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This is a sequel to my story, Product Testing, which you can read here. Hope you like it. 🥴🥴🤔 In the two months since Bulma had asked Chi-Chi to help her test out her child care devices, they had not improved from the extremely diminished mental state that they had been brought to while entering the care of Prototype 21 of Bulma's Robot Nanny project. In truth, Prototype 21 was a reincarnation of Android 21, brought about by Son Goku's request to King Yemma. She was quite content with her new existence and expertly manipulated Bulma and Chi-Chi into entering the exact machines that would both provide enough brain damage to keep them complient and used enough special baby powder to keep them incontinent for a year and mask their true ages from 21's fellow machines, keeping them in a babyfied state. Just then, 21's attention was brought back to reality when Bulma and Chi-Chi began crying. "Aw..." 21 said. "Mama's little girls need their milkies?" Prototype 21 picked Bulma and Chi-Chi up and brought them to her chest, with baby bottles filled with milk inside. The two began drinking the milk. She groaned a little since the Senzu Bean extract that was mixed into the milk had allowed their teeth to grow back, and 21 knew that their minds weren't far behind. However, she still enjoyed her new babies enjoying their drink. As Bulma drank, she blinked her eyes and felt her head, aside from a small tuft of hair, she was completely bald. Confused as to what was happening, she looked and saw the answer. She was sucking from Android 21's artificial teet and suddenly remembered everything. She remembered inviting Chi-Chi to help her test out her inventions and how Chi-Chi's impatience lead to the two of them being made incontinent for a year, at best, and they were stuck being Prototype 21's makeshift babies. Annoyed and enraged by this sudden walk down memory lane, Bulma tried to resist the Nanny's hold on her, but it was too strong. She looked over at Chi-Chi, completely bald, and saw her trying to fight back too. Clearly she wasn't happy with how the past couple of months had gone by either. Prototype 21 sighed at the realization that Bulma and Chi-Chi were back to normal but continued feeding them anyway since their addiction to Bulma's special pacifiers, still compelled them to drink her healing milk. Eventually, the bottles were emptied, and the two were pulled away as the two gasped. They both blushed beat red over how badly things had gone since Chi-Chi had arrived. Chi-Chi immediately went back to what she did best, shouting. "You can’t treat us like little babies!!" Chi-Chi yelled. "We're adults and mothers! Now let us go!!" "Oh, I can't do that Baby Chi-Chi." 21 cooed. "You and your big sister need burpies." Prototype 21 draped Chi-Chi and Bulma over her shoulders as an extra set of arms came out of her back and patted their backs until they both burped. "There we go." 21 said soothingly. "What good babies." "Computer," Bulma began in utter humiliation. "Deactivate Robot Nanny." "Cannot acknowledge." The nursery said. "Infant occupants are still inside." Bulma began crying again. At least for the past two months, she had been a dumb baby. Now she was stuck here with Chi-Chi and fully aware of what happened to them. With no other recourse, Bulma began crying like a spoiled brat as Prototype 21 went back to cradling them before her pacifier was shoved into her mouth. Still accidcted to it thanks to her own genius, Bulma instantly began sucking on it. "Bath time!" 21 called out in her sing-song voice. "I don't want a bath!" Chi-Chi shouted. "I want out of here!" "Oh, you can't leave yet, Chi-Chi." 21 said simply. "You’re too young." "I'm fifty-five years old!!" Chi-Chi yelled in sheer annoyance. However, before she could say anymore, 21 shoved Chi-Chi's pacifier into her mouth. "My, my." 21 said with a smirk. "What an imagination you have." Prototype 21 then rolled over to a pink plastic tub and set them in it before pulling out their pacifiers. Before the two could begin shouting again, Prototype 21 began gently scrubbing their backs, and they both started relaxing. Prototype 21 then began cleaning the rest of their bodies, and while they gagged when their faces were clean, they still enjoyed their impromptu bath. Prototype 21 then began tickling their feet, making them laugh. Eventually, Prototype 21 took the two out and dried them off easily with a towel. She then wrapped three new cloth diapers around Chi-Chi and Bulma's respective pelvises and tied a purple bonnet with orange frills onto Chi-Chi's head along with a matching bib plus equally matching booties and mittens. Bulma was put in a pink bonnet with white frills before getting her own matching set of a bib, mittens and booties. "Aw..." 21 cooed. "Don’t you two look adorable?" Bulma had to