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#Post#: 44--------------------------------------------------
League of Legends diaper
By: Cya Date: October 31, 2018, 9:50 am
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-A Few Hours Later-
"Doctor!" A voice announced from nowhere and yet everywhere.
"Vat?" The big earned creature asked, annoyed. "Can't you see
that I'm very busy here!?"
"The girls have been claimed. They must be dressed and shipped
out immediately!" The voice from beyond the sight of the bound
and spanked women explained.
"Scheisse!" He barked. "Can't it vait? My research is no where
close to completion!"
"No, this order comes down from the top of the organization. If
we fail this particular client, we might not be long for this
world. Now, get them back onto the conveyor belt!"
"Ja, ja, ja." The scientist agreed in his native tongue, waiting
for the owner of the voice to cease transmission. "Can't believe
they got picked, been in the catalog for a few hours tops and I
only got that white haired one to cum four times..."
The girls shared sideways glances at one and another, anxious
about what was in store for them. They didn't have to wait long
as the ever familiar gloved hands descended on each of them,
unbuckling their binds, freeing them from being secured to the
spanking machine. Tristana was lifted up first by the hands,
held underneath her armpits and carried off through a black,
lightness corridor.
Meanwhile, as Tristana was being taken away, the exhausted, over
spanked Poppy saw this as her chance to try and escape since her
leather cuffs had been unshackled. She pushed herself up off of
the spanking contraption and landed on the floor, ready to make
a break for it. However, the white gloves were ready and pounced
on her. They seized the girl’s wrists and pulled her into the
air. The fierce warrior fought valiantly against the hands,
wriggling like crazy, but she was no match for the machined
hands and found herself being carried by her wrists through the
dark passageway.
Last but not least was Lulu. She lacked the strength and energy
to rebel as Poppy just did. Regardless of stamina, she relied on
her magic and staff. However, she was just as burnt out and
tired as her friends. All she could do was yell at the
scientist, vowing revenge.
"Ja, that's a good one." He chuckled from behind the control
panel. "I bet your new mommy von't even let you valk!"
His loud, echoing laugh pierced the silence of the tunnel that
Lulu was being pulled into. She found herself joining her
friends, but could only hear them. They all kicked their feet
while dangling in the air, only held by the hands. Despite the
weak willed rebellion, the hands didn't care, they had a job to
do.
A bright flashing red light pulsed rapidly, illuminating the
tunnel for a few seconds before a series of artificial lights
turned on. The interior of the corridor was actually a
processing area for the captives taken by this group of
criminals. Machines lined the wall as a long black band
stretched out the full length of the facility.
Once more, with a loud industrial churn, a conveyor belt came to
life, ready for the group of Yordles as the hands threw the
women down onto the rubbery tract.
Tristana landed face first, ass up in the air, perfect for the
belt to restrain her. A series of black leather bands clasped
themselves over her wrists and ankles, securing her in place as
she writhed and struggled against her bondage. Up ahead was a
metallic mannequin that had a blinking bulb for a head and two
spindly arms, waiting for Tristana and the others.
The white haired Yordle could feel the belt slowing down, though
it didn’t stop completely. From seemingly out of nowhere, the
metallic robot's gloved hand held up what looked like a
thermometer. The white hand gave it a good shake. Tristana could
only crane her head sideways, unsure of what was coming as the
bulb headed machine followed along side the crawling conveyor
belt.
The poor girl laid ass up, defenseless and ignorant of the
machine's true intention as a red laser beam painted a target on
Tristana's butt. The robot pushed the thermometer fowards,
aiming for the target, maneuvering the long, cold rod
into position right between her cheeks.
"Ahhhhhh!" Tristana cried as the thermometer breached her
butthole, going in deep.
She could only lay trapped, in the position the machines had
forced her in, powerless against the technology
she was dealing with. The poor Yordle could feel the object
resting in her butt, sticking up like a flag pole from between
her perky butt cheeks. After a minute, the cold intruder was
removed and the robot muttered something and took off back
towards her other friends. Needless to say, Tristana was both
relieved and mortification once the temperature taking was over
with.
Back down the line, the hands were handling a very angry Poppy,
who didn't want anything to do with the conveyor belt. She
shouted repeatedly at the hands that were snaking around her
body as more were summoned from the roof to deal with her, as
the mechanical voice announced that Poppy was throwing a
tantrum. It took eight mechanical hands to finally subdue the
squirming, naked warrior.
As she was held down, she could see the metallic bot roll
towards her. It had only a box snapped body and a pole which
served as it's legs, atop it's box body was a bulb. Unbeknownst
to Poppy, it was the same robot that had tended to Tristana. The
pigtailed girl felt the hands filp her over onto her
stomach, but she was facing away from the robot, starring back
at Lulu further down the conveyor belt. She could feel her legs
as they were grabbed and pulled apart, exposing her most
private places.
She had a terrible feeling, almost expecting what the machine
planned on doing to her. So, with everything she had left, she
tried to break free, but the hands were too strong, all eight
held her close to the surface of the conveyor belt. Two hands
pressed each of her limbs to the rubbery tract as the robot
reached out and pushed the lubricated thermometer into her ass,
gently working it into her.
"Ugggh" Poppy couldn't believe this treatment.
After several seconds, the cold medical device
was removed with a gentle pop, leaving the
warrior blushing beet-red. The robot slapped Poppy's sore ass
and then the belt then sped up again,
taking the humiliated girl to her next stop.
#Post#: 45--------------------------------------------------
Re: League of Legends diaper
By: Cya Date: November 2, 2018, 12:42 pm
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While Poppy sped ahead, Lulu was brought to the temperature
checking bot. The robot looked her over and was not pleased,
tsking before signalling for the gloved hands hanging from the
roof to strip the Fae of her hat. The sorceress grabbed at her
hat, clutching it tightly, but she was the match for the iron
grip of the hands which ripped it from her, sending her falling
onto the conveyor. She looked like a turtle, laying on her back
and the bulb headed robot took full advantage of this, lifting
her legs up from the belt and sticking the thermometer right up
her butt.
"Uuuughhhh!"
Further along the conveyor belt, Tristana was flipped over by
what could only be described as a rolling pin. She landed on her
back, legs splayed out, exposing her hairy crotch. A few seconds
later she approached the next station where she
saw a strange metal device
wielded by a new robot that looked like a barber. A click of the
switch brought the gizmo to life, causing it to vibrate and make
a high-pitched buzzing noise. The Yordle squinted up at
the object and realized it was a razor. Her reaction was one of
dread. “No, please! It took me so long to grow it!
The barber ignored her pleas and went to work, bringing down the
sheers into her pubic mound.
"NO!!!”
