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Project: Perfect Boyfriend
🕑 Added 2024-09-07 02:14:36 +0000 UTCThe Dragon Balls were a bust. Yamcha was... a tentative prospect. And Goku was, unfortunately, too young to even be a potential prospect.
The truth of the matter was that Bulma wasn't getting any younger, and her life goal of getting a boyfriend, the perfect boyfriend in fact, wasn't solving itself. Magic could've gotten her what she wanted, probably, but instead it had been used to get Oolong a pair of panties, and after that, it had been used for the much more reasonable objective of reviving an innocent man killed in combat with an evil bastard.
And Bulma was still no closer to having a boyfriend, and already she was stretching the definition of being 18, considering her 19th birthday had already passed but she didn't want to admit that she still hadn't gotten her perfect boyfriend by age 18, that her whirlwind romance with Yamcha was marred by his gynophobia and more importantly, that she was still satisfying herself with only her fingers and her dildo.
That was unacceptable.
But, there was nothing much she could do about it.
She was, after all, the daughter of Dr. Briefs, she was Bulma, the greatest genius and smartest woman in the world, daughter of the richest family in the world and as soon as her father finished passing the shares of CC to her, she would officially be the richest person in the world herself. She couldn't date just anyone, in fact, she had thought to use the Dragon Balls to get a boyfriend precisely because she could basically date no one due to who she was.
Sure, Yamcha and Goku didn't care about her money, but the former, well, his gynophobia was so severe he couldn't get it up even while she was literally sucking him off, and the latter was just a lil' guy who she couldn't see as anything but a younger brother and great friend.
"But lucky me, I am me!" she praised herself, with a big smile on her face, one full of smug self satisfaction. as she wiped the sweat off her forehead, and took off the heavy protective glove she was wearing on her right hand, then the one on the left, before tossing them away, landing on a basket in the corner of her personal lab.
The entire place was a mess of discarded parts, tools, instruments and bits and bobs of technology, spools of wire, buckets of nuts and bolts in many different shapes and sizes, and in the middle of the room there was a metallic tube, a column with a wide base, with a hexagonal pattern going up its otherwise silver and smoothly finished surface, capped with a mushroom-like tip in a deep dark red color.
Looking it up and down, Bulma nodded, and circled around it until she found a panel, one of the hexagons, that was sticking out. "Alright, computer, start recording," she called. "Prepare emergency measures, set safe word to Vegetable," she hummed, nodding to herself.
"Acknowledged. Safe Word set as: Vegetable"
The computer replied with her own voice, as Bulma had provided the voice samples that had been used to create the voice for her laboratory AI assistant after all. She didn't remember making it sound seductive, but, well, she was a genius sex bomb so she couldn't help if her own voice was super sexy, in her own most humble of opinions.
"Alright, here goes, the first test of the Perfect Boyfriend machine," she said, placing a finger on the panel that was sticking out and then pushing it in. Immediately the column lit up, the lines between the hexagons glowing blue starting from the bottom and lighting up until they hit the mushroom like tip, which glowed briefly and then the lines faded for a moment before some of the panels began to sink and disappear only metallic limbs to emerge.
A cluster of panels disappeared and a big metal claw was the first to emerge, capsule technology allowed her to create what seemed like an impossible machine that was only about the size of a human's torso but contained tools much bigger than that, and the claw that first reached up towards the ceiling and then came down to grab her by the midsection was proof of that. Its inner grip was lined with soft and plush velvet, and it applied only enough pressure to have a firm, warm grip on her that made her feel safe, as if it was a strong, powerful man with spiky hair holding her in place.
"All good so far, now let's see how it handles my clothing," she mused. "Undress me!"
Said clothing was a lab coat, a tube top, workout shorts, an exercise bra and the matching thong, as well as her socks and shoes.
The claw holding her midsection lifted her and twisted, rotating on its mechanical wrist to hold her horizontally, managing to let most of her weight rest on the plush cushioning, and more importantly, allowing her labcoat to hang in such a way that it could be removed.
