Sorceress Isabella

The following is set shortly after the events of Chapter One, and several decades before the events of Chapter Two.

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"He's grown up so fast. The last time I saw him he was but a babe."

Victori smiled. The young prince was standing next to her, clinging onto her dress. He was still a toddler, quiet with rosy cheeks and sandy blonde hair. His great green eyes stared up at the woman before him, a little cautious of her.

"I don't think he remembers you." Isabella said with a smile. The Prince continued to tightly grab onto her large dress, chubby hands balled into fists. "Besides you were quite a bit different back then Isabella."

The red-haired beauty smiled. "How very true my Queen."

Victori turned to one of her attendants. They were in the great hall, sitting by the fire at one of the great tables, a full meal prepared for them. They had yet to sit down, Isabella and Victori just having seen each other for the first time since that fateful night, the night everything had changed in that clearing.

The attendant, a young girl, quite charming with a beautiful face, walked over. Victori gave her an order. "Take the Prince upstairs. Ensure he is fed and bathed before dinner."

"Yes, my Queen. Will you need anything else later tonight?" The girl asked, a little crooked smile on her face.

"I will call for you if I do."

The attendant nodded. She held out her hand for the boy, who took it in his little hand, and the two of them walked away, leaving the Queen with her visitor.

Isabella chuckled. "I see your tastes haven't changed." Nodding at the young woman.

Victori smiled. "Without a King, there is no need for me to keep up appearances anymore. It's nice to be who I want in my bed chambers. Have who I want in my chambers." The two of them understood. They moved to the table, sitting themselves down before their dinner. Isabella went slower, moving with more caution because of her weight. She was dressed in an all black robe, thick and covering her whole body, but as she sat down, the bump around her midsection was undeniable. "You are still the same then?"

Isabella nodded. "Still the same. I've been looking for a cure to the curse, but so far, no luck. I have not given up though."

"I take that includes both your pregnancy... and other things?"

Isabella smiled. "I am still hung like a horse, if that is what you are asking your Majesty."

Victori smiled, a glint in her eye. The two women both possessed magical appendages that would put all men to shame if they were to pull them out now. It had been a few years since Isabella had put her lips around that cock of Victori's. She bet it tasted just as sweet today as it did back then.

As they ate and talked, the sounds of heels clacking against the floor could be heard, and growing louder. Isabella had not been expecting company with the Queen. She raised her head, distracted, as in walked another woman into the hall.

"Ah! Mother." Victori turned around. "I was wondering when you were going to get here." She stood up. "Isabella, may I introduce the Queen Mother of the Kingdom of Rose Mountain."

She was beautiful. Isabella now knew where her mother got it from. She was dressed in royal attire, a large flowing dress of red and gold fillery, complete with a small crown on her head. Blonde hair that was turning silver was in a long braid behind her head, with wisps of grey around her temples. A thing figure that flared out around her hips, with ample cleavage herself. Victori was far fuller of figure and more voluptuous, but there was a grace and beauty to the Queen Mother.

Isabella stood herself up, bowing. "Your Majesty, it is an honor to meet you."

"Like wise." She bowed back. "My daughter speaks very highly of you. The Sorceress with flame red hair. I'm glad we can finally meet."

Isabella rested her hands on her pregnant belly. "Well, I hope the Queen has kept some of my secrets." She said with a wink.

The rest of the dinner was a fun and jovial affair. The Queen Mother, known as Queen Daphne, turned out to be an excellent conversationalist. Victori had thankfully kept Isabella and her past relationship a secret, and Daphne had no clue that Isabella had worked her as a handmaiden so many years ago. Evern people Isabella saw hardly recognized her now that she was so different, but just to be safe, she'd placed a simple charm over herself to ensure no one put two and two together.

Queen Daphne was a Dowager Queen of her Kingdom, her husband and Victori's father passing away some time ago. She ruled the kingdom in his stead, but without any male heir, the monarchy would come to an end at some point. And with Victori tied up her, also without a husband, a lot was riding on the Prince to ensure he reached manhood. He was set to inherit two kingdoms at present.

