ID'd

"I don't need one though, I'm not some kid who..." Alexa didn't get a verbal response, but she did get a quick smack on her inner thigh, and then a dagger filled look. A twinge of her bladder, an ache of her ass, a grumble in her belly telling her she needed the potty made Alexa malleable.

"Sweetie, do we need another spanking? I'm more than happy to provide." The old dog could sense when she had the upper hand on someone she had wanted to correct for so long, and relished it. Soaked in it.

"C-can I use the bathroom first before we do this?" Alexa asked. Time was a resource here. One Alexa needed to spend so Diana could arrive and save the day.

"Oh no, we can get this done before you even need the potty. Besides, for someone of your age, their bathroom in on their waist!" Alexa's fingers were grabbed roughly as they were squished into an odd, sticky feeling pad on the table in front of her; without skipping a beat, the woman clicked a few buttons, filling the screen with Alexa's fingerprints. The procedure was repeated for her other hand. Squirmy, Alexa had her hand pushed down while the woman tutted, typing Alexa's "details" in with her free hand.

CHILD SAFETY ID
LEXI EVIE JOHNSON-SAUERS

Preferred Name - Evie

Date of Birt-...

"Hey wait a minute, you put a number that says I'm 4 years old!" Alexa cried out, as if the situation was not the height of absurdity already. "And that's not my last name! Or first! Or middle!"

"Right, I suppose 4 years don't pee themselves anymore, do they?" For a brief second, she changed it to say Alexa was two, before changing it to actually say Alexa was a more reasonable age. Reasonable in the sense of attending daycare or pre-school, not reasonable in the sense of Alexa being a fully grown woman. Alexa glowered. Her arms crossed themselves and she said nothing, even as the camera was pointed at her.

"Aww sweetie, smile! Wait....wait..." The lady stalled, before leaving the room for the briefest of seconds. Alexa, balancing a careful act of not filling her diaper and wanting to mess with the lady, reached across the empty space between her and the keyboard to use some of her own skills. Scrambling to make her age accurate, she didn't hit the save icon, unintentionally undoing all her work.

Miss M returned before she could cause any real havoc, and Alexa escaped her wrath with her quick hands. In her hand was one of those dorky bucket hats you'd wear as either a joke or to protect yourself from the sun; Alexa got it put on her head purely due to having the daycare's logo on it, combined with a slot for two messy pigtails to come out. By the time the lady was done with threading her hair through it, Alexa was defeated. Bathroom. Bathroom. Thats all she needed. "Look at that! Adorable. Now even in your photo everyone will know where you go. Say cheese!"

The smile wasn't big enough. Then it was too big, then it was.... Alexa wasn't sure. She lost herself in the horridness of the moment and held back a pang in her bowels once more.

"We're missing something..." Miss M said, before looking around the room, noticing the un-used pacifier, and popping it into Alexa's mouth. "Now give me a big grin, Evie!"

Pacifier half out, braces gleaming at the edges of her mouth not hidden behind rubber, Alexa's eyes shut, dorky glasses sliding down her nose as a mess filled her diaper, a gasp, and then someone rapping on the door as the old crone gloated over the "wonderful" photo. Diana, looking out of breath, exasperated, and plain fed up, had arrived. A few minutes too late, as the Child Safety ID silently registered in government systems Alexa never had heard of, updating rows and columns with information few would question.

"What in the world is going on?" Diana said, looking like she had thrown on some clothes, driven straight over, physically filling the space between Alexa and the now more nice looking daycare owner.

"Well, it all started when...." Alexa had the pleasure of hearing Miriam's version of events, telling Diana her own right after, with the woman a silent judge, nodding along. If Diana had an opinion, she did not express it immediately. Finally, she sighed. First, she jumped down Miriam's throat for spanking Alexa, for changing her, for the ID, for the pacifier, for all of it. But then she sighed and turned to Alexa, who, after hearing how her actions were just as silly, chewed on the end of the pacifier and squirmed in her mess. The photo sat in front of her. Did she really need to mess herself in every identification photo?

"Alexa, you know better. It's always better to be the bigger person. Look where you are now just because you couldn't stomach Miriam's madness for a little bit. I probably would've spanked you myself, lest the kids get out of line." Diana said with a huff, checking Alexa's band-aid. "Besides, Miria was trying to help you Alexa, even if she didn't know it - you have to be wearing your mouth guard when you don't need to talk, remember?"

