Mementos Morphosis (Patreon)

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Persona 5 Girls going through Various Expansions, Anthro Transformations, and Sexual Content

A mission in Mementos takes a strange turn as the women of the Phantom Thieves walk into a palace created by society's lustful desires. The longer they dwell in the strange space, the more their bodies distort in order to fulfill a growing need to satisfy their carnal desires.

This story is for an anonymous commissioner. 

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UPDATE:  A cool artist made a cool picture based on this story: https://twitter.com/udp37/status/1485284064512860169

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   “This looks to be the place,” Futaba commented, her scarlet tinted goggles adjusting themselves to give the red-haired computer whizz a good look at the strange gate in front of her. The black body suit lined with green lights was a tight fit for her, but it was the perfect outfit for her task of rapidly typing away at her keyboards. Below Necronomicon, the saucer-like persona that she used as her control center, the other girls of the Phantom Thieves looked up and down the entrance to the mysterious palace.

   Waving about her twin pigtails of platinum blonde hair, Ann Tamaki adjusted the cat-like mask on her face. Her pink gloves tapped against the whip at her side, ready to use it at a moment’s notice. Stomping her high-heeled boots against the ground, she turned around in her form fitting, red leather cat outfit to judge the expression on her fellow team member’s faces.

   Makoto kept a finger on her chin, her short brown hair getting brushed away from her metal eye mask when she needed to take a closer look at the door. Her piercing red eyes glanced back and forth, looking for any signs of danger that would require the use of her brass knuckles. Pulling back and ensuring her spiked, leather armor was in proper condition, she waited for Futaba to finish analyzing the door.

   Haru brought up the rear of the group, titling up her brimmed hat and adjusting her black eye mask to keep herself vigilant for any wandering shadows. The axe in her purple-gloved hands was more than enough to ward off any attacks without so much as leaving a smudge on her pink blouse or black corset. However, there was little the young woman with curly brown hair could do to prepare herself for whatever lied ahead

   “Aaaaaaaanddd…. done!” Futaba announced to the group. With a press of a button, the hacker flung open the doors to reveal a long corridor leading to a network of red and black hallways that were reminiscent of old-fashioned vector graphics. Peeking inside, the women saw a collection of cubes floating about, each one covered in a swirl of different colors. If it weren’t for the circumstances, they would hazard to call the place beautiful.

   “This is supposed to be the collection of Shibuya’s perverted thoughts?” Ann asked, the group staying close as they stepped inside.

   “Not just Shibuya,” Futaba commented. “What we’re looking at is the mass congregation of all of the world’s lustful desires.”

   “All the more reason we have to be careful,” Makoto commented. “The boys already have their hands full with dealing with that reaper shadow, so it’s up to us to go in and shut this place down before it does any harm to the real world.”

   “It doesn’t appear all that dangerous,” Haru spoke up, watching one of the cubes float over their heads. “If these are supposed to be perverted thoughts, they don’t resemble anything I can recognize as attractive.”

   “Thoughts can be pretty abstract,” Futaba answered. “Without giving them physical form, there’s no way of knowing what each one is supposed to represent.”

   “That’s a relief,” Ann said, turning her back on a cube that bared a similar red and pink color scheme to her. “If that means we can get through this place without running into any perverted weirdos, that’s fine with me.”

   No sooner did the words leave Ann’s mouth did the cube she so thoughtlessly ignored slam into her back. Her posture waivered as her feet stumbled across the ground. She reached out to clutch her head to try and keep herself calm even as her fellow teammates came rushing over to her. However, her fears only grew once she felt something pierce through her gloves and poke at her scalp.

   Pulling her hand away, Ann stared with wide eyes at the claws sticking out of the fingers of her gloves. Daring to pull the fabric away revealed that her elongated nails brought with them a thin layer of red fur that was quickly descending down the back of her hand. She began to pant, a side effect of more hairs sprouting up all along her body. Unable to take the heat much longer, her claws began to tear at her suit. Raking her paws across the leather opened up a gap for a lanky, red tail to take the place of her faux leather one. The act helped to relieve her at the drastic cost of revealing more and more of her bare skin to her teammates.

   Just as a pair of pointed, feline ears atop her head replaced her normal ones, she brought her claws towards her fuzzy chest for some much needed relief. No sooner did her paws touch her bosom did they get pushed back by her boobs as they surged with added heft. Breaking free from the leather constraints, her head-sized breasts were free to sway about for all to see. The red hairs lining her face did an admirable job of hiding her expression of embarrassment, but her face only grew redder upon hearing the back of her pants begin to tear.

