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Part 1: Bulma and The Baby Maker

Completely incapable of rational thought, the stunned and now babbling woman was completely complacent and docile. She was pulled along to the diapering station where a pair of gloved hands effortlessly gripped her ankles and pulled them high up into the air. As the hands held Bulma's plump butt up off of the conveyor belt, a new hand was busy sliding a thick white diaper under her. Another arm extends downwards, in its hand a comically sized bottle of baby powder which practically dumps itself over her waist, crotch, and bottom. Her legs are slowly lowered again and she's deftly taped up. The bulky disposable forces the mother to spread her legs wide, causing her to gently kick them while she idly flips her lip up and down with her index finger.

"Bleebeebeeeebeebee"

The drooling, mentally diminished woman didn't even notice when her arm was being lowered from her face while another pair of gloves grabbed her legs, holding them in place to stop her from kicking them. Once reasonable secured, the machine lowered am oversized baby bonnet down onto Bulma's head. The hands try to tie it around her neck, but the bulbous protrusion simply prevents the hands from completely their job. Each time the bonnet pops off. On the third attempt one of the gloved hands coyly pushes the lump down into her skull before tying the bonnet into place.

Roughly twenty seconds later, the bump popped back up, forcing its way through the top of the bonnet, ripping the material to gain its freedom. The bonnet remained in place, but the huge bump was prominently on display. This caused the machine to stop briefly, considering what it should do while Bulma sat there with her tongue dangling out of her mouth like a fool. After about a minute of calculations, the machine puts two small, white bandaids on the bump in a cross formation.

With that done, the belt continues to its end where she's dropped off into what looks like an adult sized infant car seat which had been custom made, by the machine, for her body. The gloves immediately pulled the chest strap across her bountiful breasts, snapping it shut by her diaper and locking her in place.

"Wha..?" Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she gets a good look at her diaper and current seat.

"YOU DAMN BUCKET OF BOLTS! I'm going to have Vegeta blast you into a million pieces!" Bulma shouted at the ceiling, fists and legs flailing wildly from her locked seat.

Another hammer holding gloved hand hovers overhead.

"And after he blows you up I'll piss on the ashes and-"

*WAAP*

"Duuuuurrrr"

Once more subdued, both mentally and physically, the machine starts up again, taking the giant carseat with it. Unbeknownst to the brain damaged Bulma, the carseat is latched and locked into a railing. The bottom of the railing chugs forward and pulls Bulma's oversized car seat deeper into her invention. Every few inches that go by is punctuated by loud mechanical noises, much like a roller coaster chain linkage, as Bulma lays back in her carseat, flipping her drool covered lips with her finger.

*Feeding protocol commencing*

The loud computerized voice stated as a large plastic nipple was slowly pushed into Bulma's drooling mouth. Her muffled gurgling was quickly replaced by a rhythmic suckling as the mother of two began to drink from her oversized baby bottle. Bulma absentmindedly sucked down a steady stream of thick, chalky baby formula. Ounce after ounce soon turned into a gallon as the petite scientist started to bloat up slightly.

Mppfhhh!

The steady stream ceased as the rubber teat of the bottle was pulled from her mouth. Suddenly, the dimwitted woman was bombarded by her higher brain functions returning. She now realized that her mouth had been freed from the rubbery obstruction and Bulma was ready to unleash a string of obscenities at her diabolical creation. Just as she was about to scream every vulgarity she knew, and some inappropriate Saiyan words that her husband had taught her, she was stunned into silence when she saw the giant looming figure which stood before her. She had never built that- THING! 'The machine must be using my body's dimensions to upside everything to fit me!'

While Bulma was busy trying to figure what was going on with her invention, the same gloved hands that had pulled out her baby bottle were now unbuckling her from her oversized carseat. In the blink of an eye, she was lifted up and brought over to the enormous mannequin which resembled a massive mother, complete with full breasts. Not wanting to upset the machine, Bulma remained passive as she was draped over the large mannequin's shoulder. Her sour stomach groaned and gurgled, aching from the disgusting baby formula she was forced to drink. Before she realized what was about to happen, the hands started patting her back.

