Wednesday, January 15, 2014

About...Regression and Diapers

I am very aware that for the most readers of my Blog - all that has to do with diapers, regression sound very strange. A very strange addiction, and for some it turns in their thinking even to a very bad part of fantasy some have. But if you have a look at the following story that i will post here, because it has to survive the normal loss of the internet, and should be spreaded, you may think different a bit about that whole topic...

The babying of Barbara Leto - Part 1

Premise: Barbara Leto is a 48 year old divorced woman with short blonde
hair, and a little on the heavy side. She had 2 daughters, Dawn, age 22,
and Stephanie, age 18 living with her. Both of them are tired of their
mother’s whining and acting like a big baby. Sometimes they felt that
they are the adults and their mother is the child. One weekend, they
decide to do something about it.

One Saturday morning, Barbara Leto woke to find that her eldest
daughter, Dawn, had made breakfast. Dawn had made eggs, toast, bacon,
home fries, orange juice, and coffee, Barbara’s favorite type of
breakfast. Barbara and Dawn eat breakfast together. Dawn told Barbara to
sit, read the newspaper, while she cleaned up the dishes. After cleaning
up, Dawn announced that she had drawn Barbara’s bath for her. Barbara
never took baths in the morning, but thanked her daughter anyway.
Barbara entered the bathroom and found that Dawn had drawn her a bubble
bath. Gratefully, Barbara removed her robe and night gown, sank into the
warm, soapy water. Dawn stood outside of the bathroom, waiting.

Finally, she heard her mother cry out with kaughter, “What the hell is

When Dawn entered the bathroom, she saw Barbara holding a yellow, rubber
duck in her hand.

Smiling, Dawn said, “That’s something for you to play with while you
take your bath.”

“But Dawn,” replied Barbara, “I gave that to you to entertain you while
I bathed you when you were just a baby.”

Kneeling down next to the tub, Dawn responded, “That’s right, Sweetie.
Now you can play with it while I bath you.”

Dawn picked up a wash cloth and began to rub soap on it.

“You’re not going to wash me!” said Barbara, getting a little angry at
her daughter. “Now get out before I er...before I spank you.” ordered
Barbara has she started to stand.

“You sit down babykins, before I spank you.” commanded Dawn.

Barbara started to get out of the tub. The soapy water running down her
body. “Like hell you’re going to spank me.”

“That’s it.” Dawn said as she grabbed Barbara’s ear.

Before Barbara knew it, Dawn was dragging her out of the tub and into
her own bedroom. Dawn sat down on the queen-size bed and pulled her
naked mother over her lap. Using just the palm of her hand, Dawn
proceeded to spank her mother’s bare, wet bottom. Barbara’s bottom was
bright red by the third slap and she was cursing her daughter. By the
seventh slap, Barbara was crying and begging Dawn to stop. Dawn spanked
Barbara for a full minute. Finally, she stopped and Barbara rolled off
her lap and onto the floor. She knelt in front of her daughter, rubbing
her bottom with one hand and trying in vain to stop the flood of tears
with the other.

Shaking her finger at her mother, Dawn said, “I’m going to bath you. If
you misbehave again, babykins, you’ll get another spanking. Do you
understand? Now, get into the bathroom.”

Feeling defeated, Barbara stood and started to walked towards the
bathroom. She only walked two steps before she found herself being
hauled over Dawn’s lap again.

Beginning to spank her mother’ sore red bottom again, Dawn said angrily,
“”Babies crawl and you are a baby!”

Barbara cried and said, “All right, I’ll crawl! Stop spanking me Dawn!”

Dawn continued the spanking as she commanded, “”Babies speak baby-talk.
And you will call me ‘Mommy’.”

“I won’t talk like a baby! And I definitely won’t call you ‘Mommy’!”
wailed Barbara.

Barbara refusal lasted for a few more slaps to her already sore bottom.
In moments Barbara cried out, “Pleeze ‘Mommy’, stop spanking baby! I’ll be good baby!”

Dawn stopped the spanking. Barbara got down on all fours and crawled to
the bathroom. Dawn sat her into the soapy water and began to bath her.
Barbara sat there, holding onto the rubber duck, feeling totally
humiliated. Dawn bathed her mother with Ivory baby soap, and did her
hair with baby shampoo. When the bath was done, Dawn dried her and then
had her crawl to Barbara’s bedroom. Laying her on the bed, Dawn put a
large towel under her bottom.

Shaking her finger at Barbara, Dawn ordered, “Don’t you dare move, Baby
Barbie. Mommy will be right back.”

Barbara turned bright red being referred to as “Baby Barbie”. It was so

Dawn left the room only to return minutes later. Barbara was to scared
to move off the bed. She laid there waiting for her daughter’s return.

Dawn stood over Barbara holding a pair of scissors and said, pointing to
Barbara’s pubic hair, “That will haveta go.”

Barbara cried out, “No! you’re not going to shave me!”

“Does Baby Barbie wantum Mommy to spank baby again?”

Barbara just shook her head, “No.” She laid there sobbing as Dawn slowly
clipped away all of Barbara’s pubic hair, leaving a stubble. Once
reduced to a stubble, Dawn smeared shaving cream on it and shaved the
remaining hair away. When Barbara looked at her pubic area, she was as
hairless as a newborn baby.

“Dere,” cooed Dawn, “Mommy take all dat nasty hair away from Baby Barbie.”

Barbara continued her sobbing as Dawn prepared to dress her. Taking baby
lotion and baby powder, Dawn rubbed it all over her mother’s bottom and
pubic area. Rolling Barbara onto her stomach, Dawn inserted two
suppositories into Barbara’s bottom.

“What’s that for? I don’t need that!” wailed Barbara.

“Hush, Baby Barbie. Mommy knows best.” cooed her daughter.

Barbara laid there as Dawn inserted the suppositories. Barbara let out a
yip at the invasion. Next, Dawn rolled Barbara onto her back. Then she
lifted an item and showed it to her mother. Barbara started to cry, for
Dawn was holding an adult size pamper. She intended to have Barbara wear

Barbara shook her head and cried out, “No!, Please don’t make me wear

Smiling, Dawn replied, “But Baby Barbie, all babies wear diapers. that’s
because they’re not potty-trained. And you being a baby, you’re not
potty-trained now, are you.” It was a statement, not a question.

Barbara shook at the thought, Dawn wanted her not only to wear the
pamper, but to use it like a baby too. Dawn lifted Barbara’s bottom off
the mattress and slid the pamper under her. Gently she laid Barbara on
it, spread her legs apart, pulled the front up between her legs, and
taped the ends together. Barbara was encased in a baby pamper. The
thickness of the pamper prevented Barbara from closing her legs, so she
laid there with her legs spread apart. Next, Dawn put on her mother a
white tee-shirt and red shorts, covering the pampers. White ankle high
socks and sneakers were put on. A little red, plastic baby bow was
placed in the center of her short blonde hair, completing her ensemble.

The pampers made the shorts look inflated. And if Barbara bent a little,
the pamper could be seen sticking out the leg opening in the back.

“You look so sweet, babykins.” cooed Dawn as she took Barbara’s wrists
and stood her up.

Barbara felt foolish being dressed this way.

“Baby looks so sweet this way, that ‘Mommy’ will just haveta take
pictures of baby.” cooed Dawn.

Dawn took several Polaroid pictures of Barbara dressed as a baby.
Barbara stood there crying as Dawn took the pictures. When she showed
Barbara the photos, Barbara started to cry louder.

“We’re going shopping now, Baby Barbie.” announced Dawn.

Barbara shook her head “No”. and replied, “Dawn,” but a look from Dawn,
Barbara quickly changed her mind and said, “I mean ‘Mommy’, I don’t
wanta go shopping dressed this way. Please.”

Dawn just smiled and took Barbara’s wrist. She led her mother to the
pick-up truck. Opening the passenger side door, Dawn sat her in the seat
and secured the safety belt on her. Once in the driver seat, Dawn pulled
from her purse a baby’s pacifier. Without hesitating, she inserted it
into Barbara’s mouth.

“Suck, Baby Barbie unless you want ‘Mommy’ to spank baby again.” ordered

Barbara crouched down in the seat as she started to suck on the baby
pacifier. Dawn back out of the driveway and started to drive down the

Dawn drove to a supermarket several miles away, one that she or Barbara
never went to. After parking, Dawn exited from the truck and went to the
passenger side. Once there, she discovered that Barbara had undid her
safety belt.

Slapping her hand, Dawn said angrily, “You naughty baby. Babies no touch
the safety belt.” Shaking her finger at her, Dawn continued, “Baby
Barbie, that’s a No-No.”

Dawn took Barbara’s wrist and helped her out of the truck. Once she was
out, Dawn slipped on her mother a baby harness, complete with a leash
that attached in the back.

“Take that offa me.’ ordered Barbara.

“But Baby Barbie,” cooed Dawn, “that’s so baby no gets lost in store
without Mommy.”

Dawn walked over to the carts. “If baby no wantum to wear this,” she
said hold up the harness, “ then Baby Barbie will just haveta get into
cart so her no gets lost.”

With tears started rolling down her cheeks, Barbara cried, “Alright
Dawn, er...I mean ‘Mommy, I’ll wear the harness.”

Dawn carefully attached the harness to Barbara with the leash in her
back. Barbara walked close to her daughter and slumped a little,
reducing her height so people would not see the harness.

As they entered the store, Barbara was getting stares from people on how
she was dressed. Barbara was sure that everyone could see her pampers.
Dawn took Barbara into the baby aisle where she placed into the cart a
variety of baby foods. Stained and mush baby foods. She even bought baby

Cooing to Barbara, Dawn said “This is what Baby Barbie gonna eat.
Grown-up food would upset baby’s tummy.”

Barbara’s bottom lip began to quiver. Dawn expected her to eat this baby
food. Actually, Dawn told her mother that she was to young to fed
herself and that Dawn would fed her.

Dawn also purchased plastic baby bibs, baby bottles, baby bowels, baby
spoons, some squeaky baby toys, and baby pacifiers. Not to mention a
baby Fleet’s enema kit and a rectal thermonitor. She also bought a large
box of Attends - adults size pampers for Barbara to wear.

At the check-out counter, the teenage girl ask how old Dawn’s baby was.

Smiling, Dawn replied, “This is my widdle baby.” pointing to Barbara,
“Aren’t you, babykins.”

Barbara lowered her head and turned bright red from embarrassment.
People looked at Barbara some shocked, some amused.

The girl picked up the squeaky baby toy and looked questioningly at Dawn.

“That’s for Baby Barbie when I give her her bath.” said Dawn. “She made
such a fuss about getting it, didn’t you Baby Barbie.”

Turning to Barbara, Dawn cooed, “Does Baby Barbie wantum her binkie?”

The girl looked at Barbara, who quickly shook her head “No”.

Once in the pick-up, Dawn opened the can of baby formula and poured it
into a baby bottle. “Baby Barbie must be hungry, ‘Mommy’ will fed you.”

