Queen Eleanor watched the electric lamps pass by as their petrol powered buggy bumped its way down the cobblestone street. The kingdom she grew up in had changed so much since she was a little girl that she hardly recognized it anymore. “Pietro,” she broke the silence by addressing her family's trusted Court Magician, “do you really think this is such a good idea?” She turned to face Pietro, and met with the old man who wore an unassuming brown hooded cloak. The only features visible of him were his stained teeth and the top of his rosy nose.

“Of course Miss Ariadne!” Pietro practically cackled, his voice raspy due to his age. “This is a great way to build up your public image as the new Queen. The people are going to love it!”

“I hope you’re right…” Everything just seemed to be moving so fast as of late. With the advent of mold casting came a sort of industrial era for her kingdom. They rapidly grew from a small rural country to bustling cities with smokestacks that reached to the heaven's. It practically seemed like every week there was some new invention that would come along and drastically change and improve their lives. In fact, Pietro had convinced her to partake in a recent invention to bolster her image with her people. He had selected the company that produced and sold her favorite cream for her tea and scheduled a time where she could come down and be recorded for an advert for television.

“We’re here your highness.”

In her dour trek down memory lane Eleanor had failed to notice that the buggy had come to a stop. The two of them made their way out of the buggy, the chauffeur driving off to find a place to park while the both of them began making their way inside the building. Once inside they were greeted by a representative of the company and escorted further inside.

The representative, a tall and lanky man, made idle chat with the Queen and Pietro as they walked. “You are going to absolutely love the flavor we whipped up for you, your majesty!” He walked at an uncomfortably fast pace, his mouth moving just as fast as he spoke as he led the way not bothering to look back as he talked. “Your advisor, Pietro, filled us in on some of your favorite flavors we already produce so I hope it’s to your liking.” They eventually came to a set of double doors at the end of the hallway which the representative opened and gestured for them to enter.

Inside this room there were many things Eleanor had never seen. Large lamps were pointed at a makeshift throne which was covered in decorative drapes. There were people dashing around machines she had only ever heard about. Cameras and mics were scattered about the room but before she could fully take everything in she was interrupted.

“It is truly an honor to be in the presence of our royal majesty!” A large, portly yet well dressed man addressed the Queen. He bowed before her, gently grabbing her gloves hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. “I am Erick Humphrey, owner of this fine company.”

“It’s nice to meet you, sir.” Eleanor gave a small curtsy before letting him continue.

“As am I to meet you, your highness! When your dear Pietro reached out to us and informed us that the very Queen of our small country adored my creams- well I nearly fainted I was so overjoyed.” He took a handkerchief from his breast pocket and feigned dabbing tears from his eyes. “Anyways,” he cleared his throat, “I see our Queen is gorgeous as ever so we can skip over the makeup and pre-production spiel. Why don’t you go make yourself comfortable on our replica of your throne, my director will want to speak with you and she’ll give you a sample of this cream we whipped up for you. Meanwhile I wanted to chat with Pietro a bit before we begin the shoot.”

“Of course!” She nodded to Pietro before heading over to the set piece the ad would be shot on.

Pietro and Erick watched Eleanor walk over to the set where the bubbly yet curt director started giving her instructions. Now that the Queen was out of earshot the two turned their backs towards her and huddled closely. “I did my part you wiley bastard did you do your part?”

“I have.” Pietro opened up a small pouch and pulled out a fine tea cup with a rose floral print on it. “When she drinks out of this she’ll fall into a daze and make a fool of herself on the live broadcast.” He handed the cup to Erick and put away his pouch. “She’ll essentially be out of commission.”

“She better be.” Erick snarled as he snatched the cup out of Pietro’s hand. “I’ve already done the hard work of knocking her parents out of the picture so this better work!”

“Trust me, she’ll be no better than the worst junkie prostitutes this country has and the both of us can seize control of this backasswards country and set it straight.” The two men nodded in agreement and turned their attention back towards the director and the Queen.

“Okay, so you know what to do and you know your lines. Did you have any questions before we get rolling? We only have one shot at this.”

“I’m good. I have to give practiced speeches all the time so this won’t be that different.”

“Good, now has anyone found that dan cup?!” The director turned around and shouted at her filming crew.

Erick raised his hand and gingerly stepped forward. “I have it Patricia. Was showing it to our friend Pietro real quick.”

The director swiped the cup from her boss's hand and shouted once again at her crew. “Someone needs to fill this cup up with cream pronto! We roll in one minute!” One of the film crew members took the cup from Patricia and began filling it up with the uniquely flavored creamer while the rest of the crew scrambled to get to their positions. “We’re live in 3, 2, -” Patricia mouthed the word ‘one’ and signaled for the cameras to roll.

Eleanor started reciting her lines, starting with a story of her as a young girl and ending on how the taste of Humphrey’s creamers brought her back to the simpler times. She picked up the tea cup and brought it to her lips, the taste of earl gray tea mixed with a creamy hazelnut truffle wafted into her nose as she took a hearty sip and set the cup back down. As the tea hit her stomach she felt the world around her become dull, unable to focus on anything but the strange sensations coursing through her body. As she sat in her fake throne, hands resting on her lap as the cameras fixated on her trance like state. Her chest felt tight all of a sudden, painfully tight.

Humphrey walked up behind Patricia and leaned into her ear. “Are we getting all of this?”

“We are sir.”

“Good.”

The pain in Eleanor’s chest subsided, replaced with a tingling sensation which begged to be itched. Despite that her chest felt tight in a different way as her bosom began to swell with fresh cream. Her growing flesh pressed against the cups of her elegant red dress. At first her boobs spilled upwards from the top hem of her dress before the soft, fragile fabric began to tear. With a sudden rip the top of her dress fully gave way and exposed her milky funbags to the entirety of her kingdom but she didn’t care. She couldn’t. Her eyes were glazed over, her only thought was to grab her tits and wring her fingers through her supple flesh to alleviate the ticklish sensation coursing through them but she couldn’t move. Instead her rock hard nipples twitched as the cream in her mammaries had nowhere else to go but out. Warm bounties of cream shot forth with violent ferocity on live television forever ruining the sole royals image to her countrymen.

Once the Queen came to she couldn’t help herself but viciously grope her swollen cream dispensers. She was like an animal in heat as she pawed and tried in vain to wring her tits dry. With her image ruined, her already unfaithful countrymen abandoned her rule which created a power vacuum which Pietro and Erick were prepared to jump on. They took control of the country and brought it to an era of never before seen industrial growth. Years after the incident you’ll occasionally hear from the men who make up the lower echelon of the country about a prostitute who’ll practically beg you to empty her tits into your mouth, one who’s milk tasted of a sweet hazelnut truffle.