Science can be Op too!

Chapter 2

PLAP! PLAP!

PLAP! PLAP!

“Ahn! Ahn! Ahn! Mashhhttaaarr!” Bulma screamed as I drove her to another orgasm while I released another load inside her six month-pregnant pregnant cunt.

She’s become an obedient, happy slutslave thanks to my special training.

And thanks to her sharp intelligent mind being mostly intact. I’ve been upgraded quite a bit, thanks to more nanomachines, and a series of scientific breakthroughs made by her I’ve been granted gorilla arms from Cyberpunk, increasing my strength by a hundred ten percent.

By now I could probably handle Nappa without too much of an issue.

Vegeta might be a close fight though… but I don’t think he’d be a huge threat as long as I could beat him before he went into his Oozaru form.

Well… maybe… I might need more upgrades before I fight them. Not that I’ll need to fight them anytime close. I still have like six or seven years before they arrive, I think…

So with that in mind, it’s time I lend my attention to another woman who needs to learn her place as my obedient cocksleeve…

“I need you to distract your old man Bulma, you can do that for Master, yeah?”

The blue-haired girl blinked tilting her head to the side before flashing me a grin, her collar jingled a bit as she nodded happily.

“I can keep him busy for weeks if I let him borrow the black orb.” She mused grinding her milk leaking tits against my chest. “That won’t be a problem, will it Master?”

I hummed a little before shaking my head. “Nah, Let him have some crumbs while I fuck his wife into a pregnant cock-drunk mess.”

Bulma squeaked as I pushed my hips forward, driving my cock into her cunt. “I’m too horny to settle for just one slutslave after all.”

I need at least three…

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Doctor briefs accepted the bribe of new kinds of tech eagerly, and I ensured that Bulma gave him enough to research for a month or two at the very least.

He didn’t put up much of an argument when his heavily pregnant daughter pushed him back into his private lab either.

I grinned excitedly as I walked through the Briefs household… hunting for the blond-haired Milf known as Bikini Briefs.

And found her I did, with her tight blue jean pants around her ankles, her panties pushed to the side and her fingers slamming themselves into her hairy cunt. “Mff~ Mgfffnn~” Her other hand was covering her mouth, muffling those sweet moans of hers as she masturbated in her room.

I guess listening to Bulma and I fuck like rabbits was getting to the mature woman, heh.

I watched her head fling itself back as she came, her whole body spasmed and twitched, I continued to watch her through the cracked door.

she probably hadn’t shut it all the way when the urge for sexual relief hit her, which wasn’t a problem for me, I could enjoy the show before I stripped outside her room, grinning ear to ear before I opened the door and watched her face go from relieved to outright fear… and embarrassment as her eyes moved down my body to the rigid monster cock that she had hardened with her special show.

“Eh?!” She squeaked loudly when I was already pinning her against the bed thanks to my enhanced speed. I was already pinning her hands above her head and my throbbing cock grinding away against her cunt.

“N-No!” She whined wiggling against me and bucking her hips against my crotch, which only excited me more.

Her eyes widened, and she let out the loudest groan of sexual satisfaction I’ve ever heard from a woman when I punched her cervix with a single thrust of my hips. Her legs locked instinctively around my waist as I started to move, rocking the bed with my thrusting, letting the headboard slam against the wall as her moans and soft gasps filled the bedroom.

I released her hands in favor of wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her closer into my muscular body. She wrapped those arms around me, clawing my back as I forced myself into her womb. She screamed in my ear, cumming again while enjoying the feeling of a real man inside her.

PLAP! PLAP!

PLAP! PLAP!

Though her cumming didn’t stop me from beating her womb into submission. “Get pregnant! Get pregnant!-” I repeated my chant as I buried my face into her neck, leaving a few bitemarks here and there to show that she was my property now.

Finally, I released my pent-up load inside her, sending her into a spiraling mess of orgasms and euphoria.

She looked pretty dazed when I finally pulled out of her, letting a few ropes land on her stomach. 

“You better get ready babe… cause the next few months will be the best you’ll ever experience.”

All I got from her was a whine and soft whimpers… but that mattered little to me. Not when I was in control.

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I tugged on their leashes, the soft moonlight bearing down on us as the mother and daughter combo crawled at my side, their faces flushed with embarrassment and humiliation as their fat naked asses wobbled as they moved on all fours.

Their nude forms looked good under the moonlight.

Mother and Daughter moved perfectly in sync with one another, their eyes meeting each other and then the hardy throbbing mast of meat they were addicted to… well Bulma was addicted to it, Bikini was well on her way to addiction though.

Another month of training and she’ll be an eager cock slurping cock whore like Bulma…

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“Cumming!” Bikini whined loudly from underneath my thrusting hips. “I-I’m cumming!” Her arms tightened around me as I battered her womb. Training her had been fun, not as fun as training Bulma, but still quite fun.

PLAP! PLAP!

PLAP! PLAP!

Speaking of which… Bulma looked like she was about to burst, even as she was cuffed to the Sybian: an electric saddle that is. A powerful masturbatory device for women… and for obedient slutslaves.

