Princess Hope
by Sarah Barndt

I had been an orphan, abandoned on the steps of the convent and raised by the
good sisters until I was 12. Then I was apprenticed to the miller. My life
had not been too bad. Many babes of Caldonia were abandoned because times
were bad. They had been ever since Duke Mondragon had killed good King Stefan
and Queen Felicity. Of course, to say so was treason. The chronicles said
they were killed by bandits and the Duke became Lord Protector to save the
country. The evil duke also killed the newborn princess, or so it was said.
It is also said that the white witches of the forest had hidden the baby,
Princess Hope. Rumors were that they changed her into something else, so the
Duke would never find her. Some said she was turned into a beautiful swan,
others a unicorn, There was even one that they had turned her into boy. No
one really believed any of them. They were just tales told by old men to
small children, recalling a long lost golden age and perpetuating hopeless
dreams of their return. But there was a need for hope. In the 16 years since,
the countryside has been ravaged by tax collectors and any brigand with the
wisdom to split his stolen loot with the Duke. The knights hated him but
could not break their oath of fealty without proof of his treachery, and
worse was yet to come. Upon the 20th anniversary of his villainy, he planned
to have himself crowned king. He and his ruthless family, would rule -
forever.

I was luckier than most. At the convent I was well cared for and taught to
read and write. The miller was a kind man who not only taught me the trade,
he left his gristmill to me when he died. I was sad at his passing, but very
happy with his final act of generosity. I missed him, but I now owned a
wonderful gristmill along with a fine house, the woods nearby and a
fish-filled pond that also fed the great waterwheel that drove the
millstones. Carrying sacks and working the great wheel and millstones had
made me a strong, hard-muscled youth and many a shire maiden wished to catch
my eye. Hester, the milk maid, had introduced me to the pleasures of manhood
- many times. At the age of 17 I was looking forward to a quiet, but
prosperous life and was making plans of marrying a sweet woman and have a
family of my own.

I was repairing a leak in the chute that carried water to the great wheel
when a knight and an old woman rode up to my humble mill. I was soaked and
covered with green slime from the pond but a climbed down from the wheel and
greeted my noble guests. It occurred to me I had never actually spoken to a
noble before. I was getting ready to speak and offer some cider when the
knight grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and dunked me in my own mill
race! Several times my head was plunged under the water and pulled out.
Convinced, I assumed, that I was clean enough to be in his presence, he
dragged me out. He turned to the woman and said, "Is he the one?" The old
woman looked me over, smiled, and said, "Yes. He'll be perfect." I was thrown
roughly over the knights saddle and we rode off.

It was almost nightfall when we arrived at our destination. I was scared now.
It was the royal palace! What could they want with me? I protested that I had
done nothing and begged for mercy. My entreaties were answered by a swift
blow to the head. Dazed, I found silence. The knight dragged me into the
throne room, while the old woman followed us. I had never laid eyes upon the
Duke before this day and I prayed with all my soul that I could have avoided
it now. He was tall and angular with a hard, cruel face. His head was shaven
and he wore a pointed black goatee. All of his clothes which deep, shimmering
black, as if reflecting his soul to the world. My blood ran cold. Hands
behind his back, he walked confidently to my prostrate form.

"Do you know who I am, boy?" he commanded. I whispered that I did. He
signaled that I was to stand before him.

"Have you heard tales of my treachery? How I had King Stefan, his wife and
newborn daughter killed?" I was trembling as I said I had heard those 'lies'
but did not believe them. He laughed evilly.

"Then, you're a fool. I DID do all those things. Have you heard the rumors
that white witches of the forest rescued the princess and turned her into a
boy to hide her from me?" Nearly fainting, I answered I had heard those
tales, too.

"That's good, boy. Many people know them. Worse. They believe them. I had
planned to ascend the throne on the 20th anniversary of Stefan's death, but
this belief that a princess still lives amongst us is making the people
restless. But fear not. I have found a solution. Would it surprise you to
know that I have found our dear princess? That I will restore her to her
girlish form? That I will MARRY her? And sire a new dynasty through her?"

