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 Five - Taking Control
The sun spilled across the marble terrace, the sounds of a sea crashing against the cliffs as Eden, Lola and Lacey lounged above. Still, Eden wasn’t looking at the golden horizon. She was stretched across a pillowed lounge seat, one leg draped languidly over the side, her silk robe slipping low on her hips. A wineglass sweated beside her, untouched.
Lola sat cross-legged on a cushion nearby, wearing a black bikini with a scandalous top that pressed her breasts together and offered them to the world while the bottoms rode high on her hips and accented her newly developed shape. She stared at the white iPhone in her hand, lips parted in quiet disbelief. “Miss Eden…” she breathed, thumb still scrolling. “I… I didn’t even have a profile. Not really. I just…”
“You do now,” Eden said smoothly, not bothering to open her eyes. “You’ve been claimed, little doll. I need the world to see you.”
Lola’s voice quivered with awe. “I have thousands of followers. My name’s trending on three different hashtags. There are pictures of me I don’t remember taking. Look,this one, with you and Lacey by the window…” She turned the screen toward Eden. “It’s… perfect.”
Eden cracked one eye open and smiled faintly. “Of course it is. You’ll soon find more wonderful details as your narrative grows.”
She rose sinuously, moving with the unhurried grace. Eden’s robe slid further down her arms and revealed bare shoulders and the soft swell of her breasts. She walked toward Lacey, who lounged nearby on a cushioned couch, half-asleep and flushed from too much pampering.
Lacey blinked up at her, eyes dreamy. Her platinum curls tumbled over one shoulder, the sash of her robe coming loose as she stretched her voluptuous form.
“Mmm… you’re staring, Miss,” Lacey whispered with a smile.
“I just love seeing how pretty my pets are,” Eden murmured, kneeling beside her. “I can’t help but indulge.”
With a single finger, Eden slid the robe from Lacey’s shoulder just far enough to expose a full, glowing breast. It was flushed and heavy. She cupped it lazily, thumb grazing the nipple in soft, teasing circles.
Lacey gasped, hips shifting slightly beneath the robe’s folds. “I’m… I’m bigger, aren’t I?”
Eden hummed, leaning forward to kiss the soft swell. They had to be two cup sizes larger than when she first arrived a day ago. Her skin was so supple and soft now, buttercream smooth and sinfully tempting to touch. “Indeed. And your waist is tighter.” Her tongue flicked against Lacey’s nipple, and the girl whimpered.
“My power is in you now. Sinking deeper every time you give in to me.”
Lacey’s eyes fluttered closed. “It… it feels so good.”
Eden kissed Lacey’s lips, mouth lingering, then dragged the other side of the robe down and off. Lacey lay bare beneath the morning light, her body an offering sculpted in sensual excess; lips plumper, ripe and perfect endowments, the shy sweetness in her face now adorned with a more enchanting glow. Eden’s magic had re-imagined Lacey as a modern version of a classic pin-up girl, a blend of vintage Hollywood and current trends.
Behind them, Lola whimpered softly, still kneeling with the phone clutched in her hands. Her thighs pressed together instinctively.
Eden looked back at her. “You’re trembling.”
“I… I want to touch,” Lola whispered, voice barely there.
Eden crooked a finger. “Then come. Let’s give Lacey some attention together.”
Lola crawled across the cushions, eager and aroused. Eden kissed her when she arrived, sweet and deep, tasting her innocence and fire. Then she pulled her close, positioning her beside Lacey, letting her small hands trail along the blonde’s belly, up to her breasts. Lacey moaned and arched into her touch.
“Look at her,” Eden whispered. “So soft. So willing.”
Her hands roamed freely now, tugging Lacey’s nipple with gentle wickedness while Lola stroked the blond’s thighs. Eden’s whispers guided Lola as she moved over behind her.
