The Virus - Part 2 (Patreon)

Kayla stood in the incontinence aisle, pouting as she stared at the packages on the shelves. They all looked so boring... She hated having to wear them, of course, since she wasn't a baby, but the mean doctor had told her she should. 

She was supposed to go back to see him, to check on her progress, but she suddenly remembered nobody could make her go, so she hadn't. He was scary, after all, and he always said bad things to her, and he'd made her wear these diapers. If she never went back to see him again, then he might not find out if she didn't... On the other hand, he'd sounded so grown-up and confident when he'd told her to do it... 

She stomped her foot, not wanting to have to pick any of the diapers. She didn't need them, no matter what the doctor had said! She was a big girl! 

But he'd told her to... She whined, struggling with herself, not wanting to do it, not wanting to be naughty. Did it matter if she was? She knew it didn't - she told herself it didn't - yet the thought of it still bothered her for some reason. 

She was wearing a diaper now, of course, but it was dry - without thinking about modesty or privacy, she raised her skirt to check, just to be certain. Sure, she'd been waking up wet every day since she got the diapers, and even before that; yes, she'd been having messy accidents more and more often, despite her telling herself that she was going to pay more attention to her body and stop watching TV or playing with her cell phone when she felt the need to go; neither of those meant she HAD to wear diapers, right? 

She thought back to before the appointment, when she'd really had to clean up after each accident. It hadn't been fun, at all, and part of her knew that the responsible thing to do in that case was to get the diapers... But she really didn't want to! 

She started to walk away, giggling quietly to herself as if she were getting away with something right under a grown-up's gaze. She paused on her way out of the aisle, however, as something caught her eye. They looked like diapers, but instead of the boring, plain white covers of the rest of them on the shelves. They were blue, mostly, covered in bright colors in different shapes. Best of all, they weren't diapers at all! The package declared them "Big Girl Panties", then, in smaller letters, "with minor protection." 

Not only were they cute, nobody would ever know what they really were! Sure, they looked like diapers, but the person on the package seemed to be a big girl, and the packaging declared quite obviously that they weren't meant for babies. 

"Oh, poor thing," the lady working the cash register shook her head as she scanned the package anyway. "Do you have the virus?" 

"No!" Kayla snapped back, pouting. "What virus?" Honestly, she wasn't sure what a virus was, but she was pretty certain she didn't want one. 

"Oh, of course," the woman nodded, changing to a more condescending tone, as if she were talking to some little girl. "Isn't it nice that they started making these pretty panties, for big girls like you? They really catch your eye, don't they?" 

Kayla knew she was being talked down to, though at the same time, the lady had called her a big girl... Maybe she was just being overly sensitive. "Uh-huh, " Kayla nodded.

The woman smiled sadly as she took the wad of cash Kayla shoved at her without counting it - that sounded too hard - and handed back her change. After a moment, she said, "Hey, sweetie, if you need any help with that, you can give me a call, okay?" 

"I can do it all by myself!" Kayla huffed. 

"I'm sure you can," the woman told her gently, before changing her mind. "Actually, how about you give me your phone number so I can check on you?" 

"I'm not supposed to give that out to strangers," Kayla said cautiously. 

"And you're a big girl for knowing that," the cashier praised her. "And big girls can remember their phone number, too. Can you?" 

"Of course! Duh!" Kayla stuck her tongue out at the woman. 

"Really?" the woman raised her eyebrow. "I don't know if I believe that..." 

Kayla glowed at her, grabbing for the pen the woman offered to prove her wrong, shoving the paper back at her. "There,  see?!" 

"Wow,  you really are a big girl!" the cashier smiled. "Good job, sweetie." 

Kayla headed back out to her car, feeling proud to have proven the grown-up wrong. She fidgeted in her seat, feeling a warm, mushy sensation in the padding that hadn't been there before. Had she been pooping herself while she was talking to the cashier? How humiliating... But it was that mean lady's fault, making her think about her phone number - why did it have to be so long? - and distracting her. 

She sniffled a little as she thought about it... To be honest, however, it really didn't feel too bad... She squirmed for a few minutes before heading back home, eager to try on her new big girl panties.