“Alright then Bulma-Bot, you make an excellent cup holder and even better eye candy.” Yamcha gently stroked Bulma’s chin as she did nothing but smile and stared blankly into the distance.
“Whelp, it was nice to get some well deserved R&R but I think it’s time I have a bit more fun with my new robot.” He got up out of the chair and tossed the beer bottle to the side as he looks down towards his obedient servant.
“Alright get up Bulma it’s time we mess with one of your many features.”
“Of course Master Yamcha.” Bulma efficiently stands to attention from her kneeling position and puts her hands to her sides.
“Excuse me? Who said you could take your hands off your chest? You will press up your boobs up for me until I say otherwise.”
“Understood, Unit will now make proper corrections.” Bulma, without hesitation, put her hands under her breast to press them up once more much to Yamcha’s delight.
“Good, now then I wish to access your personality mode and input some fun personalities into you.” Yamcha commanded. His eyes glued to Bulma’s impressive cleavage.
“Affirmative, Accessing Personality Mode loading...loading. Please enter the desire personality/personalities along with its corresponding.” Bulma says in a monotone voice.
“Oh boy so let’s see, how would I like my Bulma? Hmmm... ok Bulma input the following modes.”
When I say “Maid to Order” you’ll become my extremely submissive and weak willed maid. You are clumsy and very shy but you do your best to serve me, the master you love.
Next if I say “Who do we love?” You become my personal cheerleader. A complete airhead but very energetic but lovable ditz of a girl who wants nothing more than to cheer her hero Yamcha on.”
Last one for now when I ask “Is it hot in here?” You’ll become my extremely sexy and seductive dancer. Your body can’t help but dance and move in very provocative ways as you will use your dancing and body to try and seduce me.
“That’s it for now but I might have more in a bit. Got all of that robot?”
“Processing...Processing...Processing... Installation complete. THREE new personalities have been installed and are ready for use. Would you like to test one out now Master Yamcha?”
Yamcha grins as he thinks about a funny idea. “You know I will but first, you know who would love to see all of this? Bulma, is love to see her face when she see’s what I’ve done to her.”
“Would you like me to display myself for miss Bulma when she next visits?” She asks still oblivious to her own identity.
“No I got it, but thank you a Bulma Bot. You really are such a great piece of equipment. I don’t need to go far to get Bulma back but be sure to have those personalities ready to go.”
“Triggers are all set to go master Yamcha.” She smiles and gives a nod.
“Perfect then let’s bring Bulma... Back to the Lab“ Yamcha takes a few steps back not wanting to be right in front of Bulma when she snaps back.
Sure enough as soon after Yamcha gives the trigger, Bulma blinks several times as the glaze over her eyes dissipates and she begins to focus. Her vacant smiling expression she’s kept consistently on her face while she was a robot drops and is replaced with a confused look.
“Ugh... What just happened? Why do my cheeks feel like they been stretched by a taffy puller?” Bulma remarks, blissfully unaware about how long she held the same smile.
“Yamcha? What are you d-AAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Bulma shrieks out as she finally sees both the position and state of undress she is currently in.
Shocked at the very revealing outfit she was wearing as well as the fact that she was for some reason pushing her breast out like a perverted idiot.
She immediately removes her hands from her breast and tries her best to cover herself up best she could. Though with how revealing the outfit Is this isn’t something she could she easily do.
“W-What!? H-How did I?! When?!”
“What’s wrong Bulma? I think you look really good in that outfit. It suites you.”
“You! YAMCHA YOU BASTARD!” All of the confusion she had was replaced by blind rage as soon as Yamcha opened his mouth.
“Me? What did I do?” Yamcha tried to feint innocence.
“Oh please Yamcha what kind of idiot do you take me for!? I don’t know how but I know you put me into this shameful display! Just wait till Vegeta hears about this!”
Bulma then attempts to storm out of the room and Yamaha simply yells out.
“It’s not my fault that you were “Maid to Order””
She gets halfway through the door way into the hall before the trigger takes hold. Yamaha couldn’t see her facial reaction because she was moving away from him, but he could tell that it takes effect.
As she was about to storm out she suddenly trips up and falls forward with a girlish. “Kyaaa!” Shouted as she falls on her face. Her but was still sticking up and out as she lies on the floor giving Yamcha a great look at her ass as she awkwardly lies their. Even better with the outfit she’s wearing.
Soon enough Bulma stumbles up onto her feet but it was clear that she wasn’t the same as before. Her stance was a bit awkward, She wears an expression of embarrassment and worry, her entire face is also tomato red from blushing, she fidgets around a bit nervously, and she avoids making eye contact when she can.
“Wow that was some fall Bulma, you alright?”
“M-Master I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry I’m such a clutz.” Bulma frantically apologizes in a soft, meek, cutesy voice.
“I expected more from you Bulma and where is your uniform?” Yamcha pointing out the bunny outfit she is currently in.
“Eep! I’m so sorry my master, I don’t know what’s going on!Please forgive my foolishness. I’ll change immediately.” Bulma kneels on the ground and bows towards her master in respect.
“No worries, I am a forgiving master but first things first you must clean up this mess before anything else.” Yamcha shows Bulma the mess he made while he was watching TV. Beer bottles scattered on the floor, crumbs of snacks on everything, overall just very untidy.
“Oh of course master, you truly are so merciful and kind. I will make sure to clean this all up right away.” Bulma blushes at how amazing her master is in her eyes and begins to clean.
Yamcha watching closely as she bends down to pick up various things he’d get several good looks at her cleavage as she bends forward and even better looks of her ass.
It would seem the trigger has worked very well and the personality is perfectly implemented. Now that he knows that Yamcha decides to...
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