DBZ Moms Vs. The Diaper Machine Updated 8/01/26

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Donny28 · March 4

Oh boy. Bulma and Chi-Chi are in trouble now.

Daymare · April 1

“Bulma, What's going on!?” Chi Chi cried out in terror as two of the hands grabbed her by her waist and pulled her off of her feet, leaving her at the mercy of Bulma's seemingly malfunctioning machine.

“I don't know!” Bulma answered, legitimately at a loss for words as her invention yanked her up by her armpits from the safety of the laboratory's floor and into the air. She immediately tried to pull at one of the metallic arms wrapped around her chest, demanding that it let her go while shouting at it. “Let me go!”

“A-AH!” Bulma cried out in distress, trying to break free as the hands proceeded to literally rip their way through her blue turtleneck. “Quit it!”

The mechanical hands ignored Bulma's demands and proceeded to tug on the back of the blue haired scientist’s purple thong.

“Don't yank on those!” Bulma whined angrily from the sudden pain of her lingerie being pulled against her mound and between her butt cheeks, literally flossing her ass and womanhood simultaneously until the material snapped in two due to the sheer strength of the machine.

“N-No! Wait!” Chi Chi barked at the hands, but they refused to listen to the raven haired mother. They grabbed at her scarf and tore into her clothes, causing all of the buttons on the front of her traditional Chinese dress to pop loose from the force of the robotic hands, exposing her black bra which caused her to scream. “A-AAH!”

“Bulma! Turn this perverted thing off!” Chi Chi shouted at the top of her lungs, blushing from head to toe due to being exposed like this in front of her longtime friend. The raven haired mother hated feeling so powerless, but the only thing that bothered her more than being at the mercy of Bulma’s crazy contraption was the feeling of one of the machine's mechanical hands rubbing itself over her bottom.

Bulma was downright mortified to be put into such a humiliating position and didn't need to be told twice by Chi Chi to shut off her invention. She immediately opened her mouth, announcing an “Emergency Voice Over-” which was interrupted by a swift intervention on the part of her invention.

Before she could even finish her vocal override sequence, the hands had repositioned themselves by releasing her armpits, using one of the robotic hands to hold her up by her wrists while one of the mechanical hands forced the oversized bulb of a pacifier into her mouth. Bulma immediately tried to spit the infantile gag from her mouth, but the two hands that had held her arms were much stronger and faster than she could ever hope to be. They quickly grabbed the plastic straps on both sides of the pacifier and clicked them together behind her head, making it impossible for Bulma to remove the adult sized binky from her mouth.

“M-MM!” Bulma whined into the rubber bulb, furious by this unwelcomed turn of events. However, out of the corner of her something, no, someone caught her attention; it was her son, Trunks!

‘Trunks!’ Bulma blinked her eyes, confused by the sight of her son looking up at her with a menacing grin.

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Donny28 · April 2

And now Chi-Chi and Bulma are at the mercy of Trunks as he’s about to give them the Baby Bottleneck treatment. Awesome! I always loved this comic and can't wait for more.

Daymare · May 2

Donny28: Trunks is going to get his revenge.

“Finally! Been waiting here forever for you to show up, mom!” Trunks declared from the control booth with a triumphant tone, his voice amplified by the speaker system, echoing throughout Bulma’s lab. “It's paid off though, I've got you guys exactly where I want you!”

“What are you talking about!?” Chi Chi shouted bewilderly as she twisted and turned in the iron grip of Bulma’s machine, her arms pinned behind her back while her legs were held up above the rest of her body by another arm of the machine. “Help us get out a this thing, Trunks! Blast it or something!”

“M- MMPH!!!” Bulma shouted at her son through the pacifier that gagged her mouth, defiantly trying to wriggle out of the robotic arm's hold, but her anger filled demands were obstructed and muffled by the pacifier’s bulb.

“I'll be getting my payback for being mom's test subject in this stupid machine” Trunks stood with his arms crossed, remembering how he had spent the past week “helping” his mom perfect this crazy contraption. He inhaled sharply as a memory of himself squirming atop the conveyor belt of his mother's baby care system coursed through his mind. It was impossible to forget how the machine had diapered him against his will. Such a feeling of vulnerability had never been felt by the boy as he vividly recalled one of the robotic hands holding him by his ankles as another random hand peppered his privates with a bottle of baby powder. The sound of his mother's voice swirled around him, reminding him not to fight back as the hands expertly taped a diaper large enough for a boy his age around his hips before sitting him up and dumping even more of the sickening sweet smelling baby powder down the pack of the diaper's fully stretched elastic waistband.

