Dr. Barbie Chapter Eleven

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Unable to sooth her fussing, Dan was forced to scoop the wailing Susan into his arms, clutching her tightly, bouncing her in his arms and patting her padded bottom. She wrapped her arms and legs around him tightly and wept loudly, burying her face in his shoulder and mourning her lost adulthood. It just wasn’t fair! Barbie had been regressed into a drooling, bubble-brained bimbo-- so why did Susan still remember being a successful, beautiful young woman?

     Dan, for his part, put himself on autopilot, murmuring softly to her as he wracked his brain, trying desperately to understand what he had seen... and trying to calculate what the implications were. He held Susan tight and tried vainly to sooth her, her body hot and sweaty against him, her heart hammering in her chest.

     On the bed, Barbie sat, her soggy diaper squishing under her plump tushy, watching the scene unfold. At first, she’d enjoyed Susan’s little reversal of fortune, and she’d love watching her squeal and cry like a little brat... but as she watched Daddy try to console her, his strong arms around her, his strong, manly hand patting her diapered rump, she felt a stab of jealousy... He was her Daddy first, and now this little brat was horning in, stealing his affections with her little crybaby routine! She liked the idea of a little sister... but she wasn’t to keen on the idea of sharing daddy.

     A mischievous look crossed her face... rising up on her knees a bit, Barbie parted her soft, creamy thighs and gave a soft grunt, forcing a small stream of pee out of her bladder and into her already soggy pamper, which was getting dangerously close to being saturated. 

     Barbie sighed softly to herself, settling back on her bottom with a hearty squish. She grinned to herself lazily and watched Daddy pace the room for a few more minutes, wiggling her butt a bit on the soggy padding of her diaper. She chewed her lip to hide a naughty smile, watching Daddy sooth the crying Susan as best he could before saying in a cute little lisp: “um... Daddy? Barbie’s dipee is soggy...”

      He looked over at her with a sigh, unable to stop his smile when he saw her cute little face. Susan had finally calmed down a bit, snuggling against him aggressively, sucking her thumb as tears rolled slowly down her cheeks. “What about you, honey,” he said gently, giving her tushy a squeeze and feeling the pamper squish wetly, “time for a diaper change?”

     She sniffled in response, and Dan allowed himself a smile as he gently lay her down on the bed, squirming on her back, her face red and stained with tears. He stuck his fingers into the leg bands and discovered her soaked. “Oh yes... you need a fresh diaper right away.” He retrieved the supplies he’d taken from work and brought them over to the bed, laying them next to her. He looked up at Barbie, who was watching with a strange look on her face. “Want to help, Barbie?” he asked her, receiving a little nod in response. She scooted over and propped her chin up on her hand, observing closely as Daddy tore the tapes off and peeled the diaper open, revealing Susie’s soaked (and quite bald) privates.

     He took a wipe from the box and touched it to Susan’s crotch, wincing when she squealed in discomfort at it’s cold touch. “It’s OK, honey,” he murmured softly, gently cleaning her delicate pussy before taking her by the ankles and lifting them into the air above her to expose her quivering tushy. He took a fresh wipe and went to work, cleaning her thoroughly before he slipped a new diaper under her bottom.

     “Barbie, can you pass me the powder?” he asked, grinning when she sweetly obeyed his order before settling back into place to watch the proceedings, smiling slyly behind her soother.

     Susie had finally settled in a bit, and she sucked her thumb morosely as Dan powdered her pussy, then lifted her legs and repeated the process on her backside. Susan squirming with embarrassment when her patted it in with his broad, manly hand-- the entire process made her feel utterly infantile. She squeezed her eyes shut and emitted a low moan of humiliation as he pulled the pamper up between her legs and sealed it shut, trying to pretend she wasn’t being diapered by the man she’d had a crush on since college.  

     Barbie was conflicted... it was wonderful to see her rival humiliated... but she didn’t like the idea of Daddy being so close and intimate with another woman. All things considered, she was pleased when Susie was finally sealed into a fresh diaper.

     The process was quickly repeated on Barbie, her wet diaper taken down to reveal her privates glistening with pee. He wiped her firmly then powdered her backside (a playful swat to one full, rounded buttock styling her squirming so he could pull the diaper up tightly between her legs.

     Still pouty and tearful, Susie watched the proceedings ruefully, embarrassed when she realized how she must’ve looked during her own diaper change. She made a little murmur when Dan took her into his arms again. “Are you hungry, sweetie?” He asked, receiving an affirmative whimper in response. Patting her tushy, he carried her out into the kitchen. “Barbie, why don’t you come to?” he said as she watched them disappear out the door. Barbie pouted inwardly... how come Susie got carried and she had to crawl?! It was just so unfair! She followed out to the kitchen slowly on hands and knees, just like a giant toddler.

     He settled Susan into one of his kitchen chairs, her diapered butt crinkling against the hard, wooden seat. He went into the fridge and dug around, pulling out two little jars of apple sauce, which he set on the table. Barbie came into the kitchen on her hands and knees, still pouty.

     “First we’ll get Susan sorted out, then it’s your turn... OK Barbie?”

      Settling in on her plushly padded diaper-bottom, Barbie crossed her arms and watched with a scowl as Dan tied a bib around Susan’s neck, popped open the jar, and began spooning the sweet pulp into her mouth. Susie was still upset and crying sporadically, and soon her face was a mess, smeared with apple sauce and tears. Nevertheless, she soon settled in, contentedly chewing and swallowing, and even breaking into a couple of small smiles, her mouth and chin covered with apple paste and drool.

     Soon she was finished, her tummy full. Susie leaned back contentedly in her seat with an adorable belch, satisfied, her tantrum on hold, at least temporarily. Now it was Barbie’s turn, and though she was still in a jealous funk, she was hungry enough to sit still and allow Daddy to feed her dinner. On the floor a short ways away, Susie sat and watched, idly sucking her thumb.  

     By the time she’d finished eating, Barbie was back to her old, cheerful self, smiling and giggling as she greedily ate every spoonful. As he cleaned apple sauce residue from her chin, Dan started to wonder what his next move should be. Clearly, this had reached the point where outside intervention was required... but who do you call when you just watched a young woman transform into an Adult Baby before your eyes?

     He helped Barbie down to the kitchen floor, planning to deposit the girls in front of the TV for some cartoons while he planned his next move... but unnoticed by him, Susan was already beginning to rub her tummy with a discomforted look on her face. Like Barbie, her digestive system had been simplified and modified. When it came on, the urge to defecate would build very quickly, rapidly becoming uncontrollable.

     On the plus side, her tears had stopped flowing... but only because she now had something else to occupy her attention. Her tummy gurgled inside of her, and Susan began feeling bloated. Her bowels were percolating, and before she knew what was happening, she heard herself passing gas noisily, drawing the attention of both Dan and Barbie (who giggled childishly.)

     Dan knew what was about to happen, and he knew that he was powerless to do anything to stop it... which made it all the worse when Susie shot him an imploring look, rubbing her rumbling tummy.

     “Daddy,” she squeaked helplessly, “Susie feels funny!”