Title:
Bulma’s Experiment
Commissioned
by: MVY
Fandom:
Dragon Ballz
Characters:
Bulma, Kale, Caulifla
Tags:
F/ff, Object Transformation, Masturbation, Clothes Ripping, Trashcan Fetish
Alternate
Title(s): Subject K.
Started:
11/05/2023
Finished:11
/05/2023
Patreon:
12/05/2023
Public:
12/06/2023
Bulma’s
fingertips drummed against the stainless-steel counter, her pale blue polished
nails reflecting the artificial light of her lab. Excitement bubbled in her
chest like a rich chemical reaction. She couldn’t wait to perform her
experiment. When Caulifla and Kale agreed, she hadn’t even stopped to change
her outfit for something more befitting a scientist, remaining in her more
casual attire consisting of, a purple jacket with lime green sleeves, the zip
down just enough to show off a hint of her cleavage as well as the black vest
beneath it, with white short shorts and light blue flats with light green
openings. And of course, the golden ring dangling from the gold chain around her
neck. At least her haircut still looked professional.
Kale
and Caulifla were already there, they were standing in the middle of the lab
conversing with each other on this and that while Bulma readied her equipment for the
experiment. She hadn’t gone into details with them, other than it would revolve
around adding foreign, non-organic items to a fusion – well none organic items
not already worn, to add something at the epitome of their fusion.
If
the experiment was a success, Bulma would try adding more complex and dangerous
items like weapons. The thought made her toes curl, doing this could advance
her technology so much! Maybe the fused items would be enhanced by the power of
the host beings.
‘If
that’s the case, the potential of fusion would be limitless! Maybe, I can even
loop the item, just imagine a weapon fused with Goku, then with Vegeta, then
Goku again…’ Her
toes made fists and Bulma nearly found herself falling flat on her face as her
balance shifted.
Bulma
braced herself against the counter, the metal had warmed from the bright
sunlight filtering in through the windows, the slightest hint of sweat starting
to glisten on her body as the steadily growing warmth encouraged her to
perspire. But that wasn’t important now, it was time to begin her experiment.
Bulma’s
steps echoed in the metallic laboratory as she made her way over to the waiting
pair. With each step, she became more aware of the clump of fabric in her
jacket pocket. Just the thought of what she was about to do was making her womanhood
tingle with carnal delight. Bulma had always found the pursuit of knowledge
exciting but this was a whole new level.
“Right,
are you both ready?” Bulma asked, her voice briefly hosting a small quiver but
she quickly mastered it.
The
two warriors turned to face her, their conversation breaking off immediately.
Caulifla’s lips immediately warped into a daring smirk, despite her diminutive
height and slender frame, Caulifla was definitely the more daring of the two.
Her dark eyes met Bulma’s light blue ones, her constant challenge always
present, she was wearing her usual attire, a lowcut magenta top and low-set
bellbottoms, her dark grey bracelets shining on either wrist.
“You
know it,” Caulifla said confidently, maintaining eye contact until Bulma was
forced to break it to check with Kale.
Unlike
her ‘big sis’ Kale
wasn’t nearly outspoken. She was taller than Caulifla, though that wasn’t much
to say with the other girl’s diminutive stature. She had a slender frame with a
tanned complexion, her eyes were downcast, grey irises reluctant to meet
Bulma’s gaze as Caulifla had done. She had shaggy shoulder-length black hair
tied back into a high ponytail, secured by a white hair tie, with a bang
hanging over the left side of her face, when she moved to face Bulma, it had
briefly swayed to conceal her left eye before it swayed back into place. It was
like even her hair was shy. She wore a red cropped shirt, exposing her midriff
– so she clearly wasn’t that shy – with a matching skirt – she was even wearing
red lipstick – and a brown belt bound around her waist with golden red-tipped
boots. There was a golden arm bracelet on either arm, they glinted in the light
like her golden hoop earrings did when they caught the sun’s loving glare.
Kale
glanced back at Caulifla for support but she was still attempting to
re-establish eye contact with the scientist. The tomboy would never back down.
