7 day regression

This story is pure fiction

I can only think now. I don't need any help with that. Everything else on the other hand, I can hardly do or need help doing, and some I can't do at all. By the way, my name is Jeff or little Jeffrey as my wife, now "mommy", calls me. Last week she brought my body to the age of 18 months. That means I'm practically a baby or a guy in a large baby like body. That also means that I am unable to control bowel and bladder and do a few other things like walking or talking. But what amazes me the most is that she did it in seven days.

Day one

The night before she had put headphones on me while I was in bed. I pretended not to notice. They played a very relaxing rhythm and before I knew it, I was sleeping like, well like a baby. When I woke up the headphones were gone and I was laying in a puddle of pee. As soon as I realized this I jumped up and without thought or control, I started to pee again. As this happened, my wife and said "god, Jeff what are you doing!"
" I don't know" I responded as something else happened. I started to crap myself. My wife left but then came Back with an adult diaper in one hand and diaper supplies in the other. "no way am I going to go back in those" I said, realizing the inevitable
My wife responded "are you sure about that, honey. Look at yourself, you just wet and messed yourself" she gave me that sort of look that both questions and controls you at the same time. I said fine and gave in to her unknown plan. I was diapered and the rest of the day went on as I both wet and messed my diapers and changed them every now and then. That night she snuck in and put on headphones and played the same thing as the night before.

Day two

I woke up to the same thing as yesterday morning except for the wet and messy diaper and the fact that I was crying for no reason. I got my self together and went to change. after that, I poured cereal into a bowl and poured milk in with the cereal. I got a spoon and and got a spoonful of cereal and as the spoon got close to my face, it some how got all over my chin and shirt. My wife saw this and with a slight smile, asked "are you okay, honey, do you need help?" I of course said no and tried again, ending with the same results. When this happened, she giggled slightly and then came over, took the spoon and started to feed me. For some reason, I enjoyed this and at lunch and dinner she feed me again and I didn't question it. And throughout the day the same thing happened like yesterday except every time I messed my diapers I let out a wail. The same thing happened this night like it did last night and the night before.

Day three

I woke up today like I did yesterday. In soggy, crappy diaper, crying. I got up, changed and went for breakfast. I poured my self a glass of milk and went to my chair at the table. After my wife feed me, I reached for my glass of milk and tried to drink it. But I ended up pouring it all out on me. My wife let out a laugh and said " if your going to do that I'm forced to make you drink from this" she handed me an adult sized baby bottle. I asked her why she had that and she said that seeing what happened yesterday, she went ahead and got this. She handed me the bottle and I received it with both hands eagerly and began to suck on it immediately. And like the feeding, I instantly liked it. I went to bed that night with a bottle and fell asleep in seconds

Forth day

Today I woke up in same situation as the three mornings before so I'm not going into much detail today as I have well except for one major thing. I was compelled by myself to play with baby toys. I don't know when or where she got them but my wife had put them on the floor some time during breakfast. And I just sat down and played with them. The day went as usual except with more playing. And the same last as last night happened.

Day five

This day went like yesterday except with some minor standing problems. But except for that, nothing really major happened.

Day six

I awoke to Much the same, but when I got off the bed, my legs wouldn't hold me. I fell to the floor and wailed. I couldn't stop it. I just sat there and wailed. My wife finally came in and started to change my diapers. Then while changing me, she told me that she is making me a baby again. She said that the reason you just fell out of the bed was that my muscles are now weak and I couldn't stand any more and the reason nothing big was different yesterday was because the weakness was a major step and needed two days to take effect. After she laid the bomb about becoming a baby on me, she started to dress me in baby clothes. Well since I couldn't stand, I had to crawl around. The day went as I has been except for the crawling. But except for that it went the same as yesterday.

Day seven and later

I awoke to find that I could not say full words, only baby babble.

This was the start of the rest of my life. But there is one thing I have never gotten. Why didn't she regress my mind.