   Looking over her shoulder, Ann struggled to push aside her lengthened hair to figure out what was going on. Her humiliation grew tenfold at the sight of her tail getting pushed aside by her developing bubble butt. The swelling ass cheeks stopped at a size comparable to her tits, each globe looking like an overinflated beachball. Still trying to comprehend what was going on, she reached out to have her paws press up against her expanded derriere.

   Ann pulled back her hand as she felt the sizable backside droop under its own weight. A similar sagging phenomenon began to affect her bosom, leaving her tits to rest against a small, chubby belly that had taken residence around her mid-section. If her unsupported assets weren’t enough of a clue for what was happening, the sight of her blonde ponytails taking on streaks of grey certainly did the trick.

   “What’s happening to me?” Ann asked, a more mature voice leaving her lips.

   “If I had to hazard a guess,” Futaba began, “you’re taking on the physical embodiment of someone’s fetishes.”

   “Wait, so she’s becoming a literal cougar?” Haru asked.

   “It appears so,” Makoto replied, narrowing her eyes as her furred, hourglass figure companion. “Although, I can’t say I see the appeal.”

   “Well neither do I!” Ann shouted, bristling the whiskers along her face. “There has to be a way to change me back, right?”

   “I’ll see what I can dig up,” Futaba replied, using one of her Persona’s tentacles to wrangle up one of the floating cubes. “It might take some time though.”

   “Hurry up! I don’t know how much longer I can stand to be a middle aged woman with saggy breasts, a dumpy rear, and all of this…soft…nice feeling…fur… “

   Ann trailed off, as if something had slinked inside the back of the head. For a moment she didn’t move, her eyes blankly staring down at her sizable cleavage. Before the others could get a chance to come to her aide, she reached her hands towards her shapely curves and began to grope herself. Leaving one paw to knead her ass fat, the other hand flung back her mask to leave nothing obscuring her feline facial features. Looking away from the view of her paws playing with her meaty assets, she turned towards her teammates to show off a playful smirk on her face.

   “There’s no need to rush things, darling,” Ann said to Futaba, her claws tapping against her engorged mammaries. “In fact, let’s say we give this finely aged body a test run. Perhaps with someone who knows how to treat a mature lady like myself right. Maybe even you?” she asked towards Makoto, showing little hesitation as she ran her tongue across her lips.

   “Are you…feeling alright?” Makoto asked, taking a step back.

   “Just fine, but I’d be much better if I could get my paws on you,” Ann continued, purring as he she looked over her teammates’ bodies. “Don’t be shy. Haru and Futaba can join in too if they like. After all, we’re all adults here. I just have a little more seniority is all.”

   “B-but we’re only 18,” Haru pointed out.

   Ann let out a laugh as she began to saunter towards Haru. “Age is just a number, dear,” she said, sliding her hand across Haru’s cheek. “There’s nothing wrong with giving this needy pussy cat a little-“

   “Okay, that’s enough,” Makoto said as she yanked on Ann’s tail.

   The lustful look in Ann’s eyes faded away to be replaced with an expression of shock and awe. “Sorry,” she said as she rubbed her forehead “I don’t know what came over me.”

   “It appears the cubes can do more than just change a person’s appearance,” Futaba explained, her eyes rapidly skimming the outpour of data from her captured cube. “As evidenced by Ann’s, er, promiscuity, it also has the ability to alter someone’s mind.”

   “This place is a lot more dangerous than we thought,” Makoto said, releasing Ann from her grasp. “Come on. If there’s a way to reverse the effects, it might be deeper in.”

   “Lead the way darling, er, I mean Makoto,” Ann said, trying to keep her rising desires at bay as the group resumed their trek.

   More aware of the dangers ahead than ever, the girls kept their eyes open and made sure to avoid any unnecessary run ins with the cubes. While the others were keen to avoid the transformative squares, Ann was busy trying to keep her sagging curves in place. What started as a means to hide her bare breasts gradually turned into an exploration of every facet of her new body.

   From up above, Futaba kept switching back and forth between looking at her screens and checking in on her teammates. Each second spent staring at the data provided more information about the cube’s strange properties. This information would have had more of an impact had her eyes not been constantly glancing away to stare at Ann’s curves jiggle about with each step. She wanted to tell herself that it was just out of morbid curiosity, but a sensation tingling in the back of her head forced her to accept that it was something more.

