Footsteps echoed down the cavernous walls of the endless subway that made up the Prison of Acedia, otherwise known as Mementos; a Palace that was made up of the collective hearts of humanity, their wishes twisted and given form within the darkened tunnels, crawling with Shadows and lined with rusted chains and bars reminiscent of a prison. It would take ages for a person to travel through the entire system on foot, and if the distance wasn’t enough, the dangerous Shadows would make short work of anyone unlucky enough to be caught alone and on-foot…like the young man clad entirely in black stylish attire, slowly making his way down the tunnels, on the alert for any Shadows lurking in the dark.
Joker had hoped to find Morgana and the rest soon, Mementos had proven itself a tricky place to navigate. The layout of the place changed on occasion, making it impossible to map the place. The Phantom Thieves were on their way down yet another stretch of unending tunnel when the Palace had decided now was a good time to change itself, changing and falling apart as Morgana tried desperately to outrun the growing abyss behind him, tires screeching as he went.
Luck apparently wasn’t on their side though, right when the crew had thought danger was behind them, Morgana was sent flying as the railway beneath him began to rise and warp into new shapes, sending the Phantom Thieves tumbling round with Joker being sent flying right out of the side doors, the last thing he saw before darkness consumed him were the faces of his comrades looking back at him in horror as their leader fell out of sight into the gaping darkness of Mementos, unable to stop as the changing tunnels once again threatened to swallow them whole.
Waking up in a daze finding himself all alone in an entirely new portion of the Palace, Joker had set off at a steady pace, sneaking by Shadows and avoiding suspicious places that gave off an ominous aura as he navigated Mementos’ daunting subway with nothing but his Persona to defend himself with. Granted, most of the Shadows here were easy enough to handle, but he’d been forced to confront one or two exceptionally powerful ones. If this kept up, he’d be out of steam sooner or later, easy pickings for the Shadows that eagerly awaited their chance to take down the Phantom Thief.
Joker however, was certain he would be able to find his way back to the main group without much trouble. After all, they had Futaba on the team to guide them along. Sure, Mementos was an ever changing hellhole of endless subway tunnels but he had complete faith in the team's Navigator and her abilities. Even Morgana had vouched for her talent. Turning his mind back to the task at hand, Joker continued making his way through the darkness, unaware of how badly he’d underestimated Mementos and the many dangers that lurked in its depths.
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Joker wiped another trickle of sweat that bled down his pale forehead, his steps were slower, his movements lethargic and his eyes unfocused as he continued down yet another stretch of tunnel, the eerie silence around him interrupted by the occasional ambience of chains clanking about indicated he was nowhere closer to finding the team.
Although he didn’t want to think about it, hours had passed since he’d set off once more after reassuring himself he’d meet up with the rest of the Phantom Thieves. He’d spent those hours warding off Shadows and walking through the same redundant tunnels and connectors. For every Shadow that he couldn’t hope to defeat, Joker burned more and more of his energy as he focused on running for his life, eyes darting left and right as he made sure not to trip on the railway or a piece of debris. It was exhausting and Joker wasn’t sure he could pull it off if the next Shadow that chanced upon him was stronger than he was.
In his daze however, the thief hadn’t realized his surroundings begin to change as he made his way down this new section of the Palace; thick pulsing veins of crimson began to line the walls and thick splotches of black goo lurked in the corners and edges like collected dust the further he went. By the time Joker had looked up from his stupor, he’d gone too far to make it back, thinking he’d be better off continuing down the tunnel rather than waste his energy making a loop…if the place began to change again he’d be in deep trouble.
The moment Joker took his next step however, the place seemed to spring to life around him as if he’d triggered an alarm; the inert black goo staining the floors, walls and ceiling rushing forward and piling up around the intruder. Not even getting the chance to yell or fight back, the exhausted leader of the Phantom Thieves vanished under a pile of goo, his pure white mask being knocked off as a falling gooball from above swallows his head.
Unable to fight back as the goo began to restrict his limbs, Joker fell backwards onto the cold floor of the twisted subway with a wet splat as nothing more than a blackened silhouette, his entire body coated over with a shiny layer of the ominous slime as it ate away at his clothing, leaving him naked and vulnerable.
Struggling to break free, all Joker could do was tremble and shift in place as the slime forced him into a fetal position, crushing inwards on its hapless prisoner as the formerly thin yet muscular build of the captive Phantom Thief began to pulsate and warp. Fear and panic allowed for the goo to mold Joker however it wished, his crumbling will and already exhausted body were no match against the entity that inhabited this particular section of Mementos, its red veins beginning to crawl across the surface of the cocoon as the Shadow poured into Joker’s squirming body.
