One Wild Night

"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.

***

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 **** 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 **** 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, **** 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 **** and **** 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...

****

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 ****.

"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!

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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! **** 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.

****

"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.

****

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.

***

"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.

***

"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.

***

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."

****

Before Alexa could learn what the statement meant, her **** 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 **** 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.

***

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 **** 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!

****

"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.

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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.

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