Hello there everyone! I’m quite happy to have a part in this collab (and Bulma knows very well how good it is to be part of something) since it’s my first one and Akira Toriyama’s work inspired and shaped me for mostly all of my life, there’s not been a single year in it where i haven’t at least stopped to rewatch favorite scenes, sometimes crying of emotion but mostly screaming and laughing out of sheer hype of Dragon Ball, it has taught me many lessons. And Gohan, Piccolo, 17, Super Broly and of course, Goku himself, are all very dear to me and have gave me plenty of amazing memories.
I’m glad to have been blessed with the opportunity to grown up with the work of such a great genius and father of modern shonnen.

Also thanks to him Android 21 exists and she's like one of my dream preds ngl ✧ദ്ദി( ˶^ᗜ^˶ )

An excerpt from Fatedmeal’s short story in the Akira Toriyama’s memoriam collab, produced by several Eka’s Portal Gallery users, and posted on  Fatedmeal gallery.


This is a story of Bulma incidentally being transformed into absorbent body paint for her mother.

Story Excerpt

“Now. If I remember what your father said. I just have to stick what I want onto a side, and then my daughter should be able to attach herself.”

Bulma’s mother gleefully said without a hint of remorse. As she flung her daughter’s body up and wrapped her around her formless self. Into a misshapen blue sphere that depressed upon the pressing squeeze of the mother’s finger. The mother looked down at her daughter with a stern kindness. Her lips puckered up into a firm seal, like she used to do when reproaching the girl when she was younger.

“Now young lady, I hope that you take this as a lesson of the importance of maintaining relations…”

Oh my…this feels so exciting. This is almost like when Bulma was just a little baby in my lap. So needy.

Bulma’s mother thought as she felt her adorably helpless child rumble within her palms. A soothing heat spilled from the sphere that oozed between the curly blonde’s fingers. It was a little odd for the mother of two, to hold her younger daughter in the palm of her hands, but they weren’t an ordinary family. Furthermore, the mature woman may have lacked intelligence, but she had experience.

Neither the older woman’s wit nor allure would influence her genius of a daughter. No, Bulma’s mother had to be patient and use her ageless wisdom to lay this fun little trap. Of course, the cunning of this mother was limited to the execution of this plan…and didn’t consider exactly how she would return Bulma back to her former state. But that was a tribulation that the spacey blonde would tackle later.

“…and learn to just relax and enjoy yourself.”

The hardened features, just as quickly as they emerged, then softened. In a way that only a mother could.

Meanwhile, Bulma was mortified by the nascent wave of sensations that she felt her unstable body undergo upon her mother holding her. The same pricks of electricity, that the daughter felt when she was transforming, had pervaded through her body again. This time, instead of the physical sensation of internal collapse, the bluenette felt her external surface suckle and wrap around the briny skin that encompassed her. She could feel portions of herself try to dig into the older woman’s wrinkles and sink into the skin. A speculation that was supported by the evidence of the young woman feeling a strong and gushing pulse at her merging ends. The beating pulses of her mother’s heart rate, filling the capillaries that were interspersed within the older woman’s hands

Oh HFIL! Mom! Mom! Can you hear me!?

Bulma yelled in her head as loud as she could. However, the young woman could only hear her voice from within the bounds of her mental scape. She couldn’t even discern a muffle eclipse of her tone by the seismic booms caused by her mother’s angling limbs. As she brought her towards the space between her crotch and deep belly button.

“Hmm~ Honey, you are shaking a lot near my tummy.”

Bulma’s mother bit her lips as she tried to interpret what her daughter meant by her vibrations. Of course, the older woman was under the impression that the bluenette was now accepting of their current situation, and that neither of them viewed this as a predicament.

Aha!

The mother assumed too much, or too little, of her daughter’s intelligence or thought process. The curly blonde concluded that her daughter had realized her plan. To glue and spread the bluenette’s body to her own. Although, the older woman cocked her head in a bit of exasperation.

You have to let me go mom!!

“Are you sure Gumdrop?”

Yes! Yes! Thank goodness you can hear me. Take me to dad! I can feel myself assimilating into your—

“I was thinking of putting you on one of my cheeks.”

Bulma’s train of thought was interrupted. As she was forced to process her mother’s incongruent words.

