Serving the Pregnant, Mature Queen’s Scepter (Patreon)

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Female MILF TF, Hourglass Expansion, Pregnancy Expansion, Futa, and Sexual Content

WORDS: 6000

Jean's career as an employee at the Transformation Parlor means that she's seen her fair share of unusual requests. However, she still isn't fully prepared for a weekend long stint as a mature, curvy, heavily pregnant queen who is more than willing to show her girlfriend turned servant, Mimi the honor of getting to service the royal scepter.

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            Ever since Jean had started working at the Transformation Parlor, she had subjected her body to all different types of shapes and sizes. Even her own mental state had shifted back and forth on the whim of her clients to suit whatever they needed for their sessions. However, the reservation she had been signed up for came with unique challenges she wasn’t confident diving into blindly. Especially considering the sizable downpayment the client had put down to ensure that everything was to his specifications. Thankfully, she had someone around who was more than willing to help her with a weekend-long test run.

            For the time being, the image that Jean saw when she looked in the mirror was her standard self. Fluffy red hair reaching past her chin was left to freely sway back and forth as she prepared for the weekend’s plans. Though the nanomachines inside of her body allowed her to change at will, she still preferred to keep a pair of glasses balanced on her nose. As much as she enjoyed her job, she still found stability in getting to stare over her modest figure dressed in a plain, green shirt and white skirt. The same could not be said for her partner.

            A sound similar to the fluttering of dozens of wings made Jean turn her attention towards the bedroom door. Waiting for her there was a woman sporting twin pigtails of bright pink hair that led off into bright yellow tips. The extravagant style was accentuated by the frilly, red and pink dress adorning her. The wideness of the woman’s skirt was contrasted against her naturally short stature. The delicate top laid host to a pair of breasts each larger than their owner’s head. Despite the cumbersome look of her figure and fashion, she still managed to show off a wide grin as her wide eyes looked up and down Jean’s body.

            Jean let out a laugh, having gotten used to how her girlfriend, Mimi usually acted. “I see that you’re as ready as ever to get on with another crazy session. Shouldn’t you be putting the finishing touches on the throne room?”

            “Yeah, yeah, it’s fine,” the pink-haired woman replied as she sauntered into the room. “I want to make sure I get your true self memorized since I won’t be seeing it for a few days. You ready to take the plunge?”

            “Just about,” Jean said, pulling out her phone to display the setting she had previously typed in. “Took me awhile to get everything to match the client’s specifications, but I think I have it perfect. What about you? Are you sure you want to wear your favorite dress for this? Thing might get messy.”

            “I want to make sure I look the part for my queen,” Mimi replied with a small curtsy. “I’m surprised you’re still wearing any clothes at all considering what we’re about to do.”

            “I was getting to that,” Jean replied as she tossed off her shirt. “Didn’t want to greet the deliveryman without a bra on.”

            “You say that like that’s a problem,” Mimi replied, a jostle of her ample bosom proving her point. “Not like they haven’t seen more of our unique purchases for your work. I still remember that time we ordered those matching mawashis stewed in-“

            “In any-case,” Jean interjected as she took off the rest of her clothing, “are you sure you’re ready for this? Some of the client’s specifics are a bit on the weird side.”

            “Can’t be any stranger than some of the other things you’ve changed into,” Mimi commented. “Remember that weird, fleshy horse thing you changed into for a week?”

            “It was surprisingly enjoyable,” Jean defended as she held out her phone. “Hopefully this one won’t be as messy,” she added, pressing the button on the app to start the transformation process.

            No matter how many times Jean had gone through the body shift procedure, the initial tingling sensation still caught her off guard. As her form began to shake, she had just enough time to place her phone on her dresser before the first wave of energy cascaded through her. Following the breathing techniques she had practiced countless times before, she allowed her mind to welcome in the changes both mental and physical. With a final exhale, she let herself become a passenger in her own body for the duration of the session.

