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Her mother blinked at the little outburst. " My someones getting fussy. Must be getting to that phase. " she said with a sigh. She slipped the pacifier back into Bulma's mouth and smiled. " Well I was that way once to and my mommy put up with it so I guess I can deal with your little fits since your so cute and since i love you. " she cooed. After a moment of thinking about what the woman said about "that phase" Bulma relized that she ment the moody teenage phase that she would normally be in. As she was carried along Bulma saw that her house was very nice with expensive tables and such but she also saw LOTS of proof that she was a baby in this house since every room was baby proofed. " I was thinking that a nice fruity blend would be good today. How does grape sound? " she asked. Grape formula sounded odd but since she was a teenage perhaps it was more a breakfast thing then something she actually needed. Once they where in the kitchen her assumed mother set Bulma in a cute highchair with a plastic blue tray that once she was sitted right was snappned in place over her hands making it impossable to move her arms but it was still comfortable at the same time. The safter bar between her legs pushed on her diaper a bit which gave Bulma two different feelings. One was that of just how thick her diaper was and the other was something a baby shouldn't have though since she was a teenage it was something she found hard to ignore.
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