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Patreon Prompt 89
🕑 Added 2021-11-02 21:09:36 +0000 UTCPrompt: Joker wishes for someone else takes over his role as the leader of the Phantom Thieves. He gets his wish as he’s changed into a big booty pudgy slob boy while Makoto takes over his spot.
Slumping back in his seat at Big Bang Burger, Joker couldn’t help wondering if he was cut out the lead the Phantom Thieves anymore. Their latest trip to Mementos had been successful, but it still left him weary and covered in numerous bruises. Clutching the star-shaped amulet he had taken from a defeated shadow, he momentarily wished that he could pass his job off to someone else and just relax.
Joker got to see the amulet twinkle in his fingers a moment before it became obstructed by his hands plumping up to match his thickening arms. Following the trail of encroaching fat up to his chest, he watched his shirt nearly burst part under the stress of his sagging pecs. Just as his shirt was about to tear apart, it was replaced by a much larger one in the blink of an eyes that did a serviceable job of stretching over his 500 pound gut. Scrunching up his chins to gaze upon his sudden weight gain sent a loud belch up his throat that reeked of a Big Bang Burger binging session he did not recall. Wobbling about his obese form sent out a reverberating fart from his massive ass to further stink up the booth that had the displeasure of having his body squeezed inside of it.
“There you are,” Makoto said, she and the other Phantom Thieves running over to Joker as they heard several more bouts of flatulence.
The various questions Joker had about what was going on were put on hold as he watched his friends carry over trays piled high with greasy food. Graciously accepting the unhealthy meals, he threw caution to the wind and began stuffing his face. Through his cacophony of chewing and gassy expulsions, he could hear Makoto planning out their next heist. Joker found himself more interested in the food before him. After all, Makoto was the leader of the Phantom Thieves. He was nothing more than their personal, pet slob.