admit that they did indeed look adorable, and unfortunately they had no choice but to wait for the effects of her special baby powder to wear off before they could leave. Chi-Chi, however, remained as annoyed as ever. "Nap time." 21 said soothingly as she picked the two up and rolled over to the bassinets the two slept in. Prototype 21 set each adult baby into their respective bassinet before tucking them in. Before Chi-Chi could shout about the situation again, 21 put her pacifier back into Chi-Chi's mouth, and she was sucking on it immediately and fell asleep not long after. Bulma was given her pacifier next, and she fell asleep too. In her dreams, she was being praised for revolutionizing motherhood with her inventions while her daughter Bulla was being tended to by Prototype 21, much to the teenager's annoyance. Chi-Chi, however, dreamed of being outside of Bulma's little fun house and observed Bulma getting babied by the machines as she was being rendered mentally incompetent by the various machines. After an hour the two woke up to the smiling face of 21 as she effortlessly picked them both up and used her extra arms to check their diapers, much to their embarrassment. Bulma just blushed, knowing it was pointless to resist, while Chi-Chi struggled and shrieked behind her pacifier, though 21 didn't give her much mind. Eventually the extra arms returned to 21's back as she smiled at the two mortified women. "All clean." 21 said with a smile. "Now I believe it's playtime." Prototype 21 put the two in a playpen and closed it. The mat was green with numbers on it, and there were various blocks with letters on them. There were also several stuffed animals. Bulma grabbed one that looked like Shenron, the Eternal Dragon, while Chi-Chi just laid there on her stomach, looking around. "Let’s get out of here." Chi-Chi said quietly. "We're two smart women." "We'd never get out of the testing area." Bulma said sadly. "If we tried to run off, Prototype 21 would instantly chase after us, not to mention the Robot Butler and the Robot Nurse Maids. Our only option is to wait out the year, hopefully." "What do you mean hopefully?!" Chi-Chi said angrily. "Well," Bulma began. "I never tested out the effects of sustained continual use of the baby powder the punishment machines use, and there's only so much of the normal powder this place has. If the Robot Nanny started using that again, it could be disastrous for our bowel and bladder control." Hearing this, Chi-Chi screamed into the carpet before just lying there moodily. She was dressed like a baby, complete with three diapers, and she was bald as Master Roshi. She couldn't imagine a worse situation. After a few minutes of playing, Chi-Chi realized that it could indeed get worse. As she was laying there, she felt herself wet her diaper. Chi-Chi couldn't believe it. She hadn't even realized she was peeing until it was too late. What did Bulma even do to make that dammed powder?! Overwhelmed with emotions, Chi-Chi immediately began crying. Bulma was crying too, and Chi-Chi knew it was because of the powder with the way Bulma was avoiding putting pressure on her diapered area. In almost no time at all, Prototype 21 arrived at the scene. She immediately brought out her extra arms and picked up both women before setting them down on adjoining changing tables. Knowing that Bulma was right, and that she had to let the Robot Nanny do as it would since her wet diaper happened without her even realizing it, she stayed still as 21 removed both of their diapers. Then 21 expertly cleaned Bulma and Chi-Chi's private areas simultaneously before lifting their ankles up and setting down three new cloth diapers under each of their butts. From there, the Nanny brought out two bottles of baby powder in both of her main arms and sprayed Bulma and Chi-Chi's butts and groins with it. Bulma began crying even harder at this. She wanted to know if it was the same type of powder as in the Youth Machine but didn't dare ask, knowing she wouldn't like the answer. Following that, the Nanny wrapped Chi-Chi's diapers around her pelvis and secured them with four safety pins, two on each side. Prototype 21 then did the same for Bulma. Once the two were changed, 21 picked them back up and brought them back to the playroom. Chi-Chi was laid down on her stand and fastened into it. She angrily glared and the various colored rings supported by the rod in front of her and crossed her arms, angrily sucking on her pacifier. Bulma, however, was put into her baby walker and began walking around, ignoring the requests from the TV to push different buttons as she was in no mood for games after having thought about her and Chi-Chi's situation. Prototype 21 just smiled at the two. They were so cute, trying to outthink her, but they were trapped in here for a year, whether they liked it or not. To be continued...

