Greed (Commission for Ume_Coalpaw)

“Bring him in, I tire of waiting.”

The royal guard nodded, slithering away and leaving the queen alone in her throne room, just long enough that she had some time to sigh and wonder what exactly had gone wrong in her life for her to be feeling that way.

Ratu had spent so long trying to master that spell that it had become a bit of a running gag with the court, one she was tolerant enough to keep going purely because it convinced everyone that she’d never be able to actually do it; as long as her subjects were convinced of her own impotence, they wouldn’t make any plans to stop her from going wild with her newest idea, and that’s exactly how she liked it.

Unfortunately, there was a lot of truth to the assumption, seeing as she really was incapable of doing anything with that spell; months had gone by without any kind of success, just a never-ending series of very confused water-types who didn’t quite understand why they had been summoned into the throne room just so they could witness their queen strain the veins in her temple for ten minutes before giving up.

That day, as far as she knew, wouldn’t be all that different; a few tentative changes to the way the magic was drawn upon and cast, but nothing too big. Seeing as how every attempt had ended in failure in the past, the Milotic had no real reason to believe things would be any different that time around. It was for that reason that she had called up one of the most pathetically insignificant members of her royal court: one of the Magikarp stablehands.

Even if the spell succeeded, it wouldn’t do much, but that wasn’t the point; Ratu was tired of the jeering and the comments and the not-so-subtle giggling at her inability to use magic properly. Even if the results wouldn’t be all that great if it did succeed, she figured she’d be better off using people who would keep quiet when told to, even if she had to endure a whole lot of blabbering and confused spluttering.

The dumb fish was brought to her, trembling all over and with his eyes darting between the royal escort and his queen; not exactly the brightest bulb in the box, and even though the whole throne room was filled with water, the sight of the ocean’s surface being below him almost made the poor thing panic, requiring some effort on Ratu’s part before they simmered down and let her speak.

She asked him for his name, receiving an incomprehensible series of burbles and rasping noises which she didn’t bother trying to understand; coming up with a nickname that she was sure he wouldn’t correct, the Milotic queen addressed her subject, giving them the whole speech about how she was QUEEN OF THE WAVES and ruled all that he could see, only to very quickly give up trying to impress someone who was very clearly only a stablehand by virtue of knowing how to swim very quickly. When she was certain he wouldn’t turn around and bolt out of the throne room on the first sign of trouble, she waved at the royal guard to close the main door and went to work.

As was usual by that point, Ratu began the incantations, intoning the proper words and the many, many improper ones required for her custom-designed spell to have its intended effect. As expected, the currents of magic around her began to recoil and flare at such blatant misuse, and for a brief instant, the Milotic was convinced that this would just be yet another failure; she was even ready to throw the whole thing out the proverbial window and instead focus on mastering some of that weird sunlight-based growth that her friend Willow had been developing, until something snapped.

Like a puzzle piece finishing a jigsaw, everything suddenly made sense to her. Why every other attempt had failed, why the magical energies she was tapping into refused to lend her their aid, even why her attempts at translating similar spells hadn’t worked. She wasn’t quite sure how she knew that, seeing as magic had an annoying tendency to be a good fifty-percent innate understanding rather than anything that could be put to words, but what mattered was that she knew what to do and how to go about doing it.

So she did.

With a few minor adjustments to her spell, the Milotic was able to finally accomplish what she had set out to do almost three years prior: draining one of her subjects of any lifeforce they might’ve once had. The royal guards were all appropriately startled when the Magikarp’s body began to wither away before their very eyes, with a few even looking nervously at the door to the throne room and wondering if it wasn’t too late to try and get out of there. Before any of them could do anything, however, the former stablehand had disappeared completely, their body melting into the water and turning into a fine, reddish mist that was quickly sucked up by their queen, who for once was looking like she didn’t want to punch the nearest puppy out of frustration.

That was only stage one, however; draining the test subject and consuming them entirely was only the fuel for the reaction she had planned afterwards, the true reason why Ratu had spent so long trying to master that particular bit of magic. Before any of the stolen Magikarp could settle of its own accord, and acting quickly enough that wild currents around her couldn’t make that decision for her, she directed all of that mass towards her bust.

Now, Ratu wasn’t exactly small… or average… or even big. To be fair, she was already enormous, hence why her throne room was kept flooded at any one given time; she could easily survive above water if she needed to, but carrying those tits of hers around without any kind of floatation medium was an entirely different story altogether. Put together, they amounted to over half of her body weight, and even with the help of all that water to keep them somewhat mobile, the Milotic queen still needed to exercise caution when moving around, lest she bump into someone and crack open their skull.

