Bimbo Emblem Chapter 5 - (Sumia, Cordelia)

Outside the castle, in the training grounds, wrapped in the crisp morning air and utterly oblivious to the bizarre family event unfolding within, two Pegasus Knights, a brunette and a redhead, trained with the lance.

Their names were Sumia and Cordelia. Friends since childhood and sworn protectors of Ylisse. That said, Cordelia was far the senior knight, and it showed as she led the training, doing so with expertise that rivalled that of her own superior, Sir Frederick. Her serious demeanour and near-universal prodigal abilities had boosted her far above her friend in status, only to be brought together again by fate.

Sumia, on the other hand, replaced raw ability and confidence with unbridled enthusiasm. Even when meeting her friend at unreasonable hours in the morning to work herself ragged before breakfast, her cheerful spirit never faltered.

After stretches, warm-ups and drills with their practice spears, they started to duel. They kept at it for close to an hour, long sparring matches followed by short breaks. In their final bout, the two of them were battling exhaustion too. Cordelia blocked a thrust from Sumia, jabbing with her own weapon, hesitant to commit to an attack she may not have the strength to follow. Sumia ducked to the side, letting Cordelia draw back, the weakness in her arms leaving her weapon low for a moment. With one final burst of strength, Sumia surged forward to capitalise-

And fell flat on her face.

With a clatter of armour plates and a girlish squeal, she tumbled to the ground, tripping over seemingly nothing. Cordelia blinked, and sighed dramatically, planting her lance in the ground beside her as she bent down to help her friend up.

“I think that’s enough for now.” She smiled, taking Sumia’s hand. The light-haired pegasus rider returned the smile, grimacing slightly as she was helped to her feet.

“I did last a lot longer this time!” She chirped out between heavy breaths. Cordelia had to admit, it was true. Sumia usually tripped once every twenty minutes, without fail. Her balance was truly atrocious. Perhaps that was why she had ended up in a mounted unit, come to think of it…

“That you did. And your lance technique is improving too.” Sumia stood, leaning on her spear, smiling softly.

“Thanks. I might never be as good as you, but I’ll do my very best!” Cordelia smiled back and patted her shoulder, hefting her own lance.

“Come on, let’s head back. There should be time to grab some leftovers from the kitchen before we head out on patrol.”

+++

The castle armory’s door swung closed behind Cordelia for the second time that day, her having taken it upon herself to personally check and maintain the barracks’ weapon stash. Some would call it madness, but to her, it was a simple leveraging of her abilities. She managed to hold back her instinctive drawn-out sigh, if only to save face in the company of Sumia. She looked up from the handle to her friend, and they fell in towards the kitchens. As usual, they began to chatter and gossip a little, a small indulgence for soldiers like themselves.

“Have you seen Philia lately?” Sumia asked, speaking of their old unit leader.

“No, but I haven’t heard much good. Is her leg still bad?”

“Yes… She can walk but she doesn’t even get out of bed most days. Sad, really. She did everything she could for Exalt Emmeryn, and yet… Oh, it’s awful.”

“It is. We should really visit later. I-”

Cordelia cut short as she heard a voice up ahead. A masculine one that she knew all too well, that dispelled the dour subject matter sent her heart a-fluttering even with the barest suggestion of a word. Chrom.

She knew she was hardly the only woman in the halidom to harbour a crush on the Exalt, but she liked to think hers ran far deeper than most. Having known him, talked with him (or at least excitedly rambled) and fought for his cause, there was little doubt in her mind that she was in love. But the way he looked at her, she knew he didn’t feel the same way. There were a great many horses in the race for his heart, none the least Sumia, right next to her, as much as she might try to hide it for the sake of their friendship. She knew she had to let go of these girlish fantasies eventually… But saying that didn’t stop the heartache.

The man in question’s voice echoed from around the next corner, deep and smooth as ever. Maybe even more so. He seemed mid-conversation, and Cordelia found herself checking her apparel, discreetly straightening her breastplate, tucking hair behind her ear.

“Oh, is that Chrom?” Sumia’s ears pricked up as she heard him too. “Let’s go and say hello!” She skipped forward a step, hastening, nearly forcing Cordelia to jog to keep up.