Here's a new story inspired by Cya's story, Not Worth It. Hope you like it. ?? Chi-Chi walked over to Capsule Corp. She wished she had an excuse not to, but between still having the Flying Nimbus and Goku leaving with Shenron after the fight with Omega Shenron, she honestly had nothing better to do. Chi-Chi signed sadly. Both her sons had grown up, and her granddaughter, Pan, had just finished her freshman year at Orange Star High. She never felt lonelier, despite living next door to Gohan and Videl. So she was reluctantly happy to be called over by Bulma. Her old friend greeted her happily as she entered the building. Bulma's hair had grown out, being done up in a ponytail, and she wasn't wearing lipstick. She also wore a blue shirt with gray pants. "Glad you could make it!" Bulma said earnestly. "Come with me." The two walked to the far end of the lab as Chi-Chi looked at Bulma. "You know," Chi-Chi began. "Goku was right. You do look younger without lipstick." "Good to know." Bulma said, half sarcastically. "Look, I asked you here to try out a new invention with me." "Um," Chi-Chi asked nervously as Bulma led her into a room and locked the door behind them. "What kind of invention?" "Well," Bulma began. "Ever since I had Bulla, I got the idea in my head to make automated child care products. The initial nursery worked good, so I decided to branch out." "So what do you need me for?" Chi-Chi asked, already guessing the answer. "I need you to help me test my new inventions out." Bulma said eagerly. "Oh no!" Chi-Chi said flatly. "I'm not letting myself be manhandled while you sit behind a control panel!" "Actually, I'd be going in with you." Bulma explained. "Huh?" Chi-Chi asked, shocked at Bulma's confidence. "Do you know how boring it's been since Goku left?" Bulma argued. "I don't know." Chi-Chi said. "I'll pay you ten million zeni." Bulma said quickly. "Now I am." Chi-Chi said quickly. "Great!" Bulma said. "Don't worry about anyone catching us. Only a voice command from me can open the door." "Okay." Chi-Chi sighed. "What first?" "Those turnstiles will get us ready." Bulma explained. "Just pick one and walk through." Chi-Chi went through the one right in front of her as she realized she was on some kind of treadmill. As she was forced to continue in a circle, she felt her dress get removed, leaving only the green shirt she'd been wearing underneath it. She then sneezed as she felt talcum powder being rained down on her. Next, her panties were removed, and she felt a thick cloth get wrapped around her waist while she heard safety pins being opened before feeling a slight shiver as cold metal brushed against her thighs. Finally, she felt something get tied onto her head before the belt finally stopped, and she found herself on the other side of the door. Seeing a mirror, she realized that she was wearing a cloth diaper like she used to use on Gohan and Goten. She was also wearing a purple baby bonnet. She then saw Bulma emerge with a cloth diaper instead of her pants and a pink baby bonnet. "So, ready to go?" Bulma asked. "That's seriously something you're gonna sell?" Chi-Chi asked, pointing at the turnstile. "Oh no." Bulma said. "That's just to get us ready. The powder in there's designed to cloud the sensors of all the devices in here, or else the machines would know we're not babies." "Oh." Chi-Chi said, a little concerned. "Don't worry." Bulma said. "It wears off in two hours. Let's go." Chi-Chi shrugged as she followed Bulma through a maze of contraptions. To be continued...

