Working from home....?

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 curdlingly 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 **** 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 **** 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.

****

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, **** 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.

***

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.