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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
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Hi guys! I've been told this particular story has some politic tendencies. I'm not American, I'm actually from Peru, living in Peru. Anyway, the political aspects of it are to develop the characters in less conventional way. Hope you enjoy it! .............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. It was a hot summer morning when Helena arrived at her ballet academy. She worked hard the entire year to market her brand-new little girlsβ division. Her method was new and innovative and would take those little girls to become the best ballet dancers in the world. But, as the day of the grand opening drew closer, she discovered one simple truth about living in a first-world country. People, especially mothers, can be assholes. Classes hadnβt even begun, and she already had dozens of complaints of preoccupied mothers with nothing better to do with their lives than micromanaging their daughters. Not to mention the helicopter trend everyone in America eagerly jumped into. She couldnβt believe she was missing the days of hard work in Belarus. But it didnβt matter. It was the first day, and she was going to enjoy it. No matter how difficult parents were, she knew she had it in her to deal with the mothers. She had even gone as far as to use makeup that morning. Not as if she needed it. The twenty six-year-oldβs fair skin was impeccable. Her body was something to marvel at. Her fashion sense was beyond what most people in America could even comprehend. And all of it combined with her methodic and pragmatic mind. A force of nature, some called her, and they were right. Few things were out of her control, and if parents thought they could come and press her into giving their daughter special treatment, they had something else coming. She opened the door to the academy. The place had cost her a lot of money, but it was worth it. Her husband was willing to invest, and she had proven resourceful. Beautiful as she was, her mind and dominant personality actually got Robert to marry her. She knew that. And she knew that whatever she decided to do with her life, she would succeed. βGood morning, Miss Helena,β said her assistant. βMorning, Greta.β Greta was an older woman, around forty-five. Very husky and stern. She dressed the part and intimidated the shit out of most people that met her. However, Helena found her presence comforting. Greta reminded her of her old ballet teacher. The one that had turned her from a scared little girl into the woman she was now. βAre you ready for the kids?β Greta nodded. βI will need your help, uhm, dealing with the parents. They can be, uhm, a little out of touch with reality.β Greta nodded again, βIβve got just the thing to deal with immature girls.β βPerfect,β said Helena, βThen letβs begin the day.β Chapter One Marissa couldnβt believe how bad traffic was that morning. She left an hour earlier βcause she knew that taking Camille to her ballet lessons was important for the girl. Her husband was not going to do it, and even if she had an important meeting that morning, Camille was her life. Her own mother never took her to any type of lesson, not even to school. She was a drunk and an absent parent, and Camille wasnβt going to deal with that. Not if she could help it. Marissa was not going to be like her mother. Camille looked so much like Marissa herself. The girl had the same perfect eyebrows and hazel eyes. Although, obviously, Marissa was much taller and with massive breasts. Even for someone with a kid, she kept herself looking fine. Some would call her a MILF. She would call herself a sexy, independent, and powerful woman. βMom, itβs going to start soon.β βItβs okay, darling. Weβll be there in no time.β βYou promise?β Marissa nodded. βSheβs supposed to be the best of the best. I wanna make a good impression.β Marissa speeded up so much that she didnβt notice the biker next to her, which crashed against her driverβs mirror, ripping it off immediately. βYou mother fucker,β she shouted, lowering the window, βIβm going to fucking sue you into oblivion. You dumb cunt.β βMommy,β said Camille, βWe are not supposed to say bad words.β Marissa turned to see her daughter. βDarling, let mommy deal with this.β βBut my classes.