[90s TF, Futanari]

“Another one down, so many more to go.”

Niijima Makoto, otherwise known as Queen of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts, jabbed straight ahead as the strange shadow-like liquid flew off her fist. She had just punched through another one of those ‘shadows’ that populated the Metaverse, the human subconscious made manifest, so that she could keep building up her skills and improving her abilities.

The more hearts they changed, the better she needed to get. Because if they needed to break through the defenses inside their palaces, she needed to be at the top of her form. And she couldn’t be there without a healthy helping of rigorous and almost deadly training. There was a reason why she usually ended up passing out by the time she got home after starting up this regiment.

In fact, she could already feel her muscles screaming. And it had barely been a few hours since she started. She had started to lose count of just how many of these things she had pummeled through, and it was about time to take a break. She felt like she couldn’t use the abilities that her Persona granted her. Without them, she could only rely on her fists.

“Joker makes this look so easy.” Makoto said to herself as she threw back her arm a bit, feeling the strain and stress upon her joints. Considering he managed to mow them all down in the dozens, how could she get this tired already? Whatever the cause was, she had to pick up the pace and find a way to regain her energy…

Which was exactly when she noticed that the last shadow that she defeated had managed to drop something. Not one of the usual healing items that she’d chow down to rejuvenate herself and heal her wounds, no. But a…

“A soda can?” The brunette said aloud as she kneeled down by the strange looking can. It didn’t seem booby trapped or anything. Just a bit… strange. What kind of enemy drops a soda can?

Then again, considering the weird shapes that the denizens of the metaverse had taken on before this, it didn’t seem too out of the ordinary to see them drop a can of soda. And if it was anything like the other drinks they managed to scavenge in this sprawling plane of subconscious thought, then it could probably help her with her lacking reserves.

Makoto grabbed the can, examining the label for a second just to make sure that it wasn’t suspicious. Being thorough like this had managed to save her ass a lot in the past. “Crystal Hip? Never heard of this brand…” She said, nodding as it didn’t seem dangerous. So she grabbed the aluminium tab and started to open it…

Only for a big burst of carbonated and sugary liquid to splatter right into her face, leaving her completely drenched in the stuff. This was what she got for neglecting basic safety rules. She didn’t even check if it had been shaken or anything, resulting in her hair getting all sticky.

“Great job, Makoto. Great job.” She dryly mocked herself as she shook her head, getting most of the wet stuff off her face as she looked at the can once again. At least she didn’t feel weird after being blasted with all that soda, because then she would’ve really been suspicious.

Though, she did feel… compelled to drink a bit from it. Like she’d be wasting a great drink if she just tossed it away after getting sprayed. And there was a little bit of it still inside the can, so… Why not just down the rest and be done with it?

Makoto, not thinking that the compulsion was ever slightly suspicious, did just that. She tilted the can upside down and dunked the rest of the contents down her throat. Not realizing that she was drinking a whole lot more than there seemed to be left.

The more she drank, the less she noticed her surroundings. Like she was completely in the zone. Like somebody, in the back of her mind, was telling her to chug. Chug, chug, chug. Without ever stopping. And so she did, like she was utterly possessed.

After chugging a few times from the can, her body started to react. Slowly but surely growing until she managed to shed out of her stretchy and form-fitting outfit. Not because she was gaining weight or anything, despite the horrible amount of sugar in the soda. No, it was because of where all of it gathered…

In her junk. Her ass, already a charm point thanks to how firm it was, was getting bigger and bouncier, contradicting itself with every little wobble it made. It was like she was losing a bit of her usual self, and the best way to see it was through her body acting out of character.

Of course, it wasn’t just Makoto’s booty that was growing excessive, even if it was the part that stuck out the most. The rest of her form was growing thicker, replacing a lot of the muscle on her body. She didn’t need that anymore, especially not as she downed more and more of that lovely soda.

She took a brief break from downing all of that corruptive sugar-filled liquid to let out a burp, her body trembling in the process. “Mmmph, that’s the good stuff!” She grinned, not realizing what a childish expression she was making. Honestly, she never got to down this much soda! Ever! Her sister was such a hardass that she never got to indulge herself. Like she never ever let her go out and party, when that’s what a girl like her should be doing!

“Can’t wait to see Sis’ face when I give her a blast of the Crystal Hip, hehe…” The brunette licked her lips as she covered up the drinking hole on the can and started shaking it. Mimicking what she would do when faced with her sister, as she could feel the sweet beverage bubbling wildly inside it.