Here's a sequel to my story, Washu's Baby Bundle Inventions. Here's the link if you want to read that first. Hope you like it. 😃😮‍💨😋😏😒 Ayeka was powdering Ryoko's butt with baby powder as a fresh, adult-sized, cloth diaper was laying under her butt. She rolled her eyes at the sight. It had been three days since Washu had finished her "lessons" to teach them about caring for babies, and Ryoko, and admittedly Ayeka as well, still hadn't fully regained their potty training. Or perhaps Ryoko was just being lazy, as usual. "You expect me to believe you haven't recovered yet?!" Ayeka asked moodily as she wrapped the diaper around Ryoko's pelvis. "Hey, don't blame me!" Ryoko argued. "Blame whatever Washu put in that milk!" Ayeka groaned and used a safety pin in the middle to hold the diaper in place. The two then stood up as Ryoko was still smirking. Ayeka, however, was still dubious. They both agreed that they had gotten all they could out of watching Washu's infantilization at the hands of the Inventions she had subjected them to. However, Ayeka was reluctant to follow through with Ryoko's plan, despite the fact that ion storms would be keeping Tenchi and their daughters on Jurai for another month. "Are you sure about this?" Ayeka asked. "Mihoshi and Kiyone haven't done anything to us." "Hey, who better to practice on than an overgrown baby?" Ryoko said. "And if Kiyone isn't going through it too, you know she'll rat us out to Tenchi's grandfather." "Well..." Ayeka relented. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to test out our maternal skills." "That’s the spirit, Ayeka!" Ryoko said impishly. Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Ryoko eagerly opened it. On the other side were Mihoshi and Kiyone. Mihoshi had dark skin, blonde hair, and large blue eyes. She was wearing a pink sweater and tan slacks. Kiyone was fair-skinned with long green hair and narrow, blue eyes. In addition to an orange headband, she also wore a white sweater and black jeans. "So you said you wanted our help with something?" Mihoshi asked innocently. "Oh yes." Ayeka said. "Miss Washu gave us a crash course on child rearing, and we were wondering if you could help us see how much we've learned." "Well sure!" Mihoshi said excitedly. "Hold on." Kiyone said. "What do you need us to do?" "Oh just help Washu prepare the dolls me and Ayeka will practice with." Ryoko said quickly. "So where is Miss Washu?" Mihoshi asked. "In her lab." Ayeka said. "Would you go get her?" The two went to the door into Washu's lab. Once it was opened, gray mechanical arms with white gloves for hands grabbed Kiyone and Mihoshi, pulling them into the lab as they screamed in terror. Ryoko just giggled and sat down on the couch, watching the TV as it was about to show her and Ayeka what Mihoshi and Kiyone were in for. Inside the lab, Kiyone was struggling against the arms while Mihoshi began kicking her feet in the air, as if that'd do any good. Kiyone knew it was on her to free them and figure out what Washu, Ryoko, and Ayeka were planning. However, it became apparent that they couldn't free themselves from the arms, so Kiyone decided to get the lay of the land as the arms were carrying the two to a very colorful corner of Washu's lab. "Washu!" Mihoshi called out. "Ryoko! Ayeka! Something's gone wrong! Help us!!" Kiyone groaned at Mihoshi's cluelessness. Eventually, they were set down in a green room and onto a conveyor belt. The two looked around nervously, trying to gage what exactly was in store for them. "Thank you for volunteering for the great Washu's Baby Care Course." A mechanized version of Washu's voice said from the ceiling. "Here, you'll learn first hand the ups and downs of a child's early life." "First hand experience?!" Kiyone asked in alarm. "So, we're going to help Ryoko and Ayeka care for babies?" Mihoshi asked confusedly. "No." The voice said simply. "You will become babies that Ryoko and Ayeka will then care for." "Babies?!!" Mihoshi and Kiyone said at once. Before they could even try to get off of the belt, one of the arms pulled a lever near the belt, and the belt carried them forward. When they saw a giant blue box in front of them, Mihoshi and Kiyone ran off, desperately trying to avoid a second infancy. However, as the two were beginning to gain ground, Mihoshi's left shoe came untied, causing her to trip and accidentally knock Kiyone down, causing them to be carried towards the machine at alarming speeds, despite them trying to crawl away in desperation. Unfortunately, when Mihoshi and Kiyone stumbled down, they ended up side by side as they attempted to crawl away. As such, when they were within a few inches of the blue box, the cuffs of Mihoshi's slacks and Kiyone's jeans got caught up in the part of the belt that met the box. As such, though they tried to run away, their pants kept being pulled by the belt until they were completely pulled into the box, and their pants were