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Here's part two. Hope you like it. 😴😴 Over the next month, Gine and Fasha were cared for by their respective buggies, being fed and cleaned very routinely. Gine seemed perfectly content and only made a fuss when she was hungry, which was practically every hour. She also always drank four or five milk bottles before she was satisfied, which was a lot, even for a Saiyan's metabolism. Gine also seemed embarrassed whenever she needed her diaper changed, but she let the buggy she was in change her since there was little she could do about it with the big pink bow that was still tied around her tail. Fasha, on the other hand was not so passive. Being fed milk like a toothless baby was humiliating enough, but every used diaper was another blow to her Saiyan pride. As such, every diaper change just made her angrier and angrier. She wanted to escape, but with the pressure her bow put on her tail, Fasha couldn't use her ki to fly out, and her arms and legs simply wouldn't respond... At least not at first. Over the past month, both women found themselves able to move their arms and legs more and more. It wasn't much, but it was certainly something. By the end of the third week, Fasha could weakly shove against the mechanical arms that came out of the front of her buggy. She couldn't actually move them away, but it was some way to fight back. Gine, for her part, simply put her hands around her bottle and happily drank whenever it was brought up. On the day it had been a full month, Fasha woke up and yawned, stretching her arms for a minute before she realized that she could move her arms. She immediately tried to remove her bow, but the mittens on her hands stopped her from doing this. She groaned in agitation. At the very least, however, she could move her arms again. Gine woke up next and was just excited as Fasha, though Fasha noticed that Gine didn't make an attempt to untie the bow around her tail, making Fasha roll her eyes. Just then, the hatch in front of each buggy opened up, and one of the mechanical arms of Gine's buggy brought out a stuffed animal and waved it in Gine's face, making her smile and take it. Gine hugged it tightly, smiling. She loved when the buggies gave her and Fasha toys to play with, especially now that she could use her arms again. Fasha was not so receptive. The arm of her buggy brought out a rattle and waved it in front of Fasha's face as she scowled at it and the rattling, whistling noise it always made. It had been driving Fasha crazy for over a month. She was getting angrier, and her patience was wearing thin. "Get that thing out of my face!!" Gine shouted, moving forward, hoping to try and get out, but while her arms had begun working again, her legs were as uncooperative as ever, so she just ended up leaning forward before she grabbed the sides of her buggy to force herself back into a sitting position and scowling worse than ever at the reminder that she was trapped, not just in this buggy, but in the nursery as a whole. Apparently, the AI that controlled the buggies recognized Fasha's foul mood, and the arm came back out and tickled under Fasha's chin. Not playing favorites during such situations, Gine's buggy also used one of its arms to tickle under Gine's chin as she instantly giggled. After a few moments, Fasha began smiling too, despite herself. "Coochie-coochie-coo!" The buggies said in unison during this. After Fasha smiled, the buggies began tickling Fasha and Gine's bellies, and they immediately began laughing at that. Fasha tried to brush the arm of her buggy away, but the buggy continued. During this, Gine and Fasha's legs spasmed out of control as the arms that had been tickling them grabbed their heels, and Fasha rolled her eyes at the old game but found herself in too good a mood to protest. Another arm appeared out of each buggy and removed Fasha and Gine's booties. Then the new arms began wiggling Fasha and Gine's big toes, respectively. "This little piggy went to market." The buggies said in unison before moving to the next toe and so on. "This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beast. This little piggy had none, and this little piggy went..." Each arm then tickled the soles of Fasha and Gine's feet, making them squeal with laughter before the buggies finished the rhyme, with Gine joining in as usual. "All the way home." Gine laughed like a big baby as she always did while Fasha leaned back, taking a moment to rest and trying to see if she could wiggle her toes by herself. Her feet were hardly responding, and Fasha sighed. She wondered if the nursery knew about the Saiyan tail weakness, but she couldn't see how. Then she thought about the fact that the ribbons around her and Gine's tails were never undone, at least when they were awake. Either way, it was just something for Fasha to consider as she had been confined to her buggy for a month with little to do. Just then, Gine's stomach rumbled, and she immediately began tearing up. Fasha could see it from her buggy, as well as Gine holding her feet in her hands like a bored child. Maybe Gine was getting sick of this too. "Mommy!" Gine yelled, and Fasha cast the thought of Gine getting bored aside since she had readily taken to calling the AI that whenever she wanted something. "I want my bottle!" Gine began crying softly, and Fasha couldn't bare to see her like this. Where was Gine's Saiyan pride? Fasha was so annoyed with Gine, she didn't feel her own stomach rumbling when suddenly, the arm came up to Fasha with a baby bottle. "Aw..." The buggies said as Gine's buggy brought up a bottle for her too. "Babies hungry?" The arms then put both bottles into their mouths. Gine happily began drinking her bottle, her empty tummy filling up easily. She wagged her tail and held the bottle in her hands while weakly kicking her feet, all she and Fasha could do with their legs at the moment. Each bottle of milk tasted better than the last, and she was perfectly content with the direction her Bachelorette Party took. Fasha, meanwhile, kept her mouth closed. Seeing the baby bottle had reminded her