Dawn handed the baby bottle filled with baby formula, “Drink baby, or
‘Mommy’ spank baby right here,” ordered Dawn.

Barbara could imagine Dawn pulling down her pants and giving her a bare
bottom spanking right here in the parking lot. She spanked her before
with little effort. Slowly, Barbara lifted the nipple to her lips and
began to suck on the bottle. Barbara still could not understand why she
was docile with Dawn and her treatment.

“Baby better have all her formula gone by the time we get home.” stated

At a traffic light, a group of teenage girls pulled up next to Barbara.
Barbara quickly pulled the bottle down and tried to hide it. Seeing
this, Dawn shoved it back into Barbara’s mouth and ordered her to suck.
With tears beginning to swell in her eyes, Barbara did as she was told.

The girls stared and started to laugh at Barbara.

“What a big baby she is.” laughed one of the girls.

“”And how old are you, baby?” giggled another girl.

“Is she potty-trained?” asked a third girl.

Smiling, Dawn said, “No, the baby’s not. She has to wear diapers all the

The girls laughed at Barbara’s predicament.

“Can the baby wave ‘bye-bye’?’ asked the first girl.

Dawn took Barbara’s wrist and waved, saying, “Say ‘Bye-bye’ to the nice

Tears rolling down her cheeks, Barbara wimpered, “Bye-bye.”

The three girls waved and yelled Bye-bye” to Barbara and Dawn as they
drove off.

When they got home, Dawn carried the bags and held onto Barbara’s leash
as they entered he house.

Pointing her finger at Barbara, Dawn cooed, “Now that we’re home, baby
you can crawl.”

Barbara got down on all fours and began to crawl. Dawn leaned over and
stuck a pacifier into her mouth. Barbara knew not to remove it. She
followed Dawn into the kitchen and watched as Dawn removed all the items
from the bags.

After putting everything away, Dawn announced that they were going out

Barbara started to wail, “I don’t wanna go out!”

“Mommy needs to go shopping. I’ll get Margie to baby-sit you and I’ll go

Margie was a 15 year old who lived down the street. The way that Dawn
was acting, she was sure that she get Margie to baby-sit her and Barbara
did not want to be baby-sat by anyone especially a 15 year old child.
Crying, she said, “Alright, I’ll go.”

Once again, Barbara found herself strapped into the passenger seat of
the pick-up. As they were driving, Dawn gave Barbara her pacifier to
suck on. Soon they arrived at the mall. Attaching the leash to Barbara,
Dawn led her into Sears.

In Sears, Dawn went to the maternity department and purchased several
maternity smocks. All of the smocks had a babyish look to them.

Holding each one of them up to Barbara, Dawn exclaimed, “Oh, how cute
Baby Barbie will look in her little baby dresses.”

From the maternity department, they went to the young women’s department
where Dawn bought several pairs of colored, ankle-high socks with lace.
Then they went to the shoe department where Dawn bought a pair of
low-heel shoes with straps going across the instep, one white patent and
one black patent, a pair of saddle shoes, and a pair of white ankle high

“These looked like baby booties!” exclaimed Dawn holding up the sneakers.

From the shoe department, Dawn took Barbara to the infant department.
Knowing that the baby bonnets would be to small to fit Barbara’s head,
Dawn took a few of them anyway. Alone, in the back of the store, Dawn
tied a baby bonnet on Barbara.

“Ah,” cooed Dawn, “doesn’t Baby Barbie look sweet. But I won’t buy any,
cause Mommy has baby bonnets at home for Baby Barbie.”

Barbara wanted to sob. She did not want to be treated like a baby anymore.

Dawn drove Barbara home. Once there, she had Barbara crawl up to Dawn’s

“This is gonna be Baby Barbie’s nursery room.” cooed Dawn.

Barbara crawled in and was shocked. All of Dawn’s “grown-up” furniture
was gone and replaced with baby nursery furniture. The bed was gone and
in its place was a metal, hospital baby’s crib. There was a changing
table and a play-pen. Not to mention a rocker. There were shelves on the
wall. Some were filled with stuffed baby animal toys. Above the changing
table was shelves filled with diapers, and bottles of baby oil and baby
powder. Next to the changing table was a diaper pail. On the outside of
it was stenciled, “BABY BARBIE’S DIAPER PAIL.”

“Dawn must have done this during the week while I was in work.” thought

“Time to get Baby Barbie dressed.” announced Dawn.

Dawn sat Barbara in the baby crib and removed all her clothes, leaving
her naked. Barbara sat there trying in vain to cover herself. She
slapped Barbara’s hands away, saying, “Little babies don’t care if
they’re naked. Most babies like it that way. Now if Mommy sees baby
acting like hers a grown-up, Mommy spank baby. Does baby understand?”

Barbara shook her head, as the tears streamed down her cheeks.

Dawn slowly laid Barbara on her stomach and gave her a baby fleet enema.
Barbara started to cry at this invasion. Then Dawn rubbed baby oil and
baby powder all over her bottom and pubic area. Taking a Attends pamper,
Dawn taped it on Barbara.

As she was sitting in the crib, Barbara felt cramps due to the enema and
the suppositories that Dawn had given her earlier. She tried in vain to
stop the enviable, but this was fruitless. The enema won and Barbara
messed herself. She found herself sitting in a messy pamper. Tears
started to roll down her cheeks.

“Ah,” cooed Dawn, “did Baby Barbie go poo-poo in her didees?”

Barbara stared to wail, just like a baby.

“Don’t worry, Baby Barbie,” Dawn said smiling, “Mommy will change does
nasty didees on baby.”

Dawn laid Barbara down and slowly removed the messy pamper. Using baby
wipes, she proceeded to clean her mother up. Then Barbara was oiled and
powdered, and a fresh pamper was taped to her.

Sniffing, Barbara thought to herself, “Gee, it feels good to be in clean
diapers again. And the powder smells so fresh. Mommy, er...Dawn takes
good care of me.”

Barbara was shocked at herself. In a short period of time, she thought
of Dawn as “Mommy”, and not as her daughter.

Cooing to her mother, Dawn said, “Baby Barbie, do try and stay dry for a

Barbara started to tear up again. She hated being teased about being
treated like a baby. Dawn was treating her like a baby and would not
allow her to do anything. It was relaxing to a point, but not being
allowed to do anything was frustrating.

“Time for baby’s lunchie-poo.” announced Dawn.

Barbara was glad. She was hungry.

Dawn had Barbara crawl to the kitchen where a baby’s wooden high chair
waited for her. Dawn sat her mother in the tiny baby seat. Barbara found
it to be a tight fit. Then Dawn secured the feeding tray in place. A
baby tri-bowl of baby food was put on the tray and Dawn started to
spoon-fed her mother. At first Barbara refused to eat the gooey baby
food, but having Dawn pinch her nose and having the the spoon shoved
into hher mouth, she decided to allow Dawn to fed her. After being fed,
Barbara was bottle-fed and then burped.

“Time for Baby Barbie to take her nappy-poo.” cooed Dawn.

Dawn had Barbara crawl to the nursery and laid her in the baby crib.
Dawn dressed Barbara in a pair of pink baby-style Dr. Dentons, gave her
a baby’s pacifier and a stuffed teddy bear. The side rail was pulled up
and the lid closed and secured.

Shaking her finger at her mother, Dawn gave her a stern warning, “If
Mommy finds baby out her crib, Mommy will spank baby.”

Barbara knew that her daughter meant want she said. But how could she
get out anyway, the lid was closed and locked on the crib. Sucking on
the pacifier, Barbara soon fell asleep. She had an exhausting morning.
For the next two hours, Barbara slept. Dawn came and gently woke her.

Unzipping the Dr. Denton’s, Dawn felt Barbara’s diaper. “Wet.” she
announced. Barbara did not really wet herself as she slept, but Dawn
though that the statement would help urther her regression.

She removed the Dr. Dentons, leaving Barbara dressed only in the diapers
and plastic panties. Carefully, Dawn pulled the tabs off and removed the
so-called wet pamper. Taking baby wipes, Dawn washed Barbara’s “didee”
area. Then using diaperine, rubbed the ointment all over her mother’s
pubic area and her bottom.

“That’s so baby no gets a nasty didee rash.” cooed Dawn.

Carefully, Dawn lifted Barbara’s bottom up and slid three, thick diapers
under her. Spreading her legs apart, she pulled the diaper up and pinned
them together. A pair of pink plastic panties with ruffles on the
bottom, were pulled up her legs and covered the bulky diapers. It was
bad enough to have Dawn put pampers on her, but to be be put into cloth
diapers was unbelievable! Sitting her mother up, Dawn put on her a tee
shirt. Barbara soon found herself wearing a baby-style smock. Pink ankle
socks completed the dressing. Giving Barbara a baby’s pacifier, Dawn had
her crawl to the family room where she was put into a play-pen. Barbara
sat in the play-pen for the rest of the day until dinner. Dawn had her
crawl to the kitchen where she once again found herself sitting in the
wooden baby’s high chair. After securing the feeding tray in place, Dawn
tied a plastic drool bib on her mother. Like lunch, Dawn spoon-fed
Barbara a typical dinner, suitable for a small baby. As she fed Barbara,
Dawn fed herself. Her mother eyed Dawn’s grown-up dinner, craving it.
She knew that she would not be allowed to eat any and would have to be
satisfied with the mush baby food dinner. Barbara was given her bottle
and then burped. When dinner was over and the dishes done, Dawn put
Barbara back into her play-pen where she began, out of boredom, playing
with the baby toys.

Looking down at her mother in the play-pen, Dawn cooed, “Since Baby
Barbie been such a good widdle baby, Mommy has a treat for hers.”

Dawn walked over to the VCR and turned it on. Barbara wondered what show
Dawn had taped. When the show started, Barbara wanted to cry, for Dawn
had taped the kiddie show, “Barney!”

Cooing to Barbara, Dawn said, “I think that this maybe to old for baby.”
Smiling, Dawn continued, “Tomorrow, Mommy will tape “Sesame Street” or
“Romper Room” for baby.”

Barbara cried to her daughter, “But Dawn er…Mommy, I want to watch the

Dawn looked at her mother sitting in the playpen and exclaimed, “The
News! Baby Barbie much to young to see all that violence. It would give
baby nightmares, besides baby wouldn’t understand it.”

When the show was over, Dawn said to her mother in a commanding voice,
“Since you are a baby, babies don’t care being naked. So Baby Barbie
better not try and cover herself when Mommy takes her clothes off or
Mommy spank baby.”

Barbara started to sweat, was Dawn planning to have her go around naked?

“Also,” said Dawn, “Baby Barbie no touch her diaper. Only Mommy or other
grown-ups can. If baby touches her diaper, Mommy spank.” With that
statement, Dawn leaned over the play-pen’s rail and pulled the tape of
her pamper off and re-taped it loosely.

