The Regression Virus (Part 7) - FINALE (Patreon)

Part 7 = It has been several weeks since I first discovered that I had inexplicably regained some of my basic motor functions. I had been practicing little by little every day when I was alone and I’m actually able to pick some stuff up on my own! With such an immense discovery, who knows what I could eventually be capable of?! Could I actually... was it too much to think... I could actually relearn everything and regain my old life back? Was that possible?

The virus was still a fairly new one and as far as I knew scientists still didn’t know everything about it. Is it possible that over time the virus could cure itself to some degree? When Mommy had been researching so much about treatments and cures when this had all started I don’t think she’d found any cases of victims recovering from it, but that was over a year ago now. Maybe things had changed.

When it came to my family, they could never tell if I was moving myself or if I wasn’t in control like normal, but I wonder if my Mom could see any difference in the more intelligent and calculated movements that she occasionally caught me doing.

If I wanted to keep this a secret at least for now, I had to be more careful. To do this I made sure that even during the times I was in control that I kept up the façade of the infant I had become. I would play with my toes, suck my thumb, and poke at my soggy diapers while I giggled.

Every night I kept experimenting and working towards a goal I’d given myself until... finally... it happened. It took almost two fully weeks of trying, but eventually using my weakened hands to help as much as they could I managed to stand up in my adult sized crib! I couldn’t believe it! I actually was getting a little stronger! Either through practice or something else altogether.

The real kicker came when I woke up one morning to discover that my diaper was dry! I could not believe it! I couldn’t remember the last time I’d woken up in a dry diaper. More often than not I woke up in a messy accident much less a wet one. I reached down and felt the front and then the back of my diaper just to make sure, but I was right. It was completely dry and clean.

At the moment my Mommy came into the room and greeted me good morning. Sweet as ever, she gave me a few little pats and a kiss on the forehead, then started setting up my changing supplies before even bothering to check my diaper, knowing just as well as I did that I haven’t had a dry morning in a year or so.

Wondering what she would think if she found me dry, I acted before I could even think about it, pressing down on my muscles and forcing them to act. I wanted to keep this secret longer. In an instant, a fresh and familiar wave of warmth rushed over my privates and soaked the diaper in between my legs; a feeling that used to disgust me and not I had not only grown accustomed to but kind of enjoy in a way I can’t explain.

As my Mommy lifted me onto my adult sized changing table and opened my diaper, she was none the wiser that the padding had only become soaked a few moments ago.

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More weeks went by and more changes occurred. Without trying to, I believe my body was getting stronger. It was easier to pick things up again, and I didn’t take nearly as much effort to stand anymore, though it still wasn’t super easy yet either.

I thought about telling my family, at least my Mother. Figuring out a way to make some kind of message to her or communicate to her somehow, but I’m not sure if I’m ready for that. I know that my previous adult life was much longer and this condition has only been going on for a year and a couple months, but it has changed me. I’ve not only grown dependent on my friends and family, but it’s become who I am. Even... dare I say it... pooping my diapers has become a feeling that I’ve grown very used to. Sure it smells, but the warmth and squishiness of it... kinda feels nice after a while...

My brothers have almost caught me a few times while I was standing and practicing walking, but I don’t think they really saw anything so I think I’m in the clear.

Being basically an infant is stranger than ever these days because before I was never trying to be one, the virus was taking my body and making me act the immature way that I was. Now that I’ve started to regain so many of my previous functions, I actually have to make the choice myself to continue acting infantile. Smearing food on my face, purposely letting myself go into my diapers, sucking on my toes... things like that.

I’m not sure where this path will lead me eventually, but baby or not, it’s my life and I’ll just have to see...

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This story was written by Zander Chesney

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