Dr. Barbie Chapter Eight (Patreon)

After Barbie had been cleaned and diapered again, Dan set her up in front of the TV with a few of her toys, then put away the baby food that had been delivered by the supermarket. He’d slipped her into a simple white cotton frock... something that would be easy to take off for her check up when Susan arrived. She shook a rattle and clutched a stuffed bear to her bosom, sucking happily on a pacifier. Occasionally, she shot him a glance over her shoulder, making eye contact and shooting him a cheeky smile before returning her attention to her toys and her cartoons.  

     The rest of the afternoon went by quietly, punctuated only by another soggy diaper change for Barbie. He was thinking about feeding her a little dinner when there came a knock at the door.

     “Just a sec,” he called, quickly hoisting Barbie up under her arms and carrying her on his hip into the bedroom. “Wait here for a moment sweetie,” he said, kissing her on the forehead, “I’ll be back really soon, OK?”  

     Crossing the living room, he opened the door to reveal his old friend Dr. Susan Vang.

      “Hey you!” she said brightly, strolling past him into the apartment confidently. Susan was young, well dressed, Japanese, and had a body that wouldn’t quit, and most people who met her assumed she was a saleswoman, or even a model. But it didn’t take long to realize that Susan was very smart and highly capable, and she’d quickly become one of the most important people on staff at the hospital where she worked. “What’s up? You sounded weird on the phone.”

     “Susan,” he began, “I’m not surprised considering that this has probably been the single weirdest day of my life.”

     “What’s wrong?” Susan asked. She’d carried a barely concealed attraction for Dan since their college days, and although she didn’t like seeing him worried, she hoped that whatever it was, it might give them a chance to get a little closer. “Are you OK?”

     “I’m fine,” he assured her, “it’s... well... this is really hard to explain...” He started walking towards the bedroom, Susan following behind him. “It’s just that... well, when I got into work this morning... you know my supervisor, right?”

     Susan nodded, suppressing a frown. She’d met Dr. Cartwright a couple of times... worse, she had to listen to Dan go on about his silly, schoolboy crush on her when she came across to Susan like a frigid, cold-hearted bitch.... and although she would never admit it, Susan was jealous of Dr. Cartwright’s looks-- unnecessarily, since Susan was a bombshell herself, with a mane of lustrous, silky black hair and a curvy, womanly body packed onto a frame that stood only a few inches over five feet.

     “Well, when I got in, things were... well, they...” he struggled for words. “Well, they were different, I guess, and Dr. Cartwright was acting really weird, so I knew I had to get her out of there...”

     “Wait,” Susan said, unable to believe what she was hearing. “You thought she was sick, so you brought her back to your apartment and calling me instead of 911?” She couldn’t imagine why he would do something so stupid.  

     “She’s not sick,” he said quickly. “Well, at least I don’t think...”

     “Dan,” Susan said reasonably, “just stop for a minute. Take a breath and tell me what’s going on.”

     He opened the bedroom door and gestured inside. “I guess maybe you should see for yourself, Susan.”

     On the bed, Barbie was playing lazily with a stuffed bear, waiting patiently for Daddy’s return. She looked up eagerly when she heard the knob turning, then broke out into a wide, toothy grin when she saw Dan... a smile that dimmed somewhat when she saw Susan. Barbie had no recollection of Susan from their previous encounters (and frankly, it was doubtful she would have remembered even if she wasn’t now missing large sections of her memory,) but she didn’t like seeing Daddy hanging around with another woman... especially after Susan took one look at her and burst out laughing.

     “Oh my god!” Susan cried, howling with laughter. “Is that your boss? Is she wearing-- is that a diaper?!” She broke into peels of sharp laughter once more, causing Barbie to blush self-consciously. Although she was too regressed to understand everything Susan was saying, she did understand that she was being laughed at, and she didn’t like it.  

     Barbie was thankful when Daddy half scolded the other woman: “Susan, please-- this is serious,” he admonished, a little taken aback by her lack of professionalism.  

