Warning: Non-consensual
Waking Sow
"Fuwaah!" Goku exclaimed in a drawn-out yawn, stretching his body as he did so.
"Finally up, huh," Oolong told him, a gentle smile on his face.
Goku looked at Oolong in surprise. The pig looked tired, as if he barely slept, and yet he looked at him with a joyous face. "Morning!" the kid greeted, waving at him. "You're looking chirpy."
Oolong chuckled. Chirpy huh? Why wouldn't he be? He might not have slept much, but that was only because last night had been fantastic! Bulma's desirable body has been his to use for his own pleasure – and use her he had. He still remembered how soft her tits had felt around his face, how supple they'd swayed in line with his thrusts, and how warm and constricting her pussy had felt around his cock. He wasn't quite sure how many times he came in total, but when the night came to an end, not a single spurt had been wasted and his balls had been completely spent over the bitch's face, tits and pussy.
Not to mention he now had... those in his possession. He smirked, his hand briefly sliding in his pocket to carefully trail his finger over his prize.
Yes, he supposed he was indeed quite chirpy.
Then again, it'd be quite troublesome if Goku and Bulma would grow weary of his sudden enthusiasm. Perhaps it was best to feed the boy a lie. And thus, Oolong told Goku he barely slept due to the bandit from before attacking them last night. It was a plausible enough lie, and it'd give him credit in the eyes of the young boy with monstrous strength.
As Bulma Briefs slowly opened her eyes, she was greeted with an uncomfortable sensation in her mouth. It felt dry and parched, as if she had gone without water for hours. She tried to swallow, but her throat was scratchy and rough, making it difficult to even move. She remembered how tired she'd been last night, falling to a deep slumber almost immediately. Why then did she still feel so tired and groggy, as if she had barely slept at all?
She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the drowsiness. As she did so, she couldn't help but notice how dry her mouth still felt. She couldn't help but wonder why her mouth was so dry. Had she been snoring all night? Had she breathed through her mouth instead of her nose?
The sunlight filtered through her window, casting a golden glow across her bare skin. She groaned as she felt the heat penetrate her body, making her feel even more lethargic and drained than she already was.
The heat must have been vivid tonight, for she was covered in dried-up perspiration. She wrapped herself around the sheets that had clung to her body throughout the night and made her way downstairs. Of course, multiple stains on her body and sheets had nothing to do with sweat, but rather the ousting of seeds from the vile piglet that had taken advantage of her in her sleep.
"Uhhhnnn..." Bulma slurred as she drowsily made her way down the stairs. She either did not care or realize the fact that a sheet was all that kept her – as far as she knew – hidden body from Oolong's perverted eyes. "My head really hurts..."
"Hey Oolong," she muttered when she found the piglet. He was washing his teeth. "Did you wash my clothes?"
"As if I had time to do that," he replied in nonchalance. I was far too busy fucking you.
Bulma felt her usual frustration at the perverted pig return with haste, and she seethed at him, "What do you mean as if you had time? I don't have any clothes to wear now! I told you to have it done by today, didn't I?!"
Oolong turned around to watch the teen display her usual bitchiness at him. Needless to say, he vastly preferred her with her mouth stuffed by his cock. That said, even wrapped around a non-flattering sheet, Bulma looked absolutely fantastic. The knowledge of the treasures buried underneath even made him throb in his pants. No one was surprised more than himself that he had another round in him after his short rest.
Luckily, before Oolong needed to defend himself, Goku came to his aid. "Oolong stayed up on watch all night!" The spikey-haired boy valiantly defended him, and explained his lie to Bulma.
At the mention of the handsome bandit from before, Bulma's beautiful face perked up, a slight blush on her pale features.
"Tsk!" Oolong pouted. Seeing Bulma react like that at the mere mention of that guy... It honestly made him kind of jealous. Not that it mattered much. With the juice he had, he'd be the only man Bulma would ever be with. "The only clothes I have that may fit you are in the shelf on the second floor."
"You should have told that sooner!"
With heavy steps, Bulma thundered her way back to her bedroom. Behind her, Oolong watched her with a crazed smile.
