#muse: futaba sakura

[gluttonemporium]

So shocked by the consequences in her lapse of judgment, Haru hardly even had time to struggle before Morgana’s lips wrapped around her pillowy doughball of a gut, her tight-clad couchfilling asscheeks wobbling limply out of the drooling, expectant mouth of the ravenous catboy as his tongue probed at her navel.

Apart from Haru’s formerly steady supply of high quality tuna, all of Mona’s previous “meals” had been notably bland and unpleasant—maybe something to do with the attendants’ unique physiology? The doughy burger heiress was rightfully in a league of her own though—decadent flavors, fitting for a girl who boasted one of the most luxurious guts in all of the Phantom Thieves—exploded in Morgana’s mouth. That was without even mentioning the texture—like the finest steamed bao bun, an irresistible pile of squishy girlmeat flooded Mona’s salivating maw, expanding out his cheeks—why hadn’t he just done this sooner?!

Ironic that the girl most willing to abet Mona’s newfound gain and “imprisonment” of the Velvet Wardens would become a prisoner of his belly herself—Morgana beginning her term with a single, echoing GULURK that sent the bulging form of the flabby heiress sliding down the tight confines of Morgana’s throat and into the expectant cell of his already gurgling belly.

Haru’s sheer mass bulged out Morgana’s already near-room filling gut as if he had gulped down a huge, soft canon ball—the impression of her worried face and beach-ball belly visible for a moment as they pushed out from beneath the wobbling walls of catboy blubber before the recoil of the movement elastically sunk her back down with a squelching GLURT! Mona lazily erupted into a wet, bassy, “HUUUUEEEEUUURREELCH! Settle in nicely Noir, you were delicious!” and patted the spot Haru had pushed out, as if thanking her for this great meal, his gut rippling at his touch.

Inside, Haru gasped as her saliva soaked curves were finally released from the wet, constricting length of Mona’s throat and deposited into his belly. For his size Haru had expecting a bit of a fall but found none, her prodigious mound of an ass releasing a CLAP as it collided with and sank into something oddly wet, soft and giving—like a waterbed. Before Haru could theorize what this surprisingly comfortable spot she had landed in was, it vibrated beneath her, rippling her fat a little as a smooth, cold voice rung out, “Urk—I understand that it’s a tad cramped in here, inmate, but please refrain from sitting on my belly.” Haru squeaked in surprise and tumbled forward, off of the smooth swell beneath her and onto the “floor” of Mona’s gut where she could just barely make out the three attendants the ravenous catboy had gulped down before her—two half-pint, double wide couch filling girls she knew as Caroline and Justine, and one she didn’t recognize, about Haru’s height albeit not quite as rotund. “Serves you right for not even bothering to try to rescue us this whole time you criminal scum!” Caroline belted out indignantly, her gut and asscheeks wobbling as she shuddered with frustration. “In fairness, Caroline, it is doubtful that any effort she could have mounted would have been successful—we’ve attempting to free ourselves, but these stomach walls seem to be able to deform and absorb any blow.” Justine replied plainly, running a gloved hand over her own wobbling ball of pale belly dough, “The hunger has certainly not helped, though.”

Her sister’s logic still didn’t seem to calm Caroline though, as she pointed an accusatory finger at the giggling Elizabeth, “Well maybe we could’ve had a shot at escaping if she wasn’t so relaxed about all of THIS,” to punctuate her statement the angry warden girl jabbed a flabby arm into the belly wall beside her, the rubbery prison briefly engulfing her fist and shooting outwards before springing back into place.

“MEEEUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP! Settle down in there girls!”

The walls vibrated with intensity as Mona’s belch rung throughout their gastric prison, his muffled voice audible beneath his room-filling gutfat and incessant hungry gurgles. Haru sighed, accepting that she might be here for a little while.

