Queen's Size [Persona BBW/WG]

“Here’s to another successful heist!”

The Phantom Thieves has gathered once again to celebrate their latest victory. All the battling that went into one of their missions was certainly tiring, so they always looked forward to the ritual feast that followed. As they went after more targets, they found themselves growing stronger and completing their missions much more quickly. Their feasts had only grown more numerous, and their toll was beginning to become more apparent on the figures of the group’s girls.

It had been Ann’s turn to choose where the group would be eating. They all knew about the twintail-sporting blonde’s sweet tooth, so it came to no surprise when she had announced that a pastry shop was their next destination. The look in her eyes when they had entered the shop was nothing short of amazement.

Ann began to dig into her large slice of cake. The soft, spongey treat was coated in layers of frosting, making it especially sweet. Her mouth was watering with each forkful she brought to her lips.

“Jeez Ann, that’s an awfully big piece.” Ryuji teased. “If you keep eating like this you might get fa- “ The bleached blonde quickly found a slap barrel across his face. “Ow...”

“Not cool, Ryuji.” Ann scowled. She had put on a bit of weight since joining the group. It seemed that most of it had found its way to her chest. Her belly had grown a touch softer as well, but she was a prisoner to the sweet flavor of her favorite treats. Thankfully, things hadn’t changed much with her modeling agency, so she was still getting regular work.

Sitting across the table from them was Futaba and Haru. Despite being the two newest members of the team, they two had gotten caught up in all the feasting. The redhead hacker’s once baggy clothing now fit her perfectly. Her bespectacled eyes stared down a plate of fudge brownies. Haru too had grown about as fluffy as her fluffy light brown hair. The tights clinging to her legs seemed tauter with each passing day. On her plate were some creme-filled pastries begging to be eaten, at least in her opinion.

To their left sat Yusuke and Morgana. The blue-haired artist seemed more interested in sketching out the contents of his plate than he did eating himself. As for Morgana, he didn’t seem to have much of an appetite either. Then again, being a black cat meant most human meals weren’t his speed. Occasionally, he was lucky enough to find that the restaurant served fish, and on those days he was more than satisfied.

Finally, across from the non-eating duo were the pair who had become somewhat of a couple since the group had formed.  The first was their leader with the messy black hair, “Joker”. Each member of the group had adopted a codename to use during missions to conceal their identities, and Joker was his. Leaning against him was Makoto, who wasn’t enjoying the feasting quite as much as the other girls. The short-haired brunette was a bit more self-conscious about the effects their excess eating was having. Out of the four girls, she was easily the lightest, though her once flat stomach now had a light layer of pudge coating it. A piece of cake significantly smaller than Ann’s sat before her.

“You shure you don’t want any more?” Ann asked her, mouth still full.

“N-No, I’m good.” Makoto sighed. Bringing another forkful to her mouth, she couldn’t deny how delicious it was. Determined to keep her will strong, she casually pushed her plate away as soon as the last of her slice had been eaten.

“Good stuff, right?” Futaba licked her lips. “Nice pick, Ann.”

“Yeah, I agree.” Haru piped in. “I may have to get this place to cater some events~”

“Who’s ready for more?” Ann asked, returning with another large slice for herself.

“I think I’m good, tha- “ Before she could finish, Joker had placed another slice in front of Makoto. “Oh, uh, thanks…” She accepted the cake, though she wasn’t entirely thrilled about eating it.
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Makoto tried her best to close the door quietly behind her. She could see that her sister was already home and didn’t want to deal with confronting her. Their latest celebratory feast had run a bit longer than she had expected. It probably didn’t help that Ryuji’s choice in restaurant had been a ramen shop outside of walking distance.

As she tiptoed through the darkened house, a light suddenly flashed on. Her sister Sae was casually sitting down in a chair, lamp chain in hand.

“Oh, h-hi Sae.” Makoto gulped. “You’re home early...”

