Instant Karma

***

She just had to open her big fat mouth, didn't she. Diana had picked up Alexa from work, the car full of children already, the only empty spot being Alexa's carseat. It looked new, and indeed it was. Seemingly Diana had done what she told her husband to do, buying a quad-buckle carseat. One buckle wrapped up from Alexa's crotch to her belly button, splitting off in a Y, with an additional waist strap wrapping tightly around her; a full frontal section covered from her neck down to her waist, with the last buckle being at the top of the thing, meaning Alexa couldn't fall forward. Some cushiony material kept her legs spread open. Thankfully, she didn't have a dress.

"Mom! I do not want a car seat anymore! Dad told me I'm tall enough that I don't need one." Jodie said, having witnessed Alexa's strapping in.

"Well sweetie, that's true, but..."

"No! I don't wanna either." Joan said as well, both girl's looking at Alexa and seemingly jumping ship.

Diana rubbed her temple. Discretion is the better part of valor. She already was about to ask a lot of Alexa. Both girls were, technically, half an inch taller than Alexa, which meant....

Alexa was now sitting in her car seat solo in the car on the way to wherever the family was headed. She tried not to blush at that fact, but Joan and Jodie were nice about it, not teasing the woman, instead watching a showing with her. They were both such sweet kids.

Well, sweet to her. Everyone was going to a bridal shop to buy suitable outfits for Carol's weddings. For most of the kids, it was either a suit or a dress; for Alexa it was a bridesmaids dress. For either Joan or Jodie, it'd be a flower girl dress. Cute and white, fluffed at the hip with some nice petticoats, it was quite adorable. Joan and Jodie had flipped a coin, with Jodie being the ultimate loser, and she proceeded to throw the ultimate tantrum.

Diana rubbed her temple again. She could not take Jodie over her knee in public like this.

Alexa meanwhile was having the time of her life. She felt beautiful in the green bridesmaid dress Carol had recommended for her. Some nice heels gave her an inch or two, and in the mirror, the dress made her feel positively lovely. Diana's husband looked dashing in his tuxedo. Honestly, Alexa wished she could teleport and immediately go to the wedding vs waiting.

Diana's crows feet felt like they were growing by the minute. Jodie was having a tantrum about wearing the flower girl attire, tears streaking, the attendants all fetching her napkins to wipe the tears away. More than that, Joan was sort of egging her on, since she didn't have to wear the comparatively girly dress, instead getting a smart looking young girls outfit. Damnit, Diana swore, if only she had a third girl that was roughly Joan or Jodie's size.

Oh wait. Alexa, spinning around in her bridesmaid dress, looking like she had no problems with the world, represented a clear path. Get the dress sized to her, then have Joan wear that dress after some coaxing. Perfect.

Punish Joan, too.

Alexa smiled as Diana walked up. "Isn't this dress so beautiful, Diana? Gosh, I love the color." Alexa's smile gleamed in the sunlight and her glasses made her look quite disarming. Time to turn up the charm, Diana said, cooing over the wonderful dress before cashing in her favor with Alexa.

"Alexa. Joan and Jodie are being, for lack of a better term, total brats." Diana said as she stared at both girls, who were trying on outfits and showing them off to their father, who was none the wiser. "Jodie won't try on her flower girl outfit. You're about to hate what I ask you, but can you PLEASE try on the outfit, get it fitted to your size, just to make sure it looks good on Jodie. You and Jodie are probably about a similar size. She's had a minor growth spurt since you first saw her."

Alexa stared at Diana, for the briefest second, not seeing the woman's real father, rather seeing the terror in eyes when Alexa had freed her from the back of that car. Her traumatic moment fading, Alexa nodded. "Y-yes, of course Diana. Let's try the dress on and get it fitted up."

Diana stared at Alexa quizzically. Why had Alexa looked so scared for a second? "Right, perfecto!" Diana called the attendants over, getting Alexa into a side room with an attendant who stripped her with a surprising efficiency.

"Arms up, sweetie. Now mom, are we worried at all if she can't wear a diaper with this pretty dress?" The attendant seemed a bit concerned by Diana's pissed look.

"She is not a child, don't talk to her like that. And yes, she has to wear diapers with the dress, at least with the fitting." Diana said, helping Alexa pull on the tight white camisole.

"Understood." The attendant didn't ask questions anymore. Handing Alexa some a well-structured petticoat, she helped the girl with it, the pure white crinoline puffing out more horizontally and stopping around Alexa's knees. When the dress came on over Alexa's head, the first thing she noticed was that the thing was tight. Like, a few inches too tight, in all honesty. That, and the thing was a bit too long, curving weirdly due to this length. Besides for that, it was a beautiful dress, matching what Alexa imagined Carol's would be in how pretty it was. Awash with bone white, it puffed out around the shoulders, tightening up around the chest (a big music note pin was added due to Carol's request, due to her name), while it was a frilly affair below all that. A gigantic white bow framed the back, creating a slight hip impression, along with a green and pink cord; the frill on the bottom of the skirt was green and pink, per Carol's request.

What tied it together were the sparkly white tights with cute little alternating color clogs, along with a test basket for Alexa to pose with. It was empty, for now.

"God, that is one beautiful dress. I love the color scheme, it reminds me of rebirth with Easter." Diana said, lifting up the end of the dress. "It's tight and too long, however. Can we get it refitted? Alexa, you're a trooper for doing this, I owe you big time!"

"Yes, we can, but if the actual wearer isn't wearing diapers, it might look a bit od-..." The attendant was cut off.

"I know how dresses work. Jodie will be fine, she is a big girl and shouldn't grow for the next four or five days." Diana said. "Alexa, mind doing some modeling work so I can show Carol her idea came out well?"

Alexa spun around in the mirror, feeling oddly at peace with wearing this dress. It wasn't right, per say, but it felt like she was helping Diana so she smiled and nodded, spinning and flipping the dress up. Diana called Carol, who answered on the first ring, seeing Alexa from behind. Deciding to pull a bit of a prank, Alexa hid her face, allowing Carol to speak.

