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 Four - Isle of Dolls
Eden and Lola arrived at the glittering pool to find a surprise.
Standing at the water’s edge, the head butler straightened with formal precision, a soft smile touching the corner of his lips. Beside him stood a radiant figure Eden recognized immediately.
“Lady Eden,” he intoned. “You have a visitor.”
Before Eden could fully register his words, her eyes locked with the familiar sparkle of blue eyes she hadn’t seen in over a week.
“Lacey?” she breathed.
A delighted squeal broke the air as the platinum blonde launched forward. Eden caught her in an embrace, both women laughing, gasping, spinning like giddy schoolgirls.
You’re here,” Eden whispered, her voice suddenly husky, her mouth brushing Lacey’s ear. There was heat in her tone now. Teasing. Claiming.
Lacey’s smile was pure sunshine. “Of course I am, Ms. Eden. How could I not be? You saved me.”
And then Eden felt it. That pulse. That warm, golden thrum inside her chest; the one she’d felt earlier that curled deep inside of her soul. This feeling had been its promise; a moment her magic had foreshadowed.
Lacey was the gift.
Lacey was a sun-drenched dream with her platinum-blonde hair tumbling in soft, cascading waves. It framed her heart-shaped face with perfection. Her ripe, coral-pink lips curved into a smile while thick lashes framed eyes that sparkled with lighthearted mischief and unspoken devotion. If Lola had the face of a porcelain doll, then Lacey was the girl next door who played with those dolls.
And yet, her body… Eden’s magic had clearly never let her go.
The soft white floral wrap dress clung to Lacey’s wickedly luscious figure. She was simply too luscious for the outfit with the way its plunging neckline framed the heavy swell of her breasts. The cinch at her waist made the dramatic flare of her hips all the more criminal. Her deliciously toned legs were silky smooth and ended on top of rose-pink stilettos with ankle straps. Despite her innocent face, Lacey couldn’t help spark desire.
Eden felt herself exhale through parted lips. Lacey’s scent was absolutely intoxicating.
The heady perfume laced into the pulse of Lacey’s skin hit Eden mid-embrace, the fragrance as strong as any enchantment she could have cast. It was too perfect and too intoxicating to be store-bought and it made Eden’s head tilt slightly, drawing her in closer to the blonde.
My magic gave this to her, Eden realized. A gift she doesn’t even know she’s using.
“Ms. Eden,” Lola blinked, her voice small but amused. “Who is this sunshine in stilettos?”
Eden’s laughter was low and indulgent. She kept an arm wrapped around Lacey’s waist, hand idly tracing the girl’s soft hip.
“This, my sweet Lola,” Eden murmured, “is a precious soul someone tried to discard. I simply couldn’t allow that.” She reached up and tilted Lacey’s chin. “And I can’t believe how stunning she’s become.”
“Mr. Max sent his private jet for me,” Lacey chirped, all breathy charm. “He called and said you might want company. Of course I said yes! I’ve missed you so much. it’s been, like, what… a week? It felt like forever!”
“Oh, it shows,” Eden said, drinking her in. Her gaze lingered on the lifted arch of Lacey’s breasts, the enhanced glow in her cheeks, and the curve of her ass barely hidden by her dress’s fluttering hem. She’s blossoming, Eden thought. My power is already rooted in her.
Behind Lacey’s sparkling eyes, golden motes of energy danced. They were faint, but undeniably magical. Residual enchantment.
“I told you I’d follow you anywhere,” Lacey whispered, eyes lowered, voice velvety now. “And here I am.”
Eden leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of Lacey’s ear. “And I told you I’d take you up on that. Now there’s no escape, darling.”
The blonde let out the softest breath. She wasn’t afraid. She welcomed her entrapment.
“Lacey, sweetheart, this is Lola,” Eden purred, gesturing toward the dainty brunette watching them both with wide, shimmering eyes.
