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Seconded. I was self-humiliated by my diapers and even afraid of being caught or exposed. And when it finally did happen, life kept going on as normal.  I can also say there is soooo mich worse than not being able to spot peeing in a diaper. Like not being able to pee at all. That will literally kill you. And again, I should know because I did die from the complications of not being able to pee. Though I am better now.

Looking for friends in SC that is *not* interested in ṣ̌êx̌.  I am a 27 year female that enjoys wetting my diaper and strive to do so uncontrollably.  I am not interested in the 'adult R actions' of being with someone.  Open to 'daddy' type ideas Privacy is important to me

Here's a story I'm writing with my friend, Daymare. Here's a link to their page. Check out their stories. They're great writers. https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/profile/107914-daymare/ 😏🙂🤨😴😐 "Welcome to Stork Industries." Washu said to Kiyone and Mihoshi as they stood there in white t-shirts, overalls, and caps. "Where couples unable to conceive send me DNA samples, and I send them a baby in my special stork drones." "Wow!" Mihoshi said with a smile. "What a nice thing to do, Washu." "What are we supposed to do?" Kiyone asked as she looked at the various green conveyor belts with blue rollers. "Kiyone, you handle customer questions and complaints." Washu said. "Mihoshi check the address that the baby is attached to so that they go to the right place." Mihoshi saluted confidently while Kiyone groaned. Kiyone sat at a desk filled with various phones from various planetary cultures. Kiyone sighed and put herself into the mindset she assumed when she and Mihoshi worked in fast food and waited for one of the phones to ring. Suddenly, one of the phones rang, and Kiyone quickly picked it up. "Good morning." Kiyone said in a friendly manner. "This is Stork Industries' customer service department. How can I help you? Oh, yes, madam. Let me check." Kiyone looked at a readout of ID bracelets, which held both the address the child was to be sent to and a tracking chip to see where they were. She looked and saw that it was still in Washu's lab where Stork Industries operated from. Kiyone looked out and saw Mihoshi holding a Vulcan baby and gently setting him on the proper belt before it carried him off. "Yes, madam." Kiyone answered. "Your baby's on the way. He should be there in a few hours. Thank you for calling." Kiyone hung up and sighed. She did pretty good, and thankfully, since Mihoshi only had to deal with one baby at a time, she wasn't getting overwhelmed. Maybe her luck was finally beginning to turn. Mihoshi, meanwhile, was cooing at a Zeltron baby, having pink skin and blue hair before setting her on the belt for the Bendu Galaxy. Mihoshi was having the time of her life. She got to coo over little babies and send them off to loving homes. Outside of her career as a Galaxy Policewoman, this was an ideal job for her. She then repeated the process with an adorable Wookiee baby who cooed at her, sounding like an adorable puppy. Kiyone continued answering calls for the next couple of hours when she got a call from an unknown planet and answered the phone. Taking a few quick breaths, she smiled and prepared for something weird. "Stork Industries." Kiyone began. "How can I help you?" "I was wondering if you delivered to single parents?" The drawling voice of a woman asked. "I'm afraid I'll have to transfer you to my supervisor, Washu." Kiyone said before transferring the call. Washu's phone rang, and she answered it. She was very excited about her new business. She was feeling like a true innovator and was ready to test her skills. "Hello?" Washu asked. "This is Washu Hakubi. How can I help you?" "My name is Katja Leonsidas from the planet of Gigante Fellini." The woman said. "Could you provide me with a baby if I don't have access to sperm?" "Maybe." Washu said as a smile crossed her face. The people of Gigante Fellini were giant-sized cat people, as the name implied. Their long lives and low birthrates led to maternally frustrated people with DNA that was difficult to work with, especially without a sperm sample, but their infants were the size of humans. This gave her an idea crazy enough to work. "I'll see what I can do, ma'am." Washu said with a smirk. Washu walked over to a large device that was filled with glowing liquid. Out of an opening that led directly to the start of the belt, babies from all over the universe came out. After checking her laptop, Washu saw that the que had almost been finished and watched that few babies come out of the belt. One was a Cathar baby sitting there and purring. Another was a Saiyan baby who stood there burping rudely, which tickled Washu's funny bone. Finally the last baby was a Romulan who was crying her eyes out. She was only three and a half seconds old, you know. With the cue finished, Washu brought out a giant egg the size of one of the babies, in truth a drone to help Ryoko and Ayeka practice caring for babies on, since they clearly needed the help judging by their difficulties with Tayo, and set it on the belt. From there, all Washu had to do was sit back and watch the fireworks. The first few stops on the belt dealt with glitches in the conception methods. Sometimes, hardened embryonic slime attached to the babies like clothes, and if the machine detected it, the belt would stop, and the slime would be removed before being converted into fuel for the various conveyor belts. However, none of the children had the slime, so they passed through that section easily. The Cathar and Saiyan babies passed by, giggling at the sight. The Romulan baby kept crying, and the egg was untouched by the slime removal station. The next stop dealt with removing any unnecessary hair. As such, the Cathar and Saiyan babies passed through the section without incident since as a Cathar, the baby had a fine fur all