Life Never Stops

An early wakeup, an early morning groan, an early morning need to use the bathroom - Alexa was a woman of increasing habit. A bit more lucid than usual, she only said a few words to Diana. "I need the toilet." Diana made her pace a bit more expedient, and Alexa surged out of the crib once freed, waddling her way to the bathroom. Alas, it was not to be. Still having mittens on meant that when Alexa was struggling with the diaper while sitting atop the toilet and Diana was out of sight, she was basically screwed.

Literally on top of the toilet, ready to go, and she still had an accident! By the time her mittens were off, Alexa's diaper was already full, and Diana was back, smiling, before looking crestfallen.

"Did you make it?" Diana asked Alexa. She nodded her head in defeat, letting the used diaper hit the ground with a humiliating and unsatisfying plap, stepping into the cold shower just to get some soothing feeling on her bottom. Diana left the girl alone mostly, just setting a towel up for her.

Alexa's clothes still had yet to arrive, meaning Diana got creative for the woman, not wanting her to recycle the same three outfits till her package came through.

Joan had a cute jogger set that was gifted from an aunt that over estimated her sizes, meaning Alexa would be just fine! Once she was out of the shower and rushing back to her room, Alexa soon found herself doing her new normal pose of ankles to the head, allowing Diana to rub some deliciously cool ointment on her bottom, along with a more than generous helping of baby oil and baby powder. Alexa thanked her, and enjoyed the snuggly clothes.

"How'd you sleep?" Diana asked Alexa, who looked like a zombie still. Not well, truth be told, Alexa said to herself.

"One of your kids snores like an elderly man! I am a heavy sleeper, and it even woke me up!" Alexa complained, mostly unserious.

"Yeah, Davey gets that from his father. I can get you some ear plugs. Nothing is wrong with him, he just...well, he just snores." Diana said. Alexa, with her current state, could care less if he was alright. Just make the kid stop snoring!

Alexa and Diana had a comfortable breakfast, sans Alexa needing a cushion for her bottom. The kitchen TV was on, meaning Alexa got to get enraptured by the....morning news? Both news anchor's were pretty damn attractive!

"Authorities today are scrambling to make sense of yesterday's disappearance of the Ever Greeting, one of the largest container ships in the world. Reyes, over to you." The news anchor was the type which made you unsure of where to look: her face, her voice, her chest, her hips, her thighs....all of them might suck you in. Stark footage popped up on the screen.

"Thanks Anna. Yesterday, groups which have yet to be named attempted to seize control of the Ever Greeting using several small boats and a lot of firepower. As these modern day pirates attempted their heist, the Ever Greeting also encountered a Category 4 typhoon which is currently ravaging the seas." On screen, you could see what looked to be the ship, with a dark horizon, and a swarm of smaller boats.

"Contact was last had with the ship nearly two days ago, and the transponder has yet to respond to any contact. Casualty figures have, so far, been zero. This looks to potentially be, when you include the cargo onboard, a several million dollar incident which has ramifications to be determined...."

Alexa and Diana looked at one another, not sure how to take the crazy news. How are you ever supposed to take such news?

As if on queue from the cruel universe, Alexa felt her phone vibrate, indicating an e-mail came in. Reading it while chewing on her lip, she couldn't stop herself from screaming.

"ALL MY STUFF WAS ON THE SHIP THAT JUST DISAPPEARED!?"

Alexa tried her best to decompress after that. Her morning routine stayed the same, but with Diana helping her get everything down from the clothesline. Diana helped her do a lot of things actually, doting on her so much it almost made her uncomfortable. Had Carol skinned Diana and replaced her? Alexa decided she wasn't really going to question it as Diana made her some delicious coffee while she worked.

Yesterday was a caged memory that Alexa nor Diana wanted to think on.

Work was nothing special, beyond a few messages asking Alexa if she was alright (she had been gone for a few hours yesterday), and a knock from Diana, who told her she had a lunch dentist appointment. The last dentist appoint she had, she'd been stuck with these damn braces! Rainbow braces. This one, she was hopeful, would be better.

