Dr. Barbie Chapter Ten (Patreon)

“Oh my god!!” Susan’s cries filled the apartment, her rational mind retreating into blind panic as she was engulfed in a familiar blue electrical glow. The Colony had learned from their first experiment, and the process was accelerated this time, Susan’s professional attire rapidly disintegrating, revealing taunt, soft flesh beneath. In moments, Susan was totally nude, her firm breasts with their dark nipples exposed to the room, along with her neatly trimmed bush and bare, jiggling bottom.

     “EEEK!” she squealed, turning on her heel and preparing to bolt from the room, panicked, not caring if she was was naked or not. She started to run, but found she was just pumping her legs in place without making any progress. A glance downward revealed the reason why-- she was being lifted into the air by some unseen force, her feet hovering a few inches from the ground. With a frightened cry, she struggled against whatever power held her aloft. She regretted her defiance almost immediately when she received a sharp shock to her plump, rounded tushy, making her buns sting and tingle behind her. The message was clear, and Susan forced herself to hold still as the particles of her former clothes swirled around her, glowing eerily in the strange blue light.

     “Yeeow!!” Susan cried, reaching back to rub her backside, which was now stinging like she’d been spanked. She pumped her legs furiously in the air, but it was no use... she rose steadily, the crackling blue energy and strange pink light enveloping her, until at last she was hovering a few feet above the furniture.  

     On the bed, Barbie spun herself around, stretching out on her tummy and watched with her chin propped up on her palm, gurgling happily to herself. The tables seemed to be turning on her tormentor, and Barbie couldn’t be happier. Susan’s embarrassed squeals was music to her ears, and seeing her get a well deserved shock to her butt made Barbie chortle gleefully.  

     The air around her was filled with the strange mist of The Colony, tiny arks of energy flickering between them like miniature lightning bolts. The strange pink glow grew stronger and stronger, the buzzing getting louder in her ears. Susan became aware of a strange crawling sensation cross her body... she looked down to see the particles of her former pant suit reforming on her body, stitching itself back together into some strange new shape.

     “What’s going on!?” She shrieked, in full panic now as the nanites entered her body with ease, redistributing themselves to begin making changes on a biological level... and as her new wardrobe began to take shape, Susan felt a strange, glowing tingle spread throughout her body.

     She watched, horrified, as a familiar looking puffy plastic undergarment began to bloom beneath her, forcing her thighs apart and clinging hungrily to her hips, throbbing, pulsating, growing larger by the second. “Oh NO!” She cried, kicking and squealing in helpless, ticklish discomfort as the raw particles spread out across her chest and back, and Susan was forced to watch, powerless, as they began forming themselves into an infantile pink and white party dress.

     “Help me!” She screamed, terrified, watching helplessly as the dress took shape, a concoction of frills, ribbons and ruffles shaped perfectly to her fit, womanly body, accentuating her curves and contours, until it was a perfect synthesis of infantile innocence and raw, carnal desire.

     Dan burst into the room, awed by what he was seeing. The flickering lights were familiar to him, but he never could have expected what he was seeing. He watched, awed, as Susan’s nude form twisted and squirmed in mid air, a new (and rather embarrassing) outfit forming on her body seemingly out of thin air.

     He could never have perceived the changes that were happening internally, of course-- while one cluster of nanites headed straight for her brain to begin rewriting synapses and limiting access to certain parts of her brain, constricting her vocabulary, motor skills, and access to her memories (The Colony had decided to allow this subject access to some of her memories, allowing her to remember who she was and what she had been like before her change... but now how to do it.) Control of her bowels and bladder had been reduced to almost nothing, and her digestive system was being simplified in the same way Barbie’s had been, meaning that from this point forward she would wet and mess herself uncontrollably  exactly like a baby would.

     Though there was no accompanying pain, Susan could feel herself being changed inside and out, her hard-earned education slowly fading from her mind, leaving behind only the vague knowledge that she had had indeed attended medical school. She screamed and cried, all dignity and maturity evaporating from her as her hair banded itself into a pair of pigtails secured with a set of matching pink ribbons made from the final remnants of her former attire.

     At last she spotted Dan, and she twisted in his direction, reaching out piteously. “Dan! Pwese hewp me!” she cried, frantic, well aware that if things kept up she would likely be rendered unable to speak within moments.

     Mesmerized and frantically attempting to analyze the situation, Dan none the less had the presence of mind to reach out towards her, only to receive a painful shock for his trouble, forcing him to pull back his arm. Susan emitted a bratty squeal of frustration, kicking her legs in the air behind her. He watched her new outfit finalize itself, her crinkly diaper inflating into it’s final puffy shape, the dress slithering into place, it’s short, frilly hem doing absolutely nothing to hide the bulging, ruffled diaper beneath.

     Her entire body from her head to her toes was filled with a warm tickling sensation that, although actually somewhat pleasurable, seemed to be robbing her limbs of the strength she’d earned through many hours at the gym.

     But it was the rapidly decaying ruins of her mind that caused the most distress... Susan cried and howled, feeling the blocks being erected in her memories preventing her from accessing the full range of her skills and knowledge (or in some cases, such as her potty training, they were simply deleted entirely... deemed by The Colony to be “irrelevant” to her future status.)

     In their place, there was only a void... that, and the vague sense that she had possessed this knowledge and these skills, once, but now she was totally unable to access those areas of her brain ever again. Her wailing grew more and more hysterical with every passing moment, and Dan was forced to look on, helpless, as the electric crackling seemed to grow to a crescendo along with her piteous cries.

     “Daddy! DAAADDDDYY!” she shrieked, reaching out uselessly towards him. “Hewp me! I no wanna be Baaaa-bbbbeeeee-he-he!” she wailed, the last fully formed words she spoke before breaking into a high-pitched, infantile squall... the incoherent cry of a frightened baby.

     At last, the flickering, crackling energy began to die down, and Susan was slowly lowered, until she was laying on the bed next to Barbie, who inspected this new arrival with glee... she adored the idea of a baby sister!

     Dan rushed over, frantic, inspecting her for any serious damage while gently rubbing her belly in an attempt to sooth her fussing. Susan seemed unhurt, but she was weeping without control, both mourning her lost maturity and throwing a tantrum at having been embarrassed in front of her crush and the romantic rival she’d so recently had under her thumb.

     Dan tried desperately to sooth her crying, but Susan was inconsolable, thinking about everything that had just slipped through her fingers. She thought about how funny it had seemed when she first saw Barbie, diapered and infantile... how superior, sophisticated and mature she’d felt in comparison to the drooling, squirming former scientist.

     Now it was Barbie looking down at her with a smug smirk, and it filled Susan with bratty, impotent rage... it wasn’t fair-- it just wasn’t fair!

       “Susan... Susan please,” Dan whispered, stroking her cheek gently until she focused up at him, her eyes spilling over with tears. “Are you alright, sweetie?” he asked, taking her hands into his and bringing them to his mouth to kiss them gently, trying to coax some kind of answer out of her so he could hopefully determine the extent of the damage that had been done.  

     His answer came in the form of a long, noisy hissing from inside Susan’s diaper. Dan glanced down in time to watch the front panel of her pampers darken as they absorbed a long flood of urine flowing involuntarily from her bladder.

     Susan gave a distressed gurgle, wiggling on her back as she strained, futility, to clamp down... but her efforts were useless, and she pissed her diaper freely until the stream finally trickled to a halt on it’s own.  

     She looked up at him, bottom lip quivering, and managed to cease her crying long enough to blubber piteously at him: “Daaaa-deeee! Susie went pee pee!”