“Both me AND Mai were asked by mom to be in multiple test runs with this stupid machine.” Trunks explained to the woman who still attempted to break free of the machine's hold. The memory of Mai joining him during later test runs of this accursed machine was forever etched in the young man's mind. It had been bad enough when he was being diapered, fed, burped and changed by the machine by himself, but being next to the girl he secretly had a crush on made the whole experience a thousand times more humiliating and embarrassing. Watching Mai being diapered and put into a baby dress had made him feel so many conflicting emotions, but he'll never forget how he had felt when his mother had the machine dress him in a replica of the baby clothing he had worn as an actual infant. “So humiliating!”

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Donny28 · May 2

Yeah, Trunks' Saiyan pride has been injured, and now he'll pay his mom back, or pay it forward in Chi-Chi's case.

Daymare · June 3

Donny28: He definitely had his mom in his sights. Chi Chi is collateral damage, but to be fair... Chi Chi has always been overly strict and annoying when it comes to kids so I doubt Trunks is all that torn up about it. XD

"M--MMAWP!" A loud, muffled groan could be heard coming from the conveyor belt coming from his mother who had been forcibly dropped onto the firm rubber.

Trunks took the controls and made sure that Goten's mom was gently lowered onto the industrial belt by the robotic, glove covered hands. Still, the middle-aged mother who loved to chastise him for his rough housing and pranks had to speak her mind, much to his annoyance.

"This isn't fair!" Chi Chi shouted up at the control center, pausing to look to her right as one of the gloved hands lingered on her shoulder, rubbing it. The raven-haired housewife regained her composure and raised her voice once more. "Let me go, Trunks. I had nothing to do with this!" The next part of Chi Chi's plea followed quickly, as if it was an afterthought, "It's your mom you want not me…"

"M-MMPMEE?" Bulma retorted, her tongue fumbling around the thick, silicon bulb of the pacifier as she stared daggers at Chi Chi, trying to argue with the raven haired housewife, but in her haste, she had completely forgotten about the pacifier in her mouth and was unable to say "Are you kidding me?"

"What?" Chi Chi replied, caught off guard by Bulma's tone. Even if the woman was gagged the middle-aged mother knew backtalk when she heard it. "Look at the mess we're in!" Chi Chi shouted and decided to double down on Bulma since this bizarre situation clearly was brought on by whatever the blue haired inventor had done to her son. "This is all your fault..!"

While the two mothers bickered on the conveyor belt, arguing amongst themselves, Trunks clicked a button labeled "Grooming Protocol" which he had assumed would give them a bath, but his grin grew even wider when he saw two pairs of mechanical arms descending from the rafters of his mom's lab holding shaving razors and cans of shaving cream.

"INITIATING GROOMING PROTOCOL" A computerized voice announced to the fuming women yelling at each other.

Bulma's muffled argument with Chi Chi was interrupted by the announcement and barely a second passed by before one of the robotic hands she had painstakingly designed appeared in front of her. Rage filled her eyes as she reached out with her left hand to push the metallic tendril back while she tried to steady herself on the belt with her right hand. However, she wasn't strong enough to keep the gloved hand away and could only shout at it as it sprayed a thick coating of white shaving foam onto her manicured pubic mound.

"MON MEW MARE!" The sound of her order being garbled by the pacifier only made her angrier. Still, anyone wit ears could hear she was trying to say, "Don't you dare!"

The computer ignored their cries and muffled shouts but couldn't disregard their obvious wriggling. It's monotone yet commanding voice filled the enclosed dome yet again as it ordered the women not to squirm. "NO SQUIRMING!"

Bulma felt the hands grab her ankles, holding them tightly, forcing the enraged scientist to watch as the blue shaving razor divided the pile of shaving cream, clearing a path right down the middle, leaving only a strip of freshly shaved, smooth skin in its wake.

"EEK!" Chi Chi cried out, clearly shocked by what Bulma's invention was doing to her. She had never felt more vulnerable in all of her life and did the only thing she could do as the razor was pulled down against her pussy; shout at the machine. "NO NOT MY BUSH!"

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Donny28 · June 3

Yup. Things are quickly hastening. Plus I like the fact that Trunks isn't fully aware of what everything does, which you wouldn't get just from the comics.

Makes me wonder if he's going to accidentally do something major to them.

Daymare · July 2

Donny28: Trunks may not know what everything does at the moment, but he's a quick learner and there's only so many things that the machine has been programmed to do. If Trunks figures out how to take manual control of the robotic arms... it's going to get a lot worse for Bulma and Chi Chi.

