[Brattification, Karen/MILF TF]

Amidst all the usual going-ons in Mimoto, a brand new project had begun and finished in the blink of an eye. All thanks to the tireless workers that served the Construction department of Atlas Corp.

A brand new Mall. Which was way bigger than it had any right to be. Sure, it ruined a couple of the mom-and-pop stores that were in the downtown parts of the city... But at this point, Atlas Corp's grip on the city was too strong to fight back against, and they were absorbed into the mall as a result.

Unbeknownst to anybody that happened to come by and visit, the mall harbored a secret. Well, of course it did. It was an Atlas Corp installation. It would be more surprising if it was actually 100% safe and secure and didn't turn the shoppers into mindless drones that were happy to just consume endlessly.

Regardless, the first few visitors found themselves exposed to the power of the Mall, as they spent their afternoon otherwise enjoying themselves...

---

"Do you always look at people like that? Don't you think they'll get uncomfortable?"

Neoheim blinked, her optics clicking slightly as she gazed at the white-haired handicapped girl sitting across from her. The very same that was currently having a sip of some sort of coffee. All while she took a moment to gaze down at her own coffee, barely able to see her own darkened reflection within the muddy surface.

"Is there any issue with the way that I observe?" Neo asked as she gazed back at her unlikely companion. "Ero did not seem to be bothered by the way I observe. Hayato raised concerns, but that is Hayato's opinion. And his opinion is not within acceptable parameters."

"If he heard you say that, he'd start fuming." The white-haired girl, Minami, giggled in response to the way that Neo spoke about the 'Jõtai-Killer'. Really, he gave himself that kind of name, and he didn't really kill any Jõtai. At best he took away some of the Jõtai Factors that were intrinsically linked to the people that had been transformed, to the point of leaving them unable to properly emote. Not unlike a certain formerly skunk-haired woman that she still needed a good chat with. "But surely you're not so busted that you don't understand basic etiquette. It's very rude to stare, Neo."

Neoheim stared a little further, before nodding and gently cupping her coffee as she averted her eyes. "I apologize." She said plainly. Though if you looked carefully at her cheeks, you might actually be able to spot the softest of blushes...

She wasn't a traditional robot. Not that Minami's other friend, Ero, was anything close to traditional. Honestly, both of them were real issues in their own right. But that was just something she had to deal with. They were so much fun to be with, so she could gaze past their issues and see them for the fun idiots that they were at heart. Robots had hearts, after all. Even if not in the physical sense.

"Apology very much accepted. The more you learn, the better you become. Isn't that the idea behind that virus that make up you and your Father's processes? Something along those lines, I'm sure." Minami said, taking one more sip from her coffee, before raising her eyebrow slightly...

This wasn't the right flavor. She swore that she had given concrete instructions. Well, the place was new, but still. If they started slipping too hard, somebody that was a lot less lenient than her would probably give them a lot more shit.

"Excuse me?" Minami cried out as she waved over one of the servers. All while smiling with her eyes closed, as to not make eye-contact with the new staff. "I'm fairly certain I asked for Caramel. Would you like to try and taste and see what this is?"

The server blinked as she felt a sense of dread run down her back. At least until the white-haired girl opened her eyes, and she slowly found herself sinking into the spiral that was spinning right in front of her. Yeah... She should...

"This... Is not Caramel..." The server muttered moments later, a small bit of milky cream sticking to the tip of her lip. "I'll... bring you a new cup of coffee... Apologies..." She mesmerizingly apologized, walking off as if she was in a trance...

"...Was that the actual reason you asked me to stop staring?" Neo asked as she watched the server walk off like a crude imitation of an automaton. "...A sign of care?"

"You can interpret it any way you'd like, Neo. Just don't stare too much. I wouldn't want you to fall into a spiraling trap lacking in love. That's what you're trying to understand, so why risk losing out on it?" Minami shot back with a wink and a slight raspberry, all while carefully drumming her fingers along the table's edge... "Now, how long will I need to wait..."

Neo did not want to correct her over the fact that she was trying to understand many types of emotions, not just Love. Which was partly why she couldn't stop herself from staring in the girl's direction. She knew that she had told her not to stare, but...

There was just something about Minami that was digging at the back of her mind. Like there was something wrong currently going on.

Maybe it was the fact that Minami's hair seemed to have shifted from one long braided ponytail into a pair of braided pigtails that made her look way more of a brat. Maybe it was because she seemed to be leaning back in her wheelchair, which seemed a lot more... Fancy than before? At least that was the best way to describe the fact that she was lounging in it. Not only that, but like...

