Good! After a fashion.

The tests so far hadn't been too bad for the most part, Barbara thought, at least by comparison to the rest of her ordeal. Much like had been suggested, they seemed to mostly consist of taking pieces of various fabric, covering herself (or portions of herself), and having the doctor check her temperature while she did so.

There were parts that had been a little harder, of course. When she'd tried putting her panties on again for the testing her temperature had skyrocketed so quickly that the doctor had calmly informed her that due to the hypersensitivity to coverage of her genitals (and breasts, as another test showed) underwear of any kind would be completely out of the question for her for the foreseeable future. That had been hard to hear for Barbara, who had been raised by her Catholic family to be naturally modest. But in general Alfred seemed to be taking the test results as encouraging in terms of the suitability of whatever new material this was, so at least Barbara had the feeling this was leading towards a future that included clothes of some kind - an automatic assumption yesterday that had become a desperately-held dream today for the blushing Barbara.

Yes, for the most part they'd been bearable enough. The exception though was definitely the thermometer.

Apparently, it needed to be deeply inserted in her ass to get accurate readings. But, even with as long as it was, it was also apparently just short enough that the results couldn't be clearly read while it was inserted deeply enough for accurate readings. Barbara didn't need to speculate on whether Inara was responsible for this as well. Even if she hadn't already stated she swapped in a thermometer of her own, her obvious smirking when this conundrum emerged would have made it all too clear.

Dr. Mid-Nite's solution to this medical Catch-22 was as simple as it was humiliatingly painful for Barbara. Every single time he needed to take a reading, he would abruptly yank the thumb-thick thermometer several inches out of her ass, take a note on the reading it showed, and then casually shove it back in. It seemed to get a little less lubed every time he did this, as the burning in Barbara's asshole could attest, and she was seriously considering whether her tattered dignity could withstand requesting additional anal lube. She hadn't let out another humiliating squeal since the first insertion, but between the burning in her ass and the lack of warning on precisely when the thermometer would be pulled out and shoved back she had been gritting her teeth through some close calls.

"Alright, I believe that's all the tests we need to run for cloth, so we're nearly done," Dr. Mid-Nite announced. Barbara cleared her throat. "Ah, nearly done?" "Yes, it appeared before that the reaction also occurred when you covered yourself with your hands, or stood with your legs too close together. We simply need to collect readings for this kind of skin-on-skin coverage as well," the doctor explained, "So please place your hands on your breasts and we can begin."

Barbara did as instructed, grateful as always for even a few seconds of partial coverage. She would have imagined she'd have grown numb to this humiliation at some point, but the close attention of the men and the cool cavern air wafting over her bare skin kept her acutely aware of her unwanted nakedness at all times. As before, covering her enlarged and sensitive breasts raised her temperature very quickly, so much so that the doctor only had to pull the thermometer out to check it once before he pronounced himself satisfied with the data and pushed it back in.

"Interesting, the effects seem to be even more pronounced than with fabric. Now, your genitals please," Dr. Mid-Nite requested. Barbara did as requested, cupping her pussy with one hand while refusing to make eye contact with the giggling Inara who was still watching the proceedings with manifest glee. Again, her temperature rocketed up in no time flat, resulting in another quick yank-and-push of the thermometer still occupying Barbara's asshole.

"And even stronger effects again; you clearly will not be able to cover yourself even briefly when nude, so you're very lucky that Alfred has a material we may be able to use for you," the doctor commented. "Yes. Lucky." Barbara managed to get out through gritted teeth, making burning eye contact with Inara for a moment while she said so. Inara responded to the **** glare with a mocking smile and a playful wave. "Alright, now that we have the results noted for your own skin, we'll need another person for the control. Alfred, if you would please begin with her breasts?" Dr. Mid-Nite continued calmly.

"W-what?!" Barbara's head whipped around to start incredulously at the doctor over her shoulder. Unfortunately for her, taking her attention away from in front of her proved to be a tactical error on her part. Before she knew it, Alfred's hands had closed over both her breasts. "Not to worry miss, purely for medical purposes," Alfred said, smiling at her. If Barbara had thought she felt humiliated before, having the most grandfatherly figure in her life nonchalantly feeling up her tits "for medical purposes" put that in a whole new context. Barbara hesitated, temporarily speechless and unwilling to simply shove Alfred away roughly when she knew he was only going along with this because of changes Inara made to his mind (at least, she HOPED that was the only reason why). And the sudden feelings of pleasure from having somebody else grabbing her enlarged and newly-sensitive breasts didn't have anything to do with her going along with it without any physical resistance, it DIDN'T.

