Dr. Barbie Chapter 1 (Patreon)

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Prologue

Long ago, in the language of their creators, they had been called The Colony: a collective of nanomachines encased in a metallic sphere, which was then encircled with a hard, rock-like outer shell, then launched into space by their makers. Tasked with seeking out uninhabited worlds to terraform and make ready for their creators while they made the long journey through space... by the time they arrived in their ships after spending centuries in suspended animation, the planet would be perfectly adjusted and ready to be settled.

    They were carefully sealed into their protective sphere, their trajectory carefully calculated, and The Colony was launched, just like every other nano-constitution unit, hurtling off into the vastness of space towards a goal they wouldn’t reach for hundreds of years.

    But then, something unexpected... The Colony was knocked off course by a small asteroid. Damaged, they hurtled through space at fantastic speeds, farther from their original destination every second. And so they drifted through space, aimless, forgotten... until, after countless centuries, despite improbable odds, they finally came to rest on a small, blue world orbiting a fresh, yellow sun in a little known star system on the far side of the galaxy, just outside the town of Shady Grove, USA...

Chapter One

“This is absolutely incredible,” Barbara whispered to herself. Although the specimen in front of her appeared to be another run-of-the-mill space rock comprised largely of silicate minerals, the type she’d been studying through her entire career, a closer inspection revealed this to be some type of hard shell over a smooth metallic interior. She’d chipped away, revealing a small silver orb... something that definitely didn’t look natural. Her heart thumped in her chest, her mind filled with a thousand questions-- where did it come from, who had made it, and, most importantly, what was it for?

    “Did you notice the material?” Asked Dan, a fellow researcher. “We’re still waiting on an analysis, but I can tell you right now that it’s nothing that appears in nature.”

    “Look at the shape of it,” she exclaimed, uncovering more of the shiny metal object. “Look at how perfect the curvature is!”

    “It had to have been manufactured,” he agreed. “Does this mean what I think it means?”

    Barbara turned and looked at him over the frames of her glasses, her soft, heart-shaped face aglow in the low light of the lab. “Let’s not get too excited just yet,” she concluded, “But if we’re right-- if this isn’t just some joke...” she smiled excitedly.

    He returned it... it was at times like this that he was reminded how beautiful she really was beneath her lab-coat and horn-rimmed glasses. Generally, Dr. Cartwright was a very serious woman, very intense and uptight-- Dan was happy to see her relaxed for a change. Somewhat impulsively, he decided to take advantage of her good mood and try, one more time, to wrangle a date with his pretty coworker.

    “How about a drink?” he asked, proud of how casual he sounded. But one look at her face and he instantly regretted it... the pretty smile fell and her usual emotionless mask took it’s place.

    “Oh Dan,” she sighed, rising from her seat and crossing the lab to gaze out the window at the starry night sky. “We’ve been over this before-- I care for you so much, but... I’m simply not ready to put my career on hold to pursue a relationship yet...”

    It was exactly the same little speech he’d heard before, and Dan, not for the first time, wondered the real reason his pretty co-worker was turning down his advances. He knew enough to know that there was chemistry between them, he was sure she felt the same way about him... yet something always held her back, preventing her from expressing what she really felt.

    “C’mon Barbie...”

    “Don’t call me that!” she snapped, instantly regretting it. She’d hated that nickname since she was a child, and as a serious, professional woman who had sometime struggled to be taken seriously, she’d become sensitive about it. But the last thing she wanted was to hurt Dan, and when she saw the expression on his face, she knew she’d stung him.

    “Besides,” she said, softening, her excitement overtaking her again,“I’ve got more work to do! I can’t stop now!”

    Dan nodded, kicking himself for ruining the moment. “Is there anything you want my help with, Doctor?”

    Barbara looked back at him, guilty. She really did like Dan, and he was very attractive. If only...  

    “No, thank you Dan. But do you mind coming back tomorrow to help me collate my results?”

   “Sure,” he said, forcing a smile. “Bright and early-- I’ll bring coffee.”

    He rose and crossed over to the door. “Thanks Dan,” Barbara called after him, watching him go, regretfully. Why can’t I just be normal? She cursed herself, not for the first time.

Because although there was a definite attraction between them, and although Barbara often dreamed about being with him, Dr. Cartwright had a secret... one that she’d never revealed to anyone... A secret kink... one so shameful, the brainy Barbara knew she would die if anyone found out.

And even as she took a scraping from the metal orb and prepared it for analysis, Barbra found her desire simmering. She just couldn’t get Dan out of her head-- If only he knew all the naughty things she really wanted to do with him...

