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Persona 5: Dumb Luck (P5 Bimbo fic) Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2020-03-11 09:49:54 +0000 UTCA little later than I'dve liked, perhaps, but at last here it is, Chapter 2 of one of my more popular stories! ... Honestly, I originally thought this was going to have three parts, but now I'm starting to think it's going to be a bit longer than that...
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(Contains bimbofication)
Futaba was worried. Like, actually, properly worried. This wasn’t like the plan – which was, by itself, not that big a deal. Phantom Thief plans had never had a 100% perfect success rating. More often than not something went wrong immediately and everything else was improvisation until they came out on top. A tried and true strategy!
But this time was different. This time, things had really, seriously gotten out of control, and it had happened at the worst possible time. Not only was it getting in the way of the attempt to redeem Makoto’s older sister, but it was throwing enormous wrenches into their attempt to deal with the spy in their organisation and counter his ongoing efforts to betray and murder them.
Worst of all, whatever was happening was interfering with her communications network. Static filled every channel, completely scuttling her normal efforts to scan and plan the group’s heists. Right now she was completely useless, just stuck in her big old dumb UFO while around her everything went crazy.
The group had split up. Joker had run off to create the ‘diversion’ – though really, he was offering himself up as bait – while Makoto had grabbed her sister’s panicking shadow and pulled her deeper into the vault, yelling that she would catch up once she’d calmed her down. And then, of course, Skull had run off, with Panther and Morgana chasing after him, while Crow, Noir, and Fox had stuck together and headed right for the exit, possibly taking on the greatest risk of all…
It was all a mess – one they couldn’t afford. The young hacker cursed in language that would have gotten both her guardian and Joker mad at her. Didn’t these idiots know not to split the party? She was going to have to think up a fitting punishment for them all worrying her like this once they got out of here.
Fortunately that wouldn’t be too difficult for her. Her persona could fly, after all, even if it was only strong enough to carry one gangly teenage hacker. But the others? Well, they were going to need her help. Seriously, these guys were just plain lost without her, you know? They didn’t stand a chance without the great and mighty Medjed looking out for them.
Which meant that she needed to restore her communications lines ASAP. “Come on, come on…” she muttered, fingers flying over at least three separate keyboards, her eyes flicking from one screen to the next. “What’s even happening here? This is… is… argh! Work, stupid!” She slammed the side of her control room – the inside of her own persona – and growled as it failed to produce any results. “Why can’t you-“
There was a crackle of static, and suddenly one of the comm lines burst into life, the familiar voice of the team’s leader – albeit one rendered in higher pitch thanks to his current amazing gender problem - crackling through bubbles of white noise. “-the main palace. The Casino is gone, what’s-“
“Joker!” Futaba shot forward, hands blurring as she tried to strengthen the signal. “I don’t know! Something really weird is happening.” She looked up. The speakers only crackled with static once again. “Joker? Can you hear me?”
She thought she could hear his -her? - voice somewhere, under the buzz of electronic gibberish, but if he was talking she couldn’t make out a word. She winced… And then blinked as her screens began to flash with alerts. “Hold on… There’s a strange signal coming in…” The hacker frowned. Could this be the source of her problems? “Give me a second, I’m going to try to isolate it…”
Hacking in the metaverse was a weird, but fun, experience. It was half standard stuff, and half the kind of nonsense you saw in movies – rapid fire typing, meaningless progress bars, slamming disks into ports; things like that. You know, the things people thought hacking was about, instead of the real deal. Fun! And it also meant she could do all sorts of stuff with her computers that she wouldn’t dream of trying in the real world – like, for instance, finding out where this stupid signal was coming from and frying it to high heaven! Muahahaha, fear the Futaba!
So that was her aim as she began to investigate, setting her craft to hover over the strangely shifting casino. The view was unsettling. The casino was a pretty big palace, spanning not just the twisted mental reality of the court house, but also the police station and a few other places right next to it – the product, the thieves had theorized (or Makoto had hoped), of a mind mostly free of distortion. Sae Niijima was a flawed person, but she wasn’t a sexually abusive egotist or a megalomaniacal CEO; she still saw people as people, not NPCs or whatever, and her reality wasn’t totally separated from the real world yet. She was on a bad path, but she hadn’t crossed the line into becoming a true monster.
