Verona threw her arms out wide and laughed. “That’s right! Give me your youth my pretty one!”
Laina felt a strange new sensation growing in her limbs and stomach as her entire body began to become sore. It was as if she had run for miles or been lifting heavy objects for hours and her muscles were exhausted suddenly. Her bones began to almost vibrate and twitch within her limbs and her heart began to beat faster. She could barely catch her breath and looked down to see what was happening to her. She could see her arms and legs starting to flex and stretch at an incredibly slow pace that she would never have noticed had she not been a trained wizard. She was growing older as the magic began to drain her body of its youth and vitality. She could feel her hair shifting under her wide hat while its growth tickled the back of her neck and ears.
A cackle caused her to look up and all three of the Sorceresses were beginning to transform as well, only at a much faster pace. Verona clutched her ribs and bent forward her body shaking with intense spasms that made her feet slide on the floor and her skin seemed to shiver. She moaned a long and dry sound as she grit her remaining teeth together. Behind her Avalia was holding the sides of her head as if in agony and gasping for air. She began to lower herself towards the ground as if losing strength in her limbs and pushing her rear out behind her. Iria had her hand over her mouth as if about to throw up and groaned a low growl of pain. She suddenly flung herself back into a nearby chair and threw her arm dramatically over her head with a loud sigh.
Verona looked up at Laina, her violet eyes becoming a deeper and richer purple tone. “A-are you watching little wizard?”
Verona wailed her dry voice suddenly gaining a deep and rich tone which filled the room and rose from deep within her chest. She threw her head back and her arms out wide as her skin shifted like sculpting clay and began to plump out with a smooth tanned flesh color. Her skin rolled outward as muscles regrew and caused her arms and legs to thicken into those of a mature but beautiful woman. Her hips rounded outward, stretching her purple dress and tearing a slit down to her feet. Her breasts swelled up as she threw her arms wide, fattening into round bouncing mounds and stretching the fabric of her dress until it tore. Now her breasts hung loose and her nipples perked forward with renewed color and vitality, before she adjusted the fabric to cover them again. Her hair ran a deep and glossy black, as if someone was pouring ink atop her head and letting it flow down the hair itself. She threw her head back undoing the bun and shaking out her dark hair while grinning at Laina, her face now sensual and barely out of her thirties. Her lips were ruby red, her nose and chin sharp, and her eyes were so purple it was shocking.
“Try not to stare little one…” Verona mocked in her deep voice. “I have that effect on boys and girls.” She said as she put her hand on her hip and her breasts bounced vigorously.
Laina was stunned, but could feel her body still changing. Her teeth were growing thicker as if transforming from her first set into adult teeth, while her jaw was becoming sharper and more defined. Now her chest was beginning to grow outward too and she felt a powerful but sore sensation her breasts as they began to mature slowly. Her hips were now pressing against the sides of her skirt and she could feel the pressure from their growth raising it up from her ankles. Even as her own legs were slowly growing down and her feet beginning to fill her oversized boots, Laina could not help but gasp in shock at the sight of the witches changing before her.
Avalia suddenly swelled starting in her feet which regained a warm peach tone, lost their wrinkles and stretched out of her tiny shoes. Her calves fattened up until they were fit and curved, before her thighs began to push up and lengthen into some of the most sensual legs Laina had ever seen. Next came her hips and butt, which ballooned into a jiggling and smooth heart shape, filling the sagging folds at her sides to the point of bursting. Avalia’s skirt tore in the front and back revealing a pair of blue underwear which were suddenly overflowing with soft skin as if far too small. Her upper body followed and tear-drop shaped but modest breasts perked up in the top of her dress, while her arms filled into the soft but dainty limbs of a young woman. Finally her wrinkled face smoothed out like a marble statue, her brown eyes almond shaped and stark behind her foggy spectacles. With the sultry laugh of a seductress, Avalia threw her glasses away and blew a kiss between puffy pink lips towards Laina. She had a long pointed face and her hair started to fluff up and turn a deep auburn brown.
“Ooooooh my!” She said with a flirty but sexual voice, thrusting her round butt out behind her and leaning down onto her knee. “Aren’t I just amazing?”
