The Princess Transformed - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Queen

Queen Gladia Altrisson stared at the mirror in trepidation, shaking and wishing she wouldn't. She knew that it was only a matter of time before Rampillion's troops came for her. The coup had happened overnight, and the royal family had been defenseless against it. It was only the last minute warning of her faithful maidservant that sent her to her chambers before the Crimson Mage's soldiers could seize her.

She hoped the rest of the family was ok, especially Princess Daphnia. Her daughter was a skilled mage, but headstrong and often reckless in her actions. She had probably gone straight to the throne room to challenge the usurper... That is, if she hadn't been thrown in the dungeon already. As for everyone else - the queen shook her head. There was no time to think of them. She had to attend to herself first.

Gladia looked down at the glass bottle filled with amber liquid grasped in her trembling fingers. It was only to be used in emergencies, said the alchemist who had created it. She had no idea what it might do, or what might happen when she drank it. But the situation had left her with no choice. All the statecraft and knowledge she possessed would do her no good in these times. Pushing away her fear and apprehension, the queen lifted the contents of the bottle to her lips and drank.

Nothing happened.

She cursed, then cursed again, and then cursed once more for good measure. She knew that she shouldn't have trusted that smelly old man. She had only done so on the advice of her mother, who swore that he had always treated their family well and that she should commission at least one potion from him in case of emergencies. Acting against her own instinct, she had done so, and now she was going to pay the price for-

Wait. She felt something. A subtle heat had begun to radiate from her waist, and it slowly spread to every part of her body. The potion was working after all.

The queen had always been proud of her figure. What with the pressures of running a kingdom, raising children, it was difficult to maintain her youthful good looks that when she was younger had caught the eye of many a young suitor, but she tried her best. She eschewed the salt baths and questionable concoctions that her peers and friends recommended, but instead took great care with her diet and exercise. She took a certain pleasure in the fact that on occasion, soldiers and courtiers alike would glance at her a little more than necessary, then turn away quickly before she could catch them in the act. She wouldn't have reprimanded them in any case - a woman liked to feel appreciated.

But what was happening to her put all her efforts to shame. Gladia gasped as the potion began to do its work. First was her skin - previously pale white, it darkened to a golden bronze hue. Her hips flared out, and she could feel but not see her buttocks expand into firm pillows. Her eyes grew wide and slanted, her nose longer and more pert. Eyebrows that were nondescript thickened into sharp relief on her new face. Her legs lengthened, giving her two extra inches of height and her lips plumped out slightly and turned cherry red. Her hair grew midnight black and fell to the small of her back.

But the biggest change was her breasts. The queen had never been flat-chested - in fact, in her younger days she had been quite well-endowed indeed. But now her chest surged outwards like a living thing, popping the buttons on her dress easily. Gladia stared at the mirror in horrified fascination, appalled yet unable to look away as her breasts grew into two enormous mounds of flesh that jutted proudly out in front of her. Her nipples changed color as well - from a pale coral pink to a rosy chestnut, and even her areolae widened to fit her new endowments.

When it was all over, Gladia stood in shock, looking at her new self in the mirror. She touched herself unbelievingly, noting how her skin was now soft as a baby's and almost as sensitive. Then she looked up into the mirror again in disbelief. She looked like, looked like...a pleasure slave.

On her diplomatic tours to other countries, she had seen them - men and women turned into gross caricatures of their former selves, their organs swelled to strange proportions and the rest of their bodies made impossibly attractive. She had turned away from them, appalled at their appearance and wanton nature, but secretly she had been curious. Upon coming home she had asked her daughter about the magics needed to change them into what they were, and Daphnia had replied that yes, they did exist, but they had been forbidden in Erecia for as long as they could remember. She couldn't help but wonder what life was like for one of them...doomed to do nothing except couple day in and day out, serving others in pleasure with no choice in the matter.

But here she was, stuck in the body of one of those slaves. She guessed that it was only a matter of time before her question was answered.