She asked many questions about Isabella, asked her what she did on her journey, the people she came across, the spells and potions she could make. Daphne found Isabella fascinating, and Isabella was happy to answer all her questions. However, as the two of them spoke, Isabella couldn't help but notice the way Victori looked at her mother.

Her eyes kept falling, looking down at her Mother's breasts. Her fingers kept tracing around her neck, as she got lost in thought. She seemed a million miles away as Isabella and Daphne talked, and when someone asked her a question, it took her a second to come back to reality, not paying attention at all.

As the night drew to a close, the dinner ended, and the fire began to dwindle, it came time for all them to head to bed. The conversation was still cracking along between Isabella and Daphne, and they were still laughing, but they could tell it was getting long in the night. Isabella rubbed her belly occasionally, her twins giving soft kicks and she cooed them back to sleep. Daphne seemed to not notice her condition, or was too polite to ask.

"Well, I think that's myself done for the night." Daphne stood up, excusing herself. Isabella went to stand up, but Daphne shushed her down. "It's alright my dear. We can do without formality for tonight. I will see you all tomorrow morning." Daphne leaned over to Victori, giving her a kiss on the cheek. As she did, her bosoms came right up to her eyeline, and Victori blushed ever so slightly. "Good night my dear."

Daphne left, leaving the Queen and her former handmaiden, now Sorceress, alone once again.

"So... how long have you wanted your mother?" Isabella asked flatly.

Victori wasn't even startled, nor did she seem embarrassed. She had been watching her mother walk away, but turned back to Isabella. "I saw you notice. I'd be surprised if you didn't, not after what you've become now."

Isabella shrugged. "My powers of perception even amaze myself at times. It's like I can tell the innermost thoughts of what someone is thinking when it comes to sex. Part of my transformation."

"Mother has always been beautiful to me. We have even engaged in some lovemaking previously... before I came here. That surprises you?" Isabella nodded. "It was before I became magically endowed as well. My mother has no idea about it. It was innocent. She taught me everything I needed to know about pleasing a King. In the end, I discovered all I wanted to do was please her. And other women."

That made a lot of sense. It explained much about Victori's passions. Isabella leaned over the table, lowering her voice. "My Queen, I have noticed something about me... when I help people. Especially women in positions such as yourself." Victori leaned in as Isabella continued to whisper. "The more I help in situations like this, the more my own power seems to increase. Perhaps this curse that I bear, that may be the way I am able to break it. At the moment, it is the best lead I have."

"I see." Victori nodded.

"You wish to see your mother restored..." Isabella floated the idea. "You wish to see her as you did as a child. That was when she was most beautiful to you."

Victori blushed. "You're in my head now Isabella."

The Sorceress laughed. "I know exactly what to do. Listen closely..."

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Victori knocked on the door, three times. "Mother?" She asked. She was standing outside the Queen Mother's bedchambers, the one she was using for her visit since arriving from her own Kingdom. The guards had been sent away, leaving only Victori in the hallway.

And Isabella behind her.

Isabella had covered herself in a spell, making her invisible to all except for Victori. If anyone looked at her, stared at her straight, they would simply look right past her. She was indiscernible to anyone without magical ability. Which would make her plan so much easier.

The door latch unlocked, and Daphne opened it up, poking her head out. She was half dressed, still getting out of her attire from before. Her skit was gone, but she still had on her corset and brassiere. Shapely legs, thick thighs, greeted Victori and Isabella, and Victori couldn't help but look her up and down, taking her all in.

"What is it my dear? Something wrong?"

"May I come in Mother? I have something private I wish to discuss."

Daphne looked like she was about to argue the point, but she caught sight of her daughter's face. She was very serious. Instead she opened the door wide, and stood to the side, allowing Victori to enter. The Queen thanked her mother and strode in, dress trailing behind her, as Isabella walked swiftly right behind her. Isabella entered the chambers and then moved quickly to the side before Daphne closed the door. "What is it my dear?"

Daphne could not see Isabella. Nor could she hear her at all. The room was small, only room for a four-poster bed and canopy, a dresser and wardrobe, rugs laying across the floor. There was a small window in the wall, a glass pane closed, keeping the cold air out. Two lamps on either side of the bed illuminated the room in a soft, warm orange glow, and a small fireplace in the opposite wall, that was slowly burning itself down.

