A/N: And here we go for another (great) story's beginning! This is the first chapter of what will likely be a big focus for my writing in the coming updates. This fanfic is set in the period immediately following the events of the Buu saga, but not quite Super. The only big differences between this story and canon is that Gohan and Videl have not admitted feelings for each other yet though all other events have happened. I am really excited to be writing Bulma majorly again so get ready because everything you love about the loud mouthed bluenette is about to get old school!
Capsule Corp. Meeting, Post Buu:
'Ugh...Could this meeting get any more boring?...' The famed blue haired woman asked herself as she sat in on what had to of been her third executive board member conference this week. Leaning back in her chair at the head of the long dozen seat table, to say that Bulma Brief was completely dulled out would be a massive understatement. '...Is there any way for him to say the same thing a third time?...' That most important woman in the room asked herself, light blue bangs pressing against her forehead the more she rested her head in her hands, this had been going on for only half an hour and at this point Bulma was already at her wits end.
Despite being the CEO, Chairwoman, CFO, and Head of Engineering at her father's company even she could be made to fall asleep listening to one of the scientists before her carry on and on about little things she didn't think matter or indeed care to find out about. '...Biochemically Organized Optimal Biology theory has already been disproved for Dende's sake...' The buxom bluenette thought to herself as she sat there, thin fingers gently running up through her short bangs of blue hair that swept across her forehead that just barely stayed out of her eyes, '...Hell, I was the one to conduct the experiment this morning!...' And yet still he continued to talk, on and on like a broken record...it was a wonder she hadn't called her husband to blow something up and give her an easy out like she did last week.
Leaning back a little more in her chair as she thought about it, as much as she was getting annoyed listening to someone rehash things she'd mastered in her sleep, the theory itself was an interesting one, even if it'd had the soundness of putting Goku on a diet in the middle of a buffet… '...Stimulating rejuvenation of the body through fusing biological chemicals into skin cells...' Hey, she said it was interesting, not simple.
Cerulean eyes following the doctor across the room, and she used the term, 'doctor' lightly, the guy probably spent more time staring at her rack every time she showed a bit of cleavage at work than actual science, not that he was the only one; sometimes it was hard being beautiful. Never letting him out of her sight, Bulma gave a small sigh as she instinctively pulled the front of her button down shirt a little higher, speaking of guys ogling her, there came his eyes again...she'd forgotten today was a cleavage day.
"And that is why we must ensure that B.O.O.B. is studied to its fullest extent..." Dr. Alan went on, not that his name mattered, she didn't know the names of any of the other men in the room, well besides a couple. There was the pervert doctor in question, a scientist whom Bulma had the distinct knowledge was the one to apply the acronym to the theory they were discussing as the topic of this board meeting, figures, he just wanted to talk about boobs more often...whatever as long as they weren't hers she was fine with that. "...Because if we succeed, imagine the lives we can prolong through science..." And still he was going on… The other male member she cared to learn the name of was a rather elderly man who her father introduced her to when she was little, he was one hell of a genius, so she knew him, the others...well someone had to do what she had no time for…
Lastly of course though there was the Company Spokeswoman, Bulma really only knew the girl's first name, but that was quite enough, it was Amy, and as nice as it was having a fresh, bright, bubbly girl like her rushing around the office, sometimes she could get on her nerves… '...Now if only this theory could be used to make people more mature...' the bluenette thought to herself with a smile as she looked at the younger blonde haired girl from across the table, really she was a bit much sometimes what with all the teasing jokes she was known for, but even then...she was nice.
Fingers moving over her shirt again, Bulma paused feeling the top button on her blouse...had popped open again, the lack of closure exposing a few inches of deep womanly cleavage. Shooting a quick glance at Dr. Alan she wasted no time re-buttoning it, before checking again...thankfully he hadn't noticed, '...That's all I need today, giving him more of a reason to stare...' The woman thought to herself as she listened to him go on, her mind a little more aware of the particular hazards her outfit gifted a girl of such generous proportions as her. Bulma drew enough attention as it was strutting down the hallways of Capsule Corp. with her natural set of thirty four double Ds jiggling around, she didn't need to show them off too!
"...If we can only prove that this truly works then the amount of positive influence that any one person can have on the world would be limitless!..." Looking around the rather stale room while professor perv kept on trying to keep the dream alive, Bulma could barely believe it, the conference room was such a boring place, even with the flowers, and pictures, and new curtains she'd added the place didn't exactly entice creativity out of people. "...Imagine going back in time...but better..." The man said this time splaying his arms out from either side of his body, almost as if he were reaching out to grab something, and just like that he closed his hands, at the same time Bulma felt a familiar sensation across her chest. Oh it was going to be one of those days was it?