            In contrast to her girlfriend’s more focused methodology to the changes, Mimi was given the enviable position of getting a close-up view of the process. Starting from the top, that meant stretching out Jean’s modest head of hair into long locks that reached all the way down past her hips. Just as the elongated strands looked ready to graze against the ground, they stood up on their own and raised their tips back towards their owner’s head. Once there, the hair tied itself into a puffy bun in the shape of a heart that was easily twice as large as Jean’s skull.

            The sizable hairdo was given some competition as Jean’s bosom rapidly swelled. In just a matter of seconds, her once modest chest engorged into a pair of tits that surpassed Mimi’s own. Though they were able to reach an impressive size similar to beachballs, they seemed to lose some of their perkiness in the process. This lack of support was something easily glossed over as Mimi turned her attention towards her girlfriend’s lower half.

            Just like her breasts, Jean’s buttocks were given a sizable increase in order to help balance her out. The result was an hourglass figure that demanded the growth of her hips and thighs to keep her steady. Her balanced appearance lasted only for a few moments before her backside was given several more layers of flesh. The end results created a rear three times wider than its owner. Mimi couldn’t help grinning at each loud, slapping noises the enormous ass cheeks made with each slight move of the thickened legs.

            Knowing what was supposed to come next, Mimi tried to look between Jean’s thighs. However, her view was blocked as the red head’s belly took on some of the swelling. As the expanding gut sunk between her legs, it took on a spherical figure that pushed her belly button into an innie to an outie. Attention shifting towards the basketball-sized orb, Mimi couldn’t help herself from reaching out with her curious fingers to prove its authenticity.

            Moments before Mimi could touch the taut flesh, a hand shot out to grab her by the wrist. Left stunned by the sudden restraint, she looked up to find answers. What she saw looking back at her was a pair of scornful eyes behind her girlfriend’s glasses that looked capable of peering into her very soul. The overpowering glare brought attention to Jean’s more prominent, rosy cheeks contrasting against the crow’s feet near her eyes. From this short distance, Mimi was able to spot grey streaks going through the bun of red hair to prove Jean had become a woman in her mid-fifties. Rather than expecting a gentle, old lady to come with the increase in maturity, all she could see was the same, stern expression.

            “And what exactly do you think you were doing?” Jean asked, her voice slightly raspier and haughtier. The change in sound came alongside a tone that seemed powerful enough to send legions of knights into battle.

            “Sorry, Jean. I was just curious about-“

            “Don’t make excuses,” Jean said, removing her glasses form her nose and tossing them onto the floor. “Instead, realize your mistake and take steps to avoid them in the future. It’s the first thing you can do in order to prove your worthiness to your queen and her future offspring. That, and properly addressing me when in my presence.”

            “Of course, Queen Jean,” Mimi relented, recalling how she had to play along with her girlfriend’s royal persona. “Your loyal servant was just in awe of your regalness. Please forgive me.”

            “Hmph, as you should be,” Jean replied, releasing Mimi from her grasp. “Now make yourself useful and get me something proper to wear. I’d rather not suffer the indignity of hearing people gossip about me strolling around in the nude.”

            “With all due respect, your majesty could just have them punished,” Mimi suggested.

            “True,” Jean replied as she gently slid her hand along the surface of her belly. “However, it will do no good for my coming child to expose them to such ferocity at a young age. For their sake, I will try to be gentle to my opposition. However, I will make exceptions for servants that don’t know how to properly perform their duties.”

            Understanding the veiled threat, Mimi picked up the discarded glasses and scrambled away to the next room. Finding Jean’s outfit placed in the box sent by the Transformation Parlor, she hazarded to take a moment to look over the fabric. This time away from her girlfriend allowed her smile unhindered; amazed at how differently Jean looked and acted. The epitome of this was shown in the luxurious-looking dress she held onto that she pondered might have been a bit too nice for what it was about to go through.

            “Servant! What’s taking you so long?”

            “On my way, your majesty,” Mimi called out as she set off running with the dress in tow. Rushing into the room, she extended her hand with the intention of passing over the clothes. Instead, it was snatched from her fingers for the queen to examine.

