After the chaotic Dragon Ball adventure and the wild nights in Pilaf’s castle, the group finally returned to West City.
Bulma was eager to get back to her lab and work on new inventions.
Oolong tagged along, pretending to be helpful while secretly planning more perverted fun.
Goku had gone off training again, leaving the Capsule Corp mansion quiet.
Bulma headed straight to her massive personal laboratory, wearing a tight white lab coat over a short blue skirt and cropped top that showed off her midriff.
Her long blue hair was tied in a ponytail.
She was focused on a strange new machine — a large, complex device with glowing panels and mechanical arms designed for “automatic body scanning and stimulation testing.” She bent over to adjust something deep inside the open panel, her upper body disappearing into the machine while her lower half remained exposed outside.
Oolong’s eyes lit up the moment he saw her perfect ass sticking out, skirt riding up to reveal her smooth thighs and the curve of her panties.
“Hehe… perfect timing.
Bulma’s stuck again, just like old times.” He quietly locked the lab door and crept behind her.
Without warning, he flipped her skirt up and yanked her panties down to her ankles.
Bulma’s smooth, shaved pussy and round ass were fully exposed.
“Wha—?!
Who’s there?!
Get off me right now!” Bulma shouted angrily from inside the machine, her voice echoing strangely through the speakers built into the device.
She tried to pull her head and shoulders out, but the tight space and some loose wires had her temporarily trapped.
“Oolong?!
Is that you, you perverted pig?!
I’ll kill you when I get out— ahh!!” Oolong didn’t reply with words.
Instead, he raised his tiny paw and brought it down hard on her bare ass — SMACK!
The sound echoed loudly.
Then he spanked her pussy directly — SMACK!
— his palm landing right on her sensitive folds.
“Nngh—!
You bastard!
Stop that right now!” Bulma yelled furiously, her voice coming loud and clear from the machine’s speakers, sounding distorted and amplified.
Oolong grinned and spanked her again — SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
— alternating between her jiggling ass cheeks and her quickly moistening pussy.
Her ass turned pink rapidly.
He spread her legs wider and rubbed his already rock-hard little cock along her slit before pushing in deep with one thrust.
“Ahhhh—!!
Who is this?!
Get your dirty dick out of me right now— haa~!” Bulma’s angry shout turned into a sharp moan as Oolong started fucking her hard from behind, his hips slapping against her ass.
Plap… plap… plap!
The machine’s speakers made every sound crystal clear — her angry protests, gasps, and growing moans echoed through the entire lab.
Oolong reached forward, grabbing her hanging breasts through the open lab coat.
He pulled them roughly, yanking her heavy tits downward while continuing to pound her pussy.
“Take it, Bulma~ Your pussy feels even better when you’re stuck like this!” “Stop pulling my boobs— nngh!
You perverted little— ahh~ haa… mmm~!” Bulma’s voice cracked.
Her anger was slowly melting as the deep, rhythmic thrusting hit all her sensitive spots.
Her body betrayed her — pussy growing wetter with every slap of his hips.
Oolong spanked her ass harder — SMACK!
SMACK!
— turning both cheeks bright red while he fucked her faster.
He alternated spanking her swollen pussy lips too, the wet smack sounds mixing with the plap plap plap of fucking.
Every moan and curse from Bulma blasted out of the machine speakers, loud and lewd.
“You’re getting so wet… you like being fucked while stuck, don’t you?” Oolong teased, pulling her boobs even harder, stretching her nipples downward.
“N-no… I’m angry— ahhhh~!
Haa… nngh… it’s… it’s starting to feel… good… mmm~!” Bulma’s voice shifted from furious to breathy and needy.
Her hips began pushing back slightly against his thrusts despite being trapped.
Oolong laughed and increased the pace, slamming into her soaked pussy with wet, obscene sounds.
Schlick… plap… schlick… He kept one hand spanking her red ass continuously while the other pulled and kneaded her dangling breasts roughly, pinching her nipples hard.
Bulma’s moans grew louder and more shameless, amplified by the machine.
“Ahh~ … nngh… haa… haaa~!
Deeper… wait, no— ahhhh~!
Don’t stop… it feels too good now!” She was fully enjoying it.
Her angry shouts had completely turned into desperate, pleasure-filled moans echoing through the lab.
Oolong fucked her relentlessly, spanking her ass and pussy red, yanking her boobs downward like handles while his cock pistoned in and out of her clenching walls.
After several intense minutes, Bulma’s body started trembling.
“I’m… I’m cumming— ahhhhh~!!” Her loud orgasm blasted from the speakers as her pussy squeezed Oolong’s cock tightly, juices squirting around his shaft.
Oolong groaned and buried himself deep.
“Cumming inside you… creampie while you’re stuck— ahhhh~!!” Thick ropes of hot cum flooded her womb.
Bulma moaned wildly as she felt herself being filled, another smaller orgasm hitting her.
Even after cumming, Oolong didn’t stop.
He kept fucking her through the aftershocks, spanking her red ass, pulling her sensitive boobs, and pounding her cum-filled pussy.
“More… haa~ nngh… fuck me harder… ahh~ I can’t believe I’m saying this… it feels amazing~!” Bulma’s voice from the machine was now pure ecstasy.
Oolong switched his grip — one hand spanking her pussy repeatedly while the other yanked both boobs together, squeezing them roughly.
He fucked her faster and harder until Bulma’s body went limp inside the machine.
“Ahh… haa… nngh… too much… I’m… fading… mmm~” Her moans grew weaker and more broken.
With one final deep thrust and a hard spank on her ass, Bulma fainted from overwhelming pleasure.
Her body slumped inside the machine, completely passed out, pussy still twitching around Oolong’s cock as cum leaked out and dripped down her thighs.
Oolong pulled out slowly, watching his thick creampie ooze from her swollen, spanked-red pussy.
Her ass glowed bright red from all the spanking, and her breasts hung heavily with red marks from being pulled and pinched.
He patted her limp ass gently, “Hehe… that was perfect, Bulma.
You sounded so cute when you went from angry to begging.
Next time I’ll trap you even longer~” Oolong quickly cleaned up the obvious mess, pulled her panties and skirt back into place as best he could, and unlocked the lab door.
He left Bulma still stuck inside the machine, unconscious and thoroughly fucked, her soft breathing echoing faintly from the speakers.
Later, when Bulma would wake up sore, dripping, and confused, she would have no clear memory of who or what had happened — only the lingering pleasure and the red handprints on her ass and the strange satisfaction between her legs.
Oolong waddled away with a huge satisfied grin, already thinking about the next invention he could “help” Bulma test.
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📢 Author’s Update The Dragon Ball fanfic “Dragon Ball: Oolong’s Harem Conquest” is now officially complete!