torn to shreds. Inside, Kiyone and Mihoshi were left in a bit of a daze as yellow mechanical arms with the same white gloves for hands grabbed the two and stripped them of their sweaters, their panties and bras, and even Kiyone's headband. As this was going on, Mihoshi could only cry while Kiyone shouted at the top of her lungs. She wasn't about to let herself be treated like a Looney Tune just because Washu, Ryoko, and Ayeka wanted to play house. "Let us out of here, Washu!!" Kiyone shouted, mistakingly believing that she was the brains behind this mechanized prank. "I swear, I'll punch your lights out when I see you!!" "Help!!" Mihoshi cried loudly. "Ryoko! Ayeka! Please help us!" However, their screams and cries fell on deaf ears. Once their shoes and socks were taken off, the belt carried them forward. Mihoshi and Kiyone left the blue box as naked as the day they were born. Mihoshi was first, and Kiyone was second. Mihoshi's next stop on the belt was at a green cube. A steel clamp came from the other side and secured itself around Mihoshi's waist. A mechanical arm like the ones from the belt came out. It struck Mihoshi several times on the butt, and she instantly started crying. Mihoshi was then released and continued down the belt. Kiyone came up a few seconds later and got secured to the station too. The mechanical arm then came up and slapped Kiyone's butt a few times. Kiyone remained silent, not even daring to curse out Washu, Ryoko, or Ayeka. It definitely hurt, but she refused to give them the satisfaction of her crying. As such, Kiyone got another round of spankings. She teared up but managed to remain tight lipped. This went on until the fifth round of spankings where Kiyone finally began crying, her butt blazing red from the repeated strikes to it. The belt then moved forward, carrying the girls to the next station. Mihoshi arrived at two green boxes on either end of her. Instead of hands this time, the mechanical arms ended in brushes that scrubbed Mihoshi's back. Mihoshi gasped a little when they cleaned her butt but was happy at some tender treatment. The arms that brought her and Kiyone to the belt then came down and turned Mihoshi onto her back. Mihoshi's front was then cleaned, making her giggle profusely. She was then moved forward, much happier than before. When Kiyone arrived at the station shortly afterwards, she saw the brushes and tried to crawl forward, but the arms returned and shoved her head onto the belt, leaving her butt sticking in the air as that and the rest of her back was thoroughly cleaned. Once that was done, the arms moved Kiyone onto her back and held her forehead down as her front was cleaned. "You can't do this to me!!" Kiyone yelled. "I'm a Galaxy Police--" Before she could finish, the brushes began cleaning her mouth, making her spit and gag. The brushes continued cleaning Kiyone, ignoring her angry shouts until she was completely clean, and Kiyone was sent off, grumbling about what just happened. She was going to make sure Ryoko and Ayeka paid for tricking them into this torture machine. The next station Mihoshi arrived at was surprisingly simple. A mechanical arm like the ones that had stripped her naked and spanked her came out of the now familiar green cube and began tickling Mihoshi. She giggled and even squealed with laughter before the belt carried her forward. Kiyone arrived next and couldn't help but laugh as she was tickled. She knew she should try to escape but couldn't help but feel refreshed after being manhandled in the last few sections. Eventually, the tickling stopped, and Kiyone sighed while the belt carried her forward. Mihoshi arrived at the next station where a mechanical arm came out of the cube, holding a powder puff and patted Mihoshi's groin and stomach, making Mihoshi giggle as the baby powder was spread out. A second mechanical arm came out with a spatula, put it under Mihoshi, and flipped her like a pancake, making her shriek in shock. Afterwards, the first hand patted Mihoshi's butt with baby powder, and she was sent off. Kiyone arrived shortly afterwards and sneezed profusely as her stomach and groin were powdered. The second arm then flipped Kiyone onto her stomach as she screamed in alarm. Once she was on her stomach, her butt was powdered, and the belt sent Kiyone on her way. As Kiyone was carried forward, she saw that she and Mihoshi were near the diapering station and knew she needed to act fast. She crawled forward until she was only an inch or two behind Mihoshi. Every second was going to count if this was to work. Hitting a small bump, Mihoshi was flipped onto a waiting cloth diaper that had been set down by the arms at the next station. However, unlike the last few stations, the box for these arms was much higher up, and the arms were much longer and appeared more nimble. A second after Mihoshi was flipped onto the diaper, Kiyone landed on top of her and used the confusion to jump