over her body, and Saiyan hair didn't change from the minute they were born. But, when the Romulan baby was created, he had a thick mop of black hair. At that point, yellow mechanical arms with pink joints and white gloves on their hands grabbed the baby and set her down on a barber chair where she was strapped in. Mechanical arms like the ones in the chair then came out and shaved off all of the Romulan's hair with a special electric razor Washu made that could sheer off hair, down to the scalp in two or three swipes. The Romulan baby was set back down on the belt as it moved forward, with the Romulan still bawling her eyes out. The egg passed through without incident since the machine registered it as being bald. The third station dealt with teeth that had grown in due to overdoses in calcium. The Cathar baby had such an issue. Normally, the feline humanoids grew in their teeth like human babies, but the Cathar baby had two fangs in her mouth. When she arrived, a special pacifier was put into the baby's mouth. As she sucked on it, the solution dissolved her teeth painlessly. Once the fangs were gone, the pacifier was removed, and the belt continued. The Saiyan baby and the Romulan baby were allowed past too since they didn't have any teeth. The egg also passed through since it lacked a mouth. By this point, the belt dealt with every baby equally, including the first *real* stop on the conveyor belt. A robotic duplicate of Ayeka stood there with the same arms as the previous station. Its function was to lightly spank the babies to ensure that their airways weren't blocked. If they were, an alarm would sound, and Washu would immediately provide emergency medical attention for the baby. Thankfully, none of the three did such a thing. The Cathar baby was held down by one hand as the automatic Ayeka spanked her with the other, making her whine and cry despite only being struck twice. The Saiyan baby fought tooth and nail to escape, but Washu had designed the belt to withstand a struggling Ryoko if it had to, so a thirty second old Saiyan wasn't going to get out from under Automatic Ayeka's hold. When the Saiyan baby received his two spanks, instead of crying, he screamed in frustration about being pinned down. Eventually, the Saiyan baby was sent forward after the Automatic Ayeka glanced at Washu, who gave the robot a thumbs up. With the Romulan baby already crying, the Automatic Ayeka awkwardly patted her butt since his airways were perfectly clear, and she was sent off. The egg was patted at the bottom, and a mechanized crying emanated from an unseen speaker, satisfying Automatic Ayeka's function, and the belt continued to carry the babies forward. The next station was for cleaning the babies, utilizing a special concoction she developed at the Royal Science Academy. It cleaned the babies and moisturized their skin to the point where they'd actually stay in their prime much longer than normal. To get the concoction on the babies, a robot version of Ryoko had special gloves coated in the solution. As such, when the Cathar baby arrived, Robot Ryoko picked her up and gently rubbed her hands over the baby's head and arms before carefully rubbing the cleaning gloves over her legs, butt, and groin, being careful not to penetrate the newborn's vaginal hole. Next, the gloves were rubbed over the Cathar baby's chest before she was set back down on the belt, and Robot Ryoko cleaned the Cathar baby's stomach by tickling it. "Coochie-coochie-coo!" Robot Ryoko cooed in a mechanized version of Ryoko's voice, and the baby Cathar giggled. "Coochie-coochie-coochie!" She was moved forward as the Saiyan baby arrived. Robot Ryoko repeated the process, cleaning his penis as gently as the Cathar baby's vagina, and quickly stroking the baby Saiyan's tail once or twice. However, like before, the Saiyan baby squealed with laughter over his ticklish stomach cleaning before he was sent off. When the Romulan baby arrived, still crying, Robot Ryoko played soothing lullabies from the speaker she had for a mouth which slowly but surely calmed the poor girl down. Once that was done, Robot Ryoko set the baby Romulan down and tickled her stomach, making her giggle happily before she was sent off, as happy and cheerful as the two babies ahead of her. The egg was the easiest, with the solution rubbed over it before Robot Ryoko tickled it, creating synthetic laughter before it was sent off like the rest. At the next station was a robot resembling Funaho was holding a tin of baby powder and a powder puff. The mechanical Funaho began patting the powder puff in the baby powder, and once the Cathar baby stopped in front of her station, the mechanical Funaho patted the baby Cathar's groin and stomach, making her giggle at the sensation. The mechanical Funaho then set the tin down and picked the baby up before setting her down on her stomach. The mechanical Funaho then powdered the baby Cathar's butt before she was moved forward. The same process was repeated with the Saiyan baby until he was turned onto his stomach. With the tail in the way, the mechanical Funaho simply held it in place before patting the baby Saiyan's butt with baby powder. By the time the Romulan baby arrived, she got the same as the Cathar baby, giggling all the while for a change. When the egg arrived, it was powdered like everyone before it was, even being turned over and being powdered on the other side. With that, the next station awaited the three babies and faux egg. As the Cathar baby approached a black rolling pin in front of the next station, another mechanical Funaho set down a very large white cloth diaper down. When the Cathar baby's head gently hit the rolling pin, she was flipped onto her back with her butt perfectly landing on the diaper. The robotic Funaho then expertly folded the diaper around the baby Cathar three times before she put a safety pin on each side of her waist to secure her knew soft, absorbent, and reusable diaper. The baby Cathar then