Dr. Barbie Chapter 3 (Patreon)

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I probably should have talked a bit about the origins of the story back in the first chapter, but better late than never: basically this story is kind of a throwback to 50’s sci-fi/horror movies like The Blob, where a small town in menaced by a threat from space (in this case, one that mentally regresses women.) I was also planing on doing some other stories in this setting as the women of the town are slowly transformed into horny Adult Babies. Would you guys be interested in further stories set in this world once I’m done this one? Let me know in the comments.

Dan sat Barbie gently on the edge of the changing table, trying to slow his breathing. It had been quite a while since he’d occasionally helped his mother babysit when he was a kid, but he was sure he remembered the basics. She watched with a coy smile as he checked beneath the table, finding all the necessary supplies.

     “I’m hot,” she said simply, lifting her arms over her head and looking up at him expectantly. Reluctantly, Dan tugged the dress over her head, leaving her topless, and he couldn’t help but gaze at her large, round, womanly breasts, and Barbie smiled slyly when she noticed, rolling her shoulders back and thrusting her chest out proudly towards him.

     “Um,” he stammered, trying not to stare,  “b-b-better lie back, honey,” he said helping her back onto the lushly padded surface. She allowed herself to settled back with a soft sigh, all the while smiling suggestively at him. Dan tried to ignore it, tried to approach the task at hand with clinical detachment. He was determined not to take advantage of her regressed state-- a task easier said than done, especially when her squirming set her large, ripe breasts wobbling alluringly.  

     He tore the tapes off the front of the diaper, the sound echoing throughout the room. Barbie popped a thumb into her mouth and sucked it wetly, a playful smile spreading across her lips as the diaper was pealed down, leaving her squirming on her back before him, helpless and naked. She squirmed, exhilaration overpowering whatever lingering modesty or embarrassment she felt, and Barbie attempted to present herself to him as openly as she could, all but begging for his attention... and his touch. Dan’s breath caught in his mouth when he saw how perfectly hairless her privates were-- in fact, apart from what was on her head, Barbie appeared to be entirely hairless.

      (This observation was true-- the nanites, having studied the contents of Barbie’s laptop and determined that a lack of body-hair was apparently preferable among humans, had gone as far as to kill the roots of her pubic, leg, and armpit hair. As a result, Barbie would never again be able to grow hair below the neck.)

     He remembered to warm the baby-wipes with his hand before he used them, so they were about body temperature when he reached out, with his fingers trembling only slightly, and slowly wiped her glistening crotch. Barbie wriggled a bit on her back and sighed, closing her eyes dreamily. He could feel how engorged her pussy was under the wet cloth, and the way she moved left absolutely no doubt: the former Dr. Cartwright was practically shuddering with arousal.

     He finished with her pussy as quickly as he could, then took her ankles and hoisted her legs in the air, revealing her plump, round tushy. He’d hoped she would settle in once he started wiping her butt, but the opposite seemed to be true-- Barbie wriggled and squirmed and murmured gleefully when the cloth touched her bottom and gave a shriek of delight when he ran it up between her butt cheeks.

      Dan lowered her bottom to the table once again, and Barbie allowed her thighs to fall open as wide as they could go. She beamed at him invitingly from around her thumb, a small trickle of drool running down her chin... Dan reached beneath the table and brought up a container of powder, trying to ignore that sweet smile, the way her perfect breasts moved in time with her breathing, and her the way her plump pussy glistened. He forced himself to think of something else as he powdered her front and patted it in, but as he was rubbing the powder into her backside, he couldn’t help but wonder... had Barbara always been so... womanly... under her lab coat?

     (The answer was: not exactly. Studying the content on her laptop, the Colony had extrapolated the female body-type most preferred by the average human male, and had adjusted her body accordingly, making Barbie’s breasts bigger, her hips curvier, and her butt rounder by giving her a layer of puppy fat, resulting in an overall pleasingly-plump appearance that definitely suited an Adult Baby.)