Lola’s gaze flicked between them, then instinctively found Eden’s hand, letting herself be drawn forward. The moment she got close, Eden saw it happen: Lola’s pupils dilated, her breath hitched, and her nose twitched ever so faintly.
She’s caught it.
The scent of her sister-pet. Magic recognizing magic. Eden's own enchantment curling through the air and binding them closer.
“When I arrived, Lola was hiding under that frumpy little uniform. Now,” Eden tilted her head with a wicked smile, “she’s my devoted assistant.”
Lola's hand flew to her lips, blush blooming on her cheeks. “Ms. Eden!” she squeaked, her voice still sweet, still soft but tinged with playful scandal.
Eden simply brushed her fingers against the girl’s lips to hush her. “You belong to me now, remember? And you’ll do as I desire. Won’t you, little one?”
That voice. That tone. It grazed something deep inside Lola; awakened it and opened it wide. She nodded to her mistress, glassy-eyed and adoring.
“Yes, Miss.”
“Then no more serving me breakfast trays,” Eden whispered. “From now on, I want you to focus on beauty. Those talented hands, your eye for color, your everything, belongs to me. And right now I want to see what you can do with Lacey.”
She slid her arms through theirs, drawing them in. One girl clung on each side, their bodies pressed into hers like petals drawn to sunlight.
Now there were two.
The high oak shelves of the library loomed over him in dark judgment. Tommie had never felt comfortable here.
As a boy, he’d fidget in the leather chairs while his father lectured him about bloodlines and discipline. Magic had never thrilled him the way it was supposed to. The rituals, the theory, the endless practice; it all felt like effort for something he didn’t need. Why work for more when the world had already bent to his name?
He was a son of Maximillian Alerant. That name alone could open a thousand doors. It had always been magic enough.
But now, slumped at a solitary desk in the shadow of a vast stained-glass window, the library felt like his personal cathedral of failure. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. The book before him was a blur of glyphs. Five more lay open in a sprawl around him, their pages covered in haphazard notes. A growing stack of untouched volumes loomed in as further weight for his guilt.
He regretted everything.
All those lessons he’d ignored, every shortcut he’d taken. He needed them now. If he’d paid attention, if he’d studied properly, Aidan might still be himself and not…her.
Worse still, Max had sealed the private wing of the library that held the oldest tomes on magic. Tommie didn’t even know where to begin trying to unravel the wards. Just another failure carved into the ever-growing list.
Still, something flickered in him. A glint of steel beneath the exhaustion.
His collar hung open, the first few buttons undone. Wild curls spilled over his forehead, unkempt and sweaty. His shirt was wrinkled, his face drawn, but he kept reading. Kept reaching. He had reached out to a few old blood families, hoping to find lore on soul-bound spells and deep magic that didn’t just change the body but also the essence.
The answers were few and cryptic. Half-mentions. Hints. Nothing solid. But he was getting closer.
He stood and walked over to a silver-framed mirror set into the far corner of the room. The glass was ornate, its frame etched with serpents and roses, a relic of his grandfather’s era. Tommie closed his eyes and began the ancient incantation he had practiced until his voice cracked.
When he finished, his eyes opened.
The mirror shimmered. Like water rippling after a drop, the reflection fractured and melted. The library faded. In its place, a new scene bloomed into view: Eden’s bedroom.
The spell wasn’t perfect; he couldn’t hear or interact, not yet. But he could watch.
He hadn’t expected to get even this far. He’d learned the tracking spell just in time, before Max whisked Aidan away to whatever resort or gilded prison he’d prepared.This mirror was his first real success at scrying. Speaking through it was still out of reach. Part of him suspected Max had warded Eden, just in case.
“If I had listened to you, old man,” Tommie muttered, watching the vision unfold, “I’d already know how to beat you.”
