Poppy Playtime The Doctor Voice Actor Novels & Stories

Theme: PLAYING SICK TO GET FUCKED BY THE DOCTOR "She keeps whining, and I can't figure out what on earth is wrong with her!" Patty's Dad complained to the young stud of a doctor that walked into the room. Party sunk deeper in her bed, trying to hide her excitement when Dr Brandon walked in. He was a good looking doctor who had recently become their family doctor because old Dr Rogers, their previous doctor, had moved away.

April “Ms. Angel, my name is Doctor Koppler. I’m the head physician of the pack hospital. I will be leading the testing because of your amazing skill at curing even the complicated disease of the Beta Female if you are okay with it.” I cringe as I’m still not used to being the false surname we gave them. “Please, call me April, and yes, I’m okay with that,” I say with a smile as the doctor sits down on a round chair with wheels.

Tim insisted, shaking his head. “And I don’t have money. If she’s not here today, I can’t pay anything. She doesn’t even know us…” “You already have,” another voice cut in. A middle-aged doctor who had just arrived stepped forward, adjusting his coat. He looked at Tim for a moment, then let out a small chuckle. “You already paid Dr. Belle,” he said simply. Tim blinked. “What…?” “With a cob of corn,” the doctor added warmly. The words landed like a shock. Tim stood completely still, eyes widening in disbelief. Slowly, he turned his head, searching the hallway, the staff, the movement around him—until his gaze finally stopped.

I stared straight, promising death, “ENOUGH.” The screen split into halves and the poodle-haired, thick-rimmed bespectacled nerd doctor appeared in his usual bored look that women called ‘enigmatic’. And the monkey pussy-lover jumped with joy for the long-awaited ally. “Martin! Finally! Please use your Science to knock some man-sense into him before he ruins everything, huh?” “Science is not mine,” the doctor replied in dead calmness. “And how’s my patient doing?” “She’s not yours.” I glared.

Doctor Poppy's eyes widened when she saw Sophia approaching her. "Hi, Doctor Poppy. How are you? It's been a long time since we've seen each other," asked Sophia, pretending to be nice. "What do you want? Are they your goons?" Doctor Poppy had expected it and saw the masked men. "Doctor Poppy, you must be a smart woman. I don't want anything to happen to your sweet daughter. So, make sure you do not mention anything about Benjamin Charles' body condition later. If you make even one mistake, you know the consequences." Sophia smiled slyly and saw the confused look on Doctor Poppy's face.

I said smiling. “Thank you again.” Poppie said as she disconnected the phone.

“I'm afraid I can't do that, sir.” His brows inched up as he purred, “Defying my orders already?” A wave of heat washed over me, my mouth turning dry. I looked into those dangerously dark eyes. “Yes.” Shit. My voice sounded almost like a moan. He smiled then. “May I at least know your real name?” I stepped back, or rather, stumbled. “Poppy,” I blurted, telling myself that he would have found out later anyway. His smile widened. “Thank you for an excellent service… Poppy.”

It came very loud, abrupt, like the person had been knocking, but we were too engrossed to even hear a sound. We immediately snapped back to the present world, like a gunshot was fired. "Well," a voice started dryly. "This happens to be... unfortunate timing." Elon jerked back to reality like he had just been burned. I straightened up instantly, eveyu instincts immediately snapping back into place. I turned to face the door, and right there stood the doctor. He was in his mind forties, with sharp eyes, the kind that never missed anything. He had medical kit in his hand, and his expression left neutral. But I could tell that wasn't neutral enough, because he saw us in our vulnerable moment.

the doctor asks. “Yeah. I’m Yorick Hill, her son.” The doctor holds out her hand and Yorick hands over the phone, narrowing his eyes as if he expects her to disconnect the call. “Dr. Yara, this is Dr. Charlotte Johnston. I’m not sure if you ... oh you do remember me. Yes,” she says, looking at me. “Yes, I’m just about to look at the x-rays. Hold on just a moment.” “Alpha Cyra, is it okay with you if I speak to Dr. Yara?”

"I must've eaten something bad. My stomach is in terrible pain." He shook his head and impatiently said, "We ate the same thing, and all of us are fine. Why are you the only one with a stomachache? There are no hospitals out here in the village, so stop making a fuss, will you?" I was disappointed, but then Paige said, "There's an old traditional medicine doctor in the village. We always go to him when we're sick. He's better than doctors in the city. "His name is Chad, and he lives at the west end of the village. When you get there, just say that I sent you."