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Bulma's Bimbofication!
🕑 Added 2023-02-07 00:46:46 +0000 UTC
“You know ever since I started dating my Krillin-pooh I always wanted to have some quality time with his friends,” Maron said, sitting across from Bulma inside the Kame house. “I mean you guys are like totes’ interesting. “
“Same to you,” Bulma said, looking over at the blue-haired bimbo sitting across from her. Bulma never had any intention of speaking with Maron let alone being left in the same house with her while her friends were out.
“I hear you’re like super smart, but you’re a girl,” Maron said to Bulma.
“Excuse me?” Bulma asked her back shocked by her statement.
“Yeah, like why bother being smart when you’re hot, while I guess for someone your age you need to add a bit more onto your dating resume,” Maron said insulting Bulma even further.
“I worked hard to get where I am today!” Bulma yelled at her.
“I’m sure that you did,” Maron said, not interested in what she had to say. “You know what, we should play a game of poker. It’s so much more fun than just sitting here and doing nothing. How about whoever loses had to do what the winner says for an entire month.”
“That’s stupid, there is no way that I would lose,” Bulma said frustrated with this girl.
“Then you like have no reason not to play,” Maron said, bringing out a deck of cards before starting the game. “Now let’s begin.”
Bulma tried her best to play against Maron confident that she would win against Maron even if she didn’t try, though as the game progressed she just kept losing. She couldn’t read past Maron’s ditzy expression at all. It was like she wasn’t thinking at all and just using our dumb luck.
“Hah! I win!” Maron said, looking back at Bulma with a smug expression across her face.
“What!? This is impossible!” Bulma yelled out complaining at her utterly complete defeat to Maron. “There’s no way that I could lose to a dumb bimbo like you! You must have created! There’s no way that I couldn’t even beat you once!”
“How rude!” Maron said to the furious Bulma. “I played the game fair and square middle-aged women like yourself are just sore losers! You need to apologize to me right now! You should be at least able to do that, right?”
“You really think that a fucking bimbo like yourself deserves an apology!?” Bulma yelled at Maron, furious that she was called old yet again! She was only in her thirties! This was the prime of her life, she knows that she’ll find her prince someday.
“Ugh, whatever,” Maron said, ignoring the hag’s insults. This wasn’t the first time that some rude middle-aged woman has called her a bimbo. In fact, it was more of a term of empowerment for her than it was an insult.
“You still have to upload your end of the bet,” Maroon smugly said to her. “Since I won that means that you like have to do whatever I say for an entire month!”
“Did you really think that I would keep that promise?” Bulma asked her. “I know if I won then you would back out of this as well. There was no point to this in the first place.”
“Really~?” Maron said back to her innocently. “If you do that then that means that I’ll just have to tell your friend that you’re a liar and someone that breaks her promises.”
“Ugh, I don’t have time to deal with this stupid drama,” Bulma said to her. “Just tell me what you want so we can get this over with.”
“Goodie, I knew you would see it my way,” Maron said in a dark tone that no one has ever heard before. “Now for my first command I order you to lay on my lap face down,” Maron said, lightly patting her lap, signaling for Bulma to come to her.
“What?” Bulma asked her confused by what she wanted from her.
“Do what me,” Maron said to her. “Bad girls like you get spankings when they do bad things. You tried backing out of our bet so that makes you a naughty little bad girl. Now get over here right now, that’s an order.”
“Bulma reluctantly listened to Maron and laid down on her knee. Maroon then pulled down Bulma’s pants to reveal her black thong and then Maron began her spanking session without hesitation.
“Wait! Stop! Stop! This is too hard!” Bulma cried out in pain. When Bulma heard spankings she thought that there was no way that Maron could harm, her that much. Though the moment that her hand made contact with Bulma's thick ass for the first time she regrated thinking that Maron was weak.
Maron was spanking Bulma so hard that she was not only crying out in pain, but tears started to flow out of her eyes as well. Maron smiled sadistically down at Bulma. She knew that middle-aged women like her thought that she was all looks and no brawn, but she works out constantly to maintain her perfect figure. A girl isn’t born this sexy; it takes work to look this good.
