DBZ Moms Vs. The Diaper Machine Page 13 (Pixiv Fanbox)

Bulma stared off into the distance, far too bloated to resist or fight back as the gloved hand brought the burping cloth it held up to her mouth. She hadn't spat up any milk and felt mortified that her own invention was treating her like she was just another baby that needed to be cared for. If the blue haired mother hadn't been so overwhelmed by the sheer amount of formula that filled her stomach she would've convinced herself that it wasn't so bad; that the machine was simply being thorough since she had programmed it to expect most of the babies put under its care to spit up their formula, but she felt far too lethargic from the multiple feedings to really process much of anything much less protect her fragile ego.

The hands shifted once again after the robotic hand finished cleaning the areas around her mouth. The fully fed and diapered mother watched the hand holding the burping cloth vanish from her sight only to return seconds later. It was joined by the hand that had been patting her back. With both hands in position they reached forward, their gloved covered bulbous fingers sliding underneath Bulma's armpits as they worked together to scoop her up from the hand that had been cradling the blue haired mother’s diapered butt.

“Ugh...” Bulma renewed her groaning, hating how the formula sloshed around inside of her tortured tummy when she was lifted higher into the air. With half lidded eyes, Bulma hung there, too tired to move, but she had just enough energy to reflect on how pathetic the current situation was. “Trapped by my own invention...”

“Good girl, baby Bulma!” The machine chirped in its computerized voice, praising the woman for behaving during the feeding.

Before Bulma could notice that the computer had actually said her name the unexpected feeling of a wide-open hand cupping the bottom of her diaper, pushing it into her womanly folds, forced her to focus on intrusive gloved covered hand between her legs.

“Does baby need her diaper changed?”

Another groan erupted from Bulma as she let the ridiculous diaper check continue, grateful that it wouldn't progress past the obnoxious patting since she hadn't wet herself.

“Good luck, Bulma…” Chi Chi muttered to herself as she looked over her shoulder, slowly making her way from the conveyor belt, her back hunched while doing her utmost to move in such a way as to minimize the diaper's plastic backing from crinkling too much. The fact that she had gotten this far from the machine without it, or Trunks noticing her, made the raven haired mother gloat to herself in a voice just above a whisper. “Maybe your crazy contraption will let you start preschool in a few years…”

“Where do you think you're going?” The computer asked with an outstretched finger just in front of the mocking mother's head.

“EEK!” Chi Chi squeaked as she spun around to face the unexpected robotic hand that blocked her path of escape.

“Naughty, naughty, baby!” The computer continued, wagging its finger back and forth in front of Chi Chi's face as it further chastised the wandering woman. “Naughty children must be taught a lesson!

Despite moving quietly, the sound of the metallic tendrils slicing through the air due to their swiftness was impossible for the trained former martial artist to ignore. The shock of being discovered still was fresh on her face, but Chi Chi's instincts immediately took over. Her eyes shifted, her body tensed up, preparing her to strike out against the unseen robotic arm that was rapidly approaching her.

To Be Continued...