   Lost in trying to decipher both the data and her own burgeoning feelings, Futaba barely noticed the sight of a cube beginning to rapidly drift towards Makoto. The cube was a splash of navy blue splotched by random spots of dark brown. Too busy trying to stop Ann from groping herself, Makoto seemed blissfully unaware of the approaching cube. Futaba opened her mouth to warn her, but something stopped her from speaking up. Keeping quiet, she watched with a strange fascination as the cube shifted through Makoto’s back.

   “Ann this is serious!” Makoto shouted, trying to keep the cougar woman from pouncing on a clearly uncomfortable Haru. “You have to maintain a level head or else you might UURRP!” Reeling back from the errant gas cloud, Makoto’s strict demeanor faltered under the shade of red spread across her face.

   “Where did that come from?” Haru asked.

   “I don’t know, I just BWOOOORRRP!”

   Makoto flung her hand to her face in an attempt to prevent any further burps. Her efforts were halted by a strange sensation of something rubbing against her cheeks. Looking down at her shaking hands, she was shocked to see her finger begin to harden and morph to mimic that of a set of hooves.

   Makoto’s figure was further distorted as a thin layer of dark blue fur covered her skin. The group got a much better look at the coarse hairs as a surge of added weight burst a spherical, potbelly out of her clothing. As her gut continued to swell, it provided ample support for her heaving mammaries as they escaped the confines of her top. Shuffling about on her thickened thighs to try and make sense of her transformation aided her cloven hooves in breaking apart her boots to show off all of their glory. A squeal forced itself out of her mouth as her backside began to split apart her pants. Grasping what she could of the fabric with her hoof-like hands kept a decent amount of fabric to cover her crotch at the cost of leaving her fat ass on full display.

   Swiveling her multiple chins around and flinging off her mask in the process, the fat around Makoto’s face and her newly acquired pig snout kept her from noticing Ann sneaking up behind her to tug on her curly tail. The sudden shock of the pull was enough to force another burp out of Makoto’s lips. The gnarly belch seemed to call out for a pair of tusks that jutted their way out of her mouth. As the rancid aroma surrounded her head, it acted like a growth serum for her hair to stretch it down her back like an oversized mohawk.

   “What’s OINK going on?” Makoto asked, looking over her obese form.

   “I’m sorry,” Futaba was quick to reply. “It looks like one of the cubes got a cheap shot on you.”

   “This isn’t SNORT good,” Makoto said, continuing to stare in awe at her hundreds of pounds of fat.

   Makoto’s quivering form momentarily stopped as Ann embraced her. “I don’t know what all the trouble is, darling,” she said, running her face along Makoto’s gut. “I think you’re quite becoming. Especially with those big, beefy arms of yours.”

   On first instinct, Makoto wanted to push her teammate away and try to get her to act like her old self. However, the feline woman’s offhand comment was enough to get Makoto to pause and glance over at her arms. What she saw was her biceps bulging with added muscle that helped to push through her wealth of blubber. Lifting up her arms to better admire their bulk had the side effect of releasing a powerful musk from her armpits. With her arms aloft and the smell of her rancid body odor close at hand, her expression gradually turned to one of strange pride.

   “Makoto, is everything alright?” Haru asked.

   “Just find SNORT babe,” Makoto replied, a sly smile on her face. Stomping towards her teammate, she effortlessly pushed her towards the wall and pinned her against it with her belly. “What do you say the two of us take a break and relieve some OINK stress? I’m sure you’d love to get a taste of my sweaty, wet-“

   Makoto was stopped by a flick of Haru’s fingers against her forehead. While the damage was minimal, it was enough to get Makoto to regain her composure and remember where she was.

   “I’m sorry,” Makoto said, shuffling herself away from the others. “We need to OINK move now before it gets any worse. You two go on ahead. I’ll stay in the back, so I don’t SNORT stink you out.”

   “But I want to adore your wonderful musk some more,” Ann whined, her heightened mood dampened by another one of Haru’s finger flicks.

   “Futaba, do you have any idea where the center of the palace is?” Haru asked, hurrying ahead to avoid her morphed teammates’ clutches.

   “Not too far,” Futaba answered, not even glancing at Haru as she watched Makoto secretly take a whiff of her fragrant pits. “Just keep moving.”