Inara literally rolling on the floor laughing at the expression on Barbara's now-crimson face didn't help matters. "Bahahahahahaha, ohhh my goddd! I didn't even plan this part! Oh, mortals are just the BEST," Inara said, gasping for air between peals of laughter in what Barbara suspected was simply performative for her since the ifrit seemed to only interact with the physical world when it suited her. It took a true effort of will for Barbara not to scream at her right now, but she had more important matters to raise.

"A-alfred, this hardly seems appropri- AAAH!" Barbara's attempted plea for the release of her tits was cut off by an embarrassing yelp as in her distracted state she was taken completely off guard when Dr. Mid-Nite gave the thick thermometer up her ass a typically brusque yank to check the reading. "JESUS, doctor, you ever think about giving a girl a little warning?" Barbara snapped, exasperated beyond belief by his cavalier treatment of her asshole on top of the ongoing humiliation of her nudity and groping. Dr. Mid-Nite only glanced up at her mildly, saying "We're nearly done miss, just have a little patience. Alfred, if you'd proceed to her genitals?"

"Whoa, Alfred, you REALLY don't need t- MMF!" Once again Barbara's sentence was cut off, this time by the doctor shoving the thermometer back up her burning asshole with no more consideration or warning than before. It only took her a second to recover, but by then Alfred's hand was already gently but closely cupping her pussy, the skin of his hand pressed firmly against her lightly furred lower lips (she didn't shave completely because she just wasn't that kind of girl, but she knew she had to at least give it a good trim, it was the 21st century after all). "Don't worry about me miss, I'm perfectly happy to be of assistance," Alfred said with a gentle smile, completely misunderstanding what she had been trying to object about.

Inara had partly recovered from her laughing fit, but she broke out into snickering again at that. "Oh yeah, I just BET he's happy," Inara said with infuriating smugness, grinning shamelessly at Barbara's humiliating predicament. "Hey, maybe you should check HIS genitals, see just how happy he is? Y'know, for medicine or whatever," she continued. Rather than respond, Barbara chose to cling to whatever tiny shred of dignity she still had by ignoring both Inara's suggestion and the mental image it evoked to the best of her ability. She knew she couldn't say anything to dent Inara's smugness while she was in this situation even if she had the presence of mind to, so she refused to give her the satisfaction of rising to her bait instead.

Barbara tried to bear the "medical" groping of her pussy by one of her oldest friends (in more than one sense of the word "oldest") with stoicism instead, even managing to simply bite her lip when Dr. Mid-Nite pulled the thermometer up her ass down again to check the reading. "And, I think that's the last reading we needed," the doctor said, proceeding to jerk the thermometer fully out of her ass with an audible little "pop" as it was pulled out of her tight little asshole. With her pussy released by Alfred and her ass empty for the first time in what felt like forever to Barbara, the relief Barbara felt at a return to the "normalcy" of what had so recently been a horrible scenario of **** nudity and humiliation was nearly unbelievable. Apparently it really was all about perspective... though as Barbara shivered as a cool breeze from the cavern air washed over her naked body again, she was **** to reflect that didn't really mean she WASN'T humiliated now. But it certainly wasn't as bad as it could be.

"Interestingly, when your breasts and genitals were covered by someone else's hands rather than by your own, your temperature actually barely fluctuated," Dr. Mid-Nite informed her. With her face still consumed by an incredibly intense blush after her intimate groping, Barbara honestly hadn't really noticed a temperature difference. "Yes. Interesting," Barbara managed. "Hey, you're welcome!" Inara said cheerfully. "Hate for you to have to give up getting groped after all, not when I know it brings you such joy." Barbara briefly lost herself in a fantasy of finding an ifrit of wrath, so that she could wish for the ability to do some of the things she was imagining doing to Inara right now.

"Well Alfred, you have all the test results now, and you're the expert on this new material WayneTech has apparently produced. What do you think, can you make it work for her based on this data?" Dr. Mid-Nite asked, voicing a question very much on Barbara's mind as she was **** to wonder if Inara would really be sadistic enough to put her through this with no payoff and then immediately answer the hypothetical with of course she would.