Sometimes life just seemed to have a mean plan set out for her, as Bulma often found out. The head executive feeling around her shirt collar again there it was, that stupid button had slipped out once more… '...Yeah, come undone again...because really who doesn't love seeing their boss' tits slipping out?...' Eyebrows furrowing in annoyance at having to once again cover herself up again lest wandering eyes decide to take a more lustful approach to this dreary meeting, just as she was about to put the button back into its slot...her fingers slipped. '...What the hell?...' Opening her eyes as she looked down at her shirt, was she imagining things? When she put this shirt on that very morning it had gone on fine, everything buttoned up well, and as usual her body fit her clothes perfectly, all thanks to her husband's 'training' regimen, but that was another story, this though…
'...Why on Earth can't I get this button to stay?...' Fiddling with the irritating piece of her clothing with one hand, Bulma sucked in a bit of breath, a fact that annoyed her to no end because of its implications, but still she did it. Her chest rising up in her blouse that seemed to do it, the button finally going back into its home, she let out the air...and out it slipped again. A loud sigh of annoyance seeping from her mouth as she once more shut her eyes in frustration, Bulma put two hands to work now sticking the rogue button back in place, her abrupt noise drawing the attention of a couple bored board members, but not much else, their gaze soon turning back to the idiot on stage.
The doofus too looking at her for a second, undoubtedly wishing she'd move her hands from her shirt so that he could get a better look down it, he was also back on track before long, and that left Bulma to fix her growing problem. '...Of all the days...it couldn't be when I was sitting alone for hours in my office?...' The woman complained to herself, her anger at this confounded piece of pearl driving her nuts as she held her shirt together with one hand and pulled, and pulled that stupid button closer to its slot.
'...Nope! I had to have a miniature wardrobe malfunction during a meeting with a leering man talking about something he named B.O.O.B.!...' How ironic was that? Pretty ironic, but all the same admitting it didn't do anything for her situation; it didn't matter if it was a meeting about B.O.O.B. or a discussion about their new erectile dysfunction pills, Bulma was pretty sure her breasts falling out of her top would have the same effect.
Pulling both the button and the other side of her shirt as tightly together as she could possibly manage, Bulma did it! The button going into the slot, the strings holding it in place instantly straining to their max at the same time, the woman, more than a little too pleased with her success slowly pulled her arms back behind her head as she sat back in her chair to listen to more… PWING! Her eyes popping wide open now, Bulma's bright cerulean gems watched in shock as that little white button of hers went dancing down the middle of the long table, rolling, tumbling, and then finishing its trek by slowly wobbling along in front of the whole meeting until it finally...fell over.
Everyone, Amy, Alan, and Bulma's personal secretary Candy in the corner now turning their collective gaze to the head chair in the room, despite not at all noticing any change in their boss's usual demeanor up until now… They did start to notice something...else about the rather buxom bluenette...namely that she was a tad more than just 'buxom' at this point. "Is there something all of you need?…" the CEO asked aloud now looking out at the small crowd of subordinates staring at her as she gave them all her normal scowl, her hands unfolding from behind her head to clutch the table in front of her, their eyes moved right along with her.
Unbeknownst to Bulma, that top button had been doing a lot more than its cohorts had to keep her modesty in check. The small disc of carved giant clam pearl sitting on the table and away from its home, in its absence that small hint of cleavage the bluenette liked to show off had plunged into a deep neckline of soft jiggly boobage. But with double Ds came double trouble, the boss' new low neckline was enough of a sight to ogle on its own, add in the way she was leaning over in front of everyone and they combined for one HELL of a view down the front of Bulma's open shirt!
And who would notice such a rather provocative development? But of course it was the good doctor at the front of the room giving a lecture about something not nearly as wonderful! Eyes instantly dropping down to his busty boss's lewd display of cleavage, he felt like his clothes were the ones getting tight now, the bumbling man yanking at his shirt collar he could feel the sweat beginning to pour down his neck as he spoke, "...Well...yes...uh...Mrs. Brief...perhaps you could show some more...AH! Tell us all about your experiments this morning?..." By Dende, she could practically see the question mark at the end of his sentence floating in the air in front of him following that request. Did he want her to fire him? Maybe, but only if it was after she realized her wardrobe malfunction...he'd rather die than miss out on the view she was unintentionally offering them.