   Haru’s discomfort was quite visible as she continued to trek further into the dungeon. If trying to avoid the cubes wasn’t bad enough, she had to constantly look over her shoulder to check on her degrading teammates. Ann had given up all pretenses of modesty in favor of sauntering with a shake of her hips to jostle about her assets. Makoto at least had a semblance of dignity left, only hazarding to flex her muscles or snort up a whiff of her musk when she thought Haru couldn’t see her. Thankfully for Haru, the adrenaline surging through her veins kept her vigilant of the cubes that threatened to do similarly perverted things to her body.

   A cube that narrowly missed Haru’s arm was swiftly scooped up by one of Necronomicon’s tentacles. Pulling the device into her control center, Futaba was careful not to touch it as she looked over the corruptive object. Plugging the cube directly into her console showed off a series of commands that only took a few moments for Futaba to understand. With a mischievous grin on her face, her fingers got to work tapping away to modify the code.

   “Is everything okay up there, Futaba?” Haru asked, yearning to hear something other than Makoto’s burps and Ann’s flirtations.

   “Yeah, yeah, just keep going,” Futaba answered, her attention laser focused on the cube of white and creamy brown sitting in front of her. “I think we’re getting close to the center. Could you take a look around that corner for me?”

   Haru nodded and peeked ahead. Futaba’s sensors were more than capable of mapping out the area, but the act was the perfect way to put her teammate in the right position. Typing away at her controls with unmatched precision, she guided a tentacle laden with the modified cube towards Haru. For all of their comradery, Makoto and Ann were too preoccupied with fulfilling their animalistic urges to warn of the impending incident. In the blink of an eye, the cube was pushed into Haru’s back to begin the transformation process.

   Weakness plaguing Haru’s body forced her to slump against the wall for support. Feeling shivers ripple through her body forced her to notice every pound of added fat that was layered around her svelte form. Feeling her clothes stretch to accommodate her added weight, Haru’s mind went wild with numerous images of what she would become. Definitively chubby mere seconds into her transformation, her hands shot out in an attempt stop her engorging tits from breaking free of her top.

   Using the coverage of her pudgy hands to keep her bosom at bay let her feel them swell to the size of ripened melons. Whatever solace she took in her moment of victory was shattered by the sight of four bumps rapidly growing along her torso. Ripping through her clothes as if they were nothing, the four breasts surged in size to match the girth of her upper bosom.

   The extra sets of breasts became a secondary concern as she watched a lump begin to form between her groin and belly. Her mind raced to conjure up indecent images in her head, but those ideas were snuffed out as the protrusion burst out of her clothes to reveal its spherical, pink mass. Growing well past the size of her many tits, the lump gained four, plump, long teats. Going through another series of shivers brought forth white droplets from her udder. It finally sunk in what was happening to her once she felt trickles of liquid slide down her chest to completely soak what remained of her clothing.

   The realization of her imminent, bovine makeover came with the sensation of a pair of nubby horns emerging from her scalp to better match her set of flat, cattle-like ears. Her face extended into a muzzle to get rid of her pesky mask and to go along with the coating of white fur that spread across her pudgy skin. The fur took on a myriad of creamy brown splotches around the same time as her fingers morphed to mimic Makoto’s hoof-like hands. Ample cushioning around her thighs kept her drooping udder comfortable even as her legs wobbled about on her cloven hooves. A moo came rolling out of her mouth as the final part of her changes slid between her plump butt cheeks: a lanky tail ending in a poof of brown fur reminiscent of her hair.

   “T-this can’t be happening,” Haru said, pointlessly trying to hold back the downpour of milk with her fingers. “There has to be a way to reverse this, or at least stop myself from leaking everywhere. Makoto you must-MOOOOOO!”

   Coming down from her sudden, bovine call, Haru tilted her head down to see that the boar woman had taken the initiative and grabbed onto her hips. “Hey there, sugar tits,” Makoto said, tilting up to show a glint in her eyes. “Mind if I get a UUURRP taste?”

   “I don’t know if that’s a good-“

   Makoto clamped her lips around one of Haru’s teats and took a long drag of milk. A spark of pleasure was sent through Haru’s body with each drop that poured down Makoto’s throat. Moos and moans escaped Haru’s mouth unabated, gradually eating away at her ability to resist the cube’s influence.

   Haru’s eyes drifted away from the feeding sow to focus on the teats left unattended. Grasping her topmost breast between her fingers, she lifted up the engorged mammaries. Egged on by a powerful urge, she wrapped her lips around her own nipple to get a sample of her milk. In return she was greeted by an unparalleled sweetness and creaminess that washed away the worries of her harrowing situation.

