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A warm smile and a deep sigh were Ann Takamaki's first reactions to seeing Mementos for the first time in almost five years.

It made sense, but it also didn't make sense. The former was justified because it reminded her of when she was first making friends with the people who she still considered her closest companions. Akira – ahem, Joker, since she was in the Metaverse – was probably her most trusted friend apart from Shiho, and the rest of the group wasn't too far behind. All the hours spent in here, all the fighting. They always had each other's backs, eventually reaching the point where they hardly even had to think about it – they were so in sync as a unit that it was all natural.

Of course, it also didn't make sense, because Mementos was a really dangerous place.

At least, it might be. Ann wasn't sure anymore. It had been when they were last there, but that was five years ago. A lot changes over five years.

One thing that hadn't changed, Ann realized as she approached the escalator leading down to Mementos, was her classic latex Panther outfit. She smiled again as she stretched, the quiet crinkling of the material bringing back even more memories. Surely a result of the Metaverse's mysterious powers, the suit fit her perfectly, even after she'd grown into an adult, rather than the teenager she was five years ago. She's gained about an inch in height. She'd lost some baby fat around the cheeks and jaw. Her shoulders, back, tummy, legs were toned from the workout program her modelling agency had her on. The finishing touches of puberty had added another cup size to her bust.

None of it mattered. The suit had adjusted, and it fit just as well as it ever had.

Ann tickled one of the zippers on her chest, straightened the cat mask on her face, and playfully batted one of her platinum blonde twin tails. Everything was exactly as it should be.

“Mm,” she purred, satisfied that she looked the part of a dangerous Phantom Thief.

Ann did not lack for confidence. She hadn't since high school. She was a a famous model, working her dream career, and she was damned good at it. And yet, staring down the escalators, wearing her tight catsuit, feeling the Metaverse's special powers flowing through her... she felt confidence like she hadn't in her whole life.

“Let's do this.”

The dank tunnels were quiet and empty, but Ann knew better than to let her guard down.

Her knee-high platform boots echoed with each step, but there were no Shadows within earshot. Again, that made sense, but it also didn't make sense. The Metaverse was destroyed five years ago, and it was only weeks ago that the old app reappeared on the Thieves' phones, signalling a return of some darker power in the depths. Investigation into the Fan Club website, which had long ago turned into a fun, innocent repository for fan fiction and art, re-awoke with requests for the Thieves to come back and take down a select few corrupted members of the local Shibuya city council, who, according to some, were engaging in criminal acts to climb to power. Supporters of the old Thieves were positive there was a darker power at work. The reappearance of the app confirmed it.

A scouting mission by Joker earlier in the week, while he waited for the group to fly in from abroad to reassemble, confirmed that this new Metaverse was much tamer than the old. A quiet Mementos made sense in that regard; after all, she'd descended a few levels already without breaking a sweat. But even these deeper tunnels seemed dead quiet. That couldn't be right... right?

Ann wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Her boots clicked and clacked her way from one dead end to another, calmly hunting for any signs of life. It was relieving to know that her scouting mission wasn't putting her in any mortal danger. Joker had suggested it last night over the phone, after she'd told him that she was anxious to return to the Metaverse and wanted a trial run to get her feet wet again. Joker was busy this afternoon, so she decided to go in alone. He made her promise that she'd flee at the first sign of real danger, so that they could come back another time as a group. It was nice that he worried about her like that. She'd always thought he had a thing for her, but he was either to shy or too proud to say it. A shame, since she always thought she might have a thing for him, too. Oh well.

Her thoughts about Joker were interrupted as she heard a rustling behind her after reaching a dead end. Like a cat, she spun around and instinctively summoned Celestine, her Persona, as though she hadn't gone more than a day since last fighting in the Metaverse. Floating mid-air twenty feet ahead of her was a lone Pixie, wings fluttering, blue leotard glittering. Not wanting to take chances, Ann cracked her whip in the Pixie's direction and hit her with an overpowered fire attack, destroying the Shadow as though it'd been merely an annoying black fly.

“Ah ha... still got it.”

That was simple. Stopping to listen for more noise, Ann resumed exploring once she was satisfied that the Pixie was alone. As though being rewarded for her slick disposal of the Shadow, the next tunnel Ann turned into showcased a Succubus, a stronger foe than the Pixie for sure, but nothing that Ann couldn't handle.

She readied her whip and saw the Succubus turn to watch her. A smile spread across the Shadow's face as she stood near the end of the tunnel.

“Panther! How I've longed for a glimpse of the fabled Phantom Thieves...”

A talker. Great. Ann preferred the quiet ones. Made her feel less guilty about destroying them.

“You've got a glimpse at me at least,” she responded, cautiously approaching. “Is there a target in here, or is it just you and a few Pixies?”

The Succubus laughed.

“What if I am the target? Those nasty government men up there lately are so evil. Perhaps I represent one of them? Who knows?”

“I doubt that,” snapped Panther, flipping a twin tail over her shoulder. “There's barely any distortion down here at all.”

“Smart girl.”

The Succubus started approaching, stiletto heels stepping one in front of the other like she were on a catwalk. It looked sexy and seductive, as they always did, but Ann was at an inherent advantage against Succubi – she never fell under their spell, like her teammate Skull so often did, or very rarely Joker.

“But if there's no distortion, then why are you down here?”

“Scouting. It's been so long since we've used our powers. Ask that Pixie I just destroyed whether or not I remember how to use them.”

“A confident girl, too... confidence is so sexy, don't you think?”

Ann's eyes narrowed as the Succubus got closer, her large black wings opening and closing, stretching slowly, as though being tested, or being put on display.

“I'm confident too,” purred the Succubus. “We're much stronger than we were the last time you saw us. The ones who came before us, they were nothing. Now, even beautiful Panther is vulnerable against me. How charming!”

“As if,” said Ann, rolling her eyes. “I don't even care about killing you. I've seen enough that I could just leave. So you can either negotiate with me, or I'll have to do it anyway.”

“You don't care about my life?”

The Succubus looked devastated. Her exaggerated pout would've been crack cocaine for somebody like Skull.

“So rude,” she continued. “You don't even take me seriously. I think we have to change that!”

Ann steeled herself. Succubi could cast spells, and if she remembered correctly, they could inflict her with sleepiness and confusion. While not life-threatening, neither were pleasant. As long as this newfound strength the Succubus was talking about was only a bluff, Ann was perfectly fine.

The Succubus sent a spell her way, and she easily dodged it. Celestine shot a fire attack, which did surprisingly little damage, as these Shadows were strong against fire. Unlucky. Another spell shot forth from the Succubus. Another dodge. Then, the Succubus herself dodged a fire attack.

Ann huffed. Joker's voice over the phone rung in the back of her head.

'Panther, if there's any danger at all, you go. Do you understand?'

No. This wasn't dangerous. It was merely a sassy Succubus. A low-level enemy. She could destroy it in her sleep.

“I like your moves,” teased the Succubus, as she shielded herself from another fire attack. “I like you a lot. It's so lonely down here, you have no idea...”

“You're a Shadow!” cried Ann. “You live in the darkness, you should be used to it!”

“Darkness... yes, it's so dark down here, so drab and dreary... if only we had a bit more colour...”

Perplexed, Ann tried another fire shot, but it missed, and she realized she was getting low on energy. Again, Joker's words. She had to finish this battle first, the Succubus could really do damage on her if she turned heel and ran, leaving her backside exposed. Destroy the Shadow, then she would go.

“In fact,” said the Succubus in a sultry voice, “I really like your colour, Panther! I need some more of that!”

She rolled mid-air out of the way of Ann's attack and quickly shot a spell that finally managed to make a direct hit. Ann and Celestine fell backwards, the Thief wincing in pain at the rough landing. The spot on her midsection where the spell made contact seared with a localized heat and pain. It stung, but it did no serious damage, nor did it make her sleepy, or confused.

It didn't seem to do anything.

“That's your spell?” she said, getting to her knees. “Just a... ugh, just a punch to the gut?”

“Mm... perhaps. Want another?”

“N-no!”

The Succubus, predictably, giggled at this.

“Just a little punch to the gut to see if you value my life now!”

Ann was pissed. She really didn't value the Succubus's life, honestly. It was a Shadow, an evil being of darkness. But, the Succubus was a talker, and talkers enjoyed talking. If Ann could charm her, she could get out of here without further damage.

“Okay, fine... I was wrong, I... I underestimated you.”

“Ahh! Yes! Thank you SO much, Panther! That's all I EVER wanted to hear!”

Ann stood, her wobbly legs barely supporting her, her adrenaline pumping hard, her fight or flight instincts veering strongly towards the latter.

“You're m-much stronger than you were years ago... I'm sorry I doubted you.”

“Such a sweetheart! Such a good girl! Though... I wonder if you've truly learned your lesson yet?”

“Hmm?”

The Succubus eyed her with a twinkle in her iris, her wings slowly stretching again.

“Ah, nothing, only a little daydreaming. What do you say we call it a draw, go our separate ways? You go home and get the rest of your little friends, and take out those brutish men at the government house palace. They're SO rude to us Succubi, and you wouldn't BELIEVE how they treat our poor, darling Pixies...”

Fight or flight, Ann.

'Any danger at all...'

“Fine,” she conceded. “A draw... um, thank you. I'm sorry.”

The Succubus bowed.

“Run along then, little Panther. Run along...”

Ann abided, but not before she heard the Succubus's voice tail off behind her.

“Lady in red... is dancing with me...”

Panther had barely gotten out of view of the Succubus when it hit her.

All that fighting, all that energy expended.

She was soooo hungry.

Big Bang Burger tonight, for sure. She'd go with Joker, and she'd tell him all about this stronger Succubus. It wasn't anything to worry about, really. This was the only time she'd be on her own in the Metaverse, this was nothing but a practice run. One that had turned a bit gnarlier than anticipated, but still. With the group around, that Succubus would be toast. All that talking, all that chit chat would be for nothing.

Her belly groaned. Okay, maybe Big Bang Burger as soon as she returned to reality. That sounded more appealing. A big, fresh, juicy hamburger, with one extra patty than she'd normally go for because she'd earned it, and maybe a frosty milkshake on the side. Something to fill her up for the rest of the day. Something delicious. Mm. Ann was a bit unique in the Japanese modelling scene – she absolutely adored food, and snuck in a dessert at any opportunity she could find.

Crepes were her favourite. Cakes were almost as good. Any type. Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, anything. Mm. With a little cherry on top, too. She loved cherry flavour more than anything. How about a banana split, with the chocolate sauce drizzled on, the cherry sitting atop the scoop of ice cream? Goodness.

Ann daydreamed her way to the tunnel that led to the main entrance, but stopped, her curiosity piqued by the dead end tunnel on to her left. Near the wall at the end sat a little treasure chest. How fortunate! Perhaps it was a pocketful of yen? Maybe a sweet treat to heal the little bit of damage she took from that spell?

She couldn't help it. The Succubus was well out of earshot by now, there were no Pixies around, and the entrance was right there. Just grab the treasure and quickly dip.

So, she did. She jogged down to the chest and opened it, to find...

“It's... pie?”

It was pie. Along with a little tiny table and chair, a fork and knife. As with all great fantasy world tropes, the chest was larger on the inside.

“Oooh,” she hummed, “and it's... mm, it's so warm!”

She could feel the warmth from the pie steaming up to her as she salivated over top of it, the pie lattice concealing the red, syrupy filling inside. The crust was a beautiful golden brown, evenly baked.

Perhaps against her better judgment... Ann couldn't resist.

The hungry girl double checked for any rogue Shadows, and after finding none she took out the table, sat the pie plate on it, and took a seat in the chair.

“I mean, it's here, and I'm hungry, and the exit's right over there, so I might as well help myself...”

Panther cut off a slice for her plate and took a bite.

Her eyes widened.

Her tongue danced.

Her tummy grumbled with delectable anticipation.

“Cherry...”

Her favourite. Her absolute favourite.

Wasting no time, she scoffed down the slice without hardly stopping for breath, and cut off a second. Normally, Ann forced herself to stop after one slice, one doughnut, one cupcake. One was her limit.

But... it was the Metaverse, things worked differently here. She likely wouldn't even transfer the extra calories over to the real world once she left. Plus, she was hungry, and this pie was perfect.

A second slice wouldn't hurt anybody.

Ann quickly finished that one off too, her lips turning a bright red with the cherry juice left behind from her fork. She rubbed her happy tummy, the latex gloves on latex suit producing that same warm, familiar sound that she'd become so used to years ago. Fond memories, tasty pie, peace and quiet... Ann had no idea that Mementos could be so tolerable?

Pleasant, even?

She finished her third slice before she'd even realized it, and cut off another, leaving half the pie still in its aluminum plate. A twinge of guilt cropped up in her head at the sight of the half-eaten pie, but she could rationalize it; it was so fucking tasty, and she still didn't feel full at all. Her stomach was still grumbling. Whether from joy or from annoyance, she didn't know. All she knew was that she felt good and happy, and that this fourth slice would be gone in a hurry.

Continuing to rub her flat tummy, Ann cut into the remaining half, the peaceful environment fostering a contemplative attitude in her. Where had this pie even come from that it was baked fresh and warm in a treasure chest? It must've been a Pixie. The Succubi are too cunning, too nasty, they wouldn't leave such a wonderful gift. Yes, a Pixie it was. Ann felt bad for destroying the one earlier. Was this hers? Was she saving it for someone? Perhaps it was for the Succubus?

Slice number six hit her plate and started dwindling. Where was that Succubus, anyway? Did she merely stay in her little dead end tunnel all the time? That seemed a sad life. They were enemies, yes, and Ann had just tried to kill her, of course, but if the Succubus appeared and asked to share the pie, she'd probably say yes.

Not that there was much pie left to share, anyway. Ann pouted, but couldn't help herself as she split the remaining quarter of pie in half, intending to eat both unless the Shadow showed up and asked for the last piece. Her belly finally began to feel bloated, yet... it still grumbled, still complained, still begged for more food. It didn't make sense. She was about to finish an entire pie. Why was she still starving?

Panther shrugged. The Succubus didn't arrive in time, so she started on the last slice, wiping the juicy, cherry mess off of her lips and around her mouth. She fully admitted that she'd gotten carried away, but again, Mementos worked differently than real life. An entire pie outside of the Metaverse would take her an entire year to burn off, or at least she imagined it would. An entire pie in here?

Turns out, all it did was leave her feeling a bit bloated.

And still very, very hungry.

“Ohhh...” she groaned. “That was... sooooooo good...”

She dropped her fork in the plate and leaned back in her chair, licking off whatever mess was left from her lips, popping her latex fingertips in her mouth to get every last leftover drop.

