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Cordelia was meant to be with Chrom. That was clear to her. It always had been. There was no reason the two of them shouldn't be together. The redhead had been loyal to the blue-haired leader of the Shepherds for as long as she could remember, and she would do anything to be with him. Unfortunately for her, his heart belonged to another. He hadn't stated it out loud, but she could tell Chrom's affection lied with somebody else.

As much as she wanted to support Chrom's love, she could see that his crush was unfounded as well. While Cordelia watched Chrom from afar, and saw him gaze longingly at the dark-haired beauty of their team, Tharja stalked. It was a horrid chain of longing. Cordelia loved Chrom, who loved Tharja, who loved Robin. Cordelia was smart enough to try and ascertain if Robin had a roundabout crush on her as well, but couldn't find any evidence. Which meant Tharja was the link she needed to break. Thankfully, she knew just what to do.

Tharja was possibly the most powerful mage that Cordelia had ever seen. The pegasus knight was not so skilled with a tome, but she had seen the danger in Tharja's eyes whenever she dared lift her finger to fight. Surely that was part of why Chrom wanted to woo the hex-happy woman. Cordelia figured that Tharja's figure was to blame as well. So in her mind, there were two ways to lessen Chrom's affection for Tharja, without harming the one she loved. Cordelia had to lessen her danger, and change her body.

The trick was doing so in one fell swoop, before Tharja realized what she planned. Cordelia held a powerful item in her possession. A gift from a maiden she'd saved during a recent mission. The beautiful blonde had explained what it did and warned Cordelia of its power. Her own attitude and extreme figure had been proof enough that the item was no joke. All she had to do was place it on Tharja and the magic would flow into her. Just holding it in her fingers, Cordelia felt the ebbing flow of arcane magicks, tempting her to wear the item herself. It was only through her love of Chrom that she resisted.

Cordelia followed after Tharja late one night after dinner. The mage had barely eaten anything, as usual. Instead she spent the night looking longingly at Robin, and reading her texts. It was her best chance to do anything. The redhead waited until Tharja neared her tent, which was isolated from the others. Tharja walked with her book held tight against the underside of her healthy bosom. Her skintight outfit clung to her immaculate body, armored only around her hips.

"Tharja, I'm sorry," Cordelia said, before depositing the crown upon Tharja's head. She quickly retreated. Tharja hadn't even been able to see Cordelia's face before she felt the sudden surge of magic infiltrating her head. The mage dropped her book, both in anger and so she could focus a counter-spell immediately. Tharja's body throbbed with intense energy. Whatever the object on her head was, it was trying to change her. But she'd be damned if she let it. Then Cordelia would be obliterated faster than she could fly away on her pegasus.

Tharja grit her teeth and groaned as her efforts yielded no results so far. She continued to feel the magic pulse into her. Each strike of magic felt like it hit her very soul and threatened to change the very fabric of who she was as a person. The mage trembled as her body fought with all her will against the crown to keep her body as it was. Her violet eyes took on a lighter shade of pink as she felt the magic seep into her brain, soaking it in the crown's influence. Tharja widened her gaze, feeling her scalp tingle like it was electrified. Tingles ran down her body as goosebumps sprouted up all over. Her face emitted pure anger. Rage that stifled her own attempts at resistance, even though it had been a futile effort from the start.

To Cordelia, the transformation was near-instant. But for Tharja, she could feel every change the crown used to alter her body to its whims. A heat built in her thin body. Not a burning one, but a comforting one. More akin to sitting down by a fireplace with a loved one, curled up in a cozy blanket. The warmth came from pounds of fat that piled on her. Tharja's body felt like it was assaulted by hundreds of tiny marshmallows. Spots of flab just appeared on her body and she felt powerless to stop it. She didn't like feeling powerless.

"Ghk!" Try as she might, Tharja couldn't stop the onslaught against her overly-lithe figure. She went from looking malnourished to well-fed in seconds. Her breasts stayed full and round, but the rest of her body became doughy and dense. Her fingers clenched into fists that steadily became thicker, as her digits swelled up like sausages over a fire. The mage's limbs stretched out in her skintight outfit as they fattened up, against her will. Her pupils dilated in intense stress, feeling her figure slipping away from her. The fatter she got, the faster it piled it on, making it an increasingly-uphill battle that she was doomed to fail from the start.

The biggest bulk of the adipose built upon Tharja's belly, where there was tons of room to grow. Her proud, flat abs were melted away like a chunk of lard thrown into the embers of a roaring blaze. Then, immediately replaced with a roll of flab, as fat piled on her like a swarm of thieves trying to pile on a treasure chest. She felt her chunkiness increase, and Tharja wobbled in place as her body rapidly experienced a severe shift in balance and posture.

