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  1. I'd say go for it. Unless you had other stories you wanted to write.
  2. I had forgotten how violent the "youth machine" was, but you captured it alright. Nostalgia tends to gloss over such things, I guess, and while I prefer more gentle means of mental regression, I'll be the first say that this definitely would produce babyish behavior in the moms. And yes, I have written similar scenes in my stories so I think it's safe to say that it's just the right amount of dark, especially since they'll get their brains repaired by the Senzu extract. That said, I got a lot to go over... You did a great job explaining why Android 21 was in Bulma's machine and how it fit together with the canon from the game was definitely a treat to read. That, and the hair blocking cream was absolutley wonderful! I love it when people write about juvenile haircuts or even bald baby with that one little lock of hair. The fact that you didn't make it perment was a good touch. Oh, and the Senzu bean extract being used to gradually restore their brains was a marvelous idea! You definitely are staying true to my philosophy of "leaving a story where the characters could resume their normal, canon, franchise based, lives once they get free." I just wish it didn't end here. Would be cool to see how Bulma and Chi Chi would react to waking up one day in their mechanical bassinets, realizing that they're trapped and aren't leaving their mommy any time soon. All in all, great job!
  3. Looks like Claire is developing a pacifier addiction which, I personally think could be debated is a form of mental manipulation, but she still has her adult mind for the most part so... yeah. However, she seemed very absorbed by her own feelings throughout the whole chapter once she got her binky. She was alarmed a few times, but was mostly passive throughout the chapter. Maybe feeling the little lady inside Ms. Colbatz womb kicking it might've freaked her/snapped her out of her pacifier haze? Nonetheless, you've maintained the tone of this story and have written yet another great cliffhanger. It's also great to see another DD story mention Little impregnation! Thank you for your hard work and time!
  4. I can't believe I've missed the last two updates, but it definitely gives me more to read. First off, I love that you're working so diligently on this story again; it's my favorite piece of fiction you've written. Secondly, I am kind of agreeing with Reila/Riley here since it really does feel like the family is baby crazy. That said, they're bloodlines are seemingly immortal while Riley's isn't. It's not like they halt her aging, can they? If they can't then I'd imagine Reila would be attending preschool in her 50s if she ever gets her act together or she'll be as old as her grandmother still crawling around in dirty diapers. One thing that I was really hoping to see was more Rachie since she's the only other none mythical entity in this story that has been affected by Az... Also, there's still so many questions I have in regards to what happens in the immediate future like can Riley communicate with anyone? If so, is it only with other babies/Santa or would it be limited to just Rachie since they're technically in the same "baby babble" pre-talking age group? I hope you have more to write because there's just so many unanswered questions. That said, if Rachie and Riley got their dirty diapers changed by Sonya and Emma at the same time, side by side I'll happily stop asking questions. LOL Merry Christmas and a happy New Year to you!
  5. I'm honored to hear that. Seriously, it always amazes me to learn that my writing inspires others. Thank you so much for creating these stories!
  6. I want to apologize for making you wait so long. I was struggling with the passing of my dog at the time who died literally a week after my favorite guitarist was reported dead. The last piece of my childhood died last year with that news... Nonetheless, I'm going to be updating more often so I appreciate your patience and support! I've written a lot of smut in my time as a writer so I wanted to try my hand at emotional development which isn't always easy, but I'm glad you enjoyed it! ----- Here's the next part which is over two thousand words. It's not the longest chapter I've ever wrote, but I think you'll all enjoy it. There's probably two or three more parts on my Patreon if you want to read more of this wild emotional tale of two mothers who only wanted to wear diapers and be babied by a professional nanny only to have their daughters crash the party. XD Enjoy! ---- Meanwhile, Mommy pulled the spoon away from a pouting, bouncing blond baby girl who was fidgeting in her high chair as she heard the call of Ally fill the kitchen. It interrupted what had been a rather fun feeding session even if she was barely finished with the first jar. It was so refreshing to feed an unwilling, blushing brat like Olivia. Just looking at her prune covered face brought a smile to her face, but she didn't have time to enjoy it; she had to tend to her other babies now. "I'll be right back, Olivia. Don't you dare think about going anywhere because we still have two more jars to finish. "Where am I going to go?" The blond asked sarcastically as she watched the older woman waltz out of the kitchen. "Did I hear baby Ally correctly? Does my talented little babysitter want to try on a diaper?" Mommy asked. Mackenzie blushed and couldn't bring herself to answer so she simply nodded her head in affirmation. "Alright then, Kenzie. Let's get you properly dressed." The older woman coord, her face glowing with maternal happiness. Mackenzie didn't know what to expect and tried to suppress her shock as the older woman easily lifted the eighteen year old into the air as if she weighed nothing. 