This is the Alexandroupoli Library. It's been serving East Macedonian and Thracian senators for a very long time, now. Legend has it that Minos came here to look up his noblewomen's togas.
Olympias Queen is quite excited about her pending quest to Syria and Mauritania. So, in response, she comes here to check up on S&M...best she can, since she can't exactly teleport to Damascus and do a reconnaissance mission. First of all, it's too far. Second of all, she's a celebrity; she'd stick out like a sore thumb. Third of all, a lot of Syrians and Mauritanians hate the Greeks; they'd have a devil of a time assassinating her, and winning a potential war between the countries before it even began.
And with Alexander gone, it'd be easy to decapitate West Greece. There'd be a civil war, no doubt, over who should be the next Senate of West Greece; one that could potentially destroy West Greece, and make it a Syrian province for the long haul...or worse, a Uyghur one...
Ah, the books of the library... Olympias spent SO much time here, as a girl. She didn't memorize every book...but she came close. Alas, if only there wasn't so much other information out there that these books are just too slow, and not to mention too dusty, to keep up with...
Still less than a thousandth his old size, Alexander clings to a golden garter around his stepmother's thigh. He can see through her toga, as if it were a translucent curtain.
Out there, there are senator's wives...as well as she-senators. They're in togas. They all look fine. Alexander still can't believe he's noticing. He wasn't supposed to go through puberty for another... Actually, he was kind of hoping he'd NEVER go through it.
There aren't very many books about Syria on the shelves. It takes Olympias a while to find them. (In reality, she's got this library memorized. It's just that...she can't help but go back, and tempt herself with some memories of her library-frequenting past. Also, it's been a while. The books aren't stacked the same as they were when she was a girl...with a few stubborn exceptions...) Based on the dust, too, it seems that few people ever shop here as much as Olympias is about to. Even so, she takes the thickest book there is on the shelf.
She finds a table, and drops the book on the table. It makes thunder, as it lands.
From the desk, the librarian gives Olympias an evil stare. Olympias freezes, and waves apologetically. The librarian only scoffs, and returns to his work. He would expect the high senator of West Greece, of all people, to have perfect discipline in a library...where SO many academy students still don't...
Alexander's just glad he wasn't on the table when she dropped it. At his size, he would've been squashed like a bug.
The book's got a lock on it. The key hangs from the binder. With the key, Olympias digs into the lock, and turns it. Pages later, she's figuratively drowning in a nourishing flood of information/vague memories of Syrian trivia.
She feels like a plant in the Kalahari Desert, right before the Okavango Delta floods, and turns everything green that was once, very recently, red and brown and dry... Alas, if only most Greek sailors were brave enough to sail that far around Africa...
Alexander just HATES how fast his stepmother flips through those pages. But then, he'd by lying if he said he couldn't relate...
From where he is, he scales her thighs. He climbs the front of her toga, from the inside. He beholds her navel...but barely resists the temptation to spelunk into it.
He tunnels up, into her boobs...and comes out between them. At last, he can see what his stepmother's reading. He learns it just as quickly as she does...
There are pages concerning the Uyghur conquests in Bactria and Sogdia...and how it affected trade with Syria as a consequence. There's even an artist's rendition of a Bactrian (i.e. two-humped) camel all across one page...
She turns the page. There's a mosaic impression, on the next page, of a very beautiful Bactrian/Sogdian woman...who bears the likeness of Rosario Dawson. At this, Alexander stares, in awe and inspiration. She is VERY gorgeous...
Between his stepmother's breasts, his cock hardens. Inadvertently, he helps it along.
High above, his stepmother raises her brows. And, she grins. She fluffs up her breasts, drowning her stepson in them. She stands, and attends to herself in the ladies' cesspit.
From the crevasse of her boobs, she fetches her stepson with a pair of tweezers from her purse. She drops him into her hand, and rolls him around in her palm. This sickens him a bit...but not as much as it could. Never has he found his stepmother more overwhelming...or scary.
At his size, she owns black mambas that have been like the leviathans of his nightmares to him. Even so, those memories are really bad jokes, in contrast to how terrified of his giantess stepmother Alexander feels now.
But then, it's just a good thing his stepmother bears the likeness of Angelina Jolie... Big lips and all... (And a laurel wreath never looked better on anyone, BTW...)
"Hello, stepson," she says, flapping her hair. Her voice thunders across her hand, as Alexander lies trapped in it. "Have the pressures of being a future high senator of West Greece finally gotten through to your low self-esteem?" She chuckles. "I shouldn't be so critical, though. I'd just be the pot calling the kettle black."
Alexander scoffs. "Something tells me you didn't get shrunk, too."
She looks down upon him, and raises her brows...
He studies her. "Wait... You did?!"
She only stares down, and smiles down upon her tiny stepson. Alexander isn't sure if he likes the expression on her face... Although, he'd be lying if he said that part of him wasn't enjoying this...