She touched herself again slowly. That was what the potion was supposed to do? She felt it was a cruel game by the alchemist that made it. What was he thinking? And what had her mother seen in him?

It had saved her in a sense, though. No one would suspect that the voluptuous pleasure slave in the queen's quarters was the former ruler of Erecia. In that way she had indeed been rescued, though not in the way that she had expected or wanted.

She stole out of her rooms, walking slowly as she began accustomed to her new figure. Her entire center of gravity had changed, and she had initial difficulty in walking in a straight line. Strangely enough, instead of being a hindrance, her immense chest served as a counterbalance of sorts. She had to walk with it thrust out slightly and take careful steps, but it did help steady her wavering gait as she made it out of her rooms and into the castle proper.

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It was a simple matter for her to sneak into the slave's quarters and pose as one of them. What with the turmoil from the coup, no one bothered to count an extra slave girl or two, and Gladia found that she was not the only one there. Far from it - where there had previously only been servants and maids-in-waiting, now the courtyard and quarters overflowed with female and male slaves of all sizes and descriptions. Some of them were elfsluts - with breasts almost as large as hers, long, tapering ears and beautiful, sharp faces. Still others seemed to be cast from the same mold as her - tall and tanned, with long hair reached to the small of their back and sensuous, full lips. She noted with some degree of consternation, or pride, that none of them seemed to have breasts as big as hers were.

Adjusting to life as a pleasure slave was easy enough. Pleasure Slaves didn't need to think, or give commands, or do anything - they only needed to go where they were told, and do what they were instructed to do. She followed the rest of the slaves docilely, going to the mess halls to eat with them, and returning to the slave quarters at night. With any luck no one would notice her, and she would be safe from the prying eyes of Rampillion's enforcers.

But there was one thing that continued to loom large in her mind. She kept to herself, wary of talking, or of drawing any undue attention to herself whatsoever, but the blossoming heat between her legs would not be denied. And she knew that she could not escape her duties forever.

So it was with equal relief and horror when one day, during a passing inspection, an overseer pointed to her and told her to go to the male slave quarters.

The walk there was the longest she had ever taken in her life. Each step seemed to take an eternity, and as she neared her destination what had been a subtle heat between her legs had flared into a raging inferno. She debated running away...but where would she go? No one recognized her as the queen. There was no antidote to the potion that she knew of. In the deepest parts of her mind, a dark desire flowered, and that - more than the need for secrecy or self-preservation - propelled her to where she knew she would be used mercilessly.

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When she finally arrived at the slave quarters, she was surprised at what awaited her there. Firstly, she hadn't expected the male slaves to be quite so...attractive. They ranged in type from bald to bearded, all different colors and sizes. She recognized some dark, swarthy ones as being from the Southern isles, and other blondes from the Aesgarth Isles. But what they all had in common were fit bodies and muscles, hard lines and strong backs that only served to make inflame her desire further.

And their cocks...so many of them. The queen was not exactly a stranger to men's genitalia - after all, she had had children before. But when her new body and perspective, she was able to appreciate them in a completely new light. They seemed so strong, so hard and long and...big. Her eyes darted from one to the next, noting each whorl and vein. Some were circumcised, topped with bulging purple heads, and some weren't, but they all looked so...so...delicious.

Once again Gladia wasn't sure if it was the potion speaking or her, but it had ceased to matter the instant she had stepped into the room. She knew what was going to happen, and judging by the lust-filled looks that the men were shooting her, they knew as well. She was a pleasure slave, and she was going to have to serve the slaves to the best of her ability.

Serve the slaves? She, the queen? But she couldn't help but feel a spark being ignited in her loins at the very thought. There was something about them - their raw masculinity, their muscled chests and ardent stares, that made inflamed her desire. Potion or no, she was in the grip of something greater than herself, and she found herself obeying that without question.

