Futaba's Fartflation (WIP Preview)

WARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: Futaba Slobification and Persona Girls Fart Inflation

The search for Futaba through a strange, green door brings them to discover her new home where she's turned herself into a slobby blob. While the transformed hacker has almost everything she could want, she still desires ample seating to comfort her large rear. Thankfully, her friends are perfect for becoming her rounded, fart-filled chairs.

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            Mementos had always been a strange and dangerous place. That was made all the more evident after the Phantom Thieves had lost their support behind a mysterious, green door marked with a black and white eye. Rushing in to try and find her, they ended up separated into different spaces as they dove in deeper. Left on their own, they had no choice but to keep pushing through the unknown passages.

            “Futaba!” Ann called out, the young woman with platinum blonde, twin pigtails making clacks with her heels as she continued forward. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here,” she muttered, hugging the red, skin-tight suit covering her body. “She’s usually the one in charge of navigating. How am I supposed to…”

            Ann trailed off as she spotted something in the distance. Quickening her pace, she set her eyes on another one of the strange doors ahead of her. Even though she had been through similar passages before on her journey, she was hoping that this time she would locate some form of exit. Her high hopes were dashed as she drew closer and her nose picked up powerful odor akin to a dumpster filled to the brim with rotten food.

            As Ann cautiously opened the door, she found herself in a large, dimly lit room. All around her she could see various types of snacks lined up along the wall. Gingerly stepping around ripped open packages, she made her way closer to the wall of monitors ahead of her. In the glow of the various screens, she could make out an enormous, chunky mass.

            Before she could get a look at the fleshy blob, Ann heard the door behind her slam shut. The momentary distraction left her vulnerable to a pair of metallic tentacles coming from the ceiling to wrap around her arms. Hoisted up into the air, she was carried over to the figure. Though she tried to struggle free at first, she paused once she got a good look at the woman before her.

            The skin-tight, green and black suit that the woman had worn into Mementos had been replaced with a set of grey sweatpants and white t-shirt covered in stains. The change in clothes had come alongside the need to keep up with her bulged out, 500 pound gut. The flabby belly acted as a shelf to catch the various crumbs that had managed to avoid getting caught in the cleavage of her engorged bosom. Shifting around her double-wide ass cheeks within the confines of her seat, the woman pulled Ann in closer to give her a good look at her rows of chins and chubby cheeks.

            “Futaba, is that you?” Ann asked.

            “In the BWOOOOOOOORRPPP flesh,” Futaba belched out, shaking around her greasy, red hair and glasses as her horrifically bad breath overwhelmed her companion.

            Recovering from the unruly burp, Ann tried to get a bearing on things. “How did this happen to you? We were only gone for a few hours.”

            “Feels like longer to UUUURRPPP me,” Futaba replied. “Then again, time kind of faded away after I found the stash of games and snacks. It’s BOOOUUUUURRRPPP amazing.” With a grunt, Futaba heaved herself out of the ill-fitting chair “The only problem is that they didn’t provide a good place for me to sit. Well, until now.”

            With a snap of Futaba’s pudgy fingers, the tentacles carried Ann over Futaba. Brought gently down to the floor, the blonde watched as the obese woman hung her buttocks above her head. Realizing what was about to happen, she upped her efforts to try and escape.

            “W-wait, hold on,” Ann pleaded. “We can think of something else. There’s no way I can support you.”

            “I know,” Futaba replied, grabbing the edge of her pants and dragging them down her wide hips. “That’s why I need to do some modification BWOOOOOORRRPPP first.”