Part 2 of The Sizemancer Queen.
Milada knew her sister would return to try and retake the throne, and she had to prepare for it.
Milada's could still remember when she was first introduced to the then-Princess Louisa after their parents married. Her new step-sister was dull as a ditch-water - but Milada still loved her. She was funny and smart, seemingly knowing every story about the Kingdom there was. The two were inseparable all throughout their youth. But that all changed when the King and Queen died. When Louisa became the new Queen she no longer had time for Milada. Soon Milada found the love she had towards her step-sister turning into jealousy, then hate.
Milada couldn't help but start sowing sees of distrust amongst the court. It was easy - she'd always known she held more favor than her sister with a lot of the people around the castle purely because of her looks, but even she was surprised how quickly people pledged to help her in whatever she wanted. Without even thinking she had put together a rebellion right under her sister's nose. It turned out the people really hated her sister's dullness. For a moment Milada felt anger towards those who would turn against such a wonderful person just because she wasn't beautiful - but that anger soon shifted towards her sister. The people clearly wanted Milada in charge, and she wanted to be in charge. She was clearly a great leader from how easily she recruited people to her secret movement. Milada realised she was the one meant to rule the Kingdom - and Queen Louisa was standing in the way.
It had been several days after this realisation that Milada gave the go-ahead for the coup. It was over in a flash and Milada was crowned the new Queen before the day was even through. But her sister had escaped in the panic - a hidden tunnel beneath the throne. Louisa must have known this was coming Milada realised, and if she'd planned for that, then what else had she planned for? Did she plan to come back? To retake the throne? Milada knew her step-sister well enough not to underestimate her. Lousia knew every nook and cranny of this Kingdom, she'd no doubt know where to go for help. A secret army hidden somewhere? A dark magician loyal to her service? Milada could rule none of this out - she had to make sure the castle was protected.
As Milada pondered on what she could do, she decided to retire to her new chambers. With her sister gone, the Queen's bedroom was now hers. The room boasted the best fire and views in the castle - and a spacious writing desk Milada noted when she walked in. Sat in the middle of the desk was a thick tome. Milada first suspected it to be a magical volume by the size of it, but upon opening it realised it was something far more valuable - her sister's diary. The book reached back years, documenting even the first meeting of the step sisters.
Milada poured obsessively through the book all night, it became clear that in recent times Louisa had become increasingly jealous of her. In the diary were numerous fantasies written out, where Lousia described how she'd love to outshine her sister - to somehow become bigger and bustier than her. Soon the documented fantasies took a dark turn where the Queen described how she'd like to not just be bigger than her sister - but big enough to crush her beneath a boot, or hand... or finger. Amongst the numerous fantasies, which all involved Lousia becoming bigger, there were notes on old tales about a sizemancer. Milada remembered hearing the stories about him when they were little - surely he couldn't be alive any more? From the notes in the diary it was obvious her sister had the same concern, plus a hundred others, but it was clear from the subsequent writings that the Queen still had some fixation with going to see the him.
It was clear to Milada that Louisa planned to visit the sizemancer, and make her into a giant. A shiver ran up her spine at the thought of being stared down on by a giant version of her step-sister. She had to stop this - but what could she do? The location of her sister and the sizemancer was unknown. Of course there was the chance that the old wizard had passed on and taken his magic with him, but Milada couldn't risk it. She would have to go on the defensive.
Milada called before her the court's magician and interrogated him, asking how they could best defend against a giant. His answers, though creative, were lacking. He suggested calling in local pyromancers and aeromancers to use ranged attacks if any giant beasts appeared. But even he had to admit that if the beast was big enough the attacks would have little to no effect on it.
"If I might ask - your majesty," the magician asked, "what giant beast do you foresee coming this way?"
"My sister." Milada told him matter-of-factly.
"My lady, how is that even possible?" he blustered with surprise.
Milada sighed, obviously this magician didn't know the old folklores.
"What do you know of the sizemancer?"
"The what?"
"There were tales of him when I was little. A man with the power to change the size of anything - or any one."
"My lady, there is no such power." said the magician with misplaced confidence.
"Are you certain about that? And I want you to really think about it - because if it turns out to exist then we could all be squashed beneath my sister's boot very soon."
The magician thought long and hard. Milada noticed the color eventually drain from his face.
"Ah..." he said after some thought.
"What is it?" prompt Milada.
"Well, I seem to recall there being a book, kept in the archives." the magician began, worry creeping into his voice, "It was said to contain a spell which allowed for the changing of size."
