DBZ Moms Vs. The Diaper Machine Comic Page 5

The machine obviously didn't understand or care about what either of its charges were saying and Chi Chi’s shouts were ignored leaving the mother of two children with no other choice but to lay on her back while the disposable blue, plastic backed double bladed razor repeatedly ran over her cream covered mound. Despite not being restrained by her ankles, like Bulma, the raven haired housewife knew better than to move while the razor was busy shaving her; the last thing she wanted was to get cut during this bizarre situation. Much like Chi Chi's ear piercing scream to leave her bush alone, Bulma's pacified protests were subsequently disregarded and the enraged mother was forced to watch as her own intention shaved the unruly thicket of blue hairs. Normally, Bulma kept her womanhood trimmed in a neat little rectangle, but after spending weeks toiling away on this machine, the very machine that was now shaving her, she had let her once orderly mound become an overgrown patch of pubic hairs. Needless to say, she was pissed at Trunks for taking over her invention and humiliating her like this, but part of her rage stemmed from being seen in such a state by Chi Chi who, from what Bulma had seen, found time to keep up on her feminine hygiene. Even if she could talk her way out of this, and get back of Chi Chi's good side, the idea that the raven haired woman could gossip with Eighteen or Videl about the state of her bikini area made Bulma fume. Neither woman glanced at the other during this degrading process and had no clue that they were being shaved side by side since the machine had held Bulma in place while Ch Chi was gradually moving forward on the conveyor belt with the hands hovering over her as they worked. If either Bulma or Chi Chi had looked over, they would've found yet another reason to shout, but thankfully for their already damaged egos, both were too preoccupied with the razor sliding over their lower lips and to pay any attention to what was happening literally right next to them. “PROTOCOL COMPLETE!” The robotic voice announced as the razors were pulled away. Suddenly, the glove-covered hands put Bulma onto her knees, seemingly putting her on display before retreating into the air, ready for their next order to be given. This left both rattled and annoyed women free to survey the damage done by the machine. Bulma was shocked to see just how thorough of a job her invention had done; there wasn't even a trace of stubble and her skin was completely smooth. Her mound hadn't looked this bare since she was a child! ‘I look like a little girl!’ Bulma's eyes burned with anger as her thoughts shifted to what Vegeta would think. What will Vegeta think?!’ While Bulma worried about what the Prince of Saiyans would say about her immature appearance, Chi Chi was left blushing, absolutely stunned by the state of the area between her legs. To say she was in disbelief was an understatement as the raven haired mother muttered to herself, “it really shaved us clean.” only to follow it up with the question she had been wanting to ask since being stripped, “What kind of machine did you build?” Even if Bulma could've answered the blushing mother's question she didn't even get a moment to consider what she would've said. The computerized voice immediately boomed above both of them, announcing the next procedure that they would be forced to endure. “INITIATING MEDICAL CHECK PROCOL” “W-what does that mean?” The former martial artist stammered slightly as one of the glove covered hands pressed down on her upper back, moving her body onto the conveyor belt until she was on her knees and had to use her hands to keep her face just above the rubber surface on the industrial belt. “What's it doing now, Bulma?” Bulma couldn't even think as one of the glove covered hands pushed against her back, forcing her forward until the blue haired scientist’s bare breasts were pressed against the surface of the conveyor belt. She instinctively placed her palms flat against the rubbery belt doing her best to keep her head from being pushed down. It all happened so fast and, despite her best efforts, she found herself effectively pinned against the belt on her hands and knees, at the mercy of her own invention. ‘Oh no…’ Given the sudden declaration of the computer and how the gloved hands were spreading apart her butt cheeks, Bulma knew things were about to get a whole lot worse for them. ‘This is bad…’ ‘If It's following protocol…’ The blue haired head of Capsule Corp’s anger was rapidly vanishing only to be replaced by anxiety as her mind logically proceeded to figure out exactly what was coming next. “then that means…!” “AHHHHHHHHHH!” Just as Bulma remembered what was about to happen, she heard an ear piercing scream coming from Chi Chi. Despite knowing what was coming, Bulma was still unprepared to have a rectal thermometer jammed up her butt. The moment the stuff intruder was jammed into her puckered asshole, Bulma immediately bit down into the silicon bulb of the pacifier and tried to bare the pain. Her eyes practically bulged out of her head from feeling the hard rod being jammed into her virgin hole.