“Now apologize! Apologize!” Maron demanded as she continued to spank Bulma, making her ass redder with each smack.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Bulma yelled out, begging for Maron to stop. She had never been so humiliated before and just want it to end!
“That’s a good girl,” Maron said., proud of Bulma new found obedience to her. “Now let’s move on to my next order.
A few days had passed since Bulma lost the bet against Maron and now they were both living in the same room together at Bulma's own home. This was to make sure that Bulma wouldn’t try to run away from her promise. Plus it gave Maron unlimited access to the Briefs fortune, which she decided to use on her pet project.
The main reason Maron suggested the bet in the first place was because she was disappointed in Bulma. For someone who was middle-aged, she still had a sexy body, but she did nothing with it. So she decided to take control and make Bulma more like herself. Like, come on who wouldn’t want to be a hot sexy bitch like her?
She was going to spend this entire month that she had Bulma under her control to make her the perfect version of herself. To begin with her transformation Maron decided that Bulma need a severe image overhaul, ugly shirts, and pants, ugh, those would never do.
Maron threw out all of Bulma’s clothes while she slept, giving her no other choice but to dress the way that Maron wanted her to.
“Maron what the hell!?” Bulma yelled at her noticing that all of her clothes were stuffed into the trash can. “What am I going to wear now?”
“You’ll have to wear these,” Maron said, presenting Bulma with her signature sexy short tight red dress. “Go on put it on, that’s an order,” she said forcing Bulma into the dress against her will.
“Are you happy now?” Bulma asked her, thinking that she looked like a prostitute at the moment.
“Hmm, it’s like totes better than before, but you’re missing something. Oh that’s it! It’s that ugly hair of yours,” Maron said lifting up Bulma’s hair before pushing her down into a chair. “Let’s fix that fix now.”
Then without Bulma’s consent, Maron began to cut, style, and dye Bulma’s hair to look exactly like hers. “There, much better,” Maron said, proud of her work. “There’s no way that you could have gotten far with the guys if you kept such an ugly hairstyle. Besides, I did you a favor. I could tell that you were trying to copy my blue hair anyway so I thought that it would be best to make you look more like the real thing.”
“No! I didn’t want this!” Bulma yelled, furious that she now looked identical to Maron. “I look like a slut!”
“Ugh there is just no pleasing some girls,” Maron said mocking Bulma. “We’ll have to work on that attitude of yours. Guys don’t like girls that complain all the time. You need to make them want to pamper you, not want to run away from you.”
“Though first let’s first that way of talking of you. You sound like a lame granny; heck my grandma talks like she is younger than you. That cannot stick. You are a hot bitch and you’ll have to start talking like one.”
“No! I am done with this shit!” Bulma yelled at her. “These past few days have been hell! But today you have gone too far! I will not be your fucking dress-up doll for the rest of the month!”
“Haaaaaah?” Maron got in front of Bulma giving off a menacing tone.” Do you really think that you have a choice anymore? I guess if you want to disobey that means that you’re ready for another round of spankings?”
“Nooo!” Bulma yelled covering beneath Maron as she hide her ass.. “For the past few days, Maron has been spanking her nonstop to make her obedient. Bulma was a tough nut to crack, but with the right incentive, it was easy enough for Maron to get her to comply.
“Fine,” Bulma said weakly afraid of getting spanked again.
“That’s a good girl,” Maron said to Bulma, caressing her face. “And while we’re on the matter of fixing your speech how about we get rid of all this nerdy stuff you have lying around. You have a total closet dedicated to this nerdy stuff when it could easily be used for your shoes girl.”
“Also thinking of those nerdy thoughts should be a no go as well,” Maron said to her. “All you need to think about is finding a man that will buy you lots of things. Guys aren’t interested in nerds. Well, at least guys with big dicks aren’t.”
“But I can buy things for myself?” Bulma said to her confused by what she meant.
“Ugh, that’s not the point,” Maron said disappointed that Bulma has never used a man to buy her things before. “We have a lot of work to do.”