"Really? Then why did you scoff at my concerns?" the usurper Queen demanded.
"W-Well..." the magician stammered.
"Out with it."
"It was considered quackery by my predecessor... and got rid of."
"What?" roared Milada.
"Its common practice to purge the castle archive of any books deemed to not be truly magically, we..." he tried to explain, but Milada cut him off.
"So you destroyed it."
"No - its not destroyed."
"Then where is it?"
"We send the irrelevant literature to the archive beneath The Stormhold."
"Then we must go retrieve it immediately - then we can use the same magic against her if needed." Milada told him while starting for the door, "It's a full day's ride so we should set off soon."
"My lady..." interjected the magician, "I can retrieve the tome myself and bring it back here. Then we'll be ready to shrink your sister back down to size if needed."
Milada looked at the court magician and wondered how someone so unversed in magic had gotten the position.
"Please tell me that's not your plan." she demanded, stopping in her exit from the room.
"My lady?" the magician asked with genuine confusion.
Milada sighed, "She's of royal descent - she has a strong magical baseline and knows basic protection spells. We saw that during her escape when you threw that impressive, yet ultimately useless fireball down the tunnel after her."
"Ah, right..." the magician eventually said realising she'd no doubt have an unbreakable status-protection spell cast on herself, "So... what is the plan?"
"Well lets get to the book and find out."
Milada, the magician and a moderately sized contingent of the castle guard soon took flight across the Kingdom's plains towards the coast. It was evening when they arrived at the dilapidated fortification. Its ruined looks were part of its defences, no one outside the castle would have known that beneath it lay the archive. The usurper Queen waited outside with her guards. Unlike her sister, Milada had only a little magical power in her bloodline - she wasn't strong enough to withstand the magical defences that protected structures beneath. The wait outside felt like an age until the magician finally ran out from its depths holding a tome - and with noticeably fewer soldiers with him than went in.
"Where are the rest of my men?" asked the usurper Queen.
"I'm sorry my lady." replied the magician out of breath, "The magical traps down there - there's a lot more of them than I thought."
"I have to ask - how did you become the court magician?!" demand Milada - she'd put up with his bumbling enough today and had no patience for it left.
"My lady?" asked the magician, playing dumb.
"Your magical knowledge is very lacking - so how is it your predecessor decided that you would be a worthy court magician?"
"I'll admit, I am still learning my magic." he confessed.
Milada sighed, "Well, that explains a lot. So why were you, a learner, put in charge of the Kingdom's magical resources?"
"Well, though I am still learning - I have great magical potential." he confessed.
"Oh, is that so?" asked Milada with an eyebrow raised.
"Yes. My predecessor said it was the most he had ever seen. He figured I could one day complete my learnings, but others could never rise to my magical baseline. That is why I was chosen."
"Interesting..." purred Milada, this was giving her an idea.
"Anyway, we have the book." the magician told her, showing off the tome in his hands, "I'll read as much as I can before we make it back to the castle and..."
"There is no time." declared Milada, grabbing the book off him and reading through it.
"My lady... what are we going to do?" asked the magician ringing his hands with worry now.
The usurper Queen ignored him, flicking quickly through the pages. She read back and forth through the book for some time before snapping it shut.
"Is this it?" she asked the magician, holding the book up.
The magician nodded and Milada nodded in response, that's what she wanted to hear.
She murmured the incantation, made the right gestures to focus the spell on herself and gasped as she felt herself surge out in all directions. She felt her dress rip off, revealing her undergarments for all to see. She didn't care - she knew she had nothing to be embarrassed of, her enchanting of the court was evidence of that. She did care though about being totally naked so close to the cold winds of the sea so made so additional gestures to ensure her remaining clothes grew with her.
Far too soon the growth stopped. She was barely the height of the old tower - it wasn't enough. She knew her sister would no doubt go bigger from her crazed writing in the diary. The worry of being crushed was still strong in her mind - she knew the only way to push it out was to become too big to crush... to become the one doing the crushing. Below she heard a smattering of claps from the remaining soldiers and guards below.
"Well done my lady!" shouted up the now tiny magician, "Your growth has been most impressive - but it appears your magical reserve is spent. If you can drop the book down to me, I should be able to make several of your soldiers much bigger in preparation for your sisters' approach - she won't stand a chance."
Panic ensued in her mind. She couldn't allow any other giants to be made today - they could end up big enough to crush her, even at her enlarged size. Or the magician could make himself a giant army and take the Kingdom for himself. Or the book could somehow fall into her sister's hands - that would sting if it turned out there was no sizemancer. Milada couldn't risk it, she still held the tome in her hand - with one giant swing she threw it far into the ocean.