Her stomach bulged outward, and provided a more stable shelf for her melons, as they cascaded outward as well. Tharja's best physical trait, in her opinion, made even larger. Only to be steadily outshined by her burgeoning gut. Her ass became pudgy and rotund as well, losing the fit perkiness she'd obtained from careful dieting. Love handles rippled down her sides and stretched her outfit further. Yet there had been no tears appearing in the fabric. If there was any sentience in the crown above her head, it had chosen to save her outfit from destruction.

Tharja noticed her hair shifting as magic cascaded around her face. Her long, gorgeous lock stayed raven-black, but began curling up at the ends. She also found them thickening up, as if she'd taken better care of her hair than most. She had not. Tharja growled. The magic in the crown was too strong to beat. It not only altered her body, but her clothing as well. It was the only reason she hadn't been stripped down in front of Cordelia.

The mage's breasts continued to blossom like gigantic meat buns. What had been a sensible cleavage was made ever sluttier the bigger they got. As her tits approached the size of her head, and then surpassed it, more and more flesh was exposed until her areolae were only just hidden. The slightest slip-up and she'd be showing her nips to anyone who could see her massive knockers, and with how wobbly and jiggly her cans felt, that seemed like it would be a common occurrence.

Tharja felt her hands loosening as her fingers got too fat for any sort of physical violence. The tips became so soft that they pressed into each other as the hex-lover found her limbs losing control, going slack at her sides. Another grunt of resistance escaped her lips, much weaker this time, as she felt her cheeks fatten up. The mage groaned in distress. She looked like a squirrel storing nuts for the winter, and there was a distinct weight on her eyes as a layer of sultry pink mascara applied itself. Tharja's body was nearly subsumed by the crown.

There was one spot in Tharja's body that she felt had remained unchanged, and she focused on that as long as possible. But that didn't help her stomach from encroaching further on her body, with the chubby, round mound slapping against thighs as thick as a warrior's broad torso. She felt the weight push down onto her womanhood, as her outfit's backside gave her dimpled backside a hell of a wedgie. Focus, she told herself, even as her cheeks widened further and hair hair framed her face like a crown in itself. Fight it, she repeated, feeling her boobs gain another several cup sizes, each one so immense that she couldn't wrap her jiggly arms around it. She just had to keep… resisting… the changes.

Pop. With a gasp of surprise, Tharja felt her lips plump up like they'd been stung by a bee wizard. Instantly they took on a pink shade to match her mascara, and the new, permanent color of her irises. Each kisser was thicker than her thumbs, after they'd already swollen to be round, doughy tubes. It forced the round-cheeked woman's lips into a constant pout, as a look of dull contentedness came over her face.

"Ooh~~~" Tharja moaned. The book stayed on the grass as she took a few uneasy steps forward, with no intent to retrieve it. Her left hand poked warmly into her cheek, feeling her fingers sink into it. Her other hand grasped the boob closest to it, and felt the mighty weight collapse into her palm. Her head wavered back and forth, unsteady and unsure. The crown still was perched on her head.

Cordelia hesitated a moment before speaking out. One second, Tharja had been there. The next, she'd been transformed into this blobby, made-up woman.

"Tharja?" the redhead asked, gulping a bit. "Are you all right?"

"Oh, I'm quite fine," Tharja said, an unusual lilt in her voice. The former dark mage giggled. For once it didn't fill Cordelia with dread. "I'm just quite full after that delicious feast we had earlier. Mm. I'm going to return to my quarters and, ooh, let this add to the perfection~" Tharja gave her a smile as best as she could, before sauntering away. The sway of Tharja's hips was immense, with her globular backside threatening to knock over anyone who got too close. Cordelia wasn't sure if she was successful or not, but Tharja stopped contributing to their fights, preferring instead to stay inside and feed, or rub down her succulent body.

So… it seemed to have worked.

Until a week later, when a stranger appeared before the Shepherds. She held a bow in her hands, but the immense flab of her arms and her incredible bosom made it clear that she had no real skill with it. Her gut was flabby, with three rolls that built on one another, supporting the mammoth tits that looked ready to spill out of the cleavage window in her green outfit. The woman looked oddly confident with her body, even though she looked remarkably obese. It was a wonder in fact, how she even walked. Or spoke, for that matter, with her lips as thick as a woman's wrist, but she managed well enough.

"Hello everyone~," the overly-rotund woman said, adjusting a shock of her dark blue hair out of her made-up eyes to better show off her gorgeous, squishy face. "I come from the future… You may address me as Madam Noire. Madam Tharja is my mother." She giggled coyly, and heaved up her bosom, letting her arm dig into her flabby belly. "Sir Chrom is my father." Cordelia quietly sulked in the background, trying to tell herself that she'd be satisfied with Chrom's happiness. She just wished she hadn't contributed so… heavily.