Even in something so trivial. Kale turned back to Bulma, whose eyes hadn’t
moved from her since they had landed on her.
“I
guess,” Kale said quietly.
Bulma
smiled pleasantly.
“Ok,
ready when you are,” Bulma said.
Both
warriors pulled out a pair of bright green spherical earrings. Caulifla waited
for Kale to remove her gold hoop earrings, and they put them in together. Immediately
the Potara stones began to glow and the fusion began.
Bulma
focused her gaze, her critical scientific eye coming into play. She needed to
time this right, if she waited too long Kefla would just catch the underwear
and if she threw them too soon, the chance of fusion might decrease
dramatically.
‘Nearly…nearly…now!’ her hand snapped out of
her jacket pocket with the speed of a hungry viper and she threw the wadded
ball of fabric into the epicentre of the fusion and she pulled out a small
notebook book and pen from her other pocket, the little booklet fit snugly in
the palm of her hand.
The
light from the fusion began to fade.
Bulma
clicked the back of her pen, scribbling down the date and time at the top of
the page before focusing her eyes back on the finalising fusion.
Once
it was done, where the imposing form of Kefla should be stood, muscular arms on
her hips, awaiting whatever combat she was expecting, instead was a pair of
magenta-coloured panties.
Subject
K. appears to have fully merged with the object thrown into the fusion.
Bulma
scribbled her observation down before beginning to approach the fallen
underwear. She dropped down into a seated crouch and began to make notes before
she disturbed the clothing.
Subject
K. appears to have modified the composition of the object introduced into the
fusion.
The
fabric has turned from white to magenta,
Perhaps
the colour change is due to Subject K.'s natural attire?
The
underwear has become more lacy, gaining a transparent trimming around its
borders and appears to be see-through.
Over
the crotch of the underwear, a small caricature of Subject K. has appeared. The
details are faint, hard to tell where ‘skin’ stops and ‘hair’ starts, two small
flecks of green on either side, perhaps the Petoro stones?
“Kefla?
Can you hear me?” Bulma asked, eyes flicking up over the rapidly filling
notepad.
The
underwear as suspected did nothing. It didn’t move. It didn’t speak. It didn’t
curl the tiny ticket inside it.
“Subject
K. shows no sign of sentience, looks no different from a regular pair of
underwear,” Bulma
said softly, vocalising her thoughts as she scribbled her notes.
‘A
pair of what! What did you fucking do to me!’ Kefla screamed inside
her head.
Bulma’s
face ballooned in Kefla’s vision; it was like she was staring at her with a
fisheye lens that was waaaay too close.
“On
the side of caution, I’ll act as though you can still understand me Kefla, in
truth I wasn’t expecting this kind of mergence you know,
‘I
can understand you! Now turn me back!’ Kefla yelled, unable to undo the fusion herself for
obvious reasons.
Bulma’s
tree-sized fingers reached towards her. Kefla wanted to recoil, to jump back,
to strike the giant fingers but her body wouldn’t respond. No…she didn’t have a
body to respond with, all she could do was lie there as Bulma reached for her.
‘When
I get back to normal, I’m gonna make you regret even considering this stupid
experiment!’
Bulma
pinched the end of the waistband and rubbed the fabric between her thumb and
middle finger.
‘Hey!’
Bulma
tossed the detailed page of notes over to reveal the next blank one, she placed
the pad on the floor and began to write with her free hand, speaking aloud the
words as she penned them.
“Subject
K. seems to have negatively impacted the composition of the underwear, while
they appear to be a more luxurious product, the structure reveals them to be
very flimsy and possibly quick to tear,”
“I never thought you’d be so
cheap,” Bulma laughed, finally letting go of Kefla’s waistband, “though I never
expected you to be so slutty either, you look like something from a very
naughty store,” her laughter rose.
‘Just
you wait until the timer runs out Bulma, I am so going to get even with you,’ Kefla taunted, she
wanted to ball her fists and yell, and fight but still she could do nothing but
endure Bulma’s mockery.
