[Bimbofication, Brain Drain, Sluttification]
After everything they had been through, the Phantom Thieves of Hearts were closer than ever. And that meant that it wasn't improbable for one of them to ask the others for a little favor. Just a little something that could help them with a current problem. Which was why Ann thought that she could ask the other girls to join her for a photoshoot that needed more bodies, because she wasn't enough.
"Are you really sure that this place is safe, Ann?" Makoto asked as the group of five stepped into the expansive studio area, casting her gaze towards the blonde girl that had invited them over. "Did you check what kind of projects they have been involved with in the past? And did you make sure that there was no way that they could've been contaminated by the Metaverse or something?"
"No way." Ann shot back, arms slightly crossed. "They're legit. I've worked with them plenty of times! Sure, I've never been in this studio, but that doesn't mean they're suspicious or anything. Relax, Makoto. What about you three? What do you think?" She then turned her attention to the rest of the group, making sure that they were more comfortable.
"It could be worse." Futaba muttered as she adjusted her glasses. Why had she bothered to come along, exactly? She wasn't photogenic, and the alternative proposition, that she had to play one of the monsters... No way. "I didn't know you were that into horror films anyway, Ann."
"Indeed, it seems a little outside of your comfort zone, Ann." Haru spoke up as well, chuckling softly. It wasn't often that she was invited over... For something that decidedly didn't revolve around her status. Sure, she might get recognized once the pictures were sent out, but she had a chance to just enjoy things and act like she was part of a movie. What fun it'd be...
Kasumi had started wandering slightly, before turning her attention back to Ann with a smile. "It looks really nice. I'm not sure I'm right for the role, but I'll do my best for your sake, Ann!" She was excited to at least try to help out. Which was more than could be said of some of the other girls.
The five of them had gathered here, thanks to Ann's invitation, because the people doing the photo shoots had run out of models. Whether it was because of crummy reputation or poor timing, they now had a bunch of scenes that they needed snapshots of, and very little time to do so. Which Ann was able to fix by inviting her friends along to fill the roles of the models that were missing.
Of course, none of them even came close to noticing that the cameras pointed at them were gleaming a little, especially as the five of them went towards the dressing rooms to try out outfits for their respective roles. No, none of them could possibly realize what they had signed up for...
They were all in frame... It was only a matter of time before they were snapped into their roles...
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"What in the world did Ann tell them? Did she really think I looked like some sort of delinquent while in the Metaverse?"
Makoto muttered as she looked at the outfit that had been assigned to her. It was basically just a leather jacket and a ripped undershirt, as well as a pair of ripped jeans. It looked more like she had been cast in a male role, rather than a female one. Then again, it's not like she actually disliked what she was wearing. It was nice, comfy and easy to wear...
What was more concerning to her was the set that was assigned to her. An abandoned asylum. She had been given a lighter to try and make it look like she was exploring the place on a dare. She even had a lollipop that she had to suck on, just because they couldn't afford smokes for repeat shots. A lollipop would do in regards to making her look 'cool'.
"I guess I'll just have to try and live out the role. It's not like it's going to be that hard, right? They said there were automatic cameras as I proceed through the set, so..." Makoto said as she looked onward, and she did seem to spot a couple of glints in the distance, courtesy of lenses reflecting the light from her lighter.
As she stepped forward a little more, she felt a bit of sweat run down the back of her neck. Was everything going to be okay? Or was she just going to end up falling into some sort of trap? Ever since they had stepped into the studio, she wasn't able to shake the feeling that something might go horribly, horribly wrong. But was it really going to-
*SNAP*
Makoto let out a moan as she suddenly lost all train of thought, like it had suddenly just leapt off the tracks and crashed in another part of her mind. What was going on, exactly..? What was she doing? She couldn't tell exactly what, she could just tell that her heart was pounding against her chest...
"Wha... C-Camera... R-Right, I was part of some shoot... Why's it gotta be so subtle anyway..?" She slowly but surely pieced together what happened, even as her mind continued spinning in circles. As far as her mind told her, she still had things to do... But she kinda felt really dizzy after the camera flashed her...
She stepped forth once more, only to be greeted by another *SNAP* and a bright flash that left her blinded. All while a moan left her lips, and she felt her top tightening a lot. What was going on..? What was this heat inside her that was growing..? She didn't understand, but she really didn't like it...
