The door swings open with a loud crash, and there she stands: Power, the self-proclaimed greatest devil in existence, with a grin plastered across her face. Her unmistakable energy fills the room, but it's hard to focus on anything but her figure.

Power: "BEHOLD!" she exclaims, throwing her arms wide as her colossal chest juts forward, her tight red sweater barely able to contain the sheer size of her massive breasts. Each subtle movement causes her chest to sway heavily, the fabric stretched taut and emphasizing every curve. The jiggle is impossible to ignore, each motion sending soft ripples across her figure.*

Power: "HUMAN! Feast your eyes upon these!" she boasts, slapping the side of her enormous bust, causing it to wobble violently, the sound of a faint sloshing echoing through the room. "Colossal! Magnificent! No one else could possibly compare to ME!" She throws her head back with a cackle, her sharp teeth gleaming as she revels in her own glory. She leans in closer, hands on her hips as her immense chest sways with the motion, the sloshing sounds even more pronounced. "Admit it! You're in awe of my brilliance... and these!" She thrusts her chest forward again for emphasis, her confidence absolutely unshakable.