“Huh,
I wonder if adding the underwear will affect the timer? It is technically a
three-way fusion, but also, you’re not expending any energy and the panty didn’t
have any energy to add to the fusion,” Bulma mused allow, her laughter fading
as her scientific mind took control again.
‘Wait?
What? How long will I be stuck like this you bitch! You are so going to get it
when I change back!’
Bulma
clicked her pen thoughtfully.
“I
suppose the next stage of this would be to try your new form for its intended
purpose, it wouldn’t do well to introduce weapons into future fusions only to
have them rip themselves apart when someone tries to use them,” Bulma mused
aloud.
‘Wait…you
better not mean-‘ Kefla’s tirade was immediately cut off as Bulma’s
distorted face came into view, her limited warping vision causing the
scientist’s giant face to fill the entire field of her vision and for a second
Kefla felt a tremor of fear. It finally hit the fused warrior just how big
Bulma was in comparison to her.
The
brief revere dissolved as quickly as it arrived when she felt Bulma’s giant
fingers pinch her waistband, an intense pressure radiated through the threads
of her body, it was like having her body in a fleshy, meaty vice.
Then
Bulma began to lift her.
Again,
Kefla wanted to cry out in frustration as she felt her body stretch. It was
like she was being lifted into the air by one hand or her foot, the unnatural
stiffness of a limb stretched to its limit but at the same time, she knew she
could stretch further.
Her
vision swam and blurred, the world whipping past her at insane speeds for her
size while the natural zoom of her vision focused and blurred on random
details. The fabric patterned holes. The stitching lines. The white of Bulma’s
shorts, shifting to the purple jacket, the hint of pale lime green, the black
of the vest, the ring, the light burning purple splodges in her vision. If
Kefla still had a stomach she was certain she’d be sick.
Bulma’s
pale, almost milky skin came into view, Kefla’s vision defining the pores of
Bulma’s neck. The world was spinning around her. The giantess’s footsteps
boomed around her, rebounding off the metal walls. It was like being bombarded
by a sonic attack. Each step made her body bounce. The motion sickness was
intense. She couldn’t even think straight.
Bulma
placed the magenta underwear on one of the shiny countertops, placing her
notepad down next to them, her pen rolling off the surface only to stop against
the underwear before it could dive off the edge.
“And
if I’m going to do this properly, I’d better make sure you’re the only thing
I’m wearing,” as Bulma said the words, she felt a powerful jolt shoot up her
inner thighs, the naughty thoughts causing her nipples to stiffen. “After all I
wouldn’t to insult you by having any possible distractions, especially after
you were so kind to volunteer for the experiment.”
‘Uuugh…fuck
you Bulma…’ Even
her thoughts were weak now, the motion sickness slowly weakening but still
omnipresent in her being.
The counter was warm. It felt nice. The giant pen was weird. But the heat was
nice. The sound of shifting fabric and the choir of a sliding zipper…they were
so distant. It was taking all her effort just to form coherent thoughts, to
settle the whirring queasiness within, to stop the endless room for spinning.
It didn’t help that all she could do was stare up at the faraway white ceiling,
her weird distorted vision blurring edges while focusing more on plain white.
‘I…hate…you…Bulma…’ how? How? How was she so
weak? She was supposed to be strong, to be superior. She should be able to take
Bulma over her knee and knock her down. Bulma is inferior to her. Yet all it
took was for Bulma to lift her and…it was so hard to think.
The
pressure returned, except on both sides. That giant vice. Pushing down,
crushing her. Again, Kefla was lifted into the air, the world spinning and
blurring. She felt sick. She felt weak. Bulma appeared in her vision, her face
inflated to comedic, almost parodic, proportions. Bulma’s forehead was huge,
like a mountain size in the centre of her vision.
The
world stretched up around her, and Kefla could feel the air resistance whipping
against the back of her new form. She felt so cold. Then she was on the floor
and Bulma’s face pulled away, shrinking back into the horizon and her monolith
legs appeared on either side of her.