“You can be gentle and cruel in the best ways with touch,” she purred into Lola’s ear, guiding the smaller girl’s hands along Lacey’s flesh. Lacey squirmed as she was teased by both of them, Eden feeling the heat radiating between all of them. Eden fed off their lust-her magic deepening, growing more potent beneath her skin with flashes of golden light. “Worship her lavishness like you worship me. Give her pleasure…”
Lola’s lips parted as she nodded, her eyes locking with Lacey’s. The blond vixen parted her thighs in invitation, and Lola leaned down to lay kisses around her wetness. Lacey groaned as the sweet girl serviced her. Eden’s hands roamed about her golden skin, absorbing their bliss as she fondled Lacey’s heavy breasts.
Each gasp, each shiver, each erotic sigh made Eden stronger.
When it was over, Lola climbed into Eden’s lap while Lacey slid to her knees. Their mouths were on her skin, kissing her shoulders, her breasts, her belly. Eden leaned back, head tilted to the sky, letting her robe fall open, utterly exposed, utterly in control.
Her creations had fed her beauty and her power, and now they were thanking her in worship.
“See me now, Max,” her inner-self purred. “See, what I’m becoming? I can’t wait for you to see.”
The light was warm and low, the sun beginning its retreat toward the horizon. Lacey and Lola were tangled together, silently slumbering amid silk sheets and satisfaction.
Eden padded softly toward the large mirror on the wall, her robe flowing open around her. Faint light flickered in her wake as she stepped from the bed, her skin glowing faintly with the cling of residual power.
She stood before the mirror proudly, pausing to take in the evolved splendor of her beauty. Her fingers wandered as she admired her reflection, tracing the pout of her lips, then drifting downward to lift her abundant, fulsome breasts.
Her thighs were lush yet toned, all the more inviting for the way they gave way to the perfect curve of her full hips and delectable ass. How had such divine femininity emerged from the echoes of… maleness?
That’s when her gaze lingered too long on her eyes.
For a brief moment, she saw him… now only a flicker of pale, disheveled uncertainty.
The ghost of Aidan still lingered.
He wasn’t angry. He was sad.
“I’m not mad for me,” Inner-Aidan whispered from beyond the ether. “I love feeling wrapped within you. But I’m sad for her...”
“Don’t say it,” Eden said aloud, jaw tightening.
“She doesn’t get to know how I truly felt. We never got a chance to see what we could be.”
Eden straightened, her gaze steel as she stared down her reflection. A ripple played across the mirror, and Marlowe’s image shimmered into view—just for a moment. An ache stirred in Eden’s chest.
The last embers of Aidan’s love.
She padded to the dresser and picked up her phone. With a few swipes, Marlowe’s profile appeared. There hadn’t been any new updates in over a week. Marlowe was never heavy on social media, but she usually posted something every few days.
Eden stopped scrolling at the last update.
A photo of Marlowe and Aidan, crammed into one side of the booth at the coffee shop down the block from his apartment. Marlowe’s long, willowy frame curled against his shoulder, her wild, soft brown hair escaping the messy bun she’d twisted atop her head. Sunlight picked out natural red highlights in her curls, casting warmth across her dewy, freckled skin.
Her smile was faint, curling at the corners like she knew something you didn’t. Her green eyes, behind simple black-rimmed glasses, glinted with soft mischief…and something deeper.
Aidan wasn’t looking at the camera. He was looking at her.
The next photo showed Marlowe seated cross-legged on the floor, a bass guitar in her lap as she adjusted the strap. Her fingers were ink-smudged, her nails bare and slightly bitten. No polish. No makeup. Not even gloss.
Her features weren’t sculpted to perfection; her front teeth slightly crooked, but only visible when she smiled wide. That imperfection was part of her charm. Marlowe could have been a girl like Eden, if she wanted.
She just never had a desire to be.
Aidan used to wonder about her effortless allure. He had a hard time reading her, never quite sure if she truly liked him. But then she’d smile that soft, knowing smile and he’d suddenly feel completely at ease.
A memory bloomed, uninvited.
Aidan lay curled on her couch, his head in her lap while she toyed gently with his hair.
“You don’t have to perform around me,” she’d whispered, voice low, her thumbs brushing his temple. “You can be confused. Ugly. Shattered. You’re still mine.”
He had smiled… but only partway. The ache of wanting to believe her had stung more than he’d ever admit.