A few passes with the razor over her once overgrown white bush
rendered her crotch a barren patch of stuble. The robot quit
shaving, putting away the razor and sprayed some type of fluid
onto it's gloved hands. Next it rubbed it's gloved hands
together and patted the shared area between Tristana's legs.
Tristana started to sob when the mannequin looking barber bot
finished working the liquid into her crotch. It must've been
aftershave because it burned so bad! Another churn of the
conveyor belt pulled her swiftly away from the barber's torment
and down the line towards the next station.
Poppy sped along and felt the rolling pin cascade under her legs
and breasts before it lifted up, flipping her over. Now, she was
upside down, facing the barber bot. She had heard the buzzing
before she ever saw the razor and instinctively brought both of
her hands down to shield her blond pubic hair. Just like
Tristana, it had taken her a while to grow the hair and she
wouldn't surrender her badge of maturity without a fight.
The barber, oblivious like the rest of the contraptions in this
factory of perversion were, didn't care. It pushed the vibrating
electronic razor down, trying to breach Poppy's tightly clasped
legs. Despite the odds, Poppy fought to keep her legs clamped
shut, but it was no good. The sheer strength of the machine was
far too much for her to resist. After a minite of struggling,
she found her legs forced apart as the whirring electronic
clippers were pushed right towards her blond pubic locks.
“You fiend! You can take away my mark of maturity, but you'll
never break me!” Poppy shouted.
Regardless of her bold declaratoon, it fell on deaf ears as all
of their shouts, cries and pleas always did. The
clippers wasted no time getting to work,
shaving off her big bush of blond hair,
with a few swipes.
Poppy glanced down at her fertile womanhood, now freshly shaven
and as stuble ridden as a man's five o'clock shadow.
"This is unacceptable!" The pigtailed Yordle barked at the
barber bot.
The barber remained mute and uncaring, the only response Poppy
gotta was the conveyor belt picking up speed suddenly, carrying
her forward as Lulu trailed behind.
Unlike the Yordles, Lulu was stuck on her back, laying down like
you'd lay in a bed. So, once she came into contact with the
rolling pin, she was flipped onto her stomach and breasts but
she was face first! Her ass was where her head was and, when she
looked up at the menacing barber bot, a chill ran down her
spine. The gloved hand holding the buzzing pair of clippers was
mere inches away from her head.
"I don't need my hair cut!" Lulu whined.
The emotion deproved robot just hummed and
vibrated before it scanned the top of the fae's head with a red
laser beam. Suddenly, another set of shaving sheers popped out
of a slot on its side. Now, both gloved hands held a razor and
we're ready to tackle, what it thought, was the mother of all
pubic bushes.
"No, please. This has got to be a mistake!" Lulu cried as the
buzzing clippers grew louder and closer to her luxurious
lavender hair. "Not MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR!!!” She screamed.
Sadly for her, the barber went to town. It started at her
perfectly sculpted bangs, shaving them off in one pass, leaving
her with a huge, bald forehead. Despite not being combat
trained, Lulu gave it her all, fighting against the machine to
the best of her ability, but all that accomplished was summoning
more hands to hold her down while the robot continued to shave
away her long lavender locks. Decades of growth and careful
conditioning regiments were slashed to pieces by an oversized
tin can wearing an apron.
Lulu could do nothing more than be forced to suffer this
unimaginable punishment. She saw that both of her friends only
had their pussies shaved. 'Why in the name of hades had this
bucket of bolts gone after my head full of hair?!'
“Hey robot!" Lulu shouted, trying to get the metal barber's
attention. "You don’t need to do this! Please, just stop before
I'm bald!” she cried.
Despite her attempts at bartering woth the lifeless hunk of
scrap matter, the barber bot ignored her. Ultimately, it's
response was to just grab the remaining strands of hair and
shave that off. Lulu could feel the gloved hands part her last
bit of hair before the clippers went over it. She snarled as a
new gloved hand rubbed after shave on her stuble covered crown.
Gone was all trace of her once radiant and magnificent hair.
“You son of a ****!" Lulu roared in absolute rage at the
stinging sensation of the liquid that had been rubbed into her
head. It was as if the barber robot was literally rubbing salt
in the wound. It was bad enough that it had shaved her as bald
as a door knob, now it had to rub that painful concotion onto
her sore scalp.
Once the robot put away its barber utensils, Lulu felt all the
gloved hands retract away from her, allowing her the freedom to
survey the damage that the robot had inflicted onto her. She
felt the back of her neck and head. The realization that there
was nothing there, no hair going to her back, or past her
shoulders was almost enough to make her start bawling like a
baby. Still, she braved onwards, searching for any lone strand
of her, but her head was shaved completely, with only the barest
hint of stubble left.
"How- How-How could you!!??" Lulu stammered over her words in
rage, pointing an accusing finger at the butcher who shaved her
head until she looked like a newborn baby.
The barber's response surely wasn't what she expected, a hose
come out of the torso of the barber and proceeded to suck up
massive long locks of hair. The newly shaved girl felt the belt
start up again, taking her forward to join her friends.
The next station Tristana came too was rather nondescript. A
mere box like device stood hanging above her, waiting for the
belt to stop. Before the warrior could even begin to question
what was going on, a bright red light covered her crotch,
causing her to shield her eyes as the smell of burning hair rose
to her nostrils.
'It's burning my crotch!' Tristana felt her heart begin to pound
like a jackhammer as anxiety enveloped her soul. She didn't want
to get burned so she stayed as still as a leaf as the machine
removed the remaining stubble from her pubic mound.
Needless to say, it was a very quick process, only taking a few
seconds, but it felt like a lifetime to Tristana who was
petrified. She only opened her eyes once the belt started back
up again.
Poppy had seen the laser shine down on Tristana's crotch and was
conflicted. She surely didn't want to get burned while fighting
back, but did she want to get branded or whatever that machine
did to Tristana?
Ultimately, Poppy held still, hoping that whatever this machine
did, it didn't sketch and emblem onto her bare flesh. The last
thing she wanted was to be labeled like she was someone's
property. A few seconds passed as the fierce warrior laid back,
waiting for it to be over as she looked at the wall, away from
the blinding red light. After the smell of burning hair
disappeared, she felt the conveyor belt lurch forward and she
was off to the next segment of the machine.
Lulu, at this point shaved and defeated, didn't even know what
to do anymore. She watched the machine mark Poppy and didn't
care if it marked her head. 'Who cares if they stamp my head
with their high tech sorcery? My hair will grow over it in
time.' So, with that thought in mind, she stood on her hands and
knees as the machine blasted her stubble ridden scalp with the
hair killing ray.
"What's that smell?" Lulu asked aloud as the smell of what hair
remained on her head was removed forever.
