeup.

"You got it. Give 'em hell." Carol said, pushing Lexi from the butt towards the front door. Watching the girl walk in, she felt quite proud to have given the girl even a minor bit of confidence. Alexa disappeared into the imposing tower, and Carol left the parking lot, both feeling better.

Chapter 15

"I'm sorry, we don't have a Misses Johnson on our list for entry. Might you be thinking...." The redhead secretary at the front desk asked once again, chewing bubblegum like a horse chews hay. Alexa's eyes drifted towards her chest, which nearly was popping the buttons of her already popped blouse.

"Miss Johnson. Miss Alexa Eve Johnson. I'm on there." Alexa said, frustrated as can be.

"Oh, I don't see you on here sweetie." The secretary said, giving the girl a pitiful smile.

"J, you're looking at an older list. Give me one second to help her ma'am." An older man at the front desk said, sliding in front of the woman's computer. "Right. Here you are. Alexi Johnson."

"Alexa Johnson." Alexa said, annoyed at the slight difference.

"What I meant to say." He said, knowing Alexa's tone. "Proceed through the detectors on your right please, security will have your badge."

Alexa nodded, and walked through the detector. A loud BEEP let her know something was amiss, and an older woman in a security outfit walked up to her, with a younger man dressed similarly approaching soon after.

"Misses Johnson, we were told to expect you. Since you'll have a Level A badge for today, we'll need to do a quick search of your person off the side. Nothing invasive, just standard operating procedures." The older woman said, smiling. Alexa nodded, and followed the two into a small room, which might charitably called an interrogation room.

"It's Ronnie's second day on the job, so bear with us for a bit. I'll be here to observe." The woman said, following it up with. "I'm Miss Sadie, just so we all know each other."

The wand Ronnie held gave a loud BEEP, and Alexa watched him run it again. It was around her waist. He asked her to unbuckle her pants, and shimmy them down a bit. Alexa shook a bit, and slowly pulled them down. It beeped again, this time around her thighs. She brought her slacks to her ankles, and the portly man approached her.

"I'm just going to have to do a quick, routine patdown miss." He patted her shoes, then feet, and slowly worked his way up her legs, reaching the cutesy diaper cover. Alexa hoped he thought it was simply just panties, but he knew better, and pulled open the front to inspect the diaper, then the 2nd part. "You wouldn't happen to have anything in your, ehm, undergarments, would you miss?"

"No...I..um...no.." Alexa stuttered out, her face red with horror. How did she always end up in these situations?

"No need to be nervous Miss Johnson. I'll just have to do a quick check of..." The portly man said, reaching to pull her diaper cover down, with it sliding effortlessly down to her ankles. The woman coughed a bit, and they both looked at her.

"Ronnie. You need to be more careful. She had a flashdrive in her pocket. Run the wand over her, I'm sure she's clean." The woman said, taking in a good look at Alexa. She was clean in the diaper, at least. The wand made no noise, but did BEEP over the flashdrive. Ronnie helped Alexa with her pants, smoothly out her diaper as she shimmed them back onto her body. "Sorry about that miss, training and all. Ronnie, give the girl the safety brief, paperwork and come to my office afterwards."

Alexa received a brief from the man about security expectations and the like, and took her badge, thankful for the situation to be over. After paperwork was finished, she noticed a rating form was left, to judge the security guard. He looked at her, eyes just a bit pleading.

"If, if...don't tell anyone about my diaper. You get a 10." Alexa said, and he nodded.

"Lips sealed. My two girls wear the same brand actu......" The man said, getting daggers from Alexa. "Right, lips sealed." She slid the paperwork to him and headed upstairs. Thankfully enough, she had been so early that the slight diversion barely stressed her regarding time.

The conference room was on the 51st floor. Alexa got herself set up and ready, stretching a bit. Eventually, after a few mock presentations, a gaggle of older looking folks came into the room. The one she recognized was the company CEO, and the rest looked like Board members. They shook her head, clearly ready to start. An intern gave her three fingers, then two, then one, and Alexa began.....

"...Great question Miss Armworth, regarding the software developed in Q2, I..." Alexa blinked, answering the question like it was second nature. Another fired, then another. A short water break gave her a second of ease, as she gulped down a full glass. An intern refilled her off camera water, and she went back to presenting and answering the frequent interruptions.

After nearly a hour, her bladder was pained, and Alexa felt her focus slipping. She knew, on some level, the reason was that alone. Her confidence was up, her spirit ready to explain what she knew, but her bladder was interfering. Making the connection, she felt her bladder begin to leak and then pour itself into the diaper as she answered another question, soaking the diaper. Whatever part of her recognized she had just pissed herself on a live stream of more then a hudnred business people put that into a memory hole, as did the idea that she willingly used it.

Standing behind the podium, Alexa neared the end of her presentation, having sold even herself the companies plans, and their R&D pitches. She concluded with a confident "Any more questions?"

The question produced it's own questions, and Alexa faltered a bit. Two hours. It had been two hours of on her feet, constant speaking, and her bowels felt just a bit pressured. After she had answered a question on software's future, biting her lip and coughing slightly, she attempted to cover up her filling her diaper. Nothing came out, and Alexa knew it wouldn't be as easy as just pushing and praying. Needing an excuse to squat down, she went back to a previous slide and pointed to the lowest point, squatting all the while. Mess filled her diaper, and Alexa knew she was back in the game as she fired off another response to a question.

Questions drew to a close as the front of Alexa's soggy and sagging diaper began to cool and turn gross. Thankful for the last question as the stream ended, Alexa stood behind the podium, staring at the CEO and board members. The man at the centre spoke first.

"Miss Johnson, a fine presentation, if I do say so myself. Please, we must discuss business. Take a long lunch, after a performance like that, I believe you warrant it. Come back in say, 2 hours." He looked around, his confident frame and demeanor swaying the board members to his side. "Right. 2 hours then."

Alexa thanked them, and headed out. A text made its way to Carol, letting her know she was ready for lunch. By the time Alexa had gotten out of the elevator and stood outside, Carol sent a message saying she'd be there in two. Her mom van pulled up to a parking spot, and Alexa tried her best not to display much of a waddle as she worked her way over. Hugging the happy Alexa, Carol sensed the positive vibes radiating from Alexa's face.

"How'd it go?" Carol asked.

"Great. Good. I felt like I didn't miss a single question." Alexa said, her confidence shifting lower as they approached the car. Looking around a bit, she leaned over to Carol. "I do need a change, though. Uhm, presentation jitters and all. Sorry, I couldn't get it earlier." Alexa said sheepishly, remembering Carol's complaint from yesterday.

"You're in trouble missy, next time, I expect you to stop that presentation the minute you use the bathroom." Carol said, doing her characteristic joking wag of the finger. "Let's get you changed in a spot a bit more discrete, I know you stress the little things."

Alexa smiled, letting herself get buckled into the booster seat with no incident. Her eyes got a good view of Carol's breasts in her crop top, and she enjoyed the slight jiggle. It wasn't perverted to stare at something she saw every car ride, right?

'More discrete' turned out to be a two minute drive into a hidden area of the parking lot, and a good angle to allow only Carol to see into the car. Alexa contemplated asking not to be changed in the corporations parking lot, but appreciated Carol's nice words and hopped into the back with no protest. The change was easy enough, and Alexa shivered as a breeze combined with the cream made her bottom feel like it had icicles. Carol giggled at her shivers, but stopped when some loud footsteps came near the car.

"Miss, I'm sorry, but this is a no parking zone." An older man's voice said. It was Ronnie. Alexa could tell after a few words, that's how deep the experience from that morning had gotten into her.

"Oh, I'm so sorry sir. Might I finish changing my daughter, then I'll head out?" Carol said, placing Alexa's diaper down to turn towards the man.

"Certainly. Apologies for the interruption there Miss. Heavens knows my wife would throw me out if I stopped a mom from changing a diaper." Ronnie replied, going on his merry way. His eyes checked Carol out, but he paid no attention to the kid being changed, hidden as she was by her mother.

Alexa told Carol what had happened as they drove to lunch. A laugh followed, and Carol brought it up as they sat in a nearby Spanish restaurant.

"You're sure it was him?" Alexa confirmed. "God. Well at least he couldn't see much. I was standing between you two, and he was checking me out like a creepo." Carol said, rolling her eyes.

Their food came, and Alexa dug, all the stress of the day having gotten to her. She knew it wasn't over yet, but at least what she controlled was. Eventually, they headed out, and Alexa found herself back in the conference room, ready to receive the news.

"Miss Johnson, we can familiarize ourselves more and go into greater detail at a later date. But we need help now. So, and I know I am not alone in saying this, we accept your company's proposal." The man's honeyed voice said, the words flowing into Alexa's brain.

Some pleasantries were exchanged, and Alexa dealt with some last minute questions and the like. Her celebration came as she was alone in the elevator, jumping up and down from the excitement. She'd done it!

Carol was happy for the girl, telling right away the news was good. Before she could get much of a word in, Alexa felt her phone vibrate. Her boss.

"Miss Johnson, I got a phone call from my boss telling me the brief of the results. Congratulations, of course." His voice said, betraying his obvious joy at the result. "Now, your docket was clear tomorrow, correct?"

"Yes, Mr. Yawena." Alexa replied, a bit nervous for what he might ask of her. Another presentation....?

"Enjoy the day off, please. I know you put your all into that presentation, all 2 hours and 43 minutes of it. We can talk more after you get some R&R." His voice said happily, with the phone dead after a few little goodbye's were said.

"My boss, he gave me tomorrow off for how good I did!" Alexa smiled, getting buckled in. Carol and Alexa talked excitedly on the way back, and Alexa threw her suitjacket down on her bed once they were back.

"You're not gonna pass out on me, are you?" Carol asked, holding a glass of liquor. "We have to celebrate."

"I don't know...I'm not a big drinker.." Alexa said, even as she stood up took the glass from Carol.

Swinging back a shot, she tore off her work outfit, Carol egging down another one between the both of them before she even had a pair of pants on. Throwing on the nightie she had yesterday, Alexa reached around for a pair of pants, taking too long to find any.

"Oh, you'll just be at home. What do you need pants for? Come on, live a little." Carol scoffed, her logic convincing the already buzzed Alexa.

The two headed to the basement, enjoying watching some films and forgetting about any of the troubles of the day. By the time they ordered pizza, Alexa was more drunk then Carol. They were about the same by the time the delivery person arrived at the door.

"Ugh, Lex, the best scenes coming up. Could you grab the pizza? Monies on counter." Carol asked, not wanting to get up. Alexa agreed, slightly stumbling her way up the stairs, forgetting about being without pants. Carol watched her diaper pass, noticing the obvious yellow colouration on the front.

Chapter 16

"Pizza?" Alexa asked as she opened the door. In front of her stood an average height, cute looking boy, maybe Alexa's age, maybe a year or two younger.

"Pizza! Do you have your mommy or daddy who could pay for your pizza?" The boy asked, smiling at the adorable little girl in front of her. Wet diaper, cute pink nightie, without much of a care in the world.

"Um, money is right here." Alexa said, looking around for the money. Where was it? Waddling her way around in front of the boy, she searched for it high and low. "Uhhh, I'll be right back."

"Carol, where's the money?" Alexa slurred speech reached her ears, and Carol got up, annoyed but expecting it. She might have forgot it. Kicking her pants away from her ankles, she stumbled up the steps, seeing Alexa at the top.

"Right here. Duh, on the counter like I said." Carol said, grabbing the money from a spot Alexa hadn't checked. Her figure didn't make the boy see anything cute like Alexa, he was merely happy to see the tight crop top and boyshorts Carol wore as she handed him the money, Alexa standing in the background in her wet diaper. His lusty eyes tracked her movement as she took the pizzas, and he hated having to leave. "I swear Lex, you'd lose your head if it weren't screwed on."

"I couldn't find my glasses." Alexa said, taking the pizzas downstairs.

By the time the pizzas were finished, neither woman knew who was more intoxicated, but both were riding the high of it. Alexa's last memories were of a drunk Carol trying, and failing, to change her diaper after Alexa filled it during a tickle fight. Her next feeling was of warmth around her, and her eyes opening up.

Someone's arms were wrapped around her. Tight. Like they were squeezing her for dear life. Alexa blinked, trying to make sense of the world around her. It was dark, and the only noise she heard was the persons light breathing, and the feeling of two orbs on pressing on her back. Alexa turned, and whoever was squeezing her pulled her closer, making an annoyed sound. Craning her neck, she realized the person was Carol, snoozing the time away; she was in the blue nightie she had discarded from two days prior. Alexa wanted to wake her up, but she felt a burning sensation from her hips, and the disgusting feeling of a wet and messy diaper well past its changing time. Now she definitely had to wake her up.

"Carol, Carol, Carol..." Alexa repeated, lightly shoving the woman. If her mess hadn't made Alexa desperate, the rancid smell was. After the 50th shove and Alexa nearly screaming her name, Carol stirred, pulling Alexa into a tight hug, her face pressed right against her one breast. Some muffled shouting seemed to rouse Carol.

"Huh...I'm up, I'm up." Carol repeated, putting her head in her hand. Her nose noticed the problem first, and her eyes opened to stare at Alexa. "Change. You need a change."

"That's what I've been trying to say." Alexa mumbled, still a bit smooshed in Carol's body. Carol woke up fully, pulling Alexa out of bed and into her room to get a change.

Somehow, some way, the night prior, Carol had put a diaper over Alexa's already messy diaper, meaning Alexa had gone the whole night resting in the diaper. By the time it was off, Alexa's rear looked blood red, and even the sleepy Carol grimaced.

"That needs air. Like, you shouldn't wear anything till that thing gets a few hours out in the open." Carol said, rubbing the cream into Alexa's skin profusely. "Alright, let's get back to bed. I'm sleepy, and need..."

Both women spotted it at once. Not massive, but a large enough wet spot. Alexa looked at the ground, ashamed; Carol looked amazed.

"How? Two diapers, and you made it through. Amazing." Carol said, going back to Alexa's room. "I got these if you ever wanted to try panties, but they should work now." The two went to Alexa's room, putting a pad down ontop the plastic sheets. Carol passed out almost immediately, but not before turning Alexa into a little spoon. It felt the furthest thing from sexual, feeling like Carol was cuddling a teddy bear. Sleep came over Alexa, and she was happy when it did.

A few hours later, Carol was the one who woke first. Looking at the dozing Alexa, sans nightie, only wearing curlers in her hair, securely tucked in her arms like a doll, she tried to slip herself free of the girl. It was hard, to end a moment she enjoyed so much. The sheets were the only part that got wet, with the mattress almost getting nothing on it. Carol breathed a sigh of relief, and threw the sheets into the wash. Back to Alexa. Pulling the girl up and waking her up she got mere grumbles as responses. What woke Alexa up was a wet wipe on her butt, looking panicked.

"Relax, relax. Stay still, I'm trying to look at your red little rear." Carol said, splaying Alexa's legs open too get a better look. It looked better then a few hours ago, but maybe that was just because Carol was looking at it awake and under light. Alexa seemed nervous.

"I didn't mean to wet, uhm, on your sheets." Alexa stuttered out, her headache mixing with the burning on her bottom to make an uncomfortable looking girl.

"My fault. I shouldn't have just strapped another diaper on you and called it good." Carol said, a brief moment of inspiration hitting her. "You need another booster. At a minimum."

Alexa with another booster in her diaper walked with a more pronounced waddle, and she looked a bit horrified at it all. Carol patted the diaper, and rubbed her eyes. She needed a coffee and some headache meds; Alexa waddled to the bathroom, vomiting with some assistance from Carol.

The taste of coffee filled Carol and Alexa's mouth at roughly the same time; both women sat in the kitchen, Alexa in her diaper and curlers, Carol in a sweatshirt. Both sat there, recounting last night with some bemusement.

"I couldn't find the money, I swear..." Alexa giggled, sipping down some milk alongside her coffee. A pounding headache was being washed away by the caffeine.

"Uh huh. Just like you couldn't find any pants when a boy came to the door, huh?" Carol said with a teasing tone.

"Oh my gosh. I showed my diaper to that boy. My wet diaper." Alexa replied, the realization just now hitting.

"Yeah, and the world didn't end, did it? He probably thought you were a kid or something Lex, and he probably forgot who we even were the minute he got to his car." Carol said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Do I....not even look like an adult?" Alexa said, annoyed at Carol's bluntness, and realizing she needed something to cover up her nude body. Some part of her brain wanted to hear Carol's opinion, her judgement, so she hid nothing of her body.

"Of course you look like an adult, seeing as you're an adult. I'm just saying in that moment, he probably just thought you were a little kid." Carol soothed Alexa, who's defensiveness was obvious. "Alright, you have today off. Let's enjoy it! But, could you clean up the basement while I do some stuff, then you can shower and get ready."

Alexa nodded, first heading upstairs to get her nightie. It came back on as she waddled down the basement steps, picking up the pizza boxes and assorted trash from the night before. A few crumbs were on the ground, and Alexa grabbed those too; after maybe 20 minutes of work, the basement looked as good as new, maybe even better. Alexa hopped up the steps, eager for a shower.

The dry diaper hit the ground with a rustle, and Alexa let the warm water embrace her body. Alexa stepped out after enough time, drying her body off and gently dapping her rear off, with Carol walking in, dressed in the same sweatshirt. Taking Alexa's shower cap off, she worked the curlers out of her hair, and finished drying off the girl. Alexa followed her to the changing pad, with Carol tutting a bit.

"We wasted a good diaper and booster pad. Next time, I guess I just will have to glue them if the tapes won't get back on." Carol said, causing both of the women to laugh a bit. It was an easy process, and Alexa felt like she had a bucket of cream in her pants as she waddled around while Carol rooted through their boutique purchases.

"Here we go!" Carol said, patting Alexa's behind to get her attention. A pair of cotton white stockings came up Alexa's legs, both stopping right below her diapers. Alexa giggled at the image in the mirror, and spoke up.

"I look like I have a really big butt. Are you jealous?" Alexa asked, doing silly poses in the mirror. Her previous embarrassment days prior with Carol seeing her was gradually fading away, especially after the women had changed her countless times.

"Yes, I'm very jealous of your big butt. Hey, what's this? Are you padding?" Carol said, jokingly patting the diaper and tickling Alexa. A slight shot of pee made its way into the diaper, and Alexa let Carol finish dressing her. Mary Janes for shoes, a pink skirt, a shirt with 'Princess' in cursive. Alexa looked at herself in the mirror, and Carol smiled at her work; she still had it, the ability to dress a child in no time. Pulling a big yellow hair bow from the bag, she worked her hands through Alexa's hair and tied the bow with it. Next came a light dusting of makeup, accentuating Alexa's rosy cheeks and giving her cute lips. Alexa let Carol work, and smiled at the results, but a small scowl formed on her face.

"You don't think I look too young like this, do I?" Alexa questioned.

"No, I think you look very cute Lex. Don't stress over it so much, especially not after an expert..." Carol pointed at herself. "...just did your makeup..." Carol left her alone in her room, and Alexa opened her phone up to text Devin. Their conversation had been flowing decently well, and Alexa wanted to continue. A message from last night popped up.

Alexa: sadfadaf txt me ?

Devin: Huh, you alright Lexi?

Alexa typed, realizing she must've texted Devin in a drunken stupor. He deserved a message back.

Alexa: Sorry, had too much to drink. What do you think of my outfit?

She snapped a photo in her rooms mirror, trying to get a good angle of the whole ensemble. As she sent it, she realized a slight part of the changing mat peaked out, and she contemplated deleting it. Seeing an email notification, she forgot that thought.

"Ms. Johnson,

I apologize, I had a medical emergency in the family and forgot to call you back. Might we talk at your earliest convince to set up a point where I can drive down to exchange things? My children and I need a roadtrip.

Diana Sauers"
Alexa was annoyed, having forgotten about her laptop herself. Both had blended to the back of her mind as she had prepared for the presentation. Heading to the computer, Alexa began to type a response to the email. Just as she was nearing the end, Carol came into the room, having tried on clothes she bought as well. Her outfit was different, a bodycon dress with a pair of pink heels and some jewelry; the bright red lipstick only gave her further allure, making Alexa nearly drop her mouth open in shock at the transformation from mom in a sweatshirt to beautiful babe.

"Hey, no work today!" Carol said, turning Alexa away from the desk. "Listen, how does this look? I still need to finish my makeup, but I liked the lipstick."

"Carol, you look amazing. Like, seriously." Alexa babbled as Carol gave a 360 degree turn to show off her body.

"Well, you certainly are the flatterer. Now, you get out of this office right now missy, I refuse to let you work yourself to the bone." Carol said, beaming after the compliment and putting her hand on her hips. Alexa followed her downstairs, sitting on the couch as Carol turned on the TV. Cartoons popped up, and Alexa found herself enraptured by a cartoon she hadn't seen since she was in grade school. Sipping on some fruit juice, she only realized her last 30 minutes had been spent watching a kids cartoon when the show ended. Carol came down, makeup finished and with sheer pantyhose on. It was a sexy, yet not overtly slutty look. Grabbing Alexa's attention, Carol saw the fruit punch in her hand, glad someone enjoyed the purchase.

"I think I'm ready, sorry for the wait. Let's get some breakfast somewhere, then I can show you around the city proper." Carol said, pulling the lazy Alexa off the couch and out to the car. The booster seat performed its job well enough, and Alexa struggled impossibly to close her legs or keep her skirt down. Breakfast was at a beautiful vista, fitting with Carol's manner of dress and quite at odds with Alexa's. When they finished, Carol showed Alexa around the town, having given her the 'borrowed' backpack to carry her changing supplies. The leash dangled, and a constable walked by the pair, flagging Carol down.

"Miss, if your child's bag has a leash, borough law states you must have possession of it at all time." The man said, as Carol nodded took the leash.

"I'm so sorry officer, I didn't know. Could you forgive me?" Carol gave him puppy dog eyes, working her magic as he relaxed.

"Of course miss. You and your beautiful daughter have a wonderful day." The man said, heading down the street as Carol gave a 'sorry' to Alexa. The nice weather and beautiful city made Alexa forget about the annoyance of being led on a leash by Carol.

Until her phone rang, of course.

"May I please speak to Miss Alexa Johnson?" A serious voice said through the phone.

"Who you're speaking to now. How might I help you?" Alexa said as she sat on a park bench. Carol had left to grab something from a nearby food truck.

"Miss Johnson, I'm so glad I could reach you. I'm Melissa Alizvon from Tech Focus. I was hoping you could come back to the office today and sign some forms." The woman's voice relaxed after hearing it was Alexa.

"Forms for?" Alexa asked, confused. Carol came back with some snowcones, with Alexa eager to try hers. She made Alexa wait till the phone call was done.

"Oh, my apologies, I should've started with that. Your presentation yesterday was excellent. We'd like to put it on the front page of our company website. Since you don't work for our company, we'd just need a consent form from you." The woman stated.

"Gotcha. When should I come in?" Alexa asked, hoping it wouldn't be today.

"Today works. Actually, I'll be busy tomorrow, so I'd need you to be here today. How's in about a hour sound?" The woman's voice asked.

"Uhm, yes, but well could I have a bit more time...?" Alexa asked.

"You said yes? Sorry, you're breaking up. I'll see you in a hour then." The voice said, with the line going dead.

"Shit." Alexa said, licking her snowcone.

"Work?" Carol questioned, watching a group of young men playing volleyball shirtless. She felt a stirring in her body as she thought about Paul, who's body looked so similar to those men.

"Yes. Damnit. I have to go in to sign a form. Like, now." Alexa said, annoyance very evident.

Carol sighed, sad their day was being cut short like that. But work came first, especially for her friends. Alexa hopped back into the booster seat, watching with eager eyes as Carol's boobs jiggled in the dress. Carol noticed her eyes, and looked down at her chest.

"Are you just always going to gawk at poor old me as I get you in your booster seat?" Carol asked, pulling the one strap just a bit too tight, meaning Alexa had zero chance not to display her diaper cover during the drive. She had to wait to zing back as Carol walked around the car.

"Sorry, I just was having two watermelons shoved in my face. Hard not too stare when I nearly suffocate every time." Alexa said, sticking her tongue out at the laughing Carol.

"Alright, that was a good one." Carol said, and the women enjoyed the nice car ride to the corporate tower.

Getting into the lobby was easy enough, and Alexa saw that dreaded red haired secretary from yesterday, making sure to avoid the bitch. Instead, she walked up to a nicer looking young woman, who seemed just a bit frazzled.

"Ms. Alizvon? Oh certainly, you'll see her on floor 42..." She checked the directory. "Room A3. Elevator is to your right Miss." She got back to typing on her computer. Alexa walked through the metal detector, setting off the alarm. The two guards from yesterday walked over to her.

"You were here yesterday, weren't ya?" Ronnie said, remembering the diaper wearing businesswoman from yesterday. She looked much, much younger today.

"I was. Um, I had to head up the elevator." Alexa said, taking a badge from the men and heading up the elevator.

"Ms. Alizvon is currently getting coffee, could I take a message?" A young male clerk sat at a desk in front of the woman's office.

"I needed to meet with her to sign some consent forms...?" Alexa questioned. Hadn't that woman said she'd be here?

"Oh right, Ms. Johnson. She should be back soon. She asked me to get you your photo taken while we waited." The man said, standing up.

Alexa followed him through the floor, confused why she needed a photo; he explained it would be on the company's front page, so they wanted a photo of who the speaker was. Sitting in a chair, in front of a camera, Alexa prepared herself to have the photo taken. Until....nothing happened.

"Shit. Sorry, language. Shoot. Let me find a new camera." The boy said, walking off. Alexa felt her bladder begin to stir at the worst time, and she fussed with her outfit as she waited. Don't use the bathroom while getting her photo take, she told herself.

"Right, I found a camera lyin around. I'll just do it manually." The intern said, as Alexa focused on his words. Her bladder was pained. Beyond reason. Fidgeting with her stockings, she tried to look as professional as possible in the outfit, hands on her knees.

Thankfully, she didn't repeat what happened at the security room. Instead, her bladder began to flood the diaper before the guy had even taken the photo. Slamming her legs shut, she failed to even ebb the flow, and had to let it finish as her booster pad began to overflow.

"Shoot, the cap was on. Sit up tall for me, please." The man said, as Alexa straightened her back and tried to not to think of her accident. Taking a few snaps, Alexa got up to look at them. In all of them, due to the man's terrible angling, her diaper cover was obvious, and she felt like one could see yellow if they peered into them long enough. About to ask for them to be retaken, Alexa lost the chance as the man pulled the camera away.

"I was one of the interns who helped yesterday. I go to college nearby here, and let me tell you, that was freakin amazing." He said, walking back to the room.

Alexa forgot her earlier concerns as she began to talk to the intern, and slowly realized he knew what he was talking about. Lost in technical details, she didn't realize how much time had passed until the intern looked at his phone and grimaced.

"Hey, before Ms. Alizon get's back, could I get your number? Maybe to get coffee sometime?" The boy said, and Alexa nodded, amazed at the fact that she had gotten a second boys number.

Signing the forms was simple enough, and Alexa was outside the company office in no time. Having forgotten about Carol in the car, Alexa rushed over, feeling bad for making her friend wait for at least half a hour.

"My bad, my bad. Sorry, I had to wait on the woman to sign the forms." Alexa said, panting a bit from her light jog she had done to the car.

"No problem Lex, I just called Paul while I waited." Carol said, handing Alexa a smoothie. "And went and got a smoothie for you." Alexa thanked the woman, and let herself be strapped into the booster seat once again. Sipping down the smoothie, Alexa listened attentively to Carol's next words. "So I was thinking, we still have most of the day left. I wanted to hit the gym, especially since I haven't gone in a few days."

"Uhm, I'm not much of a gym person..." Alexa commented, finishing her smoothie. Delicious.

"Oh, come on, it won't kill you to try it once, would it?" Carol asked. "If you don't want to, we don't have to."

"Alright. I need to change, and I don't have any workout clothes." Alexa said, hoping it might dissuade Carol.

"You already need a change?" Carol asked, her voice surprised.

"I meant clothing change!" Alexa protested. "But yes, I also need that sort of change."

"Well duh, I'm not going to go workout in a dress Lex. Here, let me pull over, we can get you changed now." Carol said, pulling into a nearby parking lot, which was packed with people. Alexa felt her heart flutter, and she worried. Not in a parking lot this crowded, right?

"It's fine Carol, it's just some pee, I can wait till we get back...." Alexa mumbled as Carol let her out of the booster seat, squirming. Carol waved off her protests, and Alexa jumped up onto the changing pad, covering her face with her hands. This was a new level of humiliations. The parking lot was full of people, not in a hidden area, and cars were driving by every second. Mercifully, the change was quick enough that nothing occurred besides Alexa's embarrassment.

"God, it's not like we're having sex or something. It's just a change." Carol said, seeming very annoyed at Alexa's overdramatic behavior. What was the big deal about changing a kids diaper, even if that kid was a woman in her 20s who was a full adult?

"I know, it's just, well, nevermind. I'm sorry Carol, I'm just not used to anyone knowing, forgive me." Alexa said, immediately sensing Carol's annoyance.

Carol got her buckled back in, and realized her tone may have been harsh towards the girl. "Alexa, listen okay?" Carol said, Alexa's eyes drifting upwards. "No one will say anything. Trust me on that. But you have to stop being so dramatic on it. When I need to change you, just let me without a hassle, okay? We don't have all the time in the world."

"I understand. Sor..." Alexa's apology was cut off by a hug from Carol, and both women forgave the other, enjoying the ride back. They changed quickly, with Alexa throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a large sweatshirt.

"Give me a second to get changed." Carol said after changing Alexa's clothes. She lead the girl to the basement, putting her in front of the TV with some juice to occupy her. A naughty gym outfit photoshoot for Paul meant she needed a fair amount of time.

Chapter 17

Alexa hadn't noticed that nearly half a hour had passed by the time Carol came back, occupied by the show on TV and her phone. The sweatshirt and pants had a large purple stain, and Carol tutted at Alexa, who realized she had spilled something on her pants.

"Oh, uhm, it was really good juice and I uhm, wasn't really paying..." Alexa said, looking down at the stains.

"Don't make me give you a bib missy!" Carol said, wagging her finger jokingly. Clad in her tight yoga pants and sports bra, she pulled Alexa upstairs, changing her once more. New, tighter pink sweats, with a matching pink sweatshirt; all bedazzled, and a slight bulge at her waist.

"It's sorta, showing off my diaper, don't you think?" Alexa questioned, staring in the mirror.

Carol shook her head, letting her ponytail hit her shoulders. "Not really. Besides, you look cute in it. Come on, we should head out, I want a workout."

The ride to the gym was uneventful, besides some small talk. Once they reached the counter, the bored looking worker stopped the group, not believing Alexa was old enough to work out until she whipped out the ID; they had no hassle afterwards. Inside the locker room, Carol put their stuff in one of the cubbies, and brought her in front of one of the large posing mirrors.

"Let's take a pic, I haven't had a gym buddy in awhile!" Carol said, standing side by side with Alexa; one in unflattering sweats and a sweatshirt, the other in figure hugging yoga pants and a sports bra. Not feeling like protesting, Alexa smiled for the photo, only weakly mumbling a bit as Carol pulled out a pair of cutesy headphones with cat ears on top. Pink and blue, they fit Alexa's current outfit well, but she was confused how Carol had gotten them.

"Oh, I figured you need headphones. So I grabbed them from that girls bag to borrow. Try them, they seem to be high quality." Carol said, walking Alexa out to the gym floor as she fiddled with them.

By the end of the workout, Alexa was covered in sweat. Run. Stationary Bike. Run again. Stair stepper. Sprints on the treadmill. Leg workouts. Stretching. Another quick jolt on the bike. Carol was sweaty as well, but not nearly as much as the panting Alexa. Thinking they were done, Alexa followed behind Carol like a little duckling, surprised when they went past the lockerroom and to another section. Watching Carol squat, Alexa light held her stomach, which felt funny from all the workouts they had done.

"Your turn Lex. We'll start off with some practice." Carol said, helping her with the form. After a few minutes, Alexa's form had improved, but her stomach had not. Her partner urged a last go at it, and she wondered.

"You go girl!" Carol said, as Alexa prepared herself. She could do it. Breath in. Out. In. Out. A hand waving in front of her face stopped ALexa. "I'm gonna record this, and we can work on your form later. You got this!"

Alexa nodded, too caught up to think much. Down. Up. Grumble in her stomach. Down again. Up. Shooting pain in her stomach. Down once more. An explosion of pain in her stomach, and knowledge that she was going to have an accident. Up. Thinking she was done, Alexa heard Carol cheer her on through the music.

Down again. Reaching the bottom, she felt her stomachs pain move downwards, filling the diaper with little stoppage by Alexa. Red-faced already, Alexa scrunched her mouth up, and listened to Carol's words. "Keep going down!"

By the end, her diaper was full, and Alexa was exhausted from the effort. It had been surprising how she had....messed without so much of a thought, and she kept quiet as they headed back to the lockerroom.

"Carol, uh, I may, you know, change." Alexa said, the tiredness mixing with embarrassment to make her look at the ground as she muttered the words.

"Oh, when'd you go?" Carol said, worried a bit. "You didn't at the beginning, right?"

"No! I went at the end." Alexa said, as the worry melted off Carol's face. Not thinking much, she let Carol strip her in the lockerroom, down to her diaper and socks. It hit her once some else walked by the two women, as she yelped a bit, covering up her camisole covered chest and crotch. Carol waved her hand out of the way, leaning over as she slid Alexa's headphones over her ears, whispering into her ear.

"Just close your eyes Lexi, if it'll make you feel better." Alexa nodded, shutting her eyes and focusing on the music as Carol maneuvered her body onto a wooden bench nearby, getting the diaper off in no time, and slathering on a heavy layer of cream. A fellow mom shot her a smile, and she got back to work, putting Alexa back into her diaper cover and sweats, all while the girl lay their like a doll. Alexa only looked up as she was pulled out of the lockerroom.

They stopped for more smoothies, and Alexa felt her empty gut rumble as they ordered. Another absurd order (for how skinny Alexa was) later, and they were back in the car, Alexa sucking down her fruit blend. Carol gagged a bit, realizing she had definitely not gotten the right smoothie; it tasted like liquid cupcakes. Alexa gave it a sip, enjoying the taste.

"Mhmmm. This is amazing Carol! Why don't you like it?" Alexa asked, surprised.

"You can have it. It tastes like pure sugar. Definitely not my thing." Carol said, watching the giddy Alexa slurp down the shake, undisturbed by the size of either. How she fit so much food in such a petite body, she would never know.

Getting Alexa out of the carseat, Carol smirked at the girls eyes drifting downwards, then looking panicked as she realized her one breast was nearly popping out of the sports bra. Alexa snorted, and Carol blushed for the first time in awhile. After a shower and setting the curlers in Alexa's hair, Carol got to cooking some dinner; Alexa sat in front of the computer, munching on the leftover cookies as she checked over work things.

Carol stood behind Alexa, the girl engrossed in her music and clearly checking work. Unnoticed by the girl, she crept up, pausing for a second. Alexa let out a scream as Carol grabbed onto her shoulders, flooding her diaper with a small amount of pee.

"Oh my gosh, Carol, you sacred me so bad." Alexa said, looking terrified in her cute overalls and shirt.

"I said no work today missy and here I find you, looking at work!" Carol said, putting her hand out. "Computer time's done, hand over your phone and come down to dinner." Alexa giggled at the joke, playing along and placing her phone in Carol's hand; the woman looked surprised, but played along.

Dinner was unsurprisingly amazing, and Alexa found it hard not to stuff her face with the eggplant parm and salad. After her third serving, she rubbed her stomach, finishing her glass of prune juice. Carol let out a snort, and wiped a napkin on her face.

"You're a messy eater Lex. I appreciate the complimenting by demolishing my food though, you remind me of my boys after one of their games." Carol giggled, finishing wiping the face of Alexa. "Do you have to go into work tomorrow?"

"Just a teleconference early in the morning. Hopefully I don't get some surprise call like today." Alexa said, with an annoyed voice.

"Right. Alright, could you help me with the dishes and we can put on a movie." Carol said, and they worked together to finish all the dishes. Afterwards, she changed Alexa into a new outfit, a romper with pink teddy bear designs throughout, it clearly displayed her diaper cover and diaper through the material; Carol was in her sexy blue nightie.

A movie followed, with a bit of wine. Alexa's head dipped down, then found itself resting in Carol's lap, and before she knew it, she was out like a light. Carol teased the girls hair, her other hand scratching her back. Beyond comfortable, Alexa was in dream world, and slowly slipped her thumb into her mouth; Carol was surprised at the childishness of the woman, but let her do it. Picking up Alexa was easy, and after helping the sleep chasing girl brush her teeth, they both went to bed, Alexa being cuddled tightly by Carol.

A high-pitched whine followed by a yelp, some shuffling on the bed. Alexa groaning, Carol looking over the side.

"How'd you fall off the bed?" Carol questioned, helping Alexa onto the edge of the bed. She was rubbing her head, surprised and pained by the fall.

"I dunno." Alexa shrugged. Both women laughed it off, and went back to bed.

Hours of sleep passed. Carol was both awake and asleep when she heard a noise from downstairs. Shuffling. She'd gotten good at hearing noises after living alone with just the boys. Alexa wasn't here. The bathroom? No. That couldn't be downstairs.

Proceeding with caution down the steps, she grabbed a robe from the bedroom. If someone was invading her house, they most certainly weren't getting a shot of her in her underdress. Looking around, she saw a dark figure in the corner, near the door to the pool. Approaching slowly, Carol realized they were in a jumper.....and had curlers in their hair.

"Alexa? What're you doing looking at the corner." Carol questioned. No response.

Freely walking up the girl, Carol realized she was standing, and even stepped around, but her eyes were shut. Sleepwalking. That's what it was.

"Lex. Wake up sweetie." Carol said, lightly touching her back. Nothing. Remembering how she used to get her boys up Carol reached under the jumper, and began tickling Alexa's sides. A yip followed, and Alexa's voice groaned. Her diaper began to fill up with urine as she involuntarily let go.

"Where....downstairs?" Alexa said, face full of confusion, especially at her thumb in her mouth.

"You were sleepwalking. Scared me senseless." Carol said, keeping her hand on the girls back.

"Oh, uhm, sorry. I sometimes do it, only when I'm stressed." Alexa said, red filling her face.

"Chill out Lex, not a big deal. Up for a midnight snack?" Carol said, hoping to distract the embarrassed girl with some food. It worked, and after some milk/cookies, Alexa had forgotten anything about the night before. They head back to sleep, and Alexa was the first to go, this time, much more securely hugged by Carol.

"Wakey-wakey." Carol said, shaking Alexa back and forth. It was early in the morning, before the sun even rose, but it was enough to get Alexa dressed and filled up with breakfast.

Alexa awoke with a start and realized where she was. Next, she felt Carol getting her up and pulling back her romper to check the diaper.

"Good job Lex, no accident during the night! Why don't we..." Carol said, very much surprised at the fact Alexa had no accident.

"Gotta go. Bad..." Alexa said, darting off as fast as she could to the bathroom. Behind her followed an amused Carol.

The romper was fighting her as she pulled it down, but with some assistance from Carol, it was thrown into a pile on the ground. Sitting down onto the toilet, Alexa nearly let go, until Carol broke the tapes on the diaper and pulled it from under her. She let the girl do her business in private.

"Good freakin job Alexa, I'm super proud of you!" Carol said, happy the girl had finally used an actual toilet. Both realized the collective awkwardness of what Carol had just said around the same time; Carol from the fact that she had used her 'mom voice' to congratulate Alexa, while Alexa realized she was smiling at having avoided an accident.

"Thanks Carol, uh." Alexa said, not having much of a response. Instead, she hopped into the shower, enjoying the warmth running down her shower cap and onto her body. In no time, she was out, wrapping the towel around her body as she looked for Carol. Not finding her in her room, she stumbled upon her in Alexa's room. The towel was cast aside, and Alexa laid down on the changing mat, letting Carol get to work. Carol cajoled Alexa with praise, and she had a diaper, diaper cover, and a pair of panties pulled up over her waist.

"Carol, doesn't this look a little weird. I mean, the panties look stretched as heck." Alexa questioned.

"No, no. You deserve to wear them. I'm going to help you wean yourself off diapers, and it starts with you wearing undies when you do well!" Carol said, pulling up the granny panties so they were snug. The cursive text on them was cute, displaying the day of the week. She tried on the pencil skirt she had gotten from the boutique, and combined with a nice blouse, she felt pretty good about the morning. Carol helped remove the curlers and do her makeup, and Alexa stared in the mirror.

Breakfast was a short affair, and Alexa was contemplating the events of the teleconference over eggs and bacon. Soon enough, the time came, and Alexa sat at the computer, logging into the conference. Her part came around 30 minutes into the meeting.

"Miss Johnson, I have heard great reports from what occurred on your trip. Please, give all us a recount of your journey." A kinder old man's voice said. It was her bosses boss.

Alexa explained the journey, and all of what she had done, finishing up after around 10 minutes of constant speech. She downed the last of the water bottle she had gotten from the candy shop at that airport.

"Fantastic! Now, onto Mister Richardmours presentation about growth in..." The older mans voice said, as a message pinged directly to Alexa.

'Please call me after meeting, have important matter to discuss - Mr. Yawena'

Chapter 18

Alexa shivered a bit, the rest of the meeting going by at a snails pace now that she had to talk to her boss. What could important matter mean? The only thing that broke her focus was Carol bringing a snack, some apples and peanut butter on a plate.

His voice was nice, more nice then most times she ever called. "Miss Johnson, I am glad you were able to make it to the meeting. Now, I have an important matter to discuss. Do you have a few minutes?"

"Yes of course Mr. Yawena." Alexa said, surprised her had even asked. Usually, he made the person have the time he needed.

"So, after your performance at that presentation, upper management really is pushing for you to be our Remote Liaison to that market area. I already had thrown your name out there, but now, you basically only need to sign to get the job. It's responsibilities would be mostly remote work, combined with working between the two companies. Of course, you would have to live where you are now, which means moving. The company would pay any costs for such a short move, of course." He said, taking a breath to drink some water. "I won't lie to you Miss Johnson, this is a very big opportunity for you. I won't say refusing it will destroy your career, but you would lose any upward mobility. Any questions?"

Alexa badgered him with a few questions, surprised at the turn of events completely.

"You'll have me as a mentor, and it will initially be a two year position. I need a response by the end of business hours your time. So please, think it over, get a good lunch, and then think it over some more." Mr. Yawena said, as they exchanged some goodbyes and ended the conference.

Alexa sat there, stunned at the turn of events, scrolling through her email and other tasks aimlessly while she thought. The only thing that broke her attention was Carol coming in with her refilled water bottle.

"You look like you've seen a ghost Lex, what's up?" Carol said, placing the filled bottle down. Alexa explained the offer she had just received, and how she didn't know what to do. They went back and forth for a bit, exchanging opinions on it, weighing the positives and negatives.

"Right, well I think...." Carol said, interrupted by a loud DING from the doorbell. "I'll get it. You finish your juice Lex."

Alexa did as told, and then followed behind Carol.

Neither Carol or Alexa recognized the tall woman at the front door, nor her five children.

"May I help you?" Carol questioned, staring at the gathering of very well behaved children.

"I'm looking for a Miss Alexa Johnson? Here to return her laptop?" The woman questioned, looking like she thought she may have the wrong address.

"That's me! Sorry, I completely forgot to call you and schedule a time to come back!" Alexa said, bounding forward between Carol and Diana.

"Miss Johnson, pleasure to meet you." The woman said, extending her hand. "Diana Sauers, Miss Sauers if you please."

"Sauers...Diana....you wouldn't happen to have graduated Fernhome Secondary School, would you?" Carol said, a shock looked passing on her face.

"I did, in fact. You are....?" She questioned, keeping her kids well controlled.

"Carol. I remember you! Freshman Literature, right?" Carol said, looking surprised at the turn of events.

The woman, and her children, were invited into the house as they reminisced over memories of school. No one remembered the backpack, but Carol and Diana certainly remembered their friendship in school. Alexa headed upstairs to work on some projects, and sorted out the bag to return. She was interrupted by Carol coming up and knocking on the office door.

"Hey, Diana and I are planning on grabbing some lunch. Want to get changed from your work clothes really quickly?"

"Sure, I have pretty much the entire day off. Can we get my bag first?" Alexa questioned, prompting a nod from Carol.

Arms up, arms down. Shimmy. Alexa looked around her room as she stood naked, with Carol picking out her outfit amongst the massive amount of clothes from the boutique.

"Ooh. Perfect!" Carol said, always happy to play dressup with her friend. A strapless training bra fit well, but Carol stopped after a bewildered look from her.

"This is, uh, a training bra right? Could we use one of the ones I had brought with me?" Alexa said, poking at the bra. Its supposed use, to give her some appearance of breasts, was completely pointless, as the pressure it exerted squished any bump down and away from exposure.

"It's either this or a camisole. Besides, these are super comfy and I think it flatters your figure well. Arms up Lex." Carol said, promptly a mechanically response from Alexa. A loose sundress was pulled down, reaching above her knee; some ruffled hem socks came, ending with a pair of Mary Janes.

"Couldn't someone see my diaper?" Alexa questioned, twirling around in the mirror as she took stock of the dress.

"No worrying about your diaper. Remember what I said a few days ago Lex?" Carol said, working a pink bow into Alexa's hair.

"Uh, no?" Alexa said, getting comfortable in her dress.

"You need them. Should I be embarrassed if someone knew I was wearing a bra for my breasts? Do you think I should be?" Carol questioned, sounding slightly standoffish, her hands lifted them.

"Of course not, that'd be..." Alexa was cut off.

"Then don't worry even if someone could see your diaper. No one will to begin with." Carol replied. "I don't go around flashing my bra to every person, so unless you get off on that..."

"I don't, I don't..." Alexa said, realizing Carol was joking too late. She shot back with a joke, and soon, Carol was scooting her downstairs so she could get ready herself.

Conversation was a bit awkward between Diana and Alexa, at least until they exchanged bags. After that, Diana talked about her children and the like, clearly enjoying the role of mother of 5. They hit it off when they began discussing interests in movies, especially romance movies; eventually Carol came down, dressed in a pair of figure flattering jeans and a crop top.

"My car or yours?" Carol asked.

"Well, I need space for the five kids....so mine." Diana said, which caused a question from Alexa once they reached the car.

"Where will I sit?"

"Oh, we have a spot in the back. Between Joan and Jodie." Diana said, which caused a reaction from Carol.

"I'll have to grab Lex's car seat. One second!" Diana raised an eyebrow, but once explained the story, snorted a bit and helped move the carseat into the car.

Thus, Alexa found herself in the 3rd row from the back, between two very oversized 8 year-olds, and behind 3 just as oversized kids. Alexa felt beyond embarrassed that she had somehow squeezed into these Joan's clothes, especially now that she met the girl in the flesh. All in all, it was a mortifying experience, especially being strapped up besides the kids in a car seat.

"Okay, we have a 40 minute drive ahead of us. What's the show you all want?" Diana's voice said, clearly used to using the televisions in the back of seats to placate the children. They all eagerly watched what was ahead of them, and silence dominated the car, besides for Carol and Diana catching up. Feeling something hit her lap, Alexa looked down and noticed Joan had passed her a pair of headphones which were identical to the one's she wore. Hoping to connect them to her phone, she pulled them over her head, realizing instead they were playing the sound of a cartoon. It captured her attention.

Carol looked back in between her discussion with Diana, happy to have made two friends in the span of a week; up front, a friend she could relate to with motherhood, in the back, a friend she could help. Alexa sat there with the cat eared headphones on, giggling along with the kids, but mostly looking deep in thought. Her sundress rode up, clearly exposing the day of the week panties, and the padding below them, but Carol made no comment. The less Alexa cared about them, the better. Nearly 30 minutes into the drive, Carol looked back once more, and realized Alexa's eyes were wide, clearly wanting her attention. She shot her a look back, and Alexa looked down, desperation on her face. Bathroom. Now.

"Do you think we could stop? Sorry, I really need the bathroom." Carol asked Diana during a lull in their conversation.

"Of course. I'm glad you asked, GPS says traffic might delay us a bit, so a stop is in order for the kiddies." Diana responded.

They pulled into a gas station, and Carol pulled Alexa out of her booster seat once all the kids were out. Diana looked just a bit confused, but said nothing, merely watching both her kids stretch, and Carol escort the waddling girl to the bathroom.

"Shit, shit, shit." Alexa muttered as they went to the bathroom. Not thinking anything of Carol following her into the family bathroom, she felt a sense of relief upon seeing a toilet, especially once Carol shut the door.

It wasn't fast enough. Pee flooded into Alexa's diaper in mere seconds, just as she was being helped by Carol to get the diaper cover off.

"I....I was so close. Damnit! God damnit!" Alexa said, her temper flaring up, combining with the nervousness of the recent job offer to make her volatile.

"You were. It's alright Alexa. You made it in my book." Carol said, hoping to assuage the girl.

"But....Carol I didn't make it. Not even close. Don't lie to me to make me feel better." Alexa said, sitting on the toilet and letting the diaper squish.

"Alexa. Lexi. Lex. I don't just say stuff to hear myself talk. You made it." Carol said, squishing Alexa's head right into her bosom. Alexa felt herself relax as she tried to breath, and her thought process cooled down slowly but surely. Next came getting a diaper, and Alexa had to sit awkwardly in the bathroom as she awaited Carol to come back with one.

Two voices appeared outside the bathroom, and Alexa tensed up. Carol knocked, and Alexa let her into the bathroom. Behind her followed Diana, and Alexa yelped a bit as Diana let herself in, covering up the wet diaper.

Chapter 19

"Sorry Alexa, I forgot to pack your diaper bag, so, uh, I had to borrow one from Diana." Carol said sheepishly.

"Oh, uhm, got it. I can change my..." Alexa said, hoping to scoot the two women out of the room.

"No need. I got it Lexi." Carol said, not seeming to get Alexa's embarrassment.

"So, those diapers in the bag were yours? I figured you...had a daughter." Diana said, surprised at the turn of events.

"Yes, uhm, yes." Alexa said, face tomato red. Her hands covered her eyes, and she contemplated melting into the changing table.

"Do you need them, or just like to wear them?" Diana said, befuddled at the adult wearing them.

"Need them!" Both her and Carol said, with Carol beating her to the punch. "She's, uh, she definitely needs them."

"Oh, it's not some weird fetish thing. Got it. Well, in that case, she has a really bad diaper rash. Let me help Carol." Diana said, the abnormally tall woman butting next to Carol as Alexa watched in horror. The two women worked together to powder, rub baby oil, and slathered cream into Alexa's loins. It was mostly just Carol's work and Diana talking, but Alexa was confused how either woman thought this was normal. Eventually the change was done, and Carol was running her hands along the inner part of the diaper to check the fit. The bathroom door jiggled, and someone opened it.

"Uh, miss, you can't leave your kids unatten..." The man stopped his speech as he realized he was barging in on a change. Alexa felt her mortification reach a whole new level, and she stood on wobbly feet as Diana helped her off the changing table.

"Carol, could you check on my kids. I need to have a word with Alexa really quick." Diana said, the tall woman sounding forceful enough to make Carol scatter.

"You're serious about needing these things, right? Like, my kids aren't going to be exposed to anything weird or anything of the sort?" Diana asked the embarrassed Alexa. She already had her answer from her red Alexa was, but she wanted to hear it verbally.

"I need them. Please, don't tell anyone. I'm....Please just don't tell anyone." Alexa said, breaking down as her secret was revealed to another person. The response was all Diana needed and she patted the girl on the back.

"I won't. Before we leave, is Joan's diaper comfy for you? Not too loose, not too tight?" Diana asked, pulling up Alexa's sundress.

Alexa choked on the words. "It's....fine. Fits fine. Thank you for letting me use one of your daughters."

Diana could sense the girls anguish and stress, and didn't know how to react. She was an adult, sure, but she certainly wasn't acting like an adult.

"Good. Listen, I won't say a word to the kids about it. Whenever you have to go potty, let me or Carol know, 'kay?" Diana said, prompting a nod from Alexa. Diana seemed a bit miffed, and took on a much, much more matronly tone. "I'd like a verbal response."

"I will." Alexa muttered, staring into the ground.

"Will what?" Diana said, going into full mom mode.

"I'll let you know when I have to go potty!" Alexa said, stamping her foot.

"Okay, good." Diana said, smiling and chuckling a bit. "Joan only wears them just in case, but she hasn't had an accident in awhile, so don't worry about running out of your diapers."

They headed out, with Diana 'fixing' Alexa's fussiness by buying her something from the gas station, specifically a big thing of chocolate milk. Sipping on it, Alexa felt her mood lessen, and when she saw Carol standing near the kids, she felt her spirits rise.

The drive to the restaurant was scenic, and Alexa watched it pass with amazement from the back of the car. Her view ended when they parked in the lot of an older, fancy looking restaurant.

"Table for 7, please." Diana said, herding both her leash and unleashed kids towards the front of the restaurant, with Carol and Alexa following close behind. The view from the patio was beautiful, and the restaurant was beyond packed.

Ordering went well, but Alexa was slightly annoyed when the waitress deferred to Diana and Carol on what she wanted to drink.

"Chocolate milk and water, right?" Carol said, knowing Alexa's palate all too well; she received a nod from Alexa.

Gulping down her liquids, Alexa found herself checking her phone awkwardly as Carol and Diana talked, only jumping in once or twice. The waiter came up, and much like what had happened days ago at the airport, saw her passively pointing at something, and assumed she wanted it. He was gone by the time Alexa could speak up to change her order.

"I thought you didn't like pancakes?" Carol asked, confused at the clearly annoyed Alexa.

"I don't....I wanted a burger. It's like that time at the airport, remember?" Alexa said, laughing a bit, causing Carol to laugh, and then proceed to explain some of their adventures at the airport. As they talked, the waiter came back with food, and Diana spoke up.

"Young man, she didn't want that. Could you please retake her order?" Diana spoke like Alexa was her own daughter, and didn't relax until the man had placed their food down, and retook her order. Alexa ended up explaining her job and life to Diana between twin bites of flapjacks and a burger. Eventually, she prompted a comment from Diana.

"How are you so...petite, and yet, you just ate a meal for two fully grown adults?" Diana asked, turning her attention towards Carol. "Did you not feed her breakfast?"

"No, no. She always likes to eat." Carol said, throwing her hands of sheepishly. Lunch finished early for Alexa, as Carol/Diana slowly ate their food, she demolished it, polishing down everything like it was nothing.

"Joan, finish your food. I mean, heavens, you barely have even pecked at it." Diana said to the girl to her right as Alexa fidgeted with her glasses. A groan followed, and the girl pushed it away from her, not wanting any part in finishing off the full plate. Diana's face became a bit red with anger, and she grabbed Joan's plate, moving it in front of Alexa. "Fine Joan, you don't want to use your words, now Miss Johnson is going to eat your food."

Alexa raised an eyebrow, and looked at Diana, getting the sentence 'Play along' mouthed to her by the woman, followed by a 'Please'. Taking a few small nibbles, which produced no reaction from the girl, Alexa stopped as a pang of pain hit her stomach, already full. Diana slightly kneed her under the table. It proceeded like that until ALexa had finished the plate, with no action other then some annoying stares by the girl, who went back to talking with her sister; if she was mad about not eating, she clearly didn't show it. Diana, however, was happy as the group left, Alexa following behind with her swollen stomach.

"Thanks for helping me teach her a lesson. She is such a handful sometimes, so I have to get creative with my punishments. Do you have to go potty before we go?" Diana asked, having slowed her walk so it was semi-discreet. Alexa shook her head, and talked with Carol as she strapped her into a booster seat.

"Alexa. Alexa." Carol repeated, trying to get the attention of Alexa as she sat in her booster seat, listening to the cartoon on the screen and thinking. Diana shut it off, causing Alexa to look up at the two women far in the front.

"Huh, what's up?" Alexa asked, confused.

"We're stopping at a really nice lakeside park. Do you need to get back right away for work?" Carol asked.

"No, I'm good. Thanks for asking." Alexa said, shooting her a cute toothy grin. Her sundress had ridden up, much like any outfit did in the carseat, and sitting next to Joan, she looked like she was in the right spot.

