Infected Regression

Chapter 1
Infected Regression

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Chapter Description: Have you been infected?

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Being ill can be pretty random

I’m sick, they tell me, I have an illness. But the illness is an unusual one due to what it does to those it infects.

And there is no cure.

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To say that health or illness, or perhaps both, has a smell would be defined as such: A strong smell of antiseptic and floor cleaner.

She didn’t like these scents but she knew they couldn’t be avoided. In an attempt to block the scents she listens to the other people in the waiting wing, all of them waiting to see one of the medical officials who were researching this unusual new illness which has a random infection rate, and tends to do two unusual things.

Children can be heard playing, fussy babies on her mother’s laps, men and women of various ages coughing sometimes, some talking to their children. The sounds of phones ringing every few minutes can be heard, as well as the sounds of soft soled nurse’s shoes on the plastic coated floors of the hospital.

Scents, noises, they all seemed to be part of place here. A young child, about two or three years old, runs up to her mother, arms open wide to be picked up. She looked bored and as she watches the mother tend to her child, she finds herself wondering if that child was really two years old, or was newly returned to two years old.

“Miss Carols” A voice says and she looks up, no one else moves. It was finally time for her check up. Getting up from the slightly uncomfortable chair, noting that her height has diminished a little in the past hour and her clothes feel a little bit loose, Maria Lisa Carols walks towards the doctor’s office and hopes her age doesn’t diminish any farther.

Behind her she can hear her mother getting up and following her, the support would do her some good, she hopes.

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Three weeks ago: The doctor had to be wrong. This couldn’t be happening, not when she was at the prime of her life.

“From what we have been able to ascertain from the blood samples, Miss Carols, the illness has settled into your cells. I am sorry, but there is nothing we can do” No, they had to be wrong.

Okay, sure, she had felt dizzy for a moment at work and according to several people she had suddenly, and inexplicably, began to behave much like an infant for around an hour. Which had in turn led to an embarrassing accident, and needing to be cleaned up and placed into a protective garment in case of farther accidents. But maybe it was stress, stress could do funny things to people.

But it couldn’t be this. Life couldn’t be that cruel.

“You’re wrong” Maria whispers. “You’re wrong!” Was this delayed shock she was feeling now? Or was she in denial of the bitter truth?

“The tests are conclusive, Miss Carols, you have the reversion virus” The reversion virus, a harmless virus in many ways since it didn’t kill anyone it infected. Instead it did three things: One part of the virus caused their cellular aging to run in reverse at a fast pace, and it always infected one other who would become bonded to them as a kind of parent, biological or not.

The second part created a bond between two people, one would become the child while the other become the mother.

And the third part, which was the part that men feared - It caused the male gender to change, turning any infected male to a female. If a male is a virus bonded child, they become female in full within two weeks of infection, with the first week being the physical change and the second week the mental change.

And if the male became the virus bonded parent, they would change mentally and physically into a female within a week.

All research into the virus is unable to explain why it rewrites the male gender in the way it does, but many males fear being infected and had been very vocal in their hate of the infected, blaming them for the virus and accusing women of creating it. When the bitter reality is that the virus appears to be made by nature.

“No! No! NO! Do the tests again! Maybe the equipment is faulty! But I can’t be suffering from this virus! I’m 32 years old, I want to have the chance to make something out of my life! I had my childhood, it was a happy one, I don’t need to live it all over again!” Maria screams as images of herself returning to being a teenager, a child, even an infant like most cases tended to, shoot through her thoughts. A hand squeezes her shoulder, her mother.

The doctor looks over to Maria’s mother, the news about her blood results were in as well.

“Mrs Carols, it appears that the virus has bonded you and your daughter together in regards to your daughter’s impending regression. The younger your daughter will become, the younger you will also become” Elizabeth Carols nods, accepting the news more gracefully than her daughter.

“How young will she become?” Elizabeth asks as she keeps her hand on her daughter’s soldier in an effort to calm her.

“Around a year old or a little older, we are still looking for a cure for this virus and research is looking promising. But it could be years before a cure can be found, by then your daughter will be an infant and you will once again be caring for a young child” The doctor explains. Maria feels hot tears slide down her cheeks, this was unfair. This couldn’t be happening to her, not after all the plans she had for her life.

Now they were all being destroyed because of a virus that was reducing her to a helpless, messy infant.

