Dr. Barbie Chapter Four (Patreon)

The drive started well, with Dr. Cartwright in the passenger’s seat sucking contentedly at her thumb and playing lazily with one of her pigtails with the other hand. But when she spotted the McDonald’s out the window, her mouth started watering. She popped her thumb out of her mouth and pressed her face up against the window, eyes round and greedy. Her belly grumbled, empty except for the juice she’d had earlier.

     “Um... Daddy?” she asked tentatively, “I’m hungwy-- can we get som’tin’ to eat?”

     “Uh... OK, sure,” he said. Fast food probably wasn’t the best option for breakfast, but who knew when Barbara had eaten last? He pulled through the drive in and got a McMuffin and an apple pie for her and a coffee for himself.

     Barbara ripped open the bag and attacked her food with glee. Dan watched out of the corner of his eye as she took a massive bite, smearing her lips and chin with greasy egg and cheese in the process. She chewed loudly, swallowed, and took another huge messy bite.

     “Slow down, sweetie,” he admonished gently, focusing on his driving. Barring anything unforeseen, they’d be back at his apartment in about 15 minutes... and after that, Dan’s first move was going to be putting a call in to a doctor friend of his-- he wanted to get Barbie checked out before he figured out his next move. Who knew what had been done to her, if it was permanent-- or weather or not it was ongoing?

     Barbie finished the sandwich quickly and eagerly moved on to the pie. She tore the wrapper off and took a big, greedy bite, cheerfully ignoring the fact that she was already quite full. She’d become a creature of the moment, driven by appetites, constantly seeking satisfaction... and right now, she was enthusiastically feeding her sweet-tooth.

     There was a brief silence, broken only by Barbie’s soft munching noises in the passenger seat. Dan sipped at his coffee and tried to focus on his driving and ignore the questions running through his mind. In the passenger seat, Barbie munched her apple pie at a steady pace, her lips and chin getting smeared with sticky sweet filling, her belly pleasantly full and warm.

     Neither could know that the tranquility was about to be interrupted... The Colony had altered Barbie’s digestive system, simplifying it greatly, until it was closer to that of an 18 month old than an adult. Further, her potty training had been erased along with most of the rest of her memories past the age of five. So she thought nothing of it when her tummy started to gurgle a bit inside of her, voicing it’s complaint at having been stuffed with greasy food.

     Barbie was about half-way finished when she started feeling rather full. In fact, she was feeling rather bloated... She leaned back and emitted a small belch, feeling swollen like a tick. Inside, her tummy was gurgling and rumbling, her bowels starting to contract with a dull cramping inside her.

      The full, cramping feeling built and built inside her... Barbie thought for a moment that she was going to pop. Instead, she farted, noisy, bubbly, and notably wet in the confined space of the car. Dan gave her a surprised look, nearly laughing when he saw that Barbie looked almost as shocked as he did-- apparently it was quite unexpected.  

     “Oopsie,” she said softly, blushing a bit. Though a little embarrassed, she did feel much better-- that why she didn’t really fight it when another sharp cramp squeezed out another noisy toot. This time she sighed.. some of the pressure had decreased-- but she still felt uncomfortably full. Her belly was bubbling nosily, her bowels were hot and crampy, and Barbie was passing gas uncontrollably at a pretty much constant rate. The rumbling toots were getting louder and wetter by the minute, and the pressure didn’t seem to be dissipating... if anything, it seemed to be getting worse.

     The bubbling, swollen feeling built to a crescendo, and Barbie gave a push, trying to rid herself of this sick feeling.

     Without warning, Barbie’s backside opened and a hot load of thick, gooey poop came gushing out of her with a mushy farting sound. Barbie gasped, shocked, her rump already totally smeared. Her potty-training skills having receded to practically nothing, the thought of trying to clamp up or control herself never even crossed her mind... so when the second instalment came thundering out of her tushy, filling her pampers like a steaming hot mudslide, Barbie mearly lifted herself out of her seat a bit and simply allowed the mess to flow out of her and pile up in the seat of her pampers.

     Dan, after nearly driving off the road, fixed her with an utterly shocked look... it was absolutely the last thing he would have expected from the refined, elegant, and frankly uptight Dr. Cartwright, and the  thickening stench in the car left absolutely no doubt about what had happened. “Oh my God,” he groaned. “Tell me you didn’t just...”

     Before he could finish his question, she answered it by lifting one buttock of the seat and thunderously pushing out another load of semi-solid poop into her already thoroughly soiled pampers, followed by a satisfied sigh. Her tummy felt much better, and as she settled back in to her seat, the gooey load squishing under her bottom, Barbie gave a giggly sigh, enjoying the sensations.

     Dan was horrified when he saw her squirming in the seat, making an even bigger mess... one that he was going to have to clean up! “Oh sweetie, don’t do that!” he pleaded, trying to stay cool.

     “It’s squishy, Daddy!” she giggled, squirming her butt around in the mushy mess for a few moments longer before she realized she still had half of her dessert left. She took another big bite of her apple pie, cheerfully munching as she squirmed and wriggled in her majorly messy diapers, the hot, muddy load squishing and spurting and smearing with every move.

     Dan couldn’t say anything, because the stench in the car was becoming overwhelming. He rolled down the windows, which helped, but he knew it wasn’t a permanent solution. Watching her squirming in her poopy pampers as she finished off her pie, he realized that she was getting messier by the minute. He had to get her changed, and he didn’t think they could wait until they got back to his place.

     “Just hold on, honey,” he said, trying not to breathe through his nose, “we’re going to find some place to get you changed out of that dirty diaper, OK?”

     “”Kay,” she responded, yawning, totally unconcerned. With a full belly to go with her warm, full diaper, Barbie was getting sleepy, and just a few moments later she was snoring softly in the passenger seat. Dan was relieved-- at least she wasn’t about to make the mess even worse.

     He pressed on, hoping that they still might make it back to his place, so he could give her a change in private. He knew Dr. Cartwright would be absolutely humiliated by this bizarre turn of events, but he was absolutely determined to keep her exposure down to a minimum... his main priority was maintaining Barbara’s professional reputation and personal dignity.

     But it didn’t take long for him to realize that, even with the windows down, his car was beginning to smell like an outhouse, and although the sight of Brenda dozing sweetly in the passenger’s seat was adorable, Dan knew she couldn’t stay like that for long... her delicate skin was probably getting a rash already.

     Tearing up from the stench of her mess, Dan scanned the horizon for someplace to stop and give her a change. At last he spotted a gas station. Dan pulled in, praying that they would have a changing station inside.

     He pulled in in front of the restrooms and almost cheered out loud-- they did have a changing table, and from the look of it him and Barbie were the only people around. He climbed out of the car, went around to the passenger’s side and opened the door. Inside, Barbie was still snoozing in the front seat, her thump hanging limply out of her mouth. She did look unbelievably cute... But from this distance, the smell was even worse,, and he held his breath as he reached out, took her by the shoulder and gave her a gentle shake. “Barbie,” he said softly. “C’mon, honey, wake up... we’ve gotta get you changed.”

     She jolted awake and smiled lazily at him, yawning and stretching and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Dan checked around, making sure the coast was clear before he helped her with her seat belt and steadied her as she rose from the front seat.

     “Can you walk?” he asked, “or do you need me to carry you?”

     By way of answer, she all but collapsed into his arms, and he fumbled for a moment, hefting her against him and slipping one hand under her padded rump, feeling the contents of the loaded diaper squish under his hand. He waited as she wrapped her legs around his waist before he carried her into the changing room.