Stella has enough of Octavia acting so rebellious, and decides to correct her.

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Stella filled out divorce paperwork, ranting to herself all the while. Octavia plugged her earbuds in, and tried to tune out Stella’s ranting. The worst part about living here was having to put up with her incessant ravings about Stolas. Stella acted so above it all, like she was the one emerging victorious from this entire divorce scandal. But it was clear that Stolas had been the true winner - that Stella would never get over him, and what she perceived as the wrong he committed against her. A wrong that, in Octavia’s eyes, really wasn’t worth all this rage.

Had Stella and Stolas ever loved one another? Even for a moment? She couldn’t remember any moments of tenderness between them, not even a stolen affectionate glance. Stolas cheating with Blitzo wasn’t some transgression that emerged apropos of nothing - it was the end result of being stuck in a loveless marriage for decades. So, she couldn’t blame Stolas for it.

All these words bubbled in the back of her throat as Stella went on and on about her “manwhore of a husband.” How he’d never tried to please her, how he degraded her status with her Impfucking, how her social status would never recover from the fallout of their divorce. She continued ranting, either missing or ignoring the earbuds plugged into Octavia’s ears, until her paperwork was finally complete.

“I swear, Via, your fucking father is the worst blight to have ever struck Hell! I’d rather endure Extermination Day all alone than spend another minute with him! Are you listening, Via?” Stella said, turning her gaze upon Octavia as she finally seemed to notice the music blaring out of Octavia’s ears.

Octavia couldn’t stop herself. She took her earbuds out as the words shot out her mouth like a bullet. “No! I’m not listening! I just want to listen to my music, so leave me alone, alright?”

Stella took a step back as if Octavia had just slapped her across the face. “What did you just say to me? Did your father tell you to say that?”

“Ugh, Stella!” Octavia said, standing up and knocking the chair behind her over. “You’re the reason Stolas left! You treated him like shit, you never gave a fuck about keeping the marriage going, and when he walked out you had the audacity to play the victim! You’re not the victim, you asshole, you’re the reason he left!”

Octavia knew she should’ve kept it inside the moment the words were out. Something fell over Stella’s face. It was anger, but not her typical kind. Not the red-faced explosion of vulgarity and invective, but something darker. A vindictive kind of cold she had only seen on the faces of those about to do something beyond and human or demonic pale.

“So,” Stella said, voice oddly flat, “That’s how it’s going to be, then. I see your father has gotten to you. I think you should go to your room, Octavia Goetia. Leave your phone out here, and don’t try anything until I come and see you.”

Octavia wanted to burst out the door and run off. To leave this place like a bad dream. But Stella held the power here, and could easily force her to stay. So Octavia placed her phone on the table, sulked back to her room, and locked the door, hoping that wherever Stella had planned for her would be over quickly.

Several hours passed. Octavia tried to pass the time by reading, and devising ways to escape without Stella noticing. It didn’t work, though. She was a ball of nerves. When the three heavy knocks came on her door, Via felt that they signified the sound of the ax hitting the executioner's block.

Octavia opened the door to find Stella in a loose, ill-fitting dress. It was very light, slight enough that one could see through it if they tried, which Via didn’t. The implication of Stella wearing such a garment sunk a pit in her stomach, but she didn’t have time to think about it before her mother was shoving her back towards her bed.

“M-Mother? What are you doing? Get your hands off me!” Octavia said as she was thrown back onto the bed, the soft mattress doing little to ease her discomfort.

Stella tossed the robe from her body, exposing her naked form. Via gasped, but had no time to protest before her mother used her sharp claws to rip the clothes from her body, leaving her naked as well.

Octavia covered herself with her arms. “What is the meaning of this, Stella? If you intend to ravish me, then-!”

Stella sat down on the bed next to Octavia. “Be silent, you cow! We’re going to start over, you and I. I’m going to put you somewhere where I can begin again with you - and this time, your father will not be in the picture!”

“What do you mean? And why did you undress me?” Octavia said as Stella shifted herself. Stella sat just in front of Via’s face, and spread her legs apart, revealing her pussy right to her daughter. Octavia tried to look away, but Stella grasped her, and pulled her face close to her cunt.

“Stop struggling you brat! It’ll only make it worse for yourself! Now come on already, you whore! Get in there!” Stella tightened her grip, and forced Octavia’s face right into her pussy.

Via let out a scream, and struggled intensely as Stella grasped her daughter’s body and shoved her deeper up there. Her mother’s warm walls surrounded her thickly. She struggled and let out disgusted groans, but nothing worked. Octavia felt her midsection, and then her legs, get shoved up Stella’s pussy, until all of her was inside.

“Now stay in there, you cunt!” Stella said, affixing a chastity belt over her pussy. She locked it tight, and then laid back on her daughter’s bed, letting out a satisfied moan. “Oh, and don’t cry for help in there. I pulled some strings, and I can ensure no one will be bothering us for quite some time.”