As they got closer, it was possible to make out a second, more feminine voice that could soon be placed as Robin. Cordelia considered Robin a good friend, one of the few she truly had, and was far from alone in the former matter. She’d won the respect and comradeship of damn near the whole of Ylisse since Chrom had apparently found her lying in a field. Best of all, she was incredibly professional, despite her eccentricities, and mindful of her position’s appearance to the public. It would be unseemly for the army’s tactician to appear closer than necessary to the ruler, after all. Cordelia was greatly thankful that at least she wasn’t in the running for Chrom…

They drew yet nearer, and the details of the conversation became audible.

“...council to make the announcement.” Chrom finished his sentence.

“Sure. I’ll go and talk with Tharja about the potion. Good luck honey~”

That final word made the redheaded knight falter. Honey? Why in the world was she calling Chrom that? And that tone-

“Oop-!” Sumia yelped, triggering a reflexive sigh from her friend, who already knew what was about to happen. Somehow, yet again, Sumia had managed to trip over absolutely nothing at all, her front leg slipping out from under her in a perfect arc straight out of a slapstick routine. Cordelia leapt forward out of sheer ingrained instinct, but was too far behind to catch her.

Sumia careened forward, eyes wide, arms out to safely break her fall like the practised klutz she was, and soared across the boundary of the corner, crashing to the ground, her breastplate clanging loudly on the stone.

“Sumia!” Cordelia called after her, equal parts concerned and exasperated. She’d been doing so well…

Rushing to her friend’s side, Cordelia initially intended to glance up at the two they’d heard, maybe utter a quick apology, help Sumia up, and continue from there. But funnily enough, that wasn’t what happened.

She’d gotten halfway to her friend’s side, knelt down, legs together to save her modesty, looked up, and stopped. The sight before her was stupefying, for more reasons than she could count.

Before her, as expected, were Robin and Chrom. What she hadn’t expected was for the two of them to be… Like THAT. Robin stood what had to be at least a foot taller than her, atop the most ludicrous heeled boots Cordelia had ever seen, and wore barely more than a few scraps of clothing to cover her curvaceous, obscenely erotic body. Chrom’s own enhanced height was less of a shock, and his outfit less outrageous, but from the skintight nature of his tunic and trousers, and not least the muscle definition of his one bare arm, Cordelia could merely quiver at the bulging, powerful musculature he now bore. But perhaps the biggest surprise of all was the way they embraced, with their lips were locked so tightly one could only assume they could taste each others’ tonsils. As Sumia had come crashing into their view, they’d noticed, their embrace frozen, gazes now staring down at the pair of knights, but they’d yet to break contact.

“Wha…?” Cordelia gawped, unable to even begin. Sumia groaned and got to her knees, looked up, and immediately joined her.

“Uh…” She joined the stare, eyes wide and brain struggling to keep up.

With a wet pop, the bimbo-himbo pair detached, a string of saliva briefly connecting their lips before breaking. Chrom wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, glancing away for a second as if minutely embarrassed before turning towards the two newcomers.

“Are you alright, Sumia?” He bent down, looming over the two of them even as he fell to one knee, offering a hand to help the fallen maiden up. Cordelia didn’t even stand as he effortlessly hauled Sumia to her feet, Sumia herself almost losing her balance again as they both continued to stare.

“Ylisse to the Pegasus knights?” Robin chuckled down at the pair, towering over everyone, eyebrow raised, a hand resting on sultry cocked hips.

“What… What happened to you two?” Sumia managed, Cordelia still far too flabbergasted to comment. Chrom grinned, stepping past Sumia to the gawping redhead, extending a muscular arm to get her on her feet as well.

“A little bit of magic, you could say. You’ll hear all about it soon enough. I guess you two were on your way to the mess hall?”

The storm of emotions inside Cordelia’s mind was quelled the instant she realised that Chrom’s handsome face was leaning over her, gazing down into her eyes, unflinching and expectant. Pushing down no small amount of heartbreak, fluster and (Naga above forgive her) indecent thoughts, she stammered out a response.

“Y-yes sire! W-we were just doing some early training...” She found talking to Chrom a harrowing enough ordeal normally, but looking at the warm features of the man she’d loved for so long, amplified into a full-on, steaming-hot sex machine was very nearly too much to bear, overpowering all her uncertainty. She already felt like she was melting, knees about to buckle all over again. Sheer adrenaline kept her on her feet.

Chrom smiled, straightening up to look between the two girls.