"Wonderful! Oh my, I love it. Jodie is the flower girl? Goodness, she looks so adorable in it, and it gets after every theme I wanted to with the colors." Carol said. "Jodie you look so amazing sweetie!"

Alexa decided to spring her trap, revealing her face. "It's me!! Heh, you're blind Carol!" Alexa jumped towards the camera, causing Carol's usual giggle to come forward.

"Alexa! You minx! Diana, give her a spank or two for me for tricking an old lady like that." Carol said, as all three women chatted up about planning details.

As it all went down, Alexa was so happy, even if it wasn't in the dress she would eventually be wearing. Still, her tummy was rumbling, and she did need the bathroom. Diana had split attention now. On one hand, she was talking to Carol; on the other, she was trying to help her husband cajol one of boys out of their tuxedos. Then, she was assuring her husband that he looked wonderful in the tuxedo (which made him come into the already small dressing room to use the mirror). That second effort was a bit less successful. The third kept her occupied. So when Alexa was tugging on the hem of her dress, Diana couldn't really pay her any mind, not till the attendant in the room (who was being paid regardless of what happened), spoke up.

"Mom, I think she needs the potty..." Diana heard that word and turned, but it was too late.

Alexa was squatting in the corner, looking horribly embarrassed, as Carol, Diana and her Husband watched the future bridesmaid at the wedding absolutely fill her diaper to the brim. None of the outfit helped either, as Alexa, afraid any mess (none would come out of the thick diaper) would get on the dress, pulled up the dress. Meaning Diana, who had flipped the phone to show Carol, got to witness the diaper sink deeper as it filled and expanded, constrained only by the tights.

"S-sorry..." Alexa squeaked out, her accident filling the room with embarrassment and a distinct odor. Everyone sort of looked at each other not sure what to do, before tears began to well in Alexa's eyes. "I-I really TRIED to ho..hold it..." The tears began to pour out, which prompted Diana to hang up on Carol and tightly squeeze Alexa in a hug. She looked at her husband.

"Go to my car, and get Alexa's diaper bag. It'll be in the boot." Diana said, her husband scurrying off as Alexa had the adult equivalent of a meltdown.

Alexa couldn't help but just let the tears fall on the dress. Here she was, all sexy in a bridesmaid outfit, and then she'd put on a flower girls outfit as a favor for a friend. So how in the world did that end with her filling a diaper to the brim in front of three other adults! Four, if you counted the attendant. Now, she'd be marching around in front of the family in diapers! As those thoughts swirled, Alexa too thought about that horrible night, and for some reason, had a reliving of that too.

Diana's husband returned post-haste. The kids were none the wiser. He let himself into the small room, kicking the attendant out.

Alexa was bumbling out nonsensical words. Filling the air with them, in fact, while tears made the room almost tasty salty. Diana had never seen Alexa breakdown so completely like this. Attempt to sooth her were unsuccessful. The married couple formed a great tag team, lifting up Alexa's legs and dress while cleaning her. Diana's husband looked at her quizzically. She looked beautiful, dressed as a bridesmaid, accentuating her features, but Diana could look like an ice queen at times.

"Alexa wears diapers? I never knew that." He questioned, causing Diana to throw him a scowl.

"Yes. Here, wipe her down for a second, I need to make sure the kids aren't being bad." Diana stormed off, handing the man a wet wipe.

Ending up with your legs spread and having your waste cleaned off you intimate parts by another person was never an exciting experience - least of all when it was by your friends attractive husband. Especially least of all when he looked incredibly uncomfortable with the fact, but continued anyway for you. Even worse when he tried to talk to you throughout the encounter. Worst of all, he...

Alexa counted her blessings and tried her best to be positive. "Yes, I'm really excited to go to Carol's wedding."

"Same here! Oops, lift your legs just a little bit. Scoot your butt too. Wow, you know, I never figured you wore diapers. I guess that makes a lot more sense now..." The hunky himbo said with no satire in his voice. "Well, you're the easiest change I've ever had to do. Certainly listen better then the kids!"

If it was supposed to make Alexa feel better, it did not. Diana returned and helped finish the change. She kicked her husband out after he had already wiped Alexa's pussy and ass, making him leave feel very irrelevant to the woman. The fitting then proceeded as normal, and Diana didn't even mention Alexa's slight meltdown. Some pictures were taken, measurements fixed, and then it was all over. Outside, a fall chill had set in, icing some of the walkways and pathways in the worst type of element - thin enough ice to make you confident, but wet and slippery enough to make you taste your own teeth. Alexa, back in her normal clothes, helped the kids into the car, before briefly remembering she had left her work backpack in the bridal shop. Running back in, she avoided any accident, grabbed the bag, and then waved down Diana, who looked impatient.

In the process, she ended up stepping right into a patch of ice, slipping, throwing her foot forward, and having the soft spot of her head get comfortable with the hard concrete of the ground. Her spine looked like it collided right with it too. Diana rushed out of her car, not needing to help the dazed Alexa up, but still checking on her. She seemed fine, if a bit quiet. She had bit her tongue, swelling to poor thing up

"Perhaps I sound a bit like you now, but that fall killed my back." Alexa said with some pain in her voice as she sat on the edge of her not-a-crib, rubbing it in pain while Diana gave her a heating pad and some medicine. Her smile was weak. She'd weakly limped up from the car once Diana had freed her from the incredibly restrictive car seat. She'd stripped out of her clothes and sat in solely a camisole and diaper.

"Would you like to go to the doctor? That was a heck of a tumble, Alexa." Diana asked, not able to stop Pearl from sneaking into the bedroom. Or was it a crib-room? Or a nursery? Diana wasn't sure the best word to use for it. Diana shut the door to leave the two of them alone. Alexa was a sweetheart for helping Pearl in such a way.

Alexa had to put in an end to this whole helping Pearl thing. She was happy to help the first time, but it was absurd for the woman to expect that Alexa was going to have two breastfeeding sessions with her daily till her condition got better. Honestly - she was happy to say as much, her back hurting enough to drive her to anger.

