Bra, Bulma and Trunks

Bra, Bulma and Trunks Ballbusting/Femdom Story

by  u/infinitebottom

At Capsule Corp, the day had so far been fairly average. Vegeta was off training, Bulma was in her lab tinkering around with who knows what, and Trunks was sitting in his room just chillin. Bra, on the other hand, wasn't in a great mood. To be fair, that wasn't exactly uncommon for her, but still. The blue haired girl needed something, and decided that her older brother was the one to talk to about it.

"Hey! It's me, Bra! Open up!" Bra yelled as she knocked on the door harshly.

"What do you want? And why do you need me for it?"

"I'll tell you if you open the door, so hurry up!"

Trunks gave a heavy sigh as he got up and opened the door as his sister quickly walked inside. As he closed the door, he noticed what she was wearing. Her outfit consisted of a red crop top and light blue booty shorts (the kind where the butt hangs out a bit). Trunks, on the other hand, was dressed in casual black shorts and a blue Capsule Corp T-shirt. "So, what is it?"

"Look," Bra said seriously. "I need you to promise me you won't tell mom and dad about this, okay?"

"What? Why don't I need to tell them?" Trunks asked, concerned.

"I just need you to promise me now! Will you tell them or not!"

"Alright, I promise, now what is it?" Trunks was irritated, but curious nonetheless.

"Okay, here it is, straight up: I wanna get a boob job."

Trunks stared at his sister, confused. "And you had to tell me this… why?"

"Because, dummy, I'm only 16, and mom and dad won't let me. Plus, I just spent my whole monthly allowance on that last shopping trip, so I have no one else to turn to but you, big brother."

Trunks couldn't believe what he was hearing, though he shouldn't have been surprised. "So what you're saying is that you want me to pay for some surgery to give you plastic boobs?" He asked mockingly.

"They're silicone, if you must know, and yes. Look, all I need you to do is take me to this super cool plastic surgeon guy, pay him however much he wants, and then we're good. Deal?"

"What?! No way, why would I do that?" Trunks shouted. "I don't even get anything out of this! And how much money is this exactly?"

Bra thought for a moment. "I dunno, probably like 800,000 zeni, bare minimum." She responded, casually 

Trunks couldn't believe what he was hearing, as he just stared at his sister in shock. Not only was the girl asking for so much, but had such a nonchalant attitude about it as well.

"Look, I know it sounds like a lot, but it's gonna be more than worth it. He's really really good at what he does, and after he's done my tits will look AMAZING." She gave that last bit more emphasis. "He said he can make them look waaaaay better than even mom's, and you know how great her boobs are."

Trunks thought for a brief moment about the big, round things that hung on his mother's chest, though he quickly dismissed it, not wanting to think too much about it.

"When he's done, I'm gonna have soft, perfectly round triple-D tits with small, pointy nipples." Bra put her hands on her chest. "I hate these, it's like they don't even exist with how flat they are. If I didn't have such a pretty face and a nice ass, people wouldn't be able to tell that I was a girl. And hey, if you do this for me, you'll have some new eye candy around the house, cause you know I'll be showing those puppies off any chance I get. As far as I'm concerned, this is a win-win situation. This way, you get to stare at my tits instead of mom's; which we all know you have, by the way."

Trunks was in shock. Not only was his sister turning him on a bit with all this talk of boobs, but she also just totally called him out about his ogling of his mother's boobs, which he really couldn't help. Everyone knew that despite Bulma's age, she still had a fantastic, curvaceous body, with some glorious funbags (that were all natural) as well. And Bra's were supposed to be even better? The pervy side of Trunks wanted to say yes, but he was  still able to stick to his reason.

"L-Look, I don't care about any of that!" Trunks exclaimed, clearly a bit flustered. "I don't care if you want huge boobs, I'm not paying for it! You can figure that out yourself! Besides, I don't think even that would make guys like you!" He felt like being a little extra mean, hoping it would get his sister to back off.

However, it had the opposite effect. Bra was now livid, as the spoiled teen girl was always able to get whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it. Now, after not only being told "no," but also being insulted? She was about to unleash hell.

Trunks laughed as his sister furiously walked towards him. "What, are you gonna try and fight me?" This made the saiyan male laugh even more. "Go ahead, I guess, but you just might not be strong enough. Here," he said as he spread his arms and legs out. "I'll give you one free shot anywhere, but after that, I might have to try a little." He mocked, sarcastically.

