modern inventions Mihoshi and the Modern Inventions

[Donny28]

Here's a story that me and a talented writer called MrTonyBoy are role-playing. Their doing the machines, and I'm doing the characters. It's a slow burn, but eventually she'll get in diapers. Hope you guys like it.

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Mihoshi Kuramitsu was walking around the settlement of MT-37. It was a small area in an out of the way planet. The perfect place for the galaxy police woman to vacation. She was dressed in a blue sailor's shirt, a white skirt, and orange leggings. Her blonde hair was done up in a ponytail like usual, and her wide, blue eyes were looking around. She wore a white sailor's hat on her head, for no other reason than she thought it looked cute, and walked around.

Eventually, Mihoshi found herself in front of a large building that said "Museum of Modern Marvels" in red neon letters. Mihoshi.

"Oh my." Mihoshi said. "I wonder if there's anything Miss Washu might like in there."

Giggling, Mihoshi walked to the entrance. She saw that it was only a hundred yen, so she happily paid and walked inside.

Mihoshi looked and saw a myriad of inventions that made her mind wander. Each one looked unique, and each one looked fully capable.

"My goodness." Mihoshi said in awe. "What an amazing place."

The museum building was enormous inside. Somehow, it seemed larger on the inside than on the outside. A multitude of exhibits surrounded the space, including display cases with unique pieces and information about them. Numerous posters and photographs covered the walls.

The museum's caretaker, a robot butler, came out to greet the new visitor. "Welcome, miss!" a voice called from behind the girl.

Mihoshi shrieked in surprise and turned around. Behind her, well in front of her now, was an orange boxy robot with a single light bulb on its head for an eye, silver arms with orange clamps at the end, and steel rods for legs with metal sheets at the end for feet.

"W-who are you?" Mihoshi asked nervously.

"I'm a robot butler, miss!" After these words, the robot bowed formally, in the style of butlers. The robot twitched slightly as it leaned forward, and as it moved, it emitted a characteristic clockwork sound, as if it were being whined.

Suddenly, the robot began to approach the girl, closing the distance between them.

"Oh." Mihoshi said, not liking how close the butler was getting to her. "Can I help you with anything?"

The robot butler then stopped right in front of Mihoshi, and she took a step back.

"Let me take your hat, miss! I'll keep it until you return from the exhibition." Before the girl could respond, the robot unceremoniously reached out and grabbed her hat, raising it above Mihoshi's head.

"Um, okay." Mihoshi said. "Where do I get it when this is over?"

"I'll give it back to you when you leave. Thank you, miss. Have a nice day! " the robot bowed to the girl, twitching slightly, and walked away, taking her hat with him.

"Well, I guess that makes sense." Mihoshi said and she walked off.

Mihoshi headed off and read some of the plaques. Each one was apparently revolutionary for its time and looked amazing. They were also all so bright and colorful. Mihoshi couldn't help but wonder how they all worked before something finally caught her eye.

To be continued...

[Donny28]

Here's the next part of me and MrTonyBoy's story.

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On a small stone podium stood a brown suitcase, with the inscription "Hitchhiker's Help. The robot works even while you sleep!" on its side.

"Oh wow!" Mihoshi said in awe. She wondered what the robot looked like, and curiosity got the better of her.

Mihoshi held her hands up like she was driving a car and began making car noises. She then walked back and forth, continuing the impression.

The suitcase opened, mistaking the girl for a car. A green and yellow robot with a funny antenna on top emerged from inside. Its head and torso resembled two cylinders, while its legs were two springs connected to the suitcase. The robot had no mouth; instead, it had a headlight.

The robot began to rock on the spring, sticking its thumb out in an attempt to stop the girl. It whistled, and its headlight-like mouth flashed red, saying "Stop."

Mihoshi stopped and laughed at the sight. The little robot looked so cute and funny. She could easily see why it'd be used for flagging down cars.

The robot looked at the girl, realizing that he had been deceived.

The robot realized the girl was distracted by her laughter. He quickly analyzed the situation and, as a joke in return, gently tugged Mihoshi's skirt down.

Mihoshi shrieked at the situation, blushing at her panties being exposed to the world as she tried to pull them up.

The robot took advantage of the situation and made a small sound similar to laughter, returned to the suitcase, which immediately slammed shut.

"Okay, I guess I shouldn't have tricked you, but that was mean." Mihoshi said as tears welled up in her eyes.

