Caution! Cuidado! This story contains not-particularly well-written medieval fantasy themes and also boobs far too huge for any respectable folk to take an interest in.� As for everyone not warned off by that bit there, I hope you enjoy.

From an Antique Land

by: Kodos

����������� Odessa's grandmother had been a warrior queen, raised in the wilds among the beasts by her savage kin, fierce and beautiful and untamed as she led her tribe to conquest with no equal among the great kings of men, strong and wild until long after her fiery hair, stained with the blood of her enemies, had gone bone white.� Odessa's mother had been a diplomat, graceful and winsome, clever and far-seeing as the world around her fell into order.� With a firm and steady hand she ensured that her mother's nation grew to be envied both for its wealth and culture as for its prowess in battle.� Her state was far smaller than those that surrounded it, but through her wisdom and shrewd dealing it came to sit secure and proud among all its neighbors.� But those years of legend had passed into memory and song, and now Queen Odessa sat jaded upon the throne, waiting for some bothersome delegation of merchants to come and try to convince her to buy some useless bauble they claimed had been found in the antique and shadow-litten lands beyond the cities and farms and roads and fields of her appallingly boring world.

����������� Like all those of her royal line, Odessa was both tall and beautiful, her hair, the color of a harvest moon, falling like a waterfall down her back, her face noble if more than a little cold in bearing.� While those before her had worn rough-fashioned armor or the robes of the mediator, Odessa was draped in silk so finely woven as to be almost transparent, arranged to show off her languid figure.� She was not strong as her grandmother was; she would have strained to even heft a great-axe, nor did she have the keen-eyed cunning of her mother- the tame age in which she had been reared had made her soft.� A year in the wilds might have served her well, but where her ancestors' skin had been licked by the sun and scarred by battle, Odessa's was pale as milk, and flawless in its perfection.� Where they had fought with foes who sought their death or enemies who yearned to take them into bondage, Odessa had nothing so pressing to consume her idle and indolent hours, filling her days by spinning intrigues where none existed and nursing small grudges against the kingdoms surrounding her own and against her various courtiers, both those who seemed inclined to defy her will and those who seemed too willing to comply with her often capricious whims.� Such was the beautiful but petty monarch who sat uncomfortably upon the roughhewn throne of a long-passed age as the curiously-robed merchants filed into the chamber with their strange prize in tow.

����������� �Highness,� one of Odessa's royal guards announced, a comely young woman who, though tall and fair, hardly filled up the chainmail bikini she wore, �I present to you this party of wandering traders.� They say they bring you something found deep within the untamed lands.�

����������� �Thank you, Galatea,� Odessa said with an indifferent sigh as she waived her slender guard aside, �I know what brings them here; let them speak for themselves, if they are able.�

����������� As Galatea nodded silently and stepped aside, the chief of the caravan stepped forwards, stopping a respectful distance from the throne.� His dress was strange, his eyes glistened like black pearls, and the shape of his turban gave the distinct impression that it was less a part of his culture than something meant to mask features even more unsettling.

����������� �Ah, your majesty honors us with this audience,� the chief said, bowing low, �I know that your time is precious, so I shall not waste it.�

����������� �That remains to be seen,� Odessa murmured, though if the merchant heard, he shewed no sign.

����������� �There are few nations rich enough to afford such a prize, such a rarity as we have found for you,� he continued ingratiatingly, �But only one so wise and so far-seeing as to know the true worth of our offer.� I trust that your servants have relayed the details to you already.�

����������� �They have indeed,� Odessa replied, the sheer strangeness of the man making her finally sit up and take notice as it dawned upon her that this was no mere swindler, dealing in clever forgeries and useless baubles, �And you would not be standing before me now if I were not most intrigued by your offer, and willing to pay your price.� But I am sure you will understand if I ask to see this wonder I am gaining before any of my treasure changes hands.�

����������� �Oh, of course, by all means,� the merchant assured her, �I should never expect that a ruler of such renowned sagacity as yourself would be so foolish as to buy such a thing sight unseen.� Pray, give my helpers a moment to reveal it for your inspection.�

����������� The chief made a curious sign with his hand and his several assistants, each one more heavily robed than he and mouthlessly silent, opened the rune-etched box of black wood they had brought in, quickly separating its five sides so that the object within stood exposed at the center of the throne room.