“Like a face tattoo.”

The mother gave a pleased sigh. As she thought of how cute the two of them could have looked, with her daughter close to her mother’s eye as an adorable design. Meanwhile, the mature woman angled her arms and moved her daughter closer to the tummy that she vigorously vibrated against.

What. What are you talking about mom?

Because, of course, the astute daughter realized her mother’s thoughts. At least that is what Bulma’s mother thought.

I don’t want to be a part of your body!

And, of course, her violent vibrations, was simply a gentle request from the accommodating bluenette. As she wanted to be a gorgeous tattoo on the mature woman’s lower abdomen.

Hmm~

“Well, I think that we’ll catch the attention of many people.”

Bulma’s mother failed to hide a sly smirk.

Just like my glory days, when so many men and women couldn’t help but stare at my tail feather as I walked by. I never knew Bulma also wanted such attention.

“But I guess that hunting for a juicy partner and eye candy sounds like a perfect activity for a Mother-Daughter day.”

Bulma’s mother voice bounced with excitement. The mature woman almost bounced on the tips of her toes as well, when she spoke about the delightful idea that her daughter had come up with.

Aww~ I’ve birthed such a smart and driven girl. I’m so glad that we’re finally getting you out of your room and spending some genuine mother and daughter bonding time.

There was no doubt in the mistaken mother’s mind. As she came to fully believe the misunderstanding that she created within the winding paths of her overactive imagination.

Meanwhile, Bulma could only listen in stunned silence. As she knew that her words were not reaching her mother’s ears, and she heard the disastrous plan that the older woman had created. The bluenette’s body would have paled if it could, but such a reactive expression of mortified shock was solved by the mother pressing the cold oozing body of her daughter against her balmy toned underbelly. Commencing the process that would fuse the blue substance with the older woman’s belly colored with a clotted cream complexion.

Ah! Mom! No!

Ah~

“Oh Honey! You’re leaving me feel all warm and bubbly inside.”

Bulma’s mother wiggled her hips, and rocked on the sides of her feet, as she felt the cold sensation of her melted daughter spread against her lower abdomen. The ooze’s chill spread along the gliding path of the older woman’s palm. As she pressed the body into a heated goo. One that pricked and tingled at the mature woman’s sensitive nerves. The layer of nervous system just proximal to the fatty lips of her private area.

Of course, that fact was not at the forefront of the mother’s mind. As she massaged her daughter into her lower belly. The initial chill slowly gave way to a homogenous electric warmth, as she felt the firm goo become more akin to lotion. This was merely a pleasant bonding moment between mother and daughter. The bliss that the older woman felt was attributed to finally ending her withdrawal of daughterly affection. Nothing more than that.

What a wonderful invention. To think that my daughter had a hand in creating a device that could easily make such comforting sunscreen.

The mother internally crooned as she fed her daughter’s merging body into her abs. A painting of blue that thinned as it was spread and layered over the lower aspects of the mother’s body.

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“Oh, my goodness Gumdrop. You look just like a butterfly. Such a beautiful tattoo…you really want your mom to look pretty this Mother’s Day.”

The mother clasped her hands together as she looked down at the aftermath of her massage. Bulma’s final form was that of a belly tattoo that was just above the mother’s crotch. A set of blue spread wings from the central fat body. The width of the bloated ends stretched beyond the height of the belly button and towards its sides, while they stopped just short of the sharp bite of the mature woman’s lower bikini.

“We’re sure to capture a couple of delicious hunks looking at our juicy figure today.”

The older woman giggled down at her daughter as she began to walk out of the lab. The ditzy mother was fully unaware that each sauntering step, each pulsing surge of her vasculature, and each happy breath she took ended up destroying her daughter’s thoughts. The unconscious and benign motions of the older woman further surged the mental fog of complacency and arousal that the thinking abs was plagued with.

No worries about inventions or success. Just thoughts about looking good. It was those thoughts that began to fill the young genius’s mind. Who once thought of nothing but surpassing her father.

“Wow! It’s bright today.”

The mother said as she strolled out and gazed at the sunny environment with a hand raised over her eyes. To shield them from the sun that was fully soaked up by the underbelly tattoo.

Oh!