“Miss Carols, you will be required to wear protective garments from now on. The first thing that someone who is infected by the virus experiences is a loss of muscle control, that will begin to happen in around three to four days time, it will be minor at first and then it will increase. Until then you will have strong yearnings, infantile yearnings, for comfort and security. Due to the nature of the yearnings and how they react with the illness I would strongly recommend that you wear the protective garments, in case of an early onset of the loss of muscle control like what you had experienced in your place of work, and from any random accidents” Maria scoffs, the words ‘protective garments’ sounded so polite, so clean cut.

“Why don’t you just say that I have to wear nappies? That’s what they are, nappies. So just go ahead and say it, I have to wear nappies from now on. I’m going to want mum to baby me and comfort me at random times, I’ll want to play with toys, I might crawl around, I might cry suddenly. In simple plain layman terms I’m going to be a fucking baby! I can picture it now, I’ll be sitting outside in the front garden in just a nappy while my tits are open for a full viewing to anyone who passes by and I’ll be too mentally young to care! SO WHY DON’T YOU JUST BLOODY SAY IT!” Maria feels the strength of her outburst and she instantly regrets it, it wasn’t the doctor’s fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. The illness infected at random, there was no protection against it.

“I’m sorry, I’m just taking this hard. I was working towards a promotion and now I’m going to be spending my days filling my nappies and drooling over myself” Another squeeze of support from her mother.

“Very well, Miss Carols, you will need to wear nappies from today. Mrs Carols, you may feel a tingling in your breasts as well as noting a swelling as your body prepares to lactate. Due to the bond that the virus has created between you and your daughter then you will most likely start breast feeding her within the week, it is important that you do so regardless of her age and where she is at the time while with you. From what we have been able to learn when this happens, it helps the regression go a great deal smoother for those who are infected” Maria groans, picturing how it would look to be suckling from her mother while still an adult. Still she was grateful for one thing – she was glad she wasn’t male. When the virus infected males it tended to switch their gender around, for some reason very few males who were infected stayed male for long and if they were bonded to a male by the virus then the male they were bonded to would become a woman, and their new mother, within two weeks.

It was unknown why the virus did that, but Maria had seen it happen when a co-worker had become infected with the virus three months ago, and her husband had been bonded to her by the virus. Now she was his daughter, or rather her daughter since her husband’s physical and mental gender had been completely changed by the virus.

Many males feared the virus, there was even far fetched conspiracy theories being slammed about by men around the world that the virus had been created by women as part of getting even on men for centuries of oppression.

Highly far fetched indeed.

The virus even turned mothers into their daughter’s own child, several cases of this had been reported over the past few months. Like one mother who had been reduced to around eighteen months old while the virus had turned her daughter into her mother.

It struck at random and did things randomly, like turning friends into the mother’s of their own friends. And it only ever affected humans.

No one knew where the virus came from, it had just appeared suddenly two years ago and had already infected four thousand people before it could even be identified.

And now she had the virus. She imagined that she could feel her body already beginning to age in reverse, all of her knowledge, all of her memories, all of her education being wiped away and leaving a blank slate.

This wasn’t fair.

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First Week: After her appointment yesterday, Maria had gone with her mum to pick up the supplies that would be needed. While her mum had sorted out what was going to be needed – nappies, changing supplies, furniture for an adult sized baby as well as for an actual infant, and more – Maria walked around the modified ward that was filled with virus victims of various ages who’s virus bonded parent haven’t been found yet.

There were so many mixed scents, baby powder, the smell of clean nappies and used nappies, the kind of smells that would be linked to that of a nursery.

But there were babies of various ages and sizes here, victims of the virus where without their virus bonded parent, their regression was uneven. A virus bonded mate’s breast milk was found to help keep the regression at an even rate, allowing for a clean physical and mental reversion.

But a virus victim who’s virus bonded parent wasn’t found had an uneven regression, their minds would regress faster while their bodies took longer.

“Hewwo!” A voice says and Maria looks down to see a young woman, maybe no more than 18 years old, with a very childlike innocence in her eyes. She was wearing only a nappy and bra, and judging by the puffiness of the nappy the toddler minded young adult was in need of a change.

“Hi” Maria replies. She hoped she wouldn’t turn out this way, this was a cruel fate.