'How is this possible?' "How are you so strong?" Mackenzie couldn't help but ask. "I go to the gym three times a week to run and do strength training. When I'm sitting around the house I lift twenty pound weights during my downtime." Mommy smiled, shifting Mackenzie until the Jeans wearing woman was riding her hip. "I'll never win any weight lifting competitions, and I can't lift a man unless he's a sissy twink boy, but I pride myself on being able to make the experience as authentic as possible for my more petite clients." Mommy winked. "I haven't been carried around since I was just a little girl. It's kind of nice." Mackenzie grinned as the older woman carried her towards the nursery in her bedroom. "If you think this is nice then I'm willing to bet you're going to love the feeling of a diaper." Mackenzie caught a glimpse of Olivia out of the corner of her eye as the woman known as "mommy" opened the door to the nursery. The blond was sitting in an oversized high chair with her arms crossed over her chest while she scowled. At least, it looked like she was scowling, but it was difficult to say for sure since the young woman's face was covered in baby food. She quickly lost sight of the petulant young woman as the dominatrix dressed like a suburban soccer mom carried her through the threshold and into the nursery. It was quite a lot to take in for the eighteen year old. There was a crib sitting next to a large window, a cabinet of diapers opposite the crib, a closet which was slightly ajar and looked to be filled with adult sized baby clothes and a deluxe bed that looked to belong to the older woman. "Do you see anything you like?" The older woman asked. "That bed over there looks like it's really comfortable." Mackenzie replied. "Yeah, that's my bed. I rarely sleep in here, but it completes the look of a master bedroom where a mother shares her room with their baby. Really completes the look if you ask me." The dominatrix explained as she lowered the petite young woman down onto the surface of the changing table. Mackenzie looked around at the strange table top she had been placed on. It looked a lot like a changing table, but much larger. It was at this moment that Mackenzie realized the one piece of furniture she hadn't seen and what she was now laying on; a changing table large enough for an adult. "If you have a changing table then why did you let me change my mom out there in the playpen?" The young redhead couldn't help but wonder. "I wanted to change your mother behind closed doors but a certain someone here wouldn't let me." The slightly older woman cooed while poking Mackenzie's nose. "Yeah, I guess I should've thought that through." Mackenzie sighed. "Mackenzie, you went with your gut instinct and there's nothing wrong with what you did because you did it out of love." The woman called "mommy" explained. "Yeah, I guess you're right." The young redhead replied as she shifted around awkwardly on the top of the padded table. "Now, shall we begin?" "Alright." Mackenzie laid there, patiently awaiting her diapering to begin. The suburban dominatrix began the diapering by removing Mackenzie's shoes. She untied each one before pulling it off of her tiny feet. With the shoes placed against the bottom of the table, the woman known only as "mommy" started to unbutton the girl's Jeans and, with a bit of help from Mackenzie wiggling her hips, the woman was able to shimmy the tight pants down the young woman's legs. Once the Jeans were tossed onto the floor, Mackenzie quickly turned her head away from the woman, not wanting to look her in the eye. She suddenly felt the tips of the dominatrix's fingers slide into the waistband of her pink panties and her body shivered in response. Mackenzie knew that she shouldn't be nervous, she had agreed to this, but she couldn't shake her growing sense of anxiety. Mommy noticed that the girl was becoming shy and she couldn't stop herself from smiling when Mackenzie's lower body twitched as she pulled the girl's panties down to her ankles. It was rather intoxicating to be caring for a woman who had never been babied before. Sure, she had just diapered Olivia, but this girl was different. She seemed open to the whole experience and yet was subconsciously fighting it. At least, that was the vibe she was getting from Mackenzie as she lifted the younger woman up by her ankles and slid the oversized pamper underneath her bottom. Using a cold baby wipe, she carefully wiped all of Mackenzie's diaper area including the area underneath her mound. She did notice that Mackenzie flinched slightly when the wet wipe accidentally slid between her slit; it was a rather cute reaction. "Sorry about that." Mackenzie remained quiet and tried to keep her mind off of what was happening to her lower body all while wondering how her mother could enjoy such a blatant violation of her most private area. It had all seemed so very natural for her mother; she had laid there and seemed content. The peeling of tape from the plastic wings of the diaper pulled Mackenzie from her thoughts as the woman taped her right side into the diaper. Mackenzie heard another loud crack of adhesive being pulled from plastic and closed her eyes, waiting for the woman to complete the diaper change in silence. It was definitely an awkward moment, something happened once she was sealed into the diaper; something magical. Mackenzie slowly sat up once the woman who pretended to be her mom's mother stepped back from the changing table. She couldn't believe how the diaper felt, but the incredible sensation was interrupted by a loud crinkle that pierced the relative silence of the room. In fact, every single subtle movement she made caused the stiff plastic to cry out. Despite the louder than expected noises coming from her waist, she felt both protected and cared for dye to how the diaper cradled and hugged her bottom and crotch. It was odd how the diaper did so much more than its intended purpose. 'This thing wrapped around my midseason was meant to keep babies from ruining their surroundings and yet it's giving me such an immense sense of comfort and security.' "I think I understand why my mom likes these things." Mackenzie stated in a voice just above a whisper as her cheeks grew red. The woman known simply as "Mommy" was positively beaming. "They're pretty comfortable, huh?" "Yeah, I feel so… protected." Mackenzie paused before finishing her thought. "It's weird." "It's because we all associate the diaper with security on a very deep, emotionally subconscious level." The slightly older woman explained. "I see. That does make sense." Mackenzie replied as she sat there on the changing table all but naked from the waist down save for her diaper. "Well, now that you're diapered, let's get you back out there with your mom." "What?!" Mackenzie exclaimed. "I can't just run around in pampers in front of my mom!" "I highly doubt it would be the first time she's seen you in pampers since she's your mom." The older woman smirked. "Yeah, but-" "Speaking of butts, there's absolutely no way your Jeans are going to fit over that diaper." The maternal dominatrix chuckled. "Alright, but don't you have a sweater or something that I can wear? Something big that might cover my- ummm, diaper?" The eighteen year old asked, hoping that there was something she could do to hide the huge bulky plastic underwear she had been talked into wearing. "I think I have just the thing." Mommy replied and walked over to the drawer next to her bed. Mackenzie tried to see just what the woman was digging for in the dresser, but she couldn't get a good angle. As she