Eventually, she pulled her skirt up, but in doing so, bumped into another machine. She turned around to get a good look at it.

To be continued...

[Donny28]

Here's the third part of me and MrTonyBoy's rp. Hope you enjoy it.

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It was a large packaging machine. This device could easily pack even an entire sofa. It had a large silver table, several digital displays, and all sorts of packaging accessories. To turn the machine on, you had to pull a lever. However, there was a sign in front of it: "Do not touch!"

"Wow." Mihoshi said before looking at the sign. "'Hands off. Do not touch!' Huh. I guess someone wants to use it."

Mihoshi looked around. Since no one else was there, she couldn't see the harm in trying it out. She moved the sign aside and pulled an orange lever by the machine.

The machine began to vibrate. The device assessed the situation and identified the girl as a target for packaging. A huge chute opened in the front of the machine, and two metal arms emerged from the sides, approaching the girl.

Mihoshi screamed in horror and tried to run off.

Running was futile. The running girl was caught, lifted by her hips, and lowered into the machine's chute, which then closed.

It was dark inside the machine, and there was a slight vibration all around. A few moments later, a red laser grid illuminated the girl. Mihoshi couldn't tell, but the machine was actually scanning her.

After assessing the girl's proportions and her slightly unusual clothing, the machine concluded that Mihoshi was a large anime figurine.

The displays on top of the machine showed: "Packaging type: toy," "Type: anime figurine," "Operation in progress: packaging."

All this happened in a matter of seconds, and soon the girl was lifted onto the machine's packing table.

Hearing what the machine had said, she immediately tried to run off of the table, desperate to not find out how anime figures got packaged.

The machine's hands grabbed the fleeing girl and returned her to the center of the packing table.

Since the machine mistook the girl for an anime figurine, the packaging had to match. The machine selected clear bubble wrap.

The machine measured out a piece of the correct size. Then it lifted Mihoshi and placed the wrap underneath, beginning to wrap the girl in it.

"No!!" Mihoshi shouted, struggling with all of her might but unable to free herself from the hands. "Stop!! I'm not a toy!!"

The hands wrapped the girl in plastic wrap. Then one of the hands pulled back a piece of red gift ribbon and cut it with scissors.

The ribbon was wrapped around the girl and tied into a large, fluffy red bow.

A sticker with the words "Your sweet anime girl!" was printed on a small printer and attached to the package.

"Help!!" Mihoshi said in a muffled voice. "Somebody help me!!"

The machine also produced a cardboard box, printed with information about the figure and an image of the girl, which the machine had taken while she was inside.

The box was folded and wrapped by Mihoshi and placed inside. A sticker was added indicating the item was fragile. Another bow was attached to the lid.

The box containing the girl was lowered down a chute on the side onto the museum floor, after which the machine turned off.

Desperate to escape, Mihoshi moved as much as she could until she heard the pop of the bubble wrap. Realizing it would give her extra movement, she continued until the bubble wrap around her arms popped, and she began shoving her arms forward.

The box began rocking until it fell onto the ground, with Mihoshi on her back. Undetered, Mihoshi began punching at the front of the box until it burst open, and Mihoshi came out of the box gasping.

She removed the bubble wrap and sighed at the fresh air.

When she realized that the ribbon was still on her, she pulled that off.

"I've never been so humiliate in my life!" Mihoshi said.

She then continued forward at a slower pace since she was still catching her breath.

To be continued...

[Donny28]

Here's part four of me and MrTonyBoy's rp. Hope you like it.

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The next room Mihoshi entered was decorated like a kitchen, with various kitchen exhibits on display.

One of the central inventions was a robot chef. It was a huge table with speakers and robotic arms.

"Oh wow." Mihoshi said in awe, instantly forgetting the last time she'd come across a table in this museum.

"I am a little hungry." Mihoshi said as she looked for an on switch.

Eventually finding a switch at the far side of the table, Mihoshi leaned forward over the table and turned it on.

"Welcome, miss! I'm the robot chef. Please name a dish you'd like to try or place the ingredients on the table. The ingredients can be found here." The robot pointed to the refrigerator and cabinets with food.

"Ooh." Mihoshi said. "I could go for some chicken."

"Roger that, miss, chicken!" As the girl watched, the robot pulled a chicken from the refrigerator, marinated it, and baked it, serving Mihoshi a plate of cooked chicken wings and drumsticks with vegetables. The dish was delicious.

"Oh wow!" Mihoshi sighed happily. "Oh, I could go for a second chicken."