β Marissa breathed in slowly, as her therapist had told her to do. They were just two blocks away now, and there was no point in fighting the biker that had disappeared already. Her car had a built-in camera specifically for this type of situation, so she would just have to deal with the insurance company later. βAlright, letβs get you there,β said Marissa, kissing her daughterβs forehead. Camille smiled. She drove straight to the academy, thinking she would take a long sabbatical one day. No more responsibilities. No more driving. No more anger management therapy sessions. Just her, a mimosa, and some massages. Probably someone to give her some pleasure. Her mind went straight to her college days, and a kiss with someone she had not seen since. Those were the days. Finally they arrived at the academy, but unluckily, classes were already on their way. Marissa knocked at the door of the room where Miss Helena was teaching. The tall woman with beautiful blonde hair and a physique that made her feel ashamed of her own turned to face her. A cold glare that wouldβve fulminated anyone. But Marissa wasnβt anyone. She was the regional manager of one of the most respectable pharmaceutical companies in the country. She had a two-hundred-dollar salad the night before, and there was no way she would lose against a slav bitch. So, she knocked again. βMommy, itβs okay. We are late. We can come back tomorrow.β βI didnβt come all the way here just to have that pretentious Russian asshole send us away.β She knocked again. But it wasnβt the ballet teacher that opened the door. Instead, it was a very rough-looking woman with a clear German background. Strong and menacing didnβt begin to describe her presence. She glared at Marissa, though smiled kindly at Camille. βNo lateness in ballet,β she said with a clear foreign accent. βExcuse me?β Asked Marissa. βNo lateness in ballet. No punctuality, no classes. Now get out. You blocking door.β βWho the fuck do you think you are? Iβm paying for these classes, and I donβt like your tone.β Camille grabbed her mommyβs hand, pulling it away. βNot now, sweetie. Mommy is talking.β Greta got closer until the mother was now face to face with the teacherβs assistant. The tension could be felt in the cold air around the two of them, but before either could say anything else, Miss Helena herself stepped out. βWhatβs going on?β Asked Helena with another clear foreign accent. βThis old cow is being very disrespectful,β said Marissa. Helena scanned the mother and turned immediately to smile at the little girl beside her, βHello, sweetie. Would you like to join us?β Camille nodded. βGreta, would you please take the lady to the waiting area? Iβd like to have a little chat with her after classes.β βI canβt stay. I have things to do,β said Marissa, holding her phone in one hand as it rang, βAn important meeting.β Helena grabbed the phone. Marissa was shocked. βLook, Missesβ¦Not important. Iβm allowing your daughter in my classes even when she broke the rules. But if you want to leave with your daughter, never to return to my academy again, I see no problem.β Marissa felt a chill traveling through her spine. The tall teacher, though almost ten years younger than her, was towering over her personal space and glaring at her, like Marissaβs own mother had done when she was a kid. She could choose to leave. But the disappointment in Camilleβs eyes made her reconsider. βGive me my phone back, and Iβll wait,β said Marissa, not wanting to cause a further scene. βNo phones allowed. Rules,β said Helena, giving Marissaβs phone to her strict and rough-looking assistant, βTake her with the others, Greta, please.β βYa, Miss Helena,β said Greta, βFollow me.β Helena and Camille returned to the practice room, and the door closed. Marissa, on the other hand, followed the rough-looking assistant through some halls and corridors until they reached a mundane door on the other side of the academy. βIn,β said Greta, opening the door, βWait there. Miss Helena will be with you after classes.β Marissa went in, and the door closed. But she wasnβt alone. The room was painted pastel pink with cartoon characters from the shows and movies that her own daughter was already too old to watch. Even the chairs were colored and too small for adults, yet three other women were sitting in them. She made eye contact with the one closest to her. A beautiful woman with dark skin and an elegant presence. She was having a hard time fitting into the chair she had been given. Smartly dressed, with heels and a suit. She smiled at Marissa. βAnother one?