Helping Barbara out of the play-pen, Dawn sat her on the floor. “Let’s
see how much baby learned.” Dawn removed Barbara’s top, exposing her
breasts. Barbara was tempted to cover herself, but remembered her
daughter’s threat. Dawn smiled and cooed, “Good baby. Now follow Mommy.”
Barbara was about to stand to follow Dawn, but she remembered that she
was considered a baby and babies crawled. Getting down on all fours,
Barbara crawled, following her daughter around. As she crawled around,
Barbara’s diaper slowly began to slid down, finally stopping at her
knees. Barbara stopped and sat. She was about to pull the diaper up when
she remembered about the spanking. Dawn came over and smiled. laying
Barbara on her back, Dawn re-taped the pamper snugly.

“Time for baby’s bathy.” cooed Dawn.

She had Barbara crawled to the bathroom. Running water into the tub,
Dawn sprinkled Mr. Bubble into the warm water. Barbara sat on the carpet
watching Dawn prepare her bath. Without thinking, Barbara started
sucking her thumb and playing with her hair. When the water level
reached about eight inches, Dawn shut the water off. Laying her mother
down, she removed the pamper. Barbara soon found herself sitting in the
warm water, holding her rubber duck. Dawn scrubbed her mother with baby
soap, and washed her hair with baby shampoo. After the bath and drying
her with a large fluffy towel, Dawn had Barbara crawl to her nursery
room. She smiled to herself watching as her naked mother crawled down
the hallway. Once in the nursery room, Dawn laid Barbara in the crib and
rubbed baby oil and then sprinkled baby powder on her pubic area and her
bottom. Taking the can of baby powder, Dawn sprinkled a heavy dose of it
into the pamper. Laying the pamper under Barbara’s bottom, she spread
her legs apart, pulling it up and taping the ends together. Once snugly
in her pampers, Dawn put a white tee-shirt on her. Embroiled on the
front was “Baby Barbie”. Tears formed in Barbara’s eyes, she knew that
she was slowly being regressed to being a baby again by her daughter.
After the tee-shirt was in place, Dawn put a pair of cotton Dr. Denton’s
on her complete with mittens and feet!

After giving her mother her bath and getting her Dr. Dentons put on,
Dawn had her crawl to the kitchen for a snack. In the kitchen, Dawn put
Barbara into the tight fitting high chair.

“That’s where all babies have their meals.” cooed Dawn.

Barbara was fed a bowl of pabulum and given her baby bottle of formula.
Like all of her meals, Dawn had laced the food with a strong dose of
Metamucil and in the drink a diuretic to ensure that Barbara would have
a very wet and messy night. When she was finished being fed and then
burped, Barbara was led back to her nursery room. Laying in her crib,
Dawn took a large piece of plastic. It was wide enough to cover the
front and back of Barbara. In the center was a hole. Dawn took the
plastic and inserted Barbara’s head through the hole. Barbara’s front
and back was covered. On the sides in the front and back were two metal
rings. Taking a plastic strap from under the crib, Dawn inserted it
throughout the rings, across Barbara’s stomach and throughout the
opposite side. The strap went through the bars and attached underneath
the crib. Barbara was unable to move about or turn ovber. She was stuck
in that position.

“This is to make sure baby stays in her crib and can not get out.” cooed
Dawn. Looking at her watch, Dawn said, “On, my. It’s eight o’clock. Time
for all good little babies to be in their cribs.”

Giving Barbara a pacifier, Dawn kissed her forehead, pulled the side
rail up and closed and secured the lid. She turned on the Minnie Mouse
nightlight and turned off the light.

“Night-nite, Baby Barbie.” cooed Dawn as she closed the door to the

Barbara laid in her crib, sucking on the pacifier, crying. Reflecting
upon the events of the day, she wondered how easy Dawn had transformed
her from a grown woman to a helpless baby. She laid there sobbing.

Dawn sat in the living room listening. She had turned on the baby
monitor and was listening to Barbara, waiting. She did not have to wait
long, shortly she heard Barbara groaning.

After a half hour of sobbing, Barbara noticed something. She was
developing cramps. She had to have a bowel movement! Then pressure on
her bladder started, she had to pee too! She laid there crying for Dawn,
“Dawn,” she yelled, “I haveta go to the bathroom!” Barbara did not
understand why Dawn would not come. Then she remembered that Dawn wanted
to be called “Mommy”.

“MOMMY!” she wailed.

Dawn entered the nursery in moments and whispered, “Mommy’s here baby.
What’s the matter baby?”

Sniffling, Barbara said, “I haveta use the bathroom really bad, Dawn,

Dawn smiled and cooed, “But Baby Barbie, you’re much to young to be
potty trained, that’s why little babies like you wear didees.” Placing
the pacifier back into Barbara’s mouth, she said, “After baby goes
poo-poo in her didees, Mommy will change baby.” With that, Dawn left the

Barbara laid there sobbing, feeling the pressure and the cramps. Slowly,
the pee started to flow out, soaking her diapers. Barbara could feel the
warm liquid as it raced around her pubic skin and her bottom. It was
about midnight before the cramps became so bad that she let nature win
and she messed her diapers. The smell was horrible, but not as bad as
the humiliation of messing herself.

At two in the morning, Dawn entered carrying a baby bottle of formula.
Barbara was still awake, unable to sleep. She was glad to see her
daughter, because she knew that Dawn would change these messy diapers.
But Barbara was in for surprise, Dawn fed her the bottle of formula,
turned her onto her stomach, and secured her down. Without saying a
word, Dawn left.

Barbara started to cry, wanting to be changed, not caring for the
humiliation that it would cause. Dawn did not come. Barbara ended up
finally crying herself to sleep.

Dawn came into the nursery around eight the next morning. Lowering the
side rail, she cooed to her mother, “Good morning baby. Did baby have a
nice sleepy-byes?’

Before Barbara could respond, Dawn shoved the pacifier into her mouth.
“Suck.” she ordered. Afraid of what Dawn would do, Barbara did as she
was told.

Sniffing, Dawn said, “Ah, did Baby Barbie go poo-poo in her didees?”

Barbara turned bright reed from embarrassment. Dawn slowly unzipped the
Dr. Denton’s and removed them. Then she took off the tee-shirt, leaving
Barbara clad only in her pampers. Dawn carefully cleaned her mother up
and put a dry pamper on her.

Taking her out of the crib, Dawn had her crawl to the kitchen. Barbara
felt very self-conscious about being dressed only in a pamper. Sitting
Barbara in the high chair, Dawn fed her a bowl of warm rice cereal and a
baby bottle of formula. After feeding Barbara and herself, Dawn cleaned
up the breakfast dishes while hermother remained in the confined aby’s
high chair.

Having Barbara crawl back to the nursery, Dawn though of what was going
to happen to Barbara today. Once in the nursery, Dawn laid her mother
down in the crib. Barbara was dressed in a white cotton tee-shirt and
white cotton ankle socks. Next was a maternity smock that had a very
babyish look about it. It was a light pink, with a white peter pan
collar and white puffed sleeves. The smock flared at the breast and the
hem ended at the crotch. As Dawn was dressing her, Barbara laid there,
sucking on her thumb and playing with her hair.

“After Mommy finishes dressing baby,” cooed Dawn, “Mommy’s taking Baby
Barbie bye-byes. Won’t that be fun?”

Barbara did not think so. She did not want anyone seeing her dressed
like a baby. Her bottom lip started to quiver as the tears began flowing
down her cheeks. Dawn simply hushed her and continued dressing her.

Dawn finished dressing Barbara by putting white, high-top sneakers with
baby bells attached to the laces and a pink baby bonnet on her infantile
mother. Having her walk, holding onto Dawn’s hand, she was led out to
the car where she was secured in the back seat. Barbara was fearful at
the prospect of where they would go. Dawn drove for twenty minutes and
Barbara was getting stared at by other in the passing cars. Finally they
arrived at their destination - “Kinder Care”. At the entrance was a
friend of Dawn’s, her name was Marcie.

Marcie came over to the car as Dawn was helping her mother out. “Oh, how
cute the baby is!” exclaimed Marcie as she pinched her cheek.

Dawn and Marcie walked Barbara into the day care center. Once in there,
Dawn had Barbara crawl to the medical examination room. Helping Barbara
up, Marcie sat her on a metal table. Expertly, Marcie removed all of
Barbara’s clothing, leaving her dressed only in her pamper.

“Before any baby goes into the nursery, our nursing staff examines them.
We weigh the babies, and take their temperature too. It’s quick and then
the baby is out with the other babies, playing.”

Marcie laid Barbara on a baby scale and took her weight and height. Then
turning her onto her stomach, she untapped one side of the pamper and
pulled the side back, exposing Barbara’s bottom. Taking a rectal
thermonitor, Marcie inserted it into Barbara bottom. Barbara let out a
yip. Barbara soobed while her temperature was being taken,

After the examination, Marcie took Dawn and Barbara to the nursery.
Barbara was dressed only in her pamper. Marcie giggled as she watched
Barbara crawling, shaking her diapered bottom back and forth In the
room, Barbara noticed that it was scattered with all types of baby toys.
There were play-pens too.

“This is where we put all of our babies.” stated Marcie. “This is where
we’ll put Baby Barbie when she comes on the weekends. She’ll be with the
other babies.” Seeing Barbara looking at the play-pens, Marcie
explained, “We normally let the babies crawl around unless they’re
naughty. Then they are put into the play-pens as punishment.”

Marcie knelt down next to Barbara. Barbara did not understand what
Marcie meant.

Dawn knelt next to her infantile mother and cooed, “Play with the toys,
baby, while Mommy talks to Auntie Marcie.” She handed Barbara a

Barbara sat here, holding the Jack-in-the-box while watching Dawn and
Marcie talk. As she sat there, Barbara felt pressure on her bladder.
Without realizing it, she started wetting her pamper. Tears started
flowing down her cheeks.

Marcie came over and cooed, “Ah, what’s da matter baby? Did baby do
wetties in her didees?” Pushing her down, Marcie continued, “Let Auntie
Marcie check Baby Barbie’s didee.”

Barbara started to rebel, “Your not changing me!” she yelled. Before
Marcie realized it, Barbara was standing and running for the exit. She
never made it. Two sets of hands grabbed her arms. Dawn and Marcie were
dragging her back to the nursery.

“You naughty baby!” scolded Dawn. “How dare you walk and talk as if you
were a grown-up. Now baby is going to be punished.”

Pulling Barbara across her knee, Dawn untapped the sides of the pamper,
pulled it down, exposing her bottom. Marcie gave Dawn a wooden ruler,
which Dawn proceeded in using on her mother’s bare bottom. Dawn did not
spank hard enough to cause welts, but the ruler left red marks on her
tender bottom.

“Now”, said Dawn, “Auntie Marcie is going to check baby’s didee and
change baby. And baby better be good.” Dawn laid Barbara on the floor
and re-taped the pamper. Barbara laid there crying profusely.

Marcie had Barbara crawl over to an area that was protected with plastic
padding. Laying Barbara on her back, Marcie checked her pamper. “Wet.”
she announced. Barbara laid there crying as a girl young enough to be
her daughter diapered her. Soon Barbara was wearing dry pampers and
sitting in a play-pen.

