Mother's dark love
Victor and Nell
Corpse Bride
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-In a small Victorian town in the nineteenth century, the Van Dort estate-
We find ourselves….well in a fucking gloomy town where it feels like a crypt then anything else...oh wait, it's ALWAYS like this! The color was nonexistent and looked like everything was colored in white, black, and grey, that's it.
Not even a speck of light...at all.
Numerous people were going about their day, from wandering the streets, doing various dull jobs, or some of them just looking bleak and staring at nothing with dead soulless eyes.
There was a theory to this...gloom. Well three to be exact. One, a murder occurred here ages ago and caused the town with unluckyness, two, a lot of bankruptcies that occurred thanks to seveal unforeseen issues in the government, and finally three….an unhappy marriage proposal between the Van Dorts, a fish mongering family, and the Everglots, a former aristocratic family spanning generations….until they wasted the money and lost all of their fortunes.
But who would blame them? They were MEAN! Like so mean in fact that some thought it was a sign from god, but that's a story for another day.
Right now the camera panned over to the matriarch of the Van Dorts currently out on a walk to get some fresh air. This woman was an older woman in a dark purplish gray dress with a black inner skirt that went to her legs along with black frills, with a belt around her waist with some dull gold on it, a small necklace around her neck, a very 'plump' body with a massive rump, J cup breasts and possibly more under the belt, with a light grayish black bun in her hair with a small hat on it with a dull peacock feather, a small dead fox around her neck, holding a black fan in her right hand while sporting plump cheeks and a plump chin, small eyebrows, black eyes, and a mole on her right cheek.
This was Nell Van Dort, the whale of the family, and the most stubborn and dominating figure in the family, although she did have a soft spot for her son, Victor Van Dort, the apple of her eye...very rarely that is. She was hoping the marriage between him and the Everglots daughter worked out since it would bring honor to their family, and would fix her son's shy and nervous nature.
The problem is that if this was the wrong woman, not only might her son become a timid man like his father, but the fortune might be taken away by the Everglots, and trust us, they are arrogant enough without looking and acting like old men with permanent frowns on their ogreish appearance, though in her defense, Victoria was a beauty that shouldn't be taken for granted.
She fanned herself more while noting it was a bit warm out and stopped to catch her breath. "Oh I do wish fall would come soon, this summer heat is dreadful."
The problem was that it was the middle of winter already, not that she cared at the moment.
"Oh it's hard to believe that just a few days is when Victor will start practicing his wedding vows." she remarked while sitting on a bench. "I do so hope he keeps it together, we need this to go off without a hitch or our chance at rubbing elbows with the upper class will fall apart."
As she fanned herself, she started to think...what if her son died before the wedding or elope with someone else? It would mean having to deal with a horrible funeral, or crushed at their last chance at a better life.
This of course made her worry more and more about her son's overall fate.
"Calm down now, no need to work yourself up." she muttered fanning herself. "Doing so will just give you crow's feet."
That was when she recalled some town gossip, a fortune teller that moved near an old house in the forest, one they say was so talented that she could even turn the blade of the reaper away and to make any thing possible, for the right price that is.
"Bah, such nonsense like that is for crazy people." she scoffed. "Only a fool would go to a fortune teller."
"You rang?" said a figure in a dull reddish brown cloak while holding a twisted black elderwood staff in their right hand. "For I am a fool and a teller of tales."
"Ah" she jumped and fell on her rear while grabbing her chest and looked at the figure with a frown. "Goodness gracious! Have you no manners?"
"I do, but I save mine for after the business is done." They said before bowing. "Names Draugadróttinn, teller of fortunes and bringer of new luck."
Nell looked at the figure like he was crazy before getting back up and dusted herself off with a huff. "A loon is what you seem to be. What sort of person shows up near someone unannounced unless they don't want to be seen?"
"Or." They said calmly. "They come with tidings of welfare and good health. But I care because you desire assistance beyond the laws of normality."
"As if I need assistance from a con." she remarked before she turned her nose up and walked away.
"So you don't want to know how your son dies?"
She slowly stopped and didn't turn, but raised an eyebrow. "What rubbish are you talking about?"
"You're son shall die soon." Draugadróttinn said. "All because of a matrimony made in hell."
She turned to the man with a frown and walked over to him. "What nonsense are you on about? My son shall be wedded this week, and it will be beneficial for both families."
"Not this time." Draugadróttinn said calmly. "For soon, death and life will intermingle and your son shall meet his end."
She frowned. "I don't believe this nonsense you're babbling on about."
He looked at her while before simply saying. "You are in contempt for your son for being born yet you want to see him succeed? A foolish dream for a pompous woman, unless you are willing to disturb fate that is."
"Ah! How dare you!" she spoke, insulted.
"It's true isn't it?" Draugadróttinn said. "You hate your child as much as your current living state, queen of fish."
"I do not hate Victor!"
"You do." He said calmly. "And as I recall, you keep being contempt about anything he does, like having a pet named Scraps." He then said. "Or tell stories to the town crier about every little thing he did wrong."
"How did you-"
"Simple." Draugadróttinn said. "I know all and see all, for a fee that is."
