6 ch6

Gohan could be found within the confines of Bulma's office several days later.

He and Bulma worked tirelessly to make sure that her files were in order... though Bulma kept looking at him oddly for a reason he couldn't figure out.

He disregarded it after a while though, going back to his work.

But, just when he was about to leave for home, Bulma called him back, "Gohan, could you stay for a minute?"

Gohan stopped at the door, looking back with his hand still on the handle, "Yes. Why Bulma?"

"I wanted you to help me with an experiment of mine."

"Ok." He turned back to her, walking to the scientist's desk, "What were you trying to do an experiment for?"

Bulma made a gesture for him to follow her, as she herself exited from the office.

Puzzled, Gohan followed, curiosity getting the better of him.

However, he was surprised when Bulma led him to a training room, only with a seemingly regular looking chair in the center of the circular room.

"I'll need you to sit in that chair for the experiment." Bulma advised, pressing buttons on the pad.

Gohan blinked as he stared down at the room via the one way mirror.

Then he nodded, walking down the steps to the room entrance and sitting on the chair, looking up at Bulma as she nodded.

Then she pushed a button, and to Gohan's surprise, his hands and ankles had metal braces wrapping themselves around them, securely so that he couldn't move.

He looked up at Bulma, gaze obviously questioning what was going on.

He ended up with a circular glass falling around him as a response.

"Bulma? Bulma, why are you-"

"Gohan, this room is sound proof, and so is the one way mirror you're inside of now." Bulma said through an intercom installed above the boy's head.

Then she left.

Two minutes into waiting, Gohan looked at the braces, attempting to move his hand up, only for it to hold tight.

He put some extra strength into it, and yet it still held tightly.

Didn't even budge in the slightest.

The metal was strong, Gohan admitted.

But nothing that he couldn't break... at least not unless he used his full power against it.

At the sound of talking and footsteps, Gohan looked up at the window again.

Bulma was talking to another girl, who looked almost exactly like the elder woman, only a bit younger.

They spoke for a minute, and after an agreement seemed to be reached between the two females, the younger version of Bulma entered the training room.

Gohan blinked as he saw her, taken aback as he saw that she wore a yellow one piece swimsuit, hugging her body tightly.

Maron was walking into the training room.

From the looks of it, the girl wasn't really that much older than 20.

Yet, why was she...?

Suddenly, she began to run, and to his surprise, Gohan felt himself spinning in his chair, so that he faced her at all times, though he had to adjust to the movement

And the boy felt his face going red at the sight before him.

Maron's breasts were bouncing up and down as she jogged around him.

The sight of it made him become hard quickly.

But...

Gohan's eyes closed as he tried to shut out those thoughts quickly.

He was a husband, Gohan told himself, he couldn't get such thoughts on his mind...

Gohan at least wished he had the ability to look away.

A piece of machinery Bulma had installed inside the small space suddenly went down.

As though it was designed exactly for him, it moved swiftly and silently, pushing against the minute space between his eye lids, and Gohan's eyes were pried open in a split second, unable to close at all.

His black eyes were forced to watch the running girl for a long time, and soon the thoughts that went through his mind became inevitable to stop next moment.

Maron stopped running after several minutes, hands falling heavily on her knees.

She breathed heavily, looking up at Bulma through the mirror.

"How much longer old lady?" She asked loudly.

"Just a little longer Maron." Bulma said, using a good bit of willpower to keep herself from getting irritated at the name Maron called her by, seeing her running again.

She looked at the camera at the left of her, which showed Gohan's isolated space.

It showed a boy with a tortured expression on his face, a bulge in his pants apparent.

He looked as though he was trying to restrain himself, but it was visibly working, and though he was struggling at first, he could be seen adjusting as fast as possible to it, though he wasn't desensitized to it.

Bulma sighed.

She needed him to let himself go in order for the experiment to have a chance of starting.

And so, she turned around, looking to her plan B.

"I guess I'll end up needing you after all. Are you sure you're alright with doing this?"

"No, don't worry," her response had a tone that held a shy smile, "I'm the one who offered to help after all."

"But..."

"It's alright." The woman's voice reassured.

Bulma only watched as the woman before her stripped down until she was naked.

Watched her walk out into the training room, Maron giving a shout of surprise at her appearance.

Watched Gohan after a moment, and smiled as she saw the bulge revive itself.

And finally waited for her experiment to begin.

Maron only gave a shout of surprise at the appearance of Launch, wavy blue hair long and brown eyes reflecting the innocence within them.

