DBZ Moms Vs. The Diaper Machine Page 27 (Pixiv Fanbox)

A sudden feeling of relief came over Chi Chi’s stomach as the trapped gas that had built up during her unwanted feeding vanished from her gut. Despite her stomach no longer rumbling with pressure and pain her face continued to burn with shame due to being burped like a baby. It was one of the worst indignities that she had endured so far and yet she knew that if she didn't find a way out of here things would only get worse.

An unexpected light caught the diapered mother's eye, drawing her attention to where Bulma sat. The blue haired inventor was still diapered and trapped in the high chair with baby food covering her bib. On any other day such a sight would've kept Chi Chi's attention, but the bright pulsating light stole her eye away from the absurd sight of her friend. Within the beam of energy stood a rapidly growing high chair that suddenly sprung up next to where Bulma sat. Chi Chi stared at the enlarged pink high chair from where she was held by the gloved covered robotic hands, stunned by how Bulma's crazy contraption was able to grow what was once a normal sized baby's high chair large enough to seat an adult.

The swift motion of the cushioned hands adjusting themselves until they were underneath Chi Chi's armpits alerted the former martial artist that the machine was going to carry her over to the newly enlarged high chair. Not wanting to join Bulma for what was going to be an even worse lunch than the baby formula had been, Chi Chi started pulling against the powerful hands and kicking her legs. Just like her earlier attempts at breaking free Bulma's misguided machine proved to be too strong to overcome, but that didn't stop the diapered middle aged mother from working up a sweat as she thrashed around in the air, looking like an overgrown baby throwing a tantrum.

Chi Chi quickly found herself being lowered down towards the large high chair as a vein on her forehead throbbed with rage. Even with unbridled anger coursing through her body Chi Chi immediately realized that the high chair's tray was in the way and she could use that to her advantage. She stopped hurling kicks and pressed her soft, bootie covered feet down onto the plastic tray, preventing the gloved covered hands from lowering her any further into the oversized baby chair.

For the briefest of moments it looked as though Chi Chi had outsmarted Bulma's crazy contraption. That moment lasted less than a few seconds before two more robotic arms appeared and pulled out the plastic pink tray from the high chair. Chi Chi looked down with gritted teeth while the hands resumed lowering her down into the high chair until she felt their fat padded fingers slide out from underneath her arms!

The former martial artist felt her eyes go wide as gravity took over. She literally shrieked as she landed on her diaper covered bottom within the high chair.

In her shock Chi Chi didn't even notice that the other set of hands had capitalized on her distracted state until she felt the edge of the plastic pink tray being slid against her ribs, just underneath her breasts. Out of breath and beyond annoyed, the diapered middle aged mother pressed down onto the plastic tray, trying to get any leverage she could to lift her bottom off of the stiff, plastic seat and squeeze her way out of the chair. Finding herself pinned in place, Chi Chi exhaled bitterly and glanced over at Bulma who was holding her mouth closed with a big bowl of mushed peas sitting in front of her.

“You can't make us eat this slop!” Chi Chi declared defiantly, ready for another fight against Bulma's broken machine.

“That's what you think!” Trunks grinned triumphantly with his index finger pointed at Chi Chi. He was ready to resume feeding his miserable mother and her hot headed friend.

Bulma and Chi Chi braced themselves for the oncoming onslaught, especially Bulma who had already experienced what her machine could do when she was caught off guard. She kept her mouth shut, lips sealed even as the oppressive taste of mashed peas coating her tongue made her want to spit out the thick paste. The familiar gloved hand waved the white rubber spoon in her face, tempting her to open her mouth, but she wasn't going to make this easy for her machine. ‘If I keep this up maybe Trunks will get bored and try something else.’

Much to Bulma and Chi Chi's surprise the two rubber spoons dancing around in front of their faces doubled in the blink of an eye as Trunks directed more robotic arms to try to feed them. The original gloved hand continued wafting the white spoon in front of her while another metallic arm floated around the back of her head. Bulma took her eyes off of the original spoon, trying to anticipate what the hand holding the spoon behind Chi Chi's head was trying to do when a third hand swiftly sailed past the original glove wearing hand and pushed its rubber spoon against Bulma's clenched lips. Caught completely off guard, Bulma tried to keep her teeth firmly closed, but the force coming from behind the spoon pushed her head back slightly and created a gap that her invention eagerly exploited.

