DBZ Moms Vs. The Diaper Machine Comic Page 7

Bulma could hear Chi Chi shouting about something in front of her, but the desperate scientist was far too busy trying to wriggle loose from her metallic creation to focus on whatever nonsense Chi Chi was babbling about. Even as her invention finished powdering her butt and flipped her on her back she could see Chi Chi laying there ahead of her, getting powdered by the hands. For half a second Bulma wondered why the normally short tempered housewife was allowing the hands to powder her, but such thoughts were quickly forgotten the moment Bulma felt the glove hand that had been holding her ankle suddenly yank her leg towards the ceiling. Without warning another glove covered hand appeared above her, holding a bottle of baby powder. Bulma immediately knew what was coming and instinctively tried to raise her arms only to discover that she could; the robotic hand had actually let her arms go! Using her newly freed hands, the blue haired mother tried to shield herself from the unwelcomed downpour of baby powder being sprayed onto her crotch and stomach. “That's enough powder!” Bulma exclaimed into the huge silicone nipple of the pacifier after feeling the cold dust blanketing her womanhood, bottom and most of her tummy, but just like before her words were distorted and muffled by the oversized bulb in her mouth which only angered the middle aged mother. “Lay off!” As the machine thoroughly powdered her, Bulma couldn’t help but lament the fact that she hadn't put more time into training her invention to pick up on nonverbal cues or at least train it to see when the user was in distress. If she had done that extra bit of work then things wouldn't have gone this far. At the very least, it would've recognized that she was currently holding up her hands in the universal sign for “stop!” Of course, such thoughts only came to her due to being at the mercy of her own machine. While Bulma squirmed underneath the robotic arms, Chi Chi continued to stare in disbelief at the numerous metallic arms Bulma had built as each one of the powder puff wielding hands took turns patting her freshly shaven womanhood. The former martial artist was still in shock given all that the machine had done to her, but it wasn't until she felt one of the large glove covered hands gather her legs together, and lift them up off of the rubber surface of the conveyor belt, by her ankles, that it suddenly dawned on Chi Chi what the crazy contraption was doing to her! “Stripped, temp taken and now talcum powder?” Just as she had done earlier, she started saying her thoughts out loud as the machine continued to douse every inch of her bottom in the infantile smelling white powder. She didn't wait for an answer that would never be given to her, instead she mentally kept walking herself through the inevitable process that only had one possible outcome and declared, to anyone who could hear her, that she knew what was coming. “I've raised enough babies to know what comes next!” However, before the raven haired mother could utter the word, a pair of glove covered hands appeared in front of her holding the object she knew was going to be wrapped around her hips; a diaper. “Aaahh” Chi Chi exclaimed in a mixture of shock and righteous anger as her suspicions ended up being validated by the same machine that was literally about to put her back into diapers. “I knew it!” The machine didn't wait to hear another word and quickly hoisted the middle aged mother’s freshly powdered bottom off of the conveyor belt by her ankles, giving the mechanical hands clearance to lay the disposable diaper underneath Chi Chi's bountiful backside. Needless to say, this didn't happen without the world's strongest woman objecting to what was happening to her! “No!” Chi Chi cried out in anger as she stared at her legs that were stretched out above her head. “I change dirty diapers, not make them!” “PFFF-” While the hands were busy diapering the squirming martial artist, Trunks did his best to not laugh, but the sight of his best friend's mom, being diapered like the annoying brat she was, the same woman who regularly scolded him and spoke down to him, combined with what she had just said about not making dirty diapers, made him bust out in a fit of laughter. “HAHAHAHAHAHA!” “Not anymore!” Trunks declared with a pointed finger before another bout of laughter brought tears to his eyes. “This is so priceless!”