[Brattification]

“Aaaand that’s the last one! Hope that helped!”

The ever-energetic and high-spirited Amber cried out as she dropped a bunch of boxes off at the Dawn Winery, wiping the sweat off her brow. “I mean, it really should’ve, carrying all of those while gliding is something only I can do, and it should’ve sped everything up!” She chimed, her eyes focusing on the redheaded man that owned the estate…

“You were sufficient. I didn’t need your help, nor did I asked for the Knights of Favonius to lend a hand.” Diluc, the owner and heir to the Winery, replied callously as he examined the bottles within every box. “That being said, your actions did not result in any of these bottles being damaged. As useless as the Knights are, you managed to perform adequately.”

Amber twitched in response to the judging nobleman’s glare and degrading comments. “You know, I went out of my way to help your men deliver your goods, you could at least not treat us like dirt for once!” She huffed and puffed, feeling more than insulted. In fact, she was outright livid!

“Your reward for this endeavor will be a bottle of your choosing. As well as a meal to recuperate your energy following all that you’ve done.” Diluc replied without even missing a beat, pulling out one of the bottles as he offered it to the brunette. “Not that I would partake in a bottle myself. The taste is awful.”

The Outrider blinked for a few moments as she looked between the bottle and the man that offered it, prompting her to grab it and stuff it into her bag. “I mean, since you’re offering, I guess you’re not all bad!” The girl chimed, the gesture putting a lid on her steaming anger. Just like always, a gift was enough to make her simple mind stop worrying about the fine details…

“I wouldn’t have the reputation I do if I weren’t able to conduct myself in public.” The redhead replied with a dry tone as he rummaged through the crates, wondering if his men had done their job and smuggled a bottle of grape juice along with the rest of the wares, only to pause as he couldn’t find it. ‘I will have to talk to them about our arrangement later, but for now…’

Diluc turned back towards the brunette, who already seemed like she had plans for the wine that she had acquired. “... I must apologize for breaking you out of whatever you’re fantasizing about, but there was something that piqued my interests a few days ago. Something that even you Knights may be able to help with.” He explained, motioning for the excited girl to follow him over to a certain stall…

Amber nodded as she skipped after the cold and rude-mouthed heir, only to gasp as she noticed all of the bread that was display at the stall. “I didn’t know the winery doubled as a bakery! No wonder there’s been an influx of bread for the whole of Mondstadt!”

“On the contrary, we managed to nail a contract with a foreign distributor. Their main merchant, a strange set of twins that were proficient with Cryo, offered a sample to the estate.” The redhead explained as he picked up one of the wide looking buns, grimacing as his fingers nearly sunk through it. “While I appreciate the partnership we’ve now established, I can’t be certain that the food is safe for consumption. I have never heard of ‘House Forma’, much less these types of meals. If you are willing to give them a taste, you may have another bottle of the winery’s finest for your efforts.”

If the outrider was smart, and she really wasn’t, she might’ve realized that all of this sounded a little funny. More than that, the fact that the redhead wanted to expose her to danger over his own was just plain rude! She should give him a piece of her mind when they were done here, maybe knock him across the head with Baron Bunny until he understood what it meant to be nice. Still, he had made a formal request, and she’d be a lousy Knight if she turned it down!

“As an Outrider and Knight of Favonius, I’ll gladly try them! Not just because I’m hungry or anything, but because it is our duty to protect those that live in our Kingdom!” Amber cried out, masking the slight growl that echoed from her tummy. Despite her posterizing, despite all of her worries… She was just really hungry. And she needed a good excuse to seem morally superior to the redhead!

She picked up one of the buns, noticing the peach-like shape… or was it more like a butt? She couldn’t really tell, since every time she tried to reorient it, her hands nearly sunk into it and crushed it to mere crumbs. She just had to go ahead and try it, consequences be damned..!

Diluc just watched, resting his elbows on the guard of his blade. If it was safe, then he wouldn’t have to use it. If it wasn’t, he was ready to knock the girl out and get her the medical treatment she needed. He wasn’t cruel enough to let another human perish as long as they didn’t deserve it.

Of course, neither of them could’ve anticipated what came after that consumption. Amber’s body started violently vibrating as she gasped and panted, feeling a massive heat swelling up within her heart. All while she seemed to shrink ever slightly, making her curves stand out more than anything.

It wasn’t just her body that was affected either. Her clothes, formerly cozy in all of the right ways, were reduced to nothing more than a red tubetop that pressed her pretty titties up against her chest and a set of short shorts that did little to capture the junk in the trunk. And thanks to the transformation, both sets were jiggling like mad, sweat and delight being tossed all around…

Her expression quickly changed from a worried one to one that definitely said ‘brat’. Her demanding glare, her puffy and pouty lips, the shine of innocence in her eyes, and the excessive makeup that stained her cheeks. It was too much for many, but for a brat like her, the kind that loved to dine on Brat Buns like the one she just chowed down, it was exactly enough. Maybe not even enough!