Beneath the goo, Joker’s skin had been rendered soft and hairless as it worked tirelessly to alter his form to the Shadow’s liking; shortening limbs, widening hips, fattening thighs, a plump rear. All of it made the malicious entity giggle with delight as it continued to pour its way into the new vessel still struggling in vain, his muffled cries of pain and anger were music to its metaphorical ears. Seeing the powerful human brought to his knees, unable to do anything as it changed him, it made it feel so good!
Joker blushed as he felt a tingle down between his legs as his member suddenly sprung upwards, punching a tent into the black goo that held him prisoner. Unknown to him, the Shadow that was seeping into his consciousness had begun to affect his body directly as he changed further into a suitable vessel. Its perverse thoughts polluting his own as his mind began to fill with images of raunchy perversions where there was only panic and confusion before, starring him and the people he’d met in his life; from being in bed with Ann to doing unspeakable things to Kasumi…only as time went on, his vision began to blur in the haze of thoughts as his body continued to change, the small mound of budding breasts beginning to grow larger across his now lean chest, free of pesky muscle.
As the fog in his mind cleared, where he once saw the plump rear of Ann bent over in front of him, he was now leaning forward looking at a mirror, long locks of silky dark blue hair at the corner of his eyes. He gasped before screaming out in an entirely different voice as he viewed his reflection displayed in the mirror before him.
Instead of the dashing young man with a messy mop of hair he’d seen many times in the morning to brush his teeth, there knelt a buxom babe in her early twenties, clad in nothing but lewd lingerie that did little to cover her curvaceous form and pearly white skin. Intentional gaps in the underwear exposed her perky tits and the fat pink nipples at their tips.
The Shadow snickered as it watched the newly transformed woman looking around the dark void she now found herself in. Dominating the human’s mind had been childs play, inserting the deviant thoughts of all mankind’s wishes had been even easier. The soon-to-be-vessel had spent so much time around captivating women but made no effort to get closer to them, preferring to be some stoic nobody who showed no interest in women…it was time it showed some ‘perspective’ to the blind man. If he experienced first hand the joys of womanhood…then maybe he’d learn to loosen up a bit. Smiling, the Shadow began to focus its energies once more on her victim, looking back to the mirror once more.
As Joker ran her eyes over her new mental image, pangs of lust and pride began to run through her, snuffing out the initial bout of panic and fear Joker felt just moments ago. The very thought of regaining her former male identity soon began to grow distant. Instead, Joker found herself more concerned with how proud she was of her own body; how her hair glistened in the light, how good her soft supple skin felt as her rosy lingerie rubbed and chafed against it, how her plump perky tits enticed the hearts of men as she began to recall memories of having her sensitive assets squeezed and played with during her many nights with her boytoys.
Joker felt herself grow moist as her hands began to wander on their own while continuing to lose herself in her new memories, skimming the tips of her hardened nipples as she ran a hand down her lithe body, imagining an invisible lover by her side doing the same with his big manly arms, before coming to a stop on her warm thighs as she glanced down at her dripping snatch, a trail of fluids connected between her lower lips and a growing puddle on the floor. Playfully scratching her cheeks with a slender finger, she giggled as she imagined herself being taken by a worthy man who could fulfill her every need, unaware that the Shadow was about done with wiping Joker out of existence, replacing his very essence with that of its own as his new identity continued to indulge herself in wanton lust, uncaring as her memories of Joker were pushed aside and overwritten.
Back in Mementos, Joker laid still as he remained trapped within his own dwindling mind, his eyes glazed over right as his new set of breasts hit maturity, the heaving masses accentuated by the dim light reflecting off the black goo still coating his body as flesh and fat finalized themselves in new positions across Joker’s feminized body, the only hint that remained of his former manhood being the slowly receding rod poking out between the plump and slender legs that twitched ever so slightly as he continued to revel in his new memories, unaware of how different he now looked in reality.
As if signifying his defeat, Joker’s member spasmed as it came for one last time, releasing his load all over him as his own body purged itself of his semen, his own mind now empty and ready for a new occupant. All memories of the individual known as Joker had been devoured and consumed by the Shadow now sitting alone in the newborn girl, ready to make her so much more than just an empty husk as it began to alter her further; adding in some personal flair as her hair began to grow longer, the silken strands dyeing themselves a brilliant shade of purple as a tail popped into being above her plump ass alongside other inhumane additions
Moments after the last changes settled, the black cocoon began to warp and stretch as its occupant rose to her feet, immense strength tearing apart the seemingly impervious hide of the now inert goo as she stretched her arms and let out a drawn out yawn. Moments ago, the gooey trap held the leader of the Phantom Thieves, now as it fell apart, the one to emerge was an entirely different being altogether, no longer human as if the furry paws tipped with sharpened claws and the fuzzy pair of cat ears atop her purple mane wasn't enough of an indicator.
