Her age regression continued unabated as the breast milk worked it's way down into her stomach and from there into her system. The diaper changed into that something a infant would wear to that of what a newborn would wear. Her clothes shifted until she was wearing a gown that had snaps going up the front and covered her from the feet all the way up to her neck; even her hands were covered by little mittens.
As the change slowed down, she felt several needs wash over her and she just gave into them and lost herself in this body.
As she wet herself, a woman voiced cooed from above, "Ohhhh, some little ladies made a mess of herself." At this point hands came down and undid the gown and then the diaper was pulled off.
A smell baby powder reached her nose, but she was unable to recognize it. After that a fresh diaper was put on her and as the snaps were refastened the female voice cooed, "Someones lost the remains of their umbilical cord."
Afterwards she felt a motion and she was lifted up into the hair and gentle rocking motion plus a soft lullaby sent her off to dream land.