Amber’s hair tugged itself upward as the effects of the magical food continued to change her. Especially as the strands wrapped themselves into the shape of pigtails that hung off the top of her head, the brattiest hairstyle known to man. It really emphasized it all, as she stomped her foot onto the ground and crossed her arms right below her enormous bratty boobies.

“Hmph! That was really tasty, but I want more! Hey, geezer!” The younger brunette cried out as she glared up at Diluc, now a good head or so shorter than him despite her excessive curves. “Gimme more! You better, I won’t take no for an answer!” Despite his intimidating presence, she didn’t care. She wanted her meal! She wanted more Brat Buns! And she was going to get them too, whether he wanted to hand them over willingly or not!

To say that the redhead was unamused by all of this would be an understatement. To say that he hadn’t prepared himself for this was equally true, as he slowly pulled his sword into its proper position. “No.” He said, his burning gaze locked on the pig-tailed brat in front of him. “You have to pay for more. Brats don’t get anything just by throwing a tantrum.”

“Hell yeah we do, you’re just a geezer who doesn’t understand!” The brattified Amber cried out as she stomped down, her boots having turned into heels that made her stand up real tall… which didn’t actually change her stature. If anything, it revealed just how short she had gotten, if she needed them to stand ‘tall’.

Diluc just stared at her, his mind wincing at her commands. Something in his head told him to obey her demands, no matter how ridiculous they seemed. He wasn’t about to do that, no way. He was going to discipline this kid for thinking she could just demand things, and then he’d try and fix her.

Without saying another word, the heir brought his sword down on her, flames surrounding the metal as he tried to pull off a strike that would deal with any kind of monster. A strike that sent a phoenix of flames blowing into the wind ahead…

A strike that was utterly useless in the face of a brat like Amber, who grabbed his sword between her fingers. “Geez, Geezer. You really think you can hit a kid? What, are you a child abuser or something?” She mocked him as she pinched her fingers together, crushing the tempered steel stuck between them.

“W-What?!” The redhead cried out, utterly shocked. And in that moment, with his mouth gaping as he tried to process all that just happened… He found a Brat Bun being stuffed into his hole, pushed straight through his gag reflex as it fell into his tummy in a matter of seconds. Courtesy of the brunette in front of him, who just grinned and giggled at his attempts to struggle and rationalize any of this.

Diluc had little time to adapt to this, feeling the effects of the bun overwhelming him. His height was the first to go, shrinking him to a point where he was even shorter than the brown-haired brat that just outdid all of his swordsmanship and strength with one simple maneuver. His clothes came next, turning it all into scraps before a tube-top squeezed against his flat chest, and a nice thong pressed its way against the junk hanging loose down below…

His mind was quickly dissolving in a similar fashion to the way Amber’s had, all of his normal thoughts turning into nothing but crude and childish desires. He felt the thong beneath tugging away at his crotch, and he couldn’t help himself as he squeezed those things together, feeling their new plush size really digging into the bulge trying to hide in his underwear. It felt so good that the tip of his cock started droolin’ a little precum, the light in his eyes quickly replaced with a bunch of bratty nonsense…

The brand new brat reached down to grasp his cock, feeling it grow in his hand, pressing up against his chest while it leaked more and more of that sticky goodness. All while his thighs, his ass, but most importantly his balls thickened outward. The sound of his cum sloshing around brought a grin to his bratty expression, his cheeks flushing red from the added makeup. Even if he was a bitchy brat boy, he still liked a bit of feminine stuff. Mostly because his ‘Sister’, the brat watching him masturbate with a gleeful grin, liked that sorta thing too.

Diluc licked his lips as his hair grew out, before wrapping into a set of pigtails just like his brown-haired ‘Sister’. All while the brat that he had become squeezed his thighs together again, his tummy rumbling as his hunger rose through his body… “Siiiisss…” The needy redhead cried out as he tried to hump up against her thick thigh, grinning and drooling all the while. “I wanna get the good shit…”

“Mmhm, so do I! And there’s this place that belongs to a dumb geezer! Let’s raid it and take all his stuff! His cash too, just so we can slap it against those big stupid adults who think they’ve got it all!” Amber grinned as she grabbed her horny ‘Brother’ by his crotch, dragging him along with a wicked look on both of their horny faces.

The Knights of Favonius would soon encounter the brattified duo, who were eventually returned to normal thanks to a swift defeat. However, they both refused to talk about this experience ever again, deeming it far too embarrassing and damning for their reputation.

And yet, their tummies craved another taste of those wonderful Brat Buns, and the freedom it brought them. Being a brat was addicting...