Bra knew her brother was going to get cocky, and she was going to use that to her advantage. Once she got close enough, the girl reeled her fist back, making Trunks think that the strike would be delivered somewhere in the face, which obviously wasn't going to hurt the half-saiyan male. Bra knew this, and thus, wasn't going to punch his face. She was going for the one spot she knew would hurt most. Bra then shifted her attention down, which confused Trunks. As his sister swung her fist forward, he realized what was going on. Unfortunately for him, he didn't realize in time, as Bra delivered a straight punch to her brother's balls.

"Ouuuuugh!" Trunks groaned as he bent over, hands on his crotch. Bra wasted no time as she angrily pushed Trunks into a wall, put her hands on his shoulders, and began sending sharp knee strikes to his balls. After about ten, Bra watched as her brother fell to the floor beneath her.

Now, it was Bra's turn to laugh in confidence.  "Hahahahahaha! Look who's all big and strong now!" She mocked. She then kicked him onto his back, where she could easily stomp her foot down onto Trunks' nuts.

As the blue haired ballbuster suddenly got an idea, as she excitedly pulled out her phone, and snapped a few pictures of her brother as he writhed in pain under his sister's foot. This was bad enough, but Bra wanted to take things a step further. After giving a few more stomps to the balls under her foot, she stepped away and, to Trunks' surprise, took off her shorts and the thong she wore underneath them. Taking said thong in her hand, she tossed it onto Trunks' bed and snapped another picture. It wasn't long before the male saiyan hybrid realized what his half naked sister was doing. He instantly began to panic, which brought a smile to Bra's face. 

"Please, Bra, don't-"

"Shut up!" Bra shouted as she drove her foot into her brother's balls with a solid kick, causing him to groan in pain and curl up into the fetal position. "Looks like you know damn well what I'm doing, so I'll keep it brief." She said as she put her short shorts back on, making sure to pull them up so that it rode up her buttcrack, exposing the bottom of her round, firm butt. Bra made sure to face her back towards Trunks as well, just to tease him. "These pictures not only show you being humiliated, they also show that you stole my panties. It'd be pretty bad for you if everyone found out you were a creep who perves on his younger sister, so if you don't want that, I'd suggest you give me what I want."

Trunks didn't know what to do. There was no way out of this where he didn't get humiliated. Scared, he tried his best to talk his way out of this. 

"Come on Bra, please don't do this. I know you really want a boob job, but you're just too young. Mom, dad, and I don't want you to do this because you're already beautiful. Big boobs aren't going to change that, whether you think so or not. We just want you to wait a while before getting the surgery, then the choice is all yours to make, okay?" Trunks pleaded in a higher pitch tone than usual. His words fell on deaf ears, however, as Bra became even angrier than before.

"Who the hell do you think you are to tell me what I can and can't do?!" The female half-saiyan yelled as she stomped, kicked, and grinded Trunks' balls into oblivion in a rage-filled assault on her brother's testicles. Trunks could do nothing but scream in silence as his nuts took a full force beating from his sadistic sister. After what felt like an eternity to Trunks, a knock came at the door, causing Bra to cut her barrage short.

"Guys?" Bulma asked from outside the room. "Is everything alright in there? I heard a bunch of thumping around just now." 

Bra was angry at first, thinking that her mother was going to ruin this for her. She then realized that, on the contrary, this could make things even better. "Actually, mom, can you come in here? I think something's wrong with Trunks." She yelled out.

Bulma, curious, opened the door to find her son on the ground, his hands around his lower abdomen, and her daughter, standing over him with a concerned look on her face. Bulma herself, to Bra's pleasant surprise, was wearing only a towel to cover herself, making it clear that she just got out of the shower. She ran over to Trunks, crouching down next to him, trying to see if he was okay as Bra shut the door and locked it.

Trunks would have answered any of Bulma's questions, had he not been so distracted by the pain in his stomach and the towel-clad, double D breasts in front of him. He couldn't take his eyes off the gorgeous cleavage. Fortunately for him, the view was about to get a whole lot better. 

Bra was now setting her plan in motion. In the blink of an eye, she had pulled the towel off of Bulma's body, pushed her on top of Trunks and took a picture of the end result. The image was perfect. It showed what looked to be a nude Bulma rubbing her boobs into Trunks' face. Speaking of Trunks, he was incredibly embarrassed, but also ecstatic. He cherished every little bit of what just happened, as he felt his mother's bare breasts crash onto his blushing face.

