Bulma, her voluptuous form radiating sensuality, took a new bath sponge and applied the cherry-scented soap with deliberate, tantalizing slowness. She allowed herself a moment to savor the sweet scent, her eyes half-closed and her lips parted as she deeply inhaled the fragrance.
With a sensual smile, Bulma gently cradled her husband's small body in her hands, her touch strangely gentle considering the unconventional circumstances. Using tap water, she carefully washed off the excess mucus and other impurities from the miniature body. Vegeta, now completely resigned to his bizarre fate, offered no resistance as the hot water fell on him.
Once he was clean enough, Bulma placed her husband on top of the bath sponge and gracefully stepped into the tub herself. The water, warm and inviting, caused a moan of pleasure to escape her plump, cherry-colored lips.
"OOOHHHhhh!!" Bulma's sigh of relief was accompanied by a shiver of pleasure as the comforting warmth enveloped her. Her tense muscles relaxed as she settled into the comforting bathwater, and the bathroom was soon filled with the sweet scent of cherry, creating an atmosphere of pure indulgence. Thin wisps of steam rose from the bathtub, adding an ethereal and seductive quality to the scene.
Bulma then began washing herself with the sponge, using slow, deliberate movements. The sponge slid over her glowing skin, creating a cherry-scented soapy foam that only intensified the tantalizing scent of the room. Her eyes were half-closed as she gave herself over to the sensory pleasure of the bath.
But Bulma's attention soon turned to the small figure clutching her bath sponge. With a mischievous smile, she moved it sensually across her body. Vegeta couldn't do anything, and he had already accepted that he couldn't do it, he just let himself be used as part of his wife's personal hygiene.
Trapped within the confines of the sponge that Bulma wielded sensually, Vegeta embarked on an unexpected journey through the diverse landscapes of his wife's colossal body.
First, he navigated the soft slopes of her legs, his small form sliding along her soft skin as she continued to pamper herself. The surface beneath him was soft and tender, a stark contrast to the colossal stature that loomed above. Bulma's voice, full of sensual condescension, purred, "See, darling, those legs are as powerful as they are irresistible. A stark contrast to your fragile little form, wouldn't you agree?"
Moving up, he explored the sensual curve of her back, every inch a tribute to her strength and grace. Bulma's voice, like velvet laced with desire, whispered, "My back, Vegeta, is a canvas of allure and strength. A far cry from your pitiful size, isn't it?"
Traveling through her arms, he felt the relentless reminder of her authority, the touch of the sponge conveying its unspoken message. Bulma's words dripped with intoxicating dominance as she declared, "These arms, love, are my tools of control and sensuality. A stark contrast to your tiny, insignificant body."
Then, she ventured into the delicate terrain of the armpits, a space where her insignificance was accentuated. Bulma's voice, like a tempting tease, purred, "You find yourself nestled in my most intimate places, darling. In the depths of my armpits, where your size is as small as your presence."
Vegeta's passage through her sumptuous breasts was a journey through his own surrender. The touch of the sponge conveyed his overwhelming dominance of form as Bulma's sensual voice reminded him, "These breasts, my love, are a testament to my allure and authority. A captivating reminder of your minute existence."
Moving to her attractive ass, he became keenly aware of her role as a toy in his sensual exploration. Bulma's seductive tone caressed his ears as she murmured, "You're nestled on the throne of my voluptuous ass, darling. A place of pleasure and power you can only dream of."
Upon reaching her abdomen, the sponge pressed gently, making him aware of her control over his destiny. Bulma's voice, full of desire, emphasized, "My abdomen is a nexus of strength and desire, where I hold your destiny in my hands, my dear."
Finally, his odyssey brought him to his feet, where her powerful soles caressed him with each step. Bulma's voice, heavy and dominated, whispered, "And at my feet, you lie, helpless and adorable. A testament to my complete control over your tiny existence."
As Bulma continued to indulge in her sensual bath, exploring her curves and savoring the seductive sensations, she finally reached the culmination of her personal spa time. Her movements became more languid, more deliberate, and the room filled with the seductive scent of cherry.
The warm water embraced her like the ministrations of a lover, and her body responded with a cheeky moan of pleasure. Her head tilted back and her lips parted as she basked in the sensual delight of the bath. The room echoed with the soft melody of her sigh, a symphony of desire and indulgence.
With a sensual smile, Bulma gently rescued Vegeta from the sponge that had been her unconventional container. She allowed him to rest on her belly, a temporary respect in the great adventure of their unorthodox intimacy. As he stood there, a small figure on her vast canvas, she watched him with a mixture of affection and playful desire that captivated the prince in a way he could not express himself.
As Vegeta rested on top of Bulma's belly, he enjoyed the temporary respite from the peculiar torment he had experienced in his ear. The warm, soft skin beneath him provided a strange sense of comfort, albeit an uncomfortable one under the circumstances.
However, his moment of peace was abruptly interrupted by a thunderous snore that reverberated throughout the bathroom. The sound was deafening, making the skin beneath him tremble. Startled and disoriented, Bulma jumped forward, unconsciously hugging her stomach, her pained moan escaping her lips.
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Vegeta clung to his wife's skin, unable to understand the origin of that shuddering noise. Then...
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The deafening snore was followed by a series of loud, guttural grunts that emanated from the back of Bulma's throat. She pushed through the pain and discomfort, her grip tightening on Vegeta as a laugh just as throaty emerged. Only then did Vegeta notice that waves seemed to be spreading in circles with Bulma as the epicenter.
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With each new sound from her stomach, small bubbles began to emerge from beneath her bottom, rising to the surface of the water. As the bubbles emerged, something even more sinister began to happen.
Each round of bubbles, as they burst onto the surface of the bathtub water, released an atrocious stench that assaulted Vegeta's nostrils. The air around him became thick with an unpleasant, almost suffocating aroma that filled his tiny nostrils.
"UUUUUUhhhh!!!" Bulma let out a loud moan followed by...
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A new round of leaves and stench sprouted straight from Bulma's insides, who moaned naughty as she pushed out another batch, and another, and another...
Vegeta's tiny form was pressed between Bulma's curvy breasts and her swollen belly. He felt the vibrations running through her body with each growl she made. It was as if he was trapped in a seismic zone, with Bulma's belly serving as the epicenter.
He coughed and sniffled, trying somehow to avoid the discomfort that the smell caused him, but his situation left him with no way out. His eyes were watering, and the atmosphere in the bathtub became more and more oppressive.
As the strange symphony of noises continued, Vegeta couldn't help but express his confusion. "Bulma... are you... farting?" he asked in a dazed and atonic state.
Bulma, with a mischievous smile on her face, replied with a hint of mischief in her eyes: "And I don't think I'll stop with just that..."
Vegeta's eyes widened in shock as he realized the implications of his words. He was trapped between her breasts and her swollen, bulging belly, at the mercy of whatever bodily functions she decided to release.
Meanwhile, Bulma enjoyed the new direction of her sensual bath, indifferent to the torment of her diminutive husband, Vegeta was immersed in an olfactory nightmare. Each round of blisters brought with it a new wave of disgust and suffering, making his situation even more unbearable. He desperately yearned for some kind of relief, but it seemed like there was no end to the torment he was experiencing.
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