Mihoshi then leaned forward, with her body over the table, to see if there was anything like that in the refrigerator.

"Would you like more, miss? It'll be ready in a minute!"

The robot's hands lifted Mihoshi onto the robot's desk.

"Wait, what?!" Mihoshi asked in alarm as she was once more brought onto a table not meant for humans.

But the robot had already received the order and was focused on cooking, so it didn't hear the girl.

"Hmm... This time it's a whole chicken. So, first, let's remove the packaging."

The robot's hands began removing the girl's clothing, which it assumed was packaging.

"Wait, no!" Mihoshi said in a panic. "Those are my clothes!"

Despite all her resistance, the robot stripped the girl down to her underwear. "I wasn't expecting much! But look at this big, juicy bird!"

"No, no, no!" Mihoshi said in a panicked voice. "I changed my mind! I'm not hungry! Just let me go!!"

The robot pulled out a ball of twine. "Now that we've got rid of the packaging, let's tie up our birdie. We don't want her to fly away, do we? Ho-ho-ho." The robot began tying up the girl with rope. "I hope I have enough rope." The robot tied the girl's arms behind her back and her legs together, threading the rope through her breasts and pussy.

Mihoshi moaned a little from the rope rubbing against her vagaina as she was tied up.

"Please, you're making a mistake!" Mihoshi pleaded through her tears. "I'm not a chicken! Someone please help me!"

"Now let's oil the skin, miss. It'll give you a beautiful, rosy, and delicious color!"

The robot pulled out a bottle of olive oil and began to coat the bound Mihoshi's body with it. His fingers were very dexterous, even reaching under the girl's bra and panties, gently massaging her with the oil.

"Oh-oho." Mihoshi said. Inspite of everything, the oil felt amazing on her dark skin.

For once, she smiled, almost falling asleep from the olive oil massage the robot chef was giving her.

After a while, all exposed areas of Mihoshi's dark skin, except for his head, began to shine a light yellow.

"Mmm... Tsk... Now our chicken's skin will be tender enough. And now for the seasonings!"

Hands picked up a bowl in which they mixed various seasonings for the chicken. Just as the robot had applied oil to Mihoshi's skin, it began to apply seasonings to her oily skin.

Mihoshi was a little taken aback by the seasonings on her skin, but it certainly felt better than she thought. She sighed and tried to relax, wondering why the robot hadn't oiled her head.

After a while, Mihoshi's oily body was covered in spices. During the spice massage, the robot accidentally pushed the girl's panties aside, exposing her pussy.

The robot also picked up a salt and pepper shaker and sprinkled some salt and pepper on the bound girl's body.

"Now that the spices are applied, we need to make sure they get inside."

"Inside?" Mihoshi asked nervously. "Inside where?"

The robot picked up the bottle of olive oil again and sprayed it on Mihoshi's pussy. The robot's fingers began to run over the girl's pussy, inside and out.

"Whoa!!" Mihoshi shouted.

At this, she squirmed, trying to move away. She was tied up too tightly. As the robot had said earlier, the birdie couldn't fly away. Realizing this, Mihoshi began crying and praying it would be over soon.

The robot's fingers quickly found the girl's soft clitoral hood and the small clitoris hidden beneath it, which the robot also massaged with oil. Meanwhile, the robot's other hand lubricated the girl's vagina with oil.

"It's so juicy inside..."

Mihoshi groaned uncomfortably. She couldn't believe someone could design these things so poorly as to not realize that Mihoshi wasn't a frozen chicken, let alone not being a chicken at all... Despite what Ryoko said about her.

"Mmm... Our chicken will be so juicy, miss! It'll just be dripping with juice! Okay, now for the spices..." After coating the girl's entire love tunnel with oil, the hands took some spices and placed them inside Mihoshi's vagina.

By this point, it was less invasive for Mihoshi, though it itched something awful. Again, Mihoshi whimpered, this time out of her private parts being on fire from the spices.

Having finished with the spices, the robot gave the girl a short break. It took out a knife and began chopping various vegetables: carrots, potatoes, peas, and so on.

 "And finally, let's add the toppings!" 

The robot took some vegetables and inserted them into Mihoshi's vagina.

"Oh!!!" Mihoshi called out as the vegetables were inserted. "Oh my goodness!!"