The sorceress brought her hands up and was startled to no longer
feel any stubble on top of her head. The strange beam of light
didn't brand her, like she thought it would. No, it destroyed
her remaining follicles, leaving her head as slick and smooth as
a baby's bottom.
#Post#: 46--------------------------------------------------
Re: League of Legends diaper
By: Cya Date: November 2, 2018, 7:59 pm
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Tristana heard an ear piercing scream, followed by a long
plaintive wail that sounded so full of sorrow back down the
conveyor belt. However, she had no time to worry or wonder about
what that was about because she had just arrived at her stop.
The white haired Yordle watched as a gloved hand took a bottle
of baby oil and squirted some into the palm of another hand. The
gloved robotic fingers went straight for her privates, rubbing
the oil all over her shaven **** and butt cheeks. She started
moaning as the fingers excited her hairless sex, a tingle shot
up her spin as sge laid at the mercy of the machine.
“Ahhh, please. Be gentle. Your fingers are so huge!" The Yordle
begged while in the throws of ecstasy. Tristana found herself
turned over onto her stomach as the oiling continued. She could
only blush as the hand rubbed her ass until it glistened with
the oil, slipping in a finger or two between her butt cheeks. A
finger coated in the oil was jammed up her tight hole with no
regard for how incredibly turned on it made the poor girl.
Tristana's moans were interrupted when it breached her back
pasage, she responded by making a little squeak as she felt the
finger repeatedly enter her anus, massaging her prostate. If she
didn't know any better, she could've sworn that this crazy
machine was purposely trying to make her cum.
Sadly for the poor Yordle, she was denied release as the lubed
up hand retreated back to the mannequin. However, a new hand
appeared with a cannister. She laid on her back while the powder
was sprinkled all over the sexually frustrated Yordle's ass.
Once again, Tristana was flipped over and back on her back as
the powdering continued. The white stuff rained down onto her
freshly lasered crotch, looking like a layer of snow to the girl
until a new hand appeared and used a powder puff to pat it in.
It patted all over the girl, ensuring that the overly
sweet-smelling powder covered every inch over her shapely ass
and ****.
A bell sounded and Tristana found herself being hauled forward
as Poppy was brought to the oil and powder station.
She was very pissed off to discover that her pubic hair had been
literally vanquished from this existance, leaving her as bare as
when she was a teenaged Yordle. So, when the machine tried to
oil her up, she reached out and grabbed the lubed up glove's
arm. She held on tight to the mettalic snake like arm, being
lifted into the air. Her rebellion didn't last as suddenly a
loud "clack" sound filled her ears. Her ass was in an explosive
amount of pain as she was getting spanked. She couldn't help but
cry out, blushing beet-red in humiliation while the paddle
worked her over. Finally, the machine ceased the spanking when
Poppy let go of the oil globe's arm.
"****, why didn't I let go sooner?" She could only blame herself
for the spanking since the machine stopped once she returned to
the conveyor belt. Poppy was jist in time for the lubed up glove
to begin doing the duty it was designed to do: slathering oil
all over her **** and ass. As it got to work, Poppy began to
feel her loins grow hot with excitement as it touched every fold
and inch of her womanhood. However, between the pain coming from
her ass and the frustratingly erotic touch of the robotic hand's
on her ****, she was awash in a sea of conflicting emotions.
Poppy knew that she was a fierce warrior, the hero of the realm
and a mature woman. However, all woman had needs, and she told
herself that it was okay to enjoy the experience. However, her
throbbing red ass told her otherwise, whenever she started to
feel really good, her ass, pressed against the conveyor belt
told her different. The pain coming from it, was reinforcing her
punishment for trying to escape, but deep in her subconscious,
it was linking the idea that sexual stimulation was naughtiest
and wrong.
The once feared and respected warrior started mewing and whining
due to the sensations she felt. Once the hands started rubbing
her butt and working their fingers into her ****, she started
bawling like a baby. Her overwhelmed mind merely allowed the
pain to win since her ass hurt a lot more than any of the
pleasure she got from the hands. Her poor Yordle brain didn't
know what to do, but cry.
Tristana heard even more crying behind her and couldn't quite
figure out what was going on. The machine was bad, but
definitely not as bad as the cries of her comrades made it seem.
Still, she had her own problems to worry about as she was moved
ahead to a new station. From the celing came mutiple hands, two
of which held a box, but Tristana couldn't see what the box held
within it. However, she didn't have to wait long as one of the
hands pulled out a shiny square piece of plastic: a freshly
manufactured plastic backed diaper!
"I don't need that!" The Yordle whined defiantly.
The machine didn't care, sending a hand down to snatch up her
legs, lifting them into the air, exposing her freshly powdeed
backside. Of course, Tristana wriggled and waved her arms,
trying to talk to the machine.
"I don't need those! Please, don't diaper me!"
At this point, she should've known that diplomacy wasn't an
option when your enemy was literally deaf, but she felt
compelled to try every time. The machine went to work, laying a
clean, white disposable diaper under her powdered plump butt. In
record time, she was taped into the thick, obtrusive garment.
Tristana could only stare at the enormous baby themed diaper,
pawing at it in morbid curiosity.
Meanwhile, at the back of the conveyor belt, Lulu was still
crying as she approached a new mannequin. This robotic being
slathered up its gloved hands and started rubbing her bald head,
massaging the baby oil into her barren scalp. Lulu let out a
squawk, purely in disbelief that the machine was polishing her
bad head. BALD! She never in a million years would expect that
word to be used when describing her head!
"Ahhhhh! Take that out of there!" The sorceress cried as the
finger tried to stick itself into her ears.
She wriggled, trying to pull away, but the confused machine
packed her ears full of the oil. Unbeknownst to the Fae, this
wasn't just baby oil, but a mixture of gelatinous Vaseline. So,
once it filled her ears, she was effectively rendered deaf,
unable to hear anything!
Lulu was a defeated woman at this ooint, she had cried the last
of her tears. After all this, she was exhausted and allowed the
warped machine to do whatever it willed. Still, when the powder
puff started patting her head and face, she did yell at it. What
did she say? Well, Lulu surely had no clue what she sounded
like, but to Poppy and Tristana, it sounded exactly like babyish
gibberish instead of real words.
The belt cranked and chugged ahead, taking the oversized newborn
Lulu with it as Poppy was being taken to the diapering machine.
Poppy laid on her back, freshly oiled and powdered, looking up
at the box above her. She had just gotten done crying, but the
revelation of a diaper being pulled from the box was almost
enough to get her going again. The stubborn warrior decided to
get up and try to run away. However, she didn't get very far as
the conveyor belt merely started going faster, compensating for
the speed of the running Yordle. It was like she was running on
a treadmill, going no wherever fast. Even though, her stamina
kept her going, the machine quickly grew tired of this game and
conked her on the head with a rolling pin. She fell back onto
the conveyor belt and the hands got to work diapering the poor
girl. A lump formed on her head, standing up tall between her
two pigtails, causing the warrior to mutter gibberish and coo
like a baby.