bobbed her head around, she silently prayed that whatever the woman had in mind, it wouldn't be something super babyish. "Here we are." The woman announced with a flourish as she pulled out a dark long sleeved shirt. "That's perfect." Mackenzie muttered in disbelief. She couldn't believe her eyes. Not only was it a long sleeve shirt, but it looked rather mature compared to what her mom and the two blonds were wearing. "I'm glad you think so. It's mine, but I'll let you borrow it." The dominatrix stated. "Thank you!" Mackenzie smiled as the older woman dressed her in the long sleeve. "There you are." Mommy cooed. "Looking cute and mature all at the same time." "I really do appreciate it!" "Think nothing of it." The slightly older woman waved her hand in a dismissive manner. "Now, let's get your butt out there. I have a baby to feed and you have a pair of mothers to entertain." "Sure!" Mackenzie grinned. "Uppie goes Kenzie." Mommy cooed, easily lifting the petite teen into the air and placing her gently onto her hip. Mackenzie rested her head against the dominatrix's shoulder and enjoyed the ride as she was carried out of the nursery and back into the living room. Her mom stood on her knees, looking over the adult sized railing of the playpen, like an expectant toddler. It looked pretty comical to the eighteen year old, but she knew that she couldn't laugh at her mom; that would pure hypocrisy since she was now wearing a diaper just like her. Still, the petite redhead couldn't help but smile. With a slight grunt, Mommy lowered Mackenzie into the enclosure and sat her down next to her mother. "Now you three have fun and try to behave yourselves while I teach Olivia the finer points of childcare, first hand." "So, what do you think?" Allison asked, genuinely curious about what her daughter was experiencing. "It feels so different." The younger McDougal answered, shifting her hips slightly. "Different… as in good?" Allison coaxed. "It definitely feels nice. Kind of like sitting on a pillow." Mackenzie stated before continuing on, "If it wasn't so embarrassing, this would be the perfect thing to wear during class. Those chairs hurt my butt after a few hours." Both mother and daughter shared a laugh. "Yeah, those chairs were the worst." The older redhead agreed. Allison could recall the boring, almost endless days spent sitting in class on hard plastic seats, watching the clock tick by as she waited for the afternoon bell to announce her release from school. Unlike her daughter, she hadn't been much of a scholar which was why she was so strict with her when it came to school. Now the girl was going to be graduating soon and would be off to college before either of them knew it. "Come here, baby." Allison said, leaning toward her daughter and pulling the now diapered girl into a hug. "Mom? What's wrong?" Mackenzie asked, concerned by the sudden hug due to how emotional her mother had been all day. "Nothing's wrong." Allison replied. "I'm just so proud of you." "Hurry up with the rest of that slop!" The two McDougals looked over towards the kitchen upon hearing the bratty blond yelling at the suburban dominatrix dressed like a soccer mom. It immediately reminded them of the absurdity of the gold digging blond's current situation in the high chair and they had to cover their mouths to quietly giggle. They didn't want to annoy their "Mommy" who seemed to have her hands full. Olivia squirmed impatiently in the oversized highchair as the dominatrix turned teacher pulled a bowl of warm baby food from the microwave. The petite, rosy-cheeked, upset blond was still covered in baby food from early and only her diaper was clean compared to the rest of her. She sat there, scowling with her hand holding her face as she waited for this nightmare to be over with. Never in her entire life had she felt so humiliated and belittled. If this is what her future clients wanted then she would give it to them ten fold when she was running things. "Just one more bowl and then it's time for your baba." The older woman cooed as she sat the bowl in front of her apprentice. Olivia sighed. "Fine. Whatever. Just hurry it up." "My widdle baby Olivia is so fussy." The woman who was known simply as "Mommy" grinned as she scooped up a spoonful of the warm, green mush. Olivia rolled her eyes and groaned. The only thing she hated worse than being dressed like a baby and treated like one was how this crazy lady was talking down to the eighteen year old like she was just a baby. "Kill me now." Olivia muttered before accepting the spoonful of baby food. "What was that?" The once grinning woman asked with a frown. "Does my baby want a spanking instead of her yummy lunch?" "No!" Olvia exclaimed in a panic which caused some of the baby food to fall from her mouth and land on the 'Mommy’s Little Stinker’ bib she was forced to wear over her onesie. "That's what I thought." The stern tone said it all to Olivia; don't fuck with me when I'm having fun. "Oh, looks like baby Olivia got some of her num num's on her bib." The older woman cooed, her voice happy and dripping in maternal love. The rest of the feeding went by without incident. Olivia sulked and opened her mouth whenever she was ordered to do so. Occasionally, the dominatrix would "accidently" miss the eighteen year old's mouth and more food would land on her bib or stain her onesie. All throughout the meal, Olivia's diapered butt would crinkle as she shifted her weight against the waterproof foam seat of the high chair. The professional Mommy knew from the sound coming from the scheming blond's crisp pamper that she still hadn't used her diaper, but that problem would soon be remedied thanks to the extra ingredient she added to the baby food. "That's a good girl." The dominatrix cooed as she wiped the blond's messy face and hands clean with a wash cloth. "Alright. We're done with lunch." The blond stated with a sigh of relief. "Can I get out of this stupid high chair now?" "Silly baby forgot about her baba." The woman called Mommy smiled. "Fine." Olivia huffed with her arms folded over her chest in an overly dramatic manner. "Baby Olivia needs her formula so she can grow up to be a big girl one day." The older woman chuckled and picked up the large baby bottle from the kitchen counter. To Be Continued... Are you enjoying Olivia's humiliation? Perhaps you want to read more? If so then you should check out my Patreon! For $5 you'll get access to so many different types of stories featuring robots, humiliation and domination! https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213 If you don't want to pledge then that's completely understandable, but I'd love to hear your thoughts on the story if you did enjoy it so far!
