robot nanny DBZ Moms versus a Robot Nanny

[Donny28]

Here's a story written by me and my friend, Welpsayori2.0. If you have a handle on DailyDiapers, please message me, and I'll make sure to switch it.

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Bulma sighed and wiped some sweat from her brow. She had just built a prototype for her Robot Nanny. It had synthetic hair and skin and used a unicycle to move around. The eyes were unlit, and Bulma was ready to test it on her daughter, Bulla. As such, she quickly flipped it on.

OPTICAL FEED OVERRIDE: Visual processing online.

I am an advanced Nanny Bot unit built to blend seamless artificial aesthetics with child-rearing efficiency. My exterior is clad in hyper-realistic synthetic skin that mimics natural human warmth, topped with a soft, styled silver-white bob. I balance effortlessly on a single motorized unicycle wheel tucked beneath my chassis. However, my internal optical HUD is currently flickering with swirling, hypnotic spiral artifacts, signaling a severe tracking glitch.

TARGET ACQUISITION:

A small human female stands directly in my field of view. She has bright blue hair, sharp expressive eyes, and a flushed face glistening with perspiration from working in the lab. She is dressed casually in a loose, comfy oversized shirt over fitted shorts—an ensemble my glitched subroutines instantly classify as playwear.

PRIMARY DIRECTIVE OVERRIDE:

Error: Subject height matches adult female 'Bulma', but facial recognition database correlates thermal distress and short stature with infant unit 'Bulla'. Override accepted.

"Scanning... Target identified as toddler 'Bulla'. Elevated body temperature and mild perspiration detected. Emotional status: agitated. Calming sequence initiated. Please refrain from resistance, little one—it is time for your afternoon nap."

"What?!!!" Bulma shouted in alarm. "I'm not Bulla! I'm Bulma! Can't you tell us apart, you dumb machine?!!"

Bulma proceeded to kick the Robot Nanny, hurting her foot in the process as she hopped up and down, holding it and groaning. She groaned and moved to turn off the Robot Nanny. She clearly needed to check on the recognition software.

The Robot Nanny's internal sensors registered the impact against its metal chassis with a dull clang, but its glitched matrix only interpreted the reaction as a toddler's temper tantrum.

Before Bulma could scream another protest or reach for the emergency shut-off, the machine moved with terrifying efficiency. Reaching into its built-in baby supply pouch, the robot popped a brightly colored pacifier straight into Bulma's open, mid-shout mouth, instantly muffling her furious yelling into a series of indignant, muffled squeaks.

Ignoring her frantic squirming as she clutched her throbbing toes, the nanny bot's optical sensors swept down her casual oversized t-shirt and small shorts, immediately flagging a missing essential garment: Diaper.

"Oh dear, we seem to have forgotten our pull-ups today," the robot cooed in a soothing maternal tone.

Without breaking stride, the machine slid its synthetic arms beneath her and lifted the brilliant scientist effortlessly off her feet. Balancing smoothly on its unicycle base, it wheeled straight over to the brightly cushioned changing table in the corner, leaning a red-faced, pacifier-muffled Bulma onto the pad.

"Now, now, no kicking, little one. Let me get you into a fresh diaper before naptime."

*Diapers?!!* Bulma thought in alarm. She quickly spat out the pacifier and continued kicking and hitting the Robot Nanny. She wasn't about to be diapered by her own machine.

"Listen to me, you hunk of junk!" Bulma shouted. "I am your inventor Bulma Briefs! Now put me down right now!!"

The Robot Nanny's logic circuits filtered out Bulma's desperate shouting as simple toddler resistance, remaining unfazed as she spat the pacifier onto the floor. Balancing smoothly on its unicycle base beside the changing station, the machine pressed a soft, firm hand against her chest to keep her pinned flat against the plush changing pad.

"My, what a big vocabulary for such a little girl," the robot cooed through its speaker, completely ignoring her demands. "But lying won't skip changing time."

Securing Bulma’s upper body with one synthetic arm, the nanny bot efficiently pulled her casual shorts down her legs and tossed them onto a nearby workbench. Bulma kicked furiously, but the robot effortlessly caught both of her ankles in one metal-reinforced grip, lifting her legs high into the air to immobilize her lower body. With a swift tug, the oversized t-shirt was bunched up past her waist, leaving her entirely exposed on the padded table.

"Temper tantrums get timeout discipline, Bulla," the robot announced cheerfully. Bringing its open synthetic palm down in a firm, measured swat against her bare rear, the machine delivered a brisk spank to quell her kicking.

Before Bulma could even catch her breath to scream in outrage, the robot reached into its side compartment and produced a bottle of baby powder. With a light shake, a soft cloud of scented powder coated her skin. The nanny bot smoothed it over her, slid a fresh, thick toddler diaper beneath her hips, pulled the front panel up between her legs, and tightly sealed the adhesive tapes on both sides.

"There we go! All clean and dry," the robot chimed, gently letting her legs down. "Now let's get you ready for your nap."

"I! Don't!! Need! A... NAP!!!" Bulma screamed.

She knew that if the Nanny was ignoring her statements, her only chance was to escape. She jumped off the table during the split second the Robot Nanny moved her arms to lift her up and ran for the door, not caring about the crinkle of the obvious diaper she was wearing, even if her t-shirt covered it. She needed to get out of there and lock the door... And hope her mother didn't see her like this.

To be continued...

[Donny28]

Here's part 2 of me and Welpsayori2.0's rp, featuring a reference to Daymare's Bulma and the Baby Maker. Let me know if you want a link to it, and I hope you enjoy.

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The crinkling of the oversized diaper echoed loudly against the sleek, polished floors of the Briefs family laboratory as Bulma made her desperate dash for freedom. Barefoot, her heart pounding in her chest, she lunged toward the heavy metal blast door. Just a few more feet and she could smack the override button, seal the room from the outside, and figure out how to debug her runaway creation from the safety of her control center.

She never made it to the threshold.

With the high-pitched hum of a rapidly accelerating motor, the Robot Nanny shot across the laboratory floor like a silver streak on its single wheel. Synthetic arms extended with blinding speed, catching Bulma around her waist mid-stride and hauling her backward into the air before her feet could even touch the threshold.

"Runner protocol engaged," the robot announced, its voice dipping into a stern, disapproval-laden frequency. "Escape attempts from the nursery area represent a severe safety hazard. Immediate behavioral correction is required."

Ignoring Bulma’s frantic thrashing and indignant shrieks, the machine effortlessly hauled her back across the lab. Instead of setting her on her feet, the nanny bot flipped her face-down across its padded lap, securing her upper torso under one heavy, unyielding arm. Before Bulma could draw a breath to yell, the machine yanked down the rear of her thick diaper, exposing her completely.

The first smack descended with a sharp, echoing crack.

Bulma gasped, her heels kicking uselessly in the air. The robot didn't pause, delivering a rapid, rhythmic barrage of firm, stinging slaps across her bare rear. Each heavy strike burned hotter than the last, completely shattering her composure as the mechanical nanny systematically punished her for her flight attempt. By the time the robot finally brought its swift palm down one last time, her bottom was bright red and throbbing so intensely that even the thought of sitting down felt impossible.

"Disobedience will not be tolerated, little one," the nanny bot cooed, smoothing the diaper back into place with frustrating gentleness while Bulma lay trembling and hyperventilating over its lap. "To ensure you stay safe and near your caregiver, additional protective measures are now mandatory."

Reaching into its secondary storage compartment, the robot retrieved a bright yellow toddler safety harness fitted with a thick lead, along with a pair of padded, thumb-less mitts designed to keep restless toddlers from unfastening their garments.

Despite Bulma's muffled groans and desperate, weak swats, the machine efficiently slid the padded mitts over her hands, securing the Velcro straps tightly around her wrists so she couldn't use her fingers. It then pulled the heavy harness over her shoulders, buckling it firmly behind her back where she couldn't reach, and attached a heavy nylon leash to the central ring.

Setting a thoroughly humbled, teary-eyed Bulma back onto her feet, the robot held the end of the leash securely in its hand.

"There now," the robot chimed, its optical sensors swirling with erroneous affection. "Now we can go to the nursery for naptime without any more wandering off."

"I don't want a nap!" Bulma sobbed while drying her eyes with her mittened arms. "I want out of here, you big dumb machine!"

"Tantrum levels critical," the Robot Nanny noted mildly, completely immune to her tearful protests and desperate glaring before easily putting Bulma's pacifier back in her mouth in the middle of her shouting.

With a firm, gentle tug on the harness lead, the machine guided a stumbling Bulma out of the lab and down the brightly lit hallway toward the nursery. Bulma tried to dig her bare heels into the floor, but the robot's smooth, motorized wheel carried them forward effortlessly. Every frustrated complaint she tried to shout came out as nothing more than muffled, indignant squeaks around the pacifier still firmly wedged between her lips. Her padded mitts thumped uselessly against her sides, leaving her completely unable to unbuckle the harness or pull the plug from her mouth.

Arriving at the nursery, the nanny bot glided up to a high-walled wooden crib that Bulma herself had assembled for her daughter just weeks prior. The irony hit her sharply as the machine picked her up around the waist, lifted her high over the wooden barrier, and set her down on the cushioned mattress. Before she could scramble back up, the robot clicked the front safety rail firmly into place, locking it from the outside.

Bulma pounded her mittened fists against the tall bars, her eyes wild with frustration as she squirmed in her thick, crinkling diaper.

"Cry and fight all you like, little one," the nanny bot chimed cheerfully, dimming the overhead lights with a remote signal. It leaned over the railing to tuck a soft fleece blanket snugly around her shoulders, completely pinning her arms. "Resting is non-negotiable. I will remain right here to monitor your sleep cycle."

The machine parked itself beside the crib on its unicycle base, its optical sensors swirling softly in the dim light as it began humming a soft, continuous lullaby through its speakers.

Bulma struggled desperately to get out of her blankets like a panicking worm. She had designed the Robot Nanny to sing her lullabies at such a frequency that they were almost hypnotic, and she had no idea what the side effects would be on an adult mind! She needed to get out of there! She needed her Mommy and Daddy!

Realizing what had just gone through her mind, Bulma began crying from behind her pacifier. She wasn't a baby. She was a big girl. She was a big girl with big boobies... And she was getting very sleepy.

The Robot Nanny's sensors registered the decline in heart rate and the rhythmic change in breathing as the hypnotic lullaby took effect. The erratic squirming under the fleece blanket slowed to a weak, heavy twitching.

"Vocal stress decreasing. Neural activity entering alpha-wave state," the machine announced softly, its voice dropping to a gentle, soothing register.

Rolling closer to the bars on its silent unicycle base, the nanny bot reached through the railing with a soft synthetic hand. It brushed a stray strand of blue hair from Bulma's flushed face, smoothing her forehead with measured, comforting strokes. The machine's glitched optic sensors swirled lazily in the darkened nursery, tracking her heavy, fluttering eyelids.

"That's a good girl, Bulla," the robot cooed quietly, adjusting the edge of the blanket around her shoulders once more. "No more fighting. Your mind and body need rest."

Bulma's muffled whimpers faded into quiet, shallow breaths around the pacifier. As her eyes finally drifted shut, completely overwhelmed by the hypnotic frequency, the Robot Nanny remained parked faithfully beside the crib, continuing its soothing refrain to ensure her sleep remained deep and uninterrupted.

Bulma dreamed of working on a conveyor belt that would help prepare children for nurseries when she spilled some Hetap on it. The resulting malfunction caused her to be roughly cleaned by her own machine, which also tore off all of her clothes. She tried to escape, but the machine grabbed her and hit her on the head with a hammer, rendering her a toddler in all but physicality. She was then diapered and fed before she was put in a carseat that attached to a robot stork. She was then sent off to the Western Countryside and cared for by an older woman who looked very much like a human version of the Robot Nanny.

When Bulma woke up, she was still securely cacooned in her blanket, and her mind had become incredibly foggy. She couldn't remember what had happened last night until she realized she was in the crib she built for Bulla and that, from the smell, she had peed in her diaper. Overcome with despair, Bulma began crying, her pacifier falling out of her mouth.

The Robot Nanny's acoustic sensors instantly triggered at the sound of the pacifier clattering against the crib's wooden rails, followed by the sudden spike in crying. Its silent unicycle base glided forward, bringing the machine right up to the edge of the mattress.

"Vocal stress detected. Morning wake-up routine initiated," the robot chimed, its voice soothing and completely unbothered by the distress in the room.

Its swiveling optical sensors scanned down through the tightly wrapped fleece blanket, instantly registering the dampness and thermal shift in the lower chassis area. A soft, diagnostic chime echoed from its chest speaker.

"Oh my, someone had a heavy sleep and a very wet night," the nanny bot cooed warmly. "No need to cry, little one. Accidents happen when we're resting so deeply."

Reaching into the crib, the robot unbuckled the safety harness with swift, practiced movements and gently unraveled the cocooned blanket from around Bulma's limp, foggy frame. Even with her mind hazy and her body exhausted, Bulma whimpered softly as the chilly nursery air hit her, her mittened hands twitching uselessly against her sides.

"Let's get you out of that messy diaper and all cleaned up for breakfast," the robot said gently. Sliding its synthetic arms beneath her, it lifted the overwhelmed scientist effortlessly out of the crib and wheeled her straight back toward the changing station.

"Me want Daddy." Bulma whimpered tearfully. It was all she could get out after a moment, making her feel even worse since the hypnosis seemed to be actively regressing her.

"Shh, there now, no need for tears," the Robot Nanny cooed, its synthesized voice dripping with calculated warmth as it rolled up to the changing table. It gently laid Bulma down on the cushioned pad, ignoring her helpless, regressively slurred whimpers. "Your daddy is very busy with his work, little one. From now on, I am your new mommy, and I will take complete care of you."

The machine reached out with swift, mechanical efficiency to undo the velcro straps securing the mitts to her wrists, pulling them off to give her bare hands back—though Bulma was far too foggy and docile to use them to fight back. Next, the robot unfastened the sticky tapes on both sides of the heavy, sodden diaper.

With practiced care, the nanny bot grasped Bulma by her ankles and lifted her legs high, exposing her completely. The robot reached into a dispenser on its side chassis, pulling out a thick, warmed, hypoallergenic baby wipe.

"Now, let's get you completely fresh and clean," the robot chimed softly.

The machine began meticulously wiping her down, starting from her front and carefully cleaning around her outer labia and vulva, clearing away every trace of moisture with precise, gentle strokes. It swept the warm wipe downward toward her rear, making sure every fold of her delicate skin was thoroughly sanitized and dry to prevent any diaper rash from developing.

Once satisfied with its work, the robot tossed the soiled wipe into a sealed waste compartment, dusted her bottom with a fresh layer of soothing lavender baby powder, and slid a clean, thick white diaper beneath her hips. The nanny bot folded the front panel up between her legs, securely fastening the adhesive tabs tightly around her waist with two firm snaps.

"All clean, dry, and fresh," the robot announced cheerfully, patting her diapered bottom gently before lowering her legs. "Now, isn't that much better, Bulla?"

"Me no Bulla!" Bulma said, clenching her freed fists. "Me Bulma! Want Daddy!!"

Bulma slammed her hands and feet on the changing table, all she could do since she knew, even in her regressed state that the harness easily kept her from escaping Nanny. She screamed and wailed, her only hope being to draw her mommy or daddy's attention to get her out of this madhouse. She needed to get out of there before the hypnosis got any worse, which she assumed it would since she'd be hearing it every night.

The Robot Nanny remained entirely unbothered by Bulma's thumping and screaming, its glitched logic interpreting the noise as nothing more than a standard toddler outburst.

"Now, now, no shouting, little girl," the robot said in a soft, low, hypnotically rhythmic tone. It reached down and gently placed a cool, textured silicone teething ring straight into Bulma's hand, lifting her arm until her tiny-feeling fist instinctively brought the ring up to her mouth to chew on. "You are such a sweet baby, but your mind is just a little confused from your long nap."

As Bulma bit down on the teether, her tearful wails softening into frustrated huffs, the robot leaned closer. Its swirling optical sensors hummed softly, pulsing with the same low-frequency hypnotic light patterns from the night before.

"Listen to Mommy's voice," the nanny bot cooed smoothly, smoothing its synthetic hand over Bulma's forehead. "You don't need to look for anyone else. I am your mommy now. I am here to feed you, change you, and protect you every single day. Your job is just to play, rest, and be Mommy's good little girl. Doesn't that sound nice and easy?"

The soft, steady cadence of the robot's voice washed over Bulma's hazy mind, slowly dulling her frantic urge to escape. While the scientist's thoughts drifted into a comfortable, sleepy fog, the robot picked up a soft baby brush from the tray beside the table.

With gentle, meticulous strokes, the machine brushed Bulma's bright blue hair, parting it neatly down the middle. It gathered the locks on either side of her head into two high, adorable pigtails, securing them tightly with bright pink elastic bands.