The woman giving him one long questioning stare, with great reluctance he averted his gaze from her, sweat streaming down his face as a deep dusting of red started to cover his cheeks, yeah she knew he, like most guys had a thing for her, but really they needed to pack it in… "Fine...if you think it will help clear up a few things about your...theory...then I'll brief you all..." A few chuckles coming from her audience following her statement, a quick flash of those threatening blue eyes of hers and they were silent once more. Bulma didn't 'joke' at work, that just wasn't her, now hanging out with friends that was one thing, but this was business, and so far she'd lost a shirt button and had her time wasted, the last thing she needed now were jokes about her name.
Leaning forward as she gathered her feet under her to stand up, Bulma could have sworn she'd heard the distinct sound of a few groans being let out across the table as she did so, that deep pillowy valley of cleavage seemingly spilling over the sides of her open shirt at the same time. Her gaze rising up just as quickly, they were gone, no one at all looking at her now for that matter. 'Hmm, and Vegeta says I'm not feared enough by my staff…' A smile brimming in her mind once her feet found balance, she kept that outer facade of a scowl plastered on her face, it was time to get down to business.
Getting fully up from her chair, even Bulma had to pause when all of her being steadied itself on her feet, the rude tug of weight on her chest pulling down before bouncing back up when she'd gotten to her full height the most noticeable. The bluenette giving the room another quick scan things seemed alright, though she could now feel the cool air from her company's infamous AC blowing down the opening in her shirt. The breeze perfectly outlining to the woman every centimeter of her boobs she was currently displaying as it slid down her top, curling around her round breasts before ever so carefully tickling those increasingly hard pink nubs sticking into her padded bra.
Nonetheless though this meeting had dragged on for long enough already, it was time she hurried it up and got it over with so she could go back to her office and make a call to her husband about bringing her a new shirt… "Okay then, so we all know what B.O.O.B. is..." Bulma said as she made her way to the front of the room at a rather brisk pace, her high heels clicking against the cold tile floor beneath her with each and every step the woman took. The impact of them sending shock waves all the way up her body the energy reverberating in her rather round behind before traveling up, up, and up to that round shelf of cleavage jutting out over her flat belly.
It really was one hell of a sight, one step, and she bounced one way, another and those two big juicy mommy melons would sway to the other side in her shirt, jiggling up against one another before falling back down into the opening again. It was like watching a magic trick although instead of making a ball float, Bulma was just showing off a cleavage valley a good five inches long and six inches wide across the front of her shirt. "...In essence it is a theory designed to give anyone...or more truthfully someone who can afford it a longer life with no visible side effects..." She said as all eyes in the room followed her, or more precisely followed the two wobbling jello molds in her shirt.
The woman taking short fast strides as she crossed paths with the doctor on his way back to his seat, for a scant second and a half all he could see as he looked down was a valley of pale white flesh bouncing around against itself in the front of Bulma's shirt, the dark black business suit jacket she wore open around it only highlighting that creamy pocket of male dreams. "...But with that being said it is a theory that does not work..." The CEO of the company said sounding the words out as she arrived at the display board in front of the large table, as much as she had intended to take their attention with those last few words...it was the first one she'd said that had gotten them. Bulma's shirt wasn't the only thing she was having problems with now…
Brushing some blue hair out of her eyes as she went on, the incredibly smart, but sometimes too narrowly focused for her own good woman had no idea that as tight as her shirt was beginning to feel, her short skirt was that much worse… The black material practically clinging to her wide hips at this point, to the few, er, many keen eyes watching, the more the boss seemed to talk, the higher and higher up her skirt seemed to climb up on her curvy thighs.
"...This morning, I have personally tested Dr. Alan's theories again and again...on myself…with absolutely no result..." Looking out across the room, Bulma was starting to calm down a little, judging just by how much attention she was getting from her subordinates...as opposed to them writing down notes the entire time, she must have been on a roll! 'Good...the sooner I get rid of this ridiculous theory once and for all the sooner I can fix my shirt...' By now she was so irritated with the damn thing the bluenette hadn't glanced at it since the last time she fixed it...which would explain a lot, at this point she was showing off Maron levels of cleavage.
