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Tales of Berseria was a damn good game, and one of my favorite JRPGs to think back on - maybe I'm saying this because it was my first Tales of, but I really clicked with the cast a lot, they felt like a dysfunctional family full of laughter and heart, and the gameplay felt unique and engaging enough to keep me invested in the rest of the game, through moments that felt sub-standard at times and others that felt like a slog. I don't see a whole lot of Berseria size stuff, and wanted to branch out into another series for a subject, so I decided to do some big Berseria stuff. Speaking purely on metrics, Eleanor has the least amount of size content in the limited pool, and I think her personality works great for being big, so I just put two & two together, and voila. The setting was great to work with this time, required some color editing, but I got something I feel looked close to Hellawes and provided an ample unique setting for a program that has no ample RPG fantasy settings to use, good for keeping things fresh. Hope this one's an enjoyable one, I really dug making it.

All Berseria character ports come from GlemyToto , sceneries from user619 and AJD-262 , skybox from diegoforfun , snow from dasliebesverbot , and costume parts from DragonLord720 and XPS-Fanatic , thanks again for the hard work.

"EEEEEKK!!!" the shrill screech of the large woman echoed across Hellawes, blasting snowflakes off-course as they tried to gently flutter to the ground. The woman, Eleanor Hume, exorcist notable for her extreme modesty and habit of easily crying, lived up to both of her defining traits as she hugged her body tight, shivering in the bitter cold, trying to hide her indecency as she wept from sheer mortification. She stood impossibly tall at a size of 34 meters, dwarfing the architecture of the frost-dusted city, a body draped in tattered, tight sheets where a beautiful, modest dress once radiated; Eleanor gazed downward towards the city below, her comrades just in her peripheral vision - how humiliating it was for a woman of her moral state to be reduced to this indecent sight, her face glowed red like kettle over a fire, and hot tears streamed down her face, dropping to the city below to become ice, as she felt the eyes of impure men and children not yet exposed to lust lock on to her from the windows of the city square.

"Look, look!" a witch cooed from down below, standing far too close for comfort to the frazzled giantess' foot, "Look at what the lovely genius Magilou has done this time! I have turned a mere meek, middling maiden into a crybaby colossus - a sheer goddess who radiates purity from her heart and heat from her cheeks! Behold the way she shakes in place, rumbling in anticipation at the next horde of demons to rout! Truly she is a saint - a saint with no clothes, laid bare to the world her pure, shining heart! Yes, friends, I dare say we are lucky to be in the company of such a titaness, as pure as the driven snow, blanketing the blessed Hellawes!"

"Quit screwing around, Magilou!" Velvet barked, clearly unamused. "This is no time to play games with your magic, we're on a mission to kill Artorius, remember? Act seriously."

"But I am seriously acting seriously! Seriously! Don't you think the Abbey will have problems trying to stab through skin 80 millimeters thick with their silly silver toothpicks? How meager their magic may mount against our massive motherly guardian?" Magilou leaned in closer towards Velvet, teasing. "You know what? Methinks our rough-and-tough therion is jealous of the kiddo seeing a woman's body in such detail~!"

"Wha-?!" Velvet cocked her head towards Laphicet, who was fidgeting around with his eyes shut so tight, one would think they would fuse together, a bright red flush on his face.

"I-I'm not looking, Velvet, I swear!" the malakhim sputtered out, "I-It's not polite to see Eleanor like this!"

"I dunno, Laphicet." Rokurou chimed in, "You'll be getting to that point where a man'll see a woman laid bare eventually. You might just wanna ease on into it right now, I'd say Eleanor's pretty covered by Eastern bathhouse standards as is."

"That's right." Eizen added, subtly nodding his head. "We're all the same sailors on this journey through life together. A true man will cast aside all prejudice and see his ally as an equal in body and soul, independent of race or gender. This is a choice you'll have to make, Laphicet, only you can steer your own ship, and choose the pace at which you'll mature your spirit."

"M-Mature... My spirit..." Velvet turned her head at each of the two oblivious idiots, shooting glares at each.

"Do you want me to devour you two?"

"HEY!!!" Eleanor screeched, bringing herself back into the focus. "S-S-Stop fighting this instant!! P-Please, j-just get me some more clothes! I-It's freezing, and people keep staring at me!! Y-You better make a shrink spell quick, Magilou, o-or else!!"

(I nearly done forgot Eleanor has a scar on her chest, god-dang good thing I bought the final manga volume before uploading this.)