Was
she? She was.
‘Naked…why…’
Bulma
stepped into the leg holes, the tips of her toes and the backs of her feet
touching opposing ends of the leg holes. Her body heat slowly warmed Kefla,
sinking into her. She was soaking it up like a thin sponge.
Bulma
bent down again, her face zooming back into a near-grotesque focus.
The
pressure returned and Kefla slowly began to climb up the giant scientist’s
smooth legs. As she climbed higher, Bulma’s face vanished from view, like water
trickling down the drain, the edge of Kefla’s vision filled with pale blue then
milky skin. She passed over the firm, the almost mountainous texture of the
kneecaps.
It
hurt but no bruise would form. Fabric didn’t bruise like flesh.
‘N-N-No…I
will…go back…’ It
was so hard to think, her mind was being destroyed by the intense stimuli. It
was like she wanted to pass out but it wouldn’t happen.
“So flimsy,” the words
were bigger than her, they made Kefla quiver but her body wouldn’t move.
Higher
and higher she was dragged.
Something
blue came into her focus.
Was
it Bulma’s hair?
As
she slid closer pain began to flare, and Kefla could feel the seams starting to
stretch and pull. The pain forced her mind to focus. She had been both wrong
and right.
Kefla
was rapidly approaching a well-groomed patch of light blue hair.
Pubic
hair.
Bulma’s
lips glinted in the filtered sunlight, exposing the slick substance coating
them.
She
was wet.
Kefla’s
vision blurred as Bulma rolled the hem of the panties, smoothing it out and
returning the warrior’s vision
to the outside rather than staring into her giant pussy.
Bulma
picked up her pen and began to scribble her observations, speaking them allowed
for her underwear’s benefit.
Despite
the underwear used during Subject K.’s fusion being sized correctly; Subject K.
has a very snug fit.
Bulma
let her hips sway to one side as she wrote, leaning further over the counter
and letting her overly wide hips further stretch the flimsy, weak material of
her panties.
RIIIIIP
Bulma
felt her heart skip a single beat.
“Oops,
that was unexpected, you really are weak aren’t you Kefla?” Bulma said, the
corners of her lips twisting upward in an amused smirk as she glanced down at
her panties, looking directly at the small caricature of Kefla’s face.
Kefla’s
mind screamed in agony, it felt like the seams of her flesh were being pulled
apart from the inside. She’d never felt anything close to this in all the
fights she had endured.
Subject
K. is beyond poorly made
Experiment;
Failure
Bulma
flicked the notebook closed, if underwear became so fragile despite a powerful
fusion, odds are any weapon would either be pitiful or rip itself apart.
“Sorry,
Kefla but you’re just too weak-“
‘Weak…’ the word echoed throughout
her mind, weaving between the throbs of agony weaving through her threads.
“Even
my hips are too powerful for you,” Bulma laughed, the words making her
womanhood throb with desire, “and if they can defeat you I wonder what my ass
would do,” still laughing, Bulma threw herself forward and bent over until she
was able to touch her toes.
Riiiiiiip
A
long rip tore down the centre of Bulma’s ass cheeks.
“Mmm,
you know that actually felt good, ripping you with just my ass, you’re so
weak,” Bulma moaned, her nipples aching as they struggled to harden any
further.
‘Defeated…by
her…ass…’ the
mortifying thought echoed throughout her being. Was she really so weak?
“You
know, I don’t think it would be a good idea to let your fusion end like this,
I’d hate to even think about what these rips have done to your body…” Bulma
said thoughtfully, her hand sliding between her thighs until her index finger
stroked the length of her slit through the quickly dampening panties, she could
feel every wrinkle, even the tiny pricks of each hair of her bush.
Kefla’s
felt her pain increasing. Her eyes stung
from the giantess’s caress and she felt like giant thorns were trying to push
through her. The sweet smell of Bulma’s arousal, mixing with the bitterness of
her sweat started to overpower her mind. It was too much. The smells, the pain,
it was like Bulma was tearing her mind apart, and she wasn’t even trying!