"Haaah... S-So tight... What's, like, the deal with all these pictures..?" Makoto muttered, unaware of the roots of her hair turning blonde. All she was focused on was her chest, and how tight it all felt...
She glanced downward, and it kinda looked like her boobies had grown. Had they? She wasn't sure, they definitely kinda looked bigger... Maybe if she poked them a little, then-
*SNAP*
Another powerful moan left Makoto's lips as her hair visibly turned blonde. Though she was stunned for just long enough that she couldn't notice. What she could notice, however, was the sound of her top tearing apart and the weight of her boobies kinda trying to pull her down.
"Gooosh... My titties are just, like, so heavy..." Makoto muttered as she tried to lift them up slightly, before just shrugging and adjusting her jacket a little so it was covering up her breasts. Not very well, since most of her midsection was still exposed, but at least her nipples weren't out in the open.
What was she doing again, exactly? She was, like, part of some sort of... Oh, she was getting photos snapped of her! Duh, that's why she was wearing this hot outfit! It's not like, the kind of outfit she'd wear a lot, but it was crazy comfy. So comfy that she was on the verge of just playing with herself a bit to see how it'd feel if she got all sorts of playful in it...
As Makoto's hands started to drift, she noticed the next camera actively zooming in on her. And with a grin, she winked at the camera and pulled her top off, flashing the camera with her extra large titties. "Like what you see, guys?" She giggled, as if there was an actual cameraman snapping the pictures.
Once the final *SNAP* echoed out, her eyes started to dim, and the lollipop that had been idly resting in her mouth fell to the ground as the bimbo's consciousness faded into the background...
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"A circus... I can't say I didn't expect to be part of a circus in some way. But did they really want me to show up in something like this?"
Kasumi knew that she was probably going to end up dressed like some sort of athlete due to her experience with acrobatics and dancing, but she really didn't expect to end up literally wearing a gymnast's outfit. Especially when she walked around what looked to be a fairground with a circus having been set up nearby.
"So I have to try and look natural when they take pictures of me... Where are the cameras, exactly? If I can see them, then I can prepare. Otherwise, I'm just going to end up trying to look for them..." Kasumi muttered to herself as she scratched the back of her head. Where were they... And for that matter, another question started to bubble in the back of her mind. Why did she have to get photographed separate from the others? Couldn't they all try out takes for one role, and then move onto the next once they were sure they had the right girl?
As Kasumi got stuck in thought for a few seconds, she really didn't notice where she was walking. Nor was she noticing the cameras zooming in on her, each of them focused on a different part of her body to determine which part was most appealing. And once they had locked on and figured out what was most appropriate for her, the usual sound echoed out.
*SNAP*
Kasumi let out a gasp as she started stumbling, all while a certain kind of trembling started in her thighs. What was going on, exactly..? What was she doing? Wasn't she just thinking about something important..? "Come on, Kasumi, you're not a bimbo. You can do this, what were you..."
Right. She was trying to figure out why they were all separated like this. It was something that had been bothering her, and she really wanted to figure out why. It was really weird to her. They were all friends, why shouldn't they be in the same set, getting all sorts of cute pictures snapped of them?
Kasumi idly started to play with her hair as she tried really hard to think, only to suddenly get interrupted as another *SNAP* echoed out, and the flash blinded her. As it did so, the ends of her hair started to turn blonde, and her lips grew just a little pink. All while she blinked rapidly to try and figure out what was going on...
"Like, what's going on?" She didn't even notice that she sounded like a bimbo as she spoke. The only thing she really noticed was the urge in her legs. She wanted to stretch. Like, a lot. She wanted to stretch and make sure somebody saw her...
As she looked around a little to try and figure out what was going on, she spotted a camera. And then it hit her... She was being photographed! Right, she was supposed to show off how stretchy and flexible she was, wasn't she? That's why she was wearing this tight outfit that really emphasized her thighs, wasn't it? ...Wait, were her thighs always this big? ...Yeah, probably, it's not like it was a bad thing that she had a fat set of thighs, that just gave the people more candy for the eyes.
"Ehehehe... Look!" Kasumi cried out as she immediately kicked into the air, catching her foot and stretching it slightly above her head. All while smiling from ear to ear. "You like what you see, don't you? Yeah, I can stretch reaaal good. Like, so good that you don't even need to hold me down when you wanna have a lil' fun!" She giggled as she let go and let her leg snap back to its proper position.