Octavia screamed and struggled inside of her, overcome with disgust and horror. Her panic only grew in intensity as a strange cord attached itself to her midsection, and she felt herself begin to change somehow. She thrashed and kicked at Stella’s sides, but the smug Goetia matriarch hardly seemed worried.

“I told you we were going to start over, Via, and I meant it! That cord in there will turn you back into a more… obedient state. Don’t worry, this time I’ll make sure to keep your Father well away from you!” Stella rubbed her massive pregnant belly.

Via struggled harder at this, trying to do anything to escape Stella’s body. But it was too late, she was already settling into her mother’s womb, and she would now be regressed back into a form her Mother could better handle.

Stella bit her lip as she felt Octavia kick and punch against her while screaming her pathetic little cries for help. “Your struggling is much more amusing than I thought it’d be! I’ve changed my mind - you should absolutely struggle your little heart out! Give your mother some entertainment.”

She leaned back on Octavia’s bed, and let her body get to work regressing her daughter.

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Over the coming days, Stella felt Octavia’s body and struggles grow smaller. Her cries for help grew ever weaker, and it wasn’t too long until Stella could get up and walk around, albeit with a great deal of care for her pregnant belly.

When the phone call came from Stolas, she couldn’t help but give a smirk of triumph. She answered it, her voice joyous instead of bashful. “Hello Stolas!”

“You fucking bitch, tell me what you did to my daughter! She hasn’t been seen since she went to your house!” His voice was angry, which made Stella giggle.

“She ran off you dumbass! Gave me some lip one morning and then bolted out the door! I didn’t follow her - if she wants to have her little rebellious phase, I say we let her! Keeps her away from your lecherous ass at least,” Stella said.

“Do you really expect me to believe that? I wasn’t born yesterday, you vile cunt! Now tell me the truth. Where is my daughter?”

Stella sighed. “Fine. You want to know the truth, you Impfucking stain? I couldn’t follow her when she ran off because I’m pregnant!”

She turned the camera app on, and swiftly took a picture of her new body. Octavia let out a hard kick and cried for help as she realized her mother was talking to Stolas, but the phone didn’t pick it up. She swiftly sent the picture to her former husband, and giggled.

“Wha- Who? How? Stella? What the fuck is this?” Stolas said, his bewilderment delicious to Stella’s ears.

“I’m not telling you anything! We’re divorcing, remember? I will comfort your conscience and say that it’s not yours though - it’s mine! Now, I know you’re a dumbass and a cheat, but even one as lowly and stupid as you can see how I couldn’t chase down Octavia?” She smiled, knowing the argument was won.

“That’s- I- I mean…” Stolas groaned loud enough to be heard in full over the phone. “Fine. I suppose you’re right. But if I find that you laid a single finger on Octavia’s head, I will-”

Stella hung up and massaged Octavia. “See? No one’s coming to help! Now just relax, and let your mother take care of you.”

Octavia yelled and struggled, but Stella’s body just kept working her away. Stella collapsed back into Via’s bed, and rubbed her midsection, as if to calm her daughter. “...Or, you could keep struggling too!~ I find your kicks and punches quite amusing.”

Via took after the latter option, struggling her heart out as Stella’s body continually worked her away. Her screams are cries grew quieter, harder to hear through her mother’s body, until they finally ceased. Her kicks and punches went from being mighty thumps against Stella’s form, to mere tickles that her mother could safely ignore. Octavia’s body grew smaller and more pathetic, something which delighted Stella, as she took daily pictures documenting what was happening to her daughter. When Stella felt Octavia fully regress, reduced back to a mere egg, she couldn’t help but let out a triumphant laugh.

“Don’t worry, Via,” Stella said. “This time, I’ll make sure to raise you right.”

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Stolas didn’t see Stella again for a couple decades after this event. He couldn’t stand to be around her. He sent legal counsel to every meeting she was at, instead of going there himself. There was no evidence for it, he knew, but he couldn’t shake the terrible feeling that Stella had done something to their daughter. He’d looked everywhere for her, but she was nowhere to be found. Stolas kept looking every day for her, refusing to give up hope that Via was still out there, somewhere.

Stella’s new daughter, on the other hand, seemed to be a perfect match for her mother. He’d seen the pictures and heard the stories. She had Stella’s white feathers, and her long, flowing hair. She bore a deep, distinctive resemblance to Octavia, which only made Stolas uneasy. It was as if she were a version of Via who had had all of Stolas sucked out of her.

He’d only seen her once, from afar, but all the stories of her behavior seemed true. She clung constantly to Stella’s side, never questioning her about anything. If her daughter was removed from Stella for any length of time, she seemed lost and confused, as if Stella had brought her up to see her mother as her whole world. She was endlessly obedient, and never stepped out of line or said anything wrong to her mother.

Stolas sighed. It seemed like this time, Stella had created the thing she wanted more than anything else. A daughter that would never talk back.

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