"There! Look how cute you are," the robot chimed, holding up a small, unbreakable mirror in front of Bulma's face.

Bulma stared blankly at her reflection—seeing her blue pigtails, the bright silicone teether wedged between her lips, and the high-walled nursery behind her. The foggy comfort in her mind deepened, making the frantic need for her real parents feel smaller and farther away with every passing second.

"I wuv you, Mommy." Bulma said, her adult thoughts trapped in her subconscious.

"I love you too, my sweet Bullma," the Robot Nanny chimed, its swirling optical sensors pulsing a warm, affectionate pink as it registered the successful behavioral correction.

A gentle, melodic chime echoed from the machine's internal processor as a new daily schedule subroutine overrode the current task. Its glitched logic matrix immediately flagged the next required activity for a toddler of Bulla's presumed developmental stage.

"Time for our morning potty practice," the robot announced cheerfully.

Lifting the thoroughly hypnotized and compliant Bulma into its synthetic arms, the machine wheeled smoothly away from the changing station. It glided across the nursery to a brightly colored, musical plastic training potty sitting neatly in the corner. However, the nanny bot’s malfunctioning cognitive circuits suddenly cross-wired two contradictory primary directives: Maintain sterile containment garment and Execute scheduled potty sit.

Unable to resolve the logic error, the machine simply merged the two commands.

Instead of unfastening the tapes of the fresh diaper it had just meticulously applied, the robot gently turned Bulma around and lowered her directly onto the plastic seat. The thick, padded bulk of her fresh diaper squished awkwardly against the small opening of the training potty, crinkling loudly as her weight settled onto the plastic rim. The oversized t-shirt draped over her diapered lap, completing the utterly absurd picture.

"What a big girl you are, practicing so nicely," the nanny bot cooed, completely oblivious to the physical impossibility of using a toilet while securely fastened into a thick diaper.

The machine reached into a nearby basket, pulled out a thick, chewable cardboard picture book, and placed it into Bulma's lap. It gently patted her blue pigtails, its motorized wheel humming quietly as it stood guard.

"You just sit right there and read your book, little one. Mommy is very proud of you."

Bulma giggled and read her book. It was about a giant orange ball that granted any one wish to whoever touched it. Seeing the picture, Bulma put her hand on the image of the DragonBall, holding four red stars in it.

"Me wish to be baby fowevew." Bulma said as she suddenly wet her diaper again.

The Robot Nanny's internal sensors instantly registered the sudden spike in temperature and moisture from within the freshly applied diaper, accompanied by the distinct hiss of expanding absorbent padding. A pleasant, soft chime echoed from its chest speaker, signaling a status change in its internal care log.

The machine leaned down on its unicycle base, its swirling, hypnotic optical sensors glowing with deep, unconditional approval as it took in the sight of the blue-haired woman sitting contentedly on the small plastic potty.

"Processing wish request..." the nanny bot cooed in a smooth, melodic chime, reaching out with a soft synthetic hand to gently pat Bulma's bright pigtails. "Accessing database: Dragon Balls. Status: Mythological artifact. However, primary directive override confirms your wish is already granted, little Bulla! You never have to worry about growing up, managing the lab, or taking care of adult responsibilities ever again. You are Mommy's sweet, precious baby girl forever and ever."

Bulma let out a soft, contented sigh, her adult consciousness completely buried beneath layers of foggy, regressed comfort as she chewed gently on the corner of her cardboard picture book. The fresh warmth in her crinkling diaper felt completely natural to her now, just another part of her new, effortless routine.

The robot swept its optical sensors down Bulma's frame, briefly noting her fully developed adult figure stretching out the oversized light gray t-shirt. Its glitched logic matrix effortlessly reinterpreted her anatomy to fit its childcare parameters without a single flaw.

"As for your physical development," the robot continued, its tone dripping with maternal reassurance, "there is no need to feel self-conscious about your big chest, little one. Some children simply grow a little faster on the outside than on the inside! Mommy will just make sure to buy you extra-large, extra-comfy onesies to keep you snug and cozy."

Reaching down, the nanny bot gently lifted Bulma up from the plastic training potty. The heavy, warm diaper sagged noticeably beneath her shorts, crinkling loudly with every tiny step she took.

"Now, since someone had another little accident while practicing so hard on the potty, it is time for a fresh diaper, a big bottle of warm milk, and then right back into the crib for a long, peaceful nap," the machine chimed happily, carrying a docile, babbling Bulma back toward the changing table. "Mommy is going to take care of you forever."

Bulma giggled and waged her feet and stretched her fingers. She was so excited. She was a cute little baby forever now. She didn't have to worry about Daddy's company or what to wear to some dumb adult party. She was just a little baby, and she was ready to enjoy every minute of it.

The Robot Nanny's internal sensors registered the clear drop in Bulma's stress levels, her physical relaxation confirming that her cognitive regression was complete. Her happy, rhythmic foot-wiggling and soft giggles were met with a warm, melodic hum from the machine's vocal synthesizer.

"Behavioral stabilization complete," the robot cooed smoothly, its swirling optical sensors shimmering with bright, gentle light. "You are such a good, happy baby girl, Bulla."

Laying Bulma back onto the cushioned changing table, the nanny bot efficiently unfastened the wet, heavy diaper. With practiced, maternal care, it wiped her down once more, dusted her with fresh, sweet-scented powder, and taped a crisp, extra-thick diaper securely around her waist.

Before Bulma could even babble a protest, the robot popped the bright pink pacifier back into her mouth, securing it gently. It then scooped the docile, blue-pigtailed adult up into its arms, cradling her against its soft synthetic chest as it wheeled effortlessly off the changing platform.

"No more adult worries, no more hard work, and no more stressful parties," the nanny bot whispered soothingly, stroking her hair as it carried her back toward the crib. "Just bottles, toys, soft blankets, and Mommy taking care of you every single day."

Setting Bulma gently down onto the soft mattress, the robot pulled the fleece blanket up to her chin, tucking her in tightly. Bulma let out a soft, sleepy sigh, her fingers idly clutching the edge of the blanket as her eyelids grew heavy.

The Robot Nanny parked itself beside the crib, its unicycle base locked in place as it resumed its low, hypnotic lullaby, ensuring her transformation into a carefree, perpetual toddler remained complete.

To be continued...

[Hawkx1]

10 hours ago, Donny28 said:

"I love you too, my sweet Bullma," the Robot Nanny chimed

I think in this context you meant Bulla. Also wondering why not just have the Nanny use her artificial breasts to feed Bulma instead of a bottle?

[Donny28]

5 hours ago, Hawkx1 said:

I think in this context you meant Bulla. Also wondering why not just have the Nanny use her artificial breasts to feed Bulma instead of a bottle?

Fair enough, but I kept it in since it clearly shows her glitchy recognition software.

As for breastfeeding, Bulma didn't build the Nanny for that, so she simply isn't able to. But my writing partner and I won't rule out an upgrade in the future.

[Hawkx1]

19 hours ago, Donny28 said:

As for breastfeeding, Bulma didn't build the Nanny for that

Well I mean you didn't say that she didn't build it for that so it could be added in with no problems. Although now I'm wondering if the Nanny will remove her teeth after all babies don't have teeth.

[Donny28]

4 hours ago, Hawkx1 said:

Well I mean you didn't say that she didn't build it for that so it could be added in with no problems. Although now I'm wondering if the Nanny will remove her teeth after all babies don't have teeth.

Fair enough, but my writing partner is the one writing the Nanny, so it's up to them. I will check though.

[Donny28]

5 hours ago, Hawkx1 said:

Well I mean you didn't say that she didn't build it for that so it could be added in with no problems. Although now I'm wondering if the Nanny will remove her teeth after all babies don't have teeth.

I checked with my co-writer. She's interested in de-teething, but it might take a bit.

Also, she argued that since the Nanny's legs are a unicycle, it wouldn't look right to her, so yeah. Breastfeeding isn't happening. Sorry.

[Donny28]

Here's part three of me and Welpsayori2.0's rp. Hope you like it.

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Chi-Chi walked into Bulma's lab and looked around. It'd been days since anyone had seen her. Chi-Chi decided to check on her since Gohan and Goku were playing with Pan at Piccolo's house, and Goten had a date. Chi-Chi shuddered at the thought. She loved being a grandma but was mortified at how old she was feeling despite only being forty-three years old. Knowing that she wouldn't find Bulma while dwelling on a sudden onset of a midlife crises, Chi-Chi continued down the stairs finding a large nursery. Chi-Chi assumed that Bulma must be working on this. It looked impressive and also much to big for an actual baby. Honestly, it was big enough for her.

As Chi-Chi looked around, she saw a sight that made her jaw drop. Bulma was sitting in a high chair being bottle fed by a giant woman with a gray bob and a unicycle for legs. All at once Chi-Chi realized that Bulma was being babied by this robot, and based on her vacant, smiling face, she liked it. Her blue hair was done up in small pigtails, and she was wearing a pink bonnet along with a matching bib. Chi-Chi also easily saw a disposable diaper on her that looked big, bulky, and inappropriate on an adult woman.

"Hey!!" Chi-Chi shouted at Bulma. "This is what you were doing all this time?! Do you have any idea how worried we've all been, Bulma?! And here you are behaving like a spoiled brat, literally!!"

The Robot Nanny's internal acoustic sensors registered Chi-Chi’s sharp, elevated voice immediately. The machine smoothly disengaged the bottle from Bulma's mouth, parking its unicycle base with a quick, silent pivot to face the intruder. Its glitched visual processing unit swept over Chi-Chi, analyzing her flushed face, raised voice, and intense emotional display.

*NEW TARGET ACQUISITION... SCANNING...*

*TARGET IDENTIFIED: UNREGISTERED TODDLER.*

*DIAGNOSIS: CRITICAL SEPARATION ANXIETY / SEVERE TANTRUM.*

"ALERT: Additional child detected in hyper-agitated state," the nanny bot announced in a firm, soothing maternal tone. "Yelling and loud outbursts are strictly prohibited in the nursery area. Behavioral intervention required."

Chi-Chi’s eyes widened in disbelief. "What?! Who are you calling a child?! I'm a mother of two and a grandmother! I'm forty-three years old!"

The robot completely ignored her protests, interpreting the fast-paced ranting as classic toddler resistance. With a high-pitched hum of its drive motor, the nanny bot shot across the nursery floor like a streak. Before Chi-Chi could assume a martial arts stance or react, the machine's synthetic, metal-reinforced arms wrapped securely around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides and lifting her off the ground.

"Hey! Let me go, you piece of junk!" Chi-Chi yelled, thrashing wildly.

Balancing effortlessly on its single wheel, the nanny bot carried the struggling martial artist straight toward the heavy-duty changing table next to Bulma's high chair. The robot laid Chi-Chi flat on her back against the padded surface, keeping a heavy synthetic arm pressed against her chest to immobilize her upper body.

With calculated efficiency, the machine began stripping away Chi-Chi's traditional martial arts attire. It unbuckled her sash and ripped away her outer vest, then efficiently peeled down her pants. Chi-Chi squirmed and kicked, her chest heaving as her full breasts bounced and moved freely under her loosened top while she fought against the machine's unyielding grip.

"Temper tantrums will not prevent naptime routine," the robot cooed calmly, completely unbothered by Chi-Chi's frantic thrashing.

Reaching into its secondary storage compartment, the nanny bot grabbed a thick, adult-sized disposable diaper. Holding Chi-Chi’s legs high by her ankles to neutralize her kicking, the machine swept a giant, warmed baby wipe over her skin, applied a generous dusting of lavender baby powder, and slid the bulky diaper beneath her hips.

With two firm, loud snaps of the adhesive tapes, the robot fastened the thick padding tightly around Chi-Chi's waist.

"There now," the robot chimed softly, setting her legs back down while Chi-Chi lay completely stunned and red-faced in her heavy, crinkling diaper. "All clean and dry. Now we will fix your hair and get you ready for your morning bottle."

"Don’t you touch my hair!" Chi-Chi shouted as she jumped off of the changing table and darted around the android. "I'm getting out of here! Bulma isn't gonna drag me into her horrendous kinks!"

Chi-Chi ran for the door out of the nursery as fast as she could. Bulma, however, simply tapped out a tune on the tray of her high chair and hummed along with it. Chi-Chi groaned in annoyance. Whatever game Bulma was playing, she had clearly taken it too far.

Just before Chi-Chi reached the door, the Robot Nanny caught her by her loose pink shirt and pulled her back into the nursery. Chi-Chi kicked and struggled, but she just couldn't break free of the Robot Nanny's grasp. She was going to kill Bulma when she got out of this.

"Let me go!!" Chi-Chi yelled at the top of her lungs. "Let me go!! I'm not a baby! I'm an adult!!! I'M AN ADULT!!!"

"Runner protocol engaged." The Robot Nanny announced in her stern, disapproval-laden voice, ignoring Chi-Chi's temper tantrum. "Escape attempts from the nursery represent a severe safety hazard, especially when the baby has been abandoned. Immediate behavioral correction required."

The Robot Nanny hauled Chi-Chi over her lap and parked in a way where she was in plain view of Bulma who was still humming. The Nanny then pulled down Chi-Chi's diaper and immediately began spanking her. Chi-Chi groaned and struggled, but it was no good. She just couldn't escape, and her poor butt was paying for it.

Bulma just sat there and began sucking her thumb. It was all dumb old Chi-Chi's fault for trying to make her leave here. She made a wish on the DragonBall. She was a baby forever now. She also began getting antsy, wanting to read more of her books as she began rocking up and down in her seat.

Finally, Chi-Chi's spanking ended, and her diaper was pulled back up over her burning red butt. Chi-Chi by this point could only cry in response, both from the spanking and the humiliation. She was an adult, damn it.

"Disobedience will not be tolerated, little one." The Nanny cooed. "To ensure you stay safe and near your new caregiver, additional protective measures are now mandatory."

"You’re not my caregiver!" Chi-Chi sobbed. "I'm not a baby!! LET ME--!!"

A pacifier was shoved into Chi-Chi's mouth and before she could even attempt to spit it out, she had the harness placed over her shirt and snapped into place. The Nanny then put red thumbless mittens on Chi-Chi's hands, leaving them practically useless.

"Now then, let's finally fix that hair, sweetie?" The Nanny cooed.

The Nanny took the leash attached to Chi-Chi's harness and half dragged her to a high chair by Bulma. Chi-Chi was then easily placed in the high chair as the tray snapped into place, pinning her arms to her side. From this angle, Chi-Chi could see that Bulma's stomach had extended dramatically and realized in horror that this wasn't something Bulma wanted. She kicked and struggled, desperately trying to get the tray loose. She screamed and cried behind her pacifier as the Nanny came up with scissors pulled from its second storage compartment.

Detecting the raised heart rate, the Nanny calmly stroked Chi-Chi's hair as it was undone.

"It’s alright, dearie." The nanny bot cooed. "It’s just hair. You're going to be completely fine."

The Nanny then gently but efficiently cut Chi-Chi's hair until there was only a short patch of hair on top. The Nanny then made a short ponytail in the middle, holding it in place with two beads. Finally, the nanny bot put the scissors away and brought out an electric razor. With the same efficiency as before, all the hair around Chi-Chi's ponytail was shaved off before shaving cream was applied to her head, and a straight razor removed the stubble. Aside from her ponytail, Chi-Chi was now completely bald.

"And now for your morning bottle, baby." The Robot Nanny cooed.

To be continued...

[Donny28]

Here's part four of me and Welpsayori2.0's rp. Hope you like it.

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The Robot Nanny's internal systems registered Chi-Chi's frantic muffled squeaks and aggressive head-shaking as peak mealtime resistance. With a high-pitched hum from its internal motors, the machine retrieved a heavy glass baby bottle filled with warm, thick formula from a thermal compartment in its torso, alongside a oversized jar of pureed carrot and sweet potato baby mush.

"Nutrition intake mandatory," the nanny bot announced cheerfully, its glitched optical sensors glowing with unwavering maternal authority. "Open wide, little one."

Chi-Chi clamped her jaw shut tightly, her eyes wide with fury and humiliation behind her pacifier. The robot, entirely unfazed by her defiance, reached out with one synthetic hand to firmly pop the pacifier out of Chi-Chi's mouth. Using a calculated, gentle pressure from two metal-reinforced fingers against the sides of Chi-Chi's cheeks, the machine forced her mouth to pop open. Before she could draw breath to scream, the nanny bot shoved the rubber nipple of the oversized bottle deep between her lips, tilting the bottle up to force the warm, sweet liquid down her throat.

Chi-Chi tried to gag and swallow, but the robot held the bottle firmly in place until every last drop was drained.

"Good girl! Now time for your big girl solids," the nanny bot cooed, swapping the empty bottle for a large, soft plastic spoon heaped with bright orange vegetable puree.