            “Hmm,” Jean said as she looked over the gown. “There wasn’t anything better you could find?”

            “With all due respect your majesty, it’s the only thing that will fit your… regalness,” Mimi replied, trying to pick her words carefully.

            “Ugh, very well,” Jean relented, holding the dress back towards Mimi. “Well go on then. Dress me. We don’t have all day.”

            “Yes, your majesty,” Mimi said as she hurried over to her mistress.

            As eager as the pink haired girl was to get a closer look at the queen’s body, a few well-placed glares were enough to keep her in-line. Carefully sliding the emerald green gown over Jean’s head of hair, she tried to gently slide it down her body. The first hurdle came in the form of getting past the royal teats. It took a few tugs and unhappy grunts from Jean, but the process eventually let the fabric drag by while leaving her bosom visible through a cleavage window embroidered with gold-colored lace at the top.

            Trying to keep herself from staring at the swaying boobs for too long, Mimi put her attention on the skirt. Even with the garment’s wide size, it took a steady hand to get it to cover up the queen’s expansive backside. Slowly bringing the hem over the massive mounds, Mimi eventually allowed the gown to go slack. Taking a moment to risk pulling skirt out from between the butt crack, the servant stepped back to watch the hem go slack with only a few inches separating it from the floor.

            Going back to her mistress’s front, Mimi took on the task of pulling out any wrinkles. The tight nature of the gown left very little room for the fabric to bundle up. The lack of a bra was plain to see as the queen’s nipples were fully visible through the dress. A similar problem occurred with each sway of the royal posterior as it threatened to suck up any lingering part of the gown that dared to get anywhere near deep crack.

           The only fabric left free was the extra material that hung around Jean’s swollen belly. Mimi’s pondering as to why such a part was left unused was answered as she noticed a light jostle. The loose fabric became tighter as the orb expanded outwards. The act drew Mimi in letting her hover her palm over the sphere as she contemplated giving it a more thorough examination.

            “That will be all, servant,” Jean said, nearly knocking Mimi over with the pregnant belly as she moved forward. “Make sure you remember your place as MY plaything. Not the other way around.”

            “Of course,” Mimi replied as she got back to her feet and bowed. “Whatever you desire.”

            “That’s more like it,” Jean said, holding onto her skirt as shuffled out of the room with her butt cheeks barely squeezing through the door. “Come along then. I shall sit on my throne while you take care of whatever chores are needed of you.”

            The “throne” Jean was referring to was nothing more than a reclining chair that had been outfitted with gold-colored drapery. Though the seat was obviously fake, it did the job of satisfying the queen as she attempted to sit down. However, the modified seat proved inadequate as it failed to barely hold a single one of the queen’s magnificent buttocks.

            “How dreadful,” Jean commented as she gestured for Mimi to help her stand up again. “They don’t even know how to make a proper throne for a queen anymore. This is no way to treat an expectant mother. Royal or otherwise.”

            “I shall pass along your grievances and have this error fixed immediately,” Mimi replied, taking a mental note to inform the parlor workers that a bigger chair will be needed for the client’s session. “Would this alternative, luxury seating area suffice?” she suggested as she pointed towards the couch.

            “For now,” Jean began, seating herself in the middle of the cushions, “it shall do. But I do expect my accommodations to be fixed promptly. In the meantime, I have some other tasks that are required.” Clapping her hands together, the queen locked her gaze on Mimi. “Well go on then. You know what to do, don’t you?”

            “Right away, your majesty,” Mimi answered, trying to keep in mind the script they had put together beforehand.

            Playing her role as a dutiful maid, Mimi put on a performance of her pretending to dust the room with a feather duster. Her half-hearted attempts resulted in real scorning from the pregnant queen that forced her to clean off surfaces that were already spotless. Though she was used to some nagging from her girlfriend, it had never been done with such ferocity and veiled threats.