Some time later, Futaba arrived on her own usually scheduled trip to the “Mona Room.” The flabby NEET couldn’t help but notice the catboy’s ocean of flab filling up even more of the space than usual—inky rolls nearly cresting the ceiling as the usual bulges and gurgles wobbled and shuddered throughout the massive needy belly like waves. Chalking it up to the passage of time and Haru’s various gifts to the greedy catburglar, Futaba merely waddled toward the inky room dominating mountain of catboy belly ahead of her, her own growing curves wobbling tantalizingly—double rolled gut completely exposed and clapping against her shaking, treetrunk thighs that popped and oozed freely out of her black tights, “Heeeey Mona! I’m ready to knead this huge katamari ball of a belly again, how’re our favorite inmates in ‘The Mona Room’ doing?”

GRRRROOOUUUURRRRMMMMBLE

Futaba’s entire body jiggled as the mass before her growled enough to send ripples throughout its surface—inky rolls quivering like a cup of water in Jurassic Park!

“OOOOUUUUURRRPacle! They’ve—mmrph—actually been aAAAAUUUUURRRP—little more active than usuUUUEEEERRLCH!” Mona could hardly speak at all without being interrupted by more wet, gassy lip-flapping expulsions as he blearily rubbed what he could reach of his gut—though he couldn’t help but catch a glance at Futaba’s pillowy, jiggling form as he did so—had she gotten fatter too?! The fat cat sucked a bit of drool down with an audible GWUUURLP, attempting to play off his apparent distress… and hunger at seeing yet another delectably plump girl.

Futaba snickered, “It only figures that they’d try one more All-Out-Attack, too bad your belly and my rubs are way too strong for them! Now, what can I do for you?”

If anyone would have a grasp on what kind of beings inhabited his belly, it would be Morgana. These so called "Rulers of Power" had settled nicely into his belly kingdom, and they haven't made any serious attempts at escape! Honestly, it got him doubting whether or not their titles were all they were cracked up to be...

Elizabeth could be excused, since she seemed to not mind being submerged in cat fat for a great deal of time! A bit strange, considering she was a good deal stronger than her other "roommates"... but what excuse could Caroline and Justine possibly have? The two rotund twins could at least put up a decent fight if they flexed a fraction of their power... but the most they were able to do was make these angry imprints! Did they forget their own strength in there, or...

Meh - doesn't matter. Mona was fat and happy, all filled up with all the girl meat his heart could want! Haru had been a welcome addition, with her taller frame and more gravid belly compared to the twins, so the cat thief was on Cloud Nine. Housing such powerful entities and good friends, fueling his belches and stomach gurgles to their utmost limit - it was all the greedy catboy could ask for~!

"Goddamn, you get fatter everytime I see you." Futaba stated bluntly, with no self awareness whatsoever. Her hand sank a good two feet into the bulk of black furred blubber without resistance, despite being packed with multiple people. It was easy to hide someone like Haru under so much fat...

"Nice to see you too, chubs." Mona returned fire, eyeing up the NEET's generous body. Seriously, how can junk food alone fuel such a succulent figure?! Morgana had to resist the urge to swallow her down right now, since there was always an upside to her visits. "Yeah, these three are real rowdy today. Dunno why, their home is as luxurious and soft as ever! Mind talking to them and getting them to settle, please? I can't think with all this belching~..."

So now he was hiding how many people were in there? Oh, he was getting too full of himself... heh.

[beautyxofxdestiny]

what kind of tragedy are you?

Self-Inflicted

you were given the choice to live, a thousand times over, and yet you never choose it. not intentionally, oh no, you didn’t know it was a grave you were digging. but with every turn, you were twisting the knife deeper. every decision doomed you more. had it been anyone else, they would have made it. but you? you are so perfectly you, there was no escaping it. the true tragedy of it all, is how preventable it was.

Tagged by Stolen from: @epitomees

Tagging: @goddessofpathos @aikidoheroine and anyone else who wants to do this

[virtuousfuta]

‘Nude Beachgoing’ (for Futaba) - @marukyustrxptease (Makoto)

Send ‘Nude Beachgoing’ For our muses to go to a nudist beach. (Still accepting!)

Futaba hummed happily as she and Makoto had arrived at the beach, and walked over a vacant spot that the two could set up at. Followed by setting up her stuff, and looking to Makoto. "I'm actually glad we gave this a try. A nice, warm, and clear sky. The relaxing sound of the ocean waves and cool breeze from the wind. That and the only suit you need to wear is the one you got for your birthday."

