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.”

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.

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 herself.”

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.