It was much better. Much, much better. For one, she had Diana there with her, helping with all the insurance, especially emphasizing that she was not a child nor did she need a pediatric dentist. They sort of listened. Back on the dentists chair, looking to get her two front teeth capped, Alexa felt at relative ease.

"Good job sweetie. Now mom, we just have to give her a localized anaesthetic." The doctor said. The needle was terrifying, and after a few minutes, Alexa had the realization - the medicine wasn't working on her. In fact, the area hurt like hell!

"I'm not her mother, she is a grown woman." Diana said after looking up from her phone.

"Ish myh moutfh supposeth tew feal the same?" Alexa asked, the doctors fingers in her mouth.

"Well, maybe you're one of the rare few that is resistant to our anesthetic. No worries, we'll just give her a general anaesthetic mom!" The dentist said, swinging around in his chair. That definitely worked, and Alexa felt the room spin a bit, before...itchy throat...then....nothing.

Then she was back. Alexa's whole face felt a bit itchy, and so too did her front teeth, but she could see her reflection. Nice, she had normal looking front teeth! Although her cheeks did look a bit swollen.

"Diana?" Alexa asked the room, her vocal cords straining a bit as she looked around. Diana looked up, just as surprised as Alexa, who covered her mouth.

Her voice was high-pitched. High, high, high pitched. Not a chipmunk, but probably closer to one than anyone would be comfortable with. You'd have thought she was playing pretend, if she wasn't testing it herself, trying as hard as she might to lower the pitch of her voice.

"My voice is...very...uhHM?" Alexa said as Diana stood up, fetching both a nurse and doctor. Neither seemed too plussed by it.

"Eh, it'll wear off in a few hours, maybe a day or two max. She probably has a minor reaction to the stuff. Nothing to be concerned about." The uncaring nurse said, moving on to her next area.

"Besides, she will make a heck of a soubrette if she keeps that and goes into theatre." The Dentist tried to joke.

"I don't find it funny. We'll be back if it doesn't improve." Diana said, yanking Alexa up, who probably was still a bit high and feeling her braces, alongside testing her now squeaky voice.

"Can we stop for foooooooood? Burger!" Alexa whined, kicking her feet in the crowded backseat of Diana's car. Joan and Jodie noticed her voice, but saw their mom shoot daggers. Even a kid could sense not to make a comment or question it.

"Yes Alexa. Are you feeling alright?" Diana made all the kids in the car happy with the affirmation. Alexa nodded once she had her burger in hand, squirming and kicking in the backseat as she enjoyed the meal. She enjoyed the meal too much, in fact. A distinct...odor came in the car, with Jodie looking at Joan with crossed eyes.

"Mommmm, Joan had an accident!" Joan ratted her out, but the smell probably beat her to the bunch.

"Huh, no I didn't you idiot!" Joan said, ignoring the fact that Alexa was between them, and shoving each other. It ended once Alexa was covered with the burger she had wanted to enjoy, and Joan and Jodie were pulled out of the car and inside by their ears.

Diana, having tried her best not to have the kids and Alexa engage on the fact that she was still in diapers, struggled a bit. As if the **** knew the best time to leave her system, Alexa was also now fully awake and sobered up. A bit too sobered up, meaning she was fully aware of the mess in her diaper.

TWO - that's the number Alexa had the pleasure to see on the front of her diaper now. If it was any consolation, she would get to spend her Friday doing something she actually wanted, which was attending class. Diana would drop her off on the way to the hospital.

Win win.

Well, it was a win win, until Alexa had to deal with Diana coming in with her "smart ideas", and "planning", and "figuring out Alexa's clothes situation".

"You can't just wear the same three outfits for the rest of time. While we wait for the ship to...." Diana struggled at being optimistic. "...reappear, let's be smart and use some of Jodie's clothes for you! I always tried to buy matching things for her and Joan, but Jodie never wears them, and Joan wears them only if I ask."