     He was almost finished now, bur Barbie hadn’t given up her attempts at seduction: she lifted her feet into the air and spread her legs, giving Dan a lewd, explicit view of her ass and privates. She giggled and wiggled her shoulders back and forth, making her breasts jiggle in a most delightful way. Dan was supremely aroused by the spectacle, but still determined not to take advantage of her vulnerable state. Somehow, he found the strength to pull a fresh diaper our from under the changing table.

     Taking her by the ankles, he hoisted  rump Barbie’s into the air once more and slipped the pamper underneath her wriggling cheeks. Quickly, he pulled the front panel up between her legs and sealed it up tightly around her waist, breathing a silent sigh of relief once she was safely encased in plastic. He had been able to resist her charms... for now, anyway.

     For her part, Barbie was disappointed, and she allowed herself a moment to pout... however, she didn’t indulge in self-pity for too long-- she was enjoying the game of seduction, and she wondered what it would take to bring “Daddy” (as she’d already dubbed him) around... and how long it would take to wear him down.

     For now, she accepted the stalemate with good humour, and she smiled at him brightly as he bent down to pick her up. Dan suppressed a shiver when he felt her warm, bare body pressed up against him, the diaper crinkling under his hand when he slipped it beneath her thickly padded bottom for support. He hastily carried her over to the playpen and deposited her inside. “Just wait here a second, honey,” he said, “I’ve gotta think about this for a second.

     “OK, Daddy!” she giggled, turning her attention to one of the stuffed animals that littered the floor.

     Dan paced back and forth, occasionally glancing in her direction. He didn’t know what was going on, but he had a few ideas. His main concern now was Dr. Cartwright-- if anyone saw her in this condition, especially one of their peers, it could damage her reputation... maybe even end her career. At the very least she’d be a laughing stock. He had to get her out of here, now... before anybody else showed up to the lab.

     The first thing was to get Dr. Cartwright (he couldn’t let himself get used to thinking of her as ‘Barbie’) dressed. The closet was full of all sorts of ridiculous baby outfits, none of them fit for a professional woman... though when he glance back at Dr. Cartwright, cavorting in a playpen with nothing but an adult-sized pamper to cover her nudity, he realized that anything more age appropriate would probably be impractical.

     Finally, he selected a simple, white cotton onsie with Mickey Mouse on the front. “Arms up, honey,” he commanded. She obeyed with a smile, and it was a simple thing to slip it over her head and snap up the crotch. It was a snug fit (and Dan noticed that it hugged her curves in an alarmingly adult fashion) but it would do for the moment.  

     He went around the room and gathered some clothes, diapers, bottles and anything else he needed. With no bags, it took a couple of trips out to the car, and by the end, he had a back-seat strewn with Adult Baby supplies-- hope we don’t get pulled over, he thought, surprising himself when he chuckled at the image.

     Back inside, he made his way over to the playpen. He knelt down, getting face to face with Dr. Cartwright. “OK... Barbie,” he said wincing a little, “we’re going to go for a little ride... how does that sound?” he asked, receiving some very affirmative gurgling and clapping from the former scholar before him.  

     Helping her out of the playpen, he noted that although she was able to walk a few steps with his aid, she was definitely too unsteady on her feet to go all the way out to the car on her own power... in fact, he doubted she could even make it across the room. He scooped her up into his arms, still shocked by the powerful grip of her arms and legs around his neck and waist. She rubbed against him with an affectionate coo, burying her face in his shoulder.

     As he carried her out to the car, his heart pounded in a way that had nothing to do with physical exertion.  

     Barbie gurgled and smiled and sucked her thumb passively as he settled her into the front seat and buckled her in.

     Dan climbed into the driver’s seat and turned the key. “Ready, sweetie?”

     She gave an affirmative gurgle from around her thumb, her chin already wet with drool again. He shifted into drive and pulled away.