Infected Regression ~ The Dawn of The Dusk

Chapter 1
Infected Regression ~ The Dawn Of The Dusk

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Chapter Description: The beginning and end of my Infected Regression series. Are you infected?

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Nature always has a plan

We may not see it nor understand

But the plan is always in motion.

Nature always has a plan.

Change is life. From the single cell to the dominant species on the planet, we have undergone multiple changes as we have evolved over the course of centuries. As we have evolved so have many other forms of life that share this beautiful planet with us.

Change, you see, is required by nature. Without change there is no life, there is no growth. Many humans fear change for they become too comfortable in stagnation, they see in narrow ways and try to force all of life and their own species to see in very narrow and destructive ways.

Wars have been waged because of the intolerance of men who are terrified of being unique, who fear the individuality that nature requires of all life so that it can grow and develop.

Many have been murdered for being a different sexuality, for being a different gender identity, for having a different colour of skin, for not conforming to any religion and the poisonous dogma churned out on a regular basis by delusional and power hungry control freaks.

But despite the hatred of fools and the restrictions enforced by narrow minded men over the centuries, nature continues to do as it has always done – encourage change.

Because change happens, without it there is no growth, no progress. And nature will always push for change regardless of our pathetic fears.

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Dying Months – Before The Virus:

The results were as clear as the nose on her lined face, results that she had hoped would not be a reality.

Despite the noise outside the doctor’s office, there is only silence as she reads the results again, the painful reality hitting home with the same impact as that of her husband’s death barely a year ago.

These were now her dying months, there was no cure for her condition and even if there were it would be too late, at her age her health was already in decline and has been for the past three years.

When she had been born 93 years ago the doctor’s had believed that she would not make it past her first week because her heartbeat was too weak, she had surprised them though by continuing to live.

But that was long ago and her luck had finally run out, her unusually good health was gone and she was dying as was expected for one of her age.

Her husband had died in his sleep, his last words to her before he went to sleep for the final time being a very simple three words – “I love you” – and his loss had hit her hard. They had been together for almost 70 years, their love as strong as the day they had met when they had been in their early 20s.

She had lain beside him holding his hand as it grew cold, she knew he was dead but she didn’t want to be parted from him, she had hoped that she would die that night but to her despair she had continued to live.

Now she would join him, yet part of her wasn’t ready to die yet, she wanted more time. Just a little more time.

“Miss Barrison, I feel it will be best if you reconsider your refusal to move into a care home. They can provide you the care you will need for your remaining months, it would be dangerous for you to remain in your house without care” She doesn’t listen to the doctor’s words, choosing instead to dismiss them as dim background noise.  Barely six months left to live, just six months. She would not see her 94th birthday, she would never see her great grandchildren and grandchildren again, she would never see her children again.

Six months. Not enough time.

Never enough time.

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The news is received with stony silence after she informs her surviving children – her eldest daughter and her eldest son, the other two – both sons – had died in some war decades ago.

Her surviving children – Rachel at 69 years old and Nicolas at 65 – mulled over the news while their own grandchildren could be heard in the living room being cared for by their parents.

Nicolas was on his third marriage, Rachel on her second, they both have four children and six grandchildren. A fairly large family line to say the least.

“She’s right” Rachel says after a few minutes of silence. “You haven’t been in the best of health since before dad died and because of that I don’t like the idea of you being on your own, you need care and me and Nicolas aren’t exactly in the prime of our lives any more, we wouldn’t be much help to you, you need professional care”  She hears her daughter’s words and she knows that her daughter is right, she has been having trouble and it has been a struggle, but the idea of being completely dependent on others to care for her goes against her strong independent streak.

Her mother would say that her stubborn independence was all well and good, but she would have to put her stubbornness to the side and allow others to help her when the help is needed. And the help was very much needed these days.

Yet would accepting that help make her weak? She didn’t like the idea of coming across as weak, her husband would remark that she was a handful when it came to pushing herself too hard.

“I have always taught my children to be as strongly independent as me and your father, the thought of having to let others assist me even at this time goes against everything I believe in when it comes to being independent. I don’t fancy the thought of spending my last months in some care home, having to be tended to and monitored. I saw enough of that when my parents were dying, I didn’t want to end up like them, I had hoped to die in my sleep like Tom did” If wishes were horses, she thinks to herself, she had made that wish so much on that night.