  7. I think a good 20% to 30% of the community is. LOL Part of the reason why I became a writer was due to the sheer lack of diaper machine stories out there.
  8. Bulma's lucky Chi Chi didn't poop her diaper with her in it. XD Love how you wrote about both of them ending up in one diaper. No one bas eger done that in our literary community. At least, I've never seen it and I've been reading diaper stories for over 20 years.
  9. I noticed the title error the first day I saw it, but I didn't mention it because that's the kind of thing that can drive away a new writer. The good news is it can be fixed. Go to the very first post of this story and click "edit" which will allow you to change the title. This is why I was actually grateful for Depends Maximum Protection briefs when I was first starting out at the age of 18. It didn't matter how many I went through trying to get it right because they were like twelve bucks a pack; that's nothing compared to the forty or more a pack of ten designer diapers cost these days...
  10. Chapter 3: At The Machine's Mercy The robotic nanny scooped her up from underneath her armpits and carried her away from that horrible automated changing table. Maya felt her toned thighs come into contact with a stiff and cold seat made out of plastic. She watched as a large white tray was lowered past her face by the device she was sitting in. A loud click signalled to her that the tray was now locked into place just above her oversized disposable, obscuring the hideous undergarment from her field of view. She could feel her bare feet resting on a long bar and noted that the entire chair she was sitting into was made out of plastic. "BE A GOOD GIRL FOR NANNY AND LET THE HIGH CHAIR FEED YOU." Maya rolled her eyes when she heard the nanny tell her she was sitting in a giant highchair. It took a moment for Maya to appreciate the fact that she was sitting in a high chair. She kicked her legs, trying to see if she could feel the floor and realized that she was sitting at least 2 feet off of the ground from what she could tell from her vantage point. She also realized that she was now face to face with the nanny bot. A whirring noise came from behind her padded backrest as a pair of arms snaked from around the chair and appeared in front of her from their hiding place. The hand to her right held an enormous jar of purple mush while the one on her left held a spoon. It seemed that the high chair was automated and had come to life ready to feed her. 'Of course everything in this damn place is automated!' Maya thought to herself as she huffed from behind her huge pacifier and crossed her arms. Feeling the thick rubber bulb bounce in her mouth as she moved her head reminded her of the infantile soother in her mouth. Inwardly, she smiled. 'Stupid thing can't feed me if I'm sticking on my binky!' As if the machine had read her mind a third unseen hand appeared in front of her and grabbed the ring of Maya's binky, plucking the pacifier from her mouth with an audible "pop" sound. "Hey!" Maya whined. "I was sucking on that!" She immediately blushed and felt ashamed that she had said that aloud. What if someone reviewed the security footage and heard her say that? Did this place even have cameras?! The third hand returned with a bib, pulling the young woman from her thoughts as she felt a few large gloved fingers touch the back of her neck. It seemed that the third hand was working in tandem with another hand that snapped the large terry cloth bib together behind her neck. The hand behind her must have vanished back into the machine because only the third hand remained. It seemed to be busy fiddling with the light blue bib, tugging it over her breasts. The hand finally finished with its task, but before it retreated back to its place inside of the high chair, Maya felt the gloved hand pat her head condescendingly. "Stupid bucket of bolts!" Maya shouted angrily. Before she could even close her mouth, the spoon wielding hand shoved a heaping helping of lavender colored mush into her mouth. "Ughh!!" Maya's eyes bulged from her head as the most vile taste that she had ever experienced crawled across her tongue until she forced herself to swallow the offensive goop which went down slowly. "I'm not a fucking baby!" Maya screamed and earned herself another spoonful of warm slop. The entire experience made her feel so small. It was one thing to be forced to wear a diaper, but to be force fed like a baby was beyond humiliating; it was downright degrading! After swallowing the thick pureed blend of what she could only guess was cabbage, beets and possibly prunes for sweetness, Maya kept her big mouth shut. 'If I don't open my mouth then it can't feed me!' Maya smirked. The highchair kept moving the spoon closer to her mouth, but Maya refused to budge. She didn't even acknowledge the machine when the hand started dabbing the tip of the spoon against her ruby red lipstick covered lips, coaxing her to take another bite. She kept completely still, defiantly waiting until the machine gave up. Maya knew that she looked utterly ridiculous; a petite Asian woman dressed in a diaper and bib, sat in a gigantic high chair with her arms folded across her chest while she scowled at her caretaker as a large spoonful of baby food hovered close to her mouth. The scenario forced a rather unpleasant thought to cross her mind; she had been set up. But that thought raised even more questions. Why would anyone do this to her? For what purpose or gain? It was entirely possible that she was actually being recorded and, if that was the case, the footage was most likely being live streamed to some fetish site. After all, there was a fetish for everything nowadays, but who would get off to her being treated like this? "BAD BABY! STOP THIS NAUGHTY BEHAVIOR AND EAT YOUR LUNCH" 'Lunch?' Maya simply stared at the robot in front of her, unsure of what to make of what she had just heard it say. 'It's gotta be almost four in the morning! 