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Zatanna tittered. Having a sweet, prissy little dolly would be soooo cute.
"Klatybab reh htiw rrehto sserger nac ohw ecal elprup ni ednolb deniarb-ybab elttil yztid a si Hanid!"
"Wha - ooooo! OOOOOO!" Dinah's voice become even higher and giggly as her tits and ass swelled and her body shrank.
In a moment, she toppled over, landing on her well-padded rump.
"Dinah faw down!" the girl squealed, her voice devolving into a string of giggles.
Zatanna licked her lips as she stared at the busty babydoll in front of her. Dinah had a plump round face, full of all her adorable baby fat, and her body had the same adorable plumpness in all the right places, including a huge pair of tits. She looked like
a sexy teenager, though one with the mindset of a giggly prissy bimbo-baby. Her blonde hair done-up as a mass of bright blonde sausage curls and she had a big purple lace bow in her hair, and wore a huge Victorian baby dress of pink lace with the most adorable
lacy gloves and shiny black shoes. Her eyelids were a delicate purple too, as well as her big wet lips.
Dinah popped her thumb into her mouth and began to loudly suck as she stared at "Mommy Zatanna."
"Aren't you the sweetest thing," Zatanna cooed as she tossled the girl's hair. "We're going to make you some friends."
"Fwends?"
"That's right, babydoll."
When certain people heard Dinah's babytalk-babble, their minds would regress just like hers.
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