“Yeah, quite a surprise for me.” The grey-haired prosecutor’s job left her incredibly busy. It was rare for her to score a night like this. “Out eating with those friends of yours again?”

“Of course not.” She lied, trying to hide the tiny broth stain on her white shirt. “We were studying.”

“Were there a lot of snacks there?”

“A few, maybe...” Images of the large bowls that had sat at their table filled her head. “It’s not important, ok?”

“Alright.” Sae couldn’t help but notice how her sister’s weight had increased since she had started hanging with her new friends. Then again, she was still the smallest out of all the other girls...

“I should really get back to studying. This one is going to be a pain in the butt.” The brunette rushed towards the stairs, said butt doing a decent amount of jiggling among other body parts. She at least felt safer in her room, away from her sister’s judging eye.

Now having breached 200 pounds, her self-consciousness was taking its toll. Her will was a bit stronger seeing as she hadn’t blimped up like the others, but she still wasn’t happy about it. As class president, she felt like she had to set a good example for the student body. Her own “student body” wasn’t exactly up to the standards she felt she should reach. She could only imagine what they must’ve thought of her. Her sister clearly noticed and was grilling her on it. And what about her boyfriend?

“He must think I’m some kind of pig...” Makoto thought, her eyes slightly teary. She just had to find out.
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The brunette nervously sat in the student council room. She swore she could feel herself sweating bullets as she waited. Makoto had asked him to meet her here. At the very least, this was a spot they’d be able to talk in private at.

“Ugh, what can I even say to him?” She tried to run the words through her head over and over. No matter how many times she recited the script, it just never sounded right.

Her self-loathing was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. It was Joker. He quickly took a seat at Makoto’s side, comforting his obviously distraught girlfriend. Something about his quietness and warm touch helped to clear her mind a bit.

“Th-Thanks for coming.” She blushed a bit. “Well, I’m not exactly sure how to say this, but uh, have I gotten a bit...fat to you?”

The bespectacled boy tried to look away. He didn’t seem to want to comment on this one.

“It’s true. All this feasting has turned me into a whale. It’s okay, you can just say that you don’t find me cute anymore.” Her eyes welled up a bit.

He tried looking away even further, but to little success. His eyes kept drifting towards her larger form. A blush had appeared on his face.

“*sniff* Wait, you...like the way I look, don’t you?” She had calmed down a bit. Makoto hadn’t expected this kind of a twist even after running so many different scenarios in her head.

His response was simple. He placed a kiss right on her lips. She kissed back, embracing the shaggy-haired boy. Joker’s hands slowly slid down towards her tummy, giving it a soft rub. Makoto pulled back, still very self-conscious about it all.

“L-Listen,” She said, bright red, “I don’t think I’m ready to accept all this. I know the other girls don’t really seem to care much, but there’s part of me that is still holding out, you know?”

He backed off a bit, giving her the space she needed.

“M-Maybe there is something you could do...” She thought for a moment. “Maybe you could change my cognition...”

As Phantom Thieves, the places they visited were less physical and more metaphorical. They traveled to places created by people’s thoughts, feelings, and desires in order to change their evil ways. With their powers, Joker might’ve been able to change Makoto’s perception of her body into something more positive.

“Don’t worry about it being unethical. I want you to do this, it’s okay. Plus, you can always undo it if something goes wrong, right?”
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“Wow Makoto,” Ryuji was shocked, “your picks are usually a lot more...conservative.”

When her turn had come up next, the brunette had opted to pick the large, fancy buffet that the Thieves had visited before. However, she had never been a fan considering the sheer volume of food it involved. This time was different. Call it a “change of heart”, but she was in the mood for a good buffet.

“Guess I’m just looking to celebrate a bit bigger this time~” She teased.

After Joker’s little excursion, Makoto had done a complete 180 on food and her body in general. She now embraced it all, allowing herself to enjoy herself during the victory feasts like all the others. Consequently, she had quickly gone from the smallest of the four girls to rivaling Ann as the largest overall. Her fat had deposited itself in a mostly balanced manner leaving her a butterball overall.

