You try to carefully negotiate with her

—This chapter was written by SmittySmith, posted with his permission.

You swallow hard, overwhelmed by Tina's offer, but beyond intimidated by what it would really mean.

"That is an incredibly generous offer my queen," you begin, choosing your words as carefully as possible.

"It would absolutely be an upgrade over my current quarters, but I worry about the strain it would put on you and your royal booty," you continue slowly. So far Tina seems content to let you continue.

"Even at my smaller size, I would not be an easy fit within your regal bottom. I only wish for your comfort my queen, and at my size I worry that I would become a strain on you and not of good service as a consort."

Tina's eyes narrow, examining your suggestion, seeming to wonder if you are simply trying to avoid more time with her ass, but you continue.

"And once I...relocate to my new locker room, none of your royal attire will fit. That will leave your glorious posterior exposed to the....ugh....general public. Peasants who have not earned the privilege of gazing upon it in its full glory."

You conclude hesitantly, and allow your queen to consider your arguments.

"Your thoughts and concerns are appreciated consort. But shouldn't I, as a benevolent queen, put the needs of others over my own?" she asks aloud, not necessarily expecting an answer.

"My queen, you have truly shown yourself to be kind and generous. A simple consort like me could not ask for you to lower yourself to such levels for my comfort," you respond. You smile inwardly (not at all outwardly) at your responses. You feel like you're getting good at playing Tina's game.

Tina smiles down at you and caresses your head gently. She pulls you closer to her large body.

"Very well consort. I have decided..."