“Just what I needed,” she said. “I wonder if all the new Mementos chests have pie...”

Not today, she reasoned. One pie was enough. But for the future, it'd be nice to know, y'know? Return the group and share a sweet cherry pie with Joker. Did he like cherries? Hopefully. She should text him later. She should text him later anyway, he asked her to let her know when she was out of Mementos. It was nice that he cared so much about her safety. He was a great leader. Pretty cute, too.

Ann giggled as she rose to her feet, her catsuit straining around the waistline with her bloated stomach pushing against the zipper. She had a little food baby. For the first and last time in her life.

“Okay, let's go.”

Her heels clicking, she jogged back down the tunnel – never too early to start burning off those calories – and rounded the corner to the entrance. Only, there was no entrance. It was a dead end now.

“Wait... what?”

She spun around. The empty chest, with its tiny table and chair, was behind her. That was good. To her left was this new mystery dead end. Alright. Then, to her right... oh! She'd only gotten her directions wrong. There's the entrance. It was rather curious how the tunnels had rearranged themselves, but it wasn't unheard of down here. A four way intersection had formed, with a dead end, an empty chest, and entrance, and...

Ann looked down the fourth tunnel again, and caught a glimpse of another treasure chest.

This one, however, was unopened.

“Ah...”

What was the risk? There was no Succubus around anymore, apparently, and again, the entrance was right there. She could grab the treasure and go. Grab the yen or whatever's in there. Or the items, or weapons. Or, maybe it was more... no, not more pie. She'd had enough. One food baby was enough. She wasn't in the right head space to carry twins.

Still, no risk. Ann hurried down the tunnel and opened the creaking chest.

“... of course.”

Warm, fresh, perfectly baked... cherry pies.

Two of them.

Ann was peeved that that there was no knife and plate to eat with, but she could make do anyway.

Her twins were coming along nicely. She was halfway through the first pie, silently and happily eating and eating, her fork digging directly into the pie this time as she sat on her cute little chair. It wasn't really that bad, she thought. Cut out the middle man. If the Succubus appeared, she'd simply offer the second pie. No slices required.

The guilt of all of this eating was beginning to soften, replaced instead by a happy-go-lucky feeling of knowing that her calorie count wouldn't transfer over to real life. This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to just indulge. The second pie was a coin flip on whether she'd dive in. But this first one... it was hers. All hers.

It tasted so damned good...

“Mmph, so hungry...”

That too. Panther's appetite was absolutely ravenous. It seemed as though the more she ate, the hungrier she became, but that couldn't be right. It was only her stomach playing games with her. And her eyes as well, as she stared at the glistening cherries beneath the lattice on the second pie. Her eyes acquired the information (pie), her stomach provided the motivation (hunger), her hands delivered the payload (fork), her mouth sealed the deal. Okay, it was four body parts playing games with her. And maybe it made her soul happy to pig out like this after such a long time of restraining herself. Five things, then.

Ann couldn't help but overindulge when almost her whole body was working against her.

That body was starting to show it, too. Panther felt more straining in her midsection, and when she soothed her aching tummy with a latex hand, she found a pudgy belly protruding a few inches onto her lap. A belly! Ann wasn't the trim and slim supermodel she was outside Mementos. She'd gained a layer of blubber. Perhaps it was the novelty, but she didn't mind how it felt as she poked, prodded, gripped, grabbed it out of curiosity. It was just another curve, right? Another soft, smooth curve on a body that had plenty of those to go around. It was no big deal.

Certainly not a big enough deal to stop that second pie coin flip from landing in favour of greed.

Panther groaned softly as she tossed the empty aluminum plate aside and brought the second one over, her messy lips being licked clean by a tongue with the happiest taste buds in history. She didn't even bother to check if her Succubus 'friend' was around. Instead, she lowered her head closer to the table and started shovelling pie by the forkful.

There had been plenty of times in her life that she'd wanted to pig out like this, but obviously until now she couldn't. Ann remembered those all-you-can-eat crepes she and Joker ate at Destinyland that one year. What was it... he'd managed three, she'd hogged six, and she could've downed double that if she hadn't calories to watch? Joker had poked fun of her for the rest of the day, she remembered that, but hey, it was all-you-can-eat. Joker obviously could've eaten more than three. He cheated!

What would he say if he saw her now? Her face damn near in the pie plate itself, hardly stopping to catch her breath, a tubby food baby belly (triplets) growing softer and fuller by the mouthful?

'Panther, you're out of shape.'

'Panther, we can't go into a Palace with you looking like that.'

'Panther, let's go get you some crepes instead. My treat.'

Oooh. He might actually say those things. Especially that last one. Crepes with Joker, his treat... he sure did know how to spoil a girl like that.

Being spoiled by Joker sounded just fine right about now...

Ann lurched forward, her stomach grumbling louder than ever as she crossed the halfway threshold of the second pie. She didn't believe her stomach agreed with how much food she was stuffing it with, but she didn't care. Again, the rest of her body was in favour of being greedy right now. And as with her tummy, the rest of her body was starting to show it. Ann realized that the zippers on her chest were straining too, and her breasts – always with loads of cleavage generously on display in this outfit – were muffin-topping over the ridges of her suit. Her free hand worked to carefully stuff them back inside safely, not minding the gooey cherry mess she was leaving behind on her supple bosom and her light pink areolas. Down below, she wondered what to do about her thickening thighs, which strained against the zippers that originated at her boobs and tracked all the way down her legs. How else was she going to get comfortable in her suit again? The obvious answer was to simply stop gorging herself, but there wasn't much pie left, and she was still so, so, soooo hungry...

She decided she'd just ignore the discomfort and keep eating. With a quarter of the pie remaining, her forkfuls became larger and sloppier, her voracious appetite compelling her forward, her inhibitions dropping. Her blonde twin tails turned red at the tips from the cherry sauce she'd gotten all over the table in her mad rush for more pie, her hair caught in this position solely because Ann had lowered her face mere inches above the plate for quicker and easier shovelling. Mouthful, chew, chew, swallow. Mouthful, chew, chew, swallow. Breathe. Mouthful, chew, chew, swallow... when she was feeling frisky, and bit into a mouthful of mostly cherry and little crust, she wouldn't even bother chewing at all. Down the hatch it went.

Down the hatch into her growing gut.

Her fork dropped onto the empty plate at last and Ann panted for air as she leaned her elbow on the table, the other hand soothing her sore, throbbing stomach. She'd eaten two whole pies in, like, five minutes, and that came mere minutes after eating another whole pie. She was stuffed. Full. Engorged. There was tension in her tummy. She felt it rising. Ann steeled herself.

She held a closed fist to her messy mouth before –

* BUUURP! *

“Oh, God... e-excuse me...”

Ann waved the cherry stench from her belch away and stood, her suit feeling so tight around the stomach, the chest, the legs, her dexterity limited by her added weight, which she lowballed as being twenty pounds, but in reality was more like forty.

She stretched again, noting the anvil-like weight in her midsection, and decided it was time to go. She could see down the hall to the dead end from before, with the table, chair, chest, and to her right was the entrance, to her left was an empty dead end. She'd just turn right and leave. Turn right and head up the escalator. Turn right and –

Ah.

Panther spun around and saw the entrance had swapped sides again. Right, okay. So she had the entrance behind her now, and going in the direction of the empty dead end... was now a brand new treasure chest.

A treasure chest that very well may contain pie.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, conflicted. “Ah... I can't help myself! I gotta have more!”

She jogged to the new chest, not registering how out of breath it now made her, and opened it up. Three pies. One chair. One fork. No table.

Whatever.

She pulled out the chair and sat the pies on the ground, grabbing one and wasting zero time in shovelling more in as she lounged in her seat. Ann held the pie plate up, vertically, close to her face and simply scooped it down into her mouth, the whole bottom half of her face – everything not covered by her cat mask – quickly turning a deep red with mess, her lap being coated in shrapnel from above. Luckily, or unluckily, her lap was slowly being conquered by her bulging belly, which looked deep into its second trimester with however many food babies she was carrying. The inelastic latex material groaned and strained, and Ann wondered if she was in danger of bursting her outfit. This thought didn't change her behaviour at all – rather, it appeared to her with a sense of dull curiosity. If it burst, it burst.

Pie was the priority.

Hunger was the priority.

Ann Takamaki had never felt this hungry in her entire life. It wasn't at all clear to her if the pains in her midsection were her skin against the latex, her stomach trying to contain all the food, or her hunger pangs crying out in sorrow. Likely a mixture, and the only way to solve the last of those issues was to stuff herself. Right? Not eating wouldn't help, duh. That's why the first of the new pies went down in minutes flat, that's why she quickly reached down for the second, that's why the rational part of her cherry brain told her something was up.

“Ugh,” she groaned. “W-what's happening to me... I... I can't stop eating!”

Her desire for a solution crumbled when the next forkful entered her mouth, and Ann again realized just how desperately she needed all of this pie inside of her.

“Ahh,” she mumbled through stuffed cheeks, “I guess... I don't wanna stop eating...”

That was better. Ann took a huge bite of pie and contentedly swallowed it down.

“Mm... more...”

Her gut growling drowned out the sound of her front zipper pulling down an inch or two from how much girl was contained within, Ann's growing boobs eagerly accepting the extra room they were given, trading in their muffin tops for a deep line of cleavage where the zipper once was. Meanwhile, beneath her new tits, Ann's waist had lost the battle, the last vestiges of a once-trim figure giving way to a pair of smooth love handles, rolls that teardropped just above widened hips splayed across the seat of the chair. These all complemented the crown jewel of her rapid weight gain: a fattened gut of somebody who hadn't met a single pie they didn't like.

It had surged out against the latex, stretching it to its limit. Ann fidgeted in her seat to try and find an ounce of comfort, but her swelling frame against the thick latex was untenable. She was outgrowing her catsuit in a hurry; those extra sixty or seventy pounds she'd packed on in the span of fifteen minutes were taking their toll. She had a choice: put up with the discomfort of her itty bitty suit or take the whole thing off so that she could eat in peace. The latter was tempting, oh so tempting... but she had nothing on underneath, and the slight draft through the tunnels was enough to keep her from disrobing too much.

Panther settled on simply grabbing the third pie and stuffing herself silly.

She held the plate up again as she had before and scooped the dessert into her messy mouth, her insatiable appetite still somehow growing more and more ravenous, even as she started on her sixth pie of the session, even as she fattened well beyond Palace Infiltration-shape, even as she took on more of a Phantom Couch Potato form than that of a Thief. Ann didn't care. She was too hungry. Too addicted.

And, if she had to admit it, she'd say that the fullness, softness, and warmth of her new figure actually felt kind of good.

“Here, let me help...”

“A-AHH!”

Ann jumped out of her skin as a sultry voice broke up the mindless silence of gorging herself, and gentle fingers took hold of her front zipper, slowly pulling it down to her bellybutton, the strain around her swelling chest finally gone. She lowered her pie plate and gasped at the return of the Succubus.

“Big appetite today, hm, Panther?”

“G-get away from me!” muttered Ann through full cheeks and gooey lips as she tried her hardest to quickly get up and grab her whip. “This... i-isn't anything! You didn't see this!”

“Calm down.”

Ann was pushed back down onto her seat by a deceptively strong palm squishing into her stomach. The Succubus's smile was wide and hungry, her twinkling eyes cunning.

“Come on,” she purred, “eat up. We can't let my pie go to waste, can we? That would be so rude.”

“Y-your pie?”

The Succubus held a hand over her mouth as she giggled.

“Oh, yes. My pie. Do you like them? Aren't they fantastic?”

Panther sighed. She didn't know what was going on. She didn't know why the Succubus had returned, she didn't know why the Succubus wasn't trying to kill her, she didn't know why she wasn't fighting back harder against the Succubus.

She decided to stick with what she did know.

“Ugh... they're SO good,” she moaned, licking her dark red lips clean.

“Mm.”

Ann gasped as the Succubus reached down and grabbed hold of her jaw, pinching her chubby cheeks together with dainty gloved fingers.

“Eat. Now.”

Panther did as instructed, shovelling pie down into her face faster than ever, knowing full well that she was now at the mercy of this Succubus, who could do whatever it wanted with her.

She cursed herself, while she stuffed herself like a hog, for getting caught like this.

“Your suit is getting too small for you. That won't do.”

Feeling a brisk zap on her stomach, Ann uncovered her face of the pie plate and saw the Succubus had cast some new sort of magic on her, one that had zipped her catsuit back up all the way without any trouble, without any strain. She realized that somehow her suit had been altered, the chest, waist, hips, thighs being widened, and suddenly it fit her chubby body just right.

“There we go... the famous Panther can't run around Palaces with her gut sticking out like that. No, no, no. Now, you're set for another big infiltration, although... hm, something tells me you won't be doing much running anymore at all...”

“Mmstmmrnmm!”

“What was that?”

Her face full of rage, Ann lowered the plate and finished the enormous mouthful she'd piled down her throat.

“I said, I can still run!”

“Well, you can prove that later. For now, keep eating. Do as you're told.”

Ann sighed. She didn't have a choice. The Succubus had the higher ground. Much higher ground.

All Ann could do was eat.

With the Succubus watching intently, Ann greedily finished the pie and tossed the plate aside, forgotten about, and let out a well-earned belch, the steamy cherry stench so thick on her breath that it was almost visible. She looked down at herself and groaned. All that pie had ruined her figure, her belly now looking as though she were overdue with triplets (the ultrasound would've shown food octuplets), her cleavage deepened into a veritable canyon, her thighs nearly doubling in size, all of which was now safely secured within an XXL catsuit that shielded her dignity, if not her shame.

Yet, when she gripped her soft, warm belly, something she'd never experienced before, and lightly wiggled in her seat as she stared into the mesmerizing valley of her cleavage, and as her heart skipped a beat at the taboo of a famous fashion model completely letting herself go for a life of hedonistic, humiliating gluttony...

“You... like this, don't you?”

Ann looked up before she could realize she'd started blushing.

No. The Succubus couldn't have that victory over her. Never.

This was a Shadow. Her enemy. It may have won this battle, but it's not winning this war, or her name isn't Panther of the Phantom Thieves.

“Fuck off,” she spat, flushing the heat from her face, again trying to force herself up. “I'm so out of here, when I come back with Joker, I swear we're –”

“Ah, ah. Sit back down.”

This time, the Succubus shoved her, rather than gently pushing her back into her seat. Ann heard the chair creak and complain as all 220 pounds of her landed on it with momentum, nearly toppling her over backward, where she'd have be totally compromised. In the chair, she still had a shot.