“Sounds fine to me!” Ann replied, pointing toward herself with her thumb. Unintentionally, it had pressed itself into one of her large breasts, which had only kept growing meal after meal. The rest of her body wasn’t far behind either.

They all sat down to eat, their plates piled high with all sorts of food. There was a little something for everyone at the buffet. Ann was still picking out sweets as usual while Makoto had opted for different meats. Even Morgana was happy as he was able to grab some fish.

The girls dug in like there was no tomorrow. Futaba’s belly seemed to ooze a bit further out of her shirt and onto her lap with each plate she cleared. Haru’s tights were already starting to show a bit of wear and tear despite only being a week old. All the chaffing and rubbing her thighs did against each other had worn them down, and the damage was very plain to see when she sat. Other patrons’ eyes seemed to wander over to their table, completely baffled by the sheer gluttony on display.


“Mmm, schooo gewd~” Makoto cried, her mouth still full. She had grown quite accustomed to eating big meals like these. The brunette wasted no time in eating her way across the different sections of the buffet. Her plush body leaned against Joker in a cuddling embrace as he gave her bloated gut a good belly rub. She was in heaven.

“Man, why don’t we come here more often?” Ryuji asked. “The food’s great and we all love it.

“*Mmph* Because it’s expensive.” Futaba replied, mid-swallow.

“Oh, right...”

“Well, I could probably help cover the costs.” Haru piped in. The heiress did have quite a bit of money to spare, so what harm could come from spending a bit on her friends?

“Really? That’s great!”

Thus, the group took a momentary break from all the eating to plan out their next visit.
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LeBlanc was quiet for the most part. The cafe’s regulars were content, sitting around as Sojiro, its owner, helped tend to their orders. The fragrance of coffee had filled the air that night, carrying itself throughout the restaurant. It had event managed to travel upstairs into the room Joker had been staying in since arriving in the city.

It was up there that the two lovebirds were hanging together, watching a romantic movie on the futon and cuddling. Makoto nearly overflowed her section of the furniture, almost enveloping the shaggy-haired boy within her massive frame. Morgana had been watching too from the bed, though the cat had quickly dozed off, tired out by a long day’s work.

The two had spent the better part of their Valentine’s Day together. They had visited a couple romantic sights, though Makoto needed frequent breaks from all that walking at her size. There was no shortage of pit stops for food either, allowing the growing girl to get her fill. Even then, she was still snacking as the movie continued, working her way through a large box of chocolates. As was tradition in Japan, she had been the one to buy him chocolates. However, her hunger had gotten the best of her and she had begun eating them herself. He didn’t really mind it. She could eat a few...or all of them.

As the movie came to an end, the two lovers turned their full attention towards each other. They stared deeply into each other’s eyes for a good while, holding hands. Then, Makoto made her move. She leaned right into Joker, nearly enveloping his thin frame completely with her massiveness. Her large breasts strained against the chest of her teal coat as she leaned, the only spot still buttoned on the garment. Pale belly flab spilled onto Joker’s lap.

“Thanks for all your help~” She whispered into his ear. With that, she planted a kiss directly onto his lips.

The romantic moment was short lived, however, as the futon began to struggle beneath the odd weight distribution Makoto had caused. The whole thing came down with a thud, causing the brunette’s body to completely cover up Joker. Morgana jumped up from his sleeping position on the bed, shocked by the tremor. The noise even caused some confusion downstairs for Sojiro and his patrons, but they quickly shrugged it off and continued about their business.

She quickly tried to pick herself up, struggling a bit thanks to all her weight. Joker was just happy to breathe again after having been smothered under her chest. The two of them just looked at each other for a moment, then laughed it off.

“Hope Sojiro won’t be too mad about that…” She giggled, her fat face wobbling in the process.