Dafi's Regression (Chapter 8)

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Chapter 8 = Deterioration: It was her day off so Dafi hadn’t bothered setting an alarm. So when she wake up after almost 10 hours on the couch, she was momentarily confused on where she was and what had happened the night before. She knew she had drunk a bit much, much more than she usually did, but clearly it was for good reason after the events of the day before. She stretched and yawned like she did every morning... but then she felt it...

It was similar to the feeling she had felt while on Joker yesterday, but colder... and clammier. It didn’t feel like the warmth that she had felt the day before... it felt sticky...

Terrified to look, Dafi forced herself to do so! She opened her eyes and was horrified by what she saw! Her crotch and the couch beneath her was totally and completely soaking wet!

“No!” She couldn’t help herself as she yelled the word out. She recoiled a little from the big stain on her couch, but she couldn’t escape the sticky wetness that covered her crotch, butt, and lower legs. Dafi hopped off the couch and pulled her pants down to survey the damage even more. To her shock, her lower legs and butt were clammy and sticky and her panties were completely damp all the way through. “This can’t be happening!” Dafi yelled out. “It can’t be! This is too insane!”

First she’d had an accident during her lesson, then she’d received the care-package with the pull-ups in them, now she was even having accidents in her sleep like some little toddler bed wetter! Dafi couldn’t help herself as she started to cry. (Which did not make her feel better about proving herself as an adult.) No one else was around so she didn’t care much what she did. She’d already peed her pants while she slept, it’s not like crying would be the most embarrassing thing she’d done even if someone did see her.

A strange sense of overwhelming misery overtook Dafi as she sat back down on her couch right in the wet spot. She tried her best to stay calm, and a part of her realized that despite the embarrassing thing she’d done she was overreacting. Despite that, she just couldn’t help herself. Dafi began screaming and crying simultaneously.

IT JUST WASN’T FAIR! ANY OF IT!

She was... is an adult! She should not be acting this way. These strange things should not be happening to her. She was a strong independent grown woman! And yet... this strong independent grown woman screams her little head off in her apartment as she pounds her fists on the couch sitting in her urine soaked panties. She is throwing what can only be referred to by anyone who has ever taken care of a child... as a temper tantrum.

Dafi blushes even more as she feels a little bit of extra warm wetness squirt into her already soaked panties as she screams. She was getting so worked up that she even peed herself a little bit more than she already had while she was sleeping. Internally though, Dafi knew something was seriously wrong. Despite the adult she still kinda felt like, she would never normally react like this... something inside of her was changing... she was starting to become more and more childish...

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At least 20 minutes later, the exhausted Dafi was a little tuckered out. She had kept crying and screaming until she had completely run out of energy. Now she just sat there a little bit in shock, somewhat unable to believe the tantrum she had just had and been unable to control.

Tantrum; that was truly the only word for it. She had cried in the past, many times obviously, but she hadn’t cried like that in years. Not since she was a little little kid and could barely understand the concept of something being truly unfair for her. What was wrong with her?

The exhausted young woman with puffy red eyes forced herself to get up off the couch and undress until she was naked. She dumped her soggy clothes into the laundry and quickly scrubbed down the two damp couch cushions with a sponge. When she was finally done with cleanup she proceeded to the shower and rinsed the urine as well as some of the stress off of her body.

She had to get herself under control... this was getting out of hand. She wanted to tell herself that it was just all in her head; caused by stress, but she knew it wasn’t. Violet’s strange words, and that mysteriously reappearing care package was enough to prove that to her. In a strange way it was actually a bit of a comfort. She had had two accidents within the past 24 hours in her pants, but she knew the accidents weren’t her fault. It was whatever Violet had done to her. It couldn’t really be magic... could it?

Perhaps the girl had been taking a course in psychology hypnosis. Or perhaps she had somehow found a way to drug her water bottle during their lesson... There had to be some explanation... Magic wasn’t real... right..?

Dafi did her best to try to shake off her nervous feelings and went to her closet. She reached for the handle... and her hand slid off of it.

“That was weird.” She said aloud. Then she tried it again, but the same thing happened. Her hand slipped right off the handle of her closet. She tried it one more time, this time with her other hand but it had a similar result. It was as if her hands had lost some of their coordination. The frustrated young woman tried a couple more times until finally on the fifth try she was able to get the closet door open but only when she gripped the handle tightly with both of her hands at the same time.

As she pulled the door open Dafi was horrified at her lack of ability to do so with just one hand. Was this old age catching up with her already??! Or something else entirely...

“Hehehe...” It was very faint, but at that moment Dafi could swear that she could hear a young girl or young woman’s laughter drifting on the wind coming through her bedroom window... 

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