Several panels in many different places, in groups of three this time, sank into the machine and out came thinner, much more agile looking limbs, composed of interconnected sections separated by ball joints, allowing an incredible range of motion, tipped with three-fingered hands. The mechanic limbs moved towards Bulma, counting six in number, and immediately got to work.
Two on each side, her right and left, grabbed at the edges of her open lab coat, while the other two went behind her and caught the back of her lab coat, the four that grabbed it first opening it up and guiding her to open her arms before the two that took it from behind pulled it back and off of Bulma's body, raising it high in the air and then retreating back into the column with it on hand, managing to get it into the small holes with no issue.
The other four moved swiftly, one hand on each of her heels and then one hand taking hold of each of her shoes, shifting it slightly at first then making a stronger effort to pull the shoes off of her, causing Bulma to feel relief, following with the hands on her ankles which pulled her socks off of her, then all four limbs retreated with their bounty back into the column.
Two hands emerged again, from the sides, heading towards Bulma, and reaching for her waist, while a third emerged from the front, this one looking more like a hand, except with five equally long fingers and a thumb on each side. The three fingered hands on each side took hold of the elastic waistband of Bulma's shorts, and the seven fingered hand undid the knot that kept the shorts from slipping, the big hand then pulled her shorts off of her body, sliding them softly, like a caring lover, down her legs before the seven fingered hand retreated back into the column.
Bulma was left wearing only a thong from the waist down, though even that didn't last long because the two hands that still remained took hold of her thong and pulled it off as well.
"Alright, that's a good start, let's see how you handle the caring lover protocol!" Bulma called.
As if acknowledging her, the red tip glowed, and after a brief moment, the smooth surface of the column once again had a cluster of panels depress and disappear, and once again, they were replaced by emerging limbs, this time, it was two hands, this time with a more normal configuration, four fingers and a thumb on each of them, though they were also followed by two more sets of hands, from the sides of the machine, and then a final pair, which came from behind, totalling eight plus the claw that was still holding her up.
The hands then moved, four onto each leg, two rights, two lefts, on each of her legs. Two hands went to each of her soles, holding her feet gently but firmly, then they started to use the thumbs and palms, soft but firm, gentle but strong, like a proper masseur, to massage her soles.
Then two more hands went for each of her calves, firm and strong but carefully measured grips, pressing onto the muscles that were stiff and needed some help and work to work the kinks and knots out. Bulma had never quite been in as good a shape as when she was out and about adventuring the world again, but she kept herself in good health and it showed, especially with her thighs, which were nice, thick and firm, not quite the wonderfully voluptuous ones her mother sported, but definitely the kind that had many a man entranced when she walked by with her legs exposed.
They were certainly big enough around to fit not one but two hands on each of them, and in fact, it felt fantastic to have the big, strong, powerful, slightly rough but also soft and smooth hands on her body. Yes, it was perfect! She was a genius after all, the greatest genius the world ever did see, and she had utilized everything she knew about men and her preferences to craft the perfect hands that made her feel all hot and tingly when they closed on her thighs, working their fingers into her muscles.
Melting her stress away as they began to massage her thighs, moving around them only slightly, mostly kneading the meat of her thighs almost as if they were quite literally undoing knots within her.
But that was just the start.
That was just the beginning, after all, she didn't make this just to get a massage, she could pay a masseur for that, no, what she wanted, needed, was to get dicked, and dicked properly. The hands were only there to make her feel like someone was holding her... and now came the important part.
"Begin the Lovemaking protocol!" she called out.
With a flash of red glow, the machine responded, and then several panels near the bottom of the structure and near the top opened up, depressing and letting some of the three fingered hands out, four this time. They weren't wasting time, and they were swift and true, two of them pulling onto the straps of her top and two grabbing it by the elastic band under her bust, pulling it off of her and then pulling the entire thing off, two hands retreating with it, then the two hands that remained pulled off her exercise bra with a similar motion, and again, retreated with the bra into the column.