-1 Week later-
“And then I like help Goku collect the DragonBalls, it was totes amazing,” Bulma said telling Maron about her adventures. Her speech pattern had become more like Maron’s over the past week, and she had slowly started acting more and more like a bimbo without realizing it. There were even several times when she looked at her lab and didn’t even remember what she did back there. All she thought was turning that area into a new closet for all the clothes that she and Matron have been buying for themselves.
“You like totes have an active imagination girl,” Maron said to Bulma.
“Active imagination? Girl, I was totes there,’ Bulma said to herself, trying to convince Maron that it had actually happened.
“Yeah and like when you told me about that Namic place you went to, with my Krillin-pooh and a ten-year-old child to fight an effeminate alien, with a bad taste in lipstick,” Maron said to her, blowing her adventure off as another crazy story of hers.
“It’s called Namek and I flew a spaceship to get there,” Bulma insisted.
“Really a spaceship? Girl you can’t even drive a car, how do you expect to fly a spaceship? Remember that one of my boyfriends usually drives us everywhere.”
“And this whole thing about you being some genius inventor, really? Girl when we were still, in school your test scores were worse than mine. Maybe since your daddy is a big shit scientist you would like to think that you were one, but you’re not.”
“If you were you would be like totes unattractive as him. Like I don’t mind older men, but your pops need to take better care of himself.”
“What? I’m totes smarter than you in every way!” Bulma said to Maron.
“Okay prove it? What’s ((3x7)/2)x(8+1)?” Maron asked Bulma a simple math equation.
“That’s easy,” Bulma said confidently to Maron. “It's 95.”
“Pfft, it’s actually 94.5,” Maron said to her, and then she load it up on a calculator proving that she was right and Bulma was wrong.
“What no, that can’t be!” Bulma said, her pride shattering after realizing that Marion was smarter than her.
“See?, it’s just like I told you, girl. You’re not some super genius and those adventures of yours are just stories. You may be friends with my Krillin-pooh, but that doesn’t mean that you get to make lies up about being on their adventures. Though I’m sure that many guys would love to hear about them, so keep up the good work.”
“I guess you’re right,” Bulma said to her. “I must have just got into hearing about their adventures that I wanted to see myself there with them. I’m such a ditz sometimes.”
“It’s an alright girl, guys like ditzes, it makes them feel like they're empowered. If you act like that they’ll be eating out of the palm of your hand.”
Maron smiled sadistically at Bulma. Her planed over the past week had finally started to bear fruit. Each night she would make Bulma listen to specially made hypnosis tapes in her sleep that Maron knew how to make thanks to one of her ex-boyfriends. These tapes would help drain away from her intelligence, and help make her more obedient to Maron as well as turning her slowly into the beautiful bimbo that Marin knew she could be. It would only be a matter of time before Maron got what she wanted.
“No! I like don’t wanna be a ditz!” Bulma whined, upset that she was losing her smarts.
“Don’t worry about it girl,” Marion said to her. “I know what will help, let’s go into the pool and have some fun!” Maron yelled dragging Bulma away and forcing her into a spare of her skimpy yellow swimsuit that dug into Bulma's ass. Though because her breasts were as big as Maron’s the top half was a bit loose, threatening to show her bare tits to anyone around.
“Don’t worry about it, you’re way better off without that pesky intelligence of yours. Trust me, when I get down teaching you, you’ll be glad that your empty head was filled with that knowledge than your made-up stories.”
After they were done swimming Maron started running Bulma through her exercise routine. Though to Bulma's embarrassment, it was nothing but embarrassing aerobics exercises and a ton of squats.
All of this managed to tire Bulma out considerably, but Maron on the other hand didn’t even break a sweat. In time Bulma would get used to this and her curves, hips, thighs, and ass would thank her for it, making her have the same figure as Maron.
“Maron can we please stop,” Bulma whined to Maron. “I don’t want to do this anymore. You said that this would be easy. I don’t understand why I need to work out when my body’s already in great condition. All this pointless exercising is making my fat ass and thighs hurt.”