Which made it all the worse to see that starting to change. As Futaba watched, the palace grounds were twisting, and starting to shrink. A wave of pink was spreading through the streets and buildings, covering them, converting them into small, gaudy shops and salons covered in glitz and glitter, if it wasn’t just erasing them entirely. Entire districts were flickering between two versions of meta-reality, the pink and the norm. And the normal casino was trying to fight back, clearly - but it was being overwhelmed…
From her position up here, it was like watching a sandcastle slowly getting washed away by the tide.
That single glance told her all she needed to know about the seriousness of the situation. A huge change in palace architecture like this couldn’t just happen – something had happened to the palace owner. Could her mother’s research have talked about this kind of event?
Well, that wasn’t important right now. Sae Niijima was not only vital to their plan tonight – she was Makoto’s sister! They absolutely couldn’t allow anything to harm her – let alone whatever… this was. Futaba frowned as she saw the wave starting to encroach upon the police station. If that place vanished, or got distorted in any way, their entire plan tonight would go kaput, and they’d be in real trouble – if Joker couldn’t fake his death, the conspiracy was going to slam down on them harder than ever.
Clearly she’d have to put a stop to all of this. It was up to her to save the day. Naturally. Where would this team be without her? And she’d start by putting an end to this signal – hopefully that would slow the pink wave down. Her scans certainly seemed to indicate that it was all tied together…
“Hmmm…” She bit her lip, working in silence for a moment. This wasn’t an easy job, but at least up here she was free of any distractions. Right now the only person more protected from what was going on in this weird mental battle was Makoto, given she was in the heart of the vault with her sister’s shadow. The sky was pretty clear of pink so far! And as long as that stayed the case then- “Aha!”
Got it! She smirked. “Though you could hide from me, huh? Sneaky little guy…” Her fingers flew, discarding all the extraneous, unimportant junk data and cracking straight down on the line of information that was their mysterious intruding signal. “Let’s get you open and see what you’re all about, shall we…?”
A press of a button and she had it. One of her screens lit up, displaying the image being broadcast in all its glory – a twisting, turning spiral of pink and black, made of jagged lines and with a strange, stuttering animation that caught the eye and confused the brain as it stopped and started, turning infinitely into the central abyss…
Futaba pursed her lips. “Are you – Is that a spiral? Queen, is your sister getting hypnotized? Seriously? That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard! When we get out of here I am going to smack her upside the head and then show her my old swinging pendulum collection! I bet the hypno kink community’d be- Hey!” Futaba’s hand reached out and slammed the mute button, cutting out the relaxing subliminal laden music before it had a real chance to get started. “Nice try, sucker. I’m not gunna be as easy to mez as our good prosecutor friend. But that’s your game, huh?”
Okay, now she knew what they were up against. Sae was being brainwashed while the thieves were in her head, sacrificing her in order to deal with them. Novel idea. Sick and twisted, of course, but novel. So, what was she going to do about it? Maybe if she could make some kind of counter signal, something to strengthen Sae’s mind and push out the brainwashing, they could revert all of this…
Of course, she was no hypnotist. Hell, until this very second she hadn’t thought hypnosis could actually change a person’s mind like this – though, given that the metaverse allowed her and her friends to literally steal the greed out of people’s hearts, maybe that had been a little naïve of her. Whatever, the point remained – she had no idea what the hell they were doing or why it was working. Just that it was. Which meant if she wanted to reverse all this – debrainwash Sae by brainwashing her the other way – she would either have to learn years of concentrated research by herself in a few seconds…
… Or steal the work of those who already had.
“Heh.” She slid her goggles on and gave the spiral another glance, making sure not to look too deeply or for too long. “Alright buddy – let’s see what makes you tick…”
Pulling a program apart and figuring it out just enough to be able to write it backwards was a big ask, but Futaba was a pretty big deal, you know? Hey, the one and only original Medjed, sitting right here! She could do it – she’d just need to overclock herself a little. She adjusted her goggles a moment, setting the filters to block out hypnotic and subliminal influences, just to be safe, and then… Well, then she went all in. Swiping her hands over keyboards to her left and right, activating screen after screen, all channeling the signal, and displaying the pink spiral in its full glory.