Then she looked at Bulma, "Hey! I thought the dream guy was going to come for me!"

"She'll help!" Bulma responded.

If she were to be honest with herself, if not anyone else, Bulma would admit she'd told Maron that if she wore her old signature swimsuit while running around the training room, a "totally dreamy guy was going to come bursting out".

Bulma truthfully didn't expect that to work, but the girl took the bait.

Launch only volunteered since she was walking around C.C.: Corp and noticed them speaking of an experiment of some sort.

"But maybe if you take off your swimsuit he'll come faster." Bulma added, hand reaching the manual switch to switch to move Gohan in the direction Launch was running.

Maron again took the direction to heart, and she stripped out of her swimsuit quickly.

The two's bodies were only of slight contrast from what Gohan could see.

Launch had the body of your everyday person.

Her legs were rather long, yet she only had the slightest amount of fat in her body. It was almost to the point that it was nonexistent.

But as Gohan's eyes studied her measurements without realizing it, he came up with a fresh new batch of information.

She was an I-Cup (Gohan wondered how he knew to call it that later on, but shrugged it off), just like Chi-Chi and #18.

Ass was firm, but not completely so, with just a moderate amount of jiggling, which was a good feat considering how big it was.

Hips were pretty wide, not too much so, but just around the perfect width for his tastes.

Her vaginal hair was quite abundant in amount though.

As for Maron...

G-Cup at the very least, possibly a modest H-Cup.

Her ass was quite small in size, though her legs were long.

Hips were pretty wide, pussy hair nonexistent.

These were the two girls that lay before him.

Yet, his willpower was defeated by the sight of their bodies minutes later.

Launch had bent down in front of him, trying to catch her breath, sweat making her body shine in the reddish light of the room.

Gohan could see the inner parts of her pussy then, and in that moment, he snapped.

He used his full strength, breaking the cuffs around his wrists, hands whipping up and grabbing the metal that held his eyes open, ripping it off of him, the thin chords that were revealed as a result sparking electricity, though he cared nothing of this fact.

His tail came out, and it lashed powerfully at the glass cage he was inside of when he stood up, glass being blown everywhere in that general direction.

Gohan used a ki blast, blasting the other glass out to make a man sized hole for him to walk out of.

As he stepped out of the space, Gohan's black eyes looked at Maron and Launch, staring at his direction in surprise, and charging his power up, transforming into his Super Saiyan 2 form instantly, tail whipping up his back and ripping his shirt off, hand gripping it and tossing it away.

His tail went in his pants, and within a few seconds, he'd torn that to shreds as well.

Standing fully naked, Gohan looked at the closest girl to him, Launch.

And he moved so quickly that no one could see him at all, until they heard a scream of surprise and a sudden gasp.

Maron and Bulma both turned to see Gohan had lifted Launch's legs up in the air, thrusting his dick into her at a pace too fast for one to comprehend well.

Launch began moaning loudly after a moment, her flesh making contact with the 12 year old's.

A loud clapping filled the room, and Gohan brought Launch's thighs together, her calves hanging apart still, and Gohan moaned as he felt her folds sandwiching his dick tighter than he'd ever felt with anyone else.

It was a trick Chi-Chi had taught him, and he was grateful for it, for he'd never felt his dick get so tightened over, even when he felt #18 climaxed for the first time with him inside her.

Gohan relished in the pleasure, moaning loudly and holding himself in as he looked over her legs, ignoring her ever swaying calves, watching as Launch clawed at anything to cling to for support, eyes clenched and trembling tightly, but only finding flat floor, her bouncing breasts his reward for holding himself in.

Maron was wondering what the heck was going on, but then realized that this was the guy the old lady had been talking about.

At this, Maron began to run at the animalistically fucking duo, only to be stopped by another person, who resembled the guy exactly.

Gohan's clone reached around Maron, grabbing her by the ass and pulling her into him.

His dick went between her legs, and Maron felt it touching the middle of her butt because of how long it was.

The clone pushed his arms between her legs, sliding his arms on her skin smoothly due to her sweat, locking the back of his elbows to the back of her knees, lifting her up and leaning back so she wouldn't fall.

Maron felt her eyes widen at this, but saw the look in his eyes, and realizing what he wanted, reached behind herself, aiming his dick and pressing it into her.

After the head was inside, she wrapped her arms around his head, her breasts on either side of his face, breathing stopping as she felt him push deeply into her.

She whispered softly to him, grabbing his soft golden locks, "I can't believe it... you're stretching me..." she said, eyes widening.

He just kept pushing deeper and deeper into her.