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The machine obviously didn't understand or care about what either of its charges were saying and Chi Chi’s shouts were ignored leaving the mother of two children with no other choice but to lay on her back while the disposable blue, plastic backed double bladed razor repeatedly ran over her cream covered mound. Despite not being restrained by her ankles, like Bulma, the raven haired housewife knew better than to move while the razor was busy shaving her; the last thing she wanted was to get cut during this bizarre situation.

Much like Chi Chi's ear piercing scream to leave her bush alone, Bulma's pacified protests were subsequently disregarded and the enraged mother was forced to watch as her own intention shaved the unruly thicket of blue hairs. Normally, Bulma kept her womanhood trimmed in a neat little rectangle, but after spending weeks toiling away on this machine, the very machine that was now shaving her, she had let her once orderly mound become an overgrown patch of pubic hairs.

Needless to say, she was pissed at Trunks for taking over her invention and humiliating her like this, but part of her rage stemmed from being seen in such a state by Chi Chi who, from what Bulma had seen, found time to keep up on her feminine hygiene. Even if she could talk her way out of this, and get back of Chi Chi's good side, the idea that the raven haired woman could gossip with Eighteen or Videl about the state of her bikini area made Bulma fume.

Neither woman glanced at the other during this degrading process and had no clue that they were being shaved side by side since the machine had held Bulma in place while Ch Chi was gradually moving forward on the conveyor belt with the hands hovering over her as they worked. If either Bulma or Chi Chi had looked over, they would've found yet another reason to shout, but thankfully for their already damaged egos, both were too preoccupied with the razor sliding over their lower lips and to pay any attention to what was happening literally right next to them.

“PROTOCOL COMPLETE!” The robotic voice announced as the razors were pulled away. Suddenly, the glove-covered hands put Bulma onto her knees, seemingly putting her on display before retreating into the air, ready for their next order to be given.

This left both rattled and annoyed women free to survey the damage done by the machine.

Bulma was shocked to see just how thorough of a job her invention had done; there wasn't even a trace of stubble and her skin was completely smooth. Her mound hadn't looked this bare since she was a child!

‘I look like a little girl!’ Bulma's eyes burned with anger as her thoughts shifted to what Vegeta would think. What will Vegeta think?!’

While Bulma worried about what the Prince of Saiyans would say about her immature appearance, Chi Chi was left blushing, absolutely stunned by the state of the area between her legs. To say she was in disbelief was an understatement as the raven haired mother muttered to herself, “it really shaved us clean.” only to follow it up with the question she had been wanting to ask since being stripped, “What kind of machine did you build?”

Even if Bulma could've answered the blushing mother's question she didn't even get a moment to consider what she would've said. The computerized voice immediately boomed above both of them, announcing the next procedure that they would be forced to endure.

“INITIATING MEDICAL CHECK PROCOL”

“W-what does that mean?” The former martial artist stammered slightly as one of the glove covered hands pressed down on her upper back, moving her body onto the conveyor belt until she was on her knees and had to use her hands to keep her face just above the rubber surface on the industrial belt. “What's it doing now, Bulma?”

Bulma couldn't even think as one of the glove covered hands pushed against her back, forcing her forward until the blue haired scientist’s bare breasts were pressed against the surface of the conveyor belt. She instinctively placed her palms flat against the rubbery belt doing her best to keep her head from being pushed down. It all happened so fast and, despite her best efforts, she found herself effectively pinned against the belt on her hands and knees, at the mercy of her own invention.

‘Oh no…’ Given the sudden declaration of the computer and how the gloved hands were spreading apart her butt cheeks, Bulma knew things were about to get a whole lot worse for them. ‘This is bad…’

‘If It's following protocol…’ The blue haired head of Capsule Corp’s anger was rapidly vanishing only to be replaced by anxiety as her mind logically proceeded to figure out exactly what was coming next. “then that means…!”

“AHHHHHHHHHH!”

Just as Bulma remembered what was about to happen, she heard an ear piercing scream coming from Chi Chi. Despite knowing what was coming, Bulma was still unprepared to have a rectal thermometer jammed up her butt. The moment the stuff intruder was jammed into her puckered asshole, Bulma immediately bit down into the silicon bulb of the pacifier and tried to bare the pain. Her eyes practically bulged out of her head from feeling the hard rod being jammed into her virgin hole.

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Donny28 · July 3

2 hours ago, Daymare said:

Donny28: Trunks may not know what everything does at the moment, but he's a quick learner and there's only so many things that the machine has been programmed to do. If Trunks figures out how to take manual control of the robotic arms... it's going to get a lot worse for Bulma and Chi Chi.