If wishes were horses.

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The days pass in their merry way and with each day she feels a little weaker, she tries to hide her increasing weakness as best as possible when in public, the sheer thought of spending the reminder of her life in some care home repulsed her.

A night after speaking to one of her few surviving friends she receives a call from someone she hasn’t met -

“Hello? Miss Barrison? My name is Carol Likn, I believe you know my great grandmother. I heard her saying barely an hour ago about your declining health and she said that she wished she could help. I might be able to help you but I am reluctant to risk anyone’s life, let alone someone who is friends with a member of my family.  But if you are willing to hear me out then could you come to this address tomorrow?”  Carol gives her an address and hangs up, she hadn’t said much but it sounded interesting.

“Why not? Not like I have a busy schedule to keep”

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The next day she steps off the bus close to the address she had been given and she makes her way to the address given, it isn’t hard to find. Most houses these days weren’t really much to look at.

The front door opens and a woman who looks to be in her late twenties steps out.

“Miss Barrison?” The woman asks, she nods. “Please, come in” With a little help she enters the house and is glad that it’s a little warm, not too warm but comfortable.

“I’m glad you came, I hope I can help you but there are risks since you would be the first human test subject and I’m worried that it could kill you. Although I will accept full responsibility since it was of my own choosing to risk you to this”

“Call me Janine. Now what exactly is it that you intend on doing?” As Janine leads her through to what she guesses is a back-room in the house she notices that Janine walks with a slight limp, she tries to recall her friend ever mentioning anything about a great grandchild being in an accident and recalls something she had been told about a great granddaughter being injured when a man had tried to rape her, only to be fought off. In retaliation her almost rapist had stamped and kicked one her legs, causing damage to the hip bone.

The man was found by police a week later but all charges were dropped due to victim blaming.

“Well I’ve been looking into a way to repair long term damage caused to the body, one idea I had was to trigger a kind of cell reversal in the damaged area which could, with luck, reset the damage to a pre-damaged condition. I was about to do the first human tests on myself but when I heard my great gran talking about how unwell you were I wondered if I could restore your health, give you a little longer. If you would like that anyway. To be honest I don’t know how well the procedure will work, if it will work at all. If you don’t want to take the chance I quite understand, it’s untested and a pretty scary prospect” Hiding her surprise at hearing that this young woman was a scientist, she didn’t look like the kind of female scientist that you saw on some TV show or a movie. She wasn’t fat by any means, but she had some weight on her, her hair was a dark blonde, and she had the most striking greenish grey eyes. She was a little taller than Janine, not by much, could be around 5’6 or so in height, and she carried herself with a strong sense of self-confidence instead of being shy.

Definitely not like what the idiot box showed.

“I’m going to die anyway, hell, I could die at any time so if I die from this then what does it matter? Just do what you need to do and let’s see if it works” Nodding respectfully, Carol points over to a soft looking chair.

“Take a seat then, I’ll get it ready to go.  If it causes any pain I am very sorry and as I said I take all responsibility” Sitting down slowly and cursing her degrading body, Janine waits for Carol to get started.  The room didn’t look like the kind of laboratory that you would expect from someone who was clearly as intelligent as Carol came across as, it was remarkably tidy with no clutter anywhere. Again nothing like what was shown on TV.

Carol approaches her and asks her to lift a sleeve which she does and what looks like some kind of sub-dermal patch is applied.

“I’m not sure how long it will take to begin applying itself to your blood, it shouldn’t take long. There is still time to back out if you want to” Looking down at the soft orange coloured patch on her skin, Janine shakes her head.

“Not backing out” With a nod of acceptance for Janine’s determination, Carol takes a seat and waits with Janine. It doesn’t take long for Janine to feel something happen, a light tingling begins to be felt, it felt oddly nice.

She mentions it and the tingling increases, then a new feeling, a feeling of her entire body beginning to change, a feeling like her skin is moving while internally her body is feeling a lot stronger.