Laina felt a rush of warmth in her forehead as her torso was gaining length, and she grit her teeth against the sensation. It felt like some invisible being was slowly stretching her midsection and now her arms were beginning to fill out into the tight shackles which held her. She looked almost like a fifteen year old girl, her body going through puberty at high speed. This caused her to sweat and groan as her body grew almost a foot and a half, her hair flowing down nearly two feet. She shifted her hips back and forth as her legs grew and tried to keep her feet even on the floor as one occasionally outpaced the other.
“Pl-please stop!” She whispered, but the Sorceresses did not listen.
Now Iria was changing with a fresh wash of the milkiest skin Laina had ever seen flowing down her head to her toes. Her dress which had been stretching at the midsection suddenly sank in as her wasp thin waist returned to her. She made a soft “Ooh!” as her chubby butt and thighs were squeezed inward until they were curvy and seductive. With a gasp of “AH~HA!” her sagging heavy breasts expanded until they were huge and filled the loose front of her dress, causing it to snap loudly. It split down to her navel, revealing a toned but thin stomach beneath and huge perfectly shaped cleavage above. Iria’s pudgy face seemed to flow back until it was soft and almost baby faced. Rosy cheeks, big blue eyes, a tiny nose and a petite but sensual mouth made her look the youngest of all. Her hair seemed to sparkle as intense blond curls washed through it and she rose with a funny little hop that made her enormous breasts sway and bounce. She grabbed them with her hands and giggled in a voice like a teenager.
“Hoo hoo hoo! Look at my beautiful body! I’m sexy again!” She cheered before jumping up and down playfully.
Verona turned and looked to her compatriots each taking in the others renewed beauty. Verona was dark and exotic, her body a perfect hourglass shape with the charismatic face of a queen. Her dark hair and deep purple eyes gave her a powerful but wicked appearance and her tanned skin was striking to look upon. Avalia was tall and amazon like, her muscles the most pronounced of the three but her skin still soft and enviable. Her long ponytail rand down to her hips and she was squeezing her round butt, blushing as she enjoyed the feeling of her firm but soft rear. Iria was bouncing up and down still and almost threw herself off balance as she held her huge chest close with her hands. She giggled with a youthful excitement, while her smile was broad and her face misleadingly innocent.
“Well ladies… looks like we’re back to our old selves.” Verona laughed. “You’re both sexier than I remembered you.” She licked her lips as she examined the bodies of her friends and occasional lovers. “I had forgotten how hot you two were.”
Avalia smirked. “This is going to be so much fun! We can get revenge on the wizards and get boys again!” She chuckled, “Our looks can win anyone over! All three of us have faces to melt hearts!”
Iria laughed and clasped her hands together. “Yes, but your ass was always the best I'd ever seen!” With a loud laugh she bounced a coin off of Avalia’s rear, making it arc into the air. “Everyone notices when you sway those hips!”
Avalia caught it with a sneer. “As big as my ass was, you never failed to impress with that gigantic bust of yours Iria.” She then bounced the same coin off of Iria’s round breasts, letting it flip in the air before falling down between them. “You jiggle more than a slime monster trapped in a bag!” Iria just giggled at this.
Both of them looked to Verona, and could see she had her arms crossed, not liking to be ignored when praise and compliments were being shared. She was their leader and while an incredible lover capable of great passion, she could also be intensely cruel if upset. Both of them swallowed hard and grinned at her.
Avalia flipped her pony tail with a soft nervous laugh. “Although… although I have to say Verona, you always had the perfect body. My butt is awesome, and Iria’s chest is incredible, but yours are perfectly matched in shape and size!”
Iria nodded vigorously. “Oh yes and what incredible red lips!” She winked at Verona. “Nobody kisses like you do, and I know that for a fact.” She then blew a kiss at Verona, trying not to look scared.
Avalia nodded. “Oh yeah, no one is a better kisser than you!” She then glanced at Iria who nodded in agreement before looking back. “Also, I had forgotten how dark your hair was! In all my years I have never seen a woman with such seductive and gorgeous hair!”
Verona was quiet a second, before she let a smile cross her face. “That’s better…” Both Avalia and Iria sighed in relief, having placated Verona’s pride.
A soft groan came from Laina and Verona clapped her hands. “OH! How rude of us! Here we are admiring how sexy we all just became when our poor guest must be feeling frightfully old!” Avalia and Iria laughed with her comment before smirking. Verona sighed and turned around, bending down to look at Laina. “I imagine being near a hundred years old must be…” She froze, her face twisting into a scowl. “By the deep… what’s happening here!”