The park was beautiful, especially with the sun directly overhead and not inhibited by any clouds. Once they were all out of the car, Diana began talking to her children, taking them on a potty break, while Alexa and Carol headed out onto a park bench. A strong gust of wind brought Alexa's skirt up an inch or so, and she rushed to hold it down with her hands. Carol produced some sunscreen, and after putting some on her face and arms, she began rubbing it into Alexa without so much of a word; lost in thought, Alexa let her go to town.

They explored throughout the park, and Alexa hopped up onto a rock, handing Carol her phone.

"Take a photo of me for Devon!" Alexa said, smiling and making silly poses onto the overhang. After a few minutes, they stopped, and later, they came across an even more beautiful overhang. Alexa did the same poses, making silly faces. A strong gust of wind completely flipped her sundress upwards, exposing her underwear to the world. Carol continued snapping photos, not realizing what had happened until she focused on the photos themselves, and not just egging Alexa on. While Alexa focused on keeping the sundress down, Joan and her brother fought over a beetle they had found, with her older brother holding it above her head.

"Gimme it back!" Her voice whined, followed by taunting. Too late for either Diana or Carol to notice, he began to back up, hopping onto Alexa's rock. A dash from Joan prompted him to jump back, and a cry from Diana.

"Watch out!" Alexa heard the words, and felt something hit her directly in the stomach. Her balance was lost, and she wobbled backwards, falling over the overhang. Diana and Carol watched in horror as they tumbled down the rock incline, landing head first into a pile of mud.

Truthfully, Alexa had been knocked out the very second her head hit the rocky incline. She felt a dull thud, then warmth around her waist, and a gross feeling around her whole body. After that, darkness.

She came to inside a dusty wooden cabin, ice cold water being poured over her face, and someone wrapping a damp rag on her forehead. Her head hurt worse then her worst hangover, and opening her eyes was a struggle, with dark orbs being replaced by blobs of colors, then finally, a few blurry people.

"Alexa. Can you hear us?" Carol's voice said, staring at the exposed (besides for a messy diaper) body of the girl in front of her. It was covered in a mass of scratches and bruises which had formed in the last hour or so.

"Yes." Her voice croaked, as her vision came back to normal. Things were blurry, and Alexa reached around for her glasses, unable to find them. She sat up on the cot. "Where am I?"

"Park ranger's cabin. We rushed you here as soon as you hit the ground with Davey." Diana said. "What you did was very brave, protecting him from the ground."

"Brave? Davey?" Alexa said, head pounding in pain and confusion.

"You took the blunt of the fall. He only had minor scratches, thanks to you wrapping your arms around him." Diana said, realizing the girl was confused. Her voice betrayed a sense of deep gratitude, replacing the earlier talking down to vibe she had given to Alexa.

Alexa started to recover from the headache, aided by the silence of the room. As she stretched her fingers and wiggled her toes, she realized with horror that not only was she naked, she was naked besides for a dirty diaper. Thankfully, it was only the two of them in the room. But the cold mush in the seat of her pants made her gag a bit, and both moms realized the disgusted look on her face.

"Sorry, we were going to change you but then you started coming back to the real world." Carol said, as Diana slipped out for a second, returning with a diaper bag and the park ranger. Too tired to protest, Alexa let the attractive uniformed man stare at her, but began to cover up her exposed breasts when he walked towards her.

"Miss, I nearly was about to call the EMT's. Do you need medical assistance?" He asked, leaning over to put her hand against her forehead.

"I'm fine. Th-thank you." Alexa's hoarse voice said, and the man nodded. Seeing the diaper in Diana's hand, he seemed a bit offput, but said nothing. Diana stopped him, requesting a changing pad from him, just as one might order a coffee from a barista. He rubbed the back of his head, and returned with a tarp, not knowing anything else that they could use.

Carol and Diana helped Alexa move from the cot. It was easier to move after a few steps, and she slowly eased herself onto the tarp, squeezing her nose at the squish from the diaper.

"It's not a changing mat, but it certainly is better than getting a splinter up your butt." Diana said, prompting a nod.

Her change was slow, and interrupted by the park ranger coming back with some rubbing alcohol and bandages for her very large gashes. While her bottom was changed by Diana, Carol played support, dabbing the hundreds of tiny scratches with rubbing alcohol and putting bandages around the larger ones. Her eyes watered, and she bit her lip, not wanting to cry out in pain.

"Alexa, this one is going to hurt. It's the largest one." Carol said, pointing at one which ran from her mid-thigh to calf. Yelping when the rubbing alcohol was poured over it, she felt pee escape her body, flooding the diaper which lay below her. Diana looked unamused, but sympathetic.

"I guess we'll need another change, then." She said sardonically. "Sorry, I'm too sarcastic for my own good sometimes."

After close to 15 minutes of repeating the same thing, Alexa sat on top of her wet diaper, bandaged up and feeling a hell of a lot better. Diana slid the untapped diaper from under her waist, and placed it off to the side, returning with a diaper, and several booster pads. No protests came from the teary eyed Alexa, even after she stood up, her gait drastically changed with the insertions.

Looking around, Alexa realized her sundress was no where to be found, her heart fluttering at the thought that it might have been so damaged she would have to go naked.

"I can tell you want some clothes." Carol said, noticing Alexa's scanning of the room. "Diana, you said you had some?"

"Done! I brought a pack of Joan's clothes from her backpack." Diana said, pulling out a plastic bag stuffed with the wording 'Joan's Cute Skirt' tightly with neatly folded clothes. There was a flurry of activity as Carol worked with Diana to get Alexa dressed and ready to leave the cabin. Diaper cover first. A Hello-Kitty shirt, with white tights and a pink tartan skirt with straps that ran over her shoulders. Pink flats with cute bows on the end tightly encased her feet, and while she got steady with her walk, she realized the swish of the skirt combined with her awkward gait to make the diaper quite obvious.

"Sorry, this isn't the most hike friendly outfit." Diana said when she noticed Alexa's uncomfortable gait.

The walk back to the car was neither enjoyable nor short. They retread their previous trail, and the only thing which stopped them was Alexa needing frequent water breaks. Eventually, the haggard Alexa made it back to the car safely, passing out into the booster seat, her last sight the tight hug of Carol's shirt around her bosom.

The suns light softly bled into the room, touching Alexa's face, combining the cool blowing of the fan to make her feel at peace. Parts of her body tingled minorly, but she enjoyed the coolness surrounding her. Her eyes fluttered open, and she realized the fan felt amazing because she had no clothes on other than her diaper, which was encased in a pair of juvenile panties. Where was she?

Chapter 20

Carol's room. The bed was evident, and she felt herself sink into it. Sitting upright, she realized she had to message Mr. Yawena! He wanted an answer.

Looking down at her phone, she realized she had only been out for a few hours, making her feel much better about the whole situation. She had enough time to still dither over the choice.

A knock came, and Alexa's croaky voice said "Come in."

It was Carol and Diana, both with a glass of wine in hand. The women walked up to Alexa, just slightly tipsy. Making sure she felt alright, they slowly pulled back the bandages, leaving Alexa truly in the buff besides for her diaper.

"Could I get some clothes?" Alexa questioned, covering up her breasts so Diana couldn't see them.

"For now, hold tight. Sorry Lex, we ran to the store and got some lotions which should help stop any scar tissue from forming." Carol said, leaving the room for a brief second.

"Miss Johnson, Alexa, Lexi, Lex. Whatever you prefer. I don't think you were lucid enough to hear my praise earlier. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for keeping my child safe. I'd hate to imagine what injuries the rascal could've gotten if you hadn't been there." Diana said, prompting a weak 'You're welcome' from Alexa, who sat on the carpet.

They moved over into Alexa's room so she could lie on a changing mat. Breaking the tapes on the diaper, Diana began to work on Alexa's lower side, while Carol worked on her stomach. Both women seemed to transition to private areas in synch, with Alexa's little bumps getting rubbed down with the lotion. Another pat down came, and Alexa bit her lip, trying not to betray herself. They concluded rubbing the lotion in around the same time as well, and Alexa was relieved.

"We just have to let it dry for 15 minutes, then we can get you back in your diapees." Diana said, taking a codscending tone. Realizing her voice, she coughed a bit. "Sorry. Mom voice. Didn't mean any offense."

"None taken. could I get my phone while we wait?" Alexa asked, carol producing it form her back pocket.

They talked while she texted Devon. He has enjoyed the photos of her on the rocks, and sent her back some from the beach. It made her heart flutter, and she enjoyed the attention.

"Okay, 15 minutes are up." Carol said, breaking their discussion on romance novels.

"Do you need to go to the bathroom?" Diana asked, prompting a head shake from Alexa. "Are you sure, why don't you try?"

She did have to, just a bit. It was terrible to be followed by the two women to the bathroom, but she did get privacy to go. Coming out, Alexa was led back to her room, more then happy to let the two women take the lead. Her change was simple, easy and quite quick, with Diana relegated to choosing an outfit and Carol doing the bulk of the work.

Sitting in the kitchen, Alexa enjoyed a cup of coffee and water, happy to finally get some liquids. Both moms had tried to get her to drink some wine, but she refused, not feeling up to alcohol.

Truthfully, she thought little of Carol or Diana, or alcohol or food. She had one thought: should she take the offer from her boss?

"Mr. Yawena. I accept the remote position." Alexa said, sounding as business-like as she could muster.

"Miss Johnson..." His voice hung on the phone, as if he was choosing his next words carefully. He had never been a man to wait to think or speak, so the silence made Alexa uneasy. "...I hope you know you made the right decision. I did not want to sway your opinion one way or another, but for your career path, this is the correct choice."

"Thank you Mr. Yawena." Alexa said, looking up from her desk as Carol came in with a pre-dinner snack. Apples with peanut butter, and a glass of chocolate milk. Alexa munched on the snack as the conversation continued.

It took a better part of a hour until their conversation was over. Mostly it was due to paperwork the two reviewed, with Mr. Yawena being a rare example of someone who reads a 100 page long legal document. Squirming in her seat a bit, Alexa reached page 81 with her boss, and felt her bladder protest just a bit.

Page 100 came, and she sighed in relief. The bathroom would soon be there for her.

"So, that is section 1 of the agreement. Section 2 is much shorter, and basically goes over the companies policies on expenses overseas..." Mr. Yawena said as Alexa groaned silently.

Time alone made Alexa lose the fight against her bladder. They were three pages off from finishing, and Alexa squeezed her legs tightly. Pee dribbled into the booster pad, followed by a deluge. Alexa continued speaking normally, trying to act as if nothing had occurred.

"I hope this will not be the end of our partnership Miss Johnson. You may have a new supervisor, but I will always be one phone call away. Remember my most important quote?" He questioned.

"Act as the adult you wished to be treated." Alexa repeated in her soggy diaper. The two exchanged goodbyes, and Alexa sighed in relief. She was ready to be done with work for the day.

Diana had waited to say leave until she could say goodbye to Alexa. Squeezing her in a tight hug, the Amazonian woman made sure to wish her well, and give her a genuine thanks once more about what had happened at the park. Her kids wished said awkward goodbyes, and then it was solely Carol and Alexa in the house.

They reviewed photos of the day over drinks and Chinese food. Carol doubted Alexa's technical abilities for a second, as they had told her you could hook up your phone to the TV, something she had never done.

"Try it now." Alexa smirked, knowing her tech skills would impress. It worked, and photos of the park took over the large movie screen TV. Nature, pictures of birds, Alexa on a rocky section, Alexa's sundress up, displaying her panties, diaper cover, and obvious diaper.

"Um, skip those." Alexa said, face red at her photo being displayed in 4K.

"Goodness, you must just love showing off your diapers or something." Carol teased, glad Alexa had gotten just a bit of karma after talking up her technical abilities.

"Shut up Miss Melons." Alexa said, sticking her tongue out at Carol, who's nightie contrasted well with Alexa's childish nightie.

A photo of the three women popped up, Alexa centre stage. They all smiled, enjoying the warmth of the park. Alexa loved the photo, and asked for a copy of it. Carol sent her the whole batch, including the several dozen shots of her with the sundress turned up.

Alexa laid back, their programming changed from park photos to a movie. Her eyes fluttered a bit, and she felt sleep begin to overtake her. Snapshots appeared in her head. Carol waking her up slightly. Pulling her upstairs. Alexa asking for a glass of juice. Laying in bed. Alexa's bed. Carol leaving the room. A feminine voice.

"Baby, I hope you're doing well..." Carol's hushed voice said, as she giggled. "What are you wearing?"

Alexa's eyes bulged a bit, and she heard Carol obviously begin to have phone sex. Meanwhile, Alexa listened in, feeling her own loins light up a bit. She contemplated stopping herself. It failed.

Her diaper wasn't wet, but the tipsy Alexa made sure that didn't last long. Shakily pulling her phone out, she searched for some material. Rubbing her hand against the warm outside of her diaper, she moaned, biting into her shirt as she brought herself closer....and closer....and closer.....

Carol's voice combined with the picture on the screen, a MILF, to bring Alexa to climax. Shuddering, she cried out a bit, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure. Shutting her eyes, she basked in the moment, both hands silently rubbing the front of her diaper.

"You okay in here?" Carol said, voice sounding genuine with concern.

Alexa looked like a kid who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Her eyes shot down, and she yanked her hand away from her diaper. Carol evidently understood what she was doing, and gave a slight grin.

"I'm all good....Thanks. Nothing going on here." Alexa said, face red with horror.

Chapter 21

"Uh huh. Miss Johnson, just what were you doing in your bed before I came in." Carol said, mock strict voice barely stopping her giggle. Her hands on her hip sold the act.

"No-nothing....." Alexa replied.

"Uh huh. Would you be lying to me, Miss Alexa Eve Johnson?" Carol said, her voice sounding strengthen as she walked closer to Alexa. No whisper came from Alexa, merely a look of shame and a head shake.

"Mhm. Why's your phone open to 'MILF Poun...." Carol said, as Alexa shot up and grabbed the phone from Carol's hands before she could finish the title.

"Um, wrong click?" Alexa said, soon beset by Carol's tickling attack on the girl. Struggling to fight back, Alexa gained a bit of an upper hand when she realized Carol was just as ticklish. By the end, both were laughing hard, and Alexa felt just triumphant, as she had stood on her own.

"Phew. Let's get you changed and asleep." Carol said, as Alexa realized she had messed her diaper. When had she done that?

Sleep overtook both women after the change, with Alexa joining Carol in her bed.

"Alexa. Wake up." Carol said, shaking the sleepwalking Alexa once more. It had happened again, the same spot as the night before, all with Alexa being woken up by a tickle of the sides.

Carol sighed, amused at the girls antics in the night, but wondering if maybe she needed to see a sleep doctor or something of the like. Her thoughts ended as she fell back asleep with Alexa cuddled like a teddy bear in her arms.

However, her peaceful rest was interrupted by aloud thud, and a groan from Alexa as she recovered from hitting the floor. It awoke Carol enough to pull the girl up onto the bed and back to safety.

Alexa put her head into her hands, the stress flowing out of her brain after a long day of work. She had been working since sunrise, and now she was finally done. Documents to sign, a new person to train on her job, another batch of documents to sign, international paperwork so she could stay in the country. All of it took her attention, and made it quite impossible for her get up and enjoy the day like she wished.

Carol had supported the girl throughout the work day, bringing her breakfast, a few snacks, and only tearing her away at lunch.

A phonecall from Mr. Yawena broke up the monotony. "Miss Johnson, more good news. You've been selected by our company to be sponsored to get your Masters. Apologies, I will give you more details in an email tomorrow, but congratulations. You deserve it." His call was quick, his voice evident with tiredness. Alexa was too busy to make much of the phonecall.

Eventually, however, the tidal wave of work wavered and in the late afternoon, Alexa closed her final laptop tab. What a relief it was to be done for the weekend.

Overcome by the combined hours of food and water she had consumed, the first thing she did was rush to the bathroom. Making it was easy enough, but the subsequent semi-streaking throughout the house to find Carol was not great. She found her downstairs, toying with some food, and on the phone with her husband. The mom got the message as Alexa pointed to her diaper.

"Right hun. Another three weeks you say?" Carol said on the phone, shaking her head in obvious anger. She pressed the mute button. "Clothes off sweetie."

Alexa stripped herself in front of Carol, laying on the changing mat. She spread the cream aggressively all over her body as she talked over the phone, she temper worsening and worsening, and Alexa yelped in pain as Carol accidently scratched her.

"Sorry..." Carol whispered. Alexa waited, and soon, Carol just as aggressively strapped her into the diaper, tightening it around her waist. She finished the phone call just as she was finishing getting Alexa changed.

"Everything okay? Um....that was a pretty violent change." Alexa said, not knowing the word to use.

"No, Paul is spending our anniversary working. Sorry, I really didn't mean to scratch you there. Here, let's get you dressed. I have something I wanted to talk to you about." Carol said, pulling Alexa up by her shoulders. "Don't protest or cry foul, but I scheduled you for a family doctor. Sleepwalking and falling out of bed are definitely not normal."

"I...thanks Carol." Alexa said, surprised at the turn of events. She hated doctors. Absolutely hated medical stuff. "I should be fine..."

"Shush. You need it. The appointment is today, so let's get dressed and head there." Carol said.

Alexa remembered why she hated doctors offices, and thankfully, this clinic was nothing like her old ones. Modern looking, very private, and not questioning her maturity. In fact, the doctor had done nothing but treat her like an adult, which made her more willing to listen.

"Miss Johnson, sleepwalking is not a normal behavior, nor is falling off the edge of your bed. Now, tell me, have you ever had any problems with staying asleep before?" The wise looking old man asked.

Alexa replied and kept a good dialogue between herself and the doctor; Carol watched as Alexa swung her feet to and fro on the medical examiantion board, her shortfalls' making her look plain adorable.

"Alright. I'm glad I could get a grasp on the situation. I'll be back in a second. If you could, please take your clothes off and put on a medical robe, I just want to do a few tests." He said, leaving the room. Freezing in place, Alexa was guided by Carol through the process of changing, shame faced the entire time.

His tests were purely professional, and he made no mention of the obvious diaper or cover. At the end, after he had given Alexa time to change, he spoke up, seeming ready to diagnose her problem. "So, Miss Johnson, I can't tell exactly what's wrong with you..." He said, making Alexa feel better. Good, no medicine! "But, I do have a few medicines that I think could help you with your sleeping problem."

She was prescribed some sleeping aids, and muscle relaxants, all in the hope to keep her asleep and not lucid. After he had read about the medicine, he coughed a bit, moving onto another section of the paper.

"While this treatment proposal certainly couldn't be tried for every patient, might I also suggest staying in a confined space with no ability roll out? Until you start to see changes from the medicine, that is."

"You mean a crib." Alexa replied, horrified she was even hearing these words.

"While, cribs are for children, I was just saying a confined space. But if you'd prefer that terminology, then yes, a crib might help." The doctor said to a shocked Alexa. He could tell she did not appreciate his suggestion. "I'm just recommending this. No need to go out and buy one right away if you don't feel comfortable."

Alexa nodded. What a ridiculous idea. She'd never buy a crib. Medicine, gross as it was, would be better.

Her earlier thoughts in the doctors office were correct, Alexa angrily huffed to herself. She'd never buy herself a crib. Carol certainly would, however.

"Carol. Please. Please. I really don't want this." Alexa pleaded with Carol as they went down an aisle at a children's store. "I won't even fit!"

"Alexa. Just try it out for one night. I'll take it back if it doesn't work." Carol said, putting her best de-escalation voice on.

"I....I'll be nothing but a baby in a crib!" Alexa whined, breaking into a set of tears as she stomped her foot. Stopping the cart, Carol soothed the sobbing girl, letting her sob until she ran out of tears.

Her trunk was backed with the crib. Alexa was moody, and only in a minorly better mood from ice cream.

Carol had put a movie on, distracting Alexa as she set the crib up. It was the largest she could find, and even then, she doubted it could fit the adult in her basement right now. Pity filled her heart. She understood Alexa's pain, but her genuine worry overrode that sympathy. What stopped the next time she fell from being when she got a concussion?

Ordering Alexa's favorite takeout, Carol relaxed after setting up the crib in Alexa's room, making sure the plastic sheets were on tight. Observing the girl in her pajamas, Carol felt right in what she had done, knowing Alexa needed help with her problems, help beyond just herself. The two of them were beyond wasted by the time they were ready for bed, celebrating a long week, and Alexa's new job. Stumbling upstairs, Carol forced Alexa to hold still as she stumbled through putting curlers in her hair, and changing her diaper.

Alexa was too tired to protest, work having taken more out of her then she realized. What she did protest was when Carol tugged her towards the crib, helping her get in.

"Nooooooooooo. Carol, not happening." Alexa said, squirming out from under Carol's grasp.

"Lex....just try it out. You'll be comfy!" Carol said, voice slurred. Alexa's squirming stopped, and she lightly tripped, allowing Carol the leverage to force her into the crib. Her desire for sleep overrode any more qualms she had, and Carol made sure the girl was comfortable. Sleep soon overtook her as well.

Carol awoke late in the morning, having enjoyed a calm, if cold and lonely, night in her bed. Surprised that her crib idea had worked, she left the room in the nightie from the night before. When she entered Alexa's room, the girl was dozing peacefully, thumb in her mouth, looking like she had no cares in the world. It almost made Carol feel bad to wake the girl up. Almost.

"Lex. Time to get up sweetie." Carol said, lightly shaking her. Alexa didn't respond. It took three more shakes, and even then, Alexa was little more then a pair of open eyes looking around the room. Yawning and stretching, she shoved her thumb back in her mouth, looking like she was about to go right back to sleep. "Oh no you don't." Carol said, giving her one more shake and pulling Alexa's thumb from her mouth.

"I'm uppppp..." She groaned, sitting on the edge of the crib. "Gosh, it's the weekend. I figured old people slept in, not wake up at the damn sunrise."

"For your information, it's pretty late in the morning. Anyway, get up, I need to change you."

"Change me? I..." ALexa looked down, and felt her waist in horror. Around her was obvious leakage from her diaper, with the diaper clearly not able to contain her accident. "Oh my gosh, I leaked. I never do that. Sorry Carol I...."

"Relax Lexi, doesn't matter to me. That's why you have a plastic sheet any way. Here, come this way." Carol said, guiding the quivering legged Alexa to her changing mat. Even Carol had to look away at the clearly overfilled diaper, changing it as best she might. The redness had returned to Alexa's sensitive areas, making her squirm just a bit as Carol gave her what felt like a bottles worth in her diaper.

Alexa rushed to the shower, her cute butt rushing out of the room the second Carol let her up.

"Lexi, don't use the shower just yet. Let the cream soak in for a few minutes." Carol said, not having thought Alexa would use the shower right after. That was Carol's fault for assuming.

"Urgh. Carol, I feel beyond gross. Can't we just reapply it?" Alexa asked, half her body in the bathroom, the other half poking out to speak to Carol.

"Lexi, I've seen you naked more than once. Just wait a few minutes while the cream gets into your pores." Carol replied, causing a blush from Alexa.

"Fine. I need some coffee and aspirin, my head is killing me." Alexa said, opening the bathroom door and heading back to her room. The requested items were brought to her, and Carol also got a very loose robe for the girl, allowing the two of them a modicum of modesty while they waited. Eventually Carol felt like time had passed enough, and Alexa hopped in the shower. While she did that, Carol handled the leakage onto the plastic sheets of the crib. A ding from her phone stopped her.

Diana: Hey Carol could I get a few of those photos from yesterday? Really loved the one with you me and Lex.

Carol replied, sending the whole batch of photos.

Diana: Thanks, much appreciated!

Carol hesitated a bit, but typed out the message she knew she should send. Her motherly knowledge of how to handle diapers and leaks was rusty, but Diana's certainly wasn't.

Carol: Question for you - what's the most absorbent night time brand diaper you know of?

Her text spurred a response from Diana, who was surprised at the conversations sudden shift. Trying to think why Carol would be asking that, she realized it was most likely on behalf of Alexa. Had the girl leaked?

Diana: Well, depends purely on the brand. I personall would use....

Carol's conversation with the mother was productive. Brands to use, how to best prevent leaks, and some things she hadn't even thought of it. Most of it was just dusting off tomes from years gone by, but Carol appreciated their long text conversation.

Alexa hopped out of the shower, enjoying the icy cold on her burning hot skin. Truly, she felt a new woman and person, the messiness of the morning forgotten. Outside the bathroom sat Carol in her nightie, looking enraptured by her phone. She heard the light pitter of Alexa's feet on the carpet.

"Feel better?"

"Much better. Sorry to make you wait so long to use the shower." Alexa replied.

"No problem Lex, no problem at all." Carol said, accompanying Alexa to her room once more. Tottering around in her new diaper, Alexa poked at it, realizing Caro, most certainly had added more then one booster pad.

"Little hard to walk in this. You jealous of my youthful speed?" Alexa asked, doing a mock flex in the mirror.

"I just wanted to make sure you didn't leak. Here, arms up." Carol said, pulling a frilly, elegant pink dress over Alexa's head, then working a pair of very tight pink tights up her legs, followed by a pair of relaxed white flats. Alexa closed her eyes as she was patted down with makeup, squirming a bit as Carol brushed her hair, making sure every curl was perfect.

"Um, Carol, you don't have to do all this. I feel bad, I feel like you're spending more time on my hair then you spend on yourself." Alexa said, guilty.

"I appreciate your concern Lex. Don't worry. I enjoy doing it, otherwise I'd be making you spend the night sleeping in the doghouse." Carol said, tickling Alexa's vulnerable ribs.

"Alright, well, I appreciate it. I don't know how to say it, but thank you for trying to help me with, erm, my unique problems sometimes." Alexa said as Carol worked through a tough knot.

"You're welcome. I'm sorry for how I had to handle it, but I hope it truly helped you Lex." Carol said as she finished brushing Alexa's hair, working it into a pair of matching pink knotted pigtails.

"It did! But, I don't like the crib. It's just not comfy." Alexa said, pouting a bit.

"Alright, alright. We'll figure something out. I need a shower. Could you clean the basement and any other junk for me?" Carol replied.

"Of course!" Alexa said, bounding from the room. Her dress swished around, and Carol loved the sight; her long years of never dressing or playing dressup with dolls made her heart stir in happiness at the sight.

Alexa: New outfit, watcha think?

Alexa texted both the intern she had met from the corporate office, and Devon. Both replied with seconds of each other.

Intern: Super cool, definitely your style.

Devon: Love it. Looking good! Watcha been up to?

Alexa smiled at their replies, happy to finally have some male attention in her life. After college, her life became mostly work, home, work, home, so finally having it was nice. As she cleaned up the downstairs and collected their trash from the night before, Alexa blushed at the next message from the intern.

Intern: How about coffee tomorrow? My treat.

Not knowing what to say, Alexa left the message on read, merely thinking of her response to the direct words. Maybe Carol would know.

She did know what to say. Perfectly.

"Here, give me the phone. I'm perfect with responses." Carol said, sensing the apprehension from Alexa as she clipped her into her car seat and watched her eyes flick down to her chest, held tightly in her sundress. She purposely had chosen an outfit to accentuate her bust for the day, knowing Alexa's wandering eyes would be obvious.

"Alright." Alexa said, so lost she was willing to accept the direct assistance.

"Oh, this one's easy. Go to the place we went when we were at the boutique. Easy. Here's what you should send." Carol said, handing Alexa's phone back to her.

Alexa: I'd like that. I know a perfect spot, unless you already had somewhere you loved.

Pressing send, Alexa got a response before Carol had even left the driveway.

Intern: I'm fine with whatever spot you want!

Her texting with the young man distracted her as they drove throughout the city, passing the very boutique Carol had mentioned previously. Parking into a smaller shopping centre, Carol got out, pulling Alexa out as well.

"Alright, no phone. Let's do some window shopping." Carol replied, getting no complaints from Alexa.

Walking through the shopping centre, Alexa didn't see much that attracted her attention, besides for a tech shop. Taking some glances into the dusty shop, Alexa saw nothing she might like, so she kept on her way. Carol was, it seemed, on a mission, pulling Alexa into a random shop with a slight tug on the leash of Alexa's backpack.

"Uh, we don't need anything in here, right?" Alexa said, staring at the aisle of differing diaper brands before her.

"Well, I just wanted to check it out. You're leak sorta made me worried. Maybe you should wear a different pair at night?" Carol suggested to Alexa, who looked around the abandoned shop with just a bit of paranoia. Thankfully, it didn't seem to have many other customers.

"I won't leak again. That was just my drinking." Alexa stammered out.

"You're never drinking again?" Carol asked, picking the brand Diana had suggested off the top shelf.

"No, I meant, I just won't leak." Alexa responded. She didn't even believe her own words.

"Lex. Relax. You're tense. No one will think these are for you. Just help me shop. We'll get you that nightie you had wanted a few days ago."

They left the store with a cart full of night time supplies. Plastic pants, very thick diapers, and an embarrassed Alexa. Throwing the stuff into the back of her trunk, Carol whispered to Alexa.

"Need a change?"

"Nope! All good." Alexa beamed.

Chapter 22

Carol drove the two of them back to the area of the boutique, taking Alexa to the same salon. Confused, Alexa spoke up, but realized the meaning as Carol explained.

"Spa day. It's next door to that salon. Get you prepped for your hot date." She said, getting no complaints from Alexa.

Until they had to lie on the table for the massage. Stripping was no fun to Alexa, who allowed herself to be stripped to just her diaper cover by Carol.

"God, this is just plain....wonderful." Carol said as she let her head rest against the sauna wall. After close to 45 minutes of an intense, thorough massage, both women felt closer to jelly then flesh. It was nothing like the message they got at the lounge; it was like the masseuse wanted to pull the muscle off the back of both women. Thankfully, to Alexa's eternal gratitude, it was merely too middle aged women whom said little beyond 'Hello' and 'Goodbye'.

The sauna gave both women a time to unwind, and after a few minutes in it, some humor.

"You're wet!" Carol said, poking at Alexa's incredibly squishy diaper.

"No! The um, steam got into the diaper. It's super uncomfortable." Alexa said, squirming in her seat. Besides for the diaper, she was in heaven currently.

"Lex. You should take it off. I doubt having a wet thing like that against your skin is healthy." Carol said.

Alexa consented, and before she knew it, the diaper was outside the sauna, as Alexa sat her bare bottom on the wood. She allowed herself to completely and utterly relax, nearly drifting off. Standing up, she followed Carol from the sauna to a nearby jacuzzi. The place thankfully had no besides the employees, and Alexa allowed herself the luxury of handing over her towel. Completely naked, she rested in the jacuzzi.

Life was great.

Until a loud blaring noise began to fill both women's ears, and red flashing lights shocked their eyes; followed by a robotic voice.

"ALERT. ALERT. ALERT. FIRE. FIRE. FIRE. PLEASE. EVACUATE. ALERT. ALERT. ALERT." The robotic voice repeated endlessly, making Carol look at Alexa in shock, and Alexa reply in fear. The two were rushed from the room by a pair of employees, and Alexa realized if she didn't do something, she'd wind up in her birthday suit outside!

Their feet hit the dirt which lie right outside the emergency exit. Alexa shut her eyes, praying no one else existed to see her exposed flesh. Carol's voice broke through.

"Alexa. It's not much. Use it wisely." Carol said, sacrificing her only cover for the clearly horrified girl. A small tea towel, barely covering one of Carol's breasts, fell into Alexa's grasp. She used it to cover her bottom half while her other hand covered her small chest.

"Th-thank you Car-Carol." Alexa stuttered out, happy at least some of her modest was preserved.

The two were surrounded by workers, patrons, and all sorts of adults who looked just as confused as them. An older looking man approached the pair with a large fire blanket. Carol accepted it, tossing over her and Alexa equally. Cuddling tightly with Carol, Alexa allowed herself to be hidden by both the blanket and her arms. Her shaking soon stopped, and she allowed herself to focus on the fact that she had been potentially saved from a fire.

"It's plain unacceptable, I agree." The Spa Director said poignantly to both Carol and Alexa. They had been let into the building after a few minutes, hidden under the conveniently supplied (but scratchy) fire blanket.

"Not a single worker thought to grab Lex or I a towel. I mean, come on! I had my two hands to cover up. I'm not trying to be a bother, I'm really not." Carol said as Alexa stayed silent.

"I agree ma'am. Please, accept my most sincere apologies for the exposure of yourself and your daughter. How about some store credit for your troubles...." The Spa Director said, looking like he wanted the angry mother out of his office as soon as possible.

Carol walked out of the office with a smile on her face, Alexa following behind her to the car. She finally collected her thoughts when they sat in the car. It had been a hectic few minutes back in the spa, as Carol canceled their spa trip, indignant at the fact that no worker had given them help in their time of need. Alexa was content with getting her clothes back on, with Carol angrily tapping a fresh diaper onto the girl. After that came her visit to the office, and finally, they were in the car.

"Carol. I know you're angry. But thank you so much for the help. You gave me that towel even though it meant you'd be naked. I....just thank you so much." Alexa stuttered out, hugging Carol as she sat in the passenger seat. It cooled Carol's temper.

"Of course Lex. Now." Carol said, collecting herself. It was hard to be angry with a cute girl hugging her for dear life. "Why don't we go to the salon. I'm sure your hair could use a brush up before your big date."

"Carol! Lexi!" The main woman at the front desk said, smiling at her frequent customer and her daughter. Carol smiled back at the green haired woman, speaking up for the two.

"We're just looking to get a bit of work done. She has a big date tomorrow." Carol said, smiling at Alexa with a proud beam.

The hairdresser Alexa had prior appeared from the back, recognizing her former charge immediately, and heading to meet her. She coo'd over Alexa's hair, admiring the curliness with the pride of an artist. She pulled Alexa away from Carol, attracting her attention.

"What will we be doing today?" She asked, with Alexa following dutifully behind.

"Well, uh, hmm.." Alexa said, following her to the back and sitting in the salon chair.

Carol let her Alexa be pulled along with no stoppage, merely giving her a smile as she watched the girls skirt swish along. Sitting in the chair, her usual attendant asked her a familiar question - "What will we be doing today?"

Carol and Alexa both pondered over the question...

"Last time your recommendation was great, what would you think?" Alexa questioned, getting comfortable in the same seat she had taken prior.

"Oh, thank you very much for trusting my recommendation. What if we kept the curls, but gave you some additional length?" The salon worker asked.

"Additional length?" Alexa questioned.

"Yes, we could put some extensions in. Just a few inches. More room to work with." The salon worker replied, getting a nod from Alexa.

"I like that!" Alexa said, feeling some earbuds popped into her ears, and cartoons begin on the TV in front of her. Very quickly, she was out like a light; the salon worker smiled, glad she now had a relatively easy child to work with.

Carol merely had allowed a touch up of her hair, and reapplication of her French tips. It didn't take long at all, and thankfully the salon worker for Alexa mostly left her alone. She only asked her to come look at her work once she was finished; it took a good 45 minutes. Alexa was just waking up herself.

"Wow. How many inches did you add?" Carol questioned, letting her hand grasp the bulk of the girls hair lightly.

"Just a few. Moms stamp of approval?" The woman asked.

"Sure."

Alexa was sat up, getting to view the extensions in the mirror very briefly. Her hair was now curly and down to her back. The look was...unique for her, seeing as she never grew her hair that long. It kept its magical curls the entire length down, and swished from side to side as Alexa examined it. She was speechless. It was a massive amount of hair, truly, but it was beautiful.

"Alright sweetie, back in the chair for me." The woman said, patting Alexa's spot. Alexa consented, slipping back into the spot and fading into her usual stupor. A hot towel got put on her face, which only allowed her to relax more.

In her dream, Alexa felt a light resistance. Could she keep resisting the urge to fill her diaper?

Much like the last time she was in the salon, Alexa's answer to the question of holding it was already made up. Releasing her control, she filled her diaper, just barely managing to not overflow the poor thing. Truly at ease now, she didn't have a single care in the world.

As she slept, the woman worked away on Alexa. After a few minutes, she felt her work was done, and she wiped down the remaining wax and other materials. Placing her tools down, she allowed herself a moment to relax from her craft; a purtid small hit her nose, and she realized the source.

"I think she's had a little accident." The worker said to Carol once she was in the room. Carol, standing outside and talking to her husband, raised an eyebrow at the revelation and returned with the backpack.

"Do you mind if I..." Carol questioned, letting a nod from the woman.

"Of course, of course. Poor dear is probably so tuckered out she'll sleep through the change." The salon worker said, playing lookout for Carol as she changed Alexa.

Chapter 23

She was right, in some way. Alexa slept through every part of the change until Carol put the tabs against her flesh. Opening her eyes like a woman drowning, Alexa looked around, shocked at the current position she was, and noticing the salon worker, Alexa shut her eyes. It was over soon after, and Carol stood Alexa up in front of a full length mirror.

What the woman had done was....amazing. Alexa's eyebrows were much more defined, with her eyelashes popping out naturally. Some beauty magic meant the few blemishes and blackheads on Alexa's face were removed. Her skin was...perfect actually.

"Just an eyelash perm, some touch ups around her eyebrows, and blackhead removal. I have a few creams she should start using; I can tell if she doesn't take care of her skin now, come the teenage years, she'll be getting pimples." The salon worker said, clearly selling product to Carol. She obliged, and Alexa found an assortment of creams rubbed into her face.

By the end of it, Alexa had received new pink nails on both her hands and toes, and a face full of chemicals. Sent out by Carol to throw the dirty diaper away, Alexa looked over her shoulder, and noticed no one staring. Hopefully no one said a thing. They didn't.

Carol left the salon with Alexa, smiling.

"Your hair looks very nice." Carol commented at the fresh faced Alexa.

"You too. Even if you stuck with boring blonde." Alexa teased.

"Hey missy, keep it up and you'll talk yourself into a spanking." Carol said with faux seriousness, getting a look of sympathy from a passing by father. Alexa, losing the battle, said nothing until she was in her car seat. Carol got her fair share of good pictures of Alexa.

"He thought you were serious!" Alexa stuttered out. "And...why'd you have to change me in the salon....."

"Oh, relax. You're the one who decided to use her diaper, not me...." Carol replied.

Carol drove Alexa past a massive looking campus, looking abandoned on the weekend - if Alexa didn't know better, she'd say no one used the school campus at all. Surprised at their lcoation, Alexa realized everything as Carol explained and she listened.

"This is a major campus hub. They host Pre-K to Ph.D.'s here. My boys started here when they were 5, and ended when they graduated Secondary School. Just a suggestion for your college search." Carol said as they drove by and explored a bit of the campus.

"Wow. Thanks Carol. This is beautiful. I'd love to get my Masters here." Alexa said, and then kept quiet as they drove me.

After their drive, Carol and Alexa both destressed at home, with Carol refusing to leave Alexa alone to be nervous about her date. Heading to the basement, Carol put on a movie for Alexa as she unpacked the days purchases, and soon enough, was downstairs with Alexa.

"Carol. That thing is massive. No way I'm wearing it." Alexa crossed her arms and played a game of chicken with Carol, who was holding the girls new nighttime diaper.

"Alexa. You leaked last night. I'm not angry or going to beg you to wear it. But what if you leak again?" Carol asked as she pointed to the diaper.

"I'll try it on. Bu-but. No promises I'll keep wearing it." Alexa said, losing the game of chicken with Carol.

Carol easily (having gotten used to it by now) got Alexa changed into the new diaper, only struggling with the bulk of it. A cloth brand that Diana had recommended, it more then amply wrapped itself tight around Alexa's bum, making sure she knew the diaper was there. Covered in pink roses on its hard outer cloth, Alexa squirmed as Carol pulled over a clear plastic cover for it, with her prodding.

"It feels so....big. And not like a normal diaper." Alexa said, fooling with it.

"It's a cloth diaper. Reusable. I figured, you use them so much, why waste money rebuying." Carol said matter-a-factly. She realized her words were in poor taste when Alexa frowned. "I didn't mean it like that. Just, you know, trying to save money."

Smiling at Carol's brief embarrassment, Alexa permitted the comment and the women got back to their movie; Alexa ended up sitting on the floor as Carol brushed her hair. Enjoying the flow of alcohol, chattering with one another and the general relaxing of a weekend, they nearly missed the ring of the doorbell. Alexa was sent up, drunk enough to again forget her pants; she came back redder then a tomato with the ordered food. Laughing with Alexa, Carol assuaged the girls nervousness at being exposed to another delivery worker.

Alexa drank enough for the both of them, and soon enough, ended up looking like she might pass out. Carol escorted her to her new crib, and in no time, Alexa was passed out like a baby.

Until, of course, Carol heard the sleepwalking. Checking the hidden baby monitor she'd placed in Alexa's room, Carol realized Alexa, in her sleep walking mode, had opened the latch, and walked out of the bedroom!

Bringing her back up to the crib, Carol sighed. Dangit. Even with all the medicine in the world, this wasn't going to stop. That girl was going to hurt herself one of these nights. How could Carol solve that......

"Lex. Wake up." Carol said, shaking Alexa. No response came. "Fine, I guess you'll be going to your hot little date in a messy diaper."

Alexa woke instantly. Pulled from the crib easily, she yawned as Carol wiped her down for a change, and felt some relief as Carol took the (very filled) diaper away. Thank goodness! To have to put one of those monsters on when she wasn't sleeping....Alexa found herself dozing off on the changing pad until some tickles on her size got her up.

"Lex, come on. You have to get a shower." Carol said, not used to Alexa being this....tired and apathetic.

"I'm sooooooo tired. Just 5 more minutes?" Alexa asked. She felt exhausted. Like she'd slept 5 minutes the night before. If she could just get back to the crib and lay down.

Carol realized what was happening. The Doctor's medicine. Of course. It was making her tired. Hmphm. Carol had dealt with sleepy tykes before.

What desire for sleep Alexa had instantly disappeared when the first drop of hot water hit her. Opening her eyes, Alexa realized she was sitting in the bathroom, in the tub, with it filling with water. Carol sat off to the side. And Alexa was naked!

"Ca-carol! I can bathe myself." Alexa said.

"Uh huh. You couldn't even stay awake. Stay still." Carol said as she worked Alexa's shower cap onto her mass of hair and began bathtime.

Alexa's bathtime went by rather slowly for the girl, especially as her want of sleep came back once she realized she had to do nothing other then lay there and be cleaned by Carol. Fading in and out of reality, Alexa finally felt lucid and alive when Carol was drying her down and pulling her from the bathroom. Not wanting to protest, she got covered in the usual rash cream, then a smaller cloth diaper, then a diaper cover, and finally, a pair of very stretched cute panties. Standing up for Carol, she felt a cute blue sundress pulled over her, followed by a pair of pink tights and some nice shoes.

Sitting there as her makeup was done, Alexa felt more akin to a doll then a human, especially as Carol harshly brushed her hair. Eventually, however, it was finished, and she spoke up. "Wow. You...did amazing Carol."

Smiling at her work, Carol nodded. "Thanks Lex. Now, I think you have a date to be at."

She was running just a bit behind, but Carol's lead foot helped make up for time. Once she was finally there, Alexa got to meet and talk with the boy she'd talked too days prior.

He was, in many ways, amazing. Knowledgeable in Alexa's career field, great at keeping the conversation going, every single trait Alexa liked in one person. Not shy at all, he moved their date once the coffee was finished to a nearby park. On a stroll through the woods, the two continued their talks, and Alexa forgot every stressor she'd ever had and simply enjoyed it.

The park walk eventually ended, and it soon moved from a park to a movie. Not one to refuse a free show, Alexa went with him, and the two enjoyed the afternoon together. Eventually, he said he had to go home to do college work, and Alexa promised they'd meet up later in the week. He agreed. Before she stepped out of his car, he stole a kiss from her, and it sat on Alexa's mind the entire night.

"Lex. You there?" Carol waved her hand in front of Alexa's grinning face. She sat at her desk, staring at a blank computer.

"Oh. Uhm. Yeah. What do you need?" Alexa asked.

"You're boy crazy." Carol said, rolling her eyes. "Tell me all about it later. Any way, the airport brought our luggage back. I washed it, but could you hang some of it up on the clothesline? Delicates that can't be in the dryer."

Alexa nodded, and took the offered basket, letting her past few hours dominate her thoughts as she pinned everything up. Until she came to her clothes. Well, more accurately, one piece of clothing. The cloth diaper she'd worn that very morning! It stayed in the basket, eventually alone, as Alexa came back in. Carol seemed surprised at Alexa's annoyance.

"It has to dry. It's just as delicate as my lingerie. I'll put it up if you don't want to." Carol said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"But someone will see it! And know I wear diapers!" Alexa protested.

"Ah, no one cares. They'll think it's just my granny panties or something. Here, I'll hang it up for you." Carol said, taking the diaper from Alexa.

And she did hang it up, letting it wave on the clothesline as Alexa felt aghast. Just what in the world would everyone else in the neighborhood think?

"Carol, I don't knowwww. I mean maybe we could hang them up inside? Anything but outside." Alexa said, watching the wind blow the diaper on the clothesline; it was an absurdly...interesting view, the sun setting in the background, Alexa's diaper in the foreground.

"Are you still worried about that? Come on, I just finished dinner." Carol said, shrugging her shoulders and redirecting Alexa's attention. After a few healthy servings of pasta and meatballs, Alexa had forgotten all about the clothes, and sat downstairs, watching TV and just generally chatting with Carol. Her phone buzzed.

"Am I speaking to Miss Johnson?" A voice on the phone said. Alexa shot Carol a look, and she muted the television.

"Yep. May I ask whom I am speaking to?" Alexa questioned. Why did the voice sound so cryptic.....

"Hi Miss Johnson, this is Paul James from our companies logistics department. Now, if I am reading these emails correct, you're going to be having a company sponsored international move." The voice said, much warmer.

"Ye-yes." Alexa replied.

"Great. So, would you flying out form your current location in two days time work for you? Arrive back home, get your lease ended, everything moved, etc., then fly back? I'm open to changing the time if need be." He asked like a pro.

"Su-sure! Two days works great!" Alexa stuttered back.

They discussed a few more details. Alexa sunk into the couch, stress building up inside of her like a ball, and she felt herself dozing off. Carol brought her upstairs and got her into the crib.

Carol went into Alexa's room early in the morning. She expected something to have happened in the night, but not whatever had occurred; Alexa lay their, sprawled out onto the ground, sleeping peacefully. Checking the baby monitor as Alexa slowly woke up, Carol realized she had undone the crib gate, gone back to sleep, rolled out, and then passed out on the floor.

"God, my back hurts." Alexa whined.

"I bet it does. You slept on hardwood." Carol replied, clapping her hands together. "Now, let's get you changed and ready to go to the gym."

"Do-don't say it like that. You didn't even check my diaper, and you assume I had an accident. I mean....give me a chance." Alexa grumbled.

"Chance given Lex....." Carol said, checking Alexa's diaper. "....a failed. I'll make sure to mark it as a failure in your chart." Both women laughed.

Following a quick change, Alexa sat on the couch downstairs, awaiting Carol. It did not take her too long, and Alexa soon found herself in the booster seat of the car, feeling more tired then ever, and not ready for a workout. Why did Carol even want to workout at this ungodly hour. Shivering in the big sweats and sweatshirt, Alexa was let out of the car by Carol.

Carol took Alexa to the nearby track, leading her in some stretches and other warmups, before they both began to run. Immediately, distance grew between them, Carol's longer legs making her strides beat out Alexa. After a few laps, Alexa was beat. The only thing that kept her going was Carol beside her, egging her on for another lap. Alexa was by no means fat, but that certainly didn't mean she was athletic. Covered in the sweat by the end of the workout, Alexa collapsed on the ground, both she and Carol panting.

Desperately, she sucked down water, and followed Carol into the gym, going through the motions of the workout, speaking little. They ended the workout with time on the bike, and Alexa felt her stomach grumble a bit, much in the same way she'd felt when she had squatted last time. Continuing to push, she saw Carol stand up, smiling at her. Alexa stopped.

"No, no, keep going. I'm taking a vid of our workouts for Paul!" Carol said, smiling. Alexa kept her pace, and in a few seconds, she felt her willpower crumble, and the diaper get filled with last nights meal. If Carol knew, she said nothing, and Alexa kept biking, even with the gross mass in her thin diaper.

Eventually it was over, and Alexa headed to the locker room. Carol grab their stuff, and Alexa looked at the ground, feeling bashful, but muttering to her.

"Car-carol....I need a change." She said.

Carol nodded, and got to work, quickly changing Alexa silently as Alexa lay on the wooden platform. Thankfully, no one said a word, and the two women left the gym, Alexa happy to finally jump into the shower and get the sweat off of her. Jumping onto her computer afterwards, Alexa fiddled with her long hair, kicking her feet back and forth. Work grabbed her attention, and she focused on that for the next few hours, only losing focus from a late breakfast and lunch.

Meanwhile, Carol researched a bit on her computer. How did one deal with someone opening up their crib? Mostly Mom Support Forums had the answer, but she read on. Hm....just what was the solution?

Chapter 24

"Two days from now? Really? That's close." Carol said to Alexa, sitting next to her, trying her best to distract Alexa from her work. It was late afternoon.

"Yeah. I'll have to start packing and get ready. Ugh." Alexa grimaced, the tasks making her look like she was in pain.

"I'll get my ticket scheduled too." Carol smiled. Alexa perked up.

"Really? You don't have to do that Carol....." She said, her words not hiding the relief on her face.

"Don't have to, but I will. Being stuck her alone would be boring." Carol shrugged her shoulders, and booted Alexa out of the home office. "Go do something other then work. Maybe get some of the clothes down from the line."

Alexa needed no more encouragement, taking the basket and letting energy surge throughout her limbs, the idea of taking down everything making her happy. Finally, the diaper would stop mocking her by gently swinging in the wind. Working her way down the line, she finished the process, bringing the basket back inside. Carol smiled at her, and went through the basket, pulling the diaper out, and sliding her another basket.

"Still wet sweetie. Here's this mornings cloth diaper too. Could you hang them up for me?" Carol asked, and Alexa felt her jaw drop.

"Bu-but...." Alexa said, taking the diaper from, and feeling the moisture still on it. It was a bit wet, sure, but....she'd only done that task just to get the diapers put away from public viewing! Defeated, she hung the two cloth diapers on the clothesline, and went back inside. Carol sat on the sofa, thanking for the job, and silencing her phone.

"Sorry for all the chores Lex, but could you order some food for the night and sort my clothes? Paul just called me and now it's a whole family call." Carol asked, her eyes rolling in annoyance.

"Definitely! Not a problem." Alexa said, searching a bit, and then deciding what she wanted for dinner. Pizza again. She was a pretty famished, and called then ordered, heading up with the basket of Carol's clothes. Sexy nighties, Lingerie, underwear she knew they had bought at the boutique....all of it sorted. It was a just bit embarrassing, sorting the clothes, while she still was in a diaper.

Carol enjoyed the pizza, as did Alexa; even more then the pizza, both women enjoyed a healthy amount of drinks, staying in the basement. Alexa had the next day off to pack her stuff, meaning perhaps she went just a bit overboard. After their second movie for the night, Alexa stood up, in her pajama pants and camisole, stretching and yawning.

"Carol. I-I...wish.....I had underwear like you." Alexa blurted out, not knowing where that had come from.

"Huh?" Carol questioned, having been focused on the movie.

"Ju-just....doing your laundry today. Sexy stuff. My stuff is stuff kids wear. Bu-but I'm an adult." Alexa complained. Carol rolled her eyes.

"Lex. Come here." Carol said, and Alexa felt herself totter over, the thin diaper mixing with the alcohol to make it a slow waddle. "Arms up." Alexa followed directions, and soon found herself naked except for her diaper. Not a cloth diaper, just merely one of usual day time one's.

"Car-carol....It's cold." Alexa whined.

"Alexa. You talking about your diapers like they weigh you down is bad for you. You know that. I know that." Carol said. "You need them. Eventually, I hope I can help you so you don't need them..." Carol said, giving a warm smile. "But for now, just stop. Stop thinking about them. If you make it to the potty, good. If you don't, okay. They are adult underwear because you, an adult, are wearing them. Got it?"

Alexa nodded. "Tr-true....but...."

"No buts. Now, when you have a used diaper, discreetly come let me know. No need for hysterics every time you use them. Got me?" Carol asked, and Alexa nodded. "Good. Now no more complaining about something you need." Alexa nodded again.

The two enjoyed the movie for a bit more, and then Alexa stood up once more, stretching. She had gotten very used to the chill of the room, forgetting her clothes and accepting a fluffy blanket around her body. Wrapped tightly around her, shielding her body from view. Carol brought her upstairs, having stopped her drinking hours prior.

"Bathroom." Carol said. Alexa stumbled into her bathroom. A toilet was in front of her. She sat on it. Shutting her eyes, she let the days stress flow out of her, and into the toilet. "Alexa! I didn't take your diaper off! Ugh....just finish using it...."

Eyes opening up, Alexa stood up from the toilet, only to feel herself pressed down by Carol. Her protests died in her throat as her accident continued, filling the diaper fully. Too drunk to care, Alexa found herself out of the diaper, and in one of the cloth variants.

"Hands out." Carol said and Alexa complied. Mittens soon wrapped themselves around Alexa's hands, and her eyebrows shot up. "Just so you don't open up your crib at night."

Alexa, too tired to do anything but nod, passed out, clad in only the mittens and large cloth diaper. Carol followed in her comfortable bed. One slept soundly....

....while another slept the opposite. Carol knew the answer to which was which when she came into Alexa's bedroom, finding her once more sprawled out onto the floor, smooshing her filled diaper into the ground. Before even waking the girl, she watched baby monitor, realizing just how Alexa had squirmed out of her crib without her her hands. The gate was down, meaning she'd not just got up and jumped out.

Still, she'd used her feet. Whether consciously or not, Alexa had hit against gate with feet, using her (very slight) body weight to force open a gate designed for much, much smaller persons in mind. With just a bit of force, it'd fallen open allowing her to roll out and be in her present situation.

"God, my back hurts." Alexa moaned in pain, repeating the same words as the day prior, much to Carol's noticeable annoyance.

"Sleeping on hardwood two days in a row will do that to you." Carol said, rolling her eyes a bit and causing a laugh from Alexa. "Let's get you changed."

Alexa yawned, and fell back asleep, completely peaceful by the second Carol came back into the room. Not one to waste time, Carol navigated Alexa onto the mat, changing her and putting the cream onto the girl; next came brushing the girls long hair. If Alexa weren't still lightly breathing, Carol would've felt that she was back in time, playing with a dressup doll, what with how malleable Alexa was.

Eventually, a particular hard knot made Alexa yelp in pain, and she realized she was naked, having her hair brushed, and relaxed. She was not fully awake until Carol stuck her into the cold water of a bath, with a slight laugh by Carol following suite.

"That'll get you up." Carol said, and Alexa splashed water back at the woman.

Dressed in diaper, romper, ankle white frilly socks, with a big bow on top, Alexa ate her breakfast, dashing upstairs (as best she might in a diaper) to work. Carol left the house for a few hours, only noticed by Alexa when she went down from lunch and realized Carol had left her a bowl of grapes; engrossed by her work once more, Alexa leaned back comfortably, realizing she'd finished everything: bringing people up to speed on her old position, arranging her move. So relaxed, Alexa felt herself loosen up, and her (unnoticed) bladder leak.....

[chess]

It's not a bad story.  it's not my style, but  I think you would get many satisfied readers if you divided the text into manageable chapters.

But please remove the “realistic” tag, because the story isn’t realistic. Things like Alexa being able to fit clothes in the switched backpack and being mistaken for a child aren’t realistic. I feel like I started reading it under false pretenses.

[Jako_Tu]

7 hours ago, chess said:

It's not a bad story.  it's not my style, but  I think you would get many satisfied readers if you divided the text into manageable chapters.

But please remove the “realistic” tag, because the story isn’t realistic. Things like Alexa being able to fit clothes in the switched backpack and being mistaken for a child aren’t realistic. I feel like I started reading it under false pretenses.

Thanks for the feedback. When I have time, I'll start working on implementing some sort of Chapter structure.