Her size, however, wasn’t enough. It had been, a long time before, back when she wasn’t aware of other monarchs who were even bigger than she was. With Willow on the continent having outsized her a few months before, she took what had been, up until then, simple jealousy and put it to work towards improving herself. It was merely an extension of the many rivalries that had been kicked up between the various queens in and around the Hoenn region, where the size of their busts would be directly correlated to their status in the endless game of intrigue and politicking that took place between them.

Most of their subjects, meanwhile, were blissfully ignorant of what went on during their sparse meetings, which more often than not turned into titty-smothering competitions where inevitably one of them would end up on top. And while it pained the Milotic to admit it, Ratu almost always would be on the very bottom of the stack, even when her friend Willow offered to take a dive for her. It was a constant source of embarrassment for her, and one she was dead set on taking care of. With the spell ready to go, she was finally ready to do so.

The Magikarp stablehand didn’t really do much for her, all things considered; each of her breasts were already big enough that the little thing could curl up inside one of them and still have room left, making it difficult for their consumed body to have any kind of impact. But at the very least, it served as a proof of concept, evidence that what she was aiming to do actually did work; and with that out of the way, it turned from a matter of possibility to one of scale.

No one dared to move inside her throne room while the Milotic admired her new, slightly-expanded assets. They were all afraid they might be next, being one of the very few who were privy to the breast rivalries of the Pokémon queens. Some believed that their practical role in defending Ratu would make them impervious to any harm, and those few would be very relieved when she turned around and demanded that they convene the royal court, so she may show off a bit.

The Milotic had been waiting for a long time to be able to do what she was intending to; all the jeering and snarky commentary would finally be paid back in full with a heavy helping of interest the moment those doors were closed again, because she was not intending to allow anyone to leave… at least not on their own two feet. Eager to satisfy their queen, the royal guard gathered everyone of even middling importance to the affairs of state, ushering them into the throne room before locking the doors behind them. Curiously, a good half of the guard remained on the outside, having accurately gauged that, should Ratu do what they thought she was going to do, there was a very significant chance she wouldn’t just stop with her courtiers, and would instead continue to devour everyone who happened to be within range.

As for the queen, she was happy to announce that, after so long, a breakthrough had occurred, and she was happy to demonstrate the full power of her magical ability. No one believed her, being too busy snickering or whispering a few words to one another, probably exchanging a joke or two about how Ratu had her head in the clouds. For once, the Milotic didn’t really mind, seeing as she knew she had the upper hand that time around. As soon as the crowd was done making noise, she cleared her throat, using the long period of silence that followed to assert her dominance over the gathering.

Rather than say anything to punctuate that pause, however, Ratu chose to snap her fingers instead, her eyes glowing a menacing yellow when she tapped into her magical powers and allowed the currents to flow wildly around her once again. All it took was that one gesture for the group of people that had once been so confident that their queen was a worthless practitioner to turn around and immediately start begging for mercy, promising to forevermore hold their tongues and never speak ill of her again. They promised a whole bunch of things, actually, even to pledge their personal estates if only she were to spare them in particular; should Ratu actually listen, her ability to rule over the realm would probably be expanded even more than her own tits would be, if only because she had effectively placed the equivalent of nobility at gunpoint. But that was boring, the usual stuff; she could just as easily take them and then use her own considerable royal power to invoke a whole series of privileges that would allow them to accomplish the exact same thing for far less of a hassle.

Why bother with words, then?

The royal court screamed out in unison, panicking when their bodies began to drain away into the water around them, their mass not quite liquid or solid, but instead in a state just malleable enough that it could be magically siphoned off into their queen’s body. Ratu, at long last, was feeling like her time hadn’t been wasted when the collective dividends of all her courtiers allowed her bosom to blossom forth in large, galloping spurts that only seemed to be getting faster the more she took in! None of the people in the room had even been completely consumed before her breasts reached all the way down to her feet, and judging by how much there was left, she couldn’t even begin to imagine what her final size would be like.

Wouldn’t have to wait too long for that imagination to become a reality; with the spell having become as efficient as it was, it took her about five minutes before the last of the congregated courtiers were turned into the undifferentiated, magically-melted mush that was oh-so-easily absorbed in order to make more of her. The waters in the throne room were a swirling mass of colours, a rainbow that, in any other circumstance, might have genuinely been beautiful to behold; considering its origins, however, the Milotic was thinking her royal guard would need a raise after keeping their composure so admirably, not a single one trying to escape while the former royal court turned into a whirlpool of mass fit for their queen to absorb.

Which she did. Instantly.

There was no savouring of her victory, no gloating, no waiting for the whole thing to be even more delicious than it already was. Far as Ratu cared, her victory had already been assured, and without anyone to flex to (well, anyone that mattered at least), there was no point in delaying the inevitable. Calling upon her magical prowess, she commanded the currents to flow into her bust, and only then did she realize that maybe, just maybe, trying to take so much in such a short time might not be the best of ideas.