β Asked the adult woman sitting next to the tall and beautiful dark-skinned one. This one was the opposite. A bit short, funny-looking, with one of those boy haircuts that was trendy amongst lesbians. The way she dressed was also rough and boyish. If the word tomboy was a person, it would be her. βWhat chu do?β Asked the tomboy woman. βLate,β said Marissa, βYou?β βI might have insulted ballet as a whole in front of that weird-looking assistant of hers,β said the Tomboy woman, βThe nameβs Brett. You?β βMarissa.β βCandace,β said the tall and beautiful dark-skinned woman, βThe one in the corner is Stella.β Marissa turned to see the last woman in the room. It wasnβt much of a woman but a young adult. She looked barely twenty, maybe some girlβs sister. She was hot, young-fucking hot. Marissa had never done anything with another woman, but she felt tempted. The girlβs body was definitely the extreme version of femininity that one would attribute to Aphrodite herself. Although, unlike most girls her age, she didnβt have a phone in her hands. βWhy are you here?β Asked Marissa to Candace. βHad a little argument with one of the kids.β βWith a kid?β βShe was being disrespectful of my daughter. And, I may or may not have made her cry.β βNo judgment her,β said Marissa, βSome people are just not designed to be parents.β βTrue,β said Brett. βWhat about her?β Asked Marissa, turning to see the young woman on the other side of the room. βShe had her phone with her while talking with the teacher. She wasnβt happy about it.β Said Candace. βSo, is this like detention?β Candace nodded, chuckling, βYeah, and the warden is that awful woman. The one with the little mustache.β Marissa knew she meant the assistant. Minutes passed as they sat there, waiting for Miss Helena to come back for them. Had Marissa not wanted to make her daughterβs life better than hers was when she was a kid, she would already be gone. Dealing with her insurance company and working hard to eventually make more money than her husband. But alas, she didnβt want to disappoint Camille. Not again. βThatβs so fucking insensitive. Iβm a proud married member of the LGBT community,β she heard Brett say, βYou canβt just read that in front of me.β βWhy not?β Asked Candace. βBecause itβs homophobic, racist, transphobic, and anti-woman.β Marissa turned to see what the argument was about and realized immediately what was happening. Candace, tall and beautiful as she was, was reading the new Trump biography. One of them black republicans, perhaps. βI find it so funny when a white woman tells me something is racist,β said Candace, standing up and towering over Brett. Brett did the same, βIβm one-sixteenth Cherokee. Just so you know. Iβm not just white.β Candace laughed in her face. βYou wanna fight?β βBring it, hobbit.β βHey, girls,β said Marissa, standing up too, βLetβs not get into any more trouble today.β βThis doesnβt concern you,β said Candace, βItβs between this libtard and me.β βThereβs no room for your kind here,β said Brett. βIβm trap here with you, so it does.β βFuck off,β said Candace. Marissa was rd with rage. βYeah, fuck off,β said Brett. She didnβt want to do it. But all the anger she had been holding inside her couldnβt be kept buried any longer. She went straight to Brett and slapped her right on the left cheek. But Brett wasnβt shocked. The little woman with the boyish haircut gave Marissa a big olβ punch in the face, and thatβs when Candace got in the fight. The other woman, the young one, stood up too. Though, unlike them, she went straight for the door. βWhat are you doing?β Asked Marissa, pulling away from the fight while Candace and Brett kept going at it. βI need to pee,β answered the young woman, βBut I canβt seem to open the door.β βThatβs impossible. They wouldnβt keep us here without a way out,β said Marissa, walking towards the door, βYou probably arenβt doing it right.β She turned the doorknob over and over again, but nothing happened. The door was definitely locked from the outside. βHey,β said Marissa to the two women that were still trying to fight each other, βWeβve got a problem.β They stopped. βWe are locked.β βNo way,β said Brett and Candace in unison. Stella started banging on the door, βGet me out of here. These old people are fighting. Please, let me out. I need to pee.β βStop that,β said Marissa, annoyed at the young womanβs antics, βWhy are you even here?β βI brought my stupid stepdaughter to this stupid class.β βStepdaughter? Are you some sort of trophy wife?β She nodded proudly. Stella stomped on the door again, βLet me out, you old cows. Let me out. I need to pee.