The conveyor belt, having sped up to keep Poppy from escaping,
brought the Fae to the diapering station. She could see her
companion, freshly diapered and knew that was her fate, at this
point she didn't care. After losing her hair and gearing, she
just wants to get this whole thing over with. Maybe once she was
taken to wherever she was going, she'd get her ears cleaned out
and something to cover her bald head.
Lulu watched Poppy speed off ahead of her, crinkling diaper and
all while the blond Yordle gooed and gawed like a baby. Even
without the sense of sound, she could tell that her friend was
out of it by how much the pigtailed woman was drooling.
Regardless of Poppy's condition, it was her turn to be diapered.
After everything she had been through, she was shocked when the
machine realized that she was facing the wrong way. The hands
picked her up and laid her on her back. Lulu, expected the damn
thing to diaper her face, but luckily for her, it finally did
something right.
Being diapered wasn't exactly a victory for the Fae, but at
least she was one step closer to being released from this
madhouse. She stared down at the heavy duty plastic that covered
her thick bush and encased her loins. She noticed that it bulged
out, making her look like the baby the machine thought she was,
but one thing that the Fae never thought she'd experience from
the diaper was comfort. The diaper legitimately felt great, the
soft pillowesque material soothed her sore, spanked bottom,
hugging it just enough to cover it from the hard surface of the
conveyor belt which kept irritating her red skin. This was a
suitable tradeoff for the magic wielding woman compared to
everything else she had been put through.
Tristana could hear weird baby noises not far behind her, but
she could only see Poppy from her position. They were both
laying down on the belt, and from Tristana's upside down view,
sge couldn't exactly focus on the bump on Poppy's head or all
the drool pouring from her mouth. However, the white haired
Yordle did wonder why Poppy was almost right behind her as they
both moved ahead.
More strange noises started to come from seemingly nowhere.
Tristana, and even Poppy in her disoriented state of mind, began
to search for the source of the sound. The rumbling whine of
several machine grew closer, but unless they were inside the
walls of the tunnel... 'Yes, they must be inside the walls, but
what is this damned machine doing?'
A panel in the wall opened up, revealing freshly made cloth baby
botties, mittens and bonnets. Without a moments notice ge
machine snatched Tristana up and proceeded to dress the
struggling girl. The booties were worked up feet as the large
ruffled bonnet was placed on top of her head, quockly tied into
place under her chin. All of this did not happen without some
protest from Tristana.
"I don't want to wear this!" She whined. "At least give me
something to cover my boobs!"
The machine stopped for a brief moment, almost considering the
white haired Yordles request. A symphony of machines came back
to life and withing seconds a matching pink onesie was brought
before Tristana who could only stare at it. With no other
options, she begrudgingly accepted that the machine at least
listened to her request.
The gloved hands carefully helped Tristana into the one piece
garment. The machine brought it up her legs and tugged it gently
until it settled into place, clinging to the thick diaper that
Tristana wore. A few snaps around her crotch covered her bulky
disposable diaper and now she was fully dressed and ready for
the next station.
A highly disoriented Poppy was next. She had stars in her eyes
as she was lifted up by the gloved hands. She hung there, limp
and drooling, muttering inconsistent gibberish as her head felt
like it was whirling around in a storm. Ignoring the stupified
woman, the machine grabbed her hands, putting them into yellow
mittens. Next her feet were helped into matching booties
while a big yellow bonnet with white trim was plopped onto her
head.
Unfortunately for Poppy, the big bump she got from trying to
escape caused the bonnet to "float" slightly above her blond
hair. The machine pulled the bonnet down as hard as it could,
causing Poppy's arms and legs to spasm and kick as she cried out
like a baby in pain. She unknowingly fought and flinched, due to
her muscle memory, but a gloved hand grabbed the back of her
disposable diaper's elastic waistband and pulled back as far as
it could before letting it "snap" back into place around the
girl’s hips, making her squeal in pain.
Finally, the bump poked through the top of the bonnet, ripping
the material slightly to gain it's freedom. The bonnet now
rested normally and was tied under the frantic, crying warrior’s
chin. Poppy found herself a bawling, confused mess as she was
sat back down on the conveyor belt.
#Post#: 48--------------------------------------------------
Re: League of Legends diaper
By: Cya Date: November 3, 2018, 1:00 pm
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A panel in the wall opened up, revealing freshly made cloth baby
botties, mittens and bonnets. Without a moments notice ge
machine snatched Tristana up and proceeded to dress the
struggling girl. The booties were worked up feet as the large
ruffled bonnet was placed on top of her head, quockly tied into
place under her chin. All of this did not happen without some
protest from Tristana.
"I don't want to wear this!" She whined. "At least give me
something to cover my boobs!"
The machine stopped for a brief moment, almost considering the
white haired Yordles request. A symphony of machines came back
to life and withing seconds a matching pink onesie was brought
before Tristana who could only stare at it. With no other
options, she begrudgingly accepted that the machine at least
listened to her request.
The gloved hands carefully helped Tristana into the one piece
garment. The machine brought it up her legs and tugged it gently
until it settled into place, clinging to the thick diaper that
Tristana wore. A few snaps around her crotch covered her bulky
disposable diaper and now she was fully dressed and ready for
the next station.
A highly disoriented Poppy was next. She had stars in her eyes
as she was lifted up by the gloved hands. She hung there, limp
and drooling, muttering inconsistent gibberish as her head felt
like it was whirling around in a storm. Ignoring the stupified
woman, the machine grabbed her hands, putting them into yellow
mittens. Next her feet were helped into matching booties
while a big yellow bonnet with white trim was plopped onto her
head.
Unfortunately for Poppy, the big bump she got from trying to
escape caused the bonnet to "float" slightly above her blond
hair. The machine pulled the bonnet down as hard as it could,
causing Poppy's arms and legs to spasm and kick as she cried out
like a baby in pain. She unknowingly fought and flinched, due to
her muscle memory, but a gloved hand grabbed the back of her
disposable diaper's elastic waistband and pulled back as far as
it could before letting it "snap" back into place around the
girl’s hips, making her squeal in pain.
Finally, the bump poked through the top of the bonnet, ripping
the material slightly to gain it's freedom. The bonnet now
rested normally and was tied under the frantic, crying warrior’s
chin. Poppy found herself a bawling, confused mess as she was
sat back down on the conveyor belt.