Avalia and Iria both looked past Verona and gasped as they saw something they had not expected. The transfer curse should have lain all their age upon little Laina and left her as a withered hag, or potentially a husk of dried bones and ashes. However that was not what they saw and this was disconcerting for experienced sorceresses who had committed this terrible act many times before. Instead of a withered woman, Laina was barely seventeen, her body long and her skin smooth. Her platinum hair was spilling down towards her now round and protruding butt. Her breasts were moderately sized, but all three of the jealous competitive sorceresses could see they were still getting bigger. Laina was still young looking, but she was now beautiful and still working towards the years which would reveal her most attractive body
Verona gasped. “S-She’s barely out of being a teenager! How is this possible?”
Avalia shook her head and furrowed her brow. “It’s not! You and I each laid around sixty years on her, and Iria almost seventy! She should be worm food!”
“HEY! I’m not that old!” Iria protested, before Verona smacked her face causing her to wail.
Verona’s arm struck out like a snake towards Iria and pulled her close by the arm. “You must have messed up the spell and put the wrong ingredients in!”
Iria shook her head. “I did it right! I swear!”
Avalia nodded. “She did! I watched her carefully this time! Everything worked out perfectly!”
Verona punched Avalia in the arm and grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at Laina. “DOES THIS LOOK PERFECT TO YOU?!” She screamed in Avalia’s ear.
Avalia shook her head. “NO! It’s not our fault though!” She pointed towards Laina. “Sh-she must be doing this with magic somehow!”
Verona released Avalia with a shove and stomped towards Laina. “Tell me how a twelve year old kid can counteract MY magic?! The most powerful magic this land has ever seen!” She grabbed Laina’s chin. “How are you doing this? You’ve not even hit puberty for real yet!”
Laina actually chuckled and smiled. “You…” She whispered.
“What was that? Is this funny to you?” Verona hissed, leaning in close.
Laina nodded. “Yeah… you’re right. I haven’t hit human puberty yet.”
“What does she mean “human” puberty?” Iria asked Avalia, who just shrugged.
However Verona understood and her face went white. ‘You… you’re not human…” She ripped Laina’s hat from her head and gasped in shock as Avalia and Iria wailed. Laina had two long and pointed ears which were even now growing longer and more mature.
“SHH-SHE-SHE-SHE-SHE-“ Iria began to stammer.
“She is a damn…” Avalia started.
Verona seethed through her teeth. “An elf… A damn elf!”
Laina managed to grin. “Yes. I may have been raised by humans, but I am allllll elf. Also, I was almost twenty human years old by the way.” She then looked to Verona, then Avalia and finally Iria a deeper smile spread across her face. “But by elf terms I am still a toddler really.”
Verona suddenly whispered. “We’ve never done this with an elf because it’s too much!” This made Avalia cover her mouth, and begin to panic as she looked between all three of them
Laina nodded. “You just started a youth transfer curse from someone who stays younger for longer than all three of you have even been alive.”
Verona hissed, as Iria ran up and grabbed her arm. ‘What does that mean Verona?!”
Laina looked to the bouncy blonde. “Think of it like this. You three are like little mice that normally drink from a mouse sized cup. It’s not too much if you all share it. But this time you’re drinking from a cup the size of a wolf and its waaaay more youth than you can handle!” She then pointed with her chin towards Iria’s chest. “You are the youngest now? Is it just me or is your bosom getting smaller?”
Iria looked down, her eyes wide as her chest was ever so subtly growing smaller with gentle little inward bounces. Iria wailed and shook Verona’s arm as a hideous and cold expression came over the sorceress “K-kill her quick! We have to end the spell” Iria yelled. Avalia began to draw a dagger and rush towards Laina.
Verona hissed and stopped Avalia with her arms “NO! We can’t! If we kill her while the spell is still transferring, it will kill us too! We have to mix a counter spell to the curse now! Hurry and get the ingredients!” Avalia and Iria ran to their supplies and began to pull out potions, body parts, ingredients of all shapes and sizes before frantically mixing them into a new pot. Verona leaned down and brought her beautiful, but now slightly younger face close to Laina. “Once we cancel the spell… you’re a corpse for mocking me!” Verona went to bark orders at the others, letting Laina’s head fall sharply.
