Another attempt at a 1000 word WG story! This one featuring a big (emphasis on), benevolent Lamia queen who goes a bit overboard with her tribute...;p

Hope ya enjoy it~

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The lowly servant looked up in total awe and fear. Before him stood his queen, high and mighty. Queen Silthia of the Serpents, the largest Lamia in the world.

Quite literally the largest, in fact.

Silthia was enormous; a 15ft girl whose body was bloated and long, her green and cream snake tail stretching out behind her like the body of some corpulent slug. The queen’s face was puffed up and chubby, cheeks spherical and filled out as she gazed downwards at her human servant, as far as she could with the gargantuan globes that were her breasts anyway, each one was larger than full grown cow and straining against a bra of gold once part of a set of armor she long ago outgrew, threatening to smash it apart. Her stomach pooled out into a boulder of pale skinned flesh that sagged down to her non existent lap, hanging over where her human body met her snake one, a relatively dainty hand glided across it’s surface slowly, sinking in ever so slightly.

She licked her lips with her forked tongue, waiting for the human to speak. “You may stop staring little one, I will not eat you.” she chuckled, the movement sending her cheeks jiggling.

“M-my Queen.” he said finally, plucking up the courage to speak. “I was just here to inform you that the tribute from the neighbouring villages has come in.”

“Excellent, is it as expected?” Silthia purred, her stomach rumbling audibly.

“30 cows, 40 barrels of wine, 20 sheep, and I don’t know how much gold and silver.” the servant responded.

Silthia gave a fang exposing grin, unerving but well meaning. “Tell the people of those villages that the Queen of the Serpents is pleased with their offerings, and that her benevolence shall continue to protect their lands.”

The servant nodded and left, but not before glancing back up at his queen, getting a look at her size before leaving her alone. The sounds of carts entering the great throne chamber of the Queen’s palace caused her to cast her reptilian eyes towards the doors, as the many animals, alcohol barrels and chests of precious metals were brought in before her.

“Very good, very good...leave it with me my children, your queen wishes to...take stock, of her tribute.” she smirked, gesturing her followers away with a sweep of a thick arm.

Now alone for real with her tribute, she slithered over to it, though her slithering was more of an undulation of her mammothly fat snake body, which took some effort. The cows mooed and sheep bleated in fright as she loomed over them, drooling.

“Hush now my prey, your fate is simple, to become part of me!” she hissed, cracking her jaws wide as she lunged at the closest cow.

Hours had passed, and the servant who had originally announced Silthia’s tribute’s arrival had returned to tell his queen of how the villagers were happy with the arrangements. He knew his queen would be pleased, and so he opened the great doors to her chamber.

“My Queen! The-” his voice died in his throat.

Queen Silthia looked up slowly from her sprawled posture, the room that was once full of tribute was now empty, save for the drained wine barrels, glinting treasure chests, and the remains of bells that had once been on the flocks brought in. Silthia was quite literally taking up a great deal of the room now, her lower body had expanded out like a great green pool of scaly flesh that heaved and bulged here and there, her human stomach spread out on the floor like a dome of pillowy blubber. Her breasts were free of their golden bra, and now hung proudly, resting against the cool stone floor and her expanse of belly. The Queen of Serpents hiccuped as she forced herself upright, the site of her now exposed assets made the poor servant weak at the knees.

“Mm…?” she slurred drunkenly, grabbing a half empty wine barrel and draining the remaining contents into her pit of a stomach.

“My Queen, the villagers are happy with their arrangements and wish you good health...I see that you are indeed in, good health.” he staggered, not knowing quite what to do with what he was seeing.

“Ah, that pleases me!” Silthia giggled, belching a long and fruity burp that shook the chamber. “Their tribute was most excellent, if a little strong on the way down.” she gestured to her lower body, gurgled and muffled mooing and bleats could be heard.

“I see...do you require anything else, My Queen?” the servant was once again in awe.

“No, it is quite alright. I wish to rest now in fact.” the Lamia yawned, her jaws stretching to a degree that made the human uncomfortable.

“Oh, of course, Queen Silthia, do enjoy your sleep!” and with that, he left her once more.

Days passed as the Lamia Queen seemed to sleep without waking, like some form of hibernation. Days, and then weeks. It was common for snakes to sleep for long periods to digest their slowly processing meals, but it was rare for a Lamia to do so. As the great serpent queen slept, she grew. Her body lengthened, her mass increased, she got bigger, fatter...stronger. Her body had creaked and split apart, shedding herself to make room for new swathes of bountiful serpent flesh. It felt good to wake up with a new skin and still full-ish stomach.

“Nothing like a surge of power following such a lovely meal…” she giggled, poking a finger into a roll.

She looked at her many followers as they worked tirelessly, removing her shed snake skin and figuring out how to clothe their queen once more. Her belly rumbled, and she looked out along the roads to see a new convoy bringing fresh tribute towards the palace. She smiled warmly, her loving people rewarding her benevolence.

“It’s good to be queen…” she gently purred.