As the final two hands with her clothes went in, Bulma was left completely naked, though a single panel depressed and then spat out a capsule which she knew contained all her clothes.
Finally, a lot of spaces opened up near the top, a large cluster and two separate smaller clusters.
A large limb like the claw emerged, tipped with what looked to be a modified bike helmet, which moved towards Bulma's head, managing to perfectly fit into her without disturbing her hair.
The other two smaller limbs were metallic, flexible tubes tipped with what looked to be transparent suction cups, each of which moved directly to her breasts and perfectly fit into them, creating a vacuum that had Bulma letting out sensual, lewd moans as her breasts were relentlessly stimulated, first by sucking, then sprayed with a slightly viscous liquid, before an appendage appeared from the metal tubes and began to flick her nipples, like a satin tongue.
The helmet's visor went dark at first, then her vision was changed, and no longer was she in her lab, instead, she was at a nice and warm beach with lovely white sands and an aquamarine, warm ocean. She knew the breeze she was feeling was coming from the machine as well, more limbs with tube tips that were blowing hot air and a salty breeze her way. Plus, the ambiance sound of the beach came from the headphones built into her helmet.
But she didn't care, because her eyes were taken up by the image of the perfect boyfriend conjured by the machine, strong, muscular, powerful, with black spiky hair, with a certain roguish, bad boy charm, someone who could hold his own against her and give as good as he got... someone who wasn't afraid to look at her, to touch her, whose big, strong, manly hands were massaging her legs all over, and whose big, manly, strong, virile, masculine and intensely hot cock was poking at her entrance.
Bulma was by no means a virgin, it was true that it was very hard for her to find discrete sex, but she did find it when she looked for it, but she certainly had never had something as big as the Perfect Boyfriend's cock in her. Her eyes saw it as a meaty rod of flesh, of a darker color than the already tan man it was attached to, but she knew that it was the pinnacle in dildo technology in the back of her mind.
More realistic than the real thing, taking the best traits of the thousand men who had volunteered to have their penis analyzed and used as research data by Bulma's computers, perfect in every way, calculated to perfectly fit inside and stimulate every one of Bulma's weak points... it pressed against her cunt lips, and Bulma directed a saucy look into the Perfect Boyfriend's eyes, a somewhat coal-like black, as he directed a smug, confident smirk her way.
What she couldn't get elsewhere, she made for herself, and thus, Bulma felt her pussy lips part as she was penetrated for what felt like the first time, as if she had still been a virgin, that was the difference of night and day between the Perfect Boyfriend and what she'd had before. She groaned, moaned and let out a lewd purr as she was penetrated fully and completely. The cock was perfect, there was no empty space anywhere in her, she was well and thoroughly getting stuffed, it managed to perfectly accomodate the folds and creases of her pussy, it was slightly curved in just the right direction and the veins on it bulged in just the right way to stimulate her soft and weak spots.
Bulma sighed and moaned and realized she wasn't breathing, gasping for air and realizing how intense it all was, hissing in intense satisfaction as the Perfect Boyfriend began to move, pushing further into her before it began to pull out, performing an impossible rotation for a human, twisting inside her in such a way that far outclassed what she expected.
She wasn't just a genius, she wasn't just the smartest woman in the world, she was the smartest woman to have ever existed in all the universe, she had surpassed even herself with what she had created, her thundering, rampaging orgasm in less than a minute, from just the penetration and massage, was proof of that.
Crying out in unstoppable ecstasy, the blue haired scientist's body vibrated so much that the claw- the perfect boyfriend's arms holding her had to adjust for it, holding her a little more tightly.
Something prodded at her lips, and it was the perfect boyfriend's cock, the simulation was a bit bizarre now since, well, she had a cock in her pussy and there was another in her mouth, but then she realized, the Perfect Boyfriend would obviously be someone who prioritized her pleasure, and if that meant having threesomes-
Shifting, the simulation now depicted her as if there was someone straddling her chest, and she felt the dick that was prodding at her mouth before shift, her breasts were pushed together and a cock was inserted between them, for some reason the Perfect Boyfriend now had a second Perfect Boyfriend, this one taller, with wilder hair, and fairer skin, but sexy, virile, masculine and muscular all the same.
