Living as a powerful witch!

Honestly, she’s getting tired of having her life be tied to others. First her family, now her new husband, she’s tired of it all. Now she wants to take control of her life, she thinks about the great witch Circe, who cursed and bewitched whoever she pleased, until she was to the small island of Aeaea. Even there, she still reigned terror to anyone who dared to sail close to her island.

She imagined herself as the great witch, with massive breasts matching her great power. Large, pale, sloping mounds that pinned her to the earth, large enough for her to sit upon like a great throne. She could leave whenever she wished, but the opportunity to live as she pleased without any judgment was more enticing to her than ever returning to the mainland. Besides, going back to her kingdom to take the throne would only result in more headaches for her. Yes, she was much better off living on her own without having to deal with anyone else’s problems. She already turned this island into her own paradise, whatever she wanted would be granted to her by the island. So, she wanted for nothing, that is, until Odysseus lands with his men.

Unlike the real Circe, she doesn’t turn the men into boars. Instead, she charms them into being her servants. One by one, they fall for her, loving her and worshiping her as their lover and master. The hardest one to break would be Odysseus lands with his men, perfectly fine with sleeping with her, but unwilling to stay. He had a wife and a son who he loved dearly and wished to return to.

Over the course of five years, she whittled away at his loyalty by continuously inviting him to her bosom and using her magic to place herself in the memories of her wife. An illusion even easier to maintain due to the birth of their own son, born of their love. She also uses her magic to make the island inescapable, surrounding the island borders with trees and large boulders. She also used her magic to make sure all paths lead back to her.

Eventually, Odysseus broke under the weight of his grief. He had been separated from his family for far too long, and seeing no way off the island, he fell for the illusion. He believed Circe to be his wife, and the son they had together to be the same boy he left all those years ago. Now he and all his men stayed on the island with her, wanting for nothing but to please their bewitching master, Helena!

“Ahh, if only…” Helena says out loud, still trapped in her little fantasy. She's still resting on the old fence, eyes closed and her mind elsewhere. She doesn't even hear the fence creaking, it’s sturdiness was being tested by her growing bosom. Eventually…