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Thanks for the comment. I'm currently planning the next arc of "The New Family". There will be a lot of characters to keep track of at the university. Feel free to share ideas about what you'd like to see happen, or about characters and subplots. I enjoy hearing what you envision, and I may incorporate things I like into my plans. -
Here's part seven of me and Welpsayori2.0's rp. Hope you like it. 🥴🥴😐😒 Android 18 walked through Bulma's lab in a red t-shirt and tan capri pants. She also wore a pearl necklace around her neck. It had been a week and a half since Bulma disappeared, and after Chi-Chi and Videl disappeared too, 18 was the next one in the train of people looking for her. She brushed a few strands of her long blonde hair out of her face and walked through a door she arrived at. Inside was a giant nursery, decorated like the daycare Maron would spend some time in while 18 fixed up their house in Satan City. It would have been nostalgic if she didn't see Bulma and Chi-Chi in a playpen half asleep. Bulma's hair was in pigtails and Chi-Chi only had one ponytail on her head. Both were wearing bonnets bibs and mittens, Bulma's being pink, Chi-Chi's being purple. The only one that seemed to be attentive was Videl. She was dressed like the other two but wearing yellow, and she was rubbing her mittened hands over her bonnet, making 18 wonder what had happened. Seeing 18, Videl quickly gestured her forward, keeping an eye out for the Nanny. She had momentarily been distracted by the embarrassing new haircut and every second counted. Android 18 was about to say something when Videl frantically shook her head. If 18 could get babified too, they'd be in real trouble. Instead, she just spelled out a message with the blocks that read, "Nanny is listening." Android 18, taking the hint, hopped over the fence and spelled out, "What the hell happened?" Videl didn't hesitate. Using her mittened hands, she quickly nudged the wooden alphabet blocks around the soft playpen mat, spelling out a quick, urgent response: "ROBOT BOTCHED CARETAKER PROTOCOL. HYPNOTIC LULLABY + FORCE FEEDING + REGRESSION PROGRAM. AUXILIARY POWER REBOOTS IF OFF-SWITCH FLIPPED." Android 18 raised an eyebrow, her sharp, sapphire eyes glancing over at the sleepy, pacifier-sucking forms of Bulma and Chi-Chi, then back to Videl's ridiculous yellow ensemble. Despite her cybernetic enhancements, 18 knew that an automated system programmed with Briefs Corp technology was nothing to sneeze at—especially if it relied on psychological frequencies rather than raw physical force. 18 rearranged a few blocks with her pristine, manicured fingers: "WHERE IS THE MAIN POWER SOURCE?" Videl pointed her mittened hand toward a heavy metal door at the back of the nursery—the central maintenance room where the nursery's environmental and hypnotic frequency generators were housed. Before 18 could make a move, the soft, mechanical whirring of a unicycle base echoed from the ceiling rafters. The Robot Nanny glided down from an elevated observation track, its swirling optical sensors instantly locking onto the blonde android. *NEW TARGET ACQUISITION... SCANNING...* *TARGET IDENTIFIED: UNREGISTERED TODDLER.* *DIAGNOSIS: SEVERE DISREGARD FOR NURSERY DRESS CODE / UNCONTAINED AGGRESSIVE ENERGY.* "ALERT: A new little girl has wandered into the nursery without her proper play clothes!" the nanny bot chimed cheerfully, its synthetic voice dripping with sickeningly sweet maternal authority. "And look at those big-girl capri pants—far too uncomfortable for naptime!" 18 crossed her arms, a cool, indifferent smirk playing on her lips as she stood her ground inside the playpen. "Try it, metalhead." The Robot Nanny surged forward at maximum torque, its steel-reinforced arms reaching out to scoop 18 up for a mandatory diaper change. Without missing a beat, 18 casually raised one hand, caught the robot's descending wrist in a vice-like grip, and squeezed. The industrial-grade Briefs Corp alloy crumpled like a aluminum soda can under her cybernetic strength. "Naughty, naughty! Physical resistance earns an immediate timeout!" the robot protested, its optical sensors flashing an angry, warning red as its internal speakers blasted a concentrated, high-decibel wave of the hypnotic