of how she and her friend had become overgrown babies thanks to this building, and she wasn't going to take it anymore. Gine may be eager to play the role, but she wasn't. She was a proud Saiyan warrior and one of the strongest members of her team. However, another arm came up and held Fasha's nose until she opened her mouth, and the baby bottle nipple was put in, and her nose was released. Knowing that the buggy would just keep squeezing the bottle until it all got into her mouth, Fasha reluctantly drank the milk while crossing her arms. Eventually, Gine and Fasha finished their bottles and burped. Gine then immediately began crying again, rubbing tears from her eyes. "More milk, Mommy!" Gine whined and pleaded. "I want more milk!" Gine was instantly given another bottle, and she began drinking it. She even leaned back, kicking her legs in the air and giggling. She was having a blast in this place. Fasha, however, remained utterly agitated. She was stuck in a giant baby buggy and could only move her arms while limply kicking her legs. To make matters worse, she knew that it was only a matter of time before she used her diaper, again! She was still fuming when the buggy brought out the rattle again. Already annoyed beyond belief and needing to release her pent up anger, Fasha snatched the rattle and tossed it away where it clattered on the ground a few feet away from the buggy. All at once, a clamp from the back of the buggy closed around her waist and shoved her forward, so that her head was hanging over the end of the buggy, and her diapered butt was sticking up in the air. She saw the hatch in front of the buggy open, and one of the arms came out, holding a wooden paddle. It went back behind her head, and Fasha tried to push herself back, but while she had regained the use of her arms, her bow-tied tail meant she didn't have the strength to fight the nursery, though that didn't stop her from trying. "Naughty baby!" Fasha's buggy scolded. "Mustn't throw things!" The paddle was slapped against Fasha's diapered butt, making her shout in pain and shock. The paddling continued as Fasha struggled to free herself, but to no avail. Each blow from the paddle reminded Fasha of her circumstances, which only made her fight harder and harder. "Let me go you damn machine!" Fasha shouted. Let me--" Before Fasha could finish her sentence, another arm came out with a bar of soap and shoved it into her mouth, moving it back and forth despite Fasha's gagged and garbled protests. Eventually, Fasha began tearing up at the unfairness of the situation as she knew that if she were at full strength, she could turn this buggy to dust, but so long as that bow put pressure on her tail, she may as well have had a power level of two. Gine was on her third bottle by the time she noticed what was happening to Fasha and instantly got horrified at what the buggy was doing to her. At this, she stopped drinking and began crying out of remorse for getting Fasha into this and fear that they'd never get out as the weight of what had happened finally hit her after a month. After a good five minutes, Fasha's punishment ended, and she could only cry out of anger. She had been utterly beaten, and it enraged her. If there was any justice in the galaxy, she'd remember tearing up the entire building when the full moon came in four months. Within a few moments of Fasha's punishment ending, both women wet their diapers. Like clockwork, the arms came out of each buggy, remove their diapers and cleaned their groins and butts. The arms then each produced a new cloth diaper and set them down, one for Fasha and one for Gine. The buggies then each grabbed the women by the ankles and set the diapers under their respective butts. "There, there." The buggies said soothingly. "Mama fix. She's Mama's little lamb, she is." The arms then brought out a bottle of baby powder each for Fasha and Gine and practically showered them in the powder. The arms then released their legs and wrapped the diapers around their pelvises and produced a safety pin for each of them and put them through the middle to hold the diapers together. The two Saiyan women were still distraught over the situation. "There, there, darlings." The buggies said before Gine and Fasha had their pacifiers stuck into their mouths. "Mama kiss, make it better." The buggies began rocking back and forth as the lullabies played again, and the two went to sleep. Still trapped in the buggies. Still trapped in the nursery, and their only hope was months away. To be continued... -
By Personalias · Posted
Anxiety kept at arm's length should be the name for my brain's playlist. (When my meds are doing their job at least) -
By Diaper Chase · Posted
My wife will check and change me. She baby’s me when in diapers. I have been put in diapers and treated like a toddler for a tantrum. -
By UsuallyDiapered · Posted
I've posted a photo of my current model on the previous page of this thread. -
Rei, in my opinion is too subservient to her mother, she is 19 so she has the physical strength to oppose her mother. Riley on the other hand is in trouble if she backs down the teacher will report her to the authorities. This law gives me parallels with the crazy covid restrictions we had in Italy, where dissent was criminalized. Among other things if girls are considered minors until 28 years old, it means that boys are unable to date girls under that age, so i think boys are also very frustrated, basically boys have to remain chaste until they are old enough to date women in their late thirties. Unless they have illegal relationships with peers. Let's say that probably, with a law like that, many girls would try to leave the country somehow. As i said in a previous post, it is interesting to note how in this story the greatest enemies of young women are adult women who all seem to be in favor of the law. If i were the father of a girl in this context, o would sign her emancipation, and i would be an opponent of this law, as i was for the ignoble and exaggerated restrictions during covid I see there's some Rock, good
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