Lulu quickly found herself hoisted up and dressed in a matching
bib and bonnet combo with a cute little cartoon milk bottle
embroidered onto the front of the bib that was tied around her
neck. Lulu looked over the tiny, infantile garment and noticed
that it barely covered her tiny bosom. It really was too small
to actually provide her with any speck of modesty. The fact that
her new wadrobe, or lack thereof, consisted of her plastic
underpants(she refused to think of them as her diapers, no
matter how comfortable they felt) and the cute bib really pissed
the Fae off. She typically wore her cloak and had rarely shown
off any skin. However, now this ridiculous outfit barely covered
her breasts, leaving her midriff exposed!
The whole dressing process only took a few seconds since Lulu
had pretty much submitted to the machine. Needless to say, she
was a defeated woman, at this point. She knew her chances of
escape were next to none at this point. She hadn't been allowed
to stand since getting into this crazy facility and, she had a
sneaking feeling that her inability to hear, would also, more
than likely, mess with her sense of balance. So, she figured
that she'd just go along with the machines.
After all, what had all of her struggling and shouting gotten
her? Basically, it had gotten her a shaved head and clogged
ears. It had costed her everything she valued: her hair and
ability to hear. At the very least, the Fae was grateful that
she hadn't been hit on the head like poor Poppy had. Seeing her
flailed around like a drunken fool, drooling all over herself,
was quite a sad sight to see.
While Lulu sat on the conveyor belt, in deep contemplation,
Tristana was about to reach the next station. Another mannequin
looking robot waited for the Yordle as the belt patiently moved
the diapered girl forward. The white haired Yordle gasped with
utter disbelief when she saw the bot waiting by the conveyor
belt. It was quite a large robot compared to the barber and the
other supervising tin cans that she had seen before.
The mannequin itself stood about twice the size of a typical
human. Not only did it make Tristana feel like she was literally
the size of a real baby, but the robot sported a pair of huge
breasts underneath a purple blouse, which made the poor girl
feel woefully inadequate by comparison. The robot only wore that
single blouse, leaving the girder skirt below completely
exposed.
The white haired Yordle stopped right next to the mannequin as
the conveyor belt ceased moving. She looked up at the towering
machine and realized that it didn't exactly have arms, in the
traditional sense of the word. Instead, the robot had a pair of
snake like metallic wires hanging next to it's frame. Suddenly,
the ropey metal strands came to life and the squirming girl was
once again hoisted up by the gloved hands that were apart of
this particular mannequin.
Thistania stared up at the odd robot, gaving trouble seeing past
the pair of breasts that the hands had decided to cradle her
against. However, the diapered weapons expert could see a small
golden ball which served as it's head with a radio poking out of
where the mouth would normally be.
“Wha- what do you want?" Tristana asked, wondering what this
bizarre place had in store for her next.
A jolt of eletricity brought the contraption to life and a loud,
industrial pumping sound could be heard from within the
mannequin. But Tristana had no time to think about that sound
due to a very motherly voice which started to baby talk to the
Yordle.
"Dere’s my widdle bitty baby girl! Yes, yoo is! Yes, yoo is! A
gitchy-gitchy-goo goo! Mama’s gonna feed you!"
Whilst Tristana was forced to listen to the machine's
insufferable baby talk, the tiny girl noticed that one of the
gloved hands was unbuttoning the blouse, which ultimately
revealed a glass breast beneath the shirt held in a huge
maternity bra. Upon seeing the massive glass globe, slowly
filling with milk, Tristana let out an angry wail as she
realized that the robot intended to breast feed her like a baby.
She literally was bawling her eyes out while trying to pull away
from the big boobs that she was held against. The machine knew
she was throwing a full blown tantrum, what with the way she was
kicking and pounding at the mannequin's chest, but the robot
didn't care. It was programmed to over power the brats in its
care and merely used its mechanical strenght to force the
struggling Yordle to the rubbery nipple that awaited the girl.
Tristana felt her lips forced onto the rubbery nipple which
seemed a little large for a baby’s mouth. 'I guess it has to be
bigger than normal to feed all the woman trapped in her. Once
the milk started to flow into her mouth, the Yordlle brought her
focus onto the milk that was forced to drink. She couldn't even
believe how bad the warm white liquid tasted in her mouth. The
girl gulped it down quickly, trying to end this ordeal.
Out of the corner of her eyes, Tristana saw the gloved hands
bring her idol up to the vacant breast opposite the one she
currently occupied. She truly felt sorry for Poppy. The once
feared and mighty warrior was drooling all over her little boobs
and looked completely confused as her eyes swirled around. With
little effort, the hands pushed Poppy towards the other nipple
and the woman took to it without a fight, drinking hungrily from
the fake breast.
The two Yordles were simultaneously breastfed next to one
another as subdued suckling was all that could be heard coming
from the two warriors. Occasionally, the machine would shower
nonsensical gibberish on to them, occasionally mixing in praise
about what good babies they were for not biting mommy. As soon
as the hand left the back of her head, Tristana pulled away from
the big nipple, gasping for air.
“That’s the worst milk I’ve ever had!” she groaned. Her
thirst quenched, Tristana was moved on to the busty mannequin's
shoulder while Poppy was positioned on the opposite shoulder,
drooling all over it. Before the white haired Yordle could even
figure out what this thing had in mind, she felt her back being
patted as she was held close against the dress form’s shoulders.
'It's trying to burp me!'
*BUUURRPPP*
Tristana heard a very loud belch escape from Poppy, leaving a
baby brained friend nice and content. Soon, afternoon a few more
pats, the white haired girl let loose a loud belch of her own.
With its task completed, the mannequin used its eaxta hands to
place both Tristana and Poppy back on to the conveyor belt,
leaving them both yawning and poor Tristana ompletely baffled by
the entire experience.
Lulu saw that her friends were sped off ahead of her, heading to
an opening where sunlight actully poured into the facility. 'How
long have we been down here?' Lulu wondered as she came up to
the massive busty mannequin. Before she could even utter her
baby talk, she was yanked off off the belt and being brought to
the glass brest which was being refilled with baby formula.
After all the indignities that the Fae had suffered, she decided
to just go with it. Ultimately, she had already been seemingly
demoted to a newborn. Why tempt the facility and end up as
something lower than that? At least she could still walk and,
even though she'd never ask the machine for a drink, she was
thirsty.
With that thought in mind Lulu latched onto to the mannequin's
big nipple, resting her face against the glass orb that housed
Lulu's baby formula. She suckled at a reasonable pace. She was
in no rush, but the busty robot patting her diaper and cooing
tonher was starting to wear on her nerves. it took only a few
minutes of feeding before one breast was completely drained and
the mannequin switched the bald newborn baby woman to the other
breast.
Lulu felt a pain in her gut as she started sucking from the new
breast, she was getting bloated from all the milk! She tried to
pull away, but the mechanical arms shot out from the
shoulders of the busty robot and held her close to the tit,
forcing her to keep drinking.