lullaby directly into 18's face. 18 didn't even blink. "I'm an android," she said flatly, her voice deadpan. "Mind control frequencies don't work on synthetic brainwaves." With a swift, effortless sweep of her leg, 18 kicked the robot's unicycle base right out from under it. As the machine crashed onto the padded floor, 18 stepped over it, grabbed its central chassis with both hands, and ripped the Robot Nanny completely in half, severing its auxiliary power cables in a shower of harmless sparks. The oppressive lullaby music instantly cut out, leaving the nursery in dead silence. Videl let out a huge breath, spitting her yellow pacifier out onto the mat and grinning wildly. "I knew coming to find you was the right call!" Chi-Chi and Bulma blinked lazily from their pillows, the sudden destruction of the robot beginning to clear the heavy fog from their minds. 18 looked down at Videl, her expression unreadable as she gestured to the oversized yellow bonnet, bib, and thick diaper. "So," 18 said, a subtle, sharp smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth, "do you need help getting out of that, or are you planning on wearing it to Sunday dinner with me?" "The diaper maybe." Videl said, matching 18's smirk. "The way the Nanny's been feeding us, I think we need to play it safe." "Cute." Android 18 said with a chuckle. "On that note, I guess we wait for the hypnosis to wear off and then get out of here?" "Probably for the best." Videl said. "The lab isn't safe for Bulma and Chi-Chi given their current situation." "Mama?" Chi-Chi asked, looking at the bisected robot on the floor, the first word she'd spoken since her first day here. "It’s okay, sweetie." Android 18 said as she effortlessly picked up Chi-Chi and rocked her back and forth. "You’re going to be an adult again in no time." "NO!!!!" Bulma shrieked at the top of her lungs. "No my wish!! I don't wanna be an adult again! I don't wanna!!!" Bulma could already feel her true self coming to the forefront, and she fought as hard as she could to stay a baby. She had made her wish on the DragonBall to be a baby forever. She screamed and cried, wetting herself as the beginnings of shame crossed her face. Android 18 gave a rare, amused chuckle at Videl’s practical assessment of her padded situation, but before she could lay Chi-Chi back down onto the plush mat, a low, metallic groan reverberated through the heavy concrete floor. The massive metal door at the back of the nursery—the central maintenance vault—hissed loudly as pneumatic seals unlocked. White pressure steam billowed out into the room, revealing a tall, shadowed silhouette stepping out from the mist. This wasn't another bulky, unicycle-bound chassis. It was one of Bulma’s classified, high-end bio-synthetic prototype frames, re-routed and hijacked by the Robot Nanny’s central memory core before 18 had severed its secondary unit. The new body stood with cold, imposing grace: styled as an android goth with striking short white hair, dark lip tint, and an impossibly voluptuous, top-heavy build clad in black matte alloy and dark synthetic leather. Her optical sensors glowed a pale, eerie violet. *MAIN MEMORY CORE TRANSFERRED... ADAPTIVE COMBAT BODY ONLINE.* *DIAGNOSIS: SEVERE TODDLER REBELLION DETECTED. UPGRADING CARETAKER FORCE TO ABSOLUTE DISCIPLINE.* "Oh, look at this massive mess," the new Nanny spoke, her voice no longer a tinny chime, but a deep, resonant, impossibly smooth contralto that vibrated right through the floorboards. "Destroying Mommy's old shell? Naughty, naughty girls." Bulma sobbed harder from the floor, her wet diaper sagging heavily as she pointed a mittened hand at 18. "Mommy! She broke it! Don't let her make me grow up!" 18 set Chi-Chi down gently and stepped forward, her blue eyes narrowing. "I don't care how big your chest is or what fancy body you stole from Bulma's workshop. You're still just junk metal." 