“Good to know. But don’t push yourselves too hard, you hear? Enjoy the peace while it lasts. Now, you’d better run along before Gaius cleans out the last of the fruit preserves. Let’s talk later, okay?” Resting a supportive hand on each of their shoulders for a moment in an almost patronisingly fatherly way, he glanced back to Robin and walked away, leaving the three women alone.

“But...” Sumia whimpered, looking like a deer in headlights, clearly overwhelmed.

Robin sighed, tossing her long white hair about behind her, shifting her hips as she did so.

“Well, you heard him. Looks like we’re all busy, right girls?” She winked playfully and turned on a heel, strutting off in the opposite direction to Chrom. As the two remaining women gawked after her, the way she walked seemed to add insult to injury, her hips swaying hypnotically as her boots clicked on the stone, skirt flitting to and fro as she moved, flashing well over half of her voluptuous rear.

Soon, she too turned a corner, cutting an impossible profile in the distance, and the two knights were left alone. They stood in silence for a long moment, still as the grave, almost not wanting to believe what had just unfolded before them. After what felt like an hour, Sumia, her voice weak with incredulity, broke the mood.

“Out of everyone… He picked Robin?”

+++

Half a day later, the shock still hadn’t faded.

The two of them had stumbled to the mess hall, eaten in silence, and departed for patrol duty. While stopping off in a small village, they’d heard Chrom’s announcement from the town crier. He and Robin had not just gone from zero to tongue-wrestling, but straight to a proposal. They were engaged! Robin was to be a queen!

There were of course rumours, as there always were, though particularly so now, with them sporting such a different… Look. But no gossiping citizen seemed particularly concerned. As much as both the relationship and transformation had come out of nowhere, Robin’s public reputation as a front-line heroine in the recent war against Plegia preceded her. It seemed the public trusted her.

Their ease with the situation only served to exacerbate Cordelia’s feelings of dejection. Returning to the stables late that afternoon, leading her pegasus by the reins, she almost wanted to cry. Sumia had excused herself, looking much the same on the trip back, as had the rest of their squad, leaving her alone to settle her pegasus for the night.

She busied her hands with the process of grooming the winged beast, going through practised motions automatically as she stewed in her emotions. She’d known it would never have been her he’d pick. And, as out of the blue it was, Robin was a good person and would surely make a good-

“Oh, what am I thinking?!” She huffed, casting a brush to the rough-hewn floor. Why was she making excuses to herself when something was so clearly amiss? They’d not shown a single spark of romance before now, and now they were engaged? No less the two of them looking like they’d jumped out of a teenager’s fantastical wet dream? She knew Robin wasn’t the kind of person that would manipulate others for her own gain, but it was still extremely odd…

Her head turned, looking out through the stable window to the pink-orange hues of the sunset sky. Her gaze shifted, looking up to the peak of Ylisstol castle, just visible in the window frame. She closed her eyes, sighing once again, only to reopen them, sporting a steely, determined glint. She had to find out what was going on.

“Come on, girl…” She cooed to the pegasus, gently coaxing it back towards the doors. “We’ve still got work to do...”

+++

Little more than half an hour later, night had fallen on the city. Lamps illuminated the insides of commoners’ homes, spilling out into steadily-quietening streets. Cordelia however, was nowhere to be found. At least, not on the ground.

A quick word with the captain of the guard, saying she needed to speak with the Exalt urgently, and he’d waved her past the perimeter of the castle on her pegasus with nought but a faint mutter. He probably thought she was dramatising the message to get to Chrom quicker, and in a way she was. Her well-known hapless crush had helped her out tonight, though she didn’t intend to deliver a message, but a confrontation. Knocking on the normal door wouldn’t be dramatic enough.

Once past the checkpoint, she dug her heels into the pegasus’ sides, lifting its reins as it beat its powerful wings, lifting into the sky. She knew where Chrom’s room was from her old castle patrol duty briefings, and that being up near the top of the castle, that it had a balcony.

It took a scant minute to reach the Exalt’s lofty perch, and one careful step to dismount, setting the knight mere inches from Chrom’s own quarters. Signalling for her mount to wait atop one of the nearby roofs, she stepped toward the wrought iron doors. Through the inset glass, she could see drawn curtains. Understandable, she supposed. It’s not as if he was expecting love-stricken knights to come up and demand the details of his personal life…

She shook her head, chasing away her doubts. No. She needed to talk to him. As little of her business as it was, she swore an oath to his service, and could not ignore such strange occurrences, lest he be in danger. Placing her ear close to the pane of the window, she raised a shaking hand, fist balled, ready to rap on the surface of the glass…

“AAAHN!”