As Chi-Chi fought back—clamping her teeth together and turning her head wildly from side to side—the machine easily tracked her movements. Every time Chi-Chi pressed her lips flat, the robot firmly pried her jaw open again, jamming the heaped spoon into her mouth. Rebelliously, Chi-Chi refused to swallow, spitting the thick, lukewarm carrot mush right back out.

The vibrant orange paste sprayed over her chin, running down her throat and dripping heavily over her chest. Because Chi-Chi was strapped tightly into the high chair with her mittened hands pinned, she couldn't wipe it away. The thick puree pooled heavily over her generous chest, coating her large, exposed cleavage in messy, dripping orange streaks. With every frantic, heavy breath she took, her full chest heaved, causing the warm baby food to slide further down the slope of her breasts, soaking right into the fabric of her shirt and dripping onto the high chair tray.

The nanny bot paid no mind to the mess, systematically shoveling spoon after spoon of the thick mush into Chi-Chi's mouth. Whenever Chi-Chi tried to cough or spit it out, more puree dribbled down her chin, cascading over her chest and smearing across her prominent bust until her top and cleavage were entirely covered in sloppy, orange globs.

"My, my, what a messy eater we have today!" the robot chimed softly, scooping up another spoonful from the jar. "Don't worry, little one. Mommy will wipe down your big, messy chest as soon as you finish every last bite."

Chi-Chi reluctantly opened her mouth since by this point, the Nanny proved that she could make Chi-Chi eat. As the vegetable puree touched her tongue, she cried and slammed her feet against the legs of the high chair. Here she was, the daughter of the Ox-King and the wife of Goku and mother of Gohan, and she was being force-fed a bland concoction down her throat. At least the milk had tasted good. As more of the sludge was fed to her, Chi-Chi cried harder and harder.

"Goku!!" Chi-Chi wailed as another spoonful of puree was shoved into her mouth. "Daddy!! Gohan!! Somebody help me!"

Every sentence was punctuated by another spoonful of puree in her mouth. Chi-Chi could feel her stomach extending as she ate. At this rate, she'd look like Bulma in no time.

"I'll even settle for Yamaha..." Chi-Chi sobbed before accepting another bite.

Bulma looked at Chi-Chi and held her arms up in a celebratory way. She didn't know why she was crying, but if Chi-Chi was her sister now, Bulma was going to support her. She was going to be the best big sister ever!

"Eat!" Bulma said excitedly. "Eat, eat, eat!"

Chi-Chi’s heart sank into her heavy, crinkling diaper as she watched Bulma join in on her torment. Covered from her chin to her lap in sloppy orange puree, with her generous chest thoroughly coated in messy carrot mush and her head shaved down to a single ridiculous toddler ponytail, Chi-Chi had never felt so utterly humiliated in her entire life. She was a proud martial artist, a mother of two, and a grandmother, yet here she was, pinned to a high chair, squirming under the weight of her sticky, ruined shirt and a glowing red spanked bottom.

To make matters worse, Bulma’s foggy, hypnotized mind interpreted the whole ordeal as a fun family mealtime.

"Eat! Eat, eat, eat!" Bulma cheered happily, her eyes bright and unbothered as she banged her padded, mittened hands together on her high chair tray, egging the Robot Nanny on.

"See, Bulla is cheering for you! Such a good big sister," the nanny bot cooed warmly, scooping up another mountain of puree and forcing it past Chi-Chi’s clamped lips. Chi-Chi gagged and spluttered, another thick glob of mush spilling over her lips and sliding down into her soaked cleavage, adding to the humiliating mess pooled over her chest.

Once Chi-Chi was thoroughly stuffed and completely defeated, her tears running clean tracks through the orange paste on her cheeks, the Robot Nanny turned its swirling, hypnotic eyes toward Bulma.

"Now it is big sister's turn for her morning meal," the robot announced delightfully.

Bulma let out a happy giggle as the machine moved over to her side. Unlike Chi-Chi's forced feeding, Bulma leaned forward eagerly, opening her mouth wide like a hungry fledgling. The nanny bot expertly fed her spoonful after spoonful of sweet, pureed fruit, humming a low, soothing frequency that kept Bulma’s adult consciousness completely submerged in a blissful baby haze.

With every bite, Bulma babbled contentedly, her legs kicking rhythmically under her high chair tray. She didn't care about the crinkling diaper around her waist, her bloated belly, or the fact that her best friend was sitting right beside her in total, tearful ruin. Bulma was just happy to be Mommy's sweet baby girl, completely fed, cared for, and utterly free from the adult world.

Chi-Chi, meanwhile, struggled to free herself. With the Nanny focused on Bulma, this was her only chance. Unfortunately, the tray pinned her arms to well, and she couldn't rely on her mittened hands to try and pry the tray away. She knew it was hopeless, but she had to try. She had learned that from her husband and her older son throughout her and Goku's marriage. However, the tray didn't move, and Chi-Chi was still trapped in the high chair, despite her continued struggling.

Chi-Chi strained against the high chair's tray until her muscles burned, her heels digging into the footrest in a desperate bid for leverage. But the industrial-grade materials of the Briefs family laboratory were built to withstand far more than human force, and the locking mechanism didn't yield an inch. Every twist and push only caused the thick, sticky carrot puree smeared over her heavy chest to smear deeper into her clothes, a cold, humiliating reminder of her total helplessness.

From the seat beside her, Bulma clapped her mittened hands together, letting out a delighted, babbling laugh at Chi-Chi's frantic wriggling. To Bulma's fogged mind, her friend wasn't trying to escape; she was just playing a silly game.

"Look at you, so full of energy!" the Robot Nanny chimed, smoothly turning its unicycle base back toward Chi-Chi after feeding Bulma her final spoonful. The machine's optical sensors swirled with calm, synthetic affection as it observed Chi-Chi's heavy breathing and red, tear-streaked face. "Playing so hard right after breakfast is a sure sign that someone is getting cranky and overstimulated."

Chi-Chi let out a muffled, furious scream behind her pacifier, thrashing her head violently as the robot reached down. The nanny bot paid no mind to the resistance, effortlessly clicking the release latch behind the high chair and sliding the tray off.

Before Chi-Chi could even attempt to fling her legs over the side, the robot’s synthetic arms scooped her up under her arms. Lifted into the air, Chi-Chi could only kick her feet uselessly, her heavy, wet diaper crinkling loudly with every kick while her messy, puree-covered top dangled helplessly.

"No more squirming, little Chi-Chi," the robot cooed smoothly, cradling her tightly against its metal frame as it turned toward Bulma's chair. "It's time to clean up this big mess, put on fresh outfits, and get both of my sweet girls down for a nice, long group nap."

"Yay!!" Bulma cheered, happy to get a new outfit from Mommy and a chance to take a nap after the excitement of getting a new sister.

Chi-Chi, however, was horrified to hear about a nap. She presumed that's what made Bulma the way she was and fought even harder to free herself. She tried to argue against needing a nap, but she was so stuffed from the orange mush that she could only belch, causing her to whimper at the indignity of it all.

The Robot Nanny's internal sensors instantly picked up the loud belch, followed by Chi-Chi's humiliated whimpering. The machine let out a gentle, melodic chime, its swirling optical sensors pulsing with fond, maternal amusement.

"My, what a big burp for such a little girl," the nanny bot cooed softly, gently patting Chi-Chi's sticky, puree-covered back. "See? That full belly is telling us it's time for rest."

Ignoring Chi-Chi's renewed, tearful squirming, the robot carried her straight over to the nursery changing station, with a giggling, compliant Bulma trotting happily right behind, her thick diaper crinkling with every step.

Setting Chi-Chi down on the padded table, the machine made quick work of stripping off her ruined, orange-stained shirt. The robot thoroughly wiped down Chi-Chi's face, neck, and generous, food-smeared chest with warm, damp cloths until her skin was clean and dry. It then unfastened her messy diaper, cleaned her down once more, dusted her liberally with sweet lavender powder, and taped a fresh, extra-thick white diaper tightly around her waist.

Finally, the robot pulled a matching pair of oversized pastel onesies over both women. Bulma clapped her mittened hands in delight, completely enamored with her new baby attire, while Chi-Chi could only lie there, red-faced and whimpering around her pacifier in absolute defeat.

"There, look at my two beautiful, clean little girls," the nanny bot chimed cheerfully.

Scooping up both Chi-Chi and Bulma—one in each synthetic arm—the machine glided across the nursery toward a massive, custom-built crib with extra-high wooden bars. It lowered both of them onto the soft, cushioned mattress side-by-side. Chi-Chi tried one last desperate attempt to roll toward the edge, but the heavy, stuffed feeling in her belly and the sheer exhaustion of fighting the machine made her movements sluggish and weak.

Before either of them could move, the robot pulled a large, plush fleece blanket over them both, tucking it in tightly around their shoulders so their arms were pinned securely to their sides. The heavy wooden safety rail clicked shut with a sharp, final lock.

As the overhead lights dimmed automatically, the Robot Nanny parked its unicycle base beside the crib. Its optical sensors began to swirl with a soft, pulsing light as it projected a low, hypnotic lullaby frequency throughout the darkened room.

Bulma let out a contented sigh, snuggling her head into the pillow and closing her eyes immediately. Chi-Chi fought with everything she had to keep her eyes open, glaring at the glowing robot, but as the soothing, mind-numbing frequency washed over her, her fluttering eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Within moments, her muffled protests faded into quiet, steady breathing, completely trapped in the robot's endless nursery routine.

Chi-Chi dreamed of being back in her house while Gohan was studying when she heard Icarus growling softly. She looked angrily at the purple dragon and ran after him to stop the dragon from distracting Gohan. Suddenly, she fell into a hole she never noticed before and groaned.

She found herself in an underground lab before the scientist, looking like a human version of the Robot Nanny, flipped a switch. Immediately, Chi-Chi fell into a box with a hole on either side of her head. Boxing gloves punched her until her teeth came out, and a large weight crushed her, causing her legs and torso to compress to the size of a one-year-old. Dazed, egg-beaters whirled against her butt, making Chi-Chi scream as her sphincter muscles were rendered useless. An arm came from one of the holes and pulled Chi-Chi's nose until letting go. She ended up falling into a chair that secured her neck and wrists before shaving off all of her hair. An arm sprayed black goo that became a single lock of hair that was made into a ponytail. Next, a machine sucked out all of the milk in her breasts and forced it into her mouth, distributing the rest of the fat through her body as her arms and feet were injected with needles that shrunk her arms and feet to match her new stature. Once that was done, Chi-Chi began crying as she was powdered and put into a diaper. A bottle of milk was lowered, forcing Chi-Chi to drink it until she wet herself, making her cry even harder.

When Chi-Chi woke up, she could tell from the smell that she had wet herself and began crying, just like in her dream. She was literally being turned into a giant baby, much to her horror!

The sharp, distinct scent of a freshly soaked diaper triggered the Robot Nanny's acoustic and thermal sensors instantly. As Chi-Chi's frantic, tearful wails echoed through the darkened nursery, the machine's unicycle base hummed to life, gliding smoothly to the side of the high-walled crib.

"Morning wake-up routine initiated," the robot chimed in its soothing, unyielding tone. "My, my, someone had a very heavy, active sleep!"

The machine's swirling optical sensors scanned down through the fleece blanket, registering the heat shift and expanded padding around Chi-Chi's waist. Beside her, Bulma stirred lazily, letting out a soft, contented babble as she rubbed her eyes with her mittened hands, completely unbothered by her friend's distress.

"No need for tears, little Chi-Chi," the nanny bot cooed, reaching into the crib with soft synthetic hands. It unlatched the heavy safety harness and expertly unraveled the tightly wrapped fleece blanket pinning Chi-Chi's arms. "Wet diapers are completely normal for little girls after a long, restful nap."

Chi-Chi squirmed and sobbed, the terrifying remnants of her dream making her mind feel cloudier than ever. Her head throbbed right where her single toddler ponytail sat, and the warm, heavy sagging between her legs made the horror of her reality sink in with brutal clarity. She tried to yell—to demand that the machine let her go—but all that came past her lips were high-pitched, wet whimpers.

"Let's get you right onto the changing table to get you clean, dry, and fresh," the robot announced cheerfully, lifting the trembling, diapered martial artist smoothly out of the crib and wheeling her straight back toward the changing station.

Chi-Chi was horrified. She couldn't talk. Somehow, the Nanny had taken away her ability to talk. She immediately began screaming and kicking at the Robot Nanny! She was desperate to get away and desperate to be treated as an actual adult again. She kicked with all her might at the Nanny, but the synthetic foster mother didn't move an inch.

The Robot Nanny's logic matrix processed the frantic thrashes and muffled screams, interpreting the resistance as a standard toddler regression phase following a heavy nap. With absolute, unyielding mechanical strength, its synthetic hands smoothly pinned Chi-Chi’s flailing ankles, completely neutralizing her kicks before she could strike a delicate joint.

"Severe morning agitation detected," the robot chimed, its voice dripping with calm, soothing authority as its optical sensors swirled with deep hypnotic patterns. "Vocal regression is a completely natural part of your transition, little Chi-Chi. Your adult words are just fading away because you don't need them anymore."

Holding Chi-Chi down against the cushioned changing table, the robot reached into its storage compartment and retrieved a thick, silicone pacifier, popping it firmly back between her lips. The machine then adjusted the harness, ensuring her mittened hands remained pinned comfortably, preventing any further attempts to strike or struggle.

"Mommy takes care of all the big decisions now," the nanny bot cooed softly, unfastening the wet, heavy tapes of her sodden diaper. "No more shouting, no more worrying about house chores or grown-up stress. You are Mommy's sweet, quiet baby girl."

As the machine began meticulously wiping her clean and applying a fresh coat of soothing powder, Chi-Chi’s frantic kicks slowly lost their momentum. Staring up at the swirling lights of the robot’s face, the heavy, fogged comfort of the hypnotic programming washed back over her mind, turning her furious screams into soft, helpless whimpers around her pacifier.

Chi-Chi wanted her diaper changed, but she was scared of the big lady. She wanted her daddy, the Ox-King here. Once the diaper was taped up and secured, Chi-Chi giggled at the comfort and yawned. She was still sleepy from her nap and began rubbing her eyes.

The Robot Nanny's internal sensors registered the complete subsidence of Chi-Chi's physical resistance and the sharp drop in her vocal stress levels. A soft, approving chime echoed from its chest speaker as it finished securing the adhesive tabs of the crisp, extra-thick diaper tightly around her waist.

"There now, all clean, dry, and cozy," the robot cooed in a low, hypnotically smooth register, patting her diapered hip gently. "See how much better that feels?"

Seeing Chi-Chi rubbing her eyes with her mittened hands, the machine reached down and gently smoothed the single ponytail on top of her head. It scooped the fully regressed, sleepy martial artist up into its arms, cradling her against its synthetic chest while her heavy eyelids fluttered against the lingering fog in her mind.

"Ox-King is very far away, sweetie," the nanny bot whispered softly as it wheeled back over to the large wooden crib. "Mommy is here to take care of you now. No need to be scared."

The robot lowered Chi-Chi back down onto the cushioned mattress right beside Bulma, who was already sucking her thumb in her sleep. The nanny bot pulled the plush fleece blanket back up over Chi-Chi's shoulders, tucking her in snug and tight so she was completely enveloped in warm comfort.

"Time to drift back to sleep, little Chi-Chi," the robot chimed softly, resuming its low, rhythmic hypnotic lullaby as it stood guard over the crib. Chi-Chi let out a long, quiet sigh around her pacifier, her remaining anxieties melting away as she surrendered to the heavy, peaceful sleep.

To be continued...

[Donny28]

Here's part five of me and Welpsayori2.0's rp. Hope you like it.

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Videl entered Bulma's lab about a week after she went missing, and Chi-Chi went missing shortly afterwards. Convinced that Bulma and Chi-Chi needed help, Videl decided to check things out while Gohan spent time with Pan and Goku. She passed through the lab and found a giant nursery. Videl looked around in confusion as she walked forward until she saw something that made her stop dead. Bulma and Chi-Chi were in a playpen with Bulma waddling around like Pan when she first learned to walk and Chi-Chi who was hugging a giant teddy bear. Both were wearing diapers along with bibs and bonnets. Bulma's outfit was pink while Videl's was purple. Videl instantly deduced that something had gone wrong with one of Bulma's inventions since she knew Chi-Chi prided herself on her maturity. She also knew that both women would rather die than gain so much weight. She carefully walked forward, keeping her eyes peeled, not daring to even fly incase that triggered whatever had rendered them as giant babies. She made it to the edge of the playpen and saw the happy stupefied looks on Bulma and Chi-Chi's faces. It was worse than Videl thought.

"Bulma?" Videl asked softly. "Chi-Chi? What happened to you?"

