This is a longform TG transformation fantasy Story. Its the sequel to a story I posted in several places, most notably on Deviant Art. It is highly advised for you to go read that story first before reading this one. I may post the original story in the series once I revise and expand it. Please enjoy and let me know what you think.
Chapter Three - Spreading the Gospel
The sunlight spilled across Eden’s bare shoulders, coaxing her gently from slumber. The sheets—lavender silk, whisper soft —slid down her golden skin as she stirred. She stretched, slowly, deliberately, every inch of her body humming with a velvety warmth. She had never felt so refreshed from a night’s sleep - so alert and energized. Light and color was invigorated and vivid, newly filtered and galvanized with life.
She padded across the smooth floor in bare feet, passed the gold-framed mirror on the wall—and stopped.
The woman reflected back at her took Eden’s breath away.
Her body, lit by the morning sun, was drenched in golden sunlight. Hips fulsome and feminine, waist delicately cinched, skin aglow with a warmth that defied reason. Her breasts were high, lush, their tips pressed the sheer slip clinging to them. Her face held a deeper allure now: lips fuller, cheekbones higher, lashes curled. Her eyes glittered with an inviting mystique. All of her features blended in concert to give Eden a captivating aura that went beyond her youthful splendor.
Eden stared at herself, then smiled. It was the smile of a woman falling for herself.
“Good morning, goddess,” she whispered to the reflection, voice silken delight.
Inner Eden purred.
She lifted one graceful arm and studied the elegant length of it, flexing her wrist, watching the delicate motion of her fingers. Even her nails, painted a soft, opalescent blush color, gleamed. Everything about her was feminine, decadent… divine.
Her hair, thick as night and tousled to perfection, tumbled over her shoulders in sultry waves. She brushed it back with both hands, then tilted her head as the reflection echoed her movements.
This was her. This was Eden.
Eden was breathtaking.
Last night’s pleasures hadn’t just transformed her. They’d refined her. They had been the catalyst to Eden’s ascension.
The magic of the island was feeding her power, make her magic in flesh form.
Max’s voice echoed in her thoughts:
“What takes others rituals, years, lineage—you accomplish with desire.”
And it was true. The magic had chosen a vessel shaped not by bloodlines or incantations, but by want. By lust. By surrender. Aidan hadn’t been molded into Eden; his instinct and desires embraced the magic and accepted its call.
She moved again, stepping closer to the mirror. Her thighs were soft and plush. Her breasts shifted beneath the silk, heavy and perfect. She arched slightly, her silhouette catching in the mirror’s light.
Eden could feel the power flowing beneath the floor, the hidden threads of Veritas Isle’s magic winding up through her bare feet and into her veins. They recognized her. Embraced her. Whispered to her…
Evolve.
Grow.
Spread.
Was this body what the magic had always intended? A divine temptation? Was this her truest self or was it the spell’s fantasy? Did it matter?
This form wasn’t static. It was evolving.
She could feel it. The way her essence danced just beneath her skin, aching to be shared. Her magic wasn’t finished shaping her, it was only just beginning. She was an unfinished masterpiece.
And the island wanted to complete her.
Eden drew in a slow breath, her bare chest rising, the scent of morning sea air blending with her own rich essence. Her arousal stirred gently.
A thought curled in her mind, commanding her again.
Spread your essence.
Seduce.
Enchant.
Multiply.
Eden’s smile curled slowly. The mirror shimmered, her name flickering in soft cursive gold above her reflection.
Eden.
She traced it with one finger. “I think it’s time,” she whispered, “To spread my word.”
Eden was still perched at her vanity when the girl entered with just the faint whisper of footsteps as she padded in with a tray.
“I hope I didn’t wake you, ma’am,” came a voice as sweet and airy as spun sugar. “Though I doubt Lady Eden is the type to oversleep... even if you did seem to enjoy yourself quite thoroughly last night.”
Eden’s hand paused mid-stroke through her hair. Shade? That was shade. But it was offered like a compliment wrapped with a ribbon. She smirked, lips curling with slow amusement, and turned to watch the girl place a silver tray by the balcony.
She was small and delicately built, no taller than five feet in her sensible black flats, possibly shorter. Her uniform was modest, boxy, and clearly chosen to obscure, not flatter. But Eden saw through it instantly. Her gaze had become keener, more attuned to beauty hiding in plain sight.
Even under the crisp black blouse and loose white trousers, Eden spotted it: the sway of hips that knew rhythm even when trying not to. The faint pull of fabric across a surprisingly full bust. This girl’s body was no accident…it was potential deliberately suppressed.
“What’s your name?” Eden asked, letting her eyes drink the girl in.
“Lola, ma’am. I’m here to take care of you during your stay.”
“Oh, Lola,” Eden purred, her tone slipping into something rich and velvet. “Aren’t you just the most perfect little doll?”
