Yukari's Rules (Persona 3 Bimbo/TFMC)

Ahoy folks!

I hope all's going well out there. I managed to catch a rather nasty cold over the week, but it looks like it's clearing up at last, much to my relief. I bring it up only to remind you to not hang around sniffling coughing people unless you can't help it. Learn from my example!

In the meantime, here, enjoy a Persona 3 story that was supposed to have a rng element, but may have ended up hitting every option on the list. Oops.

See you next week!

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Yukari sighed, shrugging her coat off and throwing it onto the coat rack as she stepped into her apartment after another long day on the job. Hoo, who knew acting was such a draining gig? Especially when you were cast in an action tv show. She didn’t regret taking the role of Pink Argus in Phoenix Ranger Featherman Victory, but she really should have known that she’d be doing all of her own stunts when they asked about how good she was with a bow…

Well hey, maybe all her days working for SEES was worth something after all, huh? Spend a few years fighting for your life almost every evening, and you too could use the skills to jump from buildings and nail a target with a bow and arrow on TV!

Eh, something like that, anyway. To be honest, she really liked her job, despite how exhausted it left her sometimes. Sure, the work was tough, but it meant a lot to a lot of people – there were fans of the show all over the place, and it really seemed to bring them joy. Hey, even Mitsuru watched it regularly – though that was mainly because Yukari was one of the stars. Still though!

She’d had a run in with a fan that day at work, actually. They’d gotten the chance to play a bit role in one of the scenes they’d been shooting – one of the extras in a crowd shot. Probably chosen for her curves, if the actress was any judge. But the two of them had ended up talking during the break between takes, and they’d hit it off. The girl had just been so charmingly happy to be there – it had been hard to not get swept up in her attitude.

Though, weirdly enough, her bright mood hadn’t been because she was on the show. That had been Yukari’s first assumption, but the fan had claimed otherwise. She’d said it was because of a website – a magical one. And honestly, the actress kind of wish she hadn’t heard of stranger things happening.

But no, this girl swore by this website. Apparently she’d been really depressed for a long time, months and months. Then her friend had recommended her a site that was supposed to make her happy. She’d checked it out, and hey presto – her depression was just plain gone!

Well, good for her and everything, but wasn’t that kind of… suspicious? It had certainly snagged the former SEES agent’s attention. Sure, it was probably nothing, but she’d seen weird shadow stuff start from way more harmless ideas. It was definitely worth checking out, just to make sure nothing untoward was happening, right?

So she’d asked for the site address, and the girl had happily sent it to her smartphone, along with a giggle. Then, of course, she’d been called back for the next take, she’d put her phone away, and forgotten about the whole thing until just now.

No time like the present, though. Yukari pulled her phone out as she walked through her apartment, and opened up the link her extra friend had sent her. She was, admittedly, more curious than concerned, but hey, she was done for the evening, so why not just get on with it? Then she could just forget about it entirely.

HappyFacts.com opened up just as she sat down on her couch, a simple white page with black text on it, like something from the old days of the internet.

Are you unsure of how to make your life better? The text said. Worry not! Our website will provide you with all you need to become the happiest you can be!

Simple enough. Too simple, really. Yukari kind of had to wonder if anyone would even look twice at a site like this. But, since she was here, she might as well see what it had in store. There was a button at the bottom of the screen that asked her to click to begin, and she obliged it.

Instantly, a message flashed up on screen.

You have earned a free month of Premium Membership for using a referral link from another premium member. Please enter your name to continue.

Yukari blinked. Huh, that fan hadn’t mentioned anything about a referral, but… Okay, maybe this website was a little more sophisticated than it looked. She was a little apprehensive about putting her actual information into a random website, though. Should be fine, though – it was just her name, what could they do with that?

She typed it in, only a little wary, and hit enter. Then…

“Woah!”

Her eyes widened as the page filled with text. Apparently they could do a lot with that! What was all this… Details about her – her job, her description, her measurements?!?

“What the fuck, how did they know that?!” The brunette’s eyes narrowed as her lips thinned. She was definitely not a fan of this stuff being online. Maybe she’d ask Mitsuru to look into this one after all…

But wait. The site wasn’t done yet. There was more text writing itself onto the page, in little text boxes underneath all the details about Yukari’s life. Stuff under the header of ‘Facts’. What was it saying now?