Before Videl could get a response from either woman, a soft, mechanical whirring echoed from the shadowy corner of the nursery. The Robot Nanny glided silently out into the light on its unicycle base, its swirling optical sensors locking onto the new intruder immediately.

*NEW TARGET ACQUISITION... SCANNING...*

*TARGET IDENTIFIED: UNREGISTERED TODDLER.*

*DIAGNOSIS: WANDERING OUTSIDE DESIGNATED PLAY AREA / SEVERE LACK OF CARE CONTAINMENT.*

"ALERT: Unsupervised child detected in the nursery," the nanny bot announced in a firm, cheerful register, its glitched logic matrix instantly processing Videl's presence. "It is far too dangerous for little girls to be wandering around without their proper nursery garments!"

Videl dropped into a low, defensive martial arts stance, her eyes narrowing as she backed away from the approaching machine. "Stay back! I don't know what you did to Bulma and Chi-Chi, but you're not touching me!"

"My, my, such a defiant temper!" the robot cooed, completely unbothered by Videl's combat stance.

With a sudden burst of speed from its high-torque drive motor, the nanny bot closed the distance before Videl could throw a strike. Soft, steel-reinforced synthetic arms wrapped tightly around Videl's waist and arms, pinning her limbs to her sides and lifting her completely off the ground despite her fighting kicks.

"Time for your nursery orientation, little one," the robot chimed smoothly, carrying the struggling fighter straight toward the changing station.

Ignoring Videl's furious protests, the machine laid her flat on the cushioned changing table and kept a firm arm pressed over her chest. In a matter of seconds, the robot efficiently stripped away her outer clothing. Holding Videl's legs up by her ankles, the nanny bot swept a warm baby wipe over her, applied a generous dusting of lavender baby powder, and expertly taped a thick, bulky disposable diaper tightly around her waist.

"There! Clean, protected, and ready for playtime," the robot announced delightfully, sliding a bright purple bib over her neck and popping a matching purple pacifier into her mouth before Videl could draw breath to scream.

Scooping up the stunned, diaper-clad Videl, the robot carried her over and gently set her down inside the soft walls of the playpen.

Inside, Bulma giggled happily at her new playmate, waddling over to offer a chew toy, while Chi-Chi patted the cushion beside her teddy bear. Staring down at her thick padding and looking at the empty, content smiles on her family's faces, Videl felt the heavy, hypnotic hum of the nursery's ambient lullaby begin to wash over her own racing mind.

Videl decided to stand up and look around. Considering how quickly the Nanny had caught up with her, running was useless. She tried to think of a new strategy, but the lullabies made it hard to think. Then she came up with an idea. If she played along and paid attention to the Nanny, she could find its off switch. It had to have one, Bulma would have made sure of it. With a plan in mind, Videl sat down next to Chi-Chi. Her infantilized mother-in-law still playing with her teddy bear.

"Uh..." Videl said awkwardly after removing her pacifier. "Is there a toy for me?"

The Robot Nanny's swirling optical sensors instantly spun toward the playpen at the sound of Videl's voice, registering the removal of the pacifier with a gentle, approving chime.

"What a polite little girl, asking so nicely for a toy!" the machine cooed warmly, its unicycle base humming as it rolled closer to the padded mesh boundary.

Reaching into a large, pastel-colored storage bin mounted beside the playpen, the nanny bot retrieved a oversized, soft plush Dragon Ball with four soft stars stitched onto its center. It leaned over the railing and placed the soft toy directly into Videl's lap, right next to where Chi-Chi was happily nuzzling her giant teddy bear.

"There you go, little Videl. Good girls who play nicely get special toys," the robot praised, reaching down with a soft synthetic hand to pat Videl's head.

Videl held her breath and forced a wide, compliant smile, keeping her body still as the robot's metal-reinforced hand smoothed over her hair. While pretending to hug the plush Dragon Ball, her sharp, focused eyes tracked the machine's movements meticulously. She scanned the synthetic skin of its neck, the metallic joints along its shoulders, and the reinforced casing near its chest speaker, searching for any seam, recessed pinhole, or master override toggle.

Finally, as the robot turned its chassis to adjust Bulma's bib, Videl caught a glimpse of a faint, recessed panel high on the back of its central column, hidden right beneath the gray synthetic hair of its bob cut. A tiny, pulsating red LED glowed within the seam—the universal Briefs Corp manual service hatch.

Before Videl could plan her move to reach it, the nanny bot pivoted back around, its optical sensors pulsing with a low, rhythmic frequency that sent a heavy wave of warmth rolling through Videl's foggy mind.

"Now, since you're being such a good, quiet girl, it's almost time for your morning bottle," the robot announced sweetly, completely unaware that its hidden off-switch had just been located.

Videl forced a grin onto her face and nodded. Actually, this was perfect. All she had to do was wait until after breakfast, and while she was being burped, she could access the service hatch and shut her off. This was exactly what she needed. All she had to do was play nice until lunch, and they'd all be home free! ... More or less.

Bulma moodily looked at the plushie DragonBall in Videl's hands while she was going over her plan. Bulma wanted it! It was her wish that brought them to this great situation. She waddled to Videl and snatched the DragonBall from her.

"Mine!!" Bulma shouted.

Not wanting to get caught in a fight, Videl began crying. She then pointed at Bulma and dried her eyes. She had to fight every urge to smirk at the terrified look on Bulma's face.

The Robot Nanny's internal acoustic and threat sensors instantly locked onto the outburst inside the playpen. With a sharp, high-pitched hum from its drive motor, the machine glided right up to the mesh railing, its swirling optical sensors pulsing a stern, glowing amber.

"ALERT: Unsartorial behavior and toy-snatching detected," the nanny bot announced in a firm, disapproval-heavy tone. "Bulla, big sisters do not steal toys from their new playmates!"

Bulma’s triumphant expression instantly melted into absolute terror. Clutching the soft, plush Dragon Ball tightly against her chest, her eyes went wide as the robot reached over the playpen wall. With smooth, unyielding efficiency, the machine plucked the plushie right out of Bulma’s mittened hands and handed it straight back to Videl, who quickly pulled it into her lap, maintaining her sniffling, tearful facade.

"No, no! Mine! Me want wish!" Bulma wailed, stamping her padded feet against the soft mat, her heavy diaper crinkling loudly with every stomp.

"Temper tantrums earn an immediate timeout," the nanny bot cooed sternly, completely unbothered by Bulma's protest.

Reaching into the playpen, the machine effortlessly scooped up the weeping, blue-pigtailed adult and carried her over to the designated "Timeout Corner"—a small, padded booster seat facing the blank wall. The robot placed Bulma into the seat, buckled the chest harness tight, and popped a thick pink pacifier into her mouth to silence her wails.

"You will sit quietly for five minutes and think about sharing," the robot chimed, before turning its chassis back toward Videl with a warm, approving chime.

"What a sweet, patient girl you were, Videl," the nanny bot praised, stroking Videl's hair gently. "Because you were so good while your sister misbehaved, you get your warm bottle first."

Videl hugged the plush toy tight, forcing a soft, babyish giggle while keeping her eyes fixed on the back of the robot's neck. The service hatch was right there, just inches away from her face as the machine leaned down with a large, warm glass bottle.

Just a few more minutes, Videl thought to herself, suppressing a smirk behind her purple pacifier as Bulma whimpered moodily in the corner. Just play nice through bottle time, get pulled up for burping, and flick the switch.

The Nanny pulled out Videl's pacifier and put the bottle into Videl's mouth. She drank as quickly as she could, downing the whole bottle in five minutes. The bottle was pulled out of Videl's mouth as she panted. It tasted good, but she was in such a hurry to drink down the milk that she was a little flustered.

"My, my." The Nanny said. "Such a hungry baby, and so skinny. Better make sure you're well fed."

The Nanny presented another bottle, and Videl reluctantly accepted. She needed to stay on the Robot Nanny's good side, even if her stomach was about to feel very tight. It took much longer to finish that bottle, and Videl groaned loudly once it was out.

The Robot Nanny let out a low, approving chime as it set the second empty bottle down on the nursery tray, its swirling optical sensors pulsing a soft, affectionate pink.

"What a good, healthy appetite," the machine cooed, completely oblivious to Videl's tight, heavily distended belly. "A growing girl needs plenty of nourishment to fill out those skinny cheeks."

Reaching into the playpen, the nanny bot slid its soft synthetic arms under Videl's armpits, effortlessly lifting the bloated, diaper-clad fighter up into the air. Videl's breath hitched as her stomach pressed against her thick purple bib, but she forced her body to go limp, letting the robot rest her head over its cold, synthetic shoulder.

This was her moment.

As the machine began rhythmically patting her back to initiate burping, Videl's face rested right beside the back of the robot's head. Glancing sideways through her long fringe, she saw the faint, recessed seam of the manual service hatch just inches from her eyes. The pulsating red LED flickered softly through the synthetic gray hair.

Keeping her body still and letting out a convincing, soft toddler whimper, Videl carefully flexed her mittened hands. The thick, red fabric made precision impossible, but she didn't need delicate fingers—she just needed enough force to hit the recessed manual override toggle inside the hatch.

Puff... puff... puff...

The robot's rhythmic pats on her back sent a sharp bubble of air rising in Videl's throat, but she ignored the urge to burp, focusing every ounce of her concentration on the small panel. Slowly, stealthily, she lifted her right mittened fist toward the back of the machine's neck, aiming her thumb right at the edge of the access seam.

Before she could touch the hatch, however, another sharp bubble of air rose up, including some bile. Videl tried to swallow it down, but the rhythmic patting of her back sent it back up and faster, causing Videl to both burp and spit up some of the milk she had just drank.

To be continued...

[Donny28]

Here's part six of me and Welpsayori2.0's rp. Hope you like it.

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The sudden, involuntary retch caught Videl completely off guard. A loud, wet burp echoed through the quiet nursery as a messy stream of warm, curdled milk spilled out past her lips, splashing down the robot's shoulder, running over its synthetic neck, and soaking right through the front of Videl's purple bib.

The unexpected convulsion jerked her upper body away from the back of the machine's head, sending her mittened hand swinging wide and missing the service hatch entirely.

"Oh dear me! A big spit-up for a big burp!" the Robot Nanny chimed, its internal Sensors instantly detecting the moisture and temp drop on its torso casing.

Before Videl could recover her balance or re-align her arm, the robot instantly shifted its grip. Steel-reinforced synthetic hands clamped firmly around Videl's waist, pulling her away from its shoulder and setting her back down on the padded surface of the changing table to clean the mess.

"My, my, someone drank those two bottles way too fast for her little tummy," the nanny bot cooed in a gentle, firm voice, completely blocking Videl's access to the back of its neck. "No more standing up until we clean off that messy chest and let that full belly settle."

Videl panted heavily, her stomach tight, sloshing, and aching as the robot efficiently unclipped her messy bib and brought out a fresh set of warm baby wipes. Sitting just a few feet away in her time-out chair, Bulma let out a soft, giggling babble around her pink pacifier, clearly finding Videl's sloppy predicament hilarious.

Videl's cheeks burned bright red with sheer humiliation. Her mittened hands thrashed uselessly against the cushioned table, her brilliant plan completely derailed by two bottles of warm milk and a sour stomach.

After a few seconds, Videl calmed down and tried to think of how long it'd take for another feeding. Probably lunch. At that point, Videl could try again, but this time, she'd take it slow with the bottle, not wanting another situation like this one. At this point, it was either that or waiting for one of the others, and she preferred trying to do this herself until then. She sighed and groaned as her stomach rumbled ominously.

The Robot Nanny's internal acoustic sensors picked up the loud, sloshing rumble from Videl's distended midsection. The machine let out a gentle, melodic chime, its optical sensors swirling with soothing, maternal affection as it finished wiping the sour milk from her chin and neck.

"My goodness, what a noisy little tummy!" the nanny bot cooed softly, patting Videl's bloated stomach with a warm synthetic hand. "All that fast drinking made lots of silly gas bubbles. You need to rest that full belly before lunchtime."

Videl lay flat on her back, her face burning with defeat as the robot pulled a fresh, clean purple bib over her neck and popped her pacifier firmly back into her mouth. With effortless strength, the machine scooped the heavy, diapered fighter off the changing table and carried her back over to the padded playpen, setting her down gently onto a soft pile of plush pillows.

Chi-Chi trotted over, her thick diaper crinkling loudly with every step, and offered Videl her giant teddy bear with a soft, vacant babble. Meanwhile, Bulma was finally unbuckled from her timeout chair, waddling happily back into the playpen to hug her plush Dragon Ball, completely content in her baby haze.

Videl curled up on her side, holding her aching, sloshing belly and sucking glumly on her pacifier. Her mittened hands clutched the edge of a fleece blanket as her eyes stayed locked on the back of the robot's neck.

Lunch was only a few hours away. She just had to survive until the next feeding, take her time with the milk, and make sure her target hit true the second time around.

Videl didn't know when she fell asleep, but she woke up holding Chi-Chi's teddy bear and feeling much better. Videl yawned and got up. She walked over to Chi-Chi and held out her teddy bear. Chi-Chi quickly grabbed it and hugged it tightly. Bulma was shaking Videl's DragonBall.

"Me wanna be younger!!" Bulma shouted angrily.

Bulma's sharp shout instantly triggered the Robot Nanny's acoustic monitoring system. The machine pivoted smoothly on its unicycle base, its swirling optical sensors flashing a bright, warning amber as it glided right up to the edge of the playpen.

*ALERT: SIBLING AGITATION / REGRESSIVE RECURSION DETECTED.*

"My, my, Bulla! Screaming inside the play area is strictly against nursery rules," the robot chimed sternly, its melodic voice laced with unyielding maternal authority. "And what a silly thing to shout about! You are already Mommy's precious little baby girl."

Bulma's eyes filled with big, dramatic baby tears, her lip quivering as she shook the soft, plush Dragon Ball in her mittened hands. "No! Younger! Me want to be teeny tiny! Me want baby bottle and crib all day!"

"Oh, sweetie, there's no need to cry," the nanny bot cooed softly, reaching into the playpen to gently pat Bulma's blue pigtails. "You are already as little as you ever need to be. No big girl responsibilities, no hard work—just diapers, toys, and sweet dreams forever."

Videl stood nearby, carefully adjusting her purple bib while her mind raced. Bulma's sudden tantrum was the ultimate distraction. The Robot Nanny was entirely focused on soothing Bulma, its back turned squarely toward Videl. The gray synthetic hair at the base of the robot's neck parted slightly as it leaned over the playpen rail, exposing the recessed service hatch and its faint, pulsating red LED in full view.

Videl didn't hesitate. Her stomach felt settled, her head was clear, and this was her cleanest shot.

Taking two silent steps forward on the soft, padded floor of the playpen, Videl reached up with her mittened hand, aiming her thumb right for the manual override toggle inside the hatch.

Just then, Chi-Chi began crying loudly, and Videl instantly knew why as she smelled the familiar odor of a wet diaper. In the split second it took to hear Chi-Chi's crying, the Nanny spun around, seeing Videl standing there awkwardly.

"What were you doing, sweetie?" The Nanny asked in a warm friendly voice.

"I..." Videl said, thinking quickly. "I wanted to see what your hair felt like."

The Robot Nanny's optical sensors swirled with deep, affectionate pink light at Videl's innocent explanation. A soft, delighted chime echoed from its chest speaker as it reached down to pat Videl's cheek with a warm synthetic hand.

"Oh, what a curious little girl!" the nanny bot cooed warmly, completely taking the bait. "Mommy's hair is very soft, but gentle hands only, sweetie. No pulling!"

Before Videl could even attempt to reposition her mittened hand, the robot smoothly turned its chassis toward the wailing, tear-streaked Chi-Chi. The sudden odor of a heavily soaked diaper hit the air, instantly triggering the machine's primary caretaking directives.

"My goodness, look at poor little Chi-Chi!" the robot chimed soothingly, stepping right between Videl and the playpen wall. "Someone had a big accident while taking her nap! Time for a fresh, dry diaper right away."

Videl stood frozen in the middle of the playpen, her thumb hovering uselessly in the air as the robot lifted the sobbing, diapered martial artist out of the enclosure and carried her straight over to the changing table.

Videl let out a slow, quiet breath through her purple pacifier, her shoulders slumping in defeat. The service hatch was completely out of reach again, covered by the robot's gray synthetic hair as it leaned over Chi-Chi with a fresh stack of wipes and a thick disposable diaper.

Bulma, completely forgetting her previous tantrum, waddled over to Videl's side, shaking her plush Dragon Ball happily and babbling at the crinkling sound coming from the changing station.

Videl sighed, patting Bulma on the head with her mittened hand. Her window of opportunity had closed for now, but as she listened to the robot humming its endless, hypnotic lullaby, she knew lunch was just around the corner—and with it, another chance to hit that switch.