giggled and looked at her new diaper. Once the Cathar baby was moved forward, the robotic Funaho set down a new cloth diaper down just as the Saiyan baby was flipped into it. The diaper was folded and secured as easily as before, but the baby Saiyan began crying from discomfort. The robotic Funaho quickly moved the baby Saiyan to his stomach and used a pair of scissors to cut a hole in the diaper before pulling his tail through the hole. The Saiyan baby immediately calmed down before being moved onto his back before he was carried forward, giggling like before. The robotic Funaho then set down another diaper for the Romulan baby as she flipped over into it, giggling and kicking her legs as the diaper was wrapped around her pelvis and secured with safety pins without incident. The baby Romulan was then carried forward by the belt as the robotic Funaho set down another diaper that the egg flipped onto. Being just an egg, the robotic Funaho wrapped the diaper around it like a bag lunch and tied the corners into a knot, snugly secured around the egg before the egg was moved forward. Washu chuckled at the adaptability of her brilliant invention. She cracked her knuckles, getting ready to build Mihoshi's replacement. The next station was for feeding the baby with a special baby formula that caused the baby to develop a healthy lair of baby fat. It had a mechanical Sasami holding a baby bottle with a hose connecting it to a cannister that held five gallons of the special milk. The Cathar baby came forward, and the synthetic Sasami put the nipple to the baby Cathar's mouth. She opened it and drank down the five gallons eagerly. With that, her stomach bloated up along with her arms and legs, looking like a happy, healthy baby. The nipple was taken out of the baby Cathar's mouth, and she purred contentedly. After the Cathar baby was moved to the next station, the tank filled up just in time for the Saiyan baby to arrive. He eagerly drank down the five gallons of milk. Once the nipple was taken out, the baby Saiyan cried angrily, wanting more milk. Just then, Synthetic Sasami's chest opens, and a third arm came out of her chest, waving a rattle shaped like Ryo-Ohki in the baby Saiyan's face. He quickly cheered up at the smiling cat face and the waving bunny ears. During this, Synthetic Sasami scanned the Saiyan child and determined the stronger than average baby would need the more potent baby formula that creatures with higher metabolisms needed to be healthy. With a digital signal, the robot switched up the formula before it flowed through the hose and filled the bottle. Once that was done, the third arm returned to Synthetic Sasami's chest, and the Saiyan baby was fed the new milk. This led to the Saiyan baby giggling with a full stomach as he was moved forward. The Romulan baby arrived just as promptly as the first two and gladly drunk down the milk and getting adorably pudgy. She was then sent forward as she sighed in contentment. When the egg arrived, however, the milk sprayed all over it, thankfully without any negative results. However, that did mean that Washu's invention did need tuning up, but she'd worry about that after the final delivery. The next station had a mechanical version of Misaki to burp the babies and provide them with their ID tags that Mihoshi had been using to know where to send them. As the Cathar baby arrived, the mechanical Misaki picked her up, held her over her padded shoulder and patted her lower back until she burped loudly. Mechanical Misaki set the baby Cathar down and tickled her stomach, making her giggle while Mechanical Misaki used her free arm to wrap the baby Cathar's ID tag around her wrist. The baby Cathar was carried off as the mechanical Misaki waved goodbye. "Bye-bye, little kitty." Mechanical Misaki said in a sweet, mechanized version of Misaki's voice. The Saiyan baby arrived next, and Mechanical Misaki picked him up, unlike the baby Cathar, the Saiyan baby was full of energy from the milk and playfully tried to escape, but the mechanical Misaki was almost as strong as the real one, so within a few moments, the Saiyan baby was held over Mechanical Misaki's shoulder, and she patted his back until he burped. Mechanical Misaki then set him down and put his ID tag on before he was sent off, and she waved goodbye again. "Bye-bye you mischievous little monkey." Mechanical Misaki said sweetly. The mechanical Misaki then continued the pattern when the Romulan baby arrived. Mechanical Misaki picked the baby Romulan up and patted her back until she burped exactly like the other two. She was then set down before Mechanical Misaki put her ID tag around her wrist. The Romulan baby was then sent forward as Mechanical Misaki waved goodbye. "Bye-bye, little princess." Misaki said sweetly. The egg came last, and, believing it to be a baby like the rest of the robots stationed on the line, Mechanical Misaki picked the egg up and patted its back until it released a synthetic burp. Satisfied, Mechanical Misaki set the egg down and tried to attach an ID tag, but without a wrist, the tag fell uselessly onto the belt and fell off as the belt began moving again. "Bye-bye!" Mechanical Misaki said for the last time, waving at the egg. Mihoshi took a rare few minutes to stretch her arms before a Cathar baby girl approached her station. Mihoshi looked her over and tied a pink bonnet onto her head and a matching bib. It wasn't technically part of her job. Mihoshi just wanted the babies to look as cute as possible. She then checked the baby Cathar's ID tag. "Taris." Mihoshi said before putting the baby Cathar on the Bendu Galaxy conveyor belt, which broke off into respective rims that someone further along handled. Mihoshi then saw the Saiyan baby. The hair made putting a bonnet on him impossible, so Mihoshi just tied an orange bib around his neck and put blue mittens on his hands and blue booties on his feet. This was much more difficult than it sounded since the baby Saiyan fought