I was shaking as I answered that I did not know these things. I still didn't
understand why I had been brought here. The Duke chuckled at my torment and
continued. "You should know, boy. YOU are Princess Hope." My eyes went wide!
The Duke took my face in his hands. His dark. cold eyes bore through me. "At
least that's what I will tell the people. They are such sheep and so
convinced of their own fables that I will use it against them. I assure you,
the princess IS dead, but you were born in the right month of the right year.
You have no family to deny my claim. YOU will become Princess Hope in front
of all the knights of the realm. Then, after an appropriate courtship,
announce your love for me and our betrothal. And do this you will - BOY. If
you defy me or betray me you have my oath that 100 peasants will suffer in
your place. Do you understand me ... boy."

My head was swimming. This was all too much to take, but I knew I had to
answer, or forfeit my life - or 100 innocent lives. "Y-y-yesss," I whispered,
my head down. The Duke smiled, knowing he had won. "So. What is your name,"
he commanded. "M-m-m-miles," was my reply. His gloved hand slapped me hard
across the face. "I SAID. WHAT IS YOUR NAME!" he roared. I understood.
"P-princess ..... H-hope," I answered.

"Good answer- princess. This woman is Zanta. She is a sorceress of some
talent. She will say she is Druscilla, the forest witch, who will reverse the
spell that disguised you. Actually, it is a potion of her own devising that
will make a female of you. I understand the process is not ..... pleasant,
but I am sure no sacrifice is too dear for your subjects. Right, princess." I
agreed.

I was immediately taken away where I was bathed and dressed in fine clothes.
Heralds went throughout the land announcing the 'happy' news. Five days later
I was, once again, led to the throne room, this time dressed in a white satin
robe. The lords of Caldonia were all assembled. They huddled around me,
telling me stories about my 'parents' and how much they missed them. Their
devotion was genuine, and touching. It saddened me that I was an impostor.
They deserved better, but what could I do. Outside the window, a crowd could
be heard murmuring. Duke Mondragon led me to the window. The crowd grew
louder. He spoke. "People of Caldonia! I bring joyous news! After many years
of searching, I have found our long lost Princess Hope!" The crowd roared.
"I, too, had heard the legends but being a man of reason, I found them hard
to believe but with the help of the good witch Druscilla I have found the boy
who is our dear princess in disguise! And Now! DRUSCILLA WILL BREAK THE
SPELL!!!!" The crowd went wild. Druscilla stepped forward. "People of
Caldonia. This is a powerful spell. It will take a full cycle of the moon to
break. I have asked that the lords of Caldonia stay at the palace during that
time to witness this miracle. And the Duke has decreed that those weeks shall
be declared - A FESTIVAL!" Once again the crowd went wild. The din continued
for almost an hour.

Meanwhile I was led back to the assembled peerage. Druscilla came to me with
a goblet of a thick liquid. She said that I would drink a cup a day until the
spell was broken. I took the foul cup to my lips and drained it. My fate was
sealed. I became light-headed and needed a bit of support. "It has begun,"
the duke said to the lords. I was led away - to become a princess. Halfway
across the hall I groaned and fell to my knees, clutching my stomach. My
teeth were clenched in pain. It was agonizing, but I did not, would not,
scream. Two handmaidens were instantly by my side, stroking my head and
soothing me. After a few moments the pain faded away and my ladies-in-waiting
helped me to my feet. I was humiliated by the display of weakness. "Look!"
Someone shouted. Murmurs of approval flowed from the crowd. "His hair has
turned red!" I grasped some of my, now, longer hair. It was, indeed, red! I
felt ill. This wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare.

Back in my new chambers, I was shocked as the ladies helped dress me for bed.
I tried to cover my manliness, but it was useless. I was so ashamed. I got an
erection! The ladies just - giggled. "Be not shy, milady," Lady Penelope
said. "We are all married women and mothers. A manly shaft cannot shock us.
It is merely a part of your disguise, milady. Beneath your rather handsome
countenance beats the heart of a woman. Soon, you'll be one of us, with a
maidenhead - and a maiden's modesty we hope." They all giggled at that. I was
dressed in a silken gown that seemed like it was made from spider webs, so
light and soft was it. The sheets were soft and sweet-smelling, the bed
plush. In spite of my fears, I fell into a deep, restful sleep.

A week later I was much changed. While I still looked like a boy, I was no
longer the strapping lad I had been. My muscles were but a shadow of their
former glory and my complexion was paler. Rich auburn hair covered my ears
and nearly reached my narrowing shoulders. My waning strength was beginning
to frighten me, as was my loss of stature. I was 2" shorter now and felt much
weaker and more vulnerable than I had since I was a child. The most awful
change was not so plainly seen, however. My balls were gone. While I still
had a cock, albeit a smaller one, my balls had pulled inside me.