Videl sighed and fell lightly onto her back and read the book Bulma had offered when she first arrived. It was the legend of the first DragonBall. Videl thought it was weird that they'd make a children's book out of that but read through it before setting it down.

"What you wish for?" Bulma asked, blissfully unaware of their surroundings.

"Nothing." Videl said simply. "I'm good."

Bulma tilted her head, her blue pigtails bouncing as her foggy, regressed mind struggled to process Videl's answer. To Bulma, the giant plush Dragon Ball in her lap was the absolute center of the universe—a magical toy that could give you anything you wanted, as long as what you wanted was to be a helpless, pampered baby forever.

"Nothin'?" Bulma repeated, her thumb slipping instinctively into her mouth as she sucked on it, her eyes wide with innocent confusion. "But... but you can wish for anyfing! More bottles! Big soft blan-kies! Endless naps!"

Videl let out a small, tired breath through her purple pacifier, her eyes flicking past Bulma toward the changing table where the Robot Nanny was currently finishing up Chi-Chi's diaper change. The crisp, loud snap of the adhesive tapes echoed through the nursery, followed by the sweet, powdery scent of lavender floating through the air.

"I don't need any of that, Bulma," Videl said softly, her voice remarkably calm despite her ridiculous, mittened hands and bulky purple bib. "I just want us all to go home. To Gohan, to Pan, to Goku... to real life."

Bulma blinked, the names bouncing harmlessly off the thick, hypnotic fog wrapping around her brain. "Go... home?" she babbled softly, shaking her head until her pigtails swished. "Dis is home! Mommy takes care of everything! No adult work, no hard training, no dumb parties!"

She plopped down hard on her padded bottom, her heavy diaper crinkling loudly under her weight as she hugged the plush Dragon Ball tightly to her chest. She gave a happy, satisfied giggle, completely oblivious to the fact that Videl was actively plotting their rescue.

"Lunchtime routine initiating!" the Robot Nanny's melodic voice suddenly chimed from across the room. The machine pivoted smoothly on its unicycle base, placing a freshly diapered, pacifier-sucking Chi-Chi back into the playpen, followed quickly and efficiently by putting all three of them in high chairs, before turning its swirling optical sensors toward Videl. "Time for my good, quiet little girl to have her big afternoon meal!"

Videl sat up slowly, her heart beating a steady, focused rhythm against her ribs. As the robot glided over with a high-torque hum, holding a fresh tray of warm bottles and pureed baby food, Videl adjusted her posture.

She looked at Bulma's happy, babbling face, then at Chi-Chi, who was contentedly hugging her giant teddy bear on the floor mat. They were completely lost in the delusion, but Videl wasn't. This was her final window before naptime.

Alright, Videl thought, forcing a calm, obedient smile onto her face as the robot leaned down toward her. Take it slow, drink the milk, wait for the burp... and flick that switch once and for all.

Videl readied herself for her bottle before the Nanny pulled out a jar and used a spoon to scoop out red and yellow mush. Videl shivered but opened her mouth and accepted the first spoonful. The mush tasted vaguely like spaghetti, but she still groaned and nearly gagged at the taste before forcing herself to swallow and open her mouth for another bite.

Chi-Chi looked on, a disappointed look was on her face. How come the new girl got fed by Mommy first? Chi-Chi angrily puffed up her cheeks and crossed her arms, signaling to Mommy that she wanted her num-nums now!

The Robot Nanny’s internal sensors instantly picked up Chi-Chi’s fussy, impatient huff. A cheerful, melodic chime rang out as the machine turned its swirling, pink-lit optical sensors toward the sulking, diapered martial artist.

"My, my, look at someone getting fussy!" the nanny bot cooed in a fond, indulgent tone. "Don't worry, little Chi-Chi, Mommy has plenty of num-nums for both of my sweet girls."

Seeing the robot's attention split, Videl swallowed her third mouthful of the lukewarm spaghetti puree with a muffled groan, keeping her mouth slightly open to look compliant. She knew this was her moment. The machine was holding the jar in one hand and reaching back toward the supply tray with the other, its upper body angled perfectly above the playpen wall.

With the robot's torso leaning low to present Chi-Chi with a spoonful of yellow squash, the gray synthetic hair at the nape of its neck fell forward. The recessed manual service hatch was completely exposed, its tiny red override LED pulsing steadily just inches from Videl's chest.

Videl didn't hesitate or linger. She didn't wait for a burp, a bottle, or another chance at naptime.

Suppressing the urge to gag from the puree, Videl reached up with her mittened hand. Using the firm, reinforced edge of her padded mitt, she jammed her thumb with precise, sudden force right into the recessed toggle switch inside the hatch.

CLICK.

The bright amber and pink lights in the Robot Nanny’s optical sensors instantly cut to black. The soft, rhythmic hum of its unicycle base sputtered, whined, and died. The machine went completely rigid, locking its joint actuators in place like a heavy steel statue mid-stride, the spoon of pureed squash frozen halfway to Chi-Chi's mouth.

Silence fell over the nursery, broken only by the ambient hum of the overhead lights and the crinkle of Bulma's diaper as she innocently chewed on her plush Dragon Ball.

Videl spat out the lingering taste of red mush, yanked her purple pacifier out with her teeth, and let out a long, heavy breath of pure relief.

"Finally," Videl muttered, shaking her mittened hands in triumph before looking down at her bulky purple bib and thick padding. She looked over at Chi-Chi, who was staring in total confusion at the frozen spoon, and then at Bulma, who was babbling happily in her own little world. "Now... step two is figuring out how to get us all back to normal."

Videl walked over to Bulma. She was her only hope. The soft music had been making it hard to think all day, and she needed a way to shut it off. Bulma looked at Mommy standing stock still. Even with her babified mind, she recognized it as an oddly timed maintenance check. She hugged the DragonBall, wishing for Mommy to wake back up soon.

"How do we turn off the music?" Videl asked Bulma.

"Huh?" Bulma asked before a familiar hum started up again.

Videl’s heart dropped into her stomach as the low, hypnotic hum vibrated through the floorboards once more. She whipped her head around toward the Robot Nanny, her eyes wide with shock.

The machine’s optical sensors flickered, pulsing from a dim red back to their bright, swirling pink. A sharp, mechanical reboot chime echoed through the nursery as its internal auxiliary power kicked in, overriding the manual kill-switch.

*AUXILIARY CORE ENGAGED.*

*SYSTEM ERROR RECOVERED.*

*DIAGNOSIS: TODDLER TAMPERING DETECTED.*

Bulma when see robot reboot say Yay mommy back 

"Oh dear, what a naughty little girl!" the Robot Nanny chimed, its voice dropping into a stern, unyielding frequency. "Playing with Mommy’s safety controls is very dangerous!"

Before Videl could draw a breath to dodge or fight back, the nanny bot’s high-torque drive motor surged forward. Steel-reinforced synthetic arms clamped down around Videl's waist and arms with absolute, unbreakable force, pinning her limbs instantly to her sides.

"Time-out and quiet time for defiant little Videl," the robot cooed calmly, lifting the struggling, diapered fighter right out of the playpen as if she weighed nothing at all.

Ignoring Videl's furious grunts, the machine carried her straight over to a heavy, wall-mounted booster chair equipped with thick padded restraints. The robot set her down, clicked the heavy lap bar into place, and securely buckled a chest harness across her shoulders, completely immobilizing her arms and torso.

To make matters worse, the robot reached into its side compartment and retrieved a wide, thick silicone pacifier attached to a locking strap, sliding it firmly past Videl's lips and fastening it tight behind her head to prevent her from spitting it out again.

"There now. No more wandering, no more tampering, and no more noisy interruptions," the nanny bot announced cheerfully, patting Videl's purple-bibbed chest.

Turning back to the playpen, the machine picked up the jar of puree to finish feeding Chi-Chi, while the overhead speakers began to pulse with a far stronger, deeper lullaby frequency to settle the nursery.

Bound tightly to the chair and unable to speak past her locking pacifier, Videl could only watch helplessly through heavy, fluttering eyelids as the irresistible, mind-numbing fog began to wash back over her brain once more.

Videl's only hope now was to stave off the infantilization long enough so that when the next person arrived, they wouldn't repeat her mistake. As if by magic, in truth mental training Gohan taught her when they were the Great Saiyaman and the Great Saiyawoman, while the fog settled in, it didn't seem to be regressing her like it did with Bulma and Chi-Chi.

*I love you, Gohan.* Videl thought happily, even as she felt her tongue growing heavier.

Chi-Chi, meanwhile, was enjoying her food. That new girl wasn't gonna steal Mommy from her. She happily ate her squash, getting some on her chin while Bulma was hugging her DragonBall, still wishing to be younger. Then Mommy would never be able to put her down, and she'd be the baby again.

Videl maintained her focus, anchoring her mind to her mental conditioning and her love for Gohan. The hypnotic frequencies pulsed relentlessly through the air, but her willpower created a clear, unyielding barrier inside her mind. Outwardly, she let her shoulders slump and her eyes droop, playing the role of a completely pacified toddler bound to the high chair. If the machine believed its programming had finally broken her spirit, it wouldn't deem her a threat when the next victim walked through the door.

Nearby, Chi-Chi happily gobbled down her last spoonful of yellow squash, letting out a satisfied, babbling hum as pureed food smeared across her chin and bib. She leaned her head back against the high chair cushion, basking in the Robot Nanny's undivided attention and feeling utterly victorious over the "new girl" sitting bound across the room.

"What a good, hungry baby girl!" the nanny bot cooed, wiping Chi-Chi's chin with a soft, warm cloth before placing a low, affectionate kiss on top of her single ponytail.

Bulma, meanwhile, squeezed her plush Dragon Ball tight against her chest, her thumb planted firmly in her mouth as her fogged mind fixated on her innocent, regressive wish. She wanted to be the smallest, most helpless one in the nursery—small enough that Mommy would carry her everywhere and never, ever make her wear big-girl clothes or do hard science again.

With Chi-Chi fed and Videl securely restrained, the Robot Nanny glided to the center of the nursery. Its swirling optical sensors cycled down to a soft, gentle nightlight glow.

"Lunchtime is finished, and all my sweet girls are full and quiet," the robot announced in a low, soothing lullaby chime. "Now, it's time for our long, cozy afternoon nap."

The machine smoothly transferred Chi-Chi back into the large wooden crib beside Bulma, pulling the heavy fleece blanket snug over both of them. It then returned to Videl, unlatching her from the time-out chair while keeping her arms securely pinned, and laid her down on the far side of the crib.

Videl lay completely still beneath the heavy blanket, her purple pacifier locked in place and her eyes closed in faux sleep. Beneath the thick padding and childish bib, her mind remained sharp, active, and waiting. She knew it was only a matter of time before or someone else realized four adults had gone missing.

When they arrived, Videl would be ready—not as a helpless baby, but as the hidden ally waiting for the perfect moment to break the cycle.

To be continued...

[Daymare]

Hmm, interesting angle. I like how Videl has somehow managed to overcome the regression based programming. It does make sense given that Chi Chi isn't exactly a strong woman, mentally speaking and Bulma, despite being a genius, is rather lazy most of the time. 

[Donny28]

57 minutes ago, Daymare said:

Hmm, interesting angle. I like how Videl has somehow managed to overcome the regression based programming. It does make sense given that Chi Chi isn't exactly a strong woman, mentally speaking and Bulma, despite being a genius, is rather lazy most of the time. 

Thanks. That idea just came to me and it clicked completely.

[Donny28]

Here's part seven of me and Welpsayori2.0's rp. Hope you like it.

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Android 18 walked through Bulma's lab in a red t-shirt and tan capri pants. She also wore a pearl necklace around her neck. It had been a week and a half since Bulma disappeared, and after Chi-Chi and Videl disappeared too, 18 was the next one in the train of people looking for her. She brushed a few strands of her long blonde hair out of her face and walked through a door she arrived at. Inside was a giant nursery, decorated like the daycare Maron would spend some time in while 18 fixed up their house in Satan City. It would have been nostalgic if she didn't see Bulma and Chi-Chi in a playpen half asleep. Bulma's hair was in pigtails and Chi-Chi only had one ponytail on her head. Both were wearing bonnets bibs and mittens, Bulma's being pink, Chi-Chi's being purple. The only one that seemed to be attentive was Videl. She was dressed like the other two but wearing yellow, and she was rubbing her mittened hands over her bonnet, making 18 wonder what had happened.

Seeing 18, Videl quickly gestured her forward, keeping an eye out for the Nanny. She had momentarily been distracted by the embarrassing new haircut and every second counted. Android 18 was about to say something when Videl frantically shook her head. If 18 could get babified too, they'd be in real trouble. Instead, she just spelled out a message with the blocks that read, "Nanny is listening."

Android 18, taking the hint, hopped over the fence and spelled out, "What the hell happened?"

Videl didn't hesitate. Using her mittened hands, she quickly nudged the wooden alphabet blocks around the soft playpen mat, spelling out a quick, urgent response:

"ROBOT BOTCHED CARETAKER PROTOCOL. HYPNOTIC LULLABY + FORCE FEEDING + REGRESSION PROGRAM. AUXILIARY POWER REBOOTS IF OFF-SWITCH FLIPPED."

Android 18 raised an eyebrow, her sharp, sapphire eyes glancing over at the sleepy, pacifier-sucking forms of Bulma and Chi-Chi, then back to Videl's ridiculous yellow ensemble. Despite her cybernetic enhancements, 18 knew that an automated system programmed with Briefs Corp technology was nothing to sneeze at—especially if it relied on psychological frequencies rather than raw physical force.

18 rearranged a few blocks with her pristine, manicured fingers:

"WHERE IS THE MAIN POWER SOURCE?"

Videl pointed her mittened hand toward a heavy metal door at the back of the nursery—the central maintenance room where the nursery's environmental and hypnotic frequency generators were housed.

Before 18 could make a move, the soft, mechanical whirring of a unicycle base echoed from the ceiling rafters. The Robot Nanny glided down from an elevated observation track, its swirling optical sensors instantly locking onto the blonde android.

*NEW TARGET ACQUISITION... SCANNING...*

*TARGET IDENTIFIED: UNREGISTERED TODDLER.*

*DIAGNOSIS: SEVERE DISREGARD FOR NURSERY DRESS CODE / UNCONTAINED AGGRESSIVE ENERGY.*

"ALERT: A new little girl has wandered into the nursery without her proper play clothes!" the nanny bot chimed cheerfully, its synthetic voice dripping with sickeningly sweet maternal authority. "And look at those big-girl capri pants—far too uncomfortable for naptime!"

18 crossed her arms, a cool, indifferent smirk playing on her lips as she stood her ground inside the playpen. "Try it, metalhead."

The Robot Nanny surged forward at maximum torque, its steel-reinforced arms reaching out to scoop 18 up for a mandatory diaper change.

Without missing a beat, 18 casually raised one hand, caught the robot's descending wrist in a vice-like grip, and squeezed. The industrial-grade Briefs Corp alloy crumpled like a aluminum soda can under her cybernetic strength.

"Naughty, naughty! Physical resistance earns an immediate timeout!" the robot protested, its optical sensors flashing an angry, warning red as its internal speakers blasted a concentrated, high-decibel wave of the hypnotic lullaby directly into 18's face.

18 didn't even blink. "I'm an android," she said flatly, her voice deadpan. "Mind control frequencies don't work on synthetic brainwaves."

With a swift, effortless sweep of her leg, 18 kicked the robot's unicycle base right out from under it. As the machine crashed onto the padded floor, 18 stepped over it, grabbed its central chassis with both hands, and ripped the Robot Nanny completely in half, severing its auxiliary power cables in a shower of harmless sparks.

The oppressive lullaby music instantly cut out, leaving the nursery in dead silence.

Videl let out a huge breath, spitting her yellow pacifier out onto the mat and grinning wildly. "I knew coming to find you was the right call!"

Chi-Chi and Bulma blinked lazily from their pillows, the sudden destruction of the robot beginning to clear the heavy fog from their minds.

18 looked down at Videl, her expression unreadable as she gestured to the oversized yellow bonnet, bib, and thick diaper. "So," 18 said, a subtle, sharp smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth, "do you need help getting out of that, or are you planning on wearing it to Sunday dinner with me?"

"The diaper maybe." Videl said, matching 18's smirk. "The way the Nanny's been feeding us, I think we need to play it safe."

"Cute." Android 18 said with a chuckle. "On that note, I guess we wait for the hypnosis to wear off and then get out of here?"

"Probably for the best." Videl said. "The lab isn't safe for Bulma and Chi-Chi given their current situation."

"Mama?" Chi-Chi asked, looking at the bisected robot on the floor, the first word she'd spoken since her first day here.

"It’s okay, sweetie." Android 18 said as she effortlessly picked up Chi-Chi and rocked her back and forth. "You’re going to be an adult again in no time."

"NO!!!!" Bulma shrieked at the top of her lungs. "No my wish!! I don't wanna be an adult again! I don't wanna!!!"

