Cordelia had everything going for her. Perfect in every way... Except at least one. That was why she had come to Tharja's mysterious workshop. All manner of strong smells filled the air, scents fighting for dominance over the human nose. Vapor readily rose from Tharja's cauldron, a large vat seemingly of gold filled with a mysterious purple liquid. The red haired knight had just made what must be the most embarrassing request of her life. Her face matching her hair, she fidgeted nervously. Tharja didn't even seem to react when posed the question, instead continuing to stir the glowing fluid with what looked like the oar of a boat.
Finally Tharja spoke. "I see. You want to know the secret to making your breasts larger."
Feeling yet hotter, Cordelia merely squeaked in agreement.
Tharja didn't even look at her guest. "The truth is, I too once had a small chest."
Grabbing a small bottle off a nearby shelf, the mage dunked the glass container into the vat. She turned to Cordelia, lifting the bottle now filled with the purple liquid.
"But if you drink this potion, they will immediately..."
"Really?!" Cordelia interrupted. She couldn't believe that finally, her biggest flaw and source of much teasing from her former comrades, would be fixed.
"Well then... Drink up." Tharja handed Cordelia the bottle. The knight sniffed the potion. It had an odd smell, unlike anything she had smelt before.
"Is this safe?" Cordelia hesitated, "It's kind of purple and frothy, but..."
Tharja turned away. "It's fine," she reassured her friend, "I drink it every day. It's even good for your skin."
"I... see..." Cordelia replied, unnerved at how Tharja didn't look at her when she spoke. Looking back to the bottle, many different thoughts entered her mind. Would it even work? What would Tharja gain from this? Could it be toxic? Well, it didn't smell like any poisons she knew of...
What's the worst that could happen? Probably a bad stomach... Though even bad effects could be training, Cordelia thought, electing to try the drink. Besides, the risk is worth the reward. Her mind made up, Cordelia lifted the bottle to her lips, before taking a large swig, downing it in one. She didn't even notice Tharja keenly observing her. The mage smirked to herself, having gotten away with every lie she had told her comrade. Finishing the bottle, Cordelia looked down at her body.
"Nothing seems different..." she noted
"Don't worry, it probably... I mean, it takes a while to work," Tharja said, "you'll have to keep drinking it for a few days."
Cordelia narrowed her eyes at the dark haired mage. She had noticed Tharja catching herself mid sentence.
Before Cordelia could voice her concerns, Chrom appeared through the door.
"Ah, there you two are," he began, "I need you two on our next skirmish. We've spotted risen in the nearby woodland."
"At once, milord!" the knight quickly saluted.
"Fine..." the mage sighed, though secretly she was keen to observe the effects of her concoction on her crimson haired comrade.
Not long after, Cordelia was in the field of battle, though this one seemed more like an extermination. Now that the vanguard had dealt with the first wave, it was her turn to advance and wipe out any stragglers. Flying on the back of her pegasus, she spied a lone risen swordsman on the ground. Quickly descending, she suddenly felt a strange surge in bloodlust. Unable to control herself, she let out a battle cry as she dove from her pegasus, lance first, landing on and impaling the risen before it could see her coming.
"What is wrong with me?" Cordelia wondered aloud as her victim crumbled to dust. Briefly looking down to her lance, she didn't have time to inspect herself before she heard an undead wail. Alert, she turned to see five more foes, of a variety of classes. Her strange desire for battle returning, she lunged at the next enemy, killing it in a single blow. Fighting like a woman possessed, it wasn't long before the rest were gone.
"What's going on?" she questioned again as the feeling faded. She caught herself subconsciously shifting her shoulder, noticing that her pauldron was uncomfortable. She went to adjust her armor, only to find herself fumbling with the strap. This was normally so easy, why was she having trouble with such a simple task? She noticed her fingers weren't all the way into her gloves. Cursing her carelessness, she pulled her hand through, only to interrupt her repairs when she noticed two more risen atop a nearby hill.