Bulma, also flustered, was horrified at what had just occurred. She wasn't sure what to be more upset about: that she had just been stripped and forced onto her son by her daughter, or the fact that Trunks actually seemed to enjoy it.  Figuring that she couldn't really blame him, Bulma got off her son and faced Bra. "Young lady, what the hell do you-"

She stopped her sentence right there, seeing that, in Bra's hand, was the picture of Bulma and Trunks. Not only that, but Bra's finger was hovering just over the "post" button. The naked woman stared in horror as her daughter gave a devilish grin. "You know, mom, I was just having a bit of fun with Trunks here, because he said he wouldn't get me that plastic surgery I wanted. I'm sure after enough time, he would've said yes, but then you showed up, and I got an idea. Why not blackmail the both of you?" She asked, though it was more of a rhetorical question. "With just a click of a button, I can humiliate you two beyond belief, that is, unless, you do exactly as I say. So, what's the deal?"

Bulma, at this point in time, was terrified of her daughter. She knew that Bra was persistent, and would always find one way or another to get what she wanted. This time, though, it was scary. Bulma didn't want the whole world seeing her naked, let alone on top of her son, so she decided to go along with whatever the sadistic 16 year old had planned.

"Fine, I'll go along, just please don't post that." Bulma said, reluctantly.

"Oh I won't post it, but you have to do what I say, both of you, got it?" Bra told more so than asked Trunks and Bulma, who both nodded in compliance. "Good. For starters, mom, we both know that Trunks loves your tits, so why don't you shove those puppies in his face for a bit?" Bulma was hesitant at first, but after she saw the picture, she quickly got to it. Flustered, she pulled her son's face into her bosom, while she noticed the smile he was so obviously trying to hide. Again, she wanted to be mad at him, but he wasn't at fault here. He didn't cause this situation. 

This is what Bulma thought about as she held Trunks' face between her breasts. The purple haired young man was having the time of his life, relishing his mother's freshly cleaned, pillowy soft boobs. After about a minute of this, Bra made them separate. "Wow mom, looks like you got Trunks 'excited'" she said as she pointed to the tent in the male hybrid's pants. "He can't just be left with a hard-on like that, and I'm definitely not going to do anything about it, so…"

Bulma didn't want it to be true, but unfortunately for her, it was. Bra walked over by her brother's legs, and swiftly pulled down his shorts and underwear, leaving him naked below the waist. "Now, why don't you give Trunks a nice titjob? I'm sure you wouldn't want him to have all this pent up sexual frustration, would you?" The blue haired milf silently complied, knowing the consequences would be dire if she didn't. Bulma walked around between her son's legs and knelt down, taking a breast in each hand. Reluctantly, she positioned herself so that Trunks' erect penis was between her breasts, before closing them together and beginning to pump them up and down.

Trunks had never felt so good in his life. Bulma's boobs felt great on his face, but they felt even better around his dick. He moaned in pleasure as his mother continued to rub her tits up and down his shaft. 

After enough time had passed, Trunks couldn't keep it in anymore, and blew his load all over Bulma's chest and face. It was at this exact moment that Bra snapped another picture; this one being the best so far. It showed Bulma's face and tits getting blasted with her son's cum, and while this wasn't the case, both of them looked to be in a state of incredible pleasure. Well, this was true for Trunks at least, but definitely not for Bulma, who was about to wipe all the cum off of her.

"Wait!" Bra interrupted. "You're really going to clean that up yourself?" She asked her mother, who gave a nervous nod. "Nuh uh, that's Trunks' mess, so he should be the one to clean it up!" She turned her attention to her brother. "Hey, bitch! Look what you did to mom! She just got out of the shower too, and you already got her all dirty! You better clean her off, right now!" She yelled at Trunks, who was starting to sit up. 

"Oh, and by the way, you can only use your tongue!" This caught both mother and son off guard. While being able to lick and taste his mom's breasts would normally be awesome, having to taste his own cum definitely ruined the experience for Trunks. Wanting to get it over with quick, he began licking up his mess off of Bulma's chest, gagging as he did. Though it was a struggle, he eventually was able to make his mother's boobs spotless again. "Hey, you do realize you're only halfway done, right? You got her face all dirty, too." Bra reminded him. Trunks then looked up, realizing that there was even more to clean on Bulma's face than her boobs, before getting back to work. He ran his tongue across most of the blue haired milf's face, hesitating before her lips, which also had cum on them. They stared at each other for a few seconds, both flustered, before Bulma puckered her lips, eyes closed. Trunks was confused at first, before realizing that his mother was making it easier for the both of them. Quickly, he licked up the white liquid off Bulma's soft lips, causing a bright crimson blush to form across both of their faces. 