“Honey. There is a tasty looking specimen right there.”

Bulma’s mother couldn’t help but openly lick her lips. As she saw a fine slab of sculpted male walk near the entrance of the Capsule Corp. estate. Thick thighs and a firm posterior that had just the right amount of bounce with his steps.

The curly blonde may have been a mother of two, but she was also someone who had her own sexual appetite. As the structures housed by vulvar lips powerfully throbbed at the sight of masculine virility that was just out of reach.

Oh…this day is going to be so fun!

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Gush
Stretch

Bulma’s mind teetered on the brink with each step that her mother took. The daughter’s mind was consumed by the motherly monster’s inescapable warmth and briny sweat. A veritable flood that saturated the abs’ sensorium.

I…I’m Bulma. I…I’m an inventor…

It was a physical world that burst freshly within the young genius’s enfeebled mind. As the rippling flex of the abs that she had painted over sent a surging rhapsody of bliss that destroyed all sensible thought.

GOROOAAN
Squeeze

I’m happy abs. I like being looked at…ugh!! No! No! I’m not.

Bulma struggled, or rather the stretch of skin confusingly floundered. As it tried to piece together a mind that it wasn’t sure what its purpose was, until she was all back together. Thus, the young genius had to endure this perilous cycle. Unaware of when this pleasurable purgatory would deliver an end and terminate her brilliant mind and leave her as a bimboified patch of muscle. Even dumber than her mother.

AHHH~~~~

Bulma wouldn’t have that. She fought tooth and nail in maintaining her mental landscape. Unwilling to compromise even a little in changing even a sliver of herself.

I…I’m going back to the lab. I’m going to succeed my dad…

Bulma thought. Even as the relaxing rays untwined the muscles that composed her blue existence, and nearly her mind.

Just need to keep repeating—

PULSE

Bulma’s mind imploded within itself. The trained psyche was able to pull itself back together out of memory of the process. The genius was safe from a fatal end, but her ability to use her faculties and gifts were lost to the surging tide of lust.

PULSE

The new and powerful set of throbs roared through her mindscape. It tainted the fog that flooded her mind with an intoxicating aether.

PULSE

What…what is…

PULSE

AHHH~~~~

PULSE

Happy abs.

PULSE

Cute tattoo.

PULSE

Mommy’s smooth muscle.

PULSE

The thinking tattoo, absorbed so deep into its mother’s skin and muscle, was reduced to a horny mess as its owner stared at the juicy cut of masculinity from afar.

PULSE
Gush
GOROOAAN

Mommy’s little girl~~~

The final straw that turned the mother’s brilliant daughter into a bimboified tattoo. Was the mother’s own set of ovaries. Her feminine structures powerfully throbbing at the sight of a virile and young male. Someone with sweaty and sun-kissed skin and shortly cut and flowing hair.

PULSE

Bulma. No. I’m Buruma.

PULSE

Plow.

PULSE

Plap.
Plap.

PULSE

Cute tattoo.
Bikini decal.
Breed-able

PULSE

At least for Mother’s Day, the bright bluenette of a genius was utterly overwhelmed by her mother’s overpowering feminine physicality. As her ovaries continued to squeeze in tandem with her gushing heart. Signaling eggs that still wished to be fertilized by strong seed, and a tattoo that wanted to be stained from a spilling spew of hot cream on front.

“Oh! Yoo-hoo! Hi there!”

The blissful tattoo’s owner boomed from the heavens. Her wonderful voice rumbled the skin that composed the blue bimbo’s molten mind, and only added to her lazy pleasure.

PULSE

“Hey Gumdrop. I just found someone eye catching. Do you think he’ll be the perfect boyfriend for you?

PULSE

Perfect boyfriend?

PULSE

AAHHHN~~

PULSE

Hmmm~

For this day alone, the young genius’s mind was put through the absorbing storm of her mother’s organic processes. A mental infrastructure that was mechanically kneaded by abdominal walls, doused with a briny salt to the point of melting into popping slime, and then utterly destroyed and absorbed by the needy want of the mature woman’s ovaries.

An ultimate submission of the young genius’s existence and sacrifice to be nothing but the curly blonde mother’s happy little belly tattoo.

PULSE!
PULSE!!
PULSE!!!

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