Laina hung her head fear still in her heart as she struggled to figure out what to do. She was still getting older, but if they canceled the spell she was dead. In truth at this age she felt more emotional, and she wished that Marko would come and save her. She felt tears in her eyes at the thought of never seeing her kind teacher again. However he had taught her to think for herself and be creative. She fought the tears back and began to think, hoping to come up with an idea.
Avalia suddenly yelled her voice mildly softer than her sultry tone should have been. “Iria! Get that jar of toad oil and don’t spill it! We don’t have any more!”
“Oh! You always make me lift the heavy stuff!” Iria whined, trying not to panic.
“That’s because you already carry those huge udders! Now focus and do what she says!” Verona barked, pointing to a heavy red clay jar.
“Toad oil?” Laina thought. She knew form her teaching that toad oil evaporated fast in its refined form. She suddenly knew just how to escape. She closed her eyes and began to whisper the words of the light weight spell she had used before, casting it on the jar with a pop. Verona heard this and wheeled towards her, backhanding her across the face. Laina gasped and hung her head, a bruise forming on her cheek.
“What was that!? What did you just cast whelp?!” Verona snarled, grabbing a fistful of Laina’s hair. Laina just glared back at her.
Iria ran over and scooped up the large jar which contained the toad oil with both hand, putting a great amount of effort into lifting what she believed would be heavy. However the spell worked like a charm and Iria literally tossed the jar up into the air, where it tumbled over her head. Verona and Avalia looked simultaneously to the sight and shrieked in unison as the jar fell down towards Iria. The panicked sorceress dove to catch the jar and landed hard on her belly, her arms outstretched to snag it. All three sorceresses watched in mutual horror as the large round jar bounced right off of Iria’s ample bosom and shattered on the ground with a terrific smash. The toad oil spattered down onto the dry wood floor of the decayed manor and smeared across it in a wet streak. Verona and Avalia dove and tried to scoop up the liquid but the dry floor drank it up like a parched man on a desert island. In seconds it was gone, and all three sorceresses looked up and stared at each other in mutual horror.
“How…” Verona asked in shock to Iria.
“It-it-it-it-it-it-“She began to stammer, her face as white as bone.
Avalia decked the stammering woman, who now looked more like a twenty five year old than a thirty year old, and shook her by the shoulders. “WHAT DID YOU DO YOU STUPID MILK COW!?” She wailed in horror.
“THE JAR! It was the jar!” Iria pleaded as Verona turned towards her, an expression of murder and hate on her face. “The jar didn’t weigh anything! It was like a feather!”
“A CLAY jar weighed as much as a feather?” Verona growled as she pulled a short dagger from a hidden sleeve on her soft thigh. “The jar weighed as much as your giant boobs you idiot! Do you know what you just DID to us?” Iria’s eyes were as wide as saucers, and she shook her head almost imperceptibly. “You just condemned us to finish the transfer. That only happens naturally when one party becomes too old or TOO YOUNG!” Verona bellowed.
“Too young?” Iria whispered. “What does that mean?”
“It means we are going to keep getting younger since she lives for centuries! That means we will be turned into babies before she even reaches our ages! You just turned us back into newborn babies you pathetic cow! BABIES!” She roared raising the dagger over her head.
Iria wailed and tried to climb behind Avalia, who tried to push her back. Before Verona struck, she stopped, looking to Laina who was laughing at the three of them. One of her arms was free and she was casting a spell to undo the other lock. “You did this… that was what you cast!” She pointed a finger to the elf who was still growing older, looking more like a sexy eighteen year old. “You set us up! You made the jar weigh nothing! YOU…”
Laina nodded. “One good turn deserves another!” Her voice was deeper and mature sounding which added authority to her words. She was rubbing her wrists before she squinted as if noticing something. “Why Verona… is your hand getting smaller?”
Verona felt panic rise inside her as she could see her hand, still pointing towards Laina was slightly concealed by her sleeve. It was as if her arm was slowly shrinking and Verona stared in shock as her skin began to tighten around her hand. The feeling began to move upward, entering her chest then her head and abdomen, until she was completely overcome with the sensation. She felt an unfamiliar wave of emotion come over her and realized she was actually afraid. Verona was a powerful woman, even as an old hag and little frightened her. Now as she watched her hand begin to soften and slip slowly back up into her sleeve she felt a shiver run up her body. She turned back to command her compatriots to help her finish off Laina but stopped in horror as he saw their conditions.
