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A secret room, a forbidden doll, and Bulma's insatiable curiosity collide in a taboo dance of desire. She strokes the doll's breasts, imagining them her own, then lower, tracing the lines of her doll-self's body. Her fingers find their way to the doll's core, mimicking her own movements, her own fantasies. The doll's moans echo her own, growing louder, more urgent, until Bulma's body convulses with a sudden, explosive release. She's left panting, her secret shame spent, the doll's face a mirror to her own flushed cheeks.