It isn’t painful though and she raises her hands in front of her and notices that her skin is becoming smoother at a rapid pace, what had been bony looking fingers are filling out a little and looking youthful.

Looking down at her legs and chests she notices even more changes, her legs are looking smooth for the first time in years and her breasts are becoming firm, as firm as they were when she had been so much younger. Moving her hands to her face she can feel the skin tightening and becoming as smooth as it had been so long ago, her body feels energetic and as she gasps in delight she notices how young she sounds, like she’s in her twenties again or a little older.

Carol is staring at her in surprise, she had not expected this at all.

“Oh my, this is amazing, it has to be some dream, but this is amazing! I feel so different! A mirror, do you have a mirror?  Come on, lass, a mirror!” Carol just looks at her completely lost for words.

“Carol, snap out of it! A mirror!”  Shaking herself out of her shock from what she had just seen, Carol runs out of the room and returns barely a minute later with a hand mirror, handing it to Janine who screams in surprise as she sees her reflection – Gone were the signs of her 93 years of life, the wrinkles, the grey hair, the sagging skin, everything that she had gotten used to over the past few decades are gone and in their place is a woman who looked no more than in her late twenties, maybe her early thirties, the brown hair that she had fussed over in her youth restored in full.

“Do you have a bigger mirror?” She asks in a near whisper, Carol nods, still shocked, and leads Janine to her bedroom where a larger mirror above a dresser can be seen.

Again Janine gasps in delight at what she sees, she couldn’t be no older than Carol. Her former youthful figure that her now departed husband would caress and explore with loving kisses and gentle hands was restored in full, all indications of what she had seen hours ago when she had woken up are fully gone.

“I didn’t expect this to happen, I expected that you might feel better, but I didn’t expect this. If it’s okay with you I would like to take a sample of your blood and run tests, make sure that this isn’t a temporary thing. I recommend that you don’t over exert yourself in case this is a short term effect. I’ll give you my mobile number and I want you to call it on the first sign of anything happening, and I mean anything”  Janine just screams with delight and wraps her arms around Carol who is taken aback to say the least.

“THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! I don’t think there are enough ways for me to say thank you! I would kiss you if you weren’t female!” Carol takes a step back once she manages to disengage herself from Janine’s hug, she had not expected such a reaction.

“That’s quite okay. Just please let me know of any changes, if this is permanent then it’s going to be wanted by the governments who will horde it for themselves and I don’t want that to happen. I want to be certain this this is safe and then find a way to ensure that this can be given to the general public, this could be a cure for all kinds of conditions like cancer, paralysis and more. The magnitude of what I’ve created could help billions” Janine returns to the back-room laboratory with Carol who takes a sample of blood and gives Janine some new clothes since her previous clothes aren’t fitting as well as they did, after assurances that she will contact Carol at the first sign of trouble, Janine leaves the house and goes on a shopping trip. There were things she wanted to try out.

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Begin:

She wondered what her departed husband would think if he saw her now, a woman in her physical prime of life again, examining the manual for a vibrator while curled up on her bed in just a pair of very lacy underwear. Would he be turned on or disturbed? Hard to say.

“Okay, let’s try this thing.  Not as good as a living, breathing man but it will do. Maybe I can find some sex hungry man to give me some joy tomorrow”

As Janine experiences feelings that she’s missed for years, the couple next door can hear her groans and cries of pleasure.

“Tomorrow morning we are getting you something to give that limp worm of yours a new life” The wife remarks to her husband when the screams of pleasure get even louder.

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Restful, satisfied groans can be heard from her bed as Janine wakes up gradually, she felt incredible. Looking over to the pictures of her deceased husband next to her bed she reaches out a hand and strokes them fondly.

“Good morning, love, wish you were here as I always do. The things we could do” A frown, her arm looked different and her voice sounded different, it sounded younger, much younger, almost teen-like.

Throwing the covers to the side, the sex toys she had been using during the night being scattered, Janine approaches her dresser mirror and her eyes widen in surprise. There wasn’t a woman in her late twenties, early thirties looking back at her, but a young woman of eighteen years old or near about that age.