“Pway?” The young toddler minded woman asks as she holds up a soft toy that looked a little chewed on.

Maria shakes her head, her curly brown hair swaying in the soft lighting of the virus ward.

“Sorry, no. I’m a little…little…” Maria blinks as her mind goes a little fuzzy, she doesn’t hear a nurse calling to her.

“It’s okay, she’s virus bonded to me” She hears her mother say, then the fuzziness melts away and Maria giggles. “The doctor said this was likely to happen, she’s going to need a nappy” Elizabeth remarks as Maria’s adult mind slips away for a short while.

When Maria comes to several hours later she finds herself strapped to a large, adult sized car seat. Confusion sets in, she last thing she remembered was that fuzzy feeling in her head.

A loud rustling and crinkling sound brings her mind into focus and she looks down to see a thick adult sized nappy between her legs, she felt wet down there.

“Mum?” Maria asks weakly. Her eyes focus and she notes that she’s in a car.

“It’s okay, Maria, you blacked out at the hospital. You’ve been the mental age of a two year old for about five hours. Me and the nurses took care of you” Elizabeth replies from the driver’s seat up front. Feeling her coordination return in full, Maria manages to undo the car seat belts and slides out of it and onto the main car seat. Her nappy squishes a little, indicating it’s wet.

“I didn’t do anything embarrassing, did I?” She asks, while dreading the inevitable nappy change that was to come.

“I would be lying if I said no, you needed a nappy change in the first hour. You then ran around in just a nappy playing while wanting hugs and cuddles, once I got everything sorted out I got help to get you into the car seat. We’ll be home shortly” Maria looks out of the window and recognises the passing houses. Soon she would barely be able to look out of the window without help.

“I’m wet, mum” Maria whispers, feeling ashamed at her accident. She was 32, not 2. This virus was cruel.

“I know, dear, as soon as we get back to the house I’ll clean you up and change you. You’ll have to get used to being dependent on those” Maria scowls, she didn’t want to get used to it, she wanted to be cured.

“Maybe you’re happy to have your baby girl back, have me back in nappies and baby clothes. It isn’t like you haven’t said that plenty of times in the past” Maria grumbles angrily, both from the virus and from her growing discomfort in her wet nappy.

“I would be lying if I said that I’m not happy to have my baby girl back, but your life is being taken from you by a virus, no one is to blame for it” Despite her anger Maria knows her mother is right, being angry at her mother wasn’t going to solve anything.

The car stops minutes later and helping Maria from the car, Elizabeth helps her daughter inside.

“Now let’s get you cleaned up, stay right here” Elizabeth pops back to the car quickly and returns with the supplies she had gotten at the hospital, other supplies would be delivered within the next few days.

Helping Maria up to her room, despite Maria’s protests that she didn’t need the help, Elizabeth lays out the large changing mat and Maria reluctantly lies down on it.

Laying a thick nappy to the side and placing a bottle of baby powder as well as a box of wipes down beside the mat, Elizabeth undoes her daughter’s nappy and slides it away.

Maria tries not to think of what’s happening, just days ago she had been an up and coming employee for a company that was going places, now she was lying on a changing mat being cleaned up because she had wet herself and was having her nappy changed.

If it wasn’t so laughable she would cry.

Although she tries to ignore her clean up, she can feel the wipes cleaning her, then the baby powder being sprinkled and very gently applied. Lifting her leg up slightly, she hears her new nappy being moved into position and she lowers her legs.

The thick infantile garment crinkles as her mother brings it up between Maria’s legs and fastens the large tapes securely, then gently tucks the sides of the nappy in and pats her daughter’s fresh new nappy.

“Now that’s better, isn’t it? Good girl” Maria bites back a retort at being treated like this, like a helpless child, and her mother helps her up.

“Thank you” She mumbles, even though it had been humiliating, a part of her had enjoyed the tender care and was enjoying the feeling of the clean, thick garment between her legs. It felt so wrong, yet so right, as if she was truly meant to wear these.

“You’re welcome. You were very well behaved” Elizabeth replies, making Maria suddenly feel very small, and very young.

“I’m thirty two, mum, not two. I’m not a baby yet” Elizabeth hugs her, a hand moving down to pat Maria’s thickly padded backside.

“Of course you are, dear” Sighing, Maria hopes that this won’t get any worse.