Feeling her confidence levels rise a bit now that she was getting her energy back following such a long period of boredom, Bulma took a moment to shrug her jacket off so she could better move about the dry erase board they had set up. Some of the board members had wanted a touch screen with which to use when discussing their theories for company use, but her father had always believed in the beauty of a marker and a white board, and to be honest she agreed with him, so she kept them. "...Over a period of more than three hours…" She went on, the bluenette pressing up against the board as she started erasing all the useless dribble her predecessor had written on it, even she was starting to feel just how high that skirt of hers was riding up on her shapely legs, the black fabric more like something an eighteen year old would wear to a club than business wear for a board meeting.
Not that her fellow scientists disagreed though, their eyes all sticking to her full round ass as it stuck out proudly against her increasingly tight skirt, in an instant they were all right back up to where guys had been staring since she hit puberty, "...I conducted experiments using the core principles of the B.O.O.B. theory and the results were rather disappointing..." The buxom boss turning around to face the room again, Amy's hand rushed to cover her mouth as she failed to stop a small giggle from passing her lips. Standing there gesturing to the group, Bulma had no idea that the whole time she was lecturing her peers, they were not listening to her, but rather staring with pure joy at the two huge black dusted globes sticking out of the front of her white shirt.
The blonde spokeswoman leaning over to whisper into the good doctor's ear, she just couldn't hold back the giggles as they all stared at their boss putting on a show for them, "Well, that's one way to clean off a dry erase board I guess..." the girl said with a chuckle, her other hand pointing to the two huge marks coating Bulma's breasts from when they had squished up against the board while she cleaned the rest off earlier, "...Not that I blame her...they're certainly bigger than erasers, huh, Alan?..."
Looking over at the doctor next to her she smirked, nudging him a little with her right breast just to tease him, her smile brightening when he shot her a look before going back to ogling the rich busty woman standing in front of them, "...Sure, go ahead and ignore me...we all know whose boobs you were thinking of when you came up with this 'theory'..." Thin arms crossing over her own chest as she watched Bulma keep on talking, she had to pull her hand back up to cover her lips, this was just way too funny to watch while keeping a straight face!
At last free of her jacket, it looked like the boss's bust was ready to liberate itself of her shirt next, those two round globes of womanly fat pressing out against her shirt more and more by the second, it was obvious to everyone now just how much those buttons were straining as the valley of Bulma's cleavage began to overflow out of the top of the opening. "...In those three hours I found no evidence that Dr. Alan's theories work or are even scientifically sound in their reasoning..." the woman kept on talking while those big round tits of hers kept on spreading the top of her shirt open more and more, silky smooth boob flesh oozing out over the sides, the white tops tinting a light pink from the pressure being put on them.
"...If anything I would have to say that any continued discussion of this theory would not only be a waste of the board's time, but the time of anyone who undertakes researching it..." More than a couple men leaning forward a little further in their seats, elbows landing on the table as Bulma spoke, staring in awe as her boobs widened that beautiful valley of cleavage more and more until… "...And we all remember the D-B. experiments, what a big pair of over sized-" BO-BOING! Bulma's deep cerulean eyes popping wide open now, this time it wasn't just her peers who were staring down at her chest as all of a sudden like a machine each and every one of the other eight buttons holding her shirt together suddenly burst off! Some flying across the room, while others stayed attached to one side of her shirt or the other, it didn't really matter because they all failed one after another.
Huge smiles brimming across the faces of every man or woman in the room as they watched their boss's huge boobs pop her shirt completely open, those two over sized globes of hers jumping up within the tight confines of her lacey black bra before falling back down in a series of bounces against each other, both of her round double D cups having ballooned out in every direction. Bulma's body wasn't just going to have a few admirers anymore, by the end of this meeting she'd have a whole fan club!
A sudden "EEP!" leaving her lips, a bright red blush was quickly overtaking Bulma's normally calm face as that cool demeanor she held so well whenever she was dealing with matters of business was destroyed in an instant. As much as the fact that her jugs were bigger this afternoon was obvious by just looking at how well the curve of her bosom stretched out against her shirt more than normal today, no one expected to see what they were looking at now… "For Dende's sake! Don't sit there staring at me! ...Look someplace else!..."Bulma yelled at the rest of the board, but they couldn't hear even her right now, not with...that in front of them.