β Marissa was about to say something, but then the door opened. The rough-looking assistant walked inside the room. βI heard one of you girls needed the potty.β Stella raised her hand. βCome with me,β said Greta, glaring at the other three mothers in the room, βHave you been fighting?β No one said a word. βMiss Helena will know about this.β βWhat? Why?β They asked in unison. But the assistant didnβt answer. βHey, you canβt just lock us here!β Said Marissa, but Greta and Stella were already gone, and the door was locked again. β¦ Stella rushed behind Greta. She had always had a problem with making it to the bathroom if she waited too long, but it was okay. She should be able to hold for some more minutes. Even though a few drops had already found their way into her panties. It was okay, she kept telling herself. But then, she felt pain in her wrist. Before she knew it, the rough-looking assistant had grabbed her, pulling her not to the bathroom but to the room where all the little girls were dancing. βWait, I need to pee. Leave me alone,β she complained, but she could do nothing. The woman was not only older than her, but her superior strength meant Stella couldnβt even fight back. βPlease, donβt. I truly need to pee.β The door to the ballet room opened, and she was greeted by her stepdaughter, her friends, and Miss Helena herself. βWhatβs the meaning of this, Greta?β βWe have a big girl that likes to whine and complain.β βAnd what do you recommend?β Asked Miss Helena. βPunishment.β All the little girls in the room began chuckling, especially Stellaβs stepdaughter. βWhat say you, girls? Does this big girl need to be taught a lesson?β βYes,β they all said in unison. βGo to the corner, darling,β said Miss Helena, towering over the stepmother, βYou will remain there until the lessons are over.β βBut.β βNo buts. Or should I call your husband and explain you are the reason his daughter was not accepted into my academy.β Stella wasnβt scared of many things, but she did fear her husbandβs rage. He was not abusive, but as a trophy wife, she just couldnβt displease him. βTo the corner,β said Miss Helena. And Stella obeyed, sobbing and avoiding eye contact with the girls. She just hoped she could hold it for ten more minutes. βThanks for your help, Greta. How are the others doing?β βNasty little girls that require punishment too.β βI see,β Mis Helena paused, smiling, βWeβll deal with them soon.β .............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. You can find the first three chapter on my Patreon - patreon.com/LittlerWriter . Chapter Four drops on Sunday! You can also find other stories, including Rebeccaβs Second Babyhood, Evelynβs Regression, A Motherβs Mistake, Regressing the Older Sister, and so much more. Captions, photos, short stories, and everything related to ABDL role reversals.
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Here's an alternate version of Washu's Youth Machine with Mihoshi added. Hope you like it. πππ 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. "Yay!" A familiar voice called out as the two turned to see Mihoshi behind them. "Oh, sorry. Did I ruin the moment?" "What are you doing here?" Ryoko asked defensively. "Well," Mihoshi began. "Since I was near useless caring for Tero, I'm going to take this class with you!" "Well, I guess it can't hurt." Ayeka groaned. "Yay!" Mihoshi called out happily. Ryoko rolled her eyes and 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. "Mihoshi?" Washu asked, not the least bit surprised. "I'm here to learn to!" Mihoshi said with a crisp salute. "Okay. Now then ladies," Washu said enthusiastically. "What we're going to do is teach you three 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. So Mihoshi, you still up for this?" "Yes!" Mihoshi said galantly. "I will do my duty as a member of this family!" Washu pushed a button on her computer, and the three were grabbed by various mechanical arms. The arms carried the three to a small box as they both hovered over an open hatch. They could see from reflections across from them that the device was called a Youth Machine. "Hey!" Ryoko called out. "I'm not having all the millennia I put into this body be undone!" "Trust me, it's all metaphorical." Washu explained. "This is to show the importance of being gentle with children. Also that we never really can see them as grown ups, but that's a whole other thing." "She's right." Mihoshi said. "My grandfather still treats my dad like a kid all