Alexa could see what Diana was getting at. Rather, she could see why a girl wouldn't want to wear the outfits laid out in front of her. A pair of cute white tights, with a age appropriate pink pinafore dress with some plaid patterning on the end, and a big bow on the left hip side; two small bows occupied the chest region, with the sleeves hiding Alexa's elbows. Cute, but not close to what Alexa was wanting to wear to her Master's program. Especially not with how itchy the cotton tights were! No thank you! Picking at the tights, Alexa found her hand lightly removed by Diana, who had finished dressing the woman by the time she was done mentally listing all the reasons she didn't want to wear the outfit.

"Don't pick at the tights, you might cause tear." Diana said.

"They itch like crazy!" Alexa whined, pulling them off. Diana didn't **** her to keep wearing them, which was a blessing. Or a curse, as the day might later show.

Worst of all, Diana up and walked out before Alexa could even respond back.

So that's how Alexa ended up headed to National Business University "matching" with Joan, who seemed happy about the whole situation. Diana, who was on the phone with her husband, pulled up to an entrance of the building Alexa had never used, with Alexa trying to prompt her to keep driving. All she got was a wave to head on out. Diana could see Alexa's diaper clear as day, especially as the girl sat wide legged in her car seat.

"Alexa, we're here." Diana said, going back to chatting with her husband. Fiddling with carseat and backpack, and nearly dropping her glasses, Alexa stumbled out of the car, thanking Diana with a squeak. Sitting in the carseat for long had made Alexa's dress flip up and get tangled with the backpack, meaning as she walked, her bare thighs and a portion of her diaper were visible to everyone but herself.

Diana pulled off, noticing the sign which sat a hop skip and a jump away from where Alexa stood. National Business Universities: Young Adult Academy - Charge Improvement Center. Hm, what a peculiar name.

The part of the school Alexa entered felt different from the college. Dark planks made up the floor, with lighter stones making up the walls; the clicking of shoes somewhere in the distance indicated marble, and the hush serenity of the place made Alexa pause for thought. All this felt so different from her experience on the campus. Altogether, Alexa felt totally out of the place. In her dorky glasses and too short skirt (the diaper was only a wind blow away from an outside world visit), she did not feel at home. Signed pointed her here and there, and she eventually stumbled on what felt to be the right place. The large wooden desk that held an unfriendly looking woman behind it beckoned.

"Are you here for evening classes?" Alexa nodded. "Name? ID Card?" The woman was on the phone, and looked every bit her likely older age. When Alexa gave her full name, the woman nodded and spoke on the phone, hanging up.She flipped her ID back and forth, barely looking at the thing. "Eve, mhm. Don't go biting any apples Eve. Now, why are you out of uniform?"

Uniform? Alexa was out of her depth. And she needed to pee too. "Uniform? Maybe there's been a mistake, I'm here for..."

"Evening classes, I know. Uniforms are in the back, I was just joking with you, obviously you wouldn't have a uniform yet, it's your first day at boarding school." The woman stepped from behind the desk, no taller than Alexa, but with a grip stronger than most men (or that's what it felt like). By shoulder and backpack strap, Alexa found herself taken into an even dusty alcove of the place, where a nicer looking woman sat.

"Eve Johnson." The older woman said, before "gently" putting Alexa into the room, floor to ceiling in uniforms and other apparel. A solid oak door closed behind her.

"Uniforms? You found the right place!" The woman looked down at her clipboard, only slight listening to Alexa.

"There's been a mistake, look, I'm..."

She nodded and pointed at Alexa with the pen, scribbling on the list she had. "You're right. We had you as Eve Jameson, but you're Eve Johnson, right? Computers, right, they get confused over the most minor things!"

Alexa groaned. "No, I'm not supposed to be in here, I'm not in grade...!"

It was a rabbithole that Alexa had fallen down into, and she certainly felt like Alice in wonderland, pardon the reference. Alexa would say something, and the woman would nod, bureaucratically take the information down, and misunderstood her.