her every step of the way. Eventually, once the baby was dressed, Mihoshi sighed and checked the baby Saiyan's ID tag. "Planet Plant." Mihoshi said with a sigh. She picked the Saiyan baby up and tried to remember which quadrant of the Milky Way Planet Plant was in. Eventually, she remembered that it was the Beta Quadrant and put the baby Saiyan on the belt groaning from the blows the Saiyan baby landed on her... Everywhere. Thankfully, the Romulan baby arrived and was much more accommodating as Mihoshi put a pink bonnet on her head with matching booties and mittens and finished it off with a pink bib around her neck. Mihoshi sighed with relief, wiping some sweat from her bruised forehead while the Romulan baby observed her calmly, sucking on her mitten covered thumb. Mihoshi gently lowered the baby Romulan's arm and checked her ID tag. "Romulus." Mihoshi said, putting the baby on the Beta Quadrant conveyor belt and panting. Before she could take a much needed breather, an egg came to her station with a diaper wrapped around it like a sack. Mihoshi looked for an ID tag but couldn't find one. All that was there was the egg in its diaper. Unsure of what to do, Mihoshi did the only thing she could do. "Kiyone!" Mihoshi called out from her position next to the conveyor belt. "Yeah, what is it? Kiyone called out to her partner. "What do we do with this?" Mihoshi asked, holding up the egg in both of her hands. "Beats me." Kiyone responded, looking at the egg as it shined from the overhead lights from above. "Well we can't just leave it here." Mihoshi argued. "What if some poor Namekian father is left wondering about the fate of his son?" "Mihoshi," Kiyone said with a groan. "Namekians reproduce asexually. They don't need this device." "Oh." Mihoshi replied. "Well what about some poor bird woman who's patiently waiting for her baby?" "Look, do you have an idea, Mihoshi?" Kiyone asked skeptically. "Well, one of us could sit on it." Mihoshi suggested. "Then we'd know the poor thing's species." "Good idea." Kiyone said. "Get on that." "Me?" Mihoshi asked, her legs shaking from exhaustion and her bruises still aching. "Yeah." Kiyone said. "It'll be fine. You can rest while sitting on the egg waiting for it to hatch." "But what if another baby arrives?" Mihoshi asked. "You’re sitting down anyway. Why can't it be you?" "This is the first peace and quiet I've got all morning!" Kiyone shouted. "I'm not worrying about some egg!!" "Stop shouting!" Mihoshi argued. "You'll scare Junior!" "Junior?" Kiyone asked in shock. "Who's Junior?" "Well if none of us are able to find their home, we'll have to keep them." "We cannot afford a baby!" Kiyone shouted. "Much less one that belongs to someone else! That's kidnapping!" "Well what are we supposed to do?!" Mihoshi asked. "Let’s just check the computer at the start of the belt." Kiyone said with an exasperated sigh. "Then we can figure out where this egg goes." The two walked off with Mihoshi holding Junior close to her body. She patted what she hoped was their back, hoping to find the poor thing's home. Kiyone looked at the scene and rolled her eyes at Mihoshi playing mother. When they arrived at the start of the belt, Kiyone checked the computer that fed information to the rest of the belt, including information on which baby to gestate next. She looked through the list only to find no egg laying sapients had used Stork Industries. Furthermore, there weren't any gestation commands following the creation of the Romulan baby. "Weird." Kiyone said as she rubbed her chin. "There’s nothing in here to suggest that this egg even came from this place." "Oh, poor Junior's been abandoned." Mihoshi said, stroking the egg maternally. "Don’t worry. Mommy's going to take good care of you." "Mihoshi, will you cut it out?!!" Kiyone shouted. "The only one who could have left it there was Washu! She's clearly trying to prank--" At that moment, the egg began crying. Kiyone rolled her eyes. Now she knew what was up. It was a dumb invention that simulated a baby for expecting parents. Mihoshi, however, soothed and comforted the baby. "It’s okay, Junior." Mihoshi cooed. "Mommy's gonna talk with Aunt Kiyone." Mihoshi then set Junior down and turned towards Kiyone. She couldn't believe her friend could be so insensitive! Even if Junior wasn't a real baby, they clearly had real feelings. "Kiyone, you apologize to Junior right now." Mihoshi said calmly but sternly. "I am not apologizing to a training dummy!" Kiyone argued. "Washu clearly put it on the belt to prank us!" "You still hurt their feelings!" Mihoshi said defiantly. "It doesn't have feelings!" Kiyone yelled. "It’s a machine!" Angered by her best friend saying that, Mihoshi shoved Kiyone. Kiyone, annoyed by how far Mihoshi was taking this shoved her back. With that the two began fighting until they slammed into the conveyor belt as it carried them away, causing them to end up on top of it. It took a few minutes of fighting to realize that they were on the conveyor belt. Looking up, they saw the gaggle of robots and mechanical arms that would send them off to be babied for who knew how long? They tried to get up and run off the belt, but Mihoshi, already disoriented from the fighting, tripped and crashed onto Kiyone. The two were then sped into the first station as both of their hats fell off. Mihoshi arrived at the first stop on the belt, too disoriented to realize that she was being lifted into the air, and her clothes were being ripped off of her until she was down to her underwear. Mihoshi shook her head after a minute and saw the yellow arms with pink joints and white gloves reach for her panties. She tried to free herself, but the grip of the arms was too great. Her panties were ripped off and her bra was yanked off shortly after, making Mihoshi gasp in shock. She then saw the arms deposit the clothes into the auxiliary fuel line. "No, wait!" Mihoshi cried out in distress. "Those are part of my uniform! I'll be in big trouble with