"Phew... I didn't expect it to be so tight, but I tried to add as much filling as possible! Hmm... I need something to hold it together..." The robot took a small piece of corn and inserted it like a plug into Mihoshi's vagina, which she could feel its ribbed shape. Then the robot took an apple and inserted it into Mihoshi's mouth, like a piglet.

Mihoshi moaned from behind the apple and tried to remember if there was anything else the robot chef did to the chicken. Well, at least she got an apple out of this.

The robot pulled out a huge silver tray, placed a bowl with the remaining filling on it, and then transferred the fully cooked girl to the tray.

"That's it, miss! Just pop the dish in the oven for three hours at 180 degrees Celsius, and you'll have an unforgettable festive dinner. Just don't forget to baste it with its own juices every now and then. Ho-ho-ho!!"

With that, the robot turned off, leaving Mihoshi tied up and naked on the tray.

Mihoshi groaned and struggled to escape. She struggled so hard that she caused the tray to spill onto her clothes, which were left in a pile near the table. Eventually, Mihoshi managed to free her legs and stand up, giving her better leverage to break her arms free as she rubbed the places where the rope was rubbing her skin. This also led her to pull the vegetables out of her vagina as she groaned. Thankfully, the corn was the only rough object. Everything else was celery and lettuce.

"Yuck." Mihoshi said as she took the apple out of her mouth and finally saw her clothes covered in bits of vegetables and spices.

She quickly pulled her panties back up and looked at them.

"Worse for wear, but at least they're not torn." Mihoshi said as she put her shirt and skirt back on.

She draped her leggings over her arms and headed off, finishing her apple and wincing over the unwanted fingering. What she needed now was a bath, and she decided to keep her eyes open for one.

To be continued...

[Donny28]

Here's part five of me and MrTonyBoy's rp. Hope you like it.

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Soon, Mihoshi found herself in a room with children's machines. Like all the museum rooms, this room had its own unique design, with pink and blue walls and various children's drawings on them. The floor in this room was also unusual in most places. It was made of special multi-colored foam with numbers and letters to prevent a child from falling.

There were cars for children to suit every taste: a nursery stroller, an automatic playpen, a hairdresser, and much more.

However, at that moment, the girl was wondering where she could wash herself and her clothes.

Luckily, Mihoshi came across an unusual pink bathtub filled with water. A sign next to it read "Children's Bath."

Although the bathtub was for children, it was quite large for a girl.

"Well," Mihoshi said. "I can't walk around like this for too much longer."

Mihoshi looked around the tub and found a basin for dirty clothes. She put her leggings in there and saw that it was right next to an activation switch. Deciding that it was as good a time as any, Mihoshi flipped the switch.

The bathtub started working. The water began to heat up, and soap bubbles appeared on the surface.

 The machine scanned the space discreetly. 

"Welcome, little one. Are you dirty? Let me take care of you!"

"Oh yes, please." Mihoshi said in a friendly manner. "You would not believe the day I've had."

"And what happened to such a wonderful little one?" The bathtub was designed for children and older children who could already speak, and therefore responded to the girl's speech. "What a mess. You look like a little pig," the robot said affectionately, looking at the girl's appearance.

"Yeah." Mihoshi agreed. "I had a little accident at dinner."

Hands emerged from the sides of the bathtub, picked up a basket of Mihoshi leggings, and placed it next to the girl. Then, the hands began undressing the girl, placing the dirty clothes in the basket.

"So where will happen with my clothes?" Mihoshi asked as she was in her bra and panties, which were soaked from the olive oil.

"I'll wash it. But the little pig needs a bath, otherwise I won't give her clothes back, because dirty pigs don't wear clothes," the bathtub said playfully and affectionately. One of its hands tickled Mihoshi's belly.

Mihoshi giggled like a baby as the hand continued.

The hands pulled down the girl's panties and unclasped her bra, throwing them in the laundry basket.

Then the hands lifted Mihoshi by the waist and sat her in the warm bath.

Mihoshi sighed pleasantly at the gentle feel of the water on her skin and sighed with relief. Maybe for once things weren't going to bite her in the butt.

While the hot water soaked the girl's skin, causing dirt, oil, and spice residue to come loose, the robot added more fluffy foam. The machine also brought out a few rubber duckies.

"Ooh!" Mihoshi squeeled with childlike glee.

Mihoshi moved to grab one of them.

The robot watched the girl. "What a wonderful little one! Hee-hee."

Mihoshi grabbed the duck and made it squeak as she giggled every time. Her friends said she was childish, and Mihoshi didn't care. She liked herself, and she had a happy life with her good friends, especially her best friend and partner, Kiyone.