Eden sat at her vanity, backlit by bright sunlight from a balcony and looking impossibly radiant. Tommie noticed that something in the spell had deepened. Her beauty had sharpened and matured. Her figure had shifted again: more lush, more surreal. Her presence pulsed with glamour, her silhouette reflecting divine perfection.
But what truly shocked Tommie was that Eden wasn’t alone. There was someone in her lap.
A petite girl, bronzed skin gleaming, curled against Eden’s thigh like a doll. Her lips were parted slightly, her gaze hazy and adoring. Eden held a brush to the girl’s mouth, painting color onto her lips with slow, intimate care.
Tommie leaned closer. It wasn’t the girl he was watching; he was watching Eden watch her.
There was joy in her eyes. Possessiveness. Reverence. She brushed a strand of hair from the doll’s cheek with such tenderness it made Tommie’s breath catch.
Tommie’s heart squeezed, but he couldn’t look away.
He should be horrified. This was his friend,Aidan, stroking a stranger’s thigh like a lover. And yet…
His mouth was dry.
Tommie felt the sting of her words again. She’d carved into him in the car, exposing his cowardice, his ego, his failures.
And somehow, he wanted more of it.
She humiliated him, and it fed something inside him. Something he couldn’t name. The shame only made his obsession worse.
He wanted to believe he was trying to save Aidan. That he was doing this for redemption.
But sometimes he wondered…
Am I only doing this to feel worthy of her gaze?
He hated himself for the thought. But he didn’t look away.
His eyes drifted to Eden’s reflection again. To the girl in her lap. To the way Eden’s hand rested on that bare thigh like she owned her.
And then his eyes went to the blonde behind her.
He recognized her. She had been on the yacht the night Eden dismantled Vesper. But now she looked different; softer, more luminous. Her eyes were locked on Eden, full of silent longing.
Tommie knew that look. He’d seen it before.
In the mirror. On his own face.
That same hunger. That need.
He wanted to believe it was about rescuing Aidan. But the truth clawed through him no matter how much he wanted to deny it.
He wasn’t jealous of the girls around Eden just because they got to kiss her.
He was jealous because they also belonged to her.
And part of him wanted that. Wanted to be chosen. To be touched. To be devoured.
His throat tightened, shame knotting hot behind his eyes.
Aidan wouldn’t have wanted this, he thought. Aidan wouldn’t have let himself slip.
But Eden was everything Aidan never dared to be. Bold. Brilliant. Alluring. Powerful. She didn’t temper herself for others. She took as she pleased. And the worst part?
Tommie admired her for it.
Eden wasn’t just a product of his haphazard magic, she was a mirror of every dark thing he wanted and was afraid to admit to.
His guilt told him to fix it.
But his desire wanted to serve it.
He turned from the mirror, chest heaving. The vision faded. The room felt colder now, emptier.
He told himself he still had to find a way to reverse the spell. That there was still time to bring Aidan back. He had to bring Aidan back without accepting whatever promise his father had offered. Tommie didn’t trust what Max wanted nor what Eden was becoming under his influence.
But even that vow rang hollow.
Because if he failed and Eden rose further, if she ascended fully…
Tommie wasn’t sure he’d be able to resist her.
And what scared him most?
He wasn’t sure he wanted to.
The sun spilled its last golden warmth through gauzy linen drapes, painting Eden’s suite in a haze of soft radiance. The ocean breeze drifted across pale marble, carrying salt, warmth, and the scent of sacred indulgence. Every detail in the room, the scented candles, the mirrored vanity, the bed of silk sheets, all of it whispered seduction and control.
Lacey sat perfectly still at the vanity, cheeks flushed, lashes fluttering as Lola moved behind her. Her fingers danced through Lacey’s honeyed hair, coaxing it into waves and soft volume, painting gloss and glow across her cheeks. She worked without hesitation now, as if born for this.
Eden stood nearby, barefoot and silken, sipping wine. She watched her dolls with loving interest, her magic humming in her blood and feeding influence to them.
