Return of the Joybot Pt.4 (Pixiv Fanbox)

The Cerulean City Gym Leader couldn't believe what she had been thinking about during her washing. Was she really that weak? Would she so happily and readily give up her freedom just to cum? It disgusted her how much she was enjoying these machines. 'As soon as these hands let me go I have to get out of here!' Misty told herself before she was lowered back towards the belt. A solid blast of water sprayed the two girls, making them squirm as the cold water washed all over them, rinsing all of the suds from their bodies. "Ahhhh!" The blond cried out in shock. Ashley had been humping the air when that icy surge of water sprayed her without warning. "Hey! What gives?!" Ashley snapped. She was quite upset that her very erotic cleaning session was cut short and now she was getting a cold shower. Dangling in the air, held up by the gloved hands, the two trainers were at the mercy of the machine getting sprayed with cold water. The girls shrieked and cried out in shock as they were completely hosed off before the water ceased flowing. "Ugh." Ashley groaned when out of nowhere a bunch of hands came at her holding hair dryers. "Are those hair d-" Before Misty could finish her question, the gloved hands turned on the hair dryers and started blowing powerful gusts of hot air across her wet body. Tiny beads of water were sent flying from Ash and Misty's skin as the hands moved all around them with the blow dryers. After a minute of intense drying, the girls were lowered down towards the belt. Ashley was dried and dumped onto the moving conveyor belt in a daze. She quickly got up on her knees to see what was going on around her and saw that Misty was right above her and was in the process of being lowered down onto the belt. Misty tried to kick her legs in an effort to break free, but before she could even pull her legs back to launch a kick, her ankles were grabbed by one of the gloved hands and held. She was lowered onto the hard rubber, forced to lay on the conveyor belt and await her new diaper. She tried to roll off the belt, but the hands were much too quick for her. They reached out and caught her before she could even fall off the belt. Seeing that all the hands were busy trying to keep Misty from escaping, Ashley leaned forward with her hand and wasted no time reaching between her thighs. The naughty blond started slipping her fingers in and out of her glistening slit, working them into a rhythm. She may have been denied release by the brush, but the trainer from Pallet town was determined to finish the job that the machine had started. "Stupid machine!" The fiery redhead pouted, staring at the ceiling with her arms folded across her small breasts. She was so close to getting off of the belt, but the mechanical hands were simply too fast for her to outmaneuver. Feeling upset, and more than a bit embarrassed, she stared past her chest to see how Ash was doing. "Ash!? What the hell are you doing?!" Within seconds of yelling at Ash, Misty felt her ankles being grabbed and lifted up from the industrial lining of the conveyor belt. She screamed out of shock as her arms shot out to her sides in effort to keep her body balanced. Ashley looked away from Misty, blushing due to being caught and, as she looked over her shoulder, she spotted a steel tentacle coming down with one of its gloved hands going for her bottom. The blond noticed that the machine was holding a canister, but before Ashley could guess what was in it the familiar scent of baby powder wafted around her nose. The moment the blond realized what the smell was she felt her bottom and hairless pussy get dusted with a huge cloud of powder. As Ashley was getting her plump ass powdered Misty was getting restrained by the machine. Her wrists were grabbed and pulled above her head, forcing her arms to be pinned to the rubber belt. She was literally only able to kick and felt incredibly vulnerable as the gang of mechanical tentacles continued to force her to submit. Nothing she did stopped the conveyor belt from taking them both deeper into the facility; She was truly at the mercy of the machine. "Leave me alone!" Ashley whined as the machine grabbed her by her wrists and literally flipped her over onto her back. A few more hands honed in on the upset blond and stretched her out on the belt while making sure her feet were facing the next station and her head was laying on the belt. From her new position Ashley could see that the next station was the diapering station! Numerous mechanical arms were waving around from the ceiling and each one held a cute disposable diaper in their hands that looked like they were large enough to fit her. "I don't want to wear a diaper!" Ashley whined. Misty simply sighed. She should've known better than to come back to this crazy place. Sure, she couldn't figure out how to get out of her old diaper, but if she had just swallowed her pride she could've found someone willing to help her out. Now she had gotten her best friend involved and, just like always, he was no help. Yeah, she may have gotten out of her diaper, but at what cost? Now she was going right back into a fresh one! Washed, powdered and restrained, the machine had these two girls right where it wanted them. The machine had Ashley and Misty's legs up, exposing their cute puckered pussies and round asses for diapering. Ashley looked behind her and saw Misty's perfect pussy. The blond had always wondered what it looked like, but Ashley never thought that she would find out like this! Suddenly, she felt her bottom get lowered down onto a soft cushion. It felt nice, but a loud crinkle told the newly created woman that her fat ass was laying on a diaper! The very idea that the machine was actually going to force her to wear a diaper like Misty made the blond's face burn red with embarrassment. "Please don't diaper me!" Ashley pleaded. No response was given except for a pair of hands going for her waist. Ashley could do nothing but lay there awkwardly as the big bulky fingers of the hands fiddled with her diaper. They pulled the wings tight, wrapping her womanly hips in a layer of plastic as another pair of gloved hands tugged on the disposable diaper's tapes and fastened each side of her diaper together, sealing the trainer from Pallet town into a tremendously thick, plastic covered diaper. As if adding insult to injury, the hands finished her diapering by patting the front of her diaper. She could barely feel her new pussy through all that thick padding. It was like the machine was letting Ashley know that she wouldn't be playing with herself anymore. "I swear to Arceus that I'm going to burn this place down when I finally get out of here again!!" Misty declared defiantly. With a frown, Ashley peered back behind her and saw Misty's pampered posterior staring back at her. The blond had expected nothing less, but when she heard all of the loud screams coming from the furious redhead, she had to check on her friend and check to see that she was okay.