"Hey!-" Bulma cried out angrily. "I'm a grown woman! I don't need to be bur-"

*BUUUURRRPPPPPP*

Bulma's face was a wash in a furious blush. She couldn't even believe that she had just burped, let alone spit up milk onto that mannequin's shoulder like a six month old baby! How pathetic she felt as she was placed back into her adult sized car seat with a loud crinkle, which reminded her about what was tightly taped around her womanly bottom. She knew that it would only be a matter of time before she needed to use the restroom. If only she had drank a few more Hetaps. It would've dulled her senses and maybe this whole horribly humiliating situation wouldn't have been so damaging to her ego.

"That's a good widdle baby!" The mannequin cooed down at Bulma. "Now, let's get you back into your way and delivered to your new mother and father."

"My new what?!?

"Your new parents, sweetie. The carseat will be attached to the delivery hovercraft that is built to resemble a stork. Isn't that cute?"

Bulma found herself quickly overcome with anger as she heard what this machine had intended to do to her. Instead of screaming her head off, which has only gotten her hit on the head, Bulma started to pull at the five point harness which held her into her oversized baby seat.

"Naughty girl!" The mannequin cooed. "They say that the third times the charm!"

Bulma had no clue what the mannequin was babbling about and she didn't care! She had precious few moments left before she was publicly delivered to someone's house wearing only a diaper and bonnet! The West City Journal would have a field day if that happened!

Unbeknownst to squirming scientist, the mannequin brought out a large, adult sized baby rattle and quickly hit Bulma in the head with it.

"Duuuuuuuur!"

"Let's hope that fixes you." The massive mannequin said. "Babies like you shouldn't have to worry about anything except for when they're gonna get their num nums."

The rhythmic rattling of the chain lift carried the drooling Bulma outside of the main dome of Capsule Corp where a rather remarkable recreation of a Stork waited for her, just as the mannequin had said. The stork themed delivery drone easily latched onto the top of Bulma's carseat and lifted her high up into the sky.

Bulma simply sat in her carseat and gurgled, occasionally slapping at her drool covered breasts as the drone left the Capsule Corp compound. It soared through the towers of West City and then flew towards the nearby remote mountain range.

*Thirty Minutes Later*

"What in the name of-" an older woman found herself cut off by the most bizarre sight she had ever witnessed in all her days. A Stork shaped machine was slowly lifting off the ground, its job of dropping off a huge baby seat completed. Sure, the old woman had heard stories of aliens visiting the planet, the tales about the bald one in black armor were especially terrifying, but she had never heard about aliens delivering strange white plastic baby seats.

She quickly ran through her freshly plowed turnip field and immediately came to a stop. There, sitting right in front of where she stood was an adult woman wearing a diaper. The old lady studied this bizarre discovery. She could see that the drooling woman had a head injury that was sticking out from a ludicrously large bonnet. The strange diapered woman's blue bangs peeked out from the bonnet she wore.

"What's your name, honey?" The old lady asked, in an effort to establish communications with this strange diapered woman.

"Bulba!" Bulma exclaimed

"Balba?" The old woman repeated, arching her eyebrows.

A cow mooing in the distance caught the mentally challenged mother's attention.

"Moo moo! Balba!"

"Oh, you want a bottle milk." The elderly farmer's wife stated, feeling rather silly that she didn’t understand what this girl wanted.

'All she wants is a baba.'

"I guess you're some kind of baby alien or something?" The old woman asked.

"Noh ama dult" Bulma cried out, filling her diaper.

The old lady watched the blue haired woman's diaper turn yellow. "Well, I raised seven kids, what's one more?"

The End!

----

A long overdue story heavily influenced by the cartoon "Baby Bottleneck" from 1946 combined with elements from Dragonball Z.

Want to read more DBZ stories? I think you do! Why not reward yourself? You can read all sorts of crazy stories involving diapers, ageplay, Female domination, giants, mental regression and humiliation! If you enjoyed this glimpse at the type of art I commssion to go alongside with my stories then check out my stuff on Fanbox, Subscribestar and Ream!