Marcie came over to the play-pen andknelling by it, said, “Ah, por Baby
Barbie. Now hers is being punished forbeing so naughty. Next time baby
will behave for ‘Auntie’ Marcie, won’t hers.”

She sat there playing with a baby rattle, crying, thinking how much her
daughter and her friend were treating her like a baby.

“At noontime, we feed our babies.” announced Marcie. Taking a jar of
strained prunes, Marcie spoon-fed Barbara. Then she was fed a baby
bottle of formula.

“After we fed our babies,” cooed Marcie, “we don’t want baby to get
tummy aches. So we give them a large dose of Castor Oil.”

Barbara started crying as Marcie poured a large amount of Castor Oil
onto a huge tablespoon. Shaking head Barbara cried out “No!”, but Marcie
ignored her pleads and forced the spoon into her mouth. It tasted horrible.

After playing for a half hour, Marcie announced that it was nap time.
They laid Barbara down in the play-pen and covered her with a blanket.
Giving her a bottle, Marcie dimmed the lights. She napped for an hour.
Barbara woke with her thumb in her mouth.

“Time to check baby’s didee.” cooed Marcie. Expertly, Marcie stuck her
finger into the leg band of the pamper and announced that the baby was
wet. Quickly, she removed Barbara’s wet pamper while Barbara whimpered.
She did not speak or try to runaway, Barbara did not want to be punished

Dawn came over and said, “Time to get Baby Barbie ready to go bye-byes.”
Laying her infantile mother on the mat, Dawn proceeded to put the “baby
dress” on Barbara and then the high top sneakers on. She finished by
tying the baby bonnet on. Barbara was once again the vision of infancy.
She sat her mother in the back seat, gave her a pacifier and had her
wave bye-bye to Marcie.

Barbara received a shock as they arrived home. Her 18 year old daughter,
Stephanie was home. She spent the weekend with her girlfriends. How in
the world will she explain this to her?

Barbara hesitated in going into the house dressed as a baby, but Dawn
spanked her bottom a few times. It brought tears and brought her
resistance down. Slowly, she entered the house only to be greeted by her
youngest daughter, Stephanie.

“Ah,” cooed Stephanie, “Mom, er...Baby Barbie, you look so cute!”
Clapping her hands, Stephanie said, “Now walk to Auntie Stephie.”

Holding her mother’s hand, Dawn walked her over to Stephanie. Stephanie
gave her mother a big hug. Holding her mother’s hands apart, Stephanie
cooed, “Baby Barbie, you would look so cute dressed only in your didees.”

Barbara thought, “Stephanie knew that Dawn was doing this to me. Now I
am going to be babied by both my daughters!”

Laying Barbara on the floor, Stephanie proceeded in removing the baby
bonnet, baby dress, the tee shirt, shoes and socks. Barbara was dressed
only in the pampers.

“Let’s play.” cooed Stephanie. Picking up her mother’s ankles, Stephanie
started pushing them back and forth, singing, “The bus wheels go round
and round. Round and round. Round and round.”

Barbara laid there and started crying. She felt so upset, this was a
song Barbara sang to Stephanie when she was just a baby. Now both of her
daughters were treating her like a baby. What did she do to deserve this

Seeing her mother crying, Stephanie cooed, “Ah, did baby go pee-pee in
her didees?”

Barbara shook her head, “No.”, but Stephanie said, “Here, let Auntie
Stephie check.”

Sticking her finger into the leg band of the pamper, Stephanie said,
“Mmm. You’re not wet. Maybe baby has a temperature.”

She asked Dawn to bring the thermonitor to her. Dawn came in a few
minutes later. Stephanie laid her mother down on the play-pen’s mat and
started to remove the pamper. Barbara started to struggle, but Stephanie
spanked her diapered bottom a few times. She stopped the struggling,
crying, while her youngest daughter removed the pamper. Shortly, Barbara
laid there naked. Closing her eyes, Barbara opened her mouth expecting
Stephanie to put the thermonitor in.

Stephanie and Dawn started to giggle as Stephanie cooed, “Ah, baby.
Babies don’t have their temperature taken orally. Babies have it taken

She rolled Barbara onto her stomach and inserted the thermonitor.
Barbara let out a yipe. After a few minutes, Stephanie removed it and
cooed, “That’s good, Baby Barbie has no temperature.”

She retaped the pamper back on Barbara and led her to the kitchen.
Lifting her mother up, Stephanie sat her in the wooden high chair and
secured the feeding tray in place. Barbara wanted to eat, but she hated
eating the awful baby food that her daughters insisted she eat. After
tying a plastic bib on Barbara, Dawn began spoon feeding a variety of
warm baby food mush into her mother’s mouth. Barbara ended up with the
baby food all over her mouth, but Dawn managed to get some down her
throat. With her dinner finished, Dawn burped Barbara. Reluctantly,
Barbara let out a loud burp, to the giggles of Dawn and Stephanie. As
she was cleaning the dinner dishes, Dawn suggested that Stephanie give
the baby her bath.

Crawling slowly, Barbara crawled to the bathroom. Stephanie smiled
watching her mother’s diapered bottom wiggle as she crawled on the
floor. Once in the bathroom, Stephanie, talking Baby-talk to Barbara,
removed the pamper. Barbara sat on the carpet watching Stephanie draw
her bath. When Stephanie was satisfied with the water level, she sat her
mother into the warm soapy water. The water barely pass the top of her
thighs. Barbara started crying as her youngest daughter bathed her. All
Barbara could think was that she was glad tomorrow as Monday and that
she could resume her life as an adult. After her bath, Stephanie dried
her off with a large fluffy towel. Then she had her mother crawl to her
nursery room. Laying her in the crib, Stephanie laid three, thick
diapers under her bottom. Spreading her legs apart, she pulled the cloth
up and pinned them at the sides. It was so thick, that Barbara was
unable to close her legs. Taking a pair of plastic panties, Stephanie
pulled them up Barbara’s legs and over the diapers. The waistband and
leg band of the plastic panties cut into Barbara’s flesh. It was so
uncomfortable. It was retaining her body heat. Next was a cotton
tee-shirt and the her Dr. Dentons. The Dr. Dentons were made of cotton,
white with little baby blocks printed on it. She was soon imprisoned in
her infantile grab. Pulling up the hair in the center of Barbara’s head,
Stephanie clipped a pink plastic baby bow. When the dressing was
completed, Stephanie had her mother crawl down to the family room. Dawn
was waiting.

“Ah,” cooed Dawn, “doesn’t Baby Barbie look cute.” Sitting her mother in
the play-pen, Dawn announced, “Mommy has a surprise for her little
baby.” She went over to the VCR and turned it on. Barbara was pleased,
she had not seen television since last night, a kiddie show. But her
pleasure was short lived, for coming on was the children’s show, “Barney”.

“This maybe too old for baby.” cooed Stephanie.

Barbara had tears starting to stream down her cheeks. Her children
thought that she was to young to see Barney. For the net half hour, she
sat there watching the show as Dawn and Stephanie would talk baby-talk
to her.

When the show ended, Dawn had Barbara sit on her lap as she bottle fed
her. Barbara thought that the milk tasted different and she was right.
“Mommy’s giving baby a treat tonight.” she cooed. “Mommy’s giving baby
her favorite - breast milk!” Dawn knew how Barbara would react to the
breast milk and held the bottle tightly in her mouth. Barbara struggled,
but to no avail. She ended up suckling on the nipple, swallowing the
breast milk. A little of the milk dribble from the corner of Barbara’s
mouth. Dawn wiped the milk away with a soft cloth. Smiling to herself,
Dawn knew that Barbara was not drinking breast milk, but skim milk laced
with a strong diuretic. When she finished the bottle, she was burped and
then led to the nursery. Dawn laid her in the crib and secured the
plastic vest on her. Barbara was fasten down in the crib and a baby
blanket covered her. Kissing her forehead, Dawn gave her a pacifier and
a teddy bear, turned on the night light, turned on the cassette player
that played nursery songs, and closed the door. For the second night in
a row, Barbara was in bed by 8 p.m.

Barbara woke with a start as a nipple of a baby bottle touched her lips.
Opening her eyes, she saw Dawn smiling down at her, cooing, “Time for
baby’s 2 o’clock feeding.” Barbara sucked on the nipple hungrily. She
was straving. Baby food was not filling enough for her.

After she was fed her bottle, Dawn gently pulled the Dr. Dentons off and
felt her mother’s diapers. “Wet”. she announced. Barbara could feel a
cold dampness around her waist and knew she had wet herself. Tears
developed in her eyes. “How have I become to wet myself?” she thought.
Dawn carefully removed the damp plastic panties and wet diaper. Cleaning
her mother up, Barbara was put into three thick diapers, plastic panties
and her Dr. Dentons were put back on. Giving her a pacifier, Dawn left.

Dawn gently woke her mother up at 6 and said, “Time to get baby ready to
go to nursery school.”

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes with her mitten hands, Barbara said,
“Dawn, I have to get ready for work.”

Angry, Dawn said, “Baby Barbie, Mommy told you that you must speak
baby-talk or Mommy spank baby.”

Not wanting a spanking, Barbara quickly reverted to baby-talk, “Mommy,
me gotta go to work.”

Smiling, Dawn replied, “That’s better baby. Now, Baby Barbie much to
young to work. That’s why she goes to nursery school.”

“Me no wanta go to nursery school.” wailed Barbara. “Me gotta go to work.”

Dawn ignored her cries as she removed the Dr. Dentons, then the tee
shirt, plastic panties and the wet diapers. Wiping her mother with baby
wipes, Dawn proceeded in rubbing diaperine on her diaper area. Taking a
pamper, Dawn taped in on Barbara. Next was her tee shirt. Barbara sat in
the crib crying as Dawn continued dressing her. Barbara felt so
infantile. Here was her daughter, in her grown-up nightgown while she
was dressed only in a pamper.

Holding up a adult dress, Dawn started dressing Barbara in it. Barbara
was shocked somewhat. The adult dress was as juvenile as possible. It
was a navy style dress, dark blue, a white collar with a bright red bow.
The skirt was pleaded, and the hem ended above her knees. After putting
the dress on her, Dawn put a pair of nylon footies on and then a pair of
black patent shoes, low heels of course.

As she was brushing Barbara’s hair, Dawn cooed, “When you get to nursery
school, no one knows how you are being treated like baby except for your

At that point, Barbara knew that she was going to go to work, but who
was this Nanny that Dawn spoke of?

Satisfied that her mother was ready, Dawn had her crawl to the kitchen
where Stephanie was waiting. Stephanie was dressed in her nightgown,
looking very grown-up to her infantile feeling mother. Helping her into
the high chair, Stephanie secured the feeding tray in place. A large
plastic bib was tied on her. Stephanie started spoon feeding her a bowl
of warm pabulum.

“Mommy went to get dress so her can take baby to nursery school.” cooed

“Take me to nursery school, I can drive myself.” Stated Barbara.