Once she felt the pressure building to a point where she couldn’t keep it held back anymore, she moved her thumb off and watched the massive burst of bubbly goodness blast far away. If that had hit her sister, it would’ve probably knocked her out and left her soooo vulnerable…

Shit, she could take advantage of her like that, couldn’t she? After giving her all that shit for being bad at studying, she could really use… yeah, she’d have a lot of fun with her like that. It’d be damned fun.

Of course, Makoto didn’t even realize that her current line of thinking was also thanks to the soda. The soda was the whole reason why she was changing, and using it was making her fall in line with its aesthetics. As evident by her mask having quietly turned into a cap that she wore with the back facing front, making her look like some kind of bratty kid from an age gone past.

Well, duh she looked like one of those! ‘cuz that’s what she was! Not one of those lame girls who studied the night away. She had better things to do than read shitty books. Like partying! Eating pizza with the boys! Video games! All that kinda stuff!

She clenched her fist around the can a little. Not enough to crush it, but enough to make it start bubbling through the hole. “I need somethin’ to get my mind off the shit they want me to doooo…” The changed phantom thief muttered as she dunked a bit more of that nice Crystal Hip down her throat, trembling as it seemed to go through her body completely… Or at least down to her crotch.

No, not her crotch. Her cock. Her thick, can-sized cock. The only thing she liked shaking in this world more than a good can of Crystal Hip! Yeah, why hadn’t she thought about this thing? Did she just forget that she had this? Was she really getting that stupid?

...If she asked herself that more than once, she’d sound like her lame sister. Better not think about it. If she did, she’d end up growing old! And she didn’t want to be old, only lamers grew old! No, she was a kid forever. Even when she had these fat adult tits, still a kid at heart!

Makoto grit her teeth as she grabbed ahold of her can-sized cock and quickly started to violently stroke it. She wasn’t about to let herself grow old. She’d show the world, and especially her stupid sister, that she was the hippest, most radical girl on the block. Just as she always had been..!

She stroked and she stroked, feeling her cum bubbling up her urethra in a matter of seconds. It was a damned good feeling too, like she could blow her load at any moment. And to make the sensation even sweeter… It felt like she was getting rid of something she really didn’t need when she’d cum. She didn’t really get it, but if it made her feel better, then it had to be a good thing. Right? That’s how these things worked, that’s what all the cool cartoons said.

The thoroughly radical gal thrust her hips forward the more she stroked her cock. She could feel the cum trying to escape the more she stimulated it. And a voice that had been yelling in the back of her mind, a real lame one, was getting quieter. She had ignored it thus far, but now that it was leaving, she didn’t need to bother blocking it out! It was just gonna get lost. Then… then..!

Makoto didn’t get to finish that thought, because her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she blew her load. It felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulder as she let all of that sticky stuff squirt out. Like, it was actually impressive how much she came too. It was like she was a real fountain, ‘cuz that shit gushed out so fast. Kinda like the soda when she shook it a whole lot.

“Mmmph, can’t wait to give sis a taste of this. The last time, she threw me out. But now she can’t!” The bratty girl let go of her cock as it kept shooting it all out, until it finally grew limp a few minutes later. Leaving one long stream of cum leading further into the Metaverse… One that she really didn’t care about.

‘cuz why should she? This place was the pits. She didn’t care about being inside some damned subconscious or whatever it was. That wasn’t her thing, not her style. No, she made her own style. And that was being a bratty bitch who liked to show off.

‘s why she wore the best and slickest outfit in the whole town, ever since she got hook on it. A jacket, a top that said ‘90’S’ with the numbers splayed across both her fat tits, and a disgustingly tight pair of shorts that did very little to hide anything. Whether in the front or in the back. She couldn’t even stuff her cock into it, and it was a wonder it got halfway up her ass before it got stuck.

Then again, if it didn’t get stuck, she couldn’t twerk her fat ass as much. So she considered it a blessing, spanking her own cheek as she slowly felt it vibrate and fill her with just the kind of pleasure that she loved.

Makoto felt the drool dripping down her chin as her cheeks clapped against one another, her cock squirting out yet another bit of cum as she had the quickest and most immodest orgasm a girl like her could have. And once she recovered from it, she couldn’t help herself as she stroked a bit more…

The girl lost herself to her own pleasures. Never to remember her real self. But once she got back out of this place, she was going to make sure that she got everything done.

Starting with that bitch of a sister. Giving her a taste of her ‘homemade’ Crystal Hip might just do the trick. Even if she’ll hate the salty aftertaste, hehe...