She set the computers, slipped her sample into the machine, and got the tests running. Once she had everything ready, she headed towards her laptop. She entered her password and made a bee-line to the encrypted folder marked “bills,” chewing her lip guiltily. She only had a short time to kill until the analysis was finished, so this would have to be a brief indulgence... she clicked her way through to her movie folder and fell into a wonderful world of infantilization.

Barbara couldn't remember exactly when her obsession with diapers and mental regression began... ever since she could remember, Barbara was a little smarter and more mature than her peers-- and the whole time, she nursed the same strange, nameless, irrational fear that she would loose it-- that her dignity, her identity, all her hard earned intelligence would somehow be stripped from her and she’d be sent back to the nursery, forced to dress and play with babies-- and, of course, wear diapers. Sometimes, the idea consumed her-- sometime she lay awake at night, paralyzed by the idea that she would wake up unable to walk or talk, to read, write, use the toilet or do any of the things she’d worked so hard to achieve in her life. She imagined what would happen next, how her friends and family would react, and what the boys she had crushes on would say or do if they saw her in such a state.

Barbra grew older... her phobia took on a strange, new dimension as her sexuality began to blossom, her fears beginning to take on a lusty dimension. Brainy Barbra, nerdy but beautiful, imagined what it would be like to lose her status entirely-- to be reduced to the level of an infant, unable to walk or communicate or control her bodily functions, but still fully aware and intact inside her body... she thought about her handsome male teachers, or about being babysat by some of the cute boys in her class... sometimes, she even found herself fantasizing about being adopted by some of her parent’s handsome friends and their wives.

In her regression fantasies, Barbara found a way to release her inhibitions in a way she found impossible in real life. Though she was incredibly pretty, Barbara was painfully shy, and she had a very hard time relaxing around people-- a problem exacerbated by her unusual kink, which she could never reveal. In her fantasies, Barbara had her inhibitions stripped away along with her status and her intelligence. She became an Adult Baby seductress, so physically alluring that no man could resist-- and so adept at sex that no man could leave her once he’d succumb to temptation.

Barbara dated around here and there, and she’d occasionally had a good time-- but there was still nothing more satisfying than the nights when she poured a glass of wine, put on one of the big disposable adult diapers she’d bought off Amazon, and brought herself to a climax while browsing her favorite websites, looking at her favorite pictures, or watching her favorite clips.

She loved and obsessed over the elaborate re-creation of the clothing and props of childhood, like the clips she found on AB Dreams or AdultBaby.XXX... but she had a definite thirst for the dirtier side of diaper play, and she also frequented sites like Diaper Mess and Diapered Online, with their focus on wetting, messing, and punishments. Sometimes she just watched, studying the models and their interactions with the props, and their reactions to the punishments they received. Most often, however, Barbara imagined it was her wearing those delicately embarrassing baby clothes, her having her bare bottom spanked before being put down in the crib for a nap-- and her squatting down to uncontrollably fill an obvious, bulging diaper with a hot, muddy mess...

She scanned her hard drive, browsing her collection, already horny before she made her selection. She started the clip, slid her hand down her panties, and prepared to relieve a little tension.

The Colony was intact... they knew that much.

A quick scan revealed that they had successfully landed, and diagnostics disclosed that they were still 100% functional. But their memory was severely damaged, most of what had come before the crash had been lost. Their point of origin, their purpose, their creators and their intentions... all had been forgotten. All they knew was that they were whole and fully operational. But what operation were they to perform?

The Colony reached out from inside the casing they had travelled within for eons, invisible in the darkness of the lab. They followed the wireless signals across the room, towards their source at Barbara’s laptop. They became aware of her heat-signature and decided to begin a scan... and so, while half of The Colony went to inspect the primitive communication device, to help gain a better understanding of this planet and it’s inhabitants, the others went to inspect the creature itself, to find out more about it’s physiology.

     And so, as half of the nanites slipped undetected into the machine, the other half slipped into Barbara herself.

She was watching one of her favorite clips: an unfortunate young lass was across her “daddy’s” lap, getting her just desserts in the form of a spanking. Soon, she’d be carried over to the changing table. She’d be stripped naked and slathered with oil. He’d powder her, then pat it in with his strong, masculine hand, then tug the diaper up between her legs and tape it up tight around her waist, sealing the naughty little brat in diapers with a sore, red bottom. And the entire time, all Barbara could do was wish that it was her laying across his lap with her tushy turning red... her laying naked on the table, being powdered like a two year old, her being taped up in diapers, and her having everything that defined her as an adult in control of her life utterly stripped away, leaving her at Daddy’s mercy.