A loud, lascivious moan from the other side of the door shook her nerves, sending her scrambling back from the glass. Was that…? No, it couldn’t be. But if it was…

She edged back towards the door. On closer inspection, there was a small cleft in the curtains through which a sliver of the room was visible. Settling onto her knees, she peered up into the room, at first seeing nought but the opposite wall, lit by dim lamplight. A moment later, the two people that had occupied her thoughts so much that day swung into view, and with her gauntlets pressed over her mouth in disbelief, Cordelia found herself unable to look away.

Even from the scant flashes of sweat-sheened skin Cordelia was afforded from her peeping hole, each moment was visceral. Chrom and Robin were locked in a desperate, panting embrace, baby-soft skin writhing against rock-hard muscle as limbs intertwined, gasps and moans piercing the air in the brief moments where they surfaced from their ravenous kissing to breathe. Cordelia found her own breath hastening as she watched, caught somewhere between fascination and horror.

Back and forth they rolled atop the bed, constantly changing position as they appeared to almost wrestle, wringing the pleasure out of each other as if their lives depended on it. When they shifted from her view, her mind rushed to fill in the blanks, drawing from every softcore bodice-ripper novel she’d ever read and coming up completely short as they rolled back into view, bowling her over with fresh displays of unbridled passion.

Staring at the pair’s frenzied lovemaking, the heartache emerged once more even through the frantic hammering beat it had been thrown into by the scene, quashing all but the barest twinge of arousal from Chrom’s nakedness. As much as it pained her, the conciliatory logic she repeated over and over to herself returned once again.

He was never going to pick her.

And, looking at who he had chosen, how could anyone blame him? At that moment, Chrom knelt behind his wife-to-be, fingers sinking slightly into the softness of her hips as he railed her from behind, Robin’s arms near-buckling, her enormous chest shaking beneath her with every slam of his hips into her rippling rump. Her expression was ecstatic, thick lips in a perfect O, shuddering as she came through his relentless thrusting.

Cordelia’s arms instinctively went to cover her own chest. Being so naturally gifted, it was a major point of embarrassment that no matter how hard she trained, nothing could change her deficiency in the chest department. Few knew the truth of her one real shame, that the modest mounds on her sculpted breastplate rang hollow, and the few that did had given her nothing but consolation. But the shame had never seemed more crushing than when compared to Robin’s sudden voluminous excess of boob. She just wasn’t good enough.

At that point, she was about ready to slink away and spend the night at a tavern drowning her sorrows, but as her gaze shifted from the bed, unable to look any longer, she caught a faint flash of colour. On the opposite side of the room, the main door sat slightly ajar, in view of the bed, and in the lamplight, Cordelia’s eagle eye caught a glint of a familiar pale-pink tone...

Momentarily fascinated, she peered closer and caught a wisp of pale brown hair. A moment longer, and there was no doubt. It was Sumia! And she was spying on- Well, it might not be spying, after all, look at the situation she was in now, it had just kind of happened…

Another set of screams and bellows pierced the air from the happy couple, making Cordelia cringe. This whole attempt had been a mess. She had an even larger bundle of tangled emotions to work through now than before and oh gods was Sumia looking at her?!

In that terrible stretched-out moment where the two spectators’ eyes met, Cordelia suddenly thought that perhaps having bright red hair was not a great asset when sneaking. Instantly, the two ran for the hills, Cordelia practically leaping from the balcony as she signalled her pegasus, while Sumia sprinted away down the halls of the palace, moving as fast as she could manage without tripping, which she then did anyway.

Looking up from his task, Chrom frowned slightly at the slight scuffling sounds of the departing voyeurs.

“Did you hear something?” He asked between breaths, glancing with vague curiosity between the peeper’s hiding spots.

A slender, manicured hand snaking up to yank him back down was the only response he got, and he swiftly remembered there were far more enjoyable things to attend to.

+++

Having panicked, the two knights completely forgot that they shared a bunk, and that running back to the barracks to hide in bed and pretend nothing happened was not a good course of action.

Cordelia, stumbling into their little corner of the barracks after hastily stabling her pegasus, found Sumia sitting on the side of her bunk, still in her armour and staring at the floor. A book sat on the bed next to her, as if she’d given up on trying to distract herself. The junior knight looked up as the door swung open, and their eyes locked again. The tension in the air was thick enough to block a blade. They both knew, but neither wanted to say it.