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Week 1, day 5: The virus works fast. Within two days Maria finds her age dropping from 32 to 25. The doctor had said that the first three weeks would see her reducing backwards in age quickly until she reached around 13 and then the regression would slow.

For most virus victims the rate of regression from an adult to an infant was six weeks. Over the past few days she has had sudden blackouts where, according to her mum, she was mentally a very young child. Her nappy dependency was increasing.

Even though the nappy changes were awkward, though oddly nice, she found that she liked wearing them. She didn’t feel fully dressed without one on.

Since virus victims were rapidly outnumbering those who weren’t infected, then social attitudes towards the infected was poor at best. Some tended to think that the infected were spreading the virus, when in fact the virus wasn’t contagious, just free roaming and random.

The virus bonded parents didn’t want to be cooped up along with their virus bonded child, so many of the infected would go for walks and tend to their virus bonded child in public openly.

Some people who weren’t infected would take to hate attacks, blaming both the virus bonded parent and child for the virus. But the virus wasn’t fussy, eventually the uninfected would become infected.

The virus didn’t discriminate, it just infected.

The park was filled with infected and non-infected parents with their children, all enjoying the calm day. Feeling self conscious in her adult sized nappy, adult sized red and pink baby girl dress and adult sized baby booties, Maria tries to curl up in her adult sized baby stroller in the hopes she isn’t seen.

But her attempts were to no avail.

“Hi Elizabeth! Is this Maria? I heard you were both infected, Marina being your virus bonded child and you her virus bonded mother. How is she coping?” A neighbour asks after Maria’s mum sits down on a bench, Maria looking out over the park.

“As well as expected, I think today I’ll be breast feeding her, just as the doctor said I would be. She’s been a little uneven for the past few days, random blackouts where she becomes a young child mentally. I think she’s come to enjoy wearing nappies, haven’t you sweetie?” Maria nods.

“Yes, mum” She replies quietly, here she was sitting in an oversized stroller, her nappy visible to the world, and she felt as young as her clothing was making her look. Squeezing a soft toy on her lap, Maria hopes that her mother isn’t intending on changing her nappy in full view of the public, or even breast feeding her in full view of the public.

Looking over the park she sees some virus bonded parents tending to their virus bonded child, changing nappies, breast feeding, playing, tending to their needs. Maria gulps, this was her life now. And she was likely going to be showing herself off without meaning to, without a choice because of a virus.

Her stomach growls at that moment, a sound as loud as the ocean not too far away. Oh no.

“I think a certain nappy bum is hungry” Elizabeth remarks.

“No mum, please, not in public. I can wait until we get home, but please, not here in public! I’m still an adult!” Maria pleads as her mum turns the stroller around to face her and undoes the straps holding Maria into the stroller.

“Sweetie, when babies are hungry then they don’t care for waiting, they want fed there and then” Her mum remarks.

“But I’m not a baby, mum! I won’t be for a few more weeks yet!” The last strap is undone and Elizabeth helps her daughter out of the stroller and holds her gently on her lap.

“You heard the doctor, Maria, to prevent an uneven reversion I have to feed you no matter where we are” Maria feels tears springing to her eyes, she didn’t want this, not here in public.

“Please mum, please, not here! Please!” Maria cries harder, her cry a mix of hunger and horror at the idea of being babied like this in public.

“I’m sorry, dear, but it’s for your own good” Unbuttoning her shirt and unclipping a cup on her nursing bra, Elizabeth holds her daughter to her breast as she pats her daughter’s nappy.

A sweet scent fills Maria’s sense and her cries become quiet, that scent, that rich, sweet scent. She hungered for it, every inch of her was yearning for the milk. She thinks back to the ward where the infected who were becoming younger in an uneven state were without their virus bonded parent, she remembers that young woman.

“I don’t want to be like her” Maria thinks to herself, the scent so enticing. She knew her mum and the doctor were right, if she hoped for an even regression then she had to put aside her awkwardness over what the virus is doing to her and allow her virus bonded parent to help her.

Her mouth waters at the scent and gently, with care, her lips attach to the nipple and she suckles, feeling the rich, warm, creamy milk flowing into her mouth and down her throat.

“This is…nice” She thinks as she relaxes onto her feeding, her mother patting her thickly padded backside gently as she suckles. As Maria drinks, Elizabeth smiles down to her daughter, a strong maternal love filling her heart all over again for her daughter.

