Queen Phaedra: Big Queen on Campus

Up in a tower of the moon elf royal castle is found the laboratory of Queen Phaedra's personal alchemists: Inae, and her apprentice, Thabecca. Ever the traditional mage, Inae garbs herself in ornate robes that match well with her gentle purple skin and her cascade of shockingly white hair. Thabecca, on the other hand, has far more youthful sensibilities, cladding her skinny little hot-pink body in a tiny pair of shorts that intrude just a little bit up her ass and a little tube-top. Her face is framed with a deep-purple pixie cut and a pair of large, sparkling hoop earrings that she always plays with when she's feeling frisky, and she's playing with them a lot right now.

"I'm in love!" coos Thabecca. "I'm in love, I'm in love! Inae, I'm in love!"

"Of course," says Inae, seeing her apprentice bent over the side of the tower. In this position, she can actually see a fair amount of the girl's cheeks peeking out from the bottom of her shorts. "Who's the lucky lady this time?"

"Oh, who could choose?" says Thabecca. "There's so many gorgeous candidates, all stripped bare, all running through the streets where everyone can see their yummy, yummy bodies!"

"What?" says Inae. She abandons her work and goes to the tower's edge, looking at the streets below. "Wow, you weren't kidding. Why are all those women naked?"

She watches a darling indigo girl in nothing but her underpants sprinting up the cobbles, only to have the strange human pursuing her snag her by the elastic and tear her final garment away, much to the amusement of the general public.

"Because there's a god, obviously," says Thabecca.

"How absolutely humiliating," says Inae, impassively. "I hope someone stops that man forthwith."

"Yeah," says Thabecca, sticking one hand up her own tube top. "How humiliating."

Back in the lab, the door swings open and a large figure enters. Inae rushes to her station, having been expecting this visitor for some time now.

"Good day, Queen Phaedra," she says.

A little-known fact about the queen: Following an experimental rejuvenation procedure, Phaedra has been struggling with a curse of rampant growth. Try as they might, her alchemists have thus far been unable to do more than treat the symptoms as they arise, shrinking her down as needed for when she needs to make public appearances. Lately, however, they've observed that her growth has only become more problematic. She stands now at over nine feet in height, her body wrapped in what was probably a curtain.

"The time of the ball is fast approaching," says the queen. "Please tell me you can contain all of this for the duration."

Thabecca shutters the windows and Inae takes Phaedra to her examination circle, prompting her to disrobe. The enormous naked queen stands with her hands over her head as the alchemists fetch a stepladder and go about taking measurements. She's a magnificent sight: Waves of long, dark-purple hair cascading down her back, regal purple skin as perfect as a peach from head to toe, and the largest, roundest breasts in the entire city. Thabecca indulges herself a little while trying to get a bust measurement.

"It's as we feared," says Inae. "Your breasts are definitely growing two percent faster than the rest of you, and your ass one percent. Since our treatments are geared for uniform size reduction, you're getting more out-of-proportion with every trial."

"And you're building a tolerance to the formula," says Thabecca. "If we don't find an alternative, your growth spurts are going to get closer together, and more explosive."

"You'll figure it out," says Phaedra. "For now, I only need to get through tonight's ball without incident."

"I must caution you," says Inae, "there's the possibility that you might grow considerably, without warning, within the next few hours."

"So you might want to cancel," says Thabecca. "Or at least invest in some super-stretchy panties."

"Don't talk to me about panties," says Phaedra. "Word is that an invasive human is out in the streets, stripping women and taking their underpants. It's become a real headache."

"Well, I hope everything goes better for you tonight," says Inae.