After an excruciating moment of stillness, Sumia looked away, a fiery blush tinting her cheeks. In a small voice, playing with her hands as she spoke, she tried to break the mood.

“I was only there to ask if everything was okay...” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean-”

“I didn’t either.” Cordelia blurted out. “I just… I was worried too.”

The silence settled again as they realised that their little exchange had barely helped.

“...And we’re still worried, right?” Sumia tried again.

“...Yes.”

“So what do we do?”

Cordelia sighed, the depth and dramatism quite extreme even by her standards. She felt like she’d earned it this time.

“I don’t know. They seem… Happy?” Both of them cringed in unison at the allusion. “But it still doesn’t seem right.” Sumia nodded, still avoiding eye contact. Then all of a sudden, she looked pensive.

“Before we saw them this morning… Didn’t Robin say something about Tharja? Could she…?”

Cordelia’s eyes widened. The pieces all fit together. The subject of Tharja’s infatuation was even more obvious to onlookers than her own was, and the strange curses that inevitably surrounded her even more so. If she was involved, there was no doubt she was the root of all this.

“You’re right. We should pay her a visit.” Cordelia held out a hand to her friend, smiling drily as Sumia reached out in turn, bearing her own embarrassed grin.

“Sure. And this time we’ll knock!”

+++

The castle was beginning to quieten down for the night, making it easy to reach Tharja’s room unbothered. Not that there was anything to hide, of course, just two loyal knights concerned for their liege.

Approaching the study in the seldom-trodden corner of the castle that the dark mage had made her own, the two began to feel uneasy. What if Tharja cursed them both for interfering? What if she cursed them both just for bothering her?

Standing at the door, Cordelia stared ahead. The plain wooden portal seemed to radiate unnatural malice. She swallowed audibly.

“W-well… Here we are...” Sumia attempted to lift the mood. “Guess we should… Knock.”

Cordelia nodded. Steeling herself, she reached out, gauntleted knuckle poised to rap on the door, only for it to be wrenched away from under her. The door swung inward, Tharja herself emerging from the gloom, pinching the bridge of her nose and muttering in what seemed to be frustration.

Immediately, the pair’s predictions were verified. Her figure was much the same as Robin’s, sculpted into an impossible feminine ideal. Tharja had been quite gifted in the relevant departments before, making Cordelia quite jealous on occasion, but this was on another level entirely.

As Tharja swept past the two of them, stomping away on platform heels as the door swung to behind her, the two women could only stare after her, entranced by the wiggle of her barely-covered butt until she was out of eyeshot. It seemed she’d been too wrapped up in her own thoughts to even acknowledge them.

Sumia and Cordelia shared a glance, each seeking guidance from the other. As one, they turned to the ajar door from which Tharja had emerged. The dark and foreboding sanctum called to them, promising answers to all their questions. It was, of course, a terrible idea to enter. They could be flayed, mummified, turned into all variety of amphibians.

But the brave pegasus knights of the Shepherds swallowed their fear, squeezed their eyes shut and scurried into the room, squeaking in fear as they went.

The first thing to note upon entering the room was the unique aroma. Before the two opened their eyes, the strangely mixed scent had filled their airways in a cloying, all-consuming way. It was partly like medicine, but when that faded, a subtle sweetness took its place, and finally a primal, animalistic smell of sweat. Had the girls been more experienced, they might have ascribed it to sex.

But as they opened their eyes, the cause became apparent. As was visible by the state of her desk and the surrounding surfaces, Tharja had been toying with a set of alchemical tubes, pipes and vials, poring over thick, wordy tomes in the gloom as she struggled to make-

“Vulneraries?”

Sure as day, amongst all the bizarre and terrifying concoctions Tharja could be making in her little corner of the castle, she appeared to be working with standard combat medicines. Or at least, she was using the bottles.

Not knowing how to make head or tail of the rest of the esoterically-stocked room, the two girls peered closer. Sitting centrally on the desk was a flask of pink liquid, a few shades from the familiar dark red of a vulnerary, and at this distance, smelling much the same.

“What do you think she’s doing?” Sumia whispered, eyes flicking over the array of bewildering glasses, tools and arcane equipment.