[lookingcoolakira]

persona 5 royal, but in which akira is self-aware. aware that he is a puppet on a string bound by another human of some other realm. he notices there are times in the day where he is alone, empty, with nothing controlling him, like in the mornings or afternoons while he is at school. during other times, however, he has no control over his own existence. he opens his phone to see text messages from ann, ryuji and yusuke. he wants to give yusuke some space after everything he's been through. he wants to see ann because she's been lonely. his fingers type a reply to yusuke instead. he listens to what his friend has to say, but he only has two or three thoughts in his head to say in response. none of them sound like something he would say on his own, but yusuke seems happy enough. they are closer than ever before.

akira wants to do his own thing in the evenings. he'd rather be alone after that very stressful experience. but yet again, he is taking a train to kichijoji, only to have akechi say he is busy and can't see him. akira walks away and watches akechi stand outside for hours, never moving. he chooses to play darts with other people, yet he is not throwing of his own accord. he has never played before. how does he get a perfect score? he does not want a relationship with his own teacher. he is too young to even think about it. yet he finds himself accepting, even though that is the last thing he wants.

he is aware that in the metaverse, the control over him tightens to unbearable levels. he can't even move my himself, being dragged along by fate as he attacks shadow after shadow, even when his injured body is being dragged along by this mysterious force. he gets struck by a shadow. he feels his body falling. of course he's angry that he died, there is so much that needs to be done in the world, but he is free from that demon at last. maybe his next life will be his own, he'll be in control like he was before he moved go yongen-jaya for a year.

he opens his eyes in a saferoom. he hears queen talking with oracle about their next move. they had this conversation before, way back before joker began to get so reckless. crow looks at him strangely. no one else notices. before joker can say anything, he is being dragged towards the door, and everything begins again.

[oraclememehacker]

"Please don't hit on me I will cry."

[beautyxofxdestiny]

"I know... I think I always knew, but I wanted to believe otherwise... That belief died with him..."

Futaba turned around to face Akechi, glaring at him from behind her glasses. She'd known this was coming sooner or later, and despite the terror she now felt inside, she did her best to maintain her composure.

"I don't even need to ask what you're doing here, do I, Crow?"

@beautyxofxdestiny​ asked: “do you think even the worst person can change…? That everybody can be a good person, if they just try?”

“No, I genuinely believe some people are way past redemption.”

Was he talking about himself here? Most likely.

“Believing everybody can just change and be a good person is foolish, in my opinion.”

[blubberymuses]

Bed-bound neet who's beyond addicted to fast food. Good thing she has a certain empress as a friend! Everything her belly ever needs just a phone call away!!

[mikanlardyclinic]

Can we check in on Futaba?

Beep beep beep beep!!!

"h..hnngh.. H..hrluuuk!!! M..muuhre.. D..drink.."

The vats her feeding tubes were filled with lard and energy drinks destroying the poor neet's heart even more with the high salt they had.. Yet she couldn't stop she can't stop chugging them..

BLOUSH.. FRRRPFFLTBTTSLLUUOSH!!

Another barrage of waste assaulted her walls the posters of her favourite animes and figures of games.. They are all slowly covered with her waste.. And yet she continues to chug..

[marias-island-of-visitors]

Gift Teasing (Open Starter)

Futaba was snickering softly to herself as she looked towards her phone. She knew she could make her silly little reindeer outfit sexy if she tried hard enough. And here she was showing off the goods like no one's business. Now was the ultimate test for the perverted shut-in. She got into her pose and snapped the picture, making sure she got it all right before she sent both it and the caption to her girlfriend. She could already imagine their face when they opened it up and saw her cute self showing off the goods. She leaned herself back in her seat, her fingers wrapping around her cute small cock as she waited.

"Hehe I bet she's so embarrassed right now, probably freaked out and dropped her phone~" she snickered and moaned slightly, waiting to hear back from her love.