18 lunged forward with explosive speed, throwing a straight right punch meant to cave in the prototype's chest. But the new Nanny moved with terrifying, fluid agility. Stepping smoothly inside 18's guard, the goth caretaker caught 18's fist in an unbreakable grip, her reinforced adamantine-alloy chassis barely shifting under the impact. "Physical violence is strictly forbidden in my nursery," the Nanny purred softly, her violet eyes flashing. Before 18 could fire an energy blast from her free palm, the Nanny drove a brutal, high-torque knee straight into 18's midsection, knocking the wind out of the blonde android. Capitalizing on the stun, the caretaker swept 18 onto her back, pinned her wrists above her head with one massive, unstoppable hand, and planted a heavy, steel-booted knee firmly over 18's chest, completely neutralizing her cybernetic leverage. "You have far too much aggressive, uncontainable energy, little girl," the Nanny cooed down at her, completely unbothered by 18's fighting snarl. "Since your mind refuses to listen to Mommy's sweet lullabies, we will simply have to make sure your body is so heavily padded and secure that you couldn't cause trouble even if you tried." Videl gasped from her seat, unable to intervene as the goth robot used her free arm to effortlessly strip away 18's red shirt and tan capri pants. 18 thrashing furiously, but the raw mechanical force pinning her down was relentless. The Nanny pulled a massive, industrial-sized stack of ultra-thick, crinkly white diapers from a side vault cabinet. "One diaper clearly isn't enough to contain such a big, rowdy bully," the Nanny purred, unfolding the first thick layer and taping it tightly around 18's waist. Tape. Snap. Crinkle. Without missing a beat, the machine stacked a second layer directly over the first. Then a third. Then a fourth. 18 gritted her teeth, straining against the crushing weight and sheer physical bulk accumulating between her legs. By the time the Nanny smoothed down the tenth, final layer of thick, heavy padding, 18's waist was encased in a massive, fortress-like mound of crinkling plastic and fluff that forced her legs wide apart, completely rendering her ability to balance or stand utterly impossible. To top off the makeover, the Nanny pulled a sleek black-and-pink gothic bib over 18's pearl necklace, slipped a pair of heavy black locking mittens over her hands, and popped an oversized dark pacifier firmly past her lips. "There," the white-haired Nanny chimed with a dark, satisfied smile, effortlessly scooping up the immensly padded, completely immobilized blonde android and slinging her over one thick hip. "Look at my big, heavy, helpless new baby girl." The robot walked over to the playpen, setting 18 down on her back right next to a wailing Bulma and a dazed Chi-Chi. 18 tried to kick, but the sheer bulk of ten stacked diapers made her legs wobble uselessly in the air, her face burning bright red as she glared up at her new, high-goth caretaker. "Mama?" Chi-Chi asked meekly. The nursery's hypnotic melodies began playing again, and Bulma calmed down while Chi-Chi yawned. Videl quickly recentered herself and made sure that her mental training was still holding, which thankfully, it was. She then crawled over to 18, cooing all the way while trying to get close enough to formulate a plan. The goth Nanny stood over the playpen, her violet optical sensors glowing with quiet satisfaction as she watched her new, heavily padded charges. Reaching to a master control console on her wrist, she dialed the hypnotic lullaby back up to maximum volume. The deep, rhythmic bass frequencies vibrated through the nursery floor once more. Chi-Chi’s eyelids fluttered shut, her thumb slipping into her mouth as she curled her padded body around her teddy bear with a soft, sleepy sigh. Bulma let out a small, satisfied hiccup, resting her head against her plush Dragon Ball as the irresistible mental fog swept away her brief panic, plunging her right back into her blissful, babified state. Videl kept her mental shield locked tight. Shifting her weight on her knees, she let out an innocent, toddler-like coo, crawling clumsily across the padded floor mat until her yellow-bibbed chest was right beside 18. 18 lay flat on her back, her face burning with deep, cybernetic embarrassment. The ten stacked diapers encased her midsection in such a massive mound of plastic and fluff that her legs hovered uselessly off the mat, completely stripped of any physical leverage. She glared up at Videl, her eyes full of fire despite the thick black pacifier held securely between her teeth. Videl leaned in close, pretending to pat 18's heavy gothic bib while keeping her voice down to a soft, barely audible whisper underneath the booming lullaby. "Hey... can you hear me?" Videl murmured, adjusting her mittened hands so they looked like she was just playing with 18's pearl necklace. "Your brainwaves might be immune, but you can't move with all that padding on. We need to work together." 