Alexa glumly nodded. "Y-yesh, bubb..." Diana tutted.

"Don't interrupt me, young lady." Diana said with her hands on her hips. "Now, I brought you a change of office clothes. And a change for your diaper. I'll give you them if you apologize to Misses Miria." She dramatically turned around. "And you'll get out of me calling the police for **** charges when you apologize to Alexa." In one hand, the bag of clothes and Alexa's diapers; in another, the phone ready to dial.

Both women gave apologies neither meant, given the threat (or promise) in front of them, sighing once they had let the words escape. Alexa's had called Miria Misses M, and Misses M had called Alexa Evie. Miss M spoke up first.

"Diana, while we are on the same discussion, and before I have to attend to the other children - might you make sure Evie wears a bit more....appropriate attire for a child while attending daycare? A few parents have been disconcerted at an unknown adult riding with the children, you see." The logic made a perverse sort of sense.

"Alexa's not one of the other children, first off." Diana placed the baggy of clothes in Alexa's lap. "But...understood, you are doing a favor for a friend. She'll change here once she's ready to go to work. And unless she repeats the same exact behavior again, please call me before any disciplinary actions like today occur. I'm her Emergency contact, after all. Does that make sense?"

Misses M nodded. "Of course, thank you for the compromise."

It was hard to want to fight with a messy diaper strapped around your waist. Alexa had learned that feeling all too well. It was much easier to talk once she and Diana were alone, even if it was as Diana changed her messy diaper.

"Alexa, don't make me tan your cheeks even more. Come on, you know the drill, grab your ankles." Diana said, slightly, in a totally non painful way, swatting Alexa's inner thigh. Diana's relaxation and shift towards acting like Carol made Alexa smile a bit.

Alexa hadn't even questioned the fact that Diana had told her to get on the changing table or how used to this pose she was becoming.

"Lucky for you, I had some aloe in the car. Your cheeks would've been burning all day." Diana rubbed the soothing gel in an appreciated gusto from Alexa.

Reaching for the business clothes, Alexa sighed, chewing her lip as Diana looked at the ID. The clothes were just out of grasp.

"Adorable. I guess in someway you are a Sauer now, aren't you~. Why are your eyes shut so tightly in this photo?" She turned it over in her hand, before handing it back to Alexa, who slipped it into her backpack. Alexa's lack of response spoke volumes. "Oh...On camera? Sorry about that sweet. Sorry as well that it took me so long to get here. For a second, I forgot it wasn't one of my actual kids at Little Tykes and was just going to head back to sleep. James saved your bacon."

That made Alexa laugh enough to forget the situation. Still, she was quite nude in solely a diaper, and now that she was sat up, Alexa made a grab for the clothes to fix that little issue. Diana tutted.

"Lex, you heard the compromise. I'm sorry but you have to go back in the shortalls. Or did some of your accident get on them?" Diana said, looking into the clothes for the tell tale wetness or discoloration.

"N-no, but I just, uhm..." Alexa looked with the saddest puppy eyes at Diana. "I just wanna not think on this morning, I'm sorry Diana. I really have to? They are so....s-soooooo childish! I mean, I feel so silly recently. I have to go to daycare in the morning, dress like a schoolgirl in the evening, breastfed, then I sleep in a crib. Top it off, one of the executives I work with walked in on me changing. And your husband found out I'm diaper dependent!"

While Alexa babbled and started spiraling a bit, Diana got her dressed back up. Once she was done, Diana sat on the edge of the changing table, allowing Alexa a soft cry into her shoulder.

"Lex, this too shall pass. One day you'll get to drive, you'll graduate from school, and we'll whip that potty training into shape. What matters isn't what you wear, but what you are. Who you are. I will never let anyone, ever, ever hurt you, okay? But right now, when you're here, you have to follow the agreement we made." Diana said, wiping tears from Alexa's eyes.

The room took on an air of silence. Alexa nodded. "Th-thanks Diana. You always know how to make a girl feel better even when her ID says she's four and she's three diaper changes deep before 8 am."