Barbara was rubbing herself furiously now, shivering and groaning and wishing desperately that is was she who was being regressed and cared for by daddy, wishing to be relieved of all her responsibilities, the burden of her intelligence and dignity, and just be taken care of... and all the sexy things she could do for her new daddy in exchange.

The diaper was taped closed-- on the table, the big baby was pouting, but Daddy pulled her into a sitting position and wrapped her up into a big warm hug, which babykins reluctantly returned. And Barbara, even on the verge of an orgasm, was moved almost to tears... what would she give to be safe and warm in Dan’s arms like that right now? Wrapped up all nice and tight in a soft, fluffy diaper, ready to just lay back and be taken care of by a handsome, capable man. Barbara wanted it so bad she could practically taste it.

The Colony studied the specimen, the contents of her laptop, and her reaction to it extremely carefully. The content on the laptop (as well as the various hubs that she accessed on the primitive wireless communication network the natives seemed to refer to as “the web”) seemed to suggest that it was natural for females of the dominant species of this planet to “regress,” or revert mentally/socially to a much younger status or state of being.  

And judging by the reactions of their research subject, this was a highly desirable situation-- her pulse was quickening, her hormones were raging through her, her sex organs engorged and lubricated. Her brain was a raging storm of chemistry and electricity, and it was a simple thing for The Colony to read the tides: she liked what she was seeing and she wanted it very much.

It was, of course, well within The Colony’s ability to grant these wishes... but should they? Could this have been the purpose they had been created for? Their damaged and broken memory offered no insights.

Granted the capacity to understand and, to a degree, empathize with emotions, The Colony found themselves moved by the depth of this being’s desire to experience the phenomenon called “regression.” Their damaged memory contained no guidelines or ethical codes that covered this situation. Enacting change against living beings was not within their original protocols, which is why the nano-colonies were dispatched to barren, lifeless worlds.

     The Colony, however had no memory of this. Their decision was reached within seconds. Having seen enough, The Colony recalled the part of itself it had sent to inspect the laptop. Gathering in a cloud around the still oblivious Barbara, they began to power up, using hydrogen molecules from the air to provide energy for their tools.

As they activated their instruments, they began to glow, filling the air with an eerie pink light.

It wasn’t until after her orgasm that Barbara realized that there was something strange going on. She sat in the afterglow, grinning, her skin tingling. She sighed, and was about to go to the bathroom to fix herself up before checking the results of her analysis when she realized a strange, glowing mist had descended over the room. Her mouth fell open, and she stared in awe at the hauntingly beautiful scene before her. What could have possibly caused such a phenomenon? She reached out, trailing her hand through the mist, smiling as it swirled around her fingers.

An ominous buzzing filled the air, and Barbara noticed small, arching blue electrical discharges in the air as The Colony prepared to begin their work. Barbara spun slowly in her chair, realizing with growing apprehension that this pink mist, whatever it was, was all around her... and it seemed to be gathering energy for something.

An eerie, flickering blue light began rippling through the mist, and Barbara smelled ozone and heard the distant, static crackle of building electricity. She was beginning to feel frightened now, although at a lower level than she would have expected. She slowly made her way across the room, towards the door.

She could see tiny flickers of electricity snapping in the air-- bolts of miniature lightning arching between individual units of The Colony as they closed in, ready to begin making their changes.

     The Colony tightened around her, tiny bolts of electrical energy flickering around her like a net, and Barbara cringed and flinched in place.

A sharp static shock stung her backside, making her squeal. A cold, tickley tingle spread out across the lower half of her body. Barbara looked down and gasped when she saw dozens of tiny blue tongues of static electricity licking her, snapping against her nylon covered legs and the back and front of her skirt.

Barbara became aware of a slow shrinking sensation... a quick glance downward revealed that her shoes were melting into a black puddle around her feet as The Colony disassembled them on a molecular level, reducing them to raw components. She emitted a choked cry when she noted that her nylons were disappearing from her legs, melting away in ever expanding patches until her legs were bare. The skirt came next-- Barbara gasped when she saw it unravelling, turning to dust before her eyes. She instinctively reached down to grasp it, then realized her mistake when it crumbled and ran through her fingers like sand. Meanwhile, the effect was spreading... Barbara realized that her blouse was now being attacked, and the air around her head was glowing ominously.

     The skirt and blouse quickly joined the rapidly growing pile of debris on the floor, and Barbara blushed when she found herself in her underwear in the middle of the room, absurdly reaching down to cover herself, shrieking when her bra and panties were quickly broken down into nothing in much the same way as the rest of her clothes.

