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In a world of mega proportions, specialty tailors such as yourself were fairly common. Each piece custom-made and commissioned with specific measurements and features. You specified in undergarments and similar wears, getting commissions for workout bras, lingerie, boxers, thongs, jockstraps, and most commonly: massive, supportive, and comfortable bras. It was one of these requests you were currently working on: A bra for a particularly large lady. With the given measurements each cup was about the size of a typical chair. Other features include an especially soft material for the cup, over 3 inches thick for the proper cushion and support as well as a full brassiere shape for maximum security. You had just finished this large garment, and were meeting the buyer for a fitting and see if any adjustments were needed. You greeted her as she entered your storefront. Befitting of her request, an incredibly busty woman. She was easily 9 feet tall, and the reason for her request, had boobs as wide as a couch that stood out 3 feet from her torso. Kneeling down on the designated mat for your taller customers, you shook her large hand. "It's nice to see you again! I can't wait to see how it looks! I've heard from friends that you make the best fitting stuff for people like me." She shyly smiled, resting her hands at the top of her boobs. "Should we get started?" You nodded, bringing in the large garment for her to try on, as well as asking if she needed privacy or a dressing room. "No, it's fine. You already know my measurements, I don't mind. Plus I know I'd have pride in seeing my works modeled!" Slipping out of her shirt, she laid it on the counter (even folded it easily took up a large area of it) and took off her current bra, which showed obvious signs of wear and uncomfortableness. Not big enough for the woman, likely from a younger age. Slipping on your bra, she turned her torso this way and that. While her mountains of boob squished and wobbled, it was incredibly stable. It easily held in place while not being too tight. "You truly are an expert.. Although I think something's off.." Questioning, you approached, viewing the bra for any overlooked flaws or misfitted areas. "Here, inside, in the middle.." She bent over, giving you a clear view to her deep cleavage. Using her hands, she spread it some, as if looking for a lost phone. You grabbed the edge of her bra to peer down the canyon. Moving her hands, one pulled the bra forwards for a better look. While you were looking for a flaw, her other hand picked you up and dumped you into the garment. "Wait, I think its fine now. Just have to wear it in a little. Hope you don't mind being my passenger for a while, you're too cute not to snatch up. Doubly so right where you are. I'm glad your wares are so comfy and cozy! And I'm sure you're glad too!" You managed to shift around a bit but couldn't do anything as she readjusted her new brassiere and put her shirt back on. "I'll make sure to leave a max rating for your amazing products. Masterfully made to my exact specifications. And amazing customer service!" A quick pat to where you sat pressed against her incredibly cushiony tit-meat. "Feel free to enjoy yourself in there! And don't worry, I'll be sure to spread the word of your great business! And maybe suggest other fun ways to test your wares~" She laughed, getting up and leaving the store, with you stuck in her bra. You knew with the amount of cushion that no one would be able to tell that you'd be in here. Stuck until your customer releases you. At least it's comfy.

The scent of lavender and old parchment hung heavily in Seraphina’s workshop, a chaotic but soothing symphony of silks, threads and half-finished creations. She nervously adapted the emerald green velvet she held, his wealth forming a stark contrast to the hectic fluttering in her stomach. Valerian, her best friend, married. And she, Seraphina, the renowned seamstress whose creations adorned the kingdom’s most elegant balls, had dared to ask him a question that made her palms sweat: could she design his wedding outfit? Valerian, a man of calm elegance and restrained charm, had always appreciated Seraphina’s art. He had worn their designs for countless galas and celebrations, with each garment being proof of their incomparable abilities. But that was different. That was his wedding. And the weight of his consent, the unspoken hope in his eyes when she had asked, was pressed on her like the heavy fabric bolts stacked against the walls. She had been talking about the design for days