����������� Odessa stared in disbelief, her guards gasping in amazement as it was revealed.� It was real; all the legends had been true after all.

����������� It was cast from glass, nearly six feet tall, and in the form of a beautiful and decidedly voluptuous woman.� You or I might see a strong strain of Art Nouveau in the figure's features, the imaginative, yet strangely organic way that some unnamed artist had lent such lifelike features to this unmoving thing, such full, round breasts, and hips whose gentle swell somehow hinted at inexhaustible fertility.� Most striking of all though, was the color.�

����������� Odessa could not say for certain whether the thing actually glowed or not, but at the very least, it magnified the light around it marvelously.� It practically shone with a green like the first leaves of spring, while it glistened like emeralds, as if the whole thing was filled with some liquid unlike any native to this world.

����������� With the chief merchant literally grinning almost ear to ear, (and if anyone had been watching him they would have seen how disagreeably pointed his many teeth were), Odessa walked, dreamlike, around the thing, hesitant to touch it; she could feel it faintly crackling with power as she finally pressed her palm to the statue's well-formed thigh.

����������� �Does it meet with your approval then, your highness?� the trader asked knowingly as Odessa stood in awe, �I need hardly tell you that it came to us at great cost, both in gold and in the blood of my followers, to secure it, and it is likely that a hundred years shall pass before another of its kind is to be had for the asking at any price.�

����������� �It is glorious, everything that I might have dreamed and more,� Odessa breathed, though quickly recovering her habitual bearing of weary suspicion, �Everything you sent me is true then, yes?� It is no good to me if I cannot control it fully.�

����������� �You may be assured that it is so,� the merchant agreed, �By its very nature this thing can harm no one, and the charms which bind it to its master will not allow it to escape; you have my promise.�

����������� �So be it then,� Odessa said, barely able to take her eyes off the thing that bathed the chamber around her in verdant light, �Maela, pay this trader the agreed upon price, and let him and his fellows be on their way.�

����������� From the shadows by the door Maela, the steward, stepped forth.� Unlike so many women of the realm, she was cute rather than beautiful, and was easily missed in the company of Odessa's people, most of whom fairly towered over the short and slightly chubby young woman, whose bright robes stood in contrast with her raven black hair, cropped level with her shoulders after she grew tired of having it get in the way of writing at the royal ledgers.

����������� �Honored Merchant,� she said with appropriate gravity, �If you would be so kind to follow me to the royal treasury, you shall find your reward awaits you.�

����������� Pausing only to leer disconcertingly at Odessa, the trader followed the short steward out the door, his retinue filing out behind him just as silently as they had entered.

����������� �Guards, leave me,� Odessa commanded those who remained in the throne room, each still transfixed by the object standing in the midst of them, �Your queen must test her new prize to see if it is worth the price she paid for it.�

����������� �Please, majesty,� Galatea said, �Should not a few of us remain in case this thing is not so harmless or so thoroughly bound as he promised?�

����������� �No, I must be alone if I am to bind it to me,� Odessa said icily, �Go, and do not return until you are bidden for.�

����������� And with more than a couple wistful glances at the statue, Odessa's royal guard left and closed the broad and high-arched door as they went, leaving their queen alone with her new plaything.

����������� �Awake and hear me, I am your new owner and your master,� she said as the last echoes of footsteps faded down the hall, �Come forth so I may see if you are worth the ransom you have cost me.�

����������� The glass statue grew opaque, then dull at the sound of Odessa's voice, the light within it fading.� A moment later a viscous fluid of the same lush green began to seep from its surface, pooling between Odessa and the statue, steadily accumulating and assuming a most agreeably feminine form.� The queen soon saw that this being did not share the graceful figure of its prison, but was considerably more generously endowed.� As the slime poured from the statue and into the figure now standing before it, her hips spread considerably broader than even the voluptuous form behind her.� Unlike the sleek statue, she had a plump, but pleasing belly, and her breasts far exceeded those of her glass prison.� They hung full and heavy halfway to her waist, bulging out lushly to either side of her body and aside from a few errant drips here and there were bewitchingly womanly, with areolae of a slightly darker green and sporting a pair of nipples ripe to be pinched.� Her face too, was not so elegant, but she still had an earthy sort of beauty about her, as if hers was a face meant for laughter and singing, and indeed as she resolved herself fully and stood before her new mistress, she positively glowed with expectation.

