A Fire Emblem Transformation Story
(Female Age Regression)
“What was that… That... TROLLOP thinking?” Camilla stormed into her room, glowering. “Bad enough I have to work with Hoshidans, but to think they’d even imagine saying Corrin is too young for me! Just because he’s my darling baby brother...”
The violet-haired woman paused, folding her arms under her ample bosom. “Then again, now that I say it aloud, I can understand where they’re coming from. I’ll need to deal with the handmaidens that said it was permissible to address him as such. For now, however… I believe I have just the tome.”
As eldest princess of Nohr, Camilla held access to a number of magical artifacts, one of which was a tome of ‘unspeakably dark’ arts. She’d not touched it yet, given that her own spells were steeped in shadow. But this was a special situation, and the tome was said to grant any wish… For a price.
Camilla flipped through the pages, until she alighted on a spell perfect for the task at hand: it was one that allowed the caster to transfer years of their life to another. Camilla read it aloud with a twinkle in her eye, playing a hand along the page and beaming as its runes flared to life.
She could feel the spell working, could feel herself getting younger. Her breasts shrank slightly in her armor as her figure lost its fetishistic proportions, instead taking on the slim frame she’d held as a young adult. Logically, this meant Corrin would be aged to match, by her math.
“Let’s see… We were six years apart, so a loss of three years should be enough to make Corrin gain three…” Camilla counted on her fingers, a grin spreading across her face. “Perfectly old enough to properly appreciate his big sister!”
She giggled, taking a step towards his room and promptly falling on her face. Her greaves had gotten much looser in the past second, and her brow furrowed in confusion. The young woman looked down to her hands, only for her eyes widen as her fingers began to recede towards her palms.
“No! That’s not right…” Desperately, Camilla looked back to her spellbook, finding the runes were still glowing. In the time it had taken her to notice, she’d shrank back to how she’d looked as a teenager, and it didn’t look like there was any stop in sight.
“STOP!” She shrieked, her voice taking on the piercing lilt of a scorned teen. Her body had lost all semblance of tone, reverting back to her lanky childhood self, reverting to a girl she’d struggled so hard to leave behind. “No, I didn’t want this, this isn’t fair!”
Her gauntlets slipped from her shrinking arms to clatter on the ground, and she hurriedly undid her breastplate, wincing as she noticed there was very little breast to plate. Her body had regressed to a child’s, not a sign of her earlier curves to be found. “How’m I gonna get Corrin to like me like thith?” She lisped, blushing as her childhood bucked teeth returned with a vengeance.
“Godth, no! It took me yearth to grow out of thith!” Camilla pressed a hand to her mouth, shuddering as she felt how much softer her face was, yet how thinner her once-plump lips had become. A chill trailed down her spine, and she dashed towards the book, her little legs carrying her as fast as they could… Until they couldn’t carry her.
She fell to her knees and hands with a wail, looking down to watch as her long legs pulled in towards her body, her arms following suit soon after. The purple-haired girl tried to stand on them, but only managed to reach a toddle before falling hard on her bottom.
“Pwease! No, don’t wanna be a toddawuh!” Camilla gasped, looking to her little hands, her chubby belly, her tiny toes. She was barely a few years of age now, and the realization made her scream in terror.
“Is everything okay?” A female voice called, and the diminutive spellcaster looked up to see a gorgeous silver-haired woman burst into the room. The woman was dressed rather comfortably, like one of the castle’s ladies-yet Camilla had no memory of this beauty from the many parties she’d attended. However, the woman also had pointed ears, bare feet, and crimson eyes-just like Camilla’s brother.
“Cowwin?” Camilla lisped, her toddler’s voice light and airy. She looked up to the buxom woman in disbelief, unable to reconcile the figure with that of her little brother. The woman’s eyes were unmistakable though, despite her matronly figure.
“Cammy! There you are, my darling girl!” Corrin cooed, scooping the toddler in her arms, clearly not noticing anything awry with her current situation. “Oh, it’s been so long since you’ve been fed, Momma’s sorry! I got caught up in all that business trying to make peace between Nohr and Hoshido.”
Camilla’s eyes widened as Corrin pulled one of her breasts from within her shirt, and a hunger filled the infant’s belly. She shook her head, pouting and wriggling her smaller limbs. “No! Imma not baby! Am pwincess Camiwwa!” Her cheeks burned with humiliation-she couldn’t even say her name anymore! “Am feawsome wawwiow!”
“Of course you are, my darling Cammy.” Corrin chuckled. “Just because you’re adopted doesn’t make you any less my strong, brave little girl. And you know what they say, big girls like you need to drink up so they can become ‘feawsome wawwiows’ like your big brother Xander.”
Camilla teared up, realizing what had happened. She’d transferred years to Corrin, sure enough-too many years. Instead of equalizing their ages, she’d made Corrin into some kind of sexy housewife! The little girl struggled with how to reverse the spell, and as she did he instinctively went for a drink to help gather her thoughts.
The slight salt of sweat on Corrin’s nipple alerted Camilla to what she was doing, and by then it was too late. Her infantile mouth had begun to suckle at her new mother’s tear, drinking a warm cream that numbed her mind, washed away her thoughts.
“Momma, no…” Camilla mumbled around her mother’s breast, unable to think of the woman as her brother any longer. Her memories of the past were being wiped away as surely as Corrin’s had been, and she had to fight to keep hold of them.
Camilla was high princes, and loved chewing nummies… No, conquering nations! She wanted to treasure her precious brother-momma, and wanted to grow up big and strong like Xander! No, that wasn’t right either! She was Camilla, baby… No, She was Camiwwa! No! She was... Was…
“Camiwwa sweepy…” The toddler nuzzled up to her mother’s breasts, resting her little eyes, consigning herself to her new fate. She shrank a little as she nuzzled her mother more, her toddler’s body dwindling into that of an infant’s. Drool dripped from her lips onto Corrin’s large bosom, and she contentedly stuck her thumb in mouth.
As the baby forever lost her adult mind, Corrin rocked her gently, smiling patiently. Then the red-eyed woman looked to the tome on the ground, sighing. “Almost just like when Elise read it with Xander… We really need to lock these things away better.”