   Upon noticing Ann standing nearby, rubbing herself at the display, Haru released the teat from her mouth with a loud pop. “You look absolutely famished you poor thing,” Haru said, her voice taking on the tone of a doting mother. “I have so much delicious milk and I would hate to have it go to waste.”

   From the safety of her persona, Futaba watched as Haru waved over for Ann to join them. It didn’t take much to get the cougar woman to agree to the arrangement, her heightened libido only worsened as she was presented the bovine woman’s plethora of engorged breasts. Allowing Ann to nestle in as she drank, Haru stuffed her topmost breasts back into her mouth to join in. Gently running her fingers through her partners’ hair, Haru found herself content in her new role as a dairy cow. Getting a front row seat to the depravity of the liquid feast should have been enough for Futaba. However, there was still something lingering in her mind that promised to fulfill her rising desires and her own curiosity.

   Extracting another cube from the dungeon, Futaba got to work re-shaping it to fit her specific needs. While the rest of her team was busy sucking up every drop from Haru’s teats, she let her mind run wild with modifications. As her computer put on the finishing touches, she scrambled to slip out of her clothes in preparation for what was to come. When all was said and done, she stared into the cube of grey and orange as if it were a present on Christmas morning. Feeling her entire body shake from the mere thought of what was about to happen, she reached out and let the cube dissolve into her hand. Upon feeling the effects begin to take hold of herself, Futaba commanded Necronomicon to open up to allow her to leap down to the ground.

   Futaba’s landing produced a loud thud to go alongside the mass of bulk being rapidly sculpted onto her body. The once diminutive hacker grew out in both height and width on her path to outsizing the rest of her teammates. Standing at an impressive eight feet in height, she stumbled a bit to keep herself upright as her breasts and butt were packed on with fat. Her balance was stabilized as her flat stomach bulged out into a medicine ball-like globe. The fat of her various curves was offset by muscles taking form around her arms and legs to give her the necessary strength to move her massive form around. Adjusting her glasses to look over her Amazonian body, Futaba grinned as she saw the next step of her transformation take hold around her barrel-like gut.

   From the depths of her belly button sprung a hue of deep grey that rapidly covered every inch of her skin. To contrast her tough hide, patches of bright red hair sprouted along her stomach, beneath her pits, around her groin, and capped off with a poof on the end of her lanky tail. Stomping around on her flattened feet sent ripples through her bulk and wiggled about the wide-elephant ears on her head. Flexing her plump, white ivory fingers to get a feel for them, she brought them to her face to slide down the long trunk that had taken the place of her nose. While the lanky appendage was impressive, its presence was downplayed by the final step of her metamorphosis.

   Right on cue, she felt something begin to creep its way along the underside of her belly. Lifting up her gut, she let out a low moan as her fingers grazed against the girthy shaft extending outwards from her groin. Her sizable manhood could barely be seen past her belly, a feat made only possible by its ten inches of length. Swaying her hips about to swing around her cock and feel her testicles slap against her womanhood helped it sink in that this was hers. All that was left to do was put it to good use.

   Stomping her way towards her teammates, she let out a loud trumpet to get their attention. The horny animal women all stared in silence at her body, their eyes switching between her rigid member and the rest of her intimidating build. Smiling at the way they gazed at her, Futaba motioned for them to follow her past a set of double doors leading towards the center of the palace.

   The innermost chamber brimmed with a sense of perversion unique from the rest of the palace. Dim lighting and a plethora of differently sized cushions made the purpose of the room quite clear. Anticipation rising with each new position that popped into her head, Futaba looked over her shoulder and asked, “Who wants to go first?”

   “That would be me darling,” Ann answered, sliding her hand along Futaba’s belly as she sauntered over to a love seat. Leaning forward to rest her torso on the cushions, she reached back to have her claws tear away the lower part of her outfit. With nothing left in the way of her bubble butt, she swayed about her tail in an attempt to entice the elephant woman to take care of her needs.

   With a huff, Futaba came charging towards Ann. Ramming her cock between the cat woman’s butt cheeks, she slid it around until if found her dripping womanhood. Shoving it in with a powerful thrust treated the elephant woman’s ears to the sound of a moan parting Ann’s lips. Gyrating her hips back and forth, Futaba found herself entranced by the pleasure of her partner’s pussy as she drove her cock in as deep as it would go. Each successful thrust was met with another cry of euphoria mixed with a distinct, purring noise. Finally bringing Ann to climax, Futaba used the shivers of her partner’s orgasm as the last push needed to experience her first ejaculation.