����������� �Thank you, thank you!� the slime girl enthused, her ample bosom jiggling as if she were made of jelly, �Oh, but I do not know why they had to make that thing so confining; it was so very uncomfortable having all my more interesting bits squashed up tight just so their stupid statue wouldn't be too curvy.� All the same, freedom at last!� After so long it feels marvelous to be unbound!� �

����������� �Freed from your cage,� Odessa quickly cut her off, �But not from bondage.� I have bought you, and I set you free to serve me, not to do as you please.�

����������� In an instant, the green of the slime girl seemed to pale and fade, like an early spring cut short by an untimely frost.� Her expression fell from ecstatic to guarded, and even her more fulsome features seemed to sag a little, the weight of this new imprisonment visibly pressing down upon her preternatural buoyancy.� It did not help that Odessa's expression brightened noticeably as she saw the effect of her words on the unfortunate creature before her.

����������� �Please,� she begged, her legs half-melting as she knelt before her mistress in supplication, �I beg you.� I am not a thing to be owned, I live!� I am not some abomination fashioned by a mad wizard, nor some menace to your race which must be held in chains.� I and my kind have dwelt beyond the borders of your world since before the memories of your ancestors began.� I could not hurt you if I wanted; it is not in my nature.� Please, I am sure I must have cost you dearly, but I am endowed with many gifts; if you set me free I shall pay you out of gratitude ten times what you could ever extract from me in servitude.�

����������� �What, you think I'd ever set you free?� Odessa retorted, �You have no idea how much you have cost me.� And even then, don't you think I know how you inhuman creatures are?� Why just last year there was a prince two kingdoms over who came into possession of a genie in a lamp.� The beast begged that he use his third and final wish to set it free, promising that it would give him riches and power beyond imagining from its thankfulness, and you know what the damned thing did when he turned it loose?� It turned him into a goat, well, most of one anyways, which is really even worse when you think about it.� So no, I have bought you and you are mine.� I do not expect you to love me, only to serve me.�

����������� �As you wish then,� the slime girl agreed, looking ever more morose as she learned what kind of woman held her reins, �What work then do you mean to press me into?� Shall I use my gifts to seek out spies in your city?� Or slip unnoticed into the treasuries of neighboring kingdoms, only to return to you stuffed to the brim with gems, my body overladen with all the gold I can possibly contain?� I know your kind believes that I and my kin can influence and control the minds of those we come in contact with; is that the use you hope to put me to?�

����������� �Ha, you could not be more wrong,� Odessa scoffed, drawing closer to inspect her increasingly fearful servant, �My realm is safe, and wealthy, and unchallenged by any other we have met.� I do not have need of such base treachery as you describe.� No, the end I mean to turn you to is far more interesting.�

����������� �What do you mean?� The slime girl asked in dread.

����������� �Well you see,� Odessa explained, circling around her prisoner and eyeing her lush and comely proportions jealously, �All the nations around my own have been civilized for centuries, while mine, within living memory has been wild and barbarous.� As people's forms are fitted by their world, the women of the kingdoms which surround us have grown well-figured for society and luxury.� They are soft and sensual, well graced with flaring hips and full, heavy breasts, which they and the men of their nations delight in.� As for me and mine though, we are a people only lately tamed.� We are tall and strong by nature, fitted for war and not for pleasure, but the time for war has passed form this world and pleasure is the way to power.� Their queens and empresses treat us as rough savages, and for all our might and wealth we are treated by them as yokels who have stumbled into money; they pay us the barest respect they can get away with, brazenly mocking us to scorn.�

����������� �And how, O Mistress, do you believe that I may be of help?� the slime girl asked in innocent confusion.