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Part 1: Bulma and The Baby Maker

Completely incapable of rational thought, the stunned and now babbling woman was completely complacent and docile. She was pulled along to the diapering station where a pair of gloved hands effortlessly gripped her ankles and pulled them high up into the air. As the hands held Bulma's plump butt up off of the conveyor belt, a new hand was busy sliding a thick white diaper under her. Another arm extends downwards, in its hand a comically sized bottle of baby powder which practically dumps itself over her waist, crotch, and bottom. Her legs are slowly lowered again and she's deftly taped up. The bulky disposable forces the mother to spread her legs wide, causing her to gently kick them while she idly flips her lip up and down with her index finger.

"Bleebeebeeeebeebee"

The drooling, mentally diminished woman didn't even notice when her arm was being lowered from her face while another pair of gloves grabbed her legs, holding them in place to stop her from kicking them. Once reasonable secured, the machine lowered am oversized baby bonnet down onto Bulma's head. The hands try to tie it around her neck, but the bulbous protrusion simply prevents the hands from completely their job. Each time the bonnet pops off. On the third attempt one of the gloved hands coyly pushes the lump down into her skull before tying the bonnet into place.

Roughly twenty seconds later, the bump popped back up, forcing its way through the top of the bonnet, ripping the material to gain its freedom. The bonnet remained in place, but the huge bump was prominently on display. This caused the machine to stop briefly, considering what it should do while Bulma sat there with her tongue dangling out of her mouth like a fool. After about a minute of calculations, the machine puts two small, white bandaids on the bump in a cross formation.

With that done, the belt continues to its end where she's dropped off into what looks like an adult sized infant car seat which had been custom made, by the machine, for her body. The gloves immediately pulled the chest strap across her bountiful breasts, snapping it shut by her diaper and locking her in place.

"Wha..?" Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she gets a good look at her diaper and current seat.

"YOU DAMN BUCKET OF BOLTS! I'm going to have Vegeta blast you into a million pieces!" Bulma shouted at the ceiling, fists and legs flailing wildly from her locked seat.

Another hammer holding gloved hand hovers overhead.

"And after he blows you up I'll piss on the ashes and-"

*WAAP*

"Duuuuurrrr"

Once more subdued, both mentally and physically, the machine starts up again, taking the giant carseat with it. Unbeknownst to the brain damaged Bulma, the carseat is latched and locked into a railing. The bottom of the railing chugs forward and pulls Bulma's oversized car seat deeper into her invention. Every few inches that go by is punctuated by loud mechanical noises, much like a roller coaster chain linkage, as Bulma lays back in her carseat, flipping her drool covered lips with her finger.

*Feeding protocol commencing*

The loud computerized voice stated as a large plastic nipple was slowly pushed into Bulma's drooling mouth. Her muffled gurgling was quickly replaced by a rhythmic suckling as the mother of two began to drink from her oversized baby bottle. Bulma absentmindedly sucked down a steady stream of thick, chalky baby formula. Ounce after ounce soon turned into a gallon as the petite scientist started to bloat up slightly.

Mppfhhh!

The steady stream ceased as the rubber teat of the bottle was pulled from her mouth. Suddenly, the dimwitted woman was bombarded by her higher brain functions returning. She now realized that her mouth had been freed from the rubbery obstruction and Bulma was ready to unleash a string of obscenities at her diabolical creation. Just as she was about to scream every vulgarity she knew, and some inappropriate Saiyan words that her husband had taught her, she was stunned into silence when she saw the giant looming figure which stood before her. She had never built that- THING! 'The machine must be using my body's dimensions to upside everything to fit me!'

While Bulma was busy trying to figure what was going on with her invention, the same gloved hands that had pulled out her baby bottle were now unbuckling her from her oversized carseat. In the blink of an eye, she was lifted up and brought over to the enormous mannequin which resembled a massive mother, complete with full breasts. Not wanting to upset the machine, Bulma remained passive as she was draped over the large mannequin's shoulder. Her sour stomach groaned and gurgled, aching from the disgusting baby formula she was forced to drink. Before she realized what was about to happen, the hands started patting her back.