Avalia was noticeably getting shorter, her head creeping lower and lower as she stared in confusion and fear at Verona. Her body was getting thinner as she shrank, her chest pointing upwards as she was becoming a teen and her body shape changed. As her height dwindled her long ponytail crept up her back, wagging slightly like a real tail as it shortened in small spurts. Visible through her split skirt, her round thighs lost a great deal of their volume while her blue underwear appeared to be wrinkling and sliding down a bit. Her dress started to hang lower on the thin straps and for a moment her eighteen year old breasts popped free. She wailed and covered them with her thin arms, looking up to Verona with a red face while a spray of freckles spread out over her cheeks. She shook her head and ran to Verona on gangly chicken legs. She could not be more than sixteen and was losing her round butt and attractive assets fast.
“Verona! You have to help me!” Her voice cracked as she held her arms over now almost flat chest. “There has to be a way to fix this!”
“No! Help me first! Please!” Iria moaned, running over to stand next to Avalia.
Verona was even more surprised by Iria’s transformation as everything disappeared quickly. As a late bloomer Iria lost height quickly and her huge breasts bounced as the retracted back towards her chest. Her curvy hips were swinging back in forth nervously as they lost their fullness with every sway of her body. Her arms and legs were getting shorter, but not thinner as Avalia’s had. In fact as Iria became a teenager again her body began to grow round, her hips and butt sticking out wide again. Her wasp thin waist was actually starting to round out as Iria had kept the terrible secret of having been chubby as a child from her friends. She wailed and grabbed her stomach as it almost looked like her chest was being squeezed and her body fat slipping down from there to her belly. Her cheeks grew slightly puffy and she began to sob, holding her waist. Soon her top drooped down as it had before, but now her bosom was barely as large as Avalia’s and shrinking fast.
Verona had no words, stunned into silence by her companion’s loss of sexual development. Her own dress felt like it was shifting, the edges slipping a bit around her shoulders and the slit in her dress began to hang open as the skirt was now resting on the floor. Her chest, normally round and full was retreating, causing the soft fur of her mink lining to tickle the sensitive flesh. She tried to adjust it to stop the annoying sensation, but then gasped as her own hands, which were now shorter with thin fingers. Her hair was also bothering her as it was sliding back up into her scalp while any pubic hair was becoming itchy and bothersome. She began to squirm and shift as her body was agitated and sensitive at her younger age. All three of the Sorceresses now looked to be no older than fifteen and poor Iria was barely thirteen.
Just then she heard a laugh and turned back to see Laina approaching them. She was still growing slowly, her body tall and full like a human at age twenty. She let her large overcoat fall down behind her and stepped towards them with a mature confident sway in her hips. Her normally oversized clothing was now tight fitting on her body, her tall boots giving her a stern appearance while her small dress hung down just barely covering her thighs. Her long arms and legs stretched out of her clothing, revealing that her body was now wonderfully proportioned and almost perfect. Her eyes were narrow and sensual now, her face like carved alabaster and her platinum hair hung down past her attractive ass. As she reached them she put her left hand on her hip and smiled down at the shrinking little villains.
“My, Miss Verona, your little boobies are SO small at this age.” She said, allowing her own to bounce slightly. “It’s like looking at little bits of cake dough on a FLAT counter.” Verona stared her face burning red with embarrassment. Not only were Laina’s as big as hers normally were, but Verona was now so short that they actually bounced just over the top of her head. She tried not to look at them, but Laina actually bent forward and pressed them together in front of her.
“Y-You tricked us!” Verona growled, her head still sinking lower beneath Laina’s bust.
“Are you really surprised?” Laina said with a frown. “You were going to kill me you little brats!”
“I still can you elf-bitch!” Verona yelled and raised her dagger again.
Like a striking cobra, Laina slapped her hand holding the dagger, sending it flying across the room. Verona wailed and grabbed her hand, eyes wide in surprise. She looked up to glare at Laina but the “not so little elf” was actually right in her face making her gasp and stumble backwards. Verona was around thirteen now and tripped over her skirt which was piled up beneath her, landing on the floor with a yelp. Laina leaned down over the shocked teenager, the shadows of the room making her appear menacing to the shrinking preteen.