Her precious, beautiful daughter who was so dependent on her once again.

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Week 2, day 4: Maria, now back to 18 years old, feels the doctor finish taking her blood pressure and coos contently, forgetting herself for the moment.

“Excellent, your regression is showing an even reversion. Are you managing to adapt to the changes in your life?” She asks. Maria looks over to her mum, who a small part of her mind tended to regard as the milk giver, and smiles a little. She enduring, it wasn’t easy, but she was enduring.

“I’m doing my best” Maria replies as she feels a tiny squirt of liquid go into her nappy. Her muscle control was slipping with each day, although she wasn’t fully messing herself yet, she was having more wetting accidents. “I feel torn between the adult and the baby I’m turning back into, and the adult is losing the fight” Maria hops off the examination table and wobbles slightly, her motor coordination was a little wobbly sometimes.

Waddling over to her mother, Maria sits down beside her. It was getting pretty hard to be more grown up with each passing day, for most of yesterday she had been mentally 18 months old with very few moments of being an adult.

“Mrs Carols, the blood tests for your husband came in. It appears he has been virus bonded to a woman he works with, as her parent. He is in the counselling room coming to terms with what this means” Maria looks over to her mum, her dad was hardly ever around these days. When he had learned of his daughter and wife having the virus he had spent more time at work than at home, he was clearly trying to avoid the responsibility due to the reality of his daughter returning to infancy.

“I see” Elizabeth remarks. “Then maybe he’ll make a better mother than he did a husband and a father, he pretty much walked out on me and Maria when he learned that we were infected. I suppose this is fitting retribution for not being supportive in a time of need” Maria nods in agreement, even before the virus he hadn’t been around much.

“Well should you wish to talk to him you know where he is. Miss Carols, within a few days your regression will slow, you may notice that you will feel increasingly more infantile. At your stage of regression you are already showing signs of a conflict between the adult and the young child, if you wish you could be placed into a virus bonded child day care so that your mother can catch any rest if it becomes a strain caring for you” Maria looks to her mother who shakes her head.

“I think I’ll manage, doctor, thank you” Elizabeth says, holding her daughter’s hand which feels like it’s becoming a little smaller in her hand.

“If you’re sure. If you are in need of any more supplies then let the supply office know. I’ll see you both again next week” Elizabeth nods and says her thanks, then taking her daughter by the hand leaves the doctor’s office.

Strapping her daughter into the stroller, Maria having slipped into a younger frame of mind a few minutes ago after her nappy was changed, Elizabeth heads for the hospital exit when she bumps into her husband.

“Frank” She says coolly. “Or will it be Francis now? I’m sure you must be looking forward to the periods, the breasts and being able to give birth soon. I’m sure you’ll look lovely in a dress” Maria coos up at her father, her adult mind resting as a young child is behind the driver’s seat of her body.

“Elizze! I’m surprised to see you here” Frank replies, his eyes avoiding looking at his daughter.

“Check ups, Maria’s 18 years old now, I started breast feeding her last week. But then you wouldn’t know, nor care about any of that. At least not until your virus bonded child is latched onto your soon to develop breasts and suckling from you, that is if you don’t abandon her as well” Maria babbles happily, her legs kicking happily.

“I didn’t, I mean…I was scared!” Frank stammers, Elizabeth rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

“Excuses, Frank. Well you be telling excuses to your bonded daughter, telling her little white lies as to why you don’t love her and care for her? Maybe it is a good thing that the virus turns men into women, it might just open their eyes to what many women live through and have lived through. Here’s a word of advice for your soon to be female body, the cramps are a right bitch” Pushing the stroller past Frank, Elizabeth leaves the hospital, Maria too mentally young to understand what had just happened.

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Week 3, day 7: Kicking slightly on reflex, Maria, now ten years old, sucks on her fingers as her mother changes her nappy. A fuzziness comes into her mind and Maria blinks, the infantile mind fading away.

“Mum?” She whispers. She feels her new nappy being tucked in and patted, the feelings made her feel so secure, so safe.

“Yes sweetie?” Elizabeth asks.

“Am I going to grow up again?” Elizabeth says nothing while she disposes of Maria’s soiled nappy and cleans up. Once she’s done she replies.