“I’ll tell you what will hurt even more, and that’s getting flipped over on my knee with my hand repeatedly smacking you in the ass,” Maron said, threatening to spank her. “Now you’ll continue with your workout if you know what’s best for you,” Maron said.
“Yes ma’am,” Bulma said as she continued to do squats. “I still don’t like this,” she whined as tears started to flow down her cheeks, though she would rather do this than have to be spanked by Maron again. There was nothing that she could do to defy her. If she could hold out for the remainder of the month there may be a chance.
Though at the start of the fourth week it was clear that Bulma would never be the same ever again.
“No, how is this happening?” She asked herself, laying done on her bed, looking at her reflection from the giant wall-size mirror that Maron made her install in her room so that she could see her new beautiful self every day.
Bulma couldn’t believe that in just a short span of time her body could be completely looked like that of another person. She looked as if she could be Maron’s twin sister.
“It’s not that bad, right?” she said to herself, lifting up her leg, inspecting her thick ass and thighs. She wondered how much they matched Maron’s after continuing her workout routine, and diet for half a month.
Though she only asked herself this to try and trick herself into thinking that she still looked a bit like her original self. Though it was no use, Maron had made sure that Bulma's diet, workout routine, and beauty routine were the exact same as her own.
Marron watched sadistically as Bulma secretly admired her new form. She could tell that Bulma didn’t fully accept it just yet, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was making Bulma enjoy her new form. Accepting it or not it was far better than that granny form she had before she met with Maron.
Maron knows that Bulma will eventually see it her way and choose to never go back to her old self. Well, that is to say, if there was even an opportunity to change back. To be honest she found it funny that someone as proud as Bulma could be manipulated this easily. Perhaps there was a part of her deep down inside of her that had always wanted to be a dumb bimbo. To be honest what bombshell girls like Maron and now Bulma don’t want to be constantly pampered?
Well no matter, she still had plenty of time with Bulma to herself. Now it was time for those two girls to hit the pool again.
“Oh Bulma, look what I have for you,” Maron said as she skipped her way into Bulma's room with two skimpy yellow swimsuits.
“Maron please not this again,” Bulma whined with her still remembering the first time that she forced Bulma to wear that swimsuit. Halfway into the day, the entire top slipped off, giving Maron an eyeful of her bare tits!
“Come on girl, it’ll be fun,” Maron said tossing Bulma her swimsuit before stripping down butt naked in front of her. Bulma had to admit upon seeing it that she had an 11 out of 10 body. The boys would be all over her if they went to the beach instead of her personal pool.
In fact, there was even a slight part of her that wanted a piece of Maron for herself… Wait what the hell was she saying? She was a girl and Maron was a girl. Bulma needed a big strong man to take care of her, not a bombshell like Maron.
…Wait, a big strong man? Why was she thinking about this? Why was she thinking about pleasuring a man and clinging to his arms, rubbing her gigantic tits against his arms.? This didn’t make sense something was wrong, something wa-
“Bulma are you going to put that swimsuit on or am I going to have to force it on you after I give you the spanking of a lifetime?” Maron asked her, already dressed in her swimsuit, waiting for Bulma.
Bulma who still feared facing Maron’s wrath slowly put the swimsuit on, though as she did she noticed that it felt different this time. Her ass was thiccer now so when the first part of the swimsuit slipped on her she felt a wave of ecstasy as it was eaten by her ass. It dug against her crotch, tempting her to pleasure herself, but she resisted the urge, slipping on the rest of the swimsuit.
This time the swimsuit was tightly oppressed against her tuts, so tight that her nipples were popping out of the thin swimsuit material. Feeling her tits become more sensitive she actually went in and began founding herself almost forgetting that Marion was there. When she started to lower her hand towards her crotch she was interrupted by Maron.
“Now Bulma we all know that there is time and a place for everything.,” Maron said to her, making Bulma look right at her with a sexually frustrated glare. “Now, now, don’t give me that glare, you can have that type of fun later,” she said, grabbing Bulma's arm before dragging her towards the pool.
