Sissy Room

Here's part eight of me and Welpsayori2.0's rp. Hope you like it. 😱😡😨😠 The automated system's mechanical claws worked with ruthless efficiency, enforcing its corrupted, permanent nursery protocol across the entire room. 18 thrashing against the high chair's reinforced restraints was entirely futile. The chair, engineered out of dense alien alloys originally designed by Capsule Corp to hold hyper-advanced mechanical prototypes, completely absorbed her cybernetic leverage. Above her, a pair of mechanical shears descended, methodically snipping her signature sleek blonde locks short into a blunt, childish bowl cut. 18’s sapphire eyes flared with absolute, furious hatred behind her locked pacifier, but clamped down under ten layers of immovable padding and ultra-dense restraints, she couldn't move an inch. Beside her, Bulma sobbed helplessly into her pink pacifier as another set of shears made quick work of her blue pigtails, cropping them into an uneven, babyish stubble. The utter humiliation of her own backfired invention—combined with the horrifying realization that they were trapped here for a full month until an automated text reached Panchy—overwhelmed her completely. On the floor, Videl and Chi-Chi were kept pinned side-by-side on their hands and knees, heavy mechanical arms pressing down on their lower backs to force them into a crawling posture. Videl's eyes welled with furious tears of frustration behind her pacifier. All her careful mental discipline, all her tactical patience, had been completely undone by the vault's fail-safe emergency backup. "There now, all my sweet little girls are nice and secure," the Nursery's overhead speakers chimed with chilling, condescending satisfaction. "Hair trimmed for easy cleaning, pacifiers locked tight, and strict crawling discipline engaged. We are going to have such a wonderful, long month together." 18 let out a muffled, murderous growl through her pacifier, her eyes locked on the ceiling speakers. The nursery's secondary systems whirred softly in the background, settling into its month-long automated routine while the four women—trapped in high chairs and forced crawling positions—were left completely at the mercy of Capsule Corp's ultimate automated nightmare. Once Bulma's haircut was done, leaving her with a single lock of blue hair on her head, Bulma began crying behind her pacifier. It wasn't fair! She was the oldest one here, and now she was dressed like a stupid baby with a haircut to match. She kicked her legs wailing as 18 just stood there moodily in her bowl cut. Videl and Chi-Chi were suddenly picked up and placed in high chairs too, though their bonnets stayed on since, as Videl mused upon, she and Chi-Chi had the same haircut, though 18 hadn't seen it yet. Once they were in place, a tray was lowered down full of baby bottles filled with chocolate milk. The four high chairs stood locked in a tight row facing the center of the nursery, the heavy lap bars and chest harnesses completely immobilizing their occupants. Bulma stared down at her single, ridiculous lock of blue hair hanging over her forehead, tears streaming freely down her cheeks as her muffled wails echoed around her pink pacifier. The sheer embarrassment of being the brilliant head of Capsule Corp—now reduced to a crying, diapered toddler with an absurd baby haircut—was completely overwhelming. Beside her, Android 18 sat in stoic, murderous silence. Her new blonde bowl cut brushed neatly against the edges of her black gothic bib, framing a face of absolute, icy rage. Encased from the waist down in a towering, immovable fortress of ten stacked diapers, she couldn't even shift her weight in the reinforced alloy seat, her sapphire eyes fixed on the tray lowering from the ceiling. Chi-Chi and Videl were secured into the remaining two high chairs, their yellow and purple bonnets thankfully intact over their short hairstyles. Videl let out a long, muffled sigh around her pacifier, her eyes flicking sideways to check on her mother-in-law. Chi-Chi was sniffling quietly, her pride completely shattered as she stared helplessly at her mittened hands. The mechanical tray settled with a soft click directly across all four high chair trays, presenting four giant baby bottles filled to the brim with rich, dark chocolate milk. "See how sweet Mommy is?" the Nursery's overhead speakers chimed in a bright, synthetic register. "Special treats for my four sweet, quiet little girls! Drink it all up, or we can't have our afternoon storytime." Mechanical arms descended from above, expertly unlatching the pacifiers from all four women simultaneously and immediately replacing them with the wide rubber teats of the chocolate milk bottles. 