She walked over slowly, still not fully used to her new endowments. By leaning back slightly as she walked and thrusting her chest out, she could ensure that she didn't topple over - with the end result of proudly displaying her charms for everyone to see. Gladia suspected that that was another effect of the potion, but she had no way to ask the old man who made it to know if that was true. It had taken her some time to get used to how to move readily again, and how the giant weights on her chest would bounce over so slowly when she even so much as took a step.

Twelve pairs of eyes were riveted to her enormous breasts as slowly swayed forwards, and she discovered to her amazement and shame that as she neared the waiting men that she was almost drooling in anticipation. She resisted the urge to start fingering herself, and instead strolled over to them as nonchalantly as she could manage.

They were chained to the wall, so it was up to her to initiate things. Dropping to her knees near the closest slave - a bald, muscled giant of a man, she gently took his member into her mouth. The transformed queen had never given a blowjob before, but what she lacked in technique she more than made up for in enthusiasm, licking and sucking with barely concealed passion. Within seconds the slave came into her waiting mouth with a groan, and she found herself swallowing his cum with enjoyment.

She was about to move on to the next, but the slave she had just sucked off suddenly reached out to grab her by the waist. The chains were apparently longer than she thought...Gladia fought for a moment to get away, but was easily overpowered. With a guttural grunt and completely without preamble, the slave had twisted the queen around and plunged his still-hard length into her.

Gladia's eyes bugged out in surprise. It was all so sudden! But within seconds she found herself moaning and rocking her wide hips back to meet the slave's hard thrusts. A few moments of their frenzied motions and she found herself orgasm hard - her new body was just too sensitive. But the slave paid her no heed, rutting into her with the tenacity of a bull and the stamina to match. It was barely a minute into their savage mating when she crested the wave again, her lover following suit scant seconds later, spurting into her willing tunnel.

She collapsed onto the floor, hot cum dripping from her well-used slit. It took her a while to recover from the shattering orgasm she had experienced, and she shot a slightly annoyed glance at the slave, who simply grinned back at her. Lying on the floor, breathing hard with her legs splayed open for all the men in the room to see - she discovered three things. The first that she wasn't really angry at him - she was more grateful than anything else. The second was that what she just had experienced was the best sex she ever had in her life.

And the third was that she was still horny.

As she staggered to her feet, the last fact continued to ring inside her skull, obliterating all other thoughts. She righted herself, thrusting her prodigious chest outwards. Slaves or no, these were still her people, and as a queen, she was honor-bound to do them justice. She walked over to them slowly, licking her lips in anticipation.

Which in this case meant coupling with them in every way possible. They were still restrained by chains, so a full range of movement was not feasible, but they did what they could with their limited circumstances. She knelt to suck them off, then stood to fit their thick rods into her weeping cunt, then turned around to let them ravage her from behind. Between rounds, she even got it into her head to tease them. She danced away from their grasping hands and fondled her own oversized breasts, delighting in the fact that they were helpless to do anything but watch. The orbs were big enough that if she tried hard, she could even lift a nipple to her mouth. And so she did just that, looking up from her sucking to see that her display had aroused her audience even more. Releasing her breasts, she stroked her burning pussy, while meeting the slaves' eyes - until eventually lust overcame her and she approached them once again.

The orgy continued. One by one they took her on all fours, spurting into her wet channel again and again. One particularly burly slave even managed to lift her up and impale her on his rod while standing up, so that he could bounce her up and down while burying his head between her colossal chest at the same time. He even found the time and dexterity to slip an erect nipple into his mouth and suck on it - an act that made the former queen throw back her head and come again right there and then. Yet another managed to lift a long leg over his head. Gladia was surprised it was even possible, but her new body kept amazing her at every turn. He thrust into her at an angle that rubbed her just the right way. Still others pressed her down onto the cold stone floor until her giant tits were smashed against the rough surface and then proceeded to hammer her into pleasant oblivion.

Gladia lost track of time and how many men she has serviced. Her world became one of spurting cocks and hungry mouths, and after she had sated each man in the room, she started with the first again, until even she was exhausted and collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap on the dungeon floor. She was so tired that she couldn't keep her eyes open, and so she didn't try, letting exhaustion overcome her slowly but surely.

