The Virus - Part 3 (Patreon)

"Okay," Kayla sighed. 

"Aww, it's okay," the cashier told her. "You don't have to change yet." 

Kayla grinned, standing up, enjoying the sensation of the damp padding being pulled up between her legs by the onesie she was wearing. It really was nice of the woman to do this for her... She really didn't like having to drive anywhere, or having to change her own diapers, and sleeping all alone in her apartment was pretty scary, so it had been nice having the woman offer to let her stay with her. 

She bounced around in the car's back seat, listening and singing along to the cheery music playing on the radio, proudly showing off that she knew all the hand motions that went along with it, to the woman in the front seats approval. 

"Good morning," her boss told her as Kayla ran up to her, once her seatbelt had been unbuckled. "Are you ready to get started?" 

Kayla nodded seriously, heading to her office and laying down, grabbing her important paperwork and starting to fill them out, like the big girl she was. 

"Thanks," the cashier said behind her, though Kayla was already too engrossed to pay her much attention. 

"No problem," the other woman replied. "She's a little angel." 

"Remember she only gets one pudding cup today, not one at lunch AND one for a snack," the cashier shook her head, chuckling at the sight of Kayla,  kicking her legs behind herself. "And she needs to stay down for at least an hour for her nap,  even if she complains that she isn't tired." 

"Of course," the 'boss' nodded. "Don't worry, she'll be fine. I've sat for quite a few victims of the virus... I know just what they need." 

"I know," the cashier said. "Sorry, I'm still just nervous leaving her. She's so sweet and innocent now... And this means so much to her, letting her pretend she's still an adult... Oh,  by the way,  she was wet before we left, so keep an eye on that so she doesn't leak. I'm sure she's gone again by now." 

"Oh,  thanks, wouldn't want another one of those," the other woman walked over to Kayla, bending down to unsnap the crotch of her onesie. Kayla whined, wiggling her bottom, which got her a light, playful pat on it. "You were out of dress code," she told the girl.

"Sowwy, boss." She wasn't sure what a dress code was, but she didn't want to admit that. "Look, I'm almost done with this wepowt!" 

"Good work," her sitter told her, kissing her on the top of the head. "There's still plenty more, though." 

"I know," Kayla gave a dramatic sigh. A big girl's work was never done...