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Cordelia was meant to be with Chrom. That was clear to her. It always had been. There was no reason the two of them shouldn't be together. The redhead had been loyal to the blue-haired leader of the Shepherds for as long as she could remember, and she would do anything to be with him. Unfortunately for her, his heart belonged to another. He hadn't stated it out loud, but she could tell Chrom's affection lied with somebody else.

As much as she wanted to support Chrom's love, she could see that his crush was unfounded as well. While Cordelia watched Chrom from afar, and saw him gaze longingly at the dark-haired beauty of their team, Tharja stalked. It was a horrid chain of longing. Cordelia loved Chrom, who loved Tharja, who loved Robin. Cordelia was smart enough to try and ascertain if Robin had a roundabout crush on her as well, but couldn't find any evidence. Which meant Tharja was the link she needed to break. Thankfully, she knew just what to do.

Tharja was possibly the most powerful mage that Cordelia had ever seen. The pegasus knight was not so skilled with a tome, but she had seen the danger in Tharja's eyes whenever she dared lift her finger to fight. Surely that was part of why Chrom wanted to woo the hex-happy woman. Cordelia figured that Tharja's figure was to blame as well. So in her mind, there were two ways to lessen Chrom's affection for Tharja, without harming the one she loved. Cordelia had to lessen her danger, and change her body.

The trick was doing so in one fell swoop, before Tharja realized what she planned. Cordelia held a powerful item in her possession. A gift from a maiden she'd saved during a recent mission. The beautiful blonde had explained what it did and warned Cordelia of its power. Her own attitude and extreme figure had been proof enough that the item was no joke. All she had to do was place it on Tharja and the magic would flow into her. Just holding it in her fingers, Cordelia felt the ebbing flow of arcane magicks, tempting her to wear the item herself. It was only through her love of Chrom that she resisted.

Cordelia followed after Tharja late one night after dinner. The mage had barely eaten anything, as usual. Instead she spent the night looking longingly at Robin, and reading her texts. It was her best chance to do anything. The redhead waited until Tharja neared her tent, which was isolated from the others. Tharja walked with her book held tight against the underside of her healthy bosom. Her skintight outfit clung to her immaculate body, armored only around her hips.

"Tharja, I'm sorry," Cordelia said, before depositing the crown upon Tharja's head. She quickly retreated. Tharja hadn't even been able to see Cordelia's face before she felt the sudden surge of magic infiltrating her head. The mage dropped her book, both in anger and so she could focus a counter-spell immediately. Tharja's body throbbed with intense energy. Whatever the object on her head was, it was trying to change her. But she'd be damned if she let it. Then Cordelia would be obliterated faster than she could fly away on her pegasus.

Tharja grit her teeth and groaned as her efforts yielded no results so far. She continued to feel the magic pulse into her. Each strike of magic felt like it hit her very soul and threatened to change the very fabric of who she was as a person. The mage trembled as her body fought with all her will against the crown to keep her body as it was. Her violet eyes took on a lighter shade of pink as she felt the magic seep into her brain, soaking it in the crown's influence. Tharja widened her gaze, feeling her scalp tingle like it was electrified. Tingles ran down her body as goosebumps sprouted up all over. Her face emitted pure anger. Rage that stifled her own attempts at resistance, even though it had been a futile effort from the start.

To Cordelia, the transformation was near-instant. But for Tharja, she could feel every change the crown used to alter her body to its whims. A heat built in her thin body. Not a burning one, but a comforting one. More akin to sitting down by a fireplace with a loved one, curled up in a cozy blanket. The warmth came from pounds of fat that piled on her. Tharja's body felt like it was assaulted by hundreds of tiny marshmallows. Spots of flab just appeared on her body and she felt powerless to stop it. She didn't like feeling powerless.

"Ghk!" Try as she might, Tharja couldn't stop the onslaught against her overly-lithe figure. She went from looking malnourished to well-fed in seconds. Her breasts stayed full and round, but the rest of her body became doughy and dense. Her fingers clenched into fists that steadily became thicker, as her digits swelled up like sausages over a fire. The mage's limbs stretched out in her skintight outfit as they fattened up, against her will. Her pupils dilated in intense stress, feeling her figure slipping away from her. The fatter she got, the faster it piled it on, making it an increasingly-uphill battle that she was doomed to fail from the start.

The biggest bulk of the adipose built upon Tharja's belly, where there was tons of room to grow. Her proud, flat abs were melted away like a chunk of lard thrown into the embers of a roaring blaze. Then, immediately replaced with a roll of flab, as fat piled on her like a swarm of thieves trying to pile on a treasure chest. She felt her chunkiness increase, and Tharja wobbled in place as her body rapidly experienced a severe shift in balance and posture.

