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Practice Makes Perfect Pt.3 (DBZ)
🕑 Added 2020-11-18 16:04:18 +0000 UTC -An Hour Later In West City- Gohan's Baby Day A sudden jolt shook Gohan awake as the flying vehicle landed on the ground. He wiped the sleep out of his eyes and looked around, trying to remember where he was. The first thing he noticed was that he was wearing green overalls that covered his yellow shirt and baby blue and white sneakers. His ever present diaper was pulled against his crotch due to the straps of the carseat. Needless to say, the boy was grateful that it was still dry despite the fact that he had finished a very large baby bottle before he had fallen asleep. Chi Chi turned to face her son, realizing that he was finally awake. "Did you sleep well, Gohan?" "Yes, mom." The boy blushed. "Good, I wanted you rested for your playdate with little Trunks." Instantly, it dawned on the teen why he was dressed up and sitting tightly buckled into a giant carseat: The playdate! Not only had he passed out during a long trip, like some toddler, but he was actually expected to play with Bulma's two year old baby like he was just another infant. His cheeks burned with embarrassment and yet, he wasn't even out in public. However, that was going to change. The boy noticed the roof of his mother's flying car retract and waiting for him next to the vehicle was none other than Bulma, holding her son, Trunks. "There's my little hero!" The Capsule Corp scientist beamed down at Gohan. Chi Chi got up from the driver's seat and smiled. "My goodness, look how big Trunks has gotten!" "I can say the same thing for Gohan here." Bulma bent down and tickled Gohan under his chin before turning to face Chi Chi. "I noticed you trimmed his hair. Gotta admit, that bowl haircut is cute!" "It's easier to wash and it really does make him look adorable if you ask me." Chi Chi explained while unbuckling the five point harness that was secured across Gohan's lap. She quickly hoisted her teenage son up from the carseat and planted him on her hip. "Yeah, now our sons are practically twins!" This remark caused Gohan to look away and that's when he realized that he was in a public park! And this wasn't just any park, it was a public park in the middle of the metropolis known as West City, one of the busiest and most populated cities on Earth. Anxiety rose up inside of him as he prayed to Kami that this playdate would be a short one. Bulma and Chi Chi took note of Gohan's discomfort and prodding him. "What's the matter Gohan?" Bulma asked. "Does my widdle man have a stinky in his diaper?" Chi Chi wondered, oddly optimistic. "No!" Gohan replied a bit too loudly for his liking. "I mean, isn't this a bit much, doing this in such a public place?!" "Don't worry, Gohan. I had the park closed off to the public for the afternoon." Both Chi Chi and Gohan stared at Bulma, a look of shock and awe plastered accross their faces. "How?" The mother and son asked in unison. "You seem to forget that I belong to the wealthiest family on the planet." Bulma boasted. "It was practically a drop in the bucket to rent the park for the afternoon." "I didn't consider that." The raven haired mother stated. "Well, what teenager is going to want to be seen prancing around the park in a diaper?" Bulma questioned. "Thanks, Bulma." Gohan sighed, happy that someone had considered his modesty. "True, I guess that's why I dressed him up, but now, he can just go around in his pamper." Chi Chi chuckled. "Yeah, it's a hot day, let's let our boys run around for a bit!" Bulma added. And just like that, any gratitude Gohan felt towards Bulma had disappeared. He was slowly lowered onto the grass and laid onto his back so Chi Chi could get to work. First his sneakers were untied and then his socks were pulled off. Quickly, his overalls and t-shirt were removed and the undressed Gohan laid there in just his plastic backed pamper. Soon, Trunks joined him once Bulma had taken off his diaper cover and baby sized t-shirt. "What're you waiting for, go play!" Chi Chi ordered. Gohan knew better than to disobey his mother. He got to his feet and looked around, wondering exactly what he was expected to do. A sudden smack on the back of his butt had caught him off guard due to his mother slapping the back of his slick diaper. He toddled forwards, chased by a waddling baby Trunks. The mothers watched their babies frolick amongst the trees that dotted the green space. It wasn't long until they chatted about various things. Of course, Chi Chi took the first opportunity to bring up the challenge that Bulma had issued one week ago. "Remember how you told me that you wanted to race me at changing diapers?" Chi Chi coyly asked. "Yeah and-" The Blue haired woman paused and looked at friend who flashed her a smile. "You've got to be kidding me. You really want to race me using Gohan?!" "Of course." Chi Chi replied