That is... until the Succubus snapped her fingers four times, with a chuckle.

One. Two. Three. Four.

Panther took a deep breath. Four perfect pies, all sat in a row in front of her, all with perfectly golden brown lattices, perfectly thick crusts, perfectly red cherry filling.

One more snap, Ann realized the fork still between her fingers had vanished, and the Succubus took a bow.

“Bon appétit!”

Chapter Text

“There, it's so much easier to just eat than to put up a fight, hm?”

Ann shot daggers at the Succubus with her cyan eyes as she stuffed her chubby cheeks with handfuls of delicious pie. Her fork having been magicked out of existence, Panther was reduced to having to treat her precious pie like finger food, her purple gloves quickly turning a dark red with the same layer of gooey cherry filling that coated the lower half of her face, and her lap, thanks to fallen pie from above.

“Don't waste any more...”

The Succubus wiped her hand slowly over the mess of pie on her thighs before bringing her hand up to Ann's face once she finished her mouthful. Dutifully, Ann licked it clean.

“Thank you,” she whispered, getting back to the pie.

“You're very welcome, dear. It's my pleasure, really, getting to see such a beautiful girl fatten up like this.”

“I-I'm... hmph... not fat!”

The way she savagely gnashed at the mouthful of pie she'd stuffed her face with made it a bold and dubious claim, one Panther couldn't back up anymore by pointing to her trim figure and tight skin. Even her face was plumped up; her cheeks fuller and rosier, her jawline soft and more curved, her chin doubled when she looked down at her sloppy self.

“Really? What do you call this?”

Ann groaned as the Succubus began kneading her belly through the latex, the bare, delicate touch of a new set of hands almost relaxing her, comforting her. Ann watched the Succubus raise her eyebrows expectantly, as though assuming the growing girl would concede the point.

Instead, Ann doubled down.

“It's just... mmph... Metaverse bullshit,” she muttered between mouthfuls. “All the weight's gone the second I... hmph... leave this place!”

Victory.

Ann laughed at the Succubus, who'd furrowed her brow in genuine confusion. A Shadow wouldn't know how the outside world worked anyway, so her 'plan', whatever it was, could never work. Ha, ha.

“That's why I don't mind eating,” Ann explained, smearing her face with the last fistful of her pie, chunks of crust and filling dropping down onto her oversized chest, where they slid and bounced down into her cleavage in a red, sticky mess. “N-none of this... mm... is real...”

The Succubus couldn't even enjoy the sight of Panther's belly rolls pushing out as she struggled to reach down to grab the next pie. She was too caught up in rearranging her plan, now that it was clear her guinea pig had an easy out. The Succubus had lots of magic in her arsenal, but none of it could deal very much damage, and thus she had to resort to very creative means of taking out Panther. That was why this plot was hatched in the first place; the girl couldn't destroy Shadows if she became... what was in store for her, hm.

But now, she was learning that Panther could escape before the plan came to fruition.

She absentmindedly passed Ann the next pie, eliciting a meek 'thank you,' and scanned the tunnel for inspiration. The wide, rounded tunnels were so perfect for her plan, so roomy and spacious, just the right shape... such a shame to let them go to waste... the last thing the Succubus needed was to see Panther's wide backside ascending those escalators at the entrance, leaving her behind in the tunnels once again after waiting... so... long.... hm.

Hmm...

Inspiration had struck, and all was right again.

“You know more of the outside world than I do,” admitted the Succubus, kneeling down next to her test subject as she scooped and shovelled the next pie into her fat face. “I must say, I didn't think about that.”

Ann shook her head, hardly listening.

“Well then,” pouted the Succubus, who traced a gloved finger along the zipper up Ann's thigh, to her belly, where she softly rubbed and pressed against the latex, giving Panther another gentle massage. “I suppose I must admit defeat. This was my only plan, after all.”

Her long, pointed tail followed suit, delicately gliding along the gooey latex of her lap, softly wrapping itself once around the tiny chair and her thick thighs, making Ann squirm and fidget in her seat.

“I'll let you go, my little Panther,” she purred, getting closer to Ann. “I cannot do anything to you, so you're free to leave.”

This time, Ann hummed, and placed her hand over top of the Succubus's as she soothed her stuffed tummy. The Succubus's free hand scooped two fingers' worth of pie from the half-empty plate and held them in front of Ann's mouth.

“But if there's anything else you may need,” she whispered, standing up so that her lips were inches from Ann's ear, “please do not hesitate to ask.”

She cooed as Ann grabbed hold of her fingers and pushed them into her mouth, where they were polished off with a low moan and a hungry look from her chubby cheeked, double chinned face. The Succubus was content with her work, and Ann whimpered as the Shadow vanished in a puff of smoke.

Ann needed the next pie now.

Three of them remained, and she was so eager to make them disappear. Stuff them down, and head on out. No more after that. None. Ignore the overpowering hunger and desire to continue eating. Eat the last three, and that's that.

Problem number one was that it was difficult to reach down to get the next one. Ann's growing gut was in the way, and the tight latex wasn't helping matters either, reducing her downward mobility in a way that she'd incorrectly assumed would never happen to her. Ann grimaced as she sat up straight in her little chair and valiantly tried reaching down, her outstretched arm only two or three inches away, which may as well have been two or three miles for all intents and purposes. She simply couldn't reach.

“God,” she groaned, looking up to the ceiling in exasperation, “this is so pathetic.”

Panther felt pathetic. Thank heavens none of her friends were down here to see this, or anybody involved with her modelling career... they'd see her with an extra hundred pounds of fat all over her body, coated almost entirely over the front of her body in leftover cherry mess, and perhaps worst of all, a twinkling in her cyan eyes that suggested she still needed more.

No, on second thought, that wasn't worst of all. There was something worse.

Nothing was more pathetic than those weirdly persistent jolts of erotic thrill.

She couldn't make sense of them. The Succubus's delicate yet confident hands all over her soft body, while she whispered in that sultry voice, embarrassing her and making her blush a deep crimson. It was intensely intimate, being felt up and fed by another person, and the extra layer of danger that the Succubus could actually do bad things to her, but chose not to, only seemed to add to the thrill it gave her, whenever she could focus on that instead of focusing on stuffing herself silly.

It had been longer ago than she'd liked, the last time Ann had been intimate with somebody else. Her stretch goal for this trip back home had been to flirt a bit with Joker and see where that went... they made a great team, they were both hot, they had great chemistry, it just worked. Was that why she was getting hot and bothered? The thought of Joker being here with her? Oh, God. What would he even say now?

'Panther, what happened to you?'

'Panther, if you really want more pie, get off your fat ass and pick it up.'

'Panther, I really love how soft your body looks like this...'

Ahhh...

She stood up and shook the weird thoughts away again. Her imaginary Joker was right; if she wanted pie, she needed to get up.

And Ann needed the next pie now, after all.

First, Panther took stock of her body by canvassing it for extra cherry that she could indulge in. Her chest had most of it, partly because of how much more room it was taking up. The extra fat had turned Ann's tits from cuppable handfuls to huggable armfuls, thankfully still contained within her newly-tailored catsuit, though the zippers were starting to feel tight once more, the soft skin beginning to muffin out again too. Two porky fingers slipped down into her cleavage – and there was a lot of that, with how tightly packed she was inside of her suit – to recover as much delicious cherry filling as she could, and she came up with fingers coated in the stuff. She could hide all sorts of items in her cleavage now, something she'd taken to doing long ago with the suit's unfortunate lack of pockets. Useful for hiding stuff, exciting to look at, pleasant to touch and feel. Ann really wished Joker was here to see her newly upgraded boobs.

She'd need to drop the rest of the weight first, though. Right? She was pretty sure she did. Joker might not appreciate the fact that she'd become obese, and he especially might not appreciate the fact that even Ann, a fashion model whose job requirement was to keep weight off, was getting some enjoyment out of her heavier frame. It was a novelty to be so big and soft compared to when she was small and slim, it was fascinating to have a belly that stuck out past her chest, or hips that forced her to cock her elbows at almost 45 degree angles to keep her chubby forearms from chafing. Ann had seen and done enough measuring to have a rough idea of what sort of plus-plus-plus sized fashion she'd need to fit into for the next Metaverse runway show: around 50 in the bust, maybe 45 for the waist, and probably about 60 in the hips and butt. Well-packed into her suit, she looked and felt round and tight, which she surely wouldn't be in a skimpy runway number.

Satisfied that she'd surveyed her new figure, Ann remembered once more than she needed the next pie now. She bent over and nearly toppled forward from the changed balance her new body required, luckily shuffling forward to catch her momentum and remain upright.

“Thank God I'm only in Mementos right now,” she muttered to herself, resting her hands on her knees to catch her breath. “In a Palace, I'd be screwed...”

Imagining herself like this in a Palace gave her a quick chuckle. Having to sneak around corners, tiptoe through rooms, jump over gaps. All the effort it took to fight in battles, all the contortions and acrobatics.

All those pesky air conditioning vents they were always crawling through...

Shuddering, Panther carefully lowered herself a little bit more and grabbed one of the pies, standing up straight with it in triumph, so eager to eat, eat, eat and continue to make herself more useless to the Phantom Thieves.

After a few handfuls of pie to get started, Ann settled in to a routine of simply holding the plate up to her mouth vertically and soothing her tightening outfit with her free hand, a task made very necessary when she realized how quickly she had filled out her enlarged suit already. Zippers groaned, latex stretched, skin chafed and ached as she ever so slowly took up more space, her stomach working overtime to rapidly turn the magical dessert into pound after magical pound of magical fat, exactly like the Succubus had intended. A scale would've told her she was pushing 300. Her brain, heart, and stomach told her she was doing just fine.

So, she continued to gorge, continued to soothe, all in the peace and quiet of Mementos solitude. As she winced at the feeling of her nipples starting to press harder against her zippers, Ann briefly wished the Succubus was back to fix her suit again. With how much damage all this food was doing to her figure, she didn't know how comfortable she'd be after finishing the remaining two and a half pies without upsizing her outfit. It was a funny thought, imagining how big her suit would be after getting it fixed again. Little old Panther from half an hour ago would've gotten lost inside of it. Now, she had a body to fill all of it out and then some. How quickly she'd let herself go... how taboo...

“It's my pleasure, really, getting to see such a beautiful girl fatten up like this...”

Ann remembered what the Succubus had told her earlier: she was a beautiful girl who'd fattened up, and had only fattened up more since then. The Succubus liked it, apparently. Ann thought she might too. It excited her to know how little she'd been before she'd stuffed her face into the first pie, it gave her a shot of adrenaline to know it was all because she'd given in to temptation in a way she couldn't in the real world. In a way, perhaps, this is what she truly was. Deep down, she didn't want to watch her calories, manage her diet, fret over every carb. Her heart was at its most free, its most happy, when she was eating something sweet.

If she was going to continue giving in to her innermost desires, she'd need more room to do so. Thanking her tailor for the strategic inclusion of zippers, Ann pulled the ones on her chest down right below the bust, allowing her bare breasts a reprieve from their gooey latex prison, which in turn granted them the freedom to fatten. Without even taking her nearly-empty pie plate down from her face, she wiped off all the excess cherry from her chest and licked her gloves clean, every mouthful sweeter than the last. She wished it were somebody else taking care of her like that, like Joker... as leader of the Phantom Thieves, it was his job to keep her morale up, after all...

'Panther, when did these get so huge?'

'Panther, how are you going to stuff your tits inside of your suit now?'

'Panther, don't worry about that Palace infiltration tonight. I'll stay here with you instead.'

God, she needed company right now. Somebody else to feel her, feed her, maybe even fuck her. Why couldn't she have come here with Joker? Ah, who was she kidding... he probably would've gotten her to stop eating long ago. Or, he would've destroyed the Succubus, who was responsible for all of this in the first place. She did this to her. She wanted this to happen. She... she'd probably be happy to feed her, actually...

Ann tossed the polished-off pie plate aside and let out a loud belch.

“E-excuse me,” she said to nobody. “Um... Succubus, are you still here, s-somewhere? I was – ”

“At your service.”

Panther gasped as the Succubus materialized out of thin air, this time appearing directly behind her in a puff of smoke, her mouth already dangerously close to Ann's ear.

“What can I do for you, my little Panther?”

“I'm... not so little anymore, but... um, I-I was... I was wondering... if aaAHH!”

She squealed as the Succubus wrapped her arms around her huge bust, firmly palming her exposed breasts, resting her chin on her shoulder.

“You wanted company, didn't you? My baking... tends to do that.”

Ann blushed at the Succubus's perfect read. She did want company. She wanted somebody here to take care of her. Even if it was an enemy, she didn't care.

“Y-yeah... um, could you... get the next pie for me?”

The Succubus snapped her fingers, and a beautiful fresh pie appeared in Panther's hands.

“O-oh, I meant one from the floor...”

“This one's fresher. We'll get the other ones after, my darling. Here, let me...”

With Ann holding the plate, the Succubus reached around and started feeding Panther, who eagerly accepted.

“Still such a powerful appetite,” she purred. “Are you ready to admit that you've gotten fat?”

Ann nodded.

“Ah, wonderful. You don't get a bosom like this by watching what you eat.”

The Succubus slowly kneaded one of Ann's heavy breasts, admiring how dense yet natural it felt, like Panther's body was meant to be this stuffed. Interlocking her fingers with the Succubus's, Ann happily guided her 'enemy' all over her chest, showing her precisely how she wanted to be held, felt, fondled, her sense of danger towards the Succubus obviously dropping with every mouthful she was fed.

“You want me to fix your suit, don't you, honey?”

Ann nodded again, her cheeks bursting with cherry filling.

“Why? You're almost done your pies, you can just leave after those.”

“Mmph, wanna keep eating...”

Panther let her head loll back onto the Succubus's shoulder, and her voice lowered to a whisper.

“Want you to feed me...”

Ann's cherry-intoxicated brain took a second to register what she'd said, but once it did, she could find no error. She'd eaten way, way too much pie, and gained way, way too much weight to go on pretending that she didn't want more. It all tasted and felt so good, it all made her so happy. There was no risk, no downside – when she finally had her fill, she'd simply leave Mementos.

Until then, she wanted more.

“Let's make more room for you in the meantime, then.”

She felt the Succubus grab hold of her middle zipper and slowly inch it downwards until it was just below her belly button, at which point the Succubus reached in and heaved her huge gut out of the suit and into the light, leaving her entire front exposed for their mutual enjoyment. Without the catsuit compressing and squishing her body, Ann felt how much her stomach surged outward now, and she realized she could probably tack on another 10 inches to those measurements she'd estimated for herself about a pie and a half ago.