Upstairs, Bulma cussed at Oolong as she eyed the bunny outfit her hands had possession of. It figured a pervert like him only had clothes like these to offer. He truly was hopeless. Little fat pigs like him were the worst. Lusting for beauties like her, undressing her with his eyes even though he had had no shot to ever get with her. She was way out of his league.
Speak of the devil, the door to her room opened, and the vile piglet walked in, his hands in his pocket and a stupid grin on his face. Per usual, he ogled her body – covered in only a sheet – with glee.
Her eyes ablaze with irritation, she was about to call for Goku when...
"Here, Oolong said rather nonchalantly as he threw a stack of photos onto the floor. "You really should take a look at those before you decide to bitch at me again."
Without knowing about their contents, it managed to shut up the genius teen. Pictures? Bulma was puzzled as she eyed them. Her eyes glared to the floor but they narrowed back on Oolong. Why would some pictures stop her from seething at him? Nevertheless, she heeded his warning and got down on her knees to gather the photos. What could be so specials about these anyways?
What the?!
Her breath hitched. Bulma felt her heat beat rapidly, pupils enlarging as all color left her face. She examined the pictures one by one, but her worries and horror grew with each new picture. Her eyes came back up to look at Oolong in absolute terror; he smirked at her with corrupted arrogance, raising his snout. "Something wrong, Bulma?"
"Th- These are..." she stumbled over her words, putting her hand over her open mouth. Each photo pictured her naked and in compromising positions. Some focused on her breasts, others on her vagina, and some even on her asshole; but they were undeniably of her; most even showed her sleeping face on them. Stains of white covered her body in every picture. "How did you...?"
Oolong snickered. "I mean, are you really surprised to learn that I couldn't resist an opportunity like this? You even warned me not to try anything last night, but you relied on Goku far too much. Some sleeping pills was all I needed to ensure he'd be out for the rest of the night. And with both you and the kid knocked out... There was nothing to stop me from getting my hands on you."
Sleeping pills? The reason she woke up so groggy... Oolong... He... He drugged her?!
"But you sure are in a predicament. I mean the heiress of the Capsule Corporation captured in all these poses... I'm sure many men would love it if these photos are leaked but..." His hand came up to pet her head. "I'm not sure you'd feel the same... Not to mention the hit it'd mean for Capsule Corporation's reputation. I doubt you want to see it get tarnished like that."
Bulma felt sick in her stomach. She never should have allowed the piglet to outsmart her like this. She knew he was an incorrigible pervert, but her dominance over him in the form of her special candy and Goku's presence made her underestimate his foulness. But now it was too late. His filthy hands had no doubt touched her last night and now she was at his mercy. There was no way someone like him wouldn't ask her something disgusting in exchange for his silence. "Wh- What do you want me to do?"
Oolong grinned vilely as he fumbled with his belt. With a triumphant twist, the belt finally gave way. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he felt the gentle release of pressure around his waist. With gravity free to take part, his pants began their descent. His underwear immediately followed, releasing his rock-hard piston. It arrived with a throb, signaling Oolong's excitement from feeling his dominance over Bulma.
Thought it had filled almost all her orifices last night, it was Bulma's first time seeing Oolong's sausage. It was a tad smaller than those she'd seen before, but it made up for it with its thickness. Even in her distressed state, Bulma knew what it meant for Oolong to undress himself in a situation like this. She'd expected something like this, but that didn't make her anything akin to being prepared to do it. "Oolong," she pleaded with a shaky voice. "Please... I'm sorry for how I treated you before, but please don't make me..."
Oolong ignored her as he walked past her. He climbed on the bed and sat down in front of her. His hand on his dick, he stroked himself as he watched her. "Take off the sheet."
With trembling hands, Bulma released her sheets. As the fabric slid down her body, it revealed her ample and spirited chest, drawing the eye with a magnetic allure. They were heavy and full, yet retained their firm and taut shape. Young women were blessed with youthful resilience and perkiness. Her long, slender legs extended from beneath coming together there where her cut-short pubic hair framed her intimate area. It was nothing new after last night, but that didn't stop Oolong from moaning as he ousted a particular large wad of pre-cum from eyeing the nubile teen's desirable body.
