Jobelette - [Early Access] Makoto NijimASS

SERIES: Persona 

MAIN CHARACTER(S): Makoto Nijima 

MAIN KINKS: Ass expansion 

OVERVIEW 

Perhaps testing out a fresh drug in the middle of a train wasn't her best move, but the testing must go on. Even if it means making an erotic fool of herself before the eyes of hundreds. 

Apologies in advance that this one is way shorter than normal.

--Start-- 

Experimental Female Hormone Drugs for my new guinea pig. Please, do not use this in a public place. There's not supposed to be any adverse visual effects when consuming but you never know with something like this.  

Staring at the bottle in her hands and its note, Makoto sighed. Just the perfect reminder to read with time running out to try it in the first place. Takemi expected results stat, a woman of little patience and many ways to make you squirm in a pinch, something the student council president knew all too well since replacing Ren as her guinea pig lab rat. That goth doctor had some serious issues to work out, only some of them relating to medicine. 

Still, staring at the label brought her no comfort. Refuse to try it now and risk being let go from her part-time job or consume to see what happens. Based on its description mentioning female hormones, Makoto winced at the idea of a worst-case scenario – she had a mass amount of pride to upkeep! Going around humping anything that moved in a public place wasn't her idea of making others proud to know her or a good way to keep out of prison.  

"Nghh... this is why I usually don't put these things off! Had I just taken it at school... well, actually, that might've been even worse... i really should've chosen a safer part-time job." Makoto whined to herself staring down at her destiny. One pill alone would change it for the better or worse, but Takemi desired her to chug down its every content. 

So, with her hands tied, the brunette brought it to her lips and downed every last pill. A few gulps of water later meant no turning back, already spreading their chemical formula through digestive tracks. Makoto felt instant regret and sent the bottle into the desolate train tracks before her, never wanting to stare at such a risk to her ego again; littering could not compare to whatever this thing could do to her. 

To take her mind off the drug performing its duties, thankfully, her train arrived at last. Her along with many other hundreds shuffled inside and began a frantic rush for seats. The young and fit held hostage by the old and frail peer pressuring them into waiting for their snail-like speed to cross the treacherous journey inside under the allure of respect. Makoto had no time for that and snubbed an empty one herself, taking out her phone to pass the time; social media, consumable videos, anything to distract from what was currently eating her body for breakfast. 

"Huh. I'm just being silly... all this worrying, but nothing has actually happened yet. Perhaps sis is right when she calls me a worry wart..." The brunette muttered to herself, swiping away at her screen. "I better let her know just in case, though. You never can be too careful." 

Dear Takemi. I hope this message finds you well. 

In the last few minutes, I ingested your drugs. I will keep you posted on the results and ask for help if needed. However, for the moment, things are fine- 

NNNGHHH!!! 

But the young president never got to hit send before a warmth rushed through her trim figure. As advertised, womanly hormones burst to life from head to toe and left her craving someone to rail her five ways from sunday right here and now before the eyes of everyone else, but a feeling able to be kept under control for now. Makoto crossed soaking legs and hid a bright blushed behind shaking hands, already repenting her stupid idea to do this at the core of a train cart. 

But, biting her lip, she found the true party to only just be getting started. Sitting in a plush seat, a rarity for public trains, she felt something; a certain warmth emitting from below her, as if the seat itself had heating properties. Yet, touching it with shaking hands brought nothing but an eerie chill shooting back up to a brain overloading. Only when she planted her hand back down to her glutes did the dots connect, met with total dismay. 

It was her ass that was scorching hot. 

Not only that, but growing by the second. 

Humanly impossible but undeniable. Planting both hands on a backside concealed by a school skirt proved that beyond any shadows lingering in doubt, moaning under hasty breathes as she felt its pudgy curves expanding into her very palms. Only a few seconds later and she had no choice but to pull back.  

"No, n-no... NNGHH!! I-I thought about... m-maybe having some cranial desires, but... wh-why is this happening?! My... M-My butt is... growing so big!! NNNNNNNNNNNNGHH!!" She whined, muttering under shallow wheezing. 

And it didn't seem to stop for a long time. Her fate hung in the balance, protected by one meagre skirt that too lost the battle against her rotund behind. Plump plapcheeks surged outwards centimetres at a time, small intervals adding up over time until panties resembled more of a thong. Her pale ass ate it up for breakfast, dining on her pride to wash its sumptuous taste down a cruel throat. Makoto could only jitter in place doing her best to hold together as the seat became her bitch.  

The other Phantom Thief girls had always complimented her on her back areas. From firm scapulas to a snatched waist that had men and women alike drooling at school by Ann's, to Futaba calling out her well-built backside during rides in Mona at the worst of times exploring Mementos, but now? If any of them saw her now, they'd be unable to keep their hands out of dripping wet panties at one glance. Makoto sure couldn't, anyway. One hand traced her seeping wet snatch many times over just to pull back like a coward before committing, afraid of what others around many thought of her. Pulled back to the matter at hand by another surge from her butt, she felt obligated to leap upward and investigate the matter. Only once staring down at the lavish living space did she understand the seriousness of her situation – a full ass imprint taking up a large chunk of its core left at her presence. 

"O-Okay, I think... I think it stopped!" Makoto stood like a deer in the headlights, refusing to move a muscle and draw anyone to the dire situation. "M-My panties and skirt remain intact, thankfully... nnghh... I-I'm such an idiot!" 

At last grinding to a halt, Makoto stuck a hand around her backside to inspect the damages. Only a few seconds into her grant investigation pulled up some roots, finding a dramatic difference in challenge to wrap her hands around each plump cheek now compared to before. Then, fingers traced her bare ass that turned panties into lacy fabric trapped between an enormous bubblebutt dominating her skirt and threatening to peek from the bottom at any moment. It mustered the strength to come close, Makoto biting her lip at a breeze down south. 

From what used to be pure muscle, something else took over. Not fat nor flesh, something entirely. It bounced at her touch, shook at the slightest prod, and made itself a rather domineering clapping sound when both connected. It was as if her body had spouted its own perfect personal pornbrained plapcheeks for her to mess around with, and that she did. Despite deep-rooted allegiances to respect and public decency, the rotting girl could not help but sink both hands back into it flesh and lose herself in its wobble. Biting her lip and rubbing meaty thighs together was the least she could do. 

Really meaty thighs. Only then did it register than those had swollen outwards as well to match; two pillars holding her up on a pedistool of shame, at least double in size at their largest to whatever puny nonsense lived there before. 

"This isn't so b-bad... sure, it's going to be hard to explain to sis and the others later, but I don't mind the extra presence. Just as long as it-" 

NNNNNNNNNNNNGHHH!! 

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHH~! 

"Wh-Why'd I have to speak...?! No, n-not... not even more!" 

But now was too late to quell her thoughts, for her bottom barrier was en route to public embarrassment once more. Makoto hid her face like an embarrassed child once her perfect pornpudge gripped around the base of her skirt. At the back, it now stuck out like a sore thumb that continued to grow despite her best wishes; caught between what to pray for in the first place, for more or to calm back down to the lower half she came to know so well. Right now, the brunette held her breath and dared not let one peep fly free of an otherwise drooling mouth. 

"T-Takemi...!! You have a lot to answer for...!!"