“I love you just as you are,” she’d whispered again, pressing her lips to his brow.
But he never told her the same.
Not aloud.
And now, it was too late.
The phone screen flickered.
Black.
Then static.
Then gone.
The app closed itself. A surge of magic passed through the air, prickling across Eden’s skin.
Her breath hitched. She clutched the phone tighter.
A subtle hum pressed against her chest. Something didn’t want her looking back.
She returned to the mirror. The surface shimmered again…Aidan. Then Marlowe. Then both, fading like smoke.
Eden reached out and touched the glass. Her fingertips left a faint glow behind.
“I remember you,” she whispered. “And I miss you… more than I should.”
But her voice didn’t shake. Her hand pressed firmer.
“You were his love,” she whispered to the vanishing ghost of Marlowe. “Not mine.”
The mirror rippled.
The reflection cleared.
Eden stared at herself. The spell surged upward through her bare feet, met her heart mid-throat, and bloomed outward.
Her name appeared again in elegant gold script: Eden.
But this time, something more: a faint, glowing crown above her head.
Not placed there.
Claimed.
For a moment, she simply stared at it.
It felt… right.
Not like a reward, but a truth revealed.
She smiled.
The ache didn’t vanish.
But it softened.
Still glowing from the past, she stepped into the present.
She turned from the mirror and crossed the room, her bare feet whispering over stone tile.
And then she felt it.
A pressure.
The villa’s magic shifted. The air thickened, sweetened. The walls pulsed like breath drawn in.
And within her body, a single pulse.
Her lips parted. Her breath caught. Her knees weakened.
He was near.
She didn’t need to see him.
She didn’t need to hear his voice.
The island whispered it across her skin like silk.
Max.
A voice, not hers, curled through her bones like heat rising from a brand:
“Present yourself.”
“Let me see what you’ve become.”
Her belly coiled in slow delight.
Not fear.
Anticipation.
Eden tightened her robe and stepped into the shadowed corridor, her glow unhidden, her mind sharp.
She was ready to be seen.
Ready to be judged.
She didn’t know how long she had, only that she needed to be ready.
A simple shower, no matter how luxurious, wouldn't do. Not today.
She rose Lacey and Lola from their slumber and led them into the grand bathroom of her suite. Eden stepped into the deep soaking tub, steam rising from the water along with scents of vanilla and jasmine. She let the heat embrace her while her dolls attended to her. Her skin was still glowing with residual magic from their earlier love-making.
Lola knelt at one side, washing her arms with gentle strokes of a soft sponge. Lacey moved behind her, fingers combing through Eden’s thick dark hair, applying a rich oil that released an intoxicating floral scent. Their movements were tender, reverent, precise. Their devotion was total now. Eden could feel it in the way their hands lingered on her body.
And yet, even in her pleasure, Eden trembled with restless energy.
Max was near.
It thrilled her… and it unsettled her. This wasn’t fear. It was anticipation so sharp it bordered on need. His voice still echoed inside her: Present yourself.
She was cleansing herself for him. Preparing to be of service.
When the bath was finished, Eden rose and Lacey and Lola toweled her gently, drying her skin with slow, luxurious care. They went to her closet and Eden selected the outfit she would present herself in as an offering.
She had chosen white.
Not for modesty, but for meaning.
A ruched mini dress, crisp and tailored, with whisper-thin straps and a bodice that hugged every newly sculpted inch of her. She had developed in the last two days. Her breasts sat higher, her waist more pronounced, her hips fuller. The dress showcased all of it.
She especially loved the way it clung to her hips, then framed her long legs. She looked divine…and she wanted Max to see what he had awakened.
Lola applied her makeup with a steady, delicate hand. Muted tones shaped Eden’s face with a soft contour, the faintest glow of highlight, a breath of shimmer across her eyelids. The only true color was the rich blush tint on her lips that left them plump and slightly parted. She even selected a perfume that blended with the lovely scents that she had bathed in.
When it was done, Eden gazed at herself in the mirror and smiled.
She didn’t look innocent.
She looked like a creature of sensual power, tamed just enough to kneel.
And tonight, if he asked…she would.