“She’s exquisite,” Eden said, her voice a velvet purr. “You’ve made her radiant, Lola.”
Lola smiled, pleased and eager. “I only want her to look the way you see her, Ms. Eden.”
Eden drifted forward, her free hand lifting to graze Lola’s jaw with reverent fingers. “And you’ve succeeded. You’re so gifted.”
Lola flushed, and Eden’s touch lingered just a second longer than necessary before she turned her attention to Lacey. The blond looked up at her reflection, spellbound by the soft-glam transformation and even more by Eden’s nearness.
“Well?” Eden asked, brushing a fingertip along Lacey’s collarbone. “Don’t you love her work?”
Lacey nodded, breathless. “She’s an artist. She made me look perfect.”
Eden leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “Then thank her.”
Without question, Lacey turned in her chair and pulled Lola close, their mouths meeting with a kiss of surrender. It was slow, exploratory, but edged with something carnal. Eden smiled behind them, sipping her wine as her dolls discovered each other with growing hunger.
Her magic pulsed, satisfied.
She set her glass down and joined them.
By nightfall, the room glowed in candlelight. The sun had fled the sky, leaving only firelight, shadows, and the slow, luxurious sounds of pleasure. Pillows were strewn across the rug; silk robes had been undone and shrugged off entirely. Skin glistened with warmth and wine.
Eden reclined on the bed, a goddess among supplicants. Lacey knelt between her thighs, her lips leaving adoring kisses on Eden’s inner knee. Lola lay behind her, stroking Eden’s hair, pressing kisses to her shoulder, neck, and temple. Both girls were utterly focused on their queen.
Eden exhaled softly, her hands resting on each girl’s head, her body thrumming with growing bliss. “You worship so sweetly,” she murmured. “Like you were made for this.”
“We were,” Lacey whispered.
Eden tilted her chin and smiled, accepting the truth.
They kissed her again, tenderly, one on her throat, one lower, and Eden felt the rising heat of power with each sigh that left her lips. Their adoration, their hunger, their surrender was feeding something vast inside her. Her magic pulsed stronger, golden and liquid through her veins.
She finally gasped; Eden’s hips shifted and thighs trembled as her climax crested like a rising tide. Her beauty bloomed again. Her skin glowed. Her eyes shimmered honey gold. Even her silky voice carried more command.
She had devoured them. And they had asked to be taken.
Eden didn’t rest.
She rose up and turned the tide on her dolls.
She guided Lola down against the pillows and knelt between her thighs, her mouth and fingers patiently exploring. Eden devoured her slowly, sweetly until the girl sobbed with pleasure. Lacey watched, eyes filled with desire and devotion, before Eden reached for her, kissed her deeply, and brought her over as well.
When it was over, the bed was a tangle of limbs, silk, and deep, breathless satisfaction.
Lacey and Lola curled against her, one on each side-breathing her in. They kissed her wrist, her throat, and murmured little praises. Mistress. Goddess. Queen.
Eden stared at the ceiling, her fingers combing gently through their hair, her body pulsing lightly with heat.
She was different now. More powerful. More beautiful. The magic had grown.
They belonged to her.
And her power was only beginning to thrive.
Eden listened to the soft purring of the sleeping dolls and her thoughts drifted, inevitably, to Max.
She knew he was aware. Somehow, she could feel it. The walls whispered to him. She felt as if the island carried her moans across the water to his ears.
She wanted him to know.
She wanted him to see her like this: glistening, sated, surrounded by those who worshipped her. She wanted him to feel her triumph like it was his own. And more than anything, she wanted him to come for her.
The thought made her ache again.
Her fingers traced circles on Lacey’s bare back as Lola sighed into her side.
Soon, she thought, eyes heavy-lidded but alert. Soon, he’ll return. And when he does… I’ll show him what I’ve become.
She smiled, the candlelight dancing across her skin and reflecting in her eyes.
Eden had claimed her court.
And she was ready to serve her King.
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