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The machine obviously didn't understand or care about what either of its charges were saying and Chi Chi’s shouts were ignored leaving the mother of two children with no other choice but to lay on her back while the disposable blue, plastic backed double bladed razor repeatedly ran over her cream covered mound. Despite not being restrained by her ankles, like Bulma, the raven haired housewife knew better than to move while the razor was busy shaving her; the last thing she wanted was to get cut during this bizarre situation.

Much like Chi Chi's ear piercing scream to leave her bush alone, Bulma's pacified protests were subsequently disregarded and the enraged mother was forced to watch as her own intention shaved the unruly thicket of blue hairs. Normally, Bulma kept her womanhood trimmed in a neat little rectangle, but after spending weeks toiling away on this machine, the very machine that was now shaving her, she had let her once orderly mound become an overgrown patch of pubic hairs.

Needless to say, she was pissed at Trunks for taking over her invention and humiliating her like this, but part of her rage stemmed from being seen in such a state by Chi Chi who, from what Bulma had seen, found time to keep up on her feminine hygiene. Even if she could talk her way out of this, and get back of Chi Chi's good side, the idea that the raven haired woman could gossip with Eighteen or Videl about the state of her bikini area made Bulma fume.

Neither woman glanced at the other during this degrading process and had no clue that they were being shaved side by side since the machine had held Bulma in place while Ch Chi was gradually moving forward on the conveyor belt with the hands hovering over her as they worked. If either Bulma or Chi Chi had looked over, they would've found yet another reason to shout, but thankfully for their already damaged egos, both were too preoccupied with the razor sliding over their lower lips and to pay any attention to what was happening literally right next to them.

“PROTOCOL COMPLETE!” The robotic voice announced as the razors were pulled away. Suddenly, the glove-covered hands put Bulma onto her knees, seemingly putting her on display before retreating into the air, ready for their next order to be given.

This left both rattled and annoyed women free to survey the damage done by the machine.

Bulma was shocked to see just how thorough of a job her invention had done; there wasn't even a trace of stubble and her skin was completely smooth. Her mound hadn't looked this bare since she was a child!

‘I look like a little girl!’ Bulma's eyes burned with anger as her thoughts shifted to what Vegeta would think. What will Vegeta think?!’

While Bulma worried about what the Prince of Saiyans would say about her immature appearance, Chi Chi was left blushing, absolutely stunned by the state of the area between her legs. To say she was in disbelief was an understatement as the raven haired mother muttered to herself, “it really shaved us clean.” only to follow it up with the question she had been wanting to ask since being stripped, “What kind of machine did you build?”

Even if Bulma could've answered the blushing mother's question she didn't even get a moment to consider what she would've said. The computerized voice immediately boomed above both of them, announcing the next procedure that they would be forced to endure.

“INITIATING MEDICAL CHECK PROCOL”

“W-what does that mean?” The former martial artist stammered slightly as one of the glove covered hands pressed down on her upper back, moving her body onto the conveyor belt until she was on her knees and had to use her hands to keep her face just above the rubber surface on the industrial belt. “What's it doing now, Bulma?”

Bulma couldn't even think as one of the glove covered hands pushed against her back, forcing her forward until the blue haired scientist’s bare breasts were pressed against the surface of the conveyor belt. She instinctively placed her palms flat against the rubbery belt doing her best to keep her head from being pushed down. It all happened so fast and, despite her best efforts, she found herself effectively pinned against the belt on her hands and knees, at the mercy of her own invention.

‘Oh no…’ Given the sudden declaration of the computer and how the gloved hands were spreading apart her butt cheeks, Bulma knew things were about to get a whole lot worse for them. ‘This is bad…’

‘If It's following protocol…’ The blue haired head of Capsule Corp’s anger was rapidly vanishing only to be replaced by anxiety as her mind logically proceeded to figure out exactly what was coming next. “then that means…!”

“AHHHHHHHHHH!”

Just as Bulma remembered what was about to happen, she heard an ear piercing scream coming from Chi Chi. Despite knowing what was coming, Bulma was still unprepared to have a rectal thermometer jammed up her butt. The moment the stuff intruder was jammed into her puckered asshole, Bulma immediately bit down into the silicon bulb of the pacifier and tried to bare the pain. Her eyes practically bulged out of her head from feeling the hard rod being jammed into her virgin hole.

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Oh... That looks and sounds painful, but at least Trunks cares for the adult babies' health.

Daymare · August 2

Donny28: It might look painful but the only damage it'll cause is to these overly proud mother's egos.