Ignoring her somewhat nakedness, Janine runs through to where she had thrown her coat and handbag and digs out her phone. Quickly finding Carol’s number she calls it and a groggy voice answers:

“Yes?”

“Carol, it’s me, Janine, something’s happened, something really surprising.  Yes, it is me, I know I sound different, I’m practically a kid again! Sure, I’ll wait here for you to arrive” Feeling something odd Janine looks down and sees that she’s wetting herself, the warm liquid running down her legs.

“Carol, something’s very wrong, get here fast, please”

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It took Carol about half an hour to arrive, by then Janine had managed to clean up her accident and was glad that another one hadn’t happened. Once Carol is inside, who is shocked to see a teenager greeting her at the door instead of the grown woman who had left her house yesterday, Janine tries to explain what had happened to the best of her knowledge, but none of it made any sense and she couldn’t explain why she felt that she had forgotten something within herself, something that had been part of her since she was a young child.

“I’m still waiting on results from the tests I did on your blood last night, this should be done soon. It might be best for you to come back to the house with me, I need to do more tests. Do you have anything protective in case of another accident?” Shuffling her feet and looking every bit the eighteen year old or close to she was now, Janine gives a small nod, she looked embarrassed at even mentioning it.

“My daughter thought I should consider getting some protection in case of any muscle control issues as I got older, I never used them, they’re still in the cupboard in the spare room. Do I have to? I mean I’m not exactly a baby” She winces at how young she sounds as she speaks, she felt every bit as young as she looked and that feeling that something was missing was very strong.

Placing a hand gently on the young woman’s shoulders, Carol tries to speak in a reassuring tone.

“Janine, if your return to a young age is causing a loss of muscle control then it would be for the best. At least until I can figure out what’s happened and how to fix it, it’s better than ruining any of your clothes. Go and get them, take a whole pack if you must or two of them, we’ll stop off for any additional supplies on the way to my house. I’ll fix this” She tries to avoid promising since this was unexpected, and looking at Janine now she found herself feeling strangely motherly to the young woman who barely looked old enough to drive, let alone be old enough to be out of school.

Nodding reluctantly to Carol’s reason, Janine goes through to the spare room to grab what she needs and returns with two packs of adult nappies, Carol hoped that they would fit Janine.

“If I...If I wet myself again will you...” Janine takes a breath and almost mumbles the words. “Will you change me?” An impulse in her wanted to say no, yet another impulse said something she didn’t expect:

“Yes, sweetie, I will. If you want I could help you with getting one of them on, if you want” Janine looks up to her, she was a little shorter than Carol, and smiles, looking younger than she was.

“Yes please” Finding a big enough bag to place the packs into, Janine heads out to the car while Carol wonders why she’s feeling so maternal towards the previously elderly, now young, woman.

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After buying some supplies and returning to her house, Carol helps Janine into a thick nappy, which Janine giggles at to Carol’s surprise, it was like Janine was acting a lot younger than her physical age was hinting at, and checks on the results of the blood tests.

What she sees is another surprise.

“What do the results say?” Janine asks while Carol is checking them over again to be certain.

“It’s hard to explain, but I’ll try. Janine, the blood sample if showing signs of a massive cellular reversal, it’s like the cells are reverting to a younger stage of development at a rapid rate and by all appearances it’s behaving in a natural pattern instead of a forced pattern, and I’m seeing a trace of something else. Have you heard about the news of an unusual virus that has been spreading in the past few weeks?” Janine thinks for a moment and nods, she had been hearing something about it on the news. A virus had appeared from nowhere and any male it infected would become fully female in not just sex, but internal gender as well.

Research into the virus showed that the virus wasn’t created by artificial means, it simply existed. Tests done on females showed that the virus was also in their system, but there were no clear indications of any changes happening to them, at least nothing that could be seen at this time.

Several groups led by scared men were accusing radical feminist groups of creating the virus as a means to getting back at men for the centuries of oppression, but the radical feminist groups were denying any links to the virus, they were as surprised about it as everyone else.

“Well it appears that the virus is in your bloodstream, I will have to take another blood sample and I will take a sample from myself as well. I think it will be best if you stay at the house for now in case you get hurt, or if you get any younger or both” Instead of arguing Janine simply agrees and goes with Carol to sort out the second bedroom next to Carol’s bedroom, if she was going to keep getting younger than it would be best to be close by to any help, even if it meant wearing nappies.