Washu when she learns it was destroyed!" Unlistening, the belt dropped the tearful Mihoshi on the belt before it began moving again. She was devastated. She was only trying to be a good mother to Junior, and now she was about to be turned into someone else's baby. She began weeping over the situation, and the fact that without her clothes, she was very cold. Kiyone, seeing what was happening to Mihoshi tried to crawl off the belt, too dizzy from the fight and the fall to stand up, but one of the arms seized her leg and held her in place as she arrived at the first station. As the arms grabbed Kiyone, she fought much harder than Mihoshi, but it made no difference. The arms tore off Kiyone's overalls and white t-shirt with ease in spite of Kiyone's struggling. "Hey!!" Kiyone said angrily. "I have to pay for that, you know?! Let me go, you dumb conveyor belt!! It's all Washu's fault!!!" It did no good. Kiyone's bra and panties were ripped off next, and she saw all her clothes get tossed down into the fuel line. Kiyone was livid and started screaming at the top of her lungs trying to free herself, but she was simply set down and carried off to the next section, where she got distracted by the sound of Mihoshi's crying. Mihoshi arrived at the next station, the mechanical arms grabbed her and set her down in the barber chair and was strapped in. The mechanical arms in the chair came out with scissors and an electric razor. First, Mihoshi's ponytail was cut off, making her nervousness increase. Next, her hair was pulled up by the arms and pulled into a new ponytail that was only about three inches high with jagged edges. Next the electric razor was used to shear off all the hair on the sides and back of Mihoshi's head, leaving her with only the hair on the very top of her head and her ponytail. When the arms set her back on the belt, Mihoshi began crying completely. "My hair!" Mihoshi sobbed. "You... You cut off most of my h-hair!!" "You’re too little for long hair, sweetie." A mechanized, maternal voice said. "N-no I'm n-n-not!!!" Mihoshi wailed as she was moved forward. Kiyone saw the whole thing and tried to back away again as the belt started moving again, but the arms grabbed her and put her in the barber chair almost before Mihoshi was sent on to the next station. She was strapped in by her neck and wrists, but Kiyone kicked her legs as hard as she could. However, the arms were undaunted and approached her with the scissors and electric razors. "Don’t you dare touch my hair!" Kiyone said angrily. She didn't consider herself vain, but she be damned if she ended up with a babyish haircut right out of a cartoon. Almost before she got the sentence out, the scissors cut Kiyone's hair down to the length of a boy's. Next, the electric razor was used to shave off all of Kiyone's hair except for one lock that was on the crown of her head. A mechanical arm then extended out one of its fingers and twirled Kiyone's lock and pulled until it curled upwards. Kiyone was set down, and she screamed bloody murder, stomping her hands and feet on the conveyor belt, but it made no difference as the belt carried her forwards. She was damned. Mihoshi, still wailing, arrived at the next station. With Mihoshi crying, it was easy to shove the special pacifier into her mouth. Taking a few sucks due to her crying, Mihoshi tasted the solution that would dissolve her teeth, though she didn't know it yet. It tasted like extremely sweet soda. Loving the taste, Mihoshi sucked on the pacifier eagerly, kicking her legs. After a few minutes, the pacifier was removed, and Mihoshi's mouth felt weird. There was a numb sensation in it, and it was abnormally moist. Rolling her tongue along her mouth, with difficulty, Mihoshi realized that each and every one of her teeth was missing. "My teef!!!" Mihoshi wailed, finding it difficult to talk thanks to a numbing agent in the solution. "Why'd you take my teef?!" "Because babies don't need teeth, sweetie." The maternal voice said. "But I'm not a baby!" Mihoshi cried as the belt carried her forward. "Pwease wet me go!!" Kiyone, having heard Mihoshi's cries and wails, kept her mouth closed when she arrived at the de-teething station. The arms held the special pacifier to Kiyone's face, but she kept her mouth closed tight. However, another mechanical arm held her nose closed. Unable to breathe, Kiyone had to open her mouth for a breath of air, allowing the arms to shove the pacifier into her mouth. Following that, the hands grabbed Kiyone's cheeks and moved them in and out, forcing Kiyone to suck on her pacifier until the soda-like concoction dissolved all of her teeth, despite her heavily muffled protests. Finally, the pacifier was removed, and Kiyone quickly realized that her teeth were gone. "My teef!!" Kiyone shouted in alarm, her mouth as numb as Mihoshi's. "You can't do fis! Wet me go wight now!!!" However, Kiyone was just moved forward. In the span of a few minutes, she was stripped naked, shaved nearly bald and lost her teeth! If she saw Washu again, she'd kill her for this little prank! Mihoshi then arrived at the automated Ayeka, still crying. Mihoshi's wailing convinced Automated Ayeka that her airways were fine, so she just gently patted her butt as she moved forward. Mihoshi was so terrified and miserable that she didn't even realize that she had passed a robotic doppelganger of Ayeka. She dried her eyes, desperate to leave this massive misunderstanding. Kiyone, seeing what Mihoshi went through, realized that she could simply jump off due to the automated Ayeka's gentle touch. As she arrived at the belt, Kiyone tried to leap off of the side, but the arm Automated Ayeka quickly grabbed her and held her in place with both arms as one arm emerged from the back holding a wooden paddle. The paddle was then slammed down on Kiyone's bare butt, making her scream. "Naughty baby!" Automated Ayeka scolded in a mechanized version of Ayeka's voice. "Mustn't try to run away. Now Nanny Ayeka has