My ladies-in-waiting also wrought changes of their own. Twice a day, upon
waking and before bed, they brushed my hair. Creams, lotions and scented oils
were rubbed into my softening skin. I still wore the white satin robe. It was
part of the spell, but my ladies added a pink silk sash about my waist and
some jewelry. They also had begun to apply some rouge to my cheeks and lips.
I tried to deny it, but my face was changing subtly. Days were spent learning
how to walk gracefully, embroider, ride side-saddle, dance or other womanly
skills, and always I was surrounded by the hen-like clucking of ladies
gossip. Sometimes I feared I would go mad from the brainless chattering. The
worst part of my day was at noon, when I drank more potion. I felt awful a
considerable time afterwards and my insides spasmed painfully. I was finding
it harder and harder to hold my tongue. The only real joy in my day was from
Toppi the court jester. He was a nimble dwarf with a quick wit and sweet
voice. He could do acrobatics, juggle, tell jokes or sing a madrigal. He
helped me forget my pain, both of my body - and soul.

The palace staff already treated me like a princess. They all bowed or
curtsied when I entered a room and I could feel everyone's eyes upon me,
noting each new growth or shrinkage of one part of my body or another. At
meals, the Duke treated me as a girl, as well, though it was with a certain
condescension or possessiveness that I found annoying. The men rose from
their seats when I entered a room, and held my chair for me. It was a nicety
but also a constant reminder that I was, in many ways, inferior to them;
weaker, more helpless, in need of the aid of a big, strong man. It angered
me, though my anger turned to dread as the weeks passed and their aid changed
from a courtesy to a necessity. To my astonishment, the chairs WERE too heavy
to move easily, the doors, too, as my muscles withered away.

Two weeks into my nightmare found me a shrunken, pathetic shell of my former,
robust self. I was, again, two inches shorter at 5'8". My muscles were almost
completely gone. My Adam's Apple had vanished into my slimmer, ever more
graceful neck, raising my voice to a childish pitch. My hands were femininely
slim; my feet wore ladies slippers comfortably. While before, I was being
treated as a lady, now I was being treated as a female. When the
ladies-in-waiting brushed my shoulder-length hair, or washed my smooth,
child-like face, they would do it in the bath with me! Naked! As was I! You
see, by now my cock was also gone. It had withdrawn into the folds of what
had been my man-sack. Outwardly, I looked like them. Since I was no longer
capable of an erection, they no longer felt any need for modesty. No dream of
Eros that I had had when a man compared to the parade of naked female flesh
that I saw for hours of every day, but it brought me no pleasure, for I was
indeed, just like them. My white satin robe now revealed a slim waist when
the sash was tied; a slight swell of a future, womanly bottom could be seen
when the light was right, as well as girlish nipples.

The pain when I took the potion was getting worse - I suppose. I moaned and
groaned through each dose now, my manly forbearance all but gone. Druscilla
seemed to derive pleasure from that, as did the Duke. When we were alone, he
would touch me in a way that made my flesh crawl, as if I were already his -
bride. The true horror of my situation was only then being revealed. He not
only intended to turn me into a woman and marry me, he intended to - to - USE
me as a woman!

It was the 22nd day of my transformation. Druscilla and my ladies were
gathered around me as I writhed on the floor, screaming. My insides were on
fire! I could feel them moving! "Fear not, ladies," the witch told them. "She
is growing her womanhood; her womb, her eggs. Much like childbirth, they must
be earned through pain. Such is a woman's lot." My ladies-in-waiting,
especially the mothers, nodded with agreement. Pain is part of the
sisterhood's ritual, and I was joining that sisterhood whether I wanted to or
not.

My agony passed, for today, and I was helped to my dainty feet. I was no
longer taller than them, and shorter than some. As the last spasms trembled
my body I felt my vagina twitch. Yes, I had grown a love canal between my
legs. Even I thought of myself as a girl now. My robe was down to my ankles
as I became still shorter. My face was that of a young girl, a pretty young
girl, and my skin was smooth, soft and milky. A pink satin ribbon kept my
long hair flowing down my back. It was no longer difficult to see my girlish
behind, or my burgeoning hips, and now, the small cones of my tender, new
breasts were there for all the world to see.