Minami was not the type of girl to show off. But it was like the longer that Neo looked at her, the more her clothes began to shift bit by bit. Leaving her elbows exposed as she exchanged the vest and long shirt combo for a sleeveless top that barely did enough to hide her figure, and swapped out the long skirt for a pair of super short shorts that complimented her striped socks...

"Quit staring, Mummy." Minami shot a glare at Neo as she crossed her arms. Huffing as she leaned back in her extra fancy wheelchair. She didn't even really need this thing, her legs were like, totally fine. But she had bullied her Mummy into getting it for her, and she was going to use it. Until she found a way cooler chair that had like, legs and could walk around like an evil mech. Heh, like in those stuuuupid stories that were always full of stupid goodie-two-shoes. She could probably hypnotize all the goodies in there and make 'em worship her...

Neo huffed a little bit back, pushing up on the shades that had magically appeared on the bridge of her nose. She didn't know how they got there. Nor did she properly register their presence. She was far too concerned with the fact that her little snake was being such a brat. But then again, she always got like this when she was feeling thirsty.

"Excuse Me!" The redheaded automaton shouted, a bit of a shrill being added to her tone as she slammed her hands against the table. All while her piercing blue eyes tried to aim for the closest server. She needed to...

Her vision glitched for a second as she instead focused on the counter. No, she didn't have time to deal with those mooks. She was going to get her baby snake her drink, so she could stop being such a cranky little brat. She was so much cuter when she wasn't demanding things!

Neo walked up towards the counter, the click of her brand new heels echoing out. As did the sound of her ever-strained skirt trying to handle her expanded rear, as well as the sound of her work blouse trying not to pop in response to the growth of her bust. She didn't realize any of this, nor the fact that she looked like she had doubled in age in the blink of an eye. All that she was focused on was getting what she wanted.

"Y-Yes Ma'am, what can we do for you?" The girl at the counter was incredibly meek compared to the much taller and much more curvaceous MILF in front of her, trembling as she was yanked over the counter by the draconic automaton's affirmative grip.

"What can you do for me? You can make my daughter her damn coffee, that's what you can do!" Neo shouted as she glared into the girl's eyes. Very nearly about to do something that would make everyone understand why she wasn't one to mess with. "Caramel Coffee! With all the cream you can get! You got that!?"

"I don't want it anymore, Mummy." Minami whined as she wheeled herself over to her fat-assed Mummy, giving her a spank in response. Showing absolutely zero respect for her, nor the staff.

"Watch your tone, young lady!" Neo glared back down at Minami, before focusing her attention back on the girl across from the counter. "Get her what she wants, or I'll sue!" She said, dropping the girl and crossing her arms as she acted like a stereotypical Karen. Who wanted nothing more than to get her way, and get her daughter's way in turn...

Unaware that, as the workers did their best to accommodate her bratty demands, her and her dearest 'daughter' were falling prey to the mall's powers...

---

"So, how old is she anyway? She seems like, old, but not old enough to be gray like Miss Genbu. So how old is she?"

Saeko sighed as she carefully plucked another dress off the shelves, turning towards her shorter girlfriend with a labored smile. "I don't think I can tell you that, Mikai. And I really don't think she'd like it if you compared her like that." She tried to keep a level head. Really, she did.

But there was something about this mall that was just rubbing her the wrong way. The moment they had stepped inside, it was like something was tugging at her. Which had left her in a bit of an irritated mood, one that she really didn't want to acknowledge more than she had to.

"Yeah... Probably not." Mikai chuckled a little, throwing her hands behind her head without much of a care. It's not that she didn't care, it's just that the way she thought of things was perhaps a little weird compared to everyone else. Even if they had gotten used to it at this point. "Why're we buying all these clothes anyway? You make much better clothes, Saeko."

A sharp blush colored the lavender-haired girl's cheeks as she quietly stammered and stuttered in response to the direct complement. "I-I know you believe that, Mikai. But I... I don't feel comfortable trying to make a fresh dress for an occasion like this. I-I know she'd like whatever I made, and she'd compliment me on what I'd wear. But... But it's just..."

Saeko's insecurities, no matter how unfounded they may be, were met by a hug from her shorter girlfriend. Mikai grinning as she patted her on the back after the hug. "If you say so, Saeko. Then we'll just have to pick out the best dress from the ones you like. And maybe we can find a set for me too? They probably don't have Extra Small, but we'll find a way to handle it if it's too big!"

Always so peppy. It was one of the qualities that Saeko loved about the girl. Prompting her to simply sigh and carefully pick out one of the dresses. A long, flowing dress. Which would make her look a bit more mature than usual. "Let's try and see how this one fits."