“No. You aren’t hurting anyone ever again!” Laina said her voice so mature and convicted that little Verona began to shake in fear. Laina hauled her up by her thin arm, and turned her around to face the other stunned sorceresses. Laina reached down and pulled the back of Verona’s purple dress up high, holding it in one hand to expose the squirming sorceress’ bare butt. Verona blushed hard as she never wore panties, and her skinny bottom was now bare and cold. She saw what was coming and tried to escape, but now she was barely twelve and very skinny. Laina laid into Verona, spanking her with sharp whipping motions of her hand and a loud smacking sound with each hit. Verona began to cry and wail, flailing her arms and trying to kick her way free.
Avalia stomped on her skinny legs towards Laina. “HEY! Don’t hit Verona you elf butt-head!” She was just a small tomboy now, with her brown hair beginning to curl a bit as it neared the top of her head.
“Yeah! You better stop or else!” Iria added as she crossed her chubby arms to look serious. She was a ten year old or close to it at least, barely three feet tall and very adorable in spite of her chubby shape. Her hair was a mess of curls and her little face puckered up as she glared at Laina.
Laina paused mid-spank as Verona sobbed, holding her hand aloft and glaring her rich blue eyes down at the duo. Her face clearly invited another challenge with the promise of a thorough spanking for anyone who dared talk back to her. Both Avalia and Iria stepped back and lowered their heads, averting their gaze and pretending they had said nothing. Verona stared wide eyed at her two companions, who after herself were some of the most dangerous sorceresses this land had ever seen.
“Really? That’s all the fight you two have? HELP ME! AH!” Verona yelled in a girlish voice as a final smack landed on her bare butt. She began to whimper and tried to bite her lip to keep from sobbing. Laina released her, and let her run towards her friends holding her sore bottom. She ran up and began to shuffle her feet in place mumbling. “Owie! Owie!”
Avalia chuckled at the sight of her dancing in place, causing Verona to somehow turn even redder. She slapped Avalia across the face with her palm, making Avalia whine and cover her cheek. “It’s not funny Avy!” Verona barked her voice petulant and high.
Avalia suddenly inhaled sharply. “Y-you promised never to call me Avy! It’s embarrassing!”
Verona slapped at her again. “What are you whining about? Your momma used to call you that!”
Avalia started swatting back at Verona’s hands. “She called me that when I was a baby!”
Verona laughed and kicked a short nine year old leg into Avalia’s shin, causing her to jump up and down and hold her injury. “Well you’re going to be a baby in a minute so I’m calling you Avy again! AVY! AVY! AVY! AAAAAAAVVVVVVY!!!” She began to tease loudly.
Avalia gasped and shoved Verona with her long arms. Verona almost fell out of her huge dress, her body still growing younger by the second. Her top slid down to her waist and Avalia pointed with a laugh. “Ha ha! Your boobies are gone!” Verona was grinding her teeth as Avalia pointed to her chest. “NO BOOBS! NO BREASTS! Verona has a flat chest!” She chimed with a sneer. Iria giggled softly at this, covering her mouth mischievously. She was short for her age now, and was standing with her dress held up by her pudgy arms. She was super adorable, with the most pinch-able fat cheeks. Her giggle was high and she hopped a bit as she watched.
“Oh yeah!” Verona snarled. She reached over and pulled Avalia back by her skirt, causing it to tear and reveal her flat pale butt. “Well your butt looks like a little boys Avy!” Avalia was seething now, and even more horrified when seven year old Iria began to laugh and joining in Verona’s mocking.
“Tom-boy! Tom-Boy! What a butt, OH BOY!” They both began to chant as Avalia finally snapped. She shoved little Iria, throwing her back onto her butt, before grabbing a fistful of Verona’s short hair and wrenching it. Verona returned the favor and both girls began to fight an undignified battle, pulling hair and throwing childish taunts. Having fallen hard on her six year old bottom, little Iria began to sob and rub her tear filled eyes. As her companions continued battling each other she reached over and began to eat big globs of honey from the fallen jar, seeking the sweet food as a form of comfort. Soon her face was smeared with it and she was still getting younger, looking like a messy and fat toddler.