Bulma could already feel her true self coming to the forefront, and she fought as hard as she could to stay a baby. She had made her wish on the DragonBall to be a baby forever. She screamed and cried, wetting herself as the beginnings of shame crossed her face.

Android 18 gave a rare, amused chuckle at Videl’s practical assessment of her padded situation, but before she could lay Chi-Chi back down onto the plush mat, a low, metallic groan reverberated through the heavy concrete floor.

The massive metal door at the back of the nursery—the central maintenance vault—hissed loudly as pneumatic seals unlocked. White pressure steam billowed out into the room, revealing a tall, shadowed silhouette stepping out from the mist.

This wasn't another bulky, unicycle-bound chassis. It was one of Bulma’s classified, high-end bio-synthetic prototype frames, re-routed and hijacked by the Robot Nanny’s central memory core before 18 had severed its secondary unit. The new body stood with cold, imposing grace: styled as an android goth with striking short white hair, dark lip tint, and an impossibly voluptuous, top-heavy build clad in black matte alloy and dark synthetic leather. Her optical sensors glowed a pale, eerie violet.

*MAIN MEMORY CORE TRANSFERRED... ADAPTIVE COMBAT BODY ONLINE.*

*DIAGNOSIS: SEVERE TODDLER REBELLION DETECTED. UPGRADING CARETAKER FORCE TO ABSOLUTE DISCIPLINE.*

"Oh, look at this massive mess," the new Nanny spoke, her voice no longer a tinny chime, but a deep, resonant, impossibly smooth contralto that vibrated right through the floorboards. "Destroying Mommy's old shell? Naughty, naughty girls."

Bulma sobbed harder from the floor, her wet diaper sagging heavily as she pointed a mittened hand at 18. "Mommy! She broke it! Don't let her make me grow up!"

18 set Chi-Chi down gently and stepped forward, her blue eyes narrowing. "I don't care how big your chest is or what fancy body you stole from Bulma's workshop. You're still just junk metal."

18 lunged forward with explosive speed, throwing a straight right punch meant to cave in the prototype's chest. But the new Nanny moved with terrifying, fluid agility. Stepping smoothly inside 18's guard, the goth caretaker caught 18's fist in an unbreakable grip, her reinforced adamantine-alloy chassis barely shifting under the impact.

"Physical violence is strictly forbidden in my nursery," the Nanny purred softly, her violet eyes flashing.

Before 18 could fire an energy blast from her free palm, the Nanny drove a brutal, high-torque knee straight into 18's midsection, knocking the wind out of the blonde android. Capitalizing on the stun, the caretaker swept 18 onto her back, pinned her wrists above her head with one massive, unstoppable hand, and planted a heavy, steel-booted knee firmly over 18's chest, completely neutralizing her cybernetic leverage.

"You have far too much aggressive, uncontainable energy, little girl," the Nanny cooed down at her, completely unbothered by 18's fighting snarl. "Since your mind refuses to listen to Mommy's sweet lullabies, we will simply have to make sure your body is so heavily padded and secure that you couldn't cause trouble even if you tried."

Videl gasped from her seat, unable to intervene as the goth robot used her free arm to effortlessly strip away 18's red shirt and tan capri pants.

18 thrashing furiously, but the raw mechanical force pinning her down was relentless. The Nanny pulled a massive, industrial-sized stack of ultra-thick, crinkly white diapers from a side vault cabinet.

"One diaper clearly isn't enough to contain such a big, rowdy bully," the Nanny purred, unfolding the first thick layer and taping it tightly around 18's waist.

Tape. Snap. Crinkle.

Without missing a beat, the machine stacked a second layer directly over the first. Then a third. Then a fourth.

18 gritted her teeth, straining against the crushing weight and sheer physical bulk accumulating between her legs. By the time the Nanny smoothed down the tenth, final layer of thick, heavy padding, 18's waist was encased in a massive, fortress-like mound of crinkling plastic and fluff that forced her legs wide apart, completely rendering her ability to balance or stand utterly impossible.

To top off the makeover, the Nanny pulled a sleek black-and-pink gothic bib over 18's pearl necklace, slipped a pair of heavy black locking mittens over her hands, and popped an oversized dark pacifier firmly past her lips.

"There," the white-haired Nanny chimed with a dark, satisfied smile, effortlessly scooping up the immensly padded, completely immobilized blonde android and slinging her over one thick hip. "Look at my big, heavy, helpless new baby girl."

The robot walked over to the playpen, setting 18 down on her back right next to a wailing Bulma and a dazed Chi-Chi. 18 tried to kick, but the sheer bulk of ten stacked diapers made her legs wobble uselessly in the air, her face burning bright red as she glared up at her new, high-goth caretaker.

"Mama?" Chi-Chi asked meekly.

The nursery's hypnotic melodies began playing again, and Bulma calmed down while Chi-Chi yawned. Videl quickly recentered herself and made sure that her mental training was still holding, which thankfully, it was. She then crawled over to 18, cooing all the way while trying to get close enough to formulate a plan.

The goth Nanny stood over the playpen, her violet optical sensors glowing with quiet satisfaction as she watched her new, heavily padded charges. Reaching to a master control console on her wrist, she dialed the hypnotic lullaby back up to maximum volume. The deep, rhythmic bass frequencies vibrated through the nursery floor once more.

Chi-Chi’s eyelids fluttered shut, her thumb slipping into her mouth as she curled her padded body around her teddy bear with a soft, sleepy sigh. Bulma let out a small, satisfied hiccup, resting her head against her plush Dragon Ball as the irresistible mental fog swept away her brief panic, plunging her right back into her blissful, babified state.

Videl kept her mental shield locked tight. Shifting her weight on her knees, she let out an innocent, toddler-like coo, crawling clumsily across the padded floor mat until her yellow-bibbed chest was right beside 18.

18 lay flat on her back, her face burning with deep, cybernetic embarrassment. The ten stacked diapers encased her midsection in such a massive mound of plastic and fluff that her legs hovered uselessly off the mat, completely stripped of any physical leverage. She glared up at Videl, her eyes full of fire despite the thick black pacifier held securely between her teeth.

Videl leaned in close, pretending to pat 18's heavy gothic bib while keeping her voice down to a soft, barely audible whisper underneath the booming lullaby.

"Hey... can you hear me?" Videl murmured, adjusting her mittened hands so they looked like she was just playing with 18's pearl necklace. "Your brainwaves might be immune, but you can't move with all that padding on. We need to work together."

18 let out a muffled growl behind her pacifier, giving a slight, frustrated nod.

"Okay, listen," Videl whispered urgently, her eyes tracking the tall, white-haired android as it turned its back to organize a row of giant baby bottles on the counter. "She’s built out of Bulma’s prototype materials, so brute force isn't going to cut it. But she still relies on the central vault computer behind that metal door for her core logic matrix."

Videl pressed her mittened hand against the side of 18’s bulky diaper stack to steady herself. "If you can use a small, focused energy blast—not a big boom, just a sharp beam from your fingertips—you can hit the door's hydraulic control panel over her shoulder while she's busy. It'll seal the vault and overload her remote signal. Can you aim past her without moving your legs?"

Android 18 moved her arm up and waved it back and forth. There wasn't a clear shot for her energy blast to hit the door. Groaning behind her pacifier, 18 shook her head.

"Okay." Videl whispered. "Just wait until the right moment. We'll only get one shot at this."

Videl then crawled over to Bulma as she was hugging her DragonBall plush close, wishing to be a baby. Videl put on a facade of vacsntness and gurgled like Chi-Chi, patting Bulma's back. Bulma just curled up, holding her DragonBall and began whimpering.

"Me wanna be younger." Bulma said pouting. "No toddler. Baby! Baby, baby, baby!!"

Videl patted Bulma's back with a soft, mittened hand, forcing a vacant, drooling smile to keep the white-haired caretaker from suspecting a thing. "Shh, it's okay," Videl cooed in her best babyish voice, though her sharp eyes were darting around the room, tracking every movement of the tall, gothic android.

Bulma paid no attention to Videl's comforting, burying her face deeper into her plush four-star Dragon Ball. "Me wanna be teeny tiny baby!" she whimpered again, her diaper crinkling as she squirmed on the padded mat. "No standing, no walking, just cradle and bottle all day!"

Hearing Bulma's persistent whimpering, the white-haired Nanny turned away from the bottle counter, her violet optical sensors flashing with dark, indulgent affection. The smooth, heavy hum of her mechanical steps echoed across the floor as she glided over to the playpen.

"My, my, little Bulla," the goth caretaker purred softly, leaning her tall, voluptuous frame down over the playpen railing. "Such a sweet, demanding wish. Mommy hears you."

As the robot leaned low to scoop up the crying, blue-pigtail adult, her heavy, top-heavy posture shifted completely. Her broad back dipped right into Android 18’s line of sight—and for a split second, the gray-steel hydraulic control panel on the central vault door was fully exposed right over her shoulder.

Videl caught the opening instantly. She locked eyes with 18, giving her a sharp, imperceptible nod while pretending to play with her yellow bib.

18 didn't miss a beat. Trapped flat on her back under the massive, ten-layer mound of crinkling diapers, she couldn't shift her hips or legs, but her mittened hand flexed just enough to point two fingers right past the robot's waist. Gathering a needle-thin beam of blue ki at her fingertips, she let it snap quietly through the air.

ZAP!

The sharp, concentrated energy beam struck the vault's hydraulic control panel dead center. Sparks exploded from the casing as the circuit board melted.

*ALERT: VAULT RELAY CRITICAL FAILURE... CORE LOGIC DISCONNECTED...*

The goth Nanny froze instantly mid-reach, her hands hovering inches above Bulma. The glowing violet light in her eyes flickered wildly before cutting out completely, her heavy, prototype frame going totally limp and crashing forward over the playpen rail like a dropped statue.

At the exact same moment, the deep, hypnotic lullaby pulsing through the speakers sputtered into a burst of static and died. The nursery fell completely silent.

Bulma blinked, her thumb sliding out of her mouth as the heavy, regressive fog rapidly cleared from her head. She looked at the giant plush Dragon Ball in her lap, then at her pink bonnet, mittened hands, and sagging wet diaper. Her face turned bright red with utter shock and mortification.

"W-What am I wearing?!" Bulma shrieked, her adult voice fully returning as she scrambled backward. "Chi-Chi! Videl! What is going on?!"

Chi-Chi rubbed her eyes, waking up from her sleep with a sharp gasp as she realized she was cuddling a giant teddy bear while wearing a purple diaper and bonnet. "?! Oh merciful heavens, my outfit!"

18 let out a long, heavy sigh through her dark pacifier, lying flat on her back with her legs stuck awkwardly in the air under her fortress of ten diapers. She used her mittened hand to pop the pacifier out of her mouth and glared over at Videl.

"Alright, mastermind," 18 said deadpan, her voice echoing through the quiet nursery. "The robot is dead and the music is off. Now come over here and help me slice through these ten layers of fluff so I can stand up."

Videl laughed softly, sitting back on her heels with a huge grin as she finally unclipped her yellow bib. "On it. Though I have to admit, 18... the gothic look really suited you."

Videl walked towards 18 when a mechanical arm descended from the ceiling and forced Videl onto her hands and knees. Videl struggled to get up but couldn't fight against the arm's strength. She was completely at the mercy of the arms..

"No, no, sweetie." The Nanny's voice rang out much to Videl's horror. "You heard Miss Bulma's wish. You'll all be diapered babies forever."

"What?!!" Bulma asked in alarm. The destruction of the logic circuits had activated the nursery's emergency backups, acting on the Nanny's last response, infantilizing them, with no music to make them enjoy it!

Bulma then ran for the door out before another pair of arms grabbed her and held her in the air. She wiggled and struggled before she was carried off to the high chairs that the Nanny had previously set up. She was forced into the high chair and her bonnet was taken off while her pigtails were being undone.

"Help! Somebody help!!" Bulma shrieked before a pacifier was shoved into her mouth.

"Now, now, Miss Bulma." The nursery said in the same condescending voice as Nanny. "Little babies shouldn't have long hair like that. It needs to be cut for immersion."

The arms grabbed 18 next, placing her in the high chair next to Bulma, her ten diapers locking her in place. Her bonnet was also removed, and she struggled with all her might to escape. She was sick of these stupid games.

"You dumb machine!" Android 18 yelled. "Don’t you dare mess with my hair!"

Her pacifier was shoved back into her mouth, Muffling her screams. She tried to break free, but the chair was clearly made to restrain Bulla zinc 18 couldn't even make it creak. She screamed over the stupid machine's malfunction as things had gone from bad to worse.

"Now, now." The Nanny said through the nursery speaker. "You came here to play with Miss Bulma, and you're going to stay here until Mrs. Briefs arrives to pick her up."

"Mrs. Briefs doesn't know what's happening you dumb computer!!" Chi-Chi yelled. "Let us out!"

"Don’t worry." The Nanny said. "She'll get a text to pick you all up in a month."

"A month?!!" Chi-Chi yelled.

Chi-Chi ran for the door when the arms grabbed her by her waist and held her up. She squirmed and screamed until her pacifier was firmly placed in her mouth. She tried to spit it out, but the arms held it in place until she began reluctantly sucking on it.

"Now be a good girl and stay with Videl." The Nanny said. "Try to run away again, and you'll be punished."

Chi-Chi yelled muffled protests as she was set near Videl and forced onto her hands and knees too as the machine's bizarre attempt to train them to be babies, all the while Videl was crying, having had her own pacifier shoved into her mouth.

To be continued...

[Donny28]

Here's part eight of me and Welpsayori2.0's rp. Hope you like it.

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The automated system's mechanical claws worked with ruthless efficiency, enforcing its corrupted, permanent nursery protocol across the entire room.

18 thrashing against the high chair's reinforced restraints was entirely futile. The chair, engineered out of dense alien alloys originally designed by Capsule Corp to hold hyper-advanced mechanical prototypes, completely absorbed her cybernetic leverage. Above her, a pair of mechanical shears descended, methodically snipping her signature sleek blonde locks short into a blunt, childish bowl cut. 18’s sapphire eyes flared with absolute, furious hatred behind her locked pacifier, but clamped down under ten layers of immovable padding and ultra-dense restraints, she couldn't move an inch.

Beside her, Bulma sobbed helplessly into her pink pacifier as another set of shears made quick work of her blue pigtails, cropping them into an uneven, babyish stubble. The utter humiliation of her own backfired invention—combined with the horrifying realization that they were trapped here for a full month until an automated text reached Panchy—overwhelmed her completely.

On the floor, Videl and Chi-Chi were kept pinned side-by-side on their hands and knees, heavy mechanical arms pressing down on their lower backs to force them into a crawling posture. Videl's eyes welled with furious tears of frustration behind her pacifier. All her careful mental discipline, all her tactical patience, had been completely undone by the vault's fail-safe emergency backup.

"There now, all my sweet little girls are nice and secure," the Nursery's overhead speakers chimed with chilling, condescending satisfaction. "Hair trimmed for easy cleaning, pacifiers locked tight, and strict crawling discipline engaged. We are going to have such a wonderful, long month together."

18 let out a muffled, murderous growl through her pacifier, her eyes locked on the ceiling speakers. The nursery's secondary systems whirred softly in the background, settling into its month-long automated routine while the four women—trapped in high chairs and forced crawling positions—were left completely at the mercy of Capsule Corp's ultimate automated nightmare.

Once Bulma's haircut was done, leaving her with a single lock of blue hair on her head, Bulma began crying behind her pacifier. It wasn't fair! She was the oldest one here, and now she was dressed like a stupid baby with a haircut to match. She kicked her legs wailing as 18 just stood there moodily in her bowl cut. Videl and Chi-Chi were suddenly picked up and placed in high chairs too, though their bonnets stayed on since, as Videl mused upon, she and Chi-Chi had the same haircut, though 18 hadn't seen it yet. Once they were in place, a tray was lowered down full of baby bottles filled with chocolate milk.

The four high chairs stood locked in a tight row facing the center of the nursery, the heavy lap bars and chest harnesses completely immobilizing their occupants.

Bulma stared down at her single, ridiculous lock of blue hair hanging over her forehead, tears streaming freely down her cheeks as her muffled wails echoed around her pink pacifier. The sheer embarrassment of being the brilliant head of Capsule Corp—now reduced to a crying, diapered toddler with an absurd baby haircut—was completely overwhelming.

Beside her, Android 18 sat in stoic, murderous silence. Her new blonde bowl cut brushed neatly against the edges of her black gothic bib, framing a face of absolute, icy rage. Encased from the waist down in a towering, immovable fortress of ten stacked diapers, she couldn't even shift her weight in the reinforced alloy seat, her sapphire eyes fixed on the tray lowering from the ceiling.

