[Brain Drain, Cowgirl TF]

“Futaba? Do you mind telling us why you wanted us to go to the Metaverse without Joker?”

“Oh, no reason. Just wanted to see if we could all work together when our leader’s pinned down.”

“Why would he be pinned down if you’re doing your job? Come on, you’ve gotta have something in mind.”

“Ann’s right. Please, Futaba. You can tell us. We’re your friends.”

An unlikely foursome found themselves standing within Mementos, collective manifestation of humanity’s subconsciousness inside the Metaverse. Normally, they’d be here to train for an upcoming heist to make sure that their abilities as the Phantom Thieves of Hearts hadn’t gone soft.

Niijima Makoto had been the first to wonder why they were here. Serving as one half of the muscle among the group, she didn’t exactly mind the extra training. She just wanted a better excuse than ‘because’. She had a lot of duties that she still needed to uphold at their school, and it wasn’t easy fitting everything into her schedule. Especially since she had a date coming up with their leader, and she wanted to surprise him.

Takamaki Ann was vocally protesting this entire idea because she had much more important things to do than go out and train without Joker. Simply put, she had to figure out what she wanted to wear for her date with their leader, and if those three were breathing down her neck, they’d realize she was dating him! She couldn’t let that happen, she wanted to keep their relationship a secret until they had tied the knot!

Okamura Haru, the most soft spoken of the four girls, had her own plans as well. But unlike the other two, she still hadn’t quite figured out what she wanted to do with their leader. She knew that she loved him ever since he had helped her, but what exactly could she do to show her appreciation? Maybe she should take him out for dinner at Big Bang Burger…

And finally, there was the short genius that had brought them all here on a whim. Sakura Futaba. The one that was currently hoving above them inside her saucer-like persona. Because why should she walk around when she could float and look down on them, just like she did in reality?

Unlike the three girls that served as her partners in the Phantom Thieves of Hearts, she was incredibly aware of what they were planning. Of course she was, she had set up cameras inside their leader’s room to watch him sleep. Which was how she had come to realize that he was a cheating little liar who had been twotiming her to be with those three. Not just those three either, other girls too.

But she didn’t want to bother him about his cheating habits. That would just make the others try to pull tricks out of their sleeves to claim him once the dust had settled. No, what she wanted to do was get rid of those rivals for his affection entirely.

“It’s just training, don’t worry about it! Now come on, we gotta find some shadows! And fast, I wanna catch a show tonight!” Futaba cried out as she tried to brush their worries away. All while still plotting her plan inside that cute little head of hers.

The other three girls looked between one another as the saucer flew away, with Ann letting out a frustrated sigh as they each followed behind their impromptu leader. They really didn’t have much of a choice, because if they just left she’d chew them out. And if there was one thing that each of them couldn’t stand, it was the way that Futaba could figure out ways to get on their nerves. As expected of a digital gremlin that knew her way around their social media…

Futaba grinned inside her persona as started swaying back and forth. As long as those three kept themselves distracted by fighting against the shadows, she had plenty of time to scan them and figure out how to go about her plan. She needed to make sure that they couldn’t get back at her, and by analyzing their bodies she could hopefully find something she could exploit. Something that would ruin them all three simultaneously so none of them had a chance to strike back…

Just looking at them all, there was one thing that stood out about them compared to herself. Namely their rather… curvy bodies. She didn’t like to admit it, but Futaba definitely knew it. She wasn’t anywhere near as conventionally attractive as those three. Whether it was Ann’s bust, Makoto’s thighs or Haru’s rear. They all had a charming area that could draw their leader’s attention. And she had none of that.

But at the same time, what if those things were the only things of worth about them? There was no reason for Joker to look at them for long if they were only good for those bits. Especially if they were so much bigger.

Her plan was coming together. All she had to do now was wait for the right time.

“Is she ever going to come down and scan the enemy, or is she just going to stay up there all day?” Ann asked as she cracked her whip, her and the other two groundbound Phantom Thieves facing off against a rather weak shadow.

Makoto shook her head. “We’ve got our own problems from time to time. Maybe she’s just dealing with one of her own? Maybe that’s why she wanted us to come here.” She explained, adjusting her fists slightly as she punched into her palm. “Either way, we’ve still got plenty to clean up.”

“She could’ve just asked us for a bit of help if there was something that bothered her that much. I’m sure that if we just sat down and talked over a nice cup of tea, we could work it out. Don’t you two think so as well?” Haru offered her viewpoint as she let her axe cleave into the shadow’s body, turning it into little more than tiny specks of energy.