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After what felt like an eternity the two mortified mother's suddenly heard the sound of beeping coming from their backsides. They laid still, not knowing what was going to happen next given that the machine had literally just shoved a thermometer up their butts when, much to their relief, they felt the stiff plastic of the devices being pulled from their bottoms.

“CHECK UP COMPLETE.” The computerized voice announced, telling anyone with ears that the next step in the process had been fulfilled. It followed up its initial declaration by sharing the results of the health check by saying, “Baby-A: Healthy. Baby-B: Healthy.”

Both Bulma and Chi Chi stood slumped over on the conveyor belt, resting on their faces against the rubber surface after enduring the most violating and humiliating experience either of them had ever been put through. Chi Chi’s face was wet from crying, her ego thoroughly crushed by the machine. She stood still, at a complete loss for words after having her bottom penetrated. It was an act so vile to her that she never would've allowed Goku to do it to her even if he had found a job, saved the world and gotten Gohan into a college all in the same day!

While Chi Chi silently wept for the loss of her anal virginity Bulma stood beside her, trying to process what was happening after she had heard the machine declare both of them as “healthy.” She knew that the machine wasn't addressing her since she had programmed the machine to view anyone on the belt as a baby and that's what it saw both of them as; babies. Even as defeated as she felt, she knew that things were only going to get worse, but she didn't know exactly what was going to happen next. She had only ever tested this function out once and then followed it up by giving Trunks and Mai a bath which, given the circumstances, wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. With that thought in mind, Bulma heard the last thing she wanted to hear.

“INITIATING DRESS PROTOCOL”

Bulma slowly lifted her head off of the conveyor belt and got to her hands and knees, gazing ahead in dread as numerous robotic hands holding powder puffs were coming towards her and Chi Chi. Her body shivered in fear, knowing exactly what Trunks had initiated and how bad things were about to get for not only herself but Chi Chi. “This is bad… We need to get off of this belt!”

Unfortunately for Chi Chi, she couldn't understand a word of what Bulma was trying to tell her, due to the pacifier obstructing her ability to communicate, as the raven haired mother stared down the line, completely shocked by the flurry of mechanized steel arms coming at her with what looked like powder puffs in their ridiculous glove covered hands. The former martial artist was truly at a loss, unable to figure out what was happening or why Bulma had thought creating this machine was a good idea. Sure, Trunks was pushing all the buttons, but he wasn't the person who had designed and built this crazy contraption; Bulma was. In what universe did she think this machine was better than a mother, or even a babysitter, comforting their baby? She felt traumatized and she was a grown woman!

“F-first it strips us…” Chi Chi stumbled over the first syllable, but regained her train of thought, trying desperately to vocalize her thoughts in an attempt to walk through what exactly this machine was going to do to her since her mind was failing to comprehend exactly what was happening to her. “Then violates us…” Chi Chi paused, unable to figure out exactly what was going on. “What next..?”

While Chi Chi was struggling to put together a coherent sentence, Bulma had turned her back to the onslaught of incoming metallic arms and started crawling away her creation as fast as she could. Unfortunately for her, one of the glove covered hands came from the right hand side of the conveyor belt and seized her ankles. Unable to crawl forward, Bulma reached outwards with her left hand, struggling to pull herself out of the strong grip the machine had on her legs, only to feel yet another hand warp itself around her forearm.

“Let go of me!” Bulma screamed into the huge bulb filling her mouth, doing the only thing she could do now that the arms had effectively caught her. “Let go!”

Bulma's bottom twitched in anger as the first glove covered hand started patting her butt. Another hand quickly joined in, alternating between each other as powder puff after powder puff kept patting her bountiful backside with baby powder which created a massive cloud of white, infantile scented powder to fill the air around the struggling scientist who could only voice her frustrations through an adult sized pacifier. Her muffled threats made her justified anger sound more like a whiny, tantrum throwing toddler who didn't want to be put into a diaper than the adult woman she was. “I'm gunna throw you in the scrap heap!”

Chi Chi was far too focused on what was happening to her to care about what Bulma was yelling about. Subconsciously she knew that the idiotic inventor was in the same position that she had found herself in, but it was hard to have any sympathy for the blue haired scientist when a gloved covered hand was pulling her at her leg! The raven haired housewife was forced onto her elbows and, due to her stunned state, the machine didn't even need to use another hand to help pry her legs apart. This allowed a secondary hand to powder her pussy with relative ease.

“Is this a joke!?” Chi Chi asked in a disgusted voice, her face flush with shame as more glove covered hands approached her exposed womanhood with powder puffs ready to cover her crotch in baby powder. “You have to be kidding me!”

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