To Please Another

Queen Chrysalis, the crown jewel of Princess Celestia’s personal harem. Once a fearsome ruler of the Changeling hive, but now any could approach her for the right price. Supposedly if she could please one thousand customers in a row, she’d be granted freedom from Canterlot. As the new patron approaches from the hall, the Changeling queen licks her lips. This one should be easy prey for another good rating. She asks what they desire, what form would please them most?

Their reply: bigger. Wicked sickly green flames swallow Queen Chrysalis and her onyx mounds swell to the size of melons. She winks and seductively bends over, knowing this would enthrall most folk. Yet the customer shakes their head and repeats themselves.

Bigger. The Changeling Queen gives a mild shrug and shapeshifts once more, expanding her pair of breasts to the size of tires. She takes the expansive black globes in both hands, hefting up for the customer to see. She grins, surely this is enough for them.

Bigger the customer requests. Third time’s the charm right? Queen Chrysalis sucks in a quick breath and casts her shapeshifting spell once more, mutating her form to something even larger. When the flames fade a pair of breasts slap heavily against her thighs. One onyx orb is the size of a small beanbag chair and her green nipples are draped in fine magical jewelry. Queen Chrysalis arcs her back to steady her balance then places her hands confidently behind her head. Behold her magnificent size, worship her-

Bigger. Chrysalis blinks back surprise and looks at the customer. They are certain, positive, in their conviction for more. Chrysalis’ nostrils flare as she exhales and summons her magic once more. As the flames flicker away, the majority of the queen’s form is hidden behind the pair of breasts. Her knees bend, buckling together for support and she feels her spine groaning with stress. Queen Chrysalis leans forward to alleviate the burden, her body feels taxed but this should please the customer right? A pair of black soft couch sized orbs for them.

Bigger. Her eyes go wide. Can she go bigger? She must in order to keep the streak going. Again Queen Chrysalis conjures forth her magic and green flicks engulfs the room and her form. She focuses on being larger than life, bigger than before and begins to shapeshift. The moment the magical flame disappears, Chrysalis’ knees fail. The weight of her car sized breasts are too much now. She tumbles backwards, crashing into the collection of pillows behind her. Before her a valley is created between the great onyx orbs. The chill of the tile floor snakes across the bottom of her breasts as the changeling realized her form. She groans, how uncouth, unbecoming of a great queen. To be reduced to immobility due to the weight of her own body!

She glances to the customer, squishing her breasts down to see them better beyond the cleavage canyon. They seem satisfied. Their hungry eyes taking in the insectoid form before them. At last, their tastes are sated and another positive review secured. The changeling queen takes a moment to relax before the customer makes their move. Then another word escapes the patron’s lips.

“Bigger.”