This is a work of fiction. Any sexual activities described will be between persons of at least the age of consent. Warning, fantasy realm violence, interspecies procreation, and sexual abuse may be depicted. I was awoken the next morning by Acostia. She gently shook me awake as the sun was starting to crest the mountains to the east. She unchained me and bade for me to follow her. Once we were in the hallway she lead me back to the baths where I was told to wash. As I washed, I told her about my dream, and she said that it was a good sign from the Gods. After my quick bath as I was drying I heard some of the sisters complaining about how many times they’d been taken the night before, and about how soon afterwards that they’d been awakened. I then stood up, completely naked, and addressed my sisters, “Sisters, our previous lives are over. There is nothing we should do but to submit to our new masters. Our supposedly holy order lied to everyone, and betrayed us by sacrificing us to the goblinoids. Embrace our new destiny. Through our and our predecessors,” I said indicating Acostia and the other older sisters, “breeding with the goblinoids, the goblinoid race had become stronger with generation. Soon they shall be strong enough to unseat my father from his throne, and make the goblinoid race even stronger with the wombs of the rest of the kingdom.” As I finished Acostia handed me a light brown linen chemise, with a strange look on her face. I knew that she wanted to say something but kept her tongue. I admired the garment before putting it on. It, like hers, had elbow length sleeves, and a hem that ended at the knees. The neck of the garment was two slits, one across the top, nearly shoulder to shoulder, and the other in the center, to the bottom of my breast bone, of and perpendicular to it. There were leather strings to tighten the neck opening, and all of the hems were hems were reinforced with leather. I donned the garment and followed her to wherever she was taking me. Once we were out of earshot of the others she turned on me and asked in a harsh tone, “Who told you what the goblinoids have been doing all of this time?” “No one, mistress Acostia,” I replied honestly, with a tinge of fear in my voice. “What I said is the only thing that makes sense regarding the breeding the sacrificed sisters.” “Girl, you’re too smart for your own good,” she said chuckling. As she chuckled, a thought hot me, “Acostia,” I said as it did, “We need to send all of the oldest sisters of the order back to the Abbeys.” She looked at me and asked, “Why would we do that?” “There are still young novices at the Abbeys,” I explained, “and questions regarding the whereabouts of those of us who embarked on the pilgrimage may arise. If we send the sisters no longer of childbearing years, with a simple story to follow, no one would realize what has transpired until the next pilgrimage. And hopefully by that time the entire order would be on our side.” “By the Gods,” she swore. “Change of plans, we’re going to see the king.” She lead me to the kings chambers explaining on the way how I wad expected to enter his chambers, behind her and on my hands and knee with my head bowed. When we got there she knocked on his door. A gruff goblinoid voice said something in goblinoid and she opened the door. She entered first with her head bowed and her hands outstretched before her. I came in as instructed on my hands and knees my head hanging to the floor. He said something in goblinoid that I didn’ tunderstand. “My sovereign,” she began in the human trade language, “Prince Agnuverg’s woman said something this morning that needs your immediate attention sire.” “Her this be,” he asked? “Yes, this is she my sovereign,” she said. “Girl, up look, speak,” he ordered. So I looked up at him sitting on a small throne in his chambers, completely naked with his elbows on his knees looking directly at me, so I reiterated to him in the most polite way possible what I’d said to Acostia. I included my latest speech to the sisters, and when I was done he just looked at me. “Smart too good your,” he said before standing up from the throne, striding over to the door and shouting something in goblinoid into the corridor. A few minutes later a handful of guards arrived and he issued them orders. He then looked at the two of us and said, “Her back heir.” Acostia bowed her head, said something in goblinoid back to him, and backed out of the room. Seeing what she was doing I bowed my head again and also backed out of the room. Once out in the hallway, she turned to me and said hurry. We nearly ran to the prince’s chambers. She explained on the way that I was to enter his chambers as she had the had the kings. When we arrived, she knocked loudly on the door and opened it when I assumed he bade us. We both walked in and she explained in goblinoid what the king wanted. He nodded to her and asked, “Life giver, idea hers,” indicating me? “Yes it was my prince,” she responded. “Choice good many reasons,” he replied with a toothy smile. She departed and he quickly got dressed while I told him about my dream of thd night before. He responded by saying, “Dream important, think much.” He then lead me to the throne room, which was a large room 50 feet wide by 150 feet long with 25 foot ceilings. When we got there, the king was already sitting upon his throne with Acostia sitting on the marble steps at his feet. Prince Agnuverg made for a smaller throne to the king’s right, and after he sat, I sat on the marble steps at his feet mirroring Acostia’s position. When all of the sisters and their masters had filled into the throne room, the Acostia called all to order. She then went onto explain what she and I had discussed earlier, both the problem and my solution. After much discussion and debate, a plan was formulated. All of the surviving sisters excluding those of us who’d been ‘sacrificed’ would return to the abbeys. In case anyone who’d remained at the abbeys knew about the details and purpose of the pilgrimage, an overwhelming force of ‘new initiates’ (the returning sisters’ new goblinoid