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After the fourth nappy change and supper, Janine heads to bed while Carol starts the next set of blood tests, they would take a while to be ready for review.

Once done she decides to head to bed and finds herself checking in on Janine, as she watches the young woman sleep she feels a strong protectiveness for her, but why was she feeling so protective?

Something was wrong and she was determined to find out.

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Bonded:

“Carol” A small nudge gets the reply of a groan. “Carol, wake up please, need changing, Carol” Another groan. “Carol, please wake up, please, I don’t know how to change myself, and I’m younger than I was, please wake up, please Carol, please mummy! PLEASE!” Janine catches herself, had she just called Carol ’mummy’? Everything felt different to her, when she had woken up she had noticed that her nappy was almost completely soaked through and she had also noticed that she was younger, around twelve years old or so.

Her breasts were little more than tiny bumps and she had shrunk, the house was bigger now and she felt scared, and cold.

“MUMMY! I NEED YOUR HELP! MUMMY!” There it was again, it was like part of her was changing mentally, she didn’t see Carol as the woman who was helping her, she was seeing her as her mother.

“In a minute, sweetie” Carol groans. Climbing up onto the bed, despite her soaked nappy weighing her down a little, Janine crawls to Carol and nuzzles her, Carol was so big compared to her.

“Mummy, I’m wet, please change me” Opening her eyes slowly Carol groans again, her brain trying to shake off her fatigue. Then she opens her eyes more as she sees the child next to her.

“Janine?” The child nods and smiles, she looked so young!

“Need changing, mummy, I don’t know how to change myself. Help me please” Pushing herself up and wondering if she’s dreaming, Carol looks at the child who couldn’t be no more than twelve years old, maybe eleven. There was very little hint of the young woman from yesterday, where there had been a young woman of a trim figure with fully developed breasts and long brown hair was now a child on the cusp of puberty, she was wearing a large pyjama top with an over sized t-shirt and a soaked through adult sized nappy that was being held on by a small hand, she looked to all intents and purposes almost like a toddler.

And why was Janine referring to her as ’mummy’? Was she losing her memory?

“Janine, why are you calling me mummy?” Janine smiles and hops up, her left hand barely keeping the nappy from falling onto the bed.

“Because you’re my mummy!” Something clicks in Carol’s mind at that second and she smiles warmly, this was her daughter, very much so. Yet at the same time she knew that she wasn’t, that something was wrong and she needed to find out what had happened.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and changed, up we go” Getting out of bed and helping Janine down, she takes her daughter through to her daughter’s room to tend to her.

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After Janine is cleaned and placed in a fresh nappy,it had taken some effort to adjust the adult nappy to now fit the much younger and smaller child who didn’t mind at all that she was wearing a nappy, Carol checks on the results and what she sees is yet another surprise.

“Janine!” Carol calls out and Janine comes running, she looked so much younger than she was in her large t-shirt and nappy peeping out at times from underneath.

“What is it mummy?” Janine asks, Carol shows her the results which Janine finds confusing, what did it all mean?

“I think I know what’s happened. When I applied the patch and the process began to kick in, you had been infected with the new virus at the exact same time, somehow the virus and my patch once it started to mix into your bloodstream bonded and the virus adapted to it, they became a new virus.

The reason it’s making you so young is because I’m infected as well, but where you’re getting younger the virus is changing my neural structure and turning me into your mother. That’s why I’ve been feeling maternal towards you since yesterday, the younger you get the stronger these feelings become. Eventually we will be completely mother and daughter, there won’t be any differences remaining from before the virus had changed in your bloodstream.

I still need to run more tests but it is very possible that the virus’s mutation could become more widespread, it’s very likely that it could be airborne” Janine tries to understand, only to start babbling as her mind feels hazy.

“Janine? Are you okay?” Clapping her hands happily, Janine babbles incoherently and drops to the floor, her nappy cushioning much of the impact.

