“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 while.”

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 news.”

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 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.