“I don’t know. So far no one who has been infected has ever grown up again, nor shown any indication of growing up again. Maybe you will though” Helping her daughter up from the changing mat, she gives her regressing daughter a motherly hug, Maria cooing happily from the hug.

“I’m scared, mum” Maria says after a moment.

“I know, dear, so am I. Now how would you like to go down to the play park?” Maria smiles and nods, her eyes twinkling happily.

“Yes please!”

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Now: With help from her mum Maria hops up onto the examination bed and the doctor begins the check up. Now at eight years old, and slowly growing increasingly younger by what feels like months instead of years, Maria has adapted to her daily routine of nap times, play, bath times, feeding, nappy changes, hugs, cuddles and fun outside.

No one but the few paranoid non-infected minded when Elizabeth breast fed her child, nor minded when Maria’s nappies were changed in public and Maria was adapted to such things happening in public.

As her body inched closer to complete infancy, Maria hopes that she will grow up again. As nice as being babied and tended to was, she wanted to live her adult life again, to work hard and strive for something.

“How do you feel, Maria?” The doctor asks.

“Little, young and a little wet” Maria replies. She hiccups and feels herself shrink a tiny bit. The virus was working differently now.

“Any strange cravings?” The doctor asks.

“Some, been fancying baby rusks recently” Another hiccup, Elizabeth gets up from where she’s sitting and gently rubs Maria’s back.

“I heard that one of your old primary school teachers recently returned to infancy” The doctor comments as she examines Maria.

“Why does the virus turn people into babies?” Maria asks. “It doesn’t seem very efficient” Another hiccup, this time causing a little warmth in her nappy.

“We haven’t been able to figure that out, so far our best guess it that it’s due to a very deep yearning within all humans to be back to a point in their lives when life was uncomplicated, where we were safe and content. Those yearnings can be pretty strong” The hiccups finally stop and Maria sighs in relief, annoying things.

“I’m little more than a baby as it is, mum changes my nappies, she bathes me, feeds me, tends to my every need. I keep blacking out and being all young in mind, my motor coordination is awkward at times, my muscle control is poor. How can this virus be a good thing when it’s slowly turning our species into women and children?” Another burst of warmth in her nappy, she can feel her stomach churning.

“I don’t know, Maria, but we are determined to find out” Maria nods sadly, then blushes.

“Oopsie” She whispers as her nappy fills.

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Week 5: Focusing as best she can, Maria, now four years old, tries to get her legs to respond to her but instead of remaining standing her legs give out from under her and she falls to the ground, her thick nappy cushioning her fall.

“Mummy!” Maria cries, her vocabulary has suffered in the past week to the point where she has been forgetting many words while her speech regresses to a more infantile stage of development.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” Elizabeth asks.

“Me no walk!” Leaning forward to try and balance with her knees and hands, Maria crawls towards her mother who picks her up and cradles her.

“The doctor did say this would happen around this time, you’ll be a baby in full soon” Maria shuffles sadly, she was becoming so helpless.

“Me ikkle” She says, her understanding of speech disappearing with each day.

“And very adorable” Maria coos and cuddles against her mother, soon she would be too young to even understand that she was alive.

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Final Day: Tiny slurps from Maria as she suckles at Elizabeth’s breast can be heard in the peaceful park, she was hungry and babies didn’t wait to be fed, when they wanted fed then they were fed.

A hand patting her daughter’s nappy while another hand gently strokes her daughter’s cheek, she loved her daughter deeply.

Maria had woken up this morning crying since she could no longer talk, she had lost that ability almost a week ago. After a nappy change and morning cuddle, Elizabeth had fed her daughter and decided to take her out for a walk to see the calm day.

“My beautiful angel” Elizabeth whispers to her daughter. Seeing some movement from the corner of her eye Elizabeth looks up to see a woman who looked a little familiar, she was with a child of around ten years old.

As the woman looks at her Elizabeth smiles, her former husband now a virus bonded mother. The woman looks away as her child pats at her breasts, she was hungry.

“Maybe not such a bad virus after all” Elizabeth mummers as her former husband tends to her child’s needs.

After burping Maria and changing her nappy, Elizabeth heads home, Maria fast sleep in her stroller.

However long this virus was going to go on for, at least it did one good thing – it games older parents the chance to care for a child again.

And in her mind, that wasn’t such a bad thing.

Could you be infected?

 

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