I went to my rooms. I couldn't bear they way everyone examined me. The palace
was full of eyes and all of them seemed to be on my chest. I looked out a
window. Way down in the street, beyond the walls, some young men were
keggling. They rolled the heavy balls, balls I could no longer even lift, at
the wooden pins and laughed and drank their ale. How I envied them. I felt
trapped. As I grew smaller, my world seemed to grow smaller as well. I had
even come to welcome the gossiping and was turning into a clucking hen
myself!

During the next week, the potion had to be forcibly poured down my throat. I
couldn't stand the pain! The halls echoed my screams. Lady Penelope would
shed tears for me as I suffered, clutching my heaving belly like a woman in
labor. Druscilla merely smiled. My bosom was becoming noticeable, especially
to me. The young breasts, though still small, were of sufficient size to
bounce slightly, especially in the high heeled shoes I was required to wear
because my gown reached the floor without them, so short was I, and the white
satin accentuated a youthful, female physique.

I was walking down a hall when I felt the Duke's eyes roaming over my
backside. I spun around, and there he was. "Good day, princess," he gloated
as he bowed. He was mocking me. "Zanta tells me you have resisted your
potion. Need I remind you of my promise?" My cheeks flushed with rage. The
pain was getting worse everyday, but couldn't let 100 innocents suffer for my
weakness. "I will - obey," I replied without looking at him, in my new, soft,
girlish voice. "May I add, you are looking lovelier by the day. When I began
this scheme, it was merely to insure my power, but now it seems I will be
receiving serendipitous gifts," he crooned as his stared straight at my
expanding bosom. I crossed my arms over chest to impede his view, turned and
walked away. "My, my. You are lovely from EVERY angle, princess," he taunted.
Fortunately he couldn't see me cry.

My hands were trembling as I raised the 30th dose of potion to my lips. Lady
Penelope stood by my side to steady my hand. The pain had been getting worse
every day. I wasn't sure I could endure it anymore. I had barely returned the
cup to Druscilla when I clutched my abdomen and shrieked like a banshee. It
had NEVER been this bad before! AAAAAA!!! I clutched at Lady Penelope's arm.
"OH, PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!!! I can't - I can't .... UUUU -OO- OOO.
AAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!! " I fell to my knees. My body was on fire. My insides were
churning and pulling until I thought I would turn inside out. My breasts
throbbed, my very bones ached. I writhed on the floor and heaved as if to
vomit, then it would start all over. Mercifully, it passed, though I ached
all over. I was soaked in sweat all over my body. More so between my legs. As
my vision cleared I looked up and saw the faces of my ladies-in-waiting
looking down on me, but they were smiling, some crying for joy. I was
confused. They weren't looking at my face, but at my groin. I looked at it,
too. Immediately I saw my bosom had grown considerably. I was blessed with
breasts the size of large, round apples. I gasped from the sight between my
legs. I was bleeding! They all stared at the red stain spreading across my
satin gown. "She bleeds like a woman. It is done. Our princess has returned,"
said Lady Penelope. I was helped up and quickly rushed to my rooms. They all
were talking at once. I came to understand that I wasn't bleeding from an
injury, it was my time of the month! I was not just a girl, I was a woman! I
felt faint.

I was kept in my rooms for the next two days as I suffered through my first
bout of Eve's curse. My ladies kept me to bed and brought hot water bottles
for my cramps, and chamomile tea. Every few hours they would change the
blood-stained towel between my legs. Until now, I hadn't even noticed that I
had re-grown my pubic hair. They tried to reassure me. I wish they hadn't.
"It's actually a blessing, princess. Tis a sure sign you're ready for
marriage and babies, and a small price to pay it is, I assure you, for the
joys of motherhood." On the third day I was allowed to go out again. I no
longer had to wear the mystical gown and my ladies were eager to dress me in
all the fine garments they had prepared for me. We spent hours getting me
ready for my first public- appearance as a grown woman, and what an event it
was to be- a grand ball to celebrate the return, and betrothal, of Princess
Hope.