As the camera followed her, she got down on her rear and started to put her legs behind her head. Crossing them and making sure that it wasn't too easy to undo, all while winking towards the camera. "C'mon... Take another shot, I know you wanna!" She was practically sweating as she looked at the camera. It felt really nice to just have the camera focused on her. Maybe it was a bit of a perverted streak... Or maybe she just liked the camera being focused on her and her alone.
Once it was in focus, the camera let out another *SNAP' as the light flashed in turn, blinding Kasumi and making her eyes dim as well. All while she looked like another properly snapped bimbo, one that was drooling as she slowly accepted her role as nothing more than a sexy model.
And by the time she recovered, the others would be just as done as her...
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"Well, this is awfully cozy, isn't it?"
Haru said to herself as she snuggled into the couch that had been prepared for her, looking around casually as she could easily see the many cameras that were pointed at her. All while she wore a dress that was a little more fit for a party rather than the kind of events she usually partook in.
It wasn't the first time she had worn a dress like this. One that was made of shiny silk that really brought out her beauty. Especially around the chest. But it also wasn't something that she really cared for. Still, she had promised Ann that she would help. So that was what she was going to do. She was going to make sure that she helped her out, and then they could all get a burger and laugh about the experience.
Still, she had to take note of one thing that bothered her. And that was the fit around her hips and her rear. For some strange reason, the dress was not exactly tight down there. Which resulted in the fabric basically laying on top of her rear and then rolling down the rest of the way... It was not exactly classy, but it wasn't a classy set, so it wasn't the biggest problem.
"I wonder how the others are doing?" Haru said as she slowly got up from her seat, since it didn't seem like the cameras wanted to snap a picture of her yet. She could probably go check on them before-
*SNAP*
A moan left her lips, all while her hands quickly darted towards her rear. "H-How rude..." She muttered, because she knew that the camera had waited until she was showing her ass. Was it bigger? It definitely felt a lot more plush, but that didn't necessarily mean it was bigger. Either way, the cameras were definitely focusing on it.
Just the thought of them focusing on her butt was... Both arousing and infuriating. And it really wasn't often that she felt like something was infuriating. She was a calm girl that kept to herself. Anger didn't come naturally to her, so... Maybe if she just-
*SNAP*
"Ooooohhhh! That's, like, not cool!" Haru cried out as another obvious snapshot was taken of her ass, while she was blatantly ignorant of the way that her curly hair turned blonde. "You like, gotta pay if you wanna snap shots of my ass! No way you can just keep doing it for free!"
As the words left her mouth, Haru started rapidly blinking. What in the world was she saying? It sounded like a bunch of weird nonsense! Why was she so concerned about, like, people taking pics of her butt? She had all the money in the world, she could probably just pay off the people that got off to them. But at the same time... A thought crossed her mind, and she started laughing like she was far into the role of a rich bitch with an expensive dress that did very little to hide her dumptruck ass.
"Alright, like, I don't know who you are. But I think we can cut a deal. If you keep snapping pics of my ass... You're going to have to praise it wherever you post it. You can do that, can't you?" Haru really leaned into the role, especially as she grabbed ahold of the waistband of her panties. "Because if you do, then-"
*SNAP*
A moan left her lips while a little bit of juice ran down her inner thigh, all while she continued laughing. She didn't notice her hair having turned completely blonde, nor did she really care. Right now, all the rich bitch was concerned about was her getting all the good photos.
"That's it, just like, keep snapping photos! You got a great view right there, don't you? Just snap away and make sure to praise me! Otherwise, I'm gonna make sure that some creepy schmuck gets ahold of you? You know how many creeps Daddy knows? He'll be on your ass!" Haru was really leaning into the role. Blatantly forgetting what had happened to her Father, and rambling on and on about something that seemed tangibly related to the scene at hand...
And in response to her goading, the cameras kept on snapping more and more pictures of her. All while she moaned again and again. It all felt so good. She didn't expect the experience of getting her picture snapped to feel so fantastic...
As she was overwhelmed by all the pictures, Haru ended up falling onto the couch once more, drool running down her chin as the cameras kept snapping pictures of her. Bit by bit enhancing how bimbofied she ended up...
Ensuring that she was going to be in the role for a long time, once she had met up with her fellow 'models'...
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"This is just ridiculous. I'm a nerd, I'm not a jock!"
Futaba was not in a great mood. Why would she be? She had agreed to leave the house all so she could participate in some dumb model gig, and here she was wearing a football jersey and pants that were way too big for her. She looked like a jock, and she looked absolutely horrendous at the same time. Why in the world was she the jock and not Makoto?!