Diana laughed. "Oh Lex, I'm so glad you're in my life. Now, I do apologize sweetie, but I was planning on taking James to a medical appointment this morning. I'll have to depart."

Alexa nodded. There was a slight rap on the door, Miss M likely having been hovering outside. Diana bid Alexa adieu, and Miss M confiscated the adult pile of clothes. And her backpack too. As if to offer her some consolation, the old witch slipped on the lanyard Alexa had barely ever paid attention to with the kids. Inside the lanyards little pocket was her child safety ID, front and center, plucked from her backpack like the witch had a homing device on where it was.

"I don't need to wear that, come on." Alexa said, fiddling with the lanyard before the woman wagged her finger.

"You heard Ms Sauers, your guardi-...sorry, 'Emergency Contact'. You can come to my office to change. But while here, I can't have the kids or parents complaining that we have someone different. Do you want to find a substitute ride? Keep complaining and we'll go there, Evie Sauers."

"N-no, but, can I just stay in your office and work? I'll be good, promise...?" Alexa said it meekly. Any trickle of resistance left her once the lanyard weighed down her neck.

Miss M shook her head. "Maybe tomorrow when you're a bit better behaved, mhm? Still have breakfast to go. Let's walk you to your class."

It was a different room then Alexa and been in, with different workers who never had seen Alexa as an adult, but seemed more than willing to accept her as Evie the tempestuous spunky brat. With all of her belongings placed in a cubby marked with cute pink letters proclaiming EVIE, Alexa tried her best to compartmentalize. Listen to Diana. This too shall pass.

"Sweetie, you're here just in time for breakfast!" The worker said, escorting Alexa to a place on the floor, surrounded by a gaggle of children. She had a clipboard in hand. "Now, your mommy doesn't seem to have put anything in your dietary file...does anything make your stomach hurt? Or should we call mom just to make sure?"

This too shall pass, Alexa kept repeating to herself, as she swallowed some soggy cereal, two dry boiled eggs, and some stale white bread. Even when she narrowly dodged a thrown milk box and an apple core. Deep breath.

Alexa's watch buzzed, the alarm she had set for herself. Mandatory suffering time at daycare was up! Time to get out of this madhouse. Walking to collect her backpack, she made it all the way to the door, which...

Did not budge. Oh, a deadbolt on the door. Right, that made sense, can't have the kids try to escape, or a bad trying to get in, good thing she could reach with a nearby stool...

"Sweetie, it's not time to head outside just yet! Let's put our stuff down and sit back down next to Dayleigh, okay?"

Ready to give the woman a piece of her mind, Alexa turned on her heels. "I am n-...."

The door behind her opened. Miss M had come to collect her. "Evie, your pickup is here sweetie."

Sweet relief, saved by the damn bell!

Walking behind the daycare owner, Alexa tried not to think that if the daycare owner had not been there to come collect her, she would have been screwed. Sure, she might undo the bolt, but now a worker would think she's a runaway child. Which would raise more questions! Which likely would annoy that old bitch Miss M.

Alexa did not stop fuming till her blouse was finished being buttoned and her slacks wrapped around her dry diaper. Miss M gave her a wink.

"You know, I did tell you I'd let you come to my office if you simply were a good girl. Getting up when not told falls outside that category. Better luck Monday, you'll have a whole morning to prove yourself."

Alexa didn't dignify her with a response. The gall. That woman would get a piece of her mind one day.

Miss M enjoyed watching the girl stomp off, diaper peeking slightly above her waistband. More than that, she enjoyed that Alexa hadn't noticed she'd been let out of the building by Miss M graciously unlocking the sealed door - which only the workers badges or a parents app might allow. The young had so much wisdom to learn from the old!

Whatever the brats age, Evie would learn what a little bit of respect, obedience, and guidance was.

***

Work was a typical Friday affair. Alexa found herself chewing on the tip of her pen throughout the entire day, her mind off not in a day-dream, but thinking about work projects next week. She had a level of distaste at having the mouth guard occupying the empty space of her mouth this morning, thinking it more of a pacifier than anything. Just as she was about to get up for lunch (and a change), someone from the front of the building paged her office. Apparently she had a visitor. It was the one and only, James. Huh, Diana had been messaging her, but that was for making sure she was checking her diaper. And receiving pictures of it.