It felt like an eternity before he was fully inside her.

Or rather, when he stopped stretching her.

The clone held her ass, keeping an inch and a half of his dick out of her.

Just so that if he was tired and wanted to stay in his regular form, he could reach into her womb the next time this happened.

Maron breathed slowly, eyes shutting tightly.

"You were such a cutie before... but now..." Maron hugged him tightly.

He grabbed the sides of her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he began bouncing her on his length, the slapping of their sex resounding so loudly that even though Gohan's dick was only hitting her womb, it still made a sound that was greatly similar to the sound made when slapping flesh was made an impossibly fast melody.

Maron tightened her legs grip on his waist, screaming out loudly, Gohan tearing his length into her, moaning barely at all.

Soon, Maron felt a sudden reaction she'd never felt before.

It felt so weird, yet as it grew, she moaned loudly.

Next moment, she clenched her teeth tightly together, making an eek like sound, her entire body seeming to tighten around Gohan as her walls closed in on him the most.

She screamed out louder than she ever had before when she experienced her very first climax.

But she screamed only even louder, mouth now emitting strange noises, when he kept thrusting powerfully into her, now at a seemingly faster pace, body glowing brightly.

Gohan went all out then, charging to his full power, hair becoming distinctively longer than before, gripping Maron's flat ass cheeks so tightly they spread, trying to relish within the moment of her climax, knowing he felt no true pleasure until those moments.

He moaned, moving faster than ever before, his power seeming to spike up next moment, his tail popping back out of his waist (Chi-Chi had cut his tail off earlier) and reaching around Maron, piercing her ass hole with it, reaching deep into her with it, pumping as quickly as his waist was pumping into her.

Maron screamed then, only for Gohan to pull his tail out of her, the somewhat slippery fifth limb slapping her ass like a whip after Gohan moved his hands to her waist, making Maron wrap her hands on the sides of Gohan's neck, and as he kept thrusting, Gohan was rewarded with the mesmerizing sight of her giant breasts bouncing when Maron threw her head back.

This all went on for the matter of 3 hours, and at one point, the fact that Maron and Launch were becoming tired out was both an understatement and a obvious one.

Launch was on all fours, or at least used to be, for her face had fallen flat against the floor, Gohan using his hands to hold press her thighs into her stomach and breasts, a pool of sweat gathering around them.

Maron was on her back, and despite her rather cocky attitude about how all of the othrr women Gohan had been with were all old ladies (Bulma and Chi-Chi in particular), Gohan held her ankles up in the air, holding them together to keep it so that she was still very tight, in spite of the fact that her eyes were at the rim of her eyelids, mouth agape and head lolling to the side, completely knocked out.

She would still climax, even in her sleep, but Gohan would give no mercy to her, even in that state she was in.

Bulma could be found minutes later in the observation deck of the training room, but only with several other girls behind her.

They were Chi-Chi, #18, Mrs. Breifs, Zangya, and as a later addition, her older sister Tights.

Tights had been visiting Capsule Corp for a surprise visit a few months ago, but it just so happened she found Bulma in her teleporter room just before she was going to teleport herself to the Son home.

Tights had caught her by surprise as she touched her just as Bulma pushed a button to start the teleporter.

When Bulma arrived, Tights was taken aback to find that they were in the master bedroom.

Even more so by the surprise that lay there in wait for her.

Gohan was kissing Zangya to one side, massaging #18's breast to the other, and pounding Chi-Chi's pussy to Hell while in his Super Saiyan 2 form.

Bulma couldn't explain it then, as Gohan had noticed their presence.

She began undressing quickly, hurriedly telling Tights to do the same.

Though wearing a flustered expression, Tights complied hastily, and soon after that, she would be pushed on her side, left unable to do anything but moan out in surprise at Gohan's dick filling her at an impossible scale as he lay behind her.

She would often visit the Son house on several occasions after that, at least when she had the time after Bulma explained what Bulma called his "condition".

"I don't need to explain to you what's happening," Bulma said hurriedly, "Just that we all have to get in there now."

To a unanimous response of understanding, all undressed quickly, then ran into the room in a single file, Gohan and his clone noticing them then.

At that moment, he'd reverted back to his second Super Saiyan form.

Despite this, Gohan didn't move until they were a few meters away from him.

The clone fucking Maron disappeared then, her widened up opening bursting out with cum, and Gohan pulled out of Launch, her breathing heavily, seeing that the other girls had come, and falling on her side.

Gohan was alone in the room then, then lunged at one of them, to their surprise going for Zangya.

