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.
"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.
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