“Such a huge, greedy girl you are,” said the Succubus, wrapping her tail around to let it glide over top of Ann's sensitive, stretched skin. “And still, you have so much more room to grow...”

“Mmph, I do?”

“Oh, you have no idea... here, keep stuffing yourself with this,” offered the Succubus, letting Ann take control of the pie plate, “and I'll help you down to the floor where it's a bit easier for you.”

Ann's resistance having dropped to near zero, she contentedly went along with it, keeping her face glued to the pie while the Succubus helped guide her down with ease, the Shadow clearly much stronger than she looked if she was able to corral all of Ann like this. It made Panther realize, again, that she was at the complete mercy of the Succubus, her physical strength and capabilities dropping as she ventured further into morbid obesity.

“I know w-why you're doing this,” said Ann dimly, her fat ass offering a comfortable seat as she dropped into a lazy sitting position. “You've made me completely useless... in the Metaverse...”

“Oh, I don't know... you're very useful to stuff food into, and plus, you don't think Joker will enjoy having you around to show off?”

Panther's imagination ran wild as the empty aluminum plate in her hand was swiftly exchanged for a full one. She dreamt of the rest of the group rolling their eyes, sighing, as Joker once again called on Panther and only Panther to join him for another Palace scouting mission. They all knew she was totally impractical to have on the team, a liability even, and they didn't understand why he wanted her waddling, huffing, snacking about from room to room while he handled every battle solo. But, they didn't know about what Joker and her got up to in those safe rooms. They didn't understand. Joker was their leader, and it was her responsibility to make sure he was relieved of his stress, that his testosterone was flowing... yes, she could be rather useful to the group, now that she thought of it...

“Ah, no point in lying,” added the Succubus, with every snap of her fingers now a new, fresh pie appearing on the floor around them, suddenly a dozen full plates all being laid out for her hungry, hungry Panther. “That is part of my goal, yes, you are my enemy after all... but I think this is proving to be quite the treat for the both of us, hm?”

The enemy. Ann was colluding with the enemy. She'd come down here to destroy the Succubus, but had instead wound up as a lard ass sitting on the floor, a pie plate in her face, the Shadow sat behind her with her arms and tail wrapped tightly around her soft belly, which Ann had to spread her legs apart to accommodate now.

She sure didn't feel like an enemy anymore, as their embrace grew more intimate.

“More,” she mumbled, cherry juice trickling down her double or triple chin, pooling between her huge tits. “F-feed me...”

“I can feed you forever, my Panther,” cooed the Succubus, nibbling on Ann's earlobe. “Just stay here with me and eat, and grow, and forget about those little Thieves.”

“N-no,” slurred Ann, her words uncertain and confused as to her own true desires. “Noooo, I have to go back at some point... eventually... a-after I'm full...”

“Mm. Fine. You can go back – eventually.”

If Panther wanted to stop eating only once she was full, then the Succubus had no choice but to happily go along with the plan, even if their definitions of 'full' may be slightly farther apart than her Phantom friend realized. Uncoiling her tail that had been surrounding Ann's massive stomach, the Succubus got up and tiptoed through pie plates, both empty and full, until she could take a seat where Ann's lap once was, almost straddling the front of her belly, facing her feedee head-on, a fresh pie in hand ready to go. There were two reasons for her new position: one, it allowed her to stuff Ann even faster, and two, it let her get a better view of Ann's ballooning frame.

The Succubus was practically salivating at what she saw, as her plan started to finally take shape. Unbeknownst to Ann, who likely wouldn't care anyway, coloured splotches had formed on the most swollen parts of her body, the sections that seemingly contained more pie and fat than flesh and muscle. The front of her squishy stomach, much too far away now for Panther to see, had turned a darker shade of bubblegum pink at the belly button, a hue that perfectly matched the colours developing on and around her nipples, and even on her chubby cheeks, which the Succubus had to wipe clean of cherry filling to see anyway.

Eyes lit up with anticipation, the Succubus licked her lips.

“Come on, Panther,” she teased, “you aren't eating fast enough! Let me do it, I think you're starting to slow down.”

Ann had no time to respond before the Succubus had ripped the plate from her hands and started stuffing her new friend by the fistful, leaving Ann forced to chew and swallow as fast as she could, hardly stopping for breath at any point as cherry mess spilled and dropped all over her nude front, discreetly covering up any visuals of her reddening skin.

“There. You don't mind if I take care of you like this, do you?”

Panther moaned and shook her head.

This stage of the transformation was always the best, thought the Succubus, watching Ann mindlessly soothe her cherry belly.

The reminders that she would, in fact, have to leave this place were bubbling up fewer and farther between for the growing Panther.

She could really get used to a life like this. Being cared for, worshipped almost, by the Succubus was a feeling unlike anything she'd even experienced, so much so that she could hardly even contextualize it in her ooey gooey head. Maybe it was the taste that was making her feel good, or maybe the warmth of their bodies together, or how sensitive her stretched skin was becoming, or how she was trying and failing to squeeze her tree trunk thighs together to take some of the edge off of the heat from between her legs. All of it was coming together into one whirlwind of sensation, or more accurately, with how thick, heavy, and slow she felt, not a whirlwind but a mire.

Ann had lost track of how many pies she'd eaten, both in total as well as how many she'd eaten sitting on the floor like this. They were blurring together now that the Succubus was handling everything – pie retrieval, pie feeding, plate disposal. Every step was taken care of. She'd been so, so wrong to think these creatures were evil. They were good. They only wanted her to feel good, and be well-fed. When she was back up in the real world, the first thing she'd tell Joker would be that the Succubi were innocent.

'Panther, what do you mean the Succubus was feeding you?'

'Panther, can you tell me again how many pies you ate down there?'

'Panther, why on earth do you want to go back to eat more?'

“Eat more...”

The words came out sloppy and sluggish, and probably only sounded like another moan to the Succubus, but the intention was clear: Ann didn't want to stop anytime soon. There was still so much to eat, still so much room in her stomach for pie. Still so much hunger... her need for more food weighed upon her mind oppressively, leaving so little opportunity for more productive, rational thoughts. If she took a break for just ten seconds and pushed aside the Succubus's hand and plate, she might catch a glimpse of the new colours on her skin. Alas.

Instead, she simply closed her eyes, ate what the Succubus fed her, and continued to expand, her 350 pound body fighting to escape its groaning latex prison. Her belly, freed long ago, took the brunt of the growth, pressing tightly against the Succubus's trim torso, itself sheathed in shiny black latex marred by cherry red filling. It totally covered Ann's lap, an achievement made even more extraordinary by how much her thighs had widened inside of her tight suit, the zippers that ran down them being strained beyond capacity. She could feel each zipper undoing itself, agonizingly slowly, metal tooth by metal tooth, with every third or so of each pie that she ate, the teeth digging into her swelling skin as her entire body cried out for more room.

With no zippers to undo and provide at least some freedom, her arms had no hope of freedom in her current state. The latex was stretched so tight around forearms and shoulders that had grown thick and puffy that Ann noticed she'd lost mobility with them, her shoulders unable to fully lift up, her elbows unable to fully retract. The only way to help at all would be to undo the silly little zipper that protected her neck, right below her triple chin, which was keeping the upper part of her suit too compact, too tight. While one hand soothed her belly while she ate and grew, the other reached up to tug on it.

“Oh yes,” noticed the Succubus with a smirk. “Your suit. My little piggy's outgrown it again! Surely that means you're going to stop now, hm?”

Too hungry to speak, Panther simply shook her head once more.

Cackling, the Succubus snapped her fingers and watched as Ann's suit zipped itself back up to perfection, the latex sizing up magically to fit her obese body, the pink blotches on her skin shielded from view again, save for the ones spreading across her face, and the larger one that was encroaching upon her cleavage. Not that she could see that, of course; the last of the pie Ann had been eating spilled from her overflowing mouth and fell onto her breasts, totally covering her exposed skin. Almost all of her was covered in sticky cherry filling, from her platinum hair, her smooth skin, her pink gloves, nearly all of it a deep, full red.

The Succubus rose and admired her unfinished masterpiece as Ann caught her breath, pie number two or three or four dozen checked off her list.

“My, you've let yourself go. It's going to be so hard to drop all of this weight... thank heavens you just need to leave Mementos in order to go back to normal.”

Ann nodded, sluggishly licking her fingers and palms clean. She stretched her arms out before running her hands up her legs to her torso, feeling how her tailored suit hugged her new curves perfectly again, in style and comfort. Even she had to admit that she pulled off being fat very well.

“But I do wonder what you'll do when you go back,” continued the Succubus. “You've gotten a taste of how it feels to indulge. Don't you want more?”

Fuck. She did. But Ann knew she had no choice but to go back. Obviously. Realizing that she'd slowly been chewing for the past minute, Ann finished her mouthful and let out a hearty belch.

“N-no, I'm... almost full,” she lied, badly, very badly. “Just one more pie, that's it...”

“One more? You're sure? Positively sure? Really really really really sure?”

The Succubus snapped her fingers, again and again, as pies appeared left and right, twenty, thirty, a total of fifty pies suddenly littering the ground, combining with the empty aluminum plates to create a vast circle around the fattened Panther, whose head spun in delirious, conflicted urges, one part of her urging her to go, run, move, a much greater part of her telling her to relax, lay down, indulge, let the Succubus take care of her, eat, eat, eat, forever and ever and ever...

Simply forget about the Phantom Thieves, forget about modelling, forget about... about Joker...

“I-I'm sure,” she muttered, closing her eyes and shaking her head. “I really have to, um... go, before I...”

“Before you... what?”

Before she eats so much that she passes out from delirium? Before she grows so huge that she can never move again? Before she becomes nothing but a giant mass of cherry filling?

Before she lets herself be trapped in Mementos forever, her Succubus enemy at her side, tormenting and humiliating and teasing and touching her, force feeding her endlessly until she explodes?

“N-nothing,” slurred Ann, failing to ignore the jolt of energy and excitement those outcomes shouldn't have given her, but did. “Just let me... focus on my last pie, okay...”

Her solution to making sure she'd eat no more was to put the excess pies out of her mind, and to do that she needed to stop staring at their perfectly golden lattices and glistening red filling. Huffing with all the energy of a beached whale, Ann spun her enormous legs to her side and leaned forward, flipping onto her hands and knees, before picking out a perfect pie and sliding it away from the others in front of her. Lowering her face into the crust like a pig in the trough, she was satisfied that all of her attention was on this final pie, at last – the rest of the pies were out of sight, out of mind, and thus, out of tummy.

“Ah... what a picture of beauty,” said the Succubus with great pleasure, clasping her hands together, at Ann's 'solution'. “My pretty Panther, embracing her inner piggy!”

Ann ignored the dig, and also ignored the pair of hands that started feeling up her enormous backside, and the dainty little tail that started playing with her goopy blonde hair.

“Er, her outer piggy, I suppose, considering you're looking more sow than Thief at this point... dearest me, in this position, it looks like you're nothing more than a huge, red hog, hm?”

“Mmph, nuh a hog,” mumbled Ann, her mouth fully stuffed with pie.

“Hm? Did you oink something? You shouldn't worry your little head about speaking. Just eat...”

The Succubus's words were a lullaby, her voice suddenly so close to her ear, her breath ticking her skin. Just eat. She was right. Just eat.

As she ate, Ann's body continued to change. With how heavy her fattened upper body was becoming, she rested on her huge tits and belly, pushing her wide ass up into the air, where the Succubus was treated to the sight of it slowly growing more wide, along with her thighs and waist. Fat rolls and dimples beneath her re-fitted suit were hidden from view, making her body look tighter than it ought to be by the red latex, making her look less of a blob of lard than she really was. Of course, the Succubus knew the suit was hiding more secrets. But Panther wasn't long from finding those out for herself.

One of those secrets, which the suit could not hide, was that the growth around her waist had started to greatly outpace the rest of her body. Panther's famous hourglass figure was a relic of the past now, replaced by something different, much different. Her waist was filling out on the sides, her arched back curving out just barely enough to notice, her round belly pushing more firmly against the floor. The change had been too gradual for Ann to notice, but now, the Succubus could sense the shifting shape of her unwitting captive.

“Oh, it's a shame that this is your last pie, considering how much room you still have to grow,” teased the Sucubus, kneeling down next to Ann and fiddling with one of her twin tails. “You'd better lick your plate clean,w e don't want you wasting any of this. In fact, I might get you to lick yourself clean, and maybe me too while you're at it...”

No. Ann couldn't have more than what was on her plate. Her final little aluminum plate. That was it. No licking herself, no licking the Succubus.

Even though she knew they were both covered in tasty, sugary mess... even though it wouldn't go against her promise of no more pie if she were to help herself to some leftover filling... even though the idea of closer contact with the Succubus, who truly seemed to want to take care of her, held more appeal to her than she'd like to admit, even though...

No.

No more.

The pie was gone, she realized, and it hit her that all she really could do now was clean her plate. Running her tongue straight up the middle of the plate gave her a rush of sugar-fueled excitement, knowing this would be the last taste of this pie she'd ever get, knowing she needed to savour every single drop, every single crumb. Holding onto the plate tightly, she closed her eyes and tongued another line up the middle.

“I want it spotless,” purred the Succubus, bending down to reach her ear again. “Show me how you'd lick me clean, piggy.”

It was shockingly easy for Ann to do so. On her hands and knees, she imagined it was her Succubus friend underneath her, all of her weight pressed firmly against the much tinier body of her friend, whose long, delicate fingers guided Ann's head down her torso. That naughty little tail of hers, having gained a few metres in length using the power of imagination, constricted all of Ann's ample body, keeping her trapped in place on top of her, the Succubus unwilling to let her go, softly constricting her body as the red latex suit creaked and strained under the stress. Then, her wings, their soft, mesmerizing fluttering having so far allowed the Succubus to navigate her growing frame with ease, closed around the pair as though they were cocooned, keeping them so, so warm, blocking out all external sounds, the world reduced to only the two of them.

Sore from an hour of nearly nonstop eating, Ann's tongue took over for her jaw, and traced gentle circles over her latex torso, making paintings with the cherry mess she'd made on her friend, or perhaps more accurately, her lover.

“You... taste good...”

The Succubus's eyes were on fire, watching Ann deliriously lick circles all over the aluminum plate, which if she opened her eyes she'd realize was already nearly spotless.

“I know,” she whispered. “You're so good at this.”

Praise. After so much humiliation, so much 'piggy', 'fat', 'oink', so much stress and anxiety... Ann melted into the Succubus, her licks becoming hungry and desperate, turning to moans, gasps, kisses, as she gave in to her most hedonistic desires, as she gave in to the Succubus at last, returning the favour for showing her how wonderful it was to indulge, to truly herself go, after so many years of societal pressure forcing her not to eat herself into immobility like she so often fantasized about.