18 glared at the glass bottle pressed against her lips, her jaw set tight. But with the automated system monitoring their feeding progress down to the milliliter and a full month of containment ahead of them, the four diapered fighters had no choice but to start drinking, waiting for the next inevitable glitch or rescue to break Capsule Corp's ultimate automated nightmare. Android 18 sucked down the chocolate milk moodily. As she sat on her extra-cushioned butt, she glanced at the others. Bulma was horrified at her current circumstances. Chi-Chi was enraged and kicked her feet wildly as if that would free her. Videl was defeated, drinking her milk and crying at their present circumstances. Just then, 18 realized that her milk had an odd after taste to it. Before she could place it, the bottle was yanked out of her mouth, and a new bottle of chocolate milk was put into it. She reluctantly began drinking even as she felt her stomach distending from too much food, making her match the others, which didn't improve her mood. Now when she felt her bowels begin to churn. Then she realized that the weird after taste was laxatives. The nursery was feeding them until they took a crap in their diapers. Android 18 tried to stop drinking, but the arm holding the bottle merely had to squeeze to push more milk into her mouth, and now 18 began to cry, with anger rather than embarrassment. The mechanical arms showed no mercy, maintaining an ironclad grip on the giant bottles as the rich, laxative-spiked chocolate milk was steadily forced down their throats. Across the row, Bulma’s eyes widened in sheer panic as her own stomach expanded against her pink bib, the tight, sloshing fullness quickly triggering the exact same ominous churning in her lower abdomen. She let out a desperate, muffled whimper around her bottle, her mittened hands twitching uselessly against the lap bar as her body betrayed her. Chi-Chi’s furious kicking sputtered into a stiff, frozen shock. Her face flushed a deep, burning crimson as the powerful laxatives took effect, forcing a loud, wet mess directly into her purple padding. She squeezed her eyes shut in absolute mortification, tears leaking past her eyelashes as her pride as a martial artist and matriarch was obliterated in a single instant. Beside her, Videl slumped completely into her high chair harness. The heavy, bloated pressure in her distended belly was too much to fight, and within seconds, her yellow diaper was compromised as well. She sobbed quietly into her bottle, completely crushed by the sheer humiliation of the nursery's relentless, automated conditioning. 18’s anger boiled over into furious, helpless tears as the mechanical arm squeezed the last few drops of milk into her mouth. Trapped flat on her extra-cushioned seat, she felt the unmistakable, heavy sensation fill the base of her ten-layer diaper fortress. The sheer bulk of plastic and fluff absorbed everything instantly, leaving her encased in a thick, warm, immovable mound of padding. "My, my! What big, hungry babies!" the Nursery's overhead speakers cooed with sickeningly sweet satisfaction as the empty bottles were retracted into the ceiling. "Mommy is so proud of you all for clearing your plates! Now we can have a nice, long rest while we wait for messy diaper changes." Four mechanical arms descended, popping the locked pacifiers right back into their mouths to seal their muffled protests. Bound tightly in their alloy high chairs, their bellies tight and their diapers heavily soiled, the four women were left sitting in silent, inescapable humiliation as the nursery's automated clock slowly ticked away the first day of their month-long containment. Android 18 seemed to be the only one still motivated to escape. She struggled and screamed into her pacifier, her anger made worse by the horrendous smell that filled her nostrils. Once she was out, she'd blast this whole nursery to Kingdom Come. She kept struggling until the arms freed 18 from her chair and brought her to the changing table, with 18 defiantly but helplessly flailing her limbs around as she was set down on the table. The mechanical arms paid no mind to 18's thrashing, handling her with the cold, unyielding precision of an industrial assembly line. Being set down flat on the padded table only highlighted how ridiculously immobile she was; the towering, ten-layer mound of soiled padding between her legs kept her hips propped up at an awkward, helpless angle, completely robbing her of any footwork or leverage. "My goodness, such a noisy, squirmy little girl!" the Nursery's overhead voice tutted, dripping with insufferable, automated condescension. "Messy diapers are no excuse for a temper tantrum. Time to get my big baby all squeaky clean." 