Scott was stressed and depressed about everything going on in his life. In the span of a month his girlfriend had cheated on him, he’d lost his job, and he had fallen ill with an awful flu. At the end of his tether and out of hope, he went down to his local temple to make a quiet prayer, hoping that something somewhere would hear his wish. I just wanna live like royalty... he whispered, casting his breath into the wind as the thought left his mind.

The next day, instead of waking up to his boring old life, he awoke in a large luxurious room in a giant opulent poster bed draped with purple sheets. Groggily getting to his feet as he rubed his eyes as under the assumption that the entire this entire thing was a dream, he felt two heavy sandbags slap against his chest. Looking down, he was immediately sobered when he saw a huge, hanging pair of soft tits slowly swaying from side to side, topped with thick pink nipples and obscuring the lower half of his body. Blowing the long, dark hair from his face he reached down in awe, gripping his breasts and spreading them to reveal a thin pair of legs with a slightly fuzzy pussy between them. Moving over to a nearby silver mirror, he stared at his body in shock - looking back at him wasn’t a tired 20-something unemployed guy he was the day before, but instead a gorgeous young medieval woman with flawless skin, long brown hair and to top it all off, two of the biggest, softest, most entrancing boobs he had ever seen.

Later she would find out,after being guided by a friendly aide into the main hall, that she was now the king’s favourite concubine Scarlett who was treated like royalty due to the king’s obsession with giant boobies. During the day she would live like a queen, feasting and listening to the castle’s bards or reading poetry, and then at the king’s request every few hours she would be called by one of his assistants into her master's ‘office’ for some private time ‘to help his highness de-stress’.

Getting to her knees and pulling his thick breasts from her blouse (he wasn’t allowed to wear a bra, which made them jiggle uncomfortably as he walked), Scarlett skirted over to the king and pulled his cock from his pants, slapping it against her soft, suppple breasts until it hardened. Then with the precision of a professional whore that was natural to this body she grabbed her breasts and began to slide them up and down the shaft, both of them hypnotized by the way the two titties bounced and shook, nipples brushing against the king’s thighs and making Scarlett blush. This passed for several minutes, both breathlessly enjoying the pleasure of what must have been one of the most mind-blowing tittyfucks in history until the king tensed up and came, his hot, precious semen covering his concubine's tits, neck, face and hair in long, thick strands. Then after cleaning up they both returned to their lives as normal, until the next time the king was thirsty for her tits again.

While the life of a concubine wasn’t what Scarlett had in mind when she made her wish, she had to admit it was much better than her old life at least. Plus her boobies really were incredible, even if he was secretly begging for the king to fuck him just once and bear some little princes...