Mikai gave Saeko a thumbs up as the girl disappeared behind the curtain, all while she looked at the pile of dresses that they had to go through. Honestly, a lot of them looked like they would look great on Yumeko too, but she was too busy to come with them. Ah well, at least Saeko would still look pretty.

At least, that's what she thought. Saeko knew differently though, and it was starting to really get on her nerves. She could feel the frustration mounting as she forced her head through the collar of the dress...

It was too tight. But that wasn't right at all. She had checked the measurements! She had made absolutely sure that she could fit in them. So why was it so damn tight? It couldn't be her fault, it was never her fault!

"Stupid... Stupid!" Saeko muttered under her breath, unaware of her hair turning a shade of blonde as she tried to fit into the dress. Much like she was unaware of her body having grown while she had been walking through the store...

The only thing that Saeko was currently aware of was the fact that everything felt wrong. And that just made her angrier. Why, she wanted to have a chat with the person that ran this store. So she could tell them to SHOVE IT for how awful these dresses were! Like, the sizes were clearly mislabeled! A woman like her should be more than capable of fitting into something like this!

"FIT!"

*Rrrrriiiiiipppp!*

Saeko's eyes widened as she heard the very clear sound of something ripping and tearing. And as she gazed down at the dress, there was now a very clear hole where her tits were. Giving whoever happened to be looking at her a clear view of her cleavage, and the lingerie that she tried her best to hide. The humiliation of which quickly filled her, enhancing her anger more than it already had been...

But at the same time, the way that her anger was rising gave way to a stream of shock. She... She wasn't acting like she usually would. The anger rushing through her was unnatural. Yet at the same time, giving into it felt so right. Because of course she should. Those lousy people running the place had mislabeled all the clothes! She should sue them for trying to humiliate her with the way that she was forced to expose herself!

"Saeko? Are you okay?"

Saeko felt a small wave of relief brush over her as she watched the changing room curtain get pulled aside, revealing her dear girlfriend Mikai. At least, that's what was supposed to happen...

And while yes, the woman that she could now look into the eyes of... While she was definitely meant to be Mikai, what with the distinct hair... Even if the bangs were a little longer than they were supposed to be... She was definitely not the same size as Mikai, and definitely had a little more softness around the chest area...

"O-Okay?" Saeko repeated, before huffing as she pulled the dress over her head. Fumes were already starting to leak from her ears once again. "I'm okay, but this dress isn't! It's too damn small for me, and I thought I could trust this store! Can you believe it!?" Of course her wife would be there to console her when things got this bad...

Wife..? Why did it feel wrong to think of Mikai as her wife? The two of them had been together for years, and they always got their way when they were going to go raise a stink...

Mikai blinked a little before chuckling. "There there, Saeko. I'll try one out, maybe your tits are just a little too big. Watch the milkshakes next time, kay?" She downplayed it, though she could tell that Saeko was really upset about the whole thing. Especially so given that they were gonna be at a party at Charlotta's, and if they showed up in some uggo dresses...

Oh, Mikai couldn't handle the humiliation that flooded through her head. They were going to laugh and laugh until the cows came home. But that's why she was going to try them too. Just to see if it was Saeko's cowtits that were a problem. Not that hers were any better, but Saeko liked it when she teased her about those milkers of hers.

Saeko huffed as she stepped outside, gently caressing the single bun of hair behind her head. She had taken such important time out of her day to get the right kind of dress for such a special day, and here she was. Being scammed out of her money by some upstart who probably didn't know any better.

At least she could breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that Mikai was probably going to fit into it. Her fat ass was not going to be a problem given the nature of the dresses that they had picked out. What was it going to do, get wedged into that crack?

"GOD DAMNIT, IT'S STUCK!"

Saeko should have seen that coming. Mikai was a sweet woman at heart, she really was. But when she got pissed, it's like hell's hounds were set loose upon the problem. As much as she had been angry at the people running this store, heaven help them now that Mikai was the one upset.

"Just pull it out, Mikai. It's their fault for not telling us that these clothes were way too small for us." Saeko said as she pulled the curtain aside, hoping to comfort her wife a little before they'd get ready to rip the cashier a new one.

Only to pause as she saw Mikai half dressed, as she couldn't even manage to get the dress up completely given the way that the dress was wedged in between her plump cheeks. The sight of which was absolutely ridiculous, especially given the angry fumes that flooded out of Mikai's mouth...

