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Donny28: He definitely had his mom in his sights. Chi Chi is collateral damage, but to be fair... Chi Chi has always been overly strict and annoying when it comes to kids so I doubt Trunks is all that torn up about it. XD     "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!"    To Be Continued...(at the links below)   There's over 20 pages, and counting of this comic (including story passages on my Fanbox) for you to enjoy on my platforms. If you want to see what happens next I highly recommend you join; It's literally less then the price of a cup of coffee!   Follow me on Twitter (Free)  https://x.com/DaymareAB    Fanbox has story segments with the comic for only $3.30!    https://www.fanbox.cc/@daymare/posts/10540195   My Substar has strictly comic pages for $5   https://subscribestar.adult/evisceratednite        

Hi 👋 everybody. I hope you have enjoyed reading my story. Please let me know your favorite part. Without further ado, the final chapter to Life After The Dog Park.    Chapter 67: The walk from the beach toward the boardwalk felt almost magical after a full day in the sun.   Chris stayed close beside Bill, one small hand wrapped securely around his father’s fingers while the other carried Ollie. His hair was still slightly damp from the ocean, and tiny traces of sand stubbornly clung to his ankles despite Bill’s best efforts to brush them away.   The Venice Beach boardwalk buzzed with life.   Street performers entertained crowds with music and magic tricks. Cyclists rolled past ringing their bells. Vendors sold colorful artwork, souvenirs, and handmade jewelry. The scent of sunscreen, ocean air, and food drifted through the evening breeze.   Chris seemed determined to take everything in at once.   “Daddy, look!”   A man balanced on a tall unicycle.   “Daddy, look!”   A musician played guitar near a crowd of cheering spectators.   “Daddy, look!”   A dog wearing sunglasses rode in a stroller.   Bill laughed.   “I’m trying, buddy. There’s a lot to see.”   Eventually they found a casual beachfront restaurant with outdoor seating overlooking the ocean. A hostess led them to a table on the patio where they could watch the waves while they ate.   The timing could not have been better.   Chris’s stomach growled loudly enough that both of them heard it.   Bill raised an eyebrow.   “Hungry?”   Chris nodded vigorously.   “Very.”   The waitress arrived with menus.   Bill ordered grilled fish tacos and a cold drink, while Chris carefully studied the children’s menu as though making an important business decision.   Finally he pointed.   “Cheeseburger.”   “Excellent choice,” Bill said.   “And fries.”   “Naturally.”   “And chocolate milk.”   Bill smiled.   “Naturally.”   As they waited for their food, Chris leaned against the railing near their table and watched the beach below. The sky had begun shifting toward shades of orange and gold.   Families still played near the shoreline.   Surfers waited patiently beyond the breakers.   Seagulls drifted overhead.   “It’s pretty,” Chris said softly.   Bill looked toward the horizon.   “It really is.”   For a few moments they simply sat together enjoying the view.   Their food soon arrived, and Chris immediately attacked his cheeseburger with impressive enthusiasm. After a day of swimming, digging, exploring, and walking, he seemed to have an endless appetite.   Bill laughed as Chris reached for another fry.   “Where are you putting all that food?”   Chris shrugged.   “My tummy.”   “Good answer.”   Between bites they talked about their favorite parts of the day.   “The dolphin was my favorite,” Chris declared.   “That was pretty special.”   “And the sand crabs.”   “They were cool.”   “And the waves.”   “Also cool.”   “And the castle.”   “The castle was excellent.”   Chris smiled proudly.   “It was.”   As the meal continued, the sky grew even more beautiful. The setting sun painted the ocean in streaks of gold, orange, and pink.   Bill found himself watching Chris more than the scenery.   The little boy looked happy.   Not the loud, excited happiness of earlier.   Something quieter.   Content.   The kind of happiness that comes after a perfect day.   Chris eventually leaned back in his chair with a dramatic sigh.   “I’m full.”   Bill glanced at the nearly empty plate.   “I can see that.”   Chris rested his chin in his hands and watched the waves.   “Can we come back someday?”   The question caught Bill by surprise.   He smiled.   “I’d like that.”   Chris nodded thoughtfully.   “Me too.”   As they finished their meal and prepared to leave, the last sliver of sun touched the horizon.   Bill paid the check while Chris stood beside him, holding Ollie and watching the ocean one more time.   The beach was beginning to glow beneath the soft evening light.   The crowds were thinning.   The air felt cooler.   And for just a moment, neither of them was in a hurry to leave.   The road trip might be nearing its end, but tonight there was still the ocean, the sunset, and the simple comfort of being together.   Bill placed a hand gently on Chris’s shoulder.   “Ready to head back to the hotel?”   Chris looked out at the Pacific one last time.   Then he smiled and took Bill’s hand.   “Yep.”   Together they walked down the boardwalk as the California sky faded into evening, carrying with them another memory neither would ever forget.   THE END. 

I'm A side sleeper and use a bed pad and usually a pair of plastic panties and have had good results

Today was a heavy errand day so it demanded a heavy weight diaper.  I went with the Trest Elite in white.  These diapers are just awesome.  

Muchisimas gracias!  Early on in this story,  Ian turned down Donnie's request to go to Poland on Agency business because behind the Iron Curtain he is under constant surveillance.  The same thing is true in Minneapolis, and it severely limits his mobility.  He has to act through agents.