Nell frowned as the man moved closer to her.
"So shall you tempt fate or let your son fall to the reaper himself over a few coins and an early grave?" He said with an uneasy calmness from his tone.
"I still find that ridiculous, but…if it means you leave me be, I'll humor you."
He turned around while Nell noticed she wasn't near the bench, but in the middle of the woods with an old abandoned house right next to them. "Then follow me and watch the frame, your 'figure' might leave me without a door, or a front entrance way."
"Ah!" she jumped looking around, now definitely frazzled and a bit jittery. "H-How did we…"
"We walked here." Draugadróttinn said while entering the doorway.
"But-"
"Are you coming?"
"...fine." She said while entering the house.
(Inside)
And found a lavish room full of strange and unusual objects, from animal bones to strange weapons and mechanical devices, all the while a large chair of elder wood sat in the middle of the room, a black table with a small crystal orb laid on the table as three crow's feet held it together at the base.
Although it didn't help that her rump got stuck in the door frame itself.
"Oh!" she tried to squeeze through, but stayed stuck making her frown. "This doorway is too small."
"Or you are too large." Draugadróttinn said while sitting on the chair as the doorway 'opened' wide and dropped her on the ground. "Take a seat, we have much to discuss."
The woman huffed and got up before walking over and sat in a chair.
He placed the staff on the side. "Shall we see your future? Or perhaps look upon the demise of your son? Either way, it is all your choice, albeit very little at this point." He muttered under his breath.
"Fine, if you continue to lecture me, let's see the future." Nell frowned.
Draugadróttinn nodded before pulling out a bottle of wine and drank it. "Ah. Much better."
"Was that supposed to be your soothsaying?"
"No, I had the urge to drink something. Haven't had a good brand of scotch all day." He said bluntly. He then placed at finger on the orb and caused it to glow an unearthly gray color. "That's the soothsaying."
That one made Nell scoff in annoyance. "Just get on with it."
"Patience, after all the queen wasn't born in a day." He said before pausing as the orb began to show Victor's future. "Wait, she was born in a day...I really need to organize my own thoughts these days. Anyway, gaze upon the orb and try not to scream."
"What-" she tried to say before seeing Victor, in the middle of the woods, saying his vows perfectly…to a corpse! "What on earth is this?! Some sort of joke?!"
"No." He said calmly. "Your son accidentally married Emily, the murdered bride. And he went to the land of the dead as a result." He then added. "But she is a good soul and everything turned out right in the end. Victoria married him, she is set freed of her undead life and the Lord Barkis dies, for he is the murderer for the corpse bride."
But she was in shock for one reason...HE MARRIED A CORPSE!
"This...This...This is complete blasphemy!"
"So?"
"It's-"
"Also it would never work, the vows only pertain to the living." Draugadróttinn said. "But Emily didn't want to hurt him so stopped the wedding. That and kept him from voluntarily drinking poison so the marriage could work. It was Barkis that drank it and oh boy, he's being flayed by angry corpses, well next week that is."
"And where-"
"Were you during this event? Driving away out of town, giving up really about his predicament and more concern about money for your daydreams." Draugadróttinn interrupted harshly. "For a mother, you failed him in his hour of need."
She looked at him in shock and then back at the orb.
"While his happy ending seems grounded in stone, one forgets the cardinal rule." He said placing his sleeves on his lap. "No one can see the land of the dead and live to tell about it. In about a month or possibly two, he shall die. All to keep the balance between up and down normalized. As for your family? Well, you die out pretty quickly and by the time Queen Victoria dies, no one will remember you. So is the fate of Victor and in proxy, yourself."
"My god…." Nell muttered in shock.
Draugadróttinn moved his sleeve over the orb as it went dead as a doornail. "Now, for a small fee, I could give you the key to your salvation and the salvation of others. But knowing you? Mmm, you might take wealth, parties and visits from the queen herself over the welfare of your son. The one you raised and cared for despite being the matriarch of a fish mongering business."
"I...I…I never thought things could go so wrong…."
"That's life or in this case fate." He shrugged slightly. "But do you have the drive to change it or are you all fat and hot air?"
Nell frowned at that jab but also felt...remorse for making her son's life hell on earth, or in this case her son's afterlife. "Of course I want to change it, but it's the future, then there's nothing I could do if I wanted."
Draugadróttinn shook his head. "There is a way, for the right fee that is." He then pulled out a small black box carved on the head of a wolf. "What you need is right in this box."
"What is it?"
"The fee?" He moved his left sleeve towards her.
She frowned. "Enough with the fee and show me the contents!"
He sighed before opening the box to reveal a small red pen made of bone with a pointed tip made of forged steel as the bottom of the pen had the feather of a broken raven with dried blood still connected to the base. "This is the item you seek."
"A pen?" she spoke in disbelief and frowned at him. "How in blazes is this what I need?"