'How can it be lunch?!' The humanoid robot stepped forward and took the jar of baby food and spoon from the high chair, ready to feed the fussy charge sitting in front of her. It stuck the spoon into the jar and scooped out a large amount of mashed purple goop. With the pureed baby food extracted, it held the full spoon in front of the fussy baby. However, just like when the high chair tried to feed her, the child would not eat. Despite being denied, the nanny bot would not be deterred. It had a job to finish and would use a preinstalled subroutine to aid it in completing it's task. "OPEN UP FOR THE CHOO CHOO TRAIN!" Maya cocked an eyebrow at the bizarre machine in front of her. The damn thing was moving the spoon back and forth, imitating a steam train's locomotion with its movements while poorly mimicking the sounds a freight train would make. If she wasn't the one trapped in a high chair, she would've laughed. "CHOO CHOO!" It was funny for maybe a minute, but after roughly five minutes, Maya was starting to get bored. The robot ceased its ridiculous routine and looked upon its charge with concern. If the baby didn't eat, it would become malnourished. If the baby was malnourished it would eventually become sick and possibly die. With this line of reasoning, the computer took the next logical step forward and came to the conclusion that it must do everything in its power to get the child to consume its nutrients. Once more the AI ventured into the digital realm to seek out the necessary information on how to deal with an unruly baby. Countless searches rendered nothing that would get the child to eat spontaneously. Some people had mentioned putting sugar on the food, but that wouldn't work because the baby wouldn't even open her mouth! Others had spoke of bribery, but the child was much too young to be negotiated with. Finally, the AI stumbled onto something that seemed to be dated and not necessarily related to childcare, but it specifically talked about getting people who wouldn't open their mouths to open their mouth. Without warning, Maya felt the cold metallic fingers of the robot pinch her nose! She was so startled that she almost opened her mouth, but she quickly regained her composure. 'If it holds my nose shut I'll have to open my mouth to breath!' Maya realized with a sense of dread. "BABY BETTER OPEN HER MOUTH FOR NANNY." A battle of wills ensued; the AI choosing to wage a war of attrition while Maya sat there, her lungs burning, but resolute that this crazy machine would let her breath soon. Sadly, as the seconds ticked by, Maya knew that she had to open her mouth to breath or else she would pass out from lack of oxygen. 'This is going to suck!' Maya closed her eyes and opened her mouth to breath in the warm air of the nursery. Seeing its chance, the nanny bot shoved the spoon into her mouth, forcing the girl to eat the slimy substance. "THAT'S A GOOD BABY!" Maya winced as she tasted the purple concoction for the third time. She whined and forced it down her throat. Even after swallowing it, she could still taste the nauseating flavor! "ONLY A FEW MORE BITES LEFT, BABY" 'A few more bites?! I don't even want another bite!' Maya clamped her jaw shut and stewed in her oversized plastic chair. Even though she knew it was a losing battle, she wanted it to be fought on her terms. As her lungs started to warm up again, she realized that she didn't exactly have to eat the food for it to be gone. All she had to do was make sure that the robot had nothing left in the jar to feed her! With this devious new plan, Maya simply opened her mouth and allowed the robot to feed her. The AI noticed that the baby had opened its mouth again and was accepting the spoon. Things seemed to be going smoothly, the child took the mush without a fight and the robot pulled the spoon out from the baby's mouth. Not even a second had passed when the insolent infant spat the purple pureed slime out of her mouth and onto the tray. THAT'S A BAD BABY!" Maya wasn't exactly proud of herself, but at least she didn't have to swallow that crap. Still, she really hoped that no one was watching her. She was a twenty five year old woman who had just spat up some baby food like a tantrum throwing two year old toddler. It was definitely the lowest point of her life. To her utter shook and dismay, the nanny bot scooped up the purple goop from the high chair's tray and was attempting to make her eat it again! 'There's no way in hell I'm eating that!'' Maya started swatting her hands at the robot, one of them made contact with the spoon, sending it flying to the ground. "THAT'S IT! YOU'RE GOING INTO TIME OUT!" To Be Continued... I now remember why I stopped posting on here. Having to edit and do formatting (when every other site just lets you copy and paste) really aggravates my carpal tunnel syndrome... Regardless of my burning nerve pain, I'd like to invite you to read up to part six of this crazy tale of treachery and corporate intrigue. It only costs $5 to gain acess to all of my stories, including this one. That's a pretty good deal compared to everything else nowadays. After all, it's Christmas and you deserve to spoil yourself! https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213
  11. Chapter 1: Bulma's In Trouble Every day since Bulma and Chi Chi had vanished into thin air the Z Fighters had gathered at Capsule Corp before going out to search for the missing mothers. The majority of the time they worked in shifts and there was always someone sitting by the phone at Capsule Corp, waiting for any sign of either woman. Normally, it would just be Videl watching over the babies with the boys standing by the phone, but Eighteen had popped in after having spent much of the morning trying to track down any clues that might help in finding Bulma and Chi Chi. With Krillin at work this left the blond fighter looking over her four year old daughter, who shared a playpen with Videl's daughter, Pan. "Do you think we will ever find them, Eighteen?" The innocent voice of Goten could be heard breaking the silence of the room. The blond who was watching over Marron and Pan play in the playpen turned her gaze to Goten. "It's been a long time, but your mom is a tough woman. I think she's surviving, wherever she is." Eighteen said in a neutral tone. Videl saw the look of worry on Goten's face and decided to speak up. "I'm sure we will find her, Goten. We just have to be patient." Videl replied, trying to appear upbeat and