   Pulling away from the slumped over mass of lust and fur, Futaba watched as her semen dripped onto the floor. While she may have been in a perverted mindset, she breathed easy knowing that her corrupted mind at least had the foresight to make herself sterile for the occasion. With Ann taken care of for the time being, Futaba turned her attention towards Haru.

   “You want next?” Futaba asked, looming over the excited cow girl.

   “I would MOOOOO love to, but you look so tired,” Haru said, sliding her hand across Futaba’s chest. “A strong thing like yourself must be thirsty. Would you like a drink before we go on?”

   Futaba scratched her chin for a moment. Bearing a grin, she picked up Haru by her arms to bring them face to face. “I think I have a better idea.”

   Carrying Haru over to a corner, Futaba made use of the bovine woman’s plush body and pressed her up against the wall. Putting her muscles to work, Futaba began to maneuver Haru like an oversized onahole until her cock slid into her pussy. Getting into a steady rhythm of thrusting, Futaba allowed her trunk to wander across Haru’s various teats to sample mouthfuls of milk. As the pair grew more accustomed to the position, Futaba leaned forward to have her mouth take generous helpings of the sweet liquid from Haru’s breasts and udder. As Futaba filled her desire for nourishment and lust, she could feel Haru getting close to her limit. Shoving as hard as she could, Futaba heard Haru’s erotic mooing accompany another surge of her cum.

   Gently placing the euphoric cow woman back on the ground, Futaba shuffled around in search of Makoto. She didn’t have to look long as the pig woman came charging straight at her to send her plummeting to the ground. While there was quite the size difference between the two of them, the surprise attack had been the tactic needed for the boar woman to claim the top position. Without a hint of gentleness, Makoto ripped apart the remains of her outfit and slammed Futaba’s dick right up her womanhood.

   “You’ve had your SNORT fun,” Makoto said, releasing her stench of musk and gas as she continued to ride Futaba’s cock, “but only the strongest gets to be in charge BWOOORRP here.”

   Futaba smirked. “My thoughts exactly.”

   Grabbing onto Makoto’s pudgy wrists, Futaba easily pushed her back and pinned her to the ground. Holding onto the pig woman’s legs, Futaba plunged her manhood as hard as she could into Makoto’s pussy. Makoto’s words of confidence were replaced with squeals of pleasure as Futaba continuously pressed her entire body down on her. In the process of showing her dominance, Futaba felt herself giving into the unrestrained nature of her new form. As the pair of them grew closer and closer to their release, Futaba lost control of her demeanor and added her own cacophony of cries to their session. With one final push, the two women found their release.

   Slumping down against Makoto, Futaba took her sweet time getting back to her feet. Revitalizing herself with a deep whiff of her partner’s body odor, Futaba lifted her head up to see Haru and Ann waiting nearby. Showing off another playful smirk, she gestured them over to continue using their bodies to the fullest.

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   “For real!?” Ryuji asked, his expression shared amongst the other members of the Phantom Thieves sitting around Joker’s room.

   “Yeah, the palace just disappeared,” Ann replied, rubbing her back to rid herself of a strange stiffness. “Not that we know how it happened. Somewhere down the line I blacked out and can’t remember a thing.”

   “Same goes for me,” Makoto replied. “My mind is a complete blank after we opened up the doors.” Lifting up her arm, she immediately turned her head away after getting a lingering whiff of the pungent boy odor that had been plaguing her since she awoke in Mementos.

   “The same goes for me,” Haru added, quietly sipping away at her bottle of milk only to find her tongue desperate to taste anything else.

   “It is quite concerning,” Yusuke pondered. “Futaba, were you able to procure any video evidence of what happened?”

   “No, not at all,” Futaba replied, looking up from her laptop as she continued to lounge on Joker’s bed. “I woke up naked inside of Mementos just like the others. Whatever that place was for, it’s gone now.”

   “We’ll just have to call it a mission complete for now I guess,” Morgana said, the others nodding in agreement.

   As the rest of the Phantom Thieves discussed amongst themselves their next series of missions, Futaba clicked open a file on her computer. She tried to hide her excitement as she played back the scenes of debauchery her persona had captured. Staring longingly at her transformed self, she began to ponder when she would get to experience it again. In the corner of the screen, she eyed the program tracking the strange palace as it warped across Mementos. When the time was right, she would tell the others that the palace had sprung up again and that they would need to take care of it. Thinking over what forms would best suit the male members of her team, Futaba tried to hide her smile as she once more took in the sight of the elephant woman that had given her so much pleasure.