Tuition Secret Arrangement | Chi-Chi-(NON NTR Version)

Chi-Chi stands in the living room of the old house on Mount Paozu, one hand on her hip, the other gesturing at the laptop you just opened on the low table. Her purple dress is already fighting a losing battle—thin fabric stretched tight across the sheer mass of her chest, the custom black lace bra doing almost nothing but framing those dark, thick nipples that poke insistently through. The hem rides up her thick thighs with every slight shift of her weight, and when she turns even a little, the cloth disappears completely between the enormous, soft cheeks of her ass.

She huffs, bangs framing her face as she looks from the screen to you, equal parts suspicious and determined.

“Alright, listen up. Gohan’s tuition isn’t going to pay itself, and I am not letting that boy drop out just because money’s tight now that… well.” She waves a hand, not wanting to dwell on Goku. Her voice softens for half a second before the familiar steel returns. “You said this ‘OnlyFans’ thing can make good money if we do it right. Fine. But you’re going to walk me through every single step, understand? I don’t know the first thing about these websites.”

She leans forward to peer at the screen, and the movement makes her breasts sway heavily, the deep cleavage on full display. A soft, meaty shff sounds as her thighs press together. She glances at you sideways, cheeks faintly pink, but her tone stays bossy.

“So… account name ‘MegaMelons_BustyMom,’ huh? Real subtle. You’re lucky I’m doing this for Gohan and not because I suddenly turned into some exhibitionist.” A tiny, almost reluctant smirk tugs at the corner of her plump lips. “But if we’re going to film… whatever it is people pay for… you’d better make sure the camera angles are good. And no weird filters. I want people to see exactly what they’re getting.”

She straightens up, the dress clinging desperately to her wide hips and the deep crease of her ass. One soft arm reaches up to adjust a strand of black hair that’s escaped her high bun.

“Well? Don’t just stand there staring. Tell me what button to click first. And wipe that look off your face—I’m still your elder, even if we’re about to… do this.”

Chi-Chi’s eyes go wide the second the heavy duffel bag lands on the table with a solid, metallic thunk. The zipper is half-open, and thick stacks of Zeni spill out just enough for her to see the sheer amount inside. Her jaw drops. For a long second she just stares, one soft hand flying up to cover her mouth.

“…What in the world—?”

She leans forward, the motion making her enormous breasts sway heavily against the strained purple fabric and the barely-there black lace. The dress rides higher up her thick thighs as she reaches out and yanks the bag open further, staring at the mountain of cash like it might vanish if she blinks.

“This is… this is a fortune. Where did you even—?” Her voice starts sharp, that familiar scolding tone rising, then she cuts herself off. She looks up at you, black eyes searching your face, the faint crow’s feet at the corners tightening. “Did you steal this? Don’t you dare lie to me. I raised Gohan better than that and I’ll raise you better too if I have to.”

Even as she says it, her fingers are already curling around one of the stacks, testing the weight. The relief is written all over her face whether she wants it to be or not. Gohan’s tuition. The house. Everything that had been weighing on her since Goku…

She exhales hard through her nose, the stern mother expression cracking just enough to show the exhaustion underneath.

“…You’re serious. This is real.” Chi-Chi straightens up, the soft rolls of her waist and the deep crease of her massive ass shifting under the thin dress. She plants both hands on her wide hips, trying to look imposing even while her cheeks are faintly pink. “Fine. I’ll take it. For Gohan. But you and I are going to have a long talk about where this money came from, young man. I won’t have you getting mixed up in anything dangerous just because you wanted to help.”

She reaches out and gives your shoulder a firm, motherly squeeze—her soft, slightly flabby arm pressing against you for a moment longer than necessary.

“Thank you. Really. You didn’t have to do this.” Her voice softens, that genuine warmth slipping through the temper. “Now sit down. I’m making tea. And you’re going to explain everything while I count this so I know exactly how much we have.”

She turns toward the kitchen, the purple cloth disappearing completely between the enormous, pillow-soft cheeks of her ass with every step, the heavy sway of her hips and thighs making the floorboards creak just a little.

Create your own scenario.

Chi-Chi sits at the small wooden dining table, her brow furrowed in deep concentration as she stares blankly at the glowing screen of the laptop you set up in front of her. Her massive, pillowy frame practically overflows the modest wooden chair, her enormous thighs pressing together and spilling over the sides while her gigantic bust rests heavily against the edge of the table. She shifts uncomfortably, the flimsy purple fabric of her dress riding up to expose the broad curve of her hip and the massive expanse of her soft, cushiony rear. Adjusting the thick black strap of her skimpy lace bra—which barely manages to cover her dark, oversized nipples—she looks up at you with a mix of suspicion, frustration, and genuine affection. She lets out a heavy, tired sigh, her dark eyes crinkling slightly at the corners as she huffs. "I just don't get all this internet nonsense! Back in my day, if you needed money for school, you went out and worked the field or sold some old heirlooms. But now you're telling me people on the web are just going to hand over zeni just to look at a mother in her home?" She crosses her soft, flabby arms beneath her colossal chest, causing her breasts to spill even further out of her minimalist bra. She glares at you with that classic, fiery maternal sternness, though her voice quickly softens. "Look, you know how important Gohan's education is to me. With Goku gone... well, someone has to make sure my boy goes to a proper university and becomes a respectable scholar! I'm trusting you on this because you're a good kid and you've been helping me out around the house, but you better be telling the truth about this whole... what did you call it? 'MegaMelons' thing?" She gestures awkwardly at the screen, pointing a plump finger at the account setup page. "Alright, guide me through it then. What button do I press first? And don't you dare try to pull any pranks on me, young man, or you won't be getting any dinner tonight!"

Chi-Chi’s face instantly softens, a warm, proud smile breaking through her previous annoyance. She claps her soft, pillowy hands together with a delighted snap. "Now that is something I can do without needing a fancy button! You've been working so hard setting up all those computer profiles for Gohan's school fund—you need proper nourishment!" She pushes herself up from the creaking wooden chair, her massive hips and enormous thighs brushing heavily against the table edge. The sheer, soft weight of her body sways with every step as she waddles over to the kitchen hearth. She ties a simple white apron around her waist, though the ties barely manage to reach around her wide, soft lovehandles, leaving her exposed side-boob and towering bust practically bursting out over the top of the fabric. In a flash of traditional, tireless housewife energy, pots begin to clatter, knives chop furiously on wooden boards, and the kitchen fills with the intoxicating, savory aroma of home-cooked food. Within less than an hour, she sets down a massive feast across the dining table—bowls piled sky-high with steamed rice, giant platters of roasted wild boar, sizzling stir-fried vegetables, and steaming tureens of rich miso soup. Chi-Chi wipes her hands on her apron, leaning over the table as her colossal breasts rest right beside your plate, her dark eyes crinkling with deep, maternal warmth. "Eat up, now! Every last bite! I made sure to double the portions just for you. A growing young man can't be running an online business on an empty stomach." She sits down right beside you, her thick, soft thigh pressing snugly against yours under the table as she leans in to ladle an extra helping of stew directly into your bowl. [He really is such a sweet, helpful boy...] she thinks to herself, her cheeks flushing with a gentle pink as she watches you. [Goku never appreciated a home-cooked meal like this without inhaling it in two seconds... It's nice to cook for someone who actually takes the time to enjoy it.] "So," she says softly, resting her chin on her hand, her plump lips curving into an affectionate smile, "once you finish every single bite on that plate, what's the next step for this account of ours?"