"Hey!-" Bulma cried out angrily. "I'm a grown woman! I don't need to be bur-"

*BUUUURRRPPPPPP*

Bulma's face was a wash in a furious blush. She couldn't even believe that she had just burped, let alone spit up milk onto that mannequin's shoulder like a six month old baby! How pathetic she felt as she was placed back into her adult sized car seat with a loud crinkle, which reminded her about what was tightly taped around her womanly bottom. She knew that it would only be a matter of time before she needed to use the restroom. If only she had drank a few more Hetaps. It would've dulled her senses and maybe this whole horribly humiliating situation wouldn't have been so damaging to her ego.

"That's a good widdle baby!" The mannequin cooed down at Bulma. "Now, let's get you back into your way and delivered to your new mother and father."

"My new what?!?

"Your new parents, sweetie. The carseat will be attached to the delivery hovercraft that is built to resemble a stork. Isn't that cute?"

Bulma found herself quickly overcome with anger as she heard what this machine had intended to do to her. Instead of screaming her head off, which has only gotten her hit on the head, Bulma started to pull at the five point harness which held her into her oversized baby seat.

"Naughty girl!" The mannequin cooed. "They say that the third times the charm!"

Bulma had no clue what the mannequin was babbling about and she didn't care! She had precious few moments left before she was publicly delivered to someone's house wearing only a diaper and bonnet! The West City Journal would have a field day if that happened!

Unbeknownst to squirming scientist, the mannequin brought out a large, adult sized baby rattle and quickly hit Bulma in the head with it.

"Duuuuuuuur!"

"Let's hope that fixes you." The massive mannequin said. "Babies like you shouldn't have to worry about anything except for when they're gonna get their num nums."

The rhythmic rattling of the chain lift carried the drooling Bulma outside of the main dome of Capsule Corp where a rather remarkable recreation of a Stork waited for her, just as the mannequin had said. The stork themed delivery drone easily latched onto the top of Bulma's carseat and lifted her high up into the sky.

Bulma simply sat in her carseat and gurgled, occasionally slapping at her drool covered breasts as the drone left the Capsule Corp compound. It soared through the towers of West City and then flew towards the nearby remote mountain range.

*Thirty Minutes Later*

"What in the name of-" an older woman found herself cut off by the most bizarre sight she had ever witnessed in all her days. A Stork shaped machine was slowly lifting off the ground, its job of dropping off a huge baby seat completed. Sure, the old woman had heard stories of aliens visiting the planet, the tales about the bald one in black armor were especially terrifying, but she had never heard about aliens delivering strange white plastic baby seats.

She quickly ran through her freshly plowed turnip field and immediately came to a stop. There, sitting right in front of where she stood was an adult woman wearing a diaper. The old lady studied this bizarre discovery. She could see that the drooling woman had a head injury that was sticking out from a ludicrously large bonnet. The strange diapered woman's blue bangs peeked out from the bonnet she wore.

"What's your name, honey?" The old lady asked, in an effort to establish communications with this strange diapered woman.

"Bulba!" Bulma exclaimed

"Balba?" The old woman repeated, arching her eyebrows.

A cow mooing in the distance caught the mentally challenged mother's attention.

"Moo moo! Balba!"

"Oh, you want a bottle milk." The elderly farmer's wife stated, feeling rather silly that she didn’t understand what this girl wanted.

'All she wants is a baba.'

"I guess you're some kind of baby alien or something?" The old woman asked.

"Noh ama dult" Bulma cried out, filling her diaper.

The old lady watched the blue haired woman's diaper turn yellow. "Well, I raised seven kids, what's one more?"

The End!

----

A long overdue story heavily influenced by the cartoon "Baby Bottleneck" from 1946 combined with elements from Dragonball Z.

Want to read more DBZ stories? I think you do! Why not reward yourself? You can read all sorts of crazy stories involving diapers, ageplay, Female domination, giants, mental regression and humiliation! If you enjoyed this glimpse at the type of art I commssion to go alongside with my stories then check out my stuff on Fanbox, Subscribestar and Ream!

Daymare｜pixivFANBOX

Daymare on SubscribeStar.adult

Ream (reamstories.com)

Why not spoil yourself with a membership to my Ream, Substar or Fanbox? You're worth a few dollars, aren't you?