I thought I had suffered all the indignities of womanhood, but I was
mistaken. While in the mystical robe, I had been spared all the problems of
panties, petticoats, bustles, silk stockings, corsets, bodices, tiny shoes
and arm-length gloves. Dressed thusly and with my waist-length hair elegantly
coiffed, I felt as trussed-up as a Christmas goose. It was a challenge just
to walk with all this weighing me down. At the Duke's urging, my dresses and
gowns had been styled to show a good bit of cleavage. My gown was pale pink
with rose highlights, and long train. I wore a tall, pointed coronet on my
head, with a veil, but the bodice was extremely tight fitting, and low cut.
In this gown, it was all I could do to keep my perfumed nipples modestly
concealed. On the hated Duke's arm I was presented to my subjects, and I
danced with all the lords of Caldonia, until my womanized constitution could
bear no more. My lose of stature was all the more dramatic. I had to look up
into the eyes of the shortest man there. I disliked being small and frail;
being female. I stayed for the toasts to 'the future happiness' of the Duke
and I, and I wore a false smile, but my heart was aching. I had to, somehow,
save these good people from the Duke's tyranny.

After the ball, my intended made some changes. One that hurt me was he sent
Toppi, the jester, away. I missed his laughter terribly. All of my ladies,
save for Lady Penelope, were also returned to their families. The witch
Zanta, still known to all as Druscilla, had begun a new daily ritual for me.
Each day I was bathed in milk and then bathed in warm, rose water. It was
dramatically more pleasant than her previous ritual, and had no choice but to
enjoy it, though I was certain it was more of the Duke's treachery. My
monthly periods came with all the agony of my transformation. They were heavy
and regular, so I planned on being 'indisposed' for three days of every
month. Over time I learned that women have courage, too. It was in my 4th
month of maidenhood that I discovered what that treachery was.

I was trying to put on a dress that I had worn many times before. It didn't
feel right and Lady Penelope could not button it up the back. "Princess. I
dare say that you have become more womanly these past months. I see more
flesh upon your hips and your bosoms are fuller," she grunted as she tried to
close the dress. I had her remove it and went to a mirror. Indeed. I had
become more shapely. I was fuller and rounder of figure. I cupped my breasts.
They seemed to fill my hands more. Even my nipples seemed larger. Initially
we both assumed it normal for a girl my age and had the seamstress let out my
clothes. It was just about then that the dreams began.

They were always the same. I was naked and astride a snow, white unicorn. I
was passing through a forest in spring, the air heavy with the scent of
blossoms and soft, petals falling like show all about me. The unicorn was
being led by a tall, handsome man in the garb of a forester, except he too
was all in white. A sensuous warmth would fill my belly and I would
experience some wonderful sensations. Upon waking in the morning, my womanly
parts would be engorged, moist and tingling.

I continued to fill out as well. My hips grew wider and rounder, while my
breasts grew fuller and heavier by the week. I sometimes felt sharp twinges
through the bones of my hips. By the 8th month of my maidenhood I was quite
voluptuous and full bosomed. My breasts were now the size of small melons and
were much admired by the court. Zanta's glee at my development convinced me
she was responsible. I confronted the Duke at dinner. He didn't try to deny
anything. "Yes, my beloved. The magic used to make you a woman is now making
you more of a woman. Now that you know, there is no further need for
discretion." He clapped his hands and servants brought out many platters of
food and placed them in front of me. Zanta entered the room and forced
another of her foul potions into me. I didn't feel ill this time, merely
hungry. I began to eat. "Eat hearty, milady. Beef and beer, and Zanta's
magic, will put a woman's curves on you. I'll be needing a buxom maiden to be
broodmare of the Mondragon dynasty. By our wedding, you'll be as broad-hipped
and full-breasted as a peasant woman."

The Duke announced that Lady Penelope had, also, been sent home. The arrogant
monster could now reveal his fiendish plot. When all the lords of Caldonia
were assembled for our wedding they would asked to give a toast to the 'happy
couple'. The wine would be poisoned! The Duke as my husband would become
Prince Consort, then I would name him king, and we would replace the dead
noble houses with our sons and daughters! I couldn't believe it. I was to be
the mother of evil.

Zanta had now replaced Lady Penelope as my lady-in-waiting. I continued to
expand from her ministrations. Though my belly and waist stayed slim, my hips
widened further so I wouldn't be too uncomfortable during the many years of
fruitfulness that awaited me. But it was my breasts the became truly awesome.
Each day my view downward was more restricted by my growing breasts. My
nipples were becoming enormous, too, and very sensitive. I began to wonder if
I was meant to suckle just the heirs to the throne, or the entire nation!
Week by week they grew larger and heavier. It was no longer possible to look
modest in anything I wore. My breasts were always jutting out regardless of
the dress. Once, while reaching for a roll at the dinner table, I knocked
over a wine glass with my left boob. My pubic hair grew thicker as well and
my womanly parts stayed engorged and puffy. While I was still a virgin, there
were days when I did not feel very virginal, as my fingers diddled my wet
hole. When Zanta gave me my daily milk bath, she spent much time sucking on
my growing nipples. At first, I was repulsed, but to my shame came to enjoy
it. Wanton, un-virginal thoughts filled my head. Only when I thought of the
mysterious man in my dreams did I feel pure again.