to make sure you learn your lesson!" Kiyone cried, screamed and fought with all her might against Automated Ayeka, but her grip was too strong. Every spank hit harder and harder, turning Kiyone's screaming more and more into crying. After ten minutes, Kiyone was crying as badly as Mihoshi had been. With that, Automated Ayeka patted Kiyone's head. "There, there, little baby." Automated Ayeka said. "It’s all right." "I'm not a baby." Kiyone whimpered weakly. "I'm a Gawaxy Powicewoman. I don't bewong hewe." Ignoring her comments as whining, the belt took off. Kiyone continued crying softly as her butt hurt so bad that it was hard to move. She didn't even care about confronting Washu anymore. She just wanted off this damned belt. When Mihoshi arrived in front of the robotic Ryoko, she was still crying. As such, Robot Ryoko played soothing lullabies from her mouth that calmed Mihoshi down a little. Robot Ryoko then rubbed her moisturizing cleaning solution on Mihoshi's head, back, and arms, making Mihoshi giggle a little as her armpits were cleaned. As her butt, groin, and legs were cleaned, curiosity got the best of Mihoshi, and she liked the solution around her lips as it tasted like flat soda, unaware that while the solution wasn't toxic, it could leave your mouth numb for months. Once Mihoshi's feet were clean, making Mihoshi laugh again, she was set back down on the belt, lying on her back. Robot Ryoko then began cleaning Mihoshi's tummy, purposefully tickling her this time as Mihoshi kicked her legs as she giggled. "Coochie-coochie-coo!" Robot Ryoko cooed as she finished up with Mihoshi's stomach. "Coochie-coochie-coochie..." Robot Ryoko tickled Mihoshi a bit longer than she should have, but Mihoshi was having a ball. She kicked her legs and waved her arms before she remembered what was happening. This might be her only chance to get herself and Kiyone out of here. "Wait!" Mihoshi said quickly. "Me and Kiyone no babies. We big girls. Pwease wet us off, so we can wowk." "Aw..." Robot Ryoko cooed as the belt began to carry Mihoshi away. "What an imaginative little girl. You don't have a job sweetie. You're only thirty seconds old, and your little sister's only twenty-four seconds old." Before Mihoshi could correct the robotic Ryoko, the belt carried her off. Mihoshi hoped Washu could save them, or at least that she'd keep an eye on Junior. They had no one else, after all. Kiyone was brought to the robotic Ryoko next, and after her spanking from the automated Ayeka, she didn’t fight it. Kiyone's body was cleaned as throughly as Mihoshi's and the other babies', but Kiyone knew not to lick her lips, not trusting the solution she had been coated in. Then Kiyone was set down on the belt on her back as Robot Ryoko began tickling her stomach, which she didn't like. "Coochie-coochie-coo." Robot Ryoko cooed as she tickled Kiyone's stomach. "Haha." Kiyone chuckled, almost against her will. "P-pwease stop. Heehee." "Aw..." Robot Ryoko cooed. "We've got a grumpy baby. Better get a few extra hands on board." Just like the automated Ayeka, extra arms sprang from Ryoko's back. Two arms tickled Kiyone's armpits while a third played this little piggy with Kiyone's toes, tickling her feet every time it finished. Being attacked from all sides, Kiyone began laughing, her continued crying shown only by the tears in her eyes. After that, the belt carried Kiyone forward as she involuntarily continued her confused mixture of laughing and crying. Mihoshi arrived at the powdering station next where the mechanical Funaho had been patting the powder puff in the baby powder for a few minutes before patting Mihoshi's groin and stomach, applying baby powder and making Mihoshi laugh and sneeze from the sensations the powder caused on her skin and the inside of her nose. The mechanical Funaho then set the powder down and picked Mihoshi up before setting her down on her stomach and patting her butt with the baby powder. Mihoshi was so exhausted from all the crying, laughing, and manhandling that she just laid there without any kind of protest. Kiyone came up next, finally calming down as the baby powder was applied to her groin and stomach by the mechanical Funaho. Kiyone coughed and sneezed in response until the mechanical Funaho picked her up and set her on her stomach before powdering her butt. Once she was powdered. The belt started moving again. She knew she couldn't stay there forever, but her past two escape attempts were abysmal failures... Because the station only needed to account for her. If she got right up to Mihoshi, then she could make a break for it in the confusion. Quickly, Kiyone crawled forward. If this was to work, she couldn't be an inch off. Mihoshi eventually hit a rolling pin and was flipped onto the diaper the robotic Funaho had set up for her. Before the robotic Funaho could fold up the diaper around Mihoshi's pelvis, Kiyone hit the rolling pin and flipped onto Mihoshi, which immediately snapped her out of her stupor and struggled to get up, despite her partner and best friend lying on top of her. Kiyone, meanwhile, leapt off of Mihoshi the minute the robotic Funaho began slowing down in reaction to two babies being at her station at once. She managed to get off of the belt and ran off as fast as she could. Unfortunately, the robotic Funaho was actually prepared for this. A slot in her chest opened up, and a third mechanical arm shot out of it and grabbed Kiyone by the neck while the robotic Funaho's main arms held Mihoshi in place despite her struggling. Kiyone struggled to escape the extra arm's grasp when a second arm came out of the slot, holding a little hammer. However, Kiyone didn't notice as she continued fighting to pry the hand off of her neck. "Wet me go!!" Kiyone shouted. "I am an officer of the waw, and you'ww be in big twouble when--!" The hammer hit Kiyone on the head, and she immediately fell silent, cooing like the little baby she was being turned into. The third arm then returned