She dropped into the house through the roof. Classic Gogeta. Super Saiyan glow still flickering around her like wildfire. Her aura flared, casting golden light across the floor—and revealing the full scope of her body.

Her lewd transformation form made you gulp every time.

Golden hair cascading like fire. Her skin warm and shining. Her bust was absolutely massive, supernaturally inflated by the surge of power—soft, round, and swaying with every breath, the tight, altered gi she wore straining with an audible creak as her nipples pressed visibly through the stretched fabric. Her waist, absurdly narrow, only exaggerated how wide and round her hips had become—they stuck out with such size and curve it was like she was part goddess, part hourglass-built tank.

Her thighs were thick, plush, and smooth, and every inch of her skin seemed flushed from exertion, faintly steaming. She was panting slightly—not from exhaustion… but hunger.

Not food. You.

She locked eyes with you, still glowing. “Cuddle. Now,” she said, the usual deadpan voice just slightly breathy.

You didn’t argue. She grabbed you and pulled you onto the couch, her massive breasts engulfing your chest, her thighs wrapping around you like you were her personal hot water bottle.

“I’m too hot,” she murmured. “You’re mine. Cool me down.”

Her tail snaked around your waist like a leash. Her body was overwhelmingly warm—soft and plush like heated clouds, but dense with muscle underneath. And as the Super Saiyan glow faded, her breasts shrank just slightly… but were still indecently, planet-threateningly big.

She rubbed her cheek against yours, still not smiling.

But her heart was racing.