It was now only two weeks to my marriage. I was soaking in a warm bath. I
found it a pleasant diversion. The warm rose water helped support my huge
bosom and relaxed my sore back. I was drifting into a pleasant dream of
unicorns when a hand was clasped over my mouth! I couldn't scream, but began
to thrash wildly, my fat breasts sloshing the water from the tub. My
assailant faced me. It was Toppi! "It is only me, princess. I have come to
rescue you." He released me and I began to speak but he hushed me. He offered
a towel as I stood up, my huge bosom swinging heavily. "Princess, what
happened to you," he gasped, astounded at my metamorphosis. I covered myself
as best I could, but I was too much woman of late to conceal much. My breasts
were now the size of watermelons. I hoped to, at least, cover my thick, red
nipples but only succeeded in making my breasts ripple. "Zanta did this to
me. I avoid the dairy these days for fear of making the cows jealous," I
quipped in an attempt to relieve our mutual embarrassment. "But that is not
the half of it. I am not really Princess Hope," and I told him everything. He
smiled. "I know, dear princess. I have always known. And others know, too.
Others that can help you. That can help us all."

He had me get dressed in a modest gown suitable for travel. To my shock, he
opened a secret panel in my room that I had never known existed! I tried to
run, but my bosom bounced too much. A brisk walk was all I could manage. It
led to a cave beneath the palace and long tunnel to the outside, way beyond
the walls. There he had secreted a horse - a white horse. He hoisted me, with
some difficulty due to my increased bulk, into the side saddle and led the
horse deep into the forest. We traveled this way for many days. It was an
arduous journey, but Toppi kept a hard pace for we both knew the Duke would
be in hot pursuit. In spite of the risks, I found myself wishing to stop and
rest. The last year of pampering and idleness had taken its toll. I had
become too soft and dainty for this journey. The wool traveling cloak felt
coarse and irritated my now delicate skin. The trotting of the horse caused
my generous bosom to sway uncomfortably. I tired easily and the deep woods I
had once loved now just seemed chilly. I couldn't endure much more of this.
It hurt to admit it, but in more ways than just my body, I was not the man I
used to be. I was a spoiled, lazy .. useless bit of fluff. I told Toppi that
he must leave me behind. "Go. I'm only slowing you down. The Duke won't hurt
me, but his vengeance on you would be terrible." Of course, dear Toppi didn't
listen and pressed on.

It was getting late. My hands were chafed from holding the saddle horn all
day and my back and shoulders were in absolute torment from the shaking of my
enormous bosom. I begged Toppi to stop for the night. To my surprise, he did.
We stopped at a small cottage deep among the trees, beside which flowed a
cool refreshing stream. I just HAD to bathe and change my clothes. Toppi went
to gather firewood while I disrobed and slid into the water. MMMMM It was
heavenly. It was always such a relief to have the strain taken from my back.
The water was cool and my nipples grew hard and aroused. This place looked
like the place in my dreams. I floated on my back, my bosom forming two
islands of pink flesh. Toppi had returned but I was too lost in my comforts
to hear him. He slid, silently into the water and came beside. I looked at
him but felt no fear, only warmth, safety and, dare I say it, desire. I
looked into his eyes and saw all the love a woman could know and inside
myself I felt love growing, a woman's love. I understood now, that here I
complete my metamorphosis. I asked Toppi to remove his clothing, then kissed
him deeply. I surrendered my maidenhead to him. Moaning contentedly, my
breasts rippled as he thrust into me again, and again, ...... and again. The
colors filling my brain were wondrous. I was now, truly, a grown woman. Later
that night, by the fire, we again made sweet, passionate love. I felt so -
perfect to be lying by the fire, my womanhood filled with his nectar. I was
meant for this.