positive. "Yeah, but what about my mom?" The usually cocky and arrogant Trunks looked particularly worried. "She's the smartest person in the galaxy! Why hasn't she tried to reach out to us?" The sound of a ringing phone echoed throughout the living room in the residential quarters of the Capsule Corp building. Everyone present stopped talking and looked over at the ringing phone in surprise. Trunks was not only closest to the phone, but was the first to act. He ran over to the phone and picked it up. "Hello, Brief residence." The lavender haired boy answered the phone out of habit. "Trunks! Oh thank Kami you answered!" Trunks instantly recognized the familiar voice of his mother crying out in joy from the other end of the line. "Mom! Where have you been?!" Both Videl and Eighteen shared a surprised look at each other as Goten stood there in stunned disbelief. "It's a long story, Trunks, but I don't have time to explain." Bulma replied. "What do you mean? Everyone here has been looking for you! We've all been worried sick!" The young boy shouted. "I know, I know, but I don't have much time to talk. I need you to put your father on the phone." "I would, but he's still training somewhere in space." Trunks said, sighing. "Oh, of course that musclebound ape is still training!" Bulma whined and almost started to sob. "Mom! Are you hurt?!" Trunks was caught by surprise since he had never heard his mother this close to tears. "What's wrong?" "Trunks, I don't know how to say this, but Chi Chi and I have been kidnapped by a race of crazy giant aliens!" The scientist explained. "Giant aliens?!" Trunks exclaimed, causing everyone in the room to stare at him. "Did he just say…" Videl paused. "Giant aliens?" The blond continued Videl's sentence. "Trunks, I don't know how much time I have before they come back! I need you to turn on the computer attached to the phone and look at the coordinates. Can you do that for mommy?" Bulma all but pleaded. "Yeah, no problem." Trunks answered as he turned on the screen. Slowly, the image of Bulma came into focus on the screen in the living room, but something looked off about her appearance. The normally well groomed scientist looked like a mess: her hair wasn't styled perfectly nor was she wearing any makeup. As a matter of fact, she had a big pair of lips imprinted on her forehead in red; it looked like someone who was wearing a lot of lipstick had kissed her on her forehead. "She looks like she's been busy." The blond Android whispered to Videl who immediately started to blush. "I don't think it's like that." The raven haired young woman replied. "Okay, now that the screen is on, go into the settings sub menu and pull up the details tab." The dishevelled mother ordered. The lavender haired boy did as he was told and found the exact location of his Mother's call. It looked like it was somewhere on the other side of the universe. "Mom, you're really far away!" "I know, but it wasn't my idea to get kidnapped!" Bulma barked. "Yeah, but how am I supposed to rescue you if you're on the other side of the universe?" Trunks genuinely wondered. "I have a spaceship in my hanger." Bulma quickly answered and then added, "I need you to get your grandfather to fly your dad and Goku out here." "Who's a naughty baby using Mommy's telephone like a big girl?" A deep, feminine voice boomed in the background behind Bulma. Videl and Eighteen shared confused looks as the audio from the screen reached their ears. Even Trunks, who always had something to say, didn't know what to think as he heard the strange voice come over the speaker of the monitor. After the voice finished talking, they all noticed a huge shadow fall over Bulma as the woman's face went bright red. Immediately, Bulma started sweating and swearing at the person off the screen. "I'm sick and tired of you treating me like this, you stupid bitch! I'm a mother and don't need you-" Bulma's voice was instantly cut off as a pair of giant arms scooped the blue haired scientist away from the phone. Everyone, save for the two babies in the playpen, watched in stunned silence as the smartest woman in the galaxy disappeared from the screen only to reappear moments later draped over a giant alien's knee. What shocked everyone was the fact that Bulma was naked and wearing an adult sized diaper that looked like it was designed for a baby. However, that one piece of clothing was easily ripped from her body exposing her plump ass. A giant hand started raining down swift spanks onto her bottom, causing the proud mother to scream and beg for mercy. "I'm sorry, mommy! I didn't mean to use your phone! I'm so sorry!" The words poured out of her like the urine that was spraying onto the giant's dress covered legs from her crotch. "First you play with mommy's phone and now you pee on me?!" The screen suddenly went black as the signal was interrupted. "We have to save our moms!" Goten shouted. "Don't you think I know that?" Trunks placed his hand on the side of his head and started thinking. "Boys, calm down." Eighteen chimed in, trying to regain control over the two upset boys. "We just have to get a hold of Goku and Vegeta." "But we have to do something now!" The spikey haired half saiyan whined. "Goten is right! That thing was spanking my mom!" Trunks exclaimed as he pulled his hand away from his forehead. "We all saw what happened, Trunks." Videl stated, blushing. "But we have to tell the others before we do anything." "We should just take that spaceship my mom said was in the hangar and go rescue them" The lavender haired boy thought aloud, ignoring Videl. "Really?!" Goten exclaimed in an excited tone. "Why not? We have the coordinates to her location." Trunks grinned slyly as the gears in Goten's head started to turn. "We're not going anywhere until your dads are told about this new development." Eighteen stated in a firm voice. "Does that mean we can fly there on your mom's ship and save our moms?" Goten wondered aloud, putting two and two together. "Not only can we fly there, but will we save our moms and kick every giant's butt that tries to stop us!" Trunks declared with a raised fist. "Yeah!" Goten joined Trunks in raising his fist as the two boys struck a pose. "That sounds great and all