I have yet to find a tag definition on this site, which is why I chose realistic. My usage of the word realistic derives from a lack of fantastical, magic, scientific mumbo jumbo, etc. related to Alexa. I think it is realistic that Alexa could fit into clothes for a girl her size that is younger than her. However, if other readers don't think its appropriate to utilize that tag, please let me know and I'm happy to change it.

[punkboy27]

7 hours ago, chess said:

It's not a bad story.  it's not my style, but  I think you would get many satisfied readers if you divided the text into manageable chapters.

But please remove the “realistic” tag, because the story isn’t realistic. Things like Alexa being able to fit clothes in the switched backpack and being mistaken for a child aren’t realistic. I feel like I started reading it under false pretenses.

While I agree with the first part of your comment, that dividing such a long story into multiple chapters would make it an easier read for anyone who doesn't read it in one sitting, I disagree with the rest of your comment.

There are conditions like growth hormone deficiencies and nutritional issues that can leave adults with the body of a child. TLC's Shauna Rae, for example, stands under 4 feet tall, and she looks and sounds like a tween, despite being in her 20s. Meanwhile, it's not impossible for a child to reach a height of 4 feet before they turn 5 years old. For that matter, the shortest living woman, Jyoti Amge, is barely 2 feet tall (and is featured in the "Freak Show" season of "American Horror Story").

As Joan's age/size is eventually revealed to be an "oversized 8 year old" (which could have her stand anywhere between 3'6" and 5'0" tall, and certainly closer to the higher end of that bracket since she's described as being "oversized"...), and as I think it is heavily implied that she has special needs (she also is mentioned to barely eat and speak, which for an 8 year old is in line for being on the spectrum), it is not really unrealistic for Alexa to fit into her clothes, in my humble opinion.

The author specifically posted a disclaimer at the beginning of the story, explaining what they meant by "realistic" (even using quotation marks...), so at the risk of offending you, I think it's *very* rude to call the author out on this specifically, and going as far as claiming you were "tricked" into reading their story "under false pretenses".

If anything, the part where Alexa is "obliged by law" to use a booster seat (required by law in many states until a child is either 8 years old or 4'9" in height) is more unrealistic, especially as it is explained to be "because of a law from the 60s", since I grew up in the 80s and seatbelts usage wasn't even mandatory back then, let alone putting small kids in car seats..., but who cares?!

In any case, this kind of story involving mistaken identity obviously will always require some amount of suspension of disbelief.

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Several more have already been posted, and I'll gradually add them here if that's alright with everyone.

Please do, otherwise I'll have to look it up on the other sites you mentioned in your intro...

Thanks for sharing your writings.

EDIT - To add to my comment above, as the author has commented as I was writing my comment... 

10 minutes ago, Jako_Tu said:

Thanks for the feedback. When I have time, I'll start working on implementing some sort of Chapter structure.

I have yet to find a tag definition on this site, which is why I chose realistic. My usage of the word realistic derives from a lack of fantastical, magic, scientific mumbo jumbo, etc. related to Alexa. I think it is realistic that Alexa could fit into clothes for a girl her size that is younger than her. However, if other readers don't think its appropriate to utilize that tag, please let me know and I'm happy to change it.

I think it is appropriate.

[Jako_Tu]

21 minutes ago, punkboy27 said:

As Joan's age/size is eventually revealed to be an "oversized 8 year old" (which could have her stand anywhere between 3'6" and 5'0" tall, and certainly closer to the higher end of that bracket since she's described as being "oversized"...), and as I think it is heavily implied that she has special needs (she also is mentioned to barely eat and speak, which for an 8 year old is in line for being on the spectrum), it is not really unrealistic for Alexa to fit into her clothes, in my humble opinion.

The author specifically posted a disclaimer at the beginning of the story, explaining what they meant by "realistic" (even using quotation marks...), so at the risk of offending you, I think it's *very* rude to call the author out on this specifically, and going as far as claiming you were "tricked" into reading their story "under false pretenses".

If anything, the part where Alexa is "obliged by law" to use a booster seat (required by law in many states until a child is either 8 years old or 4'9" in height) is more unrealistic, especially as it is explained to be "because of a law from the 60s", since I grew up in the 80s and seatbelts usage wasn't even mandatory back then, let alone putting small kids in car seats..., but who cares?!

Thanks for your kind words! I will post the next section later today, and  spend some time trying to organize a Chapter structure. 

Your commentary on Joan & Alexa's hormone deficiencies is correct. Alexa doesn't really care about children, or is relatively neutral on most of them, meaning she makes observations but doesn't really think on them or their wider implications. Having a suffocating mother like Diana means some quirks that Alexa (how Alexa would think of them, not the word I'm attempting to use to describe being on the spectrum) is seeing in Joan could be explained away. This will be elaborated on slowly. 

Honestly, I'm glad someone has mentioned my tongue in cheek reference to the booster seat law. You're the first person to say something in well...6 years of me posting that section? It came from me reading Daring Diane's Car Seat, getting interested in when the first car seat law was put in place around the world, and then putting an earlier date in my story as a bit of a pointless easter egg.

Thanks much for your comment.

[Jako_Tu]

Chapter 25

The door opened, and Alexa jumped up in surprise, flooding her diaper as Carol walked in.

"Gotcha your fav's while I was out!" Carol said, giving Alexa a smoothie and some food. Alexa ignored the complete wet warmness around her waist, and conversed with Carol. Two worked out the next mornings plan due to early flights, and settled on times.

Alexa forgot about her diaper and downed the provided things, having missed her lunch; eventually, she realized it was well into the evening, and Carol called her down for dinner. Downing that with her usual speed, Alexa relaxed in the chair, just now noticing the hours old pee. Carol too (magically) seemed to get near to that.

"Have you gone potty at all today?" Carol question.

"Um. Yeah." Alexa replied awkwardly.

"Oh good! You changed yourself with no problem?" Carol asked with a smile.

"Oh, well, um, i just used my diaper." Alexa replied.

"Oh, alright! Still, easy to change?" Carol questioned.

"I didn't change myself. Got wrapped up in work. Sor-sorry." Alexa said, causing Carol's smile to fall to a grimace.

"Alright, let's get you changed then." Carol said, and she got the job down, Alexa changed into one of her big night time diapers with her bunny onesie; Carol seemed frustrated throughout the ordeal, and Alexa apologized once more.

"It's okay Alexa. Just...well, you have two options. Either you start telling me when you need a change, or I'm going to just start checking you every hour on the hour. I don't want to have to do that but I also don't want you skin raw red from a rash. Understand?" Carol questioned, causing a nod from Alexa. A smile came back to her face. "Great. Could you clean the dishes for me and deal with the last bit of clothesline stuff?"

Alexa, seeking to please, nodded, and headed downstairs, finishing the dishes in record time, and charging outside to take down the diapers. Ignoring the thought of anyone seeing her in her onesie, she rushed to take everything down, and came back inside to Carol on the couch. Standing up, Carol felt the diapers and frowned.

"It's been cloudy or something lately, but these aren't dry. Be a dear and hang them back up for another day." Carol said, and Alexa's eye bulged. Still, she followed through, finishing with the task and laying on the couch with Carol. Feeling herself doze off, Alexa was rocked by Carol, who took her upstairs.

The usual (now) nightly ritual ensued. Alexa put her sleeping cap on, took the medicine, and headed to her bedroom; Carol followed behind.

Eager to please, Alexa took the baby mittens with no complaint, but did blush at the baby booties, raising an eyebrow as Carol used the laces to tie her feet together, along with her hands.

"Um...is this necessary?" Questioned Alexa.

"Yes Lex. Don't worry, it's just so you don't sleep on the hardwood floor." Carol said, smiling.

Alexa tried her best to deal with the accommodations, and soon found herself dead asleep.

"Carol." Alexa called out into the darkness of the night. She'd woken up in the middle of the night, laying in her bedroom, trying her best to get back to sleep. Her urge to use the bathroom made that impossible. Another call out to Carol came, and Alexa shut her eyes, clenching with every muscle in her bones.

"Carol!" Alexa shouted, and she heard rustling outside her door, and slowly steps resounded, then her door open. A very sleepily Carol yawned and looked at Alexa.

"What's going on Alexa? We still have a bit before we leave on our flight." She asked.

"Potty. Bad." Alexa said, and Carol nodded, opening up the crib, and helping Alexa down from it. Shuffling forward, Alexa tried her best to reach the bathroom, rushing inside to leave the door open.

Alexa didn't make it. In front of the toilet, she felt herself begin to squat down, and by then, she had already lost to her urges. Carol put on a smile.

"Close! Next time you'll get it Lex." She said encouragingly.

The next bit of time was a flurry of activity as they got ready for the airport; Alexa, fully awake, let the coffee carry her until they reached the airport, with Carol unbuckling her from her car seat, her low-cut blouse getting Alexa's attention. Taking the offered backpack, Alexa slid it on, and began to wander off, until a tug of the leash on it stopped her. Turning her head back to Carol, Alexa raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry, Diane gave me an extra pack." Carol said with a smile. The two checked into their flight, and Alexa sat down, breathing a sigh of relief as she awaited her plane. Carol, wearing her nice blouse and jeans (with the leash tethered to her hip) looked just as relaxed as Alexa, wearing a pair of shortalls, a pink striped shirt, and a semi-obvious diaper.

"Are you two flying international?" A man's voice asked the two.

"Yes." Carol responded.

"You've been selected for random screening....." He said, beginning to explain, in detail, the process they'd have to go through before their flight; both Alex and Carol rolled their eyes, and followed the man to a side room, as he looked through their bags, then brought in two women to pat them down.

"She has something here. Miss, what's your daughter have under these overalls?" One of the guards questioned, hands on Alexa's hips.

"She's wearing a diaper underneath there." Carol replied, her own pat down done. The guards hands removed themselves right away, and the stop was over.

"Apologies for that Miss, we aren't used to undergarments like diapers on the regular; please, accept my apology." The guard said with a genuine apologetic tone.

"Apology accepted. Lex, you okay?" Carol questioned, getting a nod from Alexa.

Both women sat in their planes seats: Alexa captivated by a film, Carol looking over old family photos; both were just happy to have gotten off the ground. Once they were fully into the air, Alexa took over her cute headphones, leaning over to question Carol on the mostly empty plane.

"Why'd we have to do that?" She questioned.

"Just a random check Lex. They really wanted to see your diapers." Carol replied teasingly.

"Not that. The waist and hip photos." Alexa questioned. After Carol accepted his apology, the guard had asked the two women for an extra second, explaining he'd love to get photos showing the difference between those with and without diapers, with Carol accepting for both women. Done in a minute, both women had their photo taken, mostly focused on the crotch area, with the final photo being a shot of Alexa next to Carol.

"Because I wanted to help him." Carol replied, and Alexa stuck her tongue out.

"You just wanted someone to take a photo of your butt." Alexa said, and they both laughed.

Time passed, and Alexa fell asleep, with Carol pausing the cartoons. She looked over at Alexa and smiled.

Alexa was awake. She was asleep. Alexa saw the ocean. Then she saw darkness. Truthfully, Alexa didn't quite know what was going on, except that'd she was on a plane. Moving in and out of sleep, she felt a shake on her shoulder. Then another. Carol whispered something into her ear. A flight attendant asked what she wanted to drink. Chocolate milk. Half asleep, Alexa drank it, and then went back to oblivion.

"Hey Alexa, how's your diaper doing?" Carol asked Alexa, having to repeat the hushed question a few more times until she answered.

"Good." Alexa responded.

"Are you sure?" Carol questioned.

"Actually, I have to go." Alexa replied, causing a smile from Carol. The two got up, and headed to the bathroom, the cramped space barely fitting both women. Alexa turned around for Carol to undo her shortalls, mostly just squeezing her bladder shut. Carol got her clothes off in no time, breaking the diapers tabs and letting Alexa do her business, while she headed back to her seat, quickly pulling out a diaper from her bag.

Heading back to the airplanes bathroom, Carol was stopped by a flight attendant; the woman spoke very strictly.

"Apologies Miss, only one passenger in the plane at a time." Carol flashed the diaper to the woman, who had a brief bit of surprise, then nodded, and allowed Carol through. Alexa sat on the toilet, looking a bit scared, until Carol walked in. The change was awkward and slow, but Carol got the job done, and the two headed back to their seats.

Thankfully, their plane landed in record time, and the two rushed over to their second, and last flight. They went at Carol's speed, as Alexa was texting Devon, and was leashed. Eventually, they reached their departure gate, and awaited their second plane. It'd be close to a hour before it arrived, giving them room to breath now that they were so close.

"Let's use the bathroom once before the flight." Alexa gave a thumbs up, and the two headed to a larger stall. Carol followed Alexa into the stall, and Alexa giggled.

"No privacy, huh?" Alexa said.

"Well, if you'd like to use another bathroom without my help, I'd be more then happy." Carol said, laughing a bit as she tickled Alexa.

Both did their business, and Alexa sighed. She was back on track with using the bathroom, finally. Once she was dressed and back in the airport terminal, Alexa sat on the chair, enough sleep in her to make her able to converse and be lucid. As she was talking with Carol, a couple with fussy children walked by, and disaster occurred. Whoever tripped who, whoever spilled what, by the end of it, both Carol and Alexa were covered in a mixture of spilled smoothies and coffee.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." The man said, turning to his fighting children. "All of you, go with your mother. Please forgive them."

"It's alright. We have changes of clothes. You might want to watch your children a bit more." Carol said with a huff. Rushing to the bathroom, Carol brought Alexa in the stall with her, immediately stripping her down to her diaper and camisole. Even a bit of the coffee had seeped into that, meaning she was reduced to just the diaper.

"Thanks for bringing a change of clothes." Alexa said with a smile.

"No problem, accidents happen. I'm glad I brought some for myself as well." Carol replied. "Arms up!" In no time, Alexa had a new outfit, a pink shirt with a Disney Princess on it, combined with a very short suspender skirt, heart covered tights, and another pair of shoes. The shirt was tight and coarse, the skirt too short, and the tights itchy, tried not to complain. The tights combined with the diaper and its cover made it pretty obvious what she was wearing.

Carol stripped too, sighing when she realized coffee had gotten onto her bra. Taking that off, she quickly changed outfits, swapping the jeans and blouse for a pair of hugging shorts and a tube top. Alexa tried her best not to look at her bare breasts, but failed.

The two headed back out, and Alexa fussed with the diaper, her hand being taken by Carol. "No diaper nonsense." Alexa nodded, and they eventually boarded their flight. Things went peacefully.

Alexa was so captivated by either a conversation with Carol or the shows she watched, that she remarked in surprise when the plane's wheel hit the ground.

"Woah, we already made? God, that was much, much quicker then the flight there." Alexa said happily.

"Yeah. Direct flights are a wonderful thing, aren't they?" Carol responded, and they nodded.

Chapter 26

The two deboarded the plane, jetlagged and tired, but ready to get out of the airport. When Alexa started to head towards the arrival area, Carol questioned her.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"Getting a taxi?" Alexa said with a raised eyebrow.

"Got a rental car Lex. Called thinking ahead." Carol said with an amused tone of voice.

"Shut up." Alexa said, rolling her eyes. Thankfully, they did not lose her or Carol's luggage, meaning all that was left was packing that into the car and going. It was a large sized mom van, and Alexa felt just a bit odd sitting in the front seat, secured by only a buckle. Carol buckled her in. Both talked over how odd it felt for her to be up front, and soon enough, Carol had arrived to her apartment.

It was small. It felt small. After Alexa had been living in the (relative) mansion of Carol's home, coming back to her apartment felt like being in a box. Funnily enough, Carol seemed to enjoy it more then Alexa, walking around and checking every out.

"It's cute. Barebones, but very you. When do the movers come?" Carol questioned.

"Um, day after tomorrow." Alexa said, her stomach grumbling. They headed out for dinner, and Alexa took Carol to a favorite spot of hers; she didn't mind the kids menu, just enjoying having someone with her in the last few days at her current place.

Alexa sat over a piece of paper, a cup of coffee beside her. She hadn't change from her skirt or anything yet. Instead, she was working out everything she still needed to do before she left in three days.

Her car situation - sell it or keep it? Getting a doctor's exam - she needed one to stay overseas longer. Paperwork - she had to go file paperwork for her Passport and the like. What else?

She chewed on the edge of her pen, and Carol came from the shower, looking very refreshed.

"You look focused Lex." Carol said with a smile.

"Just figuring stuff out." Alexa responded, with Carol walking up behind her and reading the paper. Right after, she checked the wet and messy Alexa, who was horrified at having an accident without even realizing it.

She slept soundly after a shower and change.

"I'd sell it. Transporting overseas would be a hassle and a half." Carol said, giving Alexa breakfast from the coffee shop she'd run to that morning.

"Right. But I need to be able to drive." Alexa said, munching on her second bagel.

"Sure. For the moment though, I'll drive ya, and you can buy a car later." Carol said, convincing the woman easily. By the end of the convo Alexa had put it up for sale on the web, at a much, much reduced price then she'd gotten it for. After that came getting paperwork done. Carol was more then happy to take her to get it handled, and Alexa found herself at the government office. Hopefully, nothing bad would occur...

"You're kidding right? I've come to this clinic my entire life. I don't need a pediatrician. I'm an adult." Alexa said with a huff to the front desk clerk. The older woman looked annoyed. Carol stepped in.

"Alexa, what's your doctors name?" She asked, not wanting to have a whole fight in a crowded room of people. Alexa told it to the woman, who's eyes lit up, and soon enough, both women were back in the Doctor's office, Alexa getting to get her physical. Her doctor, a familiar character to Alexa, was a bit surprised at Carol coming into the room, but did not say anything.

After getting her height, weight, and general readings, the doctor asked if Alexa had been having any other problems.

"Nope." Alexa said with a smile.

"Lex. Sorry, but Doctor, she's been having problems with potty training. It's not my place, I know, but since I'm the one changing the diapers...." Carol said with a grimace. Alexa gasped. That had been a secret!

The Doctor sighed, and discussed the medical information of incontinence with Alexa, writing her a script for some medications. "Listen, Miss Johnson, it might seem embarrassing. But this medical condition is no joke. Please, try to focus on regaining control over your bodily functions. Furthermore, I do think it be best if you went to a dentist, and eye doctor before you left. You still need dental and visual records done."

Alexa waited until they were in the car to say anything. "Carol! Why'd you have to say anything?"

"Lex. Come on. He gave you medication and a clean bill of health. I was doing it for your best interests." Carol said, looking Alexa in the face, and convincing her.

Carol sat in the dentists office. Alexa had gone in over a hour ago. More then a hour ago, at that. Where was that girl? Hopefully not up to one of her usual misadventures...

Finally, Alexa stumbled out from the office, looking quite horrified. She didn't say a word to Carol until they got into the car.

"Carol. They said I needed braces." Alexa said with horror.

"Oh, that's not all that bad Lex, I had braces." Carol said, showing off her teeth to Alexa. Alexa shook her head, and smiled back at Carol. Her teeth now were emblazoned with a rainbow assortment of braces, looking quite childish. Carol was surprised.

"The-they put them on?" Carol asked?

"Yes!" Alexa said with a pout. They felt odd in her mouth, and she ran her tongue over them, not wanting to talk about it. Still, Carol deserved an explanation. "They said since I was going overseas, I had to get it done here, and that they could do it."

"Awh, Alexa, they look cute. It's fine hun...."

"How bad is my vision!?!?!" Alexa said with shock.

"Miss Johnson, it's a common occurrence, especially with your vision. You most likely haven't noticed, especially with your contacts in, because it has been easy to get used to." The doctor said.

"I....alright." Alexa. Her tongue ran over the braces. "Can i purchase some contacts?"

"Certainly. 2-3 weeks for arrival. For now, your insurance covers two pairs of glasses, which we can actually make on the spot." The doctor said.

Alexa tried her best to choose the least nerdy version, but ended up with two sets of what still felt like coke bottle glasses; they weren't, but still...

Carol didn't comment on the glasses.

"Pleasure doing business with you." Alexa said, shaking the man's hand, happy to have everything done with her.

"Same with you." The man said, taking the keys, and driving off.

"Whew. Glad that's done." Alexa said with a sigh, going to get lunch with Carol afterwards. Two things done. Now to go settle her documents.

"So, anything else I need?" Alexa asked the every helpful government bureaucrat. He smiled.

"Just a picture of your cute face." The middle-aged gentlemen said. "Mom, could you help her with the photo, kids usually are squirmy."

"I'm....she's not my....!" Alexa said with a shout as carol walked up to the counter, explaining that Alexa was, in fact, an adult. The man checked her birthdate, sheepishly apologized, and herded Alexa to the seat. In her V-neck jumper, with a white blouse underneath it, Alexa felt quite mature; her bladder didn't help. The man had some difficulties with the camera, and had to take several photos. Don't use the bathroom, don't use the bathroom, don't use the bathroom.

Alexa, unluckier then most, smiled with her rainbow braces, squeezed her eyes shut, and filled the diaper to its limit as the picture was taken. The man said nothing, presenting the photo to her, but Alexa was well aware how her eyes squeezed shut, her cheeks exhaling in effort, and the slight bite all looked. Once again, she'd been photographed making a mess.

Carol knew the face, and Alexa did not protest as she was changed in the parking lot, looking at her phone. For once, Carol found it easy enough to think of Alexa as little more then a child, even if she wasn't.

"Right. Three shipments under your name Miss Johnson. Your clothes, furniture, and miscellaneous things." The foreman said.

Alexa nodded. By miscellaneous things, he was talking about boxes that hid some diapers and other junk. Alexa was happy moving had been so smooth. They left her apartment, and Alexa was done. She'd ended her lease, gotten all the paperwork, and her flight left early in the morning. Wonderful! The past two days had been hectic, so it was amazing to have everything done and wrapped up with.

She slept well with Carol that night.

Chapter 27

Carol felt her phone buzz, and then buzz again, and ring once more. Awaking from her slumber, she let go of Alexa, whom she had been cuddling much like a teddy bear. It wasn't her alarms, that was for sure - a check of the clock rectified that idea. Very early morning. In another timezone though....

"Carebear!" It was her husband. Paul's voice soothed Carol's cranky vibe, and she left the room, keeping Alexa's thumb in her mouth. Beginning to talk with her husband, she nearly screamed when he dropped the good news on her: he'd gotten two weeks off at his tropical location, and he'd bought her plane tickets, so she might travel that very day! Carol, trying not to ruin the plans, told him she had to travel back with Alexa, but he laughed.

"Carol. I'm sure you'll do fine without your babysitter for a few days. Give the girl a break. I know as well as anyone that taking care of you is a full time job." He said with a husky laugh.

Carol giggled at the reply. "I'd shove you if I were there, I hope you know."

"Mhm." Paul said. Carol slipped back into bed, trying not to jump up and down the otherwise empty apartment at the great news. His voice changed tones. Gone was the happy, excited Paul; replaced with a deep voiced, clearly turned on man. "What are you wearing?"

Carol looked down at her lingerie set. She'd put it on for....who knows what reason. To feel sexy. A cute set covered by an adorable red nightie. She shared that fact with him, and he clearly enjoyed it, as she flirted with him more and more. Forgetting Alexa existed, Carol felt her hand snake down her nightie, and begin to....

Alexa heard voices directly next to her. It was Carol. Moaning? Turning to her side, Alexa cracked open one eye, witnessing Carol doing something. Carol didn't seem to have a care in the world, and Alexa wasn't going to interrupt her, meaning she got to play host to directly seeing Carol have phone sex. In her wet, messy, and hot diaper, Alexa felt the furthest thing from sexual.

Neither woman mentioned the scene from the day before. Carol seemed excited, and when she broke the news to Alexa, she forget it even happened.

"Bu-but...how will I get back home?" Alexa said.

"No worries! I messaged Diane! She's going to do some housesitting for me while I'm gone." Carol replied, busily typing on her phone, changing flights, everything.

"Uhm, I can housesit." Alexa said. This sounded like babysitting. "I don't need some babysitter."

Carol laughed, and tickled Alexa's sides, covered in a sunflower dress with a big sun on it, and her usual white tights and Mary Janes. "Not a babysitter. Just your driver to work and the like. I can tell her to not come if you want...."

Alexa protested, and in the end, she allowed it.

Ultimately, the solo flight without Carol wasn't that hard, besides for the side comments a few of the stewardesses had made. They treated her well once she showed her passport and ID, and soon enough, Alexa was drunker then a skunk, letting her leash trail behind her as she stumbled and giggled her way through the airport. Diane, alone, spotted the girl, shaking her head.

"Alexa!" She said, approaching. Alexa, not hearing her, continued stumbling around, until Diane forcefully grabbed her leash and stopped her. Jumping in place, Alexa stopped, turned, and realized it was Diane.

"Diane! I'm uhm,.....twas an empty flight. A bit tipsy. Sowwy. " Alexa said with a bit of shame.

"It's fine, it's fine." Diane replied with a laugh, escorting Alexa from the airport to her car. Unusually, it was empty, but Alexa was still helped into her spot in the far back, where her car seat was. As she got in, her dress flicked in the wind, and Diane realized she had a very wet Alexa on her hands.

"Alexa. Did you wet your diaper?" Diane asked as she shove, the two talking work, families, shows, etc.

"Uhm. A bit." Alexa bit her lip as her face grew red. Diane pulled into a parking lot, and very swiftly, Alexa was in the trunk, being changed, the only thing blocking her from the world being Diane's form.

"I heard you have a rash problem, and I'm not one to play around, so..." Diane said, lathering Alexa in cream and baby powder, and before she knew it, she was changed by Diane. It was a forceful, quicker change then the one's Carol did, and Alexa wondered what that change meant as they drove back to Carol's....

Alexa giggled at Diana's joke. Even way back into the car, she felt the force of Diana's personality, but the woman clearly felt indebted to Alexa. When they were driving for a bit, Alexa realized they weren't exactly heading straight home, which meant Alexa had to ask. Diana responded with ease.

"Well, since I'm house sitting, Carol said it'd be alright if I brought some of the kids down. James needs a break from fatherhood for a bit, so I figured this was the perfect chance." Alexa took in what she had just said and Diana replied before she could make much complaints. "Don't worry, they won't be any trouble, and you'll be my primary focus down here. Just going back to grab 'em."

"O-oh, got it." Alexa replied. The two continued their conversations without much interruption, reaching Diana's house quickly enough. As the kids got loaded into the car, Diana introduced Alexa to her husband, James, who gave her a bear hug which literally could've killed her if not for Diana's intervention.

"My goodness, you're the girl who saved a Sauer's life. Thanks so much." James said after the bear hug was dropped. Diana and her husband talked a bit, and then Alexa left with Diana.

"Can I sit in the front?" Alexa asked. Her toothy grin with the braces and glasses made Diana's heart melt.

"Sorry Alexa. I have to put some stuff that couldn't fit in the boot in there. Besides, your carseat is already back there!" Diana said with a smile, herding Alexa in like she was the last child remaining for the trip; Alexa's dress flicked once more, but Diana made no comment. Joan slipped the headphones on Alexa like she was incapable, and soon enough, Alexa was enraptured by the cartoons, allowing Diana to talk to Carol on the phone.

They stopped a hour into the trip, thankfully for Alexa. Pulling into a confectionary shop, Diana dealt with the task of caroling 5 children to select their treat for good behavior, along with Alexa needing the bathroom. Alexa rushed into the bathroom, locking the single family bathroom; unfortunately for her, the back of her sundress had caught on the door. Unlocking the door, Alexa worked the material gently out the jagged edges of the lock. By the time she'd got the material out, Diana had sat all her children down, and noticed Alexa struggling with the door open.

"What's wrong?" Diana asked.

"Oh, nothing, just my dress caught." Alexa said with a smile. For the first time in awhile, she was able to use the bathroom, making quick work of it; Diana changed her in a flurry of action.

"Right. Order what you want. My treat Alexa." Diana said as she eyed her 5 rowdy children. Alexa picked out a few donuts, and scarfed them down afterwards. Diana approached later with a silly little party hat, plopping it onto Alexa's head. "To celebrate you back in town!"

Alexa was knocked out after that, sleeping as the headphones played cartoons into her ears; Diana woke her up last of all the kids, letting her enjoy the beauty sleep. Besides, putting the kids to bed was a trip in and of itself, one Alexa might've heard if she was in the house. Working a pliable Alexa into her crib, Diana changed her into the large sleep diapers, put on the onesie, and locked it. Carol had been pretty specific with her directions......

Alexa's morning with Diane was certainly different than a morning with Carol, but then again, Diane wasnt necessarily bad at being a caretaker, so Alexa didn't stop any of what she'd done. Her night in the crib was completely peaceful, and unknown to her, she was the first to be woken up by Diane, so she had the pleasure of dealing with her in 'nice' mode.

Diane Sauer was a woman of many routines, and today, her routine was broken. Usually she'd wake up Joan first, after a cup of coffee or some tea, then rouse the rest of her kids. But Alexa had work early today, so Alexa was woken up first, with all the difficulties that came with that task. She might not have rolled out of her crib in the middle of the night, but Alexa was a veritable zombie, meaning Diane could pull her along with ease, her grumbling only really starting as the onesie came off, exposing her messy diaper.

"U-uh....." Alexa groaned out as she was stripped down, once again waking up once the warmth of the shower began.

After that, Diane got ready with the rest of her children, ignoring that she considered Alexa one of the kids. She only checked on Alexa to check her state of dress - a smart skirt with some black tights, a sweater with some cats on it, and two buns for her hair. A cute, if somewhat adult, look; deputizing her oldest to watch everyone while she briefly took Alexa to work, Diane realized the problem with the arrangement - she felt a bit uncomfortable leaving all 5 children gone for so long! Alexa downed the large breakfast from Diane, rushed out to the car, and put herself in the carseat, not arguing as she had a work call.

She was sure there was a solution to that, however, and Alexa, tottering off to work in her somewhat obvious diapered state, was none the wiser.

Chapter 28

Alexa was nearly overwhelmed with work today in the office - she looked forward to fully remote days. Today sadly wasn't one of them. It just didnt really seem to stop, all things considered. At her precious lunch break, she was happy that Diane had stopped by, giving her a hearty lunch, a check of her diaper (discreetly), which Alexa had thoroughly soaked. As Alexa worked, she received a call from her old boss, Mr. Yawena, asking if she'd chosen a spot to study for her new Master's Degree. As if she didn't have more to do....

So she asked Diane, in the afternoon, about some ideas. Braces sparkling and thick coke glasses glimmering, Alexa explained the situation to the college educated mother, who answered her thoughts.

Alexa had much to contemplate that drive back, not paying any mind to the cartoons, and hiding in her home office to research schools, while Diane did research of her own, eventually stumbling across a veritable goldmine of solutions to driving Alexa up in the morning... Carol eventually responded to Alexa's message about schools, urging her to check out a nearby University, labelled National Business University - One of the most prestigious schools in the country!

Chapter 29

Alexa decided to use her lunch break the next to call the University, who were more than happy to hear her out, expressing interest in whatever program her company offered. As if she hit the jackpot, Alexa promised to come over that afternoon, to get registered and in the system, which would make her application process a million times easier. She informed Mr. Yawena about her choice, who promised to get his side of the paperwork done. Diane, who had changed and dressed a sleepy Alexa that very morning, was more than happy to take Alexa to the university - once she got the task she needed done, which was a confusing one to Alexa.

"So, uh, sorry what's this place?" Alexa asked as they walked less than a block from her office to a warm looking brick building.

"Well, it just was hard for me to really get you to work on the time schedule you needed, so this is a good solution! I know it says daycare, but i talked to the owner, she's a friend of Carol's actually. They'll let you relax in the morning's and then walk over once your office opens up!" Diane said as she pulled Alexa in by the hand to the building.

Alexa shivered as she looked around, her sundress, white tights and Mary Jane's making her feel...too at place here - Young Tyke's Daycare. Alexa gulped, and turned to Diane, who didn't give her the time to respond, rather pulling her once more past the front desk and into a side room, where an old woman sat, with glasses thicker than even Alexa's. She smiled.

"And this is your charge, Lexi?" The old woman, named Miss Miria questioned.

It took 15 minutes for Diane to fully explain that no, Alexa was not a child, and that Diane was solely dropping her off to have a place to stay before going to work. The woman didn't seem confused until Diane asked about getting an adult pass printed. Then she had to explain again. Then again....until another daycare worker came and defused the bubbling anger from Diane, explained Alexa would be inprocessed as a worker the next morning, and to drop her off early. With that, everything was settled, and Alexa got in her carseat, distracted by cartoons, until arriving at her potential new University.

She hoped everything would go well.

NBU, as National Business University ensured you called them, was not exactly what you would expect from a school some called a degreemill. For most people, it was an online school, but for those in the area Alexa lived in, it was a primary, secondary and even graduate school. The founder, as if a prophet, was plastered around the entire school, an elderly and stern looking woman who looked more comfortable in the 19th vs the 21st century. Alexa shivered as she felt the eyes follow her around the entire complex. Diane's tight grip helped ease her tension.

A male assistant escorted them back to the enrollment office, chatting more with Diane and less with Alexa, as they had a sports team in common. Alexa, ever the obsessed thinker, had work on her mind. They reached a room full of dark wooden furniture, and the assistant let them in. A friendly looking blonde woman, just skirting the line of appropriate work dress, let them in.

"You're here for our Master's program, right? Let me get you in the system...." She said, smiling just a bit too wide. Alexa could tell she was new, but it was a relatively painless interaction. Her work had already emailed the documents over, and she found herself with a few documents needing signature. Other than that, it was a short, easy thing. The meeting was more about giving Alexa swag like a backpack and lanyard for National Business Academy (University, they said, was just the graduate branch name).

They promised she'd get a call to register for the upcoming semester soon. The blonde girl (and her chest which, if Alexa was a different woman would have made her jealous) waved her goodbye and promised to show her around campus next time she was there.

Chapter 30

Diane was a woman of routine. She had that thought in her mind once again this evening. Alexa was, much like the rest of her kids, not one of routine. Stuck up in her room, working on god-knows what, she seemingly hadn't heard Diane shouting that dinner was ready or one of her many phonecalls. Monday night pasta nights was a family tradition, as was eating early in the evening (good for your digestion, Diane was sure to tell her kids). So Diane jumped into action, going up to Alexa's room, with her office having been condensed due to the presence of 5 children in the house and opening the door. Alexa was deep in focus.

"O-oh, my fault! Work, you know." Alexa said with a smile. Diane scowled a bit.

"Dinner is at 530." Diane then realized Alexa was in-fact an adult woman, and stopped herself. "Sorry, I just didn't want you to be hungry."

Dinner was delicious. Alexa had her seconds and thirds, much to Diane's urging, who smiled as the girl seemed to eat healthy for once. Once dinner was done, and the kids finished washing the dishes, Diane did some tidying up around the house before getting a text from Carol.

Have you checked Alexa?

That had totally slipped the matronly mothers mind. Dangit. She was, she guessed, a bit out of the game. Alexa was once again deep in focus, still in her work attire, and only disturbed once her tights were being pulled back by Diane. Soaked.

"Alexa. You need to make sure you're actually trying at this whole "using the potty thing", come on girl." Diane said, picking the petite woman up by her armpits. The crib made an alright changing station, and Diane, for once, didn't feel weirded out by changing the young girl in front of her. Easier to do if you don't consider her a fully grown woman, she supposed. Without missing a beat, a new, thicker nighttime diaper (at 6 pm!) was strapped onto the woman, and Alexa found her in the cute bunny onesie that she had been 'gifted' by Joan many moons ago.

It was so cozy, she just couldn't complain. Diane helped her up.

"Go hang up your diapers to your dry, I washed some of them already." Diane said, with Alexa nodding. At this point, she was slowly losing both her will to oppose Diane's stronger urging, and any annoyance about her diapers. Hanging them seemed minor...somewhat.

Alexa came back inside, and much like a moth to a flame, slowly got sucked into cartoons Joan was watching (oddly enough, Joan was in shorts and a t-shirt!). In no time, she was the first of the six asleep, with Diane taking her upstairs so as to not disturb the rest of the children. She seemed to still be a bit jetlagged. Diane got another text.

Hey there, this Young Tyke's Daycare for Alexa Johnson, sponsored by Diane Sauers. We just wanted to let you know that you are within range for our complimentary (YES, FREE!!), pickup service for your [error, variable AGE out of bounds......] youngster!!!! Please opt into this service by replying YES, or opt-out by replying NO. We will pick your [error, variable AGE out of bounds......] child up at 5:07 AM, as she is the first the route of our Tyke-mobile.

It was the easiest YES that Diane had ever sent.

Alexa woke up absolutely confused. It took her a second to realize where she was, what time it was, who she was. Waking up in the middle of the night was not something usual for the young woman, at least not as clear headed as she was. Alexa, however, had one thought coursing through her mind - she was horny as heck! It had been days since she'd last played with herself, and in the night, hidden as she was in the crib, it felt like the perfect time. Getting the mittens off wasn't an easy task (nor was locating her phone), nor was sneaking out of the crib, but she made it happen.

She was ready to lookup some online material, excited in fact. A few hours lay between her playtime and when Diana would come in to help the girl get ready. That she presumed Diana would be waking her up and getting her ready like a child didn't even cross her mind.

The bunny onesie was easy to slip down, with the diaper and diaper cover not being so pliable. Alexa shimmed her hand down her puffy pampers and began teasing her pussy, using her free hand to search up her porn of choice. She had her headphones, which allowed her to listen to the sounds of a beautiful looking woman being drilled by a just as sexy man. A slight blush tinted her cheeks at the idea of what Diana might think of her if she could see the woman now.

Until the door open, and Diana quite literally caused Alexa with her hands in her pants. Instead of shutting the door or yelling, Diana's eyes went wide, with the woman slipping in the room. She looked none too pleased.

"What in the world are you doing!" Diana said in the harshest whisper she might muster.

Alexa, taken aback, and having been about 10 seconds away from cumming, whispered back a bit louder. "Uhm...Nothing...?"

Diana sighed. Alexa, on her back, hands down her pants, cat headphones on, diaper and diaper cover out, encased in a bunny onesie, felt like a daughter to her at this. Not a teenage daughter, more like an infant daughter, but a daughter none the less. It was time for a birds and the bees conversation.

"Sweetie, I'm not angry, playing with yourself is a normal thing. We all get...." Alexa huffed and was a bit too loud in her response.

"I know about the birds and the bees Diana!"

Diana was annoyed. Here she was, being a bit nice to her charge who was playing with herself a room over from her children, and the girl had the nerve to mouth off to her! The gall.

"Well don't play with yourself when my kids are around, alright? It's..." Diana seemed to choose her words carefully. "Not becoming of a young lady like yourself."

"I'm pretty quiet though..." Alexa muttered.

"That isn't the point!" Diana whispered meanly back. "Just when we aren't in the house, or I don't need you to do something, you can do that. I just don't want my kids to...you know, see it." She said.

Alexa relented. Diana surged forward. "Besides, that stuff rots your brain. Better to find a cute boy!" Diana said squeezing Alexa's cheek.

Diana explained the mornings events and Alexa seemed practically fuming. If only one thing consoled her - the state of her unused diaper. It was a big win!

"Great job on your diaper. Do you mind quickly grabbing clothes off the clothesline, they likely dried overnight and I know you prefer for the neighbors not to see them." Diana said, accompanying the girl downstairs as they silently moved through the house. "And I just need you to put some other things on the clothesline as well. Just some of the kids stuff."

That's how Alexa found herself at the crack of dawn in her bunny onesie taking down her own diapers, while putting up the kids much more...mature clothes. Panties and boxers and everything in between. It was a bit embarrassing, all things considered, but at least no one was really out. Perhaps what made it most mortifying was that as she waddled her way around the clothesline, she quickly felt, and released, right into her diaper. It really was second nature at this point, as bad it sounds, and Alexa found herself thankful that little light covered the backyard. Coming up from her squat, she waddled her way to complete the job. How she had held it during the night but not during the day was a mystery to her. Besides, her mind was still abuzz with a specific...need.

Diana, sipping her morning coffee and making Alexa some food, could recognize from a mile away what the squat and determined face that Alexa had just done meant. Sigh, one step forward, three steps back. At least Diana had finished laying out her outfit for the day, that was a plus.

Alexa was on her back (not that way, though the thought crossed her airy mind), being changed into one of the diapers she'd just taken off the clothesline in a few seconds. First was her cloth diaper, next was her pink diaper cover, then the yellow and black stripe loose shirt, then the "adult" (she ignored the inner writing of Joan) shortall on the clothes, then a pink boy in her long curly hair. Joan even had "donated" her strawberry lunch and orange thermos to Alexa, whom was confused what the whole rush was about. A quick teeth brush later, and Alexa found herself sat in the kitchen, scarfing down the vast portions of food in front of her. Hearty once again, a big bowl of oatmeal with a big heaping serving of peanut butter and a big glass of milk, plus some eggs and ham. It was too much for Alexa, but then again, Diana could cook pretty well. She was stuffed.

"What's the big rush?" Alexa said, finally not thinking with her loins and realizing it was maybe a hour or two early for her to be up. She asked it as Diana helped her with her National University Backpack and patted her on the bum.

"The bus will be picking you up sweetie!" Diana said as she shoo'd Alexa forward. Alexa, confused but glad to have her laptop, looked outside at a small, nice looking van which had pulled into the driveway, emblazoned with LITTLE TYKES DAYCARE PICKUP on the side. A young man, probably a bit older than Alexa, sat in the drivers seat and waved.

"Alexa Johnson?" He asked, pointing to the carseat. "Sorry, due to your height and all, and being the first uhmmm..." He almost said kid. "...pickup, we had to put you in the wayyyyy back."

Alexa huffed and allowed herself to deal with the treatment. If it was any consolation, she had her phone and headphones, which basically let her tune out the influx of kids and the waves of parents. She was annoyed, but work allowed her to escape the annoyance. Alexa got out of the van, phone in hand, without any assistance....and promptly fell flat on her face onto a curb, jaw first, forehead second. The young man rushed over as Alexa collected herself, feeling a sting on her forehead and a dull pain on her two front teeth. She was stewarded into the "daycare" and the same side room she'd been in before, thankfully without the old woman there to mistake her for a child.

"Here you go..." One of the workers said, wiping the blood on her forehead while putting a mirror in front of her face to show the fact that she'd....CHIPPED HER TWO FRONT TEETH? The workers, all of whom around her age, tried their best not to sound condescending as they reassured Alexa over and over again. A quick placement of a cute princess band-aid later, and some ice for her sore head, and Alexa felt fine.

Besides for the obvious wetness in her diaper, losing a bit of her two front teeth, and the fact that she had to take a photo for the daycare. Giving a big cheesy grin out of habit, she soon got her ID and lanyard for the daycare, none of which anywhere referenced adult. Working as kids ran around and daycare workers chased wasn't the best environment, but it helped Alexa to distract herself.

One of the workers came up, about 30 minutes before Alexa was due to walk over to work, and she found a carton of milk and some dates put in front of her "Some food, if you'd like. Your m-....friend had marked you might need breakfast." Alexa, tummy still fully from the hearty meal from earlier, still munched on what was in front of her, as was her nature.

Thankful for her, the churn and pain in her was a lot less than the dull pain in her jaw, meaning she didn't even feel it coming. Leaving the daycare, she headed to work, happy that that part of the morning was over. Over with a bit less teeth and a bruised ego, but over none the less.

Waddling out in a wet diaper, braces, coke bottle glasses, and a National Business Academy on her backpack (not to mention her attire or cute sneakers), you wouldn't have been off to say Alexa barely looked 12. She'd tell you the same. Still, her mind wandered and she cared less about that, and more about the days meetings. It was going to be a long, long day for her.

Alexa was eager for the day to be done with the day. Pulling the kiddy band-aid off her forehead only emphasized that feeling. Tomorrow and Friday were, after all, days to work from home and enjoy the relative ease that came with teleworking. Less worry about anyone noticing her diapers, that was for sure. Even more than that, Alexa was just tired of the role she found herself in: once you show you're a good worker once, it turns out, people swarm you with requests for assistance! Especially as the coordinator between two companies. A good struggle for Alexa to be in, she supposed, but still. A text broke her from that mindset - it was Diana!

Hey Alexa, did you use the bathroom yet? Remember to. - Automated message

Another one shortly followed: Set a thing up on my phone, every 60 minutes when you're at work it'll message you to make sure you go use the potty. 

Huh, unusually nice for Diana, Alexa said. She hadn't used the bathroom actually, and the lack of (new) wetness or a mass in her pants told her she was actually good this time. Awesome. Getting up from her desk, she walked towards the bathroom, eager to go use it as she felt a mass in gut. Until she saw him.

Mr Yawena, her boss. He was here, and he was walking towards her! Wait a minute, what!?! This was a remote position.

"Ms Johnson, I figured I'd drop by to check up on you. I am following that you have a meeting with both companies executives in 10?" He said? He was a bit more intimidating in person, standing a solid foot above Alexa, but she dealt with it well.

She nodded. He walked her to the conference room she was supposed to be working in.

"Uhm, I just need to qui-..." Alexa began to say before losing her voice out.

"Mind connecting your phone? I emailed you the market research documentation. You had some useful comments on that, I..." Mr Yawena stated as he pointed at the projector. With that, Alexa sighed and talked to him about those comments, forgetting all about the bathroom. Soon enough, all the executives were gathered into a room. Alexa felt just a bit about of place in the room of suits and ties while clad in a "adult" shortalls, but she made it work. Everyone got down to work, with a few comments made about Mr Yawena's attendance. He laughed with them. Near the meetings end, all the color drained from Alexa's face as she saw a notification pop up on the screen - it was Diana!

NEW MESSAGE from DIANA! Hey Alexa, did you....(continues)

Alexa was literally saved by the message being too long. In a rush, she disconnected her phone from the projector, while an executive laughed.

"Oh, those damn things, always showing the worst message!" He said, causing the whole boardroom to laugh a bit. "Can't be worse than Jenkins getting a naughty photo from his woman yesterday!" It helped end the meeting, and assuaged Alexa's concern. By now Alexa's need for the bathroom was critical, and she found herself squirming. Mr Yawena stayed behind, till it was just those two in the room.

"Ms Johnson..." He trailed off. "Great work! Now, some more..." He shut the glass door. "...personal things to discuss with you." He looked uncomfortable.

"I have a true reason for my visit. There have been some..." He let the air build up in the room as Alexa stared at him. Oh no. Had someone caught onto her needing diapers? Had someone complained about her. Had someone.... She bit her lip and messed her diaper. "...worries among our remote workers that we might make you come into the office full time. Especially since you have just moved, I imagine you've heard it and are concerned. I come here to say not to worry! We know you all have been making success after success, especially you. For that, the company is grateful. No changes are coming."

Alexa let loose a sigh of relief. "No changes are coming, that's a relief sir." Even stewing in her own waste, she was comfortable now. Mr Yawena stood up.

"I imagine you wonder why I came all the way to deliever that message? Well, I think it's always good to check up on your people!" He said with the first smile Alexa had ever seen on his chiseled face. "Also, Ms Johnson, not sure if you know, but you qualify for a business expense account for clothing. Your current attire isn't....lacking. But sometimes a suit and tie just can't be beat, can they?" He said, before giving her a curt wave and joining the crowd of executives whom seemed to recognize him.

Chapter 31

Alexa sighed once more. Sitting on a cushioned chair in her own waste, she was glad the man hadn't made her say his favorite little phrase - I will act like the adult I deserve to be treated like. With lunch time soon coming, Alexa checked out of the room, and went to her phone, texting Diana.

I almost made it...Got pulled into a meeting. I need a change....

Alexa frantically looked through her backpack. Nothing. Shit. She couldn't sit for the next few hours in this thing. Maybe she could nip to the store.

Diana, meanwhile, smirked to herself. Good thing she had put extra diapers in Alexa's backpack! Another point to the "prepared mom" column. Until she heard Joan's voice.

"Hey mom, why are there diapers on the ground? Does Miss Carol have a kid?" Joan asked, holding what was her former brand.

Diana scowled to herself now. She had forgot to pack those in the girls backpack. Dangit. Her fault. Watching Alexa was actually worse than being a mom on some level. She didn't control the girl's schedule, but she cared enough about her to make sure she was okay. Alexa clearly had functioned before Carol and Diana, but she seemingly didn't have the forethought to pack an extra change...or go to the bathroom before she needed it. Sigh.

"No Joan. Let's all...get ready, we're going to get lunch!" Diana announced to her kids.

On my way to change you, have kids, be downstairs when I show up pls.

Alexa smiled at Diana's response. Nice! Less work for her. She opened and began to eat the nice lunch Diana had packed while reviewing some paperwork. The thermos had a nice tea in it. In what didn't feel that long, Diana was there with her mom-van, all of the kids munching on some food (to Alexa's benefit).

"Hop up in the boot." Diana said, pointing at the trunk.

"Uhm, you can't mean..." Alexa said, noticing the changing mat and supplies laid out there. Sure, Carol might have done it, but....

"Yes I do Alexa, since you decided not to use the bathroom." Diana said non-plussed. Alexa was small enough that lifting her by the armpits was only somewhat a struggle for Diana, who encountered no resistance. If it was any consolation, no one approached them in the little hidden nook of the parking lot that they were in.

"Are you..." Diana considered her words. "...done, or can you use the bathroom more? This looks like you peed yourself hours ago. Should I start telling your daycare to change you?"

Alexa, apparently very well aware of Diana's question, felt a blush rise in her cheeks. She was horrified by this, hearing cars driving by, and being changed by Diana like this. With Carol, she was a bit nicer, soothing her fears, but Diana was so direct and no-bull. Alexa stuttered out a response which was more like babbling, all while squirming away from Diana and kicking her feet a bit.

"My goodness." Diana said with a sigh of exhaustion. Alexa was an annoying charge sometimes! Kids who were squirmy during changing, at least in Diana's recent experience, could get fixed with one thing. Sadly, it wasn't spanking anymore. Diana shoved one of the spare iPads she had in the back into Alexa's hands to scroll, as if that would improve the situation. As a mother, Diana had never tried to make her kids dependent on an iPad to stop babbling about, but it did start to work wonders. When Alexa started to have some backtalk, Diana shoved one of the pacifiers rolling around in the back right into her open mouth. "Now you can't see the outside world. You're making a scene. Use the bathroom so you don't need another change right after this one."

Alexa bit down on the cold plastic, some games already cued up on the iPad, feeling her willpower drain as colors bounced around the screen. Right, she could just listen and have more lunch time....

Diana felt Alexa give up her struggling, and instead, suck on the pacifier, watch her cartoons, and "finish" messing her diaper. She was glad to have found something that would make the girl less difficult, that was for sure. Her mood was already being tested, especially since Alexa was a full blown adult, meaning she didnt have any benefit of the doubt, it was fine. Diana owed her from saving her kids.

With Alexa done using her "potty", she felt the change finish up rather quickly. In a white diaper rather than her usual cloth, she felt a bit crinkly, all things considered. Diana shot her a sympathetic look. "Sorry, Joan has packs left over. She finished potty training ahead of her peers." The mother said it with a self-serving smile. Alexa got the feeling that Diana was the mom that took pride in her kids every accomplishment as if it were her own.

Fully dressed now, Alexa sat on the boot of the car as Diana gave her a half-milkshake, half-coffee to sip on. It was bigger than her head. "Wasn't sure what you liked." Diana said with a smile.

Alexa grinned back. "I appreciate the thought, it's good! I..."

"Ms Johnson, nice to see you taking a break from work for lunch! Are you one of her friends?" Mr Yawena said, seemingly walking to his rental car.

The color drained from Alexa's face.

"Friend, yes!" Diana said, scribbling on a diaper out of Mr Yawena's view but scarily close to Alexa's. Seeming to sense the woman's dread, she covered it by sitting on the thing next to Alexa.

"Well, if her workmanship is anything to go by, I'm sure that she is a delightful acquittance. Ms Johnson, do take me up on the company clothes expense account, if we don't use our benefits, we lose them after all. An emergency popped up in our Eastern office, so I am off." Mr Yawena said, opening his door.

Alexa gasped. "Anything I might help with?"

Mr Yawena smiled. "It's rare for someone to jump into the fray when someone complains about work. Yes, I can send some things to you to ease the burden. Do be safe - and always remember what I told you when you started here!" Alexa groaned, of course.

Alexa said it robotically, much to Mr Yawena's bemusement. "I will act like the adult I deserve to be treated like."

Chapter 32

With that, he was off, and Alexa was back to playing with the iPad in front of her, while Diana enjoyed the cool fall breeze. She was happy Alexa seemingly had a good relationship with her boss, but eventually she had to turn the iPad off for the girl.

"Hey!" Alexa called out.

"You had work Alexa." Diana said. She handed her her backpack, this time filled with diapers. "I put some of your diapers in there. They are numbered. Send me pictures to prove you're either changing your diaper or using the bathroom." Diana seemed to peer at the woman for a second.

Diana was very upfront about this. Alexa was blushing. Carol was nice to her about the diapers and how she was okay if she used them, but Diana was just simply so direct and blunt, it made her blush! Still, Alexa was powerless to argue, nodding.

"Alexa, it's normal to yes or no ma'am when an adult says something." Diana said with a sigh.

"Y-yes ma'am!" Alexa said, eager to leave.

"Let's also use that company credit to get you some suits! I dislike shopping, but buying something professional is always fun." Diana said. She peered again at the smiling Alexa again and then grabbed her jaw as softly as a concerned mother might.

"What in the world happened to your teeth? And you look like you were scratched up at daycare this morning." Diana said with genuine concern.

"I uhm...felloutofthecarthismorningandchippedthem." Alexa said, shoving all the words together and checking her backpack once more, as if she was going to bolt from Diana in embarrassment. "Andpeedmyself."

Diana rubbed her temple. "Alexa, Alexa. At least I noticed those early. We'll take you to a dentist sometime this week to get it fixed. Alright?"

The rest of Alexa's day, surprisingly enough, was shockingly normal. No crazy meetings, no peeing herself, no...nothing! In fact, Diana's texting scheme seemed to work, as Alexa was reminded to use the bathroom every so often. She didn't not use the diaper, far from it, but she was a lot better! Even better, her check-in at school went swell. Little Tykes picked her up and dropped her off at the front entrance, allowing her to check-in to her first evening classes. They were fun, at least they seemed fun, since it was all introductions and hellos. Some cute boys too.

The rest of Diana's day was normal too. It was sort of fun, all things considered, to check-up on Alexa. It was sort of a challenge for a woman who had raised so many children, and helped in the raising of her own (being an older sister will do that!). Here you had a fully grown woman...mentally, at least, Diana said meanly to herself, but she was struggling with the basics! So Diana could help her grow with a nice, rigid schedule.

Diana picked up Alexa with a smile.

Chapter 33

Alexa, who so often was used to just getting home, working or lazing on the couch, was a bit unprepared for Diana's rather...direct orders. "Can you go upstairs, change, and start helping me with dinner?" The question felt more like a statement.

Some pajamas awaited Alexa, who hopped right into them. Helping Diana with dinner felt pretty therapeutic, especially since every so often she could look up and see whatever show Joan was watching. Once they were done prepping everything, Diana pulled back Alexa's waistband and sighed.

Alexa was put in the diaper with a big fat ONE on its center. All Diana had to say was simply the following. "You might lose the pants if you have another accident like that."

Alexa tried not to think on it as she had enough nice and healthy meal with the rambunctious bunch that were Diana's children. They all didn't quite know how to take Alexa, so they usually left her alone as she and Diana talked; Diana stopped correcting them when they called her Lexie, Lex or Eve now. As everyone finished, Alexa stood up, ready to go do some work, but Diana grabbed her by the waistband of her pants.

"Cleaning up dishes is your chore, and then you have to throw some laundry in the washer. Then you can go have fun." Alexa huffed to herself. Huffing to a woman as big as Diana wasn't in her top list of things to do.

While throwing the mass of laundry that the six new inhabitants of the house made, Alexa began to blush as she realized that she may have the most childish garments of them all! Well, maybe that was just her overthinking this, heh. Annoyed at the thought still, she threw the clothes in quickly, starting the washer then dryer (some of Diana's garments needed dried!), stopping for a second as a spark flashed through her body when she started the dryer. Devious little Lexie went wide eyed as she realized something. Alone, with the washer and dryer in a separate room, she could...oh yeah, the dryer felt amazinggggg to sit on top of. Maybe it was just her having been denied that morning, but Alexa found herself squirming and gasping aboard the dryer, the vibrations making it through her diaper. God, that felt gooooooooooooooood. In a few minutes, she could cu-....