the time." "Perhaps there's-" Ayeka began before the arms dropped the three into the machine. As Ayeka, Mihoshi, and Ryoko looked around, a large weight hit all of them on the head, and their legs felt like rubber, with Ayeka and Mihoshi seeming to have been knocked out. While Ayeka and Mihoshi drooled, Ryoko saw three hands come up and grab all of their noses before pulling them until they let go, and the three flung backwards, landing hard in three chairs as Ryoko groaned from the stinging in her nose. As Ryoko, Mihoshi and Ayeka were clamped into the chairs, a trio of machines were lowered over their heads. Ryoko could only see darkness as a sudden bright light made her close her eyes as a pair of headphones came in from the side and began blaring nursery rhymes until Ryoko forgot how to use the bathroom. Just then, a hose was shoved into Ryoko's mouth as a liquid was sprayed into it that made Ryoko's whole mouth go numb. Even with all the overloading of her senses, Ryoko felt her clothes being ripped off before the device was finally pulled off her head, and she saw Ayeka and Mihoshi there. Seeing how the two were naked, Ryoko began crying as Ayeka and Mihoshi followed suit. As Ryoko, Mihoshi, and Ayeka continued to cry, the arms forced a baby bottle full of milk into each of their mouths. With no other choice, the three gulped the milk down. As it continued, all three women felt something rumbling in their stomachs and realized that their milk was spiked with laxatives. Realizing they had effectively become babies, the three women bawled their eyes out, all the while, gulping down the spiked milk. Once that was done, one of the walls of the cube opened, and the chairs began rolling off, attached to some wheels hidden in the floor. All the while Ryoko, Mihoshi, and Ayeka had their baby bottles sticking out of their mouth, and they were brought to Washu. "Well, hope you learned your first lesson." Washu said with a smirk. "Now let's get you girls ready for the real lessons." Ryoko, Mihoshi, and Ayeka then continued to cry as they still sucked on their bottles, starting to get bloated. Just then, Washu grew to her adult state, dressed in her Choushin outfit, causing her to grow so tall as to make Ryoko, Mihoshi, and Ayeka the size of babies in comparison. "Now, let's get you dressed." Washu said. "We've got a big week of pampering ahead." Ryoko, Mihoshi, and Ayeka whimpered as Washu set them down and powdered their butts and crotches before wrapping cloth diapers around their waists and pinning them on the sides with two safety pins for each of them. Washu then picked them up, smirking. As Washu put Mihoshi, Ayeka, and Ryoko in bibs and bonnets, Ayeka groaned from her desk. She, Mihoshi, and Ryoko had been forced to study the videos Washu had made following their infantilization again and again since Washu had returned them to normal last week, after another week of being overgrown babies that Washu tended to. Thankfully, the only lingering effects were that Ayeka and Ryoko still needed diapers, wearing them underneath their dresses, while Mihoshi, also wearing a diaper under her pants, still kept a pacifier in her mouth. "So," Washu said, back in her normal form and dressed like a professor. "To review, keep yourself steady with the girls, be calm, and be careful. Now, I've taken the luxury of giving each of you a copy of this video for reference. And one for me to relive the good times." "And for blackmail." Ryoko muttered to herself. "Careful." Washu said with a smirk. "It's very easy to give you a refresher course Little Ryoko." Ryoko nearly rushed at Washu when Ayeka stopped her. "We understand, Washu." Ayeka said politely. "And thank you for your help." Ayeka then whispered something to Ryoko as she smirked. As they headed for the exit of Washu's lab, Ryoko turned to her. "You know," Ryoko said smiling. "We had such a fun time in there, that we want you to share it." "Huh?" Washu said as a double of Ryoko pushed a button on Washu's computer and disappeared while Ryoko, Mihoshi, and Ayeka left the lab, with Mihoshi waving goodbye. Just then, Washu was grabbed by mechanical arms and carried off. "Well," Washu sighed. "Could be worse." Ayeka and Ryoko then watched Washu's "gift" on TV and recording it, much preferring to study Washu than themselves. Mihoshi, for her part, felt bad about having Mihoshi go through what they did, but she figured on learning to relax without her paci, lest people think she was still an overgrown baby. The End?
