DBZ Moms Vs. The Diaper Machine Comic Page 2 (Pixiv Fanbox)

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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