As Bulma asserted her dominance over Vegeta with her foot, she couldn't help but savor the new control she had over him. Her foot was still pressed against his chest, trapping him and ensuring his obedience. She reveled in the feeling of power that surged through her veins.
The overpowering smell of her feet filled the room, the strong, pungent odor serving as a constant reminder to Vegeta of his submission. Bulma's toes, damp with sweat, clung to her face, and the salty, spicy taste of her sweat lingered on her tongue.
A mischievous smile appeared on Bulma's lips as she said, "You know, Vegeta, I haven't washed my feet in days. But I think it's working really well for me now, don't you?"
She continued to use her foot to press against his face, emphasizing her control over him. Vegeta, with his pride shattered, had no choice but to submit to her rule.
Bulma's excitement grew with each passing moment. Knowing that her husband was under her control and that her dirty feet were smothering him in a thick miasma made her pussy start to cry out for attention.
While her foot crushed Vegeta, her right hand sought the waistband of his shorts, finding its way underneath his white panties stained with sweat and his own fluids. Bulma then sent two fingers into her vagina, and began to work her rhythm.
As Bulma kept her foot pressing on Vegeta's chest, her expression of pleasure was mixed with a mischievous smile. Her full, red lips parted, and she let out lewd moans as she enjoyed her husband's suffering.
She alternated between applying more pressure and releasing some, prolonging Vegeta's torment. Bulma's moans were mixed with teasing words. She whispered things like "How do you feel now, my little one?", "You're not the proud Prince of the Saiyans anymore, are you?", and "Maybe now you'll learn to treat me with more respect, darling."
Each subtle movement of her toes over Vegeta's fragile body was accompanied by a movement of her fingers deep inside her increasingly wet folds, which made her let out a low, provocative moan.
As her fingers worked their way inside, they sent shivers of pleasure down Bulma's spine which tilted slightly forward, intensifying the pressure of her foot on Vegeta. Her eyes sparkled with lust as she watched the diminutive Saiyan struggling to breathe against her weight and her stench. Each time he writhed, her moans of pleasure became more pronounced.
Panting with pleasure, Bulma continued to tease Vegeta with cruel words while she kept her foot firmly pressed on him.
"Do you like this, my little one?", she asked, a note of satisfaction in her voice. "I could make you even smaller, you know? Imagine how pathetic it would be for you!"
Vegeta, struggling to breathe beneath his wife's foot, was unable to respond. He was completely helpless in front of her, and Bulma was loving every moment of it.
She whispered in a mischievous tone, "Who is the Prince of the Saiyans now? It's certainly not you. Do you think you deserve to go back to normal? Maybe I'd rather you stay like this, a toy beneath my feet."
Bulma was determined to make Vegeta feel even smaller and more powerless than ever, and her voice, breathy with pleasure, revealed her excitement at dominating him in such a cruel way.
Every moan and taunt was like a psychological punishment for Vegeta, making his situation even more humiliating. Bulma was determined to make him recognize her position of vulnerability and submission, and her moans were the soundtrack to this cruel domination.
With a scream of pleasure that echoed throughout the room, Bulma increased the pressure of her foot on Vegeta, crushing him further against the floor. She was beside herself with excitement, feeling the power and control she had over the Prince of Saiyans diminished to a state of complete submission.
"Ahhhh, that feels so good, my darling!" Bulma exclaimed, her voice thick with lust. "Feel your place, right under my feet, where you belong!"
Vegeta could barely breathe under his wife's weight, and the feeling of being crushed by her was overwhelming. Every grunt and moan from Bulma only increased her feeling of helplessness and humiliation.
"How about you becoming even smaller, Vegeta?", she murmured, her voice full of desire. "I would love to see you become a mere toy in my hands, helpless and tiny."
Bulma enjoyed the moment, savoring every second of complete domination over the proud Saiyan. She was in control, and nothing could stop her from enjoying the feeling of power and pleasure that this situation gave her.
"YES! ” Bulma's moans echoed in the small room. "SMALLER! SMALLER!
As she spoke, Vegeta's body began to shrink even more, as if he was being squeezed under Bulma's crushing pressure. Every inch he lost made him feel even more helpless and vulnerable.
"WEAKER! MORE PATHETIC, MORE RIDICULOUS! MORE FRAGILE! WHILE MAKING ME EVEN BIGGER THAN YOU, STRONGER, BIGGER AND BETTER! ” With a shrill scream Bulma finally came. Her body shook, losing weight on top of Vegeta, who was now smaller than a newborn baby at 25 centimeters tall.
After a few minutes of catching her breath, Bulma came to. She hadn't felt this good in a long time. “I can get used to this, in fact I will! ” With that statement Bulma stood up.
Picking up Vegeta's unconscious body with just one hand she took him to her laboratory to prepare him for the next lesson.
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