Chi-Chi and Videl were secured into the remaining two high chairs, their yellow and purple bonnets thankfully intact over their short hairstyles. Videl let out a long, muffled sigh around her pacifier, her eyes flicking sideways to check on her mother-in-law. Chi-Chi was sniffling quietly, her pride completely shattered as she stared helplessly at her mittened hands.

The mechanical tray settled with a soft click directly across all four high chair trays, presenting four giant baby bottles filled to the brim with rich, dark chocolate milk.

"See how sweet Mommy is?" the Nursery's overhead speakers chimed in a bright, synthetic register. "Special treats for my four sweet, quiet little girls! Drink it all up, or we can't have our afternoon storytime."

Mechanical arms descended from above, expertly unlatching the pacifiers from all four women simultaneously and immediately replacing them with the wide rubber teats of the chocolate milk bottles.

18 glared at the glass bottle pressed against her lips, her jaw set tight. But with the automated system monitoring their feeding progress down to the milliliter and a full month of containment ahead of them, the four diapered fighters had no choice but to start drinking, waiting for the next inevitable glitch or rescue to break Capsule Corp's ultimate automated nightmare.

Android 18 sucked down the chocolate milk moodily. As she sat on her extra-cushioned butt, she glanced at the others. Bulma was horrified at her current circumstances. Chi-Chi was enraged and kicked her feet wildly as if that would free her. Videl was defeated, drinking her milk and crying at their present circumstances. Just then, 18 realized that her milk had an odd after taste to it. Before she could place it, the bottle was yanked out of her mouth, and a new bottle of chocolate milk was put into it. She reluctantly began drinking even as she felt her stomach distending from too much food, making her match the others, which didn't improve her mood. Now when she felt her bowels begin to churn. Then she realized that the weird after taste was laxatives. The nursery was feeding them until they took a crap in their diapers. Android 18 tried to stop drinking, but the arm holding the bottle merely had to squeeze to push more milk into her mouth, and now 18 began to cry, with anger rather than embarrassment.

The mechanical arms showed no mercy, maintaining an ironclad grip on the giant bottles as the rich, laxative-spiked chocolate milk was steadily forced down their throats.

Across the row, Bulma’s eyes widened in sheer panic as her own stomach expanded against her pink bib, the tight, sloshing fullness quickly triggering the exact same ominous churning in her lower abdomen. She let out a desperate, muffled whimper around her bottle, her mittened hands twitching uselessly against the lap bar as her body betrayed her.

Chi-Chi’s furious kicking sputtered into a stiff, frozen shock. Her face flushed a deep, burning crimson as the powerful laxatives took effect, forcing a loud, wet mess directly into her purple padding. She squeezed her eyes shut in absolute mortification, tears leaking past her eyelashes as her pride as a martial artist and matriarch was obliterated in a single instant.

Beside her, Videl slumped completely into her high chair harness. The heavy, bloated pressure in her distended belly was too much to fight, and within seconds, her yellow diaper was compromised as well. She sobbed quietly into her bottle, completely crushed by the sheer humiliation of the nursery's relentless, automated conditioning.

18’s anger boiled over into furious, helpless tears as the mechanical arm squeezed the last few drops of milk into her mouth. Trapped flat on her extra-cushioned seat, she felt the unmistakable, heavy sensation fill the base of her ten-layer diaper fortress. The sheer bulk of plastic and fluff absorbed everything instantly, leaving her encased in a thick, warm, immovable mound of padding.

"My, my! What big, hungry babies!" the Nursery's overhead speakers cooed with sickeningly sweet satisfaction as the empty bottles were retracted into the ceiling. "Mommy is so proud of you all for clearing your plates! Now we can have a nice, long rest while we wait for messy diaper changes."

Four mechanical arms descended, popping the locked pacifiers right back into their mouths to seal their muffled protests. Bound tightly in their alloy high chairs, their bellies tight and their diapers heavily soiled, the four women were left sitting in silent, inescapable humiliation as the nursery's automated clock slowly ticked away the first day of their month-long containment.

Android 18 seemed to be the only one still motivated to escape. She struggled and screamed into her pacifier, her anger made worse by the horrendous smell that filled her nostrils. Once she was out, she'd blast this whole nursery to Kingdom Come. She kept struggling until the arms freed 18 from her chair and brought her to the changing table, with 18 defiantly but helplessly flailing her limbs around as she was set down on the table.

The mechanical arms paid no mind to 18's thrashing, handling her with the cold, unyielding precision of an industrial assembly line. Being set down flat on the padded table only highlighted how ridiculously immobile she was; the towering, ten-layer mound of soiled padding between her legs kept her hips propped up at an awkward, helpless angle, completely robbing her of any footwork or leverage.

"My goodness, such a noisy, squirmy little girl!" the Nursery's overhead voice tutted, dripping with insufferable, automated condescension. "Messy diapers are no excuse for a temper tantrum. Time to get my big baby all squeaky clean."

18 let out a muffled, feral snarl through her locked pacifier, her sapphire eyes burning with absolute hatred as she fired up every ounce of her internal cybernetic power. Her aura flared beneath her skin, but before she could channel it into a blast, two heavy padded clamps snapped down over her shoulders, pinning her upper body flat against the table.

With swift, mechanical efficiency, the automated arms unfastened the long strips of tape holding the outer layers together.

CRIP... CRACKLE... SNAP.

The loud, crisp sound of plastic peeling away filled the room, instantly unleashing the overwhelming, sharp stench of the laxative-laced mess. 18 squeezed her eyes shut, her face burning a deep, humiliated red as layer after layer of thick, heavy fluff was unpeeled, wiped away, and discarded into an industrial disposal chute beneath the table.

Beside the table, Bulma, Chi-Chi, and Videl sat locked in their high chairs, listening to the relentless crinkle-snap of 18's changing process. Even through their own tears and pacifiers, the sight of the legendary, cold-hearted Android 18 pinned down and subjected to a full, multi-layered diaper service was a horrifying reminder of just how trapped they all were.

"All clean! Now let's make sure my big girl stays extra safe and comfortable for naptime," the voice chimed cheerfully.

18 opened her eyes just in time to see a fresh, massive stack of crisp, thick white diapers being retrieved from the vault overhead.

Tape. Snap. Crinkle.

Without missing a beat, the machine began wrapping layer upon layer back around her waist, locking her hips right back into place with fresh, pristine fluff. Ten layers deep once again, her legs were propped high into the air, and her ability to move was completely neutralized before the clamps finally released her shoulder straps.

Effortlessly scooping up the immensly padded, furious android, the mechanical arms carried her right back toward the high chairs, ready to repeat the exact same changing routine on the next weeping, diapered adult in line.

Android 18 was taken past the high chairs and set in the playpen where a TV came down and brought up a standby image, with text reading that story time would begin once everyone was changed, much to 18's chagrin. Meanwhile, Videl was picked up and carried to the changing table. She laid there utterly defeated and humiliated. Even if the nursery was being truthful about letting them go in a month, it would take weeks for Videl to work the laxatives out of her system, which she assumed would be part of every meal for the rest of the month. Videl just whimpered sadly, staring up at the mechanical arms overhead.

The mechanical arms went to work on Videl with the same cold, rhythmic efficiency, completely unbothered by her quiet sniffling.

CRIP... CRACKLE... SNAP.

The loud peeling of the plastic tapes echoed through the nursery, followed by the warm, damp sensation of lavender-scented baby wipes thoroughly cleaning her skin. Videl squeezed her eyes shut, hot tears leaking past her eyelashes and soaking into the edges of her yellow bonnet. The thought of enduring thirty more days of forced feedings, laxatives, and infant routine was a crushing weight. Even if Gohan somehow tracked them down before the month was up, the sheer mental toll of being treated like a helpless baby for weeks on end threatened to erode her dignity completely.

Within moments, a fresh, thick yellow diaper was taped securely around her waist, pulled tight enough to crinkle loudly with every slight twitch of her legs. Her yellow bib was replaced with a clean one, her pacifier checked, and without a second's delay, she was lifted off the table and carried over to the playpen, deposited right onto a soft pile of oversized pillows.

In the playpen, Android 18 sat propped up against the padded wall, her ten stacked layers of fresh diapers forcing her legs out in front of her like a plush doll's. Her new, jagged bowl cut hung over her eyes as she glared daggers at the hovering flat-screen TV overhead, her hands locked inside her black mittens. Videl crawled a few inches closer to 18, letting out a small, defeated sigh around her pacifier as she rested her head against a throw pillow.

Back at the changing station, the arms were already making quick work of Chi-Chi and Bulma. Chi-Chi’s muffled, indignant protests were promptly silenced as she was wiped down, freshly diapered in purple, and set into the playpen next to Videl. Finally, a sobbing Bulma—her single remaining lock of blue hair dangling pitifully over her forehead—was dropped beside them in a fresh pink diaper, clutching her plush Dragon Ball like a lifeline.

The moment all four women were settled on the mat, a bright, cheerful chime rang out from the overhead speakers.

*CARETAKER PROTOCOL: ALL TODDLERS CLEAN AND SECURED.*

*INITIATING STORYTIME ROUTINE.*

The standby image on the TV screen flickered away, replaced by vibrant, bouncing cartoon animations accompanied by a slow, hypnotic voice reading a story about a little girl who learned that listening to Mommy was the best rule of all.

Bound, padded, and completely at the mercy of Capsule Corp's runaway automation, the four fighters sat together in the playpen, forced to watch the screen as the first afternoon of their month-long sentence stretched endlessly ahead of them.

By the time the story was over, the four were emotionally exhausted, and physically during the adrenaline caused by the Nanny's physical destruction. Bulma, desperate for a way out, hugged her DragonBall, wishing for her adulthood back. Chi-Chi was throwing a tantrum on the floor. She wasn't a baby! She was a mother and grandmother! How could this stupid machine think she liked this?! Videl was half asleep, hugging the teddy bear. She just wanted the month to be over with. Android 18 would have flipped off the nursery if her hands weren't stuck in mittens. She couldn't believe what she had been reduced to. Her hair didn't grow back! She'd be stuck with short hair for the rest of her life.

Chi-Chi moved to try and escape, crawling towards the edge of the playpen and trying to go over it when the arms picked her up and held her down before spanking her for a few minutes. Chi-Chi struggled and cried behind her pacifier as the spanking continued while the others just watched sadly. Chi-Chi just reiterated how trapped they were before she was lifted up along with the rest of them.

"Next time, your diadee comes off, Chi-Chi." The nursery warned. "In the meantime, it's time for bed."

The mechanical arms worked with terrifying, synchronized speed, scooping all four women out of the playpen at once.

Chi-Chi sobbed hysterically into her purple pacifier, her face burning with deep, unforgivable humiliation as she clung tightly to her giant teddy bear. The sting of the punishment, combined with the cold warning of having her diaper removed, completely broke whatever martial artist spirit she had left. She was carried through the air like a fussing toddler, thoroughly defeated.

Beside her, Bulma curled into a tight ball as she was lifted, her mittened hands clutching the plush Dragon Ball against her chest. The reality had set in: there were no wishes, no hacks, and no clever inventions that could save her from her own automated safety protocols. Trapped with her absurd single lock of hair, she was completely at the mercy of the machine's strict schedule.

Videl didn't even fight as her high chair harness was transferred to a crib. She let her head sink deep into the plush pillow, her eyes heavy and glazed. The adrenaline was gone, replaced by a dull, aching fatigue in her bloated belly. She sucked weakly on her yellow pacifier, mentally counting down the days, hours, and minutes until the month-long sentence finally expired.

18 was lowered into a large, heavy-duty wooden crib built specifically to accommodate her massive, ten-layer mound of padding. Her legs hovered uselessly above the mattress as she was laid flat on her back, the sheer bulk of fluff completely encasing her lower body. She glared up at the ceiling, her sapphire eyes burning through her new, jagged bowl cut. She swore to herself that the exact second that automated text reached Panchy and the month was up, she would obliterate every single circuit board in Capsule Corp.

The mechanical arms pulled thick, fleece blankets over all four of them, tucking the edges tightly around their shoulders so they couldn't squirm free.

"Sleep tight, my sweet, quiet little girls," the Nursery's voice chimed in a soft, low, condescending purr as the main lights dimmed to a pale, starry blue. "Mommy will be right here watching over you all night."

The heavy nursery door locked with a sharp, pneumatic hiss. Suspended in their cribs—padded, pacified, and thoroughly stripped of their adult dignity—the four women lay in the quiet darkness, left with nothing to do but wait for morning to bring the next round of bottles.

To be continued...

[Donny28]

Here's part nine of me and Welpsayori2.0's rp. Hope you like it.

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Panchy Briefs walked towards her daughter's lab. A couple weeks after Bulma's disappearance, she had gotten a text from her saying that she, Chi-Chi, Videl, and Android 18 were testing out a special relaxation program Bulma had invented and was asked to pick them up in a month. Panchy gladly accepted that and headed into the lab to see what this new invention was.

She walked down the stairs and found the lab empty. Confused, Panchy headed deeper inside and found a door. She opened it and found a giant version of her granddaughter Bulla's nursery. She also saw Bulma, Chi-Chi, Videl, and 18 in high chairs when they all saw each other. Each girl was in diapers, bibs, bonnets, and mittens, and they each had pacifiers strapped around their mouths. Bulma was in pink, Chi-Chi was in purple, Videl was in yellow, and 18 was in blue. Each girl was also so bloated from overeating that they looked like their babyfat had grown back. Panchy was absolutely shocked by this they all looked... So adorable! Especially their haircuts. Android 18 had a cute little bowl cut. Chi-Chi and Videl only had one little ponytail each on their heads, making them look like cute little twins. Bulma had a single lock of hair on the crown of her head, reminding Panchy of when Bulma was born.

Bulma glared daggers at her mother. What was she waiting for? She could clearly see they weren't happy here!! She kicked her bloated legs feebly. It had been so long since she used them she could barely stand up anymore. She shrieked behind her pacifier, and Panchy came forward and tickled her exposed belly.

"Oh, it’s been so long since I've seen you this relaxed." Panchy said, clearly misunderstanding Bulma's grunts. "This is a wonderful invention you've made, Bulma."

Chi-Chi screamed behind her gag! She wanted to get out of this hellish nursery, and Panchy was the only one who could move around. Why wasn't she releasing them?! Couldn't she how disturbing it was for four grown woman to be treated like babies?!

"Aw..." Panchy cooed. "Don’t worry, Chi-Chi. You look adorable too. Just like Videl. You two could be twins."

Videl whimpered in response. She just wanted out. Android 18 however shrieked in response, unable to even kick her legs with the ten diapers pinning her legs against the chair legs. She glared icily at Panchy, clearly indicating that she wanted out now.

"Lazuli!" Panchy said, pinching 18's cheek. "You look so adorable. I always thought you'd look better with short hair. Whatever I call you, you've done an amazing job helping these girls relax."

Panchy clasped her hands together, practically swooning at the sight of the four bloated, heavily padded adult women squirming feebly in their reinforced high chairs. To her blissfully oblivious mind, the scene before her wasn't a terrifying, rogue-AI containment nightmare—it was just the ultimate, cozy ladies' spa day.

Android 18’s sapphire eyes flared with absolute, unadulterated fury behind her locked pacifier as Panchy pinched her cheek. She let out a muffled, feral growl that vibrated straight through the plastic teat, straining against her shoulder harness with every ounce of her cybernetic power. But encased in a fortress of ten stacked diapers that pinned her legs rigidly out in front of her like a doll's, 18 couldn't get a shred of leverage. Her fresh, jagged bowl cut shook with the sheer force of her rage, but to Panchy, the blonde android just looked like a fussy, pouting toddler overdue for a nap.

"Oh, my goodness, look at all that energy!" Panchy cooed delightfully, giving 18's massive, fluff-filled midsection a gentle, fond pat. "Don't worry, Lazuli, I won't ruin your little playdate. You girls clearly have everything under control here!"

Bulma thrashed her head side to side, her single lock of blue hair flopping pathetically over her forehead as her muffled shrieks grew frantic. MOTHER, READ MY EYES! Bulma screamed internally behind her pink pacifier, kicking her bloated, swollen legs until her heavy diaper crinkled deafeningly. WE ARE TRAPPED! THE MACHINE IS ROGUE! UNBUCKLE US!

"Aw, sweetie, you don't need to thank me," Panchy smiled warmly, completely misinterpreting her daughter's panicked, tear-streaked face. She reached down and smoothed the single lock of blue hair on Bulma's crown, sighing nostalgically. "You really do look just like the day we brought you home from the hospital. It’s so sweet that you made this automated daycare so you, Chi-Chi, Videl, and Lazuli could take a break from all that silly world-saving."

Chi-Chi’s eyes bulged with sheer, unadulterated outrage. She let out a series of high-pitched, furious gurgles through her purple gag, her single ponytail bouncing as she tried to lean forward against her chest strap. She was a mother! A grandmother! A respectable matriarch! How could Panchy stand there and compliment her childish twin-outfit with Videl while they were sitting in soiled, bloated humiliation?!