Laina however was now beyond stunning, and she took a moment to glance at her reflection in a silver pot that hung from the wall. She was amazingly perfect, her body now as balanced an hourglass shape as Verona had possessed. Her hips and butt would have rivaled Avalia’s perfect set, and her breasts while not as big as Iria’s were almost as impressive. She ran her hands through her long hair and actually chuckled.
“Wow! I’m so pretty at this age.” She then blushed and covered her chest and stomach. “I’m also sexy… That’s a weird feeling from being “Little Laina.” She allowed a smile. “Maybe from now on I can be “Laina the mighty!” or something like that instead!” She laughed to herself, enjoying her pun as a sudden crack of air filled the room and the door split apart in a blast. She looked over her shoulder as Marko charged in through the broken door, staff raised and his eyebrows looking more pronounced than normal.
“Alright Verona Sardi! I’m on to you! Unhand my apprentice you witches or else!” He demanded loudly. However he stopped as he saw the three little sorceresses on the floor as toddlers, Verona and Avalia still fighting each other. He looked up and saw Laina staring at her reflection, a surprised look on her face.
“Teacher!” She cheered, and ran towards him, throwing her arms around him. “I knew you’d come to save me!”
“Save you? Uh… What in the three heavens is happening in here!? Who are you?” He asked rubbing his beard and trying not to blush at the sexy young lady hugging him.
“Teacher it’s me! Laina!” She said looking him in the eye.
He furrowed his brow and stared at her a moment before his eyes widened. “It is you…” He almost whispered. “B-b-but! You’re so… so…”
She grinned. “Sexy?”
He twisted his lips awkwardly. “Well I was going to say tall but that works too…” He examined her before shaking his head and sputtering. “Either way, you’re not so “little Laina” anymore.” He looked to the sorceresses and then back at Laina. “How did you do this? I mean, these three are terribly dangerous… normally.”
Laina laughed. “They couldn’t see my ears under my hat! They activated a youth curse but didn’t realize I was an elf!”
His mouth fell open and he chuckled loudly. “That’s hilarious! Their curse worked against them!” He then cocked his head as he thought. “Well they surely must have realized their mistake when they became teenagers. How did you stop them from canceling the curse?’ Laina explained her use of the spell to destroy the ingredients and by the time she was done Marko was laughing so hard he had to sit down. “Oh my dear Laina! You’ve made an old man proud! Well played.”
“Dis idn’t ovoo yoo foos!” A tiny voice squeaked.
Marko stood and stepped next to Laina as they looked down at the trio. Iria was now a round little pink baby, sitting atop her dress and flapping her honey covered hands playfully. Her hair was short and thin, allowing her scalp to show through the little strands,and her cheeks were extremely chubby. Beside her Avalia was a tiny little girl, barely a year old and standing on her wobbly legs. She had her thumb in her mouth and was holding her ear as she continued to grow smaller and smaller. In front of them was little Verona, around the same age and holding a fold of her dress over her body. Her legs and arms were pudgy too and her tiny stomach stuck out into a cute little pot belly. She had a tangled mop of dark hair on her head, and she was sobbing angrily.
“Wen… wen I gwo up ima get you waina!” She said her little voice breaking as she sobbed. She pointed a tiny finger at Laina and pursed her lips in determination as she started having trouble standing. “I hun yoo doon an kiww yoo.” She lisped through her toothless mouth.
Behind her Avalia was becoming a newborn and fell back onto her butt with a loud wail. Her little legs shifted inward, and she began to cry loudly while kicking her feet. Next to her Iria was already a happy sleeping newborn, barely any hair on her head and her thumb in her mouth. She was sucking loudly on it, as Avalia finally became a small newborn herself.
Verona was still having trouble standing but she kept waving her little fist at Laina. “Yoo… yoo pay fo dis!”
Laina lowered the small pot down so Verona could see her own reflection in it, causing her to gasp. She spoke slowly to Verona who kept her gaze locked onto the reflection and the ultimate mortification for such a vain selfish woman. “No Verona. You’re a baby now, and once you are a newborn my teacher will make sure your old memories go away.” Verona fell onto her butt, wide eyed and her mouth open as she saw how tiny and pathetic she had become. “You’ll be a real baby again and start over from nothing, relying on the kindness of others.” Verona started to shriek and cry as she lost the ability to keep herself up and fell onto her belly. Her legs began to kick behind her butt as little folds of baby fat appeared on it. “Never to hurt anyone ever again, so shut up and turn into a newborn already!” Laina said with finality.