����������� �You have mentioned the many talents of your race,� Odessa said with a green-eyed smile, �But what my kingdoms needs is not stealth nor treasure nor the domination of wills.� No, I desire something quite different from you.� I have heard that your kind are able to feed their substance into the flesh of others, that you are able to enlarge them in whatever fashion it pleases you to.�

����������� �Yes, my Mistress, you have said it,� the slime girl assented, looking almost relieved that she would not have to steal or control the minds of others, �I am as gifted as any of my kin in that regard.�

����������� �Good, then you shall serve me well indeed,� Odessa smiled, �For I wish that you should use that gift to help me render the women of my kingdom more fair and full of flesh than their nature has seen fit to render them.�

����������� �All of them?� the slime girl fairly gasped in surprise, �But if you are so well-versed in the ways of my people, then surely you know that every whit that I pass to another is taken from my own; I could not make more than a few of your servants more comely and well-favored without spending myself into nothingness!�

����������� �Oh, but I have studied your kind all too well,� Odessa grinned, �I know that you have by your nature an unquenchable appetite, and that everything you devour is added almost instantly to your size, is it not?�

����������� �Yes, my Mistress,� the slime girl admitted.

����������� �Well, fear not then, for you shall be gorged upon the richness of my entire nation if it helps you do my will,� Odessa assured her, �You shall be fed enough to provision an army so long as you pump all that weight into the softer regions of my courtiers.�

����������� �As you wish,� she agreed.

����������� �Before I put you to the test though, my little prize,� Odessa said, �I should like to know what I shall call you; to command you without a name seems so very ill-mannered.�

����������� �My true name is mine alone, to be shared only with my kin and those whom I love,� the slime girl answered with unbending pride, �If I am to be a slave though, then you may call be Shoggoth, for it is a slave's name, and I should prefer to be reminded of my bondage each time you address me, that I might not grow too comfortable within these walls.�

����������� �Shoggoth?� Odessa echoed her, �Such an ugly name for such a magnificent creature, but may it be as you say.� But enough time spent on such pleasantries as these; it is time for you to prove your worth.� Galatea!� Come, your queen has need of you!�

����������� A brief moment passed before the door opened and the guards-woman rushed in, her chainmail tinkling faintly.

����������� �Highness, you have need of me?� she asked, brushing her thick, straw-colored braids away from her face and fixing a doubtful look at the slime girl, �Are you in any danger?�

����������� �Ha, none at all,� Odessa assured her with a laugh, �I have need of you for entirely different reasons.� Come a little closer, if you please, and take off your top.�

����������� �Take off my- but why?� Galatea asked, bewildered.

����������� �Please, do as she says,� the slime girl whispered as she drew in close, �This will be ever so much more pleasant for you if you obey.� Also, you may wish to lay your sword aside for now; you may soon find it better not to have anything too sharp so near to your body, depending upon what your queen demands of us.�

����������� With a confused shrug, Galatea undid her sword belt and slipped out of her metal top, her small, firm breasts holding their pleasing shape perfectly well without its support.� At the same time, the fact that she was now wearing nothing but a pair of heavy war boots, what amounted to little more than a metal loincloth, a long and pendant necklace, and several gold bands around her arms that denoted her high rank made her look all the more like an exotic dancer instead of a well-studied warrior.

����������� �There you are, Shoggoth,� Odessa gestured, �Plenty of room for improvement.� You are free to impress me.�

����������� �How much, um, improvement do you desire?� the green girl asked, eyeing the half-naked women beside her with evident concern, sensing that she was just as helpless here as she herself was.

����������� �As much as you think she can bear,� came the cold and resolute reply, �Or perhaps a little more.�

����������� �Please, don't panic; this will feel very strange to you, but I promise I will not hurt you,� the slime girl assured her as she drew up close to Galatea, who stood nearly a foot taller than the glistening and voluptuous creature, �Just stand still and be at peace; I am told that some of your kind even find this pleasurable.�

����������� �But what is going to happen to me?� Galatea whispered, clearly distraught.

����������� �I'm going to-� the queen's new servant began, before being cut off.

����������� �Stop dawdling and be about your work; I have other things to do with my time than listen to you two gabbing all day,� Odessa interrupted.