As they discussed the matter of their friend’s change in demeanor, they weren’t paying attention to the saucer slowly flying over their heads, and the sound of a keyboard rapidly being tapped at. The mechanical feedback was actually really strange considering what they knew about their friend and her abilities inside the metaverse, so why..?

“Now!”

The saucer shook around as a powerful beam started pouring down at the group, with each of them feeling like they were being pulled into the air. If you squinted your eyes just a little, you could compare the look of this to those classic scenarios of cows being pulled into the air by a tractor beam.

“Futaba! This isn’t funny! Let us go!” Ann shouted as she lost control of her body, idly floating into the air as she looked up at the saucer… The… the very pretty, strangely alluring saucer…

Makoto tried to use the spikes on her boots to keep herself grounded, but that just caused her to pick up a few rocks as she was lifted up by her thighs, that very same part of her body glowing as she too looked into the light. And little by little, a bit of drool poured out of her mouth and down her face as she hung upside down in the air.

Haru squirmed a little back and forth as she was hoisted up by the beam by her rear, gulping as she looked up at the pretty light. She didn’t quite understand why her friends had gone quiet, but by the time that she let it sink into her eyes… She couldn’t help but giggle a little as it felt like her mind was being tugged out of her head, leaving behind nothing but an empty cloud inside her head…

Futaba was rubbing her hands together inside her persona. This had worked out much better than she ever could’ve thought!

All that she did while those three were busy fighting against the shadows, was code a program that focused on the fattest part of the human body. And then she used her persona’s appropriate appearance to start messing with their heads.

This was the metaverse after all. A world made out of the human subconcious. And if they were being lifted into the air by a saucer, just like cows did back in the day… Then who’s to say that they weren’t cows themselves?

It was that line of logic that Futaba abused. What was so wrong about it, anyway? Those three were basically cows with how they strutted around without considering she wanted Joker all to herself!

But that’s fine. Since their minds were now in a pacified and cow-like state, it was time to make sure that they looked the part. And she had just the program for that as well, her hands quickly typing away at the more mechanical keyboard she had manifested inside her persona. Just something to keep herself calm, the nice clicking letting her concentrate.

The beam dropped the three girls very slowly back onto the ground, though not without letting a bit of subconscious data slip into them. Instead of beaming them up, it was beaming into them this time around, leading the three to collapse onto the ground as they each continued looking like complete ditzes without anything left inside their head.

There really wasn’t much left. Part of this elaborate method of pulling them into the air already modified them on some level. Using their smarts, which were being altered into that of a cow’s, to fuel their most charming areas and making them grow to exaggerated levels.

And it was happening once again as the data was being beamed into them. However, Futaba wasn’t exactly the most meticulous programmer. So the data being beamed into their bodies was identical, serving to make them stand out in unity yet become almost identical in terms of looks. Cows were cows, after all.

Ann was the first to experience her changes. While her tits had already started to grow to the point where they were struggling to fit inside her suit, after the data beamed into her body, there was no way that it’d hold. Not that it needed to as it suddenly disappeared the second it seemed to tear itself apart.

Instead of the red catsuit that had fit her role as Panther, the oversized cow found herself wearing a cow-spotted bikini. Big and tight enough to cup her breasts, and just padded enough that it would soak up any milk that she started leaking. She even had a cute tail swishing through the air, attached by the bottom of her bikini.

Makoto experienced the change in attire first, as she quickly started filling out the top of her bikini. Her thighs however were going to make sure that she’d never manage to get them off ever again because the string was way too tight to make it past them. Then again, why would she ever want to take them off? She was a dimwitted cow who just mooed as she felt her body growing.

Finally, Haru. While she was still plenty gifted in the front, to the point where she already started leaking through the padded bikini, her rear was way too much for her bikini bottom to handle. It took an extra bit of data being beamed down into her body to make the bikini adjust itself to accommodate her enormous seat. She could probably sit on her partner and they wouldn’t be able to get back up from how huge it was…

Once they all had similar oversized curves, with slight deviations depending on their original charm point, they each mooed in unison as their hair turned a dull shade of black. Truly unifying the three as nothing but overly sexualized cows with nothing between their heads, just as Futaba intended.

Now that they had been dealt with… She should probably just leave them here and let the shadows have their fun with them. Because she had a date to arrange, and a Joker to keep all to herself.

Buuuut... There were still a couple more women that he had managed to get romantically involved with, weren’t there? Maybe she should pull them into the metaverse and have them join this little herd.

By the time all those obstacles were gone, she’d be a proper farmer with plenty of cows to take care of. And one bull, all to herself...