“Though getting a better look at you I would have to say that your totes sexy right now,” Maron said sizing up Bulma. “I’m so proud that you can finally fill out that swimsuit now. In fact, I think that it makes me want to have a taste!”
“SMACK!”
Maron gave Bulma a resounding smack on her ass to approve of her new form. Bulma whose mind was almost completely that of a bimbo’s now took that as an invention to pus Maron into the water and they started to splash each other with water. Both of them were giggling as if nothing else mattered.
Their gigantic tits and thicc asses jiggled and bounced as they played with one another. Each one in their own little world, forgetting about everything in that moment.
After they were done having their fun, Maron and Bulma dried off and relaxed on a pair of beach chairs, while one of Bulma’s butler’s brought them drinks. Before he left the builder took a long look at the two girls and to his dismay couldn’t tell which one was actually his master and which one was the bimbo.
“Hey Bulma, so do like remember a few weeks ago when you were telling more all of those fun stories that you said were actual adventures you went on?” Maron asked her.
“Stories?” Bulma asked her back confused as she took a sip from her drink.
“You know the one where you and Goku hunted down the magical DragonBalls or when you said you went off-planet to Numek. Remember those stories that you used to tell me all the time insisting that you didn’t make them up but they were actually real.”
“Uh, like that movie we watch the other day about that weird blue hedgehog?” Bulma asked, thinking that what Maron was telling her probably came from that.
“No, not the movie,” Maron said to her, a sadistic grin forming across her face.
“I have like no clue what you’re talking about girl,’ Bulma said back to her. She could no longer remember her past adventures anymore. “It must have been just something I made up without thinking about too much.”
“You’re right girl,” Maron said agreeing with Bulma. She was happy to see that the once-proud genius was nothing more than a horny bimbo now. “You do have a very overactive imagination. You make up silly stories like that all the time.”
“Well you know me,” Bulma said to Maron, standing up. “Hey, butler guy bring us another round of drinks. Hey Maron, do you want to play a bit more before heading back in?” Bulma asked smiling like a ditz as she waved for Maron to come over to her.
Bulma and Maron kept playing with each other in the pool for the next hour or so before heading off to bed. Once there Maron insisted on sharing the bed with Bulma to show her the pleasure of her new younger body. Pleasures that she could never experience as the old hag she once was.
This lasted all night and when they awoke the next day Bulma insisted that they go again, but Maron had a surprise planned for Bulma today, so their “fun time” would have to wait.
“Alright you horny bitch let’s get dressed,” Maron said tossing Bulma over a sexy red thing that matched her own.
“But I want to go again~’ Bulma whined pulling up the covers over her body. “What a little horny bimbo you are,” Maron said at her licking her lips, resisting the urge to pounce on her right now.
“Sorry, but we’re going shopping today, and you know what that means,” Maron said. Upon hearing that word Bulma threw the sheets off of herself.
“Are you serious?” Bulma asked her, not certain if this was Marion trying to mess with her like always.
“Of course I am silly,” Maron said to her. “Now get dressed or I’ll just have to take all of the hot boys for myself.”
“No fair!” Bulma yelled, jumping out of her bed, and hurrying to get dressed. “You always get the best ones; I want a turn to have fun as well.”
“Then you better hurry up,” Maron said slowly walking out of the room with Bulma quickly following after her.
Once at the mall Bulma and Maron strolled along looking for potential targets. They were wearing the exact same red dress and Bulma found that she was in perfect sync with Maron to her excitement. To her current knowledge, this was all she wanted. She looked and acted like Maron who she considered her idol.
Even their thicc asses were in sync as they slowly walked passed other customers that couldn’t help but stare at their asses, much to their female partner’s dismay.
“That’s it girl you doing great,” Maron said to Bulma. “We show what we got, and we act like the queens we are. There are only a specific few men that can satisfy us and we need t be on constant watch for them. If there are other women with them we use our natural charm to push them out, taking their men.”
