#muse: trigger

Needs fatter.

billowingbabes

Fuck, that's so true though...

I need her to have an ass that can crush a truck at minimum why hasn't Hoyoverse done this it's how she was meant to be.

I love this game's gameplay loop, admiring the way her ass jiggles while walking in circles is really innovative for the genre!

I think I could have maybe more fun than anything else by just watching Trigger jiggle and seeing her ass shake.

"Trigger, the squad is in position, are you-?” the footsoldier was had been tasked to informing the sniper of the status of their squad; her communicator had been malfunctioning, nothing but static could be heard from the other side, so the soldier had not choice but to inform her personally.

As they approached her nest though, she could hear a low and heavy growl, sounds of screeching and clicking right out of a horror movie. They took a deep breath before taking a peek at whatever this creature might have attacked the sniper.

Their mouth dropped as they saw the "monster". To be fair, with the way Trigger was devouring red bean buns, the blonde woman might have seen like a monster to many. They had never seen her before, only heard legends, but none of them spoke of her size.

To saw she was fat would be an understatement. She was laying on her side, rubbing her swollen middle like she had pushed herself even past her limits, judging by the mountain of empty wrappers surrounding her like branches on a bird nest, it might be quite possible she did.

Her belly was immense, a pale blanket of lard, spreading across the floor as the woman laid on her side, two massive rolls of quaking blubber, jiggling in such rhythmic patterns that it was almost hypnotic, like waves crashing against the shore. Each one must have weighed as much as the soldier themselves.

They looked around the obese woman, her face bulging with face, a set of cheeks so puffy that they were constantly pushing her eye mask off. She lacked any semblance of a neck, instead she had two sets of chins, wobbling as she opened her mouth to let out a set of groans, moans, and huffs. It was then that they noticed the receiver laying right underneath her gigantic bingo wings, obviously crushed by the sack of cement that her "biceps" had turned into.

They were ready to report the sight to HQ when they saw the woman slightly perk up, almost as if she had seen something. They knew Trigger had gone blind after an unfortunate accident, but still somehow remained the best sniper in the whole army.

They paid attention as the woman groaned and shuffled from side to side like a beached turtle, her gelatinous body moving like it was a balloon filled with water until she was able to properly rest on her apron of a gut, the whole structure they were standing in suddenly shaking from the impact.

Much the same way the soldier was shaken by the new sight. They thought Trigger was obese before, but taking a look at her ass made them wonder how fat this woman actually was.

Each cheek was of titanic proportions, she would have been able to fill up a whole family couch on her own. She had obviously made the attempt of wearing her uniform, but all that remained were ripped pieces of cloth barely holding on, an ocean of holes that could have triggered someone's trypophobia just by looking at it, all revealing the pale behemoth-like buns, jiggling and loudly smacking in the wind even seconds after she stopped moving, pale boulders covered in a thick layer of cellulite, completely obscuring anything in front of them.

The soldier's curiosity was quickly satisfied as they heard a loud gunshot, the impact not as frightening as the loud clapping and quaking sounds that suddenly erupted from the blonde butterball's body.

"Excellent shot, Trigger!" came the voice of one of her colleagues through the soldier's radio.