"Hey Alexa. I was driving around and figured you'd might want some company for lunch." James said it with that goofy smile she had grown used to. "My medical appointment turned out great! Interested?"

"Definitely!" Forgetting the squish of her diaper, she zipped out of the company parking lot with James and had an enjoyable meal with him.

On the way back, Alexa and James stopped for some coffee, Alexas selection more sugar and syrup than anything else. James bought her coffee. His mind came out through his eyes when he was relaxed. Alexa could tell he wanted to ask something.

"Alexa, Diana told me I might have been a bit insensitive when I was changing your diaper. Sorry for my curious comments, I promise they didn't come from a bad place. I imagine a girl your age likely doesn't want another adult wiping her down and changing her bottom." He said it, giving the telltale sign of someone who had been corrected by their spouse and was trying to make it right.

"It's all water under the bridge, I know you meant very well." Alexa said with a smile.

"You don't need a change now, do you? Diana said I should ask." James said. Alexa knew Diana had to be messing with her at this point. For once, Alexa summoned the courage to lie.

"Nope, all dry!" Alexa said, the squish of her diaper refreshing itself and further yellowing as she unknowingly spurted more pee out into it.

She returned to her office, finding it undisturbed, working the rest of the afternoon away before realizing her ride from Little Tyke's would likely be arriving soon. Her hands were stuck in a permanent prayer in the hopes that it would not be Miria.

Of course. Fate was a cruel mistress tonight. Miss M stood by the car, shifting around as Alexa approached, the autumn evening a bit chillier than expected. Alexa warmed by a peacoat Jodie or Joan had so graciously donated to her. Rain dripped down irregularly.

"Alright sweetie. Up in the boot. Your guardian said you forgot your school clothes on you and that you probably needed a change. Not to worry, I grabbed something from the lost and found."

Alexa, steel yourself. Shit, she had forgot her school clothes. Plus, they were hanging outside on the clotheslines, which she had forgot to take down this morning. Just put up with whatever comments she has to say.

"Oh, uhm, I can change myself...." Alexa whined, the trunk opening to reveal no one in the car, but several of the seats laid down to allow for a changing mat.

"Nonsense, it'll be much quicker if I help you. Up up up!" The woman said, taking Alexa by her armpits and stripping her out of the very wet diaper. The wrinkle in the woman's nose and Alexas relief told the story more than words. Yet... "Evie, you can't let your diapers get this wet...One more spurt and those nice, thin, adult pants would be soaked. Wouldn't some shortalls be so much safer sweetie?"

Shit. Alexa hadnt even noticed that. When had she wet her diaper? She was sure she's gone to the bathroom....sometime....this afternoon.....perhaps? Her diaper had been changed after riding with James, and then...

"Right....I knew about that!" Alexa trailed off. "Uhm, I can definitely put on my outfit. Myself."

"Oh sweetie, please, it'll just be so much quicker if you stop fussing. There's no wisdom in fighting a more efficiency process, you know. Besides, what outfit? I had to grab you one from our lost and found. Here, I'll put some cartoons on for you. And where's your mouth guard? Your mommy and I talked about making sure you wear that." A tablet thrown to occupy her hands, momentarily distracting her, before the pacifier popped into her mouth. With the diaper secured, Miss M pulled up plastic pants that felt a size too small. Alexa tried to resist them.

"Sweet Evie, didn't we just establish that you almost went pee pee so much that your adult clothes were ruined? Really darling, bless you, but lets use a bit of common sense."

So the plastic pants stayed.

Alexa allowed the humiliation, more annoyed at the itchy cotton tights than were pulled over the diaper than the rubber bit in her mouth that let her grind freely. That, plus an itchy black diaper cover over the plastic pants that Miss M loved so much, somewhat not matching the new outfit the daycare owner was putting her in. Why would she ever need a diaper cover plus plastic plants?

It was not that different from her previous school outfit. You'd only notice the difference if you were a fashion snob, on the uniform enforcement board, or wearing it. A very tight camisole that pressed down what little bumps Alexa imagined she had. A smart blouse and necktie. A rough cotton jumper with a similar pattern to her actual outfit. It felt like wearing the same outfit, but a bit older, the materials more worn, the...