nonchalantly. "But-" Bulma stammered. "He's a teen. Not only that, but you'd be at a severe disadvantage." "I understand that and if I do win, it'll just show that I'm the ultimate mother." Chi Chi smirked. "Alright, Miss couldn't even change a disposable last week. How do you expect a grown teenager like Gohan to go along with this? I doubt he'll just use his diaper, right?" "Oh, Bulma. He's used plenty of diapers this week. However, I did put a little something interesting into his bottle before we got here." Chi Chi smiled nefariously. "You didn't." A groan in the distance caught the two women's attention. Poor Gohan was clutching his stomach, squatting down just like a toddler. A few grunts and muffled farts signified that things were beginning to get very messy for the poor boy. Little Trunks stopped toddling around and watched the older boy with a curious gaze. "Oh my, looks like it kicked in." Chi Chi said in mock surprise. "You're ruthless." Bulma muttered. The women watched as the strongest warrior in the universe packed his pampers. His backside ballooned out, bulging towards the ground as he kept pushing the muck out of his body. More grunts and groans accompanied the rude noises erupting from within his diaper. After about a minute, he finally stood up and waddled back towards the mothers. "My poor boy!" Chi Chi cooed. "Come to mommy. Let me make it all better!" The young man waddled up to his mother who pulled him in for a nice, long hug. She held him like that for a few minutes, patting his back and occasionally rubbing it gently, while whispering into his ear that he was such a good boy. Finally, he pulled away from her and looked down. "M-mom?" Gohan shuddered. "C-can you ch-change my diaper?" "Sure thing, baby." Chi Chi patted the ground in front of her. "Bulma, I think it's time for Trunks to get a diaper change too!" "Yeah, he probably does. It's been a few hours." Bulma walked over to her little boy, scooping him up and pulled back the waistband of his Pampers. "Huh, I guess it's not Gohan's day." Bulma muttered, noting that the baby had a messy load in the seat of his diaper as she walked back over to where Gohan and Chi Chi waited. Both boys were laid on the ground and Bulma pulled out some supplies from her diaper bag. Chi Chi brought out the ray gun that Bulma had lent her and started enlarging Trunks' baby wipes and the new pamper. A slight grin spread across the scientist's face, noting that Chi Chi was cunning enough to increase the size of the wipes, thus leveling the playing field. Still, Gohan was so much bigger than her son, it wouldn't make that much of a difference in the grand scheme of things. "I'm ready, what about you?" "Oh, I was born ready!" Bulma laughed. Both mothers started getting to work and felt his disposable practically get ripped from his waist. His mother quickly used a wipe to push most of the waste into the diaper before balling it up, a rapid swipe down his backside and, in the blink of an eye, Chi Chi was raining talcum powder all over his privates. Meanwhile, Bulma was going at a more gingerly pace, untapping the disposable from her son's waist and carefully cleaning him up. Ultimately, she couldn't afford to be so carefree with Trunks, he was after all a real baby. Still, she felt bad for Gohan while simultaneously marvelling at how much her friend's diapering technique had improved. She was just barely powdering Trunks when she heard Chi Chi cry out. "Done!" Gohan blushed profusely, but also smiled. He was glad his mother had proven herself and displayed to Bulma that she was more than capable of taking care of a baby. The boy couldn't believe that he, for a brief moment, thought of himself as that baby, but at least this rivalry was hopefully over. "I guess you're the better mother after all." Bulma smirked. Chi Chi chuckled and smiled at Gohan. "Being a mother isn't about being the best, but it doesn't hurt to hear praise from a fellow mom once in a while." "I can see that Gohan has really helped you out. Maybe I need to borrow him?" Bulma winked. The teenaged baby boy blushed, wondering what Bulma had in mind. He knew that out of all of his father's female friends that the blue haired inventor was the most prone to flights of fancy. Creative types always did think outside the box. "I don't see the harm in that. Maybe I could take Trunks around the park while you fed my boy?" "Sure. Is he on solids or liquids?" Bulma asked, completely ignoring Gohan like he was just a baby. "A mixture of both. He drains my breasts, but it's never enough for him. So, I feed him some yummy baby food on top of my milk." Chi Chi explained. "Well, Trunks can't keep up with my milk. I'm sure I can help feed him if you don't mind." Bulma smiled down at Gohan. "Sure, be my guest. I'll take Trunks for a ride in his stroller, give you a little privacy." The raven haired mother replied, lifting up the bowl haired infant and depositing