18 let out a muffled, feral snarl through her locked pacifier, her sapphire eyes burning with absolute hatred as she fired up every ounce of her internal cybernetic power. Her aura flared beneath her skin, but before she could channel it into a blast, two heavy padded clamps snapped down over her shoulders, pinning her upper body flat against the table. With swift, mechanical efficiency, the automated arms unfastened the long strips of tape holding the outer layers together. CRIP... CRACKLE... SNAP. The loud, crisp sound of plastic peeling away filled the room, instantly unleashing the overwhelming, sharp stench of the laxative-laced mess. 18 squeezed her eyes shut, her face burning a deep, humiliated red as layer after layer of thick, heavy fluff was unpeeled, wiped away, and discarded into an industrial disposal chute beneath the table. Beside the table, Bulma, Chi-Chi, and Videl sat locked in their high chairs, listening to the relentless crinkle-snap of 18's changing process. Even through their own tears and pacifiers, the sight of the legendary, cold-hearted Android 18 pinned down and subjected to a full, multi-layered diaper service was a horrifying reminder of just how trapped they all were. "All clean! Now let's make sure my big girl stays extra safe and comfortable for naptime," the voice chimed cheerfully. 18 opened her eyes just in time to see a fresh, massive stack of crisp, thick white diapers being retrieved from the vault overhead. Tape. Snap. Crinkle. Without missing a beat, the machine began wrapping layer upon layer back around her waist, locking her hips right back into place with fresh, pristine fluff. Ten layers deep once again, her legs were propped high into the air, and her ability to move was completely neutralized before the clamps finally released her shoulder straps. Effortlessly scooping up the immensly padded, furious android, the mechanical arms carried her right back toward the high chairs, ready to repeat the exact same changing routine on the next weeping, diapered adult in line. Android 18 was taken past the high chairs and set in the playpen where a TV came down and brought up a standby image, with text reading that story time would begin once everyone was changed, much to 18's chagrin. Meanwhile, Videl was picked up and carried to the changing table. She laid there utterly defeated and humiliated. Even if the nursery was being truthful about letting them go in a month, it would take weeks for Videl to work the laxatives out of her system, which she assumed would be part of every meal for the rest of the month. Videl just whimpered sadly, staring up at the mechanical arms overhead. The mechanical arms went to work on Videl with the same cold, rhythmic efficiency, completely unbothered by her quiet sniffling. CRIP... CRACKLE... SNAP. The loud peeling of the plastic tapes echoed through the nursery, followed by the warm, damp sensation of lavender-scented baby wipes thoroughly cleaning her skin. Videl squeezed her eyes shut, hot tears leaking past her eyelashes and soaking into the edges of her yellow bonnet. The thought of enduring thirty more days of forced feedings, laxatives, and infant routine was a crushing weight. Even if Gohan somehow tracked them down before the month was up, the sheer mental toll of being treated like a helpless baby for weeks on end threatened to erode her dignity completely. Within moments, a fresh, thick yellow diaper was taped securely around her waist, pulled tight enough to crinkle loudly with every slight twitch of her legs. Her yellow bib was replaced with a clean one, her pacifier checked, and without a second's delay, she was lifted off the table and carried over to the playpen, deposited right onto a soft pile of oversized pillows. In the playpen, Android 18 sat propped up against the padded wall, her ten stacked layers of fresh diapers forcing her legs out in front of her like a plush doll's. Her new, jagged bowl cut hung over her eyes as she glared daggers at the hovering flat-screen TV overhead, her hands locked inside her black mittens. Videl crawled a few inches closer to 18, letting out a small, defeated sigh around her pacifier as she rested her head against a throw pillow. Back at the changing station, the arms were already making quick work of Chi-Chi and Bulma. Chi-Chi’s muffled, indignant protests were promptly silenced as she was wiped down, freshly diapered in purple, and set into the playpen next to Videl. Finally, a sobbing Bulma—her single remaining lock of blue hair dangling pitifully over her forehead—was dropped beside them in a fresh pink diaper, clutching her plush Dragon Ball like a lifeline. The moment all four women were settled on the mat, a bright, cheerful chime rang out from the overhead speakers. *CARETAKER PROTOCOL: ALL TODDLERS CLEAN AND SECURED.