Not to mention that the set that they chose for her was really unfitting! What in the world was a jock doing in a haunted... Okay, she was exaggerating. She knew exactly what kind of scenario would lead to a jock ending up in a haunted manor. It was a dare, or he had accidentally tossed the football through a window, or something equally silly like that.
"At least it won't last too long." Futaba sighed. There's no way that this stuff would last a long time. Like, they just needed a ton of photos. And given what they had been briefed about, those photos would be really easy to take. The many cameras that had been set up inside the sets would snap tens of thousands of shots in a matter of minutes, and they just had to do their best to pose.
If that was the case, then maybe if she puffed her chest up and really acted like a jock, she'd get this over with quicker. She took a deep breath, and flexed the best she could. Even though it just made her look even more ridiculous. So much so that she immediately deflated, shaking her head in a disapproving manner. "What's even the point of-"
*SNAP*
Just as she deflated, she felt a rush of pleasure pour through her. Thanks to her glasses, she didn't get completely flashed, though she did feel her mind getting adversely affected by the bright light. "A-Alright, what was that? What in the world was that? A Metaverse light?" She asked nobody in particular, all while she felt the effects pour through her...
She felt stronger. So much so that she started to flex. She didn't even notice that the jersey that was draped onto her body was being filled out a lot more. Both by her arms getting nice and thick thanks to her muscle... But also thanks to the growth on her chest. She looked like a muscled blonde bombshell... A jock in every sense of the word, even if her hair still hadn't quite turned blonde yet.
Futaba squinted a little as she peered through her glasses. Were they a little too... Hard to look through? Or was there something about that light? Either way, she took off her glasses-
*SNAP*
And thanks to that, she got a faceful of that light. Which not only managed to turn her hair as blonde as it was supposed to be for her current role, but it also made her breasts expand and tear a bit of a hole in her jersey, exposing her strong titties...
"Damn... The hell?" Futaba muttered, shaking her head as she looked around. "What a crappy manor. Where'd my ball go, anyway?" She said out loud, really trying to piece together what she was doing. She had gone into this manor for a specific reason, she just couldn't really remember it.
That is, right up until the moment she noticed the cameras pointed at her. Then she remembered, and she started grinning. Riiiight. She was the star of the team, and she had been handpicked for a nice shoot. Sure, it was a shoot that really focused on her more appealing factors which was why she had her jersey altered so it showed off her tits, but that was good enough for her. As long as they all knew that she was the top bitch...
"Can't wait to see what Ann'll think once she gets a taste of this." Futaba grinned, really leaning into the role as a jock. She was the proverbial King after all, and that cheerleading slut was her Queen. Once they were back together, she was gonna... she was... wait... What was...
*SNAP*
Just as her mind managed to nearly climb back out, another camera managed to flash her. And this time, there was no recovering from it. Her eyes dimmed as she felt her muscles tighten, a bit of drool leaving her lips as she posed like she was supposed to.
Yeah... Just let the cameras snap shots at her... Like the King she was...
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"So, cheerleader, log cabin near a lake, part of a slasher film... Wait, that means they want shots of me about to get killed, doesn't it?"
Ann was on her own set, currently pacing back and forth as she was dressed like a cheerleader. Though she had to admit that the size of her outfit was probably a bit small. Like, she was constantly fighting against her tits trying to bounce out of her top, and her skirt was so painful short that it didn't really cover anything. You could definitely see her thong poking out, and...
Well, she didn't mind it that much at this point. The photoshoots she had been part of didn't really arouse that much attention. She wouldn't be recognized for being part of them. So she had to accept a bit of risque stuff, even if it was just in terms of her attire.
"I probably should've told the others that part, shouldn't I?" Ann muttered. She really should've told them the kind of things that the cameramen could get up to with their outfits. They really liked just snapping pictures of them when they were at their most vulnerable, getting the best possible reaction. Which, granted, was really important for a shoot like this. But somehow it didn't sit too right with her.
She took a deep breath and just turned towards the couch, before laying down and letting one leg rest on the back of the couch. Showing off a little too much, but really getting into the role of a careless cheerleader that would probably get killed off in the first act of the slasher film.
*SNAP*
And as she really showed it all off, the cameras started to take all the pictures that they needed. One of them being a little more potent than the others in terms of the flash that was being used, Ann letting out a moan as she was left blinded...