Ann felt herself swelling within the confines of her Succubus's imaginary tightening tail, her rolls squeezing out between the coils, every lick making her blow up exponentially quicker, growing heavier and fuller, pressing more weight onto her lover, keeping her trapped underneath, precisely where she wanted her to be, forever...

“Mm, I should keep you like this instead...”

... was that Dream Succubus speaking, or Mementos Succubus? And what exactly did she mean? Didn't matter. All Panther knew was that she agreed. She wanted to be kept like this. She didn't want to go back.

She wanted to stay in Mementos, she wanted all of the pies, she wanted the Succubus, she wanted more of her new body... she wanted to swell, swell, swell within the coils of her tail, once her fantasy was made into a reality...

If the Succubus had noticed Ann fishing around blindly for another pie while polishing off the plate with her tongue, she might not have spoken up next.

“Yes... just like this... ah, a shame you have to turn into a cherry, hm?”

Ann stopped fishing around.

Ann stopped licking the plate.

Ann even stopped dreaming about letting go.

“W-what?”

Then, she opened her eyes.

In the reflection of the pristine aluminum plate, she saw herself for the first time, an image of what she'd become. Her cherry-soaked twin tails, her cat mask turned slightly askew on her face with her cyan eyes shimmering through, her prominent triple chin, rounded jawline, stuffed chubby cheeks. And, she saw a pink blush. All over her face. Everywhere. Cherry mess covering every inch of her skin.

She wiped away at the cherry and licked her fingers. The mess disappeared.

The pink colouring... did not.

“Oh,” giggled the Succubus. “Oops.”

Ann pushed herself up to her knees, aided by new adrenaline coursing through her, her well-honed flight or fight instincts starting to kick in. She met the blushing Succubus's eyes.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing. Keep eating.”

Her gloves. Ann quickly peeled them off and tossed them, exposing new skin; skin that, despite being shielded away all day from the drama, had turned a dark pink, much like her face had... and also as her incredibly full chest had, once she gazed down at herself and finally took a sober look at how gigantic she'd let herself become.

“I said keep eating...”

Ann ignored her, and quickly took stock of her body. Her skin was completely pink. Her belly was enormous, oddly round, and had some of its malleability replaced by a strange firmness when she pressed it on it. It dawned on her that when she'd been flailing her arms on the beside her for another pie, she hadn't realized that she'd been using her stomach and breasts for support, their newfound solidity keeping her upright.

Those pies... were doing more to her than she knew.

“I... I gotta go!”

Rising to her wobbly feet, Ann nearly toppled over with her imbalanced figure wreaking havoc on her centre of gravity; the last time she'd stood up straight was maybe 200 pounds ago. Out of pure desperation, she managed, taking a second to collect her breath and steel herself for an admittedly sluggish getaway.

“No, please,” said the Succubus calmly, curiously nonplussed by this turn of events. “We were only just starting to build a rapport! You can't go now...”

“I'm not going to turn into some... f-fucking cherry!”

With the escalator exit only one straight hallway ahead of her, Ann ignored the Succubus and started running – or at least started huffing. It took her about ten feet before she was out of breath, her legs slowing to a brisk jog, then down to a chafe-inducing walk. Glancing around, she saw the Succubus giggling to herself and collecting pies from the ground. Why wasn't she trying to stop her?

Whatever. She had to go, now. As long as she escaped Mementos, she'd come back to the real world in perfect shape again. Ann didn't want to see another cherry in her life. And, a diet was surely in store, just to be safe. Maybe ramp up those morning runs from four times a week to five times. Well, at least for a month. Or a few weeks. Meh. Cherry was OUT, though. Forever. And ever.

Passing the four-way intersection between the tunnels, Ann took a quick break and leaned against the wall before the main entrance room, her limbs sore and throbbing, her lungs turning themselves inside out. The Succubus was still messing about back where she had just been, a vast minefield of perfect pies surrounding a tiny, barren circle, in which an empty, clean plate lay lonely on the ground, a remnant of Ann's uncontrollable binge. She was still hungry. Desperately hungry. Stuck-on-a-desert-island-for-a-week hungry. And... she didn't like to admit it to herself because of how things had suddenly turned weird, but she was still kind of horny. Or a lot horny... the pies looked tasty. She wanted to eat them. She wanted to lick the Succubus up and down. She wanted to go back.

The good news? Her desperation to avoid being turned into a cherry was strong enough to finally overpower her addiction.

“Hmph.”

Feeling emboldened, she turned back to the entrance and repeated the process, running until she jogged until she walked, which left her bent over and clutching her knees in exhaustion in front of the escalators, the bright yellow sign hanging from the ceiling telling her she was soon free, the rising stairs offering a welcoming pathway home like an outstretched hand of a friend after a long, hard day. Panther turned around and saw the Succubus's wings flapping madly as she rushed to the entrance, pies in hand.

Pies she'd never again eat.

“WAIT! You're still hungry! I know you are!”

Ann chuckled. Nice try.

“When Joker and I come back for you, we're gonna see how much room YOU'VE got in your stomach...”

With all that her legs and lungs had left to give, Ann ignored the Succubus's wailing cries and hurried onto the escalator going up.

Only...

“Oh, hold on...”

There was one little problem.

“Shit... no...”

Or, there was one very big problem.

“No, no, no no no...”

Herself.

The Succubus's cries turned to maniacal laughter as her wings slowed down, her heels clicking against the subway floor as she dropped from the air and approached with confidence.

“THAT'S why I was rushing to get to you,” yelled the Succubus, her voice filled with psychotic glee. “I was going to tell you... that there's a weight limit on those things!”

Ann looked down. Maybe there wasn't a weight limit, but, shit, there sure as hell was a size limit. She'd never considered it, because what sane person ever considers whether they're too fat and wide to fit onto an escalator? What rational person ever leaves themselves in a position where they're stuck between the railings, their almost-425 pound body too wide to pass, their high-friction latex suit tormenting with its creaking and groaning as she wiggled and jiggled herself to no avail, the squeaky material making it impossible to slip back out?

What self-respecting Phantom Thief would ever eat fifty pies in one hour, grow halfway into a massive cherry, rush thoughtlessly into a small passageway that she couldn't even come close to fitting through, and then wonder why they decided it was a good idea to go into Mementos on their own?

Ann wanted to raise her hand in shame.

“But you didn't listen to me,” said the Succubus, clacking her heels for emphasis as she stopped next to her massive Panther. “You wanted to huff, huff, huff your way allllllll the way up those stairs and come running home to that little Joker of yours, didn't you? You thought you were in the clear, didn't you?

Panther blushed in embarrassment, and hung her head in surrender – which she quickly realized was a mistake, when she noticed the Succubus was already holding out a fresh, warm pie right under her nose.

Her stomach rumbled louder than it had all day.

“We really could've shared a life together down here! I was truly starting to consider it, seeing how passionate that last pie had made you. 'Maybe she deserves a chance to be my big, fat, piggy pet,' I thought. But, no. You lost your one chance.”

Ann gulped. The pie looked so good. It smelled so good. She knew it tasted even better.

“And now?”

The Succubus brought her fingers up to her mouth, and blew. The loud whistle drew a dozen Shadow Pixies out of thin air, a puff of smoke, down at the end of the hallway, each of them picking up a pie and skittering with their little wings in a neat line toward the escalators.

“Now, it's time for your main course.”

Chapter Text

The pointing and giggling after each feeble attempt at wiggling free from her escalator prison only made Ann Takamaki even more desperate to escape.

So many factors, some of which had been building all afternoon, conspired to keep her stuck. Her size, of course, was the biggest issue. Then, her grippy latex suit kept her from sliding out – unlucky. Her urgency to run up the stairs earlier had led her to push as far as she could go, making it so that she needed to wiggle a solid two feet backwards to get out. Lastly, her 'sprint', if she could call it that, all the way over from where she'd been stuffing her face had left her totally zapped of energy.

The added motivation of evading being humiliated by a dozen Pixies and one very naughty Succubus wasn't nearly enough to overcome these.

“Screw off,” she muttered, gritting her teeth as she pushed and pulled on the railings, gripped and squished her own fat, moaned and groaned in exertion. “I'm not... I won't, ugh... Jo... JOKER!”

The Succubus only threw her head back even harder in laughter.

“Oh, darling... I almost feel bad for you.”

She fluttered over, balancing her stilettos on the railing, and bent down to hold her warm pie as close to Ann's face as she could.

“But Joker's not coming to save you. The next time he sees you, well...”

Tracing a finger over Ann's soft chest, the Succubus took up a dollop of cherry filling...

“You'll be nothing but a big...”

The finger moved up under Ann's nose...

“Red...”

Ann's shaking head and shut mouth couldn't keep the Succubus from forcing it in between her lips..

“Ball!”

It was good. She couldn't have more. Her belly was so hungry. She needed to avoid this. It was still the best thing she'd ever tasted. If she ate more, she'd never escape.

Panther swallowed.

“A fruit, to be clear. A massive, round fruit. I'm turning you into a gigantic cherry for me to play with until I'm bored of you. There, I figured it's better to just put it out in the open now that you're, y'know, trapped. Helpless. At my mercy. Are we understood?”

“I... ugh, I WON'T!”

“Oh, you will. You certainly will. And the thing is... you'll like it, too. The same way you liked it only five minutes ago. Just accept it, little miss Panther. Accept that this is your fate, and enjoy it, won't you? I certainly will...”

The Succubus motioned to the Pixies, who slowly floated over to Ann, four of them in a semi-circle around Ann, each holding out a pie in front of her, as well as a fork that they'd conjured from thin air. Their tiny wings, curled brown hair, pointed ears, most of all their soft, girlish giggling... it all made them seem so delicate and gentle, so harmless... they just wanted to make sure Ann was fed, and happy...

No... no, it was so hard not let her thoughts drift. Ann had eaten so much pie, let her mind become so warped by it, even just being around it was enough to make her lick her lips, rub her belly, dream of an outcome where she just gave in and did what the Succubus told her to do.

Still, she knew she had to fight.

“N-no,” she said, shaking her head. “I'm... not hungry anymore, I don't need to...”

As if on cue, her stomach grumbled loudly enough for all of the Shadows to hear. Giggling filled the air.

“It took sooooo much out of you to run all the way over here,” chirped the Succubus as she got close enough to wrap an arm around Ann and pat her tummy. “We can hear how empty your stomach is, my sweetness. Just eat one, okay? I promise, just one. We won't pressure you into any more, you have my word... you do trust my word, right?”

“NO! Not after you... ugh, did this to me!”

“Oh? Did I, now? Tell me, Panther, is it truly me who's responsible for this?”

She turned her head to stare a dagger at the Succubus, but the stern look on the Shadow's face, one like a teacher reprimanding a student, made it clear she was about to be put in her place.

“Remember earlier when I told you I'd leave you be, that if you wanted anything more from me then you'd have to call for me? What did you end up doing, hm?”

She called for her...

“Remember all of those times you asked me to fix your suit? What did I do?”

She fixed her suit for her...

“Remember when you ran for the escalator? Did I make any effort to stop you? Any effort at all?”

No... she just watched her go...

This was her fault. The Succubus didn't do this to her. Ann did it to herself. Joker would be so ashamed of her...

'Panther, you know you did this to yourself.'

'Panther, I can't save you when you're stuck like this.'

'Panther, you might as well just give in and eat...'

Ah... Joker...

“You see?” the Succubus shouted, slapping her on the back, hard. “I've done nothing to earn your distrust. Annnnd.... that's why you can take my word when I say that I won't force you to eat any more pies after this! Deal?”

'Panther, you can trust the Succubus.'

'Panther, you're soooo hungry.'

'Panther, just eat one more pie, that's all...'

“Mm, so hungry...”

The sight of Ann's mouth opening was enough for the Succubus to give the thumbs up.

A Pixie grabbed a forkful of its pie and gave Ann what she desired.

It didn't take more than a few bites for Panther to remember why she'd gotten so big in the first place.

She was addicted. That was it. The willpower from before, when she was running, or jogging, or shuffling, whatever it was, away from the Succubus toward the exit... it was gone. She was left with no choice but to eat. No choice but to feed her addiction. The soothing tingles that spread from her taste buds to her brain, then to her stomach. Or, to her stomach first, then to her brain. Which was it? Ann didn't know, nor did she care.

She wanted, needed to fight them.

Being stuck in place like this, with dozens of enemies around her, each with a pie at the ready, with no chance of fighting back because of their sheer numbers. It would take every ounce of skill and knowledge she learned from her time as a Phantom Thief to escape this.

Just think, Panther, come on...

“Look at her chubby little face, girls,” said the Succubus, floating around the circle of Pixies that surrounded Ann. “You can tell how much she loves our baking!”

The Pixies oohed and aahed, cooed and purred, and they laughed, bright and wispy giggles, as they closed in further toward Ann, their silent wings fluttering in unison. From here, she could fully appreciate just how much smaller they were compared to her, their height not exceeding more than a foot and a half each, their palms so tiny underneath the full-sized pies they were somehow able to hold without breaking a sweat.

Their smiles shined so sweetly, their eyes glowed with such allure...

Panther tilted her head down to follow the Pixies that began exploring her body, giggling with each other as they poked her fat gut, or took a seat on one of her love handles, or traced a finger down her light red cleavage. She let them do it. It was pointless to waste precious energy fighting back when they weren't even hurting her. Instead, she focused even harder on thinking her way out of this, thinking of some way to get her increasingly-spherical body out of this mess.

She blinked twice, three times. Yes, she was becoming rather spherical, just like the Succubus had prophesied... Ann watched one of the Pixies slide off that love handle, which was rounding out too much for any purchase. A group of Pixies pointed at it and laughed, their voices ringing out like tiny brass bells. Ann couldn't help but crack a crooked smile. They were having so much fun with her changing body.

Her mouth opened wider, before she slammed it shut.

“No... I really, r-really don't wanna be... a cherry...”

“Then stop eating.”

The Pixies giggled. The Succubus snickered.

Panther shook her head.

“It's just...” she began, as the nearest Pixie dangled the glistening, half-eaten pie in front of her face. “I... I c-can't... control myself...”

This was her last pie, she'd told herself already, so she could meet in the middle; she should just finish the pie she'd promised herself, and then stop. Stop while she was still a person.

A gigantic, rounding, red person, but still.

Ann opened her mouth again, the Pixie accepting the invitation to resume feeding her. Their eyes met, cyan versus rose pink, as Panther's lips closed around the fork, the Pixie sighing and smiling, relieved that Ann lacked the willpower to reject the rest of her pie. The tiny Shadow tittered with glee.

