DBZ Moms Vs. The Diaper Machine Comic Page 4

"M--MMAWP!" A loud, muffled groan could be heard coming from the conveyor belt coming from his mother who had been forcibly dropped onto the firm rubber. Trunks took the controls and made sure that Goten's mom was gently lowered onto the industrial belt by the robotic, glove covered hands. Still, the middle-aged mother who loved to chastise him for his rough housing and pranks had to speak her mind, much to his annoyance. "This isn't fair!" Chi Chi shouted up at the control center, pausing to look to her right as one of the gloved hands lingered on her shoulder, rubbing it. The raven-haired housewife regained her composure and raised her voice once more. "Let me go, Trunks. I had nothing to do with this!" The next part of Chi Chi's plea followed quickly, as if it was an afterthought, "It's your mom you want not me…" "M-MMPMEE?" Bulma retorted, her tongue fumbling around the thick, silicon bulb of the pacifier as she stared daggers at Chi Chi, trying to argue with the raven haired housewife, but in her haste, she had completely forgotten about the pacifier in her mouth and was unable to say "Are you kidding me?" "What?" Chi Chi replied, caught off guard by Bulma's tone. Even if the woman was gagged the middle-aged mother knew backtalk when she heard it. "Look at the mess we're in!" Chi Chi shouted and decided to double down on Bulma since this bizarre situation clearly was brought on by whatever the blue haired inventor had done to her son. "This is all your fault..!" While the two mothers bickered on the conveyor belt, arguing amongst themselves, Trunks clicked a button labeled "Grooming Protocol" which he had assumed would give them a bath, but his grin grew even wider when he saw two pairs of mechanical arms descending from the rafters of his mom's lab holding shaving razors and cans of shaving cream. "INITIATING GROOMING PROTOCOL" A computerized voice announced to the fuming women yelling at each other. Bulma's muffled argument with Chi Chi was interrupted by the announcement and barely a second passed by before one of the robotic hands she had painstakingly designed appeared in front of her. Rage filled her eyes as she reached out with her left hand to push the metallic tendril back while she tried to steady herself on the belt with her right hand. However, she wasn't strong enough to keep the gloved hand away and could only shout at it as it sprayed a thick coating of white shaving foam onto her manicured pubic mound. "MON MEW MARE!" The sound of her order being garbled by the pacifier only made her angrier. Still, anyone wit ears could hear she was trying to say, "Don't you dare!" The computer ignored their cries and muffled shouts but couldn't disregard their obvious wriggling. It's monotone yet commanding voice filled the enclosed dome yet again as it ordered the women not to squirm. "NO SQUIRMING!" Bulma felt the hands grab her ankles, holding them tightly, forcing the enraged scientist to watch as the blue shaving razor divided the pile of shaving cream, clearing a path right down the middle, leaving only a strip of freshly shaved, smooth skin in its wake. "EEK!" Chi Chi cried out, clearly shocked by what Bulma's invention was doing to her. She had never felt more vulnerable in all of her life and did the only thing she could do as the razor was pulled down against her pussy; shout at the machine. "NO NOT MY BUSH!"