off the belt and run off in the direction of the door out of the lab. Mihoshi tried to follow her, but both arms held her in place. As such, a third arm came out of the box and grabbed Kiyone by the neck, making her gag. "Let me go!!" Kiyone yelled. "I'll throw the book at you, Washu!!!" As Kiyone continued shouting, yet another arm came up with a small hammer and hit her on the head. With that, her mind seemed to switch off, and all she could do was giggle and coo. An orange baby bonnet was then put on Kiyone's head, and she was brought back to Mihoshi. The two extra arms shoved the two together, causing Kiyone's legs to bend into a kneeling state that pinned Mihoshi's arms to the back of the diaper while her head was resting on Kiyone's crotch. The arms then wrapped the diaper around Mihoshi, making her marvel at how big it was before she realized that it was completely covering her. "Wait!!" Mihoshi shouted, but it was too late. The diaper was folded around Mihoshi and Kiyone's lower half and secured with a large safety pin through the middle. If anyone saw Kiyone now, they'd see a mentally handicapped woman with green hair, very tan legs, and an enormous butt. Mihoshi kicked her legs as much as possible, her only course of action in her current state. "Help!" The muffled voice of Mihoshi said from behind the diaper. "Somebody help us!" "Mamama." Kiyone cooed, being completely out of it. The belt carried Kiyone and Mihoshi to the next station where a mechanical arm held a hose with a baby bottle nipple at the end. It was connected to a cylinder that held a gallon of milk. The arm put the nipple into Kiyone's mouth, and she immediately drank it down, ending up with a pot belly once the cylinder was emptied. Mihoshi could only groan as she could hear the rumbling of her stomach and hoped they got out of this before Kiyone needed a diaper change. Next, the belt carried the packaged duo to a mannequin without arms and wearing a pink dress. Just then, yellow mechanical arms like the rest of the belt came out and picked up Kiyone and Mihoshi. Mihoshi kicked her legs as hard as she could, not knowing what was happening, but she was unable to do anything as the mannequin began patting Kiyone's lower back as Mihoshi heard an ominous gurgle from Kiyone's stomach and began whimpering. Eventually, Kiyone burped, and the two were set back down on the belt. It then moved the two forward, Kiyone still smiling like an idiot and babbling like a baby. "Babawa." Kiyone cooed, making Mihoshi concerned about her partner's mental state. At the end of the belt, the arms that put them on the belt in the first place put orange mittens on Kiyone's hands and matching booties on Mihoshi's feet. The arms then put the two on the ground and patted Kiyone's head. Kiyone just cooed, still completely out of it. "Now I hope you kids learned about treating kids like individuals." The voice that had greeted them earlier said. "Enjoy your stay and your second infancy." Mihoshi, knowing she was their only hope now, walked around blindly, hoping to run into Washu. She was very unsteady thanks to Kiyone's unconscious body being on top of her and couldn't see thanks to the surprisingly thick cloth diaper that she was wrapped up in. "Hello?!" Mihoshi called out, her voice still muffled. "Miss Washu? Ryoko? Ayeka? Sasami? Tenchi?" Mihoshi continued walking around, not knowing where she was going or if Kiyone would come to her senses. "Anybody?" Mihoshi asked tearfully. To be continued...

Ryoko was fuming as she walked to Washu's lab. Nine months of carrying Tenchi's baby girl, Rika, and Washu had the nerve to send her and Tenchi to Jurai, allegedly to meet Funaho, and ask her to come have a "class" on child reering. To make matters worse, Ryoko was doing this with Ayeka, who had also had a baby with Tenchi, Achika, but at least Misaki will have a ball playing with the babies. She saw Ayeka and groaned. "Look," Ryoko said as Ayeka glared at her. "We just have to stomach whatever Washu's planned for us and go back to normal once Tenchi comes back with the kids." "All right." Ayeka sighed. "For Tenchi and the girls." "For Tenchi and the girls." Ryoko agreed. Ryoko opened the door, and they headed into Washu's lab. As they entered the garden, they saw Washu at her computer as usual before she stood up, smiling. "Now then ladies," Washu said enthusiastically. "What we're going to do is teach you two about raising children by example." "So what?" Ryoko asked. "You're gonna have us care for dolls?" "No." Washu said with a familiar smirk. "I'm going to show you what being a helpless little infant is like." "Well," Ayeka said smugly. "Ryoko surely needs such extreme measures, but I don't!" "Ha!" Washu shouted. "Yeah, right." Washu pushed a button on her computer, and the two were grabbed by various mechanical arms. The arms brought the two to Washu's proper lab and hovered over a dark cube. "This will teach you