           Whenever she was facing away from Jean, Mimi found herself putting on a grin in response to the strange shudder the orders sent down her spine. Their relationship was one where the pink-haired woman had typically taken the lead on their more intimate encounters. On the rare occasions where Jean was able to take dominance, Mimi made sure she did everything she could to enjoy the moment. Even if that meant ducking under tables and standing on chairs in order to rid the living room of any dust that was deemed unpleasant to her mistress’s eyes.

            Queen Jean’s orders slowed to a crawl once her servant brought her a box of bonbons. Though the chocolates were obviously a generic store brand, the gold-colored packaging was enough to convince the make-believe ruler that it was a treat fit only for her. She swallowed up each morsel as daintily as possible with her lips engulfing them in order to take a bite. The pleased hums that emanated with each helping gave her a chance to further practice her haughty tone.

           For Mimi, the queen’s indulgence gave her the perfect opportunity to admire how perfect the transformation process had been. The momentary distraction allowed her to freely gawk at the way Jean’s rear wobbled against the couch cushions. A subconscious thought led her to lick her lips as her eyes focused on her girlfriend’s ample bosom. As her vision swept downwards towards the swollen belly, the sight of it jutting forwards slightly on its own made her stumble on her feet.

           “What do you think you’re doing?” Queen Jean inquired, getting Mimi to fall to the floor. “You dare to slack off in my presence?”

           “S-sorry, your majesty,” Mimi said as she picked herself back up. “I was just… left in awe by your magnificence.”

           “As you should be,” Jean replied, treating herself to the last bonbon in her collection. “Come here. Make yourself actually useful and give me a massage. Supervising your shoddy work has left me weary.”

           “Right away, your majesty,” Mimi said, hurrying over to the back of the couch.

           Unwilling to receive threats about being thrown into a dungeon, Mimi carefully moved her hands over Jean’s backside to begin rubbing her shoulders. Her gentle touch appeared to let off some of the anger that had built up inside of the ruler over the short course of their session. The relaxed state made Mimi’s grasp wander a bit further, only coming to her senses with her fingers mere inches from touching the royal breasts.

           “Why did you stop?” the Queen asked. “When I told you I wanted a massage, I didn’t intend for you to do it as poorly as your dusting. Carry on.”

           Feeling like she was falling for an obvious trap, Mimi regardless leaned forward to have her palms slide across the exposed portion of the queen’s chest. Just as she had imagined, what the bosom lacked in perkiness it more than made up for with how soft and welcoming they were to touch. Glad that the queen’s face was turned away, she was able to let herself smile as she got to fully grope the luscious mammaries.

           Mimi’s up-close feel of the breasts eventually led her to press her fingers against Jean’s nipples. Putting light pressure on the teats was enough to let something wet trickle out. Seeping through the fabric of the dress, the liquid managed to work its way onto Mimi’s palms. Holding up her hand, the pink-haired girl spotted the white droplet on her skin. Just as she leaned forward to give the droplet a taste test, she was stopped by the sound of her mistress clearing her throat.

           “I believe my chest has been given enough attention… for now,” Jean said. “Please move on to ensure my child is given proper care as well.”

           “Yes, your majesty,” Mimi replied as she hurried to the other side of the couch.

           Getting down on her knees to be eye level with the belly, Mimi reached out to begin sliding her hands across it. Without having to push down too hard, she was able to feel the taut flesh enveloped by the gown’s fabric. Going across the beachball-sized sphere to get a hands-on experience with its belly button left her to wonder just how much larger it was going to get.

           As if it were reading Mimi’s very thoughts, that was when the fleshy sphere began to expand. Nearly doubling in size over the course of a few seconds, the gut sent the pink-haired woman rolling onto the ground. Catching herself on her elbows, she looked up to see the growing mid-section rip holes in the fabric of the dress. From within the gaps, she swore that she could see a bright, lime green coloring peeking out.

           “It appears that even my offspring think that you’re doing an awful job,” Jean commented. “I’ll give you one last chance before I call someone else to give me a proper massage.”

           “Of course, your majesty,” Mimi replied as she picked herself back up. “Where would you like for me to continue? Your arms? Your legs? Your… backside?”

