Yas Queen! (Patreon)

 It was much too late that Vicki realized she had a very, very different definition of the word “Queen” than the extraterrestrials that had offered her the role. Whereas she envisioned a position of honor & ceremony, where her every whim was pampered to, the aliens’ intention  differed substantially from just an honorific. 

Left instead to become a bloated, quivering, helpless mass of flesh, optimized for the sole purpose of breeding more of their alien species, on the whole, wasn’t as pleasant an experience of the role she first imagined. Being the literal size of a small house, sequestered in an opalescent chamber, confined deep within their mothership? It turned out to be quite a bummer actually. 

At least she was right about the pampering part though. After all, given her new physical limitations, it  was kind of a necessity for her now in order to fulfill her new queenly duties. 

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Another old archive post, this time from back when tumblr was still a thing. A while ago, I was a lot more into preg stuff. In fact, early on, I think a few of the stories I did were actually what I was most known for to be honest. Over time, when it came right down to it, I came to realize it was much more about the size & shape stuff equated to it that really did it for me honestly. So I kind of drifted away from it bit by bit. Even this was kind of more of a cheery, light-hearted look at like something out of Slither, which really boiled down to more of a spherical inflation anyway. I mean the thing I mostly like about Vicki here is that she's impossibly big, & stuck being impossibly big, & less about what exactly has made her so big. And it's not that there's anything wrong with preg stuff either. I wouldn't say I'd never do more stuff along those lines down the road. It's just fair to say that it's much less at the forefront of what interests me these days. But I figured I'd post this with everything else just to keep the stuff of mine I still I like together.