The bluenette's thirty four double D bra had always been a bit tight on her, but she'd liked it, the sofr cups gave her more cleavage which came in handy, especially when your husband was being difficult, amazing what a pair of boobs could do… Although that was just what everyone else in the room was thinking as the watched with utter joy as their boss tried in vain to cover herself, not that it was any use. Bulma's breasts had grown, a lot, so big in fact that now her normally concealing bra was pressing the bulk of her huge melons out in ever direction, the black cups squishing the middle of her round jugs up against her chest while soft creamy flesh seemed to billow out from every side, above, below, it didn't matter, at this point the big boss lady had more of her tits popping out than could possibly be covered by such an under sized bra.
Dr. Alan taking a small handkerchief across his forehead the longer he watched, he wasn't the only one sweating now, the man's face darkening as he watched a small bead of sweat slid down across Bulma's neckline before disappearing between her jiggling pair of perfect hooters. Amy too was having a hard time keeping it in, Bulma really was a cutie and seeing just how embarrassed she was getting in public was just too much for her to take.
"Gah! Hey! I said stop staring! And can someone toss me my jacket!?..." Blue hair falling down from where she normally kept her bangs swept over her eyes, to the keen observer the silky lengths seemed to be growing, but then all the keen eyes were busy staring at her big wobbling, "...No...I didn't...Why did that have to?..." The humiliation of what she was going through burning across her cheek bones the longer it went on, Bulma too could feel the sweat beginning to collect inside her bra from all of her movement. The babe shaking her arms just a bit too much to try and pull her shirt over her, she managed to somehow do just the opposite.
RIIIIIIP! Her long suffering white shirt falling back off of her arms as she went to pull it up, another, much more frightening sound racked the nearly silent board room. Standing there in just her bra and skirt, it had seemed like things couldn't get any worse for the unintentionally stripping bluenette, but just as she thought that, they did.
Pale thin arms trying in vain to cross over the pair of quivering globes of female fat bouncing around in her sad excuse for a bra, suddenly a long tear ripped right up the seam of her increasingly tight black skirt! Cerulean eyes shrinking to the size of pin pricks as she nearly snapped her neck turning her head to stare at the audience she was baring it all to, in an instant her skirt snapped, the black material falling to the floor, it pooled around her high heeled feet just as her shirt had done, the loss of her last real clothing leaving her in just a tiny black bra and of course...her favorite thong…
Teeth gritting together so hard it felt like she was going to break them Bulma was in such a state of panic now! With her skirt gone her coworkers and scientists finally got to see a bit more of the fruits of her struggles, those long creamy legs of hers all out in the open now, it was clear that Mrs. Brief's boobs weren't the only things growing at Capsule Corp. Gone were the slim, but curvy thighs she used to strut around with all day long, replacing them were instead one hell of a set of thicc meaty womanly legs. The blue haired bombshell hadn't gotten fat, she'd just piled on as much feminine flesh onto those round succulent hips of hers as she could to stay curvy. If anything they reminded a couple people of a girl one of Bulma's bald friends brought by once years ago, not that any of that mattered, all that did was the sight before them, Bulma Brief…finally baring it all.
Flustered out of her mind, the woman was barely clutching at strings now and that wasn't a lie. Leaning forward a little to wrap one hand around her over exposed backside, it was all she could do to cover up the two pale cheeks being shown off in all their glory with nothing save for a thin black string going up between them. The move forcing her to bend over even more, Bulma instantly regretted doing it as in that moment she saw every...singe...person bend down with her to follow those huge melons of hers bubbling up out of her bra.
Her face growing even brighter red as another deep groan of satisfaction rocked her ears, she could tell just how good a view she was giving everyone down the front of her bra, not that her nipples could be seen, that only happened with loose tops, and right now her bra was so tight the sheer volume of her breasts made sure that wouldn't happen. 'Oh...of course...' She'd scowl if she wasn't already too embarrassed too right now, the realization of just how much she was showing off in her efforts to cover up almost as bad as some of the times she'd been exposed in her youth.
That ever growing mass of silky blue hair of hers creeping further and further down her neck, it was starting to get in her eyes a lot more than it usually did, the woman taking her hand off of her wobbling tits the moment her vision was obstructed, as soon as she cleared it, she noticed something...different. 'Why does everything look taller all of a sudden?...' That lone thought creeping through her mind the more she gazed across the room, for a time everything else vanished from her consciousness, everything...everyone she was looking at, they all appeared as if they were...growing.