masters), would accompany them, wearing novice (of which we had plenty). Afterwards, since the abbeys were sequestered anyway, the sisters would start breeding programs there. As novices turned the age of consent, they’d be sent to us to undergo the ceremony of ownership until enough young novices and young goblinoid males were of the AOC at the abbeys. Plans were also fomented to begin the invasion of my father’s kingdom on Victory Day (also ‘the day of sacrifice’) 20 years hence. Over the next few months, the decision on how we sisters of sacrifice would be trained was changed on Prince Agnuverg’s orders. He said that we needed to ensure that all goblinoids needed to be ready for war, both those of us who’d been born goblinoids, and those of us who’d been adopted ad goblinoids, when he said that he pushed me in front of him. Our training was rigorous and difficult, especially since most of the sisters of sacrifice missed their next bleeds, myself included. As our pregnancies progressed, we were expected to train as much as the males. When our time to deliver came, most of us, myself included again, gave birth on the training ground. Prince Agnuverg and the rest of the masters took it as a sign of strong offspring that they were born on the training ground. My water broke while I was sparing with the Prince. He didn’t spare lightly he spared with intent, and I had bruises to show for it. He was pushing me back as it broke. I continued to spare with him, as the fluid rolled down my legs. We continued to spare as the contractions hit, slow at first, but gradually increasing in both intensity and speed of which they hit. I continued until I couldn’t, at which point I told Prince Agnuverg that his offspring was about to be born and squatted down. He immediately rushed to my side and shouted for the midwife. The urge hit me to push, so I did. Whenever it hit me I pushed. I pushed and felt something painfully exiting my womanhood as the midwife arrived. She lifted the hem of my dress and said that she saw the head, and she directed me in what to do. She helped as I delivered Prince Agnuverg’s and my son. She wrapped the little one up in cloth and handed to the proud father. I still felt the urge to push so I did. Soon I felt the now familiar sensation of an infant’s head exiting, and told the midwife. She looked and said that I was delivering a second offspring. She again directed me on what to do, and I delivered our daughter, which she also wrapped up and handed to the father. She then helped me to deliver the two afterbirths, which she’d look at in a ceremony to determine our offerings’ future. Afterwards, she handed me a belt to put on, then cut the sleeves and neck out of my dress so that it hung down my front and rear. After she showed me how to prepare my breasts for feeding she positioned a bundle of infant over each shoulder with an infant on each beast. The greedy little ones latched onto my nipples and suckled deeply. She then turned to the prince and told him that my training was over for the day, and escorted my back to the prince’s chambers. She later told the prince that a week my second bleed, that he could breed me again, which he happily did, and I just as happily accepted. Thus, once or twice a year for the next 19 years he bred me. In that time frame I had 25 offspring (including the first set of twins) in 21 pregnancies, and was 3 months pregnant when we stormed my brother’s castle. As the date of the invasion approached, we split up our forces to attack smaller garrisons in smaller villages. The 6 abbeys were to attack Kingstown and the 5 largest cities in the kingdom. King Agnuverg (his father had stepped down after the birth of our first son), our 3 eldest offspring (Khavek, Glekelia, & Navlod [who served with his sire’s guards]), with Agnuverg’s guards company, Khavek’s infantry company and Glekelia’s all female night infiltration company and I headed to the Kingstown abbey two weeks before the attack. The night of the attack our daughter Glekelia lead her night infiltration company (who were all dressed in dark lightweight clothing, and carried daggers and short swords) in the dark of the night to the Kingstown castle in the middle of the Kingspont river. They quitely swam across the river, scaled the castle walls and quietly killed all of the guards. Our main force then quietly marched on the castle and were let inside by Glekelia’s company. We spread out and quietly seized the rest of the castle. King Agnuverg and I found the throne room and he sat upon the throne, while I stood behind it. As dawn approached, he sent his guards went to roust my feckless brother and his family out of bed, and bring them before us. My brother was dragged into the throne room by his nephew Navlod and thrown to the floor at Agnuverg’s feet. “Sire,” he said in goblinoid, “the deposed king.” “Good,” Agnuverg said. “Where is his crown?” “I have it here your Majesty,” Navlod said holding it aloft. “I shall get it my love,” I said in goblinoid as I stepped around the throne. As I walked down the marble steps of the throne, I wondered why my brother, or any of his family for that matter, wasn’t talking. As I got closer to them I noticed filthy rags stuffed into their mouths. I looked to my third borth, and said, “I will take the crown son.” “Thank you mother,” he responded. Before I ascended the