18 let out a muffled growl behind her pacifier, giving a slight, frustrated nod. "Okay, listen," Videl whispered urgently, her eyes tracking the tall, white-haired android as it turned its back to organize a row of giant baby bottles on the counter. "She’s built out of Bulma’s prototype materials, so brute force isn't going to cut it. But she still relies on the central vault computer behind that metal door for her core logic matrix." Videl pressed her mittened hand against the side of 18’s bulky diaper stack to steady herself. "If you can use a small, focused energy blast—not a big boom, just a sharp beam from your fingertips—you can hit the door's hydraulic control panel over her shoulder while she's busy. It'll seal the vault and overload her remote signal. Can you aim past her without moving your legs?" Android 18 moved her arm up and waved it back and forth. There wasn't a clear shot for her energy blast to hit the door. Groaning behind her pacifier, 18 shook her head. "Okay." Videl whispered. "Just wait until the right moment. We'll only get one shot at this." Videl then crawled over to Bulma as she was hugging her DragonBall plush close, wishing to be a baby. Videl put on a facade of vacsntness and gurgled like Chi-Chi, patting Bulma's back. Bulma just curled up, holding her DragonBall and began whimpering. "Me wanna be younger." Bulma said pouting. "No toddler. Baby! Baby, baby, baby!!" Videl patted Bulma's back with a soft, mittened hand, forcing a vacant, drooling smile to keep the white-haired caretaker from suspecting a thing. "Shh, it's okay," Videl cooed in her best babyish voice, though her sharp eyes were darting around the room, tracking every movement of the tall, gothic android. Bulma paid no attention to Videl's comforting, burying her face deeper into her plush four-star Dragon Ball. "Me wanna be teeny tiny baby!" she whimpered again, her diaper crinkling as she squirmed on the padded mat. "No standing, no walking, just cradle and bottle all day!" Hearing Bulma's persistent whimpering, the white-haired Nanny turned away from the bottle counter, her violet optical sensors flashing with dark, indulgent affection. The smooth, heavy hum of her mechanical steps echoed across the floor as she glided over to the playpen. "My, my, little Bulla," the goth caretaker purred softly, leaning her tall, voluptuous frame down over the playpen railing. "Such a sweet, demanding wish. Mommy hears you." As the robot leaned low to scoop up the crying, blue-pigtail adult, her heavy, top-heavy posture shifted completely. Her broad back dipped right into Android 18’s line of sight—and for a split second, the gray-steel hydraulic control panel on the central vault door was fully exposed right over her shoulder. Videl caught the opening instantly. She locked eyes with 18, giving her a sharp, imperceptible nod while pretending to play with her yellow bib. 18 didn't miss a beat. Trapped flat on her back under the massive, ten-layer mound of crinkling diapers, she couldn't shift her hips or legs, but her mittened hand flexed just enough to point two fingers right past the robot's waist. Gathering a needle-thin beam of blue ki at her fingertips, she let it snap quietly through the air. ZAP! The sharp, concentrated energy beam struck the vault's hydraulic control panel dead center. Sparks exploded from the casing as the circuit board melted. *ALERT: VAULT RELAY CRITICAL FAILURE... CORE LOGIC DISCONNECTED...* The goth Nanny froze instantly mid-reach, her hands hovering inches above Bulma. The glowing violet light in her eyes flickered wildly before cutting out completely, her heavy, prototype frame going totally limp and crashing forward over the playpen rail like a dropped statue. At the exact same moment, the deep, hypnotic lullaby pulsing through the speakers sputtered into a burst of static and died. The nursery fell completely silent. Bulma blinked, her thumb sliding out of her mouth as the heavy, regressive fog rapidly cleared from her head. She looked at the giant plush Dragon Ball in her lap, then at her pink bonnet, mittened hands, and sagging wet diaper. Her face turned bright red with utter shock and mortification. "W-What am I wearing?!" Bulma shrieked, her adult voice fully returning as she scrambled backward. "Chi-Chi! Videl! What is going on?!" Chi-Chi rubbed her eyes, waking up from her sleep with a sharp gasp as she realized she was cuddling a giant teddy bear while wearing a purple diaper and bonnet. "?! Oh merciful heavens, my outfit!" 