And yet it was still also a little too entertaining. And a little too arousing. Prompting Saeko to pull the curtain back as she pressed up against her dear wife, the two women locking eyes...

Even after having been transformed into bitchy wives that knew what they wanted and knew that nobody could stop them from getting what they wanted, their love for one another was still as strong as ever. Causing the two of them to leave their anger aside for the time being...

As hot, passionate sounds of lovemaking echoed from within the changing booth. A prelude of what was to come, once they got their hands on the people that had made these damn terrible clothes...

And another sign of the mall claiming yet more victims...

---

"You still collect these, even after you got yourself bleached? I thought your emotions were meant to be stifled, Hiro. Not just put on mute."

Hiro nodded slightly as she grabbed one of the figurines that lined the shelves of the nerd culture store she had wandered into. All while her old friend, Setsuna, watched her carefully go through all these figures. "You would be surprised. They're a small sense of comfort for me. Whenever my emotions manage to spark, seeing my figure collection always brings me peace of mind."

"Not unlike what I feel from hearing Stratos' old acoustic numbers. Did you know that she managed to go pro?" Setsuna said, carefully playing with one of her silver-colored twintails. All while simply being happy to see her old friend enjoying herself, as much as she could while still ailing from her little condition. "I prefer her old sound though. Back when she was down bad and couldn't keep herself from thinking about that small girl... What was her name again?"

Hiro shrugged her shoulders as she reached into her pocket. "I never figured that out. Stratos and I never really managed to click. She was always a little too... Cool and awkward for me to approach? You saw how I dressed back then. I could've passed for a goth."

"And yet you were the nerdiest one out of all of us. I'm surprised you didn't own a pair of swirly glasses with how nerdy you were." Setsuna shot back, clearing her throat slightly. "Don't forget. Once you've recovered a bit more, and feel like you can put your entire heart into a song... We're going back on the stage. Together. Alongside that bratty boy that shot me."

"I think your audience will be shocked to see him at your side. If they even remember what happened after you turned them into Pawns." Hiro shot back, before quietly consulting the list that she had pulled out of her pocket. She had picked up a lot of the limited edition figures of the Natura Couleur, but she still needed to pick up the old Shining Aces figures that she hadn't had the chance to grab...

Especially since a lot of them were so rare and old at this point. Not that she expected to find them here, but...

"I want a Shining Ace figure... They have to have it, they said they had old figures here..!"

Setsuna blinked a little as she watched Hiro stomp the ground. Was that emotion from her dear friend? Not that it was the kind of emotion that she expected from her. Hiro was always a composed type, a real stick in the mud kind of girl. And yet here she was. On the verge of breaking a heel by stomping the ground like a brat.

"Relax, Hiro. They probably have it." Setsuna said, adding a little tune to her voice as she did so. All while coming closer and wrapping her arms around her friend. All while finding it strange. Hiro was usually taller, and yet her hands felt like they were at the perfect height for petting...

Hiro crossed her arms. "I want it... I want it, I want it..!" She cried out like a brat, unaware of her hair turning darker as she was this close to throwing hands with the shelves in front of her. She wanted the cool final form figure, not the lame figures from that lame new series. Who even liked that Lovely Dove girl, she was probably just a big stupid idiot! Nothing like the Ace that she liked!

Setsuna could definitely see that Hiro had shrunk. Yet at the same time, it didn't really register in her mind. Nor did the girl's work uniform being changed into a stock t-shirt with her favorite girl printed on the front, with a matching short pair of shorts to emphasize the painfully tight t-shirt, strike Setsuna as anything really weird.

Just as it didn't strike her as odd that her own outfit had changed slightly. Now, she was a starlet, so walking out in public in something more casual like a quick blouse and denim pants was nothing weird. Just as it was nothing weird for a Mother of One to emphasize her status, wearing such an obnoxiously thick fur coat and basically nothing underneath it. In case she ever needed to use her... Womanly charms to get her way.

"There there, my little Star." Setsuna giggled as she was this close to pulling her sweet little HIro into her fur coat and snuggling her as much as she possibly could. But she couldn't do that. Not before she had satiated her needs and whims. As a good rich Mommy should. "Let Mommy have a little chat with the cashier, and we'll get you that Clover figure."

"Ace! Shining Ace, Mommy!" Hiro huffed and fought back against her Mommy's arms. She was so smotheringly annoying too. Just because she was a big singer, she thought that she could treat her as another thing she owned. Hmph! The moment Mommy got her what she wanted, she was out of there. No way she was going to stick to Mommy if she kept on being like this!

