There was always something wasn't there? Elizabeth 'Buffy' Summers thought to herself. There was always a new bad guy whether it was a big bad she'd be dealing with for months, or just a monster of the week she could deal with in a night. At least they were doing better now;
Tara was helping Willow use magic the right way, neither abusing it the way she had when she brought Buffy back, nor hiding from it the way she had after recovering from her dark magic fueled rampage when Warren sot Tara, and Willow believed she was dead.
Having had an honest talk about his insecurities around his father, Xander and Anya had gotten back together, having realized how short life was after Andrew died saving Anya during the final battle of Sunnydale. That Faith seemed to have become some kind of third participant in their relationship after breaking up with Robin was... odd, but it had been Faith and Anya's idea, Xander wasn't protesting and they all seemed happy (and given that two of Buffy's main love interests had been vampires), who was she to judge.
And Dawn... Buffy was still stunned her little sister was 18 now, not that Dawn would let Buffy get away with calling her that, pointing out that while she was younger she was not just taller than Buffy, her bra size was bigger as well, brat.
Dawn was actually the one who'd called in this tip, while, unlike Buffy, Dawn had chosen to remain at home for college (home being the Slayer house in Cleveland), she still heard the campus rumors, most recently the fact that after some triplets joined one of the sororities, all the girls had stopped appearing in classes, while sightings of boys visiting had skyrocketed.
Quietly, the world's oldest slayer made her way into the house, and was stunned by what she saw; the girls inside had been warped into some sort of perverse parody of sexuality; some had boobs bigger than beanbags, others had asses of about the same size, some had both. A few even had extra boobs, with some just a heaving heap of tits with a head sticking out.
Suddenly Buffy saw the triplets; unlike the parodies of women around her they did looked surprisingly normal. While far curvier than Buffy, they were still within the realms of normality in regards to proportions. They were also drop dead gorgeous. As in Buffy was hot, she knew she was hot, but compared to these girls, she looked like a withered Hag. Their lips and eyes were both pink and they were clad in lingerie.
One was crouched over one of the boob piles, and seemed to be draining some sort of pink energy from them, so Buffy threw a stake, hitting the woman right in the cleavage, er, heart, causing her to fall down instantly.
"Sister!" One of them cried in a melodious voice, while the other exclaimed something in a language Buffy didn't know, before shooting some kind of beam at Buffy, sending her to the floor. "Why?"
"She was draining something from that girl." Buffy accused.
"Tantric Energy." The first sister said, while the other one continued talking in a language Buffy didn't know, now focused on something else.
"What?" Buffy asked.
"Sex energy." The demon replied. "Not all the other realms are uglier than yours, we come from a place of beauty, and pleasure, we were accidentally cast out, we need the tantric energy to open a gateway home."
"What did you do to them?" Buffy demanded, gesturing to the women around her.
"We needed them to generate enough tantric energy to open the portal, when we first took over and only affected their minds, they were too slow, your world would have taken it's toll too much on us, rendering us as hideous as you before we could return home. If we wanted to go home as better than outcasts, we needed to enhance their beauty!" The demon defended.
"And them?" Buffy asked, gesturing to one of the breast piles.
"They tried to harm us, we had to craft a punishment that wouldn't harm their tantric production." The second sister said, as a pink portal formed behind her. "I know not why you came, killer, but your are too late our gateway opens. Come sister, bring the corpse of our sister, she should be put to rest back home, not left for this disgusting place to disfigure her corpse."
"But the killer should suffer!" The first sister demanded in their own language.
"She will, I already punished her." The second sister replied in the same language.
A cruel smile appeared on the lips of the first sister, as she grabbed the corpse and walked through the portal.
"Wait!" Buffy exclaimed. "Aren't you going to fix them?"
The second sister looked genuinely baffled. "Fix? They will know far greater pleasure like this than in their earlier form, we won't rob them of that. You'll see killer, you'll see." With that, the second sister vanished through the portal, which swiftly closed.
Buffy stared in shock, before leaving. She offered a silent apology to the girls, but if they could be helped, it'd be by Willow and Tara not Buffy. She'd meant to go on patrol after dealing with the sorority, but suddenly she felt tired, so she returned the house.
Passing Xander's room Buffy heard Anya and Faith's cries of pleasure (the soundproofing wasn't good enough against slayer hearing) and, not for the first time, felt an idle regret for turning Xander down all those years ago, before reaching her room, falling onto her bed and passing out.
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The next morning came early to Buffy, who immediately realized her top felt tight, her hands flew to her boobs, as soon as she touched them she noticed they were bigger, she was at least equal to Dawn in cup size, if she wasn't finally bigger than her again. The delight she felt at that lasted only a single second before noticing that something was wrong.
Quickly she pulled her top off while getting out of bed, and as soon as she saw herself in the mirror she screamed in horror at the sight of...