“They like you,” came the Succubus. “My girls don't just like everybody; they're very particular. But they do like you.”

Ann looked down again at the six Pixies playing on her body like an amusement park, egged and cheered on by the other six who were floating around her, holding onto extra pies as they waited their turn. Three of them had just started trying to unzip her suit down the front, with two manning the strained zippers on her breasts, and the third below them, working on the zipper between her cleavage. But the suit had become stretched so tight – yet again – that their little fingers couldn't do it.

“W-why do they like me?” asked Ann through muffled cheeks.

The Succubus shrugged.

“You're fun to play with.”

Panther was becoming a plaything for the Pixies.

It was little wonder why. As Ann tried to wiggle free, she craned her neck to find her rounding sides blotted out any sight of her lower body, her waist overflowing onto the railing that trapped her. Two Pixies had painted a toboggan slide of cherry mess below her arm; their cries of glee as they slipped down her body drowning out the relentless, omnipresent giggling from the rest. Quick math told her she was four feet wide around the middle, and her huge gut sticking out front made her a lot more circular than she'd ever thought possible or desirable.

Her jaw opened mechanically for another bite, each mouthful turning her closer to a Pixie paradise.

“Get me... mmph, out...” she winced, her valiant wiggles for freedom losing steam as the fatigue of a long day started to set in. “M-my body... isn't a toy!”

“Perhaps,” the Succubus teased. “But it could be. If, you know, you keep eating.”

Another mouthful, and her words sunk in. Ann did NOT want that... it's just that she was addicted – admitting is the first step – and the Shadows were exploiting this fact. They were exploiting her helplessness with being stuck, too. Put the two together and you've got one round, growing Panther, that's all. 'Want' played no part. None of her 'wanted' to be huge and fat, trapped in Mementos with the sultry Succubus.

None of her wanted that anymore, at least.

Right... Ann had wanted that. Briefly. At one point, not that long ago. Back when she could move, and had more free will, and was a little bit thinner and a little bit lighter and much less exhausted. It felt like it was ages ago that she was on her hands and knees, face pressed against the back of an aluminum plate, licking up every drop while she fantasized about a life of hedonism as the Succubus's lard-filled lover. It felt so long ago... yet it was only ten minutes prior, not even that, and all that had changed was a narrow little escalator, and some dye on her skin.

“Yeah... you're thinking about it now, aren't you?” read the Succubus. “It'd be so difficult to escape, and so, so easy to do what I say instead. And so much fun, too...”

Escaping really was so difficult... but she was a Phantom Thief, there was nothing that could stop her. Just think... use that gooey mind of hers to think, formulate a plan, strategize an escape, rather than using it to reminisce on how good and safe she'd felt earlier with the Succubus.

Her hands fell to her enormous stomach as she ate more. Noticeable when she pressed in on her belly was how much of the softness was going away, softness and squishiness that had enabled her to squeeze herself into this escalator in the first place. Did that mean she was finally full? Did it mean she was almost at maximum capacity? Or... did it mean she was...

“My, you look positively ripe,” the Succubus teased, watching Ann explore her body. “Do you like the fullness? The warmth?”

She did, but she wouldn't admit it. Especially the fullness. There was just so much of her, there was pressure from within her that was growing and spreading, and together they provided a feeling of immense anticipation, that if the pressure grew too great, if it took up her entire body, all 450 pounds plus of it... something would happen. Something exciting. Maybe she'd burst out of the escalator and regain her freedom. Maybe she'd burst out of her suit. Maybe she'd burst into an orgasm that she'd been quietly hoping for. Or all three...

Well, the suit would certainly burst. Not much time had passed since the last time she'd had it stretched, but she was already feeling the tightness again. As always, it was most apparent around her chest, where, sat beneath the Pixie who was making herself comfortable laying on her cleavage, Ann had grown tits bigger than basketballs, with skin saturated a darker shade of rose pink than most of the rest of her. No wonder those Pixies had been trying to unzip these; they were enormous, heavy, and creeping over the lip of her suit's cleavage window again. For now, though, they were fine, she knew how to deal with them... it briefly crossed her mind that she was becoming more and more used to, and accepting of, her rounded figure, but she could deal with that later, too...

“I asked you a question.”

Ann swallowed her mouthful of pie and looked up at the stern Succubus, leaning against the smaller Pixie that had been feeding her. What was the question? Oh, right... did she like the feeling of being ripe...

“Y-yeah, I like it, but –”

“Wonderful. Then perhaps, you'd like the next pie? ”

“A-ah... wait, no, I'm... I'm done, I said I was done after one more, so...”

Suddenly, the Pixies broke out in laughter. The Succubus rolled her eyes.

Wait...

The giggling coming from her cleavage sounded familiar. She glanced down; it was the same Pixie who had been feeding her earlier. They'd swapped out.

Taking its place in front of her mouth had been a second Pixie... with a second pie. Ann hadn't even noticed the switch, her perceptive capabilities having dulled from cherry intoxication, and now the second pie was nearly halfway gone, with the first having wound up as an empty pie plate sat atop the escalator railing beside her.

“Y-you agreed to only one last pie too!” cried Ann, as the Pixie waved the pie in her face.

“Hmph – I agreed not to force anything upon you. You willingly started on this next one, Panther. Quite readily, I might add. As soon as I mentioned you were ripe...”

The Pixies loved that. Ripe. Their big, ripe Panther cherry.

They cheered and giggled some more.

“... it was like something clicked, and you just chowed down. Your eyes turned blank. What were you thinking of, my ripe Panther?”

“My, um... my suit bursting open,” she admitted, as she automatically opened up for another bite, too distracted to build up more resistance. “Can you make it bigger again? It's... mm, tight again...”

“I most certainly can do that for you.”

The Succubus and her Pixie grinned at each other.

“But, I don't think I want to.”

“W-what?”

“Cherries don't need suits. And, if you want a bigger suit, that means you want to get bigger, by becoming a full cherry. Simple enough?”

“I don't wanna be bigger!”

Lie. It was a lie, right? Ann knew somewhere inside that it wasn't true. She wanted out, yes, she wanted Joker, she wanted freedom... but she wanted something else, too. With every bite, every poke and prod of the Pixies, every sultry word from her Succubus, her thoughts and desires melted back closer to what she'd been dreaming of earlier, of a blissful, easy life, full of pie, full of love, full of, well, fullness.

Simply put, Panther liked her growing shape. She liked eating and being fed. She liked taking up more space. The other stuff that came with it was a problem, but her situation grew more hopeless by the second, and her mind was shifting to accommodate the new reality. If escape was impossible, why not eat another pie? If the Succubus really wanted to love and feed her, why not let her? If it was inevitable that her suit would eventually burst, why not stuff herself silly to make it happen?

With how enthralling it was to be huge, and how intense it felt to be under the Succubus's spell... was being her gigantic cherry even all that bad?

The Succubus eyed her expectantly, tapping her finger on her chin, while the Pixie held the next forkful out in front of Ann's drooling mouth.

“Okay, I... I wanna be bigger...”

The Pixies cheered, and Ann hoovered her next bite.

“Girls, we really ought to give her some more space.”

Handed her dwindling pie, Ann held it up to her mouth and chowed down as the Pixies switched over to help the Succubus with a new task. Four pairs of tiny hands pushed hard, very hard against her stomach, with two pairs each on her massive breasts. Panther realized they were pushing her backwards.

They were freeing her.

Ann's gnashing couldn't keep her from hearing the grunts and strains from her Pixie friends below, so she moved the plate to watch them. Their lithe little bodies were so cute compared to her, with every bite of pie making the contrast between them even more stark. They couldn't weigh any more than 20 pounds each, and Ann couldn't weigh any less than 500.

The Pixies needed help, she realized. Ann wiped a hand through her plate, coating it in cherry mess, and rubbed some on her hips and thighs, hoping to add lubrication to the mix. Quickly, the remaining Pixies joined in, gratuitously rubbing the filling all over her lower body, overstimulating Panther by having 20 plus hands all working her at once, from all angles, in all directions. It hadn't been possible to have so much attention on her body when she was small and thin; there just wasn't enough of her to go around. Being huge meant she could be taken care of in a way she only very recently discovered she'd been craving all along.

Her latex suit squeaked and squealed as she was finally moved back an eighth, a half, a full inch, and a jolt of excitement that shot down her spine wound up as a spark of arousal between her thighs.

“I told you they liked you,” shrugged the supervising Succubus, noting the crooked, blushing smile on Panther's face and knowing exactly why it was there. “And now you like them too. Keep pushing, girls!”

Ann devoured the last of her pie and tossed the plate aside in time to hear the grunting and groaning of the Pixies near its crescendo. Her first instinct with freshly-available hands was to reach for another pie, but they were sat too far away, so she decided to try and help the rescue mission by gripping the railing and wiggling more, still more, inch by inch by inch, until, finally, as the pressure of the pushing Pixies reach its maximum and those sparks of arousal turned to a full-on power surge, her massive body shot free of its prison and Ann was sent ass-first onto the ground, tumbling backwards and sideways until she rolled to a stop ten feet from the escalator, face down, her signature cat mask having been hurtled away in the process.

“Ah! Freedom at last!” cried the Succubus, to a group of roaring Pixies.

Panther barely registered the celebration. Her dazed head was too busy gathering what had happened to her in the span of mere seconds: the pressure of the Pixies and the railings had immediately given way, causing her lower body to billow outward to match the rounding shape of her hips and midsection. The pressure release, followed instantly by a surge of growth, together with the overstimulated heat of the moment, had left her trembling, quivering, gasping for air, heart racing out of her chest, so much so that she whispered to herself...

“Did I... just have an orgasm?”

Using what wits she had left, Ann groaned as she rolled herself onto her side and pushed herself up diagonally, teeth gritted, arms shaking, the enormous heft and rounded shape of her body making it a mighty struggle. At last, however, she was able to get a proper glimpse of her figure, with her dainty feet, tucked within her cute purple boots, tapered from her thickened thighs, which blended smoothly into her hips and waist as a satisfyingly round curve. All told, she must've been nearly five feet wide around her middle; her red skin and glistening, messy suit would make anyone think, from afar, they were looking at a big, fat cherry...

The thought made her look for the exit, and it was there, for the taking. The Succubus and her minions were looking at her, pointing, giggling, and the escalators rose up behind them, freedom imminent.

But then she blinked, and Ann realized her desperation for escape had been dulled, deprioritized, the unquenchable hunger and need for more having occupied just as much room in her gooey head. Perfect pies sat on the railing, on the floor, in the Pixies' hands, and they called for her, just as Joker's voice called out through her mind.

'Panther, you can escape later...'

'Panther, eat more pie...'

'Panther, get bigger...'

She sucked up a dollop of drool that had slipped through her lips, as the Succubus and her minions floated over to her, pies and all.

“I'm sure you're eager to go now,” said the Succubus with a knowing grin. “Joker's waiting for you.”

“More pie... then I'll go...”

“Oh no, she's still hungry, girls! After all of this, she still wants more... good heavens...”

A helpful Pixie handed Ann a fresh plate, and she quickly held it up to her mouth so that she could stuff. It tasted better than ever. Mm... Joker was right... she should eat more and get bigger...

“I'm so happy you're putting your reclaimed freedom to good use,” quipped the Succubus in a lower tone. “Stuck in an escalator is no place for a cherry.”

The Pixies giggled as they surrounded Ann again, who was too preoccupied to point out that she was a human, not a cherry. She didn't want to be that. What she did want, however, was to be a huge and round human, and she was well on her way. Three Pixies flew behind her to support her from below, holding their prized cherry up in a reclined position, as Ann's growing form no longer allowed her to sit up at a ninety degree angle, her thighs and waist turned much too meaty to bend properly. Spreading her legs slightly to accommodate her swollen thighs, Panther tried heroically to shimmy her way to a better view of her frame, but she discovered that in this new position, her massive tits, nearly bursting out of her suit's cleavage window, weren't even allowing a view of her round tummy, let alone her lower body.

“F-fuck,” she groaned, a tremor passing over her bottom lip. “Fix my suit... n-now...”

“Oh, Panther. You're in no position to give me orders.”

The Succubus pushed the pie plate back into Ann's face, who had no choice but to resume.

“In fact, by continuing to stuff yourself into oblivion, you're consenting to taking orders from me...”

No... she was a Phantom Thief... one that simply enjoyed eating and growing, but still had agency, still had independence. That's why she wasn't going to –

“And I'm ordering you to eat until you burst this suit, like a good cherry would.”

The shot of arousal that sparked within her overpowered her pride.

The obvious compromise was to eat until her suit could stretch no more, and then leave. Yes. Good plan. That would satisfy her urge to grow, to eat, to do what her Succubus said, but would leave her with at least the shred of dignity that remaining clothed would provide her.

Sensing hesitation, the Succubus turned up the charm, to make it clear there would be no compromise.

“Oh yes, you'll do it,” she whispered with hot breath into Ann's ear holding up one of her twin tails to get as close as possible. “Because I said so, my darling, and because you'll love it...”

Panther whimpered as her captor traced fingertips over her suit, the both of them noticing how it was bulging between the zippers, a reflection of how they had much less stretch in them compared to the thick, red latex surrounding them. Ann wondered if she'd already reached the point where her suit could stretch no more... hm, that wouldn't do, she still had so much left to eat...

“Let me show you how good it feels to be free, sweet Panther.”

Pressing the pie plate into Ann's face again, the Succubus hovered over top of her and straddled her ever-widening stomach, a tiny burp escaping Ann's lips from the sudden change of pressure around her tummy.

Then, a not-so-tiny squeak escaped her lips, when the Succubus groped her chest.

“These deserve to be free,” the Succubus said as a matter of fact. “You grew them, after all...”

The Pixies moved in closer to watch as their mistress pressed in and wedged her hands between Ann's breasts and the poor suit that was hanging on for dear life. They knew it wasn't right that the latex was still covering them up. They wished Ann would just embrace being a cherry already.

Ann, for her part, was caught in a fog of conflicted desires, as she always was when she was stuffing herself. Her pitiful pride was telling her to get up, to leave, to stop the Succubus from exposing her to the crowd of Pixies. Earlier, she'd been bare-chested when just the Succubus was there, and that was... okay, she supposed, kind of nice... it had given her a fuzzy feeling, having someone comfort her like that, but now that she was becoming a beautiful cherry, and there were onlookers, it was different... shit, no, she wasn't becoming a cherry, that was the Succubus's influence talking...