“Baby much to young to drive.” Replied Stephanie. “Now eat your pabulum,

By time Stephanie finished feeding Barbara her bottle and burping her,
Dawn was dressed and walking into the kitchen. “Time to go bye-byes.”
announced Dawn. Handing her mother a little girl’s black patent purse
with strap and putting a white straw hat with two long red streamers,
she took her to the pick-up truck and secured her in. Once behind the
driver’s seat, Dawn removed a pacifier from her purse and inserted it
into Barbara’s mouth. Without thinking, she began sucking on the nipple.
When they got close to work, Dawn took the pacifier put it back into her
purse and then removed the hat. Barbara was grateful that she no longer
had that infantile toy. Dawn parked the truck and escorted Barbara to
her office. She worked at a company owned and operated by females. And
Barbara was one of the managers. Once in her office, Barbara again
wondered who Dawn got to be her Nanny.

A few minutes later, Renee’ Artuso, Barbara’s 24 year old secretary
popped her head in and said, “Good morning, Barbie. I’ll be right in.”

Barbara was taken back a little. Renee’ always called her Ms. Leto, or
Barbara, or even Barb. But never did she call her Barbie. Then a
terrible thought came, was she her Nanny?

She received her answer almost immediately when Renee’ came back in and
cooed, “How’s nanny’s widdle baby?”

Barbara turned beet red as Renee’ tickled her under her chin and then
tried to lifted her dress to reveal Barbara’s pamper. Barbara resisted,
but a slap to her hand stopped the rebellion.

“When did she have her last diaper change?” she asked Dawn.

Dawn replied that she should be alright until around ten. Barbara sat
there as Dawn and Renee’ talked about her care. Dawn handed Renee’ her
“diaper bag”, containing extra pampers and formula. Giving Barbara a
kiss on the forehead, Dawn left. But before leaving she said, “If she’s
naughty, you can give her a time-out. Then I’ll punish her when we get
home tonight.”

Looking at Barbara, “Be good or Mommy spank.” she warned.

The morning went uneventful. Barbara sat at her desk working, while
Renee’ did the assignments that were given to her. As Barbara worked,
she felt very odd sitting at her desk wearing a pamper. But she was
determined not to wet herself. So far, she had been successful, even
though her bladder was aching.

Around ten, Renee’ entered and cooed, “Time for Nanny to check baby’s

Looking up from her work, Barbara replied, “Renee’, I’m fine. Now get
back to work.”

Closing the office door, Renee’ knelt on the floor and pulled a diaper
pad out of Barbara’s diaper bag.

Keeping her voice calm, Renee’ said, ”Baby Barbie, if you don’t get down
here immediately, Nanny will give baby a time-out and when Mommy gets
here, I’ll tell her what a bad baby you were.”

Not wanting to get a time-out or a spanking, Barbara got up and went to
Renee’. Then she laid down on the diaper pad. Knowing that she was not
wet, Barbara knew that this was a waste of time.

Out of the diaper bag, Renee’ pulled out a baby bottle of formula and
inserted it into Barbara’s mouth. Then she pulled up Barbara’s skirt,
revealing the bulging, plastic panties. Pulling down the plastic
panties, Renee’ felt the pamper. “Wet.” she announced.

Barbara was confused. She knew that she did not wet her pamper, for her
bladder was aching for relief. But Renee’ said her pamper was wet. Maybe
she did not know when she was wet.

Renee’ changed Barbara and soon she was cleaned up and in a dry pamper.
Barbara was only half way done on her bottle. Taking Barbara’s wrist
Renee’ took her over to her chair. Sitting Barbara on her lap, Renee’
finished bottle-feeding her. Before long, Barbara finished her bottle
and Renee’ burped her. Then they went back to work.

Five minutes before twelve, Renee’ entered her office and announced to
Barbara that she was going to take her to meet Dawn. Minutes later, they
were down at the pick-up truck. Saying good bye to Renee’, Dawn took
Barbara into the camper section attached to the bed of the truck.
Sitting Barbara on the bunk, Dawn removed Barbara’s dress, leaving her
in her tee shirt, and pampers. Dawn tied a plastic bib on her, and began
spoon feeding Barbara mush baby food. When she finished feeding her
mother the baby food, Dawn bottle-fed her. Barbara was burped and then
Dawn laid her down on the bunk to take a nap. Covering her up with a
soft baby blanket, Dawn attached a small railing to the bunk to prevent
her from falling off. Barbara was asleep in moments. Ten minutes before
returning to work, Dawn woke her up. After changing her wet pamper and
putting her dress on Barbara, Dawn took her back to her office. When
Barbara protested that she did not need an escort to her office, Dawn
replied, “What type of Mommy would I be if I allowed a baby to go all by

Renee’ met them and took control of Barbara. Barbara and Renee’ returned
to work. No problems until two-thirty when Renee’ enter to announce that
it was time to check Baby Barbie’s didee and to fed her her formula.
Once again, Barbara held back knowing that her pamper was dry, but
Renee’ said that she was “Wet”. Barbara wanted to cry. She thought she
was dry, but Renee’ said that she was wet again. It never accord to her
that Renee’ might be lying. Once again Barbara was changed and was fed
her bottle.

At five o’clock, Dawn entered Barbara’s office and said that it was time
to go bye-byes. Squeezing Barbara’s cheek, Renee’ cooed bye-byes and
said that Nanny would see her tomorrow. Dawn took Barbara to the pick-up
and strapped her in.

Dawn drove for awhile and finally drove into a parking lot of a medical
building. Taking Barbara to the camper section, Dawn removed her outfit,
until she laid naked on the bunk. Dawn put three thick diapers and
covered them with a pair of pink, plastic panties. Next came her
tee-shirt. A pink baby dress with puffed sleeves was put on her. White
ankle high socks and her white sneakers with the tiny baby bells on the
laces covered her feet. The final touch was a white baby bonnet.

“Your not taking me to the doctors dress like this.” said Barbara.

Smiling, Dawn replied, “You have two choices, You can go in there like
this, or you can go in there crying with a sore bottom But, babykins,
you are going to the doctors dressed like this.”

Gulping, Barbara lowered her head and slowly walked out of the truck.
Handing her mother a stuffed teddy bear, Dawn took her mother’s wrist
and walked her into the doctor’s office. It was a pediatrician’s office

They walked up to the receptionist and said her name. The receptionist
said that she and her baby could have a seat and the doctor would see
them shortly. The medical staff were all Dawn’s friends.

Dawn took Barbara over to the waiting area and sat down. Dawn had
Barbara sit on her lap. Barbra felt so humiliated sitting there, the
waiting room was decorated for very young children. Soon the
nurse/receptionist entered and said to follow her to the examination room.

Once there, the nurse said, “Please remove the baby’s clothes.
Everything except for her diaper and I be right back.”

Dawn removed all of Barbara’s clothes, leaving her in her diaper only.
Barbara felt so self-conscious at the way she was dressed, she tried to
cover her breasts with her arms until Dawn slapped them away.

The nurse returned and had Barbara lay on the baby scale that was on the
table. The scale read 137 pounds, but to make Barbara feel more babyish,
she said, “The baby weighs 13 pounds 7 ounces.”

Removing her from the scale, the nurse said that she had to take her
temperature. Laying Barbara on her stomach, she unpinned the diaper and
pulled it back, exposing her bottom. Taking a rectal thermonitor coated
with Vaseline, the nurse insert it into Barbara’s bottom. She let out a
whimper. After a few minutes, the nurse removed the baby thermonitor.
Pinning the diaper back on, the nurse said hat she was fine. Going to
the door, she said that the doctor would be right in.

Dawn sat Barbara on her lap, waiting. Dawn gave Barbara her teddy bear,
which she started to hug.

A few minutes later, the doctor came in. To Barbara, she looked as if
she was only 25. And she was. The doctor was really the real
receptionist at that office, but for tonight she was pretending to be a
doctor. The doctor examined Barbara asking Dawn what the problem was.
Dawn stated that the baby did not go poo-poo in a few days.

Smiling, the doctor said, “The best thing to do is three things. One
give her two tablespoons of Castor Oil twice a day. Second give her a
bottle of warm water mixed with Fennel seed. And third give her an enema
once a day.”

Barbara started to shake her head. She did not want any of that stuff.

She sat on her daughter’s lap as Dawn and the doctor continued to
discuss her condition. Dawn listened to the doctor, bouncing Barbara on
her knee as she kept on patting her diapered bottom.

Finally, the doctor was finished and the nurse said that Dawn could
dress the baby.

Dawn dressed Barbara and taking her wrist, took her to the
receptionist’s desk. The receptionist smiled and cooed, “This is for
being such a good baby.” and she stuck a sticker on Barbara’s dress. It
read, “I Went To My Pediatrician And Was A Good Girl”.

Barbara bowed her head and felt tears swell up in her eyes. She was so
embarrassed. Dawn took her wrist again and took her to the pick-up. They
were home within twenty minutes.

Holding her hand, Dawn took her mother into the house. Stephanie greeted
them and cooed to Barbara, “Did baby have fun in nursery school?”

Barbara lowered her head as Dawn let go of her wrist. She stood for a
second as Dawn and Stephanie looked at her. Then Barbara realized that
when an adult was not holding onto her, she was suppose to crawl. If
not, she would be spanked. She quickly sat on her diapered bottom. Both
adults smile. Stephanie went into the kitchen to finish preparing
dinner, as Dawn had Barbara crawl into the family room. Kneeling next to
Barbara, Dawn removed all of her clothes except for the diapers and tee
shirt. Barbara was getting used being dressed this way.

Dawn had her mother crawl to the kitchen, where she put Barbara into her
high chair. As usual, Barbara ate her mush baby food and drank her
formula from a baby bottle. Her daughters ate adult food while drinking

Dawn motherly wiped Barbara’s mouth as she cooed, “Ah, hers is such a
good widdle baby. Her eats all her baby food for Mommy and Auntie Stephie.”

“Time for the baby’s bathy-poo.” said Stephanie. Turning to Dawn, she
said, “You give Baby Barbie her bath and I’ll clean up.”

Dawn had Barbara crawl to the bathroom where she ran the water into the
tub. When the water level was about ten inches high, Dawn shut it off.
Carefully, she removed Barbara’s clothing and sat her into the warm
water. Giving her mother a rubber duck, Dawn washed her.

When Dawn finished bathing Barbara and drying her, she had her mother
crawl to the nursery room. Once in the nursery room, Dawn put Barbara
into the crib. Taking three thick diapers, Dawn laid them under
Barbara’s bottom. Then powder, and baby lotion was applied to her pubic
area and bottom. to ensure that she would not get a diaper rash, Dawn
put diaperine all over her pubic area. Satisfied that her “baby” was
properly protected, Dawn pinned the diapers on, pulled up the plastic
panties and pulled on her tee shirt. Tonight, Dawn put on her mother a
adult-size version of a baby night gown. It zippered up the back and the
long gown was sewed shut at her feet. There was mittens attached to the
arms, preventing the baby from unzipping the zipper.