At his vile ogling, one arm came up to shield her breasts as her free hand settled on her exposed nether region, her legs tightly shut.
"Let me see it," he demanded.
With shaking hands, she hesitated.
"Let me see," he said once more, ready to get up and pry her hands apart. Before he had to act, Bulma hesitantly exposed herself to him – all of her.
Her tits and vagina were presented to him in their full glory. It was all his. He licked his lips and signaled her to come over. "Let's start with a quick blow!"
Bulma walked up to him, her curves trembling with nerves, cautiously approached the pig sitting on the edge of the bed. As she timidly knelt before him, a hint of uncertainty flickered in her eyes. When she tried to shield her breasts, he warned her, "Don't even think about it."
Her hand trembled slightly as it tentatively rested on his thigh, unsure of the reaction it would receive. With a gentle grip, her other hand hesitantly took hold of the base of his hardened member. Slowly, she brought her mouth closer, her lips parting as she hesitantly licked his shaft.
Oolong sat on the bed, silently in awe as Bulma licked and kissed the tip of his penis, sending shivers down his spine. That condescending bitch... was really doing it! "That feels so good," he moaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Put your mouth over it."
Bulma hesitated for a moment, eying the thick penis. The girth had surprised her, but she was confident it'd fit. That wasn't the problem at all... Taking the disgusting thing's sausage inside her mouth... The thought alone was already degrading, but actually doing it... Then again, it wasn't like she had much for a choice... Bastard...
Lacking in patience, Oolong's hand settled on her head to force her over his cock. "St- Stop it...!" She grunted in her effort to resist. He thrusted himself closer, pressing the head of his penis against her sealed lips.
"Just do it, or do you want those pictures to be seen by everyone?"
With that threat, Bulma relented and opened her mouth. She took the head of his penis into her mouth, running her tongue around the tip with light suction. Oolong's moans grew louder, and he pushed his hips up, urging her to take more of him into her mouth, his hand on her head. "You're doing so well," he breathed, his fingers tightening in her hair. "I guess I should've known a bitch like you would know how to give good head."
Bulma continued to take more of him into her mouth, feeling the thickness and length of his penis stretch her lips and fill her mouth. She used her hands to stroke him and guide him deeper, taking him as far as she could without gagging.
"You feel amazing," the piglet groaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. As she continued to suck and stroke him, his moans grew louder and more urgent. He felt himself growing harder and more swollen, throbbing in her mouth as he released more and more pre-cum. "Kami, you're incredible," he gasped, gripping the sheets tightly as he felt himself getting closer to the edge.
Oolong groaned as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. Bulma's mouth was hot and wet around his penis, her tongue swirling around the head, sending shivers of pleasure through his body. As he reached his limit, he pushed her head down over the base of his cock, thrusting deep into her mouth as he climaxed. "Bulma! Take it! Take it all!" He released a stream of hot cum deep inside her, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm.
Bulma was taken aback by the sudden spurt. She felt his cock throb and twitch, releasing warm jets of cum deep into her throat. He'd forced her to take his full length into her throat, making it difficult to breathe. While he spurted his release, Bulma gagged, her face contorted as her body trashed in its attempt not to choke.
The release hadn't been ample - it hadn't been long since he ravaged her sleeping body for the entire night, after all.
As Bulma pulled her head back, she gasped for breath. She coughed and sputtered, glaring up at him with an annoyed expression. "You should've told me you were about to cum," she scolded him.
Oolong ignored her as his cock fell against his thigh, still slightly leaking the remnants of his orgasm. He let out a contented sigh as he basked in the post-orgasmic bliss. The teen genius watched as his member slowly dwindled in size, completely spent and satisfied. Then, was this it? Were they done?
Oolong's voice broke the silence between them. "It's still a bit dirty. Mind cleaning it with your tongue?" he asked.
Bulma's eyes widened in surprise at the request. Without a word, she leaned forward and took his cock back into her mouth, running her tongue over it in slow circles. She could taste the mix of his cum and her own saliva. As she worked her tongue over his member, she could feel it start to grow hard again.
It seemed her ordeal was far from over.