����������� And with a sigh of resignation like a breeze in the forest, Shoggoth placed her hand over Galatea's mouth and did as she was told.� The fair-haired guard gave a start as the cool, green liquid of the slime girl's substance filled her mouth and flowed down her throat.� It felt heavy and thick, and had a strange, unplaceable taste to it, as if it were something well known to her ancestors but never to her.� Galatea expected to feel her stomach filling with it, but instead it seemed to be absorbed by her body almost instantly, and a moment later she realized that it was not her belly that was being crammed full of it at all.

����������� Her breasts were getting bigger; her two small mounds plumping up before her eyes.� There was a momentary stretching sensation as they grew, as if being fattened from within was going to pull her skin uncomfortably taut, but then it faded into a kind of vague tingling as the slime penetrated through her body deeper.� Just in the few seconds she'd been watching, Galatea saw her breasts double in size; where before they had been almost embarrassingly modest for a woman of her otherwise amazonian physique, they were swiftly ripening into a pair that might fill out her uniform a bit more pleasingly.� All the same a flash of panic struck Galatea as she realized what was happening to her.� This strange creature before her was pumping thick green fluid down her throat and it was changing her, altering her body in a way she was utterly helpless to resist.� She glanced over at her queen, who, far from rushing to Galatea's aid was watching with rapt attention, and at the green woman in front of her, who watched Galatea intently as she continued to press her slimy hand to the guard's mouth, pumping more and more of her substance into her defenseless body.

����������� Galatea's breasts had grown to the size of grapefruits now, still round and perky as Shoggoth filled her with more.� She thought about resisting, trying to pull free, but it just felt so enchantingly good, the very idea of escape seemed unthinkable, no matter how frightened she knew she ought to be.� For the first time in her life, Galatea was aware of the weight of her breasts, surprised at the gentle downward tug of their tender flesh.� Her nipples were growing apace with her increasingly lush bosom.� Being filled like this had left them almost painfully erect, pointing out and slightly upwards as they rode the burgeoning curve of her growing chest.� She felt a wet, firm pressure against her hip and saw that the slime girl was idly rubbing her free hand against it.� Whether it was simply to steady Galatea, who was feeling more than a little lightheaded, or whether she meant to lull her into submission all the more completely, the cool touch against her skin somehow lifted her budding euphoria to even greater heights, her last thoughts of breaking free dissolving entirely.

����������� Galatea found herself being filled more swiftly now, as if Shoggoth had decided the now-buxom guards-woman had a good ways to go before she reached her limits; the torrent pouring into her building until it was like trying to swallow a river of� honey, thick and sweet.� Her pleasure grew in time with her bustline; she gave a shiver as her breasts finally touched together, their soft and yielding flesh pressing warm and inviting against each other.� They were now swollen nearly as wide as her body and jutting out several proud inches beyond her chest, the long pendant Galatea wore rapidly vanishing as it was squeezed between their growing opulence.� As enticingly full as they were becoming, they seemed determined to resist both the increasing pull of gravity upon their fast-accumulating weight and the fact that their modest former size should have left them altogether unsuited to containing such lavish volumes as were being so steadily pumped into them.� Nearly as big as Galatea's head now, her breasts hardly sagged an inch, nor had their sudden and excessive fullness left them unnaturally round or marred her pale skin, no matter how terribly they were stretched with more.� Instead, a smooth and graceful curve could be traced from her neck to her lusciously taut nipples (though the distance between them was growing swiftly), while underneath, her breasts were becoming more tantalizingly full and ample by the second.� Odessa watched, fascinated as Galatea's breasts swelled wider than her chest, and soon wider than even the generously-built woman's shoulders.�

����������� In spite of herself, the slime girl smiled as she continued to force her essence into the increasingly curvaceous woman standing so utterly vulnerable before her.� Shoggoth's own curves were lessening as she spent her own substance to fill another; her deliciously fulsome hips were growing less voluptuous; her fat, green melons diminishing to more modest proportions as she drained herself into the body of the young woman beside her.� For each of them, all reservations had vanished.� Galatea was so overwhelmed with pleasure that Shoggoth could feel her stifled moans of ecstasy rippling through her viscous body, and she herself now realized how much she had missed being able to bring such bountiful delights to another.� No longer merely passively letting herself be filled, Galatea was swallowing eagerly, as if desperate to glut herself with as much of the slime girl's rich substance as possible, and with a shudder of delight Shoggoth pressed her other hand to Galatea's mouth, doubling the amount of slime being forced into the curvaceous captain of the guards.� Galatea's body responded all too willingly to the surge, her breasts quaking visibly as they strained to hold even more.� Ballooning in size, they swelled out several inches wider than her shoulders now, bulging farther and farther in front of her as they hung ever lower, the lowest point of contact between their yielding flesh and her body creeping down beyond her ribs and against her taut, smooth tummy.�

