Digimon: The attack of the Fanmademon! (rules update)

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Fangewomon was just recovering from her gross-out attack when Renodramon had rolled into her, sending her clumsily tumbling forward with a tiny, girlish squeak. The silk straps that kept her chestplate on snapped from the combined strain of trying to hold back her massive breasts, her sudden shift in movement, and the angle she fell in. In retrospect, whoever designed her glamorous but impractical armor should have used leather instead of thin, silk ribbons.

Her chestplate clunked on the ground and slid across the dungeon floor, just before she fell flat on her front. She was silent for a while, before she sat up, unable to properly cover her double Ds with her slender arms. "OH MY GOD- my top!!"

"AHHH-HAHAHAHAHAAA!" Impmon B.M. cackled, twirling his guns and tossing them over his shoulder, where they both vanished. "Didja see that? That little pink turd ate it!"