May Pinup #2 - All Hail Queen Gobbo'd REDUX (Patreon)

It was a morning like any other for Debby, the Vainglorious, Gob-queen of all Goblinkind. Waking up to the gentle morning song of a quintette of trained songbirds in her fabulously decadent bedroom that just barely faced the rising sun. Debby had specified in the rebuilding of her castle that her bedroom was to face slightly away from her floor to ceiling windows so that she would not be so harshly awoken by the sun’s sharp rays. Her bedroom was fabulous, walls covered with glorious paintings of herself and gorgeous scenes of nature. The white hardwood floors were dressed with fine Orcish rugs and her vanity desk had innumerable bottles of cosmetics, perfumes and other concoctions with which she perfected her appearance. But first she would ring her bell to grab the attention of her servants who would quickly appear with their heads lowered in her room to lead her to the royal morning bath.

Simmering in the hot waters, the queen sighed contently while musing over her situation. She slowly caressed her bountiful green body. From her thick, shapely thighs and buttocks to her massive tits, each was at least twice the size of her head and then some. Her hair was several times longer than she was and hung outside of the tub so that her servants could carefully tend to it. The notion struck her while she was gently soaking - it had only been a year since it happened, had it not?

Indeed, it had been harder and harder to remember that before the Goblin queen Debby, there was a Human mage by the name Varren. He was by no means a particularly noteworthy mage but he was skilled enough to get the attention of a criminal guild operating in Shellside. For a few years he had been doing odd jobs for the guild, writing spells of silencing for sneaking, creating illusions for distractions and using his magic to impersonate other people. That last thing was a particularly hazardous thing for a Human to do in the Realm. No one knew why exactly, but it was a known risk for Humans to change their form by magic or alchemy. It was exceedingly easy for Humans to transform into other Races and impersonation spells often carried other risks. Varren had gotten a good taste of these risks over the last year.

Staring upwards at her intricately decorated ceiling, Debby hummed softly while being washed by her chambermaids. The pale white of her bathroom made her calm, but why would she ever feel anything but calm? She’s the most powerful Goblin in the Realm, and by far the most beautiful. As she was patted dry in front of her mirrors she soaked up her own reflection like a powerful drug. She would often just sit and admire her visage for hours, lost in her golden eyes and heaving cleavage. Confidence in her appearance seeped from every pore, though if anything else would seep from her pores she would pay thousands of gold coins to her royal apothecary to rid her of those imperfections. She would have no imperfections in her appearance for as long as she’d live.

Her servants began to dress her in a black silk dress and place her favorite pieces of jewelry in her ears and around her neck and fingers. The vague memories returned as she admired the gold that enhanced her beauty. She was wearing jewels that were worth many, many times more than what she had ever made for the guild when she was still Varren. Fittingly enough, these jewels were the sole purpose for why she had been put in this situation in the first place. Varren’s mission had been to impersonate the lost Goblin queen and slowly funnel the vast royal wealth to the guild.

Varren was experienced enough with these kinds of spells that he figured it would be an easy task. He had spent several months as an Elf, an Orc and even as a member of the Nightfolk and he had never lost himself too deeply in his personas before. But the Goblins were more skeptical than he had first expected. Queen Debby had a very distinct personality and for the first weeks, the Goblins of the court were ready to throw this “queen” into the dungeons for fraud.

There was a solution to the problem though. The impersonation spells that Varren used came with their own sort of “instructions” that would hover around the back of his head. Small things like memories or tastes and opinions. He could easily access these smaller things to guide him in any role he took. But in order to access further memories and personality quirks he would have to let the first set of memories and quirks settle into his own. He would, in a sense, have to let himself share more of Debby’s personality. But it worked!

After the first few weeks, he began to convince more and more members of the court of his case that he was Gob-queen Debby. But never quite enough to get full access to the royal treasury which was still out of her hands just in case an impostor were to try and take her place.

Weeks became months and Varren tried to explain the situation to his guild fellows in hidden messages but his words fell on increasingly deaf ears. In a desperate attempt to satisfy their demands, he chose to smuggle some of Debby's less valuable jewelry and some odd trinkets that lay around the castle. And so it went on for weeks, Varren dipped into Debby's personality as well as the surface level of her wealth. But as he was doing that, suspicions arose from the court and castle staff to the point where he needed to dip further into Debby’s personality. The risks in doing so were well-known to the mage and he stayed up late thinking hard about how far he should go. But a flash of brilliance shot through his mind, perhaps he would not need to dip too far into Debby’s personality if he simply used what he had and exaggerated it many times over!

“Genius!” he thought to himself and fell asleep happily in his luxurious satin sheets. The following morning started a new trend where the castle staff and court members finally began to recognize their beloved queen. She was acting haughty and superior towards everyone outside of her court, and even they suffered from her royal insolence. The demands for perfection loomed over her castle where even a misaligned piece of cutlery on her dinner table would end with Debby launching into lengthy tirades about the lack of dignity in her organization. The staff would never be punished, but it was clear that the “real” Debby had indeed returned, and with it came her trademark charm when it came to courtly matters.

Royals from the kingdoms of East and West Galria, the queensdom of Turia and the Orcish khanates all paid visit and tribute to the Gob-queen once they had heard that she had returned. And those tributes came to good use as Debby would secretly send them to her guild fellows on the regular. After some hardships, things were finally looking up for Debby… or Varren.

Things were getting so good for the Goblins and their queen that she commissioned the construction of a new castle, a fabulously extravagant palace built as per her incredibly detailed specifications. No arguments about the practicality or cost, what the queen demanded was what the queen would get!

One day, as the new seat of her kingdom was under construction and she was given a tour of the half-built castle, she admired the pale marble of the floors and the impossibly intricate spiral staircase. She scanned the walls and a servant next to her took copious amounts of notes as to where her expensive paintings were to be hung and her sculptures were to be placed. Everything needed to be perfect for the opening of her new castle. She had invited everyone that mattered, from the Orcish khan of Kethrimr to the baron of Shellside. There had even been a secret passageway planned to be built between the walls where her old friends from the guild could enter and take…

“Hold on.” She thought to herself. “Why should anyone from the guild get to take from my treasury?”

Although he had never dipped too far into the personality of Debby, Varren had spent enough time as a queen to no longer feel any loyalty to anyone but herself. Indeed, the audacity of her former guild fellows to think they could just steal from the most beautiful Goblin in the Realm! This would cease on that very day, she decided as she went to speak with the Orcish architect and have her remove the secret passages from the plans.

But that was several months ago. Varren was no more as he had completely given into being a beautiful Gob-queen. After being dressed this morning, she gracefully walked on gilded heels to her royal garden. It was no less as lavish and ornate as anything else in her castle. Carefully planned to provide a fantastic view from the balcony and filled with dazzling flowers and exotic trees. Under a parasol she waited for her breakfast to be served, her servants having learned well to time their work to the level of perfection that their queen demanded.

Her butler approached with her usual and informed the lady that once she had eaten, the courtroom needed her attention. Supposedly, a woman was claiming that she was the real queen Debby and that the lady in the castle was an impostor.

“What a ridiculous claim!” The real queen scoffed.

The End.

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There were some minor mistakes in the pictures I noticed while writing this so I'm doing a full reupload!

Also, I have to apologize in advance that the Origins of Josie Comic is going to be slightly delayed, though not past the end of May (I hope). My survival job has been kicking my ass this week. I plan on posting a thing that explains my work pipeline once that comic is up so that you'll see how I work in case you're curious :)