"This is no ordinary pen. For you see." He pointed to it. "This simple tool was forged by the ancient clans of the north, given formed and runes of power from their elder gods. To those that wield this mighty pen shall become the author of their destiny, unhinged from the threads of fate, capable of rewriting the world." He then closed the box. "Although if you don't want this mighty weapon, I could always give it away to another. Maybe that Barkis fellow? Oooh, the cuckooing he would unleash upon the women of the world, and the many undead that will rise up on the day of reckoning."
"Hold up, I didn't say I didn't want it." she frowned. "But if that's all true, I'd like a demonstration as proof it does what you says it does."
He opened the box and pulled out the pen before writing something in another language and caused the air to freeze over.
POOF!
Which caused the fox on Nell's neck to open its eyes and tried to bite her.
"ARF ARF ARF ARF!"
"Ahhh!" she screamed in panic and tried to pry it off while falling down and scrambled back as it growled at her. "S-Stay back you beast!"
"You did use it as a scarf." Draugadróttinn said as the fox ran off. "It would hate you for that, although bringing back the dead is just one of the powers this runic pen can offer you. For the right fee that is Nell Van Dorts."
She looked at him and the pen and gulped before standing up and dusted her hair off. "Alright, point taken. How much are you going to charge me for it?"
"It's not money I need." He said calmly while putting the pen in the box. "Nothing material like that really."
"Then what?"
He chuckled while sounding like the arctic winds. "The first thing that comes from your son's marriage. And I do mean the first living thing that comes from his marriage."
Her eyes widened and went silent. "You...You don't mean…"
"Yes." He said. "A life for a life, but don't fret, I won't be coming for the child until twenty years from now. Maybe less, I haven't decided." He then pointed to the pen as his right sleeve extended upwards. "Do you accept my terms?"
"..." she looked at the pen while feeling conflicted while pressured at all this at once.
"Tick tock." Draugadróttinn said. "The sooner it's done, the sooner your son will survive his preordained fate."
"I know that! It's just...I'm deciding something big for my son's sake, which I already did, and it's going to kill him. Even if he survives, he'll have lost his own child without realizing it."
"True, but that is my payment." He spoke calmly. "The pen that unweaves fate or the events of preordained fate playing out as intended. That is your choice."
She stared at the pen, closed her eyes, and let out a sigh. "Alright, deal."
He opened the box up and gave it to her. "The bargain has been struck. But three rules you must know. One, when I come, the pen shall return to me. Two, all that is written from this pen shall be permanent. And three, never let this pen out of your sight lest your fate is sealed prematurely."
"Alright, sounds simple enough." She said while placing the pen in her cleavage.
"The door is that way." Draugadróttinn said pointing to the door.
She started walking towards it while the camera zoomed towards the figure, just as she left the room, and started to see him rise up and take off his hood to reveal...a skeleton with a single missing right socket, charred boney hands, and had a helmet made of raven bones.
"We will meet again." He said while the world became a blur of greens and blacks. "Real soon."
(Later)
-Van Dolts residence-
Nell entered the home while retaining her usual frown.
All the while seeing her husband sleeping in his chair, like always.
"Zzzzzz."
She rolled her eyes and walked up the stairs while needing to get to their room immediately. She then sat down on her comfy gray chair and took the pen out of her cleavage. 'To think I'd hold something like this. I could write down anything I want and I could have it. But what if there's a trick to it? I should start off small, just to be sure it works for me.'
As she looked at the pen, she recalled how the man just wrote on the very air itself.
'Could that even work?' she wondered while she held it up. 'Something small. Like...oh!' she tried imagining the word for bowl, and when she moved the pen, the word began to write in the air.
That was when the air became cold and a small bowl appeared on her lap, one made of cheap china.
She looked at it in surprise and held it up to inspect it closely. "Mmm...it seems legit, but another test is in order."
The pen was raised again as she wrote the word 'cake'.
Which caused a large cake with chocolate and vanilla frosting to appear on the ground.
SPLAT!
And got destroyed from the hard wooden floor and gravity.
She jumped and grimaced at the mess, but she tried some and found it tasted genuine and looked at the pen, then the mess, before giving a smile and wrote down 'clean floor'.
Causing the floor to become brand new and polished.
"My word." she reached down to feel it up and couldn't stop from walking on it. "It's true, this pen...it can do anything."
That was when she got an idea and started writing something in the air while she said it outloud.
"Victor will be able to remember his vows, the woman Victoria shall find it perfect, but my husband shall cause a new marriage by marrying the hag Maudeline, and leaving me as the sole beneficiary of both family names."
The pen glowed before a blue shockwave hit the area and caused fate to be changed forever.
She yelped and fell on her rear, again, while looking around confused. "Did it work?"
As she looked, she noticed the words were still hanging in the air, but a timer was looming over them, and counting down as well.
"Must take a while, no matter." she muttered while smiling at the pen. "This is going to fix everything just right." She then recalled Barkis and started writing something. "Lord Barkis shall be trampled to death by several horses, rise up again, be exposed as a murderer and set ablaze in the town square as his soul is hacked to bits in the afterlife. All starting next week."
Another shockwave hit, a smaller one that is, while the words looked along with a timer.
"One murderer out of the picture." she smirked and put the pen away. "That should do for now."
GROWL!
"...after a snack."