Though I had set it high enough for her to enjoy… but not high enough to let her cum. Which was driving the pregnant girl crazy as she ground her hips against it, whimpering and whining through the gag I had placed in her mouth.

“Come on Bikini, You need to make me cum more than that else Bulma might go crazy from a lack of orgasms.” I teased the mother, before prying her cervix open, slamming the head of my dick into the back wall of her womb.

She screamed just as loudly as her slutty daughter.

“Cumming again? You and your daughter are nothing but sluts!” I grinned, punching her womb a few more times before pressing her face into the pillow. “Though! I love sluts who know their place!” I growled swarming her womb with my seed as I felt that load being released.

Bikini’s muffled cries of pleasure elated the high of pleasure I was feeling right now.

I helped her with another orgasm as I started to feel my own starting to gush from my crotch.

“Fuck…” I grunted finally pulling out of her and watching my seed drool from between her legs. “You’re starting to get where your place is Bikini… Good girl.”

The woman whimpered, twitching from the amount of orgasms I had allowed her to have, her body spasming and twitching, she was panting in exhaustion.

She looked satisfied though, the faint smile on her lips meant she was enjoying her slut training.

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I leaned back into the recliner, a bottle of wine beside me and a cup of it in hand, tonight was good. Tonight was really good.

Bikini and Bulma stood right before me, both dressed in cow-kinis complete with collars. Bikini with a bright red collar, and Bulma with a black one, both were complete with a bell attached to them.

Their tits bounced and wobbled as they moved to the floor, crawling over to me with their eyes glued to my exposed meat rod.

Bikini though had some hesitation, her eyes darted to the door, where her husband lay just barely within reach, as if hoping he would step through the door.

Fat chance of that ever happening though… Hah!

I snapped my fingers getting her attention, Bulma was already slobbering on her side of my dick and Bikini was slacking.

Though she lowered her head before crawling next to her second daughter before joining her in drooling on my cock…

I sipped my wine and leaned back into the recliner, enjoying two mouths slurping on my cock with a special kind of vigor.

Bikini took some time but like daughter, like mother, she fell in line quickly enough, moaning like a whore, just like Bulma…

I grunted loudly, pushing my hips forward, instinct overwhelming me as the two slaves buried their faces further into my crotch.

Two mouths soaked my rod in saliva, eager now for the seed being built up at its base.

“That’s right…”

I grunted loudly before showering them both with a heavy load of jizz. I took a sip of my wine, finishing it with an arrogant grin on my face.

“Gonna have to make me cum a few more times, sluts…”

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- Months later -

PLAP! PLAP!

PLAP! PLAP!

“Ahn! Ahn! Ahn!” Bikini whined as I pushed her head into the pillow, grunting like a beast while I enjoyed beating her pregnant cunt again for the third time today.

Her red collar bounced against her neck, a nice contrast of colors next to Bulma’s black collar. Three months pregnant, and only now starting to show.

She gave in quickly once she realized that her husband was now too busy with the small trickle of technology Bulma was feeding him to keep him in a self-imposed exile in his personal laboratory. 

“Master!” Bikini screamed into the pillow. “Master! Master! Master!” She whined excitedly, grinding her ass against my crotch as I playfully spanked, earning a small scream of pleasure from the blond-haired woman.

PLAP! PLAP!

PLAP! PLAP!

Mashing my teeth together I slammed myself into her one more time and released my seed all over my unborn children.

Bulma stepped inside the room I had conquered for myself. Our baby latched to her tit and her black collar hanging snuggly around her throat.

“Master~” She chirped happily as she placed our kid inside their crib before climbing into bed with her mother and me, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me into a deep, french kiss with plenty of tongue.

“My sister will be arriving back home in a few months from a space trip…” She cooed, her eyes moving to my rod still lodged inside her pregnant mother. “I just received her message while I was working on your upgrades.”

“That right?” I asked curiously with a growing grin, I happily wrapped an arm around the mother of my first child, now grinning ear to ear as I pulled her closely. “I guess I should welcome her to the family too…

And that’ll give me plenty of time to knock Bulma up again too.

I grinned devilishly while pushing Bulma onto the bed, next to her mother. The well-trained mother pushed her ass up into the air, grinning happily with her legs spread.

“Is Master going to knock me up again?” Bulma cooed loudly, excitedly even.

“Do you wanna be knocked up again Bulma?” I grinned rubbing her ass with a hand as I continued to move my hips against her mother’s cunt. The blue-haired slutslave nodded with a horny grin.

“Yes, please! I… I loved being pregnant!”

My lips twitched in amusement. “Fine but you’ll need to work hard at making those upgrades for me.”

“Yes, Master! Anything for you!”

I nearly laughed as Mother and daughter begged for my seed afterward. They were just too amazing at being my sluts.

“Don’t worry bitch, I’ll knock you up as many times as I want.” Bulma squeaked as I slapped her ass.”


“Ngghh! Thank you, Master! Thank you!” Bulma screamed as she came, feeling myself slamming straight into her womb after I left Bikini’s pregnant cunt.

Bikini and Bulma will be reunited with their family member, Tights soon enough.

And all three will enjoy being my slutslaves…

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