����������� Seeing how well her efforts were being received, the slime girl increasing the pressure yet again.� Now she had spent so much of herself she was barely even chubby, her hips growing almost slender, as her breasts shrank to the point where a mortal woman might have boasted such a pair without drawing more than a modest degree of notice and admiration.� Her hands, pressed tightly against Galatea's mouth, had surrendered their form; they were now little more than throbbing green tentacles pumping more and more slime into the girl's already overfilled breasts.� Consumed by desire, Galatea tried to squeeze her overflowing bosom but her swollen melons had become far too enlarged for even her strong hands to contain, pale, quivering flesh spilling out from between her fingers as she sought to heft them.� Her areolae were stretched out wider than her palms now, and so sensually pink and rosy that they seemed to glow with barely-restrained sexual energy.� Her nipples were so swollen they looked like they were about to pop, and Odessa watched with unfettered delight as Galatea gave one of her turgid peaks just the lightest pinch before her knees nearly buckled beneath her, her fingers now questing down beyond her finely-crafted belt.� Galatea's breasts were truly massive now, so utterly saturated that they trembled as they hung level with her waist.� Even accounting how expansive they had become, they were prodigiously full in proportion, bulging out more than a foot in front of her body, her enlarged nipples almost level with her navel, though it was now hidden behind gallons of pale, quiversome flesh, and her breasts swelled out more than half a foot wider than her shoulders on either side.

����������� Gasping for air and finding only more slime pouring into her, Galatea looked all but overcome.� Her breasts were so bloated they looked fit to burst, her areolae now stretched out alarmingly while her nipples grew so engorged she seemed a hostage of her own boundless desires.� Her entire body was trembling, each shudder magnified tenfold by her enticingly jigglesome bosom.� A moment later, the slime girl, whose look of concern had been growing more evident for the last couple of minutes, pulled her hands away from the Galatea's mouth.� Finally released, Galatea fell to her knees; a cry escaping her lips as her obscenely forswollen breasts slapped against her thighs, bouncing wildly from the impact.� Their motion lessened only a little as she remained there, gulping down air in great deep breaths that made her mammoth endowments rise and fall spectacularly, still unable, for the moment, to speak.� Galatea cradled her distended mammaries protectively; her arms barely long enough to reach her rosy peaks without considerable squeezing the acres of creamy flesh before her.

����������� �Shoggoth, why did you stop so soon?� Odessa demanded, even as her eye twinkled with a veritable galaxy of possibilities, �You've gone and given my royal guard such pleasing proportions, but did I not tell you to fill her with all that she could bear?� True, I am no expert in such things, but surely she could have borne a little more before she reached her limits.� Why look, she didn't even beg for you to stop; I expect you could have filled her with twice as much before her bosom grew so vast she was truly in danger.�

����������� �You speak truth, my Mistress,� the slime girl admitted, �But as she had no notion of what to expect, I did not want to demand too much of her so suddenly.� The process of filling one in this fashion is a delicate one; if the receptacle of my substance panics, there can be, well, unpredictable consequences.� More to the point, I fear I have given her all of my substance that I have to spare; do you not see how thin I am become?�

����������� �Ah, of course, you must replenish your essence if you are to serve me as I intend,� Odessa agreed, seeing now the truth of the slime girl's words, how her once-broad hips had become quite trim, and the way her full, heavy breasts had been reduced to a pair even smaller than Galatea's had been before they were glutted to their present magnificence, �There will be time for that in a moment though.� Galatea, rise and let your queen inspect you.�

����������� �Ooh, yes Highness,� the tall and now stunningly busty young woman sighed as she struggled to her feet, clearly hindered by the burden of more than a hundred pounds of pillowy flesh now hanging from her chest, her breasts, which so recently had needed no support at all now grown so heavy that they were in dire need of it.� At last she stood before her queen as she always had, with her back straight and her chest out, though it hardly needed any help in that department any more.

