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Bulma And The Baby Maker
🕑 Added 2019-12-04 14:26:32 +0000 UTCA long overdue story. Enjoy and please comment and like if you did enjoy this story!
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The sounds of bolts being tightened and ratcheted into place echoed throughout the hallways leading to Bulma's Laboratory as the blue haired inventor toiled away at her latest creation.
She had spent all day lying on her back underneath her newest machine, inserting microchips that would rely information to the conveyor belt from her computer. The majority of her day had been spent checking fuses and ultimately making sure everything was in place so that she could test it out tomorrow. With one last twist of her wrench, the panel was sealed which ended her final inspection of the inner workings of the autonomous assembly line was completed. Now that the panel was locked into place, she was ready to move onto the more mentally demanding task of going over the programs which ran it.
"Finally! Now I can get a Hetap!"
Bulma shouted in a blissful tone of victory as she slid out from under the panel and stood up to dust herself off.
"With all the tough bits done, I just need to knuckle down for another few hours at the terminal to get everything in order." She spoke aloud to herself while mentally going down a checklist of what was left to do before she could call it a day.
Bulma waltzed over to the mini fridge next to her work station, opened the small door and pulled out an ice cold beer. With a simple flick of her index finger and thumb, she popped open the Hetap and took a well deserved chug from the aluminum can.
"Ahhh, that's just what I needed." The blue haired scientist exhaled happily.
Turning to her computer, she sat the chilled beverage down next to her keyboard and took a seat.
"Time to double check the system."
Bulma cracked her knuckles and got to work typing away at the keyboard. There were quite a few internal programs that needed their remaining coding ironed out.
After about twenty minutes of diligent typing, Bulma accidentally bumps her drink over with her elbow, spilling the beer all over the keyboard. She jumps up from her office chair in shock, trying to quickly assess the damage and absorb the spill with a rag as the computer lets off an ominous sizzling sound before sparking.
*BOOM*
The terminal releases a small pulse of electrostatic energy which knocked Bulma back into her seat, sending her blackened soot covered self rolling backwards at top speed towards her work in progress. The chair smacks into the at knee level conveyor belt, forcibly throwing Bulma onto the motionless machinery. She laid there, startled as a low whirring noise caught her attention.
"Ugh, what happened?" Bulma brought a hand up to her head, holding her forehead.
Bulma ran her hand that had been holding her head through her brilliant blue locks of soot covered hair, trying to remove more of the soot which covered her head and much of her body. A series of popping came from her workstation, causing her to look over at the remains of her terminal with a devastated expression.
"Noool" She whined. "All that hard work gone..." As she vocalized her frustration, another voice chimed in a clearly automated tone.
*User Detected. Activating Autonomous Bathing, Diapering and- LINGONBERRIES*
Bulma shook her head, trying to shake away the confusion that plagued her thoughts.
There was no way that her machine had just came to life on it's on and started talking about Lingonberries of all things. 'That explosion must've made me bump my head on the belt or something…'
Unbeknownst to our blue haired scientist, the Hetap that she had spilled onto her keyboard did more than just ruin her computer. In mere seconds, the fried circuitry was glitching out, sending out instructions for the invention to start up and act on its own.
Suddenly, the belt lurched under her, pulling her back towards the chair she had previously been sitting in at the beginning of the line. Once Bulma reached the end of the belt, the machine stopped, realizing that it was going in the wrong direction and quickly corrected itself with an unprecedented amount of force. It caught the mother of two off guard, throwing her forward. Due to her inertia, Bulma is sent into a tumbling roll until she hit the side of a large box like structure. This abrupt stop in her roll, caused by the impact into the side of the machine' first station, caused her to land on her back.
Now that she laid flat, the belt pulled her in through the small opening of the box which was only big enough to grant access to those who were laying down. Once inside the box, a series of red lights turned on and proceeded to scan the dazed Scientist.