Isabella walked to the corner, turning around, watching Mother and Daughter. Victori kept her attention away from Isabella, while Daphne had not registered the Sorceress at all. "Are you ok my child? What's the matter?"

Victori seemed to stumble and hesitate as Daphne continued to disrobe. She grabbed the cords in front of her corset and continued to untie them, as if nothing was the matter. She pulled it free, and out spilled her breasts. They were a lovely size, a full handful, and after so many years they did sag down. Daphne seemed to be unfazed by her sudden nakedness. Victori was the upset.

"Mother! What is that on your nipples?" She asked. "I wanted to ask... I saw them during dinner. Are you ok?

Two pieces of cloth, square pieces, had been placed over each of Daphne's buds. There were the size of a napkin and they hung there, the outline of the nipples poking through. Though they were discolored around them.

"I have trouble with them sometime." The Queen Mother waved her hand, dismissing Victori. "They are prone to leaking on occasion. It happens. It's been like this ever since I had you." The older woman smiled. "Why? Do you not still produce milk?"

"I still do. Quite a lot actually." Victori looked down at her own breasts, a few sizes larger than her mother's.

"It's a problem that runs in our family my dear. I wear these so I don't soil my outfits." Daphne turned and strutted away, as if it was all normal. She took off the cloth around her nipples, placing them on the dresser, as she pulled off the rest of her undergarments. She had her back to Victori and bent over, pushing out her buttocks too her, as she pulled everything down. Soon she was completely naked, both Victori and Isabella now able to get a full view of the Queen Mother.

There were some stretch marks around her belly, a little paunch, simply from age. She had a full, thick bush of dark hair which ran down and between her legs. Her bottom was well shaped, a little sag only. She was in remarkable shape for her age as she had to be over fifty years old.

Isabella could tell Victori was getting excited. The way she kept staring at her mother was like a woman possessed, her eyes drinking her all in. And of course, there appeared to a growing bulge at the front of her dress. It would appear that Victori had taken to keeping herself staying transformed these days, much like Isabella. Good for her.

"Is there anything else you wanted to ask me?" Daphne asked. She turned around and leaned on the dresser, arms up, smiling. She was on full display for her daughter, and Isabella could tell she was playing with her. She was driving her daughter wild.

Little did Daphne know, this was exactly what the Sorceress wanted. Quietly, barely heard, Isabella began to chant. Victori looked over to her only for a second, before her eyes returned back to her Mother. Isabella's chanting got louder, quicker, as the power began to surge through her. She continued to chant as she grabbed the shoulders of her robe and pulled them off and down. It fell to the floor around her ankles, and now Isabella was naked as well.

Her huge, pregnant belly was on display, her soft, melon sized tits. She was a curvaceous picture of fertility, the ultimate Goddess. The red hair that had once been the man's she had thought she had loved, now cursed with his body, ran from her belly button down to her own pubic hair, her armpits and legs just as thick as a bear's. It all magically grew back within a day, and so she had given up on trying to keep herself smooth.

Isabella reached down though, past her pregnant twin belly, and took control of her rock-hard shaft between her legs. It surged up, the lance as thick and as long as her forearm, and she felt the power crackling from it as she continued to chant. Her balls were electric, tingling, as the magic began to pour forth and out of her body.

Victori closed the gap between her and her mother as Isabella's spell was about to be cast. "Mother, do you remember... those days where it was just us? Before I came here?"

Isabella cast the spell. A purple aura spilled out of her, surrounding her. She raised her arms and pointed them right at Daphne. The aura shot out from her, striking Daphne without her even realizing it. It spun around her like a whirlwind as it entered her, pouring in her mouth, as the Queen Mother breathed it in. It went inside her slit in between her legs, entering her womb as well. The spell had been cast.

Daphne dropped her arms from the dresser, nodding. "Aye, I remember those days. I remember them fondly."

"I have never forgotten them. They have stayed with me. Always."

"I see." Daphne's face flushed. She looked warm. The spell was having its effect. "I understand why you have come."

"Do you not think back to those nights? When it was just us in our chambers?"