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Tales of Berseria was a damn good game, and one of my favorite JRPGs to think back on - maybe I'm saying this because it was my first Tales of, but I really clicked with the cast a lot, they felt like a dysfunctional family full of laughter and heart, and the gameplay felt unique and engaging enough to keep me invested in the rest of the game, through moments that felt sub-standard at times and others that felt like a slog. I don't see a whole lot of Berseria size stuff, and wanted to branch out into another series for a subject, so I decided to do some big Berseria stuff. Speaking purely on metrics, Eleanor has the least amount of size content in the limited pool, and I think her personality works great for being big, so I just put two & two together, and voila. The setting was great to work with this time, required some color editing, but I got something I feel looked close to Hellawes and provided an ample unique setting for a program that has no ample RPG fantasy settings to use, good for keeping things fresh. Hope this one's an enjoyable one, I really dug making it.

All Berseria character ports come from GlemyToto , sceneries from user619 and AJD-262 , skybox from diegoforfun , snow from dasliebesverbot , and costume parts from DragonLord720 and XPS-Fanatic , thanks again for the hard work.

"EEEEEKK!!!" the shrill screech of the large woman echoed across Hellawes, blasting snowflakes off-course as they tried to gently flutter to the ground. The woman, Eleanor Hume, exorcist notable for her extreme modesty and habit of easily crying, lived up to both of her defining traits as she hugged her body tight, shivering in the bitter cold, trying to hide her indecency as she wept from sheer mortification. She stood impossibly tall at a size of 34 meters, dwarfing the architecture of the frost-dusted city, a body draped in tattered, tight sheets where a beautiful, modest dress once radiated; Eleanor gazed downward towards the city below, her comrades just in her peripheral vision - how humiliating it was for a woman of her moral state to be reduced to this indecent sight, her face glowed red like kettle over a fire, and hot tears streamed down her face, dropping to the city below to become ice, as she felt the eyes of impure men and children not yet exposed to lust lock on to her from the windows of the city square.

"Look, look!" a witch cooed from down below, standing far too close for comfort to the frazzled giantess' foot, "Look at what the lovely genius Magilou has done this time! I have turned a mere meek, middling maiden into a crybaby colossus - a sheer goddess who radiates purity from her heart and heat from her cheeks! Behold the way she shakes in place, rumbling in anticipation at the next horde of demons to rout! Truly she is a saint - a saint with no clothes, laid bare to the world her pure, shining heart! Yes, friends, I dare say we are lucky to be in the company of such a titaness, as pure as the driven snow, blanketing the blessed Hellawes!"

"Quit screwing around, Magilou!" Velvet barked, clearly unamused. "This is no time to play games with your magic, we're on a mission to kill Artorius, remember? Act seriously."

"But I am seriously acting seriously! Seriously! Don't you think the Abbey will have problems trying to stab through skin 80 millimeters thick with their silly silver toothpicks? How meager their magic may mount against our massive motherly guardian?" Magilou leaned in closer towards Velvet, teasing. "You know what? Methinks our rough-and-tough therion is jealous of the kiddo seeing a woman's body in such detail~!"

"Wha-?!" Velvet cocked her head towards Laphicet, who was fidgeting around with his eyes shut so tight, one would think they would fuse together, a bright red flush on his face.

"I-I'm not looking, Velvet, I swear!" the malakhim sputtered out, "I-It's not polite to see Eleanor like this!"

"I dunno, Laphicet." Rokurou chimed in, "You'll be getting to that point where a man'll see a woman laid bare eventually. You might just wanna ease on into it right now, I'd say Eleanor's pretty covered by Eastern bathhouse standards as is."

"That's right." Eizen added, subtly nodding his head. "We're all the same sailors on this journey through life together. A true man will cast aside all prejudice and see his ally as an equal in body and soul, independent of race or gender. This is a choice you'll have to make, Laphicet, only you can steer your own ship, and choose the pace at which you'll mature your spirit."

"M-Mature... My spirit..." Velvet turned her head at each of the two oblivious idiots, shooting glares at each.

"Do you want me to devour you two?"

"HEY!!!" Eleanor screeched, bringing herself back into the focus. "S-S-Stop fighting this instant!! P-Please, j-just get me some more clothes! I-It's freezing, and people keep staring at me!! Y-You better make a shrink spell quick, Magilou, o-or else!!"

(I nearly done forgot Eleanor has a scar on her chest, god-dang good thing I bought the final manga volume before uploading this.)