Queen, The

My name is Jean, and I’m an 18-year-old girl struggling for popularity in high-school. I don’t think I’m ugly; I’ve had a good number of boyfriends. It just seems like I’m not noticed, like I’m not good enough for everyone. I do try not to care, but in the end I do.

Well, I heard Beth, my best friend, tell me that there was a new beauty store that had good products for cheap in town. Now I was standing outside this ‘FD’s Beauty Shop,’ and I could use some new face cream. Entering the shop I saw it was much larger than it seemed from the outside. There were about seven rows with different products. I looked through the shampoo first - saw a lot of brands I’ve never heard of before. Then I checked out the beauty cream row and found a brand of cream Beth used.

There was a pretty young woman at the cash register smiling at me. "Is this everything?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“If there is anything I can help you with let me know,” she said, ringing up the cream.

Right then I thought about school and how I would like to be more popular. I don’t know why I said it, but it came out, “If you could help me be more popular at school that’d be nice.”

The cashier laughed, “What if I told you I could?”

I laughed in disbelief, “I’d say you’re full of it.”

“Well I guess I’ll have to show you then. Follow me if you don’t believe me,” the girl said.

The girl waved me over to the ‘Employees Only’ door. I wasn’t afraid and really wanted to see what she was talking about. I entered through the door into a dark room. It wasn’t very large, and it had a small table with an Arabian lamp on it. “What do you think of this?” the girl asked, closing the door behind us.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” I thought aloud.

“It’s a genie lamp, and if you think it’s bogus, rub it and see what happens,” the girl told me.

I played along with this joke with a sigh and rubbed the lamp. It started to vibrate so I set it down on the table. It shook around on the table for a moment before it started to spew out a deep green mist. I stood back amazed and watched the lamp pour out this smoke. Once it had made a very large cloud above the lamp, I heard something and saw a face in the cloud. My jaw dropped as I heard the voice say, “Hello, mistress. I am the genie of the lamp. I will grant you one wish.”

Walking around, examining the lamp, I tried to see how this was possible. The only conclusion I could come up with was that this was real. “I can have any wish I want?” I asked the genie.

“Yes, mistress. Anything you want I will give to you,” the genie answered.

The only thing that I really wanted was to be popular and treated right by everyone. Yes, I could have asked for money or a car, but they only last for a while. I want something that I can enjoy forever, and that is to be treated like royalty. “Mr. Genie . . . I wish that I was treated like royalty,” I wished.

I felt a rumble shake the room as the genie said, “Your wish shall be granted.”

The quaking soon settled, and I didn’t feel any different. “Did it work?”

“Yes, mistress. You shall now be treated like a queen. Maybe you should look the part to feel the full effect,” the genie advised. I agreed and nodded at the genie. I then saw a full-length mirror appear in front of me. I frowned looking at myself, then in an instant I was wearing a medieval queen's dress. Spinning around examining myself, I didn’t like the dress.

“Hey, genie can you give me a more modern dress?” I asked. I saw the dress turn into a mini-skirt and felt the top tighten. Now looking at the mirror I saw a cute little outfit. I smiled and the genie continued with his magic. I felt my skin clean up, and my face started looking better. Looking down at my hands I saw full fingernails with beautiful red polish on them. I looked up in the mirror and didn’t recognize who I was looking at. My legs were so smooth, my face was perfect, and my dress was looking magnificent. Smiling, I felt a weird sensation run through my chest. In the mirror I saw my nipples harden and my breasts begin to push outward. Gasping, I held onto my used-to-be C-cup breasts. “Uh . . . genie, what are you doing to my boobs?”

“I am making you into a queen,” the genie answered.

‘The queen of big boobs,’ I thought to myself. My breasts continued to surge forward and test the limits of my dress. I really thought my top was going to explode as my boobs reached about a double-D cup. As scared as I was, it was very nice to feel my chest inflate. Now looking down and seeing only breasts I noticed that my boobs had reached basketball size. “Genie, are queens really this busty?”

“Yes, mistress. Some are much larger - would you like to be like them?” the genie asked.

“Oh no, this is quite big enough for me.”