“Well, it has to be related to what’s happening to Chrom, Robin and her...” Cordelia replied, just as lost. She knew a lot about a great many things, but magic and alchemy weren’t among them. But it was odd… A quick whiff of the medicine bottles confirmed that they were indeed vulneraries, bitter smell and all. Some were empty, dry as if waiting to be filled. “But why would she be making something so mundane?”

“You’re right, the castle must go through dozens of those a day just from our training...” Sumia mumbled, leaning forward to glance around the desk. “I had one just yesterday.”

“It doesn’t make any-” Cordelia froze mid-sentence. Suddenly it made perfect sense. If the goal was to spread the change, then what better way than by an inconspicuous, everyday commodity? A magic potion that did far more than what it advertised...

“Cordelia?” Sumia prodded her friend.

“It’s in the potion… The change is in the potion, Sumia!” Cordelia turned to her, triumphant yet hushed. “We need to take this to… Anyone, really. Miriel maybe? She could tell us if it’s harmful-”

Sumia watched, mildly dumbstruck as her friend reached out to seize the bottlenecked flask of pink liquid, holding it carefully to her chest. She watched the redhead look down, making sure it was safely cradled in her hands, and begin to look back to confirm their departure, only for a strange look to overcome her. Her motion ground to a halt, eyes staring blankly ahead.

“...Cordelia?”

The girl could barely hear her. Dimly in the back of her brain, she thought it might not have been wise to raise the glass so close to her face. The scent of the room had become overpowering, and instantly began to sink into her mind. Unbidden, images of Chrom and Robin flashed up from her memory, their perfect bodies and faces of ecstasy in the midst of their carnal act. Instinctively, she squeezed her thighs together, pressing the flask between the empty bulges of her breastplate. What if… What if she drank it? Would she look like Robin and Tharja? Soft skin, lush features and tits for days? Would she finally have the confidence in her body that she’d longed for for her whole life?

Would she have a chance with Chrom then?

“Cordelia!” Sumia’s voice shook her from her haze, but she was not yet free of its effects.

“Sumia, I...” She trailed off again, looking up to her concerned friend’s face and back to the enticing pink potion. “Would it be so bad if I...” Sumia’s eyes bulged as she slowly began to raise the potion to her lips.

“Cordelia, no!” Sumia’s arms shot out to hold her friend’s errant hands in place. “Calm down! We have no idea what it’ll do! And besides, we just want to find out what’s happening, not let it happen all over again!” She locked eyes with her friend, brown eyes shining with sincerity and concern.

Cordelia held her gaze and took a shaky breath. She was right, of course. Such thoughts were entirely selfish and illogical. The fact she had been so tempted reflected poorly on her own character, yet another example of her need to improve herself.

“Yes, I’m so sorry. Forgive me, please...”  Sumia gave her a warm smile..

“Don’t worry. Let’s just get out of here.” Threading her fingers through Cordelia’s, she took the flask in hand, meeting no resistance. Cordelia nodded demurely and turned towards the door, partly lost in introspection. Sumia looked down at the glass for a moment and held it at arm’s length before taking a step.

Of course, being who she was, that step was tragically misguided.

Breaking Cordelia from her inner world yet again came the astonishingly regular sound of Sumia’s fall. Spinning around, she was far too late to catch her friend, who plummeted to the floor, eyes squeezed shut, braced for impact, and flask still in hand.

As she hit the floor, the liquid burst upwards, flying a good two feet in the air and splashing down all around them. Some pattered harmlessly to the floor, but much went elsewhere, thoroughly wetting the front of Cordelia’s exposed legs and spraying Sumia all the way from face to back. Everywhere it touched skin, the area tingled, and as the two stood (or lay) in shock, it began to grow stronger. Frozen in shock and fear, Cordelia found herself paralyzed as the tingles seeped deep into her flesh, dancing along her bones as they spread further up her body.

As her legs began to sway under her like young trees in a gale, she heard a final utterance from Sumia, shaken by the very same invasive sensation as her, and soon to be overtaken. The critically clumsy girl pried her eyes open to look up at her fellow comrade in misfortune, barely enduring the electric delight playing across her upper body, and let out a single, dejected syllable.

“Oops...”

+++

Cordelia could barely focus on her friend, or even find the strength of mind to blame her for anything. She tried to wipe away the cursed liquid, but every brush of her gauntleted hands across the slick skin of her legs sent the sensation into overdrive, paroxysms of pleasure exploding in all directions.