(At the appointed week and day)
"AHHHHHHH!" screamed a figure in the streets while Nell chuckled in her mind as she got out of the carriage, getting stuck in the process, as they were at the Everglots estate. "AHHHHH!"
"NEIGH!" neighed a stampede of horses while seemingly in a frenzy.
"Goodness, what's all that racket?" asked her husband.
"Must be a stampede." Victor said while helping his mother get unstuck as Maudeline and Finis Everglot walked down the grand staircase in the estate itself, looking very…well annoyed.
"Let me out!" Nell frowned while internally cackling at the man's pain as she knew what was going to happen when they got inside the manor. "And it's not me it's the dress!"
(A bit later)
-Everglot estate-
Both sets of parents were sitting quietly while their kids sat between them, not looking each other in the eye for too long.
As for Nell, she looked at the two and was internally surprised that they had some chemistry, before seeing the words next to her, which were invisible to all but her, vanishing while William looked at Maudeline and got up.
"Ma'am, instead of a wedding for my son," He said while taking her hand and kissed it. "It shall be one for us my dear."
Maudeline stared at him like he was mad, while the kids were stunned and her husband gritted his teeth and looked at the man with murder. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me." He said while kissing her hand again. "For us tall individuals must stick together in these hard times. Although I must say, your soon to be ex husband might not be well endowed in the bedchambers."
'He he.' Nell thought with an internal chuckle. 'This is better then the opera.'
"What is the meaning of this!?" Finis snapped.
William looked at the tiny man. "Simple dwarf, I'm eloping with your wife, who might I add is stunning and deserves more than a gnome that somehow has the pedigree of Humpty Dumpty. And not the good kind either."
"Get me my musket!" he yelled at the butler while Victor stood up.
"Father what's come over you?"
"Nothing." He said. "Just letting my feelings out, by the way." He threw the ring off his finger and threw it away. "Your mother will have the estate and money, I will take my bride from the goblin."
"Over my dead corpse you will! Musket! Now!"
The butler just stood there while both men started to wrestle with each other, breaking the furniture and paintings in the process, before-
SMASH!
CRASH!
CRACK!
Falling out the second story window, killing both in the process as Nell went pale as a sheet since she never wrote anything about death.
'I-I think I need to be more clean in the future...oh goodness!' she thought while the others were horrified.
"Father!" Victoria cried out as Victor ran to the window to see the bodies, all the while Maudeline clutched her heart and panted heavily.
"Ah...ah…" she gasped out before dying from a heart attack due to the shock of seeing her spouse and a would be spouse kill each other right in front of her.
"MOTHER NO!"
Nell looked on in shock while trying to stay calm, but was amazed at how the pen not only worked but also caused the wish to become true. 'I became the matriarch of both families…at the cost of three souls.'
(Later)
Nell sat in her room while looking at the pen, the memory of a few hours ago still burnt into her brain. 'To think that a child would lose their family because of this. Still, at least I was kind enough to let her live with us until she got enough money to tend to the estate...if that ever happens that is.'
The pen seemed to give off a feeling of satisfaction while Nell felt like the pen's powers were both a blessing and a curse, mostly a blessing for her and a curse to anyone in its way.
"At least now I can be sure those two can proceed without any problems." She muttered before recalling one tiny itty bitty detail.
Emily, the undead bride. She was still in the woods and if Victor somehow got out to collect butterflies and tried to practice the vows again, it might lead to his doom or worse yet, cause them to offer a room and board to a CORPSE if she decides to follow him home. And that would definitely lead to excommunication or worse, being tried as witches, and it wasn't a good idea to bring the old laws back...especially the one with stoning a person to death.
"I'll need to make sure Victor doesn't find her." She muttered before getting an idea and started writing. "Emily shall live again, but as a living being that will serve the household as a maid and hold only admiration to me and my son. Post haste by morning."
A small shockwave occurred as a timer appeared over the words.
"There, no more corpses and...ugh mistresses." Nell grumbled. "Mistresses are always annoying for me and my health." she put the pen away and went to her bed for rest. "Hopefully she doesn't come here indecent."
(Later)
Knock knock.
Nell blinked while getting up from the couch and opened the door.
Only to see a young woman with long black hair that went to her small hips, black eyes, slightly pale skin, with a D cup chest, red lips, and wearing a simple grayish blue dress that covered her legs and exposed the top of her chest, bowing to her. "Hello, is this the Van Dolt residence?"
'It worked and my goodness, if she was previously alive and Victoria wasn't here I would let her marry my son in a heartbeat.' she thought before nodding. "It is, and just who might you be?"
"Emily." She said. "And I'm looking for a job here? A maid perhaps."
"And what qualities do you have?"
"Well I was well taught, can play the piano, and I'm good at cleaning." She said with a bow.
"And you feel you can keep this place in ship shape?"
"Yes." She said. "I can try at least."
'Sweet girl, too bad she was dead before...oh well, better keep her around until I know exactly what to do with her.' "You're hired." she turned and walked inside. "Rule one, cover yourself while on the job at all times."
"Yes my lady." She said courteously.