that, but shouldn't we wait until Gohan, Goku and Vegeta are informed about this new development?" The blond repeated herself while brushing her hair over her ear with a scowl; she hated being ignored. "Yes, we should." Videl agreed with Android Eighteen, much to the annoyance of the boys. "We've been standing around doing nothing for weeks!" Goten whined. "Yeah, and I'm pretty sure that I could beat those giants up without any help." Trunks added with a cocky grin. "Hey!" Goten exclaimed. "I'm not going to let you rescue my mom without my help!" "Alright, then it's settled. Let's get to the hanger!" The lavender haired boy ordered before he ran off towards the stairs. "Hey!" Eighteen called out to the sprinting boys before she started running after them. "Wait!" Videl was anxious to help in any way she could as she chased after Eighteen and the boys. She wished that Gohan was here with her. If he was around then maybe Goten would actually stop running and listen to her. Goten chased after Trunks who proceeded to lead him, and the women, down the stairs and through the halls that crisscrossed the deep, underground basement of the Capsule Corp compound. The lavender haired half Saiyan pushed his way through a plain door that had the word "Hanger" painted above it. Goten followed his best friend through the door as both Eighteen and Videl caught up to the two rambunctious boys. They all found themselves inside a giant room that looked like it could fit the entire World Martial Arts arena within it. "Trunks! This place is huge!" The black haired boy marveled. "This is Bulma's hanger?" Videl gawked at the enormous area underneath the dome shaped roof. "That's nothing. Check this out!" Trunks boasted as he pressed a button on the wall. The sound of numerous mechanical pistons sounded off in unison as the floor parted, revealing a giant hole in the middle of the hangar. Only seconds after the gap in the floor formed, a gleaming white structure started to rise up from underneath the floor. The ship that slowly came into view looked like a more space worthy version of the original ball shaped ship that Dr. Briefs and Bulma had designed for Goku's trek to Namek. It's flat roof had dome shaped windows that allowed the passengers to observe the stars and It stood on four large, metallic legs. The best way to describe the ship was to compare it with a deep dish pizza. "Woah!" Goten stood there, staring at the spacecraft in awe. "So? What do you guys think? Pretty awesome, huh?" Trunk's asked with an ear to ear grin. "That thing is incredible. I've never seen anything like it!" Videl exclaimed "It's fancy and all that, but we really shouldn't be messing around with Bulma's stuff." The blond remarked in an annoyed tone. Goten continued to stare at the imposing ship as he wondered if they could really reach their moms. "It's really cool, Trunks, but do you know how to fly it?" Trunks was immediately pulled out of his prideful posture by the question. He wasn't exactly a pilot or anything like that, but if his dad could figure it out then so could he! "Yeah, of course I can!" The lavender haired boy answered before he ran over to the ship. "Hey!" Eighteen barked. "Get your little butt away from that ship!" "Wait up!" Goten shouted while climbing up the stairs, chasing after Trunks. "You've got to be kidding me." Videl lamented as her husband's younger brother entered the enormous ship. "I swear, after I drag those two brats out of that ship, I'm going to find Vegeta and break his arm again." Eighteen swore as she made her way to the steps leading up to the ship's entrance. "Isn't that a bit harsh?" Videl asked as she climbed up the stairs with Eighteen. "If anything, I'm being far too lenient." The blond replied as she entered the ship "Hurry up and close the door before the girls can stop us!" The lavender haired boy called out to his friend from his position in the driver's seat. Goten looked over at the half Saiyan who was already strapped into the seat of the ship's cockpit with his hand hovering over the controls, ready to launch the ship. "You touch that button and I'll spank your butt the entire trip." Eighteen threatened. "Wait!" Goten cried out as Trunks pressed a large button on the control panel of the ship's cockpit. With a silent roar of electricity, the ship began to prepare to launch as an unseen internal clock started to count down. Unbeknownst to the boys and the women present, the ship had a thirty second window before it would take off and enter space. Trunks had already typed in the coordinates and simply needed to wait, but Eighteen wasn't going to allow him to sit around. Trunks eyed the controls with an annoyed glare. "Why isn't this thing going anywhere?!" "It's not going anywhere because you have no idea what you're doing." Eighteen replied with a smirk. "Now playtime is over." "But I need to rescue my mom!" Trunks pleaded as he hopped around on one foot due to Eighteen dragging him by the ear towards the door of the ship. "Goten, are you going to be a good boy and get off of this ship or do I have to tell Gohan that you refused to listen to me?" Videl asked, trying to force the boy to exit the spaceship of his own volition. "I'll be good." Goten replied sheepishly and walked past the blond fighter who was now struggling with Trunks. "When I tell my dad that you refused to help us rescue mom, he's going to be so pissed!" The lavender haired boy exclaimed as he tried to regain his grip on the sides of the door of the spaceship. "When is he not pissed off?" The blond asked rhetorically, pulling the boy's hands away from the edge of the door before throwing him off of the ship like a bag of old garbage. "Wasn't that a little much?" Videl asked as she walked up to Eighteen who was staring down at Trunks who laid crumpled up at the bottom of the stairs. "You gotta be firm with that kid. I gave him plenty of chances to listen to me and- " The blond fighter was interrupted by the ship's door automatically shutting in her face, sealing her and Videl within the vessel. "What's happening?!" Videl asked, fear evident in her voice. "I don't know, but I'm willing to bet it has something to do with Trunks." Eighteen replied with a frown. A steady rumble