She wasn't supposed to be in grade school! Right, her attitude was the reason she had to do gradeschool plus night classes!

She wasn't a child! Right, she was a young adult charge!

She had already graduated and stopped her schooling? Even adults went to school!

She could call Diana and get proof she was an adult? Phones weren't allowed, that was a write-up (and a phone snatched from her hands)!

She needed the bathroom! Well, why was she playing 21 questions then?

So Alexa relented, dropping her backpack if only to allow her to get this charade done so that she could go use the bathroom. If there was any consolation, it was that she and the woman (who only would go by the Uniform Lady) were alone. It made stripping down to her diaper easier to swallow, especially as she started to do a potty dance, which earned only a question from the woman.

"It wasn't on your file that you use diapers - would you say you are incontinent, partially incontinent, slightly incontinent, or are wearing them for some other reason?" Alexa mumbled out no response at all, just letting the woman scribble down a note as she slipped a pleated skirt up Alexa's body. "Right, well if your parents decide to let you board here, we'll have to call just to get that situated. Standard procedure, you know. We'll keep it all close hold."

Another consolation was that, for once in the day, Alexa was wearing some clothes that actually fit her. The pleated skirt was long enough to cover her diaper, a fact Alexa enjoyed, the white blouse, smart tie and sweater-vest which felt quite comfortable on her. It had the school's logo emblazoned on it, and standing in front of the mirror, Alexa couldn't believe herself, dressed as she was. An above the knee pleated skirt, a business-like top-half, and a dorky face. The Mary Janes which came free with the outfit were not appreciated by her.

"Right, so your classroom will be that way."

"Wait, I need my phone back!" Alexa said, having lost both her dignity and phone at this point. The woman opened the wooden door back up.

"We'll get that back to you after evening remedial class, sweetie. Oh, almost forgot this!" The woman said, shoving a cute little notecard in a slot on her backpack to say her name.

"W-wait, I need the ba-..." The woman shut the door, leaving Alexa performing a potty dance, knees knocking and **** to pee. The only way left was forward. Alexa heard a classroom in session, creeping as she was through the hallway, looking for any sign of a bathroom. Spotted!

Just as she was about to reach it, Alexa felt someone grab the back of backpack. "Gotcha! Where do you think you're off to Eve?" An older looking man said, with a meaner looking woman emerge from the classroom.

"I am not named Eve! Well, yes I am, but...." Alexa yelped and squeaked, her backpack being used as her leash to get her to classroom. Her struggles were in total vain, leading only to Alexa having a tougher lead rope

"Okay Eve, enough, just sit in the back and we'll address this after class." The two said, with Alexa finding herself sitting in the back of a packed class, filled to the brim with girls and boys closer to Joan and Jodie's age (maybe even younger) than her, all of whom were attired similar to her, if all a bit more chipper looking. They all gave her a dirty look, as if to say "Why are you drawing attention to yourself?". Alexa sank into her seat, a notebook placed in front of her, as she learned all about an Introduction to Geometry. Advanced stuff for a bunch of 8 year olds.

After all that struggle, Alexa found her bladder was basically begging for a release she had yet to provide it. Thus, all she could do was sink deeper into the seat, and relieve herself while tapping her foot, hopping no one would hear the gradual hissssss as she filled her diaper. The wood in front of her helped, as she grabbed it so tight her knuckles went white. God, the relief felt fucking amaz-....

"Ms Johnson, if you might, please stop..." The teacher's pause killed Alexa. No, no... "...tapping your foot."

No one could tell any difference from Alexa and the rest of the class for the rest of the lecture. Sitting in a piss soaked diaper which kept swelling forward tends to kill your confidence and drive to resist. Especially as you keep peeing in it for the entire lecture, which felt like it was lasting an eternity at this point. Even when they called everyone out to do an evening class photo at the front of the class, Alexa tried her best to hide behind two of the taller girls, before the photographer hummed to himself.