The spoonful of mashed peas filled her mouth, making Bulma's cheek swollen as it became packed with her high calorie baby food. She winced in place, her head tilted to the side as another spoon replaced the one that had just been pulled out of her mouth. Her face contorted with disgust, not just from the taste but from the realization that, if she had used a metal spoon in her design, she might've lost a tooth after having multiple spoons being forced past the gap between her teeth. On a subconscious level she was grateful that all of the spoons her invention had access to were rubber but that wouldn't make this slop any easier to swallow.

Chi Chi had taken a different approach from her friend and ultimately ended up with an identical outcome.

Just like Bulma, Chi Chi had kept her arms up at her sides, but that wasn't to show the machines that she had surrendered. The former martial artist kept her lips sealed and her hands at her side, raised and ready to strike as she followed the glove wearing hand in front of her face. Her eyes tracked a secondary spoon being wielded by another gloved hand, but this one disappeared behind her head much to her confusion. While she tried to keep her eyes on two different spoons, a third hand copied its symbiotic sibling and flew through the air behind the first spoon that had been testing Chi Chi, ultimately using the blind spot the metallic arm created to shield itself from being seen.

“UGH!” Chi Chi groaned as she was forced to accept the first spoonful of peas.

The original hand holding its own spoon took a shot and was able to squeeze past the first spoon that was being pulled out to breach Chi Chi's mouth, filling it with even more mashed peas. This set off a chain reaction which caused more hands to appear to try to feed Chi Chi while the hands holding their empty spoons were scooped into the bowl of baby food sat in front of Chi Chi. Not wanting to leave herself open, the raven haired fighter slunk down into her high chair to try to make herself less of a target. Sadly, her breasts stopped her from really going anywhere as they ended up pressed down onto the pink plastic tray. Now she sat pinned in place and unable to duck out of the way of any spoon that came her way.

Spoonful after spoonful of baby food kept coming and with each successful attempt the front of Bulma and Chi Chi’s faces and bibs became coated in the thick green much of mashed peas. Occasionally, one of the spoons would be used to scrap some of the putrid green much from their chins, cheeks or even their bibs only to be returned to their unwilling mouths.

Chi Chi tried to slap at the hands, but all that did was open herself up to another baby food blitz that easily pushed past her clenched lips and teeth. The thick padded hands landed on her upper arms, holding them in place as the machine kept force feeding her. At this point Chi Chi was actually chewing on the mush just to force it down her throat.

“CHOMP!”

Bulma decided to try her strategy again but copied Chi Chi. She slunk downward and kept her mouth closed, but this time she shut her eyes. The logic behind this was pretty straightforward; if she made herself smaller and didn't see the hands or their spoons she wouldn't be able to react to them. So she stood there, still as a statue, her boobs resting on the high chair's plastic tray, trying to wait out Trunks until he got tired of playing this ridiculous game.

Sadly for the usually brilliant blue haired inventor, her son was just as clever as her but possessed the ruthlessness of his father.

Much to her shock, Bulma felt the bulbous fingertips of her invention pinching the bridge of her nose! She immediately realized that Trunks was going to force her to open her mouth to breathe!

Time ticked by painfully slow as Bulma struggled to keep her mouth shut. Her lungs started to burn, demanding air until she was forced to open her mouth. She took in a deep breath but it came with a huge blob of mashed peas being shoved into her mouth The unexpected bulk caused her to almost choke on the peas and forced the diapered mother to spit up her baby food, sending a few intact peas flying through the air as the rest dribbled down her chin and bib. Luckily, the remaining semi solid food was soft enough to swallow and didn't block her airways.

“ULK!” Bulma's throat cleared itself only for another spoon to push its way into her mouth.

Bulma's eyes watered from the seemingly endless onslaught, but she accepted the next spoonful miserably.

Chi Chi too was being pushed past her breaking point as yet another spoonful of baby food was shoved into her mouth at an even faster pace than before. The spoons kept coming, faster and faster since she started to actually eat the food and not fight back. Her cheeks were literally packed with peas, bulging outwards as she reached what she knew was her limit from years of eating with a dinner table full of Saiyans.

However, she didn't plan on swallowing another bite. After watching Bulma spit up her baby food Chi Chi decided to give it a try. Right as the next full spoon of mashed peas was pushed past her lips the no nonsense mother literally spat it out with everything she had, sending green goo flying past the spoon in her mouth. Twin streams of thick, pea soaked spittle started dripping down onto her bib and chest while the hands holding the spoons worked overtime to scooping up the slop.

To Be Continued…