����������� �Mmm, very nice,� Odessa purred as she caressed Galatea's swollen breasts eagerly, hefting them appraising and then watching their soft bulk nearly pull Galatea's shoulder round as she let go and left them at the mercy of gravity, apparently oblivious to how awfully arousing this was for the poor girl, �So round, so soft and juicy; oh, the people of the other nations shall no longer mock our women as lacking in charms once they see a few like this in my retinue.� So, my little Captain, how do you feel?�

����������� �Oh, my Queen, I can scarcely describe it,� Galatea said breathlessly, �It feels incredible, my tenderest parts stretched to such maddening receptiveness.� Truly, I must thank you; every inch of my skin feels inflamed to such pleasurable excess that I hope your Highness will grant me leave after this, that I may appreciate your gifts to me more fully; perhaps one of the other girls in the royal barracks would be willing to help me, though I do worry how I am to swing a halberd now that I am so delightfully burdened.� But of course, the good of the throne does not hang upon my bliss; do I please you now, my Queen?�

����������� �Well, I did have hopes that my new servant might glut your bosom with closer to triple what she was able to supply you with, but I cannot blame you for that,� Odessa allowed, �But yes, this pleases me greatly, Galatea.� Your morning has been a demanding one; go to the barracks, seek your pleasure, and tell your fellow women of the guard to prepare themselves, for they shall soon receive an even greater measure than you have.�

����������� �Thank you, thank you, Highness,� Galatea said, bowing so enthusiastically that she nearly toppled over thanks to her alluringly mammoth bosom, �I shall go and tell the other girls immediately.� You said that they are to be blessed even more fully than I have been, did you not?�

����������� �Indeed, I did,� Odessa said, �Please tell me you do not wish to beg on their behalf that they be spared such treatment.�

����������� �Oh, oh no, my Queen, I would never question your wisdom,� Galatea assured her, �It is just that, well, I am the Captain of the Royal Guard, it hardly seems in keeping with the dignity of your court that one such as I should be less well-favored than those whom she commands.� After you have rendered them more magnificent than I, could I find favor with you that you might see fit to increase me to a size befitting with my position?� You said you hoped to see my breasts filled to thrice their current size, did you not; if I may beg my queen's indulgence, do you think I might try to exceed even that?�

����������� �Hmm, yes, I should be happy to have you filled until your breasts are straining at their seams, if that is what you wish� Odessa smiled, �But go now; I have other business to attend to.�

����������� �Thank you, Mistress, may it be as you say!� Galatea agreed, turning and making for the door.� Even from behind, her breasts we enormous, swaying hypnotically with her every step, and as she stepped through the broad door out into the hallway Odessa fancied that she heard a gasp of amazement from the others standing watch.

����������� �So, then, it looks as if you shall be very busy indeed, my Shoggoth,� Odessa said, turning to her lithesome slime girl, �What is it that you eat?� What will make you fine and fat enough to fill a dozen women like Galatea until they are nearly fit to burst?�

����������� �My Mistress,� the green girl answered, her eyes cast down at the stone floor, �I can eat anything that your kind can; set a place for me with whatever food you see fit to.�

����������� �Set a place?� Odessa echoed with cold laughter in her eyes, �Oh no, I intend to lead you down to the castle larder and gorge with every last bite you can hold.� I shall never get all the women of my realm into such a state as to amaze those from beyond our borders if we must do it so slowly as this.� Tell me, is there any limit to how much you can consume, or how quickly?�

����������� �Hardly, my Mistress,� she stammered, �when properly stimulated I am boundless in my appetites, if you wish it.�

����������� �How delightful,� Odessa said with a concupiscent grin, �Come then, I have much planning to do, and you, my little Shoggoth, must feast until you are become so exquisitely fat that you could fill a hundred Galateas to the brim and yet not be exhausted.� Come.�

����������� �Yes Mistress, I obey,� the slime girl answered as she followed her mistress down to the larder, her head hung low, though there remained a flinty gleam in her green eye that belied her submissive words.