The enemies were quite far from her, so she figured Robin planned to have another fighter deal with them. As she was thinking this, she had closed the distance between them. Gasping at her own feat, her lance sank into the torso of one, before she ripped it out and dealt a mortal wound to the second. She grew worried as her enemies faded. Was something controlling her? She was normally such a slow runner, how did she get here so fast? Confused, she was taken back again as she felt a cold breeze. In her last series of attacks, her shoulder guards had fallen off. The rest of her armor suddenly clattered to the ground, leaving her in only her tunic. Very concerned, she crouched down to retrieve her armor only to notice that her boots and uniform were like a tent on her. The bottom of her skirt almost reached her knees!
"By the gods..." Cordelia marveled as she tried to take in the overwhelming and confusing sensations she had been presented with. The trees were huge, and she was sure her lance was a lot bigger than it was before.
"I see. Very interesting..." Cordelia whipped round to see Tharja approaching. She was about to ask yet another question when she stopped, mouth agape. Tharja seemed to be incredibly tall!
"T-Tharja!" Cordelia stuttered, "Help me! I don't know what's happening!"
"Neither do I," Tharja confessed, stopping and bending down to address the much smaller woman, "though I think I'll figure it out in a minute."
Before Cordelia could answer, two more risen jumped out of the undergrowth. She tried to warn Tharja, but the knight had already skewered both of them on the same lance.
"What do you..." Cordelia uttered, but stopped when she saw her friend again. Tharja was now even bigger!
"And that confirms it." the giant mage knelt down, placing both of her hands on Cordelia's head. She would have been annoyed by the condescending gesture, but she wanted answers.
"What's happening? Is this some weird dream?"
"Listen to me very carefully," Tharja began, "That potion bestows incredible strength. It's an old recipe I found in one of my tomes, but I modified it a bit. This one also increases speed, it seems."
"Wha... You lied to me!" Cordelia shouted, anger welling up.
"It causes an unstoppable rage whenever one sees an enemy," she continued, ignoring her test subject, "but this one seems to have an unfortunate side effect. The user becomes smaller while they feel this fury."
"Becomes smaller?" Cordelia questioned, when suddenly everything clicked. The giant trees, the huge foes, her armor falling off, and now Tharja's enlarged body.
"I've shrunk?!" the red haired woman realized.
"You certainly have," Tharja confirmed, "I'd say you're about half your normal size. And soon to be smaller."
Before Cordelia could question Tharja further, she spied another group of enemies. These fell as quickly as the last. The last cloud of doubt left Cordelia's mind when she found herself standing in the neck of her tunic.
"Now about a foot tall," Tharja observed, "and somehow so cute!" she lifted Cordelia into the air.
"Put me down!" Cordelia protested, struggling against her comrade, and feeling very cold. Blushing furiously, she noticed she was naked.
"Oh." Tharja exclaimed, quickly putting her friend down, "that was odd. I don't know what came over me."
Two more enemies appeared. As the died, Cordelia wondered how she could even lift her lance anymore, before seeing her world grow larger.
"Incredible." Tharja commented, leaning down as she watched the tiny woman shrink. Cordelia didn't have time to flee as nailed hands closed around her.
"Unhand me!" the tiny knight demanded. Lifted into the air, she fearfully flailed at probing fingernails as she dwindled in the mage's palm.
Her shrinking over, Cordelia stood up, reflexively covering her sensitive areas with her arms. She glared up at her tormentor, her face blushing even more now.
"How embarrassing..." Tharja taunted, rifling in her bag. She produced a small piece of cloth, though the size of a blanket to the two inch tall woman, and wrapped the knight. Cordelia squirmed during this ordeal, the rough surface uncomfortable on her bare body. She attempted to adjust the makeshift clothing, but had no time before she fell from Tharja's hand into darkness. The mage had dropped her into a small bag.
"Now then," Tharja contemplated aloud as a muffled scream sounded, "What to do next..."
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