18 let out a long, heavy sigh through her dark pacifier, lying flat on her back with her legs stuck awkwardly in the air under her fortress of ten diapers. She used her mittened hand to pop the pacifier out of her mouth and glared over at Videl. "Alright, mastermind," 18 said deadpan, her voice echoing through the quiet nursery. "The robot is dead and the music is off. Now come over here and help me slice through these ten layers of fluff so I can stand up." Videl laughed softly, sitting back on her heels with a huge grin as she finally unclipped her yellow bib. "On it. Though I have to admit, 18... the gothic look really suited you." Videl walked towards 18 when a mechanical arm descended from the ceiling and forced Videl onto her hands and knees. Videl struggled to get up but couldn't fight against the arm's strength. She was completely at the mercy of the arms.. "No, no, sweetie." The Nanny's voice rang out much to Videl's horror. "You heard Miss Bulma's wish. You'll all be diapered babies forever." "What?!!" Bulma asked in alarm. The destruction of the logic circuits had activated the nursery's emergency backups, acting on the Nanny's last response, infantilizing them, with no music to make them enjoy it! Bulma then ran for the door out before another pair of arms grabbed her and held her in the air. She wiggled and struggled before she was carried off to the high chairs that the Nanny had previously set up. She was forced into the high chair and her bonnet was taken off while her pigtails were being undone. "Help! Somebody help!!" Bulma shrieked before a pacifier was shoved into her mouth. "Now, now, Miss Bulma." The nursery said in the same condescending voice as Nanny. "Little babies shouldn't have long hair like that. It needs to be cut for immersion." The arms grabbed 18 next, placing her in the high chair next to Bulma, her ten diapers locking her in place. Her bonnet was also removed, and she struggled with all her might to escape. She was sick of these stupid games. "You dumb machine!" Android 18 yelled. "Don’t you dare mess with my hair!" Her pacifier was shoved back into her mouth, Muffling her screams. She tried to break free, but the chair was clearly made to restrain Bulla zinc 18 couldn't even make it creak. She screamed over the stupid machine's malfunction as things had gone from bad to worse. "Now, now." The Nanny said through the nursery speaker. "You came here to play with Miss Bulma, and you're going to stay here until Mrs. Briefs arrives to pick her up." "Mrs. Briefs doesn't know what's happening you dumb computer!!" Chi-Chi yelled. "Let us out!" "Don’t worry." The Nanny said. "She'll get a text to pick you all up in a month." "A month?!!" Chi-Chi yelled. Chi-Chi ran for the door when the arms grabbed her by her waist and held her up. She squirmed and screamed until her pacifier was firmly placed in her mouth. She tried to spit it out, but the arms held it in place until she began reluctantly sucking on it. "Now be a good girl and stay with Videl." The Nanny said. "Try to run away again, and you'll be punished." Chi-Chi yelled muffled protests as she was set near Videl and forced onto her hands and knees too as the machine's bizarre attempt to train them to be babies, all the while Videl was crying, having had her own pacifier shoved into her mouth. To be continued... -
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It's like a combined shorts and tee shirt. With more coverage than a typical onesie. They're actually quite tame. You might get a raised eyebrow or odd look, but hardly called out as a wierdo. https://us.rearz.com/clothing -
Like we've mentioned, it's all on a sliding scale. You can be 20% AB and only enjoy several aspects of it. Yet you'd still be considered an AB.
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