Playtime - Part 3 (Patreon)

"Dada!" Shayla giggled, eyes lighting up as he finally showed up. Her diaper was already soaked from her little adventures with teddy, but she felt her legs opening wide anyway... Maybe Daddy would punish her for being a naughty girl...

"Shayla, what did you do?!" he asked, hurrying over to her. She let go of her bottle - she'd pulled one of her niece's old ones out of the cupboard after accidentally dropping a couple of her regular cups trying to drink from them after tearing herself away from her teddy, stripping out of her hoodie on the way there as well - and grabbed for his waist, pouting in disappointment when she didn't hear a crinkle.

"No diapies for Dada?" she stared up at him.

"No, Shayla," he shook his head, pulling away. "We need to get you to a doctor."

"Do you wanna play doctow?" she cooed. "I need a check-up!"

"This is serious!" he told her sternly. "I should have taken you when you said you were having accidents to begin with... I hope it isn't too late now..."

Shayla tried to pull her Daddy down onto the bed with her as he took her hand, but he was too strong for her, tugging her up instead, and out to his car. The ride was long, and boring, but not nearly as boring as the visit with the doctor. She got a little excited as he pulled open her diaper, but he didn't want to have any fun - he just examined her very quickly and professionally, then changed her.

Daddy and the doctor talked for a long time, with Shayla squirming impatiently on the exam table, her ears perking up every now and then at the sound of her name, yet too overwhelmed by all the big words they were using to pay any more attention than that. After a while, she tried to stealthily sneak a hand to the front of her diaper and begin to rub, but she couldn't hide the moan that oozed from her throat at the slightest touch, and she found herself in big, pink, padded mittens... Then, when she tried again with those, in double thick diapers.

"Don't worry," Daddy told her after they went back home. "The doctor doesn't think you're too far gone yet... It's still a new virus, but from what they understand..."

Shayla rolled her eyes, bored. She batted at Daddy's crotch, unable to do much more than that with the mittens. "Pway, Dada?" she grinned up at him.

"No, Shayla," he scolded her. "We can't do that for a while, until you get better... The more you... play... with the virus active, the more babyish you become, and the more you want to play, until you hit a point where you can't recover anymore... He doesn't think you're there yet, so..."

The rest of the day was no fun at all. He kept repeating pretty much the same thing, any time she tried to have fun, until she finally told him, "I don't cawe, Dada!" Even that didn't stop him. It was almost a relief to be put to bed, even after he confiscated the vibrator from her dresser. 

The mittens were still firmly affixed to her hands, and between their padding, and the double layer of padding in her diapers, there was no way she could do anything there... But her Daddy hadn't taken away her teddy bear... She crawled up to it and began to hump it, grinding harder and harder on it, until, finally, she began to feel something... A silly grin grew across her face as she began to move faster, pleased that she'd outsmarted Daddy and his stupid warnings... What was the worst that could happen?