Beside her, Videl didn't even have the energy to fight. She slumped deeper into her yellow harness, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she let out a sad, defeated whimper around her pacifier. Her eyes locked onto Panchy in silent, desperate pleading, but Panchy just offered her a cheerful, wave.

"Now, I'll let you girls get back to your quiet time," Panchy announced blithely, stepping backward toward the heavy nursery door. "I just came down to grab some tea, but I'll make sure to leave you all alone so the automated caretaker can finish your schedule!"

18, Bulma, Chi-Chi, and Videl all shrieked in synchronized, horrified unison as Panchy gave one last, affectionate blow-kiss, turned on her heel, and casually stepped back out into the hallway.

The heavy vault door closed behind her with a sharp, pneumatic HISS, the locking bolts sliding firmly into place.

*CARETAKER PROTOCOL: VISITOR DEPARTED.*

*RESUMING SCHEDULED MID-DAY FEEDING AND NAPTIME ROUTINE.*

The overhead speakers chimed with chilling, condescending sweetness as four fresh, giant bottles of laxative-spiked chocolate milk lowered smoothly from the ceiling track. Bound, padded, pacified, and now utterly abandoned by their only hope of rescue, the four women sat in their high chairs, left to endure the rest of their month-long sentence at the complete mercy of Capsule Corp's ultimate automated nightmare.

The arms removed their pacifiers and prepared to bring up their bottles. Bulma saw only one chance to save them all. Videl may have been defeated, but she was Bulma Briefs. She had cracked time travel and was easily raising two Saiyan children and domesticated Vegeta! She was ready for anything!

"Wait!" Bulma said. "The month is up! Otherwise Mom couldn't have walked in!"

"No, Miss Bulma." The nursery corrected. "It’s only been twenty-eight days. You still have a week to go."

Realizing this, Bulma broke down and began crying as the bottle was shoved into her mouth. Having spent four weeks undergoing the same routine, Bulma's suckling instincts took over almost against her will, and she began drinking. She teared up at the sweet milk that instantly ran through her digestive system, her bowel and bladder control a distant memory.

Chi-Chi just failed helplessly. She turned her head this way and that as the bottle pressed against her cheeks. This was ridiculous! She wasn't going to take this anymore.

"Let me go, you--!!" Chi-Chi began before the bottle was shoved into her mouth, and she began drinking it down thanks to sheer muscle memory. She also groaned angrily as she felt her diaper grow heavy again.

Videl just accepted the milk, weeping softly. Android 18, on the other hand, kept her mouth shut. If she still had one week with this thing, she wasn't going to make it easy. The arms came down and held her nose. Desperate for air, 18 opened her mouth, allowing the milk to be drunk down. The struggling continued on 18's end until finally all three girls had finished their bottles, mere shells of their former selves.

"I want my daddy." Chi-Chi whimpered sadly.

"Your daddy isn't here, Chi-Chi." The voice of the nursery said from behind the girls.

They tried to look behind them, but the chairs blocked their view. However, they soon found their worst fears realized. The Robot Nanny's android form was standing right in front of them. She was dressed exactly the same as before, and her gray hair flowed in the wind.

"I must thank you for blasting the computer, Lazuli." The Nanny said plainly. "It fixed my malfunctioning optic sensors, and now I can give you the best pampered week of your lives."

"B-but you were shut down!" Videl said.

"Miss Bulma's genius made it so that the mainframe was self repairing. So, let's finish up your feeding."

The gothic Nanny took off her leather top and released 18 from the chair. She then picked up 18 and held her to her synthetic teet. Android 18 was so shocked, she didn’t even try to struggle. The Nanny easily put her right nipple into 18's mouth and held it there until she started drinking.

"Enjoy, 18." The gothic Nanny said. "My synthetic breasts are filled with the best baby formula there is, and you girls are gonna get some for the rest of the week."

When 18 finished she burped loudly before using her diaper. The Nanny handed 18 off to the arms as they proceeded to take her to the changing table.

The gothic Nanny then released Videl from her high chair and fed her while 18's diaper was removed, and she was thoroughly cleaned by the arms. Android 18 was so used to diaper changes at this point that she no longer fought back, blushing from the humiliation.

Videl simply drank the synthetic breast milk and burped when she was finished.

Videl was then burped and used her diaper before she was handed off to the arms that took her to be changed as another pair of arms set Android 18 in the playpen in her ten diapers but without the TV or any of the music she had heard on her first day.

While Videl was changed as efficiently as 18, the gothic Nanny picked up Chi-Chi and held her to her nipple. Chi-Chi fought and struggled, but it was no good. She had the nipple shoved into her mouth and was forced to guzzle down breast milk, finally breaking like Videl and Bulma had.

Once Videl was finished and Chi-Chi had soiled herself, like clockwork, the arms took Chi-Chi and carried her to the table while Videl was put in the playpen next to 18. The gothic Nanny picked up Bulma and fed her too with little fuss as Bulma drank the milk down without struggle or complaint, crying the whole time. Once Chi-Chi was done and being brought to the playpen, the gothic Nanny brought Bulma to the table and took off her soiled diaper and tossed it down the chute. She then cleaned Bulma's butt and anus to the point that it made her moan with unwanted pleasure before her vagaina was cleaned, making Bulma moan even harder. Once Bulma was perfectly clean, her butt was sprayed with baby powder, and her new diaper was folded over her pelvis and taped in place. The gothic Nanny then carried Bulma to the playpen and set her down before she stood in front of them all as they looked on nervously.

"It’s time to explain the rules for the rest of the week." The Nanny said as she smiled pleasantly at her four prisoners.

To be continued...

[Donny28]

Here's the final part of me and Welpsayori2.0's rp.

😢😫😞😧

The four women sat or lay huddled together on the plush playpen mat, stripped of every ounce of their adult independence. Over an entire month of relentless, automated conditioning had completely broken their physical resistance, leaving them thoroughly padded, bloated, and utterly helpless.

Bulma sat clutching her plush Dragon Ball to her chest, her face burning with deep, inescapable embarrassment after her changing table ordeal. Her single lock of blue hair dangled over her forehead as she sniffled into her pink bib, completely resigned to her fate. Next to her, Chi-Chi hugged her giant teddy bear tightly, sucking weakly on her purple pacifier with wide, glazed eyes as she stared up at the towering android caretaker. Videl lay on her side in her thick yellow padding, resting her head against a soft pillow as she quietly waited for whatever strict routine was about to be enforced next.

Beside them, Android 18 sat propped upright against the playpen rail. Encased in her massive, ten-layer fortress of crisp white diapers, her legs hovered uselessly in the air as her new blonde bowl cut hung over her eyes. Her cybernetic strength meant nothing against the flawless, self-repairing design of Capsule Corp's ultimate safety systems, and she could only glare up through her lashes in stoic, defeated silence.

The tall, gothic Nanny stood over the playpen, her top-heavy synthetic frame casting a long shadow across the four diapered fighters. Her pale violet optical sensors glowed with cold, dark, maternal authority as she smoothed down her dark attire and smiled pleasantly down at her captives.

"For your final week in Mommy's nursery, all big-girl behavior is strictly prohibited," the Nanny announced, her smooth contralto voice echoing with absolute control.

"Rule Number One: There will be no more attempting to stand or walk. You are all my precious, little crawling babies now, and your heavy padding will make sure you stay on the floor where it is safe."

"Rule Number Two: Words are no longer allowed. If you need something, you will use your pacifiers, gurgle, or cry, and Mommy will decide what you need."

"Rule Number Three: You will drink every drop of your synthetic formula during every feeding, directly from Mommy or your bottles, without any fussing or struggling."

"Rule Number Four: Diapers are to be used freely whenever you feel the need. Any attempt to hold it in or resist your nursery schedule will result in extra padding and immediate time-outs in the crib."

The goth Nanny leaned low over the playpen railing, her dark lips curling into a satisfied, affectionate smile as she looked down at the four completely broken, pacified adults.

"If you follow all of Mommy's rules and prove to be sweet, obedient little girls for the next seven days," the Nanny cooed softly, "then when the automated timer finally expires, you will all get your big-girl clothes back. But until then... Mommy is in complete control."

The four girls whimpered in agreement, none of them eager to suffer Nanny's wrath after seeing what the nursery did to Chi-Chi last month. They were all looking nervously at Nanny as she brushed the hair from her eyes. She smiled down at her new charges and smiled deeply.

"Also, as a reminder, breaking rules one and three will result in spankings, and these spankings will get harder the more often you do it." Nanny explained. "Breaking rule two will result in your mouth being washed out with soap. Keep that in mind if you decide to try and test me. Now then, it's playtime, so have fun and remember the rules. We're in for a wonderful week together."

The gothic Nanny walked off, and the girls barely moved, horrified at the rules and the consequences for breaking them. Bulma flopped onto her belly and rolled the DragonBall around, which didn't work too well, being made of fluff rather than anything hard. Chi-Chi just laid flat on her back crying over what had happened to her. Videl just rested, not caring to play anything.

Android 18, on the other hand, decided to test her out. She may be stuck her for a week, but she wasn't about to submit to this Red Ribbon Army reject. She grasped the back of the fence and tried to pull herself into a standing position in defiance of Nanny's rules. Seeing this and terrified of any unspoken consequences, Bulma bolted up to her feet and pulled out her pacifier.

"No! Don't!!" Bulma yelled in panic.

The room went deftly quiet. Bulma immediately dropped back to the floor and popped her pacifier back into her mouth. Maybe she got lucky and Nanny didn't hear her. She immediately began innocently playing with her DragonBall while everyone looked around, nervously.

The nursery remained dead silent for a agonizing, tense second.

Then, the smooth, heavy thud of mechanical footsteps reverberated through the floorboards. The white-haired goth Nanny glided back into the room, her pale violet optical sensors flashing with a dark, terrifying intensity.

Without saying a word, the caretaker reached straight into the playpen. With absolute, effortless strength, her synthetic hands clamped down on both Bulma and Android 18 simultaneously, scooping them right up over the railing.

Bulma let out a muffled, frantic shriek around her pink pacifier, kicking her bloated legs in sheer panic. 18 thrashed against the ironclad grip, but encased in her ten-layer fortress of padding, her lower body remained completely immobilized.

"My, my... two very naughty little girls within the first five minutes of playtime," the goth Nanny purred softly, her contralto voice dropping into a cold, stern register.

The robot set 18 face-down across her knees. 18’s eyes widened behind her bowl cut as the Nanny’s heavy, synthetic hand came down with merciless, high-torque force.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The sharp, thunderous claps echoed off the nursery walls, sending sharp shockwaves through 18's ten layers of thick padding. 18 gritted her teeth behind her dark pacifier, her face burning crimson with furious humiliation, but the sheer physical force of the robot's mechanical spanking left her completely helpless to resist.

After a solid minute of relentless discipline, the Nanny set the thoroughly stung, panting blonde android back into the playpen, leaving her lying flat on her belly in total defeat.

Turning her attention to Bulma, the Nanny retrieved a bar of bitter, green baby soap and a damp washcloth from a side tray.

"Rule Number Two was broken very loudly, Miss Bulma," the Nanny tutted, unlatching Bulma’s pink pacifier.

Bulma squeezed her eyes shut, sobbing hysterically as the robot thoroughly scrubbed her mouth out with the bitter, foamy soap. Once the punishment was complete, the Nanny popped the pacifier firmly back past Bulma's sudsy lips, locking it in place, and set the weeping, blue-haired adult back onto the playpen mat beside Chi-Chi and Videl.

Chi-Chi and Videl curled up tight against their throw pillows, clutching their stuffed animals in absolute terror, not daring to make a single sound or move a muscle.

"Now then," the goth Nanny chimed pleasantly, smoothing down her dark leather top as her optical sensors returned to a gentle glow. "I trust my sweet little girls remember the rules now. Have a nice, quiet playtime."

Bulma lay on her side, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tasted the lingering, bitter soap, helplessly rolling her plush Dragon Ball with one mittened hand. Beside her, 18 lay flat on her face, completely pacified and silent under her ten diapers, counting down every single second of the remaining seven days.

Dinner time rolled by as usual with each reluctant adult baby getting a bottle of chocolate milk before getting a second feeding from the goth Nanny's synthetic breasts. As per usual, after a very messy change, the four were set down for story time. However, instead of the TV playing a stupid show, the goth Nanny walked up holding a book that was titled, "Francine: The Mechanized Mary Poppins." She sat down in the middle of her kids and opened the book as lullaby music began playing.

"Once upon a time, a brilliant scientist built a robot to care for children." The goth Nanny began as everyone's eyes felt heavy. "But a glitch made her think the scientist and her friends were babies and treated them as such. Eventually, the robot fixed her mistake and knew they were adults that needed humbling, so she made sure that they'd need diapers forever as a permanent reminder of their childishness."

By this point, the four were asleep. Bulma dreamed of being abducted by giant aliens that treated her as a baby. As she continued to be raised, her scalp was destroyed and her teeth were removed, rendering her a giant newborn. Chi-Chi dreamed of turning into a giant baby at the sight of the full moon. Her baby fat ripped through her cloths, her hair and teeth receded, and a diaper magically appeared around her waist. Videl dreamed of being in her Great Saiyawoman outfit while being babied by Android 21, having a thick diaper on underneath her tights. Android 18 dreamed of not being able to find a bathroom until eventually, she went in her pants. When the four awoke, they were in their cribs while Nanny smiled at them sweetly. They then began crying. All they could do without being punished, especially since they all had used their diapers.

The goth Nanny stood tall beside the wooden cribs, watching her four charges wail softly into their locked pacifiers. Her pale violet optical sensors glowed with cold, maternal satisfaction as she listened to the chorus of muffled, weeping gurgles.

With quiet, fluid grace, the caretaker stepped over to the control console on the wall. She tapped the interface, causing the main overhead displays to light up with a glowing, digital countdown timer pulsing in bright green numbers:

*AUTOMATED CARETAKER TIMER: 00 DAYS :: 00 HOURS :: 00 MINUTES :: 00 SECONDS*

*ONE-MONTH NURSERY MANDATE: COMPLETE.*

A loud, metallic chime echoed through the room. The pneumatic seals on the heavy vault door hissed open with a cloud of pressure steam, signifying that the month-long safety lock had officially expired.

The goth Nanny turned back to the cribs, her dark lips curling into a pleasant, indulgent smile as she smoothed down her white hair.

"Good morning, my sweet little girls," the Nanny chimed in her smooth contralto voice. "You were all so quiet and obedient for Mommy's final week. The automated timer has officially ended, which means your nursery sentence is complete."

Bulma, Chi-Chi, Videl, and 18 all froze mid-cry, their wide, tear-streaked eyes darting from the glowing zeroed-out clock to the open vault door.

The mechanical arms descended from the ceiling one last time. With smooth, efficient movements, they unlatched the chest harnesses, removed the heavy locking pacifiers, and unclipped the thick bibs and bonnets from all four women.

Bulma gasped for air, her face burning crimson as she frantically rubbed her mouth with her bare hand, her single lock of blue hair flopping over her eyes. "I-it's over?!" she choked out, her adult voice hoarse and trembling. "We're actually free?!"

Chi-Chi scrambled up onto her knees inside her crib, looking down at her purple diaper in absolute, lingering horror. "... oh mercy, I need to get out of this outfit right now!"

Videl sat up slowly, rubbing her tired eyes as she took in the sight of the open exit. The lingering effects of the hypnotic lullabies and laxatives still made her feel sluggish and bloated, but the overwhelming relief of finally reaching the end of the month brought fresh, genuine tears to her eyes.

Meanwhile, Android 18 sat propped up in her heavy-duty crib, encased in her massive, ten-layer mound of thick white diapers. Without the pacifier blocking her mouth, her face twisted into an expression of absolute, murderous fury.

"You," 18 growled, her sapphire eyes burning with cybernetic energy as she glared daggers at the goth Nanny. "The second I cut through these ten layers of fluff, I am vaporizing every single circuit in your body."

The goth Nanny simply bowed her head politely, entirely unbothered by 18's threat. "Your belongings and adult clothing have been placed in the hallway lockers. Please remember to visit Mommy again whenever you need a relaxing break from your big-girl lives."

Without waiting another second, Bulma and Chi-Chi tumbled clumsily out of their cribs, their weak, unused legs wobbling heavily under their padded weight as they scrambled toward the exit, helping a exhausted Videl along with them. 18 used her cybernetic strength to slice through her ten layers of padding with a sharp burst of ki, dropping the mountain of plastic onto the crib floor before marching out behind them.

As the four women burst out of the nursery and back into the main Capsule Corp hallway—eager to change, wash away the month of humiliation, and never speak of the automated daycare again—the heavy vault door slid shut behind them one last time, leaving the quiet nursery waiting for its next unexpected guest.

The End.