It filled her mouth completely, and it tasted... superb. It tasted of strawberries and cream, and it also filled her mouth with cream.
What Bulma had never really told Yamcha was that she actually quite enjoyed getting on her knees for him, or rather, she enjoyed getting on her knees in general, even if she hated the taste of cock, she loved the act of sucking one, it just made her feel powerful, having the most sensitive part of a man's anatomy entrusted to her like that... and well, she quite loved the texture, feel and warmth of a nice hot load of cum in her mouth.
The cream she had created was about as close to semen as it was possible to get, except strawberry scented and flavored, and of course, about a gazillion times more plentiful than even the most impressive of ejaculations. She sucked and drank and swallowed and slurped and then sucked some more. Her hands, as if by reflex, went to grab the cock, but she instead found a cock for each of those hands, the feeling was not quite the flesh that her eyes saw but she didn't care, she was in ecstasy. Of course her Perfect Boyfriend would invite even more people! One of them seemed to be an arrogant and cocky man wearing earrings, while the other was a more serious and reliable looking dude with a funky vest, but both of them looked just as masculine, muscular and virile as her dream man.
She was surrounded by so many beautiful examples of manhood, conjured by her own fantasies, she was sucking one off, another was pounding her pussy, and two more were enjoying her hands, but that wasn't all.
She was turned, flipped, switched, and the scene changed, the dude with earrings was under her, and she was lowered onto his dick, the dude with the vest presented his cock for her to suck, with a faint but appreciable taste of lemon, the original perfect boyfriend took her ass, penetrating it in the way she had always wanted it to be but could never get a man to, and finally, the last one grabbed her feet with his big hands and began stroking himself with her soles.
Bulma was in pure bliss and indescribable joy, she wasn't just enjoying getting fucked every which way, she was cumming, cumming her genius brains out, melting inside and losing all conscious thoughts as a chain of exploding orgasms went off that completely wiped her brain and all intelligence into nothing.
Each of them spurted a big fat load of cum in her and on her, and then she was moved again, semen spraying all over her as she felt gravity trying to assert itself as she was moved, and she felt like she was sat on a cock, at first riding it reverse cowgirl, then being shifted so that her pussy was made available for not one but two cocks, she didn't even want to think about the logistics of that triple penetration, and as her back arched and she let her head fall, the final cock presented itself for her mouth.
They moved swiftly, thrusting in and out of her with furious speed and great pleasure, and once again rewarding her with their delicious, multiflavored cum all over and in her, before shifting again, trading positions, trading places, the fantasy changing again and again...
Hours and hours of Bulma being in a neverending ecstasy of a cascade and chain of orgasms that never got old, trading position to position, the Perfect Boyfriend doing everything in its power to make up for all of Bulma's dry spell.
As she was reaching her limit, Bulma opened her mouth, and within the images conjured by the machine, she saw each of the four, so similar, yet so different, but all with big, burly, manly cocks, stroking them for her, each of those cocks aiming directly into her mouth, cumming into her mouth, which she eagerly and blissfully received, swallowing and eating as much as she could from the delicious, fruity and creamy treat.
Until at last, the machine was finished, and Bulma was gently laid down on the floor of her lab, all the limbs receding and the machine turning off.
Panting, Bulma looked up at the ceiling.
"Computer... make sure to encrypt the video recording of this experiment and test," she said.
"Acknowledged," the computer said.
Nodding to herself, Bulma tried to get up, but realized she was so far gone that there was no way she would be getting anywhere.
"O-Okay, that was... way too intense, I think I'll have to stick to regular sex," she muttered. She managed to lift her head just a little, and looked at the dormant column.
She frowned pensively.
"Okay... maybe one more session before I make up my mind..." she muttered.