him into the stroller. "Have fun you two!" Bulma waved as she kneeled down next to where the diapered teen laid. Gohan didn't think he could blush any harder as Bulma gazed down on him, unbuttoning her blouse. The embarrassed boy knew what was coming next, but despite the odd situation he was in, he did nothing to stop it. An audibly loud snap signalled that the maternity bra had been opened, allowing Bulma's perky, large breast to be freed from its cotton enclosure. The diapered teen merely stared at it, unsure if he should latch onto the puffy nipple. Bulma muttered some encouraging babyish coos, trying to get the teen to suckle. Finally, Gohan gave in, accepting the stiff nipple between his lips. A few sucks and he was granted a squirt of Bulma's milk, it tasted quite different from his mother's milk. He thought about it in between suckles and assumed that it must've been the woman's diet that caused the milk to taste so good. She had the finest dietary supplements available to her. Greedily, the boy suckled, hungry for the best milk he had ever tasted. A few moans came from Bulma who was not used to such a strong and thirsty boy drinking from her bosom. Gohan stopped and looked past her boobs and into her eyes. "I'm sorry, Bulma. Should I stop?" "No, you're doing it right. Keep going." Bulma coaxed his mouth towards her other breast. Gohan got the message and returned to suckling earnestly from the new breast that Bulma had presented to him. At first, he thought he had been doing something wrong since his mother never made noises like that, but he was so happy to hear that he wasn't hurting the woman who was his father's oldest friend. Bulma was accustomed to feeding her little Trunks, but she was finally getting used to the teen baby's strong mouth. Gohan noticed, after suckling for a good few minutes that the proverbial well had run dry, he pulled his head away from Bulma's breast and looked sheepishly at the young mother. "Umm, I'm still hungry." "And wet, from the looks of it." Bulma brought her hand down to the boy's oversized Pamper and felt the swollen, urine soaked crotch. "That's why I love disposable diapers. You don't always need to check them to see if they're wet because they show you by turning yellow." Gohan couldn't believe that Bulma just squeezed his crotch like he was just a dumb baby. Sure, his own mother did that, but that was different! "Then why did you check?" Gohan couldn't help but ask. "Because you didn't tell me that you made pee pee in your pampers. " Bulma teased. The normally easy going teen pouted slightly, not enjoying Bulma's remark. "Don't be like that. I'll get you changed and you'll get something to eat too." Bulma explained while grabbing the changing supplies. "What do you mean?" Gohan blinked, "You're going to change me?" Bulma merely nodded, going for the tapes and ripping the sopping wet diaper open. A cool, afternoon breeze blew over his groin and well toned stomach, causing him to look away. Getting a diaper change was still something he was getting used to, but he'd never expected or wanted to be changed outside like this. He tried to imagine he was somewhere else. The blue haired mother lifted the boy's legs up and pulled the ruined disposable out from under him. She quickly unfolded a huge new pamper to replace the used one. It was quite something, the bulk and size of it alone was something to marvel at. She was so used to dealing with Trunks' normal sized disposables. Thanks to her enlarging ray, she could make anything jumbo sized. Ultimately, she got an idea while putting the new teen sized diaper under Gohan. Gohan could feel the touch of the synthetic cotton polymers caressing his bottom as he was lowered onto the unfurled diaper. It's softness underneath his rear end serving as both a comfort and an ever present reminder of what was currently transpiring:an outdoor diaper change. One thing Gohan was grateful for was the fact that Bulma had thought ahead and closed off the park by renting the entire space for the afternoon. Despite being in public, he felt himself relaxing as Bulma brought the diaper up between his legs and fixed the tapes into place. The disposable diaper caressed his crotch and bottom tightly as Bulma patted the front, smiling down at Gohan. "You're a lot less squirmy than Trunks." "Thanks, I guess." Gohan replied at the pseudo complement. "I'm still hungry." "You're just like your father. Always hungry." Bulma smiled. "I guess that's just how it is with you Saiyans." Gohan blushed, knowing that his mammoth appetite was uncommon, but also a part of who he was. What could he say? He loved to eat. Bulma slowly rose to her feet, letting Gohan sit on his padded butt, and pulled out a lone capsule. The boy watched her pull it from her pocket and wondered just what it might contain. "Bulma?" "Yes, Gohan?" "What's in that capsule?" "It's a surprise." Bulma winked. To Be Continued...