'...What the hell is going?-' That newly lengthened hair of hers doing nothing to keep her eyebrows from flying up in it, at the last second Bulma reached around with her other hand and grasped the side of her thong just as it had begun to fall, the material stopping not a moment too soon as the edge of the black fabric rubbed against her pink sex. This was bad...really bad! For whatever the reason parts of her body were growing, and she was...shrinking…
Holding onto her modesty by the fraction of a second she nearly lost it in, Bulma looked across the room one last time, the many men in the meeting hunched over in their seats drooling in unabashed lust at the supple Venus like figure that she was. The whole time Amy, and Candy, the sole girls, merely had both of their hands clapped over their mouths just to keep from laughing. "...Okay...fine...you're all suspended for a week...you here me…a week!..." Bulma shouted at the tops of her lungs as she slowly backed towards the door, while her hands stayed down by her sides holding her thong up. The newly minted girl almost to the exit, in an instant it all fell apart, literally. The scantily clad girl jumping up with a jolt as one bare ass cheek rubbed against the cold metal tray of the dry erase board, that was all it took!
Those three bra hooks holding the black lingerie taut against her billowing mounds of female flesh couldn't take such brash movements! The blue haired girl jumping against the intrusive sensation, in that moment her hard working material gave out! POP! The heavy duty fabruc giving out in more ways than one, the wishes of an entire company were realized as Bulma's bra suddenly sprang off of her chest, those two huge globes of supple female flesh that had been growing beneath it bouncing out into the open air, the girl's breasts a breathtaking thirty two double E as they were revealed to the world.
Helpless, but to watch her last real protection from leering eyes fly across the room, Bulma was lucky enough to pull her right arm up in time, the entire length of her forearm pressing up over her free range melons. They were like two huge water balloons squishing up against her chest, quivering and jiggling all over the place, each of them daring to slip out from her care if she didn't pay close attention to where her nipples were digging into her arm.
Standing there in nothing save for a thin little black thong in front of her entire company board, only one arm keeping her topless endowments from being seen by everyone while the other fought to hold that string up over her sex, Bulma could feel a dry lump going down in her throat as she saw where...or who her bra landed on…
"...A...a month then!..." She said as she slowly backed towards the door, cerulean eyes quickly moving from one member of her executives to another as she humiliatingly made her way towards the exit, in complete disbelief at the hell she was going through, 'Oh my Dende! I'm basically naked!… And in front of my staff...' That deep shade of red covering her entire face now, Bulma reached around with the hand holding her thong up, feeling wood then wood, finally she felt the metal hook of the door handle!
Reaching down to grab it, the girl didn't realize that she was holding her thong up with those same fingers, the thin string quickly catching on the metal handle. "...You're all sus...suspended for a whole month!..." She yelled out at all of them, her long blue hair swirling around her shoulders as she made sure to look at all of them, even if their eyes were still glued to her newly enhanced body. Staring at her big...bare breasts...memorizing what her body looked like almost naked...thinking about how they'd brag to all their friends about it...
Gritting her teeth together so hard it felt like they were going to crack, she took in a deep breath, "...And if I hear so much as a WORD about what happened here from anyone I'll call my husband!" Her arm starting to grow tired as the weight of her heavy jugs started to weigh on it, she had to go now! Not at all noticing what she had done, Bulma quickly yanked open the door, her thong hooking around the curved door handle, she bolted out of it! The mouths of everyone in the room dropping to the hard mahogany wood table as with a small SNAP! And a short squeal of distress coming down the hallway, she was gone.
Everything was silent for a moment, the men all either still staring where their boss and for some of them, best friend's sexy daughter had been only moments before, it was up to the company spokeswoman, Amy to see what happened. The confident blonde getting up from her seat, she slowly crossed the room, her suit not allowing any movement to be seen from her womanly curves, a strong contrast to the bluenette's bouncing and jiggling everywhere she'd gone today. The girl opening the door a crack, she held it like that, a smirk spreading across her pink lips as she saw it, a true great ending to a meeting if she'd ever seen one.
"So enough about B.O.O.B. guys..." she smiled, brushing some golden hair out of her eyes as she stood aside, pulling the door open fully, the sight one that made more than a couple men feel way too tight in their pants, "...Who wants to talk about...this?..." Because there, hanging from the bottom of the hooked door handle was Bulma's thin black, thong… "How about you, Alan?… Wanna complete the set?..." The blonde grinning like a Cheshire cat across the room at her buddy, it was all the lucky man could do as he slowly reached up, before pulling Bulma's matching black bra off of his head.
