Dr. Barbie Chapter Five (Patreon)

Dan winced, feeling the load in Barbie’s diaper squishing against his hand as he carried her against his hip into the changing room, the heavy smell of her mess beginning to surround them. Barbie, for her part, seemed unconcerned about the state of her diaper, or anything else for that matter... she was content to rest her head against Dan’s shoulder and enjoy the sensation of his strong arms around her.

     “OK honey... here we go,” he said, straining slightly as he hefted her up onto the changing table, wincing when he heard the load in her diaper squish audibly under her backside. Barbie’s eyes brightened and a naughty smile played across her lips.

     “OOOO,” she gasped, giggling and squirming her bottom in the gooey mess beneath her. She smiled at him suggestively, her eyes sparkling... Dan realized, to his shock, that Barbie was enjoying sitting in her mess-- in fact, it seemed like she was getting turned on.

     Dan stared, more conflicted and confused then he’d ever been... It was gross, obviously, but when he looked at her, grinning and squirming excitedly in a hot, messy pamper, there was some part of him that felt...

     “Uh... b-b-better lie back, Barbi-- er, Barbr-- Uh, I mean, Dr. Cartwright!” he stammered awkwardly, easing her back. He took his place at the bottom of the table and unsnapped the crotch of her onsie, thankful, at least, that he didn’t have to look at her sexy smile anymore. He tore the tapes off the front of her diaper and slowly, hesitantly pealed down the front panel...

     “Whoa...” he whispered softly to himself when he saw the inside of Barbie’s soiled pamper. The seat was caked with the now thoroughly squished and flattened mess, and there was a corresponding smear across her buttocks, all gooey and brown, an inch thick in some places and smushed up inside her butt-crack. The earthy stench instantly became a hundred times stronger, and Dan couldn’t help pinching his nose shut. “What a mess!” He exclaimed, drawing a knowing chuckle from Barbie, who lifted her legs and spread them wide to give him a good look at what he was dealing with. She stuck her thumb in her mouth and sucked it wetly... no longer possessing a sense of modesty, she delighted in exhibiting herself to him, and she was eager for him to clean her off-- she drooled at the thought of his hands on her body.

     “I’ll tell you this, young lady,” he lectured, faux stern, pulling a baby-wipe before taking her by the ankles and lifting her messy butt into position, “there is definitely no more fast food in your foreseeable future!”

     And though she didn’t quite get the joke, Barbie burst into giggles, smiling around her thumb.

     Dan reached out with the baby wipe and was about to take a pass when the door suddenly opened. A woman cradling a small infant in her arms. “OK, baby, time to change that wet--” she looked up and saw she wasn’t alone. “Oh!” She said, giving a surprised smile at Dan, who had frozen like a deer in the headlights. The woman grinned, looking like she was about to greet him as a fellow parent... but at that moment, she saw who was on the table and her jaw dropped. Her eyes narrowed, and for a moment she doubted her own vision, but there it was-- a grown woman, legs in the air, on her back on the changing table. “Oh,” she said, confused, and she was about to make a remark... until she noticed both the stench in the air and the sight of a diaper fully loaded with a gooey brown mess and the plump, womanly bottom that had a corresponding muddy smear across it. “Oh...” she said, crinkling her nose in disgust.

     Dan’s mind raced, trying to come up with a suitable excuse. “She, uh... she had an upset stomach,” he explained, Barbie smiling and nodding and gurgling in agreement from around her thumb.

     “Obviously,” The woman said curtly, pinching her nose closed and clutching her baby to her.

     “I’ll... I’ll try to hurry up,” he said.

     “Please do!” The woman huffed, pulling the door open and hurrying back out into the fresh air.

     Dan watched her go, then turned to Barbie. “I think you stunk her out, sweetie,” he whispered to her, making her giggle approvingly from the table.

     “Uck,” he said to himself as he began the long, arduous task of wiping Barbie’s tushy clean. “You’re lucky you’re so cute, honey,” he said, making her chortle happily at the complement. He held her ankles up and wiped her butt clean with one wet-wipe after the other. She shivered and giggled, wiggling her toes in pleasure as the handsome Dan wiped her bottom clean.

     Squirming on her back on the changing table with a dirty diaper under her, just like a big baby, Barbie slurped her thumb and grinned blissfully. Concepts like shame and embarrassment had become almost totally unknown to her. She felt no humiliation at being exposed like this, in a dirty diaper, in public, getting changed like a little two year old. What she did feel was a mild happiness at the prospect of a clean diaper (not that the messy one hadn’t had it’s charms,) and the now familiar arousal that was growing inside her.  

     And it definitely wasn’t lost on Dan: the way she was moving her hips as he wiped her clean left no doubt that the entire experience was an erotic one for Barbie, to say nothing of her pussy which was clearly wet in a way that had nothing to do with her newly developed incontinence. He almost had to laugh-- this was certainly a side of the straight-laced Dr. Cartwright he never expected to see!

     Finally, she was clean, and Dan turned away to wash his hands in the sink before he put her in a fresh pamper. As his back was turned, Barbie pushed herself up into a sitting position. Still slurping on her thumb, she looked down to inspect her freshly cleaned and tingling pussy. She reached down tentatively and touched herself, shivering in response.

     By the time Dan turned back around, Barbie was plainly masturbating as she sat on the edge of the changing table, one hand probing and rubbing her bare, glistening pussy while she eagerly sucked the thumb of her other hand. “Oh... hey, sweetie... you mustn’t do that,” he admonished gently, rushing back towards her. He took her hand and gently pulled it away from her her crotch. She gurgled affectionately, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself tightly against him. Dan stiffened as she pressed her bare pussy against him as she went in for a big, wet kiss. He signed softly, desperately wanting to give in to temptation. He leaned in, eagerly kissing her back, reaching around to give her bare, rounded ass a squeeze, drawing a squeal of joy from her.

     The rational part of his mind was still screaming that it was wrong... that he was taking advantage of her-- that they had to get out of there before someone saw them. But that part of him was getting smaller and smaller as she eagerly kissed and ground against him, thrusting her bare pussy against his pelvis. At once, Dan felt himself giving in... he reached down with towards the front of his pants...

     The door burst open again, and the irate mother from before was once more standing framed in the doorway, looking aghast at the spectacle before her, her lip curled distastefully. Just moments ago this woman, who for some reason, was dressed like a giant infant, was in the process of getting a massively messy diaper changed... now these perverts looked like they were about to get it on on the changing table!

     Barbie looked at her with a naughty smile-- unable to understand the woman’s outrage, she didn’t care that they’d been seen, and in fact wouldn’t have been overly upset if she stayed to watch.

     Dan, on the other hand, was once again frozen in place, a guilty expression on his face. Again he was left searching for some way to explain away the situation.

     “We, ah... we need a couple of more minutes...”