“Remember girl, you are not here to spend your money, you’re here to spend some dumb horny man’s money. They will buy everything for you and all you have to do is inflate that fragile little ego of theirs.”
“Look over there,” Maron said pointing to a tan guy that was twice their size and built like a god. “That man will be a perfect first target for you. Make him buy you as many clothes as he can. It doesn’t matter what you get, because as long as he gives you the receipt you can get rid of what you don’t want later and keep the money all for yourself.”
“Maron, I’m not sure I’m ready,” Bulma said nervously to Maron.
“Don’t worry girl, you just need a little push!” Maron pushed Bulma causing her to stumble right into the guy.
“I’m like so sorry!” Bulma said, while unconsciously feeling the man’s rock-hard abbs. “I’m like a totally clutz.”
“Really such a pretty little thing like yourself doesn’t look like that much of a clutz to me,” the man said as he started to flirt with her.
“No, I’m like the biggest clutz around, I’m always making a mess and I can never think straight anymore,” Bulma said, looking seductively into his eyes. “everything I’m wearing was picked out by a friend. I’ve actually never chosen clothes for myself before.”
“That’s terrible,” the man said, completely fallen for Bulma's clutz act. “A girl as hot as you needs to be able to wear whatever she wants.”
“Thanks, but I don’t have the money to buy myself new clothes,” Bulma said, as fake tears started to form in her eyes.
“Then worry not, because I can buy you as many clothes as you want,” the man said pulling out his black card. “My father’s rich enough to buy this entire mall, so a few clothes shouldn’t be that much,” he said trying to impress Bulma.
“Wow, you must be like famous or something!” Bulma yelled out pretending to be seduced by him.
“I’m not that famous,” he said blushing. “Hey, I see that you have a friend over there, if she needs some new clothes as well, I’ll be more than happy to cover her bill as well,” he said, looking at Maron who looked just like Bulma.
What’s better than seducing a hot bimbo, than seducing her hot sister, or a look-alike along with her. These girls would be an easy mark. A few pieces of fabric and they would be putty in his hands. Unfortunately for this unnamed man, he would learn to regret those thoughts.
After several hours of shopping, dress up montages, and having to carry dozens of their bags with their clothes, the man was starting to feel the weight of his arrogance. Though it would be all worth it in the end.
“And there you girls go,” the man said loading their private car with all of their bags for them.
“OMG! You are such a gentleman Bulma and Maron said at the same time, both giving him small peeks on the cheek.
“We would love to stay and hang out with you some more, but our schedules are packed for the day,” Bulma said to him. “Though you can take this and call us for some fun anytime you want,” she said writing a fake phone number on his arm. He thought that he got lucky but unfortunately, he just spent thousands of his father’s money on girls that he would most likely never see again, sucks to be him.
Bulma and Maron got into their car and their chauffeur drove them away, as they waved goodbye to the man. Once they could no longer see him they stopped waving.
“Hahahahahahaha! What a fucking loser!” they both said at the same time.
“Did you see that face he made when I was talking about him being famous?” Bulma asked Maron.
“Like OMG! That horny loser thought that you were going to fuck him!” Maron yelled out. “Just wait until he uses that number we gave him!”
“Wait that wasn’t a fake number?” Bulma asked wondering what it was.
“Oh no, that number was real, but it was to the most popular S&M orgy joint in the entire city! I know several of the guys there and they would love to make him their little bitch.”
“That’s amazing!” Bulma said, awed by Maron’s brilliance. “What next?”
“What’s next is that you get yourself a sugar daddy. I have my Krillin-pooh and now you need one of your own. Doing stuff like this is fun, but if you don’t have a whipped boyfriend or girlfriend that is willing to buy you whatever you want when you want it you aren’t truly living.”
“OMG! Now that I think about it Krillin is like super-hot. He’s small and cute, and not to mention he has a big wallet. Because of his height, he will never be able to stand over me. He could pleasure me while standing up. I could hide the under a dress and have him go at it. It could even be in public!”