"Pearl, I canmmfffffffffffppp...mmmm....fffff......" Alexa's protests were snuffed out quite literally by a pound of boob flesh squeezing right into her mouth. Much how water filled every crevice of a vase allowed to trickle in, Pearl's chest sucked out all the space in Alexa's throat and replaced it with a jiggling, veiny boob.

Which, Alexa would add later, did make milk that was rather delicious.

"Alexa, sorry, I don't mean to rush you. Date night with the hubby. We have a babysitter and everything ready. You all just had to have a dress try-on and ruin our plans!" Pearl said it with a giggle befitting a younger, more lithe woman, but Alexa nodded anyway. Dressed in fine clothing, with a satin dress, pearls, and even some black gloves on her outfit (matching the tight hosiery she had one), Pearl did look ready for a nice date night. "Anyway, did you see the additions to your room?"

Alexa's eyes flicked around the room. Her pain had dulled her to the fact that, oh yeah, her room had some empty space filled and occupied space shifted around. Where some empty totes had once been had been replaced with stacks of clothes, up to the rather high ceiling. Pearl shrugged at that.

"I dunno where those came from, more clothes? I still am sorting through old ones for you. Ooooo, speed up a bit dear, that tempo is pretty slow." Pearl said, using her free hand to lightly direct Alexa's head. For one, there was a large, blatant diaper pail standing on four legs, with the advertising still on the side. SMART LID, AUTOMATIC DISPOSAL HELP, EASY USE!

All of them made Alexa blush just a bit, before her eyes flashed to the thing next to it.

A full-sized freaking changing table! As in, taking up probably an eighth to a quarter of the room, there was a changing table which had small steps to climb up, space below for changing supplies, with some pink diapers already filling said space, and then a big changing pad covered in unicorns. Alexa's eyes bulged at it a bit. How the hell did Pearl have a changing table which would fit her? Well Alexa wasn't a giant, Pearl's kids had to be in the 99th percentile of height or something...

"Don't worry! We washed it before giving it to you, sweetie. Least we all could do for you fixing my rather BIG..." Pearl bounced her boobs. "...issue." Alexa had a split second to respond when they switched boobs.

"I don't need a chang-.....mffffffppppp......" Alexa said, getting her mandated three words in before losing the battle to boobs.

Pearl turned her head a bit and then felt Alexa's padding. "You're right, I think you're good on a change for now sweetie." When your hand was on the person you were breastfeeding's diaper, it was hard not to sound demeaning. Alexa sulked for a second, while Pearl let loose a sigh of relief as she felt herself emptying out.

"Best of all? We even had a spare fridge we could get you! I have a surprise in there for you." Pearl said, turning Alexa's head to her desk, which had one of those mini-fridges which had grown in popularity in the past few years. It might fit just a few cans of soda in it, but Alexa tried to look on the bright side of it all. At least she had a fridge in her room now?

Thankfully it all was over much quicker than any previous time. Alexa was still bubbly, sleepy (the heating pad didn't help) and dazed, but Pearl was all too thankful.

"Gwash, you're the sweetest. Thank you sooooo much, hubbie is going to love a dedicated..." She winked. "Date night! See you tomorrow~!"

The fridge had two bottles of milk in it. Not real bottles, the type you buy at the store and can use for a few days, but actual, genuine baby bottles of milk in it. A note from Pearl explained that she had finally had a success at using a pump now that Alexa had "primed" it, so to speak, even if it was only two bottles worth.

"That's sweet, she made a bottle for you." Diana said as Alexa jumped up and peed herself, just a bit. She shut the fridge door.

"You scared the daylights out of me. Ughh...I'm not sure how long I can be that woman's personal breast pump." Alexa said, rubbing her stomach. Both she and Diana acted as if that was the most normal interaction ever. Alexa spun around. "And this? I-....Diana, I don't need a changing table and a diaper pail? I mean, I know I NEED diapers, but like this feels more like a punishment than anything. What did I do wrong to deserve such...babyish things in my room?"

Alexa looked at Diana, actually a bit hurt. For Alexa, life had been a constant torrent of dealing with unfiltered, raw universal energy which wanted to expose her diapers, wanted to mock her for them, wanted to show the world her diapers and rub her face in it. Diana might not have read all those emotions from Alexa's face, but she could see some of them in her eyes. That's why her only response was to just hug Alexa.

"Alexa - I never meant them as a punishment. Honestly, Pearl was trying her nicest to deal with your condition." Condition. A nice, neutral term, Diana thought. "I'm sorry if it came across that way. I'm sorry about earlier too, I should have had James take you to the potty. I realize that probably was really embarrassing."

Alexa nodded into Diana's embrace. "It was really embarrassing...I'm sorry, I over-reacted then and now too. I just really am sensitive about anything babyish. People used to make so much fun of me for even using diapers."

Diana patted Alexa's diapered bottom. "Used to, key word." She let that hang in the air. "Alexa, there's no need to be sensitive about this stuff. I promise you, if I had a master plan to embarrass you for your diapers, it probably would have happened after the first or second change. I just figured you'd rather have a nice spot for your changes than the floor. Plus, I'd rather stop wasting trash bags each time you decide to use the bathroom."

Alexa looked at Diana with a serious face. "I really appreciate you saying all that. It's just when you have a friend's husband changing you and talking to you like you're a child, it's a bit...demeaning."

Diana scoffed. "Why?"

"Why what? I mean, come on, you're telling me you wouldn't feel something about having another adult clean your private parts like that?" Alexa said, as if Diana was an alien.

"Well, yeah, anyone who's not crazy would. But Alexa, I think what you have to get is that James and I have changed hundreds of diapers at this point. Probably thousands after we met you." Diana's humor wasn't timed well. "Ahm, you get my point. Honestly, at some point, you really aren't focused on what you're doing. You just do it. Can I be brutally honest with you?"

"Yes, but one second. That makes me feel better. It's just embarrassing. Having your private parts exposed like that." Alexa said, sitting down on her crib. It was the first time she had ever mentally called it her own crib, not catching herself.