Before sleep crept over her, the last thought in Gladia's mind was that if this was the life of a pleasure slave...then maybe it wasn't that bad.

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The potion had done its work - no one could tell that the dark-haired, tanned, busty and horny slut that seemingly lived to fuck had been in fact the ruler of the kingdom. Her recently discovered voracious appetite for carnal activities gave her quite a reputation in the slave quarters, and throughout the castle. She was safe from the usurper and his guards, and had no worry about being found out or killed. She had food to eat, even if it was a far cry from the luxurious repasts she was used to - a bed to sleep, even a cold pallet on the floor was better than being dead - and a way to pass the time, though on all fours or her back.

She observed the changes in her kingdom with dismay. The castle guard had been replaced with Rampillion's soldiers - brutish thugs who pushed and shoved commoners and nobles alike around with equal impunity. The weekly handouts of food to the starving children from the neighboring villages had been stopped completely. While she was making her rounds, there was talk of doing away with most of the old laws and replacing them with... she didn't want to know what.

But she was powerless to do anything. She only hoped that her children were safe.

Meanwhile, she was kept busy by the constant heat between her legs and her daily activities. She was constantly dispatched to beds and quarters around the castle to serve the seemingly insatiably appetites of the other slaves, nd the guards as well. She might find their behavior reprehensible in the extreme, but Gladia had to admit that their stiff pricks and hard bodies brought her much pleasure...or was that just the potion again? Word around the castle had it that she was not the only slut at large - there was supposed to be another equally horny one in the other wings - but Gladia was too busy to verify the rumors. Orgies didn't exactly leave one room for conversation, and when she was finished with her work, she was often too exhausted to do anything but sigh in a contented heap on the floor.

Life in the slave quarters was strangely pleasant. Few slaves spoke her language, but they all seemed to share an easy camaderie born of their mutual situation. They ate together, slept together and of course... fucked together. There was no standing on ceremony, no rules and regulations to follow. She wondered if she was how the commonfolk lived, without the need for formality, pomp and circumstances.

Gladia found herself enjoying the company and the food, laughing along with whatever crude jokes she could understand and enjoying the admiring glances of the female slaves and the lust filled ones of the males. Despite the potion's influence, she evinced no desire for other females - during the late nights, she had experimented with a few of them, but she still vastly preferred cock to pussy, and the other slaves that she played with seemed not to mind.

Speaking of cocks... She grew adept at teasing the other male slaves, lightly touching their chests, blinking at them ever so slowly, and of course, swinging her heaving breasts to and fro, delighting in the hypnotic effect it seems to have. They gave as good as they got - licking their lips when she entered the room, and slapping her rounded ass whenever the opportunity presented itself. And then of course, when both parties had had enough of eyeing each other, they would grab her wide hips, and she would shriek in mock affront, then they would then proceed to fuck her brains out.

She was continually amazed at how sensitive and lush her new body was. It seemed like all it took was a look from an interested man and she would began to gush copiously. What started as a sense of shame - she was the queen! She shouldn't behave in this way! - was soon swept away by the raw lust that surged through her body. She moaned the instant anyone touched her, almost came when she was kissed, and when they finally got to the act itself...every thrust and roll of the hips seemed to bring her to paradise.

And her breasts! They were the first thing anyone looked at when they saw her, and she couldn't blame them. They dominated her frame, twin mountains of flesh jutting out in front of her, practically demanding that you pay attention to them. It didn't help that due to their size they tended to bounce and sway whenever she walked or made even the smallest of motions. She grew used to the stares that she got as she walked around the castle grounds, and often, when she was feeling a little bit naughty, she would jiggle them ever so slightly when she caught someone looking, then look them right in the eye as they tried to look away.

Of course, some didn't look away and stared right back...which was generally a prelude to finding an empty room somewhere and become better acquainted with each other.