Verona finally became a small newborn, her little legs shifting under her lower body, and her tiny butt sticking up into the air. She began to cry in a long shrill sound only a newborn could muster. In a final indignity she lost control over her bladder and made a mess of her old mink dress. The spell finally stopped its progress, leaving the room with three newborn babies, an old wizard and a sexy young elf.
Laina stood up and smiled in triumph. “Evil undoes itself! Isn’t that right teacher?”
He was smiling broadly, disbelief on his face at what he had seen here today. “Glad to see you learned your lessons so well.”
“Well I have a good teacher.” She said happily. “So what now?”
“Well…” he considered the issue. “I could restore you to normal age if you wanted me too. It would only take a few days to reverse the spell.”
She was quiet and looked down at herself. She was an elf and would live for centuries, so even if she had just gained a few she had time to reverse it later. “Hmm… No.” She said sternly. “I think I like it like this!”
He tried not to smile. “Well… I like the view like this too.” He muttered quietly.
“Don’t be creepy!” She yelled slapping his arm.
“OW! That hurts more with you like this you know!” She crossed her arms and smirked at him. “Ok! Ok! It’s your life. If you want to stay tall and sexy who am I to argue?”
She nodded, but then looked to the three bawling sorceresses. “What about them? Do we leave them here or give them to the authorities?”
“Bah! Of course not!” He waved his hand. “We’ll let them keep their memories for a few more months as we take care of them at the Academy. Feeding them, burping them, diapering them, wiping their bottoms, and bathing them in small tubs. You know that sort of humiliating experience only an adult trapped as a baby would be able to appreciate.” He laughed as all three babies looked horrified at this. “Then once they’ve been properly punished, we can erase their minds and raise them to be good wizards. Teach them to help people to make up for killing so many.” All three babies began to throw tantrums and cry louder as Marko laughed.
Laina liked the idea, finding it fitting and the babies adorable. “So who is going to raise them?” She asked curiously
“Oh well I think my own apprentice needs to take on a few of her own.” He said putting a hand on her shoulder. “I think you are mature enough now.”
“Me? You want me to be their teacher?” She asked, her face turning red as she was overwhelmed by the thought.
“Of course! You’ll do fine.” He said walking over to grab her fallen overcoat and handing it to her. “All wizards at the academy raise a few. I raised plenty of apprentices from babies to adults, including you my dear. Besides… I’m too old to change diapers.” He gave her a sleazy look and smirked. “Although… if you wanted to put on one looking like you do now and pretend you needed changing, I wouldn’t mind…”
She slugged him in the arm, and he groaned. “YOU ARE A CREEP!” For a moment she kept hitting him until he finally managed to escape her attack by running around the fire pit. She stood across the room from him with her arms crossed.
“Fine! I’m sorry! I was just making a joke!” She shook her head and he swallowed, fixing his beard and robes back to normal. Finally he looked to her, his serious expression returned. “Well? Will you do it?”
She looked to him, then the sobbing babies before finally nodding. “Yes! I can do it and I promise to make sure they are good girls this time!” He nodded approvingly and she blushed again. She grinned excited by her accomplishment and went to put her overcoat back on.
“Seriously though Laina…” He said with a somber expression on his old features. He actually looked softer than before and he smiled with a tear in his eye. “You just managed to do what the entire Academy failed to do when I was just a teen myself. What my own teacher failed to do at the cost of his life.” She looked at him, surprised by his serious tone as he bowed his head to her. “I was afraid for you, but now I see you are becoming a true wizard after all. On behalf of the Academy, I thank you and from henceforth shall call you Laina the hero!”
She smiled at the warm gesture, before wrinkling her nose a bit. “No… I think I have a name picked out!”
He raised one eyebrow expectantly. “OH…? What name would that be?”
“I’m no longer Little Laina.” She threw her hat back atop her head with a flourish. “I’m Laina to Lore-Master!” She announced confidently.
Silence descended on the room as Marko just stared at her. “That’s a terrible name.”
“Wha-? Why?” She asked, somewhat deflated.
He let a huge toothy smile come over his face. “How about Leggy Laina?”
‘S-shut up, you creepy old man!” She said as he began to laugh. “It’s Lore-Master! That’s the end of the discussion!”
He sighed and nodded. “Alright. Lore-Master it is!”