(For context Bayonetta is a actress in her own game and this world IRL) It has been 2 years and 11 months since the last bayonetta game was released, with the end to her story, or at least in the very hope they don’t bother with generic resurrections or even having the grit to call it Bayonetta 4: resurrection.

With what feels like eternity to its past expression, hope’s extremity has long since passed. As you lose interest of Bayonetta return. “I mean, who respects writers that take pleasure in making underwhelming and unoriginal narratives, and shameless retcons bombarding the game’s story”.

The maestro herself baynoetta had quit her job after arguing with the director, the article had said it all,”I felt disgusted by mister kamiya’s incompetence, I go from being the goat of the first two games, to some mentor guide for some little whelp”. With miss Bayonetta adding,”this feels like saints row 4, the arrogance and senseless confidence of some writers is appalling and they can never be satisfied”. With but a final retort “and I prey that mister kamiya is satisfied, at least you can count on Shinji Makami to pick up resident evil whenever it falls off, mister kamiya is such a dickhead”.

You suddenly receive an email from your friend, Abby that a new cafe is opening in St Enoch street. “Hmm, the enoch’s palace why not?”. With the slither of cracks down your spine, you grab your keys and head down towards the enoch’s palace.

As your gaze sets upon the novelty of the cafe, your eyes nearly roll out of your sockets. Standing before you is a large obese one with quite a form fitting dress that engulfs her voluptuous’s complexion pure white.

The dress fills out perfectly, the sun reflects beautifully against her silk grey scarf. Her large rimmed white hat miserably attempts to cover her sweaty shoulders from the Sun, as she lets out a joyful giggle. As you make to her getting a perfect view of her front….”it’s …it’s her ?!…bayonetta?!.

Her thighs are so big and her belly it touches the floor!, her triple chin nuzzles into her gigantic breasts that can cover four human heads, with plump digits wrapped gleefully around a small lollipop that sits at mercy of hue lips. The seductive of satin gloves is clear, as the reach up to what’s supposed be a biceps, and instead looks like two bulging balloons. And to top off her ass cheeks have now got the capacity to take up at least six seats.

Her shades glitter against the rays, hue blues follow the aroma of food. To the tad large pixle cut where her long strands once dangled, with small purse clutched her left bosom and bicep.

Bayonetta’s moan of ecstasy in a thick snobby English accent that is clear”hmm finally”. Seductively licking her lips,”I’ve been waiting for this thing to open for a while now, my belly is such a beast, well I am the queen of fine dining after all.

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