Oh and the skirt allowed enough of the diaper to peak out. Peak out more than it already did. The diaper cover was a saving grace.

Dangit. This was a good lesson on why Alexa should never forget to do her chores. She felt like she was done learning "good lessons" for the day. Once it was all done, Alexa knew what was going to happen next. She popped her pacifier out. That stupid damn carseat.

"Listen, I don't need the car seat Miss M. I promise illlll-mfffff...." The pacifier found its home in her mouth.

"Sweetie, Provincial law is a thing. We have to abide by it. We can't always be marching to the beat of our drum, you know!"

Alexa, ready for it to be over, just allowed it. This time, all the tightened cords of the car seat were just a bit more snug, a bit more blatantly there, a bit more ready to bite into her flesh if her squirming kept up. With a pat on Alexas head, Miss M gave her the tablet once more. Then slipped her headphones onto her head.

"Nice and safe, aren't we Evie?"

Alexa got her ****. Upon pulling into NBU, Alexa played the role of a good girl, allowing Miss M to let her guard down. The second the last restraint was let loose, and Miss M had stepped back, Alexa grabbed her backpack, jumped out of the car, and bolted quicker than Miss M could counteract.

"ThankssomuchIhavearidebackkkkk!" Alexa said smugly.

Miss M was annoyed, having wanted to walk her charge into the building, but let her go.

After all, when she was leaving her office clothes in a pile in the backseat, not stuffed into her backpack, why chase after her? Her loss.

***

For once today, besides work, there was no drama right when Alexa walked into a room. No anything really. She was Eve Johnson. The evening remedial class was peaceful. Alexa raised her hand a few times, scribbled some notes on the teachers performance (it was a different teacher from last time, meaning Alexa felt she had no bias) and generally acted like a shy girl who knew more than she let on.

Next to her, looking the part of a delinquent or forlorn student, a student passed her a note.

R U EVE JOHNSON?

Alexa felt bemused. She nodded.

NO WAY...IM EVE JAMESON!!!! R WE SISTERS?

Ah, the girl who started this mess. Alex scribbled a note back.

NO WAY, THEY THOUGHT I WAS U!!!!

The other girl smiled cheekily.

"Eve and Eve, a bit less of the notes, a bit more focus on the lesson, alright young ladies? We're here for a reason." The teacher said, a few eyes darting back to them.

The forlorn Eve Jameson retreated back. She looked like she wanted to be anywhere but there. Hmphm. Alexa felt her rebellious side growing. She just had to be a bit more cheeky with it.

F HER, RIGHT? SO LAME

Alexas note was sneaky enough, and brought a big grin back to the girls face; her new found friend quickly passed her another note back.

FOR SURE! HEY LETS HANG, MY NUMBER IS....IF UR PARENTS ARE COOL WITH ME COMING OVER, MINE R LAME SOMETIMES

The teacher coughed, but not to speak to Alexa or her new found friend. It was time for a bathroom break. Alexa did need to use the potty, and her...downstairs area was feeling swampy with all the layers of plastic and cloth that were currently blocking them off. As she began walking towards the bathroom, one of the researchers spotted her.

"Perfect, perfect. Note passing, I love it. After this bathroom break, you'll have a quiz. Instead of using your adult knowledge on this history examination, imagine you're Alexa Johnson, who either cares little about the class, or knows even less. Suspend prior knowledge in the spirit of deliberate unknowing. We'd like to imagine the educator's response when a candidate does not meet the minimum performance threshold's and benchmarks that are established for academic competency."

Intense word salad. Alexa cut through it. "So you want me to fail?"

"Exactly!"

It was quite fun, playing pretend on the quiz. A history quiz, Alexa imagined the half answers someone who was her, but not her, would give. Eventually the quiz was over.

"Alright class. Everyone in exchange papers with your seat partner...." For Alexa, her new note buddy. "We'll do some self-styled grading. I'll read out the answer and you'll mark your partners.

Alexa received the lowest score she'd ever received on an examination, an 8 percent. That was unintentional, having given the actual date of the Magna Carta on a bonus question. Her friend gave her a smile. Alexa, grading her friends quiz, saw she got a 100 percent.