Bulma's Office:
Meanwhile, the hard wooden door to her office slamming behind her, Bulma couldn't believe what had just happened… It was a good thing she had replaced her dad's old glass door with this new one, it would ensure she wouldn't be seen naked as she'd somehow managed to bypass the whole fifth and sixth floors without anyone spotting her. Still though… "Oh...my...Dende…" The beleaguered girl let out a long, pained sigh of embarrassment as she sat back in her chair, the sensation of the smooth leather on her bare flesh not one she'd felt since she last ordered Vegeta calm her down...and by that she meant… "...Oh what the hell does that matter right now!..." The bluenette, her face still burning with the humiliation of losing all of her clothes in front of her peers, screamed out in anguish, she wanted to cry, but for some reason couldn't.
Her shirt, her bra, her skirt...and even her thong… she'd somehow managed to end up stripping down in the middle of a board meeting. "...I can't believe it...everything...I lost everything in front of a group of men...my bare body..." She said out loud, her hands pressing against her mouth just to try and contain it, as if doing so made it all less severe than it was. Gently lowering them after a couple minutes she sighed, the increased effort it took for her to do that making her eyes drop down to… CRASH! Parts and pieces from the ceiling raining down upon her completely naked body as a hulking figure landed on the desk before her, the girl was sent into a fit of coughing and spluttering trying to clear her lungs when she heard it, her name.
"Bulma?..." Yeah, she heard it right, but that voice...the voice was one she knew...one she really knew… The dust clearing from where the man had come through the roof above her as she was thankfully on the top floor, there he was, her man...Vegeta! Her face instantly clearing of all of its sadness and disgrace from before, the girl looked up at him, her greatest defender and most loyal… "...Whoa...Bulma…" Was the next thing she heard, and considering what she'd just lost she already knew why.
Oh here we go… The girl sitting back in her chair, Bulma hadn't had a real chance to realize it herself, but seeing as how she had managed to rip off even the string she had left to wear, Vegeta would notice every detail of her newly found nudity, "...Damn, babe..." The man smirked, that strong confident saiyan grin of his spreading wide across his cheekbones the longer he ran his eyes all over her body, those dark orbs of his centering on a particularly big set of globes of her own, "...How'd you know I've always loved girls with a pair of huge fucking tits?"
The girl's hands up by either side of her head where they went the moment the man had blasted through the ceiling, Bulma slowly looked down, her teeth once more gritting together and her eyes bulging out of their sockets about as much as Vegeta's were, there was nothing in the world to prepare her for the sight she was giving her husband. Bulma Brief wasn't just naked, she… "...Wait...what do you mean I have huge..." Her eyes dropping down to her chest, a look of absolute shock crossed Bulma's face as her jaw dropped down to one perky booby "...No...way..."
And then the penny dropped...and kept bouncing around just as much as the realization that it wasn't just her double D cups bouncing all over the place the entire run back to her office, but rather a whopping pair of bra bursting thirty two double Es! "...OH MY DENDE! MY BREASTS ARE ENORMOUS!" Screaming the words at the top of her lungs as she reached down, Bulma scooped up one huge globe of bouncy boob flesh in her hand, the pert melon wobbling ever so slightly, a deep red blush spread back out across her face as she felt a bigger, rougher, calloused hand rudely cup her other jug in its grasp. Vegeta already taking advantage of her nudity to give his woman's 'huge fucking tits' a test squeeze, and as a wide smirk spread across his features he couldn't have been happier with his Bulma's huge boobies.
Her husband was a lot of things, but he didn't lie about what he wanted. "Oh yeah, my sexy little concubine..." Vegeta's husky voice drifted into her ear, the girl still staring down in complete and utter embarrassment at the sheer size of her breasts, her hair rubbing against her shoulders the more she sunk back in the chair. The sensation of another strong arm wrapping around underneath her body heating up her flesh, Bulma paused, a hand giving one round ass cheek a squeeze, "...I'm so happy you're finally putting that science crap of yours to good use..."
Shocked cerulean eyes running down over her breasts, her hips, her butt, her hair, her...height...there was no way… The reflection in her desk mirror shining back at her, there was no doubting it, she hadn't just grown more voluptuous… Bulma was… "I'M A TEENAGER AGAIN!?" The eighteen year old screaming it out at the tops of her lungs, she suddenly let out a deep sigh, her husband's rough hand squeezing one perky globe of feminine fat up against her chest, she could feel his fingers delicately rolling her soft full nipple and areola between them. Vegeta's years of experience of conquering alien princesses to ravaging his loving wife every night after a long day of training having a massive effect on the bluenette's increasingly sensitive body.