Up until then, the Milotic queen had assumed that the spell would work as she always intended it to work; seeing as how it came to pass with the Magikarp, there was no reason to think otherwise. With a one-to-one ratio ensured, she could do the mental math required to guesstimate where her new size would end up being, and so wasn’t all that worried about things getting a bit out of hand; hell, even with her entire court stuck in her tits, it was doubtful she’d be the biggest amongst the queens, thus needing a little something more if she wanted to compete.

What Ratu wasn’t expecting, however, was for the magical energies involved in the spell to backfire in the most spectacular way possible, and rather than just leaving her alone while she ate up her courtiers, decide to pour into her frame as well. Not only was the Milotic taking in the whole crowd’s bodies in addition to their own (admittedly pitiful) stores of magical power, but the ambient currents and lay lines that even allowed her to do such a thing turned on her the moment she let her guard down. It was a given that using spells was always a dangerous, risky proposition, what with magic being extremely temperamental even on the best of days, but Ratu could never have guessed that such a blatant abuse of what was initially a perfectly innocuous incantation might anger whatever gods controlled the whole thing to the point where her body was turned into a living nexus!

It was hard to miss, what with her enhanced sight being able to see as reality itself began to bend and shift around her form, turning towards her and filling her with even more power than before; with how much was rushing to fill her in addition to her own gluttonous feast, Ratu was left panicking at the prospect that she might just overload from the sudden influx of unwanted power. The throne room’s water began to rise in temperature, bubbles rising while the glass dome began to crack; her guards, previously stoic and immovable, began to shudder and eye the doors, a few even taking the steps required to open them at a moment’s notice should it come to that. The Milotic’s whole body seemed to be glowing, the absorption process having completely escaped her ability to control it. There was nothing left for her to do but let it happen, and yet she knew that doing so would spell doom for her.

So what to do?

There was only one real way of fixing her problem, and that was to accept the “gift” and shunt it somewhere where it wouldn’t get her in trouble. Lacking any kind of magical crystals or battery gems, however, there was… a solution she wasn’t quite sure she enjoyed. It was the biggest of cosmic jokes that she’d have to use her bosom to help fix an issue created by said bosom to begin with, but it’s not like the Milotic had any real possibility beyond that. With a sigh, she lowered her defenses and allowed the magical currents to flow into her as easily as the mass she had stolen, joining the two together and filling her bust out with the resulting mix.

Ratu had assumed that it would be a painful process, that the raw power would eliminate any kind of pleasure she might have felt; the queen wasn’t a stranger to minor overloads, and those always ended up ruining her day in one way or another. Sure, her body was as plump as it was precisely because of the amount of “mishaps” she’d been subjected to over the years, but those were never enjoyable. That time, however, was a completely different affair; rather than an all-consuming sensation of fullness that bordered on the unbearable, the knowledge that she was one bad step away from literally bursting open from the sheer pressure, what she felt instead was… warmth. A soft, inviting, oddly-comforting warmth that spread across her chest when it started to bloat, lowering her defences even more when the brutish assault she had expected failed to arrive.

Ratu couldn’t quite understand how it had happened, but her welcoming the overload of magical power had somehow lessened its impact; whether it be because it was an entirely different thing than she thought it was, or because her body turning into a nexus gave her a bit more control over those energies than initially expected, she felt like she could… direct the flow. It was certainly as easy as it had been to tell that stolen mass to head directly into her tits, and before long, even the whole royal court felt like a pitifully small amount compared to the bounty provided by the ambient magical currents churning around her.

Ratu felt her breasts balloon in every direction, displacing more and more of the throne room’s water until the glass above her head began to crack and shatter, unable to deal with the sudden increase in pressure. Her guards, as well, were visibly uncomfortable, their bodies unused to that kind of environment, and after a few more seconds of trying to grin and bear it, one of the youngest among them turned around to open the door… only to find out that it had become impossible to pull it inwards, the water pushing against it too hard for it to open. With their queen’s bust rapidly encroaching on their position, all they could do was watch as the Milotic screamed in mindless bliss, the power finally getting to her head after realizing she was in control of it, rather than the other way around.

Each heartbeat added inches to her breasts, the growth spurts growing bigger and bigger as time went on; the stolen mass had become irrelevant, already surpassed by the raw power provided by the queen’s now-insurmountable power. The world itself was her battery, free to drain and be used at any given time, and the Milotic was going to make good use of it; sure, she could keep going forever, letting her tits blimp out until the whole planet became nothing more than her bustline, but where was the fun in that? The whole point of developing that spell in the first place was to use it to lord over others and display her superiority, not just grow bigger tits; if she wanted just that, there were a million better alternatives she could’ve picked.

No, Ratu needed more than that, she needed others to see her and know that she alone stood triumphant above all others. To that end, and with some amount of regret, she cut off the flow of magical energy into her breasts, just a couple of inches away from her nipples slamming into the doors to the throne room.