Yukari Takeba has a compulsive need to read her profile.

What? The brunette’s brow furrowed in confusion. Compulsive need to… What? No, she didn’t, thank you. In fact, that was more than enough out of this stupid thing. She rolled her eyes and closed the page, throwing her phone off toward the corner of the couch and slumping back in a pile of cushions.

Or… Or she tried to do that, at least. But somehow she couldn’t pull her eyes off of the website, her eyes dancing as she read through all the text. Her thumb froze as she went to close the whole thing down, and her fingers categorically refused to release the phone. So instead she just sat there, reading.

Okay, now she was starting to get worried. And the next ‘Fact’ had already started typing itself out.

Yukari Takeba likes to look at her full body mirror after reading the facts in order to confirm the profile is accurate.

What? What did that even- Hey!

The actress’s confusion was interrupted as her legs suddenly yanked her up onto her feet, and she found herself marching through her apartment to the bedroom, planting her right in front of the full length mirror she kept there (hey, an Actress needed to keep an eye on things!)

This was getting pretty bad. Somehow, this website wasn’t just forcing her to read it, it was actually making her body move independent to her own desires. These Facts it was giving her – she couldn’t disobey them And now it wanted her in front of a mirror for some reason? Just what could these Facts do to her? She needed to figure out a way to break this thing’s control over her, now.

But first, there was a new Fact she had to read.

Yukari Takeba is in love with her best friend and boss Mitsuru Kirijo.

Wha-Wha-Wha-WhawhawhaWHAT?!? What the fuck did they just say? Her and Mitsuru? In love with- H-how dare they!

Hmph. Mitsuru was her best friend, not her lover. They’d been through hell together, and she knew that the redhead would always be there when she needed her, just like Yukari would always be there for her. Mitsuru was important to her, but not like that. She was kind, and sweet, and strong, and smart, and cute, and so funny, and incredibly charming, and drop dead sexy whenever she wanted to be, and actually she was just plain hot all the time anyway, so…

So…

… Oh god damnit.

Yukari pouted, her free hand twirling a lock of hair as her face flushed deep red at the thought of Mitsuru, her heart hammering. Nope, these were not ‘best friend’ feelings she was going through right now. This was more ‘head over heels’ stuff. Which was understandable – how could you not love Mitsuru? She was so amazing…

Wow, she really had it bad.

This was going to be so embarrassing to fix. Maybe she could find a way to do it without involving the love of her life… Aheh, but first she needed to find a way out of this. And before she could do that, she needed to read another Fact – damnit.

Yukari Takeba loves her natural blonde hair.

The brunette’s brow furrowed. Blonde…? Natural blonde, even? Was that possible? That would be a direct, physical change to her body. So far this website had only shown the ability to influence her mind, but surely it couldn’t actually change her, could it…?

Almost unwillingly, her eyes rose to look into the mirror – and she watched as a wave of yellow washed out through her hair, starting at the roots and rushing outwards. In seconds, her formerly naturally brown colouration was squeezed into the tips of her locks, before driven into complete extinction as gold took over completely. And even while it was happening, she didn’t feel a thing.

Even her profile had changed, now listing her hair colour as blonde.

Well, okay, this sucked, but at least it looked good on her, right? She pulled this look off pretty well! She actually loved how it’d turned out…

Wait, that was part of the Fact too, wasn’t it? Motherfu-Oh hell, there was another Fact already?

Yukari Takaba is not very smart.

Yukari’s eyes widened. Wait, wha-Oooohh…

Her eyes fluttered as her head spun for a moment, a strange sensation of sucking whirling through her brain for a moment. Like the base of her skull had turned into quicksand, and all of her thoughts were getting pulled under…

Ngh. She shook herself, trying to clear the weird haze between her ears, and only half succeeding. What had that last Fact been? Not… Not very smart? Well that was just, like, super rude of them! She was smart! She totally remembered getting good grades in, like, all of her classes…

Yeah, she’d prove it. 2 times 2 was 4. 3 times 3 was 6. 4 times 4 was 10. 5 times 5 was 50… 6 times… Uh… Well, whatever. That was good enough, right? She was totally still like, smart and stuff. Totally! Phew, that one must not’ve worked.