"Ah." was all she heard the magician say by her feet.
"Have you got a problem with that?" boomed the giant usurper Queen looking down on the tiny magician.
"Well, its just that now we have no defence against your sister."
"You have me. I'm already giant and remember the spell."
"Well... that might not be enough." the magician reluctantly admitted, "I mean, your magical reserve is spent so you can't cast it again."
Milada sighed, this little magician really had a lot to learn. She bent over and picked up the tiny magician in her hand. Immediately she could feel the immense amount of magical potential in him - he really was powerful. With her free hand she performed the right actions to channel his potential into her.
It didn't take long for the magician to realise what was happening. Milada found the magician tricky to keep her grip on as he struggled - that was easy to fix though.
Milada repeated the spell again and once more used her free hand to direct the magic into herself. She felt the intoxicating feeling of growth flow through her body again. As she grew the magician's struggling felt weaker and weaker.
As he started to disappear into her hand he shouted out to the soldiers below, "She's gone mad, stop her!!"
Milada chuckled. Her soldiers loved her, they wouldn't turn on her - or so she thought. But she soon realised the sight of her growth had instilled a sense of fear into her men. She felt the tiny tickles of arrows striking her legs.
"Really?" she asked them as she continued to grow, "Look - save your arrows, its not like you can stop me."
That appeared to be the wrong thing to say, the rate of fire from the soldiers increased. It made no difference to Milada, as she grew she felt their strikes less and less. All it did was anger her.
"I command you to stop!" she boomed in her anger. She had never needed to angrily command anything before, her natural beauty was normally enough to make people do what she wanted. In response the soldiers stopped attacking, before turning to flee.
"You little ants!" Milada cried angrily before stomping after them.
The contingent of soldiers retreated towards the coast, no doubt planning to use the caves along the sea front to escape her. But Milada's stride was too long for them to escape now. She reached the beached soon after them, and with a few steps was caught up. She was going to offer them the chance to surrender and rejoin her, but hearing their terrified screams drove her anger into overdrive.
"How dare you bugs be afraid of your beautiful Queen?!" she roared at them, "You should be worshipping my body and its new size. It was beautiful enough to enrapture you all before - now it should fill your every thought!!"
The pleasure she felt as she brought her foot down, crushing all the deserters in one blow was immense. Milada could understand her step sister's obsession with being big now - she could feel herself sweating with the intoxicating pleasure she was feeling.
After the sensation of her strike finally passed, she realised she could still feel power being drained from the tiny magician in her hand.
"Wow, you really are full of power aren't you?" she said, studying him between her fingers.
"Please, let me go..." he begged feebly.
"Sorry, but I'm going to need all your magic." she told him, before pulling his clothes off.
"What are you doing?" he asked, trying to fight off her giant fingers as they tore the cloth away from his body.
"Skin-to-skin is the quickest way to drain magic from someone - you'd know that if you'd finished you learning."
"Let me go..." he begged again, now feeling weaker as the magic poured from him at a greater rate, "Please, my lady!"
"Ok, I'll let you go." Milada smirked, "But lets get one thing straight - I am not your lady, I am your Queen!"
With that scolding she dropped him into a soft landing between her breasts. She cooed with the pleasure at the power that flowed from the tiny man as he tried to escape from her cleavage. She took great satisfaction in seeing the little magician unable to pull himself out, struggling against the immense pressure of her breasts pinning him on both sides and the slick surface her sweat-drenched flesh offered him.
As the tiny man in her cleavage fought fruitlessly against her bosom, Milada look back towards the castle. No doubt her sister was approaching, and Milada was ready for her.
Meta: Thanks to ripstang for the tiny man cut-out I used in Milada's cleavage - I've not done a collage with a tiny man trapped in cleavage before which is a surprise as it is one of my favourite scenarios in giantess imagery - I only realised I hadn't done it before when someone suggested it.
When I started writing this story I knew it'd be related to the sizemancer story - but I wasn't sure whether to make the giantess the same character or not. Milada Moore and Louisa Khovanski do have some similarities, but I don't know if it would have been enough to pass them off as the same person. In the end I decided to make it about the sizemancer's sister and have her going down a similar route - but with enough differences to make their eventual encounter more interesting. I definitely want to keep up with this story, I have plenty of cut outs of both Milada and Louisa - I just need to make the collages. I added a slight retcon in this chapter of making them step-sisters as that leads to some interesting territory this story could explore later on.
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