DBZ Moms Vs. The Diaper Machine Comic Page 6 (Christmas Bonus)

After what felt like an eternity the two mortified mother's suddenly heard the sound of beeping coming from their backsides. They laid still, not knowing what was going to happen next given that the machine had literally just shoved a thermometer up their butts when, much to their relief, they felt the stiff plastic of the devices being pulled from their bottoms. “CHECK UP COMPLETE.” The computerized voice announced, telling anyone with ears that the next step in the process had been fulfilled. It followed up its initial declaration by sharing the results of the health check by saying, “Baby-A: Healthy. Baby-B: Healthy.” Both Bulma and Chi Chi stood slumped over on the conveyor belt, resting on their faces against the rubber surface after enduring the most violating and humiliating experience either of them had ever been put through. Chi Chi’s face was wet from crying, her ego thoroughly crushed by the machine. She stood still, at a complete loss for words after having her bottom penetrated. It was an act so vile to her that she never would've allowed Goku to do it to her even if he had found a job, saved the world and gotten Gohan into a college all in the same day! While Chi Chi silently wept for the loss of her anal virginity Bulma stood beside her, trying to process what was happening after she had heard the machine declare both of them as “healthy.” She knew that the machine wasn't addressing her since she had programmed the machine to view anyone on the belt as a baby and that's what it saw both of them as; babies. Even as defeated as she felt, she knew that things were only going to get worse, but she didn't know exactly what was going to happen next. She had only ever tested this function out once and then followed it up by giving Trunks and Mai a bath which, given the circumstances, wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. With that thought in mind, Bulma heard the last thing she wanted to hear. “INITIATING DRESS PROTOCOL” Bulma slowly lifted her head off of the conveyor belt and got to her hands and knees, gazing ahead in dread as numerous robotic hands holding powder puffs were coming towards her and Chi Chi. Her body shivered in fear, knowing exactly what Trunks had initiated and how bad things were about to get for not only herself but Chi Chi. “This is bad… We need to get off of this belt!” Unfortunately for Chi Chi, she couldn't understand a word of what Bulma was trying to tell her, due to the pacifier obstructing her ability to communicate, as the raven haired mother stared down the line, completely shocked by the flurry of mechanized steel arms coming at her with what looked like powder puffs in their ridiculous glove covered hands. The former martial artist was truly at a loss, unable to figure out what was happening or why Bulma had thought creating this machine was a good idea. Sure, Trunks was pushing all the buttons, but he wasn't the person who had designed and built this crazy contraption; Bulma was. In what universe did she think this machine was better than a mother, or even a babysitter, comforting their baby? She felt traumatized and she was a grown woman! “F-first it strips us…” Chi Chi stumbled over the first syllable, but regained her train of thought, trying desperately to vocalize her thoughts in an attempt to walk through what exactly this machine was going to do to her since her mind was failing to comprehend exactly what was happening to her. “Then violates us…” Chi Chi paused, unable to figure out exactly what was going on. “What next..?” While Chi Chi was struggling to put together a coherent sentence, Bulma had turned her back to the onslaught of incoming metallic arms and started crawling away her creation as fast as she could. Unfortunately for her, one of the glove covered hands came from the right hand side of the conveyor belt and seized her ankles. Unable to crawl forward, Bulma reached outwards with her left hand, struggling to pull herself out of the strong grip the machine had on her legs, only to feel yet another hand warp itself around her forearm. “Let go of me!” Bulma screamed into the huge bulb filling her mouth, doing the only thing she could do now that the arms had effectively caught her. “Let go!” Bulma's bottom twitched in anger as the first glove covered hand started patting her butt. Another hand quickly joined in, alternating between each other as powder puff after powder puff kept patting her bountiful backside with baby powder which created a massive cloud of white, infantile scented powder to fill the air around the struggling scientist who could only voice her frustrations through an adult sized pacifier. Her muffled threats made her justified anger sound more like a whiny, tantrum throwing toddler who didn't want to be put into a diaper than the adult woman she was. “I'm gunna throw you in the scrap heap!” Chi Chi was far too focused on what was happening to her to care about what Bulma was yelling about. Subconsciously she knew that the idiotic inventor was in the same position that she had found herself in, but it was hard to have any sympathy for the blue haired scientist when a gloved covered hand was pulling her at her leg! The raven haired housewife was forced onto her elbows and, due to her stunned state, the machine didn't even need to use another hand to help pry her legs apart. This allowed a secondary hand to powder her pussy with relative ease. “Is this a joke!?” Chi Chi asked in a disgusted voice, her face flush with shame as more glove covered hands approached her exposed womanhood with powder puffs ready to cover her crotch in baby powder. “You have to be kidding me!”