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Bulma's Helper P3
Anime : DBZ
Scenario :
With the new socks on, Bulma took a moment to enjoy the spasms and licks on her feet- not quite hearing or caring about the whimpering as she slipped on her headphones.
Taking a breather as she listened to her music, she tried to calm down a little and enjoy her break. Grabbing some water from a fridge, she casually wandered outside. Her toes wiggled slightly, a little uncomfortable with whatever the socks were trying to do but she decided she'd let the socks learn what she wanted and be at least a little patient with them.
Stomping her foot a few times, grinding it down to send a message to the poor socks, she started stretching her arms out as she gazed at the busy street. There was a nice park nearby where she can run in peace for a while.
To Bulma, it was a slightly frustrating jog to the park where she was expecting a little more from her modified sock. For the sock? Everything was focused on her feet. no matter how much they struggled or writhed they couldn't escape the thing as it constantly stomped down.
Not even the giant scientist could know the mindbreaking effects of this new setting as Jordan, the sock, begged her to stop running- desperately massaging and licking. After a few minutes, he just couldn't do it anymore, drooling as the offending foot dominated him- slamming down repeatedly.
He almost felt himself faint, his entire mind focused on feet- until the light of the sun suddenly flooded in. He managed to turn around- panting unhappily- desperate to get some oxygen as he finally saw the outside world. Bulma said something to him, but he was so out of it he was struggling to focus on the words. They slowly started to wash over him later, but it was too late.
To Bulma, she was getting pissed off. The sock didn't need to work, eat and just had to hang out with a cute girl. All he had to do was softly vibrate every so often and mop up her sweat.
Pissed off, the giant girl finally had enough. She'd been taking him off every few days to get washed previously, but now he was just being an ass to her for no reason. Knowing she didn't have time to argue with her sock when she still had the Namekian ship to build- she angrily shoved her shoes back on. Not hearing the socks second wind of crying out as she stomped down the dirt path.
Storming back to her lab, she slammed in some new code into her computer. Overclocking the socks senses to slowly increase every day.
"There, maybe that'll help you get over yourself and actually contribute a bit... I promise I'll turn you back when I get the chance, maybe after we go to Namek" She huffed.
Scenario :
With the new socks on, Bulma took a moment to enjoy the spasms and licks on her feet- not quite hearing or caring about the whimpering as she slipped on her headphones.
Taking a breather as she listened to her music, she tried to calm down a little and enjoy her break. Grabbing some water from a fridge, she casually wandered outside. Her toes wiggled slightly, a little uncomfortable with whatever the socks were trying to do but she decided she'd let the socks learn what she wanted and be at least a little patient with them.
Stomping her foot a few times, grinding it down to send a message to the poor socks, she started stretching her arms out as she gazed at the busy street. There was a nice park nearby where she can run in peace for a while.
To Bulma, it was a slightly frustrating jog to the park where she was expecting a little more from her modified sock. For the sock? Everything was focused on her feet. no matter how much they struggled or writhed they couldn't escape the thing as it constantly stomped down.
Not even the giant scientist could know the mindbreaking effects of this new setting as Jordan, the sock, begged her to stop running- desperately massaging and licking. After a few minutes, he just couldn't do it anymore, drooling as the offending foot dominated him- slamming down repeatedly.
He almost felt himself faint, his entire mind focused on feet- until the light of the sun suddenly flooded in. He managed to turn around- panting unhappily- desperate to get some oxygen as he finally saw the outside world. Bulma said something to him, but he was so out of it he was struggling to focus on the words. They slowly started to wash over him later, but it was too late.
To Bulma, she was getting pissed off. The sock didn't need to work, eat and just had to hang out with a cute girl. All he had to do was softly vibrate every so often and mop up her sweat.
Pissed off, the giant girl finally had enough. She'd been taking him off every few days to get washed previously, but now he was just being an ass to her for no reason. Knowing she didn't have time to argue with her sock when she still had the Namekian ship to build- she angrily shoved her shoes back on. Not hearing the socks second wind of crying out as she stomped down the dirt path.
Storming back to her lab, she slammed in some new code into her computer. Overclocking the socks senses to slowly increase every day.
"There, maybe that'll help you get over yourself and actually contribute a bit... I promise I'll turn you back when I get the chance, maybe after we go to Namek" She huffed.