A minute or two later, a very bloated Lulu was lifyed up and
held close against the mannequin's chest. It then gently
started patting her back! Just like Tristana and Poppy before
her, the machine wanted her burped. The hands kept up the pace
and with our warning, Lulu burped up a bunch of white spit up,
causing the poor girl to blush while the robot cooed at her and
rubbed her diapered butt.
While Lulu was getting her fave wiped clean, Tristania could see
that she was getting close to an opening in the facility where
the conveyor belt was about to reach the end of the line. She
watched Poopy enter the bright, natural light of the cave's
mouth, and get snatched up by a pair of gloved hands. As Poopy
was handed off to one set of hands to another, Tristana saw more
hands descending down until they were close enough to scoop her
up. While the drooling, pigtailed warior was passed from one
iron grip to the next, Tristana found herself being picked up by
the original set of hands that had handled Poppy and she too was
passed forward until she could see an area where a large, white
majestic stork awaited the trio of baby women. A huge basket sat
just beneath the creature which meant that they would all be
forced to share the small infantile wicker cradle.
Upon seeing the bird, Tristana realized that this was her last
chance to escape. She kicked her legs like a wild woman, but
mostly just looked like she was throwing another bratty tantrum.
Regardless of what she wanted, she still found herself being put
down into a large basket where Poppy had already been laid. The
once feared hammer weilding warrior was suckling her thumb,
obviously passed out and in dreamland from what Tristana could
see. A loud fart came from the girl and the next thing she knew,
the poor demolitions expert was stuck in the oversized basket
with Poppy's fully packed pamper sitying right next to her. All
Tristana could do was pinch her nose since Poppy's diaper was
already was turning brown.
"Damn it, Poppy. Why did you **** yourself?!" Tristana whined,
knowing that it was going to be a very long and stinky flight
Right after Poppy pooped her pampers, Tristana noticed that her
stomach was starting to bubble up. She tried to suppressing her
farts, but it was no use. When the bald and diaper clad Lulu was
joining her in the basket, she could not longer hold back and
poor Tristana unloaded a massive load into her pampers. Luckily,
for the others, but unluckily for herself, Tristana was in a
onesie which held her diaper close to her and masked the smell
somewhat more than Poppy's bare disposable.
Now, she lay right in the middle of the basket, surrounded by
Poppy to the right and Lulu to her left.
Once the bloated and upset Lulu was laid into the basket,
Tristana tried to talk to the Fae sorceress, but the poor woman
couldn't hear a word her friend was saying. Lulu could only mew
and try to speak, try to warn Tristana that she too was about to
fudge her huggoes, but it came out sounding like gibberish.
Finally, after a fit of wriggling, Lulu gave up and unleashed
her mess into her diaper as well.
Tristana was surrounded by dirty diapers, including her own and
she just decided to give up and try to get some sleep as the
stork started to flap his wings. It was going to be a long
flight.
To Be Continued!
#Post#: 108--------------------------------------------------
Re: League of Legends diaper
By: Cya Date: January 4, 2019, 9:58 pm
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"My babies are here!"
Tristana stirred from her sleep as she heard a loud, joyous
voice above where she was sleeping. The first thing that the
Yordle noticed when she opened her eyes was the Celestial
Guardian towering above her, cooing down to her. Suddenly,
Tristana remembered everything: the failed raid on the fiends
who enslaved women. How she was captured and washed before being
diapered and dressed up like a baby. It all came back to her
like the flipping of a switch.
"There's been a mistake!" Tristana stated desperately. "I'm not
a baby!"
"Of course you are. Look at your cute little onesie and bomnet!"
Soraka smiled and picked up Tristana from underneath her
armpits.
"No, I'm not a baby!" The young Yordle pouted.
"Shhh" Soraka shushed the fussy baby woman in her arms and
quickly pushed a green pacifier into her new baby's mouth.
"I don't want you waking up your sisters." The Star Guardian
stated as she brought Tristana in close, pressing her face
against the fussy Yordle's which caused the diapered girl to
wince.
"We're going to have so much fun raising you to be a good little
girl. A peace loving child who would never harm another."
Tristana wanted to cry when she heard what Soraka intended to do
with her and her teammates, but things only got worse when the
tall woman bounced her gently. A terrible smell assualted the
girl's nose, but the worst thing was the feeling that the
bouncing generated in her pampers. It churned the mess held
within her plastic prison, causing the slick and wet mush to go
everywhere. The only thing worse than the feeling of her poopy
diaper was the next thing that Soraka said.
"Aww, smells like someone needs her diaper changed."
Tristana looked away, preferring to look anywhere else. She
found herself staring at Poppy and Lulu which only made her eyes
water in sorrow. Her once powerful companions were reducing to
slumbering infants. Poor Lulu literally looked like she was six
months old in her bonnet and dirty diaper which sagged low from
her hips. Tristana cringed when she noticed the shape that Poppy
was in: a large, red knot stood prominently on top of her head,
sticking out from the bonnet which framed her face. Even though
she got to keep her hair, the amount of drool leaving her mouth
showed how far gone she was mentally.
Soraka patted Tristana's pamper, pulling the Yordle from her
thoughts as more of her muck slid around her butt cheeks. "Did
you hear mommy? You'll be allowed a diaper change before lunch
if you are a good girl, understood?"
Tristana could only nod, realizing that the most basic of
expectations for a baby would have to be earned. Somehow, she
felt even lower than a baby. At least babies didn't have to earn
the privilege of a new diaper everytime they shat thenselves.
She could only sigh as Soraka carried her into what was to be
her new home, placing her inside of a normal size playpen.
"Now, you stay there, I have to get your sisters, okay?" Soraka
asked, not exactly expecting an answer from the pacified woman
under her guardianship.
Tristana could only watch through the mesh of her new playpen as
her captor walked away, the much taller woman's hooves clamping
across the floor. Even though it was a plush carpet, you could
still hear her coming and going. The white haired Yordle could
utilize Soraka's footsteps in the future as an early warning
system if sorts when she figured out how to escape with her
friends.
An unknown jostling startled the Fae from her slumber, the now
bald woman quickly looked around at her surroundings, confused
and uncertain of where she was. Seconds after opening her eyes,
she spotted a tall blue skinned woman in an orange dress
carrying her and, Poppy!?
'****! It wasn't a nightmare!' Lulu instantly realized that the
events of the facility were not a figment of her imagination.
She noticed that Poppy sported a bloated and stained diaper as
well as a terrible bump on her head that stuck out from a bonnet
she had been forced to wear. Lulu looked down at her own self,
starring at her bare chest and dirty diaper. She knew at that
moment, from her lack of hearing and the sticky, smelling bulk
wrapped around her loins that she was also considered a baby.
