Moving Call

"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?