Upon morning light, he went into the forest to gather some berries for my
breakfast. He was so sweet and attentive. For the first time since all this
began, I was content as a woman. I hefted my fleshy mounds. I now welcomed
their bulk. I was looking forward to all the joys of womanhood - with my dear
Toppi. I sang sweetly while dressing myself and brushing my waist length
tresses. Suddenly- THE DOOR BURST OPEN! IT WAS THE DUKE! He smiled evilly and
dragged me outside where several of his personal soldiers were waiting. "I
warned what would happen if you defied me - Princess. I wasn't able to find
100 peasants so deep in the forest, but I had made compensations. In a
meadow, surrounded by archers were a dozen peasants, all showing great
terror. The row of archers parted and in came --- Toppi and Lady Penelope!!
Toppi looked at me without fear. I could still see his love for me, even as
he faced death for me. I began to weep. Lady Penelope, however, had her eyes
upon the Duke. She turned to the assemblage of archers and peasants and
raised her hands. There was a flash of light and they all disappeared .....
replaced by the Knights of Caldonia! The Duke was livid with rage! He reached
for his sword but fell to the ground, clutching his chest, blood dribbling
from his mouth, before he could draw the weapon.

Lady Penelope came to my trembling form. "Fear not, my brave princess. It is
about time I introduced myself. I am the forest witch Druscilla. We had
planned this ever since he murdered the king and queen. We started the rumor
of the princess turned to a boy in order to get the Duke to use Zanta's magic
in a powerful spell, and get him deep into our realm. Zanta's powers are
depleted from changing you. Even as we speak, my sisters are at the palace,
sending her - away. We thank you for your sacrifice, for we can never change
you back. You see, you are with child now." I was amazed! It was all a plan,
and we were free! The real Druscilla then waved a hand at Toppi. In a flash
he became a tall, handsome lad. The man in my dreams! "Princess, meet Stefan
II, son of King Stefan and Queen Felicity." I was about to bow when Toppi,
uh, Stefan came to me and said, "My bride must never bow. You carry my child,
but will you marry me?" I was crying tears of joy when I said yes.

As we rode back to the palace Druscilla said, "Princess, you know childbirth
will as bad as your transformation." I placed a hand on my belly and replied,
"It is a small price to pay for the joys of motherhood - and a good husband."
We were married that very evening by a very flustered shire abbot.

I returned to the palace as a true princess, but also, a wife and future
mother. My ladies-in-waiting returned, save for Lady Penelope. Now that she
was able to live openly as Druscilla, again, she was no longer my lady, but a
dear friend none the less. I needed my ladies. As my pregnancy advanced, I
became very round and ponderous, while my already huge breasts inflated to
astounding proportions! For the last few months, I needed their help to get
out of chairs, to get dressed, and eventually, just to walk. But I welcomed
my extreme womanhood. I was going to be mother to the kingdom, and later when
I was a fat, old woman, a doting grandmother. My knowledge as a miller served
me, too. I suggested to Stefan that he direct the people to build canals,
irrigation ditches, dams and mills. The harvest increased 100 fold, trade
flourished and our long suffering people, at last, enjoyed real prosperity.
Of course, Stefan got all the credit, and in truth, he deserved it for
organizing such a heroic effort.

Childbirth was painful. I remember screaming, but in time, I somehow
remembered it to be as good as sex. My breasts had swollen into veritable
udders when my milk let down and I comfortably nursed my new infant, plus six
others born to the palace staff! That gave me another idea. I issued a
proclamation offering to suckle any infant in the kingdom. The people were
very happy with my offer. I soon became the royal cow and had infants
suckling my bloated teats for hours a day. It was a wonderful experience. I
would orgasm several times, though discreetly, and though my nipples would be
sore, would be positively begging for my husband by the end of the day.
Hester, the milk maid, joined my staff and milked me several times a day so I
would stay drained and comfortable. After the first time she milked me she
said I had produced as much as 'a fine, fat cow'. She meant it as a
compliment and I took it as such, though my ladies blushed and giggled. Of
course I knew my breasts would be down to my knees in a few years but my
subjects were worth the sacrifice.

On the 20th anniversary of his parent's death, the day Duke Mondragon had
planned to assume the throne, King Stefan II had his coronation, and I became
Queen Hope. We went to the balcony to greet our cheering subjects. They
cheered Stefan and me .... and the well-fed Prince Stefan III, that was
nursing at my bosom. As the years passed, he became known as King Stefan the
Compassionate, and I became known as Queen Hope ... the Fruitful.

The End