"Hm...we are uneven. You there, glasses, come to the front, squat down next to the other girl." Alexa felt a bunch of eyes turn to her, forcing her forward, and into an uneasy squat. A squat which, with the wide stance, meant Alexa's diaper was more than visible in the resulting photo. Glistening, in fact. Pristine white stained with sickly vibrant yellow. Of course, Alexa would never know. She assumed the diaper was well and truly hidden.

Whomever the older man was stood by the door, waiting for Alexa, or rather 'Eve', to pop out. He look unimpressed, and a bit apologetic.

All of it unraveled nice and easily. Alexa, whom only should have been there for a hour to two at max, had a million missed calls from a worried Diana, who had entered the building looking for her. The real Eve Jameson had tried to register as well, causing a bit of confusion from all involved, especially as her parents came to fetch her. Once Diana ran into that family, and both went to the Dean's office, the situation was solved. Well, solved to some degree.

"We'll sue! I mean, this is beyond ridiculous! It's ****, surely, or at the least hostage taking. You grabbed her, you admitted it yourself." Diana said, her dramatic motherly tone causing Alexa to shriek back a bit. The Dean put his hands up to apologize, while the actual Jameson family got an apology and a goodbye, come back to tomorrow.

Alexa could care less about a lawsuit. She was dressed in an Elementary school's attire, stewing in her own urine, and her voice sounded like a chipmunk. What was she to contribute? Hey Diana, mind changing me?

A voice chirped up. "Well, what if instead of a lawsuit, we all come to an agreement. My name is Doctor Edson Raul, early childhood development psychologist. Your daughter...."

Diana interrupted him. "Not my daughter, a fully grown woman in her own right which you made piss herself so that you could dress her up in a schoolgirl uniform!"

The man continued uninterrupted. "...right, a fully grown woman. She has a valuable perspective to offer the psychological community. I mean, she could integrate seamlessly with a class of 6 to 7 year olds, see what works, what doesn't. That's an experiment worth testing, is it not?"

Diana and the man went back and forth. What was in it for Alexa? A nice stipend from a wealthy university, that's what. When the numbers came out, and Alexa heard something with four to five digits as a "total compensation package", even she was on the edge of her wooden seat. She'd be called a research assistant, only have to attend once a week, she'd just have to be a fly on the wall, all sorts of that stuff. Even Diana was swayed. Seeing as Alexa did have the university over the barrel, it was enticing. Work once to twice a week in the evening for a years salary, just for fall and spring semester?

Alexa's stomach was burning. She needed the bathroom. "Uh-uhm, could we think on it, and give you an answer tomorrow?" She had to get out of here, lest she poop herself. Diana could see it herself.

The car was five steps away when Alexa gave up, Diana pulling her the whole way, trying to whisper things so that she would make it. It was lucky for both of them that the kids were with their father, meaning the only spectator that got to witness Alexa grunt and blush red was Diana, who witnessed Alexa fill her diaper so fully that it almost reached down to her skirt. Almost being the key word.

Alexa blushed a bit as Diana pulled into a nice, hidden part of the parking lot to change her. The only commentary between the both of them was Diana handing Alexa her iPad, with Alexa hopping up into the trunk to get changed without much complaint. Alexa and Diana chatted a bit on the drive home, but both seemed tired; Diana just wanted to go back to see her husband. Alexa scurried upstairs, eager to spend her Friday playing some games and not thinking about the past few days.

Of course, that usual urge that might come to anyone when they were alone, and online, and hadn't played with themselves in such a long time began to come to Alexa... Snaking her hand down her joggers, and then into the diaper, she found herself trying to dodge whatever filter Diana had put on the Internet. With some skill, she found a few shady websites, meaning she was able to start playing with herse-....

Her door opened. Hadn't she locked it? Diana took in the sight of Alexa struggle to rip her hands out from her pants and away from her chest like a convict. You couldn't be mad at a girl like that. But you could monitor what she was looking at with some keyword searches.