"Yes, yes, of course my sweet little Star." Setsuna said as she sauntered her way towards the counter, not even bothering to push her shades out of the way as she came close. She wasn't going to treat the cashier with any sort of respect. They had already made her sweet little thing angry, they better not think to make her angry either.

Even if the cashier in question was a cute little thing. She was almost as cute as her brat of a daughter. If only her daughter wasn't such a little brat, perhaps they would end up being cute together.

"W-What can I-I help you with, M-Ma'am?" The girl behind the counter couldn't help but sweat a little. She had only just begun interning at this place to try and make a bit of cash on the side so she could fuel her hobby. And to then be confronted by such a pretty woman was... G-Goodness, she needed to lay off the yuri...

The silver-haired milf, a devil in her own right, smiled as she reached over and grabbed the submissive girl's chin. Pulling her nice and close so that the two could lock eyes despite the shaded glass in between the two. "My dear little Star wants a figure. Shiny Ace, was it?"

"Shining Ace!" Hiro cried out as she slammed her hands on the table. "You gotta have her, lady! You gotta! You goootta!" Hiro shouted as she glared straight into the girl's eyes. Which didn't help matters at all, because the added pressure of the brat glaring at her like that just...

It was making it harder and harder for the cashier to think straight. She did feel like the air in the mall was a little weird when she clocked in, but her mind was getting really foggy. To the point where she was on the verge of collapsing when she was being held like that.

"I-I... I don't know if we have it. B-But I could... I could check the back..." The cashier muttered, only to yelp as she felt the claw-like nails of the maternal star start digging into her chin...

"You WILL find it. I'm not about to disappoint my little Star. Understand?" Setsuna wasn't about to let HIro down. In the slightest. As bratty as the girl had turned out to be, maybe because she had enabled her so much at every single turn, she was still her dearest daughter. And she was going to make sure that she got what she wanted. "And then you'll give it to us for free. For daring to hide it in the back. Yes?"

The cashier could do nothing in response to this treatment except nod and swoon in the hands of the older woman. She also knew that she wasn't going to find it. But that didn't matter. Because she was currently experiencing something absolutely special...

Unaware that she was falling under the Mall's spell just as much as the pair, as well as the rest of the customers. Becoming complete doormats in the face of all these brats and their equally bratty parents...

As intended by the person in charge of managing the Mall...

---

"Ehe. Looks like the nice smells are doing the trick. Not like they're really getting a good whiff of them!"

A dark-skinned young woman dressed in full Atlas Corp uniform giggled as she carefully swirled a little bit of wind around her finger, all while spinning around in her spinny chair. Giggling as her green-hued ponytail started spinning along with her...

"It's an effective show of your powers, Fuujin. Not as immediately effective as Raijin's, but incredibly effective in terms of reaching a wider target audience and changing them to fit our needs. You've done well."

Fuujin giggled as she skidded to a halt, resulting in her facing the red-headed woman that she called a boss. The head of Fashion, Suzaku. "Haaaaai. But you know, Miss Suzzy, you don't need to call me Fuujin. Just Fuu's okaaaay." The windy girl giggled as she opened the palm of her hand, allowing a little bit of extra wind to swirl around inside. "Or do I need to blow it out of your ears so you'll remember to call me by my favorite nickname?"

"As bratty as the girls you've made." Suzaku commented, before coming closer and grabbing the girl by the chin. Causing her to lose control over the winds in her hand, and instead feel the warmth of the Phoenix wrap around her and make her all sorts of weak. Just like she felt when she was first recruited...

"S-Soooorrry, Miss Suzzyyyyy... I'll be gooooooooood..." She muttered in what felt like a haze. Ahh... She would looove to just experience this way, way more. Like, if she was going to just... Ahhhh....

Suzaku pinched the bridge of her nose slightly as she pulled away from her subordinate. Between her and Raijin, she was able to do a lot more personally. She could definitely burn obedience into people or swallow them whole with her flames until they were nothing but obedient cash-machines.

But this kind of subversive transformation had worked wonders. Sure, they had a bunch of Karens and brats that now needed to be tended to... But they also had a bunch of doormats as staff. They were more than ready to simply do what they were asked to do. Even if abused or used.

All of this could be put to good use in case of another invasion by that Darkness that her dear Atlas was so bothered by. Or failing that, cleansing the city of any problems. Golden Freedom was still a thorn in their side after all. Especially after Charlotta had dared try to strike out on her own.

For now though, she would stand back and watch. As the transformations continued all across the mall. As they all fell prey to the newfound brattiness within them all..

As Atlas Corp raked in the cash thanks to this cheeky little experiment...