Sex with the slaves was a wild, unrestrained affair. There were no social niceties to be observed, no witty repartee or innuendo. She would gaze in frank interest at each slave - white or dark-skinned, admiring their chiseled muscles and broad, strong backs. Then invariably her eyes would trace their way down their bodies and rest upon their genitals, and she would find herself moistening from both mouths...and when she looked back them, they would be smiling at her with naked lust, their eyes locked onto her massive breasts.

She could orgasm - and often did - from someone just licking and sucking them, fondling and palming the huge orbs. Her partners couldn't seem to get enough of them - seizing them with rough and calloused hands and attempting to devour them with hungry mouths. She lost count of the amount of times that she orgasmed from men and women sucking on her nipples alone, and she loved it when someone would penetrate her while their hands were busy with her generous mounds.

Her activities were not limited to breast play alone. Her favorite position was her straddling a man, bouncing on his erect cock while another was in her mouth. If she timed things just right, they would all go off in quick succession, and she delighted in the feeling of hot cum rushing into her mouth and her willing tunnel as she crested her own peak.

She found herself perpetually slick in readiness, almost dripping even when she did the most mundane of activities. Gladia told herself it was just the potion's fault, but deep inside her she knew that something had changed about her as well. It was the sheer freedom of her life now, to be able to. It turned her on beyond belief to be seized roughly. She let out shrieks of mock protest, but once a slave had impaled her on his cock and another presented his own to suck, all that emerged from her mouth were moans of pleasure. From being fucked roughly, to having her rounded behind spanked and her colossal chest fondled and stroked, she could not get enough of whatever fleshly delights the days had in store for her.

Weeks passed in a chain of orgies, but even as Gladia reveled in the pure carnal nature of it, a part of her still worried for her children, and her kingdom. But there was nothing she could do, and so she tried to put the thoughts of them out of her mind.

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This day was a long and tiring for the transformed queen. She was making her way back to the slave quarters, sweat and semen stained and utterly and completely satisfied, when she saw a hooded figure in the gardens.

She was curious despite herself. It wasn't the gardener, nor was it one of the castle folk. They simply stood there silently, as if waiting for her. As she stopped and stared, they reached out with a crooked finger to beckon her closer. Gladia walked towards the figure slowly.

"Greetings, your Highness."

The queen took a step backwards in shock. How did it know who she was? The potion was supposed to have transformed her-

"I know what you are thinking, and rest assured, the potion worked as well as the alchemist that created it wanted it to." continued the hooded stranger. "I am not here to tell you about that, though. I know where your son and daughter are, and what has happened to them."

Gladia fought to keep the tension out of her voice as she replied. "Where are they? Are they safe? Did the wizard..."

The figure raised a finger to its lips in the universal gesture for silence. "I am afraid I do not have the time to explain. I can only remain here for a short time before Rampillion notices me. All I can say is that - there is a resistance movement, and we require your aid. Give us your word, and I will give you mine that we will do all in our power to restore the royal family to its rightful place."

Gladia grew suddenly wary. She was no stranger to negotiation, but at the same time, she also knew that in her current situation, she was in no place to bargain. So instead she asked a simple question. "How do I know I can trust you? For that matter, how do I know that you can trust me?"

If she could see under the figure's hood, she was sure it would have smiled, but there was only the faintest hint of mirth in its reply. "You do not know if you can trust me. There is no way I can convince you in the time I have. However, I am sure that I can trust you...because the word of is her bond."

The queen bit her lip in consternation. Whoever was this mysterious stranger in front of her, it definitely had her measure and then some. It was right - right about her word, right about her transformation, and if those two things were true, it most probably was right about the fate of her children as well. She came to a sudden decision and nodded.

"I give you my word that I will assist your...resistance in any way possible, if you will do the same for my family and I." After all, what did she have to lose? The thing about holding none of the cards also meant that you could gamble freely.

"It is good that we could come to an agreement, your Highness. I shall be back with news forthwith."

Before either of them could say more, the hooded figure vanished as mysteriously as it had appeared, leaving the queen in stunned silence.

Continued in Chapter 3

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