“YES! YES! YES! I’ll proudly serve you, my queen, if I’ll always feel this wonderful while doing so. I, Raven, will become your vessel!” the goth proudly declared. Lina had ensured that pleasure would be the only thing Raven would feel through her actions. She'd be a benevolent queen that always ensured that her subjects felt good (or at least sexually satisfied).
“Perfect. Then let's complete it.” Lina tapped her medallion and a rubber cord began to ascend from where her belly button would’ve been and attached itself to the top of the womb, accompanied by another moan of Raven.
“Now go, my vessel. We don't need to bother ourselves with such menial minimum wage jobs.”
“Yes, my queen.” On order of her queen, Raven began to walk forward… at the speed you’d expect from a massively pregnant woman, that meant very slow. At least Lina had the forethought to make it so people wouldn't scream or notice anything out of place with her new throne.
“No, no, this won't do. Halt, my vessel!” Lina ordered after it took them two whole minutes just to reach the bench outside the store. “We are way too slow. At this speed we won't even get out of the mall before it closes.”
“I’m truly sorry for not being a better vessel, my queen.”
“No, this one's on me. I was rash with my wishes and didn't really consider the logistics of making you my throne. I’ll have to fix this somehow.” Lina put a hand on her chin in contemplation. “I’ll have to improve you in a way that is befitting of a queen.”
“Do with my body as you wish, especially if it makes me feel even more pleasure.”