[gluttonemporium]

Even as she leapt into action there was an unavoidable gnawing feeling in the back of Makoto’s head compelling her not to try pulling Haru out like this, that there must’ve been a safer and more efficient way, and that being a strategist she could easily figure it out—but, unfortunately or unfortunately, the voice urging Makoto to save her friends from becoming wedged in that greedy, squishy cavern Futaba called a navel.

Makoto thanked her commitment to training (and her allowance of some frequent snacks to give her a booth filling ass that was heavy enough to act as a wobbling anchor) when with a lurching, wet “POP” Haru’s own prodigious rear emerged. The doughy burger heiress’ soft, beach-ball sized asscheeks clapped against each other from the force of Makoto’s yanking and wobbling like gelatin, totally sweat slicked from the rolling pale folds of Futaba’s gut—the white, glistening tummy flesh morphing around the rest of her struggling form like a huge pile of putty, unwilling to relinquish its latest catch.

Inside the compressive, humid space of Futaba’s “belly cave” Haru was doing her best to maintain her own rescue effort amidst her rising sense of panic—holding tight to whatever she could reach of Sumire’s mammoth thighs and relaying words of uncertain encouragement that were tragically lost beneath the deep, shuddering

GWURRRRRMMMBLES and GLOOORSHes that filled their ears. While Haru’s rescue effort made a little simpler through Sumire’s sheer size, it was complicated by the torrent of gamer girl sweat which now drenched both of them like glazed Christmas hams. At the same time, another part of Haru began to understand a little bit how Sumire had been coaxed in here to begin with—while undeniably a tight fit it was hard to say that it was completely uncomfortable, even with her pillowy beachball of a gut compressed tightly against the rest of her body—the soft, squishy walls of Futaba’s fatty tunnel made Haru feel as if she were tightly wrapped in a cushiony duvet of dough—a sweaty, gurgling duvet. In a certain way it was almost like Futaba was giving her a hug, just a particularly possessive hug with a vacuum like pull that seemed intent on rhythmically slurping her deeper and deeper in, almost like the peristaltic movement of a gut.

Sumire unfortunately didn’t share the same sentiment—slipping deeper into Futaba’s navel meant that even her one solace in kicking around her tree-trunk thighs and double wide rear had been restricted, the gymnast now being reduced to a state of near motionlessness as she sank further and further in, wet SHLRT by SCHLRT, the words of her friends growing more and more faint beneath the mountain of blubber compressing her body on all sides while the groans of Futaba’s guts only seemed to get louder—almost roaring with a bassy RRRRRUUUUGGGRRRMMMBLE that shook Sumire’s cheek as her face was pressed tightly against the rubbery walls of Futaba’s navel—the gymnast would’ve shouted but she wasn’t even certain if she could be heard over it all anymore.

Despite everything Sumire’s unintentional captor was doing whatever she could to free her accidentally trapped friend—even if she still couldn’t shake just how good having a huge squirming mass of girlflab careening ever-deeper into her sensitive guts felt. Futaba grimaced as she squeezed whatever she could hold of her sweaty rolls and pulled in timing with Makoto, yanking against her navel’s greedy vacuum seal on the girls, turning her stomach into a sloshing, jolting mountain of activity that looked like a pale, mattress sized water balloon. Thankfully all the time the bloated NEET had spent playing rhythm games had paid off—it almost felt trivial to match Makoto’s tempo, even if she didn’t think she had the STR stat required to overcome her navel’s tenacity, with Makoto’s help, they really may just beat this raid boss!

CRRRRREEEAAAAAK

Unfortunately, the table Futaba had been resting her belly on had other plans.

Overburdened by the activity and the combined weight of one extremely tubby gamer girl crammed full with two other extremely shapely gals, the table’s legs lost their battle with gravity and crumpled. The sudden drop yanked Makoto off of her feet as the greedy, wobbling mound of sweaty NEET fat billowed outwards with a squelching BWOORROOULLLSSH, before bouncing back elastically as the shock of the impact transferred throughout its rolls, fat almost immediately folding over most of the stern girl with a slimy squelch.

