Ten long, cum-soaked years had transformed Queen Salhoni beyond recognition. The proud, untouched virgin sovereign who once sat on the throne with regal poise was now the palace’s living, breathing breeding shrine — a hyper-lactating, perpetually pregnant cum-fountain whose sole existence was endless milking, breeding, and public degradation. She had birthed eight children, each one conceived while her previous pregnancy was barely over or even during recovery. Her body was a monument to excess: her belly was once again massively swollen, carrying twins this time, the skin stretched drum-tight and marked with silvery stretch lines from years of repeated swelling. Her tits were obscene monstrosities — each larger than a full-grown melon, impossibly heavy, riddled with thick blue veins, and constantly, uncontrollably lactating. Milk production had become pathological; the heavy, creamy fluid leaked in thick, steady rivers from her permanently stretched, thumb-thick pierced nipples, dripping day and night no matter how often or how savagely she was drained.