Bulma's head falling back against him as her much larger husband slide himself down into her fine leather swivel chair, she could feel his other hand rubbing in wide circles over the swell of her plump ass, tentatively squeezing her smooth skin while he busied himself re-examining every inch of her newly sexed up body. The sensation of her man's hot wet lips pressing against the side of her sweet smelling neck, the girl's eyes stayed wide open as she looked back at herself in the mirror. "...I...I'm a teenager again..." Bulma could barely utter out as another heated gasp of pleasure rocked her nubile body, her expression growing even more embarrassed as Vegeta slid his hand entirely around one soft double E before rolling it around against her chest, driving home everything she didn't need to hear right now, "...N...now...Now what?..."
A deep rumbling rolling against the thin line of her upper back, Bulma turned her head to look back over her shoulder, the sight of her husband chuckling to himself just barely visible to her through her curtain of shining blue hair, "...Now...I show you just what Prince Vegeta does to girls with huge tits like these..." Another humiliating gasp of electricity shooting through her tightly clenched lips as the man's other hand slid up from where it had held her ass to join the other on her chest, all Bulma could do was lie back against her husband while he cupped both of her boobs up in front of her, pushing them around like a pair of over inflated water balloons.
"...And believe me...by the end of it...you'll wish you were flat..." Her teeth gritting against each other as suddenly he spun her around in his lap, in an instant she was facing him, her arms splayed out over his shoulders, Bulma's breathtaking pair of thirty two double Es were all his. The saiyan prince taking in the view of his wife's new naked body, the first to ever see it that way, he grinned, "...Oh, yes, Bulma..."
His dark orbs lighting up with what could only be the most insatiable look of lust she had ever seen in a man as he gently reached up with his right hand, the man's calloused palm scooping up one pale white boob, "...I'll make you regret ever getting these things so big..." Her husband's words drifting into her ears as he leaned in, the heat from his breath scalding her sensitive pink nipple, it was all Bulma could do to let out one long squeal of joy as Vegeta, that lucky bastard pressed his lips against one soft booby for a deep, wet, kiss.
It was going to be a long night for the newly rejuvenated bluenette, but the question was not what erotic and shameful things were going to happen to her curvy figure, but rather...what was she going to do...now that she, Bulma Brief, was the same age as her best friend's...oldest son, the high school boy, Gohan?
A/N: Just like that a new saga has begun, and one that should already be showing just the kind of fun that can be expected. For any that might be wondering this is 'Beach Battle'-like to an extent, but with its own story and structure. Bulma is obviously the star from what this first chapter should show, but the other main characters I have listed will be appearing shortly, then as for pairings...see if you can figure it out.
I was not sure at first about posting this since I had only recently posted the third chapter to my Buu saga Chi-ChixFuture Trunks, and this is in the main timeline, not the future one, so putting up another seemed rushing. On the other hand I still have another couple fics to post at any point, so there are back ups. I know it's been a while since I wrote any DBZ lemons, but the above mentioned chapter is almost entirely one and this story should have some as well. At which point I should mention that this story was commissioned and brainstormed in collaboration with my best buddy, Commodore Krevin! Thank you so much for your faith in me and believing that this would come out well, I certainly think it did.
Lastly, while my old DB scenes poll will remain up I, since I really want to try something different, I am offering up a contest. The new poll being posted is special because the winning girl I will write that day in a two to three thousand word one shot before posting it. Mainly I've been having issues getting started when I write, so as a consequence I often write nothing when I have time out of my own lack of motivation. With this poll I'll have a bit more of a reason to get to writing and maybe break the funk, which means updates more often. SO! After I have 20 votes in this poll I will start and write the one shot that won. Each of the themes are of course enf ones, but will involve LOTS of happy guys and girls getting a view depending on who wins.
Then without further ado, here we go! The question that is currently up on my profile is 'Challenge Me! Which One Shot Should I Write?' As mentioned above every scenario will revolve around the sexy female character staring it spending almost the entire one shot naked with quite a few guys and girls seeing them in all their glory as a consequence. I tried to make them all a bit different so just know that all of them have a lot of nudity and embarrassing situations. There are only five choices, but with two votes each I'm curious which of these characters people want me to write going full frontal most since really I can't decide which one I want to do! And as always please, if you like this story or have anything to say please let me know in a REVIEW!