Her friend-slash-enemy grunted and swore under her breath, the effort required to pull her tits out clearly taking its toll. The Succubus's influence was also telling Ann that she should help, that the comfort and relief of having her swollen breasts out of her suit was worth the trade-off in embarrassment. Well worth it.

Ann was easily influenced, it turned out.

Setting the dwindling pie down on her cleavage, Panther slid her hands down the side of her oversized jugs, and with the power of Shadow friendship, finally pulled them free.

“O-oh, uh, wow...”

Even the Succubus had to collect herself at the sight of Ann's bare boobs let out of their suit, swollen to their fullest potential now that their latex prison was no more. With just the slightest teardrop shape keeping them from being perfect spheres despite their mass, Ann pressed them together and gasped at the pressure, fullness, and sensitivity.

And, obviously, at their two feet of diameter, each.

“Panther, you grew these for me?”

“Panther, they're so fun to play with.”

“Panther, you really should make them get a lot bigger...”

Panther blinked. Joker would find her irresistible like this. Did it even make sense to be hesitant about being naked?

She could feel it. Her walls were crumbling. Seeing her huge, round tits out atop her huge, round body. Everything felt so full, warm, tight, sensitive. Everything felt so good, so taken care of. The Succubus was softly kneading her breasts, the Pixies were gently rubbing her stomach, sides, legs that were starting to turn conical as her thighs lost definition.

Everything was losing definition, Ann realized. She couldn't tell where her hips ended and her waist began, with what little she could see of them beyond her huge midsection. It all seemed to form one smooth curve, the lines between her body parts blurring, a new shape taking the place of what had began as a perfect hourglass, then became a thick and curvy pear, then morphed into an overstuffed goddess of gluttony. This was now something new, something different... something not entirely natural, or even fully human.

It was true – the Succubus hadn't done this to her. She'd done it to herself.

“I... I should go,” she moaned, the last vestiges of resistance still prickling in her softening head. “Before... I'm a cherry...”

“Oh, but you're so hungry,” answered the Succubus, her eyes nearly as bright and red as Ann's body, staring hungrily at her exposed breasts. “Have more pie before you leave, my lovely.”

Ann's Mementos paramour haphazardly tossed her current pie aside, not even having finished it, so that she could send in a new, fresh one from the next Pixie up.

“Feed her more, faster,” ordered the Succubus, her own well-rehearsed reticence crumbling, now that Panther was nearing the final stages of her transformation. “She's starving, and she's much too fat for this stupid suit...”

Panther had no time to consider the Succubus's sudden heel turn into a force feeder, as the Pixie had flagged down a friend to stuff pie into Ann's mouth in double time. Two pies, two Pixies, two hands, one mouth. Ann barely had time to breathe between bites, barely had time to register how tight the rest of her suit was becoming, barely had time to chastise herself for how undeniably hot it made her feel to be force fed like this. There was simply no time. She was way too hungry to think.

She had even less time to protest when the Succubus leaned in and licked her long tongue across one of Ann's nipples, a new sensation that felt as good as any she'd experienced so far. Between the flurry of Pixie arms, hands, and messy pie that nearly blocked her entire vision, Panther locked gazes with her captor, a twinkle in the Succubus's red eye as she batted her long lashes, her lick turning into a gentle kiss, then another, then another.

The Succubus... wanted her, Ann realized. There was burning desire in that gaze.

Wouldn't it be so easy to just let herself fall into those red eyes...

“My love, keep growing for me,” said the Succubus, huskily. “I've been so patient... and now, I finally get to have my fun with you...”

'Panther, she's waited so long...'

'Panther, let her have fun with you...'

'Panther, give yourself to her...'

His voice was so clear in her head...

One more sudden rush of resistance. It wasn't right. She knew this was wrong, this was dangerous... Ann recognized she had almost completely slipped away. Her eyes blinked more slowly. Her thoughts bubbled more sluggishly. Kicking her feet, she noticed how stiff they felt, how difficult it was to move them, just like her arms, which had puffed out so much that they'd become heavy, and tiresome to lift. The latex covering them was painted on, stretched so tightly that her entire body ached with pressure from both within and outside. Pixies poked her, whispered about her. Additional pairs of hands pressed against her from below, allowing her to sit up relatively straight. She wanted to tell the Pixies to stand her up, so that they could rest. Her mouth was too full to spit out a single syllable.

For the first time, Ann wondered if it was even possible to escape at all anymore.

The Succubus's pet. Trapped forever as a gigantic cherry. The famous Panther, of the Phantom Thieves. Humiliated, giggled at, tormented. A plaything. A servant. A toy. Ann Takamaki, starlet fashion model. Helpless. Immobile. Taboo.

Hungry, ashamed, submitting, guilty.

Excited. Horny. Lustful.

Trapped forever... in rapturous fantasy.

The dream made her eat faster. To power through the pies and attempt one last push for freedom? To hasten her growth and turn herself into an immobile, submitting plaything? Or was she simply too hungry for rational thought altogether? Did it even matter? If she truly was fated to her new form, rational thought would be a relic of the past anyway... eating, growing, feeling, those were the only things that she would need anymore... it was such a beautiful, simple life, and it was all she needed... all she needed was to... was to...

“Burst,” blurted the Succubus, alerting Ann that she was still present. “Burst already, you annoying suit... ugh!”

Taking off her own latex gloves, the Succubus – with either long fingernails or short claws, Ann couldn't tell – dug into the main zipper up her centre, still heroically hanging on, shielding Panther from a horrible, nasty, delectably erotic exhibition. She could deny it no longer: Ann wanted to burst out of her suit, once and for all. It was so tight and tiny on her now, as her torso beneath her tits was muffin-topping in a way it had never been designed for, and it was constricting her limbs so much that they'd become difficult to move. Lost on Ann was that this was only half the problem; she'd gained so much weight in her arms and legs that, if she'd cared to stop and consider them for a minute, shes find they'd thickened enough to reduce her range of motion, leaving it easier, more comfortable to simply rest them on her chest and not bother worrying about why she was physically unable to close her legs, or press her palms together in front of her.

Poor recipe for someone thinking about an escape.

Luckily, Panther's melting mind had given up thinking about escape, and instead given in to carnal pleasure. She struggled mightily as she held onto her massive tits to provide a better view of her central zipper for the Succubus, who was pulling on it with all her strength. Ann could feel it, one by one, every few seconds or so, another tiny tooth of her zipper was undone. Another sliver of red skin exposed. Another small step closer to being... free? Hm... she did want freedom still, after all... but which kind of freedom? Finally, something interesting to think about...

“Come on, faster,” snapped the Succubus, even her tail wrapping around and wiggling itself between Ann and her suit to pry it apart. “So fucking close... just... don't even bother chewing, you big, fat cherry... don't even bother thinking... just eat and grow!”

Ann swallowed an entire mouthful, and then stopped thinking about being free. It was comforting to simply do what she was told.

Focusing every ounce of her will on eating seemed to help. Another mammoth mouthful led to another few teeth spreading apart out front, followed by a tooth in one of the zippers below her breasts, then one on her thigh, too.

Panther was coming undone.

But even with her thoughts having slowed to a crawl, she knew her growth was outpacing her yielding suit. The latex would fight to the warm, gooey end. The zippers would hold until they could hold no more. And her cherry body would be denied no longer.

She felt it all happen in an instant.

Sensing a change in pressure, the Succubus floated off of Panther's body in time to watch the tab on the main zipper over her stomach suddenly snap and pop off, causing the entire zipper to pull apart in an instant, quickly freeing her stomach, her belly button, all the way down between her legs, then up around to her lower back, where the force of the zipper undoing itself triggered the latex itself to tear a line all the way up to her shoulder blades. Much like when she was squeezed out from the escalator, the release of pressure as the suit gave way, combined with a sudden outward expansion as her body swelled to its proper, uninhibited size, caused the other zippers on her suit to pop too, exposing her sides, thighs, and legs. With so little of the suit intact, all that was left of it clung to her chubby arms and feet, which the Pixies swiftly did away with by yanking it off of her arms and pulling her purple boots of her feet, allowing the suit a graceful, well-earned retirement on the gooey floor below.

Ann was naked, now. Her huge chest heaved. The sudden, overpowering stimuli had left her trembling and shaking, her thoughts scattered, both her eyes and legs squeezed tightly shut. She'd climaxed again, she realized once her brain cells came back online, with the Succubus and a dozen Pixies all anxiously watching her.

The room stood still in silence, and Panther opened her eyes.

“Yes... finally.”

Her attention momentarily captured by her Succubus, Ann's eyes followed her captor as she floated up above her in order to take in the full view. She flapped her wings slowly. She rubbed her trembling hands together. She struggled to keep her tail from swinging back and forth in sheer excitement.

Ann hadn't dared to look at herself yet, but she could tell... things were different now.

Everything felt different. Her body, she could tell, had grown. It wasn't that she felt any heavier, but rather the suit had constrained her outward swelling so much that, without it, she now felt... ah, what was the word...

Was it... exposed? Well, yes, she was exposed. The most gentle of drafts slipped through the Mementos tunnels, raising goosebumps on her smooth, red skin, only offset by the intense, building warmth of her huge body. Every part of her was on display... every part, including and especially those that she'd be lying if she said she hadn't been saving for Joker at some point during this trip back home.

Hm, but no, that wasn't the word... horny, that was it, right? Thinking about Joker, thinking about her body... it could be that. If he saw her like this, with how turned on she was now, how desperately needy she was, how much of her demanded the touch of his hands. Panther had grown so much that it was awfully hard to move, and Joker could leverage that advantage so easily... there was nothing at all she could do about it if he wanted to have his way with her, especially not with how she'd call for him in her most sultry voice, blush for him with every graze of his body on hers, tremor with anticipation as he took his sweet time with her, enjoying how much her helpless and hopeless situation drove her crazy...

Mm, that sounded good, but there was another word that fit, and it fit so perfectly right now... stuffed, engorged, full, yeah, sure... sexy, gorgeous, perfect, of course... eager, willing, longing, definitely.

Panther felt all of those things. More than ever. But there was something more than that. Something that was different, beyond all else, something that she hadn't felt until now, either because of the danger of her predicament, the discomfort of her suit, the anxiety of her escape.

All of that was at peace now, and she could only describe herself as...

“So... are you satisfied now?”

Ann gasped as the Succubus read her like a book.

Satisfied.

She tore her eyes away from the Succubus and looked down at her new body. Satisfied.

Panther liked how her new, natural body looked. Without her latex suit forcing her to squeeze into something resembling a normal shape, she discovered just how round she'd become underneath it, how smooth she was, how red she'd turned. Her arms could move more freely without the latex constricting them, and she used this to explore every inch she could reach, which wasn't nearly as much as she wanted. Running her hands over her sides, she felt soft indents where thick rolls would normally be on a typical 600 pound lady like herself, a sign that she wasn't becoming fat anymore, but rather becoming something spherical. The thought intrigued her; if she ate more, those indents would smooth out, and then the Succubus would call her words like 'perfect' and 'gorgeous' and 'sexy'.

She felt pretty sexy already... Ann quickly found her breasts again, which sloped a little bit more over the curve of her rounded belly now that she was fully naked. They'd lost some of their softness, instead becoming more dense and full, but equally exciting to grab and squeeze, and even more sensitive than before. The Succubus had starving eyes for them. If Ann had a mirror, she'd see her own eyes were struck with a more ravenous stare.

“I asked you a question, my darling cherry.”

Right. Of course...

Satisfied. Was she? She felt wonderful. She felt whole. She felt full, huge, round, red.

Absolutely, she felt satisfied... until she saw the pies that the Pixies had conjured out of thin air, and Ann realized that the word she'd actually been looking for the entire time was starving.

“More... I need more...”

The Succubus threw her head back in cackling laughter.

“Of course you do! Girls, can you stand her up straight so that she doesn't choke? Panther wants so much more pie!”

With the strength of six Pixies beneath her, Ann was tilted up onto her stubby little legs,which were forced apart by the width of her thighs, the sheer size and weight of her keeping her from toppling over. She noticed a curious, faint sloshing sound from within as liquid inside of her settled into her new position. Ann ignored it. It probably just meant she was hungry or something.

“Fantastic... goodness, look at you. Little more than a sphere with arms and legs! Can you even move anymore, you fat pig? There's the exit, I won't stop you!”

Panther couldn't even take offense to the pig comment; she was right.

She was also right about the exit. Escape was right there for her, mere ten feet away from her. She could leave, go back to normal, go back to being tiny and skinny and pale and boring... and have to go to work, run errands, do taxes, cry over stupid men...

One baby step was all she could muster, her foot lifting about an inch off the ground and only moving forward that same amount. Escaping was pointless.

Ann was too heavy.

Too exhausted.

Too hungry.

Too... comfortable being a huge cherry.

“Can't...” she moaned. “D-don't... don't wanna leave...”

“Ah? Can you repeat that?”

The Succubus leaned in close to her ear, so close she could kiss her...

“Panther, just say it.”

“Panther, it's what you've wanted your whole life.”

“Panther, you were made to be a cherry.”

Joker's voice sounded quiet, more distant... but he was right.

He was always right.

“I wanna stay here... a-and eat...”

“Voilà.”

Teasing Ann with a nibble of her ear and a peck on her chubby cheek, the Succubus floated out in front of her and put her fingers between her lips to whistle. The Pixies bowed and vanished in puffs of smoke, their job done to their mistress's liking.

“For good behaviour, I'm going to personally be feeding you from now on,” explained the Succubus, pressing herself within Ann's deep and wide cleavage. “After all, I was the one who did this, not you...”

Panther shook her head and made to speak, but was interrupted.

“Oh, no, I was teasing you earlier by blaming you. No, I really am responsible, you truly did try your best to resist. But this was my plan all along... turning beautiful women into cherries, it's a passion project of mine, you see...”

She picked off a small chunk of pie from one that she'd snapped into existence on top of Ann's chest.

“It gets me horny, what can I say?” she shrugged, placing the chunk of pie gently between her lips. “And now you're horny too. Win-win...”

Leaning in, the pie made contact with Ann's plump and swollen lips, who greedily vacuumed it up, before her feeder leaned in closer and met her with a loving kiss.

Their tongues tied, and Ann's gooey brain was scrambled. She'd changed, now. She'd fully given in.

It felt so fucking good.

Every part of her was ablaze. Even with how her growth had slowed thanks to a few minutes without eating, she continued to swell, filling her body with more pressure, pressure that made everything so sore and sensitive, including everywhere that the Succubus was pressing against, and where her thighs chafed and squished together. Her thick arms, over a foot in width near what used to be her shoulders, squeezed her sides, where her indented rolls continued to smooth and flatten into perfect roundness, and she heard that low sloshing noise again, together with the pressure that built when she pushed in with her palms. Ann presciently wondered if it was cherry juice filling her up, and if that juice could be pressed out of her to shrink her back down... with the purpose of filling herself back up again with pie, only this time letting the Succubus take advantage of her from the very beginning, and indulging together...

