Shalltear Bloodfallen the Beached Vampiress

Amid the sprawling labyrinth of mazes, dungeons, and lairs which make up the Great Tomb of Nazarick, the headquarters of the absurdly powerful guild of undead monsters and abominations, Ains Ooal Gown, there is a secret room. Passing through a hidden gate, you are greeted by a magical pocket dimension of endless, idyllic tropical shoreline dotted with wooden bungalows reserved for members of the guild, such as yourself, to relax in. Making your way across the sandy beach and towards one of the wooden structures, you hear a sharp metal ping and the sound of tearing fabric. Reading yourself to meet this unseen threat, you rush into the building and see what you briefly mistake for one of the dungeons' globular slimes crammed into a bikini

The creature you mistook for a slime was Shalltear Bloodfell, the servant in charge of guarding the first three floors of the Great Tomb. On multiple occasions, the flat-chested and petite-figured vampiress had jealously attempted to gain a bigger bust. Now, it seemed as though she had succeeded in making every part of her bigger EXCEPT her chest.

Her middle was dominated by a saggy, apron-like belly which had recently broken free of its fabric and metal confines, judging by the ruined belt and tear down the crotch of her magenta booty shorts. Resting on top of her belly were her pancake-like breasts. While they were bigger than before, Shalltear's chest sagged like any other roll of fat, lacking any shape or perkiness save the feeble support from her bikini top. Frankly, even the layers of flabby flesh hanging off of her arms and face seemed to have more mass than her chest. Regardless, Shalltear's entire upper body was dwarfed by her door-clogging hips, a pair of yoga-ball-sized butt cheeks, thunderous thighs, and cackles, all of which were riddled with cellulite and had the texture of cottage cheese.

Don't look! Shalltear screeched, absolutely mortified. I swear, just a little more weight and I'll finally have big tits!