Daphne smiled. "I do. I think of them fondly as well."

"I miss you Mother." Victori began to disrobe. She began undoing her collar, undoing the back of her dress, as she began to remove all of her clothing. Daphne didn't stop her. She watched as her daughter got naked before her.

She was excited. Isabella could smell it. The smell she grown accustom too, the smell that she loved. The smell of a woman's sex. It was starting to creep out of Daphne as the woman's heart began to beat quicker. The pungent, tart aroma as she became aroused. The spell that had been cast on her, one she was unaware of, had many properties to it. But arousing her and letting go of her inhibitions was one of them.

The mother continued to watch, her breathing getting quicker, taking in more and more as she eyes focused on her daughter. Victori had the dress loose, and she began to let it slip from her body. Down it went, over those delicious, full sized breasts, porcelain white with just a few hints of blue veins around her dark colored areola and thick nipples.

Down her body, wide at the hips, down her thighs, until the top of the dress was now just above her groin. She didn't hesitate, and let the dress go as it fell to the floor, and her mother now saw her. Saw her for who she really was. It rose up, pointing to the sky, thick and hard. An equally impressive set of balls hung from it, covering her slit and the thick bush around it. The tip glistened with precum, oozing excitement, as Victori saw what she wanted right in front of her.

Her mother let out a little gasp as she saw Victori's erection. "My daughter! I had no idea."

"When I was married to the King, I felt as if part of me died that day." Victori said. "I was a chained woman. Unable to be free. The people that I loved... the women, that I wanted to be with, I was forced to hide who I was. But not anymore. I know now what I want. Who I want. I want us to be together again Mother, like before."

"I want that."

The two of them came together, Mother and Daughter, embracing as they kissed. Victori and Daphne wrapped their arms around one another, their lips locking tight, as years of being apart was undone in a second. Their hands caressed each other's bodies, running up and across their backs, down their sides, feeling the swell of each of their butt cheeks, as they made out.

Isabella was the dominate one, taller than her mother, kissing her on the lips as Daphne returned all of her passion. They were two long lost lovers, destined to be together, and Isabella had made it happen. The Sorceress moved, over to a small sitting chair by the wall, and hauled her pregnant body into it. None of the other two women noticed her.

Victori's passion grew hotter as Daphne moved down to the nape of her neck, softly kissing all the way down, causing Victori to moan. It was a sensual spot for her, Isabella remembered. It always made Victori stop and quiver when you kissed her there. Daphne clearly remembered that as well.

"Look how big you've gotten." Daphne whispered as her hands descended now to Victori's chest. She groped her daughter's breasts, cupping them in each hand, feeling the weight of them. They were three times the size of Daphne's own. "I never knew you'd get so big!"

"They've been like this since I was pregnant." Victori smiled. She reached up and grabbed Daphne's chest, feeling her smaller cup size in her own hands. "Maybe we can see about making these a bit bigger, hmmm?"

Before Daphne could respond, Victori leaned back in and kissed her mother. Daphne continued to feel up her daughters' breasts, squeezing them, and Isabella could see the huge orbs begin to leak. She was still lactating, after all this time, and the milk dribbled out of her dark nipples.

Between the two women, was Victori's cock, now squished between their bellies. It was rubbing up and down on Daphne's stomach, the tip pointing up to the lowest part of her breasts. It throbbed, pink with veins popping along the side of it, that gooey precum that Isabella was so used to beginning to spill out and slide along Daphne's skin.

Victori reached down and grabbed her Mother's buttocks, and began pushing her back. She had full control of her mother, their make out session continuing, as Victori moved them to the dresser. They moved back, lightly banging into it, as Victori pressed her mother into the furniture.

Daphne couldn't contain herself anymore. Her hand reached down, finding Victori's cock that was stuck between them. "You're so big." She moaned as she took hold of Victori's shaft, grasping it firmly in her hand. She was long, the girth mighty and larger than most men could ever dream of. Daphne had never seen a cock like it, clearly in her life.

"I want you Mother. I want to be inside you." Victori groaned as Daphne stroked her up and down, her hand going from tip to root and back. Her cock seemed to only get larger, become longer while she did it.