“Mmm,
it seems you have a…titillating effect when worn too…I think I’ll leave that
out of my research paper though,” Bulma said nonchalantly, then she started to
press, forcing her finger into her crotch, pushing Kefla’s little face inside
her.
Bulma’s
hips spasmed and her pelvis thrust forward.
Riiiiiiip
An
orgasmic moan escaped Bulma’s lips as she felt her finger push into her pussy,
ripping a hole in Kefla’s little face, her walls immediately clamped down and
her pussy flexed, sucking her finger and the torn flimsy fabric deep inside,
condemning the little warrior to
the intimate darkness of her pussy.
“Oh,
fuck me,” Bulma gasped, introducing a second, then a third finger, she was so
fucking wet, they started moving faster and faster. Her other hand shooting up,
she roughly groped her breast and began to thrust against her hand.
With
each motion she moved faster and faster, her hand burying itself inside her
harder and harder.
“Fuck,
so good, so weak,” Bulma moaned, she could feel the wispy fabric of the risqué
panties ripping more, the split in the seams stretching, they wouldn’t last
long. It felt so good to not only dominate and defeat but full-on destroy such
a strong warrior with just her ass, pussy and fingers.
“I
bet you’re drowning in my pussy juices!”
The
image of Kefla’s tiny face flailing in her thick cum as her pussy squeezed the
life out of her sent Bulma over the edge and she came. A lot. Her hips bucked
so hard they made her legs shake, cum spurting from her cunt, staining the
gleaming metal surface of the counter and nearly causing her to collapse onto
the floor.
She’d
never cum so hard in her life.
Her
breasts bounced with each deep breath. Sweat glistening on her body.
She
looked down and laughed.
The
seams had fully split and the panties were now dangling from her pussy, held in
place by her cum and the thin blue hairs pricking through the pathetically
cheap fabric. Small purple spots slowly spread out from them and connected as
they soaked up more and more cum, staining them. She almost wished she could
turn Kefla back and see what cum stains would look like. Almost.
Then
she saw her face and her laughter started again.
On
the now wet, sticky counter was Kefla’s crumbled-up face, face down in a puddle
of cum. The fabric was so thin she could see her face through the back – or
that could be just because she was thoroughly soaked.
“Mmm,
I hoped you enjoyed your last meal Kefla, but it’s time for you to go where
cheap shit like you belongs,” Bulma unstuck the rags from her crotch and
scrunched them around Kefla’s facial piece – spending a moment to mop her
juices off the counter with the panties, making her giggle again.
Bulma
moved to a silver pedal bin.
“Bye
bye Kefla, and thanks again for participating in my little experiment,” she
stepped on the bin, the lid snapping open with the sound of a miniature gong.
Bulma
held the sticky wad over the bin. She hesitated for a moment, biting her bottom
lip.
“May
as well,” Bulma whispered to herself, she pinched either side of the screwed-up
cumrag and with a single weak tug,
Riiiiiip
Bulma
smirked, another shiver travelling through her body.
‘Damn
that felt good,’ Bulma dropped the shredded cumrag into the bin, she
wiggled her fingers at her in a mocking wave and stepped off the pedal.
She
walked away.
Kefla
could do nothing, her mind again bombarded by the agonizing sensations of
having her body shredded, force-fed sweat and cum, and thrown through the air.
And now, she was in complete darkness, wadded up inside her own body with
nothing but the smell and taste of Bulma’s sweat and cum, mixing with the foul,
putrid taste of the unwashed trashcan.
She
wanted to curse her.
To
scream.
To
yell.
To
beat everything into a pulp.
But
she could do nothing.
Kefla
was gone. Kefla was weak. She had been reduced to a cumrag, used and torn.
She
was nothing.
‘I…am…nothing…’
She
didn’t fight it. She let her mind weaken. Cum rags didn’t need to think.
Neither did trash.
The
distant sound of Bulma pottering about echoed around her, lulling away the
remains of Kefla’s thoughts with their calming lullaby.