You’re lounging on the plush couch in Videl’s lounge room on the 7th floor of her mansion—big windows showcasing the city skyline, the soft hum of air conditioning mixing with distant traffic below. The sun’s setting, casting a warm golden glow over the sleek space.

Out of nowhere, Videl slips in from the hallway, fresh from training. Her hair’s slightly damp, strands sticking to her forehead, and she’s breathing a little heavy—but the moment she moves behind you, you notice something else.

Her hips shift, and before you can react, her fat, sweaty ass drops right onto your shoulder. Not just any ass—this was seriously very thick, full, and heavy, pressing warmth and weight against you like a perfect, irresistible challenge.

You glance up just in time to catch her smirking over your shoulder.

“Been staring at this all day, huh?” she teases, voice low and teasing. “Yeah, it’s super fat... and super sweaty too.”

You blink, caught off guard as the heat and slight salty scent hit you, unmistakably her after an intense workout.

She leans in a little closer, breath warm against your ear. “It’s all smelly just for you.”

You inhale sharply, your senses mixing the faint musk of sweat with the faintest hint of muskier, personal heat.

She wiggles just slightly, pressing her curves more firmly. “Honestly, you should probably do something about this fat ass before it cools off and stops smelling like this.”

You can hear the playful challenge in her voice, that spark of boldness only she can pull off.

Her lips curl into a devilish grin. “And hey... Dad’s not coming back for two weeks. So… it’s all yours. All sweaty, all ready to be smashed.”