That it was a reality.
Soraka sat the large basket on the ground by the playpen and
noticed that her youngest baby was looking around, obviously
quite startled and upset.
"Come here, sweetheart!" Soraka cooed, scooping up the bald and
stinky newborn looking woman.
Lulu couldn't hear a word of what Soraka was saying, but she
knew of her reputation, the former sorceress knew that this
powerful Guardian of the stars was a reformer of wicked and
troublesome individuals. She had heard that this woman, who was
currently cradling her against her bosom, had the power to
render the most savage killer into an innocent individual who
couldn't harm a fly. Lulu now understood why she this had
happened, why she was reducing to literally a newborn to be
taken care of by Soraka. The mage could only sob and try to beg
for her freedom, but all that came out of her mouth was
gibberish which sounded a lot like baby babble.
"Aww, my new daughter can't even talk?" Soraka gushed and
squeezed the diapered woman closer.
"I have never raised a woman this far reduced. I suppose that I
should increase the amount of money I pay for you since this is
such a lovely surprise. Mommy always wanted a newborn to
breastfeed!"
Tristana couldn't believe her ears. Syre, she had been forced to
suckle from a robot at that bizarre favtory, they all did, but
was she going to be spared of such degrading treatment? The
white haired Yordle couldn't help but feel relieved, but also,
she felt bad that Lulu was going to be fed in such an infantile
way.
Lulu struggled to push herself away from Soraka when the woman
squeezed her so tightly.
"Huh, I guess there's still some fight left in you?" Soraka
chuckled.
Lulu couldn't answer, but she did squirm in the powerful woman's
arms.
"I guess you could use some time in that dirty diaper. Maybe
you'll realize that you're mommy's newborn now." Soraka merely
deemed that her youngest daughter was fussy and that she must
need some time alone in her bassinet.
Tristana watched Soraka carry her wiggling friend away from the
living and, most likely, over to their future nursery. Since the
sound of her new mommy's hooves ceased, the explosives expert
knew that she had to try and get Poppy's attention. Tristana
quickly threw a block towards the basket, but it missed.
"Damn it." She wanted to get Poppy's attention, hoping that the
hammer wielding warrior would snap out of her babified stupur
once she had waken up.
Another block sailed through the air before hitting it's
intended target right on the big bulbous lump that stuck out of
her bonnet. Tristana grimaced, feeling bad that she had hit her
friend, but the screaming cries that pierced the tranquility of
the living caused the white haired Yordle's stomach to sink.
"Shit."
"Somethings wrong with my baby?!" Soraka ran out of the
backroom, drawn by the urgency of her adopted baby woman's
cries.
She scooped up Poppy and held her close to her cgest, rubbing
the screaming woman's back while cooing into her ear. After a
few tense moments, the ear shattering cries coming from Poppy
turned to gently sobs. Once the blond ceased crying, Soraka held
her out to inspect the poor thing.
"Oh my, you're the Hero of Demacia!" Soraka was stunned to be
holding such a fierce and just warrior in her arms. Normally,
she would've taken the woman and released her since Poppy was
such a noble and true warrior, fighting for the weak and
defenseless. However, the Celestial Guardian noticed that
something wasn't quite right with the diapered blond she held in
her arms, and it wasn't just the massive load in her pampers.
Poppy's dilated eyes, drool covered chin and vacant stare told
Soraka all she needed to know.
"I can't believe how badly they scrambled your brain." The
powerful entity tsked. "I guess I won't be giving them a bonus
after all."
Poppy was a million miles away. Her focus was true to pretty
colors that this nice lady wore and how sweet she smelled. The
brain damaged warrior could only giggle and coo, feeling happy
that the pain in her head had gone away.
"Let's change your diaper, sweetie pie."
To Be Continued...
hero of Demacia
#Post#: 169--------------------------------------------------
Re: League of Legends diaper
By: Cya Date: March 6, 2019, 6:38 am
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"Wait!" Tristana called out from her playpen, hoping to get
Soraka's attention.
"Good to see that they left me with one baby that can still
talk. What's the matter, baby? You're not getting a diaper
change, not like your sister here."
Tristana thought quickly, remembering that Soraka seemed upset
to learn that Poppy was rendered brain dead by the ruthless
thugs who had captured them.
"Shouldn't you punish those guys for destroying Poppy's mind?"
Soraka held the retarded girl in her arms, looking down at
Tristana and then back at Poppy's messed up eyes.
"The damage has been done. There's nothing I could do to fix
it." Soraka sighed and carried Poppy away fromthe playpen.
"I thought mothers were supposed to set an example and punish
the naughty ones for being bad." Tristana stated out loud,
trying to get Soraka to take the bait.
Soraka stopped, dead in her tracks, and looked back at Tristana.
"Such a smart girl. I supposed I should teach them a lesson, but
you do realize that your diaper change will be delayed, as will
your sister's, right?"
Tristana figured that would be apart of the deal. Her plan
ultimately was to get Soraka to leave and then Lulu and herself
could break free with Poppy.
"Sure, you're the mommy." Tristana forced a smile.
"Alright then, back into the basket with you lot. Mommy has
business to attend to!"
Tristana cocked an eyebrow. 'Why is she loading us all back into
the basket?'
In a matter of minutes, Tristana found herself laying next to
Lulu and Poppy again. All of their diapers were packed full,
filled to the bursting point and smelling like shit. If she knew
that Soraka was going to being them along with her, she would
have keot her big mouth shut. Tristana sighed.
An hour later, Soraka broke into the facility with the yordles
strapped onto her chest, like the babies they were dressed as.
"I'm here to punish you all for destroying the Hero of Demacia's
mind!"
A quick burst of mechanical hands shot out at Soraka, attaching
themselves to her arms and legs, holding the powerful woman
firmly in their grip. While Soraka struggled, another set of
gloved hands started pulling Lulu, Poppy and Tristana away from
her. Once the tiny baby women were safely away from the mage,
the hands resumed their work, stripping her clothing off,
ripping it from her athletic body.
The doctor and his cohorts all stared at Spraka, grossed out by
her hairy ass and pussy. It was obvious, to the doctor, that she
didn't know how to groom herself.
"She's a nasty, dirty girl and deserves to be punished. Grab the
hoses and plug them into the bathroom valve!"
Soraka grew angry and yelled out to him.
"How dare you call me dirty!"
The henchmen ignored her, instead they listened to the doctor
who instructed them to connect the large, hoses into the sewer
system. A series of long hoses ran from the vats over t where
the valves stood in the wall. Once the toilets were flushed, the
resulting surge of pressure would send a stream of septic sludge
into the hoses until they sprayed their poopy payload into the
large industrial sized vats that were normally used to wash the
future baby women.