He grabbed her head and slipped himself out of her mouth. Their eyes met and he grinned.
"Transform!"
Oolong had transformed into the handsome man he'd looked like the day he and Bulma met. His four inch cock had transformed into seven inches and he had kept his thick girth. "Spread your legs"
At this, Bulma felt all remaining color leave her face. "Wh- What?"
"The sooner you do it, the sooner it ends," Oolong stated. "And you might as well get used to this."
Get used to...? "No... No please, Oolong..." Her eyes started to water, her body trembling.
"We only have five minutes before I transform back. I'm gonna fuck you either way, so you'd better spread your legs if you don't want to get porked by a piggy."
At those words, Bulma felt sick. She was pale, her mind unable to think, her entire being in complete stress. The pictures... If those pictures ever came out... She wasn't sure how it'd happened, but she was on her back, Oolong's transformed figure towering over her. The act of blowing the pig hadn't enticed her much, but she was wet enough for him to slip in. At his massive piece slipping through her, Bulma's silent whimpers made way for sobbing. She cried as her body was claimed against her will.
Oolong didn't care, relishing the feeling of claiming Bulma once more. With his size lengthened, he was going in so much deeper than he could last night! He wasted no time, fucking her like a man possessed. "Fuck you feel so good!" he complimented her. "You might be a bitch, but your body is incredible."
He almost felt bad for that handsome bandit. If it'd been up to Bulma, he'd be the one to pork her into submission soon, but now... He'd never allow her to be with anyone but him.
"Sl- Slow down!" she sobbed as she took on his onslaught, the bed shaking beneath her from his pounding. He didn't listen. He slammed into her with full force, the bed shaking and creaking beneath them. His cock was much bigger than her previous bed partners, hitting her cervix with each thrust inward. "L- Let me get used to you a bit...!" She winced in pain and pleaded for him to give her a break, but he only pushed deeper and harder.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Oolong groaned as he continued to thrust into her. She cried out in agony as he relentlessly pounded her, leaving her completely at his mercy. As good as it had felt to fuck Bulma last night, this was what he'd been missing. To have that stuck-up bitch at his mercy, wincing in pain, probably regretting ever treating him like shit in the first place as his cock delved through her. "Take it! Take my fucking cock!"
Despite Bulma's pleas for him to slow down and give her a break, he continued to take her roughly, his grip on her hips tightening as he fucked her harder and harder. Her body was aching with pain as he continued to use her for his own pleasure. He was rough, his force making her developed breasts shake uncontrollably. Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy through her body, but she knew she couldn't take much more. Bulma's body was on fire as he continued to use her for his own pleasure, her feet flailing helplessly as she surrendered to his every desire. It was like he was seeing her as nothing more than a living onahole, fucking her without any sympathy. Despite the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body, she knew that she couldn't take much more of his rough treatment. I... I'm being raped!
As Oolong continued to thrust into her relentlessly, he could feel himself building towards climax. His face was red and puffy, his cheeks bulging as he struggled to hold back his release for just a few moments longer, but her moans and gasps were too much for him to bear. "Bulma!" With a primal roar, he reached the peak of ecstasy, his head lolling back as he came hard, filling her with his seed. The amount wasn't much, but it did reach deep. Anchoring himself as deep as he could, the spraying tip pressed against her cervix.
When his balls were spent, he collapsed on top of her in a sweaty heap.
As he lay there, spent and satisfied, Bulma couldn't help but feel used and violated. She knew she had been taken roughly and without any regard for her own pleasure or desires.
With an accompanying poof, the handsome man disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Bulma felt the difference immediately; his thick rod still anchored inside was replaced by his four-inch pickle; surprisingly, his current grith was still noticeable. He was honestly thicker than previous bedpartners, even in his current form.
When he recovered from his orgasm, Oolong came back up. Bulma, finally realizing what'd happened trembled as the tears started to flow. Oolong looked down at her remorselessly, feeling nothing but vindictive pleasure at what he had just done to her. In what he would do to her in the weeks, months and years to follow.
As he dressed, he spoke. "Let's do it again tonight. And not a word to Goku."
Between her sobs, Bulma nodded.
She was his now. He had marked her as his own.
