Colossal omega-preg. Belly so large it needs a special platform carried by attendants, enters the room several seconds before the rest of the person does. Entire banquet halls to satisfy their bizzare cravings en masse.
And yet, it's never enough. Not for her. She wants more, tries everything for it. She's the queen, and so she can afford to call upon the best witches of the realm, the most prolific, kinky alchemists to be found, the most blessed of clerics and paladins. It's a joint effort of gargantuan proportion, and it has results the intensity of which is near catastrophic.
Comparing one pregnancy and the next would be akin to putting a molehill up against Olympus. Her servants, loving and devout as they are, stretch themselves thin time and time again to please their queen and her cravings, yet they never seem to end. When finally, her growth seems to plateau, everyone can breathe a sigh of relief.
Everyone, but her. She keeps working, incessant, driven almost mad by the lack of sleep, of foo-no, not of food, she has herds of servants constantly stuff her greedy gullet, having no time to break away from her research. Ancient knowledge is unearthed, ancestors'secrets are revealed and she finally cracks the code, finally draws up the runes for the ritual and...disappears. Somewhere deep below in the nethers of the world though, hell has gained its greatest sinner and its newest queen, constantly spawning imps and other such demons to build her army, and one day make it so all on the surface will see her way. The Age of Lilith will commence, whether you're ready or not.