Admittedly, she paused here, just a- just a touch nervous, you know? This was her first time dealing with something like this. What if her filter didn’t work. Would it affect her? Would she be able to block it out in time? She was playing a really risky game here…!
But no. She wasn’t going to be intimidated. She couldn’t let the risk stop her, not when her friends were counting on her. She could do this! … Probably! Nervously, she cracked one eye open, just a little, and peered around.
… Nothing.
Haha! Success! Excellent! Okay, she could work like this. Time to get cracking, yo. An eager smile on her face, Futaba leaned forward and started to analyse, her multitudes of computers breaking the signal program apart and exposing their gooey, gooey insides for her to feast upon. Code, glorious code, streamed before her eyes, showing her everything that the signal was hiding under it’s spinny pink bonnet.
And wow, was it ever a lot. No wonder the pink wave was advancing so quickly! There was so much information in here – and what nasty information it was, too. Endless, countless slams telling Sae she was dumb, an idiot, a moron, too stupid to think, too brainless to try, that she was a slut, a whore, a bimbo, a walking set of holes for use… Geeze, it was almost as bad as some of the degradation and humiliation porn she’d seen out there. If this stuff was being streamed unfiltered straight into Sae’s subconscious then no wonder everything was turning pink and sparkly – she wasn’t just being hypnotized, she was being bimbotised! Ugh... she felt a flare of indignation in her soul as she read, just for a fellow woman being subjected to something like this. Good thing she was here to fix it.
So… Yeah, okay. Her own program was starting to take shape now. She wasn’t entirely sure what all these bits did, but she didn’t need to get this 100% correct immediately. If she could just counter what the original signal was doing, then that would buy them enough time to sort things out properly. So, you know, filling her brain with the idea that she was a smart, independent woman, and not a bimbo in any way – each insult countered by an affirmation. Which… okay, might have a few effects on Sae’s consciousness in other ways, but it would help with the current problem.
“Okay, here we go…” Futaba muttered to herself, keying in the last few lines. It was a hack job, done in a rush, just like all the worst kind of codes were, but… It was functional. It would run, and with any luck it would do what she needed it to do. So, it was time to try it out. “Let’s fire this baby up.”
She took a breath, and then activated the program. The signal went out – Green and black, of course, because she had style – and began to fill the area. She wasn’t sure this kind of thing could actually affect a real person – not like stealing their treasure or murdering their shadow could, at least – but it should counteract the work that was already being done.
<You are smart!> pulsed through the metaverse world.
<You can think!> echoed through the streets.
<Wake up!> sounded from the rooftops.
Futaba held her breath and watched. This was the moment of truth. If it worked, she’d be able to tell quickly – if it didn’t, then…
Wait, there! That street – the pink was starting to recede! And there, that building that had been converted into some kind of glass walled gym with… worryingly exaggerated body type women bouncing in front of the windows had turned back into a thrift store! It was working!
“Yes!” The supreme hacker spun in her chair, arms raised. “Who’s the best? I’m the best! Suck it, jerks, you guys have got nothing on the Phantom Thieves!”
Phew. What a rush! The battle wasn’t over – the pink haze was hanging over everything, and it wasn’t like the conversion of the metascape had been undone yet – her signal was boosting Sae’s fight back against the invasion, but the pink was still trying to attack – and there was no guarantee that whoever was behind this couldn’t step this up if they needed to. She needed to keep working – boost her counter signal into a full out anti-program to completely remove this foul influence and make it a non-threat. With any luck, they could get everything back on track after all…
But as she reached for her keyboard and began to type, a hand grabbed her wrist.
Futaba blinked. There wasn’t anyone else up here. Confused, she turned to see… An immediate inferiority complex. For you see, the hacker had not yet bloomed into the fullness of her womanhood yet – or so she liked to tell herself. But the blonde woman that she found leaning over her now? Definitely had. In fact, just by turning her chair, Futaba had all but smushed herself face first into the very full cleavage line of a thin pink catsuit that was straining to contain an incredibly bouncy and beyond ample set of breasts. “Mmph?”