"Rule two, you are NOT to grow attached to my son since he is set to be married."
"Yes my lady, but could we be friends at least?"
"Perhaps." Nell said with hesitation. "Anything other than that and you'll be out on the streets without a second thought."
"Yes my lady." She bowed while following her inside.
"Rule three, and this is important, do not forget to leave any leftovers to either me, my guest Victoria or for yourself, we aren't wasteful here."
"Yes my lady."
"And finally, get proper rest. We don't need you slacking off all the time."
"Yes my lady."
"Any questions?"
"No my lady."
"Then you shall start work within the hour. And remember the rules." Nell said while pointing to a small room. "This is your accommodations, a uniform will be brought to you."
"Yes my lady." She bowed before entering the room and closed it.
'That should take care of her.' Nell thought before walking away and had a strange thought.
What if Victor could stay with her and get married at the same time? Such as a secret marriage between the two of them?
'No, that wouldn't work.' She thought before it started to dawn on her. 'If he marries either Victoria and Emily, it might lead to complications. But if it did happen and I change fate to where Victor would love me as his true wife, perhaps it might work out. Appearance wise, the two of them can be wife and mistress, but in private, I can be the wife and them the mistresses. Two problems destroyed with one stone, or pen in this instance.'
But when she stopped, she suddenly realized she was contemplating making her own SON LOVE her.
'That's incest!' she thought and shook her head frantically. 'What in the world am I thinking? I'm being paranoid over nothing. Victor and Victoria WILL marry without any problem.'
But as she kept thinking about it, the more she started to think marrying her son was a good idea, which made her think of the pen before shaking it off, for now.
"I must be sleep deprived. I'll feel better after I get some more sleep." She muttered while walking away.
(Later)
She groaned while getting out of bed in the middle of the night, her thoughts of incest still ringing in her mind like church bells. 'I need a glass of water.'
As she got up, she looked at herself in the mirror and started to touch her crow's feet, feeling the weight of age hitting her like a hammer.
'Experience is no substitute for youth and beauty.' She thought with a long sigh. 'Oh I use to be such a sight to behold, but that was so long ago.'
She imagined her youth and her love of the fine cuisine at the many parties she attended, all the while feeling like she was hollow after losing all her money and had to marry William just to stay out of the poorhouse, something she rather not think about at this moment.
'Sigh, if Victor saw me in my youth maybe he would think of me differently? Maybe think I'm a proper woman instead of an old hag?' she idly thought while rubbing her cheeks. 'If only I could be...young...a...gain."
That was when she recalled the pen in her cleavage and its untold powers.
"Wait…could it…" she muttered before pulling it out and looked at it with hope. "Can it?"
The pen 'stared' at her while it's aura felt cold to the touch.
"It's made everything else happen...surely it can do this without any problems." Nell muttered before raising the pen up and started writing. "I shall be youthful forever more, with my knowledge and plumpness intact. I shall be beautiful to all including my son, let it be so in a fortnight."
A small shockwave hit while looking like a pathetic ball of electricity. It sparked in front of her before flying right into her gut.
"Ow." She groaned. "That left like a low burning coal...ow!" that's when she started to feel a burning sensation. "OW!"
The burning sensation became a blazing infinity of pain as she was knocked out from the pain.
(Next morning)
"Ugh….." She groaned while trying to wake up. "What hit me…?" she tried to push herself up, but noted how her voice seemed…different. 'Huh...that sounds like...a young woman.' she tried to get up as best as she could, while noting how her body felt off balance.
As she got up, she looked into a mirror and saw a young woman with long black hair, a massive ass and K cup breasts, a large noticeable gut that spilled out of her nightwear, smooth cheeks, and a youthful look in her eyes.
'...oh my goodness! I'm young again...and I still need a corset...ugh!' She thought with a grumble as she hated that part of her, although she did write that she would keep her 'plumpness', which the pen took literally. 'I can worry about that later, I'm just relieved to see my chest is as firm as I remember.'
That was when she started thinking of Victor rubbing her gut while feeding her cakes and kissing her on the lips with passi-wait WHAT?!
'Get your head out of the sewer grate!' She thought with a blush. 'I forgot how...adventurous I was with my imagination.' she slapped her cheeks and sighed while making her way down the hall. 'I should be more worried about how to explain this when he and Victoria see me like this.'
That was when she got an idea and pulled the pen out while writing something.
"Make all the town think I'm a youthful lady, including my son and fiancé." She wrote while a small wave of energy hit the area as quick as lightning. "There, no explaining needed...I hope."
(Later on/one dressing later)
"It truly makes one realize how much time has gone when my old dress actually fits me just right now." She muttered while wearing a black red dress that covered her legs and a dark yellow corset under the attire. "Still, I'm eternally youthful, I can have all the food I need to sustain my composure, and no one recalls the old hag. Today is a glorious day to be young and beautiful."
She headed down to the dining hall where Victor and Victoria were being served breakfast.
Both looked at each other with loving eyes, with a lot of shyness, while Emily, in a maids outfit, served them some cooked ham.
"Morning you two." She said while taking a seat. "Have you been talking with each other? Or have you been too busy playing music in the middle of the night?"
Both blushed as they did do that, along with Emily who taught Victoria how to play the piano.
"W-Well, it was just a little talking here and there mother, that's all." spoke her son looking away.
"I see." She said. "And no intimacy before the honeymoon right?"
"Of course not mother!" he turned red with Victoria drinking her beverage to avoid the conversation.
Nell nodded. "Have to make sure, it's improper to have intimacy before the wedding. Can't have you acting like commoners you know."
"Mother, really, we're not like that."
"Just checking." She looked at Emily. "More ham."
"Yes my lady." She bowed.
Nell looked at Victoria with a raised eyebrow. "Why are you avoiding me this morning?"
"I don't mean to be rude ma'am, really." she spoke looking down. "It's just...I didn't want you to think me and Victor were those kinds of people and thought I would make things worse."
She nodded. "Well I have an announcement to make." She then pointed to Victoria. "From now on, you have to eat all of your food. No scraps." 'If I'm going to be plump, better make sure others are bigger than me to feel smaller.'
"I beg your parton?"
"Well your family didn't feed you well so I'm trying to be a good mother in law. That and Victor here was more accustomed to women with well fed bodies. Been like that since he was a boy."
"Mother, not now." Victor said in embarrassment.
"Just make sure you eat well my dear daughter." Nell said to Victoria with a smile. "Aright?"
"Yes ma'am." She said while Emily placed four hams next to her.
"Eat."
"Uh...but...isn't this a bit-"
"Eat." She said with a frown.
She gulped at the edge in her tone. "Y-Yes ma'am."
Nell watched on as the girl at while internally smirking at her trick. 'At least I won't feel large anymore. And my son will pay more attention to me...no. Bad thoughts get out!'
"Would you care for some food my lady?"
She looked at Emily. "Yes, you have some too."
"Yes my lady."
Victor looked very confused while feeling very lost at why his mother was trying to feed them. 'Maybe it's just the morning air affecting her mood?'
(A few weeks later)
It was a calm day, the wedding went off without a hitch and well...let's just say the honeymoon was perfect and leave it at that.
Right now Nell herself was merely going over the current financial amount for both families. All the while secretly adding more to the vaults with her pen.
"Mmm, a few pounds for this and a few there." She muttered. "And oh my, the food bill went up. Well that will be paid for by the end of the week, and my little 'trick' will be realized by the end of the year." She then looked at the pen. "And it's all thanks to you."
That was when she recalled that it was about that time to see her son for afternoon tea.
"Time for a break first." She said while getting up and placed the pen in her cleavage. She headed out her office and went down to the dining hall.
All the while she noticed Victoria and Emily sleeping on the couch, now as big as Nell herself and basically outgrowing their clothes.
'He he, now no one will call me large again.' She thought with a grin. When she got to the hall she saw her son there already pouring tea into the cups. "Victor dear, how are you?"
"Tired." He muttered. "Among other things mother."
She sat down. "Goodness, I hope you didn't go all night with your new wife."
"Yes, although she did indulge with other...pleasures." He blushed as he gave his mother her cup.
"My my, who knew she was that eager." smiled Nell.
"..."
"When will the child be expected to arrive?" She asked while Victor choked on his tea.
"M-Mother! W-We didn't try THAT hard to make a child." he coughed.
"Well you should."
"When she stops eating." He muttered to himself while Nell continued to drink her tea with the grace of a noble lady.
"What's stopping you? That shouldn't be a problem."
"It's too early for a child, mother." He said. "At least wait a year or so."
She slurped her tea. "Fine, but if you wait too long your wife's womb will become as bare as an empty wine cellar."
"Mother!"
Nell kept on drinking while feeling a wet sensation in her nether regions every time she looked at Victor's eyes. 'Hmm, he seems to have a more confident light in them. Seems the marriage helped with that.'
That was when she recalled the whole being Victor's secret wife idea and felt her cheeks getting red as cherries.
'What's wrong with me? I thought I would give up that ridiculous and disgusting idea.' She thought while the urge became stronger the more she thought about Victor, especially his large sausage. She shook her head and refilled her cup while adding extra sugar. 'Stop this at once!'
"Mother, isn't that a bit much sugar?"
She blinked while seeing a lot of sugar cubes falling out of her cup and stopped. "Oh...well you know me. A pint of sugar a day makes the lady sweeter."
'And plumper.' Victor thought while trying not to admit to himself that...he does have a thing for women with a lot of meat on her bones, blaming it on his mother's massive appetite. He sipped his own cup until it was empty with Nell clearing her throat.
"So, what plans do you and Victoria have for today?"
"No. Victoria just wants to sleep and eat with Emily today." He said. "They have been doing it a lot lately."
'I might have 'wrote' that down last week.' Nell thought. "I see, then you have enough time with your mother, is that right?"
"I suppose, but aren't you busy yourself?"
"I finished the bills." She deadpanned. "Plus it's a mother's job to keep their child entertained and happy."
"I see…" he trailed off as that was the LAST thing she did before the wedding.
"Victor dear, shall I cook something for you? A favorite treat perhaps?"
"But you can't cook."
"Oh please, I'm sure I can whip something up on my own." she waved her hand.
"But mother, you always let the cooks do all that."
"Pish posh!" She waved off while getting up and headed to the kitchen. "I can cook just as easily as any other woman." 'And my pen will give me an edge.'
'Oh boy…' thought Victor with dread. 'This can't end well.'
(Later)
Nell looked at the now destroyed kitchen while cake batter was all over the place. '...should've used the pen first.' she sighed while looking at her messed up clothes. She then pulled out her pen and started to write as the clothes became clean along with the kitchen. 'Ok...let's try this again.'
(Two hours later)
And cue another cake based disaster as cake batter covered the halls and kitchen.
"Mother? Maybe we could just have the staff deal with this." Victor said while his mother was stuck in the batter as Victoria and Emily were currently eating it.
"No, it's already being covered." She said while having some batter. "Mmm...needs some more sugar."
Victor sweatdropped. 'This is going to give me early balding, I just know it.'
(Later)
Nell sighed while finally finishing her snack and was in her bed, just wanting to rest up for tomorrow, however her never regions were drenched and her nipples were hard and erected. 'Goodness!'
All because she was thinking of her son, again.
'Get a grip woman!' She thought while rubbing her nipples. 'He's your son!'
But as she kept on rubbing, the more she was tempted to make Victor her secret husband. And it was slowly driving her nuts, but she still had a drip on reality.
'Just stop touching yourself!' She thought while still rubbing her nipples. 'Stop it is-ooooh~'
And cue her climaxing on the sheets.
"Ahhhh!" She moaned out before closing her mouth. 'Damn it! I need to stop this before anyone else hears that!' she bit her hand to muffle herself and took a moment to catch her breath.
Only for her to climax again.
'Will this ever stop?!'
(Timeskip)
A year came and went and well…Nell was still extremely plump aka obese, Emily and Victoria being even bigger and placed in the wine cellar so they can passionately indulge in their passions, as for Victor...well he's worried about his mother.
Especially which she's been making loud moans of frustration in the middle of the night and he thinks it might be the stress of managing an entire household along with paying the bills and making sure he and the staff are living comfortably.
As for right now, he's currently reading a book in the library to pass the time. And it was a good read at that.
"Edgar Allen Poe was a true work for his time." He muttered. "To think The Raven became a classic overnight."
As he read, he started to think about his mother, and how much she's been trying to act like a real maternal figure to him. For his whole life she's been more of a groomer who cared mostly about herself.
But now? She's acting more like a mother, one that cared for him instead of thinking of him as a disgrace. That and her body seemed to make him feel very…aroused, something he's been trying to not think about but everyday it keeps building up inside him to the point he might become latter then a hatter one of these days.
'Just keep reading and don't think about mother.' he thought flipping the page.
(With Nell)
She grumbled while looking at the pen with curiosity and confliction, for she's right at her limit yet she's trying not to be amoral to her son.
Needless to say, she's been very horny as a result.
And touching herself wasn't doing anything.
She moaned while sucking on both nipples as she felt another shower of juices exit her vagina and covered the bedsheets, already wet from previous 'relieving'. "Mmmm." she let go of the nipples and looked at the ceiling with aggravation. "Why can't I stop doing this?!"
The pen 'looked' at her while Nell was very close to walking to Victor and giving him the ride of his life, among other things.
"I'm not a prostitute, I'm his mother!" she frowned while instinctively sucking on her nipples again. "I shouldn't be reacting this way to him."
As she kept on doing this, her original plan of being the secret wife came back as hard and fast as a speeding bullet, making her moan like crazy.
'Oh I wonder how much he's grown down there.' She thought while climaxing again as images of Victor fucking her holes came into her lustful mind. "Ooooh~"
And it really hit her when she imagined him filling her up with his seed.
"OOOOOOH~!" She moaned while her sanity started to erode to a single mental thread. 'Stop...now...before you lose it!'
(One week later)
'AHHHHHHHHHH!' Nell screamed in her head while rolling around on her bed, sucking her own breasts, and about to lose it. 'I CAN'T STAND IT!'
She got up from her bed and panted while pulling her pen out. She then started to write and speak out loud at the same time.
"I shall become Victor's wife, Emily and Victoria will become maids, he shall love me and we shall make love all the time, POST HASTE!"
BOOOOM!
And cue a shock wave that caused the nearby window to explode into itty bitty pieces.
"Good, now hopefully this helps me keep it under control." She panted before writing. "All of us keep our plumpness and he becomes attracted to me only."
A small shockwave hit as Nell hurried to Victor's room.
(In said room)
"Zzzzzz."
SLAM!
"AH!" He jumped before seeing Nell jumping on top of him, ass first. "MMM!"
"Victor! Wake up!"
"MMMM!" He grabbed her ass and squeezed it as she finally got off of him. "Ah! Ah...ah...by god…"
"You and me are making love tonight, now." she spoke sternly. "I've had to deal with it myself for over a year, and I am DONE waiting."
"Oh…" he blushed as his mother ripped off her clothes. "Yes dear, as you wish."
'It worked! He thinks I'm his loving wife!' She thought while licking her lips. "Then tell me Victor, why don't you take the first move?"
He blushed before rubbing his mother's stomach while his cock was released him his underwear, poking the belly button in the process. "Alright dear."
"Come on, get nice and rough." Nell said while Victor squeezed harder causing her to moan. "Oooh~"
"You mean like this?" Victor kept on squeezing while his cock started to get hard and stiff as a wooden cane.
"Oh absolutely!" She moaned while moving her body closer to Victor. "Keep this up~"
He did so while moving his head towards the left nipple and began to lick it slowly.
"Mmmm, don't hesitate-OOOH~!" she let out with her body shaking in pleasure. She moaned again while her body jiggled, causing the cock to get even harder as she felt her nipples getting sucked on. "Yes! Keep that-OOOOOH~! MORE!"
Victor reached out and started to rub part of her hip and squeeze it.
Nell let out a loud moan while her slit began to get drenched as the cock started to poke her stomach. "Ooooooh! More! Keep this up!"
"Yes my love." He moaned while squeezing the sides and began biting on the flab.
"AH~!" she moaned while rubbing her ass against the dick. "Oh Victor, it's so big!"
He squeezed the breasts while the cock went against her ass crack and began to make it jiggle.
"Ooooh!" She moaned before the cock came all over her ass. "Aw." She looked behind her. "You missed my anus dear, try again."
Victor nodded before the woman pushed her ass right on the tip.
"Mmmm~ Perfect fit~" she moaned feeling her ass clenched around the girth making her son groan. She then began to move her ass up and down as Victor followed soothe and both began to moan in unison. "Oooooh~! Faster dear, faster!"
"T-Trying!" He grunted while thrusting as hard as he could as his cock became hard again.
"Ooooooh!" She moaned while her entire body jiggled like crazy, making Victor very aroused and horny. "Go faster!"
He moaned while doing so as both kissed each other on the lips. "Mmmm."
"Mmmmm~" 'My son's dick is amazing in my rear!'
Both kept on doing this while Victor came into the ass, making Nell moan as she was filled to the brim with seed.
"Victor~!" She moaned while feeling very refreshed as she did something unexpected, she moved up and placed his cock in her slit. "OOOOOH! SO WARM~!"
"Ahhh! Mother!" He groaned out while the sperm went into her womb and kept on filling her up as he began to suck on her belly button.
"OOOOH~! VICTOR!" she let out with bliss. "Give me all you have!"
He moaned while he kept on cumming into his 'wife's' womb, all the while the pen started to glow a bright red color as it seemed to darken in color.
'I haven't this good in decades!' She thought while they kept on fucking all thought the night.
(Much later)
The sound of moaning and the smells of cake emanated from the bedroom while something exciting was about to happen.
Victor's wife has given birth to a daughter and currently they were fucking to celebrate the occasion...although something was off. Like bone chillingly off this night.
That being the figure currently making their way to the mansion. He walked to the door and knocked once, twice, three times on the door.
The sounds of moaning stopped as some footsteps came towards the door and a hastily dressed Nell with sperm leaking from her anus, vagina and belly button opened the door.
"We meet again Nell Van Dorts." Draugadróttinn said while leaning on the staff. "Well? Will you allow me entrance to your humble abode?"
"I'm busy at the moment."
He placed the staff near the end of the door and kept it open as he walked inside and headed up the stairs. "I saw your progress. Turning Victoria and Emily into blobs of excess weight to keep yourself looking small was a clever ploy, but not much given the fact you didn't use my gift wisely."
"It was either that or have my son-"
"Love someone else." He said while heading to the left wing. "I know, but what you did affected fate, but not the contract we made or it's conditions."
She frowned and shut the door. "I haven't forgotten."
The figure turned a corner and opened a door as he saw a small cradle in the center of the room. "Then you must know I have come for the pen and the product of Victor's marriage."
Nell followed him and frowned. "Yes, but he's married to Vict...oria…" she then paled.
He picked up the blankets and the child inside before turning to Nell. "You finally realized. I only require the product of Victor's marriage, and since you changed that so you would become the wife, that means I take your child, or in this case, grandchild away from you."
"No...no you can't!" she glared.
He chuckled a dark and foreboding tone. "A deal is a deal." He then stomped the ground with his staff as a skeletal horse with eight legs appeared as the pen shot from Nell's cleavage and into a boney half as Draugadróttinn's hood fell off to reveal his real face. "Now I must be on my way now. I have a soul to ferry to the other side."
"Give my child back!" She cried out while the figure got on the horse and galloped away, the child in his hands.
"Goodbye Nell Van Dorts! For we shall never meet again! HA HAHAHAHAHA!" Draugadróttinn cackled as he rode across the sky and disappeared in a thunderstorm while lightning and rain covered the town and blocked out the moon itself.
"NOOOOO!" she screamed as she dropped to her knees with tears in her eyes.
The camera zoomed towards the storm as an image of a skull appeared in the clouds, all the while a single lesson was retold to the world.
There is a price for everything, no matter how small or dark it is.
