Wow! How do i get sucked into the start of an age regression fic?

My favorite form of self care is when diaper squishy~

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Luckily Penny didn’t mind. She really only cared about shopping for more cute dresses, so Cri let her stay in her dirty diaper. Good girls showed off their messed diapers anyway. Cri felt amazing at the opportunity to rise another diaper destroyer princess.

The big fluffy dressed enveloped Penny, if you didn’t care about how skimpy it was below the waist, but that was for easy diaper check. Speaking of diaper checks Penny bent down grunting. Mess flooded her diaper, sagging it so it was clearly visible below her dress.

Sucking mindlessly, while mommy took off his clothes and wiped up his peepee, his only thought was when he would get a cute dress.
Penny was so obedient when Cri dressed her. Cri didn’t know her former name, but it hardly mattered when Penny couldn’t say a word over a single syllable.

She grabbed his hand, while he tried to figure out why his pants felt cold. She led him to a nice private bathroom. He looked around as the last of his big boy thoughts disappeared entirely.
Before he started sucking his thumb Cri gave him a cute paci to keep him busy while she cleaned him up.

The sweet stench of urine wafted from his now ruined jeans. "Ope! Looks like somebody made a peepee! Don’t you worry mommy will get you all cleaned up, and maybe some more appropriate clothes. No girl should be wearing those rags.”

He was getting to that cute point where their eyes unfocused, staring into the distance with unknowing eyes. Soon the virus would destroy his potty training. Cri saw that he was already fidgeting, holding his crotch while doing the peepee dance, and... Hisssssss.

"Abwuh," drool dripped from his mouth, while he tried to form big girl words. The virus ravaged his speech center, making sure he never spoke like a grown up again.
"Just nod, baby." He nodded. That's good. some people just don't realize when to submit, luckily this one didn't have any problems.

It spread like wildfire. First it destroyed his memory. He looked around confused on where he was going or where he came from. Cri beckoned him over. No matter how much people fight it no one could resist when a big breasted women beckoned them. "You lost, Sweetie?" Cri asked as he came over.

He clearly didn't want to look at the cute dresses, but they just caught his eye, and the baby stuff was just because he liked babies. Cri took her opportunity; she implanted the virus in his neuro chip.

One sold baby stuff, the other pretty dresses. It wouldn't be hard to spot a soon to be princess.
She watched as a skinny boy came along. Minimal cybernetics far as Cri could tell, but basically everyone had a neuro chip. His golden blonde hair would look beautiful as soon as mommy could brush it.

Since code and one's flesh were pretty much one and the same these days all Cri had to do was to find someone that, even subconsciously, wanted to be mommy's little princess. Not only did her spot have shade, but it happened to lay right in front of two tents.