Footsteps. Close footsteps. Skittering off, Alexa tried to look busy, cleaning the fluff trap as Diana opened the door. The woman smiled. "All alright? Wanted to say, I am..." Diana sighed. "...sorry, I shouldn't have called them your chores or grabbed you by the waistband like that. I owe my kids life to you, and sometimes I think of you like one of them. I know you have work to do."

Alexa hugged Diana, who, very non-discreetly, checked the girl's diaper. She was just happy not to have been caught in the act. Still, she was horny as hell, and once she was upstairs, she'd make quick work of that in her locked room.

THIS WEBSITE HAS BEEN BLOCKED BY LOCAL POLICY, PLEASE CONTACT...Diana Sauers....TO REQUEST UNBLOCK. YOUR REQUEST TO VISIT HAS BEEN NOTED AND FORWARDED.

No fucking way. No fucking way! Diana had actually blocked a bunch of porn websites! When Alexa switched from her laptop to her phone, hoping to use her cellphone plan instead, another warning came up from app Alexa had never seen installed on her phone. Tracker360. When she tried to open a porn website on her phone, a new alert popped up, covering the entire screen until she acknowledged it.

THIS WEBSITE HAS BEEN BLACKLISTED BY TRACKER360 DUE TO: Geographic Proximity. YOUR VISITATION HAS BEEN NOTED. HERE IS YOUR LIST OF ALLOWED SITES: ....

Jesus Fucking Christ! Alexa moaned to herself. This was absurd. Beyond absurd. Closing her eyes and squeezing her fists into a tight ball, she dove into her work, trying not to consider the fact that Diana definitely knew she was accessing porn. When had she even installed an app like that? That was...ugh, Alexa should stop complaining. Eventually, Diana came upstairs, and Alexa checked her wall clock. 730 pm. On. The. Dot.

"Lex, we have to give you your medicine and get you a shower." Diana said, with Alexa drowsily nodding. She was pretty tired. Pliable and easy to deal with, Alexa downed the glass of medicines, allowed Diana to rub the assortment of ointments all over her (after her shower, of course), brush her hair, put her cap on, and even gave her a big glass of warm milk with some supplements. Alexa tilted her head.

"Warm milk to help you stay asleep, and not wake up!" Diana said with a smile. Alexa finished it with ease, laying down on the "not a crib" while Diana finished putting on her night-time diaper. Alexa smiled and giggled, she'd got that diaper from the clothesline this morning! Just as Alexa was falling asleep, Carol began ringing the phone, meaning a drowsy and tired Alexa tried speaking with the woman for about 5 seconds before promptly passing out.

Alexa's last thoughts were that hey, she meant to talk to Diana about that whole phone thing...

Diana's thoughts as she closed the door to Alexa's room were that she had got Alexa to bed in record time. 805 pm. First of all the kids to sleep since she had to be up so early. The rest of her yougins got themselves to bed by around 10 o clock, rather late for them all things considered. Carol and Diana chatted about things, and Diana checked the baby monitor periodically while Alexa slept. Not a movement at all. Placing it by her bedside, she too let sleep fall over her, but not before messaging her husband a goodnight text.

Days off (or rather days where you work from home) don't feel like days off when you're being woken up right when the sun was rising. At least that's what Alexa huffed to herself after Diana had woken her up at her "new usual" time, not even giving the woman a second to breath before putting down the sides of her not-a-crib to then begin changing her. Diana seemed chipper and awake, cracking a wise joke to the just waking Alexa.

"Frowny face in someone's potty chart, that's for certain." Alexa rolled her eyes and didn't say anything beyond letting Diana wipe her down. If she felt it was odd that a 24 year old woman was being changed by someone twice her age, she didn't bother saying it.

"Grab your ankles, I can't clean as well when you're laying like that." Diana said, making the ever inflexible Alexa strike a very unflattering pose to get herself cleaned up. Ankles close to her head, grabbing them with her mittened hands - thank god she wasn't fully awake to start squirming, Diana thought to herself.

"I'm working from home today, and Friday." Alexa said matter-a-factly as a cool wet wipe touched her inner thighs. Diana, if was sorry to have woken Alexa, made no indication. ONE was on the diaper for today.

So Alexa began her morning with a change into some comfortable pajama pants and a cute long sleeve shirt with a checkered pattern. It felt a bit like it shrunk in the wash. She helped Diana with some chores, and altogether had a normal, easy day. Then Diana dropped a bombshell. Well, she was being dramatic, but it was annoying.

"I have a woman's health appointment. I should be back in about 3 hours. Its a bit of a drive, so apologies on that. Can you watch the kids while I'm gone?" Alexa nodded, already thinking about work.

"Yeah, of course..." Alexa muttered to herself, putting on her cat-eared headphones and zoning out all the noise. Including, mind you, Diana pulling her waistband to check her diaper. The next time she considered the time or what Diana had asked was about 2 hours, 35 minutes later when her coffee was ice cold, and then about 5 minutes later when Diana was shaking her shoulder, looking none too pleased.

"Alexa. Eve. Johnson." Diana said, looking as furious as a middle age mother might. Her nostrils were flaring, and she looked genuinely pissed off. Alexa began squirming away as two hands grabbed her shoulder. And she needed to use the bathroom too, dang.

"Did you even watch them at ALL!?!?!" Diana said as she pointed to some (formerly) beautiful pink walls of the house now covered in crayon drawing of the entire family. Even Alexa got a cute little drawing too, altogether cute and little were a bit too emphasized on it. Another one of the kids must have tried to cook themselves some breakfast, because the oven was on and it smelled like burning...something. And the boys must've figured out Carol's TV passcode, since some gory movie was on. The inmates were running the asylum. Alexa tried her best excuse.

"I had a meeting.....it ran long?" She hadn't even convinced herself that was true. "Ow. Ow. OWWWWW!" Alexa yelped out as Diana grabbed her ear, pulling her upstairs. Diana was a woman who seldom got mad. Annoyed, angry, but blood curdling mad? Reserved for when someone messes up and then lies to cover themselves. Which Alexa had done. Pulled back into her bedroom by the irate and incredulous woman, Alexa bit her lip.

"YOU IGNORED MY TEXTS!" Diana said, the game personal for her now. Her shouting was definitely heard by all the kids, whom had been sentenced to corner time till Diana was back. Alexa's punishment, though, was...put on pause as she started shaking a bit, and then biting her lip, and then closing her eyes. Alexa had been holding her pee so long that once Diana had given a bit of pain and pressure, she was pissing herself. Peeing herself broke the tension a bit, but it was only until it as done and the diaper was nice and yellowed that she found herself being pulled by Diana.

"Right. Of course. Now you peed yourself too! Alexa PottyPants Johnson." Diana huffed, anger still seething from her.

Well, Diana cleaned her up at the least, and then before Alexa could even question just what was about to happen, she found herself flipped over onto her belly on Diana's knee, sans any pants. It didn't take a genius to conclude what was about to happen next - all it took was a solid strike from Diana's hand to her ass.

A SPANKING!?!? Alexa was NOT going to get spanked by DIANA. That was absurd. That was ridiculous. Her, a grown woman! Maybe Diana just needed to hear that from her.

"Diana, I am a grown woman, you can't just..." Alexa felt a strong whish through the air as a second strike came down. Her squirming was ineffectual.

"Missus Sauers to YOU!" Diana accused the girl, whapping her again. Alexa's demonstrations and pleas stopped there. "You aren't grown, and you aren't a woman little girl! A big girl would have kept my kids safe! A big girl wouldn't lie." Well, that was a good point, Alexa would later (when her cheeks weren't throbbing) muse to herself.

"I. WILL. NOT. LIE!" Diana said, striking hard on each cheek as Alexa's fist pounded against the woman's side, her tears blubbering out by the third hit, snot coming out of her nose by the fifth, and pathetic groveling by the sound of the six coming down.

"I WILL NOT LIE!!" Alexa shouted again and again, with the assault on her pearly white cheeks seemingly only abating once she had repeated that phrase enough that Diana had forgive her. They both had lost count, and Diana stopped herself once blisters had formed on the poor girl. Even she felt bad seeing them near bleeding. That seemingly had earned Alexa the privilege of getting a diaper roughly put on. TWO was written on the front. A pink diaper cover came over top of it. Diana offered no comment but a point of her finger. The wall.

"24 minutes. Hands on your head, elbows to the wall. Don't move. For once, no backtalk, no anything, just do." Alexa, knees knocking, still sobbing, and pretty much willing to do anything to not get another smack to her bottom, rushed to the corner like a prisoner freed from her shackles.

She stood there, and waited, and waited, and waited. Time passed, but all she could really hear was Diana...calmly speaking? Well, it was actually more scary to hear that. Whatever anger she had now boiled over, been taken out on Alexa, and was now a calm, cool, machine that dealt with her children. She was calm as she spanked each of the children. She was calm as she made them all clean things, clearly tossing them right over her lap the second they might have a chance to backtalk. When she heard one of the kids blame Alexa, she could hear them get smacked up even harder. Diana was a force to be reckoned with it seemed. Especially since she was hearing all this from upstairs. While holding against the wall, Alexa gradually stopped hyper-ventilating, shaking and whimpering. All that was left for her was the 22 minutes to be up. She swore she heard footsteps that sounded more like a kids than Diana's. She was in no rush to have that end early, so she kept waiting and zoned out.

"Alexa! What're you still doing in the corner, it's been an hour! I said 24 minutes. Just uh..." Diana seemed off her game at the now very meek and timid Alexa. "...do your work sweetie."

Alexa nodded and finally cleaned the crusted tears, snot and spittle off her face, shutting her door and then finally getting back to her work. Thank god, she'd be far ahead enough that an hour missing was a drop in the bucket.

Chapter 34

Locked. That was a first. That was....not allowed! Diana felt a deep well of anger build up inside her as she tried Alexa's door handle once more.

"Alexa?" Diana asked, knocking softly, hearing no movement. After a few hours, and after tempers had cool, Diana realized that perhaps her actions were, at best, not fitting, and at worst, assault to some degree. With that, she had resolved to talk to Alexa.

Who was now behind a locked door and was non-responsive. Diana rubbed her temple and decided that maybe the girl needed a bit of space and time away, gathering all the children for an early evening outing for a movie, late lunch (or early dinner), and some ice-cream. It actually made Diana a bit sad not to have the girl sitting in the back next to Joan, smiling so happily. She was sure it was just a bit of teenag-...early twenties angst.

Alexa meanwhile was none too pleased. Carol wasn't returning her calls, and as she enjoyed not being spanked over her knee, and because she was considering all her options, she was looking at apartments in the area. Diana couldn't just do that to her! Sure, she messed up, but come on! Calling her a little girl? When she knew that was a sensitive spot for her? Her pants felt scratchy on her scuffed up thighs, meaning she sat in her room with just her nice shirt on and a diaper, feet up on her chair.

Alexa was sure sh-.....

DING. DING. DING

Huh, a man was at the front door. Well, not just any man, James! Diana's husband. And he had flowers. A lot of flowers. He was also rubbing his chest a bit.

"James?" Alexa asked, probably looking a bit rough what with her dry eyes. James smiled from relief. Alexa realized just now that she had been so intensely focused that she had slipped downstairs in a shirt and a diaper, which thankfully looked a bit like a pair of cute pink shorts. Kind of, not really.

"Alexa!" He said, giving her a big bear hug. He then let himself in, looking around. "Is Diana here? I'm sure she told you the news, I drove as soon as I..."

Alexa raised an eyebrow. "News? No, what exactly happened? I'm not sure where she is!" Alexa said. James looked a bit shocked, and seemed uncomfortable. His eyes went a bit wide, and his hand rubbed his chest a bit more. His face was a bit pale, not like he had seen a ghost, but more like he was one.

"Oh, well sh-..." He groaned mid-sentence, grabbing his chest. All that came out were groans and hacking, and then struggling for air, as Alexa began to freak out.

"James? James?" Alexa said, trying her best to talk to the man who looked like he was having a heart attack. Not looking like it, he was having one!

Alexa, for perhaps a first in her life, quite literally had someones life in her hands. Trying her best to help the large man down gently, she used what precious time she had to call the police, feeling so overwhelmed. He had no pulse. Or a faint one. A man in front of her was literally dying, and she was forgetting every single thing she could do to save his life. CPR, right? That sounded right. The operator on the other end was not helpful, as Alexa's blubbering and stressful responses confused her.

"Yes sweetie, we'll get a unit right to you. Now, do you know what chest compressions are?" Alexa cursed her terrible luck.

"Yes of course! What else should I do?" Alexa said, not feeling a pulse at all still. She was shouting a bit hysterically now.

"Just keep going, your daddy's going to be alright sweetie!" The operator said as Alexa struggled.

Eventually, his pulse came back online, and Alexa breathed a sigh of relief. Keeping James's head up, she felt him breathing very poorly, and then he back to hack over and over again, eventually vomiting what looked like his lunch for the day.

All over Alexa. She had no time to react beyond closing her eyes and mouth. So now she was in a diaper, a diaper cover, a tight shirt, and a generous helping of vomit. Emergency services began knocking and Alexa shouted that the door was opened.

Thank god for her forgetting to lock the door too; the emergency services rushed in to take James, alive, to the hospital. Alexa dialed Diana as she walked out with James, who was breathing in shallow breaths, but alive. No answer. But he was alive. That's what mattered, Alexa told herself. Alive.

It was a nice gesture to let her ride in the ambulance. Alexa squirmed a bit, needing the bathroom after neglecting it for so long. Her bottom hurt, her diaper rash was itchy, and she regretted not grabbing a bag or anything as she left with James in a rush.

30 minutes to get to the hospital. It could have been 30 hours, that's how bad Alexa needed to go. When she had tried to raise her need with one of the EMTs, they coo'ed at her. "Yes sweetie, don't worry, dad will be okay." James was babbling out nonsense.

No dice there. Alexa was allowed to follow James throughout the hospital, still ringing Diana but getting no response. He seemed to be able to speak. Alive. Once James was in his section of the Emergency Department, hooked up to machines for god knows what, and Alexa had given all the information she might about him, she finally received a callback from Diana. It seems her 1 million texts had gotten the woman spun up.

"Is James okay? Put him on the phone, please!" Diana said, sounding like she was sobbing on the phone. Alexa silently put her on speaker, letting James shakily speak one word at a time. Alexa, biting her lip and quivering due to her need for the bathroom at this point, had to just bear it as Diana spoke with the hospital staff.

She didn't make it. It was in a small room, off to the side with a doctor, a nurse and what felt like a young intern, whom were speaking about things Alexa didn't understand. What she did understand was that she was, very visibly, using her diaper as the staff finished their discussion with Diana. Alexa bit her tongue out of the stress, feeling the mass make her diaper sink deeper in the seat, feeling the urine pool around her thighs before being absorbed; knowing that as the stink of her mess filled the room, replacing the slight vomit smell, all eyes turned to her. Diana was still on the phone.

"Oh miss, we'd recommend you bring your daughter a change of clothes and a fresh diaper. She just used her. Would you like us to change her?" The no bullshit nurse said. He was one who didn't fool around.

"My daughter?" Diana said, confused by the reference for a second. Alexa. "No! I will be right there, I will change her, please don't do anything of the sort."

Thank god for Diana's backbone.

So Alexa was stuck in that office in that diaper, squirming with a sore bottom, reeking of vomit and bowel movements, feeling relieved but probably at her lowest point in awhile. At least he was alive. Alexa shut her eyes for a second, wondering if she could have done anything different, images of James flashing through her mind, literally gasping and groaning and without a pulse, her eyes teary and scared about what to do. Alexa was a nervous wreck. What if she had been too slow. Don't people get brain damage from stuff like that? She bit her fingernail and thumb, nervous and scared, rocking a bit back and forth with her eyes closed, until a gentle hand rested on her knee. The nurse kept asking if she wanted changed or some water, damni-...

It was Diana, looking as gentle as Carol for once.

"Alexa. Thank you." Diana said, the room cleared out. "Let's get you changed sweetie."

Alexa felt a slow lush of all her stress and emotions at the sight of Diana, most of all relief. Having almost every bodily excretion on you or near you is a terrible feeling. She was missing blood, which was a good thing.

"I'm so sorry how long it took for me to return your call. I thought you were sending me a bunch of harsh texts about what happened earlier, so I didn't read them until my movie was over." Diana pulled Alexa by her hand past James's room, with all five kids sitting with the now partially recovered man, smiling and happy. He waved at them, and Alexa smiled, quickly pulled into a not-so hidden and not-so private crevice of the hospital, swarming with people as it was, that was billed as a changing station.

Before she had any words out, Alexa felt herself get picked up, squeezed and hugged so tight she felt a dripple of pee come out of her. "You saved my husband's life! I can't..." Diana was helping her up onto the table. "...nothing will repay that. The doctor called me after the call you were on. No exaggeration, if you hadn't been there, and if a neighbor had taken even 10 seconds longer to respond to him, he would be dead. I....have nothing but thanks to say." Diana said while she stripped Alexa.

All the nervousness which had built up in her stomach disappeared, like a knot that was finally cut. Thank god! She did it right.

Diana was profuse in her thanks, but apologetic for what Alexa was about to have to deal with. "I, unfortunately, don't have much to choose from for what to change you into. I have this, and it's probably too small for you, seeing as Joan and Jodie outgrew it a year or two ago. James left his jacket in my car, and I'm sure it can help you hide it a bit."

A romper, the type of thing you'd expect a parent who can't deal with the fact that their preschooler is now a preschooler and not an infant; it was covered in cherries, pies, cakes and other sweets. Worst of all, it was a sickening yellow, making Alexa feel like she'd out-dosed on sugar just looking at the thing. Both women seemed to very much doubted that she would fit in it. Alexa didn't really have time to consider the outfit, as Diana was busy wiping her down, trying her best to get vomit off the girl's body, before proceeding to pull her diaper cover down.

"Wow, you got past the diaper and into the cover. I think that's a first for you, right?" Diana said, seeing Alexa's blush and stammering out an apology. "Grab your legs like this morning." Alexa obeyed, just happy to finally be cleaned. Diana grimaced, looking at Alexa, and then began to speak seriously. "Whenever I change you, just do that pose, it'll just make cleaning you up easier."

"I have to say something. I can't take back spanking you or making you go to the corner, nor can I excuse it, but I hope you understand that I know it was wrong. I lied a bit to you today. It wasn't just a woman's health appointment. I received the news today that I am, officially, infertile. No more children for me. 0 percent. Outside of a miraculous conception." Diana said, rubbing some cream on the rough looking blisters on Alexa's butt. A second cream went for the diaper rash. God, that looked terrible.

It was both a bit comedic, a bit tragic that such serious news came as Alexa was having a diaper with a big THREE on it. Alexa tried her best to help the woman suffer through the anguish, knowing she couldn't do much but listen at some point. Diana rambled on.

"Three boys, and my body decided it was done." Alexa questioned that - didn't they have five children?

"Oh, Joan and Jodie are all James. I treat them like they are my daughters, because they are. I never had a daughter of my own." Those last words felt very pained, but Alexa didn't labor the point. The romper didn't fit Alexa. Well, it fit in the manner of "bursting at the seams" means fit, but it struggled to contain the diaper, it barely could withstand her lithe hips, it bulged around her meager chest, and strangled her neck. In other words, it was good enough, especially since James jacket hid the whole thing. Diana bagged up Alexa's diaper in a clear plastic bag, which raised an eyebrow.

Diana smiled, and dumped it into the nearby trashcan. "Never hurts to be a good Samaritan." Thank god, Alexa thought she was going to walk through the hospital with that!

Alexa had dumped all her adrenaline, stress and nervousness at this point, and scurried out to the car with Diana. She fell asleep alone in Diana's car, sitting in the car seat, listening to some cartoons, just happy to have been done with the day. Drool came down her chin.

Chapter 35

James was not able to leave the hospital for the evening, as much as Diana may have wanted it, meaning Diana had to eventually go home. He was a bit shaken, but fine overall. Diana relented and brought all the kids home, constantly staring back at the passed out Alexa, who hadn't made a peep even when Jodie and Joan had prodded her a bit. When Diana had seen the woman sitting in that little office area, shivering and crying her eyes out, she looked like a mess.

Diana wasn't sure how you paid back someone for saving your husbands life. Carrying them inside on your shoulder was probably a good start, she was certain. Getting them out of clothes which were about 15 years too small was probably another. Ultimately, Diana wasn't really certain the way to pay her back, beyond getting her dressed for bed, making sure she was comfortable, and then letting her sleep to her hearts content.

The flowers which had fallen on the floor filled two vases, one for Alexa's room, one in Diana's.

An early wakeup, an early morning groan, an early morning need to use the bathroom - Alexa was a woman of increasing habit. A bit more lucid than usual, she only said a few words to Diana. "I need the toilet." Diana made her pace a bit more expedient, and Alexa surged out of the crib once freed, waddling her way to the bathroom. Alas, it was not to be. Still having mittens on meant that when Alexa was struggling with the diaper while sitting atop the toilet and Diana was out of sight, she was basically screwed.

Literally on top of the toilet, ready to go, and she still had an accident! By the time her mittens were off, Alexa's diaper was already full, and Diana was back, smiling, before looking crestfallen.

"Did you make it?" Diana asked Alexa. She nodded her head in defeat, letting the used diaper hit the ground with a humiliating and unsatisfying plap, stepping into the cold shower just to get some soothing feeling on her bottom. Diana left the girl alone mostly, just setting a towel up for her.

Alexa's clothes still had yet to arrive, meaning Diana got creative for the woman, not wanting her to recycle the same three outfits till her package came through.

Joan had a cute jogger set that was gifted from an aunt that over estimated her sizes, meaning Alexa would be just fine! Once she was out of the shower and rushing back to her room, Alexa soon found herself doing her new normal pose of ankles to the head, allowing Diana to rub some deliciously cool ointment on her bottom, along with a more than generous helping of baby oil and baby powder. Alexa thanked her, and enjoyed the snuggly clothes.

"How'd you sleep?" Diana asked Alexa, who looked like a zombie still. Not well, truth be told, Alexa said to herself.

"One of your kids snores like an elderly man! I am a heavy sleeper, and it even woke me up!" Alexa complained, mostly unserious.

"Yeah, Davey gets that from his father. I can get you some ear plugs. Nothing is wrong with him, he just...well, he just snores." Diana said. Alexa, with her current state, could care less if he was alright. Just make the kid stop snoring!

Alexa and Diana had a comfortable breakfast, sans Alexa needing a cushion for her bottom. The kitchen TV was on, meaning Alexa got to get enraptured by the....morning news? Both news anchor's were pretty damn attractive!

"Authorities today are scrambling to make sense of yesterday's disappearance of the Ever Greeting, one of the largest container ships in the world. Reyes, over to you." The news anchor was the type which made you unsure of where to look: her face, her voice, her chest, her hips, her thighs....all of them might suck you in. Stark footage popped up on the screen.

"Thanks Anna. Yesterday, groups which have yet to be named attempted to seize control of the Ever Greeting using several small boats and a lot of firepower. As these modern day pirates attempted their heist, the Ever Greeting also encountered a Category 4 typhoon which is currently ravaging the seas." On screen, you could see what looked to be the ship, with a dark horizon, and a swarm of smaller boats.

"Contact was last had with the ship nearly two days ago, and the transponder has yet to respond to any contact. Casualty figures have, so far, been zero. This looks to potentially be, when you include the cargo onboard, a several million dollar incident which has ramifications to be determined...."

Alexa and Diana looked at one another, not sure how to take the crazy news. How are you ever supposed to take such news?

As if on queue from the cruel universe, Alexa felt her phone vibrate, indicating an e-mail came in. Reading it while chewing on her lip, she couldn't stop herself from screaming.

"ALL MY STUFF WAS ON THE SHIP THAT JUST DISAPPEARED!?"
Alexa tried her best to decompress after that. Her morning routine stayed the same, but with Diana helping her get everything down from the clothesline. Diana helped her do a lot of things actually, doting on her so much it almost made her uncomfortable. Had Carol skinned Diana and replaced her? Alexa decided she wasn't really going to question it as Diana made her some delicious coffee while she worked.

Yesterday was a caged memory that Alexa nor Diana wanted to think on.

Work was nothing special, beyond a few messages asking Alexa if she was alright (she had been gone for a few hours yesterday), and a knock from Diana, who told her she had a lunch dentist appointment. The last dentist appoint she had, she'd been stuck with these damn braces! Rainbow braces. This one, she was hopeful, would be better.

It was much better. Much, much better. For one, she had Diana there with her, helping with all the insurance, especially emphasizing that she was not a child nor did she need a pediatric dentist. They sort of listened. Back on the dentists chair, looking to get her two front teeth capped, Alexa felt at relative ease.

"Good job sweetie. Now mom, we just have to give her a localized anaesthetic." The doctor said. The needle was terrifying, and after a few minutes, Alexa had the realization - the medicine wasn't working on her. In fact, the area hurt like hell!

"I'm not her mother, she is a grown woman." Diana said after looking up from her phone.

"Ish myh moutfh supposeth tew feal the same?" Alexa asked, the doctors fingers in her mouth.

"Well, maybe you're one of the rare few that is resistant to our anesthetic. No worries, we'll just give her a general anaesthetic mom!" The dentist said, swinging around in his chair. That definitely worked, and Alexa felt the room spin a bit, before...itchy throat...then....nothing.

Then she was back. Alexa's whole face felt a bit itchy, and so too did her front teeth, but she could see her reflection. Nice, she had normal looking front teeth! Although her cheeks did look a bit swollen.

"Diana?" Alexa asked the room, her vocal cords straining a bit as she looked around. Diana looked up, just as surprised as Alexa, who covered her mouth.

Her voice was high-pitched. High, high, high pitched. Not a chipmunk, but probably closer to one than anyone would be comfortable with. You'd have thought she was playing pretend, if she wasn't testing it herself, trying as hard as she might to lower the pitch of her voice.

"My voice is...very...uhHM?" Alexa said as Diana stood up, fetching both a nurse and doctor. Neither seemed too plussed by it.

"Eh, it'll wear off in a few hours, maybe a day or two max. She probably has a minor reaction to the stuff. Nothing to be concerned about." The uncaring nurse said, moving on to her next area.

"Besides, she will make a heck of a soubrette if she keeps that and goes into theatre." The Dentist tried to joke.

"I don't find it funny. We'll be back if it doesn't improve." Diana said, yanking Alexa up, who probably was still a bit high and feeling her braces, alongside testing her now squeaky voice.

"Can we stop for foooooooood? Burger!" Alexa whined, kicking her feet in the crowded backseat of Diana's car. Joan and Jodie noticed her voice, but saw their mom shoot daggers. Even a kid could sense not to make a comment or question it.

"Yes Alexa. Are you feeling alright?" Diana made all the kids in the car happy with the affirmation. Alexa nodded once she had her burger in hand, squirming and kicking in the backseat as she enjoyed the meal. She enjoyed the meal too much, in fact. A distinct...odor came in the car, with Jodie looking at Joan with crossed eyes.

"Mommmm, Joan had an accident!" Joan ratted her out, but the smell probably beat her to the bunch.

"Huh, no I didn't you idiot!" Joan said, ignoring the fact that Alexa was between them, and shoving each other. It ended once Alexa was covered with the burger she had wanted to enjoy, and Joan and Jodie were pulled out of the car and inside by their ears.

Diana, having tried her best not to have the kids and Alexa engage on the fact that she was still in diapers, struggled a bit. As if the drugs knew the best time to leave her system, Alexa was also now fully awake and sobered up. A bit too sobered up, meaning she was fully aware of the mess in her diaper.

TWO - that's the number Alexa had the pleasure to see on the front of her diaper now. If it was any consolation, she would get to spend her Friday doing something she actually wanted, which was attending class. Diana would drop her off on the way to the hospital.

Win win.

Well, it was a win win, until Alexa had to deal with Diana coming in with her "smart ideas", and "planning", and "figuring out Alexa's clothes situation".

"You can't just wear the same three outfits for the rest of time. While we wait for the ship to...." Diana struggled at being optimistic. "...reappear, let's be smart and use some of Jodie's clothes for you! I always tried to buy matching things for her and Joan, but Jodie never wears them, and Joan wears them only if I ask."

Alexa could see what Diana was getting at. Rather, she could see why a girl wouldn't want to wear the outfits laid out in front of her. A pair of cute white tights, with a age appropriate pink pinafore dress with some plaid patterning on the end, and a big bow on the left hip side; two small bows occupied the chest region, with the sleeves hiding Alexa's elbows. Cute, but not close to what Alexa was wanting to wear to her Master's program. Especially not with how itchy the cotton tights were! No thank you! Picking at the tights, Alexa found her hand lightly removed by Diana, who had finished dressing the woman by the time she was done mentally listing all the reasons she didn't want to wear the outfit.

"Don't pick at the tights, you might cause tear." Diana said.

"They itch like crazy!" Alexa whined, pulling them off. Diana didn't force her to keep wearing them, which was a blessing. Or a curse, as the day might later show.

Worst of all, Diana up and walked out before Alexa could even respond back.

So that's how Alexa ended up headed to National Business University "matching" with Joan, who seemed happy about the whole situation. Diana, who was on the phone with her husband, pulled up to an entrance of the building Alexa had never used, with Alexa trying to prompt her to keep driving. All she got was a wave to head on out. Diana could see Alexa's diaper clear as day, especially as the girl sat wide legged in her car seat.

"Alexa, we're here." Diana said, going back to chatting with her husband. Fiddling with carseat and backpack, and nearly dropping her glasses, Alexa stumbled out of the car, thanking Diana with a squeak. Sitting in the carseat for long had made Alexa's dress flip up and get tangled with the backpack, meaning as she walked, her bare thighs and a portion of her diaper were visible to everyone but herself.

Diana pulled off, noticing the sign which sat a hop skip and a jump away from where Alexa stood. National Business Universities: Young Adult Academy - Charge Improvement Center. Hm, what a peculiar name.

The part of the school Alexa entered felt different from the college. Dark planks made up the floor, with lighter stones making up the walls; the clicking of shoes somewhere in the distance indicated marble, and the hush serenity of the place made Alexa pause for thought. All this felt so different from her experience on the campus. Altogether, Alexa felt totally out of the place. In her dorky glasses and too short skirt (the diaper was only a wind blow away from an outside world visit), she did not feel at home. Signed pointed her here and there, and she eventually stumbled on what felt to be the right place. The large wooden desk that held an unfriendly looking woman behind it beckoned.

"Are you here for evening classes?" Alexa nodded. "Name? ID Card?" The woman was on the phone, and looked every bit her likely older age. When Alexa gave her full name, the woman nodded and spoke on the phone, hanging up.She flipped her ID back and forth, barely looking at the thing. "Eve, mhm. Don't go biting any apples Eve. Now, why are you out of uniform?"

Uniform? Alexa was out of her depth. And she needed to pee too. "Uniform? Maybe there's been a mistake, I'm here for..."

"Evening classes, I know. Uniforms are in the back, I was just joking with you, obviously you wouldn't have a uniform yet, it's your first day at boarding school." The woman stepped from behind the desk, no taller than Alexa, but with a grip stronger than most men (or that's what it felt like). By shoulder and backpack strap, Alexa found herself taken into an even dusty alcove of the place, where a nicer looking woman sat.

"Eve Johnson." The older woman said, before "gently" putting Alexa into the room, floor to ceiling in uniforms and other apparel. A solid oak door closed behind her.

"Uniforms? You found the right place!" The woman looked down at her clipboard, only slight listening to Alexa.

"There's been a mistake, look, I'm..."

She nodded and pointed at Alexa with the pen, scribbling on the list she had. "You're right. We had you as Eve Jameson, but you're Eve Johnson, right? Computers, right, they get confused over the most minor things!"

Alexa groaned. "No, I'm not supposed to be in here, I'm not in grade...!"

It was a rabbithole that Alexa had fallen down into, and she certainly felt like Alice in wonderland, pardon the reference. Alexa would say something, and the woman would nod, bureaucratically take the information down, and misunderstood her.

She wasn't supposed to be in grade school! Right, her attitude was the reason she had to do gradeschool plus night classes!

She wasn't a child! Right, she was a young adult charge!

She had already graduated and stopped her schooling? Even adults went to school!

She could call Diana and get proof she was an adult? Phones weren't allowed, that was a write-up (and a phone snatched from her hands)!

She needed the bathroom! Well, why was she playing 21 questions then?

So Alexa relented, dropping her backpack if only to allow her to get this charade done so that she could go use the bathroom. If there was any consolation, it was that she and the woman (who only would go by the Uniform Lady) were alone. It made stripping down to her diaper easier to swallow, especially as she started to do a potty dance, which earned only a question from the woman.

"It wasn't on your file that you use diapers - would you say you are incontinent, partially incontinent, slightly incontinent, or are wearing them for some other reason?" Alexa mumbled out no response at all, just letting the woman scribble down a note as she slipped a pleated skirt up Alexa's body. "Right, well if your parents decide to let you board here, we'll have to call just to get that situated. Standard procedure, you know. We'll keep it all close hold."

Another consolation was that, for once in the day, Alexa was wearing some clothes that actually fit her. The pleated skirt was long enough to cover her diaper, a fact Alexa enjoyed, the white blouse, smart tie and sweater-vest which felt quite comfortable on her. It had the school's logo emblazoned on it, and standing in front of the mirror, Alexa couldn't believe herself, dressed as she was. An above the knee pleated skirt, a business-like top-half, and a dorky face. The Mary Janes which came free with the outfit were not appreciated by her.

"Right, so your classroom will be that way."

"Wait, I need my phone back!" Alexa said, having lost both her dignity and phone at this point. The woman opened the wooden door back up.

"We'll get that back to you after evening remedial class, sweetie. Oh, almost forgot this!" The woman said, shoving a cute little notecard in a slot on her backpack to say her name.

"W-wait, I need the ba-..." The woman shut the door, leaving Alexa performing a potty dance, knees knocking and desperate to pee. The only way left was forward. Alexa heard a classroom in session, creeping as she was through the hallway, looking for any sign of a bathroom. Spotted!

Just as she was about to reach it, Alexa felt someone grab the back of backpack. "Gotcha! Where do you think you're off to Eve?" An older looking man said, with a meaner looking woman emerge from the classroom.

"I am not named Eve! Well, yes I am, but...." Alexa yelped and squeaked, her backpack being used as her leash to get her to classroom. Her struggles were in total vain, leading only to Alexa having a tougher lead rope

"Okay Eve, enough, just sit in the back and we'll address this after class." The two said, with Alexa finding herself sitting in the back of a packed class, filled to the brim with girls and boys closer to Joan and Jodie's age (maybe even younger) than her, all of whom were attired similar to her, if all a bit more chipper looking. They all gave her a dirty look, as if to say "Why are you drawing attention to yourself?". Alexa sank into her seat, a notebook placed in front of her, as she learned all about an Introduction to Geometry. Advanced stuff for a bunch of 8 year olds.

After all that struggle, Alexa found her bladder was basically begging for a release she had yet to provide it. Thus, all she could do was sink deeper into the seat, and relieve herself while tapping her foot, hopping no one would hear the gradual hissssss as she filled her diaper. The wood in front of her helped, as she grabbed it so tight her knuckles went white. God, the relief felt fucking amaz-....

"Ms Johnson, if you might, please stop..." The teacher's pause killed Alexa. No, no... "...tapping your foot."

No one could tell any difference from Alexa and the rest of the class for the rest of the lecture. Sitting in a piss soaked diaper which kept swelling forward tends to kill your confidence and drive to resist. Especially as you keep peeing in it for the entire lecture, which felt like it was lasting an eternity at this point. Even when they called everyone out to do an evening class photo at the front of the class, Alexa tried her best to hide behind two of the taller girls, before the photographer hummed to himself.

"Hm...we are uneven. You there, glasses, come to the front, squat down next to the other girl." Alexa felt a bunch of eyes turn to her, forcing her forward, and into an uneasy squat. A squat which, with the wide stance, meant Alexa's diaper was more than visible in the resulting photo. Glistening, in fact. Pristine white stained with sickly vibrant yellow. Of course, Alexa would never know. She assumed the diaper was well and truly hidden.

Whomever the older man was stood by the door, waiting for Alexa, or rather 'Eve', to pop out. He look unimpressed, and a bit apologetic.

All of it unraveled nice and easily. Alexa, whom only should have been there for a hour to two at max, had a million missed calls from a worried Diana, who had entered the building looking for her. The real Eve Jameson had tried to register as well, causing a bit of confusion from all involved, especially as her parents came to fetch her. Once Diana ran into that family, and both went to the Dean's office, the situation was solved. Well, solved to some degree.

"We'll sue! I mean, this is beyond ridiculous! It's kidnapping, surely, or at the least hostage taking. You grabbed her, you admitted it yourself." Diana said, her dramatic motherly tone causing Alexa to shriek back a bit. The Dean put his hands up to apologize, while the actual Jameson family got an apology and a goodbye, come back to tomorrow.

Alexa could care less about a lawsuit. She was dressed in an Elementary school's attire, stewing in her own urine, and her voice sounded like a chipmunk. What was she to contribute? Hey Diana, mind changing me?

A voice chirped up. "Well, what if instead of a lawsuit, we all come to an agreement. My name is Doctor Edson Raul, early childhood development psychologist. Your daughter...."

Diana interrupted him. "Not my daughter, a fully grown woman in her own right which you made piss herself so that you could dress her up in a schoolgirl uniform!"

The man continued uninterrupted. "...right, a fully grown woman. She has a valuable perspective to offer the psychological community. I mean, she could integrate seamlessly with a class of 6 to 7 year olds, see what works, what doesn't. That's an experiment worth testing, is it not?"

Diana and the man went back and forth. What was in it for Alexa? A nice stipend from a wealthy university, that's what. When the numbers came out, and Alexa heard something with four to five digits as a "total compensation package", even she was on the edge of her wooden seat. She'd be called a research assistant, only have to attend once a week, she'd just have to be a fly on the wall, all sorts of that stuff. Even Diana was swayed. Seeing as Alexa did have the university over the barrel, it was enticing. Work once to twice a week in the evening for a years salary, just for fall and spring semester?

Alexa's stomach was burning. She needed the bathroom. "Uh-uhm, could we think on it, and give you an answer tomorrow?" She had to get out of here, lest she poop herself. Diana could see it herself.

The car was five steps away when Alexa gave up, Diana pulling her the whole way, trying to whisper things so that she would make it. It was lucky for both of them that the kids were with their father, meaning the only spectator that got to witness Alexa grunt and blush red was Diana, who witnessed Alexa fill her diaper so fully that it almost reached down to her skirt. Almost being the key word.

Alexa blushed a bit as Diana pulled into a nice, hidden part of the parking lot to change her. The only commentary between the both of them was Diana handing Alexa her iPad, with Alexa hopping up into the trunk to get changed without much complaint. Alexa and Diana chatted a bit on the drive home, but both seemed tired; Diana just wanted to go back to see her husband. Alexa scurried upstairs, eager to spend her Friday playing some games and not thinking about the past few days.

Of course, that usual urge that might come to anyone when they were alone, and online, and hadn't played with themselves in such a long time began to come to Alexa... Snaking her hand down her joggers, and then into the diaper, she found herself trying to dodge whatever filter Diana had put on the Internet. With some skill, she found a few shady websites, meaning she was able to start playing with herse-....

Her door opened. Hadn't she locked it? Diana took in the sight of Alexa struggle to rip her hands out from her pants and away from her chest like a convict. You couldn't be mad at a girl like that. But you could monitor what she was looking at with some keyword searches.

"Alexa, we agreed on some certain rules. I had thought we were clear on this." Diana said, shutting the door.

Alexa was blushing bright red. Her voice was the highest it had been all day. "Y-you were. Uhm, I was just checking myself?" Remembering the cause of her previous spanking, she corrected herself. "No wait, that was a lie. I was playing with myself. I was horny."

"Well then why don't you go meet some boys your age? That seems like an actual fix, not looking at..." Diana came behind Alexa on the screen, seeing porn actors and actresses. "...that stuff. Bad for the brain, like my mother used to say."

"Uh-uhm, right. Maybe I should go on a date or something. I kind of just feel really unattractive wearing diapers, having rainbow braces, a busted tooth, thick glasses, the whole nine yards." Alexa's honesty was that of a woman who had not much left to lose. How much lower can you go than being caught with your hands in your pants, trying to circumvent some website blockers?

Diana tried her best to be sympathetic, rubbing Alexa's shoulder. "Listen, attractiveness is about whats on the inside. I mean, if you can't find a man who likes you for you, why would you date him? You should be open and honest with these guys. If they can't take it, leave them. You're a smart young lady who has a knack for being unlucky, but you also have a capability I've rarely ever seen in someone - you get hit, and then you get back up. I mean two hours ago you were peeing yourself dressed up as a schoolgirl! Just yesterday, you saved my husbands life. I may not be a bleeding heart like Carol, but I really do care about you by this point. I hope you know that."

Alexa was a bit shocked, sitting on the edge of her not-a-crib, having such a conversation with Diana. "Really? W-wow, I didn't realize you felt that well. That definitely makes me feel better. I uhm, you know, after our first meeting, thought you disliked me. I wasn't sure."

Diana laughed. "Alexa, you've saved two kids and my husband. Even if I didn't want to like you, I think I'd have to! I really am, since we are being open, sorry about the spanking. I...it was..."

Alexa put her hand on Diana's shoulder this time, and even leaned her head against it. "It's alright. I don't know what wanting kids is like, but I assume wanting one, and being told your body is interfering is one of the worst things in the world. Besides, I guess I was a brat for letting your kids run wild."

Alexa said it with a self-effacing smirk.

"Well, I appreciate your understanding, even if it still makes me feel horrible. I didn't tell my kids I spanked you, I told them that you were playing pretend so they knew what was coming. I am...uncertain that they bought it, but I imagine that will make them feel a bit better for you." Diana said.

"Thank you." Alexa said. Diana paused for a second, as if wanting to open up a bit more, prompting Alexa to speak up. "Are you alright?"

It made Diana rush back into her shell, with her diverting the topic. "Let's get you a date this weekend. Now, are you ready for bed?"

Alexa was, in fact ready for bed. After a few nights of falling asleep so early, 1000 pm felt positively late. A glass of warm milk, a change into her night time diaper, her cap on, a cute little giraffe onesie ("Jodie hates this one!"), and a gift from Diana...?

"I know you like your games, and you like Joan's kitten headphones. These have that really nice noise canceling to help you not hear Davey's snoring. A minor gift." They were a pink, adorable little set with two bow attachments on the side and prominent cat ears, with some LEDs in the ear which you could change with a nifty app on your phone. When Alexa put them on, they were the height of comfort and truly were "noise-canceling".

"And a final thing..." Alexa noticed Diana lay out what looked like a pad on the not-a-crib bed. It looked like a white sheet with some padding. "Carol told me you've gotten onto the plastic sheet before. Just so that doesn't happen, a bit of insurance."

Alexa was too tired to argue or debate with her. She put her headphones on, let Diana strap her into the mittens and booties, and even let Diana give her a peck on the forehead before locking the crib.

Diana discreetly shut the door, looking at her watch. 28 minutes to get the girl asleep. A record. She checked the baby monitor, then slept herself, witnessing Alexa sprawl out and get what seemed to be her first good nights sleep in awhile.

"Alexa, you look wonderful! Long time no see." Devin said it with a smile, giving Alexa a very forward hug. It had been awhile, that was true, and Alexa felt a bit sad at having taken so long to get back with Devin. "Here I thought you had me blocked!"

Alexa smirked a bit. What had Diana said? Feel attractive, be attractive? It was something like that as she helped Alexa get ready for her date this morning. It was a mindset. That's all. Mindset.

"Well, I did, but I decided to unblock you after I got bored." Alexa said with a wink, before Devin held the door open for her. A movie theater.

Probably the place most optimized to make Alexa have an accident, or at least that was her experience after living like this for two decades. Lots of food and drink that distracted the girl, a location where, if it was crowded, you were a general nuisance if you got up, and then bathrooms that never seem well maintained. She could do this! Devin had bought two tickets to a new scary movie, and then a bucket of popcorn so big it might have been the size of Alexa's torso, and two large sodas.

"I like your braces and new glasses. They're really adorable." Devin said as he held the door for Alexa. He sneaked a peek of her body in the cute sundress she was wearing, seeing her nice thighs and lovely bottom shimmy around a bit while she walked. Alexa was a cutie!

As they both got settled into their seat, Alexa remembered that she couldn't go wild with her braces. One bite at a time, slowly, as to not get them messy. The movie started, with Alexa enjoying the ambience of the room more than the "artistic" horror movie that she was witnessing. A subtle humid warmth, lovely if you're in a dress, the sound of people drinking and munching on their purchased goods, the taste of soda, the feeling of Devin's shoulder as she rested her head on it. All of it was wonderful, and made her so sleepy....

In her dreams, Alexa enjoyed a world of beauty and jumping around in flowery fields. She felt happy and warm.

"I can't believe they called that a horror movie!" Devin nearly shouted, causing Alexa to flinch and wake up. "Oh sorry, I didn't realize I would wake you." The movie was over, the lights back on, and....

Devin's hand was resting on her thigh, precariously close to a diaper that felt very, very soaked. Soaked was an understatement. He seemed, to get the message, taking his hand off her thigh, only to stretch and put it right over her shoulder.

"How'd you like that movie?"

"Uhm, I slept through the whole thing. You have a comfortable shoulder..." Alexa said, trailing off.

"Your time was better spent than mine, that movie was terrible!" Devin said with a smile. "Now, mini-golf?"

Alexa was a nervous wreck by the time they got to mini-golf. Diana had given her a nice sized purse with a diaper discreetly wedged in it, something which looked a bit hilarious size-wise for her, but which got the job done. She was wet, really wet, and had that feeling that something worse was coming. She had a few missed texts from Diana which she got to once she hid in the golf spots bathroom.

Are you alright?

Alexa typed something quick back while changing her diaper. Or rather trying to change her diaper, since it had been a minute truth be told. One tape off, another.... She got it!

Okay, just making sure...Did you change? Did you try to use the bathroom before putting the diaper on?

Alexa replied quicker than even last time. Shit, she hadn't even thought about that!

Okay, send me a picture.

Alexa snapped a photo quickly in the bathroom stall, with Diana smiling a bit as the photo came in, clearly showing Alexa's rather haphazard changing job. At least she was alright. Alexa calmed herself a bit.

"These places always rip you off, I swear! The free game you get if you make it past their little challenge is impossible. Hey Alexa, your turn!" Devin said, turning around to a twitchy and frayed Alexa. Their date was going wonderfully, that was for certain, but Alexa needed to use the bathroom, again. She'd tried twice already, and nothing came out, which was a concerning sign.

Putting the cute pink ball she had forward just to have the night end, Alexa expected to fall it to fall right into the water; rather, it went past all the traps they had laid, and she scored a free game with the place they were at! Awesome. Excited, and enjoying the cool breeze, she jumped up and down, giddy and happy, only stopping once she realized her diaper was on full view. Devin seemed not to notice.

Then they were in Devin's car, eating some ice-cream, it having gotten a bit too chilly to relax outside. Alexa looked at Devin in the eyes, enjoying their conversation, as his eyes constantly flicked from her, to his crotch, to his ice cream. She caught the message after awhile, with a nervous Devin seeming to be trying very poorly to hide his rock hard erection. It was visible through his jeans, poking up something bigger than a tent, and Alexa blushed, not sure what to do exactly.

"S-sorry, you look very nice..." Devin said, trailing off as Alexa summoned courage. She was not one to take initiative, ever, but this time, Diana's words coursed through her veins. His jeans were quickly unbuttoned, his belt undone, and his boxers pulled just to the side enough to pop his cock out. Devin was a grower and a shower, and Alexa, not really sure where to go after this, did what she had seen in enough pornos - her mouth engulfed his dick and she sucked and licked as much as possible.

Her braces made it very, very complicated though. The blowjob was equal parts Devin moaning and yelping when his hairs would get caught in them. It was more the former than the latter, and Alexa continued to do what she thought she was supposed to all around his cock. Devin was sweetheart, taking her ice cream, and in no time, he dick pulsed in her mouth, and Alexa felt cum shoot in the back of her throat without any warning.

"G-god, sorry, that felt amazinggg...." Devin said, trailing off. Alexa, on all fours, felt Devin's hand drift up her thighs and begin touching her bottom, a few centimeters from her diaper.

"I'm on my period!" Alexa said, Devin's hand jumping back.

The excuse worked, this time, with Devin dropping his hands and instead letting them snake onto her chest, playing with her nipples more aggressively than Alexa ever had. It was amazing, feeling like lightning coursing around her entire nervous system, and Alexa melted deeper and deeper into the cushion of the leather seat. Her dress was flipped up, exposing her whole front, something Alexa didn't care even the slightest bit about. A phone ringing broke the playtime for the both of them. It was Diana, and she seemed pissed, needing Alexa to come home right this moment. God, Alexa was horny, and needed to just cu-....

Devin was happy to drop her off. He gave her a kiss as her let her out of the car, having enjoyed about 60 percent of that blowjob. His pubes hurt a bit too. One question sat on his mind: did women wear diapers when they were on their periods? Huh, he'd have to ask his friends, because he definitely saw Alexa's diaper as he played with her nipples....

Chapter 36

"Do you want to tell me what exactly THIS..." Diana had a dramatic flair about her when she was in mom mode, pointing to the box which sat opened on Alexa's not-a-crib. The box was opened and laid out like the police were showing off evidence. A vibrating wand, the invoice and receipt, even a little warranty card. "...IS?"

Alexa gulped. "It's my massager?"

Diana was not born yesterday. Alexa was also a terrible liar. "Alexa Eve Johnson, the last time I spanked you because I was mad at you. This time I'm really considering spanking you because you just lied to me. This is...." She checked if the door was shut. "...a vibrator! What in the world do you need this for? Even after our conversation yesterday?"

Alexa tried to put everything back in the box, to hide her shame a bit. "I ordered it before that conversation. You make a good point...I...well I figured there was no issue with it. I mean, I'd keep it away from your kids obviously. I'm not sure why you opened my package."

Diana did her classic rub of the temple, and then her arms came to her side, the classic disappointed mother she so often used on Alexa. "I didn't open it, my children did on accident. Well, they almost did, they were about 5 seconds away from seeing it. That's my point, you really should be more careful about this stuff."

"But they are YOUR kids looking through MY stuff. That's private!" Alexa bemoaned, sitting on the crib, enjoying the cushy feeling.

Diana softened a bit. "I understand Alexa. My kids, well, yeah they shouldn't go through your things. Or anyones. I'm just saying when you live in a family setting like this, it's hard to keep secrets. I'm sorry for being a bit frustrated with you, I...well, the news with James isn't good." Diana found herself sitting next to Alexa, playing with the girls soft hair.

"What's wrong?" Alexa asked, confused a bit.

"Well, he's recovering! They figured out the condition he has, and he'll live. But he needs treatment every two weeks minimum for the foreseeable future, and this Province's hospital is the only one who can really give that type of care." Alexa rubbed Diana's back, trying her best to comfort the woman.

"Diana, it isn't my house, but you know I'm always here to help you however I can. Let me know what you need support on." Alexa smiled, her braces twinkling brightly in the setting sun of the room, her glasses reflecting back Diana's look to her.

"Thank you Alexa. Could you...oh gosh, I'm being so obsessive, maybe I shouldn't go see him again." Diana said, biting her lip. "I just was at the hospital this morning and afternoon!"

"Diana, go to see your husband. I'll watch the kids. Promise you that there will be minimal painted walls or burnt things in the stove." Alexa grinned again, with Diana chuckling back.

"Deal. Now, I'll just hold onto this in my room, but when you want him back, just ask..." Diana said, not giving Alexa a chance to respond before flipping up her dress. "...now, do you need a change?"

"Noooooo. I held it for my date. But I really couldn't, uhm...." Alexa bashfully looked at her cute white socks.

"Couldn't use the bathroom?" Diana asked bluntly. Alexa just responded with a nod. "Oh, I'm sure it's just switching up from whatever junk you ate before to my delicious cooking. Well, after I'm back, if it keeps happening, maybe we'll figure out what's going on. You might just need some more fiber in your life. Before I go, I'll get you some water and a supplement." Diana had a way to be funny even as she was so dry.

By supplement, Diana meant laxative, but Alexa need not know what did not hurt her. She gulped the water down with ease.

Diana gave Alexa a quick hug, giving her some time to change out from her sundress into something more comfortable. Alexa changed as quick as she could, getting distracted by a text from Devin as she stripped down, throwing on a cute tight pink camisole which had worked its way into her wardrobe. She heard the garage door open, but not shut. That felt odd to her. Then, she heard what sounded like a yelp. Then, she heard what sounded like a woman's voice who was neither child nor Diana speaking out, somewhat muffled. Alexa went on red alert, slowly cracking open her door. Clad in just her diaper and camisole, she snuck forward, almost going down the steps, before having a flashback to one of her random moments with Carol.

***

"You know, if you ever wanna really feel some pain, I have a taser and pepper spray." Carol said, opening up the top drawer of her night stand to show Alexa.

"Woah, that's kind of cool actually. Those things are massive, I've only ever seen the key chain pepper sprays." Alexa said, the weight of both weighing down her hand.

"Right! Paul has a friend from the police department. They tried them on each other. Guys, right?" Carol said lightly, her giggling infectious.

"Guys!" Alexa said with a laugh.

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Her flashback over, Alexa felt both of the objects in her hand. The taser gun felt unwieldy. They were in the same spots as before. Neither had an instruction manual, but it wasn't like Alexa had the time for that either. She was certain by this point someone was in the house, and she was not eager to go down without a fight. Shaking like a leaf, she crawled forward, looking over the banister to see what exactly was going on. A crack of lightning made her almost yelp. Pee dribbled into her diaper.

There was a woman in a ski-mask, seemingly trying to talk to the pack of crying children. She had some implement in her

"Don't worry sweeties, mom is back!" She cautioned, picking one of the girls up. "That mean woman won't hurt you ever again." Joan squirmed away, running back from the woman.

Alexa realized this woman wasn't as tall as Diana, but she still out-matched her size wise. Until the police came, Alexa was on her own; she had to be tactical here. Element of surprise, right? Thats what they would use in the movies. The woman kept cajoling the kids to relax and stop crying, that their real mom was here now. Alexa finally got down the steps, the very last one almost creaking, as she saw what looked like a bit of blood near the garage door. Holy fuck. What in the world was happening?

Alexa didn't have a chance to figure out, with the bigger woman seeming to feel a presence behind her. "Who in the fuck are you?" The masked woman made moves towards Alexa, closing the distance in what felt like seconds.

Alexa didn't stop spraying the pepper spray till the woman was on the ground writhing and screaming like a banshee. It took more than she thought. Not ready to contemplate, what she'd just done, Alexa jumped as another crack of lightning filled the house with noises other than crying or screaming. Not wanting to scare the children further, Alexa tried to relax them, telling them all to go to their rooms and lock the door. In the chaos, it took a second, and her legs quaked. The blood near the garage door. Diana's blood, she bet.

Her need for the bathroom hit her again. So did her need to cry from the stress of whatever the hell was going on. But she had to be strong.

All of the children were sobbing about whatever was going on. Confused, scared, asking where their parents were. Alexa tried her best to be a force to calm them down. She escorted them upstairs, having them lock their doors, telling them all to stay on the phone with the police. Alexa was just as scared of them. She'd just sprayed a woman point blank with pepper spray!

Rain was pouring so heavily on the house that Alexa wondered if the world was ending. Another crack of lightning meant another round of pee into her diaper. One of the windows had been shattered, making the rain sound even louder. Whoever the woman was, she still was writhing on the ground in the pain, asking who the hell Alexa even was.

The garage looked like a small slice of carnage had occurred there. Diana had a flat tire, and right in front of it, a pool of crimson blood pervaded the area. A heavy gust from the outside made Alexa shiver, realizing what she was in, but having no time to change or do anything but go forward. The street, lights not having turned on just yet, was pitch black except for a running car at the end of the drive-way. It was a sleek black van. Internally, it seemed to be rocking to and fro, as if someone were inside. The heavy darkness and rain obscured the fact, until the figure moved towards Alexa, that there was a hulking mass around the van. He had just shut the back doors of the van.