"Brutal honesty time Alexa: Neither of us think about you in a sexual manner. You are family at this point. Genuinely. As in, family to the point where I'd hope you'd trust me to change some diapers. I mean, if my kids needed it, then I don't mind doing it for you. You've done more for me than some of my own aunts or even one of my sisters. I wish you'd trust James and I that we aren't out here conspiring against you." Diana said, looking a bit hurt.

Alexa nodded, swinging her feet. "Alright. I get it. Just - I remember when you first met me and thought I was a pervert or something...."

Diana chuckled. "Well, I didn't have all the facts, that's for sure. You and I keep having these conversations. Listen Alexa, I'm here for you, and I'll keep saying it. I promise you that your dirty diapers aren't worth making fun of you for. On that note, can I change you? I'm kind of tired. I guess I could call James in here to do your changes, when we had our other kids he'd do the evening changes."

Alexa nodded. "Woah woah woah, that's not necessary! Yes, you can change me." She paused, not too sure where to go from there.

Diana was, however, sure. Alexa felt her reach for her armpits, which prompted her to jump down from the not-a-crib, walking towards the changing table. She looked back at Diana. "I can walk over myself..."

Diana smirked. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend your sensibilities, miss please change my diaper." Alexa rolled her eyes back, grabbing her ankles while the woman wiped her clean; it was delightful, especially since the plastic mat she was on had a thick layer of cotton or some material which made laying there pretty comfortable.

Alexa's stomach grumbled while Diana was putting her night-time cloth diaper on her, sliding in an insert or two into her outfit; from one of the boxes, the woman pulled a bright blue one with a lightning bolt looking piece on the hood of the rather scratchy outfit. It fit Alexa very snug, and the buttons groaned a bit. It was from a game, but Alexa couldn't place it. When Diana realized she forgot a cover, she pulled one on that was covered in cute cartoon stars. When Diana beckoned Alexa downstairs for a heated up dinner, Alexa scrambled to find some pants to cover the onesie, since the diaper was very evidently out and about even under two layers.

"Ooops. Almost forgot that you have this now!" Diana said with a big smile, tossing the used diaper into the electronic pail.

Diana had one big thing going for her, she knew how to cook. Even after that rich breast milk, Alexa showed down on the bountiful pasta night the family had had; looking up from the pasta, she played on her phone, receiving messages from, funnily enough....both interns she had been talking to. It just hit Alexa that she had kissed two interns, the only difference between the two being their gender.

Roy: Hey, still thinking about that kiss in the park :P

Trisha: You awake? Still thinking about tomorrow ;). What do you think about my outfit?

Roy had attached a moreso teasing of a photo which showed his tight, skinny but muscular physique; Trisha had attached a photo that rid itself of pretending it was non-sexual, her tight dress pulled down with her chest only hidden by her long hair. Alexa felt herself blushing, staring at the photo with pasta in her mouth, before her phone's screen blurred and locked itself.

LEWD CONTENT DETECTED. RULE CAUGHT WITH: FLESH. DELETING PHOTOGRAPH 1.....

LEWD CONTENT DETECTED. RULE CAUGHT WITH: FLESH. DELETING PHOTOGRAPH 2.....

What the fuck?

NOTIFYING PARENT OF LEWD PHOTOGRAPHY. FLAGGING FURTHER MESSAGES FROM CONTACTS: Roy, Trisha

Alexa wasn't sure if this was a prank, before looking at her messages and realizing that both photos had been wiped from her texting history, leaving nothing. Diana's phone chimed, close enough to Alexa's field of view to let her peek at it while Diana smiled, turning her phone to show Alexa the two images the software had just captured.

"Are you really looking at porn at the dinner table?" Diana questioned.

"P-porn? My friends sent me that!" Alexa squeezed her thighs together, annoyed and angry. "Undo that feature, whatever that was!"

Diana scratched her head a bit. "Sorry, I'm not sure how....Just kidding, let me see if I can figure this out. Do you mind putting the dishes away while I do that?"

The dishes were completed, everything put away, and Alexa was too tuckered out to even figure out a solution for Diana. Back in her crib, having promised Diana she could put herself to bed, Alexa played on her phone, her hand gradually teasing her own nipples, then sliding down to rub against her diaper. Fuck. Alexa was horny...again. That brief glimpse of a photo had made her feel...something.

Frustratingly though, her mind was too tired to give much inspiration. And anytime Alexa tried searching something, she'd get some bullshit error code or WEBSITE BLOCKED web response. Frustrated and horny, Alexa threw her phone to the side, pulled her headphones on, and slipped her mouth guard on. The eye mask came on last. Sleep came quicker than she meant it to.

***

A big, cream-filled donut that Alexa was sure had more calories in it than she should have in a day. If she was being dramatic, that is. That's what Trisha put on her office desk as Alexa chewed her mouth guard. Forgetting to take it out, Alexa looked at the woman, puzzled.

"Fow me?" Alexa blushed, then popped out the mouth guard. Damnit, that was the first time she'd been caught.

"Uh, yes! I figured I'd thank you for the help with the box a few days ago. How's work?" Trisha asked, chewing on her own sweet treat while watching Alexa carefully eat her own.

"Sorry. Some pastries, it's a bit hard with braces." Alexa said, not wanting the girl to take it the wrong way.

Trisha shrugged. "Don't have to apologize for something you have to wear. Besides, they look cute on you. I'm not complaining."

Alexa looked at the clock. A few hours before lunch. She guessed she could relax a bit and have a conversation. Sinking into her yoga ball seat, Alexa yelped when her back had a sharp, shooting pain travel down her entire spinal column, resting in her tailbone.

Trisha's one eyebrow was raised. "You alright?"

Alexa shook her head. "My back, I slipped on some ice earlier this week."

"I hope you went to the Doctor?"

Alexa shook her head, and changed subjects quickly. She didn't need more people giving her more advice on what to do.

"About clubbing - I'll need to take a raincheck for Friday." Alexa said, licking some cream which had got on her cheeks.

Trisha gave her a look which burned a bit. "Hmmmm...have another date? You know, I'm not one for rain checks."