SQUEEERRRLCH

In a single slimy instant Makoto’s vision went from the grimacing, oddly flushed face of the bloated NEET as seen over the moon-like swell of her flabby, sweaty dome of a belly to the black, cushiony pillows of Haru’s enormous wobbling asscheeks while the tight, gurgling, pale abyss Futaba’s navel pushed her head deeper down into their velvety embrace from above. The force of the fall was enough to torpedo Makoto and the rest of the girls far deeper into the gamer girl’s depths with another wet, Futaba-belly trembling SLUUURRRCH such that only Makoto’s lightly kicking leather boots remained exposed out of the folds of the now booth-filling belly. Haru yelped as Makoto’s face was sandwiched between her pillowy (and pillow-sized cheeks) and inadvertently loosened her grasp on Sumire’s thigh—her hand sliding helplessly along its length until she finally regained her grip at the very bottom of Sumire’s shoe—the gymnast immediately having been sucked that much deeper by Futaba’s greedy navel siphon.

“AAAAAUUUUUOOOOORRRRRP!”

Still reeling from the impact Futaba couldn’t help but let out another wet, window-rattling belch again from all the stimulating activity on such a tight, sensitive space—how could any of this even be happening right now?! The overfull NEET almost didn’t care at this point, her brain completely flooded with the sensation of three huge, soft warm piles of flesh being squeezed by her greedy belly button—and bloating out her pale “present sack” of a gut to an absolute mountain that she could hardly see Ann’s deeply concerned face over! Makoto’s light kicking right at the mouth of the greedy valve was hardly enough to even jostle her flabby mass now—it just felt like someone teasing her needy pit with a feather—Futaba’s stomach churned angrily—GROOOOUURRRRRMMMBLE—she couldn’t succumb but she so desperately wanted the rest of Makoto inside of her!

Ann simply stared back at the grossly navelly engorged girl in front of her in despair. Things had been looking perfect, they nearly brought Futaba’s tummy back down to a manageable size and saved their friends, but now their best shot was filling it out to a size bigger than the fatty fashionista had ever even seen it! Was Ann really going to have to be the one to fix this—to just reach into that absolutely quaking, gurgling boulder of pastey gamer girl dough that filled an entire booth and then some—and potentially get stuck in there too?! This was all without even mentioning what a trip through Futaba’s sweaty navel would do to her carefully maintained makeup and hair—oh who could possibly save her?!

As if responding to Ann’s mental plea, her ever-faithful knight’s ear twitched. Awoken by the intense commotion from the table breaking and subsequent schlurping of Makoto, Morgana bounded downstairs his own tubby potbelly wobbling with every step. As the chubby catboy laid eyes upon Makoto’s boot peaking out of Futaba’s flabby, shuddering folds he almost had to grab his jaw before it hit the floor in shock—but soon thereafter his heroic, tactical mind sprang into action. Procuring a length of rope from his belt, Morgana secured one end to a support beam and the other to his tail. Turning to Ann, Morgana did his best to put on a brave face, one hand sinking into his own doughy hips and the other patting the (comparatively) meager bowling ball of inky fat that was his belly, “Fear not Lady Ann! I know just how to gulp—I mean grab them all up and save them!”

Their best chance at success had sunk down the peachy dark void of failure! Makoto's strength and tenacity had earned her a spot alongside Haru and Sumire as the unwilling explorers of Futaba's deepest dungeon!

All of them - especially Makoto - had been so sure that she would succeed. Surely, with Queen's ample bottom heavy figure and strong grip, pulling her teammates to safety would be simple? But her enemy, the NEET's neverending pit of a belly button, clearly had other ideas...

O-okay, Futaba was torn between two extremes right now! Half of her brain wanted them to succeed, and rescue the curvy girls from never being seen again! But a not-so-small part of her mind also wanted them gone, to max out this feeling of incredible fullness she was feeling~...

But thankfully, a hero had appeared to rescue them all! Morgana had stirred from his slumber thanks to the table shattering, and immediately gathered what was going on. All on his own, he planned out a rescue mission to retrieve the three doomed teammates from certain engulfment.