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Rocking gently as Janine sleeps, Carol tries to read over the new blood test results, Janine’s cellular reversion had changed again, there was a strong indication that Janine was reverting to an infant at a rapid rate and if her mental age over the past several hours was any indication then it was more than physical.

What was she going to do about this information? If the virus was now going to make people younger than she had to get the word out, but what would happen then?  She hadn’t meant for this to happen, all she had wanted to do was to give a dying old woman her health back, she hadn’t wanted to become a mother practically over night and she hadn’t expected to be changing nappies and caring for a child who was becoming increasingly infantile.

Shifting the sleeping weight that she is cradling and patting the thickly padded bottom that she has changed three times already today, Carol reaches for her TV remote, the TV having been on with the volume turned down so not to wake Janine, and flicks through the channels and stops at the news, and sees the report – the changed virus was already at work, reports were coming in of people over the age of eighteen showing behavioural changes for brief periods of time, the behaviour is noted as being infantile in nature and muscle control loss is common in those showing those behaviours.

The virus was fast at work, very fast.

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The reports keep coming in over a number of days, elderly men and women who are infected are waking to find themselves decades younger, although for the men they are also noticing that their bodies are undergoing additional changes as their genetic sex and internal gender identities are changing to female at a rapid pace.

The virus hits worldwide and males around the world are panicking, trans-men are voicing fear at what this means for them and there is a showing rate of suicides from those who refuse to undergo such involuntary changes.

As Janine returns to infancy while her children themselves are infected, the reports continue to come in.

Deciding to risk the backlash, Carol reports her research, her findings and joins in helping find a way to reverse the virus’s spread and effects, with no success.

A year passes, two years and the last man is reported to be infected. Half of the human population has been reduced to baby girls, the other half are bonded mothers. Those under the age of eighteen years do not show any sign of infection until they hit eighteen years of age, some return to infancy while others find themselves becoming fully female, if they are male. They do not become a bonded mother until later.

Those who become younger and are without their bonded mother revert in an uneven way. As research continues it is found that if the bonded mother breast feeds her bonded child then the reversion is more stable.

More research finds that the virus is causing even more changes, changes that are very shocking to say the least. The ageing rate for adults over the age of eighteen years has been slowed, their immune systems strengthened considerably, and those who became infants are ageing again.

A century passes and the virus seems to have disappeared, and more surprises are discovered.

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Evolution:

Smiling at her daughter in the front row, Carol Likn takes a deep breath and speaks into the microphone:

“I stand before you today with what we believe to be the final piece of research into the Change Virus. The news I have may not go down well but everyone must know.

As we know after the last man was changed by the virus, the male sex and gender is no more, attempts to bring them back have failed. At first this discovery brought about a fear that the human race would die out in a single generation, but research found that we are ageing at a much slower rate.

As our children have grown once again, a question has appeared as to how will our species reproduce? I am here to answer that question.

The virus has changed our reproductive systems completely, these changes have taken time and it only within the past month have we been certain of our findings. We are now a fully Asexual species, our bodies can create new life at any time when we are ready to bring new life into the world, that new life will be like us in regards of the changes that we have lived with since the changes of the virus due to my research many years ago.

The virus has changed much in the species, from the erasure of the male sex and gender to our slow ageing, and now to changing the very nature of sexuality within the species.

And there is a new discovery to add to this, those of us who became bonded mothers are becoming younger, we are turning into our daughter’s children and they will become our new mothers. Why this is happening is unknown but over the past week I have become ten years younger, and as you can see by the bulk between my legs I am already at the stages of muscle control loss.

But I am sure many of you are finding that out for yourselves.

What does the future hold for the human race? Only time will tell.

Now if you’ll excuse me I really need changing”

Several chuckles can be heard and calls of agreement from previously virus bonded mothers who themselves are in need of assistance.

Stepping down from the podium, Carol goes over to her daughter who smiles proudly at her.

“And all because I wasn’t ready to die” Janine whispers.

“So few ever are”

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New life is born a few years later, the first in so long, and as the previously virus bonded mother’s fully complete their return to infancy, the new mothers continue the research and progress of the newly evolved human race.

For in change there is adaptation and in adaptation there is progress. And nature loves change.

Have you been infected?

Have you?

 

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