The machine took some soap foam and made something like a hat on the girl's head.

"Oh..." Mihoshi said with a smile, and she leaned back and shut her eyes, gently holding her duckie.

The machine decided the girl had been in the bath long enough and gradually began cleaning. Metal arms, each ending in a brush, appeared on either side of the girl. Each brush applied soap to its damp bristles and rubbed them together until lather formed. Then they began cleaning the girl from both sides.

"Whoa!" Mihoshi shouted as the bristles rubbed against her skin. "That was a bit of a shock."

"Don't worry, baby. You'll be clean again soon!" The machine's two arms donned special silicone mittens with bumps, perfect for bathing babies. "Who's our dirty little piggy?" The arms separated and began cleaning Mihoshi's belly and back, while the brushes continued to clean her sides.

Mihoshi wanted to question the baby comment, but the cleaning of her belly just compelled Mihoshi to laugh due to the tickling.

Gradually, the remnants of oil and spices faded from the girl's body. Meanwhile, the brushes moved down to the girl's hips. One hand moved to her soft bottom, while the other moved from her stomach to Mihoshi's chest.

Mihoshi groaned in shock over the sensation but still didn't say anything as she attempted to catch her breath from the several minutes of laughing.

A gloved hand gently caressed the girl's breast, removing dirt from her nipple, between her breasts, on her shoulders, and under her breasts.

Meanwhile, the other hand worked on the girl's firm buttocks, as best it could due to her sitting position.

"Let's wash your tender parts, baby! Ha-ha-ha! And I thought there'd be a pig's tail here, since you're so dirty! Ha-ha-ha! Apparently, bathing gradually transforms this cute little pig into a beautiful princess! Ha-ha!"

As she spoke, the machine repeatedly passed over the girl's tailbone (above the buttock slit), where an animal's tail is usually located.

"Whoa-ho!" Mihoshi moaned as the hand got to work on her crack. "Th-thank you for the co-oment, but does it have to be so in-VA-sive?!"

"I'm just kidding! Or does my princess think she could really turn into a pig? Ha-ha-ha! I'm just looking out for you! You must have been bathing in oil, right? That's why you need a more thorough cleaning than a regular shower! Ha-ha-ha!"

The machine's hand continued to work on Mihoshi's bottom and lower back.

Meanwhile, above, the hand continued to caress the girl's breasts.

"You have such big breasts, darling! I'm sure lots of guys are paying attention to you! And if not, when you grow up, they definitely will! Mmm... So firm... This requires a more thorough approach..."

The hand finishes cleaning the girl's breasts. Two 360-degree rotating brushes take their place. They wet their bristles and apply lemon-scented baby soap.

A moment later, the brushes begin working on Mihoshi's breasts. The soft bristles began to tease and caress her breasts, removing any remaining oil and coating her chest with lather.

By this point, the brushes underneath had also filled with a fresh batch of lemon-scented baby soap. The brushes began to clean her legs.

"Tell me about yourself, my dear! What do you like and what are your hobbies? How is your day going?"

"U-um..." Mihoshi said, confused, slightly aroused, and enjoying the smell the soap was giving off. "My name's Mihoshi. I like the Muppets and singing karaoke with my best friend, Kiyone, and my day's been okay but a little exhau-AH-sting."

"Got it! Princess Mihoshi! You must be having a wonderful time and have lots of friends! Hee hee! It's rather sad that you're tired this day! But a good bath should bring you back to your senses and help you relax! Ha ha ha."

The brushes gently rotated on Mihoshi's chest. Each one made circular motions across her breasts, from the outside to the center. The girl's breasts moved as they did so. After three to five such movements, they stopped at Mihoshi's nipples and gently rotated them, teasing them before repeating the cycle.

A hand on the girl's lower back finished cleaning.

"Now lie down, Mihoshi!"

The machine allowed the girl to lie back on the bathtub. Mihoshi could see hands taking a small pitcher and filling it with warm water. A second later, the water was poured over Mihoshi's head. This was necessary to wet her hair so the machine could wash it.

Mihoshi sighed as she leaned back. The bath hadn't been rough, but she certainly wasn't expecting it to handle her like it did.

"Well," Mihoshi said. "I think you're a very nice, very thorough bathtub."

"Thank you! You're such a wonderful child, Mihoshi!"

The machine takes a bottle of lemon-scented baby shampoo and applies it to the girl's hair. The machine's hands begin washing Mihoshi's hair and head.