Giggling with relief, the blonde looked to the next Fact.

Yukari Takaba is obsessed with Mitsuru's breasts.

Uh… Huh? Ob-sess-d? Well that was a long word, geeze. What’d that even mean? And why were they talking about Mitsuru’s boobs, anyways? Sure, they were super hot, but, like…

Mmm~

A slow, simple smile slid over Yukari’s face as the thought of Mitsuru’s breasts began to dominate everything else. God, they were so perfect. So big and bouncy and sexy and wonderful. She could just imagine herself spending all day kissing and licking and nuzzling in that soft embrace…

Her thighs squirmed, her free hand dipping under the hem of her skirt for a moment before snatching back. She, like, really wanted to enjoy thinking about Mitsuru boobs a ton, but she had to finish with this neat little website first, didn’t she? Heehee, and look, it had already printed out another Fact!

Yukari Takaba speaks like a bimbo.

“Huh?” The blonde blinked at the screen. “Like, no I don’t. That’s totally wrong, dummy. I sound, like, waaay more sophisti… somistimafcaty… smarterer than that. Hmph.”

Yep. Speaking just the same as ever! Totally normal for her~ “Gawd, this website is super dumb.”

Yukari Takaba only wears skimpy clothes.

Her lips curled into a confused pout. Did she? Looking at herself in the mirror, she didn’t think her clothes were that skimpy. A nice professional blouse and jacket, along with a black skirt and sensible stockings… Totally normal stuff, right?

But then, as she stared at her reflection, that began to change. The jacket shrank away, merging with her blouse to turn into a tight tank-top, a strip of pink cloth wrapped around her chest with little more than collar straps to keep it up and in place, leaving her toned stomach completely bare. Her skirt shrank as well, turning so thin it may as well have been a belt, material shifting from soft cloth to firm leather, while her stockings lengthened and darkened, reweaving themselves into nice, revealing fishnets, even as her sensible shoes turned into black heels.

“Hey! I really liked that outfit, you meany,” Yukari grumbled with a pout, turning to the left and right to check out how her clothes looked on her now. Yeah, deffo skimpy. But she really couldn’t deny that she looked, like, super hot now, though…

No! She shook her head. She couldn’t, like, let herself get distracted! This wasn’t cool – she needed to keep resisting it. Hopefully Mitsuru and her super hot tits could fix all these stupid changes once she got out of this…

And speaking of changes, another one was writing itself in.

Yukari Takaba refers to herself in third person.

“Huh? But why would Yukari do that?” She slapped a hand over her mouth, but it was too late. Groaning, she lowered her palm, not seeing any point to trying to hide this one. “Wow, Yukari really does sound like a total bimbo now, huh?”

She didn’t just sound like one, either – she looked like a total slut, too! Ugh, this was the worst. Good thing that Fact about making her a dummy hadn’t worked, but aside from that she was on track to total bimbosville! And- And uh oh. The next Fact really hammered it in.

Yukari Takaba has breasts bigger than her head and has a massive ass.

“Uh…” The blonde eyed her reflection nervously. “Yukari doesn’t know about-Oooooohhh…”

Heat swelled up in her chest and hips, pleasure bubbling up inside her and sending her eyes rolling up in her head. Just barely, as her eyelids fluttered, she managed to watch her reflection as her breasts plumped up and her ass grew. It was like watching someone inflate a balloon – except the balloon was her.

Her pink top stretched as her tits expanded, becoming so tight you could easily see her nipples through the fabric. Every bounce and jiggle rubbed against her breasts in the most delightful way, and the pleasure was overwhelming. It was the same with her ass, her leather skirt sculpting itself to the curve of her massive cheeks with ease. She bit her lip, completely unable to stop herself from moaning.

But eventually, it was over. And when Yukari opened her eyes, her reflection didn’t hold any punches. There in the glass, staring back at her with a vacant gaze, was a big boobed, big bootied, slutty, dumbass bimbo.

“This is so totally lame,” she whined, looking at her phone again. “Is Yukari done yet?”

Alas, there was another fact waiting for her.

Yukari Takaba loves being called 'My personal slut' by Mitsuru.