Even playing pretend as a dummy could feel a bit bad. The teacher collected the exams, grimacing when she saw Alexa's, but saying nothing. Her poorly named friend smiled.

"Don't sweat it. I can help you study for the next one!"

It was still a Friday, and the parents who had dropped their kids off weren't expecting them to be there all night. Alexa was the last to leave, the dean and researcher having snuck in at sometime during the class.

"Just wonderful Ms Johnson! Wonderful. Failing the examination, I mean. This examination into deliberate unknowing will lead to fascinating results. Please, next time, arrive already in that state of mind as if you truly were that person. Method acting, but for the advancement of our great university." He said it mostly jokingly, like a passing comment as Alexa floated out of the school, into James car, and thankfully back home.

Joan and her sister saw her in the schoolgirl outfit, but if they cared, they said nothing. Both looked annoyed at something, and they were dressed more mature than Alexa. Alexa realized she never really spoke to the two of them.

"You two alright?" Alexa asked, both girls peeking up from their phones.

"Hey Miss Johnson, yeah, we're fine. How was school?" Jodie asked, eyes flicking between her and Joan.

"Boring, you know." Alexa wasn't sure if they knew why she was dressed as a schoolgirl. "You know, you can just call me Alexa."

Both girls smiled. Joan seemed like she had a curiosity that just had to be quenched. "Alexa...can we borrow some of your clothes? We just like trying clothes on! We love your outfits and mom just hates us and buys us bad clothes."

A choice. A choice to make the kids like her more. "I don't think she hates you. Don't say that about your parents... But...yeah, of course. Feel free, as long as your mom is okay with whatever you wear. And you return it when you're done wearing it."

Hopefully that wasn't a mistake. Both girls jumped up and squealed and hugged Alexa. She split off from the girls.

Finally ready to put her backpack down, change into some adult attire, check her diaper, and just hide away for the evening (hadn't someone wanted to make plans with her?), Alexa opened her bedroom door. Of course, there sat a comfortably dressed Pearl, a sweatshirt and sweatpants disguising her voluptuous body. They were either from when she was pregnant, or her husband's. The jury was still out.

"Hey sweetie! Geez, sorry for forgetting about this morning - I bet you were pretty hungry, huh!" Pearl said, taking Alexas backpack. "Don't worry, I pumped throughout the day, that fridge is starting to fill up!"

Great. Alexas personal milkmaid was here. Seething a bit, Alexa felt herself about to explode. Both in the sense of needing the bathroom and from her temper. Just one minute of her own time. One minute. She'd been holding it since the quiz.

"Pearl....can I please just change first before uhm, I help you? I've had a heck of a day." Alexa said, stripping out of her schoolgirl outfit, which Pearl took, examining the old uniform.

"Geez, where'd you find this Alexa? The seams on this tell me it's age without even checking the tag."

Alexa still had a bit of dignity. Thankfully, her diaper was dry as a bone, but she still didn't want to display it. The diaper cover came off.

"Well, I forgot my outfit and that daycare lady gave me it. Very itchy."

"I see why. No rush tonight, date night went well, thanks to youuuu, but I don't need a repeat just yet~." Alexa uttered the sort of noise or reaction you'd expect, eventually finding some pajama pants and a loose top she'd never worn before, but were both very cute. She slipped off the plastic pants with haste. The clothes were in her hand. Right, she would get these on and then use the bathroom, and then tell Pearl to....

Pearls voice squeaked. "May-maybe i just spoke too soon..." Alexa turned slowly. Pearls sweatshirt was now proudly sporting two growing milk stains. "Shit. I'm not sure why...maybe it's the baby powder? Damnit. I'm such a cow."

Alexa was a softie at heart. "D-dont say that. Here Pearl, just, uhm, wait one minute, I need the bathroom and I'll get you sorted right away..." Alexas hand just briefly touched Pearls, and the milk spots seem to surge forth. Had they a mind of their own?

"Sorry, uhm, not a good idea for us to touch if I'm already leaking." Pearl said.

Alexa was practical. She could hold her need for the bathroom. Probably. The plan developed as she executed it. One minute each boob, run to the bathroom, then finish this. Then explain to Pearl she was done being her homo-sapien milk pump.

