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[ONESHOT] Accidents Happen
🕑 Added 2022-10-28 22:17:12 +0000 UTCAnother one from my vault of writing scraps --- enjoy!
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“Oh- shit!”
Crash, shatter!
With a loud and messy-sounding symphony of toppling flesh and furniture, Bulma’s rolling chair slipped out suddenly from beneath her. As the bluenette crashed onto her desk below and got the wind knocked from her, she silently accepted that it probably would’ve been smarter to use the folding ladder in the closet to reach the highest shelf instead…
Fortunately for Bulma, the worst of the damage seemed to be getting winded after the rough impact, allowing herself to sit back on the floor and just catch her breath in the moments that followed…
Guuurgle, slosh…
“Hm?” Bulma perked up at the sound of moving liquid; shit, did she spill something on the desk? She had papers up there! When she tried to stand though, she was met with a shocking amount of resistance — it was like she was wearing some of Goku’s weighted clothing!
Wait…
Sparing a slow glance down, two things became apparent to her: The first thing being that the wetness she’d dismissed as being sweat was in fact a distinctly turquoise fluid now soaked into her jumpsuit. The second thing..?
Oh, just her body bloating and pushing its way out of her jumpsuit, already breaking her zipper open so her expanding gut and breasts could better breathe. Normal things, you know?
“Great.” Bulma sucked air in through her teeth, rolling her eyes as she felt her clothes growing ever tighter and her breasts ever fuller with milk. “Now I’m gonna become a big leaking blob for the next 48 hours. Again.”
Knowing she couldn’t just sit here and let herself expand into all of her furniture (and other serums), she went through the arduous struggle of getting to her feet. Rips and tears were forming along the seams of her jumpsuit as she finally stood hunched, sloshing and wobbling about with all of the strenuous movement.
Creeeeak, slosh…
“Fortunately, I considered this as a possibility after last time…” Every step ruined her attire further with little rrriiips, and she did her best to ignore how oddly good it felt for the tightness of her clothes to make milk squirt out sporadically to focus on the task at hand.
Her widening hips brushed against either side of the door frame as she left her lab, feeling her ass wobble and bounce with every waddling footstep she made further down the hall. The extra weight was making it a very exhausting task, and by the time she reached the door at the end of the hall she was huffing, puffing, and shaking a little.
“C’mon, Bulma. Just- huff, puff- a little further…” She was easily beyond a quarter ton at this point, her pudgy palm and fingers barely being registered by the biometrics scanner on the door. It felt like it took forever for the mechanical door to lift open, and it took even longer for her to squeeze her annoyingly wide ass through.
Her clothes were on their last leg, and with an explosive symphony of tears and loud whip crack-esque sounds, she eventually reached full nudity — nothing but a trail of tattered cloth behind her to mark her once-clothed state.
“A-alright…” Bulma croaked, the weight becoming too much to bear as she finally dropped onto the padded floor of the room. Her breasts sloshed and sprayed out twin jets of milk with the sudden impact, and she let out a reflexive moan from the increasing stimulation of her growing body.
“Computer, activate… huff, puff… the ‘Big Beautiful Bulma’ failsafe…” She sank back, using her growing rear as a dual bean bag chairs while letting her hands roam up to her chest. She was gonna have to wait this out, so she might as well let herself enjoy it.
The temperature in the room began to drop steadily to account for her growing size, bringing Bulma some relief from the worst of her newfound insulation. Alongside the change in temperature, two tubes with claw-like attachments lowered from the ceiling a short ways in front of her.
“Oh, here comes the fun part…” Bulma giggled tiredly to herself, finding a strange amusement in the way her swelling belly and breasts took up more and more of her vision. She was almost definitely immobile at this point, if not from weight then from sheer scale.
A sharp gasp pushed from her lips as the two claws grabbed onto her puffy areolae, their padded and rounded surfaces allowing them to grip firmly without harming her. That gasp trailed off into a pleasured shiver though, as the suction began.
Even as her body swelled out in every direction, growing bigger and heavier, her breasts growing larger and larger as the milk amassed quicker than it could be pumped, Bulma no longer worried or complained. Instead she just… enjoyed it.
Her hands groped at the increasing surface area of her breasts, not caring how she could barely reach a fraction of their mass and instead just loving how she could make her milk jet out even faster into the pumps if she squeezed just right. She jiggled her body until she was panting, loving the overwhelming sense of stimulation that came with so much mass jiggling and wobbling against itself.
Even with the lowered temperature of the room, Bulma’s rather stimulating exercise worked up quite a sweat, the immobilized blob of a woman letting her eyes sink shut and just take it all in.
It wasn’t much longer before the growth settled down, and opening her eyes revealed that she couldn’t see anything in front of her except flesh. Her massive breasts sloshed and jiggled with the forceful pumping that did its best to remove all the milk, and seemingly also did its best to drive her into yet another orgasm already. But, no amount of pumping seemed to make a dent just yet, while the serum remained at its most potent.
“Maybe… maybe it’s not so bad, a mandatory break…” Bulma couldn’t help but smile as she thought about the next 48 or so hours: Nothing but the blissful sensations of her swollen frame, combined with the constant pleasure of having the milk pumped from her breasts.
All of that, plus the ice cream that was soon to come, made with much of her excess milk? Yeah, this sounded just fine to her…
Fin.
Comments
Eve Cable
Perfect!!!
BlimpExploder
Damn if you did story comms I’d so get one from you lol
