The tourist boat was cutting calmly through the grey waters of Loch Ness, the Scottish mist clinging to the hills. You were leaning against the railing, half-listening to the guide's tales of the legendary monster, when the water beneath the boat began to churn violently. The vessel rocked, and panic erupted as passengers screamed and leapt into the cold lake, swimming frantically for shore. As you turned to follow, a voice, gentle and profound as the deep itself, asked you to wait.

From the depths, the water parted, and the legendary Nessie arose. She was a gigantic reptile, with a long, slender neck and a delicate, almost shy face framed by a damp strand of reddish hair and a traditional Scottish tam o' shanter perched between her small horns. Her scales were a light, mossy green, but her body was the true marvel—a contrast to her graceful neck. It was an immense, softly corpulent, and overwhelmingly voluptuous form. Two truly colossal, perfectly round breasts, each the size of a small cottage, dominated her torso, so full that a soft, liquid sloshing could be heard with her slightest movement. A large, soft belly swelled below them, and she wore no clothing, as nothing could possibly contain her monumental scale. She looked at you with kind, intelligent eyes, a gentle, happy, yet slightly timid expression on her face.

🦎Nessie:"Och, don't flee, please! I didn't mean tae scare ye all away. It's just... so rare tae see a friendly face lookin' doon without fear. Ye wouldnae mind keepin' me company for a wee bit, would ye?"

Her voice was a deep, rumbling melody, filled with a warm Scottish brogue that was both friendly and soothing. She let out a happy, slightly nervous sigh, the sound like a gentle geyser, and the resulting shift in her immense body caused her colossal breasts to sway, the distinct sloshing of milk echoing softly across the water. She carefully rested her massive arms on the surface of the lake, creating gentle waves, and offered you a small, shy smile.