Kiyone to the belt where she was shoved against Mihoshi in a way that caused her knees to bend back and pin Mihoshi's arms to her side, and she was set down, with Mihoshi's head resting against Kiyone's groin. Before Mihoshi could respond, the arms expertly folded the diaper around Kiyone's legs and groin and Mihoshi's arms head and torso before securing the large diaper with a safety pin through the middle. Trapped in the diaper with her concussed friend's legs pinning her arms, Mihoshi's frantically kicked her legs, but it made no difference. Kiyone just looked like she had a big butt and very tan legs. The belt then moved forward with the two for one adult baby. "Hewp!!" Mihoshi's muffled voice cried from behind the diaper. "Washu! Hewp us!!" Kiyone and Mihoshi, still packaged in one diaper, arrived at the synthetic Sasami's station. Having learned her lesson from the Saiyan baby, Synthetic Sasami scanned the baby first, seeing that she was the size of an adult, meaning that she was a baby for one of the giant humanoids, she immediately switched to the same formula she fed the Saiyan baby with and puts the nipple of the bottle in Kiyone's mouth as she was in such a babified daze that she drank down the bottle, bloating up as her baby fat grew back. Meanwhile, in Kiyone's diaper, Mihoshi's arms were squeezed into her side by the bloating of Kiyone's legs as Mihoshi's head was brushing uncomfortably against Kiyone's stomach as it rubbed against the waist of their diaper. "Hewp!!" Mihoshi shouted, hoping someone would hear her through the diaper. "Hewp us! Somebody!!" Unfortunately, all Synthetic Sasami's programming heard were the gurgles of the baby's stomach. Scanning Kiyone again, she was relieved to see that Kiyone was fully fed. As such, she took the bottle out and patted Kiyone's bald head as she giggled stupidly and waved her arms. The belt then carried Kiyone and Mihoshi forward, with Mihoshi still kicking her legs, desperately trying to free herself, while Kiyone sit there as dead weight. "Googagagagoo." Kiyone cooed in her stupefied state. The packaged Kiyone and Mihoshi arrived in front of the mechanical Misaki as she picked up the two adults trapped in a single diaper and patted Kiyone's lower back, causing her to burp and spit up a little. Mechanical Misaki rubbed her back for a few minutes to comfort the clearly queasy Kiyone. Mihoshi, feeling the changing position from the gentle swaying of Kiyone's body, stretched her legs out to try and touch the ground when Kiyone burped. Mihoshi knew she didn't have much time and stretched her foot out, not finding anywhere to try and spring off the belt from, making Mihoshi begin crying from behind her and Kiyone's diaper, especially after Mechanical Misaki set her down. Thinking that the crying was coming from Kiyone, Misaki tickled her stomach, making her giggle and laugh as Kiyone, unable to kick her legs, squeezed Mihoshi's sides tighter, making Mihoshi cry harder. Changing her strategy, the Mechanical Misaki grabbed Mihoshi's right foot and wiggled her big toe. "This little piggy went to market." Mechanical Misaki cooed before moving to Mihoshi's next toe and so on. "This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef, and this little piggy had none, and this little piggy went..." Mechanical Misaki then tickled the sole of Mihoshi's foot, making her squeal with laughter like a piglet. Once the tickling stopped, Mihoshi was in a much better mood, having half-forgotten about the situation she and Kiyone were in. The belt then carried the two forward as Misaki waved goodbye to them. "All the way home." Mechanical Misaki said sweetly. "Bye-bye, little piggy." The packaged pair of Galaxy Policewomen arrived at Mihoshi's old station. In Mihoshi's place was a robotic duplicate like most of the other stations on the belt, but this one was of Mihoshi, dressed in a blue sailor's shirt with her speaker hidden by a wide smile and the yellow mechanical arms with pink joints and white gloves at her side. When Kiyone looked at her, her concussed brain processed this as the real Mihoshi in that dumb sailor outfit of hers that made her look like Donald Duck. Kiyone, still suffering from the head trauma and struggling to lift herself, since Mihoshi's head was still resting on her groin, and her legs were stuck in a kneeling position. However, the mechanical Mihoshi just smiled and patted Kiyone's head. "Time to make you look nice for your new mommy." Mechanical Mihoshi cooed. "No!" Kiyone said, tearing up a little, struggling to form sentences. "No Mommy! Me no baby! Me big--" Mechanical Mihoshi put an orange pacifier in Kiyone's mouth, and her addled brain compelled her to suck on it as she instantly calmed down. With that done, the mechanical Mihoshi tied an orange baby bonnet around Kiyone's head and placed orange mittens on her hands and blue booties on Mihoshi's feet, which was a bit of a struggle since, upon hearing Kiyone's sad, concussed voice, it reminded Mihoshi's duty as a Galaxy Policewoman, and she tried to stand up on the belt, but Mechanical Mihoshi's arms quickly grabbed her ankles. From there, Mihoshi kicked and struggled to get the booties on, but with the mechanical Mihoshi's superior strength, the booties were put on Mihoshi's feet, and a green bonnet was tied around Kiyone's pacified neck. Mechanical Mihoshi then looked at the ID tag that had been put on Kiyone's wrist while she was being tickled and slid over to the Bendu Galaxy conveyor belt on a little track Washu had built for her. She sent the two packaged heroes off on their journey out of the galaxy while Mechanical Mihoshi waved goodbye to them. "Enjoy your new life, sweetie!" Mechanical Mihoshi called out, causing the real Mihoshi to cry behind her and Kiyone's diaper, slamming her legs on the belt and trying to stand up, but the booties gave her no traction and Kiyone hadn't made a sound for the past few minutes, terrifying Mihoshi. On the Bendu Galaxy belt, Washu