It was a big man. That was the only way to describe. His mask didn't fit him properly, and he was carrying a big baseball bat. Big as the only thought Alexa had.

"WHO IN THE FUCK ARE YOU!?!" He screamed towards her.

He had noticed Alexa quickly, the garage light giving her away. Whatever distance was between them closed very quickly, and Alexa felt herself quacking, the taser unsteady in her hands. He readied his wooden baseball bat and Alexa readied hers. Terror was all she felt as she squeezed the trigger.

At 5 feet apart, and on maximum settings, taser beats baseball bat. It was no perfect victory, with the man whipping the baseball bat at Alexa's head at the last second. Hard metal made contact with her skull. But even then, with all the pain of that, Alexa had triumphed over the man. He was writhing on the ground, seizing up, screaming in pain, gnashing his teeth. Blood poured from her forehead, and Alexa felt a ringing in her ears. Pepper spray covered the mans face while Alexa ran past him.

She reached the van very quickly. The rocking hadn't stopped. What was new was the sound of screaming, muffled as it may have been, which could be heard. Rain was pounding the entire area, making it hard to see in the van, but Alexa knew. Checking behind her one last time (the man seemed down for the count), she threw open the door to the van.

Chapter 38

It had happened so quick. Diana noticed one of her cars tires was flat, which was really odd, especially since just a hour before it was fine. Squatting down to check it out a bit more, she heard a whistle through the air just as the hairs on her neck alerted her. Dazed and terrified, Diana felt herself being tied up in a hogtie in a few seconds, a twang in the mans voice alerting her to who it was.

"Miss me Dede?" Diana began to try to scream, but her mouth had already been filled by a gag.

Her ex-husband.

He picked her up with ease, passing by James' ex-wife who shot Diana dirty looks. Diana's squirming did little but tire her out. In short order, she was thrown into the back of the van, in a soundproof section of the thing which barely contained her. As if to mock her situation, a pocket knife she had given to her ex-husband as a gift early into their relationship lay beside her. Out of reach and impossible to utilize.

Then she heard screaming, and her crying worsened. A pitter patter of feet came up to the van, and for a brief moment, Diana felt dread as she thought that they were kidnapping her children. The back of the van opened up, and there stood....

Alexa.

She was shaking and timorous, her hair soaking wet and stuck to her blood-caked face, tears welling at the corner of both of her eyes. In front of Diana, in her diaper and shirt, both having soaked into her skin, she hardly appeared to be the savior she would later turn out to be, but Alexa was trying her best.

"Diana, th-thank god. You're alive. I..." Alex seemed to let the dam break in tears, her shaking worsening, fearing overtaking her. Diana tried to scream, to tell Alexa to cut her out of her bindings first, which the girl seemed to take note of. The pocket knife was a bit big in Alex's hand, and she was unwieldy with it, but...she made it work.

Diana was free, and Alexa gave her the biggest hug one could imagine. "Al-Alexa, oh my god. Are the kids alright? Are you alright? Are you?" A twin pair of screams broke the moment. Alexa dropped her weapons.

Both of the people Alexa had just been put down were up again, and they looked pissed. Royally pissed. They were charging the couple, and Alexa felt her whole bottom shake as she let lose her bowels into the diaper, literally scared shitless. Alexa could feel it. This was it. She didn't have enough time to grab either weapon. Scrambling to do it didn't help her either. She was about to die.... Until a rush of sirens, and a few neighbors opening their door, finally hearing the commotion, stopped both of them in their tracks. Police officers rushed out of their cars, surrounding the pair very quickly.

It was all over.

Chapter 39

Alexa sat in a patrol car, covered in one of the detectives jackets, shaking not just from the icy cold weather. She tried her best not to feel bad for herself, after all, she could only imagine what the kids were feeling like. Diana had broken off into a run to check on the children, while one of the detectives tried talking to her. A pair of detectives actually, neither believing that Alexa was a fully grown adult woman.

"Now sweetie, tell us what happened..." The female detective, blonde and looking annoyed to be in the rain, asked Alexa. Detective Arellano, the man, tried a different tactic as one of the EMTs cleaned Alexa's head wound.

"Sis, that isn't how you do it. Sweetie, what's your name?"

Diana came out of the house with two kids in hand and three holding onto her, handing them off to the EMTs. Alexa was mute, staring down at the ground. Jesus, what was her life in the past few days? Once her kids were handed off to the EMTs for check-ups, Diana sprinted her way over to Alexa.

"Ma'am, your daughters alright, it doesn't seem to be too deep. She may have a concussion though, we are worried about that." The EMT said to her. Diana ignored him, hugging Alexa deeply.

"She's not my daughter, but I appreciate the update. Just so you all know, Alexa is a fully grown woman, and is responsible for putting down both of those monsters." Diana said, with one of the cops having missed the memo and walking from two arrested ex's and chortling.

"My god, I need you to raise my kids to shoot as straight as your little girl! David and goliath. Never seen it in all my years of policing." The older constable said, easing some of the tension. When Diana explained that Alexa was actually quite the adult, he smiled even wider. "Well hell kid, the police department is always hiring!"

Alexa had yet to speak, still really taken aback by it all, but she appreciated that Diana stayed with her as the EMTs talked to her. They weren't sure if she actually had a concussion, but they wanted her to come in the next day just to be checked out, just to be safe. It made sense to Alexa. Everything calmed down after a bit, after the squad cars had left and Alexa sat on the curb, sort of contemplating what was going on in her head. The fact she was in a messy diaper and barely clothed hardly registered to her. She just saw her reflection in a puddle and she looked rough.

"You need a change, that's for sure." Diana said, trying to break the ice a bit. Alexa didn't nibble at the joke. She wasn't really interacting with anything at all, truth be told.

It was a stressful night, and Diana didn't make an attempt to force the girl to speak. A shower, a change and a bit of choked conversations later - that's what Alexa needed. She was out like a light.

****

Sometimes, when stress builds up so much in a person, it expresses itself in a variety of ways. Alexa had had a hell of a week. It seemed to Diana, who was no expert, that her stress outlet was sleeping. Alot. Sunrise. Alexa was dead to the world. The rest of the kids were up. Alexa was on another planet. Diana took the kids to the hospital to see their dad. Alexa wasn't even woken up. Diana made a nice breakfast. Alexa was...

Humping the day lights out of the pillow that was on her bed. She wasn't really fully awake. Instead, she was half-zombie, half-rutting beast, groaning and moaning with her eyes shut and her hands playing with her nipples. Diana had to wake the girl up to get her off the pillow!

"Alexa! Alexa!" Diana said, shaking the girl, who only moaned louder from her shaking. It broke her stupor. Stopping her gasping, she came to her senses, a bit wide eyed and confused.

"What's wrong? I'm" Alexa looked down at herself, realizing she was covered in spittle and had a beyond full diaper. Worst of all - she was so horny. She had been having a dream about Devon, and he was so wonderful in it.

Diana put her hand on Alexa's shoulder. "Were you having a wet dream? I...well, at least the kids aren't here." It was hard to feel grossed out by the woman who just saved your children. Still, Alexa needed an outlet. That's of course where Diana jumped the shark, at least from Alexa's point of view. "Well, lay back down, I'll be right back."

So Alexa did just that. She figured Diana meant for her to fall back asleep, which she slowly did, the heat between her legs not disappearing. Until she heard Diana cough awkwardly, vibrator in hand.

"I was thinking about this, and I realized that until you get a boyfriend, the best way for me to help you handle your desires is help teach you how to manage them. I don't want you waking up humping your pillow everyday after all." Diana said with all the seriousness in the world. Before Alexa got her two cents in, she flipped the wand on, and pressed it right into Alexa's diaper; she worked it like a pro, finding Alexa's weak spots and targeting them. Alexa meanwhile went limp, both shocked and pleased, just groaning and shaking as Diana pressed the wand into her diaper.

It didn't take Alexa long to feel the need to cum. It took her long to cum, just from the fact she had a diaper in between her and the vibrator, but when she finally crested that high, it was glorious. Above all, it felt like she was riding a wave that would never end. Her whole body tightened and she screamed so loudly she was worried a house over might call the police back. Her body tingled forever after.

"Did that feel good?" Diana asked with a self satisfying smirk.

"G-God...yes!" Alexa said, pressing her body back into the wand as if greedily wanting more, panting. Her mittens grabbed the wand. Diana tutted a bit and pulled back.

"Now don't be greedy or...uhm...misunderstand this. This is just so you aren't going around humping every corner you see, alright? Just uhm, when you are horny and the boys aren't calling, your new best friend might just handle it instead." She wagged the wand at that last sentence; she then unceremoniously departed the room before Alexa could impart much on her. Sure, it was a bit odd the woman who once had called her a pervert for wearing diapers was now making her cum and talking about her "new best friend".

A different discussion for a different day at a different time. Or however the saying went.

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Diana had a busy day packed in for Alexa, with her husband seemingly healthily enough to deal with the children meaning Alexa was all alone with the woman.

Diana had this pain in her eyes that Alexa wasn't sure how to deal with, relating only by putting her hand on the woman's during breakfast. It seemed to calm her down a bit, jumping her into action to get Alexa her breakfast and a pile of pills.

"Something to help with your dearth of fiber, something to help with constipation, a probiotic for your gut..." Diana explained as Alexa chowed down. Once she was all finished, Diana cleared the table, returning with a gigantic (or what looked gigantic) spoon filled with a thick liquid that looked akin to olive oil. "Open up."

It tasted like fish. But the worst part of a fish.

"Yuck! That's terrible." Alexa bemoaned as Diana poured the remainder back into the bottle.

"Fish oil, good for you. You'll have that daily while I'm here." Diana said as she gave Alexa some water to wash it down.

"Heh, doubt it..." Alexa muttered to herself as she chugged the water Diana pushed in front of her.

****

"The Doctor's on a Sunday!?!?! Diana, I don't wanna go, I just wanted to relax today!" Alexa bemoaned, stuck in her carseat in the back of the very empty minivan. It was nice, having that much space and all, but it was a bit awkward sitting that far back. Why couldn't Diana just move the seat up? She wondered as much

"Alexa. I..." Diana had to word this carefully. Alexa was blocking out her memories of yesterday, or wasn't thinking on it. "...we both need to get checked out, you know that. It's for both of us. Besides, afterwards we are getting you your business woman clothes!"

Alexa lost that battle, especially once Diana had finished triple-buckling her into the car-seat, put her headphones on, and then put a show on. In her cute dress borrowed right from Joan, she looked positively adorable, especially as she sprawled out. The drive gave Diana time to consider. Time to think. Alexa had saved her kids lives. Alexa, the girl who couldn't even keep her underwear clean! It was no insult, just the truth. Well, Diana knew the one way she could pay back Alexa for everything.

By taking care of her better than she ever might anyone else on the face of the earth. That was the least she deserved.

****

"Well, besides for some rope burns, you actually came out relatively unscathed. No concussion or anything." The doctor said, wheeling her chair around Diana as she gave her naked body one last look over. They were in a big clinic, one even further away than her husband's, with both Alexa and Diana stripped to their underwear sitting thigh to thigh. They'd offered separate appointments but Alexa was disinterested (the game on her tablet was more fun) and Diana just wanted to get out of the hospital quicker. It was a contrast, Alexa in a pee soaked diaper and Diana in her practical yet sexy underwear.

Then the doctor turned to Alexa, her scan results next to Diana's. "You though missy..." Alexa's thighs felt clammy on the fake leather of the outfit, but Diana's warmed them up a bit. "...I'm a bit concerned all things considered that you do have a concussion. Let's just perform a test or two...."

Alexa failed every single one of them, to varying degrees. Even balancing would show a slight wobble.

"As I thought, you likely had some negative impact to your motor functions from the impact to your skull. I think with rest and some physical therapy, you'll be back to tip top shape in no time. Now, the other part of this is..." She looked at Alexa's eyes then her wet diaper. Was she smiling?

"Your file marks you as incontinent. Is that still true?"

"NO-NO!" Alexa yelped. She just had accidents...a lot. "I am not incontinent, I..."

"Do you use the toilet or diapers more commonly? It's just for healthcare purposes, we aren't the toilet police." The doctor scribbled more on a pad.

"She is medically incontinent." Diana answered, finished getting dressed.

The doctor nodded. "Understood. Would you like your diapers weekly, bi-weekly, or monthly? It's paid for by your insurance."

"Uh-uhm, I don't need diapers! I just temporarily am on a bad streak." Alexa said. Her head hurt a bit. She felt cornered and a bit scared. Why were they both talking about her intimates like that? "Besides, I use cloth diapers..."

The doctor nodded. "Ah, environmentally conscious. Unfortunately it doesn't necessarily matter. I'll just put weekly for disposables. Thankfully for you, your insurance covers baby powder as well as disposables." The doctor said, turning to Diana.

"Oh, she's not on my insurance. She has her own." The doctor bit her lip. "Alexa, I imagine you can get dressed. Do you want to show her your insurance card?"

Alexa gave her coverage to the Doctor, who put in the numbers and smiled.

"Good thing you let me know! Now, weekly. Someone from the company will get in contact with you."

After that, both women left the Doctors office, Alexa itching for a change. Shed soaked straight through the diaper.

"Diana, did you bring any diapers?"

Diana sighed. "Didn't you pack a bag? I thought...." Her sigh was fake, as she tickled Alexa's side. "Just kidding, I packed your diaper bag for you this morning."

And it looked the part of a diaper bag. It lie somewhere between a very large satchel and a very ugly purse, covered in floral designs which looked faded. Alexa didn't complain much at being changed in the boot of the car. She did, however, raise an eyebrow at Diana putting something in the diaper as she put it on her.

"Boosters. Alexa, you are wearing diapers designed for people a fourth of your age and with a bladder that's even smaller. You pee through these like it's no tomorrow. Trust me, you want these." Diana said, layering a few of them.

Alexa took in the feeling of having some extra padding in a diaper. The thing sagged a bit already, sculpting around her ass. Her waddle was just a bit more pronounced with the extra occupied space between her legs. Still, she felt a bit re-assured. She had almost peed through her diaper on that drive. Which was Diana's fault! She put on that distracting show.

"S-sorry. I, uhm, yeah having a big water bottle like that definitely didn't help me!" Alexa said as Diana fussed over pulling up her diaper cover and smoothing out her dress. Diana had given her one of those water bottles which weighed you down when you held it, the thing seeking to contain an infinite amount of water.

Diana shook her head and patted Alexa's bum. "Lexi, I don't think it was the water bottle. You could've told me you needed the potty. Now, let's get you some suits!"

Alexa didn't argue much, instead sucking on the cute yellow straw as she was buckled in. Touche Diana, Touche...

Chapter 41

"No!" Alexa screamed out, stomping her feet. She'd received a call from Mr Yawena while walking into the mall. As she had been stepping up on the curb, she'd lost her balance, toppling forward and sprawling out. Her hands had released their contents, meaning her phone flew across the small little park - right into a water fixture. By the time she pulled the poor thing out of the fountain, it was so full of water that waving it around just covered Alexa in it.

Alexa was pissed. Sad too. She felt tears bubbling at her eyes, with Diana pulling her into a tight hug.

"Why does nothing go my way!" Alexa had her meltdown in Diana's arms, freaking out at her phone breaking. She was squirming and stomping. It was short lived, with Diana's soothing voice calming the girl down just enjoy to propose a plan to fix the issue.

"Yeah. Free replacement on your plan. Comes with a case too." The bored looking pimpley teenager said to Diana.

"Right! We'll do that right away! Can you transfer my data? Let me see the cases you have. Oh, I like that one!" The now peppy Alexa said, hopping immediately over to the case section.

Diana worked out the details for the girl. Since she was technically under her plan now, it meant it was actually Diana's phone but leased to Alexa. It meant all the parental controls already semi-established on Alexa's old device were now ramped up to 11. In fact, she could even put an administrator password on the phone for anything other than calling, texting and scrolling approved websites... Which would probably be a good thing and encourage the girl to use her phone less!

Alexa chose a cute but modest case, with Diana vetoing the case due it providing no protection beyond a thin film of plastic. They found a similiar looking case which promised durable protection against even the toughest drops. It had a cute little unicorn thing on the top, and a dangle for charms and the like on its bottom half. It felt like it doubled the weight of the phone, but at least it'd stop another repeat event. That, and a screen protector. Alexa was back to normal in no time, and with a better phone than previously.

"Thanks a lot Diana!" Alexa said, calling back Mr Yawena and explaining the situation.

Her diaper cover peaked under the bottom of her outfit, but Diana didn't bother to say anything. It was cute after all. And the waddle would give it away to those that it mattered to.

***

"Alexa, you can't imagine someone giving fashion advice is going to give you good advice if you're hiding your body like a vestal virgin. Let them both see what you're working with." Diana said, Alexa wilted n her resistance.

As a slight gift to the under developed young woman, Diana had coordinated time with the best of the best in fashion advice for fashionable young women. Alexa, of course, was having none of this whole "strip down so we can help you" business and was hiding in the dressing room. The twins didn't seem plusses by the whole thing. Gradually they got the dressing room curtain from Alexas grasp and revealed her naked body. Naked except for a diaper cover.

"Diapers?" The brother asked.

"Not any worse than one of our clients who insisted he should be commando..." The sister responded.

"Yeah, but only when it was you and his wife in the room."

Alexa let her guard down after that joke, allowing herself to try on a variety of pants, pantsuits, dresses, skirts, skorts, jeans, suits, and everything in between. They had to get some modified just a bit due to her rather...large "bottom". They worked through it, even applauding Alexa a bit as she grew more comfortable and able to show off for everyone.

"Your style is loose bottoms, tight tops, and a loose jacket. I believe it!" Diana said, earning nods at her statement.

Alexa finished with bags heavier than her when you combined it all. Having a nice company credit line made them feel light as a feather though.

"Have you really never modeled before? I mean, you're practically a natural once you get past the stage fright. You'd be great for us." One of the siblings said, the other finishing the sentence. They were less two separate people and more one person expressed in two bodies.

"Well, uhm, that's really kind! I'm not sure I deserve that praise, but I appreciate it." Alexa said, needing the bathroom.

"Wait, wait, before you go. Can you please model our fall catalogue. One or two outfits tops. It'd be perfect. You can show off the tween look without actually having to deal with the hiccups of a tween."

Alexa felt slightly offended by that assumption, but let it slide off her.

One or two outfits, that was it!

It was, it turned out, it. Diana had booked three hours, just because it was paradoxically cheaper than two. They'd only used half that for Alexa's try on, meaning that they had a whole hour and more for the whole catalogue to be tried on, photographed, and more. Alexa didn't make it ten minutes into that chunk of time before filling her diaper to the brim, her meek requests for the bathroom drowned out in the fun of the three other adults. Her moment of shock wa obvious to Diana, who stood up.

"Alexa needs a change quick, do you mind giving us some privacy?"

Alexa didn't argue, her face blushing and her bottom sagging deep. It'd come like a lightning bolt followed by several minutes of thunder. She barely had a chance to hold her need before her diaper was at its limit. The privacy the twins gave was just huddling around making more outfits for the girl; Alexa relished the feeling of Diana using wet wipes on her, reminded of the morning when Diana had pressed the wa-...

"Alexa, why didn't you say anything. This is..." Diana raised her nose. She was happy to take care of Alexa. But changing a messy diaper wasn't fun, cute or cool. "...a lot."

Alexa was bright red. "I know I know! I'm sorry. I really am. I was trying to tell you I needed the bathroom, but you all weren't really listening. What should I have done!"

Diana used a full pack of wet wipes cleaning her, before signing. "Next time, just interrupt everyone or walk to me and say you need the potty. No one will mind. Or take yourself, if you feel comfortable." Diana cooled and taped Alexa into her third change of the day, the marker making it obvious.

Alexa nodded like it was revolutionary information. "Alright..."

It was back to business once the change was done. Fall included such a wide plethora of outfits that Alexa wasn't limited by that fact - she was moreso limited by the diaper strapped to her lips, leading to mostly loose dresses and jeans. By the end, the twins were making Diana and Alexa promise to come back, with some changes into panties promised so Alexa could wear some tighter pants.

The check hit Diana's account by the time Alexa was strapped into her car seat. A nice bump, which she sent all to Alexa.

Chapter 42

Alexa lay on the sofa next to Diana, the woman texting her husband while Alexa leaned on her shoulder. Her phone began buzzing.

"Is this Alexa Johnson?" A voice asked over the phone.

"Yes, this is her." Alexa replied. Who could it be?

"Perfect. This is Paddington's Logistics. I'm following that you will be getting weekly diaper deliveries services by our company. Just a few questions then I'll let you be on your way. Do you have time for that?"

Alexa answered in the affirmative once more.

"Perfect!" A script was definitely behind this phonecall. "So, what color would you like? Blue, pink, a mixture, or some other color? We also have white, but that's our least popular!"

"Uhm, a mixture?" Alexa asked.

"Perfect! Next, would you like discreet packaging or are you fine how they come? That isn't covered by your insurance, so it'll be about 5 dollars a week for that."

"No, I'll skip that." How obvious could these be?

"Perfect! Next, would you like to sign up for our complimentary point system? You earn points for each delivery. With enough points you could...."

Alexa rushed to end the phone call and was happy once it was over. Barely was she finished before Diana's phone rang. Yet the phonecall was for her.

"I just got Alexa Johnson's dental work. I need her to come in. We're concern about some grinding marks we see on her teeth. Please schedule some time at my office this week."

More appointments, more complicated, more to do! So much more. And even then, Alexa was....

"Carols calling!" Alexa yelped, giddy. It must've been the morning over there for her.

Carol was sobbing on the phone call, showcasing what looked to be a new ring on her finger.

"ALEXA! HE WANTS TO RENEW OUR VOWS! AND HE WANTS TO HAVE A WHOLE NEW WEDDING. YOU HAVE TO BE ONE OF MY BRIDESMAID." Carol said, rambling and crying at the sunset, bumbling out words.

Then Carol said something that made Alexas stomach drop from butterflies. "And he even bought us a new house out here! Can you come to the ceremony? It's next week!"

Normal. That's the only way to describe Alexa's entire morning. She woke up in a normal state (used diaper), ate a normal breakfast (one which she was certain was too many calories), had her 'normal' supplements, did her normal chores (unpinning her diapers for one), and had her normal ride in (in the daycare bus). Alexa work a normal new outfit she had just bought. At the daycare, it was a normal experience (thankfully she had yet to deal with the old lady again). It was all so normal until she got to work.

"Hey Ms Johnson, we're going to have to have you move you to one of the offices. It's an upgrade if you ask me, better than this open floor plan nonsense." One of the higher-ups said to her just as she was putting her backpack and lunchbox down. "We're shifting any third party personnel off the floor and into their own space."

Alexa smiled. Her own office, sweet! And sweet it was, much too big and important looking for her current role. It looked like it previously had windows, but that it's previous inhabitant had had them covered in thick wood. Pretty nonetheless. And she didn't have to worry about anyone seeing what she was doing.

She snapped a pic for Diana of her new office, and sent one to Carol as well, enjoying getting herself situated.

Nice, now you can change yourself in private. Don't think I forgot that you haven't been sending me those pictures of you in your diapers - Diana

Her day was dreadfully normal after that message, which made her blush. People to bug, emails to read and delete, and her first week of college work to (not so sneakily) work on on the side. She'd missed her first actual class, so she had to catch up on the assignments a bit.

Of course, it was some relief to be in the new office when she proceeded to fill her diaper to the absolute brim while on a work call. Alexa hadn't meant to hold it that long. Locking the door, she waddled over to her backpack, full as it was of changing supplies. It'd been awhile since she had to change herself like this, but it was somewhat of a relief to be in control of herself as she was right now.

The relief was short lived as she realized disposal of the diaper would be the harder part, which led to her wrapping it in plastic bags and sneaking out on her lunch break to throw it in a dumpster. She probably needed a better way to deal with that part of it all, she supposed.

"Uhm, I need to use the bathrrrr......" Alexa said the words as Diana was dealing with drivers which had been sent by some evil deity she may have wronged. Strapped as she was in her car seat, Alexa couldn't do much but her whining, which Diana gave no response to except a strong yell when a car pulled so close to her she had to slam on her breaks.

"Holy shi-....s h i t." Diana said, stumbling for a second, before remembering she had a child in the car and stopping herself from swearing. Wait, she just had Alexa in the car, she could swear...probably.

Diana's sudden slam on the breaks had thrown Alexa forward, right into the straps of her car seat which kept her legs open. They dug right into her flesh, stinging just a bit, just a bit too tight on the girl, causing her to yelp and proceed to have an accident right into her diaper. It was the damn belt which caused it, not her poor potty training! A blush filled her face. The explanation made her blush even more.

"Oh Alexa..." Diana said, pulling the elastic waistband of her suit to check. Yeah, she needed a change. "At least you held it until I was here, right?"

"R-right. I had it until you slammed on the breaks in the car seat!" Alexa said, only somewhat meaning it.

"Huh, maybe we need to get you a bigger car-seat, then." Diana said, making a note on her phone.

"I don't even need a car-seat, that's just absurd..." She grumbled to herself, before snapping to attention at Diana's efficient process.

"We don't have time for that grumbling. I'm taking all the kids out tonight. James will be picking you up. Now, grab your ankles...." Diana said, plopping Alexa on the trunk of the car by her armpits and cleaning her very efficiently. "...and here we go!" Diana said with a smile, working the schoolgirls outfit onto Alexa, the itchy factor not having gone away.

"While you were at work today, I even got you this. Look, perfect disguise for your diapers!" Diana said, pulling them out of the bag which looked full of other things Alexa decided she would not be eager to identify.

A pair of baby bloomers with the same pattern as the schoolgirl's skirt, making her diaper not less evident, but just a bit better disguised. Although, once she was wearing it and standing in front of a mirror later in the evening, she'd feel it just made her stick out more, because people would stare and wonder why her skirt, if viewed at the right angle, had some inner lining. Hopefully no one stared that much.

Diana smiled, pulling them up on Alexa, patting her on them bum, enjoying the sight of the girl in the schoolgirl's outfit and with the bloomers. The frills fluttered in the wind. Cute, that's all you needed to describe them.

"Also, Alexa, I know Little Tykes dropped you off one time here that one time. They offered a special route for you when you need to come here for evening classes. Nice, right?" Diana said with a smile, the convenience of it more for her than Alexa, who nodded all the same.

***

There was no drama, there was no real focus on Alexa - today. She proceeded through the class hidden in a corner, observing, taking notes, trying her best to hide better than even a wallflower.

The administration which had asked her to take one for the team and sit in on the class hated it. Despised it in fact. They talked to her after, alone and waiting for her evening college class to start. They wanted involvement. They wanted Alexa to become a valuable member of the class so that they might get more and more data. There was a frenzied air to it all. Questions if she could come twice a week instead of one. Alexa didn't feel like she had the power to resist, promising to do as asked.

Alexa changed into a nice outfit Diana had prepared for her from Jodie's wardrobe, deciding that it was just mature enough that she felt comfortable wearing it amongst fellow adults. The class flew by, Alexa only having a minute of embarrassment when her voice, which was slowly recovering, squeaked when she tried answering a question.

No one really paid her any mind though. Everyone was busy and focused on themselves. Alexa sank into her seat, just enjoying the sensation of not being noticed.

Especially in a wet diaper.

****

James looked so much better than the last time Alexa had seen him. His eyes lit up when he noticed Alexa walking out of the classes, waving her down from a really nice sports car which didn't necessarily fit the pack of children the couple had. Which, by deductive reasoning, meant that they had thr-...

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes!" James shouted, picking the woman up and squeezing her so tightly that if it were a slapstick movie, she was sure she'd have pooped herself.

"Alexa, I just have to say, thank god you have been in our families life. I mean you saved my life, and then holy shit, you put my ex-wife down like nobodies business." He said with a cheeky grin, taking her hand almost paternally to guide her to the car. "My lawyers wouldn't want me to say that, but I just want you to do, she got what was coming to her. I really can't thank you enough Alexa, words won't mean anything for what I mean."

Alexa wasn't sure how to take the usually jovial man acting in such a way. It was almost endearing to see him opening up, if not for such a serious subject that Alexa had been repressing for so long.

"Well, uh, thank you? I uhm...I was really scared but I tried my best. I feel terrible that she even got inside, and that well, I was reallyscaredyouweregoingtodie!" Alexa said as she slipped into the sports car, enjoying sitting in the front seat.

"If you weren't there, I would've. Oh, Diana said not to let you sit in the front seat, something about buying a car seat for you?" James said it so seriously. Alexa was mortified. Diana, telling people she needed a carseat? Sure, he was her husband, but he was also a rather attractive man saying that. The bashful girl looked back at the small compartment to see nothing. James gave her a grin full of teeth and snark. "Then again, I am not always the best listener, am I?"

James zipped out of the school's parking lot and made it home in record time, Alexa feeling butterflies the whole way. It was such a cool experience, finally getting to sit in the front seat, having conversation with the man about anything.

He let her inside, asking if she was hungry before conceding he might not be the best chef and ordering some takeout for the both of them. James came upstairs with Alexa, a bit slow on the steps, leaning against the door to her bedroom a bit awkwardly.

"Weird question for you - why did Diana have me moving over a bunch of Jodie's clothes to your room? I mean, no complaints if you're donating them, I just was curious." James asked. Alexa looked around, seeing big plastic totes fill the room; she put 2 and 2 together quickly.

Alexa fidgeted. "Well, uhm, I lost a bunch of my clothes while they were being shipped overseas. So, uhm, Diana offered to give me the clothes that Jodie didn't want."

A lightbulb went off in the DILFs (when Alexa was horny, as she was now, she'd call him that mentally) head. "Right! I thought she was being hyperbolic, and she's been out all day, doing things and managing stuff, so I wasn't sure if she just was using her usual sardonic humor."

Alexa shrugged. That made sense. Diana could be a hard read sometimes. James beamed at her while typing on his phone. "Not sure if the wife told you this, but I run our neighborhoods charity coordination group. It's too easy for me to put up a message and ask all the neighborhood parents what they could give. Consider it done! Also, Diana said I had to take you to a dentists appointment tomorrow morning?"

James, much like his wife, didn't seem to wait for responses, leaving Alexa in the dust while he took a business phone-call. That suited her just fine - it actually gave her the first chance in a long time to USE the bathroom before she had an accident. It was close, and she was already in a wet diaper, but it still was an accomplishment. High on her own success, Alexa called Carol. It would be her...morning, right?

Carol looked half awake when Alexa rang, not having been woken by the woman but nursing a cup of tea while waves lapped at the nearby shore. She was happy to talk with Alexa, saying that she and the hubbie had actually just been getting back from a night out, and she was trying to fall asleep, but struggling just a bit. Alexa felt a bit embarrassed now, having told Carol she had good news.

"I, uhm, first time in awhile, I, uhm, you know, did it. I used a toilet." Alexa stumbled on her own words, the rush of pride replaced by the fact that she was in her twenties and proud of that. Carol didn't seem to mind.

"Alexa, that's great! Diana's been keeping me updated you know, just making sure you're okay, so it's wonderful that you're turning the corner. Do you think that you-..." A male hand grabbed Carol's shoulder, with flirty words being exchanged. "Honey, I'm on the phone, you dirty dog, I..." Carol got distracted quickly, leading to her putting the phone down. "Alexagottagoooooo!"

Alexa blushed and changed into her night-time outfit. Was Diana really telling Carol about her progress? After eating some takeout with James, of course. Diana had been considerate enough to lay it out for her. It was a onesie that was a dull pink and looking like it was NOT designed for someone Alexa's size. The thing also looked a bit worse for wear. Still, she put it on, struggling to contain the buttons around her crotch. The diaper bulged out just a bit, meaning it was like stuffing a too large pillow in an extra small case, but she managed. Besides, Alexa felt good about herself today - especially after seeing James in such good health.

Diana added to positive energy as she came upstairs, with Alexa telling her the great news that she had made it to the bathroom, no issues.

"This is a big win Alexa! Really, you need to be proud of yourself. It's great too, because I just bought this for you!" Diana said, brandishing a white board that fit perfectly on her door, and coating it in some mixtures of clouds, suns, and frowny faces before scribbling four words on the white board - ALEXAS POTTY TRAINING CHART.

Alexa was aghast. "I----DIANA, I DON'T NEED THAT!" She shouted, with the door luckily shut and Diana in a gracious mood.

"Alexa, before we have that discussion. Can you help me unload the car? I was out with the kids getting them a winter wardrobe reset and need help bringing their clothes in." Diana asked, with Alexa sheepishly providing a yes before pulling some loose fitting pajama pants on.

The kids were trying their best to "appear" like they were helping while the adults did the work of carrying everything in. Alexa sighed and did her normal routine of trying to fit twenty bags in one hand, dropping them off in the respective rooms. Diana thanked her for the help once it was over, then asked again for her help.

"James already moved a bunch of the kids stuff over, but Jodie asked if she could give you some clothes too. Isn't that nice?" Diana asked, getting Alexa to move the dozens of pieces of attire that both girls now offloaded onto her. There was, if Alexa was a poet, some irony in her bringing in big girl clothes for the kids while getting their hand-me downs.

Sigh, look on the bright side of it Alexa.

"Did you eat?" Diana asked, with Alexa mumbling out a tired yes and that she had take-out. Diana didn't like the idea that it was "all" Alexa had to eat, meaning Diana ended up cooking Alexa a second meal and making her scarf it down. Still, the meal was delicious, and Alexa's full belly thanked her for not refusing that part of Diana's offer.

"Diana, I wonder if maybe I don't need that char-*" Alexa was cut off by a plate with a Banana-Bran muffin on it, Diana smiling.

"I made these today, but you're the first to try the new recipe." Alexa lost that battle too, the muffin tasting delightful. Damnit Diana, stop being a good cook.

"Someone liked it." Diana said with an uncharacteristic wink. "I'll pack a few of those in your lunch box tomorrow."

Alexa nodded, enjoying that idea. She followed Diana upstairs to her bedroom, feeling drowsy and a bit like she was in a food coma. Sitting on the edge of her "not-a-crib", she was handed a big glass of warm milk by Diana, and then stripped of her covering pajama pants.

"D-Diana, I, I'm just not sure about needing a Potty Chart, I mean come on, I think I can do this...." Alexa said, trailing off as she gulped down the delicious milk.

"I know, I know Alexa. Listen. Can I be honest with you?" Diana asked, replacing the glass of milk with Alexa's big bottle of water and directing the straw into her lips. "You've saved the life of my entire family, literally more than once. I am in your debt. You are great at flipping on a dime. I am great at the whole motherhood piece. I think we can combine our powers and win out against this whole potty training issue you have. How about this, want to make a bet?" Diana asked.

"If you can go all of tonight, starting now, without using your diaper, no chart is needed and I'll owe you something big. If you lose the bet, we'll use a chart and you'll me a favor. How's that for putting my money where my mouth is?" Diana said. She gave Alexa a handful of supplements to swallow, and then a big helping of fish oil. "Swallow, before you answer."

Alexa, ever the prideful woman, nodded. She could do this. She DEFINITELY could win that bet. Don't use a diaper for 8 hours? Easy!

"You're on woman, can't wait to cash my win!" Alexa said with a wink back to her, shaking her hand on it.

Diana was actually really cool once you got to know her, Alexa thought to herself. Alexa kept thinking about what favor she would ask from Diana as she fell asleep. Ignoring all the external stimuli, Alexa lay in her crib, hearing nothing, unmoving, and imagining her victory.

Of course, she'd used her diaper before she even fully went to sleep, but that is a story for another time.

*****

Diana was not surprised when she won the bet. She was surprised, however, at catching Alexa humping her pillow so vigorously once again. More surprising was the collection of buttons which riddled the end of the crib, which confused her just a bit until she realized they came from the crotch area of the onesie Alexa was wearing. Alexa's accident had quite literally popped off those three poor buttons from the onesie, leaving it in tatters and exposing her well used diaper. Most surprising of all was a thumb in Alexa's mouth, which Diana knew was a bad sign. That's why she had to go to the dentist today!

Alexa, this time, did not wake up when Diana stopped her grinding and groaning. She didn't wake up at all, honestly, which suited Diana rather fine. Alexa got a scrubbing in the shower, a fresh new diaper (with more and more inserts), a cute outfit which could not, unfortunately be just "mistaken" as juvenile - it was. Maybe a bit less than juvenile. A pair of shortalls which bulged due to the diaper, wrapping around the thing like they were encasing it....Diana realized it wouldn't fly at Alexa's work. Sad, she changed the girl to an outfit which was a bit more appropriate - a similar pair of shortalls which did not so needlessly show off Alexa's diaper, emblazoned proudly with Hello Kitty. Alexa only woke up once she felt a shirt being pulled over the ensemble.

The girl patted herself down. "I-I won! I didn't use my diaper..."

Diana sighed. Oh, Alexa. "Alexa, you lost! I just finished changing your diaper and was putting you in a new outfit. Your proof is in that trashbag over there."

After the situation is explained to the borderline narcoleptic girl, Alexa looks down, defeated. Diana puts a hand on her shoulder and yawns. "Eh, don't be too rough on yourself. Besides, no time to waste. I need you to do your chores before James takes you to the dentist."

Alexa doesn't do anything but nod and smile.

Chapter 43

"Your fillings are just fine. However, Mrs Sauer, we do have to discuss Al-..."

"She's an adult woman, please address her first, I'm just here as a friend." James was too tired to take Alexa, guilt tripping Diana to do it.

"R-right." The dentist gave a small nod before facing his client. "So we are noticing what is basically evidence of teeth grinding. As in, during either the day or night-time, you're excessive grinding your teeth. We've caught it really really early on, but it's going to cause two things. For one, your braces might need to stay in longer. Second, especially at night, we'd highly recommend you utilize something like a mouth splint or night guard while you sleep. We can actually get them custom made in this office..." He looked down at his tablet. "Covered by your insurance as well. Delivered right to you, here."

Alexa nodded. Before she could respond, he continued. "The bigger issue is overall, unless you have undiagnosed mental or physiological issues, this is just an indication of stress. I'd recommend you, where possible, minimize stress. Barring that, I'd recommend continual wear of a mouth guard or some implement like it, especially at night."

"This is also why, as indicated by your...mo-....associate, you will periodically suck your thumb in the morning." The man said, as if to seal the deal.

Alexa took it in stride. She waltzed to the office to get her teeth measured, and nodded and followed along to the instructions. Teeth grinding? That was less than ideal, definitely.

When they created the mouth guard for her, the coolest part was watching the process. They'd made her bite into three different things, which then scanned her teeth and created a 3D model. Using that, it printed the whole contraption, then melted plastic around it. Alexa was amazed, watching the machine work, and then holding the result in her hand.

All in about a hour!

***

"Right ma'am, so this is just a preliminary sleep study for you. I know you've had issues in the past, and I appreciate you coming in on your lunch break for this. I promise, don't worry, no more medicines. I know a colleague of mine may have tainted our reputation." The Doctor said, scribbling down notes. Diana opted to sit this appointment out, sitting in the waiting room and reading the paper.

"Of course. So I just lay down, and you'll...what, read my sleep?" Alexa joked, strapped up to a bunch of machines. What they did, she couldn't tell you. Why she was strapped up to them, she wasn't sure.

"Something like that! Now, just lay back. I don't need you to fall asleep, but I do want you to close your eyes and relax every muscle in your body." The man asked. "Do you think you'll be able to do that?"

Alexa knew she could. Laying in the semi-lit room, she tried her best to lay down and put herself at ease, slowly letting her mind relax. Each muscle in her body eased as well. Soft music was playing and Alexa felt wonderful, drifting off slowly and relaxing her core, then her glutes, then her calves, then....

Ahh - shit. Alexa had relaxed too much. As she filled her diaper, she realized that fact. Damnit. She tried to focus back on why she was here. Relax....

"Right, we're all done!" The man said some time later, letting Alexa see the notes he took. "I think I know your exact issue! See, while you're sleeping..." He pointed at a graph that made little sense to her, squirming as she was in her own filth. "Your eyes are scanning for light, while your heart rate increases as noise increases in a room. This isn't REM or something of the sort, it's like you have a hyper sensitivity to light and noise. I've seen it before. The fixes are quite simple."

Alexa nodded. He handed her perhaps the simplest fix she'd received all week - a simple face mask to block out the light, and a suggestion to listen to calming music. The Doctor seemed friendly, talking to Alexa as they walked out together.

"Honestly Ms Johnson - I know this will sound silly, but listen here. My wife had the same problem as you noise-wise, and you want to know what fixed it? Just some soft music, like for a nursery or daycare, and it resolved all her sound issues. That's a bit crazy, but she can testify that it worked!" The Doctor said it to Alexa, pointing towards the secretary who sat the front desk, who was much the Doctor's Junior.

She blushed a bit. Alexa and she could not have been anymore more different, with the almost trophy wife looking positively angelic and incredibly sexy in her tight body fitting dress, while Alexa stood there in shortalls and a diaper. For them, that was funny, but...

Alexa laughed along and walked out. No sense in calling attention to any of it. Even if the comparison did hurt her a bit.

***

Sitting on the edge of her "not-a-crib", Alexa looked at her all the empty containers and totes, now hung-up in the nicely sized closet; there was some satisfaction, she was quite sure, in putting away all that stuff in such a quick manner. Yes, it was "stuff" that ranged from onesies which struggled to fit her to dresses which barely hid her diaper, but it still was a good amount of clothes. She split each one into outfits she'd never wear, outfits she might be okay wearing, and outfits she'd be fine to wear; that, and she had her business clothes she and Diana had bought.

Her room felt more spacious with those bit containers taken out of it.

Diana let herself in with a grace only she could bring; Alexa had hardly noticed her, standing as she was surveying the room with her hands on her hips, diaper peaking on the fringes of the onesie.

"Ready for bed? I see you already changed." Diana asked, the question only semi-serious, with Alexa's only response being a yawn.

"Wait! I have to use the mouth guard and my new eye mask!" Alexa said triumphantly, popping the fitted thing into her mouth. It melded well with braces, but made her ability to speak without a lisp almost impossible. Unlike just when she got braces, this was something which restricted so much movement in her mouth that her words became nearly impossible to understand.

"I found this at the store. Aren't they just the cutest eye masks Alexa?" Diana asked, taking the one from Alexa's hand, which was a bland solid black, and replacing it with one that was much cuter. It had a pink and green cord, with two small ears to mimic a bunny, while having two sleeping "eyes" which looked like they would befit a rabbit; the cherry on top was the fuzziness of it all, which felt amazing in Alexa's hands. Alexa gave a big, reflecting smile.

"Thith ith tho cool! Whewe did you find thith, Diana? Cutheeee!" Alexa said, putting in on the top of her head.

"Oh Alexa, maybe we'll have to work on your Ss after potty training." Diana said with a wink.

Alexa teased back. "I'll wemembew dat next time you need me!"

Diana shut the door. "Alexa, I do need to have a serious talk. This morning, when I woke you up, you were humping your pillow. I'm pretty sure that's not going to be healthy for you long-term. You have to control yourself, sweetie."

Alexa blushed and looked at her feet. "Sowwy, I juthst have wet dweams thomethimes."

"Everyone does. Sweetie..." She sat next to the woman, her thighs spreading out and covering what remaining space there was. "...if you ever get too horny and the boys aren't calling, you know I'm here with your magic wand. It's not good to be humping pillows."

Alexa's blush deepened. "Don't thay it wike that! It'th tho embarathhing. I jutht, uhm, I'll be okay. I weally wiked that wathht time we did it. Weww, not did it did it, but you know what I mean, Diana."

Diana, the matronly woman that she was, never could have imagined one day she would be talking with another woman about using a vibrator to get her off, but here she was. She didn't want to peak too deep into that. "Right Alexa. Well, if you're good, maybe we can 'do it' again." She winked and stood up.

Alexa's bed time routine was down to a science by this point, only interrupted when Alexa herself had additions or things to say. She scurried off to the bathroom before sleeping (delaying Diana, which was quite annoying), before presenting herself to Diana to help her get ready.

"Oh, I figured you might want to get yourself ready. But since you asked...." Diana said, enjoying teasing Alexa now.

First came the booties, laced to keep her feet so tightly squeezed together (which never worked, since they came off), then came the same pair for her hands, binding them. After that, her night cap was slipped on, covering the gigantic mass of hair Alexa now wore on her head. Then...

"Shoot, I forgot your milk! Be right back sweetie." Diana said, returning shortly with a tall glass. Alexa, hands bound, had to be helped to drink all the milk, with some light scolding from Diana. "Don't spill it! We'll have to get you a bib or a bottle if you do that."

"We'll have to geth you an old folks home, wady!! Alexa shot back, their dynamic evolving.

Milk done, Alexa then was situated in with her cute fuzzy eye mask, which basically blinded her, before also losing her hearing when the headphones came on. Some light music played through them, connected to her phone nearby, and Alexa felt herself truly relax and enjoy her "not a crib" comfort for once.

Diana kissed the girl on her forehead, and left her alone in the crib, flicking the light off as Alexa passed out.

In her cute turtle onesie, unable to see, hear, barely able to communicate and struggling with movements, Alexa finally got a goodnights rest.

***

"Diana, why doesn't my phone let me access the airlines website?" Alexa said to her phone, trying to buy her flight on her lunch break. Basking in the fading warmth of a fall day, Alexa was trying her best to make use of her time before heading back into the office.

While her new phone was nice, the biggest downside was the fact that apparently Diana had put the phone into some sort of Child Protected mode when she'd set it up. New apps, unidentified websites, and more would cover the phone in a "PARENTAL PIN REQUIRED" splash screen. It was a frustrating existence, but so far, Alexa had been busy enough that it was only a nuisance.

Diana, busy on the other end with her actual children, smiled. "Don't worry about that. We already talked about it and we figured we'd get your flights for you. I have to run, Jodie needs something to prep for school."

"Wait, can I get the parental pin to unlock my phone? I guess it thinks I'm one of your kids!" Alexa laughed awkwardly.

"Oh right, just hit the button below the screen and it lets you request me to unlock things on a case-by-case basis." Diana said, before throwing some words at Alexa before the line went dead. "Have to run!!"

Alexa sighed, happy she wasn't wasting money on a flight but still annoyed at her phone; taking a walk to clear her mind, she ended up back at her office, with a cute intern rushing back and forth in front of the office looking incredibly stressed. Stressed over a minor job of changing out old chairs with new ones. As Alexa passed by, the cute girl, who was dressed in a professional blouse and slacks, gave her a wave and a smile, her red hair dangling in front of her eye.

"Hey Misses Johnson. Would you like a new chair? I know you just moved offices, but I'm in charge of coordinating everyone getting a chair. I'm an intern for the Facilities Management team." She asked kindly.

"Alexa's fine! I'd love one. Do you need some help, you look stressed?" Alexa asked, with the girl unloading onto Alexa about the help she needed. It was all easy for Alexa to work on on her lunch break; still, Alexa needed a change, so she stole away from helping the girl and hid in her little nook to get a quick change.

"I'll get you that chair soon-ish, Misses Johnson, in 5 or 10 minutes." The girl said.

"Alexa's just fine." Alexa said as she hid in her office.

Alexa made three fatal mistakes that she would lay in her "not-a-crib" thinking about for some time. For one, she was a bit distracted scrolling on her phone, meaning she forgot to lock the door. Second, she had a post-lunch phonecall which made it so she was in a bit of a rush, sprawling herself out there to get the change done. Last, she forgot all about the girls offer, imagining the girl would see the shut door and just wait.

Of course, none of that happened, meaning Alexa found herself, diaper half-taped and legs up in the air, exposed to the rather pretty intern, who immediately slammed the door shut after a loud gasp. Shocked, Alexa rushed to lock the door, pants at her ankles, and tried her best to hide away in her office - whatever just happened, Alexa didn't want to process it, hopping on her phonecall to distract herself.

Even with the distraction of work, the embarrassment of having an evidently dirty diaper next to her, which the girls eyes definitely saw, weighed on Alexa. Shit! That girl probably thought she was a freak now. That girl probably was going to report her for wearing diapers or something.

Alexa could be a dramatic person.

Chapter 44

With no school tonight, Alexa was working late, meaning many people in the office were gone. The girl, however, was working at a nearby desk; having knocked on Alexa's door repeatedly, she wanted to apologize. So when Alexa tried sneaking out to use the bathroom before leaving work, she ambushed Alexa.

"Misses Johnson, here's your new chair. We only had the yoga ball ones left, apologies!" The young intern said, pushing in. She looked at Alexa, wanting to say more

"I am totally, totally sorry! I should definitely have knocked!" She said, squeezing into the crack Alexa had made in the door.

"N-no issue. Ju-just uhm, don't tell anyone you saw anything?" Alexa said, face back to beating a tomato for its redness. The girl shut the door behind her, noticing the diaper in a clear bag, crumpled and hidden poorly behind Alexa's bag.

"Really Misses Johnson, there's nothing to be ashamed of! On my period I've even considered diapers." The girl said with a confident smile. To Alexa, she was gratingly loud, as if she was announcing to all the people outside about what she was wearing.

"Ca---ca--can you be just a bit quieter? I don't like people knowing I wear...." Alexa lost her train of thought as the beautiful girl pulled up her clothes and picked up the diaper bag.

"Misses Johnson, before interning here, I interned at a hospital. Before that, I was in a nursing home. I promise very little will gross me out. But!" The girl scribbled something on a notepad. "I can make a note to get a small pail installed in here where you can throw your sanitary products away in a proper way so that you don't have to put them in these little plastic bags. Then, when the cleaners come, I can make sure they know to empty that for you daily."

Alexa's face hued from embarrassment to horror. "Don't do that! At all! I...I really really appreciate the offer, but I think I'll take the plastic bag."

The still unnamed intern shrugged. "Really Misses Johnson, it's no big deal. I've seen the gambit of everything, even as an intern. Someone needing sanitary products is the least of surprises, even here!"

Alexa was sold on the idea, honestly just so that the girl would leave her office. Being sold on the idea failed in that attempt, since the girl returned about ten minutes later with one of the building cleaners and a large, non-descript diaper bail and put it in a corner of the office, before the cleaner waved and emptied out the first black bag filled with Alexa's diaper. It was all very...procedural, and it made Alexa feel more at ease with the whole situation. Just a bit.

"Hey, uhm, as an apology, maybe I could take you out for a drink?" The cute intern said, stretching the definition of professional. Alexa considered all the bad things which had happened to her in previous lives when people learned about her diapers, and knew the only real option - a big yes.

****

As it turned out, the intern's name was Trisha, and she was just a year or so younger than Alexa, but a bit more behind due to some gap years, and, as she phrased it "messing around" in college. What that meant made little sense to Alexa, but she could guess one of the meanings after the girl had ordered her third rounds of shots for Alexa. Alcohol had its effect on many people in many different ways, but Alexa's way was best described as fast acting giddy talker. Each shot gave way to more conversation, only broken when Alexa texted the worried Diana about if she was alright, before being broken with some food and more alcohol. The sun had barely set and Alexa was absolutely sloshed at this random pub near the office.

"Uhm, I just needa go to the bafroom...." Alexa said, stumbling in her business woman attire. Trisha, perhaps realizing that her tolerance was not translating into Alexa's, noticed too late the last round of drinks she ordered.

"Wait! Bottoms up!" Trisha said, clinking glasses with Alexa and downing the Vodka. Alexa's eyes bulged a bit as she finished the burning water, not looking too hot. Well, to Trisha she looked plenty cute, but she could tell she was going to be nearing a black out sooner rather than later if they kept the pace up.

"Be riteeeeee back....Dont mind ya coming with me!..." Alexa said, grabbing her backpack and holding Trisha's hand before giving it up and waddling away. Trisha, misinterpreting what symbol was just given to her, followed Alexa into the family restroom, slipping in just as she was going to shut the door.

Her lips locked with Alexa's just as the door clicked shut, Alexa thrust against it. Uncoordinated and not resisting, Alexa melted into Trisha's arms, groping her like her life depended on it. Squirming and trying to speak, Alexa got nary a word in as Trisha's hands explored her body. Creeping down from Alexa's neck, then to her small chest, then trailing her fingernails on Alexa's stomach, Trisha aggressively kissed the girl as she snuck down to tease Alexa's pussy.

Both misunderstood the situation they were in. Alexa wanted Trisha to guard the door while she changed, not seeing the girl as a romantic fling (yet). She had to go number 1 and number 2, NOW. Trisha meanwhile, did see Alexa as a romantic option, while completely forgetting the girl even wore diapers.

So when Trisha started groping around Alexa's crotch and felt padding, her hand briefly stopped, her initiative stalled. She still she rubbed roughly against Alexa's diapered padding, making the girl moan and squirm beneath her. That initiative reversed when she could feel Alexa pissing those very diapers while being right next to her, and then biting her lip and messing them. Trisha briefly let it happen, before her own dulled mind made her stop.

"Ohmygawsh...Im sorry, I had to goooo." Alexa said as Trisha's hand retracted slowly, her smile never leaving her face. "Dont make fun of meeeee or tell anyone."

Trisha meanwhile was a bit irked, if only because she wanted to make the girl cum her brains out in the family bathroom. I mean, first week of the internship and bagging one of the cutest workers she'd seen would be on anyones bucketlist. This was, in its own way, sort of a more unique experience. "Don't worry Misses Johnson, I've just never been with a diaper girl before, get changed and I can take you home."

Alexa blushed at that word. Diaper girl. That wasn't what she was. Her nipples were hard and her breath was ragged. "I'm Alexa, stop calling me that....W-wait, lemme just changee...then we can keep goinnn...I really, really liked dat...I'm like, really horny."

Trisha wasn't a stranger to needy girls. Or boys, for that matter. Her internship would hopefully lead to a job. Knowing that, she wanted to keep her contact with Alexa on the hook for a long time. "Awww, I'm sorry you're horny. Maybe you can take me out clubbing and we'll fix that later in the week, Pixie." As she said it, she teased Alexa's nipples and then stepped back, leaving her wanting more. "I'd never make fun of you for that, that'd be fucked up. But on the other hand, you were a bad little Pixie for almost peeing on me."

"Pi-pixie?" Alexa asked, not able to ask how she earned that name before Trisha had stepped back into the pub.

****

Pixie is the name that Alexa got stuck with by Trisha, with Alexa morphing to exa, then Iexa, then Pixie, at least in Trisha's mind. Dropping Alexa, who was still stumbling drunk at the moment, off at the nice house she was staying in, Trisha quite enjoyed the waddle Alexa made back into the place. A close and intimate kissed let Trisha know the girl had definitely filled her diaper again while riding in her car. Alexa's blabbing about usually riding in a carseat made the intern giggle a bit, before letting her continue.

Diana stood at the door, waving off Trisha as she helped Alexa into the house, the place empty of all the children but full of a bunch of middle aged women.

"Everyone, meet Alexa, the most admirable young woman I think I've met. Alexa, these are Carol's neighbors. They coordinated a girl's night for me, since they had heard and seen what happened." Diana said, the pack of women all staring at her, smiling and waving. Some looked younger than others, some looked quite old indeed, but all looked very kind and nice.

"We've heard so much about you. Did you really taser her ex? That's got to be the best story I've heard on this block." One of the, originally catty looking, women said, stifling a laugh.

"Ye-yesh. Sorry, I may have had a wee bit tooo much alcohol." Alexa said with a cute giggle, the comment just leading to her getting offered a mimosa. As all the women chattered, Alexa whispered to Diana three words, which prompted them both to stand up.

"I need changed!" Alexa said in an excited, but hushed whispered.

Diana took her upstairs, smile evident on her face, having known since the girl first walked in.

"D-Diana, I can't wear this downstairs. All those women will make fun of me!" Alexa said, a bit aghast. It was a pink dress with cute cartoon ice cream cones, donuts and other sweets as a pattern, while a big bunny was on the front of the dress; matching tights with more sweets also came as part of the outfit, along with some bunny slippers. The collar was frilled.