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Here's an abridgement of my earlier "Washu's Baby Bundle Inventions". It only features the Youth Machine from Boy Meets Dog and skips a few things, but I'll release longer cuts at a later date. Also, someone already began a sequel to this story. If you're the one who started that sequel and are reading this, please leave your name, so that I can give you credit when I start that story at some point. ππ 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 carried the two to a small box as they both hovered over an open hatch. They could see from reflections across from them that the device was called a Youth Machine. "Hey!" Ryoko called out. "I'm not having all the millennia I put into this body be undone!" "Trust me, it's all metaphorical." Washu explained. "This is to show the importance of being gentle with children. Also that we never really can see them as grown ups, but that's a whole other thing." "Perhaps there's-" Ayeka began before the arms dropped the two into the machine. As Ayeka and Ryoko looked around, a large weight hit both of them on the head, and their legs felt like rubber, with Ayeka seeming to have been knocked out. While Ayeka drooled, Ryoko saw two hands come up and grab both of their noses before pulling them until they let go, and the two flung backwards, landing hard in two chairs as Ryoko groaned from the stinging in her nose. As Ryoko and Ayeka were clamped into the chairs, a pair of machines were lowered over their heads. Ryoko could only see darkness as a sudden bright light made her close her eyes as a pair of headphones came in from the side and began blaring nursery rhymes until Ryoko forgot how to use the bathroom. Just then, a hose was shoved into Ryoko's mouth as a liquid was sprayed into it that made Ryoko's whole mouth go numb. Even with all the overloading of her senses, Ryoko felt her clothes being ripped off before the device was finally pulled off her head, and she saw Ayeka there. Seeing how she two was naked, Ryoko began crying as Ayeka followed suit. As Ryoko and Ayeka continued to cry, the arms forced a baby bottle full of milk into each of their mouths. With no other choice, the two gulped the milk down. As it continued, both women felt something rumbling in their stomachs and realized that their milk was spiked with laxatives. Realizing they had effectively become babies, the two women bawled their eyes out, all the while, gulping down the spiked milk. Once that was done, one of the walls of the cube opened, and the chairs began rolling off, attached to some wheels hidden in the floor. All the while Ryoko and Ayeka had their baby bottles sticking out of their mouth, and they were brought to Washu. "Well, hope you learned your first lesson." Washu said with a smirk. "Now let's get you girls ready for the real lessons." Ryoko and Ayeka then continued to cry as they still sucked on their bottles, starting to get bloated. Just then, Washu grew to her adult state, dressed in her Choushin outfit, causing her to grow so tall as to make Ryoko and Ayeka the size of babies in comparison. "Now, let's get you dressed." Washu said. "We've got a big week of pampering ahead." Ryoko and Ayeka whimpered as Washu set them down and powdered their butts and crotches before wrapping cloth diapers around their waists and pinning them on the sides with two safety pins for each of them. Washu then picked them up, smirking. As Washu put Ayeka and Ryoko in bibs and bonnets, Ayeka groaned from her desk. She and Ryoko had been forced to study the videos Washu had made following their infantilization again and again since Washu had returned them to normal last week, after another week of being overgrown babies that Washu tended to. Thankfully, the only lingering effects were that Ayeka and Ryoko still needed diapers, wearing them underneath their dresses. "So," Washu said, back in her normal form and dressed like a professor. "To review, keep yourself steady with the girls, be calm, and be careful. Now, I've taken the luxury of giving each of you a copy of this video for reference. And one for me to relive the good times." "And for blackmail." Ryoko muttered to herself. "Careful." Washu said with a smirk. "It's very easy to give you a refresher course Little Ryoko." Ryoko nearly rushed at Washu when Ayeka stopped her. "We understand, Washu." Ayeka said politely. "And thank you for your help." Ayeka then whispered something to Ryoko as she smirked. As they headed for the exit of Washu's lab, Ryoko turned to her. "You know," Ryoko said smiling. "We had such a fun time in there, that we want you to share it." "Huh?" Washu said as a double of Ryoko pushed a button on Washu's computer and disappeared while Ryoko and Ayeka left the lab. Just then, Washu was grabbed by mechanical arms and carried off. "Well," Washu sighed. "Could be worse." Ayeka and Ryoko then watched Washu's "gift" on TV and recording it, much preferring to study Washu than themselves. The end... For now...
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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...
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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...
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