Baby Barbie
My Tweets
My Bio:
I am the baby around here, as all the mommies can attest to, and I like it that way! I adore wearing diapers, being fed and cared for, but as hard as I try I have some trouble with being good (just ask Mommy Maggie, sometimes I think the only thing she can say is "What am I to do with you?")
I try hard to be good, but when I enter the baby zone I just can't seem to listen or resist coloring on the walls. And of course I must be punished, either by time outs or spankings over the knee of caring adults. I would love to talk to a daddy out there or maybe be able to play with another baby. In this lifestyle it is hard sometimes to find the right play partners..
I play on the phone with many of the mommies on the site (although I think I am 'officially' Mommy Maggies, she really is good to me) but I wanted to explore further. I can't wait to talk with you!
[fts_twitter twitter_name=@BarbieMadison85 tweets_count=2 cover_photo=yes stats_bar=yes show_retweets=yes show_replies=no]
Being Diapered
Baby Talk
Being Daddy's Girl
Extreme AgePlay
[contact-form-7 id="13877" title="Contact page"]
Diaper Emergency call 
1 (888) 430-2010
January 30, 2026
The first thing I’m aware of is the soft, crinkly sound around my hips as I stretch in the morning, and the thick, padded feeling between my legs that lays brought me comfort. My eyes flutter open to the early morning light filtering through the open curtained window, the curtains were designed with blue sky and smiling clouds, dancing across the pastel yellow walls of the nursery that made the room feel warm and happy. I’m snug in my crib, my fingers curling around the smooth white wooden bars. The […]
June 20, 2025
The nursery glowed with the sweet pastel pinks of wallpaper covered walls. I clicked the lock on the nursery door behind me once it closed, leather gloves creaking as I flexed my fingers. His eyes darted to the frilled changing table, to the stack of Pampers blooming from their plastic half ripped packaging. “Big boys don’t slam doors,” I cooed, peeling the leather gloves off one finger at a time. The scent of his sweat sharpened as I approached, that bitter tang of gym socks and panic. “But you’re not […]