"Like, gosh, you could at least give me a warning or something..." Ann complained, but she knew that this would probably happen. They really liked the most inopportune moments to snap shots of their models. It was something that she had to grow used to... wait...
As she looked down at her bosom, she was very clearly looking at a pair of exposed nipples. A mighty thick pair too, which really complimented the sensation down below, and how her thong was on the verge of flossing her pussy. Okay, what was going on? What had that camera done?
"Okay, guys, this isn't that funny anymore. I don't know what you're planning or if you're planning something, but you might wanna just cut it out." Ann said, hoping that some of the cameramen decided to knock it off. But then it hit her. Like, had she even seen any of the staff? Who was running the place? She knew some contacts due to her prior work with them, but she hadn't seen any of them while she was getting ready.
Who was controlling the cameras-
*SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP*
Ann let out a really powerful moan as the cameras started to fire off rapidly. The flashes kept pouring out and blinding her over and over again, all while she cried out in sheer need. It felt so intense. It was so overwhelming. How was she supposed to handle something like this? How could anybody handle something like this?
Her body was growing more and more. Tits bouncing all over the place, ass wobbling with every inch that was packed onto it, all while she just started leaking all over the couch. And with every snap and every flash, it all just got more and more intense...
Right up until the moment Ann let out a scream, and she absolutely ruined the couch with how much she had let her juices drool into the couch. It felt like she had just experienced one of the strongest orgasms in existence, and the afterglow of it all made her eyes roll into the back of her head. She needed like, an hour's worth of sleep before she was ready once again...
*SNAP*
Unfortunately, she wasn't going to get that. The cameras snapped her back to reality as her eyes dimmed a little, just as she heard a phone ring. It wasn't hers, because she'd recognize the tone. But it was definitely something that made her climb off the couch and shamble towards the nearby prop...
"Like, Ann speaking." Ann said, not even realizing she was talking into a prop. "Oh, gosh, Futaba? Like, sorry! I'll be right there!" She cried out, immediately slamming the phone back in its place as she headed out of the set. She was in quite the hurry, despite how much she had just squirted out.
All her friends were gathered in the lobby, and, like, her hunk asked her if she could stop by...
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"Like, sorry I'm late!"
Ann cried out as she arrived back at the lobby, giggling as her heels just clicked against the ground. Gosh, it was always so fun to be with her friends. So much so that she could just cheer!
"Heh. You're nearly naked, Ann." Makoto said, not that she was one to talk. The bad bitch bimbo always wore that damn top that did nothing to hide her tits. In fact, she had probably flashed the others while she was waiting for Ann to arrive. Oh, she was going to pay if she tried to steal Futaba from her!
Kasumi was stretching as usual, one foot behind her head as she watched Ann run in. "Heeeey, Ann! Wanna see how much I can stretch?" The blonde perverted bimbo said, all while it was obvious that her uniform was a little too stained down below. Not that she had any shame. She just wanted people to look at her. And her friends were perfect for that!
Haru huffed as she adjusted her dress slightly. The others may be her friends, but she was a rich bimbo. She wasn't about to let them catch a glimpse of her ass without paying her. "You took so long, Ann. Remember, time is money." Good grief, she sounded just like Daddy. No matter, Daddy probably liked hearing her try to imitate him. And if he liked it, then he'd probably spoil her more... Ehehehe...
Futaba grinned as she watched Ann run in, immediately wrapping her big strong arms around her cheerleader Queen. "It's, like, okay. You're here now, and that's what matters, Ann." The bimbo jock said as she gave her cheerleader a kiss on the cheek, making sure to squeeze her nice and tight. "And you know what we can do now that we're all together?"
Ann slowly let the idea of being together with everyone else cook inside her head... Before grinning slightly and nodding. "Yeaaah... We can go out and get some shakes, and then we can go home and really get cozy! I think Haru needs some cozy time too, she's a lil' cranky!" The cheerleader definitely knew what had to be done .Especially as she licked her lips while looking at the jock she called a girlfriend. She was a real hunk... And a damn good snack too.
Haru huffed as she was called out, though it didn't take long before she joined in with the seemingly mindless giggles that all the other bimbos let out. All while the five of them decided to leave together, not even bothering to check what kind of photos they were in. They were just happy to have one another... And happy to have the chance to cut loose at home and just fuck the night away.
None of them even realized what they had become, as the photos left behind served as a forgotten reminder of their prior lives...