(Female Age Regression)
Fiora sighed contentedly as she stepped out from the hot springs. Droplets of the spring’s azure water clung to her form as she reached for her towel, and for once she was glad that she could take a day off. Much as the Pegasus Knight hated to admit it, being commander of Ilia’s Fifth Wing took a toll on herself.
She smiled and toweled herself off, her blue hair glimmering as she tossed it over a shoulder. “Sometimes, things just happen to go my way.” She said to nobody in particular, blissfully unaware that things were about to go rather awry.
The first sign that something was wrong was that she had to tighten her towel a little more than usual. Her brow furrowed in confusion, but she let the oddity slip her mind easily enough. After all, there was a chance that she’d accidentally borrowed one of her sister’s cloths.
Said towel slipped from her form a second later, and this time Fiora had to recognize that something was wrong. The woman looked down to her exposed body and blinked in surprise, unsure if she was seeing correctly. It looked like her trimmed body hair had vanished altogether, leaving her skin completely smooth.
“That’s not right…” She muttered, bending down and taking the towel in her hands. She moved to wrap it around her body again, this time noticing that she had to tighten it even more than before. “That’s really not right!”
She was shrinking a bit at a time, some magic working its way along her body. Her feet slapped against the spring’s warm stones as she ran to her armor, grimacing as the treacherous towel undid itself once more.
This time, it exposed further changes to her form. A familiar appearance greeted her eyes, though it was one that she hadn’t seen for nearly half a decade. She’d somehow reverted back to her late teenage years, and it looked like there was no end in sight for this regression.
Sure enough, her breasts were beginning to recede into her chest, eliciting a faint whimper from the former woman, current girl. She reached for her pack, grabbing a vulnerary from its contents and upending it. Rather than stalling whatever was happening to her, the healing concoction instead seemed to accelerate the changes.
A dizzying sense of vertigo almost overtook her, and she placed a hand against a nearby outcropping to steady herself. Her palm slipped down the stone’s steam-smoothed surface as she shrank, leaving a distinctive print on it. The ground looked so much closer to her now, and her heart hammered in her chest as she realized that there was no fighting what was happening to her.
“No! I gotta get hewp! Fiowa doesn’t wanna be a baby!” She yelped, clapping smaller hands across her lips. Baby fat spread across her reddening cheeks as she realized that she was now a toddler, and she fell onto her plump bottom.
The coordination she’d once sported as a Pegasus Knight had fled with her years of experience, leaving her a woefully clumsy infant. Her long hair receded back into her head, leaving her the short-cropped trim that her parents had chosen for her at that age. She combed her hands through it, tearing up at the loss of her gorgeous blue locks.
“FIOWA NO BABBY GAAH!” She wailed, wriggling her little arms and legs in a miniature tantrum. The more she wailed, the simpler her mind got, the less she remembered about her adult life. By the time she’d tuckered herself out, the girl had the intelligence of an average babe.
“Fiowa… Gaabaa… Goo…” She muttered, eyes slowly drifting closed. Then they opened as her ‘younger’ sisters walked into the spring, arguing with themselves as usual.
“I’m telling you, Fiora wouldn’t want to bathe here. She usually does her research on local attractions, and she’d know that this is a fountain of youth.”
“And I’m telling you that she explicitely told me to oh my God look at… At…”
Fiora giggled up to her sisters, lifting her arms. “Gah bah Fiowa go widdle!” In all honesty, she was rather proud of herself for stringing together so many grown-up words.