Yeah, Alexa mused to herself, a date with a hard wooden seat while she learned stuff she knew ten years ago. Ugh. She couldn't do Fridays again at the school.

"N-no. I'm doing my Masters right now. I have a class that evening. What about Saturday?" Alexa posed, hoping to kick the can down the road just a bit.

"Pixie. I can wait. Unless you have a midnight class, I imagine you'll be done with your school before I even start getting ready. That is, unless you also have an early bed-time." Trisha said with a saucy, naughty cadence; after that, she left the box of donuts and left Alexa by herself.

***

"Misses Johnson, is it? I hope this isn't how your company treats all their clients." The man looked hollow, sitting there, fat and more wealthy than Alexa might ever know.

Around him sat different representatives of the local community, at least it's businesses. As a part to get itself good PR, the company had tried to integrate it's operations with the local community, stirring up a hornet's nest as both the least profitable and richest businesses asked to be included, if only to have their name on the list. Really, the effort fell into Alexa's lap as an offer for her to just sit in as someone along the wall, listening and taking notes.

Except she was the only one who showed up to the meeting! Well, a bunch of low-level people and interns sat in the back, but Alexa had been the one doofus to sit at the main table, meaning they looked to her to explain work for two companies she technically didn't even work for.

Shit.

Worst of all, she was desperately in need of a change. Maybe **** was an exaggeration, but Alexa knew what her stomach rumbling meant.

"W-well, seeing as no one from either company is here, I can begin. I'd like to introduce myself..." She said, ambling her way to the front and working off no prepared notes.

Fate gave her a shot at success. It asked her for a karmic trade, however. Her presentation, thrown together and slapstick at times, was rather successful, to the point the business leaders all got up 15 minutes in feeling quite good about themselves, and inviting Alexa out for drinks. Alexa did fill her diaper in those 15 minutes, though. The mess sat in her diaper, taunting her, especially once she sat down at the table for a brief second.

"Listen, I know perhaps I was less than impressed by your companies greeting style. But god damnit, you can sell yourself well on your feet." The older man said, slapping the table. Everyone nodded. Alexa looked around the room. They all looked satisfied. Had her faux confidence gotten her that far? "But I've been waiting for 30 minutes, and I don't miss my lunch-time beer. Who wants to take this downstairs?"

So Alexa ended up in a messy diaper, surrounded by the men and women who ran the businesses in the local community, drinking and talking. As she was the only one able to engage, she had precisely zero chance to sneak off to even see how bad her diaper was. Thankfully, she could sneak glances in the mirror. Nothing evident in her business attire.

1 beer here, a shot as thanks for having a good presentation, another beer chugged with some car wash owner, a shot downed with a daycare owner, and then....

Alexa was drunk in the middle of the day. Drunk and ready to piss herself.

The group took a photo of the engagement, Alexa smiling and in the center, throwing up a peace sign. While peeing herself. While her hands were on her knees, and her teeth bit into her lip. Ugh. Her soggy diaper felt horrible by this point, sagging and wrapped around her, warming her in a bar that had AC which seemed to never worked and airflow that just wasn-...

"Misses Johnson, quite a lovely presentation." A man who looked more academic than business oriented said, sliding next to her on a barstool. Alexa ignored the cooling urine and mess in her pants and sat on the stool next to him.

The man spoke candidly.

"You're wearing my competitors attire. I don't fault you for it." He sipped his drink, giving Alexa a second to ponder his statement. She looked down at her suit jacket, opening it and then staring at her blouse.

He laughed. His voice was lost against the hum of the afternoon, trickling only into Alexa's ears. "Not the outfit. I am being rather obtuse, am I not? Your diaper, it's from an overseas competitor. I know my stuff."

Alexa wasn't sure how to speak to the man on that. What was she supposed to say. Confirm his opinion? That was the worst option. "I'm not sure how you exactly came to that opini-..."

"The diaper's waistband is slightly peaking out, and the one's you are wearing aren't designed for discreetness. If I had to guess, they are designed for a younger woman, meaning they have less capacity, meaning you likely need a cha-..."

Alexa cut him off. "W-what do you want? Stop talking about my, uhm, choice of undergarments." She gave the appearance of being about to leave.

"I apologize, it did quite sound like I was blackmailing you? Here, let's start over. My name is Saw Raymond, yes, spelled like a Saw. I am the owner and proprietor of the last diaper factory this country has. Not just diaper factory. Are you familiar with National Business University?"

Alexa groaned. Too familiar, in fact. "Yes, I go there for my Master's."

"We produce their uniforms, although I hope you don't have to wear one of those for your college classes." His wink made Alexa laugh.

"Again, what do you want from me?" Alexa said, squirming and sipping her drink. This was an odd conversation.

He shook his head. "What does any salesmen want? The more people who use my diapers, which are of a higher quality than whomever else you are using, I'm certain of it, the longer my factory stays around. Hard to stay in this business when my biggest customer base is no longer parents but adults, you know?"

Alexa raised her eyebrow while he slid a pamphlet across the table, talking about every type and variety of diaper his business offered. It was endearing in a way, even if the price tag was a bit high. "Oh....I see." Alexa felt a bit at ease with the man, oddly enough. "Right now I use cloth diapers and my insurance is paying for other diapers..."

"Absurd! Too easy! My factory, we can beat your insurance, and get you the highest quality diapers." He slid another pamphlet talking about their cloth diapers, and then another about their school uniforms. Alexa regrettably recognized one. "Perhaps you might like a tour of our factory this weekend, hm? We have been trying to expand our social media presence."

"I'll have to get back to you...." Alexa trailed off. The man seemed to understand the conversation was over.

"Ah. Do get back to me before long, yes~?"

A business card was thrown on the table, and with that, he had disappeared into the general crowd, then was gone. What an interesting person. Alexa did look at his pamphlets while walking back to the office, the buzz fading away after she had chugged a ton of water.

***

5 more seconds. That's all Alexa had needed. Well, all she needed more of at least. But life was cruel. Just as she was taping her new diaper on, someone had knocked and opened the door in what felt like 2 seconds. Rushing to pull her pants up, hide the old diaper, and scramble off the floor, Alexa was red faced and paranoid looking.

