The Babying of Barbara Leto – Chapter Three
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 Nanny.”
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 Stephanie.
“Take me to nursery school, I can drive myself.” Stated Barbara.
“Baby much to young to drive.” Replied Stephanie.
“Now eat your pabulum, babykins.”
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 didee.”
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.
The End of The Babying of Barbara Leto – Chapter Three.
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