“H-hey, like, leave Mitzi out of this,” the blonde protested. But even as she did, her head filled with memories of Mitsuru doing exactly that.

… After a long night fighting through Tartarus, welcoming her back to the girl’s dorm with a sultry smile and a hand on her cheek. “And how’s my personal slut feeling tonight, hm?” …

… Getting coffee together after a shopping trip, with Mitsuru covering the bill. “As if I’d ever let my personal slut pay for anything~” …

… Spending the evening in Mitsuru’s office as the redhead pulled a late night shift. “However would I keep going if I didn’t have my personal slut to keep me entertained?” …

N-no, that wasn’t… That, like… Had any of those memories ever happened? She… She remembered them so vividly, they felt so real, they made her knees feel so weak. Mm, just imagining that beautiful voice whispering in her ear, calling Yukari her personal slut… Ahh…

The blonde’s chest heaved, her tits jiggling, her thighs rubbing, her eyes half lidded as her breath turned hot and heavy. Just the idea, the thought of Mitsuru’s breath on her ear was almost too much for her sticky little brain. She could barely even look at her phone, her system was so overheated…

But eventually, her gaze was drawn back – and there was another ‘fact’ waiting for her.

Yukari Takaba loves teasing Mitsuru with her body.

“Mn!” The bimbo yelped, trying to shake her head. “Like, no way. Yukari would never tease Mitsuru… W-would never… Would never flash her tits at her wuh-when she’s s’posed ta’ be working… Yukari’d never press up against her in a c-c-crowd… rub her boobs down Mitsuru’s back… Pull her hand onto Yukari’s butt… Mhmn!” She swallowed hard. “Y-Yukari’d never ever, like, take a seat in the limo next to her and toy with her skirt, that’d be, like, sooo slutty…”

Though, despite her protests, the blonde couldn’t deny that her reflection was openly drooling at the thoughts that were now dancing through her head. Her free hand was playing with her tits openly now, and were it not for the iron grip the other still maintained on her phone, it was obvious that it would have been shoved down her skirt by now. Whatever she said, it was utterly clear that there was nothing the bimbo wanted more than Mitsuru’s eyes or hands on her body…

She could only hope, as she began to read once again, that soon these Facts would stop, and she could go get some of that for real!

Yukari Takaba is obsessed with Mitsuru's butt.

“Well, like, duh!” At this one, at last, Yukari only giggled, nodding furiously. “Haven’t you seen her? Every part of her is totally perfect~”

It was gilding the lily at this point, though Yukari herself was utterly oblivious to that. She was already devotedly in love with the redheaded CEO, already obsessed with her, with her touch, with her voice, with her scent. Her brain was already so small there was practically no room in it left, but squeezing another bit of Mitsuru lust in was just about doable.

And so the Kirijo’s behind joined her chest as the blonde’s ultimate delight – became one of the images that she clung to in her mind from dawn to dusk. Oh, the first time Yukari had seen the other woman in that catsuit of hers had nearly knocked her into a lust-ridden coma…

H-hadn’t it? Wait, no, that… that hadn’t actually happened! Ngh, it was hard, but she had to remember that she wasn’t really like this! That these stupid facts had just been twisting her, trying to turn her into some kind of bimbo slut, but it wasn’t going to work. She was Yukari Takeba, damnit, she could fight this!

Anger surged in her heart, the kind that she hadn’t really felt since her SEES days. This website had completely warped her body, her mind, and even her heart. Mitsuru was her friend, not a drop dead stunning gorgeous beauty that she’d love to spend every night with her face shoved- Ngh! Stop that. She had to bring an end to this.

Focusing herself, she slammed her eyes shut. No more facts, no more changes. And then she began trying to regain control of her thumb. She just needed to hit the power button. Close the website, or even the whole phone. That was the answer. If she could just shut it all down…

Wait… Where was the button? Why couldn’t she find it? Desperately, her thumb hunted along the phone’s case, trying to feel out the power switch, but there was nothing there. Where-

Without thinking, Yukari opened her eyes.

The button was exactly where it was supposed to be – her thumb nowhere near it. But she could barely see that, with her gaze focused back on the screen – on the new fact waiting for her.

Yukari Takeba works as Mitsuru's personal eye candy.