She had reason to be. It was the older looking member of the C-suite for one the companies, who Alexa had never really met, but had been told she was to be afraid of. Her no nonsense look scared Alexa, reminding her of her own boss.

"Misses Johnson...I heard about your performance today. Quite stellar, from the accounts the third-hand accounts I just was told. Quick on your feet from the first-hand ones." Alexa wasn't sure how to respond, just nodding dumbly.

"I appreciate your effort. The individuals who failed us will be dealt with accordingly. You will be rewarded as appropriate. That is all." This woman talked more like a dictator of a banana republic than a company executive! The woman left, turning one last time and looking down at the used diaper Alexa had not gotten to throw away or hide. "Oh, and do hide your diapers if you're bringing a client over?"

Ah, shit. Can't win them all, she supposed. Alexa was on her last frayed nerve at this point, meaning she really didn't consider what the woman had just said to her until the day was nearing its conclusion. It was hard to be snarky back when you had three inches of padding between your legs; it was harder too when the person who said that composed the leadership of one of the companies you had to work for.

***

"Who the hell is that child in the other room?" Santiago, Emmie's husband asked, just loud enough that Alexa could hear. Work had been a breeze, besides for a light ache on her back, and Trisha reminding her that she promised to go clubbing with her sometime this weekend. "You're supposed to tell me about playdates?"

Emmie laughed and responded. "That's Alexa's, Timmy's tutor!"

Alexa didn't feel like she was in too dorky or childish an outfit. Well, maybe it was dorky, since it was her work outfit, but she'd purposefully kept it on to look as professional as possible. Even if she didn't want to be a tutor. But, sitting on the carpet with the boy, working on problems using some childish examples, Alexa supposed she could understand the confusion.

"My bad." Was the man's only response. He leaned in, waving.

"Hey Alexa. Nice to meet you. Thanks for tutoring my kid." No more words followed. Alexa was thankfully wrapping up rather soon, since she needed the bathroom. The top of the hour came and went, and Alexa felt comfortable stopping, the boy finally understanding what numbers were what; his mom was over joyed at the progress.

She asked Alexa's price for the tutoring.

Alexa tried a list of responses, each more **** than the last. Her need to pee made her wild.

Free? Oh no, Emmie couldn't just walk over Alexa.

Half her usual price from college? Oh, that was just too low for what Alexa had done.

Her usual price from college? Was Alexa sure, I mean, she had just helped so much....

Double her usual price? There we go, Emmie said, clapping her hands and writing the check.

Alexa took the antiquated form of payment and began to waddle her way out of the house. She promised to come back on the weekend. Emmie watched the young looking woman, her diaper peaking out from under her pants, and smiled. Hmm - perhaps the best type of tutor was most similar to the pupils she taught.

****

"You would NOT believe how the date when yesterday. Gawd, it felt like the world had been lifted off my shoulders!" Pearl said, as a tuckered out Alexa lay on her lap, trying her best to suckle as quick as possible to have the experience end. "The experience" as Alexa was thinking to herself (She was not being breastfed, she was experiencing it....she tried to tell herself), was supposed to be over when Pearl came over for the evening.

Then Pearl walked in with a brand new gaming console to give to Alexa.

"Well, my husband works at the company, and honestly, he had this as a present for our son...but that boy could care less about the thing. He likes playing on his computer. Do you want it? I'm not too sure what its worth....We have a TV you can hook it up to." Pearl said, trailing off as Alexa practically jumped Pearl for the device.

"Of course! I can....." Alexa held the box, Pearl held Alexa, and then Pearl's boobs held open Alexa's mouth.

Damnit, Alexa grimaced, frowned, and then realized maybe this time, she could take some milk to her gullet for a good cause.

Hooking the console up to the TV, then the TV up to the wall made the past twenty minutes of breast suckling all worth it; especially since the console was brand new. Man, whoever Pearl's kids were, they had to be the biggest idiots in the neighborhood for not jumping at this! Alexa lay on her back against the leg of the not-a-crib, setting everything up, enjoying some positive from the negatives of the past few minutes.

"Alexa, dinner time." Diana said, not receiving a response from the girl; she stood in front of her and the TV. She repeated herself.

"Can I eat later, sorry, have to game for a second here..." Alexa said absent mindedly, with Diana's big butt taking over a part of her view as the woman bent at the hip, pulling out the pour cord for the TV.

"I said, dinner time." Diana said with some annoyance.

Alexa was baffled why Diana seemed so offended, but let the woman take her downstairs. The rest of the family was there, enjoying themselves, while Alexa snuck in silently. No one really made a comment to her, letting her just enjoy the noise without being involved.

When everyone was done eating, Alexa tried her best to sneak off again, before Diana grabbed her by the pant waistband.

"No, no, no, it's your chore night tonight Alexa." Diana said, pointing at the fridge, which had her name next to Diana's for the evening.

Ugh. Of course it was her night! Not wanting to disagree with the woman, she proceeded to take over washing the dishes while her diaper started sagging. It was evident from her pajama pants, which we loose, but not too loose to hide the evidence of a grown woman unknowingly using the potty. Going about her chores, Alexa didn't notice Diana or her husband sniff the air, exchange looks, then both look at Alexa. More noticeable than even the diaper accident was the very subtle, but striking, noise of Alexa grinding her teeth, which alerted both of the hyper alert parents.

Diana whisked the woman away. "Alexa sweetie, thanks for the help with all the chores! Mind coming upstairs with me?"

Alexa, confused, nodded her head.

"What do you need to talk about Diana?" Alexa asked, as Diana shut the door and pulled her to the changing table.

Now Diana was confused.

"Alexa you used your diaper, look..." Diana said, comfortable enough now to just pull the woman's pajamas down to her ankles.

"Oh, uhm..." Shit, Alexa hadn't even realized!

Diana looked concerned. "Did you not know you had an accident?"

"N-No, I knew I had an accident!"