"No they won't. I already told them you liked dressing rather cute, and they all liked the pictures I had shown them. I'm sure they'll love having someone that doesn't dress like a suburban mom in their midst. Now, grab your ankles. I hate having to ask." Diana said, giving Alexa a playful whap on the butt. "I also didn't know you were into women Alexa. Who was your friend?"

Alexa lost her composure there. "I'm....just a friend! She saw me changing my diaper at work and then she was nice about it and got me a diaper pail, and then she...." Alexa rambled while being changed into the outfit, it fitting her like a glove. Diana made Alexa cover her eyes before producing something to, in her words, tie the outfit together.

A big bunny diaper cover. Well, it was covered in bunnies and easter eggs. What was with Alexa's fate and bunnies. "Isn't this adorable? I saw it at the outlets and just knew you'd love it! Buy one get two free."

It too fit like a glove. The diaper was tight and snug against her flesh, compressed due to the diapers, diaper covers and tights . Her waddle was not helped by the thick cloth diaper.

"Are you too drunk to go play with them? You'll have to tell me all about your date later." Diana said as Alexa wobbled on the edge of the crib.

"Not a date!" Alexa's face reacted to the burning memory of almost getting played with earlier.

"Nothing wrong with that. Next time, can you just tell me you're going out? I was worried sick where you were Lex." Diana asked, helping her down from the ledge.

Alexa felt bad. Diana did have a holden heart beneath her somewhat strict demeanor. "Of course. I might go out to the club with her later this week..."

Diana nodded. "Clubbing, mm? Not sure if you meet the heights requirement for that one." Her wink let Alexa know she was playing.

"Not sure you would make it past the age cap, oldie." Alexa said with a flick of the tongue. Diana's smirk and pat on her bottom made the tease feel fun.

"I'm serious though Lex, please just call me if you ever need a ride. You're family. I'll pick you up, no questions asked, always." Diana said as they returned to the party.

None of the women noticed or cared about her outfit, allowing Alexa to sneak into the game of craps they were playing.

Alexa found herself, once the rules were explained, to be an excellent craps player. Well, excellent against a bunch of women who were only partially paying attention, that is. One of the women was distracted, annoyed by a paper right in front of her which she kept staring at. Alexa, sitting next to her, took note that it looked like a kids homework or a test of some sort. A big fat F was prominent at the top. Distracted, the too smart for her own good Alexa spoke up.

"I think whoever did that homework confused 5s and 6s. That and reading numbers backwards." Alexa said, staring at the sheet. The distressed parent looked at her.

"How do you mean?" The woman asked, turning her head like a golden retriever.

Alexa took the sheet of paper. "Well, I tutored in school. Often younger kids confuse certain numbers for other numbers. See, whoever did this test had the right answer if it was 6 times 6, but the actual question was 5 times 5. I think you'll just have to go over numbers again with them." Alexa smiled at the mother, who looked like she was a bit less distressed.

"You're right. I couldn't put 2 and 2 together. I should pay you to tutor Timmy, he's struggling with his math and reading skills." The mom said, asking Alexa to come with her briefly. She got on the phone with her husband while Alexa fixed all the issues, showing her work.

The gruff man was on speaker phone as his wife, Emmie, explained what Alexa just said. "I told you Timmy isn't dumb honey, he just needs some assistance with the little stuff."

Emmie let her husband respond. "Emmie. I've been telling you this since he failed his first math quiz. We need a tutor."

Alexa, done with the sheet, let herself get taken away by creeping on the worried mother. Emmie had that perfect pear shape you rarely ever seen naturally. Pears would be jealous of the woman, she was sure. Her dark black hair framed her Hispanic features perfectly. Later, Alexa would meet her husband, who had that beautiful ripped physique covered in tattoos and jewelry; Alexa wasn't sure why all her neighbors were so good looking. In the moment, Alexa showed the finished problems, blushing a bit as she felt somewhat childish, like she was showing her parents her finished homework.

Emmie took a photo of Alexa smiling with the homework, nerd glasses gleaming, and sent it to her husband. "See sweetie, I found a perfect tutor for Timmy. She can even start sometime this week!"

Alexa gulped. When had she agreed to that? Seeing the photo, Alexa felt embarrassingly right at her prediction - in her dress, glasses and braces, she did look so nerdy that it hurt. Still, she was happy to help. Being a tutor was fun. Especially when the pay check hit your account.

Emmie squeezed Alexa, who came up to her thick hips, in a hug which made it all worth it. "Thank you so much for your help! I'll text you when Timmy is free for tutoring, when works best, evenings?"

Why did Alexa keep getting herself roped into more work in her free time. Dangit....They returned to the craps game.

As she played, her eyes kept flicking to the woman sitting on her other side. Alexa tried not to let her wandering eyes be noticed, but the chest next to her was quite literally one of the largest set of breasts Alexa had ever seen in her life. This wasn't some porn star, bolt-on tits either. Whoever this woman's partner was, they were dealing with a chest which had been dealing a life time of backpain and more. As they played, Alexa's flickering eyes actually turned out to be some positive, with the woman's top gradually starting to get soaked with some sort of liquid around the nipple area. The darkness of her shirt hid it unless you were upclose. Alexa put two and two together, realizing the woman was leaking breast milk. Knowing how embarrassing leaking liquids from one's body was, Alexa lightly tapped the woman's leg, indicating to her she wanted to talk off to the side, with both women excusing themselves. No one seemed to notice or mind.

Chapter 45

"Uhm, what do you need?" Pearl, the large chested woman said as Alexa snuck her into the downstairs bathroom.

"Listen, I just wanted to tell you that I think your chest is leaking. I wasn't sure if you..." The woman looked down in horror, swearing loudly.

"Damnit! I thought I was good for today. Thank you for telling me." The woman sighed, pulling off her top right in front of Alexa. "Ugh, it's so horrible. I haven't been nursing for five years! Five years! But I still have had to grapple, especially over the last few months, with constant production. Especially when I smell things like baby powder or hear a kid crying, or even see one. My body is trying to turn me into a milk-maid, I swear."

The woman rooted around in her purse, showing Alexa an electric pump. Whoever invented that machine likely would feel bad for its current fate, the nozzle barely able to grasp onto her boobs. Somewhere during her explanation, she'd lost the bra.

"My husband doesn't want to drink my breast milk. My kids are out of the question. These pumps break after a few uses. I've tried almost every single thing, even manual milking, and nothing works! My Doctor thinks I have a condition where I'll be making milk till I'm old and gray." The woman sighed. She was clearly exasperated. An idea bulb seemed to appear in her head.

"Wait! Could I ask you for a favor? This is gonna be plenty weird..." The drunk mother said. "Can you like, uh, maybe see if you could drink some of it? Wait, that's a terrible idea, I'm sorry I even proposed it. I'm not sure why my boobs got so active once your got here. I'm just desperate to get these girls emptied." She was rambling.

Alexa may have been drunk. Alexa may have liked helping people. But sucking on a random woman's breasts was not in necessarily in her position description.

The woman had thankfully shot down the idea herself, meaning Alexa just agreed with her, instead running over to the woman's house to get her a change of maternity bra's and a new shirt. She was deeply thankful. By nights end, everyone was just a bit drunk, and Diana was saying goodbye to them. Pearl hung around, helping Diana clean up the kitchen, while Alexa cleaned up the living room. Diana pulled her to the side.

"Alexa, I know you helped Pearl earlier. We all were talking a bit about her leaking chest, and I was really happy you helped her so discreetly." Diana said with a pat on the back. Alexa felt good for herself. The buzz wore down a bit for her.

"God dangit!" Pearl swore from the kitchen, her chest leaking forth once more like a broken faucet. Diana rushed in, thinking she had dropped something. The leaky woman explained her situation to Diana, while Alexa rushed around in her bunny dress and cleaned everything up. Diana hid away for a second, grabbing Alexa.

"Alexa. I know you're about to think I am asking you for a crazy favor, but you could help Pearl here. I was a mother and went through her situation, if with a bit less liquid. Being blocked up and needing release like that hurts. I'm sure she's too shy to ask, but I really think you should ask he-..." Diana was stopped by Alexa's hand on her shoulder.

"You're right." Alexa didn't argue or debate, instead just nodding her head.

Pearl looked relieved when Alexa brought up the idea of Alexa nursing on her chest, just nodding and following both women upstairs. Sitting on the edge of Alexa's crib, she popped her shirt open, and pulled her breast out from behind the maternity bra. Alexa meanwhile sat on her opposite leg, with Diana shutting the door for some privacy.

"La-latch like that. Yesssssssss, like that...." Pearl said, the relief instant as her hand cupped Alexa, who's lips weren't necessarily inexperienced with nipples. It was a different feeling, latching onto the woman's boob in a completely non-sexual manner and suckling it like so, but it wasn't a bad feeling.

Alexa felt herself eased down from the woman's leg and instead laying on her back across both as she talked Alexa through it. Time passed in some manner. Really, the only changes Alexa noticed were her stomach filling up, and the gradual shrinkage of the woman's boob as she sucked it.

"Slo-slower.....Fas-faster. Yes, that tempo is perfecttttttttt. Just like that. Nice. Yes....Sweet, sweet relief." Pearl was vocal with her relief. "W-wait, don't stop, pleasseee."

Alexa, swallowing what felt like gallons of milk, had to burp a bit. After the first burp, Pearl patted her back, helping more come out. Selfishly, Pearl pushed the girl's head back into her chest.

Some more time passed, Alexa's stomach gradually filling and filling, becoming distended from just the first breast. When it came time to change boobs, Alexa wasn't sure she could do it, but Pearl's begging face made it hard to say no. The only complaint she had was silenced as boob flesh filled her mouth.

"I need the bathroo-...." Alexa's suckling finished the sentence, while Diana spoke.

"Alexa, we'll get you the potty after this. Pearl, don't worry, Alexa's wearing her diapers, she can keep going till you're finished." Diana said, with Alexa blushing at a second person finding out she wore diapers. That of course spurred a conversation Alexa had to hear while filling her pot belly with more rich, creamy breast milk .

"Diapers? Does she need those?" The breast milk was actually really tasty. Alexa had ignored the taste, trying her best to be just a machine sucking down milk.

"Yes, but keep that private, please." Her bladder was aching like hell!

"Certainly. That just makes sense now. Baby powder is one of my triggers, and I swore I smelled it earlier." Now her bowels had a turn to protest.

"Mhm. I had to change her." Now both were screaming at her to unlatch and rush to the bathroom.

"Well I love the dress she's in. My girl's all gave up the dresses, tomboys the lot of them." Pearl said as Alexa unlatched. Roughly patted on the back, Alexa burped, then was forced back into the woman's chest.

"Mine too. A shame, isn't she adorable? She moved here and had to use some of my girls old clothes." Diana asked as Alexa felt about 5 seconds from an accident.

"Yes! I have some of my girl's old clothes in trash bags. Was going to donate them, but I'd be happy to give you them instead Alexa." Pearl said, craddling Alexa but asking the question to Diana. As Diana was about to answer, Alexa filled her diaper, causing Pearl to smirk. "I think she just had an accident. I could donate all their old diapers, too. I still have their old diaper pails and changing table too, would you like that Alexa?"

"I think she'll take whatever she can get. Right, Alexa?" Alexa, stomach overflowing with creamy milk, just nodded. Emptied as she was now, she was starting to feel drowsy, and she just wanted to sleep. What time was it, anyway?

The milky torrent turned into a dribble, then a few droplets, then nothing. Only Diana and Pearl knew how long it was. 53 minutes. Pearl's breasts had gone down dramatically in such a short time, the strain removed from the woman's face and her back screaming Alexa's praises.

Alexa was a half-asleep girl by the time it was over, but still was lavishly praised by Pearl, who was chipper despite the hour. "Thank god for you Alexa! My god, I feel like a new woman. This is the most relief I've had in almost three years, can you believe that? Goodness, can I come over here everyday? I mean really, I owe you big time."

Diana noticed the sagging shoulder, the half blinks and lean forward from Alexa. She was tuckered out and babbled out a response. Diana pushed her on her back and pulled down the diaper cover and tights. "Are you tired Alexa? Mind grabbing me one of her night time clothe diapers pearl. Alexa, did you hear Pearl, do you mind helping her everyday with this?"

Alexa nodded to that first question, half hearing it, but laying her head down on the comfy pillow.

Pearl ecstatic. "God, thank you thank you Alexa! I mean really, that's amazing. I can finally start running again without having these two engorged boulders on my chest!" Pearl said, helping augment Diana as they cleaned the now passed out Alexa's bottom.

"Wow, she's never passed out so quickly like that before. You must have did a number on her." Diana said, stripping Alexa of her dress and putting her in the now regular bunny onesie, before putting her baby booties, eye mask, headphones and mouth guard on the woman.

"Is this...well is this a fetish thing? I guess I don't understand why she's in a crib and a diaper and all that. Not that I'm complaining, mind you." Pearl asked as she helped getting Alexa dressed.

"I wondered that too, but honestly, it isn't. Alexa just needs diapers and has sleeping issues. She saved my husband's life, and then my own plus my children's. So I sort of feel indebted to her on a level that's hard to explain. I also think she's as cute as a button, and she likes wearing clothes that Joan and Jodie never wear, so perhaps I have my own incentive to getting her dressed up." Diana said with a light giggle. "She is a good girl though, just perhaps a bit unlucky and needing some guidance. Super smart, she has an impressive job for her age."

Pearl nodded. "I will admit, there is something to be said about having your own dress up doll. I mean that dress she had on earlier, cuter than a button in my opinion; I work as a seamstress so if you have old clothes that you want to fit her, I'd be more than happy to help. Oooo, you should have her dress up! Penny is a designer, Barbie is a wholesaler for kids clothes. They both would love to have a good model. When does she leave in the morning?"

Diana shot down that last idea. "Well, I think Alexa would veto that one, but if you can convince her..." Diana laughed And then replied to when Alexa wakes up. "Rather early, she stays at a daycare in the morning while waiting for work. I doubt you'd want to wake up that early. I have to get her changed, showered and dressed."

Pearl shrugged. "Really - how early? I'm an early riser and get my workout in before the kids and hubbie even know what waking up means. I can be over whenever you tell me."

Diana nodded, telling her to come about five minutes after Alexa woke up, and before she slept. Pearl, ever thankful, gave the sleeping cute girl a kiss on the cheek. She noticed Alexa's potty training chart.

"You know, you can just use apps for that now. Unless you like physical for physicals sake." Diana shrugged and didn't bother replying, flicking the lights off.

Alexa dreamed of a giant cattle farm, filled with delicious milk and wonderful sweet treats a plenty. Her tummy grumbled and rumbled, eventually emptying itself out due to the influx of milk. She felt syrupy sweet and cozy.

****

As was becoming routine, Alexa didn't full wake up she was getting her business slacks on, the camisole rousing her a bit, and the nice blue blouse getting her fully awake. When she noticed Pearl was there, and that she had a hell of a headache, Alexa felt a bit puzzled. Was it still night?

"Alexa." Pearl whispered. "Hey sweetie, I know you have work, so I can come in the mornings." Pearl said it as if this had been going on for awhile; she had the forwardness of a mother that had changed thousands of diapers and seen everything imaginable. So with that, she popped her boob out and shoved it in the sleepy girl's mouth.

This time only took maybe ten minutes for both boobs, but Alexa was still reeling from the fast wake up. I mean, it's very rare that one's morning routine is being woken up to suckle on another woman's breasts. Alexa decided not to complain, curling up and continuing, having her face wiped down by Pearl. When it was finished, Diana patted Alexa's smooth slacks.

"Go have your breakfast and take down those diapers off the clothesline, please." Dazed, confused, and a bit horny at seeing the breasts (even if Pearl was acting in such a non-sexual manner), Alexa headed downstairs.

She was rather full, and picked at the food. Diana wagged her finger. "Don't let any food go to waste, darling."

Alexa ate it all as quick as she could, before being squeezed into an ever tight hug by the big-breasted Pearl, who was wearing some now properly fitting workout attire. "Thank you sooooo much!"

Alexa wasn't sure how to react beyond a sheepish "you're welcome", while Pearl left to go do some running.

Urgh, Alexa's bubble gut was going to be crazy after all this milk and a protein-heavy breakfast. She tried not to complain too much; work kept her on her toes while at daycare.

***

"Misses Pixie, anything the facility management team can help you with today?" Trisha teasingly said, sneaking into Alexa's office while she enjoyed the fun of bouncing on the half-yoga ball half-chair she now had.

"MMM, the offer is tempting, but I think I'll pass. I saw what happened yesterday." Alexa shot back, feeling a bit better now that she wasn't drunk in a family bathroom making out.

"Well, we're here if you ever need us~." Trisha said, leaving an inventory sheet as an excuse for why she came to visit Alexa.

Work sucked her in after that - a meeting with both companies here, a call to take there, headquarters calling asking about the status of another project. While working, she slowly found herself biting her thumb, then nibbling her thumb, then sliding her thumb in her mouth, then fully sucking her thumb. Shit! She caught it after awhile, replacing her thumb with the mouth guard, but she still was rather annoyed by the tick she'd acquired.

On her lunch break, she saw Trisha struggling with a gigantic box which she was pretty sure was double the girl's weight. Jumping into action, Alexa helped the poor sap push the box up, winking and walking off without saying any words. Security had asked her to come down to talk with them about an "urgent matter", and she figured her lunch break would be as good a time as any.

"Misses Johnson, have you been entering and exiting the facility at 1 in the morning?" The rough looking older woman who looked more like a mall-cop then a guard asked Alexa, typing on the keypad in front of her.

"Uh...no?" Alexa questioned.

"Got it. We've had someone who seemingly made some fake badges and has been trying to sneak into the facility. Yours was one that was flagged. Just keep an eye out for any suspicious activity, kay? Camera's show what looks to be a slim 6'8" presumed male trying the badges, but his face was covered."

"G-got it? I'll keep em peeled." Alexa said, returning to her office. While she was gone, one of the buildings cleaners had stopped by, waving Alexa in as he dusted her office. He was an older looking gentlemen, and his accent betrayed his country of origin.

"Sorry madam, I was just cleaning out any offices that had no one in them, oui? Hope you don't mind." He said, Alexa assuring him that she did not. He checked the diaper pail, with Alexa blushing as he wrapped the bag up, the man not making a mention of it.

Huh. Three situations which could have gone south in a row which had just been normal interactions. Nice. Alexa's days were looking up!

[chess]

I apologize to anyone who was offended by my comment. I don't know Joan's age, but I assumed she was younger than eight because her backpack was referred to as a diaper bag and had a leash attached. I don't need to be told that some eight-year-olds are incontinent and leashed, but it is unusual. Since it was also told that Joan's mother had five children, I just assumed that the one with the diaper bag was younger. Sorry for my mistake.

[Babytom3]

These chapters are super long,lol

[punkboy27]

6 hours ago, Jako_Tu said:

Thanks for your kind words! I will post the next section later today, and  spend some time trying to organize a Chapter structure. 

Your commentary on Joan & Alexa's hormone deficiencies is correct. Alexa doesn't really care about children, or is relatively neutral on most of them, meaning she makes observations but doesn't really think on them or their wider implications. Having a suffocating mother like Diana means some quirks that Alexa (how Alexa would think of them, not the word I'm attempting to use to describe being on the spectrum) is seeing in Joan could be explained away. This will be elaborated on slowly. 

Honestly, I'm glad someone has mentioned my tongue in cheek reference to the booster seat law. You're the first person to say something in well...6 years of me posting that section? It came from me reading Daring Diane's Car Seat, getting interested in when the first car seat law was put in place around the world, and then putting an earlier date in my story as a bit of a pointless easter egg.

Thanks much for your comment.

I rarely comment on stories, to be honest, but DD's stories are among my favorites, it's a shame Car Seat stopped being updated when it got to the good parts...

Thanks for the update! 🥰

4 hours ago, chess said:

I apologize to anyone who was offended by my comment. I don't know Joan's age, but I assumed she was younger than eight because her backpack was referred to as a diaper bag and had a leash attached. I don't need to be told that some eight-year-olds are incontinent and leashed, but it is unusual. Since it was also told that Joan's mother had five children, I just assumed that the one with the diaper bag was younger. Sorry for my mistake.

I wasn't offended, it just didn't feel to me like the second part of your comment was very constructive, but you shared your opinion and I shared mine, nothing wrong with that.

Also, I do hate to see new authors disappear after they receive negative feedback and I don't want this story to stop! 😉

[Kotatsu]

Alexa is like the Forest Gump of age play. They're getting themself into so many situations but it's good that they have friends who both enable them and also help extricate Alexa from them.

[Jako_Tu]

17 hours ago, punkboy27 said:

I rarely comment on stories, to be honest, but DD's stories are among my favorites, it's a shame Car Seat stopped being updated when it got to the good parts...

Thanks for the update! 🥰

That always is the hardest part with these sorts of stories, isn't it? We get to the good parts, and either time skip to when the MC is so far gone it doesnt matter, or we end off with them just sliding down the slippery slope of regression. That's what I'm trying to remedy in this story, let's see the juicy middle.  

Chapter 46

She just had to open her big fat mouth, didn't she. Diana had picked up Alexa from work, the car full of children already, the only empty spot being Alexa's carseat. It looked new, and indeed it was. Seemingly Diana had done what she told her husband to do, buying a quad-buckle carseat. One buckle wrapped up from Alexa's crotch to her belly button, splitting off in a Y, with an additional waist strap wrapping tightly around her; a full frontal section covered from her neck down to her waist, with the last buckle being at the top of the thing, meaning Alexa couldn't fall forward. Some cushiony material kept her legs spread open. Thankfully, she didn't have a dress.

"Mom! I do not want a car seat anymore! Dad told me I'm tall enough that I don't need one." Jodie said, having witnessed Alexa's strapping in.

"Well sweetie, that's true, but..."

"No! I don't wanna either." Joan said as well, both girl's looking at Alexa and seemingly jumping ship.

Diana rubbed her temple. Discretion is the better part of valor. She already was about to ask a lot of Alexa. Both girls were, technically, half an inch taller than Alexa, which meant....

Alexa was now sitting in her car seat solo in the car on the way to wherever the family was headed. She tried not to blush at that fact, but Joan and Jodie were nice about it, not teasing the woman, instead watching a showing with her. They were both such sweet kids.

Well, sweet to her. Everyone was going to a bridal shop to buy suitable outfits for Carol's weddings. For most of the kids, it was either a suit or a dress; for Alexa it was a bridesmaids dress. For either Joan or Jodie, it'd be a flower girl dress. Cute and white, fluffed at the hip with some nice petticoats, it was quite adorable. Joan and Jodie had flipped a coin, with Jodie being the ultimate loser, and she proceeded to throw the ultimate tantrum.

Diana rubbed her temple again. She could not take Jodie over her knee in public like this.

Alexa meanwhile was having the time of her life. She felt beautiful in the green bridesmaid dress Carol had recommended for her. Some nice heels gave her an inch or two, and in the mirror, the dress made her feel positively lovely. Diana's husband looked dashing in his tuxedo. Honestly, Alexa wished she could teleport and immediately go to the wedding vs waiting.

Diana's crows feet felt like they were growing by the minute. Jodie was having a tantrum about wearing the flower girl attire, tears streaking, the attendants all fetching her napkins to wipe the tears away. More than that, Joan was sort of egging her on, since she didn't have to wear the comparatively girly dress, instead getting a smart looking young girls outfit. Damnit, Diana swore, if only she had a third girl that was roughly Joan or Jodie's size.

Oh wait. Alexa, spinning around in her bridesmaid dress, looking like she had no problems with the world, represented a clear path. Get the dress sized to her, then have Joan wear that dress after some coaxing. Perfect.

Punish Joan, too.

Alexa smiled as Diana walked up. "Isn't this dress so beautiful, Diana? Gosh, I love the color." Alexa's smile gleamed in the sunlight and her glasses made her look quite disarming. Time to turn up the charm, Diana said, cooing over the wonderful dress before cashing in her favor with Alexa.

"Alexa. Joan and Jodie are being, for lack of a better term, total brats." Diana said as she stared at both girls, who were trying on outfits and showing them off to their father, who was none the wiser. "Jodie won't try on her flower girl outfit. You're about to hate what I ask you, but can you PLEASE try on the outfit, get it fitted to your size, just to make sure it looks good on Jodie. You and Jodie are probably about a similar size. She's had a minor growth spurt since you first saw her."

Alexa stared at Diana, for the briefest second, not seeing the woman's real father, rather seeing the terror in eyes when Alexa had freed her from the back of that car. Her traumatic moment fading, Alexa nodded. "Y-yes, of course Diana. Let's try the dress on and get it fitted up."

Diana stared at Alexa quizzically. Why had Alexa looked so scared for a second? "Right, perfecto!" Diana called the attendants over, getting Alexa into a side room with an attendant who stripped her with a surprising efficiency.

"Arms up, sweetie. Now mom, are we worried at all if she can't wear a diaper with this pretty dress?" The attendant seemed a bit concerned by Diana's pissed look.

"She is not a child, don't talk to her like that. And yes, she has to wear diapers with the dress, at least with the fitting." Diana said, helping Alexa pull on the tight white camisole.

"Understood." The attendant didn't ask questions anymore. Handing Alexa some a well-structured petticoat, she helped the girl with it, the pure white crinoline puffing out more horizontally and stopping around Alexa's knees. When the dress came on over Alexa's head, the first thing she noticed was that the thing was tight. Like, a few inches too tight, in all honesty. That, and the thing was a bit too long, curving weirdly due to this length. Besides for that, it was a beautiful dress, matching what Alexa imagined Carol's would be in how pretty it was. Awash with bone white, it puffed out around the shoulders, tightening up around the chest (a big music note pin was added due to Carol's request, due to her name), while it was a frilly affair below all that. A gigantic white bow framed the back, creating a slight hip impression, along with a green and pink cord; the frill on the bottom of the skirt was green and pink, per Carol's request.

What tied it together were the sparkly white tights with cute little alternating color clogs, along with a test basket for Alexa to pose with. It was empty, for now.

"God, that is one beautiful dress. I love the color scheme, it reminds me of rebirth with Easter." Diana said, lifting up the end of the dress. "It's tight and too long, however. Can we get it refitted? Alexa, you're a trooper for doing this, I owe you big time!"

"Yes, we can, but if the actual wearer isn't wearing diapers, it might look a bit od-..." The attendant was cut off.

"I know how dresses work. Jodie will be fine, she is a big girl and shouldn't grow for the next four or five days." Diana said. "Alexa, mind doing some modeling work so I can show Carol her idea came out well?"

Alexa spun around in the mirror, feeling oddly at peace with wearing this dress. It wasn't right, per say, but it felt like she was helping Diana so she smiled and nodded, spinning and flipping the dress up. Diana called Carol, who answered on the first ring, seeing Alexa from behind. Deciding to pull a bit of a prank, Alexa hid her face, allowing Carol to speak.

"Wonderful! Oh my, I love it. Jodie is the flower girl? Goodness, she looks so adorable in it, and it gets after every theme I wanted to with the colors." Carol said. "Jodie you look so amazing sweetie!"

Alexa decided to spring her trap, revealing her face. "It's me!! Heh, you're blind Carol!" Alexa jumped towards the camera, causing Carol's usual giggle to come forward.

"Alexa! You minx! Diana, give her a spank or two for me for tricking an old lady like that." Carol said, as all three women chatted up about planning details.

As it all went down, Alexa was so happy, even if it wasn't in the dress she would eventually be wearing. Still, her tummy was rumbling, and she did need the bathroom. Diana had split attention now. On one hand, she was talking to Carol; on the other, she was trying to help her husband cajol one of boys out of their tuxedos. Then, she was assuring her husband that he looked wonderful in the tuxedo (which made him come into the already small dressing room to use the mirror). That second effort was a bit less successful. The third kept her occupied. So when Alexa was tugging on the hem of her dress, Diana couldn't really pay her any mind, not till the attendant in the room (who was being paid regardless of what happened), spoke up.

"Mom, I think she needs the potty..." Diana heard that word and turned, but it was too late.

Alexa was squatting in the corner, looking horribly embarrassed, as Carol, Diana and her Husband watched the future bridesmaid at the wedding absolutely fill her diaper to the brim. None of the outfit helped either, as Alexa, afraid any mess (none would come out of the thick diaper) would get on the dress, pulled up the dress. Meaning Diana, who had flipped the phone to show Carol, got to witness the diaper sink deeper as it filled and expanded, constrained only by the tights.

"S-sorry..." Alexa squeaked out, her accident filling the room with embarrassment and a distinct odor. Everyone sort of looked at each other not sure what to do, before tears began to well in Alexa's eyes. "I-I really TRIED to ho..hold it..." The tears began to pour out, which prompted Diana to hang up on Carol and tightly squeeze Alexa in a hug. She looked at her husband.

"Go to my car, and get Alexa's diaper bag. It'll be in the boot." Diana said, her husband scurrying off as Alexa had the adult equivalent of a meltdown.

Alexa couldn't help but just let the tears fall on the dress. Here she was, all sexy in a bridesmaid outfit, and then she'd put on a flower girls outfit as a favor for a friend. So how in the world did that end with her filling a diaper to the brim in front of three other adults! Four, if you counted the attendant. Now, she'd be marching around in front of the family in diapers! As those thoughts swirled, Alexa too thought about that horrible night, and for some reason, had a reliving of that too.

Diana's husband returned post-haste. The kids were none the wiser. He let himself into the small room, kicking the attendant out.

Alexa was bumbling out nonsensical words. Filling the air with them, in fact, while tears made the room almost tasty salty. Diana had never seen Alexa breakdown so completely like this. Attempt to sooth her were unsuccessful. The married couple formed a great tag team, lifting up Alexa's legs and dress while cleaning her. Diana's husband looked at her quizzically. She looked beautiful, dressed as a bridesmaid, accentuating her features, but Diana could look like an ice queen at times.

"Alexa wears diapers? I never knew that." He questioned, causing Diana to throw him a scowl.

"Yes. Here, wipe her down for a second, I need to make sure the kids aren't being bad." Diana stormed off, handing the man a wet wipe.

Ending up with your legs spread and having your waste cleaned off you intimate parts by another person was never an exciting experience - least of all when it was by your friends attractive husband. Especially least of all when he looked incredibly uncomfortable with the fact, but continued anyway for you. Even worse when he tried to talk to you throughout the encounter. Worst of all, he...

Alexa counted her blessings and tried her best to be positive. "Yes, I'm really excited to go to Carol's wedding."

"Same here! Oops, lift your legs just a little bit. Scoot your butt too. Wow, you know, I never figured you wore diapers. I guess that makes a lot more sense now..." The hunky himbo said with no satire in his voice. "Well, you're the easiest change I've ever had to do. Certainly listen better then the kids!"

If it was supposed to make Alexa feel better, it did not. Diana returned and helped finish the change. She kicked her husband out after he had already wiped Alexa's pussy and ass, making him leave feel very irrelevant to the woman. The fitting then proceeded as normal, and Diana didn't even mention Alexa's slight meltdown. Some pictures were taken, measurements fixed, and then it was all over. Outside, a fall chill had set in, icing some of the walkways and pathways in the worst type of element - thin enough ice to make you confident, but wet and slippery enough to make you taste your own teeth. Alexa, back in her normal clothes, helped the kids into the car, before briefly remembering she had left her work backpack in the bridal shop. Running back in, she avoided any accident, grabbed the bag, and then waved down Diana, who looked impatient.

In the process, she ended up stepping right into a patch of ice, slipping, throwing her foot forward, and having the soft spot of her head get comfortable with the hard concrete of the ground. Her spine looked like it collided right with it too. Diana rushed out of her car, not needing to help the dazed Alexa up, but still checking on her. She seemed fine, if a bit quiet. She had bit her tongue, swelling to poor thing up

"Perhaps I sound a bit like you now, but that fall killed my back." Alexa said with some pain in her voice as she sat on the edge of her not-a-crib, rubbing it in pain while Diana gave her a heating pad and some medicine. Her smile was weak. She'd weakly limped up from the car once Diana had freed her from the incredibly restrictive car seat. She'd stripped out of her clothes and sat in solely a camisole and diaper.

"Would you like to go to the doctor? That was a heck of a tumble, Alexa." Diana asked, not able to stop Pearl from sneaking into the bedroom. Or was it a crib-room? Or a nursery? Diana wasn't sure the best word to use for it. Diana shut the door to leave the two of them alone. Alexa was a sweetheart for helping Pearl in such a way.

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Alexa had to put in an end to this whole helping Pearl thing. She was happy to help the first time, but it was absurd for the woman to expect that Alexa was going to have two breastfeeding sessions with her daily till her condition got better. Honestly - she was happy to say as much, her back hurting enough to drive her to anger.

"Pearl, I canmmfffffffffffppp...mmmm....fffff......" Alexa's protests were snuffed out quite literally by a pound of boob flesh squeezing right into her mouth. Much how water filled every crevice of a vase allowed to trickle in, Pearl's chest sucked out all the space in Alexa's throat and replaced it with a jiggling, veiny boob.

Which, Alexa would add later, did make milk that was rather delicious.

"Alexa, sorry, I don't mean to rush you. Date night with the hubby. We have a babysitter and everything ready. You all just had to have a dress try-on and ruin our plans!" Pearl said it with a giggle befitting a younger, more lithe woman, but Alexa nodded anyway. Dressed in fine clothing, with a satin dress, pearls, and even some black gloves on her outfit (matching the tight hosiery she had one), Pearl did look ready for a nice date night. "Anyway, did you see the additions to your room?"

Alexa's eyes flicked around the room. Her pain had dulled her to the fact that, oh yeah, her room had some empty space filled and occupied space shifted around. Where some empty totes had once been had been replaced with stacks of clothes, up to the rather high ceiling. Pearl shrugged at that.

"I dunno where those came from, more clothes? I still am sorting through old ones for you. Ooooo, speed up a bit dear, that tempo is pretty slow." Pearl said, using her free hand to lightly direct Alexa's head. For one, there was a large, blatant diaper pail standing on four legs, with the advertising still on the side. SMART LID, AUTOMATIC DISPOSAL HELP, EASY USE!

All of them made Alexa blush just a bit, before her eyes flashed to the thing next to it.

A full-sized freaking changing table! As in, taking up probably an eighth to a quarter of the room, there was a changing table which had small steps to climb up, space below for changing supplies, with some pink diapers already filling said space, and then a big changing pad covered in unicorns. Alexa's eyes bulged at it a bit. How the hell did Pearl have a changing table which would fit her? Well Alexa wasn't a giant, Pearl's kids had to be in the 99th percentile of height or something...

"Don't worry! We washed it before giving it to you, sweetie. Least we all could do for you fixing my rather BIG..." Pearl bounced her boobs. "...issue." Alexa had a split second to respond when they switched boobs.

"I don't need a chang-.....mffffffppppp......" Alexa said, getting her mandated three words in before losing the battle to boobs.

Pearl turned her head a bit and then felt Alexa's padding. "You're right, I think you're good on a change for now sweetie." When your hand was on the person you were breastfeeding's diaper, it was hard not to sound demeaning. Alexa sulked for a second, while Pearl let loose a sigh of relief as she felt herself emptying out.

"Best of all? We even had a spare fridge we could get you! I have a surprise in there for you." Pearl said, turning Alexa's head to her desk, which had one of those mini-fridges which had grown in popularity in the past few years. It might fit just a few cans of soda in it, but Alexa tried to look on the bright side of it all. At least she had a fridge in her room now?

Thankfully it all was over much quicker than any previous time. Alexa was still bubbly, sleepy (the heating pad didn't help) and dazed, but Pearl was all too thankful.

"Gwash, you're the sweetest. Thank you sooooo much, hubbie is going to love a dedicated..." She winked. "Date night! See you tomorrow~!"

The fridge had two bottles of milk in it. Not real bottles, the type you buy at the store and can use for a few days, but actual, genuine baby bottles of milk in it. A note from Pearl explained that she had finally had a success at using a pump now that Alexa had "primed" it, so to speak, even if it was only two bottles worth.

"That's sweet, she made a bottle for you." Diana said as Alexa jumped up and peed herself, just a bit. She shut the fridge door.

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"You scared the daylights out of me. Ughh...I'm not sure how long I can be that woman's personal breast pump." Alexa said, rubbing her stomach. Both she and Diana acted as if that was the most normal interaction ever. Alexa spun around. "And this? I-....Diana, I don't need a changing table and a diaper pail? I mean, I know I NEED diapers, but like this feels more like a punishment than anything. What did I do wrong to deserve such...babyish things in my room?"

Alexa looked at Diana, actually a bit hurt. For Alexa, life had been a constant torrent of dealing with unfiltered, raw universal energy which wanted to expose her diapers, wanted to mock her for them, wanted to show the world her diapers and rub her face in it. Diana might not have read all those emotions from Alexa's face, but she could see some of them in her eyes. That's why her only response was to just hug Alexa.

"Alexa - I never meant them as a punishment. Honestly, Pearl was trying her nicest to deal with your condition." Condition. A nice, neutral term, Diana thought. "I'm sorry if it came across that way. I'm sorry about earlier too, I should have had James take you to the potty. I realize that probably was really embarrassing."

Alexa nodded into Diana's embrace. "It was really embarrassing...I'm sorry, I over-reacted then and now too. I just really am sensitive about anything babyish. People used to make so much fun of me for even using diapers."

Diana patted Alexa's diapered bottom. "Used to, key word." She let that hang in the air. "Alexa, there's no need to be sensitive about this stuff. I promise you, if I had a master plan to embarrass you for your diapers, it probably would have happened after the first or second change. I just figured you'd rather have a nice spot for your changes than the floor. Plus, I'd rather stop wasting trash bags each time you decide to use the bathroom."

Alexa looked at Diana with a serious face. "I really appreciate you saying all that. It's just when you have a friend's husband changing you and talking to you like you're a child, it's a bit...demeaning."

Diana scoffed. "Why?"

"Why what? I mean, come on, you're telling me you wouldn't feel something about having another adult clean your private parts like that?" Alexa said, as if Diana was an alien.

"Well, yeah, anyone who's not crazy would. But Alexa, I think what you have to get is that James and I have changed hundreds of diapers at this point. Probably thousands after we met you." Diana's humor wasn't timed well. "Ahm, you get my point. Honestly, at some point, you really aren't focused on what you're doing. You just do it. Can I be brutally honest with you?"

"Yes, but one second. That makes me feel better. It's just embarrassing. Having your private parts exposed like that." Alexa said, sitting down on her crib. It was the first time she had ever mentally called it her own crib, not catching herself.

"Brutal honesty time Alexa: Neither of us think about you in a sexual manner. You are family at this point. Genuinely. As in, family to the point where I'd hope you'd trust me to change some diapers. I mean, if my kids needed it, then I don't mind doing it for you. You've done more for me than some of my own aunts or even one of my sisters. I wish you'd trust James and I that we aren't out here conspiring against you." Diana said, looking a bit hurt.

Alexa nodded, swinging her feet. "Alright. I get it. Just - I remember when you first met me and thought I was a pervert or something...."

Diana chuckled. "Well, I didn't have all the facts, that's for sure. You and I keep having these conversations. Listen Alexa, I'm here for you, and I'll keep saying it. I promise you that your dirty diapers aren't worth making fun of you for. On that note, can I change you? I'm kind of tired. I guess I could call James in here to do your changes, when we had our other kids he'd do the evening changes."

Alexa nodded. "Woah woah woah, that's not necessary! Yes, you can change me." She paused, not too sure where to go from there.

Diana was, however, sure. Alexa felt her reach for her armpits, which prompted her to jump down from the not-a-crib, walking towards the changing table. She looked back at Diana. "I can walk over myself..."

Diana smirked. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend your sensibilities, miss please change my diaper." Alexa rolled her eyes back, grabbing her ankles while the woman wiped her clean; it was delightful, especially since the plastic mat she was on had a thick layer of cotton or some material which made laying there pretty comfortable.

Alexa's stomach grumbled while Diana was putting her night-time cloth diaper on her, sliding in an insert or two into her outfit; from one of the boxes, the woman pulled a bright blue one with a lightning bolt looking piece on the hood of the rather scratchy outfit. It fit Alexa very snug, and the buttons groaned a bit. It was from a game, but Alexa couldn't place it. When Diana realized she forgot a cover, she pulled one on that was covered in cute cartoon stars. When Diana beckoned Alexa downstairs for a heated up dinner, Alexa scrambled to find some pants to cover the onesie, since the diaper was very evidently out and about even under two layers.

"Ooops. Almost forgot that you have this now!" Diana said with a big smile, tossing the used diaper into the electronic pail.

Diana had one big thing going for her, she knew how to cook. Even after that rich breast milk, Alexa showed down on the bountiful pasta night the family had had; looking up from the pasta, she played on her phone, receiving messages from, funnily enough....both interns she had been talking to. It just hit Alexa that she had kissed two interns, the only difference between the two being their gender.

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Roy: Hey, still thinking about that kiss in the park 

Trisha: You awake? Still thinking about tomorrow . What do you think about my outfit?

Roy had attached a moreso teasing of a photo which showed his tight, skinny but muscular physique; Trisha had attached a photo that rid itself of pretending it was non-sexual, her tight dress pulled down with her chest only hidden by her long hair. Alexa felt herself blushing, staring at the photo with pasta in her mouth, before her phone's screen blurred and locked itself.

LEWD CONTENT DETECTED. RULE CAUGHT WITH: FLESH. DELETING PHOTOGRAPH 1.....

LEWD CONTENT DETECTED. RULE CAUGHT WITH: FLESH. DELETING PHOTOGRAPH 2.....

What the fuck?

NOTIFYING PARENT OF LEWD PHOTOGRAPHY. FLAGGING FURTHER MESSAGES FROM CONTACTS: Roy, Trisha

Alexa wasn't sure if this was a prank, before looking at her messages and realizing that both photos had been wiped from her texting history, leaving nothing. Diana's phone chimed, close enough to Alexa's field of view to let her peek at it while Diana smiled, turning her phone to show Alexa the two images the software had just captured.

"Are you really looking at porn at the dinner table?" Diana questioned.

"P-porn? My friends sent me that!" Alexa squeezed her thighs together, annoyed and angry. "Undo that feature, whatever that was!"

Diana scratched her head a bit. "Sorry, I'm not sure how....Just kidding, let me see if I can figure this out. Do you mind putting the dishes away while I do that?"

The dishes were completed, everything put away, and Alexa was too tuckered out to even figure out a solution for Diana. Back in her crib, having promised Diana she could put herself to bed, Alexa played on her phone, her hand gradually teasing her own nipples, then sliding down to rub against her diaper. Fuck. Alexa was horny...again. That brief glimpse of a photo had made her feel...something.

Frustratingly though, her mind was too tired to give much inspiration. And anytime Alexa tried searching something, she'd get some bullshit error code or WEBSITE BLOCKED web response. Frustrated and horny, Alexa threw her phone to the side, pulled her headphones on, and slipped her mouth guard on. The eye mask came on last. Sleep came quicker than she meant it to.

***

A big, cream-filled donut that Alexa was sure had more calories in it than she should have in a day. If she was being dramatic, that is. That's what Trisha put on her office desk as Alexa chewed her mouth guard. Forgetting to take it out, Alexa looked at the woman, puzzled.

"Fow me?" Alexa blushed, then popped out the mouth guard. Damnit, that was the first time she'd been caught.

"Uh, yes! I figured I'd thank you for the help with the box a few days ago. How's work?" Trisha asked, chewing on her own sweet treat while watching Alexa carefully eat her own.

"Sorry. Some pastries, it's a bit hard with braces." Alexa said, not wanting the girl to take it the wrong way.

Trisha shrugged. "Don't have to apologize for something you have to wear. Besides, they look cute on you. I'm not complaining."

Alexa looked at the clock. A few hours before lunch. She guessed she could relax a bit and have a conversation. Sinking into her yoga ball seat, Alexa yelped when her back had a sharp, shooting pain travel down her entire spinal column, resting in her tailbone.

Trisha's one eyebrow was raised. "You alright?"

Alexa shook her head. "My back, I slipped on some ice earlier this week."

"I hope you went to the Doctor?"

Alexa shook her head, and changed subjects quickly. She didn't need more people giving her more advice on what to do.

"About clubbing - I'll need to take a raincheck for Friday." Alexa said, licking some cream which had got on her cheeks.

Trisha gave her a look which burned a bit. "Hmmmm...have another date? You know, I'm not one for rain checks."

Yeah, Alexa mused to herself, a date with a hard wooden seat while she learned stuff she knew ten years ago. Ugh. She couldn't do Fridays again at the school.

"N-no. I'm doing my Masters right now. I have a class that evening. What about Saturday?" Alexa posed, hoping to kick the can down the road just a bit.

"Pixie. I can wait. Unless you have a midnight class, I imagine you'll be done with your school before I even start getting ready. That is, unless you also have an early bed-time." Trisha said with a saucy, naughty cadence; after that, she left the box of donuts and left Alexa by herself.

***

"Misses Johnson, is it? I hope this isn't how your company treats all their clients." The man looked hollow, sitting there, fat and more wealthy than Alexa might ever know.

Around him sat different representatives of the local community, at least it's businesses. As a part to get itself good PR, the company had tried to integrate it's operations with the local community, stirring up a hornet's nest as both the least profitable and richest businesses asked to be included, if only to have their name on the list. Really, the effort fell into Alexa's lap as an offer for her to just sit in as someone along the wall, listening and taking notes.

Except she was the only one who showed up to the meeting! Well, a bunch of low-level people and interns sat in the back, but Alexa had been the one doofus to sit at the main table, meaning they looked to her to explain work for two companies she technically didn't even work for.

Shit.

Worst of all, she was desperately in need of a change. Maybe desperate was an exaggeration, but Alexa knew what her stomach rumbling meant.

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"W-well, seeing as no one from either company is here, I can begin. I'd like to introduce myself..." She said, ambling her way to the front and working off no prepared notes.

Fate gave her a shot at success. It asked her for a karmic trade, however. Her presentation, thrown together and slapstick at times, was rather successful, to the point the business leaders all got up 15 minutes in feeling quite good about themselves, and inviting Alexa out for drinks. Alexa did fill her diaper in those 15 minutes, though. The mess sat in her diaper, taunting her, especially once she sat down at the table for a brief second.

"Listen, I know perhaps I was less than impressed by your companies greeting style. But god damnit, you can sell yourself well on your feet." The older man said, slapping the table. Everyone nodded. Alexa looked around the room. They all looked satisfied. Had her faux confidence gotten her that far? "But I've been waiting for 30 minutes, and I don't miss my lunch-time beer. Who wants to take this downstairs?"

So Alexa ended up in a messy diaper, surrounded by the men and women who ran the businesses in the local community, drinking and talking. As she was the only one able to engage, she had precisely zero chance to sneak off to even see how bad her diaper was. Thankfully, she could sneak glances in the mirror. Nothing evident in her business attire.

1 beer here, a shot as thanks for having a good presentation, another beer chugged with some car wash owner, a shot downed with a daycare owner, and then....

Alexa was drunk in the middle of the day. Drunk and ready to piss herself.

The group took a photo of the engagement, Alexa smiling and in the center, throwing up a peace sign. While peeing herself. While her hands were on her knees, and her teeth bit into her lip. Ugh. Her soggy diaper felt horrible by this point, sagging and wrapped around her, warming her in a bar that had AC which seemed to never worked and airflow that just wasn-...

"Misses Johnson, quite a lovely presentation." A man who looked more academic than business oriented said, sliding next to her on a barstool. Alexa ignored the cooling urine and mess in her pants and sat on the stool next to him.

The man spoke candidly.

"You're wearing my competitors attire. I don't fault you for it." He sipped his drink, giving Alexa a second to ponder his statement. She looked down at her suit jacket, opening it and then staring at her blouse.

He laughed. His voice was lost against the hum of the afternoon, trickling only into Alexa's ears. "Not the outfit. I am being rather obtuse, am I not? Your diaper, it's from an overseas competitor. I know my stuff."

Alexa wasn't sure how to speak to the man on that. What was she supposed to say. Confirm his opinion? That was the worst option. "I'm not sure how you exactly came to that opini-..."

"The diaper's waistband is slightly peaking out, and the one's you are wearing aren't designed for discreetness. If I had to guess, they are designed for a younger woman, meaning they have less capacity, meaning you likely need a cha-..."

Alexa cut him off. "W-what do you want? Stop talking about my, uhm, choice of undergarments." She gave the appearance of being about to leave.

"I apologize, it did quite sound like I was blackmailing you? Here, let's start over. My name is Saw Raymond, yes, spelled like a Saw. I am the owner and proprietor of the last diaper factory this country has. Not just diaper factory. Are you familiar with National Business University?"

Alexa groaned. Too familiar, in fact. "Yes, I go there for my Master's."

"We produce their uniforms, although I hope you don't have to wear one of those for your college classes." His wink made Alexa laugh.

"Again, what do you want from me?" Alexa said, squirming and sipping her drink. This was an odd conversation.

He shook his head. "What does any salesmen want? The more people who use my diapers, which are of a higher quality than whomever else you are using, I'm certain of it, the longer my factory stays around. Hard to stay in this business when my biggest customer base is no longer parents but adults, you know?"

Alexa raised her eyebrow while he slid a pamphlet across the table, talking about every type and variety of diaper his business offered. It was endearing in a way, even if the price tag was a bit high. "Oh....I see." Alexa felt a bit at ease with the man, oddly enough. "Right now I use cloth diapers and my insurance is paying for other diapers..."

"Absurd! Too easy! My factory, we can beat your insurance, and get you the highest quality diapers." He slid another pamphlet talking about their cloth diapers, and then another about their school uniforms. Alexa regrettably recognized one. "Perhaps you might like a tour of our factory this weekend, hm? We have been trying to expand our social media presence."

"I'll have to get back to you...." Alexa trailed off. The man seemed to understand the conversation was over.

"Ah. Do get back to me before long, yes~?"

A business card was thrown on the table, and with that, he had disappeared into the general crowd, then was gone. What an interesting person. Alexa did look at his pamphlets while walking back to the office, the buzz fading away after she had chugged a ton of water.

***

5 more seconds. That's all Alexa had needed. Well, all she needed more of at least. But life was cruel. Just as she was taping her new diaper on, someone had knocked and opened the door in what felt like 2 seconds. Rushing to pull her pants up, hide the old diaper, and scramble off the floor, Alexa was red faced and paranoid looking.

She had reason to be. It was the older looking member of the C-suite for one the companies, who Alexa had never really met, but had been told she was to be afraid of. Her no nonsense look scared Alexa, reminding her of her own boss.

"Misses Johnson...I heard about your performance today. Quite stellar, from the accounts the third-hand accounts I just was told. Quick on your feet from the first-hand ones." Alexa wasn't sure how to respond, just nodding dumbly.

"I appreciate your effort. The individuals who failed us will be dealt with accordingly. You will be rewarded as appropriate. That is all." This woman talked more like a dictator of a banana republic than a company executive! The woman left, turning one last time and looking down at the used diaper Alexa had not gotten to throw away or hide. "Oh, and do hide your diapers if you're bringing a client over?"

Ah, shit. Can't win them all, she supposed. Alexa was on her last frayed nerve at this point, meaning she really didn't consider what the woman had just said to her until the day was nearing its conclusion. It was hard to be snarky back when you had three inches of padding between your legs; it was harder too when the person who said that composed the leadership of one of the companies you had to work for.

Chapter 51

"Who the hell is that child in the other room?" Santiago, Emmie's husband asked, just loud enough that Alexa could hear. Work had been a breeze, besides for a light ache on her back, and Trisha reminding her that she promised to go clubbing with her sometime this weekend. "You're supposed to tell me about playdates?"

Emmie laughed and responded. "That's Alexa's, Timmy's tutor!"

Alexa didn't feel like she was in too dorky or childish an outfit. Well, maybe it was dorky, since it was her work outfit, but she'd purposefully kept it on to look as professional as possible. Even if she didn't want to be a tutor. But, sitting on the carpet with the boy, working on problems using some childish examples, Alexa supposed she could understand the confusion.

"My bad." Was the man's only response. He leaned in, waving.

"Hey Alexa. Nice to meet you. Thanks for tutoring my kid." No more words followed. Alexa was thankfully wrapping up rather soon, since she needed the bathroom. The top of the hour came and went, and Alexa felt comfortable stopping, the boy finally understanding what numbers were what; his mom was over joyed at the progress.

She asked Alexa's price for the tutoring.

Alexa tried a list of responses, each more desperate than the last. Her need to pee made her wild.

Free? Oh no, Emmie couldn't just walk over Alexa.

Half her usual price from college? Oh, that was just too low for what Alexa had done.

Her usual price from college? Was Alexa sure, I mean, she had just helped so much....

Double her usual price? There we go, Emmie said, clapping her hands and writing the check.

Alexa took the antiquated form of payment and began to waddle her way out of the house. She promised to come back on the weekend. Emmie watched the young looking woman, her diaper peaking out from under her pants, and smiled. Hmm - perhaps the best type of tutor was most similar to the pupils she taught.

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"You would NOT believe how the date when yesterday. Gawd, it felt like the world had been lifted off my shoulders!" Pearl said, as a tuckered out Alexa lay on her lap, trying her best to suckle as quick as possible to have the experience end. "The experience" as Alexa was thinking to herself (She was not being breastfed, she was experiencing it....she tried to tell herself), was supposed to be over when Pearl came over for the evening.

Then Pearl walked in with a brand new gaming console to give to Alexa.

"Well, my husband works at the company, and honestly, he had this as a present for our son...but that boy could care less about the thing. He likes playing on his computer. Do you want it? I'm not too sure what its worth....We have a TV you can hook it up to." Pearl said, trailing off as Alexa practically jumped Pearl for the device.

"Of course! I can....." Alexa held the box, Pearl held Alexa, and then Pearl's boobs held open Alexa's mouth.

Damnit, Alexa grimaced, frowned, and then realized maybe this time, she could take some milk to her gullet for a good cause.

Hooking the console up to the TV, then the TV up to the wall made the past twenty minutes of breast suckling all worth it; especially since the console was brand new. Man, whoever Pearl's kids were, they had to be the biggest idiots in the neighborhood for not jumping at this! Alexa lay on her back against the leg of the not-a-crib, setting everything up, enjoying some positive from the negatives of the past few minutes.

"Alexa, dinner time." Diana said, not receiving a response from the girl; she stood in front of her and the TV. She repeated herself.

"Can I eat later, sorry, have to game for a second here..." Alexa said absent mindedly, with Diana's big butt taking over a part of her view as the woman bent at the hip, pulling out the pour cord for the TV.

"I said, dinner time." Diana said with some annoyance.

Alexa was baffled why Diana seemed so offended, but let the woman take her downstairs. The rest of the family was there, enjoying themselves, while Alexa snuck in silently. No one really made a comment to her, letting her just enjoy the noise without being involved.

When everyone was done eating, Alexa tried her best to sneak off again, before Diana grabbed her by the pant waistband.

"No, no, no, it's your chore night tonight Alexa." Diana said, pointing at the fridge, which had her name next to Diana's for the evening.

Ugh. Of course it was her night! Not wanting to disagree with the woman, she proceeded to take over washing the dishes while her diaper started sagging. It was evident from her pajama pants, which we loose, but not too loose to hide the evidence of a grown woman unknowingly using the potty. Going about her chores, Alexa didn't notice Diana or her husband sniff the air, exchange looks, then both look at Alexa. More noticeable than even the diaper accident was the very subtle, but striking, noise of Alexa grinding her teeth, which alerted both of the hyper alert parents.

Diana whisked the woman away. "Alexa sweetie, thanks for the help with all the chores! Mind coming upstairs with me?"

Alexa, confused, nodded her head.

"What do you need to talk about Diana?" Alexa asked, as Diana shut the door and pulled her to the changing table.

Now Diana was confused.

"Alexa you used your diaper, look..." Diana said, comfortable enough now to just pull the woman's pajamas down to her ankles.

"Oh, uhm..." Shit, Alexa hadn't even realized!

Diana looked concerned. "Did you not know you had an accident?"

"N-No, I knew I had an accident!"

"How was it an accident then?" Diana smugly asked, picking up Alexa by the armpits and putting her on her new changing station.

"Y-you know what I meant! I, uhm, I didn't have an accident, I just used my diaper." Alexa said.