Lola flushed, pink blooming across her bronze cheeks as she turned her gaze downward. But Eden noted how the blush made her skin glow. How those impossibly wide, dark eyes carried innocence edged with curiosity. Her full lips looked like they’d been kissed too long and too well.
“You’re hiding,” Eden murmured. “That silly uniform? Tragic. And those lips? A crime to keep them bare.”
“I’m not like you, Lady Eden,” Lola replied quietly, still fluffing the sheets. “Didn’t grow up rich. Didn’t grow up with magic. But I try my best.”
Eden raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
“I didn’t grow up with magic either, it’s a recent gift.” she said. “Do you always say exactly what you’re thinking?”
“Only when it needs to be said,” Lola replied sweetly, with such gentle directness that Eden felt her breath catch for a moment. “Mr. Max said that’s why he gave me this post. I’m bold... without knowing it. Would you like coffee with breakfast? Even with that figure, you could afford to put on a few pounds. Might even make you sexier.”
Eden laughed a full-bodied, melodic laugh that filled the room. Delicious.
“Oh Lola,” she grinned, licking her lips. “You may already be my favorite thing on this island.”
She crooked her finger, beckoning. “Come here. Sit with me.”
Lola hesitated, visibly flushing again, fingers fidgeting at her waist.
“That’s alright, ma’am. I…I should…”
“Lola,” Eden said, her voice now a silky command. “Sit.”
Lola stepped shyly toward the vanity, her hands smoothing her already-perfect uniform as if afraid to wrinkle it. Eden gave a slow smile and rose, her silk slip whispering over her skin as she circled behind the girl.
“So obedient,” Eden purred. “I knew you would be. Now you just need a little polish.”
She placed her hands lightly on Lola’s shoulders. The contact sent a soft pulse through her fingertips that was warm, thick, and decadent. It slowly rippled underneath Lola’s skin. Magic. Not like before. This wasn’t a blast. This was seduction. It melted out from Eden and borrowed and spread underneath Lola’s skin.
“You’re tense,” Eden whispered, her lips close to Lola’s ear. “We can’t have that. My girls should be relaxed. Soft. Beautiful.”
Lola said nothing, but her breath caught. Eden brushed a dark curl back behind her ear, letting her thumb graze the edge of Lola’s cheek. The girl’s lashes fluttered. And in the mirror,Eden saw it: a faint shimmer, a flicker in Lola’s reflection.
Her lips, fuller. Her eyes, wider. The soft bronze of her skin gleamed like burnished sugar.
Eden smiled.
“Let’s see the rest of you,” she said.
She picked a sheer gloss and leaned close to apply it, watching Lola’s lips part slightly as the wand glided across her mouth. Then cream blush, highlighter, and a brush of smoky shimmer over her eyelids. With each pass, Lola shifted; delicate improvements blooming with every touch. Eden could feel it happening. Her magic was flowing out of her and feeding Lola’s soul to mold it.
“Look at you,” Eden said. “How does it feel, pretty thing?”
“I… I don’t know,” Lola murmured. Her voice had a breathy, silky sweetness to it now.
“Oh but you do,” Eden whispered, her fingers drifting from the girl’s jaw to her neck. “You just don’t know the words for it. It feels like you’re waking up.”
She stood, moving around Lola with a smooth grace. “But this uniform? It’s criminal.”
Lola started to speak, but Eden was already unfastening the top button.
She moved slowly, deliberately, peeling the black-and-white fabric away like she was unwrapping a gift. Lola’s bronzed, creamy skin seemed to glow in the golden morning light. Her bra was plain, but it did nothing to hide her full breasts or the softness of her tiny waist.
Eden stepped back, appraising her with delight. “Oh, darling. Why are you hiding all this?”
Lola flushed.
Eden walked to the wardrobe and returned with a confection of blush and ivory: silk and lace panties, a balconette bra, garters, and stockings.
“Put these on.”
Lola blinked. “Wh-what?”
“You belong to me now, don’t you? Of course you’ll wear what I give you,” Eden’s voice had turned velvet-dark. “Let me see you dressed like you should be.”
Trembling, Lola obeyed.
Eden watched her dress, and with every strap pulled tight, every garter clipped in place, her magic responded. Lola’s breasts plumped. Her hips softened. Her thighs filled the stockings with graceful tension. When she slipped on the satin heels, her posture changed—subtly more poised, more practiced.
She was still Lola. But blooming. The petals were spreading out towards the sunlight.
Eden returned to her, standing just behind her shoulder at the mirror. Her hands touched Lola’s waist, then skimmed lightly up her sides, fingers ghosting just beneath the bra’s band.
“You’re my first,” she whispered. “My first little flower. My pretty thing.”
In the mirror, Lola’s reflection shifted. Her lips curled upward into a soft, sultry smile. Her eyes shimmered with not just makeup, but with a spark of something awakened. Her reflection looked…more Eden-like.