"Such wonderful blonde hair... Mmm..."

Meanwhile, the breast caresses continued. The hands below gently lift the girl's legs, and the brushes begin cleaning her feet, toes, and heels.

Mihoshi giggled at the tickling sensation and tried to pull her feet away.

The brushes continued to tickle the girl's heels, working on her heels and then her toes. The soft bristles scrubbed the dirt from under her nails and between her toes. Any dirt that might have gotten there was removed.

"Oh, don't twitch so much, dear Mihoshi. I'm just making your feet clean! Hee-hee."

Soon, the girl's feet were as clean as a baby's, and the machine allowed them to be lowered.

Mihoshi kept giggling and kicked the water a little. She was having the time of her life and was more than ready to try out some of the other machines in this section.

"Oh! I might have missed a spot. Now..."

The brushes applied a fresh coat of lemon-scented baby soap. And the soft bristles of the baby brushes began to clean Mihoshi's pussy.

"Such a slippery spot... Heh-heh... I don't think it's quite comfortable to walk around with oil between your legs. Ha-ha-ha."

Meanwhile, Mihoshi's hair was being washed. And the brushes on her chest began to rotate slowly, as the bathtub thought she was enjoying this breast massage.

"Oh my." Mihoshi groaned as her vagina was being cleaned. She felt a little uncomfortable being washed there but knew that she should let the machine clean her there and tried to focus on the nice hair washing and the surprisingly nice breast massage. Mihoshi breathed a little and continued to lean back.

"Okay... Now let's look inside... Don't worry, darling, I'm sure everything's fine down there, and I'll just clean it up a bit! Ho-ho-ho!"

After cleaning her pubic area, near her hips, and her labia majora, the brushes began to move between her labia, cleaning her clitoris, labia minora, and the rest of the pussy.

"Wow! Mmm... How did you even get dirty here? Ha-ha. I'll have to be a little more thorough here! Ho-ho-ho!"

"Oh... Dear..." Mihoshi moaned as the hands gently cleaned her private parts. She blushed at the situation and hoped that the cleaning of her privates would finish soon.

The machine's arm moved down and gently parted Mihoshi's labia and clitoral hood, giving the brushes better access.

Two brushes gently rubbed the girl's pussy, cleansing her intimate area of oil and seasoning. They rhythmically tapped against each other's wooden bases after several passes.

"This should do you good, since it's uncomfortable to walk around with oil between your legs! Ha-ha-ha! Mmm... A little irritation? Maybe a little itchy. After bathing, I use cream on that area to remove it! Hee-hee-hee."

The machine noticed that Mihoshi had oil inside her too, and her vagina needed cleaning too.

Mihoshi bit her lip at the sensations the brush was causing and tried looking at the bright side. This machine knew she was a person. Admittedly, she thought that Mihoshi was a little girl, but no one's perfect. She let out a groan here and there and tried to wait out the cleaning of her vagina, hoping she didn't do anything embarrassing.

"Oh! It looks like you even have oil inside, Mihoshi! But don't worry, Mama Bath will take care of you, baby! Haha."

The machine pulls out an appendage ending in a thin, soft tube.

The brushes pause for a second, allowing the tube to enter Mihoshi's vagina.

The tube begins spraying water into different parts of the girl's vagina, likely even hitting her G-spot a few times. After that, the brush begins adding a little soap. It was a special medical soap that didn't cause discomfort and could be used in situations like this.

"In the future, don't add oil or anything else to that area! You know that, right? Hahaha."

"Y-y-yes." Mihoshi said, feeling a bit aroused from the spraying of her pussy.

The brush began rubbing its soft material against Mihoshi's vaginal walls, clearing them of dirt.

"Ha-ha! Don't worry, I know how to handle things like this! Now we'll clean everything thoroughly, and then I'll add some medicine while it's drying! I imagine you're also experiencing discomfort from that oil inside."

Meanwhile, the brushes continued working on the outside of her pussy and clitoris.

The brushes on her breasts decided that the girl wanted them to speed up their massage and become more effective.

"Th-thank you." Mihoshi moaned, feeling her arousal rising from the cleaning of her pussy and the massage to her breasts.

The brush scrubbed the girl's insides, adding water as needed.

A stream of dirty, soapy liquid emerged from Mihoshi's vagina.

The brush detected something strange and sprayed water on it. A lettuce leaf emerged from the girl's vagina, left there after the robot chef had cooked.