"How was it an accident then?" Diana smugly asked, picking up Alexa by the armpits and putting her on her new changing station.

"Y-you know what I meant! I, uhm, I didn't have an accident, I just used my diaper." Alexa said.

"Right..." Diana muttered. "So you willingly filled your diaper with all this mess?" She asked, undoing the tapes and allowing the smell to fill the room.

"Ye-yeah...?" Alexa asked, causing Diana to shake her head as usual. She lightly swatted Alexas thigh. "Lying is a sin, you know."

Her diaper was thrown in the electronic disposable bin. "Geez, this thing is convenient!"

Diana cleaned Alexa without so much as another comment, pulling out an outfit from the bin. "Oh this is adorable, do you want to wear this one?"

Alexa looked in the mirror after Diana had wrangled the outfit onto her. It was the outfit of a child. As in, an actual child that was straining to fit her.

A solid red jumper skirt that stopped nearer to her belly button than her waist, with a built-in top, it fully exposed her diaper; that exposure was solved by a pair of plastic pants, which were properly sized, and then a diaper cover, which was not properly sized, making the buttons strain a bit. At least the skirt was rather cute, if way too short for Alexa.

"I can't wear this, it's...." Alexa followed behind Diana, who was pulling her to the bathroom. She didn't want to be seen in this.

"Adorable, right? Now we haven't been putting curlers in your hair, have we...hold still for a few minutes." A few minutes drifted to later into the evening, as Diana put in such big heatless curlers that Alexa wasn't sure she even needed. After the curlers, Alexa found herself once again walking behind Diana. She'd gotten lost in that dang iPad again, forgetting her protests of the absurd outfit. The three layers and squeak of the plastic didn't help.

"...Diana, can I..." Alexa was practically yanked down the steps.

"Wear your mouth guard? Yes of course, you were grinding your teeth a bit ago." Diana said, putting the mouth guard in Alexa's mouth, treating her more like a horse than a human.

Alexa let her protests die after that. Really, she only protested once she was finally back in her bedroom, belly full of another glass of warm milk, prescribed medicine, and whatever else she trusted Diana with giving her, cushioned butt on her not-a-crib. Then, Diana started reaching for the lights, and Alexa looked at her nearby laptop, which showed that it wasn't even 8 in the evening yet! She quickly pulled her mouth guard out.

"Hey wait, I was going to stay up a bit and play some games." Alexa said, with Diana taking a bit of affront to that.

"It's bedtime, Alexa." Diana reached for one of the booties.

"I'm an adult, I don't have a bedtime..." Alexa said, standing up. The humiliation of the past day came out of her all at once.

Diana seemed a bit shocked, but nodded your head. "You're right Alexa, I'm....sorry. Mom mode. Hard to turn off, you know?"

Alexa relaxed a bit. "It's alright. I guess how I'm dressed doesn't help my case, like I'm a complete baby! I'd think I had a bedtime too."

Diana felt bad. "Alexa, Alexa, you need to break your habit of demeaning yourself like that. It's just a cute outfit. Would you say I was a baby if I wore that? Are the people who wear diapers for medical reasons babies for wearing those?"

Alexa shook her head. "Th-that's different....It's not that you're a baby, but it is babyish..."

Diana rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say. Not sure I trust a girl who has accidents. Try not to wake up any of the kids while you play games, alright?"

Alexa didn't have a saucy response back to Diana, embarrassed at the knowledge that earlier had truly been an accident. Fiddling with the game console and downloading all the updates necessary, Alexa found herself on her stomach, back lightly aching, head on her chin. The room felt pretty hot, and a bit damp, but in a cozy, comfy way. The screen looked a bit bleary, and then her chin slipped down from her hand, and the-...zzzzzzzzzzzz..........zzzzzzzzz..........

Alexa fell asleep 16 minutes after telling Diana she didn't need a bedtime. Diana knew that, because she watched the baby monitor, curious if her own internal bet would be right or wrong. She was, of course, right. Much like one of her own children when they were tuckered out, Alexa mumbled some nonsensical words as Diana lifted her up and tucked her in. Diana used a nearby rag to wipe away a bit of drool from Alexa's mouth, which had formed at both corner's due to the mouth guard.

Alexa felt a light kiss on her forehead, but only faintly, through her dreams.

****

"Isn't that just plain adorable, is it dress like mom day?" The older daycare owner accosted Alexa with her somewhat shrill, somewhat sweet, voice as the petite business woman slid into the small van. Ugh. Where was the usual boy who ran the route?

"Sweetie, it's not nice to ignore people when they talk to you! Your mommy said we had to get you a new car-seat, lucky for you, one of our former charges left his!" The woman said, putting the car in park; Alexa turned, not seeing Diana behind her, meaning she had to face this woman alone.

Thankfully, she felt pretty good today. No messy accident in the morning, well-rested, and ready to get after the day.

"Listen lady, I appreciate you being so kind, but I am n-.........mmmmmmmphff....." Alexa found herself out of her backpack, shoved into the car-seat, and with a pacifier in her mouth before she could blink. The old lady might have been a bat, but she was a bat who had surprising strength and took no nonsense, meaning Alexa found herself beeing buckled into the car-seat in no time.

This was no regular car-seat for a child, Alexa was certain this was for someone with medical concerns, either physical or mental, since she found herself with five buckles tightened, some thigh harnesses snugly tightened, and even a tightened cord around both of her wrists. None of it was tightened to where she would hurt herself, but it was tight to the point where she was squirming and struggling to get out.

For the majority of the car ride. So Alexa, stuck in the far back of the van, as kids a third or half her age got in, was stuck struggling and suckling on a pacifier; when she spat the gross thing out, the old crone had warned her not to "tempt fate", and got one of the kids to shove it back in her mouth. She did that twice more, before the old bitch (excuse her language, Alexa thought to herself), and promised "just punishment", which put a chill on all the kids and their general fun mood. That third time, Alexa had actually gotten out of one of the buckles, undoing the whole apparatus, meaning she was free of it all; just as she was about to mock the old woman for her lackluster abilities, the van lurched forward. Like an overconfident fool, Alexa had stood up in the van, eager to get some verbal jabs in. Alexa, instead, got to have a face to face meeting with the sturdy plastic center console, while the woman slammed the breaks to park.

