As Vegeta gradually regained consciousness, his body ached and became stiff. Slowly, he began to piece together the events that led to his current situation. The last thing he remembered was the battle with the android created by his wife, Bulma.
As he recalled what had happened, a wave of anger washed over him. He sat down on the bed and took off the white sheets covering him. It was then that he realized where he was – he was in what he recognized as Bulma's quarters at Capsule Corporation. Bulma rarely used this room as she spent most of her time in the laboratory.
However, something felt wrong. The perspective he had from his current position in the room was different from what he remembered from the fight. Realization hit him like a ton of bricks and he felt nauseous.
After composing himself, Vegeta looked around. The first thing he noticed was that despite feeling stiff, his body seemed to have healed from the injuries sustained in the battle against the android, whose name he couldn't be bothered to remember. The second thing he noticed was that he was dressed only in short black shorts, made from a material similar to his usual combat uniform. The third revelation was the bed he was lying in – it was a crib, more specifically his daughter Bulla's old crib. This discovery further fueled Vegeta's fury, but it also led him to realize a fourth thing.
His power is gone. He couldn't summon his ki, fly, or even transform into any of his Super Saiyan forms.
While Vegeta was lost in thought, trying to figure out how to escape this situation without having to apologize to his wife, the floor of the room began to shake beneath his feet. The bedroom door opened, revealing Bulma's imposing figure. She was wearing a white tank top and dark yellow legging shorts and a pair of striped socks that went up almost to her ankles, and Vegeta could see the sheen of sweat glistening on her skin as the lights in the room cast an unearthly glow on her.
The door closed behind her and Vegeta realized he was trapped. For the first time since this madness began, he could truly comprehend his current stature as his colossal wife approached. His every step felt like an earthquake, even though his height seemed normal at around 165 cm – just an inch taller than Vegeta normally was. He tried to estimate his own height, when Bulma's voice broke the silence of the room.
"50 centimeters", Bulma proclaimed, intuiting her husband's thoughts. "Or maybe you prefer 1'6", or even 20 inches, or maybe…"
"Turn me back to normal, Bulma!" Vegeta intervened, fed up with this foolish game. Little did he know that Bulma was just getting started.
Bulma covered her mouth with one hand, leaning on her other elbow, and began to laugh mischievously, her eyes fixed on Vegeta's diminutive figure. "It would be cute if it weren't for you, darling."
The word “darling” turned his luscious red lips with a provocative tone that shocked and angered the Saiyan warrior.
"I told you..." Vegeta began.
"No!" Bulma exclaimed, her voice commanding enough to silence her husband's protests. "I'm not going to turn you back to normal," declared the scientist, stopping in front of Vegeta, who had to crane his neck up to meet her gaze. This was only possible because Bulma slightly tilted her torso, as her generous and soft chest would obstruct Vegeta's view.
"Until," she added after a moment, "you learn to behave, little one!"
"Oh!" Vegeta grumbled, but before he could formulate a sarcastic response, he smelled an unpleasant, sour smell. His nose wrinkled and he turned around, looking for the source of the stench. However, all he could see were Bulma's huge feet.
"What?" Bulma said with a fake tone of ignorance. "Oh, sure! I'm sorry, honey, is the smell of my feet bothering you? Hmmm?"
"Damn, woman! What do you think you are... Aaaah!" Vegeta's words were abruptly interrupted by a scream that escaped his throat as his entire body seemed to tingle at once.
Vegeta was helpless as he could only watch as his wife towered even higher above him as her body shrank to 48, 47, 45 centimeters tall.
Before Vegeta could react, Bulma's foot came up and she used it to hit his chest, causing him to fall to the ground. But that wasn't all.
"Now!" Bulma commanded. Her foot, encased in sweat-soaked socks from her recent workout at her private gym, pressed against Vegeta's chest, trapping his head and, more importantly, his nose between her toes. "Did you really think I could just make you cower inside the room? Or did you think I would stop? DID YOU?!" With a sudden fury, Bulma stomped hard on Vegeta's abdomen, forcing the air out of his lungs, and he was forced to take a deep breath, much to his misfortune.
The strong, pungent smell of Bulma's feet invaded Vegeta's nostrils, making him wrinkle his nose and squint his eyes. It was a strong, disturbing odor, a mix of sweat, heat, and a hint of acidity. Bulma's feet were damp and the sour smell emanated from her socks, soaked with sweat from her intense workouts.
With each movement of Bulma's feet the odor intensified, saturating the small space where Vegeta was confined. The feeling was suffocating, and the Saiyan warrior could barely breathe with that intense smell hanging over him. It was an uncomfortable and humiliating experience that Bulma exploited to the fullest to assert her control over her diminutive husband.
Vegeta, now struggling to catch his breath, managed to gasp, "Bulma, you can't do this to me!"
Bulma's voice dripped with satisfaction as she replied, "Oh, but I can, Vegeta. You've been in charge for a long time, treating me like your servant. Now it's my turn to call the shots."
As Vegeta's vision became blurred and his world began to spin due to the combination of the ever-shrinking room and Bulma's relentless foot on his chest, he realized for the first time that he was truly at his wife's mercy.
As Vegeta's struggle intensified and his breathing became more shallow, Bulma couldn't help but feel a perverse pleasure in her new power. Her sweaty foot continued to press firmly against Vegeta's chest, ensuring that he remained trapped beneath her. She felt a sense of superiority, a heady rush that came from the reversal of her usual power dynamic.
The satisfaction of making Vegeta submit to her was a thrill like no other. The intense, musky scent of her damp socks only fueled her dominance. Every movement of her feet, every movement of her fingers, released a new wave of her scent, enveloping Vegeta in her overwhelming presence.
Bulma's lips curled into a triumphant smile as she watched her husband struggle. "See, Vegeta," she purred, her voice laced with newfound authority, "it's time for you to understand who's in control now. I'm going to make you beg for my forgiveness."
She could see the helplessness in Vegeta's eyes as he struggled with the reality of his diminished stature and the unbearable smell of his feet. His pride and arrogance were slowly being eroded by her dominance, and it gave him a deep sense of satisfaction.
Bulma reveled in the vulnerability of her once-proud Saiyan husband, realizing that she had the upper hand and was determined to assert her authority. This newfound dynamic in their relationship was an exhilarating experience for her, and she had no intention of giving up the power she had gained over him.
After a few minutes under Bulma's feet, she decided that the first lesson had been well understood. She lifted her foot off Vegeta, who was lying on his back, trying to breathe fresh air. However, due to Bulma's sweat, which now bathed her body, her wife's pungent scent was permeated into her skin.
Bulma moved away from Vegeta's smaller silhouette. Her casual steps as she walked towards the office desk made Vegeta's body tremble with each step. Such dominance made Bulma excited, and she could feel her panties getting wet as she remembered what it was like to have Vegeta's little body beneath her feet.
"So small! So weak!" Bulma thought as she pulled the office chair closer to her husband sprawled on the floor and sat down.
"Now, Vegeta, let me explain your new condition," Bulma proclaimed, taking off one of her sweaty socks. "You're my little toy and I'm going to use you until you learn..." She took off the second sock and let out a sigh of relief as she wiggled her toes. "...or until you break!" Bulma lifted her bare feet and wrapped Vegeta's head between her left big and toe.
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