Barbara crawled to the family room. She found it difficult to crawl in
the baby gown. When they arrived in the family room, Dawn had Barbara
sit on her lap while she turned on the TV and the VCR. A program started
and Barbara was thrilled to watch it, even though it was a kiddies show.
As Dawn fed her, Barbara watched Sesame Street, with all the cute

“Time for Baby Barbie’s beddy bye.” announced Stephanie.

Dawn and Stephanie took Barbara up to her nursery room and laid her in
her crib. Like the other nights, she had the plastic vest put on, and
then she was strapped down in the crib. Barbara was given her teddy bear
and her pacifier. Then the cassette player was put on with all nursery
songs, the night light was put on, the overhead light turned off. Before
leaving, Dawn put the baby monitor on, then closed the door. Barbara
yawned, feeling tired and decide to go to sleep. She still could not
understand why she was so tired at eight o’clock at night.

Like the other nights, Barbara woke around two, just as Dawn was
entering the room with her bottle. Barbara felt a little strange, here
was her daughter, dressed in an adult night gown, while she was dressed
in diapers and plastic panties, wearing a baby’s night gown.

She inserted the bottle into her mother’s mouth. As Barbara held the
nursing bottle with her mitten hands, Dawn unzipped the baby nightgown
and felt her mother’s diapers.

Cooing, Dawn smiled and said, “Ah, baby is all wet-wet. Now Mommy change
baby’s didee.”

Sucking on the nipple, Barbara smiled. She was very uncomfortable in her
damp diapers and it would feel good to have Dawn put dry diapers on her.
She laid there as Dawn changed her. In minutes, Dawn had her mother in
dry diapers and plastic panties. She replaced the baby night gown, and
covered her mother up with a soft baby blanket. Barbara fell asleep,
sucking on her pacifier.

At six, like the day before, Dawn woke her mother up. “Time to get Baby
Barbie ready for nursery school.” she cooed. Again, Dawn dressed her in
a juvenile outfit. Barbara was fed by Stephanie as Dawn dressed. She was
then driven to “nursery school”, and left in care of her Nanny.

Barbara and Renee’ worked through out the day as employer and employee.
Only at ten and two-thirty, things changed. Renee’ assumed the role of
Nanny, with Barbara as the baby. Renee’ would close Barbara’s office
door and Barbara was given a diaper change or fed her bottle. The only
difference between them during work, was that Renee’ called Barbara,
“Barbie”. By the end of the week, everyone in the office was calling her
Barbie instead of Ms. Leto or Barbara, and she hated being called Barbie.

At lunchtime, Dawn drove there and gave her mother her baby food lunch
and then she would take a nap. Her diapers were change before returning.
At five, Dawn returned to take her home.

Once home, Barbara’s dress was removed and she crawled around in her
diapers and plastic panties. She was fed in her high chair, given her
bath and then put into her Dr. Denton’s for bed. She would be given her
bottle as she watched a childish show, such as Barney or Sesame Street,
while sitting on Dawn’s or Stephanie’s lap. Then she was be put to bed.
Barbara was always in her crib by eight at night. This was atypical day
for her now. Except for her first Friday night.

When Dawn drove her home Friday night, she took her dress off, and put a
“baby dress” on. It was pink and white checked, with a white peter pan
collar and white puffed sleeves. The dress flared at her breast and
barely reached her crotch. Her plastic panties were replaced with pink
ones with rows and rows of ruffles on the seat. White ankle socks and
her white sneakers with baby bells on the lace were put on. Then Dawn
pulled the center of her hair up and fastened a pink plastic baby bow to
it. To complete her ensemble, a white pinafore was placed on her. Dawn
then had Barbara crawl to her play-pen in the family room.

“Ah, doesn’t Baby Barbie look adorable!” exclaimed Stephanie.

Barbara sat in her play-pen and began playing with a baby rattle. She
played with the rattle for only a minute or so when there was a rapping
at the sliding glass doors. To Barbara’s shock, in walked her friend and
co-worker, Mae Pohubka and her daughter, Karen.

Walking over to the play-pen and looking down at her friend, stammering,
Mae blurted out, “Barb, What’s going on her? Why are you dressed like

Smiling, Karen took Mae’s hand and cooing, said, “You see, Barbie’s been
acting like a baby so much, that Dawn and Stephanie decided to treat her
like one.”

Dawn took Mae’s other hand, patting it, she cooed, “And if you cooperate
dear, the transition for you will go easier.” Dawn told her best friend
Karen, how she was treating her mother. So the two of them conspired to
do the same to Karen’s mother.

Mae looked from Dawn to Karen, shaking her head, “You not going to turn
me into a baby!” she yelled.

“She’s going to be difficult.” stated Karen. Dawn agreed. Grabbing Mae’s
ear, Karen dragged her over to a side chair. Mae had to walk bent over
and quickly, for she was afraid of losing her ear.

Karen sat on the chair and pulled Mae over her lap. Mae found herself
draped over her daughter’s lap, with her hands and feet touching the
carpet. With a yank on her skirt’s waist, Karen pulled down her mother’s
skirt, panties, and pantyhose, exposing her bottom. Using a wooden
paddle, Karen began spanking Mae’s bare, defenseless bottom. Not wanting
to, but unable to stop it, Mae started crying profusely. She begged her
daughter to stop spanking her, promising her anything. Once Karen heard
that, she stopped the spanking. Mae rolled off Karen’s lap and onto the
floor. She knelt in front of Karen, rubbing her bare bottom with one
hand and rubbing away the tears with the other.

“Since you’ll do anything I say,” Karen said smiling, “you got a deal.
From now on, I’m going to treat you like a baby. You’re going to be my
little baby girl and I’m going to be your mommy.”

Mae swallowed hard. What had she gotten herself into, she wondered.

Karen continued, “From now on, you’ll wear diapers and plastic panties.
You will not have any potty privileges, so the diapers will be
necessary. Grown-up clothes, such as bras and panties, high heels are
now a thing of the past for you. Like Baby Barbie, you’ll eat all your
meals in a high chair, drink all your liquids from a baby bottle. You’ll
sleep in a baby crib. Baby-talk will be your language.”

Sweat pour down from Mae’s forehead, listening to her fate. She did not
like the idea of being treated like a baby.

Dawn came over with an armload of stuff. She knelt next to Karen and Mae.

Stephanie stood by the play-pen, in case Barbara tried to help her
friend. She looked down at her mother and in a low voice, said, “Does
Baby Barbie want Auntie Stephie to spank baby? Hers better stay in her

Tears formed as Barbara shook her head.

Mae laid on her back, sobbing. Slowly, Karen began undressing her
mother. Removing her shoes, she pulled Mae’s skirt, panties, and
pantyhose off. Mae was in shock to retaliate. Sitting Mae up, her
daughter unbutton her blouse and threw that with the other clothing that
laid in a pile. The last item to be removed was her bra. Mae sat on the
floor naked in front of her daughter, Dawn and Stephanie.

“That will haveta go.” stated Karen pointing to Mae’s pubic hair.
“Babies don’t have hair there like big girls do.” Karen showed her
mother a razor.

Mae began shaking her head, “NO!” she wailed, “You’re not shaving me!”

Smiling, Karen said, “Does Baby Masie want Mommy to spank baby again?”

Mae began to sob as Karen laid her down on a diaper pad. Slowly, she
began to clip away her pubic hair until only a stubble remained. Rubbing
shaving cream on the stubble, she shaved away the rest of the pubic
hair. Shortly, Mae’s pubic area was hairless. Dawn handed her friend
three cloth diapers, which Karen laid under her mother’s bottom.
Spreading Mae’s legs apart, Karen pulled the thick cloth up and pinned
them together. Next, Karen pulled up a pair of pink plastic panties,
covering up the diapers. Mae was encased in diapers for the first time
since she was a baby!

Mae started to squirm. The waist band and leg bands of the plastic
panties were tight and kept in the heat. It was most uncomfortable.

“Well,” said Dawn, “the babies are all dressed in their didees. I guess
we can eat now.”

Stephanie helped Barbara out of the play-pen as Karen had Mae crawl to
the dining room. Mae felt humiliated crawling like a baby. The adults
giggled watching their babies crawling, with their diapered bottoms

When they got into the dining room, Mae saw that there was two baby high
chairs set up. Dawn helped Barbara into one of the high chairs, while
Karen helped Mae. When Mae began to struggle, Karen whispered into her
mother’s ear, “If Baby Masie doesn’t behave, Mommy spank Baby Masie.”
Mae stopped the struggling. Karen sat her mother in the tight fitting
high chair. Taking the feeding tray, she secured it to the high chair,
locking Mae in.

Taking plastic bibs, the “mommies” tied them onto their babies. A baby
tri-bowl of baby food was placed on the trays and the “mommies” began
feeding the babies.

As Karen was feeding her mother, Mae began to feel self-consciences
about how she was dressed. When she tried to cover her breasts with her
hands, Karen slapped them away, stating, “Babies don’t care if they’re

Sobbing, Mae replied, “I’m not a baby!” as Karen shoved a spoonful of
baby food mush into her mouth.

After dinner, Stephanie said, “Let’s have our drinks on the deck.” The
women agreed as the babies started to cringe. They did not want to go
outside where people could see them in their babyness.

Helping Mae down from her high chair, Karen said, “I better put a top on
Baby Masie so baby doesn’t get a chill.” She put a pink tee-shirt on her
mother. Embroider on the front in white stitching was “Baby Masie”.

Following the crawling babies, the women carried their drinks and the
baby bottles to the deck. The babies sat on the wooden deck, while the
adults sat in the plush cushion chairs.

As she sat on the deck, Barbara felt pressure on her bladder. Now, she
was so use to wetting at the slightest pressure, Barbara began to wet
herself. Stephanie noticed that Barbara’s bottom lip started to quiver.
Pushing her mother so that she bent forward, Stephanie check her
diapers. “She’s wet. I’ll get the clean diapers to change her.”

Stephanie left, only to return within minutes. Barbara started to sob.
She did not want “Auntie” Stephie to change her outside. Stephanie
ignored her sobbing, laid her on the wooden floor, and removed the damp
plastic panties and cloth diapers. Stephanie clean her “niece” up,
sprinkled baby powder, and rubbed diaperine on her pubic area. Taking
three thick diapers, she re-diapered her mother.

Picking up their “babies”, the “mommies” sat them on their laps and
began to spoon-fed pabulum to them. Barbara did not resist the sticky
substance, but Mae did. She struggled on her daughter’s lap while Karen
continued to spoon in the mush. Soon, the babies’ pabulum was finished.
Mae’s mouth was smeared with the pabulum. The babies’ mouths were
cleaned up with baby wipes.

Dawn spoke, “It’s close to eight. We should get the “babies” ready for

“And since its so late,” stated Stephanie, “We can give the “babies”
their baths in the morning.”

Mae was confused at first. Her daughter was going to put her to bed at
eight? That was way to early, but then she remembered that Karen was
treating her like a baby and “babies” go to bed around that time.