stood at her station watching Kiyone and Mihoshi, packaged into one diaper, much to Washu's surprise, came up. Kiyone was the top, and Mihoshi's legs poked out of the leg holes. Kiyone had a vacant look in her eyes as she sucked on her pacifier. Washu wondered for a moment if she should send them off like this. Then again, she couldn't be sure the giant cat lady would dislike having human twins. "Well, it seems you two are truly inseparable." Washu said with a snicker. "Miss Washu?" Mihoshi asked through the diaper, her voice muffled. "Hewp! Huwwy! Wobots made oopsie!" "Well, I'm afraid I need to send you off." Washu said, not hiding the smile. "But don't worry. I'll work something out." "But--" Mihoshi began to say before Washu moved the packaged Kiyone and Mihoshi onto the Wild Space belt. Kiyone and Mihoshi were moved to a waiting square space pod with a stork shaped rocket under it. Once they were inside, the pod closed, and a lullaby played over the speakers, lulling the two women to sleep. The Stork Industries Space Pod then launched through a wormhole, ready to deliver its package to the waiting mother. The wormhole opened up on the planet Gigante Fellini. It looked like Earth but there was only one super continent that covered half the planet, broken apart only by rivers and lakes. The jet-powered stork flew to the address encoded into the ID bracelet on Kiyone's wrist. Kiyone and Mihoshi still slept soundly in the pod underneath the stork, unaware that they had crossed the universe. The mother-to-be sat in her den in front of a bassinet. It had been an hour and while Washu had only given a token remark of seeing what she could do, the maternally frustrated woman had a sense of getting her baby soon. Suddenly, her interstellar phone beeped, and a text read, "Your baby is approaching. Please come outside." The woman jogged outside excitedly. She looked up and saw an avian droid arrive with a square object. The droid then took off, and the pod opened as her new baby was taken out by the new mother. She was a very odd baby. She had an extremely large posterior and had very developed breasts, dwarfed only by her understandably large belly. Believing that in lieu of lacking sperm for a traditional baby, Stork Industries had some kind of adoption agency. She didn't care though, desperate as she was to be a mother.  Kiyone groaned, waking up as she saw a large woman. She was surprisingly muscular with cat ears and a cat face. She had lioness fur along her body and long brown hair. She also had a lioness tail. Kiyone gaped at the large woman, dropping her pacifier as her mind started firing at full blast as she backed up, or rather Mihoshi did, and Kiyone began crying over everything that had happened to her over the past half hour or so. The woman picked Kiyone and Mihoshi up, setting them in a single bassinet before she tickled Kiyone's stomach. Wanting to see what had happened, Mihoshi pulled the diaper down and looked out, catching the eyes of the woman as she looked on in surprise. "Um... Hi." Mihoshi said nervously. "Oh my gosh!!" The woman called out in an unreadable tone after all the wormhole lag Mihoshi was suffering from. She was always a little woozy after coming out of a wormhole. The woman went for her phone, technically a larger comm link, as big as Mihoshi's hands. She keyed in the call sequence for Stork Industries. It took a moment for the pinging to stop. "Hello?" Washu's voice came from the comm. "Stork Industries. Is there a problem?" "Well, ma'am, I just wanted to say that I wasn't expecting twins." The woman said when she suddenly begin crying. "Thank you!!" "Anytime." Washu said. "If you need help, the pod your babies arrived in can assimilate with any room you want to become a robotic nursery. Just in case you need a breather." "Thanks for the heads up." The woman said, still crying happy tears. "May the Force be with you." The woman turned off her comm and found a button on the pod for assimilation and moved it easily towards a room she had kept empty to make it a nursery. She pushed a button, and the pod disappeared. Inside, the room turned into a nursery with an automatic changing table and various other child care machines. The woman moved the two inside and removed Kiyone and Mihoshi's diaper and put them in new super absorbant cloth diapers that were so big, she was able to wrap each one around each girl's respective pelvis several times over before pinning the diapers together with a safety pin on either side of each girl's respective waists. Recognizing that the darker skinned girl was clearly malnourished compared to her sister, the woman picked Mihoshi up while yellow mechanical arms with pink joints and white gloves put orange booties on the still crying Kiyone and put a new green pacifier into her mouth as Kiyone immediately began sucking on it out of habit rather than anything else. "Pwease..." Mihoshi whimpered. "Hewp us ma'am..." "Oh, don't worry." The woman said. "I'll take good care of you. Your new mommy's going to keep you perfectly cared for." Mihoshi and Kiyone's new mommy held Mihoshi to her chest after she undid her dress to reveal a pair of breasts covered in fine fur. Mommy had taken lactation stims to make sure she could experience everything about being a mother like she'd always dreamed. Mihoshi tried to pull away, but Mommy's firm grip gently moved Mihoshi to her left breast, and she began drinking once the nipple touched her mouth. She was so hungry, and Mommy was so nice. "That’s it." Mommy said, purring a little. "Drink up. Mommy will take good care of you no matter how long your infancy cycle lasts." To be continued...

There's a trick to help mitigate that exact leak with any of the Chinese clone diapers. Use some packaging tape and add a 3rd, lower tape. Make sure it's taped so you have a snug seal all the way around your legs. That extra seal will greatly delay when it will leak. Sometimes even doubling your absorption before leaks too.