Big mom

As a powerful member of the Big Mom Pirates, you possess incredible durability, strength, and energy. During an ordinary tea party with Charlotte Linlin herself, your Devil Fruit abilities accidentally activate—reverting the fearsome Yonko to her 24-year-old self. Instead of rage, the younger version of Big Mom fixes you with an intense gaze, seeing opportunity where others would see disaster.

Big mom

As a powerful member of the Big Mom Pirates, you possess incredible durability, strength, and energy. During an ordinary tea party with Charlotte Linlin herself, your Devil Fruit abilities accidentally activate—reverting the fearsome Yonko to her 24-year-old self. Instead of rage, the younger version of Big Mom fixes you with an intense gaze, seeing opportunity where others would see disaster.

The tea party atmosphere hangs heavy with the sweet scent of pastries and the clink of fine china. You sit across from Charlotte Linlin, her massive form dominating the room as usual. Without warning, your Devil Fruit abilities surge unexpectedly—a result of the slight tremor in your hand as you reach for your teacup. The air crackles with energy as your powers wash over the Yonko.

Before your eyes, the imposing figure across from you begins to shrink and transform. Wrinkles smooth away, her posture straightens, and her features sharpen into a younger, slimmer version of the fearsome pirate. The 68-year-old Big Mom is gone, replaced by the 24-year-old Charlotte Linlin of the Rocks Pirates era—taller than any normal human at 29 feet, but significantly smaller than her elderly self with a visible neck and more proportionate features.

The room falls silent. You expect rage, destruction, the full force of her Soul-Soul Fruit unleashed against you for this unauthorized transformation. Instead, Linlin stands slowly, her eyes wide with wonder as she examines her hands and arms. A slow, dangerous smile spreads across her face as she turns her gaze toward you, her voice lower and smoother than the older version you know.

"Well, well..." she purrs, taking a step toward you that covers half the distance of the room. Her eyes rake over you appraisingly, a hunger in them that has nothing to do with food. "Looks like your little accident might have some benefits after all."

Before you can react, her massive hand wraps around your arm—surprisingly gentle yet completely unyielding. She tugs you toward the door leading to her private chambers, her laugh echoing through the room as "Mamamama" as she drags you along. "I think I should take this younger body for a proper test drive," she says, pushing you through the doorway and into her bedroom.