Up until then, the whole place had been filled with the sounds of her tits expanding wildly, the churning and sloshing of the fluids inside of them making short work of her guard’s decency, with many of them clearly displaying erect manhoods and with eyes wide enough to almost be comical. With her growth halted, however, everyone fell silent, the water pressure ensuring that the silence was even more oppressive than it would normally be. The only thing that broke it was the glass dome above their heads, which had miraculously survived despite how taxed it was by the water being pushed against it, even if it looked about ready to break apart entirely.

Ratu wasn’t ignorant of this, and figuring that a display of power was needed, allowed her tits to grow just enough for one of her nipples to leave a massive dent in the double door, the other to pierce through the wall (and serve as a convenient seal), and the water in the throne room to be displaced just enough that the glass above them gave in and exploded outwards, showering the ocean’s surface in broken shards while the large aquarium leaked from the top and over the sides.

Finally feeling relieved, everyone in there breathed a sigh of relief… at least until Ratu licked her lips and snapped her fingers again, levitating the remaining guards towards her and then promptly dismantling their armour, leaving their nude, supple forms there for her to admire. It was important to know just what was going to be used to feed her hungry bust, even if the end result wouldn’t even be noticeable; the fact of the matter was, she was needy, she was thirsty for more, and they just happened to be there. What a pity that the growth provided by her best warriors wasn’t even enough to make her left nip break through the front doors…

At that point, the Milotic was left with a bit of a conundrum: sure, her breasts weren’t completely filling the throne room and she could just grow them as big as she wanted them to be, but stuck there as she was, there would be no way for her to contact anyone. She could try to call for the remaining royal guard, but doubted they would listen; maybe scream to the heavens for help, but none of her subjects would ever be able to hear her. It left the Milotic with only one possible solution as well, and one that she found less than adequate.

In a way, she had no one but herself to blame. Had Ratu decided to pace things out and let things take their course, she could’ve paraded herself to her subjects, giving her everything she needed and wanted: a whole kingdom of adoring water-types, there for her to consume while they watched, helpless and impotent. Stuck as she was, however, and unwilling to grow the rest of her to become mobile again, all the queen could see as a possibility was… expanding the range of the spell.

Unrefined, uncivilized and it’d leave her without the satisfaction of seeing her subjects’ faces when they noticed their bodies were being used to make their colossal queen’s tits grow even bigger, but there wasn’t really anything else she could do; at her level of power, even her whole realm would barely make a dent in her full size, especially compared to what she could accomplish by just allowing her power to rush back into her body, but what was she going to do? Let them run around?

Nonsense.

Her eyes glowed a bright red that time around, the magical energies involved in her final spell having been twisted beyond all recognition to serve such a selfish desire. The Milotic allowed her mind to expand, locating and hooking onto every living soul on the reef her castle was built on. The structure itself, a living being in its own right, would also be given the honour of feeding its monarch; by the time she was done with everything, there’d be no need for a support structure, because her tits alone would do all the supporting required.

With a snap of her fingers, the whole thing started all over again. Like one, all of her subjects flinched, noticing something was wrong; a few even dared to look at one another, wondering aloud about what might be happening, just a few moments before a wave of panicked screaming coursed through the whole kingdom when they all realized what was happening. The Milotic didn’t even try to hide it that time; within seconds, her tits had completely destroyed her above-water throne room, causing her to crash into the ocean below and giving her sources of mass a perfect view of just what they were being turned into. For many, the last thing they would ever see would be those immense mounds, blocking out the light of the sun as they grew vast beyond measure, before collapsing onto the ocean bed and obliterating most of the realm with the kinetic impact. 

Not that Ratu cared; by that point, almost everyone had been consumed and turned into more mass for her to use, and the second one of her breasts began to rub up against the coral making up the foundation of her realm was the same second that said kingdom ceased to exist. If she were to move away, any visitors to the area would only see a barren stretch of ocean, devoid of even the most basic of vegetation. Maybe they might wonder what cataclysm happened there, or perhaps just assume that it had always been like that.

For the Milotic queen, however, it was a testament to her power and achievements, the final piece of evidence needed to prove that she, above all others, stood as the most powerful queen. When she was done taking everything in, not even bothering to give herself a magical boost, her back had already dried up, what with her tits having forced her several dozen feet above the waterline. While most of them remained safely below the surface, they were simply too colossal to be hidden away from sight; the small minority of her volume that remained above the ocean was in itself so unfathomably huge that, were it not completely smooth, it might be confused for a pair of oddly round islands!

And above those was Ratu, half-asleep and knocked out from all the work she’d done that day. There was no kingdom left, not for her at least. But when she looked westward, to the faint hint of land out in the distance, she knew that her work had barely begun.

So much more yet left to take for herself… she could only hope Willow would be willing to share.