She might have been empress of the world, but Sophia was still addicted to social media. Hell, that was how she got some of her best ideas for reality changes!
Once her male slave was done, she sent him away and pulled up social media. As she scrolled, she fumed. Person after person was showing off the eggs they'd just laid with their partner. Sure, she had at least thirty eggs being carried by her male slaves right now, but that wasn't enough! She wanted to be the only one! Wasn't that how bees worked? Only the queen could have offspring?
After so much time and experimentation, Sophia had become an expert on how to get the sentence that she wanted. It only took a few tries with the app before she found a perfect one. She changed one measly word to make her a proper human queen bee, then submitted it.
Suddenly, she wasn't sitting on her throne anymore. She was in a room filled with things made of velvet and silk. She was laying on her back, her belly so massive, so full of eggs she couldn't move. A few female slaves stood nearby with food and water. Another two were gently massaging her enormous breasts, milking her like a cow, her milk filling golden buckets. Her male slaves stood at the ready. For what, she wasn't sure.
Oh, and she was twelve feet tall. But everyone else remained their original sizes.
Sophia groaned as an egg slowly made its way out of her vagina. One of her male slaves jumped forward, picked it up, and hurried away. Another one came out, just as agonizingly slow at the first. Sophia looked around. Her phone was just out of reach. She opened her mouth to tell a slave to get it, but all that came out was a grunt of pain as a third egg began its journey out of her. She was stuck until she finished laying.
Laying the over one hundred eggs she was carrying took over twenty-four hours. Each one was quickly brought away, presumably somewhere it would be cared for until it hatched. When she finally finished, her belly was flat again. The female slaves offered her food and water, which she eagerly took.
There was only one male slave left in the room. The others were taking the eggs elsewhere. The lone male slave hurried forward, his breasts bouncing, and then plunged his cock into Sophia's pussy. She cried out, more in pain than pleasure, still sore from laying eggs. Then she groaned as she felt his semen filling her, fertilizing more eggs. She closed her eyes, silently praying that she wouldn't get so big she couldn't move right away. She needed to get to that phone!