steps again I stooped down to my brother laying bleeding on the floor and kicked him verbally. “You feckless mouse,” I said in the human trade language, I’m taking our father’s throne, my throne, and giving it to my life mate King Agnuverg of the goblinoids.” As I stood to ascend the steps, he tried to scream but was kicked in the ribs by Prince Navlod. The look in his eyes was priceless. Knowing what we had instore for his family was even better. As I reached my husband, I bowed and said in goblinoid, “Your Majesty, if I may be allowed, it would probably be a wise idea to try to fit the two crowns together before your Majesty tries to wear both.” “So be it,” he replied before taking off his crown and handing it to me. I took the crown from him, and as I was examining the two of them I noticed something, “Your Majesty,” I said as they slid and clicked together. “These are not two crowns, but two parts of the same crown.” “Your are joking, Katarina,” he says “No, your Majesty, I am not,” I said as I demonstrated how they fit together, before placing them both upon his head. Wearing the now rejoined crown King Agnuverg looked at my brother and said in the human trade language, “Seize throne day this you.” Then after sizing up the queen he turned to me he asked, “Young queen look? Offspring yet carry?” “She looks so to me my liege,” I responded, “This is as good a time as any for you and the Prince’s to perform the ownership ceremony on her and the two princess’.” He barked an order and a trio of blacksmiths came forward each with a set of irons & chains. Soldiers held the deposed queen and her daughters down while the collars, manacles and pedecles were attached. The three were then forcibly fixed into the tripod position, (in the time that I’d spent with the goblinoids, as I’d learned the language, I learned what the position was called). Once they were in the tripod position, I stepped down from the throne dais while drawing my dagger and approached each in turn. I first removed their gags so that I could listen to them scream and plead as I gingerly, with my dagger, cut all of their clothes off. Once I was finished I turned to my husband and two eldest sons (Khavek had entered the room as I cut the ladies clothes off), and addressed them in the human trade language, “Master, male offspring of my womb, take these three as is our custom.” They all three smiled as they removed their cod pieces and stepped up to one of the three nude women (King Agnuverg to the queen, and my sons each to a princess) and loosed their waters upon them. I held my ‘dear’ brother’s head up to watch as it happened, while listening to the three of them plead for them to stop. When they were done, the three women were released from their bonds, forced to kneel as I had willingly done all those years ago by our soldiers. I was still holding my ‘dear’ brothers’s head up for him, as my husband and sons raped the three women. When they were done, the three women were placed back into the tripod position and locked up. The sun was just peaking over the horizon when I sent one of the sisters to pay a crier to announce that the king was going to make an important announcement at noon. Shortly after that, I sent for a group of sisters to come escort the queen and her daughters back to the queen’s chanbers and explain what just happened meant. I really didn’t have anything against the three, so I didn’t really want to see any harm come to them. As the noon hour approached, the square below the inner keep. At twelve bells, King Agnuverg and I stepped out onto the balcony and addressed the crowd. He told them who he was, and that they were now subjects of the goblinoid empire. We said as of that moment, all current marriages should continue to exist, but henceforth no more human to human marriages would be permitted. Someone in the crowd demanded to see the deposed king, and I had him brought out. His eyes were still red 6 hours after witnessing the rape of his queen and daughters. I pushed him before me, and finally addressed the crowd myself, “Ladies and gentlemen of Kingstown, I am Princess Katarina, your rightful ruler, of this kingdom. I was denied my throne by a corrupt order, that due to my birth 39 years ago today, under a full moon, tried to sacrifice my to the goblinoids. I rebelled, and willingly accepted my fate, and have had 25 beautiful goblinoid babys because of it. I decided that fateful night 20 years ago that a system that allowed that to happen needed to be destroyed, so here we are. I have willingly given my throne to my husband King Agnuverg.” Drawing the king's sword as I spoke, “I have only one thing left to do before this task is completed,” I said as I put my sword across my brother’s neck “ and that is to execute the deposed king,” I finished drawing the entire 3 foot length of it across his neck. The blood shot from his body like a pair of twin geysers. It pumped three times before I stepped back and kicked his body off of the balcony. It crashed in a bloody mess into the courtyard below. King Agnuverg leaned over and whispered to me in goblinoid, “Is that not being a little over dramatic my dear?” I chuckled, and replied, “Maybe?” I gave the people a moment to take everything in before I said again in the human trade language , “Let thay be a lesson to all don’t mess with the goblinoid queen.”