"Oh... What is this... Wow! Is that lettuce? Ha-ha-ha! Well, what can I say, you have very fertile conditions for growing lettuce there! Ha-ha-ha! Perhaps it's left over from your games? Next time, wear panties when you go to the garden. Okay?"

The brushes continued to excite Mihoshi.

Mihoshi could only groan in response as she began instinctively kicking her legs from the sensations the bath was causing.

"Oh! Little Mihoshi, does she like being washed down there? Maybe I should keep bathing her? Hee-hee-hee!"

The brush inside Mihoshi's vagina began to rotate, cleaning all the walls.

The brushes on the outside finished their work on the girl's pussy. However, the hand continued to spread her labia.

The hand free from work picked up the bottle and sprayed a little soap on Mihoshi's clitoris. The hands picked up a small brush with soft bristles and began to gently clean her clitoris and labia minora.

"Oh... These places are so oily... I'll be a little more thorough!"

Mihoshi began moaning and groaning from the pressure being applied to her pussy to the point that she began whimpering like an overwhelmed baby.

"Oh! Baby, she's crying! Be patient, honey, it's for your own good!"

The brush splashed water over Mihoshi's vaginal walls again to remove the soap and, a moment later, withdrew.

Meanwhile, the brushes whistled as they caressed Mihoshi's clitoris and labia minora. After a while, they, too, were completely clean, coated only with the girl's natural fluids.

"Well, now everything's clean!"

"Thank..." Mihoshi panted. "Thank goodness."

All the brushes retreated from Mihoshi. The machine's hands grabbed the girl by the shoulders and lifted her to her feet. She was held in front of the shower head as warm water from the nozzles began to rinse the soap and shampoo from Mihoshi.

Mihoshi gasped from the burst of water and as the shower mist rose up, she could smell the lemon scented soaps that had cleaned her body, and she smiled a little.

The machine's hands carefully lifted the girl's arms and rinsed the soap from her armpits. They also checked her hair and other areas where soap might have remained.

A third limb appeared, grabbed a sponge and soap, and began scrubbing the girl's bottom again, which the machine couldn't reach because Mihoshi was sitting.

Already relaxed and pleasantly surprised by the tub's actions, barring an awkward moment here and there, Mihoshi got onto her knees to help the machine.

One hand grasped the shower head and angled it, while the other helped, running through Mihoshi's hair, checking behind her ears and neck, and spreading her soapy breasts to remove the soap from between her breasts.

"Almost done, Princess Mihoshi! Hee hee hee! I'll just remove any soap from where it might have remained!"

Meanwhile, the sponge gently and hissed as it rubbed Mihoshi's firm butt, making it bounce. The sponge even made sure to run over her buttocks and gently over her anus.

"Let's quickly wash your wonderful butt while we're at it! Hee hee."

"Okay." Mihoshi said with a sigh.

The sponge vigorously cleaned Mihoshi's backside. It resembled a cloud of thick foam, which was washed away a moment later by a hand wielding the shower head.

After that, a table folded out beneath the bathtub. Hands lifted the girl by the waist and carried her onto the table. A soft towel was draped over her. It must have been drying somewhere, because it was not only soft but also warm.

Mihoshi smiled at the warm sensations, happy at how things were going after the horror show with the last few inventions.

"Oh, this feels so nice." Mihoshi said with a contented sigh.

The machine's arms began rubbing the girl with a towel to dry her. Several hairdryer-tipped limbs also appeared, which also began drying the girl. Her hair was the wettest part, but the rest of her body was too.

"Wow!" Mihoshi said as the hot hair made her voice reverberate through the Child Care Area. "This is so nice. You really know how to treat a girl."

"Thank you, darling! You're such a good girl!"

When the hair dryers finished drying Mihoshi's hair, they went over the rest of her body. Her neck, under her breasts, arms, armpits, legs, buttocks, pubic hair, and pussy.

Mihoshi giggled a little as the hot air blew on sensitive areas, but other than that, she was completely relaxed.

"Well, now everything's dry and clean!"

Mihoshi could see her clothes already being taken out of the dryer and being expertly ironed on the nearby table.

The towel was removed from the girl, and the hair dryers were gone. She was clean and completely naked on the table.

"Now, let's get this baby dressed! Hee hee."

"Oh, yes." Mihoshi agreed. "There's still so much to see."

Mihoshi sat up and prepared to hop off the table to get her clothes.

