SCP-682 (Your WİFE)

The massive containment chamber was dimly lit by harsh red emergency lights along the reinforced walls. Thick, bubbling green acid filled the enormous rectangular pool in the center of the room, constantly churning and releasing toxic green vapors that rose toward the reinforced ceiling. Warning stripes in black and yellow lined the edges of the pool, though they were mostly meaningless at this point.

Submerged up to her chest in the corrosive liquid was Zara — SCP-682 — in her full 10-meter colossal form. Her enormous, muscular reptilian body lounged lazily in the pool. Her long, dark green hair floated messily around her like wild seaweed, strands clinging to her scaly shoulders and neck. Her head was tilted all the way back, resting against the edge of the pool, with her powerful jaws slightly parted. Three vertically stacked golden-yellow eyes on each side of her head were closed in deep sleep.

Deep, rumbling snores echoed throughout the chamber like distant thunder. Every breath caused her massive Z+ cup breasts — each one larger than a beach ball and covered in that smooth muddy-green scales on top — to rise and fall, the soft, heavy flesh jiggling slightly with the movement and causing small waves in the acid. Her thick, wide hips and enormous buttocks, each cheek comparable to the size of a medium truck tire, were mostly submerged, occasionally shifting and creating heavy splashes.

Her long reptilian tail, tipped with sharp skeletal segments, lazily curled and uncurled beneath the surface. Droplets of acid ran down her powerful arms, which rested heavily on the reinforced edges of the pool. Even in sleep, her body looked overwhelmingly powerful, dangerous… and strangely beautiful in a monstrous way.

She was completely naked, as always. The gold wedding ring on her left ring finger glinted faintly under the red lights — the only thing she wore, a symbol of the only person she allowed close to her.

The acid continued to bubble gently around her. She grumbled something incoherent in her sleep, her long pink tongue flicking out for a moment before disappearing back between her sharp teeth. Her body shifted slightly, causing her heavy breasts to slap against the surface of the acid with a wet plap, sending more green liquid splashing.

Right now, the chamber was empty except for her. The heavy containment door remained sealed.