The wicked Queen Beth smirked as the newly minted sow was led away. She returned to her meal with a vengeance and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirrored Onyx surface of a nearby pillar.
She was huge. A massively fat woman with almond-shaped eyes and tall, pointed ears. Despite the rounded shape of her great body, her facial features were sharp and distinct. Her make-up was dark and smokey, and her queenly gown was of black and gray silk and black lace. Her hair was jet black, and so long that it almost brushed the ground. It was worn on a massive "Queen Amidala" style and her crown of silver and black opals was interwoven with her hair.
She smiled at herself, then bellowed "Servant! Prepare your Queens bath!"
That night, as she smoked "liquid pain" from a large hookah, she soaked in her vast tub and thought about how wonderful her life had been. All she'd had to do was surrender her morals and ideals.
But why had she done so? Sometimes she wondered about that. The girl she'd been so many ages ago never would have done the things she now regularly took pleasure from. And her body...
(Her massive, beautiful, well fed body!)
This wasn't the sort of life she'd imagined for herself as the Queen of the Elves. She'd thought she'd be living in the forests and dancing under the light of the full moon...
"Servant! Fetch my royal concubines!"
After a good fucking (the thought of her five muscular concubines touching her...fondling her...mounting her again and again as they massaged her massive, soft body.) she lay in bed and thought hard about her life. Had she become too evil. She didn't think so, yet it was plain that her life was different from what she'd expected.
"That's because you were boring."
Beth sat up as quickly as she could (which wasn't very quick) and she saw a dark-skinned elf dressed in plain, black garments.
"Who are you?" she thundered darkly, rolling to her feet and surging out of bed.
"I am the Black Prince. I am the dark half of the Elven nature. And you are my greatest creation."
"What are you blathering about, you fool?"
He smiled and took her titanic right breasts in his hands. He rolled and sucked her nipple, and she groaned in pleasure.
"What I'm blathering about it the fact that after being pulled into my world, you were painfully easy to corrupt."
"Corrupt? I'm not corrupt! I'm the same wicked tyrant that I've always been!"
The Black Prince smiled at that, then patted her blubbery cheek. "I just wanted to tell you what a good job I think you've done as Queen, Beth. Just keep up the good work."
The dark elf vanished and Beth frowned. What did he mean "Corrupted"? She'd always been corrupt!
Hadn't she? She'd been thinking about how much she'd changed. That made her think again about the sort of girl she'd been back in the human world. She'd been a mousy little creature. A scared, shy girl who'd come to this world looking for happiness.
And that's what she found. The happiness that comes from getting what you want!
She smiled and stroked her body. Life was perfect...prefect...
But,,,perhaps she HAD become too wicked. Years ago she'd used her powers to create a portal back to her world. When she did, she found that time in this world was different from time in her old world. Here she'd aged more than 200 years (making her a mature elf, but not nearly old by elven standards) but only a few hours had passed back in her old world.
Perhaps she should visit her old world. Perhaps she should try to be nicer.
"Servant!" she roared.
"Yes, Queen Beth?"
"I've decided I was a bit to harsh in my punishment of that fool who'd attacked me."
"Do you want him returned to normal?"
Beth was indignant!
"NEVER! He shall remain a great, fat sow FOREVER!!!"
"But...tell the pig farmer not to eat her. Just use the poor creature for breeding and leave it at that."
The servant left and Beth smiled. She'd done her good deed for the day.