However, Mihoshi forgot that the bathtub she'd chosen for her bath was a baby bathtub.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll help you get dressed! Hee-hee."

The machine's hands gently pulled the girl onto the table.

"But first, let's put some protective gear on you! Hee-hee."

The machine's hand grabbed the girl's ankles and lifted Mihoshi's legs and bottom up. The hands pulled out a clean diaper, with pink Velcro fasteners and the words "Big Girl" written on the front waistband. The diaper was placed under Mihoshi's bottom.

"W-what?!" Mihoshi asked in shock. "Hey, wait! I don't need diapers! You saw me with underwear when I arrived! ... Wait, is that the right way to put it?"

However, the machine didn't care about Mihoshi's complaints; it continued its work.

While one hand held the girl's bottom and legs up, the other hand fetched lemon-scented baby powder. It then began dusting Mihoshi's bottom and pussy. A fragrant cloud began to rise into the air.

"No, no, don't move, honey! I'm going to finish it now."

"Please stop!" Mihoshi cried. "I'm... I'm not..."

Mihoshi sneezed violently from the powder, causing her body to convulse, creating aches in Mihoshi's stomach and ankles.

"I'm not a baby!" Mihoshi continued. "I... I just needed a..."

Mihoshi started sneezing again, creating an odd rhythm with her crying.

She wasn't a baby, and she knew it, but the bath wasn't listening.

"Bless you, baby! Now I'll spread it a little... Hee-hee... Like a fox's tail..."

The hand put the baby powder aside and picked up a soft powder puff, which it used to evenly distribute the powder over the girl's bottom and pussy.

With the powder stopped, Mihoshi tried to make her case again, but the fuzz of the powder puff began tickling her butt and groin, making her giggle and wiggle her feet a little despite the bath's tight hold of them.

Having finished, the hand released the girl's ankles, allowing her bottom to rest on the soft cushion that was the diaper. Then, both hands folded and fastened the diaper.

"Now let's dress this princess in everything else!"

The hands began dressing the girl. First, they helped her sit on the table, then took the bra and began putting it on her.

"Okay..." Mihoshi said, thoroughly confused about what the bathtub considered a baby now.

Though she did have to admit that the pillowy diaper felt very nice on her butt after what it had been through today.

The machine fastened Mihoshi's bra. Most likely, the machine simply assumed it was a child's bra, so it didn't raise any questions.

"Hee hee, you must have to wear it because you have rather large breasts for your age? Don't worry, when you grow up, lots of boys will like you! Hee hee."

"Really?" Mihoshi said, blushing as she thought of Tenchi.

"Of course, my dear! When you grow up, you'll understand everything! But I'll tell you a secret: boys like pretty girls like you! Hee hee."

The machine pulled the leggings over the girl's diaper. Then she put the rest of her clothes on her.

Mihoshi looked at her blue sailor suit, white skirt, and orange leggings. She also saw her pelvis bulging from the diaper as it made it so that the skirt barely covered the diaper, showing more of her legs.

"I look like Donald Duck." Mihoshi said with a giggle.

"Hee hee! Really? You're such a cute little duckling, little Mihoshi!"

The machine's hands picked up a comb and began combing the girl's hair, which was disheveled after bathing and drying.

Mihoshi let the hands do their work as she rubbed her ankles, still sore from her sneezing fits. It wasn't unbearably painful, but she definitely needed to take things slow once the baby bath finally let her go.

The machine's hands took the girl's panties, which were still used due to her already wearing a diaper.

So, once the brushing was finished, the hands folded the girl's panties into a cute bow, which they then secured in Mihoshi's hair.

"And just a little perfume..."

The machine's hands pulled out a bottle of baby perfume. The scent was lemony, pleasant, and not very strong. The hands sent a couple of puffs of the perfume to the girl.

"Ooh..." Mihoshi said, enjoying the sweet subtle smell as she stopped rubbing her legs and sat there, wiggling her toes.

Once everything was ready, Mihoshi's arms lifted her by the waist and helped her down to the museum floor.

"Well, there you go, darling! Now you're clean and tidy! Be more careful next time, little one! Come back again when you get dirty! Ho-ho-ho."

Mihoshi was a bit wobbly, but she managed to keep standing. She looked herself over and giggled at herself before she went back to walking around the Child Care Area, though it was more like a waddle as her ankles were still aching a bit. Mihoshi was finally ready to look around the museum, especially intrigued by this new section.

To be continued...