Eye… candy…? What? How would that even… Uh… Oohhh…

A memory unfolded in her head, a familiar voice lilting through her ears.

“I have an offer for you,” Mitsuru had said, smiling as she leaned over her desk. She’d invited her friend up to her office, near the top of the Kirijo skyscraper, and there was an amazing view through the window behind her. The one she was talking to only cared about the view in front of her, though. “One I’ve been wanting to make for a very long time.”

“Huh?” The blonde had blinked. “An offer for Yukari?

“That’s right.” The redhead nodded. “I want you to work for me.”

Well that had been even more confusing. “But Yukari already works for you, Mitsuru~” She’d giggled, thinking her love was just being silly.

But Mitsuru shook her head, chuckling. “I don’t mean as a Shadow Operative. I mean here, at my company. I’ve finally managed to arrange everything so I can have you all to myself. You’ll be on staff as my official eye candy.” Her eyes had flashed with that beautiful intensity of hers, and the blonde had nearly melted on the floor right there and then.

Though, she had had her doubts. “Are you, like, really sure? Yukari knows she’s not that smart…”

At that Mitsuru had swept around her desk, putting a finger against the blonde’s lips, silencing her instantly. “Not another word,” she’d said, trapping the other woman in her beautiful gaze. “It’s not your mind that I love you for, Yukari,” she’d explained. “It’s your heart. Your generous, kind nature. You don’t need to be a genius for that. So don’t worry about such things.” She’d leaned close. “I can do the thinking for both of us.”

Yukari’s eyes must have been glittering. “Mitsuru…”

“Come, Yukari.” The redhead had cupped her cheek, so close to a kiss. “Say yes. Be my eye candy. My personal slut, now and forever.”

There was no way she could deny her. Especially not when she was offering her everything she’d ever dreamed of. “Oh Mitsuru. Yes, I’ll totally do it~”

And their lips had met in a passionate kiss…

The blonde came back to herself with a blink, feeling unsteady on her feet. Had that… really happened? It felt so real. Like it had taken place just yesterday. It… It had taken place yesterday, right? She could see it so clearly…

No! No, it… It hadn’t! She wasn’t some slutty bimbo, she was a sensible, serious woman! An actress, a model, a fighter, and an independent woman! She wasn’t- She wasn’t Mitsuru’s pet, she was her friend! She was Yukari Takeba, not this bimbofied parody of herself! She was Yukari Takeba! She was Yukai Takeba! She was-

- Still looking at the phone. She couldn’t tear her eyes away. She could already see her profile had been edited. Her profession now read as ‘Eye Candy’. And one last fact was typing itself out in front of her.

It was… No!

Yukari Takeba has always been this way.

The words flashed in front of her eyes. Horror gripped her heart. Helplessly, she looked up at the mirror one more time, and for a second, she thought she could see herself – her real self. Brown hair, sharp eyes, normal curves, her sensible, practical outfit…

Then she blinked, and all she saw in her reflection was a busty, sluttily dressed bimbo – herself.

The blonde stared at her reflection with a confused pout, a finger pressed against her cheek. Huh. Like, why had she been so mad a second ago? She totally couldn’t remember, but it seemed, like, super weird to her. What could make her mad about this cool website? It was amazing, it totally knew, like, everything about her. How did it do that? Was it magic?

Oh well. Yukari knew she was never gunna work it out, so she just shrugged the thought off and forgot about it, putting her phone away. Then she giggled, striking a pose for the mirror to push out her boobs and shimmying her ass. She’d only come home to grab a good outfit before heading back to Mitsuru’s place to start her new job properly. She still couldn’t believe it – she got to be the eye candy of the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world! She was gunna spend the rest of her days under Mitsuru’s desk or in her bed, doing whatever her love wanted, and she just couldn’t wait!

Giggling once more, Yukari blew her reflection a kiss, grabbed her bag, and strutted off towards the door. Mitsuru had promised to take her out for a romantic dinner to celebrate the new job, and Yukari was totally going to eat her out as a thank you – and also because it was her job now, eee~

Plus, when she had a moment, she had a cool new thing to show off on her phone. She couldn’t wait to show Mitsuru this totally awesome website she’d found. It had definitely made her super happy~!

Maybe it was magic after all.