"Right..." Diana muttered. "So you willingly filled your diaper with all this mess?" She asked, undoing the tapes and allowing the smell to fill the room.

"Ye-yeah...?" Alexa asked, causing Diana to shake her head as usual. She lightly swatted Alexas thigh. "Lying is a sin, you know."

Her diaper was thrown in the electronic disposable bin. "Geez, this thing is convenient!"

Diana cleaned Alexa without so much as another comment, pulling out an outfit from the bin. "Oh this is adorable, do you want to wear this one?"

Alexa looked in the mirror after Diana had wrangled the outfit onto her. It was the outfit of a child. As in, an actual child that was straining to fit her.

A solid red jumper skirt that stopped nearer to her belly button than her waist, with a built-in top, it fully exposed her diaper; that exposure was solved by a pair of plastic pants, which were properly sized, and then a diaper cover, which was not properly sized, making the buttons strain a bit. At least the skirt was rather cute, if way too short for Alexa.

"I can't wear this, it's...." Alexa followed behind Diana, who was pulling her to the bathroom. She didn't want to be seen in this.

"Adorable, right? Now we haven't been putting curlers in your hair, have we...hold still for a few minutes." A few minutes drifted to later into the evening, as Diana put in such big heatless curlers that Alexa wasn't sure she even needed. After the curlers, Alexa found herself once again walking behind Diana. She'd gotten lost in that dang iPad again, forgetting her protests of the absurd outfit. The three layers and squeak of the plastic didn't help.

"...Diana, can I..." Alexa was practically yanked down the steps.

"Wear your mouth guard? Yes of course, you were grinding your teeth a bit ago." Diana said, putting the mouth guard in Alexa's mouth, treating her more like a horse than a human.

Alexa let her protests die after that. Really, she only protested once she was finally back in her bedroom, belly full of another glass of warm milk, prescribed medicine, and whatever else she trusted Diana with giving her, cushioned butt on her not-a-crib. Then, Diana started reaching for the lights, and Alexa looked at her nearby laptop, which showed that it wasn't even 8 in the evening yet! She quickly pulled her mouth guard out.

"Hey wait, I was going to stay up a bit and play some games." Alexa said, with Diana taking a bit of affront to that.

"It's bedtime, Alexa." Diana reached for one of the booties.

"I'm an adult, I don't have a bedtime..." Alexa said, standing up. The humiliation of the past day came out of her all at once.

Diana seemed a bit shocked, but nodded your head. "You're right Alexa, I'm....sorry. Mom mode. Hard to turn off, you know?"

Alexa relaxed a bit. "It's alright. I guess how I'm dressed doesn't help my case, like I'm a complete baby! I'd think I had a bedtime too."

Diana felt bad. "Alexa, Alexa, you need to break your habit of demeaning yourself like that. It's just a cute outfit. Would you say I was a baby if I wore that? Are the people who wear diapers for medical reasons babies for wearing those?"

Alexa shook her head. "Th-that's different....It's not that you're a baby, but it is babyish..."

Diana rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say. Not sure I trust a girl who has accidents. Try not to wake up any of the kids while you play games, alright?"

Alexa didn't have a saucy response back to Diana, embarrassed at the knowledge that earlier had truly been an accident. Fiddling with the game console and downloading all the updates necessary, Alexa found herself on her stomach, back lightly aching, head on her chin. The room felt pretty hot, and a bit damp, but in a cozy, comfy way. The screen looked a bit bleary, and then her chin slipped down from her hand, and the-...zzzzzzzzzzzz..........zzzzzzzzz..........

Alexa fell asleep 16 minutes after telling Diana she didn't need a bedtime. Diana knew that, because she watched the baby monitor, curious if her own internal bet would be right or wrong. She was, of course, right. Much like one of her own children when they were tuckered out, Alexa mumbled some nonsensical words as Diana lifted her up and tucked her in. Diana used a nearby rag to wipe away a bit of drool from Alexa's mouth, which had formed at both corner's due to the mouth guard.

Alexa felt a light kiss on her forehead, but only faintly, through her dreams.

Chapter 52

"Isn't that just plain adorable, is it dress like mom day?" The older daycare owner accosted Alexa with her somewhat shrill, somewhat sweet, voice as the petite business woman slid into the small van. Ugh. Where was the usual boy who ran the route?

"Sweetie, it's not nice to ignore people when they talk to you! Your mommy said we had to get you a new car-seat, lucky for you, one of our former charges left his!" The woman said, putting the car in park; Alexa turned, not seeing Diana behind her, meaning she had to face this woman alone.

Thankfully, she felt pretty good today. No messy accident in the morning, well-rested, and ready to get after the day.

"Listen lady, I appreciate you being so kind, but I am n-.........mmmmmmmphff....." Alexa found herself out of her backpack, shoved into the car-seat, and with a pacifier in her mouth before she could blink. The old lady might have been a bat, but she was a bat who had surprising strength and took no nonsense, meaning Alexa found herself beeing buckled into the car-seat in no time.

This was no regular car-seat for a child, Alexa was certain this was for someone with medical concerns, either physical or mental, since she found herself with five buckles tightened, some thigh harnesses snugly tightened, and even a tightened cord around both of her wrists. None of it was tightened to where she would hurt herself, but it was tight to the point where she was squirming and struggling to get out.

For the majority of the car ride. So Alexa, stuck in the far back of the van, as kids a third or half her age got in, was stuck struggling and suckling on a pacifier; when she spat the gross thing out, the old crone had warned her not to "tempt fate", and got one of the kids to shove it back in her mouth. She did that twice more, before the old bitch (excuse her language, Alexa thought to herself), and promised "just punishment", which put a chill on all the kids and their general fun mood. That third time, Alexa had actually gotten out of one of the buckles, undoing the whole apparatus, meaning she was free of it all; just as she was about to mock the old woman for her lackluster abilities, the van lurched forward. Like an overconfident fool, Alexa had stood up in the van, eager to get some verbal jabs in. Alexa, instead, got to have a face to face meeting with the sturdy plastic center console, while the woman slammed the breaks to park.

Embarrassed, dizzy, and bleeding a bit, Alexa had a bit of a breakdown as she was pulled by her ear into the daycare. For an old lady, the crone could certainly yank her around; Jessica soon found herself in the main office, facing a mirror.

"My goodness, what in the world got into you? In all my years of..." The woman muttered and griped as she rushed to wipe off the slight dribbles of blood from Alexa's face; they were minor injuries, and thankfully, besides for a pretty strong head-ache, Alexa was only out of the encounter with some mutters from the old woman. That, and some cute band-aids on her face. Until she turned and looked at herself in the mirror, realizing the seat of her pants had somehow ripped

"Now, I'm not certain if your mommy will be okay with this, but I'd rather ask forgiveness than permission." The old woman said, grabbing Alexa harshly by the back of a neck with one hand, and pantsing her with the other. Then Alexa found her very comfortable cheeks exposed to the world.

Alexa swore she could hear some movement outside the room. That became the least of her problem as Miss Miria, much like Diana did, prepped her for a spanking.

"Miria, I'm not so certain you...." Alexa, before she was even across the woman's lap, began speaking out. Struggling too.

Again, Alexa learned the definition of an old woman's strength, as she kicked her feet and squirmed. All it earned was a harsher smack on the ass from the woman.

"Misses M!" The woman corrected her, with a sort of calm roaring anger an older woman might master. With one hand easily pinning Alexa to her lap, and another whipping on Alexa's bottom, all that Alexa could do was cry out and beg for forgiveness.

That did not come easily. Alexa's cheeks wobbled and shook, slowly forming around Miria's hand, as if taking on a life of their own from the spanking. Each smack was precise, finding a new pain point to cause an electrical shock which ran right into Alexa's brain. Once the shock hit, Miria would move onto a different cheek, turning Alexa into a blubbering mess in a baker's dozen worth of spanks. But the loaves Miria was kneading and whipping into shape needed more and more punishment, leaving Alexa stuck just with begging for forgiveness.

"GoddamnitTTTTTTTTT I'm sowwyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!" Alexa screamed for what she was sure the fifth time.

"No you're not, not yet you aren't. Especially not if you're swearing like that in a place like this." Miria gave Alexa a chance to collect herself. "Now, before I let you get up, I want you to repeat exactly what I say. And then we'll get onto you swearing too...."

Alexa nodded, wanting anything to get off the woman's lap.

"I'll be the most perfect Tyke at Misses M's Young Tyke Daycare." What the fuck? What a mouthful, Alexa thought internally, earning a smack for taking a second too long to reply.

"I'l-i'll...be....the....mos-mosTTTTTTTT.." Alexa earned a smack for seeming to pause for just a second too long again. "...perfect Tyke at Misses M's Young Tyke Daycareeeeeeeeeeeee...." Alexa had shot up in pain, before realizing it was just Misses M hand hovering over her ass threateningly.

"Get up." Alexa didn't need to be told twice. Pants at her ankle, tears still coming down her face, Alexa felt lik-....

"Sweetie, if you had to go pee pee, you should have told me..." Misses M said, looking down at her now ruined dress due to being covered in a large wet spot.

Alexa, horrified, started explaining herself. "Omygawsh, I...." Misses M shot her daggers in her eyes before getting up and pointing at the corner.

"Corner, now." Alexa waddled her way to the corner, the squishy diaper rubbing its insides against her legs, disgusting her. So she stared at the corner, her cheeks a sore reminder if she decided to talk back to the woman; when the woman brought out a bar of soap, making her hold it with her teeth, Alexa felt even worse. She dipped her head down and tried to go to a happy place.

"Eyes straight ahead. You're lucky, in my youth I would've washed that mouth of yours with the bar of soap. Now I'll be back, I'm going to call your mommy."

This corner-time, Alexa could feel how long had past. She counted it. The clinking of an old grandfather clock helped. 6 minutes, 8 seconds. On the dot.

"Alright, let's get you changed. You got your pee on your top, and mommy said she's a bit busy, but she should be able to get you a change of clothes in an hour or two." Misses M said, stripping what remained of Alexa's clothes very quickly; Alexa noticed a new dress on the woman. And an outfit in hand for Alexa.

A juvenile, infantile outfit. "I am no-..." A whap on the butt ended that.

"Hush. You made such a bit deal out of your pacifier, but I see why a trouble maker like you needs one." She said, shoving one on the ground right into Alexa's mouth.

It wasn't as juvenile as Alexa had worn previously, but it wasn't something she could wear to work. A pair of shortalls with snaps in the crotch area; a white shirt with a big cartoon smiley face went underneath. White became the matching color under the shortalls, as one of the daycare's finest diapers was strapped onto Alexa, complete with so much baby powder you barely could see Alexa's parts. That, and some cooling lotion for her cheeks. Alexa covered her face out of shame for the whole situation.

"Aww sweetie..." The old woman, flipping on a dime, cooed. "There's no reason to be ashamed. Plenty of people need their diapers. We can check you more often before going to work, your mommy said you often have wet ones when you go into work."

Alexa didn't take the pacifier out, feeling too scared to.

"Come with me sweetie. We've been needing to this for you for a long time. Isn't this fun?" She pulled Alexa into another room. On one side sat a computer, on another, a stool with a cute background behind it. Alexa pulled her pacifier out, the thing strapped to the daycare supplied shortalls.

"W-what is this?" Alexa said, sat on the wooden stool.

Out came a chunk of plastic. Confused, Alexa stared at the card, CHILD SAFETY ID etched on the top of the thing, with a generic photo for the generic version of the card. The daycare owner's wicked look belied something...strange about the situation. Surely she knew Alexa was an adult that couldn't have one of these, right?

"Oh, I have my ID, no worr-..." Alexa reached for either her purse or backpack, coming up short.

"Don't worry - we'll get you a replacement right away dear." The grin made Alexa dread her own existence.

[Jako_Tu]

Chapter 53

"I don't need one though, I'm not some kid who..." Alexa didn't get a verbal response, but she did get a quick smack on her inner thigh, and then a dagger filled look. A twinge of her bladder, an ache of her ass, a grumble in her belly telling her she needed the potty made Alexa malleable.

"Sweetie, do we need another spanking? I'm more than happy to provide." The old dog could sense when she had the upper hand on someone she had wanted to correct for so long, and relished it. Soaked in it.

"C-can I use the bathroom first before we do this?" Alexa asked. Time was a resource here. One Alexa needed to spend so Diana could arrive and save the day.

"Oh no, we can get this done before you even need the potty. Besides, for someone of your age, their bathroom in on their waist!" Alexa's fingers were grabbed roughly as they were squished into an odd, sticky feeling pad on the table in front of her; without skipping a beat, the woman clicked a few buttons, filling the screen with Alexa's fingerprints. The procedure was repeated for her other hand. Squirmy, Alexa had her hand pushed down while the woman tutted, typing Alexa's "details" in with her free hand.

CHILD SAFETY ID
LEXI EVIE JOHNSON-SAUERS

Preferred Name - Evie

Date of Birt-...

"Hey wait a minute, you put a number that says I'm 4 years old!" Alexa cried out, as if the situation was not the height of absurdity already. "And that's not my last name! Or first! Or middle!"

"Right, I suppose 4 years don't pee themselves anymore, do they?" For a brief second, she changed it to say Alexa was two, before changing it to actually say Alexa was a more reasonable age. Reasonable in the sense of attending daycare or pre-school, not reasonable in the sense of Alexa being a fully grown woman. Alexa glowered. Her arms crossed themselves and she said nothing, even as the camera was pointed at her.

"Aww sweetie, smile! Wait....wait..." The lady stalled, before leaving the room for the briefest of seconds. Alexa, balancing a careful act of not filling her diaper and wanting to mess with the lady, reached across the empty space between her and the keyboard to use some of her own skills. Scrambling to make her age accurate, she didn't hit the save icon, unintentionally undoing all her work.

Miss M returned before she could cause any real havoc, and Alexa escaped her wrath with her quick hands. In her hand was one of those dorky bucket hats you'd wear as either a joke or to protect yourself from the sun; Alexa got it put on her head purely due to having the daycare's logo on it, combined with a slot for two messy pigtails to come out. By the time the lady was done with threading her hair through it, Alexa was defeated. Bathroom. Bathroom. Thats all she needed. "Look at that! Adorable. Now even in your photo everyone will know where you go. Say cheese!"

The smile wasn't big enough. Then it was too big, then it was.... Alexa wasn't sure. She lost herself in the horridness of the moment and held back a pang in her bowels once more.

"We're missing something..." Miss M said, before looking around the room, noticing the un-used pacifier, and popping it into Alexa's mouth. "Now give me a big grin, Evie!"

Pacifier half out, braces gleaming at the edges of her mouth not hidden behind rubber, Alexa's eyes shut, dorky glasses sliding down her nose as a mess filled her diaper, a gasp, and then someone rapping on the door as the old crone gloated over the "wonderful" photo. Diana, looking out of breath, exasperated, and plain fed up, had arrived. A few minutes too late, as the Child Safety ID silently registered in government systems Alexa never had heard of, updating rows and columns with information few would question.

"What in the world is going on?" Diana said, looking like she had thrown on some clothes, driven straight over, physically filling the space between Alexa and the now more nice looking daycare owner.

"Well, it all started when...." Alexa had the pleasure of hearing Miriam's version of events, telling Diana her own right after, with the woman a silent judge, nodding along. If Diana had an opinion, she did not express it immediately. Finally, she sighed. First, she jumped down Miriam's throat for spanking Alexa, for changing her, for the ID, for the pacifier, for all of it. But then she sighed and turned to Alexa, who, after hearing how her actions were just as silly, chewed on the end of the pacifier and squirmed in her mess. The photo sat in front of her. Did she really need to mess herself in every identification photo?

"Alexa, you know better. It's always better to be the bigger person. Look where you are now just because you couldn't stomach Miriam's madness for a little bit. I probably would've spanked you myself, lest the kids get out of line." Diana said with a huff, checking Alexa's band-aid. "Besides, Miria was trying to help you Alexa, even if she didn't know it - you have to be wearing your mouth guard when you don't need to talk, remember?"

Alexa glumly nodded. "Y-yesh, bubb..." Diana tutted.

"Don't interrupt me, young lady." Diana said with her hands on her hips. "Now, I brought you a change of office clothes. And a change for your diaper. I'll give you them if you apologize to Misses Miria." She dramatically turned around. "And you'll get out of me calling the police for assault charges when you apologize to Alexa." In one hand, the bag of clothes and Alexa's diapers; in another, the phone ready to dial.

Both women gave apologies neither meant, given the threat (or promise) in front of them, sighing once they had let the words escape. Alexa's had called Miria Misses M, and Misses M had called Alexa Evie. Miss M spoke up first.

"Diana, while we are on the same discussion, and before I have to attend to the other children - might you make sure Evie wears a bit more....appropriate attire for a child while attending daycare? A few parents have been disconcerted at an unknown adult riding with the children, you see." The logic made a perverse sort of sense.

"Alexa's not one of the other children, first off." Diana placed the baggy of clothes in Alexa's lap. "But...understood, you are doing a favor for a friend. She'll change here once she's ready to go to work. And unless she repeats the same exact behavior again, please call me before any disciplinary actions like today occur. I'm her Emergency contact, after all. Does that make sense?"

Misses M nodded. "Of course, thank you for the compromise."

It was hard to want to fight with a messy diaper strapped around your waist. Alexa had learned that feeling all too well. It was much easier to talk once she and Diana were alone, even if it was as Diana changed her messy diaper.

"Alexa, don't make me tan your cheeks even more. Come on, you know the drill, grab your ankles." Diana said, slightly, in a totally non painful way, swatting Alexa's inner thigh. Diana's relaxation and shift towards acting like Carol made Alexa smile a bit.

Alexa hadn't even questioned the fact that Diana had told her to get on the changing table or how used to this pose she was becoming.

"Lucky for you, I had some aloe in the car. Your cheeks would've been burning all day." Diana rubbed the soothing gel in an appreciated gusto from Alexa.

Reaching for the business clothes, Alexa sighed, chewing her lip as Diana looked at the ID. The clothes were just out of grasp.

"Adorable. I guess in someway you are a Sauer now, aren't you~. Why are your eyes shut so tightly in this photo?" She turned it over in her hand, before handing it back to Alexa, who slipped it into her backpack. Alexa's lack of response spoke volumes. "Oh...On camera? Sorry about that sweet. Sorry as well that it took me so long to get here. For a second, I forgot it wasn't one of my actual kids at Little Tykes and was just going to head back to sleep. James saved your bacon."

That made Alexa laugh enough to forget the situation. Still, she was quite nude in solely a diaper, and now that she was sat up, Alexa made a grab for the clothes to fix that little issue. Diana tutted.

"Lex, you heard the compromise. I'm sorry but you have to go back in the shortalls. Or did some of your accident get on them?" Diana said, looking into the clothes for the tell tale wetness or discoloration.

"N-no, but I just, uhm..." Alexa looked with the saddest puppy eyes at Diana. "I just wanna not think on this morning, I'm sorry Diana. I really have to? They are so....s-soooooo childish! I mean, I feel so silly recently. I have to go to daycare in the morning, dress like a schoolgirl in the evening, breastfed, then I sleep in a crib. Top it off, one of the executives I work with walked in on me changing. And your husband found out I'm diaper dependent!"

While Alexa babbled and started spiraling a bit, Diana got her dressed back up. Once she was done, Diana sat on the edge of the changing table, allowing Alexa a soft cry into her shoulder.

"Lex, this too shall pass. One day you'll get to drive, you'll graduate from school, and we'll whip that potty training into shape. What matters isn't what you wear, but what you are. Who you are. I will never let anyone, ever, ever hurt you, okay? But right now, when you're here, you have to follow the agreement we made." Diana said, wiping tears from Alexa's eyes.

The room took on an air of silence. Alexa nodded. "Th-thanks Diana. You always know how to make a girl feel better even when her ID says she's four and she's three diaper changes deep before 8 am."

Diana laughed. "Oh Lex, I'm so glad you're in my life. Now, I do apologize sweetie, but I was planning on taking James to a medical appointment this morning. I'll have to depart."

Alexa nodded. There was a slight rap on the door, Miss M likely having been hovering outside. Diana bid Alexa adieu, and Miss M confiscated the adult pile of clothes. And her backpack too. As if to offer her some consolation, the old witch slipped on the lanyard Alexa had barely ever paid attention to with the kids. Inside the lanyards little pocket was her child safety ID, front and center, plucked from her backpack like the witch had a homing device on where it was.

"I don't need to wear that, come on." Alexa said, fiddling with the lanyard before the woman wagged her finger.

"You heard Ms Sauers, your guardi-...sorry, 'Emergency Contact'. You can come to my office to change. But while here, I can't have the kids or parents complaining that we have someone different. Do you want to find a substitute ride? Keep complaining and we'll go there, Evie Sauers."

"N-no, but, can I just stay in your office and work? I'll be good, promise...?" Alexa said it meekly. Any trickle of resistance left her once the lanyard weighed down her neck.

Miss M shook her head. "Maybe tomorrow when you're a bit better behaved, mhm? Still have breakfast to go. Let's walk you to your class."

It was a different room then Alexa and been in, with different workers who never had seen Alexa as an adult, but seemed more than willing to accept her as Evie the tempestuous spunky brat. With all of her belongings placed in a cubby marked with cute pink letters proclaiming EVIE, Alexa tried her best to compartmentalize. Listen to Diana. This too shall pass.

"Sweetie, you're here just in time for breakfast!" The worker said, escorting Alexa to a place on the floor, surrounded by a gaggle of children. She had a clipboard in hand. "Now, your mommy doesn't seem to have put anything in your dietary file...does anything make your stomach hurt? Or should we call mom just to make sure?"

This too shall pass, Alexa kept repeating to herself, as she swallowed some soggy cereal, two dry boiled eggs, and some stale white bread. Even when she narrowly dodged a thrown milk box and an apple core. Deep breath.

Chapter 54

Alexa's watch buzzed, the alarm she had set for herself. Mandatory suffering time at daycare was up! Time to get out of this madhouse. Walking to collect her backpack, she made it all the way to the door, which...

Did not budge. Oh, a deadbolt on the door. Right, that made sense, can't have the kids try to escape, or a bad trying to get in, good thing she could reach with a nearby stool...

"Sweetie, it's not time to head outside just yet! Let's put our stuff down and sit back down next to Dayleigh, okay?"

Ready to give the woman a piece of her mind, Alexa turned on her heels. "I am n-...."

The door behind her opened. Miss M had come to collect her. "Evie, your pickup is here sweetie."

Sweet relief, saved by the damn bell!

Walking behind the daycare owner, Alexa tried not to think that if the daycare owner had not been there to come collect her, she would have been screwed. Sure, she might undo the bolt, but now a worker would think she's a runaway child. Which would raise more questions! Which likely would annoy that old bitch Miss M.

Alexa did not stop fuming till her blouse was finished being buttoned and her slacks wrapped around her dry diaper. Miss M gave her a wink.

"You know, I did tell you I'd let you come to my office if you simply were a good girl. Getting up when not told falls outside that category. Better luck Monday, you'll have a whole morning to prove yourself."

Alexa didn't dignify her with a response. The gall. That woman would get a piece of her mind one day.

Miss M enjoyed watching the girl stomp off, diaper peeking slightly above her waistband. More than that, she enjoyed that Alexa hadn't noticed she'd been let out of the building by Miss M graciously unlocking the sealed door - which only the workers badges or a parents app might allow. The young had so much wisdom to learn from the old!

Whatever the brats age, Evie would learn what a little bit of respect, obedience, and guidance was.

Chapter 55

Work was a typical Friday affair. Alexa found herself chewing on the tip of her pen throughout the entire day, her mind off not in a day-dream, but thinking about work projects next week. She had a level of distaste at having the mouth guard occupying the empty space of her mouth this morning, thinking it more of a pacifier than anything. Just as she was about to get up for lunch (and a change), someone from the front of the building paged her office. Apparently she had a visitor. It was the one and only, James. Huh, Diana had been messaging her, but that was for making sure she was checking her diaper. And receiving pictures of it.

"Hey Alexa. I was driving around and figured you'd might want some company for lunch." James said it with that goofy smile she had grown used to. "My medical appointment turned out great! Interested?"

"Definitely!" Forgetting the squish of her diaper, she zipped out of the company parking lot with James and had an enjoyable meal with him.

On the way back, Alexa and James stopped for some coffee, Alexas selection more sugar and syrup than anything else. James bought her coffee. His mind came out through his eyes when he was relaxed. Alexa could tell he wanted to ask something.

"Alexa, Diana told me I might have been a bit insensitive when I was changing your diaper. Sorry for my curious comments, I promise they didn't come from a bad place. I imagine a girl your age likely doesn't want another adult wiping her down and changing her bottom." He said it, giving the telltale sign of someone who had been corrected by their spouse and was trying to make it right.

"It's all water under the bridge, I know you meant very well." Alexa said with a smile.

"You don't need a change now, do you? Diana said I should ask." James said. Alexa knew Diana had to be messing with her at this point. For once, Alexa summoned the courage to lie.

"Nope, all dry!" Alexa said, the squish of her diaper refreshing itself and further yellowing as she unknowingly spurted more pee out into it.

She returned to her office, finding it undisturbed, working the rest of the afternoon away before realizing her ride from Little Tyke's would likely be arriving soon. Her hands were stuck in a permanent prayer in the hopes that it would not be Miria.

Of course. Fate was a cruel mistress tonight. Miss M stood by the car, shifting around as Alexa approached, the autumn evening a bit chillier than expected. Alexa warmed by a peacoat Jodie or Joan had so graciously donated to her. Rain dripped down irregularly.

"Alright sweetie. Up in the boot. Your guardian said you forgot your school clothes on you and that you probably needed a change. Not to worry, I grabbed something from the lost and found."

Alexa, steel yourself. Shit, she had forgot her school clothes. Plus, they were hanging outside on the clotheslines, which she had forgot to take down this morning. Just put up with whatever comments she has to say.

"Oh, uhm, I can change myself...." Alexa whined, the trunk opening to reveal no one in the car, but several of the seats laid down to allow for a changing mat.

"Nonsense, it'll be much quicker if I help you. Up up up!" The woman said, taking Alexa by her armpits and stripping her out of the very wet diaper. The wrinkle in the woman's nose and Alexas relief told the story more than words. Yet... "Evie, you can't let your diapers get this wet...One more spurt and those nice, thin, adult pants would be soaked. Wouldn't some shortalls be so much safer sweetie?"

Shit. Alexa hadnt even noticed that. When had she wet her diaper? She was sure she's gone to the bathroom....sometime....this afternoon.....perhaps? Her diaper had been changed after riding with James, and then...

"Right....I knew about that!" Alexa trailed off. "Uhm, I can definitely put on my outfit. Myself."

"Oh sweetie, please, it'll just be so much quicker if you stop fussing. There's no wisdom in fighting a more efficiency process, you know. Besides, what outfit? I had to grab you one from our lost and found. Here, I'll put some cartoons on for you. And where's your mouth guard? Your mommy and I talked about making sure you wear that." A tablet thrown to occupy her hands, momentarily distracting her, before the pacifier popped into her mouth. With the diaper secured, Miss M pulled up plastic pants that felt a size too small. Alexa tried to resist them.

"Sweet Evie, didn't we just establish that you almost went pee pee so much that your adult clothes were ruined? Really darling, bless you, but lets use a bit of common sense."

So the plastic pants stayed.

Alexa allowed the humiliation, more annoyed at the itchy cotton tights than were pulled over the diaper than the rubber bit in her mouth that let her grind freely. That, plus an itchy black diaper cover over the plastic pants that Miss M loved so much, somewhat not matching the new outfit the daycare owner was putting her in. Why would she ever need a diaper cover plus plastic plants?

It was not that different from her previous school outfit. You'd only notice the difference if you were a fashion snob, on the uniform enforcement board, or wearing it. A very tight camisole that pressed down what little bumps Alexa imagined she had. A smart blouse and necktie. A rough cotton jumper with a similar pattern to her actual outfit. It felt like wearing the same outfit, but a bit older, the materials more worn, the...

Oh and the skirt allowed enough of the diaper to peak out. Peak out more than it already did. The diaper cover was a saving grace.

Dangit. This was a good lesson on why Alexa should never forget to do her chores. She felt like she was done learning "good lessons" for the day. Once it was all done, Alexa knew what was going to happen next. She popped her pacifier out. That stupid damn carseat.

"Listen, I don't need the car seat Miss M. I promise illlll-mfffff...." The pacifier found its home in her mouth.

"Sweetie, Provincial law is a thing. We have to abide by it. We can't always be marching to the beat of our drum, you know!"

Alexa, ready for it to be over, just allowed it. This time, all the tightened cords of the car seat were just a bit more snug, a bit more blatantly there, a bit more ready to bite into her flesh if her squirming kept up. With a pat on Alexas head, Miss M gave her the tablet once more. Then slipped her headphones onto her head.

"Nice and safe, aren't we Evie?"

Alexa got her revenge. Upon pulling into NBU, Alexa played the role of a good girl, allowing Miss M to let her guard down. The second the last restraint was let loose, and Miss M had stepped back, Alexa grabbed her backpack, jumped out of the car, and bolted quicker than Miss M could counteract.

"ThankssomuchIhavearidebackkkkk!" Alexa said smugly.

Miss M was annoyed, having wanted to walk her charge into the building, but let her go.

After all, when she was leaving her office clothes in a pile in the backseat, not stuffed into her backpack, why chase after her? Her loss.

Chapter 56

For once today, besides work, there was no drama right when Alexa walked into a room. No anything really. She was Eve Johnson. The evening remedial class was peaceful. Alexa raised her hand a few times, scribbled some notes on the teachers performance (it was a different teacher from last time, meaning Alexa felt she had no bias) and generally acted like a shy girl who knew more than she let on.

Next to her, looking the part of a delinquent or forlorn student, a student passed her a note.

R U EVE JOHNSON?

Alexa felt bemused. She nodded.

NO WAY...IM EVE JAMESON!!!! R WE SISTERS?

Ah, the girl who started this mess. Alex scribbled a note back.

NO WAY, THEY THOUGHT I WAS U!!!!

The other girl smiled cheekily.

"Eve and Eve, a bit less of the notes, a bit more focus on the lesson, alright young ladies? We're here for a reason." The teacher said, a few eyes darting back to them.

The forlorn Eve Jameson retreated back. She looked like she wanted to be anywhere but there. Hmphm. Alexa felt her rebellious side growing. She just had to be a bit more cheeky with it.

F HER, RIGHT? SO LAME

Alexas note was sneaky enough, and brought a big grin back to the girls face; her new found friend quickly passed her another note back.

FOR SURE! HEY LETS HANG, MY NUMBER IS....IF UR PARENTS ARE COOL WITH ME COMING OVER, MINE R LAME SOMETIMES

The teacher coughed, but not to speak to Alexa or her new found friend. It was time for a bathroom break. Alexa did need to use the potty, and her...downstairs area was feeling swampy with all the layers of plastic and cloth that were currently blocking them off. As she began walking towards the bathroom, one of the researchers spotted her.

"Perfect, perfect. Note passing, I love it. After this bathroom break, you'll have a quiz. Instead of using your adult knowledge on this history examination, imagine you're Alexa Johnson, who either cares little about the class, or knows even less. Suspend prior knowledge in the spirit of deliberate unknowing. We'd like to imagine the educator's response when a candidate does not meet the minimum performance threshold's and benchmarks that are established for academic competency."

Intense word salad. Alexa cut through it. "So you want me to fail?"

"Exactly!"

It was quite fun, playing pretend on the quiz. A history quiz, Alexa imagined the half answers someone who was her, but not her, would give. Eventually the quiz was over.

"Alright class. Everyone in exchange papers with your seat partner...." For Alexa, her new note buddy. "We'll do some self-styled grading. I'll read out the answer and you'll mark your partners.

Alexa received the lowest score she'd ever received on an examination, an 8 percent. That was unintentional, having given the actual date of the Magna Carta on a bonus question. Her friend gave her a smile. Alexa, grading her friends quiz, saw she got a 100 percent.

Even playing pretend as a dummy could feel a bit bad. The teacher collected the exams, grimacing when she saw Alexa's, but saying nothing. Her poorly named friend smiled.

"Don't sweat it. I can help you study for the next one!"

It was still a Friday, and the parents who had dropped their kids off weren't expecting them to be there all night. Alexa was the last to leave, the dean and researcher having snuck in at sometime during the class.

"Just wonderful Ms Johnson! Wonderful. Failing the examination, I mean. This examination into deliberate unknowing will lead to fascinating results. Please, next time, arrive already in that state of mind as if you truly were that person. Method acting, but for the advancement of our great university." He said it mostly jokingly, like a passing comment as Alexa floated out of the school, into James car, and thankfully back home.

Joan and her sister saw her in the schoolgirl outfit, but if they cared, they said nothing. Both looked annoyed at something, and they were dressed more mature than Alexa. Alexa realized she never really spoke to the two of them.

"You two alright?" Alexa asked, both girls peeking up from their phones.

"Hey Miss Johnson, yeah, we're fine. How was school?" Jodie asked, eyes flicking between her and Joan.

"Boring, you know." Alexa wasn't sure if they knew why she was dressed as a schoolgirl. "You know, you can just call me Alexa."

Both girls smiled. Joan seemed like she had a curiosity that just had to be quenched. "Alexa...can we borrow some of your clothes? We just like trying clothes on! We love your outfits and mom just hates us and buys us bad clothes."

A choice. A choice to make the kids like her more. "I don't think she hates you. Don't say that about your parents... But...yeah, of course. Feel free, as long as your mom is okay with whatever you wear. And you return it when you're done wearing it."

Hopefully that wasn't a mistake. Both girls jumped up and squealed and hugged Alexa. She split off from the girls.

Chapter 57

Finally ready to put her backpack down, change into some adult attire, check her diaper, and just hide away for the evening (hadn't someone wanted to make plans with her?), Alexa opened her bedroom door. Of course, there sat a comfortably dressed Pearl, a sweatshirt and sweatpants disguising her voluptuous body. They were either from when she was pregnant, or her husband's. The jury was still out.

"Hey sweetie! Geez, sorry for forgetting about this morning - I bet you were pretty hungry, huh!" Pearl said, taking Alexas backpack. "Don't worry, I pumped throughout the day, that fridge is starting to fill up!"

Great. Alexas personal milkmaid was here. Seething a bit, Alexa felt herself about to explode. Both in the sense of needing the bathroom and from her temper. Just one minute of her own time. One minute. She'd been holding it since the quiz.

"Pearl....can I please just change first before uhm, I help you? I've had a heck of a day." Alexa said, stripping out of her schoolgirl outfit, which Pearl took, examining the old uniform.

"Geez, where'd you find this Alexa? The seams on this tell me it's age without even checking the tag."

Alexa still had a bit of dignity. Thankfully, her diaper was dry as a bone, but she still didn't want to display it. The diaper cover came off.

"Well, I forgot my outfit and that daycare lady gave me it. Very itchy."

"I see why. No rush tonight, date night went well, thanks to youuuu, but I don't need a repeat just yet~." Alexa uttered the sort of noise or reaction you'd expect, eventually finding some pajama pants and a loose top she'd never worn before, but were both very cute. She slipped off the plastic pants with haste. The clothes were in her hand. Right, she would get these on and then use the bathroom, and then tell Pearl to....

Pearls voice squeaked. "May-maybe i just spoke too soon..." Alexa turned slowly. Pearls sweatshirt was now proudly sporting two growing milk stains. "Shit. I'm not sure why...maybe it's the baby powder? Damnit. I'm such a cow."

Alexa was a softie at heart. "D-dont say that. Here Pearl, just, uhm, wait one minute, I need the bathroom and I'll get you sorted right away..." Alexas hand just briefly touched Pearls, and the milk spots seem to surge forth. Had they a mind of their own?

"Sorry, uhm, not a good idea for us to touch if I'm already leaking." Pearl said.

Alexa was practical. She could hold her need for the bathroom. Probably. The plan developed as she executed it. One minute each boob, run to the bathroom, then finish this. Then explain to Pearl she was done being her homo-sapien milk pump.

"Pea-pearl. I really need the uhm, bathroom, but...I'll release the pressure, you know, and then dash to the bathroom and then come back and finish up, okay?" Alexa said, bowels already telling her she was on a fools errand.

Pearl perked up. "Okay sweetie! Maybe this will be good, you know? A little bit of kangaroo care?"

Pearl lifted the sweatshirt, which was larger than Alexa considered, and Alexa slipped into her lap. Right. Zone out for the experience. Playfully, Pearl covered Alexa with the sweatshirt like a kangaroo keeping its kin in its marsupium. "Kangar-....?"

The milk didn't wait for Alexa to latch. It ran down in little streams, now running over Alexa's belly as their bodies meshed together. The sweatshirt didn't mind Alexa's lithe form. It sucked her in, a black blob of darkness descending around Alexa as she could only hear Pearl's voice. Pearl's body did not naturally reject her form. Soft, welcoming, cozy, it was like having a comfortable pillow in the perfect spot. The warmth was not overwhelming, but calming. Alexa's arms naturally held onto Pearls sides, while the woman pulled her own arms into the sweatshirt and snuggled with Alexa.

"Kangaroo care. Skin-to-skin contact. It's for bonding with a newborn. It promotes their health and helps kick the mothers body into over-drive. The baby gets all the nutrients and love it needs, while the mother deepens her connection. There's a lot of science behind it...." Pearl said, absentmindedly stroking the back of Alexa's head.

Alexa wasn't sure what was happening, but Pearl's voice was beautifully sinking into her head. What did that even mean? Beautifully sinking? Her mind tried to parse that next. She was counting the seconds to make sure she didn't stay too long, but it was as if her brain was resting, the numbers fading. She wasn't believing whatever mumbo jumbo Pearl was saying, but still....

The warm milk flowing into her gullet...

Pearl's warm body.....

The darkness making all her other senses heightened....

Pearl's lovely voice....

A slight scratching on her neck...

Mmm, the tasty milk.

All the stress in Alexa let go not at once, but like a dam with a big enough crack for water to seep through. Alexa entered that state between sleep and reality, where your body functions on its own - in this instance, like a babe greedily draining her mother. Pearl, unable to really see Alexa, was none the wiser, just reading off her phone about the health benefits. Her heart felt warmed, her mind speaking with the hormones she had first felt when her own child latched. It was...an unintentionally intimate experience. Once she moved Alexa's head to her other boob, she remembered a bit too late the girl had mentioned needing the bathroom. Or well, that she mentioned one minute only for each boob. Pearl herself remembered it because she could feel the spread of warm across her knee; Alexa's diaper and legs were the only parts of her body that peeked out, meaning the fact Alexa was filling it was quiet obvious.

Pearl tutted, but just held Alexa's head closer to her bosom. Her change could come later. Pearl could change the young woman as many times she had needed, she'd do that for someone who had helped her so much.

Alexa stewed inside her sweatshirt, making some mews or other noises, but otherwise, dead silent. Pearl let the silence in the room take over. Through her bosom and the tight hold of the clothing, she could feel Alexa's heartbeat next to hers. The rhythm was continuous, as was Alexa's slight breathing, the break she'd take after a few vigorous sucks, the squirm Alexa did if Pearl stopped scratching her neck and back.

For Alexa, she could feel Pearl's heartbeat, feel when she breathed in and out, when she adjusted even a bit. She felt when Pearl put her phone down and held her tighter, the warmth making her sink deeper into the woman.

The part of her that wanted to whisper a lullaby or say something comforting was underneath the surface of Pearl's subconscious, but not in control - yet. Slowly, she felt her body turn it's gears and squeeze Alexa tighter. Pearl's brain was flooded her with the sort of emotions not common between two adults, but as she pat Alexa's full diaper, using the word two there was perhaps the wrong description.

The joking about kangaroo and skin to skin had definitely morphed. It was just that neither woman had realized it.

Pearl felt herself ease up slowly, the milk drying up....eventually. This had been their longest milking so far. Who knows how long. It was must of had been late in the evening now.

Alexa looked at peace. Pearl let her little friend snuggle tightly into her, especially since she heard Alexa's phone vibrating. Loudly. Grabbing it, Pearl answered the call.

Chapter 58

"Hello?"

Pearl spoke with a softness which disarmed the caller, having expected the sometimes rushed, sometimes confused, tone that Alexa loved to answer her calls with.

"Who is this?" The voice sounded...slightly befuddled. "Where's Alexa Johnson?"

Pearl looked at the contact. Hm. One of Alexas friends? "Oh, this is Pearl, one of her friends. She's taking a nap right now. Out like a light. What do you need from her?"

Trisha seemed...offended. Standoffish? "Friend? Are you two, uhm, friend friends, or some sort of...."

Pearl laughed. Alexa made no movement. Pearl's laugh would disarm a concern, as if not to mock you, but to mock the idea you proposed for being so absurd it only needed a laugh to be refuted. "No, nothing like that. Alexa helps me with a persistent medical issue I have. Nothing as base as that. Should I wake her up?"

Trisha's edgy voice relaxed. "Well, in the next hour or so I was going to get ready to go clubbing, and she agreed to come with. Our last date went...well, nevermind that."

"I did not know that..." Nevermind, Pearl thought. "Date?" Pearl smiled at the little thing in front of her, suckling a pacifier and in a diaper a few steps from leaking. Clubbing? Perhaps Pearl might join lest wherever they attend be too much for Alexa. And...Pearl wasn't elderly. She could have a good time. "Where to?"

Trisha gave the name of the club through still slightly gritted teeth.

"Oh, now that's a nice spot. A little more strip joint than a club, but....hm~. Bold second date choice. Mind if I join?"

"S-sure?" Trisha was saying it the exact way you'd say 'yes, but please realize I don't want you to come'. Pearl sensed an air of offense on the other end.

"I don't really drink, so I'll be your driver."

That sold Trisha.

"Pe-perfect! Uhm, could you put Alexa on the phone? I was sort of wondering what she was wearing, I wanted to coordinate a bit..."

Pearl's newest laugh was mischievous. "Well, what would you like her to wear? I'll likely be dressing her, or helping at least. I'll certainly be changing her."

Trisha's eyes bulged a bit. "Something blue? Changing, do you mean her, uhrm, you know....didn't know she had people for that sort of thing, not that there's anything wrong with that."

"Yes dear, I have to change her diaper before she's coming out with you on your date. Might you have any more questions? Perhaps what color diaper Alexa will be wearing? Anything about me~? Or can we both get ready?"

Trisha wasn't sure why she cared so much about this, but Alexa was...well Alexa's was hers to play with. Whoever this was, she didn't really like them. She enjoyed teasing the little nerd, but this was something different. Maybe it was because Trisha had already smoked and drank before making the call. That always made her paranoid.

"On your honor as a woman, you two aren't, uh, hooking up?" She said bluntly.

"The closet I've gotten to her in that manner is changing a diaper. I'm not sexually attracted to women. Is that enough for your paranoia?" Pearl said, annoyed. This call was over. "We'll call you when we're on our way."

Trisha sat in her smaller apartment, the phone clicking. Hmphm. Changed and then dressed? The mystery deepened with this diapered girl.

Chapter 59

Pearl and Diana were a terrible combination for Alexa. They were on the same wavelength when it came to outfits. And especially when it came to what Alexa should wear to the club.

"I-i cant wear this in a place where you're dancing! What if it flips up! What if it..." They had settled on a very non-Alexa outfit.

A short kaftan dress, the sort of things with loose sleeves, a loose body fit but terminating at the mid thigh, and covered in a regal blue and gold assortment of sewn in flower designs. The cut helped give Alexa the appearance of a bosom. It gave Alexa the appearance of club attire without needing a tight dress that felt more exposing than being naked. The earrings they decided on fit the blue theme, while Alexas lips were covered with a bright coral color. It...was very beautiful on the young lady. But not very much her style. She shifted awkwardly in the kitchen, wobbling a bit side to side.

Her tummy felt full.

Still, with cajoling, teasing that Pearl was her chaperone, and a pre-club shot downed (the kids were asleep, after all), Alexa was brought out and into Pearls car. Pearls outfit was a quick change into an actually raunchy outfit. Her husband slapping Pearl's ass on the way out in front of Alexa made the girl groan.

Trisha had both beat. A tight blue bodycon dress, it showed off every curve - and the fact that Trisha had no bra or underwear on.

"Wo-w Trisha, you look....amazing!" Alexa said stunned beyond words.

"Pixie, you have me beat. You're cuter than a button. I love that on you." Trisha looked at Pearl, and without skipping a beat, locked her lips onto Alexa's, eyes focused on Pearl the entire time.

Two women more scantily clad than Trisha walked by, as did a man in something best described as banana hammock.

"Wow, those are some revealing clothes!" Alexa whispered to her companions. "Do you think the club will let them in?"

Pearl ripped the band-aid off. "You know this is a strip-club, right Alexa? As in, those are probably the dancers sweetie."

Alexa bit her lip. "R-right. That makes sense. Uh, I've never really been to a uh, uhm, strip club. Are you su-reeee..." Alexa's arms got grabbed by her two companions, both agreeing for once.

"Oh, you'll be fine you innocent virgin!" Trisha said.

"Sweetie, I've been to a few strip clubs in my days, you'll love it~." Pearl said, backing Trisha up.

For once, Alexa had no issue getting into somewhere. Perhaps it was because she was with two obvious adults. Once she had the right wristband, Alexa found herself falling victim to the same issue as the last time she went out - the drinks kept flowing. Pearl was a terrible instigator, ordering a water for herself, and then a drink for both girls.

Trisha had indicated to Pearl that they wanted to close out, but Alexa was a hard woman to find once she started going on her little drunk quests. She would buy a drink for a pretty girl here, get sucked into a table with some men there, find herself paying for a combination of shots with a bachelorette party, and just generally, lose all her awkwardness with alcohol infused confidence. Eventually both Trisha, who had got distracted talking to a co-ed who wanted to work in a similar field, and Pearl, who knew the owner 's daughter, came together and put a stop to Alexa's little odyssey.

"Alexa, we haven't even got to the fun part yet!" Trisha said, pulling her past a faux bookshelf which went downstairs to...

Alexa was by no means a prude. But seeing...well, some of the hottest naked women you could dancing, crawling, and then serving drinks to you might make you understand why she felt the way she did. They were in all sorts of states of dress - bunny costumes, lingerie, pure nudity, one was even a slutty tavern wench. Through another door, she saw the part which included men stripping for a just as excited crowd. Their costumes were perhaps less creative, but just as raunchy.

Alexa did not say a word, her mouth wide open and jaw dropped.

"Keep your mouth opened like that for too long, and a fly will buzz right in." Pearl said, smiling as she brought Alexa's jaw back to a normal place. "Did you bring cash?"

"N-no, but I'll get some!" Alexa said, happy to run to the ATM. Here came drunk, even more reckless Alexa.

"Stop, stop, stop sweetie." Pearl said, grabbing Alexa by the collar. "Your girl friend..." The space was deliberate, as was the wink. "...and I got you some bills. Let's take you around...."

They wandered into the male side, less busy than the female side, but no less racy. One of the strippers walked up to the women, a tight black thong showing off his package, stuffed to the gills with bills.

"Drink?" He asked all three. Alexa, of course, ordered something for the three of them. When he came back, she tried to pay normally, with Trisha giggling.

"o-oh, ri-right..." Alexa said, stopping her handing of the bill to the stripper and instead putting it in his waistband.

"Thanks! Let me know if you ladies need anything, or something to hit a bit harder than a drink." His playful wink at Alexa made her blush.

Trisha wanted to progress the night. She wanted Alexa to break out of that little shell and enjoy some real fun with her. So she yanked her back over, towards a dancer that was beautiful. She may have been beautiful but she seemingly was dancing all by herself. Shoved in the hotseat, Alexa was forced to throw bills and yell out remarks that were whispered to her.

Trisha turned to Pearl. "You...actually are not interested in Pixie, are you?"

"No, not at all. Alexa is..." Her brain felt warm and mushy slightly. "...not that for me. You are interested though. You don't just have lust for her. Are you going to treat her well? Help her act...uh...with a bit more prudence?" The conversation was hard to have with blaring music.

"Y-yes, of course I would. Always."

Alexa had attracted a crowd. The shy virgin routine which made her quite skittish had meant the dancer enjoyed teasing bill after bill out of her, one girl came over to encourage her to put a bill in her thong, another came over to give her a body shot, and then a third completed the triangle curious if the coke bottle glasses girl was of age. A male stripper who was more chiseled than Alexa thought possible had seemingly also taken an interest...

Pearl winked at Trisha, and mouthed a few words before walking up to the crowd.

"She's yours."

Alexa was feeling very very overwhelmed. Already buzzed, yes. But the real buzz was coming from down below. A slight need for the bathroom, maybe? But that was her lying to herself. She was horny. It was washing over her. Starting in her brain, twisting around that, making her spine shiver, her loins cry out. A woman's ass right in her face, a hand hovering above a six pack, a shot from between a woman's bosom. It was impossible not to feel it. Then she started thinking of Trisha playing with her body.

"Well Lex, no one would know that this is your first time in a strip club~. You were telling me you wanted a private dance, right?" Pearl whispered something to one of the girls and then handed her a wad of bills.

"Wa-wait, uhm..." Alexa wasn't sure what was happening, but she was confused. The girl who had taken the bill giggled.

"Well sweetie, if we have to start on first base, why don't you buy me a drink first?" Alexa nodded, waddling towards the bar to get the both of them drinks. Then, before the drinks even came out, a girl in her underwear was pulling her back into the club. Far into the bowels of the club. A door, then some fake bead thing, then...

Alexa thought she was really pretty and all, but...

"Touch me all you want, sweet thing~. Your girlfriend gave me a nice tip." The stripper said with a wink, turning on sensual music before grinding...everywhere.

It was hypnotic, watching the woman's body sway back and forth, and then...fuck, Alexa needed to play with herself. And she needed to pee. Bad. She wasn't sure which she needed more. The room felt like it was getting steamy. The girl removed what little clothes she had on. She'd said her name, but Alexa couldn't remember. Sapphire? Sanity? Star? That sounded right.

"St-star, you look so gooooooooooood." Alexa whined, hands almost reaching out to the touch the girl. Smirking, Star took her hands, allowing some gentle touching.

A slight knock came at the door, just as the dancer was using some lipstick to give Alexa a large kiss mark on her neck.

"Heh, looks like your other friend paid for twice the fun..."

Alexa had to get out of here. This...she wasn't sure, but it wasn't good. These ladies were going to mock her to oblivion if they found out she pissed herself. But then, a shot came in for the three of them, and her nerves cooled. Water for the strippers, alcohol stress relief for Alexa. Standing up already, Alexa because the main meat of a flesh sandwich.

"What's the rush baby? Stay awhile~" The newest girl said, feeling Alexa's thighs, and then butt, grinding tightly against her, lifting her dress. If she felt anything odd, she said nothing. The other stripper stole her glasses, leaving kiss marks all over them.

"Uhm, I..." Alexa felt like a log floating in a volatile ocean, pushing her every which way. However, she really really wanted to sink to the bottom of this ocean. F-fuck....

"You paid for 5 songs, you're gonna get 5...~"

Ultimately, the strippers would do so much, but the one thing they wouldn't let Alexa do is what she wanted most - play with herself. So she was turning into a kettle ready to explode.

As the third song started finishing up, Alexa found herself....dressless. The two strippers had eloquently stolen her outfit. Moving to the beat, they both worked together to strip Alexa. Was this normal? Alexa was certain it was not. She th-thought you stayed clothed and couldn't.....uhm...touch...damn the thought made her throb.

The shock of it made Alexa begin to pee herself. Pee herself in the way where you stand rigid and everyone around you notices your odd posture. Both strippers seemed nonplussed.

"Heh, your friend paid extra to see how long you would take to wet yourself. She bet you'd do it before we took your dress of. Those aren't really my thing, but whatever gets you going honey~." The original girl said, pushing Alexa onto the chair and driving her knee into Alexa's diaper, grinding for a second or two before pulling back.

A knock came once more at the door. One of the girls peeked out, the other letting Alexa's eyes devour her chest. After an exchange of some money, Trisha appeared, definitely more drunk. The strippers left with a blow of a kiss, and placing her lipstick covered glasses back on her face.

"Why is it that I always find you in a wet diaper and compromising situation, Pixie." Trisha tried to be playfully mean, but apparently it hit Alexa hard, leading to Trisha hugging her, and then kissing her, and then....

They exchanged a jello shot together, mouth to mouth, passing it back and forth before the sloppy jello just became a sloppy kiss.

Wait, what she was mad about again? Alexa, in her lust filled dreams at night, had practiced for this moment. She seized the initiative. For once. Trisha found herself the target of a relentless onslaught of touching, groping, nibbling, and all the sort of things you'd imagine.

It was Trishas turn to beg for relief. Alexa gave it to her. Once her tongue had hit the girls body, she felt a quiver, a shake, and then a gasp and a sputtering of Alexa's name over and over again. She'd lost to the girl who she was trying to make cum her brains out. Trisha fell into the warm glow after an orgasm, teasing Alexa's nipples and even groping her butt, before letting her hand move to the front of Alexas diaper.

Alexa looked remarkably vulnerable and desperate there. "Trisha, I need to cum. I need to fucking cum. Fucking now." Trisha's eyes went wide. Alexa being that direct? Had the heavens fallen?

"Well, I know just the girl t-...."

A gruff voice shouted, making the girls yelp, while the door opened up. "Ladies, room rental is over. Get out." He didn't look too annoyed, just sort of like a bouncer who was doing his job. He stood at the door, but allowed Alexa the decency to get dressed.

"Wa-wait...I...." Alexa was too drunk to think clearly. Her one hand was rubbing the front of her diaper. Trisha had to do it for the both of them. Maybe they'd gone a bit far in the club, doing that sort of thing. However, Alexa ran into the wrong pack of women as they walked out of the private room - the bachleorette party she had hung out with earlier.

"Girls!" Alexa shouted, hands escaping rubbing her diaper. "Howa doin-s?" She threw her hands up, hugging the bride-to-be.

The girls all giggled and embraced Alexa, apparently enjoying the attention. They were headed the same way, back onto the dance floor upstairs, with Trisha unable to resist the chatter of the women in Alexa's ear. Somewhere along the way they lost one the bachelorettes, giving Alexa a sash that said BABY FACE, BIG DRINKER. Horniness not fading, Alexa ran to the bar to get everyone some drinks. Pearl sat at the bar, chatting up the bartender like he was a family member. She turned her head at the sloppy drunk Alexa.

Alexa, from a mix of a skyhigh libido and a crashing need for sleep and the bathroom, was wobbling on her feet. Trisha had to stop the girls hands from going under her dress. Pearl had to try to close her tab before she opened it. Alexa was a liability, and both women knew that, especially once she started talking to a stripper, eight beers in hand, and then waddled back to the girls.

Somewhere a bet was made, and Alexa found herself on top of a table with one of the girls, dancing and kicking over some drinks. One of the bouncers started walking over. Pearl sighed. God damnit Alexa. With speedy hands only a mother could have, Pearl grabbed Alexa by the waist and yanked her off the table, beer still in hand.

"Gotta go - wave bye bye Alexa." Alexa squirmed, reaching out for the bachelorette's, who were being talking to by the bouncer and going to get kicked out.

"Ugh lemme go! Lemmmme go!" Alexa said, briefly getting the upper hand once they were on the street. Escaping, she ran the opposite way of the car, right into a nearby alley. Pearl and Trisha sprinted after her.

What goes in, must, in Alexa's case, come out. At the end of the alley she was emptying all of what was in it, throwing up and clearly swaying side to side. Trisha and Pearl rolled their eyes at one another. Lightweight. As they slowly walked up to the girl, Alexa adopted a squat that would be familiar to any parent, or, for Trisha, to anyone who knew Alexa. Her dress had lightly ripped somewhere. So it was clear as day as she filled the thing to the brim, thumb in her mouth, standing up and feeling so much better.

Trisha wanted to mess with her.

"Alexa, what are you DOING!" Trisha said, as hectic and worried as she might sound. Alexa looked at her. Pearl looked at her. Both were confused.

"That bouncer Alexa, he might call the cops. He saw you used a diaper. That's public urination! Voyeurism even!" Trisha said, eyes as wide as posssible.

"N-no, thats not. Voyeurism? N-no....?" Alexa said, getting back into her squat as if she unknowingly needed to go again.