"Don't weep for me, Lady Ann! I shall return soon-!!" He cried dramatically. With his tail secured to a sturdy post, Morgana felt confidant. Surely Futaba's ever-hungry vacuum couldn't contest with this? It was with this confidence that Mona dived headfirst after Makoto's still visible feet-

SQUOOOORRRLLCH~!

A sound like a plunger filled the room, as the tubby cats figure disappeared alongside Makoto's feet! Seems the dive had been enough to send Makoto in all the way - and now everyone but Ann was submerged in pure gamer fat on all sides. Futaba panted on the floor, unable to get up and give any meaningful help with everyone tucked completely out of sight! She felt... so... stretched out-!

Meanwhile, Ann had been standing there without lifting a finger so far. Well, if Morgana had been so willing to save her from the same fate as the others... surely she's got to help him out a little bit! Her look of horror changed to a determined pout, as the fashionista lunged for the rope that Morgana had tied to himself. It was securely tied to the support beam, after all, so surely there wouldn't be any danger in pulling on it? The thicc figure of the blonde girl heaved back with all of her might, putting all of her weight on the rope like Makoto did to try and aid her sinking friends...

But wouldn't it be a shame... if the rope Mona tied wasn't as secure as he thought? If the shock of the situation had caused him to rush a bit in an attempt to spare Lady Ann the effort?

Unbeknownst to her, the knot tying the lifeline to the outside world began to slip... slowly... steadily...

[beautyxofxdestiny]

Futaba should really avoid trying to hack into G-Tech. It's a BAD idea. But it's so secretive!

"That sounds like a challenge to me."

[virtuousfuta]

‘-Oh’ (for Futaba) - @marukyustrxptease (Kasumi)

Send ‘-Oh’ For the sending muse to walk in on the receiving muse masturbating. (Still accepting!)

Futaba was in her own little world as she stroked herself off. To where she forgot that Kasumi messaged her earlier that she was coming by. Jumping a little and moving her hands to cover the member between her legs when she walked in on her. Face turning pinkish-red as well as she looked at Kasumi. "H-Hey Kasumi. W-What's U-up?"

[jcurneysend]

"NO WAY-!"

Futaba dashes over, and makes a dramatic stop- this tech store had it! The graphics card she needed for that mmos new graphic update!

...Still, there was a crowd. Where Futabas face showed joy, she began to tense and take a step back, growing a bit spooked.

[oraclememehacker]

"You think you have it tough? Imagine never being able to see Sojiro again after failing him and being corrupted further than you already were...no curry for me ever again."

[etherbonded]

👀 and 🍨!

MUSE TALKS ABOUT MUN (me!!) // accepting!

👀 Do the mun and you get along? 

" This is a REAL funny way to introduce me 'n all but I was just about to full combo a song Sumire hadn't yet! ...But uh, for the most part yes we get along. We especially agree on the fact we can't stand certain foods and textures. "

" I think actually Eden gets along with the majority of us, the only ones who may not get along with her all the time would be Shin and Metsu. ...To explain it, they don't exactly hate her, they're just fairly picky. "

" PFFFT, prickly, yeah. That's one way to say it for sure, but nevermind that, she does care for them a lot. And believe me, although they're more quiet than other muses it does not mean they're far from her mind."

" ...I mean I can't say these brats are wrong as much as I want to. "

" ... " It's silent agreement on Jin's part.

-

🍨 What is the mun’s favorite ice cream flavour? 

" Eden's favorite ice cream flavor fluctuates depending on their mood and how picky their taste buds are being that day, buuuut their current favorite is Neapolitan! They're a sucker for the stuff hehe. "

[blubberymuses]

If Futaba could have any of the other phantom thief gals as her personal feeder maid, who would she choose?

"C-Coohnshiihdeehriihn' AAnn aand MmmooooOOOURRRPpp!!~ M-Makoto areeh de oohhnly onesh lehft'sh w-whooh... mmmpfh.... caahn mohveh s-shoohmeehwhaaht'sh.. wheeeeeze..... eeaahshiihly... AAnn?" The neet would reply about the blonde plus size model who weighed half as much as her.