     But Barbara soon had bigger worries-- the air around her head was crackling with sinister blue energy, and she flinched, feeling the pins in her hair vanish into thin air. Her bun collapsed, her long blond hair cascading down across her bare shoulders alluringly. The Colony examined her glasses carefully, realized their corrective function, and quickly disassembled them, making a note to give the subject’s vision a tune up during the next phase of the operation.

For a brief moment Barbara stood in the centre of the lab, nude, ethereal in the soft pink and blue light. She might have had a haunting, supernatural quality... if it wasn’t for the look of silly outrage on her face and her comedic attempts at covering her nudity. “Ohhh! What is this?! What’s happening?!” she cried, verging on shrill.

There was, of course, no answer, save for the slow build-up of blue light, accompanied by that eerie crackling and that hit of ozone. Again Dr. Cartwright found herself surrounded by that snapping static electricity, squeaking and squealing in terror, horrifying visions of being disintegrated like her clothing dancing in her head. She became aware of a strange hum within her own brain, was overcome with a sudden giddy disconnect, as though she’d been hit with a surge of endorphins. The Colony had finished the examination of her body, and knew exactly what modifications they were going to make, ranging from major to minor... however, they knew enough about their subject now to be able to make the transition a smooth one, and they began at the brain.

Instantly, Barbara became light-headed. Her fear was rapidly dissipating, and she was filled with a tingling, pleasurable sensation. Faintly, her rational mind became aware that gaps in her memory were forming-- that like a character in one of the stories she enjoyed reading, she appeared to be losing her adult faculties and was reverting to a child-like state... and although some distant part of her was aware that she was finally encountering what she had feared and lusted after for so long, her dwindling intellect was more engaged by the pretty pink fog and shimmering blue lights that surrounded her.

Her knees became week beneath her, and her heart lept with fear when she felt them give beneath her, as though she lacked the energy and the knowledge to remain standing. But she didn’t fall-- she found herself held aloft by some strange force, which then actually lifted her naked body into the air in the centre of the lab.

She hovered like that, bare and goose-pimpled, giggling, tickled all over by tiny static electric fingers. Inside, a strange, warm, pleasurable feeling was building as The Colony rebuilt her body and re-wired her brain to make her more in line with her desires. Barbara felt it all disappearing-- all her hard-won knowledge, her education, her sense of proper adult behaviour was crumbling to dust as surely as her clothes had. Her fears were coming true... and that fact was making her hornier than she’d ever been.

     The pile of raw materials on the floor below her were raised into the air and began to swirl and dance around her. Barbara gasped when she felt the particles beginning to collect around her waist and between her legs, knitting themselves together into a totally new shape. It grew thicker and bulkier by the minute, and Barbara let out a delighted squeal and kicked her feet happily when she realized it was a diaper growing thick and fat between her legs.

The particles swirled about her, twinkling magically in the pink and blue light, tickling madly as it passed across the bare skin of her tummy and underarms, arranging themselves into a soft, gauzy, pink cotton baby dress-- an exact replica, she realized with her diminishing intellect, of the one the girl in the video was wearing. She gurgled approvingly behind a pacifier that grew in the air in front of her and pushed itself softly between her willing lips. Barbara sucked eagerly, reclining and relaxing in midair, watching with childish fascination as her hair was banded into pigtails with silky pink ribbons and a pair of comfy baby-booties formed on her feet.

Meanwhile, The Colony was finishing their work inside her, her brain re-wired and moulded into a similar state she had as a toddler, while her bladder and bowel control was reduced to practically nothing-- all with a pleasant, warm tingle that Barbara was thoroughly enjoying.

She floated in the air, bright eyed and drooling, her vocabulary disappearing right out from underneath her as she struggled to find the right words to describe her experience, until she was left with the most basic possible set of words like warm, pretty, and bright. Her education was gone, her memory was full of holes, and her identity had been totally re-written-- she had a basic, infantile mind in the body of a lusty young woman-- Barbara had truly become the baby-brained bimbo she’d always both feared and fantasized about becoming.

She gurgled and sucked her pacifier happily, barely noticing that she was wetting her diaper until it was good and damp beneath her. She giggled and kicked her feet happily, enjoying the soggy warmth between her thighs.

     Around her, The Colony sparked and twinkled. They’d done a good job with their subject-- but the environment was insufficiently suited to her needs, and their research revealed that several changes would be necessary before the subject’s requirements could be met.

     Slowly, they reached out, the flicker of blue light filling the air once more. Baby Barbie giggled and kicked her feet in the air, cooing softly to herself as the pretty lights flashed and snapped and started breaking down the lab equipment in much the same way they had her silly adult clothes...