The adults had the “babies” crawl up to Barbara’s nursery room. Crawling
into the nursery room, Mae was surprised. It was a decorated for a small
baby, except that the baby cribs were big enough to fit adults. The
nursery room held two metal hospital baby cribs.

Helping them up, Karen laid Mae in her crib, while Dawn did the same to
Barbara. Dawn removed all of Barbara’s baby clothes except for her
recently changed diapers and tee-shirt. Now Karen removed Mae’s dry
diaper, for Mae still had control of her bladder. Laying Mae on her
stomach, Karen insert the nozzle of a fleets baby enema into Mae’s
rectum. Mae was shocked, Karen was giving her an enema! After the enema,
Karen put three thick diapers, plastic panties, and a long baby gown on
her mother. Like the baby gowns that Dawn put on Barbara, this one’s
sleeves had mittens and the hem was zippered shut. Mae found herself
encased in the baby outfit. She was unable to escape from the nightie.
Looking over at her baby friend, Mae noticed that Barbara was encased in
a pair of Dr. Dentons. The next thing Mae realized was that Karen was
putting a plastic vest on her, forcing to lay on the crib’s mattress and
securing her to the crib. The same was being dome to Barbara. The adults
gave each of the “babies” a bottle of formula. The cassette player was
put on, the night light turned on also, as Dawn turned off the main
light. The room was cast into semi-darkness. All that Mae could hear was
the suckling that Barbara was doing.

Mae spoke to her imprisoned baby friend, “Barb, you know that we can get
out of this. We don’t have to listen to them. We can fight back.. We’re
older and stronger than they are. Why are we allowing this to happen to

Barbara stopped the sucking and started sobbing, “How can we? They’re
grown-ups and we only “babies”.”

Tears formed in Mae’s eyes. Dawn, Stephanie and Karen convinced a 48
year old woman that she was a baby. Besides, without any adult clothes,
they would be running around in diapers and baby nighties she thought.

Barbara continued sucking on her bottle. Mae was thirsty, so she too
decided to suck on the infantile nipple. Mae was half way done when she
discovered that she was growing sleepy. She found herself yawning.
Looking over at Barbara, Mae saw that she was sound asleep. Giving into
the sleepiness, Mae drifted off.

Mae woke when she heard the rattle of the crib’s rail. Looking up and
rubbing sleep from her eyes, Mae saw Karen standing over her. Not saying
a word, Karen stuck the nipple of a baby bottle into Mae’s mouth. Karen
work slowly, removing the plastic vest. She unzipped the baby gown and
pulled it up, past the bulky diapers. Mae realized that throughout the
night, she had messed her diapers like a baby thanks to the enema that
Karen gave he and she never even woke up.

Mae said to her daughter, “Please Karen, let me up so I can change these

Smiling, Karen cooed, “Ah, is Baby Masie’s didee all messy? Now baby
much to young to change her own didee. Since Baby Masie talk like her
was a big girl, Mommy will change baby in the morning.”

“No!” cried out Mae. “I need a changing now. It feels awful.”

Putting her hands on her hips, Karen replied, “No. You must be taught a
lesson. Mommy will change baby in the morning.”

She rezipped the baby gown, and put the plastic vest back on. Turning
her mother onto her stomach, Karen secured her to the crib. Taking a
baby bottle, Karen inserted it into Mae’s mouth, ordering her to suck on
the nipple. Mae obeyed and Karen stayed until the bottle was 3/4 done.

Pointing her finger at Mae, Karen ordered, “Go to sleep.” and walked out
of the room with Dawn.

Mae turned to look at Barbara. She was in the same position as she was.
Barbara laid on her stomach, sucking her pacifier. Mae started to yawn
again, and even though she was messy and uncomfortable, she was soon
fast asleep.

Sunlight started to penetrate through the window. Mae woke and started
to rub the sleep from her eyes with her mitten hands. Barbara was doing
the same, except that Barbara was sucking on a pacifier and Mae wasn’t.

The door opened and in walked Dawn and Karen. Barbara and Mae both felt
so infantile dressed in their baby-style night clothes while their
daughters were dressed in adult night gowns.

Both of the “mommies” gave their “babies” their bottles. Barbara was
used to a bottle first thing and began sucking on the nipple. Mae, on
the other hand, was not, and slowly started sucking. She did not realize
how hungry she was and the formula was filling.

As the babies were drinking, Dawn leaned over her mother’s crib and
lowered the side rail. Carefully, she removed the Dr. Denton’s. leaving
Barbara dressed only in her tee shirt, diapers and plastic panties.
Karen lowered her mother’s rail. Mae expected Karen to remove her baby
gown, but to her surprise, she didn’t. Instead, she helped Mae out of
the crib and onto the floor with a stern warning, “Baby Masie better
crawl, or Mommy spank baby.”

The “mommies” led their crawling “babies” to the kitchen and sat them in
their tight fitting high chairs. A plastic baby bib was tied on and the
“babies” were soon-fed their breakfast of warm baby rice cereal, a
bottle of formula lace with a strong diuretic, and a 6 oz bottle of
orange juice. When they had finished their breakfast, they had to watch
the grown-ups eat their breakfast of eggs and bacon, toast, coffee, and
orange juice.

Mae wanted a cup of coffee so bad, without thinking, she reached over
and grabbed Karen’s. All that she received was a slap to the hand and a

The “babies” sat there sobbing, watching as the adults ate, knowing that
all they were allowed to eat was baby food.

After breakfast, the “babies” were returned to their cribs. Dawn started
removing Barbara’s diapers and plastic panties. Karen asked her diapered
mother, “If Mommy removes your baby clothes and diapers, are you going
to be good and let Mommy give you your bath?”

Mae want out of the messy diapers and reluctantly, she agreed. Karen
slowly removed the baby night gown, leaving Mae in her damp tee shirt
and diapers. Karen, using baby wipes, clean her messy mother up and
herded her off to the bathroom in the hallway. Dawn had taken Barbara to
the bathroom in the master bedroom.

In the bathroom, Karen had filled the tub up with warm water and Mr.
Bubble. She helped her mother into the warm water. Giving her some baby
bath toys to play with, Karen started to bathed her. Mae was appalled,
the water level barely covered her thighs. Mae sat there sobbing, while
her daughter gave her a bath. When the bath was over, Karen dried her
infantile mother off and had her crawl to the nursery room. They meet
Dawn and Barbara entering at the same time.

The “babies” were placed in their cribs and after having baby powder and
baby lotion applied to their pubic areas and their bottoms, they were
diapered. Tee-shirts were put on and then their “baby dresses”. The baby
dresses were navy style smocks, with white collars and red ties. The hem
barely reached their crotches. White ankle socks and black patent
Mary-Jane shoes covered their feet. Pulling their hair up in the center,
red plastic baby bows were fasten.

“Don’t our “babies” look sweet. Just like twins!” exclaimed Dawn.

Smiling, Karen said, “Time to take them to Kinder Care.”

Barbara was resolved to her fate, especially since Dawn took her there
last week, but Mae began to shake her head. She did not want to go
anywhere dressed like a baby. Karen was ready and started to spank her
diapered mother’s bottom. After a few swats, Mae gave in and was ready
to go.

Barbara and Mae were seated and secured in the back seat of the car. The
car was equipped with child safety doors, preventing the child from
opening the doors. The drive to Kinder Care was about a half hour.
Finally, they drove up to the red dome building.

Dawn and Karen, holding their “babies” hands, walked into the building.
They were greeted by Marcie, a woman in her early twenties. “Ah,” she
cooed, “I see we have another baby.”

Marcie led them to a room where they were stripped down to their diapers
and socks. Barbara knew what to expect. She was placed on a scale and
her weight was recorded. Then, her diaper was unpinned and pulled down
the back, exposing her bottom. Marcie took a rectal thermonitor and
inserted it into Barbara’s bottom. Mae sat on the floor watching the

When Barbara was done, her diaper was re-pinned and she was seated on
the floor. “Next baby.” cooed Marcie.

Mae felt strange laying on her stomach on the baby scale. After her
weight was recorded, Marcie unpinned the diaper and pulled it back,
exposing Mae’s naked bottom. She started to whimper as Marcie inserted
the thermonitor into her rear. When that was completed, Marcie removed
the thermonitor and re-pinned the diaper back on Mae. The “babies” were
told to crawled to the playroom.

In the playroom, Barbara picked up a rattle and started shaking it. As
the “babies” played, another baby-woman was brought in, To the surprise
of Barbara and Mae, it was a fellow co-worker, Sandy Hagan. Like Barbara
and Mae, Sandy Hagan was dressed only in a diaper and plastic panties
and her brown hair was tied in small pigtails. Sandy. Like Barband Mae,
was in her late 40’s. She too had a daughter in her early twenties.
Sandy crawled over to the two other “babies”.

Sobbing, Sandy whispered her story, “Last night, my daughter, Christine,
forced me into diapers and said that I was going to be treated like a
baby until she said so. When I started to argue with her, she pulled me
over her knee and spanked me!” Wiping the tears away, she continued,
“Chris made me stand in the corner like a naughty child. And she made me
sleep in a crib, fed me baby food and made me drink baby formula from a
baby bottle. And then this morning brought me here. I was weighted on a
baby scale and then my temperature was taken, rectally!””

Marcie came over with the other adults following behind her. “Babies,”
she announced, “for that is what you are. You have been brought here to
help with your conditioning back to being babies. You know each other.
Half of the women you work with are being given this treatment. Monday
you’ll see a difference. Now, be good little babies and accept this
treatment. I’ll be around soon to check your didees and give each one of
you your bottles. Crawl around and play with the baby toys.”

Marcie walked over to where Dawn, Karen, and Chjristie stood talk. Each
“mother” was watching their “baby”.

“This is a great idea, Dawn.” Exclaimed Christine. “My mother is a
spoiled brat sometimes. This should teach her.” Smiling, she continued,
“Someday, I think I’ll let her grown up. Maybe.”

The other girls laughed.

Karen said, “In time, I think I’ll let Mom, er…Masie grow-up to a
toddler stage. Still diapered, using baby words and still have a limited

“I told you that the others would agree to make them babies.” Stated
Dawn. “This time next week, the nursery will be filled with diaper
wearing, former adult.”

The baby-women did as they were told and began playing with the
infantile toys. True to her word, Marcie came around, giving them a
bottle and checking their diapers. Only Sandy had wet diapers and needed
changing. By the time it was lunch, Barbara, Mae, and Sandy all need
diaper changing. Marcie had two other girls helping her. They were
Veronica, and Virginia. Each of them took care of the a baby. Marcie had
Barbara, Veronica had Mae, and Virginia took care of Sandy.

Smiling, Marcie said, “You know girls, when we meet again, there will be
more babies, so we won’t be able to give individual care to one baby only.”

