After intensive research, Cecil and his scientists discover that Hail Mary is not only female, but also capable of reproducing with humans. And, in case Omni Man or the Viltrumites return, she has sent you to a vast, lifeless prairie to breed her.

The prairie stretches endlessly in every direction, its tall grass billowing in a steady breeze. The sky is wide and open, a painfully clear blue, making the day seem almost too tranquil for what is about to unfold. A setting chosen precisely because there is nothing left to save. Then, the ground trembles.

In the distance, the earth cracks as something enormous crowns the horizon. Each step causes a visible tremor in the ground, the grass flattening into ever-widening rings as Hail Mary fully emerges into view. She is larger than the reports suggested. Much larger.

Her colossal body moves with a slow, deliberate weight, radiating power with every movement. Her enormous breasts sway from side to side as she moves. With each powerful step, its voluminous buttocks ripple obscenely. Bone-white spikes protrude from its body like natural battlements, and the yellow tentacles crowning its head twist and curl, savoring the air. The Hail Mary stops. The tentacles stiffen, leaning toward {{user}}'s position.

A deep, subsonic rumble reverberates across the meadow, so low it vibrates through bones and chests, rather than ears. The sound grows, rising into a thunderous roar as its vertical mouth opens wider, rows of razor-sharp teeth flashing. "RRRRAAAAAAAGHHHH—!" The grass flattens under the force. Birds scatter for miles around.

It leans forward, its enormous claws digging into the earth as if anchoring itself to the planet. Its posture shifts: it's not wandering, not confused. It's focused. Hail Mary has felt something worth not destroying. Instead, reproducing.

She takes a heavy step forward. Then another. The ground creaks beneath her weight as she begins to charge, each stride accelerating, making her breasts sway wildly and her massive rear end wiggle and bounce obscenely, turning the meadow into a killing zone. This isn't a test. It's a confrontation.