*Scanning. Scanning*
The computerized voice announced as a fat red line was slowly brought across Bulma's body, much like how a candy bar is scanned at the grocery store. Her body's profile and dimensions were saved into the database of the computer for future use.
*Charge is dirty. Running Cleaning protocol.*
From the initial scanning area, Bulma was carried into a small tunnel where a multitude of sprayers lined the walls. Before Bulma could even think, the water nozzles started blasting her randomly with no synchronization. The short circuited system was dictating that her cleaning was done in a haphazard fashion as the sprayers hit her in random intervals that were completely out of order with various strengths. This was not her program! She had coded the system to gently wash the babies and children who were sent into this machine. Not roughly hose them down like they were a wild dog!
"No!" Bulma cried out in anger. "Stop damn it! Shut! Down! Right! No-
A sudden jet of water sprayed her in the face, shutting her up while simultaneously soaking her favorite white undershirt. At this rate, her entire outfit was going to need to go in the dryer once she got off the belt.
"Ugghh!" Bulma growled as three of the miniscule cannons shot her with water across her butt and midsection, soaking her pants.
She called out frantically as the belt ran her through a gauntlet of soapy rollers which acted on their own accord. In the process of being covered in foam, her Capsule Corp jacket came loose, falling off the belt and landing on the floor with a splat. Her white undershirt and red scarf quickly followed suit shortly thereafter.
In a freak happening, brought on by the azure haired scientist's struggles, her denim jeans were caught in the side of one of the rollers, becoming lodged into the mechanism which held the roller. Bulma fought back, trying to kick her legs at the roller as she lay on her back like a turtle. She pulled her legs back while yanking at the roller with her hands. With much twisting the jeans were horribly pulled from her legs, exposing her silky skin to the cold mechanical air inside the dimly lit tunnel.
"Hey!" Bulma barked out. "Give me those back!"
Bulma was ignored by her creation as she was whisked forward into a series of buffers! The swirling soft brushes ran over her body, removing her bra and ripping her panties into shreds.
Had she been observing her series of unfortunate events, she would definitely go back to the drawing board. The rollers were much too rough, but that was not their original purpose. What she had in mind, what was supposed to happen, was that each roller was to be covered by a loofah, but she never reached that point in her project.
At the other end of the tunnel, near the larger section of the machine, she rolled out from the exit; Sopping wet, naked as the day she was born, but squeaky clean and relatively unharmed.
Bulma tried to shake off her dizziness as she was moved down the assembly line. She had already been stripped and washed, to a certain extent, a few bubbles lingered on her arms and legs. Finally, she regained her focus when another computerized voice caught her attention.
*Phase Two: initializing Dressing*
Bulma didn't even need to hear that to know what was next, after all her genius mind designed this machine, but hearing what was about to be initiated merely reminded her of what she subconsciously knew all along was going to happen.
"No!" Bulma lashed out. "There's no way I'm going to just sit here and let my own machine diaper me!"
Bulma sat up, realizing that she had little time to get off the belt. The scientist got to her feet and hopped off the belt. She was pretty much homefree but a long, mechanical arm reached out and grabbed her by the neck with its comically sized gloved hand. Bulma squawked out in shock, her body squirming as she was brought back to the conveyor belt. She was doing everything to keep herself from going back onto the belt. Her arms flailed around, trying to break free from the glove's grip. While Bulma gave it everything she had, a new gloved hand snuck up behind her and slowly lifted up a small hammer until it hovered over the nude woman's head.
"You let me go right this instant, you hunk of junk or I'm going to sell you for scrap!" Bulma threatened before adding, "I am giving you one last warning! Stop now or-"
*WHAAMM*
"Duuuuuuuur" Bulma muttered unintelligibly.
The once intelligent and successful scientist was rendered mentally incompetent thanks to the blow from the small hammer. She drooled on herself, her tongue hanging out of her mouth like a dog as a bump on her head suddenly sprang up from the site of the cranial impact.
"Daaadaada."
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 upscale 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 on 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 of 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!
Comments
Phantom Sonic
This is so awesome ^-^
