Greta describes it all in lurid detail

"They..." Greta gulps in a mixture of fear and disgust. "They're pulling her undershirt up over her head, a-and exposing her b-breasts!" The maid gasps as her blind queen's cheek burn red at the scandalous incident.

The duchess squeals and yelp as her large, grapefruit-sized melons wobble free, showcasing their slight sag, large areolas, and the fact her nipples are growing quite erect (probably because of the cold, Greta tells herself).

"Sh-she's wearing a girdle!" Greta gasps.

"I-I never would have guessed!" Belinda whispers in shock, even though they were practically standard-issue for any high-born woman in this kingdom.

"It... it looks very expensive," Greta comments. "She must have paid a fortune to line it with all those diamonds."

Duchess Gwendolyn pleads with the rowdy rioters but it falls on deaf ears. Soon her large melons are shaking and bouncing as one of the peasants starts yanking on the elaborate contraption around the pampered woman's waist. She lets out a momentary squeal of surprise as the supportive accessory is yanked from her blubbery middle, exposing a modest pot belly.

"Wow, it came off in one quick pull!" Greta relays to the blind queen. "The duchess is panicking now, and clumsily running her hands all over those big, soft breasts of hers, and sensually running those dainty hands of hers along her sexy *blush* I-I-I mean, uh... embarrassing buddha belly..."

The maid's hand starts to subconsciously massage her own breast as she continues to watch this once powerful woman get stripped bare.

Belinda is little better, fanning herself at the thought of something happening to her.

That... that would be truly outrageous! Surely no one would ever try to do the same to me... Belinda thinks to herself.

Greta gasps again. "Th-they're even taking her... her britches!"

"They wouldn't dare!" The already naked monarch says as she feels her big heart pound away in her own extremely impressive bosom.