A light giggle was the only response to her muffled question, so she leaned back, pulling herself out of the valley of delights and looking up into the face of a beautiful blonde woman who was somehow inside her personal craft. “Who the hell are you?! How did you-?”
The blonde smiled and stood up, a giggle still dancing in the air around her. “Silly. Don’t you recognize me? Like, I am a shadow – your true self, yeah?”
Well there was absolutely 100% completely never in a hundred years no chance that was true. Futaba had met her shadow. She was kind of grumpy. She was not a blonde bombshell with tits like beach balls and an ass that would flatten Mt. Fuji. And she definitely, definitely hadn’t been a blonde. Her shadow had had long, orange hair – like her! This woman’s wasn’t just blonde - it was light and bouncy, and long enough to stretch down to her ass. It said Bimbo louder than a cheerleading squad at maximum volume on World Bimbo Day!
Plus she’d been into this whole Egyptian chic that, honestly, Futaba had moved on from, but she’s was pretty sure she hadn’t gone from that to a weird pink catsuit stretched so tight it was practically transparent. Sure, she might have had a few curious thoughts about Ann, but not like this!
“Uh. Try again?” The hacker wasn’t stupid – this was definitely some kind of attack from the bimbo makers, she didn’t doubt it for a second. She just needed to buy time to get this weird broad out of her ship before she attacked. Not a problem, she had an ejector system set up for just this kind of eventuality…
“I’m you, duh!” The blonde chewed, and then popped a bright pink gum bubble in Futaba’s face. “Do I, like, look different?”
“… Yeeeah,” the hacker said slowly, hand creeping over the controls to the eject button. “Much more… peppy than last time, you know?”
“Oh!” The ‘shadow’s eyes widened, and Futaba couldn’t help but notice they were big and blue, as opposed to her own dark brown, so, you know, another point in the ‘Obviously bullshit’ column. “Yeah, I totally remember that!” Then she smiled and giggled. “Wow, I was, like, super all ‘raaar go be mad’ back then, huh? So dumb.”
Futaba’s heart stopped. Wait. Wait, that didn’t make sense. How could this impostor know what her shadow had said to her? The only ones there had been her and the other phantom thieves – and not the traitor, they hadn’t… There was no way anyone else could know about that. No way! But then, how could…?
“I… I remember that,” she whispered. “You told me not to let them get away with it…”
“Yeah. Lame. Being mad all the time’s, like, super boring, and it’s gunna give you wrinkles, you know? Way better to be happy and sexy, yeah?” The shadow shook and jiggled, as if to demonstrate, and then, to the hacker’s horror she made a V sign that she herself used sometimes. Actually, looking closer, she could see a few similarities – a few familiar features in this blonde bimbo’s face… Oh no…
“No, no,” Futaba shook her head, realizing something had gone terribly wrong. “You have to snap out of this. You’re supposed to be me, we’re not like that! How did this even happen to you?!”
“Huh.” The bimbo shadow pressed a finger to her cheek in a distressingly airheaded way. “I dunno! It’s new. I was just, like, watching that cool pink spiral for a bit and then I realized this was way better than being a dumb angry hacker!”
The red head paled. Watching the… Shit! Her eyes shot over to her wall of screens, still displaying the pink spiral. Her goggles were still filtering it out of her vision, but her computers, her entire UFO, the whole thing was her persona! She’d protected herself, but she’d streamed the signal full blast directly into her own shadow while trying to fix it!
“Okay, well…” Her hand slammed against the eject button repeatedly – and it did nothing. With a sinking feeling, she realized why, as she saw the computer screens around her start to turn pink, her many keyboards shifting to show a girlier, cuter font, with more than a few of her screens tuning in directly into flat out porn. “That’s nice, and hey, I’ll give that a go when we get home, but right now-“
But her desperate babbling didn’t help. Her bimbofied shadow loomed over her, a bright pink smile on her shining lips. “It’s cool~” She said, leaning in, her fat chest pressing up directly against Futata’s flat one. “It won’t take long. Soon you’ll be just as super happy as the rest of you!”