filled the ship as it lifted up off of the floor of the hanger and hovered in place. "Can we shut it down?!" Videl asked, panic starting to get the better of her. Trunks looked up at the hovering ship that Goten was pointing at. Suddenly, it all started to make sense. "Goten! The ship is about to launch!" Without another word spoken between the two boys, the ship blasted through the roof of the hanger and was piercing through the Earth's atmosphere that separated the subterranean hanger from the endless void of space like a bullet flying through a wall. "Eighteen!!" Videl cried as she was thrown against one of the dome shaped windows. The two women were screaming in unison as the ship cleared the Earth's orbit and continued to pick up speed. They were literally traveling so fast that Jupiter and Saturn passed by them in the blink of an eye. They struggled against the gravity that was pinning their bodies down, but finally Eighteen was able to overcome the g force that had initially overwhelmed her. She landed on the floor, walked over to the control panel and yanked the lever up, bringing the ship to a stop which caused Videl to fall to the floor. "Thanks." Videl muttered from the tiled floor where she landed "Are you alright?" Eighteen asked, reaching out to help Videl stand up. "I've been better." The black haired girl answered after she got back onto her feet. "It looks like we're in space." The blond remarked after looking out the window. "Yes, it does." Videl scratched the back of her head. "So, any idea how we're going to get back to Earth?" "I'll see if I can do anything." The blond sat behind the controls and started going through the various menus on the screen before coming to a digital display which showed her map of the stars. It looked like the ship was already on a pre plotted course. "It looks like the brat put us on autopilot or something. The ship's computer says we're going to be wherever Bulma and Chi Chi are in a couple of hours." "What are we supposed to do when we get there?" The younger mother asked before quickly adding, "I can't exactly fight a bunch of giant aliens." Eighteen frowned as she stepped up from the cockpit. "I know that, but I think you're forgetting who you're talking to; I can handle a few giant freaks without breaking a sweat. I'm more worried about the guys not knowing where we're going." "But Trunks will tell them, won't he?" "He will if he can remember the numbers from Bulma's call." The blond fighter replied. "I see." The younger replied, feeling a bit downtrodden. "What should we do in the meantime?" "Well, this ship was built for that arrogant 'Prince.' I bet it has a TV and a fully stocked fridge." Eighteen replied, trying to cheer up Videl. "But I'm not hungry." "I wasn't talking about food." The blond replied with a coy grin. "We could have a few Hetap's to pass the time." "I don't normally drink before dinner." Videl replied. "And I don't normally fly through space on a crash course with a planet full of crazy giant aliens, but there's a first time for everything." "When you say it like that, I guess I could go for a cold Hetap." The younger mom answered sheepishly. "That's the spirit!" Eighteen smiled, ushering Videl to follow her into the kitchen. To Be Continued... If you like DBZ, Femdom, giant women babying normal sized people or cruel punishments then you would like to read the entire story, right? It's at the link below for a $5 pledge. 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  12. And just like that you've regained my interest and have my full, undivided attention. I just hope it's a long chapter.
  13. I didn't misunderstand you at all. My prices are very liquid and aren't quite set in stone. Personally, every commission is different and my prices reflect that.
  14. It's nice to see everyone enjoying my ideas. I've said it before but you did a great job bringing my vision to life. If you guys enjoyed this then you should check out the newest story on his patreon since it's very similar to this.
  15. You know, Lavender... Vivian doesn't know what type of ptotection you wear to bed... I never address the protagonist like that when commenting on a story but for some reason it felt right to do so. Seriously, Lavender could easily bring diapers over, in her purse, and have them be discovered. That said, I wabt to congratulate you on writing so much in such a short period of time! Seriously, 40,000 words is an incredible feat!
  16. It makes me happy to see that you enjoyed that story. In all honesty, I experienced the opposite problem that the OP had to deal with; the client ghosted me after I wrote the story which forced me to end the "honor system" payment method I had been using for years. He actually paid me after I put the story up so maybe him seeing it publicly posted reminded him to pay me? XD You did reach out to me, but I never replied because I was swamped with commissions. In fact, I'm working on ten different comms as we speak, but that's why I don't put my information up; I'd rather have people message me so I can get to know them and understand exactly what they want to read in a commission.
  17. I always enjoy reading your work. It may be short and a brief glimpse into the DD, but I absolutely loved it!
  18. Well, that was the shortest chapter I've ever read of anything. I don't even know what comes next and that's one of my favorite parts of these stories; trying to guess what comes next.
  19. Okay, I have to ask... I know what Chi Chi's haircut looks like since Pan only had one hairstyle as a baby(on screen), but Bulla had two. Did you seriously write that the machine cut all of her hair off except for the little bit on top like when Bulla was a newborn? If so, does this mean that Bulma is now seen as younger than Chi Chi? Regardless of all that, this was the best chapter so far! Please don't spare any detail on the next one!
  20. I can't believe that I missed this newest chapter. You certainly did a nice job combining two different types of punishments into one really horrible punishment. Being spanked and mouth soaped at the same time is pretty wild. I wonder if these big babies learned their lesson?
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