"On my command." The Doctor paused before issuing the order.
"FLUSH!"
Soraka's face went white as she watched all of the poop in the
building get pumped into the vat she hung over. The smell was
absolutely disgusting and continued to assault her nostrils as
the large tub filled with crap. She struggled, trying to get
free, but her attdmpts at breaking fre didn't last long as the
hands dunked her into the tub. All of her ass, armpit and pussy
hair was getting caked with the poop as the hands forced her
into the shit filled tub. Finally, the hands pushed her head
underneath the surface of the sledge and repeatedly dunked her
in and out of the mess, like a yo-yo.
Startled and struggling to hold her breath, Soraka did
everything she could to fight the machined hands, but they were
to strong. She could do nothing to prevent herself from getting
dunked under the poop. Thankfully, the hands grew tired of
trying to drown her in shit and, instead, grabbed her by the
arms and legs, forcing her to spread wide her legs wide. They
then took turns scooping up even more poop and rubbing it into
her bush and hair covered ass cheeks. Before she could even
scream, a series of hands started slapping her plump ass,
spanking her with their crap covered hands. In time, they slowly
made their way across her thighs and underneath her firm
stomach, spreading even more thick poop accross her body.
Finally, after a five minutes of the stinkiest body massage the
celestial warrior had ever experienced, she noticed tgat the
hands covered in shit left her. She soghed in relief, still
breathing through her mouth since the smell of her body was
absolutely disgusting. Her relief didn't last long as a new set
of hands returned with a large fire hose, pointed directly at
her!
"No!" She screamed. "No more shit!"
She struggled, trying to bring her hands to cover her face, but
the mechanical hands refused to let go of her arms. Suddenly,
the machine unleashed a powerful blast which hit her in the
face. Soraka clenched her eyes and mouth shut, hoping that the
powerful poop stream didn't get into her mouth or eyes, but a
few seconds into the hosing, she noticed that the liquid felt
different. It wasn't as chunky or thick.
The hose ceased spraying and Soraka looked down at her body,
realizing that everything the hands did to her had been washed
away from the dirty girl when the hose blasted her with water.
Sorka kept looking around and saw that a few hands were holding
different things, some held scissors or brushes while others had
hair spray.
"What you-" Soraka blinked. "Keep those things away from me!"
The celestial mage pulled and kicked against her robotic binds,
but the hands wouldn't let her go. A clip clip of the scissors
caused her body to tense up, frozen in place, as the scissors
snipped off her three feet of hair which used to hang down to
her ass. Without warning, one of the hands brought the massive
pony tail of hair directly in front of her face and teased her
with it.
"My hair!!!"
The hands didn't care about how loud she yelled and screamed,
they had a job to do as directed by the doctor. With the
precision of a machine, the hands trimmed her once long white
hair until Soraka sported a fringe cut accross her forehead and
matching ear bangs. A new gloved hand brought a mirror up to her
face and showed her their handy work. 'They made me look like
Tristana's twin!
"But I'm the mommy, not the baby!"
Again, the hands didn't care, they threw her onto the conveyor
belt and the metal clamps held her hands and feet to the rubber
surface of the belt.
Soraka squirmed angrily, but she simply lacked the strenght to
resist as she was taken to a new area where she could see the
gloved hands working on her babies in the distance. The trio of
Yordles, Tristana, Poppy and Lulu all wriggled about as the
hands untapped their full poop filled diapers and carried them
over to where Soraka laid naked on the conveyor belt.
"No, no, no, NO, NO, NO!"
Soraka felt a deep sinking feeling brewing in her stomach. In
the back of her mind, she knew that she should've changed her
babies, but she had to be a tough mom. Now, that tough facade
was going to literally come back to bite her in the ass. She
could only lay there and watch as each dirty was opened and
their contents poured out into a huge disposable diaper that sat
on the conveyor belt in front of her body. Which each diaper
being dumped into the extra large diaper, the pile of poop grew
taller. After Lulu's diaper had been poured into the open
diaper, the hands simultaneously lifted the large, Soraka sized
diaper up and brought it over to where Soraka was trapped on the
conveyor belt. In no time at all, the machined hands had lifted
Soraka's hairy ass off the belt and lowered her fur covered butt
cheeks into the poop packed pamper which was put underneath her
butt. Quickly, she was taped into the bulging, shit filled
diaper.
"EWWWW!"
While Soraka whined and cringed, she saw the hands start doing
something new. They brought the three yordles over and held them
above Soraka. The mage could only stare at the naked Yordles,
wondering what the hell was going on as the hands pulled out a
bunch of plastic tubes. The gloved hands forced a big baby
bottle into Soraka's mouth and held it in place. It was really
odd to see the baby bottle was connected to the tubes. The
trapped mother could only watch as the tubes were then shoved up
each tiny woman's vagina.
One by one, Poppy, Tristana and Lulu squirmed as the tubes
filled their tight pussies. Next, the hands took feathers out
and started tickling the tiny girl, forcing them to laugh until
they had to pee into the tubes. Soraka watched in horror as each
tube glowed yellow as the yordles pee flowed through the tubes
and into Soraka's baby bottle. Despite her best efforts, Soraka
was forced to suckle the Yordle's piss like a good baby from her
giant bottle.
"Mmmpphhh!"
The more the tiny women were tockled, the more they peed into
their tubes, forcing Soraka to drink. After almost an entire
liter of piss, she was freed from the belt and sat into a giant
high chair.
"What now?!"
She didn't have to wait long for an answer as another hand
showed up and opened a metal can in front of her. The can was
tipped over and a large, can shaped mass of brown stood on her
tray. It looked like dog food. The hands quickly used a spoon to
chop up the disgusting looking food until it was just a bunch of
mush on a plate. Soraka took a wiff of the food, smelling it
deeply. 'Hell, it smelled like dog food!'
"What the fuck is this?!"
Soraka tried to fight back against the hand with the spoon, buy
the hand dodged all of her swats and waves, maneuvering around
them like a jet fighter until it pushed the spoon filled with
dog food into the large, open mouth. Soraka was forced to taste
the horrid dog food as it assaulted her taste buds. She tried to
spit it out, but the gloved hand was expecting that and had
covered her mouth. With no other choice, Soraka swallowed the
terrible tasting food.
The feeding went on like this for about an hour. Soraka would
keep fighting against the hand, only to lose and get force fed
more dog food. As time went on, more food got caked onto the
mage's face, covering her chin and boobs. Three cans later, a
very messy Soraka sat there, locked into the high chair, bloated
and tired, her diaper awaiting all that dog food, but it had to
wait. The machine still had to get her paired up with Tristana
since Soraka and Tristana were now "twins" and were to be sold
to a new mommy as such.
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