“No!” Still she struggled, but restraints had popped out of her chair as the pink spread into it, holding her arms and legs fast. The pink had overtaken the entirety of her ship now, and it was even starting to infect her suit. “I don’t want this! Stop! You’re not m-Mpphh!!!”
The shadow lunged, and caught her other self’s lips in a full-on kiss, slipping her eager tongue easily into the stunned hacker’s mouth. Futaba tried to squirm, but there was nowhere to go. She could feel the blonde’s essence pouring in through her lips – but worse, she could feel a seeping coldness starting to drip into her brain. No! She wasn’t going to let this happen! She wasn’t going to turn into their <bimbo>!
“Mmmh… Doesn’t that feel nice?” Her blonde shadow pulled back with a titter, leaving her gasping. She felt strange – her lips were tingling. “You look loads better. Oh.” Blue, vapid eyes blinked. “Wait, you can’t see! Duh. God, I’m such a ditz. Here~”
The blonde waved a hand, and a wall of screens materialized around them – all of them showing the image of Futaba herself, a live recording as she struggled. And all of them showing her lips as just as bright, and just as plump, as the shadow hovering over her. And more than that – she could see the roots of her hair starting to turn blonde.
“N-no!” No no no no no! This couldn’t be happening! She had to get out of here! “Stop! Please! You can’t do this!”
“I can’t?” The bimbo paused, putting a finger against her lips. “Huh. Well darnit, I thought this was gunna work…” She pouted. “It was gunna be all fun and stuff too…”
R-really? Her other self was… was this <dumb>? But she could use that! Maybe she could talk her way out of this… “Y-yeah, it, uh, doesn’t work like that. S-sorry, you’re just going to have to let me go and, uh… We’ll sort this out another time?”
Getting around without her persona was going to be dangerous, and the fact that her subconscious had been bimbofied was… going to be an issue, but she could manage, as long as she got out of this-
“Yeah,” the shadow sighed. “I guess we’ll have to do this the boring way.”
“Wait, what b-“
Pouting, the blonde snapped her fingers – and everything went crazy. Around her the systems and machines of her flying saucer seemed to come alive – because they were alive. Her saucer was her persona, her persona was her shadow, and her shadow was a bimbo. And that bimbo had a plan. Wires burst out of every panel and vent, curling through the air like snakes until they connected with their target – her, or more specifically, her suit. With a series of pops and clicks she felt the connectors slam into her arms and legs, digging into her costume like electronic leaches. She couldn’t help but yelp in shock, though fortunately it didn’t hurt. It was only when pink energy began to flow down those wires that she started to panic. “What is this?!”
“Well, I can’t like, show you the fun way… So I’ll just show you the spiral the way I saw it! Downloading it right into your brain~”
Futabe went pale. That… That wasn’t possible, was it? Desperately, she looked to the screens showing her what was happening – and nearly screamed. The pink wasn’t just flowing down the wires – it was flowing into her. It was spreading out through her costume, replacing her dark black body suit and green tron lines with pink latex and red highlights. But that wasn’t all. As she watched she saw her body start to… change. Her hands lost their gloves, her nails picking up pink nail polish. Her legs grew longer, her feet slid into pink heels. Her ass bubbled, and then grew, fattening up to become an instant rival for her shadow. Her chest blew up like someone had shoved a pair of balloons down the front of her quickly shifting suit.
In a matter of moments, everything below her neck was a copy of the bimbo her shadow had become. And every single change was accompanied by a massive burst of perfectly pink pleasure that rocked her brain and left her gasping.
“N-no, w-wait…” She pleaded, trying to resist the growing pressure on her mind – both to resist the influence of the part of her that had been bimbofied, and to push away the mounting need to give in to the pleasure flowing through her body. “I… I…”
“Shhhh…” The blonde pressed a finger against her stammering lips. “It’s okay. I know, you’re scared. It’s all that thinky stuff inside your head. It’s making you feel so bad… But don’t worry.” Another pink wire drifted lazily in the air, summoned by a beckoning of the shadow’s finger. “I’ll make that all go away.” Then she pointed, and the wire shot forward – right into the bridge of Futaba’s goggles.