Once she was satisfied she looked irresistible, Eden went to him.
She found Max in the study adjacent to his master chambers, standing at a wide window, gazing out across the island. Her heels clicked sharply on the marble floor, announcing her arrival—but he didn’t turn. He didn’t need to.
Instinct told her to wait.
Eden paused in the center of the room, hands crossed demurely in front of her, posture perfect. When Max finally turned, his gaze found her without hesitation. She met it with a poised, welcoming smile.
He wore tailored slacks and a maroon shirt; an unusual choice for the island’s balmy, bright atmosphere, yet somehow perfect for him. The darker fabric highlighted the chiseled strength of his frame, the sleeves rolled neatly to reveal powerful forearms. Even relaxed, he radiated control.
Eden’s throat tightened. Her mouth was suddenly dry as her eyes drank him in, the precise posture, the way he held a glass of dark liquor with idle elegance, the single ring on his right hand humming softly with power. The amber stone pulsed faintly, alive with restrained energy.
From somewhere behind him, soft jazz filtered into the room, another feature of Max’s old-world mystique.
He walked over to her, each step unhurried, yet his looming presence filled the air. Without speaking, Max took her hand. His touch was warm and assured. With a flick of his fingers, he signaled for her to turn.
Eden obeyed, pivoting slowly in her heels to present herself fully. Her heart gave a tiny flutter as she spun, uncertain if he would approve, desperate for his silence to mean yes.
He said nothing.
But his eyes consumed her; studying, admiring, measuring. Not leering. Simply apprising.
She felt his approval and basked in it.
“There you are,” he said finally. “Absolutely remarkable. You may not be my initial creation but you are rapidly becoming my favorite discovery.”
The words branded themselves within Eden’s chest and into her soul. This wasn’t merely praise. She felt herself glow beneath his gaze, lit from within by the thrill of being seen like this.
He glanced toward the door, where Lacey and Lola waited, quiet and composed. His hand extended, and Lola, without hesitation, stepped forward.
“This is your work, isn’t it, pet?” he asked Eden, not breaking eye contact with the doll in his hands.
“She’s a jewel that was hidden in coal,” Eden replied softly. “I simply freed her.”
The corners of Max’s mouth curved upward… again, satisfied.
He released Lola, who stepped silently back beside Lacey. Then his attention returned to Eden, deeper this time. Focused.
“Most spellcasters reach outward,” he said, voice rich with wisdom. “They call to magic like beggars. You..” his gaze held hers. “You make magic part of you. You don’t just wield it. You enchant with every breath.”
He raised her hand again and kissed it and she shivered at the touch. Not from cold; from yearning.
He sees me. Not just what I’ve become, but what I could still be.
He looked at her as if he could see the storm within her and still walk straight into its center without fear.
That confidence made her ache.
Her magic rippled beneath her skin as he guided her to the window. The sun was starting its trip towards the horizon. Distant, small planes circled above the island, descending slowly.
“I think you’re ready,” he murmured. “Ready to play with something more dangerous.”
Eden leaned into him, hanging on every syllable.
“Guests are arriving,” he continued. “I’ll be meeting many of them tonight. One in particular… doesn’t see things as I do. I’d like to introduce you to him.”
The hand on her waist was steady. Heavy. Possessive. Her skin burned deliciously beneath it. The scent of him lingered with warm amber and salt.
“I’d love to meet anyone you wish me to know,” she replied, breath catching on the final word.
“Perhaps you can convince him that his party’s proposed legislation isn’t in his best interest,” Max mused, his tone light, but edged with precision. “I trust you can help him see things... my way.”
“Of course, Maximilian,” she whispered. Her heart pounded. His name on her tongue felt like a spell.
Then he pulled her into his arms.
Her body answered before her mind could catch up, molding to him, breath quickening.
He brushed a strand of hair from her neck and kissed the bare skin just beneath her ear. His lips seared her, and she swore she felt her pulse beat beneath his lips. A shiver danced down her spine... part surrender, part ache.
He didn’t speak again until she had melted.
“Go and rest,” he said, voice low. “Tomorrow, your education truly begins.”
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