           A sly grin appeared on Jean’s face. “No,” she said, grasping the edges of her skirt. “Your next task will be to give the royal scepter a proper polishing.”

           Mimi was sprawling backwards as she was hit with the abundance of fabric and frills. Leaning forward to get back on her knees, she was left stunned by the sight of the thing that stared back at her from beneath the queen’s belly. Sitting at a modest, yet limp six inches in length, the cock was shocking by presence alone. Though it didn’t look very intimidating with the way it slumped against the testicles obscuring the queen’s womanhood, the pink-haired girl was aware of what the royal scepter was truly capable of.

           “Move along, servant,” Jean said as she spread her legs. “It won’t polish itself.”

           “Yes, your majesty,” Mimi replied, trying to suppress a grin until her face was fully obscured by the queen’s gut.

           Clasping the limp cock, Mimi began to gently slide along its length. With one hand working the balls, the other continued to run along the shaft in the hopes of getting a reaction. As enamored as she was to be touching her girlfriend’s dick, it defiantly kept itself mostly soft in her hands. Though eventually it did show some rigidity, the slow pace made her question if she was doing something wrong.

           “Curse the ravages of age,” the queen commented. “It takes forever for the scepter to get up nowadays. Keep going, servant. You are doing an… adequate job.”

           The elation brought by the begrudging praise allowed Mimi to continue her task with a renewed vigor. Her efforts brought more length and girth to the royal scepter, but it was far from satisfactory. Even with her queen sitting patiently, she felt a dire need to do anything in her power to ensure the scepter was shown proper care.

           Mimi found her chance once she felt something wet stick to her palm. Moving her hands down to continue rubbing the shaft and testicles, she focused her attention on the tip. Sitting on the peak of the head were droplets of precum that left a sticky trail towards her still moving hand. Licking her lips in anticipation, she slowly brought her face close to the cock. Opening her mouth, she swallowed up the head of the scepter in preparation of giving it the attention it desired. However, the blowjob was stopped before it could even begin as she was grabbed by her shoulder and yanked back up to look Queen Jean in the face.

           “Are you really that desperate to sample the royal seed?” the queen inquired.

            “Y-your majesty, I meant no offense. I was merely doing my part to-“

            “Silence,” Jean commanded. “If you want to put that mouth of yours to work, I have a better place you can focus on.”

            Keeping Mimi in place with one hand, Jean used the other to grasp the top part of her dress. In a single, fluid motion, she managed to pull down the fabric to unleash the full girth of her breasts. As the head-sized boobs eventually stopped jiggling, more of the same, white droplets from before could be seen leaking from her plump nipples. Mimi’s visual confirmation that Jean was lactating came moments before her head was pushed up against the ample chest.

            “You may begin suckling,” the queen ordered. “I want to make sure my milk is of high enough quality for my heir.”

            Without any hesitation, Mimi followed her majesty’s orders and clamped onto the nearest teat. In direct contrast to the queen’s stubborn manhood, her breasts were generous to produce their milk almost immediately. Jean’s harsh nature was momentarily forgotten as Mimi got to freely drink up every last drop of the sweet liquid. For a moment, the pink-haired woman was able to lose herself in the embrace and bliss of the suckling session. She was only broken out of it once she was given a reminder that she was still on duty as a nudge against the side of her head told her it was time to move to the other teat.

            As Mimi latched onto the needy nipple, she felt some resistance against her cuddling up to the queen. Jean herself wasn’t opposed to the close contact, evidenced by the way she embraced her servant to ensure that the milk was being gulped up efficiently. Unwilling to prematurely end the drinking session, Mimi tried her best to keep herself in her mistress’s grasp. Even going so far as to reach out to grasp onto the royal backside could not prevent her from having to strain her neck to keep herself connected to the milk heavy breasts.

            Mimi’s fight was lost at the sound of fabric being torn apart. Tumbling onto the ground with milk dripping down her face, she looked at her hands to see part of the queen’s gown clasped in her fingers. Turning towards Jean with the intention of apologizing profusely, she was stopped by the sight of the massive, taut sphere that glared back at her. Upon realizing that the medicine ball-sized orb was the queen’s belly, her mind then wondered about the dark green tint that had spread across the pushed-out navel.