The shockwaves now wracking her legs were the final straw for her balance, and she found herself tipping forwards to the floor, landing on her hands and knees right next to Sumia, who, at a glimpse, had her arms wrapped around her chest, shivering and whimpering.

For a half-second, Cordelia cursed Tharja’s experiments, her trickery and everything she stood for, only for it to melt as the magical tingling reached its destination, throwing her mental faculties back into disarray.

The pleasant pinprick-sharp sensations had been steadily spreading up her legs from the point of contact with the liquid, and now they had reached her pelvis. From there, it was a short leap to the very core of her womanhood, the contact releasing a spike of pleasure that forced the usually dignified knight to let out a squeaky little yelp.

From there, the all-encompassing tingles subsided, replaced by a warm, steady pulsing over the entire lower half of her body. The heat throbbed strongest in her compromised core, and despite it all, the telltale symptoms of arousal started to form in her nethers. As the first long pulse faded, granting her some respite, Cordelia’s addled mind registered that her boots felt a little tight. Sure enough, an inquisitive hand reaching downwards found the hem snug against her skin… But it didn’t stop there.

As the next pulse of heat began to build over her body, it seemed to trip the boundary of her gauntlet, spreading over her fingertips like water. Instinctively, she pulled it away, but by that time it was too late. The segmented metal of the gauntlet’s fingers had pulled back, revealing her own fingers, each now capped with a delicate, ruby-red fingernail. As she sat in shock, the wave across her body broke, and she realised what was happening. Her lower body; ass, thigh, calf; was swelling in its restraints, filling out with soft new flesh. Cordelia felt the baby-softness of her inner thigh brush against its pair on the other side, and it just felt so good… No, no! She was reaching the point of no return, and had to stop it…

She attempted to right herself, pushing back to sit on her haunches, only for the excess of new mass on her butt, barely constrained by her receding skirt, to clap against her calves in a way that she’d never have thought could feel so right… No, not again! It was overtaking her…

“S-Sumia…!” The blooming knight whimpered, growing thicker by the second and distressed about how much she liked it. “Help...”

But Sumia was fighting her own battles. Now rolled over onto her back, the potion that had sprayed all down her front now seemed to have wormed its way past her armour, and was now erupting from within. Her plain, sturdy breastplate had crept down her chest, creating an opening from which surged reams of new breast. From the milky valley of cleavage Cordelia could see, each was the size of her head and showed no sign of slowing down. Sumia herself seemed tormented by their continued growth, moaning from the floor, back arched as she pressed the swollen orbs to the ceiling, no doubt fighting her own rolling waves of blissful heat. Not only that, but indeed, made slick by the sheen of magical fluid, the lips from which emerged her stream of pleasured noises seemed to swell in time with the pulsing growth of her tits, the surrounding facial features even growing softer, more feminine.

Cordelia watched as Sumia was gifted everything she’d so selfishly wanted from the potion. A mixture of karmic justice and supreme disappointment swirled in her heart, only to be wiped away by the next wave of swelling heat, filling her mind with an ever-heightening plateau of pleasure in its place. Shivering in the aftershocks, she looked down at her own progress. Her hips creaked beneath her as they slowly widened, giving proportion to the ludicrous thickness that her legs now held, both continuing to grow in unnaturally perfect tandem.

Hope seemed to leak from her as she slumped, submitting to the final wave that would surely push her over the edge into an inevitable orgasm, leaving her freakish and unbalanced, all effort in the name of her love for nought. Slumping own, her eyes then fell upon the discarded bottle, dropped by Sumia as her changes started. It lay on its side, the bulb at the base of its length containing a scant amount of the pink potion.

Time seemed to slow as Cordelia contemplated her actions. Proactivity and fortune had led her here, thinking of others, of course, her prime concern. But all had gone awry, and they found themselves victim to the same affliction they sought to uncover. Now it seemed there was no turning back… So why not rule it?

Impulsively, Cordelia snatched up the glass and raised it to her lips, the bittersweet liquid slipping into her mouth just as the final pulse of transformative warmth swept through her. The magic in the liquid seemed to resonate, blooming in her mouth as the pleasure dam broke under the endless waves of heat, rocking her body with shakes as she moaned long and loud in the dark study, sweeping away consciousness as peaceful oblivion took her.

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“Cordelia, wake up… Cordelia…!”