"Alexa, we agreed on some certain rules. I had thought we were clear on this." Diana said, shutting the door.

Alexa was blushing bright red. Her voice was the highest it had been all day. "Y-you were. Uhm, I was just checking myself?" Remembering the cause of her previous spanking, she corrected herself. "No wait, that was a lie. I was playing with myself. I was horny."

"Well then why don't you go meet some boys your age? That seems like an actual fix, not looking at..." Diana came behind Alexa on the screen, seeing porn actors and actresses. "...that stuff. Bad for the brain, like my mother used to say."

"Uh-uhm, right. Maybe I should go on a date or something. I kind of just feel really unattractive wearing diapers, having rainbow braces, a busted tooth, thick glasses, the whole nine yards." Alexa's honesty was that of a woman who had not much left to lose. How much lower can you go than being caught with your hands in your pants, trying to circumvent some website blockers?

Diana tried her best to be sympathetic, rubbing Alexa's shoulder. "Listen, attractiveness is about whats on the inside. I mean, if you can't find a man who likes you for you, why would you date him? You should be open and honest with these guys. If they can't take it, leave them. You're a smart young lady who has a knack for being unlucky, but you also have a capability I've rarely ever seen in someone - you get hit, and then you get back up. I mean two hours ago you were peeing yourself dressed up as a schoolgirl! Just yesterday, you saved my husbands life. I may not be a bleeding heart like Carol, but I really do care about you by this point. I hope you know that."

Alexa was a bit shocked, sitting on the edge of her not-a-crib, having such a conversation with Diana. "Really? W-wow, I didn't realize you felt that well. That definitely makes me feel better. I uhm, you know, after our first meeting, thought you disliked me. I wasn't sure."

Diana laughed. "Alexa, you've saved two kids and my husband. Even if I didn't want to like you, I think I'd have to! I really am, since we are being open, sorry about the spanking. I...it was..."

Alexa put her hand on Diana's shoulder this time, and even leaned her head against it. "It's alright. I don't know what wanting kids is like, but I assume wanting one, and being told your body is interfering is one of the worst things in the world. Besides, I guess I was a brat for letting your kids run wild."

Alexa said it with a self-effacing smirk.

"Well, I appreciate your understanding, even if it still makes me feel horrible. I didn't tell my kids I spanked you, I told them that you were playing pretend so they knew what was coming. I am...uncertain that they bought it, but I imagine that will make them feel a bit better for you." Diana said.

"Thank you." Alexa said. Diana paused for a second, as if wanting to open up a bit more, prompting Alexa to speak up. "Are you alright?"

It made Diana rush back into her shell, with her diverting the topic. "Let's get you a date this weekend. Now, are you ready for bed?"

Alexa was, in fact ready for bed. After a few nights of falling asleep so early, 1000 pm felt positively late. A glass of warm milk, a change into her night time diaper, her cap on, a cute little giraffe onesie ("Jodie hates this one!"), and a gift from Diana...?

"I know you like your games, and you like Joan's kitten headphones. These have that really nice noise canceling to help you not hear Davey's snoring. A minor gift." They were a pink, adorable little set with two bow attachments on the side and prominent cat ears, with some LEDs in the ear which you could change with a nifty app on your phone. When Alexa put them on, they were the height of comfort and truly were "noise-canceling".

"And a final thing..." Alexa noticed Diana lay out what looked like a pad on the not-a-crib bed. It looked like a white sheet with some padding. "Carol told me you've gotten onto the plastic sheet before. Just so that doesn't happen, a bit of insurance."

Alexa was too tired to argue or debate with her. She put her headphones on, let Diana strap her into the mittens and booties, and even let Diana give her a peck on the forehead before locking the crib.

Diana discreetly shut the door, looking at her watch. 28 minutes to get the girl asleep. A record. She checked the baby monitor, then slept herself, witnessing Alexa sprawl out and get what seemed to be her first good nights sleep in awhile.