The Queen of the Night

Lillianna dreamt of the Night long before she ever tasted its dark splendor. As a young girl, she devoured tales of the Night Court, a secret underworld of pleasure and indulgence hidden beneath the twinkling stars. Her favorite stories told of the Queen of the Night, a mysterious and powerful figure who reigned over the revelries as men worshipped at her altar. 

Though Lillianna was born to a noble family in the Dawn Court, she always felt out of place in the pale morning light. Her soul belonged to the twilight. At last, on her 19th birthday, Lillianna fled her family’s estate under cover of darkness and made her way to the hidden entrance of the Night Court.

The doorman, recognizing the sigil of her house, bowed low and granted her entry. Lillianna gazed in wonder at the sensual delights around her. Gossamer silks draped the walls, strange fragrances filled the air, and everywhere soft moans and sighs of pleasure could be heard.

In the heart of the court, Lillianna found the Queen of the Night upon her obsidian throne. She wore a gown of midnight that clung to every lush curve and revealed swells of creamy flesh. Her raven hair tumbled around a heart-shaped face, and her violet eyes flashed with mischief and secret knowledge. 

The Queen smiled, beckoning Lillianna forward. “I’ve been waiting for you, child of the dawn. This is where you belong.”

Lillianna knelt before the throne. “Make me your subject, my Queen. I wish to serve the Night.”

The Queen grasped Lillianna’s chin, tilting her face up. “Pretty thing. I shall enjoy reshaping you. The Night demands worship, and you shall become my altar. Azar, my handmaiden, see to our new pet’s initiation.”

Azar, a voluptuous beauty nearly bursting from her gown, swept Lillianna away. “The Queen has chosen you for a great honor. You will become her living chalice, remade in her image. But first, we must prepare you.”   

Lillianna submitted eagerly to Azar’s attentions. She was bathed, buffed, waxed and perfumed until her skin glowed. Azar then presented her with a sheer black slip and escorted her back to the throne room.

The Queen appraised her new acolyte. “Lovely. You are a blank canvas ready to be transformed into a masterpiece. Azar, summon the surgeons. We begin tonight.”

Lillianna’s heart raced as she was brought into an opulent bedchamber and given a sweet draught to drink. The surgeons arrived, carrying intimidating leather cases, and circled her like ravening wolves eying prey. 

At the Queen’s command, they set to work. Lillianna felt a stab of pain, then blissful numbness overtook her senses. She awoke some time later with an unfamiliar weight upon her chest. She gazed down in awe at her new bosom—round, full and impossibly large.  

The Queen entered, smiling in approval. “300 ccs to start. A modest gift, but we have many more transformations yet to come, my pet. Your body is now my canvas, and I shall mold you into a goddess.”   

And so Lillianna’s new life as an acolyte of the Night began. The Queen kept her word, and over the following months Lillianna underwent surgery after surgery, her bosom swelling monstrously with each new set of implants. 500 ccs, then 700, and 900...Lillianna lost count as her chest ballooned to improbable proportions. The Queen and her court delighted in parading their creation, now utterly unrecognizable as the dawn-born girl who first entered the Night.   

After a year, the Queen judged Lillianna’s latest shape—a fantastical bosom of 2300 ccs— perfection incarnate.  “My greatest masterpiece,” the Queen proclaimed, seating Lillianna upon a throne at her own right hand. “You are now the Queen of the Night, blessed with a set of unparalleled wonders no mortal woman could ever replicate. The Night shall worship you, as you have worshipped me.”

Lillianna gazed out at the sea of upturned faces, all eyes riveted to her voluminous new emblems of power and fertility. Her transformation was complete. She smiled, savoring the heady taste of the Night.