The Babying of Barbara Leto – Chapter Two
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 nursery.
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, er…Mommy.”
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 nursery.
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 Jack-in-the-box.
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 again.
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 fate?
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 rectally.”
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.”
The End of The Babying of Barbara Leto – Chapter Two.
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