Her stomach bulged outward, and provided a more stable shelf for her melons, as they cascaded outward as well. Tharja's best physical trait, in her opinion, made even larger. Only to be steadily outshined by her burgeoning gut. Her ass became pudgy and rotund as well, losing the fit perkiness she'd obtained from careful dieting. Love handles rippled down her sides and stretched her outfit further. Yet there had been no tears appearing in the fabric. If there was any sentience in the crown above her head, it had chosen to save her outfit from destruction.

Tharja noticed her hair shifting as magic cascaded around her face. Her long, gorgeous lock stayed raven-black, but began curling up at the ends. She also found them thickening up, as if she'd taken better care of her hair than most. She had not. Tharja growled. The magic in the crown was too strong to beat. It not only altered her body, but her clothing as well. It was the only reason she hadn't been stripped down in front of Cordelia.

The mage's breasts continued to blossom like gigantic meat buns. What had been a sensible cleavage was made ever sluttier the bigger they got. As her tits approached the size of her head, and then surpassed it, more and more flesh was exposed until her areolae were only just hidden. The slightest slip-up and she'd be showing her nips to anyone who could see her massive knockers, and with how wobbly and jiggly her cans felt, that seemed like it would be a common occurrence.

Tharja felt her hands loosening as her fingers got too fat for any sort of physical violence. The tips became so soft that they pressed into each other as the hex-lover found her limbs losing control, going slack at her sides. Another grunt of resistance escaped her lips, much weaker this time, as she felt her cheeks fatten up. The mage groaned in distress. She looked like a squirrel storing nuts for the winter, and there was a distinct weight on her eyes as a layer of sultry pink mascara applied itself. Tharja's body was nearly subsumed by the crown.

There was one spot in Tharja's body that she felt had remained unchanged, and she focused on that as long as possible. But that didn't help her stomach from encroaching further on her body, with the chubby, round mound slapping against thighs as thick as a warrior's broad torso. She felt the weight push down onto her womanhood, as her outfit's backside gave her dimpled backside a hell of a wedgie. Focus, she told herself, even as her cheeks widened further and hair hair framed her face like a crown in itself. Fight it, she repeated, feeling her boobs gain another several cup sizes, each one so immense that she couldn't wrap her jiggly arms around it. She just had to keep… resisting… the changes.

Pop. With a gasp of surprise, Tharja felt her lips plump up like they'd been stung by a bee wizard. Instantly they took on a pink shade to match her mascara, and the new, permanent color of her irises. Each kisser was thicker than her thumbs, after they'd already swollen to be round, doughy tubes. It forced the round-cheeked woman's lips into a constant pout, as a look of dull contentedness came over her face.

"Ooh~~~" Tharja moaned. The book stayed on the grass as she took a few uneasy steps forward, with no intent to retrieve it. Her left hand poked warmly into her cheek, feeling her fingers sink into it. Her other hand grasped the boob closest to it, and felt the mighty weight collapse into her palm. Her head wavered back and forth, unsteady and unsure. The crown still was perched on her head.

Cordelia hesitated a moment before speaking out. One second, Tharja had been there. The next, she'd been transformed into this blobby, made-up woman.

"Tharja?" the redhead asked, gulping a bit. "Are you all right?"

"Oh, I'm quite fine," Tharja said, an unusual lilt in her voice. The former dark mage giggled. For once it didn't fill Cordelia with dread. "I'm just quite full after that delicious feast we had earlier. Mm. I'm going to return to my quarters and, ooh, let this add to the perfection~" Tharja gave her a smile as best as she could, before sauntering away. The sway of Tharja's hips was immense, with her globular backside threatening to knock over anyone who got too close. Cordelia wasn't sure if she was successful or not, but Tharja stopped contributing to their fights, preferring instead to stay inside and feed, or rub down her succulent body.

So… it seemed to have worked.

Until a week later, when a stranger appeared before the Shepherds. She held a bow in her hands, but the immense flab of her arms and her incredible bosom made it clear that she had no real skill with it. Her gut was flabby, with three rolls that built on one another, supporting the mammoth tits that looked ready to spill out of the cleavage window in her green outfit. The woman looked oddly confident with her body, even though she looked remarkably obese. It was a wonder in fact, how she even walked. Or spoke, for that matter, with her lips as thick as a woman's wrist, but she managed well enough.

"Hello everyone~," the overly-rotund woman said, adjusting a shock of her dark blue hair out of her made-up eyes to better show off her gorgeous, squishy face. "I come from the future… You may address me as Madam Noire. Madam Tharja is my mother." She giggled coyly, and heaved up her bosom, letting her arm dig into her flabby belly. "Sir Chrom is my father." Cordelia quietly sulked in the background, trying to tell herself that she'd be satisfied with Chrom's happiness. She just wished she hadn't contributed so… heavily.