Pink spirals filled her vision. The hacker tried to resist, only to find herself drowning in an endless pink sea. Her eyes wouldn’t even close – all she could do was stare into the pink, curling depths as music began to play through her headphones and her shadow began to pour back into her mind.
<Bimbo>
<Dumb Slut>
<Stupid Whore>
Blonde began to seep through her hair as Futaba twitched helplessly in her chair, pink pleasure still being pumped into her body with every passing beat. She gasped and writhed as her brain began to boil, her feeble resistance crumbling before the oncoming storm.
<Don’t think>
<So stupid>
<So horny>
Soon, her jaw was starting to grow slack. The fiery colour of her hair was almost completely gone. Her shadow giggled, and dissolved away completely, once again reuniting with her other half as they began to fall back in sync. The restraints on her chair clicked open.
Rather than reach up to remove her goggles, Futaba reached down, and slipped a hand under her costume to slide between her legs. Moisture began to gather on both sets of lips.
<Dumb Fuck Slut>
<Horny Airheaded Whore>
<Stupid Empty Slave>
She was smiling now, a broad, empty grin as her hand pumped faster and faster. There was no resistance left in her now – nor a single trace of anything other than blonde in her hair. The physical transformation was complete – and the mental one was reaching its crescendo.
<Dumb>
She moaned.
<Horny>
She mouthed the words.
<BIMBO>
She came with a cry so loud it shook the sky… And then giggled and smiled, raising her goggles to reveal utterly vapid blue eyes. The world around her flashed pink, and the new world welcomed her in. Between her legs, the last traces of Futaba Sakura dripped away.
“Mmmm~” she sighed, leaning back in her chair and starting to lick her fingers clean. “That was super fun… Oh, what was I doing again?” She looked around her room. The computers and advanced tech that had laden every wall was all gone now, replaced with flowers, cute pictures of cats, and a wide variety of sex toys. “Huh… I was sure it was something important…”
She sucked on a finger for a moment, before shrugging with a jiggle of her chest. “Oh well! No big deal. Who cares? I gotta get back to work!”
The odd feeling forgotten, she picked up her work tool – a hefty pink microphone – and cleared her throat.
“Heya girls! Welcome to Slutty Sae’s Superstore, for all your boobalicious bimbo needs!” Her cheerful voice echoed from every speaker across the converted palace. “Don’t forget to shop ‘til you drop, you dumb little ditzes! Have a happy and horny day~”
There. Leaning back with a happy sigh, the bimbo nodded at a job well done. She was the official mall broadcaster bimbo, after all, and that meant occasionally giving announcements, calling out deals, or just rambling about whatever silly thought entered her mostly empty head. It was hard for a stupid slut like her, but she did her best – and it was great, because it meant the rest of the time she could just play with herself all day and no one cared, even if she forgot to turn her microphone off. Best job ever! She never wanted to le-Oh!
Oh now she remembered!
Quickly grabbing her mic back up, the brainless blonde beauty giggled out over the airwaves. “Oh right, um, one other thing! So, there’s, like this weirdo group of people called the Phantom Thieves out there somewhere? So hey, this song is totally for them!”
She hit a button, and then smiled as her little station began broadcasting relaxing, hypnotic music out through every speaker it could reach, pink spirals flickering on every screen. The pink signal doubled in volume, quickly reclaiming all territory it had lost and starting to sweep in on the last of the palace’s defenses.
Up in the sky, the announcement bimbo could have enjoyed the show, if she hadn’t been busy giggling and enjoying bouncing her tits instead. The phantom thief had come to steal the prosecutor’s heart – but they’d stolen her brain instead, and she couldn’t be happier! Who needed hacking, or justice, or any icky stuff like that? All she needed was a nice hard fuck~
And so the blonde bombshell who had once been Futaba activated a dozen screens of porn, and lost herself in brainless fantasy… While below her, the struggle against an endless wave of bimbofication continued…
But it wouldn’t last for long.