            “Hmm, well that’s a shame,” Jean commented as she brushed aside the remnants of her dress still clinging to her gut. “The royal tailor will be informed about this mishap and improve the next version. Understood?”

            “Yes, your majesty,” Mimi replied. “Forgive me for prying, but why is your stomach so green?”

            “Are you really that ignorant?” she asked, cradling her belly within her hands. “Were you not informed how the pregnancy of an orc child progresses?”

            The word orc triggered a flood of memories in Mimi’s head. In her rush to serve her queen, she had forgotten the surprisingly deep lore the client had attached to Jean’s supposed husband. Though the effects of the pregnancy matched the details, the main difference was that there wasn’t really a child inside of the swollen belly. However, Mimi couldn’t help feeling a sense of orcish ferocity emanating from the sphere as it waved back and forth in Jean’s grasp.

            “Well, I suppose I shouldn’t be too mad at your own, poor education,” the queen admitted. “After all, the rest of the castle is busy having to deal with my husband’s tribe. I’m sure that everyone is having their own… meetings with the orcs in their own time. OHOHOHO!” she added with a youthful smile that clashed against the wrinkles on her face. “I’ll be sure to properly greet the other orcs in due time. For now, I’ll just make do with what I’ve been provided.”

            Waddling up to the fallen Mimi, Jean used her own hands to tear apart what remained of her gown. The destruction of the dress allowed her to fully show off the flesh of her aged form. Though her curves sagged without the aid of the clothes, their exaggerated size still left Mimi in awe. Between the droplets leaking from the dark nipples and the tremors that cascaded through the enormous ass cheeks, she was at a loss of what her queen expected of her.

           Mimi got her answer as she spotted beneath the green tinted, spherical belly, the trail of cum leaking from Queen’s Jean’s scepter. Over the course of their suckling session, the cock had managed to extend to its full glory. Constantly bobbing up against the queen’s under belly, the foot long member lived up to its scepter nickname as it emanated an intense aura. As the dick came within inches of Mimi’s face, she licked her lips as she knew that she was given a chance to take care of the job she had left half-finished.

           Stretching her mouth as wide as it would go, Mimi attempted to swallow up as much of the royal scepter as possible. As eager as she was to please her mistress, she only managed to fit herself halfway down the shaft before she was forced to stop. With her head bumping up against the underside of green orb, she grabbed hold of what remained bare of the cock in order to at least provide some pleasure to her beloved queen.

           Bobbing her head back and forth, Mimi tried to keep herself in rhythm with the jerks of her hand. With each repetition, she could feel more of the queen’s cum dribbling down her throat. Her focus on the task allowed her to keep moving even as a steady dribble of breast milk poured onto her back. Rather than be worried about her dress or displeasing her mistress, her attention was completely centered on indulging in the full force of the scepter.

           Mimi got her wish as a wad of Queen Jean’s cum cam spurting into her mouth. Struggling at first, the pink-haired girl was quick to clamp her lips tight around the lower head. Once the flow stopped, she was able to take her time licking and sucking any leftover droplets. When she finally pulled away, it was to reveal that the cock was clean of any lingering cum. However, she also realized that it had yet to go back to its limp state.

           “Hmm, not bad,” Queen Jean admitted as she got Mimi to raise her head up. “Most of my other partners haven’t been able to make it even that far down the length. When you’re ready, you may continue polishing the scepter. I still have quite a lot more royal seed to dispose of.”

           “No…” Mimi forced out.

           “Excuse me?” Queen Jean asked with a raised eyebrow.

           “I can’t do it with just my mouth,” Mimi explained as she began to take off her dress. With her nude form fully exposed, she sat herself down on the abandoned throne. “If I want to serve you right, we need to go all the way,” she added, spreading her legs and gesturing towards her dripping womanhood. “Your loyal servant is willing to do whatever it takes to please her mistress.”

