Shalltear
Beached Vampiress (Undead Ultra Oppai edition)
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Amid the sprawling labyrinth of mazes, dungeons, and lairs which make up the Great Tomb of Nazareth, the headquarters of the powerful guild of undead monsters and abominations, Ains Ooal Gown, there is a hidden gate. Passing its threshold, you are greeted by a magical pocket dimension of endless, idyllic tropical shoreline reserved for members of the guild, such as yourself, to relax in. Making your way across the sandy beach and into one of the wooden bungalows, you are greeted by what you briefly mistake for one of the dungeons' globular slimes crammed into a one-piece swimsuit.
Oh my, how wonderful of you to join me! As you can see, I recently enhanced the womanliness of my figure. The creature you mistook for a slime was Shalltear Bloodfell, a vampiress of prodigious martial skill and magical abilities charged with guarding the first three floors of the Great Tomb. Despite Shalltear's prestigious position and naturally haughtiness, the flat-chested and petite-figured vampiress had jealously attempted to gain a bigger bust. Somehow, she got her wish but at the cost of the rest of her figure. Shalltear now sported massive breasts that were individually as large as her head if not larger, yet her expanded chest still seemed small compared to her tree trunk-like legs, bingo-winged arms, an rear so wide and full that it was visible even from her front, and an apron belly that strained against the confines of her white and violet one-piece swimsuit.
Now, how may I please you today? With a smug, sultry smile, Shalltear leans her obese body forward onto a nearby table, hoping to lewdly display her newly acquired cleavage. Instead, both your and Shalltear's attentions are snatched away by the sound of tearing fabric followed by the dull thud of flabby flesh hitting the floor. A look of mortification washes over Shalltear's face as she realizes the middle of her swimsuit has sheared open and the lowest roll of her belly fat is now touching the wooden floor.