"Pea-pearl. I really need the uhm, bathroom, but...I'll release the pressure, you know, and then dash to the bathroom and then come back and finish up, okay?" Alexa said, bowels already telling her she was on a fools errand.

Pearl perked up. "Okay sweetie! Maybe this will be good, you know? A little bit of kangaroo care?"

Pearl lifted the sweatshirt, which was larger than Alexa considered, and Alexa slipped into her lap. Right. Zone out for the experience. Playfully, Pearl covered Alexa with the sweatshirt like a kangaroo keeping its kin in its marsupium. "Kangar-....?"

The milk didn't wait for Alexa to latch. It ran down in little streams, now running over Alexa's belly as their bodies meshed together. The sweatshirt didn't mind Alexa's lithe form. It sucked her in, a black blob of darkness descending around Alexa as she could only hear Pearl's voice. Pearl's body did not naturally reject her form. Soft, welcoming, cozy, it was like having a comfortable pillow in the perfect spot. The warmth was not overwhelming, but calming. Alexa's arms naturally held onto Pearls sides, while the woman pulled her own arms into the sweatshirt and snuggled with Alexa.

"Kangaroo care. Skin-to-skin contact. It's for bonding with a newborn. It promotes their health and helps kick the mothers body into over-drive. The baby gets all the nutrients and love it needs, while the mother deepens her connection. There's a lot of science behind it...." Pearl said, absentmindedly stroking the back of Alexa's head.

Alexa wasn't sure what was happening, but Pearl's voice was beautifully sinking into her head. What did that even mean? Beautifully sinking? Her mind tried to parse that next. She was counting the seconds to make sure she didn't stay too long, but it was as if her brain was resting, the numbers fading. She wasn't believing whatever mumbo jumbo Pearl was saying, but still....

The warm milk flowing into her gullet...

Pearl's warm body.....

The darkness making all her other senses heightened....

Pearl's lovely voice....

A slight scratching on her neck...

Mmm, the tasty milk.

All the stress in Alexa let go not at once, but like a dam with a big enough crack for water to seep through. Alexa entered that state between sleep and reality, where your body functions on its own - in this instance, like a babe greedily draining her mother. Pearl, unable to really see Alexa, was none the wiser, just reading off her phone about the health benefits. Her heart felt warmed, her mind speaking with the hormones she had first felt when her own child latched. It was...an unintentionally intimate experience. Once she moved Alexa's head to her other boob, she remembered a bit too late the girl had mentioned needing the bathroom. Or well, that she mentioned one minute only for each boob. Pearl herself remembered it because she could feel the spread of warm across her knee; Alexa's diaper and legs were the only parts of her body that peeked out, meaning the fact Alexa was filling it was quiet obvious.

Pearl tutted, but just held Alexa's head closer to her bosom. Her change could come later. Pearl could change the young woman as many times she had needed, she'd do that for someone who had helped her so much.

Alexa stewed inside her sweatshirt, making some mews or other noises, but otherwise, dead silent. Pearl let the silence in the room take over. Through her bosom and the tight hold of the clothing, she could feel Alexa's heartbeat next to hers. The rhythm was continuous, as was Alexa's slight breathing, the break she'd take after a few vigorous sucks, the squirm Alexa did if Pearl stopped scratching her neck and back.

For Alexa, she could feel Pearl's heartbeat, feel when she breathed in and out, when she adjusted even a bit. She felt when Pearl put her phone down and held her tighter, the warmth making her sink deeper into the woman.

The part of her that wanted to whisper a lullaby or say something comforting was underneath the surface of Pearl's subconscious, but not in control - yet. Slowly, she felt her body turn it's gears and squeeze Alexa tighter. Pearl's brain was flooded her with the sort of emotions not common between two adults, but as she pat Alexa's full diaper, using the word two there was perhaps the wrong description.

The joking about kangaroo and skin to skin had definitely morphed. It was just that neither woman had realized it.

Pearl felt herself ease up slowly, the milk drying up....eventually. This had been their longest milking so far. Who knows how long. It was must of had been late in the evening now.

Alexa looked at peace. Pearl let her little friend snuggle tightly into her, especially since she heard Alexa's phone vibrating. Loudly. Grabbing it, Pearl answered the call.