how easy it is for a baby to be shaken up." Washu explained. Ryoko was then dropped into the cube as it lit up for Ayeka to see a gaggle of mechanical arms. Ryoko groaned as she felt herself moving backwards before she looked behind her to see a buzzsaw. She ran for dear life but didn't get any further as she realized that she was on a conveyor belt. She saw Washu on a screen and smirked and pulled a lever as a boxing glove hit Ryoko in the gut and knocking her into the saw. Ryoko screamed and leapt up as Ayeka was dropped down. Ryoko slammed her head into a winch that shoved her into a high chair with a hole in the bottom that left her butt sticking out. The tray then snapped into place, trapping Ryoko in the chair. A pair of clippers then came up and shaved Ryoko bald. "You bitch!!" Ryoko shrieked, not caring that she could regrow her hair once she gets a minute. A rack of rolling pins then come up and hit Ryoko in the head to the tune of "Pioneer". The chair then pulled Ryoko over to a rack of boots that kick her in the butt to the same tune. Eventually, the tray released just as the last boot kicked Ryoko away. While all of this was happening to Ryoko, Ayeka was crawling on the belt to avoid a paddle wheel that had replaced the buzzsaw, thankfully. Again, Washu pulled the lever, but this time, two mechanical arms held Ayeka down as the paddles continually spanks her until Ryoko was kicked out of the high chair, and the arms tossed Ayeka upwards. After Ryoko was flung out of the chair, she landed head first into a hole as her neck was clamped in place while a pair of boxing gloves began punching her in the face and the back of her head. While Ryoko was being punched, Ayeka slammed into the winch which pushed her into the chair before Ayeka was clamped in place by the tray and shaved bald. "I beg your pardon!" Ayeka shouted. "Just what is the meaning of this, Washu?" "To have less cushioning." Washu explained. "For what?!" Ayeka asked. The rack of rolling pins then came down and hit Ayeka in the head until she began drooling from all the head trauma. Ayeka was then moved to the boots and kicked in the butt, making her start crying. "MAMA!!!" Ayeka shrieked. After Ryoko's second beating, the clamp was released, and a pair of arms came down and picked Ryoko up and lifted her to a barrel of yellow liquid. Ryoko was then stripped naked and dunked into the barrel several times before she was lifted out. She suddenly realized that she felt much weaker. She wiggled her legs and was relieved that she could still move, though she was still not liking losing her strength. Once Ryoko was lifted out of the hole, Ayeka was kicked into it. She was then clamped in place, and the boxing gloves began punching her in the face and the back of the head. After Ryoko was dipped in the liquid, the arms brought her to a table that had folded out, and she was placed on it with the arms holding her firmly in place. Another pair of arms came up and lifted her legs up before setting a cloth diaper down. She tried to struggle, but in her weakened state, the arms didn't budge. She then got her butt liberally sprinkled with baby powder, and the diaper was folded around her crotch before it was held in place with a safety pin. Ayeka, meanwhile, was crying worse than ever as she was picked up by the arms, stripped naked, and dunked into the barrel of yellow liquid, with her swallowing a good deal of it. The liquid rendered Ayeka barely able to move as she finally began calming down. Ryoko was finally brought to a crib and set into it as she got a blue baby bonnet with pink frills tied onto her head. Ayeka was being powered and diapered as this was going on, with Ryoko watching as she grew her hair back. However, it did nothing to loosen the bonnet. Ayeka was placed in a crib next to Ryoko and given a purple baby bonnet with blue frills as she grabbed the rails of her crib and pulled herself up to stand unsteadily next to her. The cribs began to rise out of the cube, and Ayeka shrieked, grabbing Ryoko's hair and making her call out, making Ayeka giggle before Ryoko slapped her diapered butt, making Ayeka whimper before they were brought to Washu's screen. "Well let's see what we've learned." Washu said as she snapped her fingers, and Ayeka's brain trauma was fixed. "Big deal." Ryoko groaned. "Babies are sensitive! We knew that." "And I didn't appweciate being hit on the head so much!" Ayeka shouted before gasping. "My voice!" "That'll be the numbing agent to make sure neither of you break anything." Washu explained. "As for the head hitting, think how bad it'd be if one of you lost your temper and hit one of the girls." The two groaned, knowing she was right. "Now," Washu said. "The rest of the lessons are hidden throughout this part of the lab." The arms deposited Ryoko and Ayeka on the floor. "Look around and have fun." Washu said with a smirk. "They aren't all torturous." To be continued...

