DBZ Moms Vs. The Diaper Machine Page 25 (Pixiv Fanbox)

Trunks smirked as he looked down from the control panel at the two bickering mothers. It had only been about twenty minutes and he had already thoroughly humiliated his mom and Chi Chi. Still, as much as he wanted to savor each humiliation he was putting the two mothers through, Trunks knew that he really needed to pick up the pace since lunch was coming up. Not only was he starting to feel hungry but in the grand scheme of things he barely had finished spanking and diapering the two moms. Ultimately, that was Goten's mom's fault for trying to break her way out of the machine, but at least it had given him plenty of justification to spank them both, not that he needed it.

The realization that lunch was approaching, coupled with a rumble from Trunks’ stomach, gave the boy a very fun idea.

With a swift pace gained through countless computer classes Trunks’ fingers danced across the control panel, setting up the next degrading experience for both his own mother and Goten's mom to endure. It wasn't until the last key stroke that the boy remembered that Goten's mom had actually managed to avoid being fed a bottle of baby formula which was how his own mom ended up with a double serving of the artificial milk. With a growing grin Trunks took over the controls of the gleaming metallic arms and decided to personally tend to the angry woman himself.

Chi Chi found herself once again being hoisted up off of the rubberized surface of the conveyor belt by her forearms and sighed, resigned to whatever Bulma's brat had in store for her next. The raven haired mother felt the thick material of the gloves wrapped around her elbows, holding her arms behind her back, no doubt trying to preemptively prevent her from using them to fight back and gain freedom for a second time. However, much to her surprise, the arms suddenly stopped in place and she found herself standing on her feet. From her position she saw that the crazy contraption was still manhandling Bulma by lifting her off of the industrialized belt and then carrying her away from it.

Needless to say, Chi Chi stood there restrained and at a loss for what to expect.

‘Is that little brat going to spank me again?!’

“It's time for your lunch!” Trunks’ voice proclaimed from the control booth, carried by the speakers that his mother had built into the laboratory.

Chi Chi gawked at the oversized baby bottle being slightly shaken in front of her face with wide eyes, stunned that this was actually happening. After a brief moment of stunned silence the blushing diapered mother said the first thing that came to her mind. “Are you kidding me?”

Before she could even think to react she felt the glove covered hand shove the large rubber nipple of the large baby bottle into her mouth with a swiftness few fighters she had faced possessed. Chi Chi immediately pulled against the gloved hands holding back her arms, trying to break loose to swat the stupid baby bottle from her mouth, but their grip couldn't be broken. For an incredibly awkward and long drawn out couple of seconds Chi Chi stood there with a literal oversized bottle in her mouth, refusing to suckle from it until the robotic hand holding onto the pink plastic bottle firmly squeezed the bottle causing a surge of what Chi Chi assumed was milk to flow into her mouth. However, the liquid filling her mouth tasted far too chalky and artificial to be actual milk which made her briefly blush when it became beyond obvious that the machine was trying to get her to drink baby formula.

This realization made the increasingly difficult decision that she hated even considering all the more unpleasant.

As much as it pained her to admit this, Chi Chi knew that the only way she was going to get the giant nipple pulled out of her mouth was to drain the oversized baby bottle of every drop of baby formula that it contained.

Bitterly, Chi Chi gave in and started sucking on the huge nipple in her mouth, drawing forth even more of the unappetizing baby formula into her mouth before swallowing. With the first mouthful cleared Chi Chi prepared herself to suck on the nipple, but that choice was instantly taken from her when the glove holding the big baby bottle squeezed the bottle again, forcing another surge of baby formula into her mouth. She swallowed yet another deluge of artificial milk and struggled to keep up with the hand holding the bottle that continued squeezing the pink plastic bottle forcing her to constantly suck on the damn nipple in her mouth.

“NUK. NUK”

The repeated sounds of Chi Chi's lips pulling the wet nipple sharply into her mouth echoed around her ears, sounding identical to what a baby nursing from a bottle sounded like.

“NUK. NUK.”

Between the losing battle being waged in front of her and the near constant sounds of her formula filled mouth suckling on a giant rubber nipple filling her ears, Chi Chi barely noticed that the glove covered arms holding her forearms behind her back were gradually adjusting her, pulling her back down towards the belt. It wasn’t until she felt another pair of gloved hands slide across the back of her upper thighs that Chi Chi realized that she was being forced to lay backwards. Without a second thought, the former martial artist started frantically kicking her legs, trying to land a hit on any of the robotic arms that were rapidly approaching her as she found herself laying on her back but held in the middle of the air, seemingly only a few feet above the conveyor belt.

The two gloved hands that had looked like fists to Chi Chi suddenly stopped inches from her face and gently opened, revealing that they both held a set of plastic, multicolored keys. Each hand started jingling the keys in front of Chi Chi's face, trying to soothe the angry diapered woman by making the plastic toys clack against one another. Between the mouthful after mouthful of baby formula she was being forced to suck down her throat and the sight of the keys being dangled in her face she hadn’t even noticed that the hands that had held her thighs suddenly cupped her diapered covered bottom and forced her kicking legs even higher into the air.

“NUK. NUK"

Chi Chi's eyes grew even wider in shock upon realizing how she must've looked at that moment: she was diapered and held on her back as a machine forced her to suckle from a large baby bottle while kicking her legs like a tantrum throwing toddler. If that wasn't bad enough the same machine that was bottle feeding her was now jingling plastic coated keys clicked against each other in front of her face in an effort to soothe her. Between the sound of the stupid plastic keys colliding against each other and the nipple in her mouth making an even more babyish sound than the click clacking of plastic keys, Chi Chi didn't think things could get any more humiliating.

“NUK. NUK.”

‘This is insane!’ Chi Chi thought to herself as she struggled to escape from the hands feeding her the big baby bottle.

“NUK. NUK.”

Another sound soon filled the infantile symphony swirling around Chi Chi; the sound of beads being shaken inside of a plastic sphere. The rhythmic sound caught her attention seconds before another glove wearing hand presented her with a baby's rattle that it kept shaking up and down in front of her. The constant rattling of the tiny beads filled her ears as they shook around the inside of a plastic yellow and red striped sphere.

“NUK. NUK.”

While Chi Chi was being force fed her bottle of baby formula Bulma was held in the air, unable to do anything but watch as Trunks used her invention to blast a pink baby's high chair with a size modifying beam of light, increasing its size until it became just large enough to fit her. In any other situation she would've been happy to see that her creation could alter and adapt the size of any piece of baby furniture to match that of the size of the baby it was taking care of. However, she was the “baby" it was tasked with taking care of and she knew that Trunks wasn't going to make this an enjoyable lunch.

With little fuss, Bulma found herself sitting in the highchair and, before she could even move a muscle, the glove covered hands pushed the tray back into place against her slim stomach, sealing her into the enlarged highchair. She looked around and instantly spotted Chi Chi being bottle fed on the conveyor belt. Needless to say Bulma felt a pang of guilt for her friend’s current situation and knew that it was her fault for allowing this machine to fall into Trunks' hands.

Movement coming from above caught Bulma's attention, pulling her from her thoughts and forcing her to deal with the newest development literally being lowered onto the tray of her high chair; it was a bowl of green goop. More specifically, it was her lunch and, if that wasn't bad enough, Bulma quickly realized that it was yet another of her new inventions being used against her.

“This looks like the high calorie baby food I invented!” Bulma said to herself, shocked to see a formula she created for under weight babies being presented to her to eat.

To Be Continued…

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