“Now, mistress, I believe it is time that you be treated like royalty,” the genie said. The table the genie's lamp was on stretched out and turned into a large table. A chair appeared to one side and the cashier came into the room with a big cake on a plate. The genie said, “Dana here knows what her queen loves. Please, my queen, enjoy your cake.” I felt extremely hungry and in the mood for a large piece of cake. I sat down and Dana cut a piece and put it on the plate in front of me. Grabbing the fork on the table I vigorously dug into the piece. The cake was great, the best thing I have ever tasted. I couldn’t believe how good this cake was. Before I knew it the piece was gone, but Dana read my mind and gave me another piece. My taste buds were going wild, and in seconds the piece was history. Dana smiled and cut me a very large piece, and it entered my stomach faster than the first two. Slice after slice I swallowed, and after the eighth large piece I began to wonder, ‘How do I have enough room for this cake?’ After all the pieces Dana cut from the cake it didn’t seem to be getting smaller. I felt like I could engulf that entire cake by myself. After I finished the tenth slice I felt my boobs grow. I thought to myself, ‘My goodness, all this cake is going to my tits. I don’t want to have huge boobs, but hell this cake is so delectable.’ I embraced the fact that my breasts were going to be gigantic after I finished this cake.

Two more slices I consumed and felt my tits pulse out and touch the table. Now I was getting two sensations: the taste of this cake and the blimping of my chest. It only made me eat faster. I occasionally looked down and watched my breasts expand. I soon heard my dress start ripping, but it didn’t even slow me down from eating the cake. I tried to let my boobs hang under the table, but I was afraid after they’d grown so big they’d tip the table over.

Five more slices after that I could feel that my boobs were completely exposed. Dana helped me lift my now beach ball-sized boobs onto the table. She eventually placed the plate on my boobs so that I could reach the plate. My breasts then grew so large I couldn’t reach the plate with my hands. Dana took the fork from me, and I was served like a queen as she fed me. Dana rammed large amounts of cake into my mouth, and I kept up with her. I felt my breasts become very tight and knew the cake couldn’t fill them any more. I tried to ask the genie if he could shrink my boobs back to normal size and let me expand them to this size again. But Dana didn’t stop shoving cake down my throat. I couldn’t help but eat it, and I tried to swallow before she filled my mouth again. No matter how fast I tried, she kept filling my mouth up. Then I felt something very weird: the cake now was going into my stomach. I was praying I would be able to control myself and stop swallowing. But I couldn’t, Dana stuffed forkful after forkful into me. I could now feel my stomach expanding. I thought, “Oh no, she isn’t going to stop stuffing me. I’m going to be fat. . . . I’m going to be huge!’ My hands tried to reach her, but my hands couldn’t reach anything with my enormous boobs in the way. Then I thought I should stand up, but the weight of my tits made it impossible. So sitting there swallowing I prayed that I wouldn’t explode. Running my hands over my tummy I felt like I was pregnant.

I looked over to the genie and hoped to everything that he could read minds. My eyes widened as I saw the genie's face turning into the face of a demon. The demon stepped out of the cloud and looked me over. “Yes Jean, you are really starting to take the look of a queen,” the demon said, and Dana laughed as she continued to pack cake into my mouth. My belly was now as big as one of my boobs, and I heard the chair began to splinter under all the weight. “Hey Dana, I think our queen really likes this cake. Let me help you,” the demon said as he picked up the fork from the table. The demon started helping Dana stuff cake into me. My stomach distended more quickly as I was now constantly swallowing cake. My boobs were being pushed up as my stomach grew larger. I fell to the floor as the chair broke beneath me. Still the demon and Dana continued to push cake down my throat. I could not reach my belly button now and could feel myself growing tight. Tears ran down my face; I couldn’t stop swallowing. Soon my arms, legs, and ass started blowing up. The demon stopped and let Dana continue. I saw the demon lean over to face me. He was extremely scary and he said, “Now my young Jean, do you realize what you are wishing for?” I could only listen as my body distended. “Think about this, what if this cake were popularity and you, who wants it so much, couldn’t resist it? You would absorb more and more until you get this,” the demon said patting my tight stomach. “You would become something you wouldn’t want--or in this case, a big human balloon full of cake. Do you get what I mean?” the demon asked. I knew exactly what he meant and realized now that I didn’t need to be popular. I tried all I could to answer him but it was useless against Dana’s force-feeding.

The demon looked up at Dana, “She’s not getting it; stuff her until she explodes.” I tried to yell and kick but everything was in vain. My chubby arms and legs were full, and I couldn’t move them at all. Dana continued forcing the cake on me, and I felt my entire body grow intensely tight. I cried as I knew I was about to explode.

Suddenly Dana stopped and looked in my face and said, “I hope you got what he told you. I’m sorry, Jean.” I then felt a large piece of cake enter my mouth, and I swallowed hard. I heard a cracking sound, and my whole body began to pulse. Then BOOM!

All of a sudden I was standing at the cash register and Dana asked, “If there is anything I can help you with let me know.”I looked down and saw that I was back to normal.

I soon realized I didn’t need any facial cream. “Oh I’m sorry Dana, I don’t need anything after all.” I took the cream and put it back then walked to the door. I looked back to Dana and saw the demon beside her, waving. I waved back before leaving.