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Inching forward I saw, on the raised platform at this end of the room, the Mother. For a moment I could not believe that it was real or alive. It was undoubtedly of the priest-king kind, and it now was unwinged, but the most incredible feature was the fantastic extent of the abdomen. Its head was little larger than that of an ordinary priest-king, or its thorax, but its trunk was conjoined to an abdomen which if swollen with eggs might have been scarcely smaller than a city bus. But now this monstrous abdomen, depleted and wrinkled, no longer possessing whatever tensility it might once have had, lay collapsed behind the creature like a flattened sack of brownly tarnished golden ancient leather. Even with the abdomen empty her legs could not support its weight and she lay on the dais with her jointed legs folded beside her. Her coloring was not that of the normal priest-king but darker, more brownish, and here and there black stains discolored her thorax and abdomen. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )