(1) Gaslit Amnesia

When it's all done, and you both are gasping, bloated, sticky sluts, you get the King to consider how they will turn Sansa Stark into Tanda Devinn;

• OPTION ONE Gaslit Amnesia Sansa wakes up in your home in "her" room, with all the cosmetic work done and you explain how she, Tanda Devinn, hit her head. Sansa Stark is just a dream, a fantasy.

In the end, the decision was to wait a month. Roslin Devinn made more appearances and people accepted the previously absent sister. Like you, she had numerous accidents that caused her breasts to pop out of her dresses in public.

Sansa was a little thrown off by there being another female Devinn, but you discreetly kiss away her questions, as does Roslin. The young Stark girl proves very **** to redheaded women. You even get her to jokingly call you "Mummy" a few times when you wear something clearly Tully or Stark derived.

Lord Varys quietly thanks you and Roslin for the improved surveillance of the King, giving the Master of Whispers more insight into the moods of the King.

Lord Baelish arranges meetings where you and Roslinn dress as Lady Catelyn and Lady Lysa respectively and pleasure him. He also has you frequently expose Sansa, causing her dresses to slip, burst, rip and so on. Because of this, he doesn't have you or Roslinn working at his Brothel. Too risky when he is "so close to plundering Lady Sansa".

And the King enjoys you often and frequently. Already it is becoming somewhat known that the women of House Devinn are especially obedient to their King.

It is while getting buttfucked in the King's Garden while your sister was eating King Joffrey's ass that Lady Margaery sees you. She looks shocked, then intrigued when you silently gesture she watch, and then lustful as she rubs herself to the sight.

~○~

"If your son throws the match I will treat you for the night and give you five hundred gold pieces." Margaery recites before delicately laughing. "Oh, my wonderful brother, what a whore you found!" You cough a little of your tea up when Lady Margaery reads out a copy of the message Ser Loras had sent you. The Knight of Flowers has the good grace to look suitably humiliated too.

Margaery looks amused, then serious. She announces that she can expose you, expose the behaviour of your House, amd have you removed from King's Landing. You notice how her eyes keep lowering to leer at your tits. You wish Roslin were here to make a plan, sje was good at picking up subtle things.

Instead, you just pull your tits out.

"You want to be Queen?" Margaery gapes at you, you take the opening and straddle the younger woman, pulling your dress up to reveal your bare arse to Ser Loras. "I can help." Margaery seems confused, she asks about Sansa. "The King can't marry the sister of an active traitor, but it is also his right as King to keep what's his. Sansa Stark will soon be gone, just in time for my daughter Tanda Devinn to arrive." Margaery gives in and starts licking your big tits while Ser Loras takes the hint and slides his dick into your arsehole.

"Your sister... she... she's not... you were... trialling whatever it is you... you plan to do to... to Sansa.?" Margaery is so smart! Even withbyour tits to auck on, she can still think!

"It is more... mnh... appropriate for the King to marry a Loyal House. You are Loyal, aren't you?" You tease, enjoying the feel of Ser Loras' cock going deep in your arse. Margaery nibbles on one of your nipples before answering yes.

"And... as Queen... I want access to my Husband's Consorts." You agree and seal the deal with a kiss.

~○~

You hold your daughter Tanda Devinn in your arms as she sleeps. Both of you are naked, in your bed. The work on her nose went perfectly, and over the month of planning, you and Roslin had found other tricks of House Devinn. Your lips were more swollen than before, your body curvier. Your tits were huge now. Roslin was now roughly as large in breast and buttock as you were before, and you'd used the potions and poultices on Tanda so she was roughly the sizes Roslin had been. You'd tied her hair in a new braid, in a style popular in the Reach. Both you and Roslin had done the same. The plan being to shift Tanda's sense of style just far enough from the popular, public image of Sansa Stark that she won't be able to connect to it.

Her skin is soft, and you run your hands all over her body while kissing her neck.

When she wakes, it's with a big orgasm. You pretend to ha e been asleep and Tanda asks why you are in her bed.

"Sweetheart, this is my bed. You came to sleep with Mummy last night. Are you still not recovered?" What you had hated to do was make a fake bite on her skin. She looked at the fresh wound on her arm and you explain how a rabid wolf had bitten her, that the King's heroism had saved her.

"The Maester did say the fever might put you of sorts." You added, but she is sputtering in confusion. She might well have said more, but you rosenfrom the bed and guided her to an already warmed bath and you both began to wash.

She was confused by what she saw. You were curvier than she remembered, so was she. And her nose wasn't as she remembered. You told her stories ofnher youth and how she had been staying in the Reach for her health. Even been a Lady in Waiting for Lady Margaery Tyrell.

She does gasp when you casually mention you expect the King will marry Margaery. Tanda tries to be coy and ask "what about Sansa Stark?" but you had that answer ready.

Sansa Stark was found dead at the King's Landing docks, the victim of some Ironborn Raiders.

It served two purposes, Roslin explained. It got rid of Sansa without the Crown being blamed and could inspire the Northern Rebels to focus on Ironborn instead of King's Landing for a while.

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