"And public defecation! Do you wanna get in trouble, Pixie?" Trisha asked, pulling Alexa onto her feet. No more running this time. "Here Pearl had to plead with the bouncer not to call the police. He told us he already called, but he asked them not to come for you."

"A-are you serious? N-no. Usin-using a diaper can't be...that's not ILLEGAL is it?" Alexa questioned. Trisha nodded. Pearl smirked. Oh Alexa.

"Well, if you NEEDED it Alexa, then it's fine. Did you really have to pull your dress up and pee yourself in front of everyone?" Pearl questioned. Alexa hadn't done any of that. "And look, there's a camera right there, you just chose to mess yourself in front of it..."

Pearl pointed abstractly into the sky, with Alexa too drunk to really figure out the truth of that statement, or any statement.

"I d....did I? W-wait, I do'....you're lying! Mes-messing with...uhm..." A, loud blaring police siren came by and Alexa's eyes went even wider. The blue lights filled the alleyway, departing just as quickly as they came. "G-guys, n-no. Don't let them arrest me! I didn't know! I didn't know!" Fate loved a distressed Alexa.

Alexa threw herself into both women's arms, with both of them looking at one another. Oh Alexa.

"Alexa, here's what we'll do...just show your diaper and say you didn't know you needed to use it, and then if the police chief comes for you, he'll watch the video and know the truth. Got it?" Trisha said. It was a terrible prank to play, with Pearl cringing a bit. Still, Alexa's cuteness and the idea of having that video kept her going.

"R-right." Alexa nodded, pulling up her dress to record the video as requested.

At least once she was back in the car, laid out and exposing her diaper, snoozing away the now early morning, she was quite adorable. Especially with the sash. Still hornier than the last encounter, her body, even while sleeping, rubbed the front of her diaper. Trisha held her hand to stop that.

Alexas last thoughts were how unfair it was that her encounter had been cut short so soon. Next time - Trisha was coming home with her.

Trishas last thoughts were how much she enjoyed driving Alexa so wild that she barely could form a coherent thought. Sure, she wanted to let her cum, but then again...

Chapter 60

Hand on her body. That was a startling sensation. It's what brought her a hungover dream world to shift into the harsh reality of being awake. Darting to move, she flipped up the eye mask and realized the hand was Diana. Two hands actually. Grabbing her shoulder blades. She couldn't hear her? Why not?

Oh right. She had all her sleep gear on.

"Are you alright?" Diana said, eyes wide. Alexa looked down, seeing she was naked except for a diaper and a clear cover and her booties/mittens. A pillow was wedged between her legs, and she obviously was doing one thing with it.

"Yeahhh?" She looked down and saw the mouth guard was at her side, clearly spat out. Last thing she remembered was...

"Alexa, the whole crib and room were shaking from you humping it so vigorously." Diana said with the sort of smirk Alexa hated to see on her face.

"Ohhhhh...ohhhh" She said, the flush of arousal still chilling her bones. Right. She was in the house. Things were a bit dizzy. But she placed herself eventually.

"I thought we talked about this Alexa. The kids are out with James, you slept in quite late, but...come on. Am I gonna have to tie you up girl? I mean, I heard last night was wild, but jeez maybe you need to be bound up if you're still ready to go after that!" Diana said it with an intonation that made you unsure if she meant it seriously or jokingly. Diana gave Alexa a wink and disappeared, with Alexa not moving positions.

"I'm just lucky you decided to become a wild beast when everyone's gone. This lady knows how to tame a wild one." Diana said it as if what she was doing was playful and fun - shoving Alexa back lightly as she pushed the vibrator against her diaper. It was humiliating, the sort of thing when you're teasing someone; Alexa only getting to cum from a vibrator against her diaper made her feel...she wasn't sure.

Right now, really good.

Alexa's thighs squished together, stopping the vibrator in its tracks and squeezing Diana's hands tightly as her muscles spasmed.

"Grab your ankles Alexa, just like when I change you honey." Alexa was not in any mood to argue or quibble, doing as asked, exposing the entire surface of her diaper and allowing Diana free range in her assault.

"Does that feel good sweetie~?" Diana said it a way that was questioning if she was in the right spot, but to Alexa, it more sounded like she was teasing her.

She didn't mind.

"M-my diaper cover, I need that off..." Alexa begged, using her mittened hands to struggle to remove the clear cover. The vibrations just couldn't get through.

"Hehehehe, we'll remove your protection then sweety~." Diana said, sounding like a woman 20 years younger, but still Diana.

This time, it didn't take her long at all to cum. Alexa shut her eyes, imagining Trisha, imagining Devin, imagining...yesterday? Fuck, she wasnt sure. All of them, none of them. The vibrator against her wet diaper just felt so fuckin goooooooooooooood. She filled her diaper with more pee, the warmth matching the spreading burn and twitch throughout her body.

She exploded.

It was the sort of orgasm you remember for a long time. For Alexa at least. She was panting, gasping, begging Diana to keep going. Give her a 2nd, a 3rd, a....

"No Alexa, one is enough." Diana said, pulling the vibrator back.

"Pl-please?" Alexa sat up fully, realizing she was holding her ankles so Diana could have easy access. She made a reach for the vibrator. Diana stepped back.

"No, no, no! You have tutoring to go to, remember? How about this Alexa, I'll make a deal with you." Diana had Alexas rapt attention. "If you're good, you'll have playtime with your buzz friend. Only if you're good and are doing what you're supposed to."

"That's...that's embarrassing. You're making it sound like...not sexual." Alexa said wasn't one for shame with Diana much anymore, but this was another level.

"I mean I don't think it's sexual. Just an urge you have that I'm fixing. Maybe once you have kids you'll understand, you know? You stop being such a puritan about these things." Diana didn't feel like this was actually a normal conversation, but her voice didn't betray it. "It's just so someone stops thinking about boys and girls so much and doesn't shake the house, you know."

"R-righf. Uhm. I'll take your deal I guess" Alexa said it as the haze was coming down. Her oral tic was hard to resist. "W-wait, how do, uhm, I ask for time with uhm..him...uhm...it..you know."

Diana rolled her eyes. "Don't complicate things sweetie, let's be reasonable. You'll know when the moment comes. If you've been bad, no buzz friend." The matter was finished. Even if Alexa wasn't sure what the hell that type of answer was!

"I can't believe the woman who was worried I had a diaper fetish is now doing all...this." Alexa said, her usual voice totally different winking at the end of the line. Maybe it was the post orgasm haze, but teasing Diana could be fun.

Diana kept Alexa's legs up as she "checked" Alexa. "Well, the jury is still out on if you need diapers. I'm sure after the next three accidents I'll have a good answer on if you do." Her wink beat Alexas.

She stood up, released from her nighttime attire. Alexa rubbed her stomach in pain.. Diana shot her a look. Her charge had had no problem peeing in the last day, but her stomach had felt blocked up.

"See, it's all that junk you must've ate when you were out last night." Diana said it, and Alexa remembered so little of the prior night, she wasn't sure she would contest it. Had they gone out to eat? "We could give you a suppository and see if that helps."

"N-no, I'm good for now, thank you!" Alexas squeaky voice shown through there.

Cleaning up around the room, Diana opened the fridge, noticing that it was becoming well stocked with Pearl's excess breast milk. Alexa looked fidgety, like she was waiting for something.

"Uhm, can you change me?" Alexa asked the question without even considering she might change herself.

"Of course Lex! Sorry, I wasn't sure if you wanted a change yet." Diana said it casually, taking a bottle and putting it right into Alexa's mouth. "I-uhm...Diana I'm not hungry for milk right now, I wasn't going to drink those...." Alexa said, keeping the bottle out of her mouth.

"Oh, I sort of was worried about them going bad." Diana said absent mindedly.

"No worries, I-...."

The doorbell rang loudly, diverting Diana. Diana was in mom mode at this point, giving Alexa an mhm, a "got it sweetie", shoving the bottle in her mouth. She was a bit grumpy at having been woken up at 4 am to help drag, change and even shower a drunk Alexa. So perhaps she wasn't the most charitable. "Don't be difficult sweetie, suck on your bottle, I'll be right back."

Not questioning the bottle treatment, Alexa nodded and sucked it down, letting Diana disappear. Alex was a bit absorbed in her phone, looking at the plethora of unread messages she had, documenting her prior night. The ones she could read at least. She'd see quick glimpses of photos, then black as the photo was hidden. That mixed with the hangover made her not question that she was sucking on a baby bottle.

Trisha in a tight, lov-... LEWD CONTENT DETECTED. RULE CAUGHT WITH: FLESH. DELETING PHOTOGRAPH 1.....

Pearl's mommy milke-.... LEWD CONTENT DETECTED. RULE CAUGHT WITH: CLEAVAGE. DELETING PHOTOGRAPH 2.....

Alexa hand in hand with two stri...LEWD CONTENT DETECTED. RULE CAUGHT WITH: FLESH, CLEAVAGE. DELETING PHOTOGRAPH 3.....

Alexa in an alley way messing herself. ALLOWED!

A new pop-up graced the screen.

THANK YOU FOR USING PARENTAL CONTROLS. FOR OUR NEWEST UPDATE, WE HAVEVE IMPLEMENTED NEW RULES IN REGARDS TO TEXT...Would you like to implement a custom rule set?

Alexa had never hit YES [X] quicker.

THANK YOU USER. PLEASE SEE BELOW FOR RULE MODIFICATIONS:

- (UNABLE TO CHANGE): Prohibit Not Safe for Work - Expletives textual communication

- (UNABLE TO CHANGE): Prohibit Not Safe for Work - Sexual content communication

-(UNABLE TO CHANGE): Prohibit Not Safe for Work - Shocking content communication

-(UNABLE TO CHANGE): Prohibit Not Safe for Work - Body Parts content communication

PLEASE SELECT ACCEPT TO ACCEPT THESE MODIFICATIONS. (Note: 60s delay, auto-accept)

Someone's voice from the prior night came to bring her to the real world.

"Good morning sleeping beauty~!" Pearl said with a big smile. Her outfit looked the stereotypical stepford wife's dress, with a cute apron tied around it. The dress did look a bit stretchy and had some cosmetic buttons. "Don't worry honey, I'm here, you don't need that bottle."

Pearl said it as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She popped the bottle out of Alexa's mouth. "Here sweetie, sit-up..." Alexa realized why the dress looked stretchy - it was one of those nursing dresses where you could make a boob pop in and out like it was nothing. In this case, the boob popped out, filled Alexa's mouth, and she was engulfed in a tight squeeze by Pearl in no time.

The buttons weren't cosmetic. In front of Diana, Pearl let the dress open fully, exposing her body while she wrapped Alexa in a total embrace. "Yes, yesssss, latch like that." Pearl pat Alexa's back. Over and over. She let the girl suckle away while concluding her explanation of the previous night to Diana. This felt different. It felt like Pearl had normalized this skin to skin breast feeding, like she and Alexa had made a standard - and they both were loving it. Pearl was mushy brained by the end of it.

"There there sweetie, are you all done?" Pearl asked, allowing Alexa to lean back from the two weighty boobs. Alexa nodded and lightly burped. "All full? Need another feeding?"

Alexa stuttered out a reply, just as mushy as Pearl. "N-no?"

Pearl blushed. "S-sorry! Force of habit you know." She had forgot about Alexa being an adult. That whole thing.

Alexa wiped her face. "N-no problem." Her eyes lingering on Pearl's chest a few seconds to long, and Pearl's eyes focused on removing some strands of hair from blocking Alexa's eyes. They both looked at one another. Neither said a word. They could sense the shift from relieving milk to something more...intimate, domestic. But what was it?

Pearl stayed to help with Alexa.

Even as Diana brushed out Alexas long hair, she didn't say much, letting her truss it up into jumbo pull through pigtails, the process enjoyable for Diana. Alexa wasn't too squirmy with a screen in front of her. The pigtails were behind adorable.

"Oh that's perfect! Instead of needing a breakfast every morning, you have a bottle or two of Pearl's milk as your breakfast." Diana said it so logically. Alex sighed.

"Pearl usually comes over in the mornings. Not too sure about needing a bottle after that." Alexa sighed when Diana seemingly tensed up a bit. "Sh-she's fine, it doesn't bother me. I-i'm happy to help." Alexa looked at Pearl in a way Diana didn't necessarily understand just yet.

"Why have the bottle when the tap is free of charge any day of the week?" Pearl said it with a wink, backing up Alexa.

"Oh, right." Diana said. Interesting that Alexa and Pearl...were weirdos. Diana needed some time to think on whatever this was. Here you had Alexa joking about Diana's misgivings, but she was beyond eager to get in a daily feeding every morning.

After that, it was as simple as slipping Alexa into a yellow puffy sleeveless dress that comfortably lay a little above her knee. The pattern on them matched with the tights Diana produced, giving Alexa a very floral, spring appearance, on a dreary day. They were, as always, itchy. The tights strained around the diaper and boosters, losing their coloration and exposing Alexa's padded state. Alexa would pluck at the tights and cotton fuzzies on then, and muss up the skirt, fidgeting at the very feminine outfit.

"Can you believe I waited in line for that dress with Jodie for two hours! She loved it on the mannequin. And guess how many times she wore it?" Alexa lost the game, her guess not being zero.

"Look, and it's a very durable dress, very comfortable isn't it Alexa?" Diana asked flipping up the dress to make sure Alexa's diapers were secure, but really just wanting to see the adorable sight once more.

Breakfast was a hungover persons dream. Until Diana gave Alexa several spoonsful of fish oil, which she couldn't help but be disgusted by.

"You missed the last three days! Gotta make up for it somehow."

Pearl wanted to talk to Alexa one on one, but her feeding machine had to head over to Timmy's.

Alexa's gut rumbled.

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"Oh, I'm all fine. Uhm, I have to go now." Alexa was feeling an odd energy. She wanted to leave. She was not sure why. Just...something in the air.

"Might you take some food with you? I was baking for a school fundraiser, but just made a bit too much." Emmie asked.

"O-oh, sure." Alexa saw outside. She stammered out a fake reply. The day had seemingly cleared up. Perhaps Alexa could deposit those checks now.

"How much can you fit in your arms?" Was all Emmie asked, shoving containers full of sweets into Alexas arms and unleashing the girl. "By the way, some of the other parents asked about your services. I suppose Timmy bragged about them. I gave them your contact information."

Alexa, of course, just nodded and said thank you.

"Timmy's birthday is next weekend. We'd love to have you." Emmie said it casually.

"Unfortunately I have a wedding to attend next weekend, but I would've love to come." Alexa said. Her muscles were already sore from holding this.

"Are you the bride, one of her bridesmaids, or the flower girl?" Emmie teased. Her laugh was light and befitting someone perhaps a bit younger. It had a type of mocking air to it

Alexa couldn't help but enjoy the banter. "Well, I'm still figuring that one out."

Emmie watched the clumsy girl cross the street back to her home. A gust of wind lifted her dress and showed her diaper once more. She was just so fun to tease, and Emmie wasn't sure why. Maybe it was that Alexa kept stealing glances at her body every once in awhile. They weren't the gawks she'd usually get, more respectful sips of the woman's voluptuous form, but Emmie would see them all the same. She could drink all she wanted if she paid the price.

Chapter 62

Alexa slipped into the house, seeing all of the family had returned, a bit unsure where they were. They were not yet her family, but they were 'the' family all the same. Everyone was locked onto the TV screen. Really it was just Diana and James, but the kids seemingly were interested enough because adult eyes were on the television. Once she dropped off the sweets (which stole the kids away from the TV), Alexa realized why they had locked their eyes onto the black box.

Two whys, really. For one, there was an update on the container ship which had carried Alexas clothing. Found, it had been plucked clean, and was floating at sea, completely adrift. Apparently concern from the captain had been so paramount to permit abandoning ship.

The news anchor that was thicker than you may thought was allowed on TV spoke once more. "Experts are saying this indicates not just puny pirates, but likely a sophiscated operation that is using an illicit shipyard to pursue their objectives. For now, experts aren't concerned with cruise ships, but they are warning - if you see something, say something. There's only so many dockyards these pirates could be operating out of, isn't that right Reyes? Over to you for weather."

"Locally, were looking at some clear, lovely fall days. Rain should finish in our area before 5 or 6s, if still ongoing. Globally however, we are witnessing a once in a lifetime Typhoon development."

On the screen, you saw chains of islands, beautiful and tropical, with a massive red blob near them. One of the islands was exactly where Carol was.

"In the span of 24 hours a mere tropical depression has hurtled towards becoming a Category 5 super-storm. Currently, the island nations of...."

Carol's island was at risk. The timeline impacted perfectly with the wedding, if the projections were to be clear. Hushing the children away, Diana called Carol, who seemed unbothered.

"Yeah, were going to have to push the wedding a week or two. Maybe three. I'm not too sure yet, we have to see how bad the storm is." The woman said, laying next to her husband.

Alexa didn't give a shit about that.

"Are you safe? Should you come home?" She squeaked. Carol smiled.

"Yes Lexi, I'm safe."

That sat in Alexas soul. Even if it may not have been true, Alexa could see the diagram displaying where was going to get hit on the screen, she felt much better. She wish she could hug Carol and her husband right about now.

"Don't worry everyone. We have a shelter to whether the storm in. You'll all be here soon enough. And Alexa, you better be here as a bridesmaid, not the flower girl my dear!" Carol said with her tongue sticked out.

Both Diana and Alexa waved goodbye to their friend, still not sold that she was safe, but promising a call tomorrow. Diana turned to Alexa. Alexa looked at Diana. Perfect.

"Mind if we go to the bank? I have to drop something off there quickly."

"Of course, but I just have one appointment I have to handle. Feel free to come with." Diana smirked internally.

Chapter 63

"I don't need the doctor! I especially don't need another doctor for my "health"!" Alexa said as they pulled into a Doctor's office parking lot...It was a last minute booking. Very last minute.

"Was a doctor your mortal enemy in a past life?" Diana questioned.

Alexa grumpily didn't respond and looked at her tablet. Thankfully the rest of the family wasn't coming with them. The appointment was scan after scan, interview after interview.

If she turned her back this exact way, how did it feel?

If she stood up straight, did it reduce, increase, or not affect the pain.

If she....

Something cried out in anguish in Alexa's stomach. She wasn't sure what was happening in there anymore. Pain? Maybe she shouldn't drink. So much. Key distinction there.

"Well mom, if I have to be honest..."

Diana flinched in annoyance. "I'm not her mother. I'm a friend. Please proceed."

The Doctor nodded and turned to Alexa. "You took a heck of a tumble. Your back might be killing you some days, some days I bet it's just peachy. This one's an easy fix, it's, just well...." He rubbed the back of his head. "...it's partially a chipped tailbone. I'm sure the longer you sit on it in a day, the more it starts to hurt. These things, they take time." Alexa agreed with the man.

"I can't just give you some medicine to make it go away." Alexa nodded. She was liking how this was going.

"You used the word partially." Diana said, the question not having appeared to Alexa.

"Right. I'm just not completely sure, but I think you have had some damage to your spine as well. That won't take just time to heal. We just have to make sure your back is artificially braced, and if it's not, you have to be sitting up or laying down with frequent breaks anytime you're sitting in the usual position. That, and some physical therapy, you'll be right as rain in no time."

"Perfect! I mean, sounds pretty simple compared to many of my other treatments." Alexa said with a nod.

"I'd recommend you get one of those yoga ball chairs to replace any previous office chairs you've had. That might help to. That and maybe a bouncer, last guy who just came in swore that fixed his issue....ha!" The joke landed flat, but it seemed more for the man than either woman. The doctor seemed sad that he could not be both king of medicine and comedy. "In any event, I was just joking. Thank you for your time."

Alexa walked out in a tight back brace, keeping her upright and rigid.

A bouncer! How absurd. Alexa thought to herself as she was buckled into her car seat.

A bouncer! How adorable. Diana thought to herself as she buckled Alexa, who was very evidently wet.

Chapter 64

"Misses Johnson, do you consent to speak to us, knowing these rights?" The G-man in a refined suit, with his sharply dressed coworker, an uptight looking woman, said it as if Alexa had a choice. As if they weren't standing in the way in the banks office.

It had started so simply. Stop by the bank a few minutes before they close, drop off the checks, setup an ability to do it on her phone, boom. The teller had typed a few things, cocked her head to the side, then asked Alexa if she might kindly sit with her in a room to talk about an unexpected error that had occurred in her account. Alexa nodded. Diana had let her come in herself, talking to the hubbie on the phone. Of course, Alexa sat down in the cushioned seat, ready for the teller to work with her on whatever the issue was.

She hadn't heard the door lock from the outside.

Eventually, Diana called her, asking what the hold-up was. Not too sure, Alexa stood up, trying to open the door.

"Uhm, they locked me in this room. I'm not su-....." She saw the man and woman with steel in their eyes ask for directions, get pointed to Alexa's current room, and then make eye contact with her.

"Miss Johnson, you have the right to remain silent...." The man droned on even as Alexa babbled a bit. Diana sprinted into the bank, not too sure what was happening.

The bank manager walked in while the female agent played defense, keeping Diana out of the room, and the male agent put a pair of cuffs on Alexa, a bit prematurely. By this point, Alexa was shaking a fair bit, eyes darting to see if there might be a camera to show this was a prank. They began to discuss her bank statements, asking her questions about a ton of transactions she wasn't sure about: Crypto currency purchases, a bank wire tied from and then to a narco group, one tied to a warlord the politicians would speak about in hushed tones, a purchase of a fine oak table in an antique store half the world away. It dawned on Alexa that she really never checked her bank statements. Sometimes she did so to make sure she had enough money. But...uh....yeah it made sense why this had been going on for a few months without her being aware.

"Th-those aren't me! Someone must have stolen my identity or something. I've barely been out of the country, let alone to those places!" Alexa cried out. Her tummy was starting to hurt. The stress was a knot. And it was twisting and destroying her as she tried to explain herself.

The man listened, scribbling notes down. She heard Diana shouting outside. "Let me in there! Let me in there!"

"Would you like that woman in here Misses Johnson? We'll all talk like adults and figure out what you've done?" He asked it as if she was already guilty.

"Y-yes. Ca-can I use the bathroom please?" Alexa asked, as they waved Diana into the room. What he said just dawned on her. "I resent the assumption that I did something!"

One could see Alexa's cortisol spiking as her thumb kept almost slipping into her mouth.

"Unfortunately, the bathroom will have to wait until we conclude our questioning."

Diana immediately was taking the offense with both government agents. Alexa, unfortunately, was not yet at the age where she could fairly fight her own battles. For once, Diana being a prepared mother paid off, with Alexa's passport as evidence of her lack of travel; Alexa herself showed them her phone tracking records, which showed she had only traveled to two countries in the past few months. Questions about individual expenses became targeted, line item by line item, with Alexa having to attest to all of them. Publicly. Even the reckless spending at the bar.

As she spoke, Alexa became so focused on her own passionate defense that she felt the knot in her stomach drop down, and a relief of all the pain. At the same time, a warm mess filled her diaper.

"Y-yes, I have to use them." Alexa broke down, explaining the purchases at a variety of stores. She could recall some of them - having an accident and running into a nearby store to buy a diaper, having to buy some replacement clothes at another. The agent seemed to sniff the air.

"Do you enjoy them?" The female agent asked, scribbling notes. Besides her colleague, everyone looked a bit aghast at the question. "Fits the profile for a someone who might not understand the severity of their action."

"That question is wholly inappropriate. I'm calling my lawyer. Alexa, you be quiet, don't answer a single question more if that's how you're being treated." Diana started dialing.

The cuffs came off.

"You can't leave the country for a week, pending the conclusion of our investigation. Our business is concluded here. For now." With that, they were gone. Without skipping a beat, the bank manager turned to Alexa.

"Unfortunately Misses Johnson, we'll have to close your account, as our business reputation if we are associating with a felon wo-...."

"Just give us the check." Diana said with a huff.

They walked out of there with a check of Alexa's current account, and a very pissed off Diana. Diana had Alexa sit in the front of the car with her in the parking lot, calling someone...even if Alexa wasn't exactly sure who. When she didn't receive an immediate call-back, she strapped Alexa into her car seat and the two found a shaded grove a few miles away to hide away in.

Diana got out, checking Alexa, and bringing her to the boot of the car for a change.

Her lawyer had promised to get in touch eventually.

Her financial advisor beat her to it. Helping Alexa while on the phone meant Alexa was

"Mr Leamus, you aren't too busy I hope?" Diana asked without really meaning it.

"For one of my clients, never. What's got you needing help?" He asked, with Diana filling him in on the events of the previous hour or two in precise detail. Alexa could tell he was an old man by the way he breathed a bit too heavily or with a bit of struggle on the phone. Diana concluded her exposition just as Alexa was out of her diaper. She put two and two together - Leamus was likely the families financial advisor.

"Lift your legs Alexa." Diana said it. She already was forcing Alexas body in the position she wanted it. Her girl was helping very much, though.

"Ah~!" He said. Alexa thought he might be on a vacation. "Yes, that's all too common nowadays. Identity theft is always a serious issue. I apologize to your friend for the stress, you know I have a good lawyer for that sort of thing..... Anyway, yes just send or bring the check to my assistants and we'll work with your bank to get everything added in its own sub-account. Whatever the bank put on her file won't matter since it'll come from us and be under you Diana. We have some contacts and could get this issue leveled by Monday if you drop the check off today."

Diana had a big smile. Alexa did too. Chatter with the older man continued as Alexa was wiped down with what felt like a whole pack of wet wipes. A second call came in, distracting Diana. It was her attorney.

"For now, let's start filing some paperwork and an official protest. The bank employee called you a felon, Miss Johnson?" Alexa nodded as baby powder was poured over her nether regions.

"Hmphm." He was scribbling. "Interesting. More to follow up on that."

Alexa's change thankfully finished by that second call. Only then did she realize they were in a relatively populated area, with her being literally butt naked while being changed. Just as she was about to protest, Diana held her tight.

Alexa hugged Diana silently, her stress melting down as the other woman's arms surrounded her.

Chapter 65

Diana was a woman of great trust with Alexa by this point. So when Alexa asked to sleep early, she had no issue with. Sure, she was concerned with changing Alexa, but she had no issue with doing that a bit ahead of time. When she'd walked by Alexas room later in the evening, she decided the girl had had a enough going on for one day and let her relax and enjoy her evening. Surely Alexa was adult enough to go to bed on time?

But when Diana woke for her frequent (since she birthed her small army of children) pre-dawn bathroom break, she felt something was amiss. She couldn't place where it was amiss. Just that it was.

Call it parents intuition. Call it the fact that she had a baby monitor and took some enjoyment in seeing what Alexa was doing. Call it a concern for Alexa not messing up her sleep schedule.

So when she took a look and Alexa was laying on her belly, playing videogames, headphones on, looking like she had been rotting there for hours, Diana out all the pieces together.

Tsk tsk tsk. Alexa could be bad sometimes.

Diana was sneaky about her approach. She didn't knock on the door. Alexa was engrossed in some RPG. Some rather lewd RPG at that. Sneaking up on the girl, Diana pounced, covering her mouth with one hand using the free hand to hold the squirmy girl down. Alexa freaked out, jumping up and down, until her eyes adjusted and she realized it was Diana.

Alexa went wide eyed. She took note to be quiet. Pee was filling her diaper. "W-wah?"

"It's 330 in the morning. Why are you playing video games?" Diana's question came from a smiling, friendly face, but it was a trap.

"Cuz it's the weekend?" Alexa said.

"You still need to get good sleep. Go to bed. I'm taking this so you'll get some sleep." Diana said, unplugging the console unceremoniously. "And don't try to find it! I'm disappointed in you Alexa, I figured you'd take the offer of controlling your own schedule to prove yourself."

"Awwww, Diana, come on, pleaseeeeee..." Alexa looked at her with those puppy dog eyes she was used. Diana left her a kiss on the forehead after she had quickly urged her to into her (by Diana's perception) crib..

"Go to bed. You'll need your rest for the morning. You're lucky you're not too wet."

Chapter 66

Before Alexa could learn what the statement meant, her forced slumber was broken by Pearl, who looked ravenous. Or would it be more proper that she looked like she expected to be ravaged? She wasn't sure.

"Yesterday.....just not enough. Ohmygawsh, the girls are ready." Pearl said, popping her boobs out of the tight sundresss, then shimmying the dress down a bit; the milk pads sticking from the film of drying liquid which has been forming. Alexa, perhaps not a boob connoisseur, definitely felt like Pearl's chest looked slightly more veiny and her nipples a bit darker than the first time she saw them. Of course, that was the first thing she saw that morning, thrust as they were in her face, so maybe she was just over examining them. Worst of all, she wasn't really starving, making her dread however long her booby-captivity was about to be...

Still confused, Alexa was as pliable as clay.

"Pearl, ahmfffffffff..." Alexa's words did not come out, drowned out by a chest that was ready to deliver.

Suckling automatically on the boob that was in her mouth, Alexa felt Pearl clutch her tightly. Pearl, even if she was a damned ditz who shoved her boobs in your face like a stripper, felt comfortably warm; the feeling put her not just at ease, it comforted her even. Alexa clung on tightly back. She could feel Pearl's heartbeat. Closing her eyes, Alexa ended a state above sleep but below drowsy confusion.

Her stomach finally gave.

Pearl let Alexa go, and go, and go. The entire time, Pearl couldn't help but feel something different too. It wasn't appreciation. She felt that since her first awkward introduction to Alexa. Was it a deep sense of care for Alexa? A desire to keep her safe? Pearl couldn't explain it in words that didn't have some vapor of maternal affection. But that's not what this was, was it? She couldn't decide there and then if it was maternal affection for the girl, but her brain had already made the decision for her, ignoring all her denial.

Diana walked in while Alexa was nearly finished. With Pearl's first breast, that is..

"Wow, she's out and still reflexively going." She said with some fascination. Diana sniffed the air, then looked down at Alexas diaper, which you could tell through the diaper cover was nearing its breaking point, or had already hit it and was seconds away from showing it to the world.

Diana ended up needing Pearl's help with the blowout that had occurred, both women wiping the girl down as best they could before taking her to the bathroom. The warm and fuzzy feeling breast latcher didn't awake even as she was scrubbed down thoroughly. She did wake up once she felt her feet hit the cold bathroom floor, and she was shivering.

"Ccccccccccold!" She said it so automatically, relishing in the warmed towel that Pearl dried her off with. She squeezed tightly onto Pearl for the parts that weren't covered by a warm towel. Diana stood in the bathroom, very plussed.

"Alexa, that is the first diaper blow-out you've had. With me, at least. We might need to look into getting you some thicker nighttime diapers. I mean when a cloth diaper is straining to contain your mess, you might have some serious...." Alexa looked horrified, so Diana didn't finish the sentence. Pearl rubbed Alexa's back, a bit awkwardly. She was in a state of semi-undress and Alexa was nude.

"R-right. Sorry, I didn't use the bathroom at all yesterday. Must've been backed up!" Alexa was stammering non-sense. Wait, she had used the bathroom yesterday - Diana had changed her at that shade grove.

Diana ignored Alexa's babble. Pearl was still waiting for a bit of privacy to finish up with Alexa. She received it eventually.

Alexa was awake and alert this time. "Alexa, I need to talk to you about something sweetie." Alexa, boob full of mouth, or was it mouth full of boob (her brain felt a bit hazy), was contemplating how she used to be in love with the fattest, biggest milkers when she'd seen them in porn, but now, her feelings were starting to become a bit complicate-...

She simply nodded. Right. Not the time or place for that sort of thing. Maybe Pearl and her could have a discussion on "consensually placing your boobs in someones mouth" after whatever this was. Pearl looked too serious.

"I'm...my condition isn't getting better. It might be getting worse." Alexa nodded. Right. What condition, again? Oh right, the one making her keep producing milk. The one making her dribble milk. Alexa was coming back to it.

"Ma-maybe we need to try three times a day sweetie. You have a lunch break, right? Ma-maybe...if it's okay with you, I could come over then. Just pumping and putting it in bottles hasn't helped a bit. I promise it'll be quick."

Alexa was nodding, agreeing without really thinking about it. She was pretty cold. The blanket she was swaddled in didn't really give her that much warmth, all things considered. Pearl's body did give her a lot of warmth. She shifted towards the warmth. Pearl lit up upon her agreement. Reaching down into her nursing bag, Pearl pulled out what Alexa quickly recognized as a brand new mobile console, it's sides green and orange. Not just any brand new console, the largest increase in gaming quality since, well, the smash hit that was the Dreamcast.

"That's the new Sw-....mpffhhh...." Alexa's mouth had popped free and was quickly forced back onto Pearl's boob. "He-mphmmmmmm,,,....."

"I figured you might like it more than my ungrateful young ones. It's all yours." Alexa couldn't help but just nod over and over again. Even if she hated sucking Pearl's breasts (a less common thought each time it happened), she certainly didn't hate the rewards it gave her.

She and Pearl, after the milking, stayed in silence and cuddled a bit while Alexa set the mobile console up. It was wonderful, already having a kiddie game or two pre-loaded on it. The warm body was nice too. Eventually, Pearl left Alexa to her own devices, opting to swing by Diana's room. Folding some laundry, the matronly woman gave a slight wave.

"Got a minute?" Pearl asked.

"For you, of course. What do you need?"

"Well, I was thinking. I'm always ready in the morning due to, ehm, my situation. Alexa needs to get dressed and taken to her ride in the morning. I could always get her ready in the morning and save you the sleep....." Pearl said, expecting some sort of push-back. For a second, they both forgot Alexa was a woman and not one of their babies.

Diana smiled. "Perfect! Starting tomorrow?" Diana was, as she always thought of herself, a woman of routine. While she didn't begrudge Alexa, waking up so early for the little woman did mess with her morning routine. Besides, she could do with a bit more time cuddled up to James in the morning.

"Starting tomorrow." Pearl got her own house key.

Chapter 67

As Alexa sunk deep into a squat, she realized why Diana had been telling her that she needed her strength. Much like Carol, Diana had realized that Alexa was quite the clumsy, un-athletic shut-in. Besides, Diana had bought some new gym clothes, and she was eager to try them on. All of the family except James had refused going to the gym, and he had to watch the kids, so it was just the two of them.

After a few reps, Alexa was panting and sweating like a faucet was leaking from her pores. The leak came quicker and quicker as they kept working out.

Diana got a call from her lawyer, meaning she had to step out for a second; it was about 5 minutes of Alexa's being alone before a worker came up to her, stopping her from using the machine.

"Young lady, without your mother here, you can't workout. Unfortunately you'll have to wait in the kids room while momma finishes her call." Behind the worker stood the type of person you'd expect to report the situation. Bitter and 'concerned'.

"I'm not...." Alexa's ID was in the locker room. Because of course it was. What had Diana said? This too shall pass?

So Alex sat in the kids room for 15 minutes till Diana came to retrieve her.

"What in the world? Why didn't you come find me?" Diana said with a huff. "I set that gym manager straight."

"Well, I figured you had a point. Sometimes I just have to go with the flow. I didn't have my ID on me, so I sort of just went with it. I texted you."

Diana laughed. Oh, Alexa. From one extreme to another.

"My point there wasn't to let people treat you like a child, but I appreciate you trying to take my advice dear."

Alexa cocked her head. "Then what was your point? I don't follow." They spoke between sets.

"My point was that you should operate with a bit of grace for others, and to let yourself relax a bit as even if your situation is bad, you have a heck of a lot of people who care and will right the ship. Next time, just call me sweetie."

With the primary part of her workout done, Diana surprised Alexa with the last part - a dip in the gyms nicely sized swimming pool.

"Oh, I actually love swimming. I just never set up plans to go. I can watch, I didn't bring a swimsuit."

Diana produced one of those.

Then a swim diaper, after that objection came up.

"You know that I'm always prepared." Diana said, pulling both objects from a plastic bag with sharpie markings - JOANS SWIM DAY. Alexa was sure the clothes had never been worn.

Alexa smirked. Diana was a master of cornering her. Even if by cornering her she was making her wear one of Joan's old frilly swimsuits with a character from God knows what on it. Fine. She'll role with the punches and a have a damn good Sunday swimming.

So she did. Even if she was tired from her gaming marathon Diana had so rudely cut short.

The pool had a few diving boards, and Alexa, finally feeling risky enough, went to the highest one. Unnoticed by...well, everyone, was a boy that reminded Alexa of herself that evening when she was shaking scared. This poor boy sat on the edge where the ladder and board met, shaking like a leaf, looking towards the jumping point, and then back down.

"You okay?" Alexa asked. The boy briefly looked like he wanted to lie.

"N-no. I don't wanna jump. But I'm scared to climb down." Alexa began to speak. "Not scared because of it being tall or anything-g!"

Hm, Alexa sort of knew the strategy here. "Oh, well then get out of the way. If you can't handle it!"

The boy went rigid. "N-no I can. I'll jump, I'll jump!" He said, running off the board straight into a cannonball.

Alexa got her turn, but once she landed, she had a circle of boys and girls that were surrounding her asking how she did that sick dive. Practice makes perfect, obviously. But even trying to show the kids how to practice was a bit of a fools errand, but they were grasping at it after awhile.

Hopping into the car with Diana, she let the woman buckle her up, talking about how much fun she was having. To not spoil her mood, Diana didn't mention how she was added to a group chat for all the parents of those children, who wanted Lexie Lou, to be invited to playdates going forward. Perhaps a later discussion. An even later one was that Diana had accepted on behalf of Alexa.

The two stopped for coffee on their way home.

Inside, Alexa couldn't help but notice the man standing by the counter in a bright flourish of colors, speaking to the barista. Scanning her brain for his face, she realized it was the man who had given her the business card about his diaper factory. Right, just don't let him see your face and you'll be fine Alexa.

"Ah Misses Johnson! Your fine taste in coffee shows me you have more in common with me than I first thought." He said, taking Diana's hand and shaking it. "And you might be?"

"Mrs Sauers. And you....?"

"The man who is here to offer you a tour of the last diaper factory in our country, that's who. Might you two be free right now? After you get your caffeination, of course."

Alexa looked to Diana. The woman of routine. Say no. "Huh, sounds sort of interesting. I'm fine with it, but I do the need the bathroom."

Too embarrassed at standing next to the man, aghast at Diana's out of character acceptance, and needing something to drink, Alexa gave a perfunctory answer.

Damn it all!

Chapter 68

"Now, I will warn you both. We give our workers off based off their schedule - don't go thinking we're having people work on Sunday unless they wish to!" Away from the crowd, and with just the two to impressive, one might see through his facade of confidence of eccentricity. Alexa could. She studied the man.

Studying him helped her think less on how she needed to pee.

The factory, if one might call it that, was a few miles from the coffee shop, and in an unassuming compound of buildings that were fenced in. The fence was rusted, decaying even, but the buildings were a bit more maintained. A bit being a key word in that sentence.

"This is our shipping department..." He said, the stock of product looking to be shipped quite low. "...this is our inventory..." The inverse. "...this is our production line for cloth diapers..." A mixture of man and machine producing them, one of the workers showing them a spec sheet for a diaper someone half Alexa's size. They showed her how they could up size it to fit her, just using the computer. "...and this, this is for disposables. Urgh, nasty things you know, no one cares about quality in disposables. I mean, why would you? Until..."

"A diaper blows out or the tapes don't stick, or it holds a fourth of what was promised." Diana said, seeming to speak from experience.

"Exactly! This woman knows business. Interested in a sales job?" He asked quite seriously.

"I'll decline, thank you."

"The offer remains." He said, bringing both women up to his office. It was a bare thing, some computers, a monitor, a folding table. Alexa wanted to pee. So she got to her question.

"Why exactly did you want us to tour here?" She asked, sitting on a folding chair. Dingy was the word Alexa couldn't find.

"Give myself a sense of purpose, one might suppose. The more people I talk to, the more ideas float in my head to save my father's business, the more the chance it succeeds. Success is exponential, you know." He rested his head on his chin.

"It's a capability and advertising problem, isn't it? I mean, how easy would it be for me, a mother, to order a custom diaper design. Let's say Alexa needed a diaper 3x as thick, more tabs, and a nice cosmetic design. How longs that take me?" Diana tapped her foot

"Well, you'd call us, we'd design something, you'd review, the-..."

"Bah, come on! Review what? I should be able to make it in 5 minutes on a website or something. Think, that's a boutique part of your business, but I'm sure some people have special needs for their children. I also wonder if you need a better ordering system. I mean, that much inventory, but sending out that few pallets. What's up with that? That, and I'll be honest, I didn't even know your brand existed. You need to advertise, and not just in coffee shops. Get your name out there, donate some packs to needy families, get some models for your adult line, that sort of thing."

He nodded. "Hm, I hadn't considered the ease of use. I really hadn't considered much of anything like that. I figured the product would show itself off, you know. Quality has its own lure."

"Does it?" Diana asked, letting her eyes look around the room to elucidate her point. For once, his demeanor shifted to a scowl, but he recovered.

"Fine, fine. Your point is very valid. If only I knew how and where to start."

"Ha, you might start by getting me a diaper that can deal with my messes so that Diana gets off my back." Alexa said with a saucy wink towards the woman.

"Hmphm, that's a great idea! Right, we'll design the website, get something thrown together, and then get back to you both within the next day or two. Lovely, lovely. Please, do feel free to take a pack or two of diapers on your way out. Try out our new shipment of scented sachets, a design from my father that he never got to see physically. I'd love to hear your review of my companies products." He said it so casually, allowing Diana to stack two packs containing several dozen diapers in Alexa's hands on the way out. She also grabbed some of the scents.

"These are wonderful!" Diana took the sachet from Alexa, sniffing it herself. Her eyes bulged. Not from any disgusting. But from surprise.

"This is shockingly pleasant, yes." She hung one in each part of the car. "Next time you make a mess, I guess we don't have to worry about smelling it."

"Hmphm, I think it's better for your old woman smell!" Alexa teased, arms crossed. Diana scoffed back. She collected herself before retorting.

"Do you need a change, Alexa?" Alexa nodded, allowing Diana to change her in the diaper manufacturing parking lot with almost no protest. Alexa was yawning a fair amount. "Perfect, now we have some diapers we can dedicate to just the car for you!"

"Um, and for Joan right?" Alexa asked pensively, feeling a bit embarrassed at how much space in the boot was now occupied by her diaper packs.

"Of course." Diana said without meaning it much. Joan would throw a fit if she, at her age, had to have a diaper change in the car. Diana kept that to herself, though.

Chapter 69

Diana sheepishly came into Alexa's bedroom. She had the console behind her back, ready to give it back to Alexa, who seemed to be in a cleaning mood. Sure, that was one of her chores, but Diana was surprised to see the dedication. Vacuuming up her room, she had her cat headphones equipped, a loose T-shirt on, and her diaper exposed while she crawled around, looking for dust in hard to reach areas. Diana had to shake Alexa to get her to stop listening to music and take back the confiscated console.

After Alexa's initial jolt, and Diana helping her set the console up with her friends card, spending limit included, she departed from her room to do some chores.

"No pants needed when you're hanging your school uniform outside?" Diana questioned, just as Alexa crossed the threshold of her not-a-nursery in her baggy shirt.

"R-right!" Alexa stuttered out. Dinner was delicious, as always, and Alexa found herself playing the mobile console while laying on the sofa, Joan and Jodie watching some series which was likely a bit too graphic for their age bracket. Alexa only was noticing it out of the corner of her eye, too busy slashing through some river monsters to care much about who was cursing out who on the show. Mouth guard in, headphones on, and a fully tummy, she felt at peace. A finger wag

Until Diana was pulling her upstairs, politely asking for "a bit of her time". Ugh, what now? Once they reached, the steps, Diana actually grabbed Alexa by her ear, causing her to yelp a bit.

"Ow ow ow ow ow ow, what the hell!" Alexa said.

"Just what did you put on the TV for the girls?" Diana asked, arms crossed.

"Nothing? They did that themselves." Alexa said, still fiddling with the settings on her new console. Diana took that console away without a second thought.

"Alexa Eve Johnson. You are an adult. You had to have seen they were watching something inappropriate for girls their age. Unless you're saying you're too young to make that call as well." Diana said. She wasn't pissed sounding, and her attitude was coming out of nowhere, so Alexa wasn't sure what to say.

"N-no, never Diana! Listen, it was an honest mistake alright? Next time I'll put on Looney Tunes or something."

"Your sarcasm is not appreciated." Diana said with a huff. "It's fine. I just assumed you'd be a good role model for the girls, I hadn't realized that was in doubt. Now, are you ready for bed time? Since I know I can't trust you on that either!"

"Wa-wait a minute! I...don't be so dramatic!" Diana didn't like the phrase, flinching a bit. "I'll make sure to watch what they are doing and be a good role model."

Diana's face contorted. Not anger. Never that face. Alexa remembered her spanking well enough. Even then, the anger was subtle. Just raw annoyance. "Alexa Eve Johnson, go stand in the corner for 5 minutes."

"Wa...wahh?" Alexa said, Diana "helping" her with the position. Literal corner time, arms at her head, nose to the wall.

"Don't you dare move." Diana said as she put Alexa's mouth guard in.

Alexa listened, but from her raw confusion more than anything. Sure, she'd messed up. That she would openly admit. Corner time? Was Alexa 5? And why was she even going along with this. It was absurd, having her nose in the corner of the room, every noise amplified as she had only her thoughts and an increasingly cooling wet diaper. Diana came back in after felt like a hour.

"Alexa, I'm so sorry!" Diana had tears in her eyes, picking the girl up and hugging her tightly. Alright, Diana was just fucking crazy, or it was April 1st and she was messing with the girl.

"Uhm, isssssh otay?" Alexa said, confused.

"James is going to be sticking around quite a bit longer, since the hospital doesn't want him leaving the area. My afternoon nap led me to have a horrific nightmare about...things of that nature. I was in a foul mood and I took that out on you just now. James couldn't believe I put you in the corner! Can you forgive me?" Diana said, looking apologetic.

Of course Alexa folded, nodding. Her mouth guard came out. "Didn't we already know James had to hang around? I don't understand."

"Yes, yes, I was just praying for a miracle and was disappointed by this weeks results." Diana asked nicely.

"Understood, but even then, what was your nightmare about?" Alexa asked, using the entire length of her arm to grab Diana's shoulder, trying to console the woman. "I'm here to talk you know."

"I appreciate that." Diana looked through Alexa. "I actually do. When we have more time, I'll tell you about it. It was about my ex-husband."

Alexa shivered. She remembered the man's horrifying visage while being arrested. Diana cooled down further while Alexa held her shoulder.

"I.... Might you humor me for one second Alexa?"

Alexa humored her.

"You have a lot of clothes from Joan and Jodie in here. Could you try some on? Some of the outfits I never got to see on some-...." Alexa giggled, cutting her off and agreed, seeing what Diana wanted.

"I'll be your dress-up doll right now Diana, I get the feeling that's what you're asking." Diana seemed to pep up a bit. Alexa stuck her tongue out. "Next time, don't beat around the bush with what you want, but I might make you pay next time."

It was therapeutic, the very willing Alexa trying on whatever outfit Diana asked for amongst all the boxes. Trying on dresses and whatever else Diana had collected over the year beat corner time. Especially as she saw Diana's face. She looked so much younger when she was smiling and giggling with Alexa. There was something beneath the surface there. Alexa couldn't place it. Some of the outfits were actually dusty or wrinkled to the point Alexa put them off to the side after trying them on. Diana couldn't help but beam at...well, everything.

"Some of these look like an American Girl or Barbie come to life." Alexa said, twirling around in a dress which had the primary theme of strawberries. A strawberry cap, a strawberry purse, strawberries covering the shorter dress. Another was a very frilly tutu. It sort of, if Alexa held it down, didn't move, didn't breath, and definitely didn't have an accident, covered her diaper. Hmmm - had one of the girls done ballet? In the reject pile was a Girl Scout uniform which was a size or two too small. The buttons told her as much. Alexa found some that were just plain matching sets of relatively normal looking dresses, clearly designed for the sisters to match one another. One of the matching sets had a receipt for dry cleaning still lodged in it. Something about that was a bit tragic. Some Hello Kitty shirts, petticoats which had no dress to go with, and other miscellanea also came from one of the boxes. One of many boxes, most of which looked even more stuffed than the one Alexa had just started making a dent in.

"C-could you try these on?" Diana asked, one of the few times Alexa swore the older woman was bashful. They were two gigantic bows, looking like something a magical girl might wear after her transformation. Alexa had seen many cosplays like this online, especially when they had the girl getting captured by some tentacle beast that ended up pentr....

"Alexa?" Diana asked again, as if she was afraid to have offended the girl.

The bows were bigger up close. In her hair, they'd go down past her head. Diana wouldn't get the reference she was about to make, Alexa presumed, but she made it anyway.

"Sort of looks like something from an anime. Magical Girl style." Alexa said, fussing with the bows while Diana watched. Interestingly, Diana seemed more interested in staring at Alexa as she tried on outfits than helping. Especially with the bows.

"I don't follow." Diana questioned.

"Look it up. I think I need the bathroom, so...." Alexa said the first part bluntly, the second more whispered; Diana eagerly typed on her phone. She displayed the results to Alexa.

"Yep, those." The bows wouldn't cooperate.

"And you...like these? They are definitely pretty." Diana said, enjoying the different outfits that appeared as she scrolled. To be researched later. All of what she was seeing she liked. Gosh, a lot of these would look amazing on Alexa! Impractical, but beyond lovely.

Alexa presumed she meant anime. "Yes, I did enjoy them very much. Especially when I was younger. Precure, Sailor Moon, Sakura, those sort of empty shows which make you feel good after a watch." Diana heard the yes and the show names but not much after. She was too busy taking notes. Precure had some wonderful outfits! She wondered which one was little Alexa's favorite character.

"When you were younger? I wonder, did you ev-...." Diana was mumbling silently to herself. Alexa did not hear her, cutting her off unknowingly.

"Mind helping me?" Alexa asked, the large bows not playing nice with her two gigantic pigtails.

Diana never moved faster. In the mirror, Alexa had two frilly, gigantic bows in her hair, with Diana jumping in excitement as she almost shouted. Besides the bows, Alexa had only her diaper and an increasing feeling she was going to wet herself.

"Wait, I know the perfect outfit for this!" Diana said it so confidently, Alexa couldn't wait for it. She also couldn't wait to be free so she could use the bathroom. Two knocks came at the door as Alexa was handed the dress. The fabric covered what parts she held it to, but she still fled to her rather crowded closet.

"Mommmmmm, we have to pack for tomorrow! When are you gonna be done?" It was Joan and Jodie. One of them opened the door, peaking their head in.

"Joan, get out of here! I told you no going in Miss Alexa's room unless she or I say so!" Diana said with a huff. "I'll be down in a few minutes girls." Diana looked around for Alexa, seeing her hiding in the closet. "You can come out sweetie."

"Everything okay?" Alexa asked.

"Yes, but gosh, just when you start having fun, kids have to find a way to pull you back to reality, mhm." Diana said. She sighed, in a resigned, depressed and "it was it is" sort of way. The statement, much like everything she had been talking about the past few minutes, had some deeper meaning. Alexa noted that for later. Or maybe she just needed to pee and was looking for an out to focus on. "I just need a whole day this weekend where we dress you up in every outfit in this room! No kids, no James, just us and fashion! You appreciate real fashion, real womanhood, real outfits that real people wore. Now, where were we? Let's try on one more outfit as an appetizer to tide me over."

Alexa gulped at the rather manic last few comments. Wait, she hadn't really agreed to the weekend, but maybe she could do this for Diana and talk her out of losing a whole day to trying on outfits she never would wear in real life unless Diana put her in them.

Wouldn't wear in real life, yet, Diana would've replied.

****

With that, the story is all caught up. I'm currently working on the next section. Thanks for all the kind comments and reactions. Let me know whether you hated it, loved it, or just didn't care 
 

On 8/3/2026 at 9:22 AM, Kotatsu said:

Alexa is like the Forest Gump of age play. They're getting themself into so many situations but it's good that they have friends who both enable them and also help extricate Alexa from them.

Never thought about it that way, but now that you said that, I can't get the image out of my head! She's unlucky for a reason. I'm never partial to the stories that our just doom and gloom for the main character. Not too much fun after awhile. 

[Kotatsu]

I appreciate that Alexa has people around them that pull them out of the bad, even if they do seem to add their own weirdness to the mix. Pearl and Diana really are standouts for treating Alexa like a kid but also making sure that Alexa gets respect as an adult. 

[Lovetrain]

Really cool story binge in one day 

[Poco]

Absolutely loving it!!!!! Not gonna lie, love Miss M and her treatment of "baby" lexi! Can't wait to see what other misadventures she has in store for her future.

[Leyack]

vivement le retour a la creche le lundi matin , j'ai l'impression qu'elle va finir par y rester...

[Parkin]

7 hours ago, Leyack said:

vivement le retour a la creche le lundi matin , j'ai l'impression qu'elle va finir par y rester...

How about speaking English like the rest of us? Imagine everyone would comment in their mother tongue here.

[Jako_Tu]

On 8/6/2026 at 5:26 AM, Kotatsu said:

I appreciate that Alexa has people around them that pull them out of the bad, even if they do seem to add their own weirdness to the mix. Pearl and Diana really are standouts for treating Alexa like a kid but also making sure that Alexa gets respect as an adult. 

It's definitely a fun dynamic to write :). Pearl and Diana definitely will stand up for Alexa where necessary, but also put Alexa in her place when necessary too. Each has their own oddities and desires though.....

On 8/6/2026 at 10:17 AM, Lovetrain said:

Really cool story binge in one day 

Thank you very much!

 

On 8/6/2026 at 3:23 PM, Poco said:

Absolutely loving it!!!!! Not gonna lie, love Miss M and her treatment of "baby" lexi! Can't wait to see what other misadventures she has in store for her future.

Miss M is definitely a fan favorite and she will keep up her pace of setting baby Eve straight. She suffers no fools.

 

On 8/10/2026 at 7:48 AM, Leyack said:

vivement le retour a la creche le lundi matin , j'ai l'impression qu'elle va finir par y rester...

I apologize, but I cannot speak French so I used automatic translation...Daycare may not be a permanent home for Alexa but let's just say the current situation isn't tenable  


Next chapter coming in the next few days.

[ImprobableLemon]

I initially read this on the Changing Mirror, and I'm happy to see it here.

You've made a fantastic slow burn story which is my favorite type of abdl story. I'm very excited to see where you take it from here.

If you ever want to bounce ideas off someone my DM's are always open.

[Lovetrain]

Love the story. Hope to more soon

[Jako_Tu]

"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.

//

I hope everyone is enjoying Alexa's progress. I apologize at some times if it seems slow, or if perhaps a character is not getting as much scene time as other characters.

Let me know your thoughts  

[ImprobableLemon]

I very much enjoy the slow burn; this chapter in particular was a pretty big leap for her progress into regressive behavior! She's becoming quite the lil gooner.

It feels like you do a good job giving everyone time in the spotlight, I don't think you have anything to worry about there

 

[Lovetrain]

I sometimes feel like Alexa’s relationships have her always Rolling over for the desires of someone else and she always has to put herself second. I hope she stands up for herself, especially in the case of Diane who relationship sometimes seems abusive. I hate miss m

[Poco]

Loving the story, kinda hoping the growth shots back fire though. Always looking forward to seeing more of your story

[Jako_Tu]

20 hours ago, ImprobableLemon said:

I very much enjoy the slow burn; this chapter in particular was a pretty big leap for her progress into regressive behavior! She's becoming quite the lil gooner.

It feels like you do a good job giving everyone time in the spotlight, I don't think you have anything to worry about there

 

Thank you!

18 hours ago, Lovetrain said:

I sometimes feel like Alexa’s relationships have her always Rolling over for the desires of someone else and she always has to put herself second. I hope she stands up for herself, especially in the case of Diane who relationship sometimes seems abusive. I hate miss m

Somewhat. It's become more and more pronounced as Alexa's story has gone on. I wouldn't describe her relationship with Diana as abusive, rather, it's just a very fragile person with someone who doesn't really stand up for herself as much as she should.
 

2 hours ago, Poco said:

Loving the story, kinda hoping the growth shots back fire though. Always looking forward to seeing more of your story

 
Who knows, but I'm sure you can guess it won't be played straight :-)