Her Succubus stuffed another piece of pie in her mouth before cupping her hands on Ann's cheeks to hold her steady for a deep kiss. It had been easy to forget how much her own face had fattened up too, but now she was reminded. Her model's face, so angular, with defined jawline and cheekbones, proportionate lips, thin neck... she'd laid waste to it all. In fact, pie after pie after fattening pie had removed all trace of her neck, her triple or quadruple or whatever-ple chins having smoothed into one, and combined with her vanished jawline to totally blot out anything below. Above, the Succubus had ample room to hold onto, as Panther's chipmunk cheeks had puffed out to fit in more pie, and fortunately for her, her lips remained proportionate – they'd doubled in thickness to match the rest of her fat face, the leaking trail of cherry juice coming out of one side of her mouth a clue of what had caused all of this in the first place.

Their lips separated, and the Succubus brushed Ann's platinum blonde locks out of her eyes.

“I'd been looking forward to that all day,” she grinned, grabbing a handful of pie this time. “I knew it was only a matter of time before you'd give in, my pet...”

Looking up with puppy eyes, Ann watched her new mistress lick her lips as she forced a mouthful of pie between those cheeks. About time; she was famished, and eager for more.

“Y'know, I've turned girls who were just as hungry as you, but they never took to their new bodies quite like this... I've awoken something from inside of you, haven't I? A desire, a yearning, one you'd kept hidden for so long...”

That strict diet in the face of so many wonderful desserts at her fingertips... rigid exercise routines that she'd scold herself if she missed a workout on... stepping on the scale every day, often multiple times a day, to make sure she can fit into those tiny little dresses and that skimpy, sexy lingerie she was paid so handsomely to model... every time, the same brief, fleeting thought: how easy and good it would feel to have a cheat day, then let it turn into a cheat week, month, until she could eat whatever she wanted (sweets), whenever she wanted (every day), without a care in the world, much less a peek at the scale.

Ann ate the mouthful of pie fast, and discovered that the indents on her sides had faded away.

“You must take such good care of your body in the real world,” continued the Succubus, feeding Panther another huge handful. “I bet you were jealous of those other girls who ate whatever they pleased, knowing you had expectations that you'd never let yourself be like them, hm?”

Clocked again. Her job, her friends, her family, all of them knew her to be thin and hot, and expected that of her. What would they say of her now, knowing that this was secretly what she'd always hoped for? Her job would fire her, her family would chastise her, her friends would shun her... Shiho, her best friend, would she stick by her side? Perhaps... Joker might be the only one who'd understand, but his voice, which had rung through her ears all day, had grown so faint now that she'd let go, and she wasn't sure if she could count on even him...

“Panther... I'm proud of you for giving in...”

“Panther... she's going to take such good care of you...”

“Panther... you've never looked more stunning...”

Of course she could count on him, forever.

Ann ate the mouthful of pie even faster, and found that her disappearing thighs were squeezing together so tightly that she was accidentally building toward a third climax.

“But now you are like them,” the Succubus accused, jamming the entire rest of the pie into Ann's face, most of it filling her mouth. “And now you never want to go back, since you like being fed over and over, and... dare I say, you love being huge, don't you?”

Maybe it was the pie making her feel like this. Maybe it was the spell she'd had cast on her before all of this happened. Or, maybe the Succubus was right, that this really was her innermost fantasy.

Panther loved being too enormous to move.

The physical sensations were wonderful. The pressure, the sensitivity, the fullness, the touching and kissing. Ann loved all of it. But more than that, it was psychological. Everything the Succubus had been saying: hidden desires, outsider expectations tucked away, the relief of finally letting go, it was all so taboo. Her size was emblematic of the dirty fantasy she'd let out at last... it was so overpowering that she'd eaten and eaten and eaten, and grown and grown and grown, and now she could barely eat any more, or hardly grow any larger. Panther had rebelled against her real world self in the strongest possible terms; skinny had become wide, angles had become curves, diets had become feasts, little black dresses had turned to big red spheres. This was who she actually wanted to be.

Despite her immobility, her submission to her mistress, the humiliation of the Pixies... this realization made Ann Takamaki feel powerful, confident, herself, and this in turn made her demand more.

Ann ate the faceful of pie as fast as she could, and noticed her arms had become stiff and thick enough that they were hard to move.

“Feed me,” she commanded. “I'm so fucking hungry!”

The Succubus tossed the empty plate aside and snapped a new, full one into existence.

“Ah, this time, that's an order I don't mind following...”

With renewed determination, Panther's tiring jaw worked overtime on the next pie, which her lover steadily stuffed her with, coating her entire face with cherry red yet again, her cute little twin tails dyed almost completely crimson from spillage. With such an incredible percentage of her body being only cherry, her changes were coming even quicker now, a fact that wasn't lost on either of them. Ann felt a different pressure around her ankles, one that she figured was due to her thighs having completely merged with the rest of her, and now the remainder of her legs were following suit. Her arms were doing no better, as the greedy sideways glances from her Succubus feeder alerted her how quickly they, too, were being sucked into the gigantic, 700 pound ball that was her. The upper arms were mostly gone, and her elbows had traded in their flexibility for fat, leaving them as stubby little trunks with balled fists. It was a curious feeling, Ann decided, watching her limbs be absorbed into her body. She'd genuinely mourn for her inability to touch herself, but she'd gain further appreciation for her mistress's desire to touch her instead.

And touch her, she did. The Succubus, realizing that it was solely up to her to provide her pretty little cherry with tactile feedback, fitted Ann's mouth with the biggest handful of pie she could muster and shuffled down the curvature of her front until she was floating in front of her, wings flapping in rhythm with her own racing heartbeat, staring with flashing red eyes at her tits, each as big as Panther's entire stomach had been just an hour or so earlier. Grabbing firm hold of Panther's dark red areolas, she squeezed and pushed in on them as hard as she could.

Ann's moaning climax was immediate.

“That's all you want, isn't it?” the Succubus asked rhetorically, to which Ann moaned something resembling a desperate approval anyway. “Eat your heart out, and come your brains out? I may never grow bored of you after all, my darling Panther...”

Darling Panther nearly choked on her pie as the Succubus squeezed and pushed again, causing another quick climax, the pressure and sensitivity far too much for her muddied head to manage. Was it really this easy to bring her to orgasm now?

How deep did her desires run, that her new body left her permanently on the edge?

Another squeeze, another push, another wave of divine ecstasy. Panther's grand cry for more alerted the Succubus that she'd finished her latest mouthful, but with Ann's limbs having been absorbed up to her forearms, a logistical problem had arisen. Going back on her word from earlier, she whistled for reinforcements, and a lone Pixie emerged from a puff of smoke, laying down gracefully on what once was Ann's torso, and started dutifully feeding the massive cherry.

“She's almost ripe, my lovely,” moaned the Succubus in her own pleasure, dizzy with endorphins after forcing upon Ann another squeeze, another push, another squeeze, another push. “Give her all she can take...”

Panther's own endorphins were scattered like broken glass on the floor, as she was brought to countless climaxes by her own colossal body. Shutting her eyes tightly, both out of concentration and to protect from the cherry juice that was covering her face, she put all of her focus into chewing, eating, growing. Ann stretched out her fingers as she felt her wrists swell, a sign that her forearms were not long for Mementos, and tried gallantly to wiggle her toes, but found she couldn't tell if they were wiggling or not, nor could she even tell if her feet were present at all. Had her body consumed them too? That was hot...

Becoming lost in her own mindless consumption was hot. There was so little left that differentiated the human she was from the cherry she badly wanted to be. Silly little hands, a pair of titanic-sized tits, and the embodiment of gluttony that was her messy face. That was all good, but she could afford to become more of a cherry, right? She needed a mouth to eat, and eyes to see, and her breasts kept bringing on orgasm after orgasm after orgasm after... even just thinking about them left her out of breath. Why bother thinking at all? The Succubus was here to think for her. Everything was taken care of for her, all that was left was pleasure...

“S... s-so b-big....”

Her commentary was interrupted by a fresh pie from the Pixie, and another climax from the Succubus, whose deceptively strong arms were winning the battle against her tits. Opening her eyes, Ann looked at her mistress, only her head visible from above the curve of her torso, who met her gaze and winked, before motioning to her sides. Panther tried to turn her head, but even that had become impossible with the fattening of her neck and cheeks. The message was received, though, when Ann wiggled her fingers, feeling the perimeter of her body against them, her hands having been sucked into divots that would soon become as rounded and smooth as all the rest of her.

“Just... a little bit more...” called out the Succubus, her long tail having wrapped around her body to rub between her legs, her own pleasure finally becoming too much for her to neglect. “She's a-almost full...”

No. She wasn't. Ann knew she still had so much left to go... she could get much bigger, much rounder.

“Fuck... mm, almost full...”

No! Panther wanted to scream for more, that she wasn't even close to full, that she'd never be satisfied until every pie in the world was hers... ah, but then she'd come for the doughnuts, then the cake, then those wonderful crepes... Ann had so, so, so much more eating left to do, so much more greed and indulging left in her...

“O-one more b-bite...”

NO! Even with her mouth entirely packed with cherry and crust, and her jaws moving half the speed as her Pixie feeder's hand, she still demanded to be stuffed fuller. But all she could cry out was a pathetic moan, and she could physically feel her desperation to demand more food and more fat being forced to stay inside of her, tucked deep in the pit of her stomach... right next to the solid pit of her cherry body.

The Pixie abided, and forced one more handful of pie between Ann's plump, stretched lips.

“Mm...”

Another engorged moan from her darling, and the piercing red eyes of her mistress closed for the first time all night, her cheeks suddenly flushing the same red that her cherry prisoner had turned. One more squeeze, one more push, then another, then another, then two simultaneous cries of ecstasy, before her unfocused eyes cracked open to see those divots around Panther's hands had smoothed over into nothingness.

“ENOUGH!”

A puff of smoke, the crackling of a spell, and the rumbling noises in Mementos were quiet once more.

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“Panther? You in here?”

“Panther? Is that you?”

Strange, Ann thought... two different voices, both Joker's, rung through her ears...

She didn't know how long she'd been in Mementos. It only felt like an hour ago that she'd first eaten one of her mistress's lovely pies. Panther knew it had been longer, but that was all she knew.

Well, all she knew beside how satisfied she was, at last.

“Could've sworn this was where you said you were going today...”

“I knew this was where you said you were going today...”

She'd told Joker she was going on a scouting trip to Mementos, but there were so many twists and turns in these tunnels that it was easy to get lost, and especially easy to get lost and not be able to tell her leader where she got off to. How many levels had she gone down to reach her mistress? Three? Four? Who could say.

If her mistress was here right now, she could ask, but she wisely chose not to stick around for this.

“I hope you didn't get lost, otherwise I'd... hm, what's this?”

“I hope you didn't eat too much pie, otherwise I'd punish you for it.”

Yes... that sounded better... that second version of Joker really spoke her language.

Still, she kept quiet. Her mistress had told her to. The Succubus had heard from a retreating Pixie that Joker of the Phantom Thieves was on a mission to Mementos, no doubt to find his lovely missing Panther. That was him now, having just descended the escalator, the one she'd been stuck in not long ago.

Ann and her mistress both knew he'd find her. The catch was that he might not even realize it.

“A giant ball? Never seen this in Mementos...”

“A giant ball... so this is what you've always wanted to be...”

A giant ball. A giant cherry. A giant sphere. All music to Panther's ears.

She tried hard to suppress a moan, and succeeded enough. Part of her wanted to call out, wanted to tell Joker she was okay, that she was happy here. She cared deeply for him. But she also knew him better than anyone, and he'd never believe her if she told him she wanted to stay. Joker would fight until he had nothing left, all for her. He'd find a way to get her back to reality. He always found a way.

Panther just didn't want that anymore.

“What are those things...”

“What are those things doing without my hands on them...”

Another soft moan, this one suppressed more sloppily, as Joker pressed his hand against one of Ann's breasts. The fullness of her body only allowed his palm to sink in about an inch, leaving a faint, temporary imprint when he pulled it away.

He hummed again. He didn't know. He wasn't putting it together.

Bless his heart – it wasn't easy to put two and two together and figure out that the giant ball was a body, and 'those things' were its new curves.

Especially when he couldn't see her face. Ann knew that in her swelling, she'd grown upwards as well, as she consumed her feet well before the Succubus fed her her last pie. Her final mouthfuls pushed her further off of the ground, her best estimate being she was about eight feet tall. With that, the diameter of her curvature, and the fact that her chubby little head was sitting in a slight divot, left her face invisible to anyone not looking from above.

The urge to call out to him grew stronger, but her loyalty to her mistress proved superior.

“And... that smell... it's cherry, I think? Is that what this is?”

“And... that smell... it's sex. is that what you've been doing with your mistress?”

A cherry doesn't kiss and tell, Joker.

“Just a gigantic cherry, huh...”

“Just a gigantic cherry, huh...”

That she was. Panther was immensely proud of Joker for figuring out all he could've been expected to figure out. He was looking at a cherry. He wasn't wrong in the slightest.

That's all there was to it.

He hummed to himself again, deep in thought, and Ann heard his slow footsteps lead him further into the tunnels of Mementos, valiantly in search of his partner, until the steps became quiet, quiet, quiet, then... nothing.

A snap, and a puff of smoke.

Her mistress appeared in front of her with a bright, beaming smile on her face.

“Oh, darling, I'm so proud of you!”

Ann giggled at the praise. She could lie and say it was difficult, but with the promise of a reward, it'd been very much not.

“He'll be coming back up eventually, but I've got Pixies lining the place. They'll let me know when he's close. For now...”

A whistle, another puff of smoke, and two Pixies holding pies appeared, laying beside Ann's head, obedient and ready to serve.

“For very good behaviour, cherries get two pies.”

With the grace of a ballerina, the Succubus waved her arm and cracked a familiar spell at her darling Panther, that loud, low rumbling filling the halls once again, a drop of drool escaping the side of her darling's mouth.

“Mm... I'm... soooo hungry...”

“Of course you are. Girls?”

The Pixies nodded, and the Succubus floated down to her prized position, her hands on Panther's tits. Another squeeze, another push, and she sighed dreamily at the sound of Ann's desperate, climactic moaning through a mouthful of freshly-baked pie.

“I'll have what she's having...”