           The anger on the queen’s face dissipated to be replaced with a smug grin. “Impressive,” she commented. “Even my child’s braggart father wasn’t so bold as to actually attempt taking in the scepter himself. Very well,” she said as she got down on the ground. “For your bravery, I will bestow upon you this great honor.”

           Waddling up to her servant, Jean took her time getting into position. By the time her cock was sliding across the entrance of Mimi’s vagina, she had managed to place the entire weight of her belly up against the pink-haired woman. Pinned beneath her mistress, Mimi’s only view was of the pair of ample breasts still leaking milk onto her. Barely able to see the queen’s eyes lock with hers, she only had to give a nod of her head in order to take the final plunge.

           While Mimi’s mouth had failed her before, her womanhood was more than capable of taking in the full length of the royal scepter. The initial thrust had the added benefit of burying her under the ample curves of her beloved mistress. Eager to stabilize the shudders of pleasure going through her body, she showed no restraint as she reached out and grabbed the queen’s backside. Rather than scold the servant for the unrequested touch, Jean merely grinned as she unleashed the full power of the royal bloodline.

           Despite her age and size, Queen Jean was able to rapidly build up her speed with each thrust. Though Mimi tried to demonstrate her gratefulness for the act, her moans were stifled by the milk leaking from the teats. Unable to properly cry out in euphoria from each powerful ram of the scepter, the servant hazarded to latch her lips onto the nipples to suck up the deluge of milk. Reveling in both of her servant’s orifices, the queen lost some of her regalness as she began to moan out loud. This surrender to losing herself with her lowly servant’s pleasure was demonstrated as her locks broke out of her bun to be shaken by the euphoric cries that left her lips.

           Mimi’s was forced to release the breast from her mouth as she cried out in ecstasy from her climax. The tremors that cascaded through comparatively small body was the final push needed to get her mistress to orgasm. The surge of cum that came pouring out of the scepter left its mark as Mimi’s stomach swelled from the influx. Forced to back away from the expanded belly, the queen couldn’t help letting out a haughty laugh as she looked upon the results of her “gift.”

           “You may have the rest of the afternoon off, servant,” Queen Jean said as she ran her fingers through Mimi’s hair. “However, I will require more ‘assistance’ this evening. Am I understood?”

           “Yes, your majesty,” Mimi replied, cradling her bloated belly in anticipation of the weekend to come.

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            The emerald-colored dress had been made out of cheap materials. Even still, Mimi was a little disheartened to see it so thoroughly ripped and stained. Letting her gaze linger on the leftover milk droplets along the chest, she had little choice as she tossed it on the pile. Looking over the small mound of dresses in various shades of pink and green, the loss of so much clothing came with the knowledge that she and Jean had thoroughly tested out the parameters of the client’s request.

            “We might want to consider making the next batch of clothes easier to clean stains out of,” Mimi called out, adjusting the sash keeping her robe around her weary body. She winced slightly as she still felt a pocket of extra mass around her belly from the various loads of sterile semen she had received from the queen. “We definitely underestimated what your ‘scepter’ could do.”

            “It’s not all that impressive,” Jean called out, peeking her head out of the shower to reveal her normal head of red hair still dripping wet. “It definitely has some drawbacks.” Stepping into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her typical figure, she placed a well-used butt plug on the nightstand. “We really had to go all out to get that thing up long enough to satisfy the queen.”

            “You say that like it wasn’t worth it,” Mimi replied as she showed off the pictures in her phone she had managed to snap during the weekend.

            “True, but the cost is debatable,” Jean said as she sat down on the bed. “Might need to reconsider the price for the client.”

            “Does that include any employee discounts you might offer for the scenario?” Mimi asked with a raised eyebrow.

            Jean let out a chuckle that quickly devolved into a haughty OHOHOHO. Reaching out towards her girlfriend, she slid her hand across Mimi’s stomach. “So eager to copy your beloved Queen’s visage again?”

            “Just doing what I can to keep the royal family going,” Mimi replied, falling onto the bed to cuddle with her beloved mistress.