"Man, I got some great pictures out of that." Bra said, looking down at her phone, mortifying her mom and brother. "Anywho, I think that's enough pleasure for you, Trunks. I'm still mad at you, but I think mom should get a turn to torture you, too." Bulma was scared of what her daughter could be thinking of, but Trunks had a pretty solid feeling he knew what was about to happen.

"Get up, loser," Bra said as she lifted Trunks up onto his feet. "Put your hands to your sides, and spread those legs a bit." She ordered, with Trunks following her directions, leaving him in a position that left his groin exposed with no way to defend himself from what was to come. "Perfect. Now," Bra then turned towards her mother, who was still unsure of the situation. "Alright mom, here's what I want you to do. Don't worry, it's suuuuper easy. All you have to do is…"

Trunks immediately felt his sister's foot slam into his balls, bringing back the pain he had endured not too long ago. He groaned loudly as he fell to the floor, clutching his aching nuts.

"Kick Trunks in the balls!" Bra yelled proudly, though Bulma was anything but proud. In fact, she was mortified not only at what her daughter did, but was now forcing her to do. 

"No, there's no way I'm hurting my son like this, and the same should go for you, young lady," Bulma stated, trying to be assertive. At this point, however, it was far too late for that. Bra couldn't help but laugh at her mother, nearly falling over. The girl's laughing fit didn't last long though, as before long, she suddenly stepped forward and gave a stinging slap to the blue haired milf across the face. "You're funny if you think I give a shit." Bra said cruelly. "It doesn't take a genius to see that I'm the one in control here, all because of this," she held up her phone, which now showed a picture of Trunks' dick between Bulma's tits, her face covered in cum. "I'm sure there's countless guys across the world who would kill to see your face drenched in hot, sticky cum," Bra said slowly, wanting to rub it in even more. "And with a push of a button, they won't have to. That is, unless you do what I say, and kick Trunks in the balls as many times as I tell you to! Understand?"

"Yes… I understand." Bulma said, never feeling more defeated in her entire life. 

"Good. Now, here's what you're gonna do," Bra said as she propped Trunks up against the wall, making sure his legs were wide open. "You're going to kick him in the nuts ten times, and they have to be as hard as you can. If you hold back- and I'll know if you are- then the pictures will be released to the world." Bra explained. "Also, if Trunks falls down even for a second, I'll post the pictures, got it?" The blue haired boy stared in horror at his sister as he tried to beg for salvation.

"Bra, p-please don't do this, it hurts so much," Trunks pleaded.

"First, I don't care if it hurts, it's fun for me. Second, remember, I'm not the one doing it." Before Trunks could react, Bulma's foot came swinging up between his legs, crashing into his nuts with immense power. 

"I'm so sorry honey, are you okay?" Bulma asked her son as he leaned forward a bit, trying to handle the pain. "Y-Yeah, it really hurts, though," Trunks said through gritted teeth. Bulma looked towards Bra, hoping she would feel some empathy, though the devilish look in her eyes told Bulma that it was far too late for that. With remorse in her heart, the blue haired milf reeled her leg back, and swung it into her son's nuts with all her power, getting a pain-filled "OHHHGGGH" out of the young adult.

Bulma didn't care, though. At this point, she was just angry, which, considering how her day went, was absolutely understandable. It was this stress, however, that Bulma was now taking out on Trunks' balls, angrily slamming her foot into them over and over again with a strength that would surprise even herself.

It didn't take long for the busty mother to get to 10 kicks, but she was so caught up in releasing her stress that she didn't even notice. Bra and Trunks did, though Bra sure as hell wasn't going to stop it. Trunks would've, had it not been for the constant pain between his legs physically preventing him from forming words that weren't groans or screams.

Bulma got to 20 kicks before she stopped, just because she had gotten pretty tired. The second she stopped, Trunks fell forward, unconscious, and crashed into the floor. Bra couldn't help but stare in shock at her mother. She didn't think she had it in her, to be honest. The teen blackmailer couldn't ponder on that for too long though, as she heard her father enter their home. As quickly as possible, Bra dipped out of the room to go to hers, causing Bulma to grab her towel, rewrap it around herself, and go take another shower, leaving Trunks to later wake up feeling the worst stomach pain he'd ever felt in his life.