Embarrassed, dizzy, and bleeding a bit, Alexa had a bit of a breakdown as she was pulled by her ear into the daycare. For an old lady, the crone could certainly yank her around; Jessica soon found herself in the main office, facing a mirror.

"My goodness, what in the world got into you? In all my years of..." The woman muttered and griped as she rushed to wipe off the slight dribbles of blood from Alexa's face; they were minor injuries, and thankfully, besides for a pretty strong head-ache, Alexa was only out of the encounter with some mutters from the old woman. That, and some cute band-aids on her face. Until she turned and looked at herself in the mirror, realizing the seat of her pants had somehow ripped

"Now, I'm not certain if your mommy will be okay with this, but I'd rather ask forgiveness than permission." The old woman said, grabbing Alexa harshly by the back of a neck with one hand, and pantsing her with the other. Then Alexa found her very comfortable cheeks exposed to the world.

Alexa swore she could hear some movement outside the room. That became the least of her problem as Miss Miria, much like Diana did, prepped her for a spanking.

"Miria, I'm not so certain you...." Alexa, before she was even across the woman's lap, began speaking out. Struggling too.

Again, Alexa learned the definition of an old woman's strength, as she kicked her feet and squirmed. All it earned was a harsher smack on the ass from the woman.

"Misses M!" The woman corrected her, with a sort of calm roaring anger an older woman might master. With one hand easily pinning Alexa to her lap, and another whipping on Alexa's bottom, all that Alexa could do was cry out and beg for forgiveness.

That did not come easily. Alexa's cheeks wobbled and shook, slowly forming around Miria's hand, as if taking on a life of their own from the spanking. Each smack was precise, finding a new pain point to cause an electrical shock which ran right into Alexa's brain. Once the shock hit, Miria would move onto a different cheek, turning Alexa into a blubbering mess in a baker's dozen worth of spanks. But the loaves Miria was kneading and whipping into shape needed more and more punishment, leaving Alexa stuck just with begging for forgiveness.

"GoddamnitTTTTTTTTT I'm sowwyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!" Alexa screamed for what she was sure the fifth time.

"No you're not, not yet you aren't. Especially not if you're swearing like that in a place like this." Miria gave Alexa a chance to collect herself. "Now, before I let you get up, I want you to repeat exactly what I say. And then we'll get onto you swearing too...."

Alexa nodded, wanting anything to get off the woman's lap.

"I'll be the most perfect Tyke at Misses M's Young Tyke Daycare." What the fuck? What a mouthful, Alexa thought internally, earning a smack for taking a second too long to reply.

"I'l-i'll...be....the....mos-mosTTTTTTTT.." Alexa earned a smack for seeming to pause for just a second too long again. "...perfect Tyke at Misses M's Young Tyke Daycareeeeeeeeeeeee...." Alexa had shot up in pain, before realizing it was just Misses M hand hovering over her ass threateningly.

"Get up." Alexa didn't need to be told twice. Pants at her ankle, tears still coming down her face, Alexa felt lik-....

"Sweetie, if you had to go pee pee, you should have told me..." Misses M said, looking down at her now ruined dress due to being covered in a large wet spot.

Alexa, horrified, started explaining herself. "Omygawsh, I...." Misses M shot her daggers in her eyes before getting up and pointing at the corner.

"Corner, now." Alexa waddled her way to the corner, the squishy diaper rubbing its insides against her legs, disgusting her. So she stared at the corner, her cheeks a sore reminder if she decided to talk back to the woman; when the woman brought out a bar of soap, making her hold it with her teeth, Alexa felt even worse. She dipped her head down and tried to go to a happy place.

"Eyes straight ahead. You're lucky, in my youth I would've washed that mouth of yours with the bar of soap. Now I'll be back, I'm going to call your mommy."

This corner-time, Alexa could feel how long had past. She counted it. The clinking of an old grandfather clock helped. 6 minutes, 8 seconds. On the dot.

"Alright, let's get you changed. You got your pee on your top, and mommy said she's a bit busy, but she should be able to get you a change of clothes in an hour or two." Misses M said, stripping what remained of Alexa's clothes very quickly; Alexa noticed a new dress on the woman. And an outfit in hand for Alexa.

A juvenile, infantile outfit. "I am no-..." A whap on the butt ended that.

"Hush. You made such a bit deal out of your pacifier, but I see why a trouble maker like you needs one." She said, shoving one on the ground right into Alexa's mouth.

It wasn't as juvenile as Alexa had worn previously, but it wasn't something she could wear to work. A pair of shortalls with snaps in the crotch area; a white shirt with a big cartoon smiley face went underneath. White became the matching color under the shortalls, as one of the daycare's finest diapers was strapped onto Alexa, complete with so much baby powder you barely could see Alexa's parts. That, and some cooling lotion for her cheeks. Alexa covered her face out of shame for the whole situation.

"Aww sweetie..." The old woman, flipping on a dime, cooed. "There's no reason to be ashamed. Plenty of people need their diapers. We can check you more often before going to work, your mommy said you often have wet ones when you go into work."

Alexa didn't take the pacifier out, feeling too scared to.

"Come with me sweetie. We've been needing to this for you for a long time. Isn't this fun?" She pulled Alexa into another room. On one side sat a computer, on another, a stool with a cute background behind it. Alexa pulled her pacifier out, the thing strapped to the daycare supplied shortalls.

"W-what is this?" Alexa said, sat on the wooden stool.

Out came a chunk of plastic. Confused, Alexa stared at the card, CHILD SAFETY ID etched on the top of the thing, with a generic photo for the generic version of the card. The daycare owner's wicked look belied something...strange about the situation. Surely she knew Alexa was an adult that couldn't have one of these, right?

"Oh, I have my ID, no worr-..." Alexa reached for either her purse or backpack, coming up short.

"Don't worry - we'll get you a replacement right away dear." The grin made Alexa dread her own existence.