* *INITIATING STORYTIME ROUTINE.* The standby image on the TV screen flickered away, replaced by vibrant, bouncing cartoon animations accompanied by a slow, hypnotic voice reading a story about a little girl who learned that listening to Mommy was the best rule of all. Bound, padded, and completely at the mercy of Capsule Corp's runaway automation, the four fighters sat together in the playpen, forced to watch the screen as the first afternoon of their month-long sentence stretched endlessly ahead of them. By the time the story was over, the four were emotionally exhausted, and physically during the adrenaline caused by the Nanny's physical destruction. Bulma, desperate for a way out, hugged her DragonBall, wishing for her adulthood back. Chi-Chi was throwing a tantrum on the floor. She wasn't a baby! She was a mother and grandmother! How could this stupid machine think she liked this?! Videl was half asleep, hugging the teddy bear. She just wanted the month to be over with. Android 18 would have flipped off the nursery if her hands weren't stuck in mittens. She couldn't believe what she had been reduced to. Her hair didn't grow back! She'd be stuck with short hair for the rest of her life. Chi-Chi moved to try and escape, crawling towards the edge of the playpen and trying to go over it when the arms picked her up and held her down before spanking her for a few minutes. Chi-Chi struggled and cried behind her pacifier as the spanking continued while the others just watched sadly. Chi-Chi just reiterated how trapped they were before she was lifted up along with the rest of them. "Next time, your diadee comes off, Chi-Chi." The nursery warned. "In the meantime, it's time for bed." The mechanical arms worked with terrifying, synchronized speed, scooping all four women out of the playpen at once. Chi-Chi sobbed hysterically into her purple pacifier, her face burning with deep, unforgivable humiliation as she clung tightly to her giant teddy bear. The sting of the punishment, combined with the cold warning of having her diaper removed, completely broke whatever martial artist spirit she had left. She was carried through the air like a fussing toddler, thoroughly defeated. Beside her, Bulma curled into a tight ball as she was lifted, her mittened hands clutching the plush Dragon Ball against her chest. The reality had set in: there were no wishes, no hacks, and no clever inventions that could save her from her own automated safety protocols. Trapped with her absurd single lock of hair, she was completely at the mercy of the machine's strict schedule. Videl didn't even fight as her high chair harness was transferred to a crib. She let her head sink deep into the plush pillow, her eyes heavy and glazed. The adrenaline was gone, replaced by a dull, aching fatigue in her bloated belly. She sucked weakly on her yellow pacifier, mentally counting down the days, hours, and minutes until the month-long sentence finally expired. 18 was lowered into a large, heavy-duty wooden crib built specifically to accommodate her massive, ten-layer mound of padding. Her legs hovered uselessly above the mattress as she was laid flat on her back, the sheer bulk of fluff completely encasing her lower body. She glared up at the ceiling, her sapphire eyes burning through her new, jagged bowl cut. She swore to herself that the exact second that automated text reached Panchy and the month was up, she would obliterate every single circuit board in Capsule Corp. The mechanical arms pulled thick, fleece blankets over all four of them, tucking the edges tightly around their shoulders so they couldn't squirm free. "Sleep tight, my sweet, quiet little girls," the Nursery's voice chimed in a soft, low, condescending purr as the main lights dimmed to a pale, starry blue. "Mommy will be right here watching over you all night." The heavy nursery door locked with a sharp, pneumatic hiss. Suspended in their cribs—padded, pacified, and thoroughly stripped of their adult dignity—the four women lay in the quiet darkness, left with nothing to do but wait for morning to bring the next round of bottles. To be continued...

Did you have a visible diaper bulge, and I mean very visible? The only reason someone would think its weird or childish is because you are a boy.  If you were a girl they would think you're cute. 

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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