Mario Princesses Versus The Diaper Machine (Patreon)

A hatch opened from the sky and down fell the three Princesses. Each had been kidnapped and randomly brought to this place. Now, it was time for them to be processed by the machine for an unknown enemy. All three were flat on the belt and before any of the princesses could do anything, there was a loud CRASH! Gears clanked as they started up and the cogs spun loudly. The wheels controlling the speed of the conveyor belt whirled and the pistons pumped loudly throughout the room. The belt shuddered as it came to life, moving forward, pulling the young women into a bright pink nursery of sorts. Massive white cribs and high chairs could be seen. However, their surroundings were the least of their problems as the machine loomed in front of the ladies, standing tall and shining brightly with a metallic shine. The princesses had no time to truly appreciate the machinery as they gazed with curious and dread filled eyes at the large metal box ahead of them. The structure was rumbling, and waiting for them to enter. Princess Daisy shook her dazed head and looked over at Princess Peach. They had no clue where they both were or what was about to happen to all of them. "What in the world!?" Daisy exclaimed as Princess Rosalina was raised up into the sky by a pair of metallic arms with white cartoony gloves for hands. The celestial princess fought valiantly against the strange gloved hands, but she was soon ripped from her trademark turquoise dress, nude save for her silk white bra and panties. With little effort the machine removed those, pulling them right off the blond and throwing them aside. Next Princess Daisy was lifted up while she kicked and flailed her arms like a petulant child having a tantrum, but it was no use. She was soon stripped just like Rosalina. The remains of her orange and yellow dress raining down towards the floor like confetti. A lone glove came after her bra and pulled it right off , her breasts swinging free and every inch of her body on full display. Peach had seen what was coming and still fought with everything she could muster. She punched and kicked a few arms, but this only caused more arms to descend upon her and she watched the gloves shred her classic pink dress into a million pieces. They also tore her matching pink bra and panties from her tight body. The naked women were then returned to the conveyor belt and floundered about, trying to escape from the hands and this undignified treatment. Each woman felt absolutely embarrassed to be seen naked by their counterparts and wanted nothing more than to leave the horrible machine. However, they all were held firmly in place and spanked by the gloved hands until they submitted. The princesses then disappeared into the large metallic structure. Once inside, they could see that they were surrounded by shiny metal walls. There were exposed gears ,wires and cogs above them, but still enough room to sit up and even stand. However, the ladies knew that there would be no standing as they were all restrained by yet more metal hands coming from the walls and ceiling. The conveyor belt continued at a leisurely, but efficient pace. Rosalina entered the first section of the metal building where a sign on the wall read 'HEALTH CHECK'. The belt ended and a metal plate bridged it and a second belt. Rosalina was slid onto this plate, which then proceeded to sink slightly. From above a hand descended with a rattle toy that looked like a cartoon version of the villianous Gompa. It shook itself in front of Rosalina's face, and the girl tried to hiss and shoo it away as an indicator on the wall flashed a number displaying her weight with a dinging sound. "Hey! I'm not that heavy you ridiculous contraption! " She yelled. Not that it did her any good as she was quickly moved off of the weighing pad and sped along to the next station. Rosalina soon felt the conveyor belt stop abruptly which caused her to tumble onto her stomach in a poof. The blond princess with the fashionable bangs watched as more gloved mechanical arms, one of which held what looked like a thermometer, surrounded her. The machine gave it a good shake right in front of her face. Rosalina suddenly had a very sinking feeling in her stomach. "Oh no.... no you dont!" She cried, trying to break free, but even a fit girl like herself was powerless against the technology she was dealing with with. She felt the gloves grab her legs and lift them up. Then they were pulled apart, exposing her most private places. Rosalina gulped, turning her head back to look. She saw the thermometer maneuvering into position right between her cheeks, and then- "Ahhh!" She cried at the unwelcome intrusion. It was ice cold! Rosalina could only grunt as the lubricated thermometer was gently worked into her. After several seconds, it was removed with a gentle pop leaving the blond princess blushing beet red from head to toe. There was a ding and one mechanical hand flashed an "OK" sign. The belt then sped up again, taking the humiliated girl to the next stop. Meanwhile, Daisy and Peach were having their weight checked and both ended up getting penetrated by the oversized thermometers. Each girl blushed profusely as they were checked like mere infants. They couldn't do anything else, but blush as they joined Rosalina. Each woman knew that they were at the mercy of this bizarre machine. The princesses held onto the edge of the conveyor belt, assess up due to the earlier health check and noticed that the hands were holding various items: Powder puffs, cans of baby powder and most infantile of all, disposable diapers! They all shared nervous and shy glances at each other. Each woman had a pretty good idea what that meant, and they didn't want anything to do with it! With all her might, Daisy tried to lunge off the belt, but all that did was get her caught by the hands and laid flat on her back onto to the conveyor belt. "Ooof! Damn it! Let me go! Let me go!" Just the position the machine wanted her in for the next station. The conveyor belt continued to chug along happily, pulling the struggling ladies in to the next stop. The bulb atop the nearest blue box blinked red as a hand came out and pulled a fresh baby wipe from a nearby container. The struggling young woman's legs were seized and her bottom pulled up while the machine went to work wiping her down. "Ooh! Ah! Cold! Cold!" She whined. The other Princesses, Peach imperticular, tried to kick her way out, but the mechanical limbs held her firm. She tried to stamp her fists on the belt, but her wrists were still restrained by yet more hands. She was then flipped, along with Rosalina, until all of the girls were in my same positive as Daisy. The women felt violated as wipe after wipe continued to move up and down their cracks before the machine was satisfied that they were clean and ready for powdering. Another set of hands appeared, holding a bottle of talcum powder for each girl. The first pair of hands started to sprinkle the powder all over Rosalina's bottom. Meanwhile, Daisy's dusting was finished and she was turned over onto her back so the pondering could be sprinkle more powder onto her crotch and tummy. As this happened, another arm with a powder puff on the end patted each girl down, ensuring the sweet smelling powder covered everything inch of their shapely asses and tummies. The machine was really pouring it all over. After the powdering, the princesses were held firmly in place as each gloved hand held up a very large, disposable white diaper. The mechanical hands held one of the diapers under Peach as her legs were lifted into the air. Naturally, this did not happen without some protest. "Hey! Stop! You don't have to diaper me! I'm an adult! I don't need this!" She complained as in effectually as ever. The clean white plastic garment was placed under her. Her bottom was lowered and with expert skill, the hands wrapped and taped it around her. Another hand came down and patted her crotch, testing the fit. Daisy and Rosalina wriggled and whined under the firm grip of the hands as they too were thickly diapered in record time. At the end of the conveyor belt, each diapered princess found herself dumped into a baby carriage. Rosalina was laying in the turquoise colored buggy, Daisy had a orange colored pram and Peach had a pink one. The poor exhausted women could only blush at one and another, embarrassed and utterly humiliated by their ordeal.