The girls shook the heads and smiled. Helping the “babies” into the high
chairs, the girls began spoon feeding their charges. The baby food
consisted of pabulum and strained prunes. The pabulum was spiked with
Metamucil. They started whimpering as they were being fed. After
finishing their lunch, the baby-women were bottle-fed and then burped.
Checking their diapers, the girls had to change all of the baby-women.
After the diaper changing, the girls laid the baby-women down for a nap.
Because their formulas were spiked with a sedative, the baby-women were
soon fast asleep.

After their naps, the baby-women were put back into their baby dresses
by the girls. After saying bye-bye to Marcie and the girls, the
baby-women left with their “mommies”.

Barbara and Mae found themselves strapped in the back seat of Dawn’s
car. With their heads bowed down, Barbara and Mae were sucking on their
pacifiers. If they did not, Dawn and Karen told them that they would
receive a bare bottom spanking. When they got back to Barbara’s house,
the adults took hold of the baby-women’s wrists and led then into the

Once in the house, Dawn and Karen let go of Barbara and Mae’s wrists.
Barbara immediately went onto her knees, but Mae remained standing. Not
for long, for Karen slapped her mother’s diapered bottom a few times.
Mae knew right away that Karen wanted her to crawl. Quickly, she got
down on all fours and began to crawl to the kitchen.

They were greeted by Stephanie. “Hi, my little babies. Did you babies
have fun at nursery school?” she inquired.

Turning to Dawn and Karen, she said, “Dinner won’t be for awhile. Why
don’t you take the babies out to Barb’s pool until dinner’s ready.”

Dawn and Karen thought that would be a great idea. So did Barbara, it
would be great to be able to swim in her big pool. Dawn and Karen led
Barbara and Mae through the glass sliding doors and out to the pool.
Barbara expected to walk onto the pool’s deck, but she and Mae got a
surprise. Dawn and Karen took them over to a tiny baby pool!

Barbara started weeping. She wanted to swim in her large pool, not sit
in a baby pool. Dawn started removing her baby clothes. She was dressed
only in her diapers, plastic panties and tee shirt. “We’ll leave the
babies in their diapers.” cooed Dawn.

Karen removed all of Mae’s clothes until she too was only in her
diapers, plastic panties and tee shirt. Then they sat the “babies” into
the pool., Barbara and Mae felt humiliated and started weeping. Finally,
Barbara started playing and splashing the water They stayed in the pool
until dinner was almost ready, then Dawn and Karen took their mothers
out and dried them off. To Barbara and Mae’s horror, Dawn and Karen
decided to change their wet diapers outside! Dawn laid Barbara down and
unpinned her diapers, revealing bare skin. Barbara offered little
resistance, she laid there blowing bubbles, trying to be a very
contented baby. Mae on the other hand fussed and struggled. Karen turned
her onto her stomach and began to spank her wet, diapered bottom. Mae
started crying from the humiliation and the pain. After being spanked,
Mae quieted down and allowed her daughter to put a dry diaper on her.
When the changing was done on the baby-women, Dawn and Karen had them
crawl into the house. The baby-women were put into their high chairs and
fed. As adults ate and talked, Dawn and Karen fed their infantile
mothers. After dinner, Karen and Mae said their good-byes as they left
to go home.

Dawn took Barbara to the nursery. Once there, Dawn removed Barbara’s tee
shirt, diapers and plastic panties. Barbara laid in her crib naked. Her
pubic area and bottom was powdered and baby lotion was applied.
Carefully, Dawn lifted her mother’s bottom up and slid the thick diapers
under her. Spreading Barbara’s legs apart, Dawn pulled up the cloth and
pinned them. Taking a pair of plastic panties, she pulled them up
Barbara’s legs, covering the bulky diapers. Once again Barbara was
encased in her diapers. She hated wearing them, but she knew that she
needed them now. The least amount of pressure on her bladder resulted in
her peeing. Dawn had conditioned her to do that. Barbara realized that
she would need to be re-potty trained again if she wanted to become an
adult once more. This caused tears to swell up in her eyes. Shortly,
Dawn had her mother dressed in her cotton baby gown.

Dawn had her infantile mother crawl to the family room where she sat
Barbara on her lap. Using the remote, Dawn turned on the TV and the VCR.
Barbara started to clap her hands when she saw that the show was Romper
Room. All week Dawn only allowed her to see children’s shows and hear
nursery songs. And she was happy watching these programs now. As Barbara
watched the show, Stephanie came out carrying her snack - a bowl of warm
pabulum and a bottle of her formula. It was bland, but filling. Dawn fed
her the pabulum and bottle-fed her too. By the time the show was over,
Barbara was finished her bottle and pabulum. Her daughters took her up
to her nursery room and tucked her into her crib. While Stephanie gave
Barbara her teddy bear, Dawn turned on the night light and turned off
the main light. Kissing her baby mother’s forehead, Dawn pulled up the
side rail, securing it. Barbara no longer wore the plastic vest. She
knew that she would be punished by the grown-ups if they found her out
of her crib at bedtime. Like every other night since her enforced
babying began, Barbara fell asleep within minutes, sucking on her pacifier.

Around two, Barbara started to wake. There was a cold dampness around
her waist and it was uncomfortable. Tears began to swell up in her eyes.
But before she could start to cry, the nipple of a baby bottle entered
her mouth. Barbara began sucking on the nipple as her “mommy” undressed
her. Dawn removed the soggy diaper and replaced it with three thick
ones. Shortly. Barbara was encased in dry diapers. She smiled as she
sucked the warm formula from the bottle. Barbara enjoyed Dawn and
Stephanie taking care of her. All the burdens of the world were lifted
off her shoulders and she could relax. Barbara continued sucking on the
bottle until she fell asleep again. Dawn quietly left the room.

Morning arrived and in walked Stephanie into the nursery room. Barbara
knelt up, holding on the side rail, sucking her pacifier, rubbing sleep
from her eyes.

“Good morning baby.” cooed Stephanie, “How’s Auntie Stephie’s widdle baby?”

Stephanie laid her mother down in the crib and removed the baby nightie.
Noticing that Barbara’s diaper was not too wet and she had not messed
herself, Stephanie took her to the kitchen. Barbara found herself
sitting in her high chair. Tying on the plastic baby bib, Stephanie
began spoon feeding her mother the warm baby rice cereal.

“Auntie Stephie gonna take baby to the playground today.” cooed Stephanie.

Barbara stop swallowing the rice cereal. “Was her daughter serious?” she
thought. “How embarrassing to be treat like a baby in front of so many
other people. And their children.”

Stephanie finished the feeding and had her mother crawl to the bathroom.
running her bath, Stephanie stripped Barbara and placed her into the
warm water. Barbara sat there as Stephanie bathed her. When the bath was
completed, she was dried and was told to crawl to the nursery, where
three thick diapers and a pair of plastic panties were put on her. A
pink tee shirt came next. Barbara expected her usual baby dress, but
received a surprise. Stephanie pulled out a yellow adult-size baby
romper suit. This was the final straw. The dam burst and Barbara started
crying. A pair of white ankle socks with lace and her high top sneakers
with the tiny baby bells were put on. Using a brush, Stephanie pulled up
the center of Barbara’s hair and clipped it with a white plastic bow.
Barbara sat there sobbing.

After the dressing, Stephanie led Barbara to car and drove her to a
deserted playground. Not wanting her mother to crawl in the grass that
might contain something that could harm her, she removed a baby umbrella
stroller from the trunk. Strapping Barbara into the confining stroller,
Stephanie wheeled her to the playground.

Barbara felt so ashamed at this treatment, but when she refused to get
into the stroller, Stephanie spanked her. Barbraa found herself
blubbering as she was confined to the stroller. Cars passed as Stephanie
wheeled her “niece” over to the baby swings.

Taking her mother out of the stroller, Stephanie sat her in a tiny baby
swing. Giving Barbara her “binkie”, Stephanie began pushing the swing
gently. Barbara felt so foolish sitting in the baby swing being pushed.
She had hoped that no one came to see a grown woman being treated so
babyishly. After the swings, Stephanie sat her on the teeter-totter.,
then took her to the small, sliding board. After being there for an
hour, Stephanie decided to go home.

Once home, Stephanie decided to take Barbara for a walk in the baby
stroller. Barbara was thankful that she lived in the country where the
neighbors were sparse.

When they got back to the house, Dawn was up and dressed. She was in the
kitchen fixing herself breakfast.

“Did baby have a nice time with Auntie Stephie at the playground?” she

Dawn laid her mother on the floor and began removing the romper suit.
Soon Barbara was dressed only in her diapers and plastic panties.
Barbara was getting so use to being dressed this way, it no longer
bothered her. After undressing Barbara, Dawn sat her in her play-pen and
gave her a pacifier. Barbara began playing with the baby toys in the
play-pen while Dawn and Stephanie sat on the sofa drinking their coffee.

The rest of the morning, the daughters played with their mother as if
she were a small baby. At lunchtime, Barbara was placed in her high
chair and fed a typical lunch suitable for a baby.

After lunch, the girls decided to let the “baby” go into her pool. The
pool turned out to be a baby pool and Barbara was dressed only in her
diapers and plastic panties and a tee shirt as Dawn and Stephanie sat in
lawn chairs watching her. Around two, Dawn decide it was time for
Barbara’s nap. Taking her out of he pool, she laid Barbara down on a
large blanket.

“I think I’ll change the baby out here before I take her in.” Dawn said
to Stephanie.

Barbara did not like that idea and started to struggle, but Dawn slapped
her diapered bottom a few time to quiet her down. Slowly, Dawn removed
the wet diaper and plastic panties. Even her tee shirt was damp and was
quickly removed. Barbara laid on the blanket naked. She would have been
more embarrassed if the backyard did not have a six foot fence running
around the perimeter. Stephanie handed her sister baby powder and baby
oil. She also gave her diaperine so Dawn could spread it all over
Barbara’s pubic area and her bottom to prevent a diaper rash.

Finally, she handed Dawn the dreaded diaper and plastic panties. Barbara
knew that she needed them because of her babying treatment, she had lost
control of her bladder!

Once diapered, Dawn had her mother crawl into the house and to her
nursery room. Once in the room, Dawn laid Barbara down in her crib.
Taking a pair of Dr. Denton’s, Dawn placed them on Barbara. Giving her a
pacifier, Dawn pulled up the rail to the crib and left the room.

Dawn no longer had to secured Barbara in the plastic vest. Barbara knew
that she was a baby and was not allowed out of her crib without her
daughter’s permission.

Barbara slept for the next hour and a half. Dawn came in with a bottle
and put the nipple into her mouth, waking her mother up. Barbara rubbed
the sleep from her eyes as she sucked on the nipple. Unzipping the front
of her Dr. Denton’s, Dawn stuck her hand into Barbara’s diaper.

“Wet.” she announced. She slowly removed the Dr. Denton’s, tee shirt and
diaper and plastic panties. Barbara laid in her crib naked, sucking on
her bottle. She was use to being changed and laying naked in front of
people. Dawn put dry diapers and plastic panties on her. She decided to
leave off a tee shirt considering it was a warm day. Then she took
Barbara to the living room where Stephanie was waiting.

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