     “Sorry, Dan,” she snorted, covering her mouth and trying to regain control of herself. “What happened... and why is she dressed like that?”

     Dan recounted the story to her as best he could. Susan listened, occasionally letting loose a snort or guffaw in Barbie’s direction, making the baby-woman squirm uncomfortably on the bed. Barbie suddenly felt very silly, almost ashamed of herself. Dan shot Susan an annoyed look every time she chuckled, and she tried to get a hold of herself, but she found maintaining her professional demeanour almost impossible... especially when she pictured Dan changing his snooty boss’ big bulky adult diapers!

     “I just want you to make sure she’s not sick,” he said to the giggling Susan, starting to regret involving her.

     She first took Barbie’s blood pressure and found it perfectly normal for a woman her age. Then, she took out her stethoscope, trying to suppress a naughty grin. She had already determined to make this check up as highly embarrassing for Barbie as possible, and now was her first opportunity to pile on the humiliation.

     “Dan,” she asked innocently, “would you be a dear and please remove her dress for me?”

     “Is that really necessary?” Dan asked, attempting to spare what was left of Barbie’s modesty.

     “We want it to be as accurate as possible,” she reminded gently, grinning to herself behind his back when he slowly moved to comply.  

     “Arm’s up, honey,” he commanded gently, and Barbie complied enthusiastically and instantly, throwing her arms up over her head and grinning up at him, happy for another opportunity to show off her nude body to him again. Susan watched with a raised eyebrow as Barbie eagerly allowed him to bare her body (then felt a pang of jealousy when she noted that Barbie’s breasts were a little larger than hers.)

      Smirking down at Barbie, Susan made a show of pretending to try and warm the stethoscope with her breath before she spitefully pressed the cold metal to Barbie’s bare chest, making her jump and squeak.  

     “Quiet!” Susan snapped, barely concealing her grin. This was just too much fun! Clearly, Dan had been going to easy on her... spoiled her, and after the way she treated him! Susan was determined to have a little fun at her expense, no matter what Dan said.

     After running the stethoscope across her chest (“accidentally” brushing Barbie’s nipples with the cool metal more than strictly necessary, smirking when they stiffened to attention,) Susan found her heartbeat and breathing to be perfectly normal. Susan checked her ears, nose, and throat, finding them all perfectly healthy, and her reflexes tested normally.  

     (In fact, Barbie was in perfect health following her encounter with the nanites: they had tuned up her entire body from the DNA up, and had actually probably extended her life by decades.)

     At last it was time to take her temperature, and Susan had been waiting for this moment! During Barbie’s check up, she’d thought of the perfect way to heap on the humiliation. “Take down her diaper,” she said casually to Dan, concealing her smirk like a trained actress.

     “Why?” said Dan, aghast.  

     “I’ve got to take her temperature,” she said, taking the thermometer from her medical bag and smearing it with some lube.  

     He stared at her in horror as the realization sunk in. “Oh no... just forget it, Susan...”

     “You asked me to check her out,” she replied calmly, “this is part of checking her out.”

     “Take it in her mouth.”

     “What if she chews it?”

     “There’s got to be another way!”

     “Dan,” she said seriously, “listen to me: I’m a doctor, I need to take her temp, and this is the best, most accurate way in this situation.”

     She couldn’t help a little smile when he slouched, defeated. Susan went in for the kill. “Now: What I think would work best is if you take her over your knee for this... that way you can keep her still and comfort her if she needs it.”

     Dan hesitated, but not for long. He was genuinely concerned about Barbie, and he wanted to eliminate the possibility of any major health problems... at least until he could figure out how to help her.  

     He sat next to her on the bed and took her hand softly. “Come here, honey,” he said gently, leading her across his lap and helping her settle into place.

     Suppressing a giggle, Susan watched Dan untape the diaper and peel the back panel down, baring the smooth, pale cheeks of Barbie’s plump bottom...