He turned her around, making her get on her knees, thrusting his cock fully into her, Zangya's eyes widening, before closing tightly, Gohan grabbing her elbows and yanking them back as he began his brutal onslaught of thrusts.

Zangya was used to this, as this seemed to be his own personal favorite position to fuck her in.

Mrs. Breifs and her daughters took the initiative to go to the boy, each one of the daughters taking one of his balls in their mouths while Mrs. Breifs was licking over the bottom of Gohan's length.

Chi-Chi went next, sitting opposite of Mrs. Breifs, licking over the top of his dick, the smell of musk coming from his dick hair right before the base of his dick intoxicating to her.

#18 was about to join, only for a clone to intercept her, and take her hips in his hands, pulling it against him, and #18 lifted her legs up for him by jumping immediately, entering a position similar to the one Maron had, only now her legs were over his shoulders, him grabbing her ass for support.

Gohan entered her, grasping her larger ass cheeks with a deep satisfaction, before pummeling her flesh with his own.

#18 moaned and screamed then, before hugging him to her, breasts pressing against his face, "Don't you dare hold back on me...!"

She yelped then, as Gohan had transformed to his third Super Saiyan form.

Now at full power, #18 could not say Gohan had the slightest chance in Hell to holding back then.

She was proven right when he started thrusting so powerfully but quickly that #18 felt as though he just pushed himself fully into her but having an endless array of waves of pleasure so rapid that machine guns that shot bullets of pleasure couldn't compare.

Over the course of several hours, half of the girls were knocked out, while Gohan was tuckered out from using so much power, finally falling asleep in the training room.

Soon, Chi-Chi, Zangya, Bulma #18 talked of the experiment, and it's purpose.

"Gohan seems to be going through a bipolar type condition. As to what caused it, I'm not sure. I just know that he's actually starting to develop a rather distinct personality traits. One is calm and collected, the other is wild and unstoppable. But from my own independent research... well, I admit I tried to indirectly seduce Gohan to see what he'd do. But no matter what I did, he wouldn't show any interest at all. But gradually, I noticed that the days for his "lust time" are growing, and his "safe days" are decreasing. But when I started the experiment, I deliberately scheduled it to be two days before his next lust time was to start."

"So what will happen to him?"

"Honestly..." Bulma looked down, "If this trend doesn't stop, it could be possible our old Gohan will be replaced by his new lusty side permanently." She said, a grim note in her voice.

They realized how serious she was, and they looked at the still sleeping Gohan.

Saying goodbye to the old him...

Bulma's eyes lit up suddenly, "The Dragon Balls!"

"What?" Zangya jumped.

"We could use the Dragon Balls to wish Gohan back to normal! I still have the Dragon Radar, so it'll be a cinch!"

Chi-Chi felt herself become flooded with relief.

She didn't want to say goodbye to her child (or husband as he kept calling himself) at any point in her life.

No matter what he was to them in "those times", she honestly loved his old self more than anything.

"Yeah, we'll try that. Let's start looking now."

Chi-Chi and Bulma would try to return to the observation deck, floor covered with clothes, to find a surprise.

A woman with orange hair and golden eyes was taking a picture of the scene.

As she finally noticed them, she jumped in surprise, before her eyes steeled up, "Let me be Son, Gohan's agent!" She said, loud and confident, as though she were in control.

"And who are you exactly?" Bulma and Chi-Chi covered themselves up with the clothes nearest to them after taking them up.

"My name is Piiza. I used to be Hercule's promotional agent until Son Gohan was proven to be the true champion of the world-"

A flash blinded everyone, and Piiza stopped abruptly, for a hand had gripped her shirt and ripped it off, revealing her large white bra.

Gohan stood there, holding the destroyed garment, hair now a shining spiky gold once again.

He'd woken up, "Give me... more..." he spoke as he looked down silently.

Little did any of them know, Gohan hadn't been asleep the whole time. He'd only been resting a short while.

And as he realized what was happening to him, he found himself, not scared, but anticipating it.

Always having the ability to feel the ultimate pleasure... anytime he wanted...

Yet when Bulma spoke of the Dragon Balls, Gohan realized then that he knew he couldn't deal with that.

He'd known by now that his body had now developed something of an addiction to sex.

To suddenly cut him off now would be more horrid than telling him to not eat for a week, especially with his appetite.

And now, he knew what he'd do when the time came...

But before that...

Gohan gripped Piiza's bra strap and pants, ripping them off.

He'd have a bit more... "fun" with this woman...