And Eden loved what she saw: Devotion. And a blooming hunger.
“Don’t try to understand it,” Eden whispered, her hands tracing back down to Lola’s hips. “Just feel it. That warmth? That glow? That’s me. Inside you.”
Lola let out a breath. It wasn’t quite a moan, but it wanted to be.
“Do you want to keep pleasing me?” Eden asked, voice low.
Lola nodded, eyes hooded.
“Then stay close. Watch me. Learn from me. Adore me.”
Her reflection smiled wider.
Eden had her first doll.
“That’s a perfect pose, Ms. Eden. Hold right there.” Lola pointed the phone’s camera at Eden as she slid against a column in the courtyard outside in the garden. “Excellent, Miss. Your audience will love these.”
Eden tilted her head to the side, then shifted her pose again to show off her selected outfit - a tweed mini dress in mint tailored to highlight every one of her delicious proportions. It had a very structured design; a square neckline to frame her décolletage with refined elegance while the bottom cinched her waistline and hugged her hips before giving way to a hem that hinted at scandal yet never crossed the line.
Casually draped across her shoulders was the matching cropped blazer, placed there by Lola only moments earlier. It gave the look a taste of effortless sophistication which was only enhanced by her accessory choices - A petite ivory Fendi bag with gold hardware hung from her wrist and a sparkling tennis bracelet caught the light every time she gestured. Around her neck, a delicate crystal-studded chain glinted like a whispered secret.
Her pink manicured nails danced with practiced poise while Eden’s dark hair completed the look, piled high in a tousled updo, strands falling artfully around her face like silk ribbons.
She looked like a woman who could ruin you with a smile and convince you to thank her for the privilege.
Lola shadowed her, now freed from the stiff, boxy uniform and her domestic duties.
“Your new duties are to attend to my phone,” Eden told the pet as she slid the iPhone into her hand. “...And any other whims that strike my fancy. Take good pictures and look pretty for me.”
Eden leaned in, brushing a stray strand of hair from Lola’s face, her fingers trailing down to adjust the strap on her shoulder. A spark of energy transferred between them through the gentle touch. Lola’s breath caught, eyes fluttering closed for just a moment. Her cheeks flushed petal pink, warmth of Eden’s fingers lingering.
“You’ll look even better when you stop trying to hide what’s already yours,” Eden murmured.
Eden’s choice highlighted Lola, assuring the little doll had no way to hide anymore. She was a reflection of Eden now and she intended to display her.
Her dress, a blush-toned confection, hugged her upper body with a ruched bodice, tight enough to showcase the natural fullness of her breasts. They sat nestled within the delicate straps that curved over caramel-gold shoulders while the short bubble-hem skirt flounced with soft innocence that reflected her natural beauty.
On Lola's feet were satin heels with straps tied delicately up her calves that accentuated them. Her long dark hair was now styled in flowing waves down her back, glossy and luxurious, like she'd walked out of Eden’s dollhouse. A dusting of glitter twinkled on her shoulders and collarbone. Her makeup was flawless: glowy skin, heart-pink lips, and wide, wonder-filled eyes rimmed in soft smoky shadow, punctuated by fluttering lashes.
Lola absolutely glowed. Eden’s magic hummed beneath her skin rapidly looking for ways to bloom. It was giving her natural sweetness a new element of sensuousness. It was showing up in all new ways; the curve of her smile, the way she posed when Eden directed her, even the little sparkle in her eyes.
She liked being looked at now and she liked Eden’s eyes on her most. Every step, every glance, was a love letter back to the woman who’d shaped her.
“I just want to make you proud,” she whispered without thinking. Then, startled, she giggled nervously. “I mean…for the content. You know, engagement...”
Eden didn’t miss a beat. She turned, leaned in, and brushed her lips against Lola’s cheek.
“You are,” she whispered. “And that makes you even prettier.”
The girl was still swiping through images when Eden took the phone from her hand and drew Lola close.
“Smile, love,” She said as she pointed the camera at them both. The look of surprise lasted for the first to images, but Eden’s essence calmed her and she matched her superior’s effortless grace; but the tiny doll blended her sweetness and charm with it. She handed the phone back to Lola, the images and videos already posting to social media. Eden’s magic working to craft the narrative and introduce the first acolyte of Eden’s gospel.
Eden was just about to suggest a stroll toward the pool when a warmth stirred low in her belly…an inexplicable, delicious rightness. Her inner-self stirred with her spirit, delighted.
Something good was coming.
She didn’t know how she knew. She just did.
Eden reached for her sunglasses and slipped them on slowly, the world now perfectly tinted to match her mood. She slid an arm through Lola’s and let her nails trail gently down the girl’s bare arm.
“Let’s go take some photos by the water,” she said. “I feel like today is going to be divine.”
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