DBZ Moms Vs. The Diaper Machine Page 26 (Pixiv Fanbox)

The sound of the metallic arms retreating from both sides of her body filled the silence left behind by her question. Off in the distance she could occasionally hear the rhythmic suckling of Chi Chi nursing her baby bottle over the sound of plastic keys clacking against one another while the steady pitter patter of beads swirling around inside the plastic baby rattle created a fairly consistent background noise. ‘How am I going to eat this?’

As much as Bulma hated to admit it she was just as trapped as Chi Chi was, perhaps even more so than her friend given where the brilliant blue haired inventor found herself sat. She kicked her legs, barely even causing the ridiculous baby's highchair to wiggle and doing little more than making the plastic backed diaper wrapped around her bottom crinkle against the seat. Needless to say, it was definitely anchored to the floor. Bulma sighed, immediately remembering that it was impossible for anyone to knock over the chair. After all, she had designed it to be sturdy and stable so that none of the babies being out through her invention could get hurt.

Bulma spotted one of the metallic arms coming from above, holding a spoon in between its bulbous thumb and glove covered index finger. Not giving it even the slightest opportunity to scoop up any of the green colored slop sitting in the bowl in front of her Bulma reached forward with her left hand and grabbed the mechanical hand by its thin, tubular arm. She did her best to hold it in place while she balled up her right fist, ready to fight back. “Trunks let me go right now or I'll-!”

An ear piercing slap met her ears seconds before the pain registered across her upper thigh just below where the diaper shielded her skin; one of the glove covered hands had slapped her thigh!!

Before Bulma could even think of anything to say, let alone react, the spoon wielding hand that she just released after being slapped on the thigh lurched forward with a freshly scooped up spoonful of her newly created high calorie baby food. Within seconds the spoon pushed its way into Bulma’s gapping mouth only for the distracted inventor to clench down onto the spoon with her lips, but much to her horror she was too late!

“UGH!” Bulma groaned around the spoon on her mouth as her face started burning from the sheer embarrassment of not only being spanked on the thigh like a naughty child but from being outsmarted by her own invention. Perhaps Trunks was still in charge of the arms, but that thought only made the accomplished mother feel all the more humiliated. Being outsmarted by her son was infinitely worse than being tricked by her machine.

“UGH!” Bulma grunted as she swallowed the baby food.

Not wanting another slap on the thigh she raised both of her hands in a show of surrender. It was bad enough that she was going to be forced to eat this entire bowl of baby food; she didn't need to be spanked again!

“UGH” Another labored gulp escaped from Bulma's mouth as she tried to eat the terribly bland slop that was being served to her.

Roughly halfway through the bowl of baby food Bulma noticed that the gloved hand had pulled back. Maybe it was giving her a moment to catch her breath or maybe Trunks was taunting her; it really didn't matter, but it gave Bulma a chance to voice her rage.

“When I get out of here, I'm going to put Mai into this machine again and feed her until she pukes!” Bulma screamed up at the control panel, staring daggers past the gloved mechanical hand that stood in front of her face. Her chin and cheeks were dripping with green gunk, she could feel it and knew just how ridiculous she looked, but that didn't stop her from clenching her fists and making her anger known to her brat of a son who was watching her from above the laboratory floor.

‘Too much milk…’ Chi Chi mentally lamented as she struggled to finish what was left in the baby bottle.

The former martial artist could hear Bulma screaming up at Trunks and wished that the blue haired bimbo would've done something when she had distracted her crazy contraption. Now they were both doomed to be force fed baby food and baby formula. Chi Chi could feel the ever present gloves squeezing her ankles and wrists, holding her down while the baby formula sloshed around within her stomach. She prayed to Dende that Trunks or the machine, whoever was feeding her, wouldn't give her another bottle once she had finished this one.

Just when Chi Chi thought she couldn't handle another drop she found herself sucking in what could only be described as milk flavored air. Well, baby formula flavored air, but the raven haired housewife was struggling to focus on what was happening around her so not being able to appreciate the difference between actual milk and formula was far from her biggest concern thanks to all the formula she had been forced to drink. Her mind drifted and her stomach sloshed around again, but this time it felt different. From what she could see this sudden surge in her stomach wasn't caused by the conveyor belt beneath her moving her body forward. No, this unexpected movement in her stomach was caused by a pair of glove covered hands scooping her up from underneath her armpits and lifting her up off of the industrialized belt.

With next to no warning the slumped over housewife was shocked to feel one of the glove covered hands start patting her on her back. The realization of what the machine was doing to her pierced through the muddled veil of her calorie soaked mind. ‘It's trying to make me burp!’

Chi Chi’s arms instinctively pushed forward, trying to prevent the machine from burping her, but her efforts were in vain. Almost immediately, the feeling of pressure rising up within the diapered mother overwhelmed her senses. Her eyes flew open and before she could try to stop herself Chi Chi belched up a slight cloud of chalky powder as she was properly burped by Bulma's insane invention.

To Be Continued…