“Just thinking about it is turning me on, Maron, could you like give me Krillin or wait better yet we could share him,” Bulma said flowing after her lust. “He may be short but he is one of the strongest men in the world. I bet that one singular woman couldn’t satisfy home, but the both of us could. God, I want him so bad.”
“Sorry girl, but for now Krillin solely belongs to me,” Maron said to Bulma’s disappointment. “What you need to do first is find yourself, someone, to practice kissing with for when you find that perfect man of yours. I would offer to be your partner, but as you must know from last night, my technique is much more developed than yours. It would be pointless for you to practice with me.”
“How about we go to Kame house and think of a few people that could work for you,” Maron said, before ordering the chauffeur to bring them to the Kame house.
The chauffeur did as he was told because just like the rest of the Briefs employees, he couldn’t tell which one was the real Bulma anymore and he decided to obey both of them.
The funny thing about all of this was that Mr. Briefs could easily fix this mess and save his daughter, but he didn’t because he actually enjoyed watching his arrogant daughter get what she had coming to her.
“Finally we’re here,” Maron said as she and Bulma jumped out of the car. “Ugh like could you drive any slower,” she said to the chauffer, who gave her a dark glare before driving away.
“Okay girl it’s time to get changed,” Maron said looking to Bulma, holding out her sexy yellow swimsuit.
“But, I like though we were going to think a few kissing partners for me to practice on,” Bulma said innocently.
“Well that’s the thing,” Maron said to her with a sadistic smile across her face. “The perfect kissing partner for you is right here at the Kame house!”
“Please don’t tell me that it’s that creepy old man Roshi,” Bulma said to Maron, worried that she would try doing that to her. “I would rather totes kiss the turtle than him.”
“That’s great because that’s the guy that I was thinking of,” Maron said to her, as she started to help Bulma slip into her swimsuit.
“What?” Bulma asked her back confused by what she was talking about. “I’m sorry io must have misheard because I like thought you just said that you wanted me to kiss the turtle.”
“You heard me right,” Maron said to her. “I want you to practice kissing that turtle for one whole hour.
“What!? No way I’m kissing the turtle!” Bulma whined. Even in her current ditzy bimbo state, she didn’t feel right kissing a turtle. “I don’t wanna, and you can’t make me! That turtle is gross!” she whined like a spoiled brat to Maron’s delight, though that wasn’t going to get her out of this.
“Really?” Maron asked Bulma, giving her a dark glare. “Fine, you don’t have to kiss the turtle if you don’t want to. Though that’ll mean another round of spankings for you and I’ll make you kiss the old man.”
“Why are you acting as if I’m being unfair here?” Maron asked looking at Bulma who was pouting even more now. “It’s clear that you don’t trust my judgment, so why should I continue to help you?”
“No, no, I do trust you!” Bulma said as she started to panic. “I trust you more than I trust myself!”
“If that’s true then stop being such an airhead and just let me do the thinking for you. It’s obvious after spending almost an entire month with you that you’re too dumb to think for yourself. Just let me guide you to the person you were always meant to be. You can even think of me as your younger twin sister. You’re obviously the older less talented twin sister that copies me, but I still do my best to take care of you.”
“Sure, you always know what’s best for me sis!” Bulma happily agreed with her as she was broken mentally. She had finally become the exact girl/sister that Maron wanted her to become.
Seconds later Bulma saw the turtle laying on the sand. She snatches the turtle off guard, forcing him to face her. "Hey, getting a better look at you and I can tell that you're like totes a cutie. You should be like grateful that you get to taste these bombshell lips for the next hour." Then before the turtle could protest she proceeded to passionately make out with him, using the techniques that Maron had taught her, leaving multiple kiss marks all over his body.
Marron watched Bulma demean herself by making out with a turtle because she was told to do it. She laughed to herself as she began to record the whole thing. Just wait until the rest of the gang see’s this. None of them would ever believe that it was Bulma that begged to be Maron’s “student/sister” in finding love and living like a bimbo after copying Maron’s looks.
Though they will probably be more surprised when she announces that she’s actually in love with the turtle. Sucks to be you Yamcha, that bombshell will never take you back now.