The young woman’s almond shaped eyelids opened wide, revealing feline pupils that darted to and fro as she explored her surroundings with curiosity, laughing with satisfaction as she looked down, paws running over her soft and sensitive form, enjoying the feeling of her new body, finally having obtained a physical form for the first time in its long existence. The sensations of her claws poking and rubbing against her sensitive skin were new, foreign and most of all, pleasurable. It would take a bit of time getting used to this but she was liking it so far.
Right as she was about to send her eager fingers plunging into the aching void between her legs however, her ears twitched and her nose wiggled as she caught the scent of a group of humans, their echoing footsteps resounding in her ears as they entered her domain.
She could feel their anxiety, their fear, their hope. That somehow, their fearless leader was at hand, unharmed and ready to rejoin their ranks. The catgirl came a little as she held back a laugh, her ominous voice leaking out in a giggle as she imagined their faces when they found out their precious Joker no longer existed, smiling ditzily as a heart shaped tattoo reminiscent of the Ace of Spades formed over her blushing cheeks.
She did so want to eagerly test this body’s sexual aptitude and push it to its limits, but that would have to wait. For now, she had guests to entertain. She had to get herself cleaned up though, her inner thighs were still stained with cum and she was butt naked, she couldn't show them all her goods right off the bat now could she?
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It had been little over five hours since the remaining members of the Phantom Thieves had lost sight of Joker, the unfortunate man falling off into the void as Mementos reconfigured itself. Deciding to search the place using Futaba’s navigational abilities, the crew had managed to slowly track down his position, closing in on him as he seemed to do the same.
Things seemed to be looking bright for the Thieves, that is, until they began to see red veins and black splotches of goo beginning to line the subway walls ahead of them as they got closer to Joker’s supposed position. These usually heralded the arrival of a penultimate Shadow that had control over a specific section of Mementos, and facing one alone was tantamount to suicide.
Sensing that thing’s could go wrong for their lone leader, the group quickened their pace, but made sure to remain stealthy. It would be bad if the Shadow’s living here caught on to their presence and swarmed in alongside the stronger one as they made their way deeper into its territory, noticing the veins and goo increasing in number.
“There! He’s right ahead of us, just a little more round the corner!”
Futaba’s whispers only fueled their hope as they approached a bend in the subway tunnel, the sound of a single pair of shoes clacking off the cement floor turning their slow and steady pace into a brisk jog as they hoped to see Joker round the bend, a smile on his face.
What they saw though, ground the team to a halt as they all stared dumbfounded at the petite, young woman dressed in nothing more than a cute corset and fancy top walking slowly towards them as she emerged from the dark, prompting Morgana and Ryuji to look away in a hurry, a seductive giggle emanating from the half nude cat girl slowly approaching them, unabashed by the fact her privates were showing, a neat bush of purple pubic hair lining her crotch as the girls in the party glared at her in a mix of uncertainty and disgust. They only served to turn her on even more as the approaching woman licked her soft lips, her eyes narrowing with glee.
As she came closer into the nearby lamplight however, the thieves quickly entered into a combative stance as they glimpsed her inhuman features; from the long fluffy tail swaying down past her wide hips to the furry pair of paws in place of human arms, thick sharp claws as dark as night emerging slowly out of the soft underside. Was she the Shadow running this place? They’d never seen one like this before, usually they would’ve come under attack by now, but this one seemed almost…human in it’s mannerisms.
Instead of the attack they were expecting, the catgirl Shadow simply laughed, going down onto all fours as her bosom jiggled and swayed with her momentum. Stretching and purring like a cat would, before reclining on her soft belly, using a single paw to lean her head on as she stared at the party in amusement.
“Aww, why so defensive? I only wanted to have some fun with you guys~”
She was waiting for the moment their Navigator would finally come upon the realization that her senses were telling her their leader was right there. But it seemed like they were taking their own sweet time. She scratched away at her chin as her ears wagged to and fro, listening in to the conversation the group thought she couldn’t hear.
She stared coldly at the one she remembered as Ann from the memories of her host, it was taking a lot of restraint for her not to pounce and rip her to pieces after she heard her refer to her as ‘slut’ for the fifth time. She’d show her the meaning of that word if she survived. Maybe she'd use her as a gift for a certain Shadow she knew if she could find her in this accursed place.
She perked up as she finally heard Futaba begin to stammer, rising to her feet slowly and stretching her paws as she heard her deliver the news to the rest of the party. Smiling in ecstasy as she took in their gazes; a mix of sadness, horror and fear, she panted as she felt herself grow moist between the legs once more, maybe she could take Morgana or Ryuji in as pets…that way she could satiate her earthly desires whenever she pleased…that was of course, if they could survive her rending claws and swift kicks.
It was time to play.
THE END