This is a new story about two mothers who happened to be ABDLs. I tried to write it as a fairly realistic depiction. If you like to read up to the good stuff, I'd recommend that you check out my Patreon. https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213 Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this story! Chapter 1: Pamela's Pacifier "I'll be right back, gotta grab my bud." The nineteen year old, Olivia Witherford grinned to her boyfriend as she got out of his old Honda Civic. "Sounds good, babe. I'll text Joey that we need some Swishers." Olivia nodded, and made her way up to her parent's two story suburban McMansion. The house was your typical suburban house, but only more expensive due to the fact it was located inside "Coral Cove"; an exclusive gated community that had its own Golf course. The young woman slowly pushed open the front door and stepped over the threshold. Normally she wouldn't be so secretive, but her dad was out of town which meant that she had to watch out fof her- "Olivia Ann Witherford!" Came the annoyed voice of her mother, Pamela Whiterford. The much older woman had a good fifty pounds on her daughter, but it was all situated in the right places. Her breasts strained against her dress shirt, barely hidden from sight, as the forty three year old woman sat up from the couch. "You've been seeing that boy again, haven't you!? Olivia sighed as she walked the short distance to the living room. "What makes you say that?" "Don't play dumb with me, young lady. I heard that piece of junk coming here from over a mile away!" "Whatever, mom. I'm just going to hang out with Oscar and a few friends up on the ridge. It's no big deal." "No, it is a big deal! I sit here, worried about you driving around in that death trap all night. Not to mention what the neighbors must think every time they hear you get dropped off. Seriously, it sounds like an old, busted vacuum that's about to explode!" "I wouldn't have to drive around in that thing if you hadn't talked daddy out of buying me a car for my birthday!" Pamela's eyes narrowed as her frown lines became more pronounced. It wasn't like she didn't take care of her face, but she was at that age where time was slowly starting to show itself. "Do you think you really deserve a car after dropping out of community college? How ashamed that made me and your father feel, but that big hearted man still wanted to spoil his little princess with a car." Pamela sighed. "If it was up to me, I'd have given you ten swats on your dumb little ass for every thousand dollars that car would have costed us." "Ugh. I'm not dumb, mom!" Olivia shot back. "So, let me take a guess. You just wanted to fail every class and look like an idiot?" "That's so fucked up! How could you say that about me?" Olivia felt her voice rise as she shouted at her mom. "Because I didn't raise a delinquent!" The forty three year old shot back. "I tried my best. I set curfews. Hired tutors to help you get good grades. I got you into soccer and paid for flute lessons! I've always tried to keep you out of trouble by setting strict guidelines since your father was always away on work when I needed him most. Then you turned eighteen and started this little bullshit rebellious phase of yours!" "I'm not a kid anymore and this isn't a phase!" Olivia shot back. "So, I can expect to see you for the next twenty years everyday? Living under my roof and eating my food?" "Look, I am trying to find a job, but-" "You can't even keep a job mopping floors at Burger Star! How are you supposed to be productive when you get fired from every job you've had this year?!" "Maybe because I want something more out of life than mopping up dirty floors, you ever think of that?" Olivia questioned. "How do you expect to find a good job when you don't have anything positive on your resume? When I was younger than you, I already had made numerous contacts from my years of babysitting after school and got a job as secretary of-" "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Secretary of Edelman Law Group. I've heard this story a million times before, mom." Olivia rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to change diapers just so I might get lucky and get a job answering phones!" "Ughhhh, I don't even know what to do with you anymore!" Pamela groaned. "One of these days, we're going to have a very serious talk." "Good. So I can go now?" "Yes. You can go straight to your room!" Pamela declared in a no nonsense tone. "You're such a bitch." Olivia shouted as she walked away from her mother and made her way up the stairs. Once Pamela heard her daughter slam her bedroom door, she sat back down and sighed. "That girl is going to be the death of me!" Eyeing her half sipped glass of red wine, the middle aged mother leaned forward and took another drink. She then waited until she heard Olivia's boyfriend take off in that loud hunk of junk. "Finally! I need this so bad right now." Reaching into her purse, the forty three year old woman fished out a rather large and uniquely designed custom pacifier. She kept it with her at all times, for situations like this, when she needed something to soothe her soul. Many a smoke break were spent with the buxom blond sat in her office, door locked, while she slurped on her pink paci in privacy. She let the infantile object dangle from her right index finger while she pulled out her dentures with her left hand. With her dentures sat on the table she pushed the big bulb of her binky home, letting her mouth go to work. A steady rhythm soon developed as she slurped on it, sucking it in and out while the large ring on the pink pacifier occasionally clacked against its mouth guard. 'I'm so stressed out. I have to try and get a spot tomorrow.' To Be Continued... Want to read more? You can read up to the part where diapers get introduced on my Patreon. https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213