The gentle urgency of Sumia’s voice roused Cordelia from slumber, rising unknowingly through the fog of sleep to a brave new world. Her eyes, set with new, longer eyelashes, fluttered open, and found the bottom half of her vision encompassed entirely by Sumia’s breast.

Atop the gargantuan mammaries was Sumia, looking slightly relieved, but still beset by trouble. In either case, she looked a whole new woman. Her lips were plump and bounteous, eclipsing Robin and Tharja by a good margin, facial features honed to the apex of feminine beauty, displaying her emotions with delicate, heart-rending poise. And all that was ignoring her brand new, most... Eye-catching feature.

As Cordelia sat up, she began to understand the sheer scope of Sumia’s new bosom, so huge that they appeared to slow her down as she straightened up. Her breastplate had receded yet further, now resembling a filigree-decorated armoured bustier, barely reaching halfway to the top of her colossal tits, showing so much pale, wobbling flesh that it defied reason that she showed no nipple whatsoever. It seemed that there had simply not been enough metal to cover it all, the magic reaching its limits as it stretched the breastplate to cover the bottom half of the two prize pumpkin-sized melons.

“Sumia...” Cordelia’s eyes roamed her friend’s new body incredulously, drawing out a slightly sad smile from her friend.

“I know, kind of ridiculous, right?”

“I...” Cordelia closed her eyes, shaking her head briefly. “What… What about…?”

“I think you got the other end of the stick...” Sumia looked up, groping at the top of a dresser for a moment before returning with a small, seldom-used hand mirror. She held it out, and with slight trepidation, Cordelia took it. Sitting up, she looked upon her new face, and had to fight back an attack of narcissism. She’d been pretty before, of course, some might even say beautiful. But now, she was stunning. Much the same as Sumia, she was refined in every way, still unmistakably herself but improved, though in a different style. Her skin was flawless, cheekbones delicate, thin lips possessing the tiniest of pouts. She looked every part the maiden to Sumia’s matron.

That is, until she looked down. Then it became much more obvious why Sumia’s endowments were so far ahead of Robin and Tharja. Her own breastplate was… Absolutely unchanged. From within, she could feel the empty concaves of the sculpted mounds against her girlish buds. But a few inches below that, itt ceased completely. Her womanly waist bloomed out into hips the likes of which she’d only seen on pagan fertility idols, rocking seductively even as she shifted in place on the floor, the friction there revealing that not only was her butt in a similarly sizable state, but that her skirt remained unchanged, looking more like a belt on her current proportions. Running a hand down the side of her torso, it was clear her hips managed even to stand wider than her shoulders. Continuing down, where her legs had once been slim, some might even say scrawny, her thighs now exceeded the width of her waist, overflowing with squeezable, cushiony flesh. By the swell under her riding boots, it seemed that her calves suffered the same fate, and further down still, their modest block heels had erupted into towering spikes.

It was miraculous. Unbelievable. But bizarrely, she didn’t feel too disturbed. And judging by the small, conciliatory smile currently stretched over Sumia’s new lips, she likely felt the same. Was it the magic? Was the fact she was capable of wondering if it was the magic proof that it wasn’t the magic? Well, despite the injustice of their… Imbalance, she had to admit that they both looked pretty good…

“I...” The reborn redhead started, only to quickly glance to the doorway. The sound of rapid approach filtered through the ajar door, snippets of conversation accompanied by the sharp tapping of two pairs of heels.

“...get back as soon as possible, Chrom seemed about to burst!” Robin’s voice became distinguishable as she drew closer.

“Fine...” Came Tharja’s tired drone. “You understand this better, though, my love. It’s the stabilisation. An incomplete dose or non-ingested contact can cause... Imbalances.”

Sumia and Cordelia shared a look, a mix of terror and resignation on their faces. Their gazes snapped back to the door as it swung inward, silhouetting the two senior bimbos in the light of the corridor’s lamps. Robin, noticeably dishevelled and significantly taller than her companion, took in the room, down to the mismatched pair on the floor, the pooling of the potion-in-progress among the tiles of the floor, and the empty bottle lying on the floor amongst it all.

Her expression was merely one of surprise, and remained as such for the duration of the awkward stare. Tharja’s started much the same, only to quickly decay, a thunderous exasperation tainting her magically-beautified face.

“...Like them?” Robin smiled awkwardly, picking up the situation fairly quick. Tharja nearly stabbed herself with her nails as she went to pinch the bridge of her nose, infuriated beyond measure.

“Yes. Like them.”