So when Ann absorbed the… thing… then she… sure did a thing on Kamoshida…
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The throne room was already falling apart.
Chunks of marble ceiling had collapsed onto the once-polished throne room floor, leaving deep craters that smoked faintly with lingering Shadow energy that were filled with volleyballs. Velvet banners hung in torn strips from cracked pillars. The massive stained-glass windows depicting Kamoshida’s twisted “glory” had shattered long ago, leaving jagged holes through which a storm-colored sky churned.
And at the center of it all sat him.
Shadow Kamoshida’s true form loomed like a grotesque monument.
His bloated, demonic body was fused with a monstrous crown, volleyball slaves tied to his belt and surrounded by a sickening number of half naked female bodies. Muscles bulged unnaturally beneath slick, red skin. His grin was wide enough to swallow reason itself.
The ruined Chalice of Impurity lay in glittering fragments at his feet, the golden vessel that had moments ago restored his health again and again.
Now it was gone, so naturally he was furious.
A thunderous spike of a flaming volleyball crashed into the floor beside the Phantom Thieves, exploding stone and dust into the air.
“DAMN IT—!” Ryuji skidded backward, boots scraping against the fractured tiles as he barely avoided being crushed. “He’s still goin’ full throttle?!”
Joker steadied himself with his dagger planted into the ground. His breathing was ragged. His coat was partly torn and one glove was missing entirely.
They had thrown everything at the monster.
Everything.
And still Kamoshida laughed.
A booming, echoing laugh that shook the throne room.
“You thought destroying my chalice would save you?” the Shadow roared, his voice distorting the air itself. “This palace is my castle! My desire is absolute!”
Another spike came down.
Morgana barely managed to jump to the side before the impact sent the other three of them tumbling across the broken room.
Ryuji hit a pillar and slid down with a groan.
Joker rolled to a stop on one knee, vision swimming.
Even Ann landed hard, trying to catch her breath as she attempted to stand.
For the first time since the fight began…
Things felt dire. Really dire.
Shadow Kamoshida rose slightly from his position, his massive hand already commanding another shadow to pass a volleyball to him.
“Round two,” he sneered. “Let’s see if you can survive another of my famous Gold Metal Spikes!”
Ann stood up again, having gotten a good distance away from the demon, whip dragging along the floor behind her.
Her heart was pounding and her mind racing.
They were exhausted. The palace itself felt like it was closing in. Every step was heavier than the last. Even summoning Personas had begun to feel like dragging weighted chains.
Then something flickered in her memory.
The Will Seeds.
The strange objects they had gathered while exploring the palace.
And the reward they had received after combining them.
Her hand moved almost instinctively to her belt pouch.
“…Wait,” she said.
Ryuji looked up weakly. “Huh…?”
Ann pulled out the ornate amulet.
It was shaped like a stylized conglomerate of skulls wrapped in thorned gold filigree. A deep crimson gem pulsed faintly at its center, like a heartbeat that didn’t belong to anyone in the room.
“We got this from getting all the Will Seeds, right?” she said, turning it over in her fingers. “Didn’t Morgana say it had some kind of powerful skill?”
Ryuji squinted at it.
“Yeah, but I dunno, Ann. That thing came straight outta this creep’s palace. You sure messin’ with it is a good idea?”
Another spike crashed nearby, sending shards of stone skittering across the floor.
Time was running out.
Morgana forced himself upright, eyes narrowing as he sensed the amulet’s energy.
“It’s safe,” he said firmly. “Will Seeds are crystallized dormant desires. Once we purified them, they became tools. If you think it will be useful, then do it!”
Shadow Kamoshida’s massive arm pulled back for another attack.
“You thieves are running out of stamina,” he mocked. “This is where your rebellion ends.”
Ann swallowed.
Her grip tightened around the amulet.
“Then we don’t have a choice.” She raised it to her chest. “This should have a potent healing spell, right?”
For a brief moment, nothing happened.
Then…The gem flared.
A deep red light erupted from the amulet, flooding the throne room with a pulse of heat and power. The thorned gold frame began to soften, to liquefy, as if melting under invisible flames.
“Whoa—?!” Ryuji’s eyes widened.
“Lady Ann, what did you—!” Morgana started.
But it was already too late.
The amulet sank into her skin.
Like warm metal turning to liquid sunlight.
It spread across her chest in glowing veins of crimson light, then vanished completely.
Ann gasped.
Heat surged through her body.
Not just warmth, power.
Raw, overwhelming power.
Her entire being felt… Supercharged.
That's when red light pulsed from Ann’s body like a living heartbeat.
At first it was subtle, just a tremor in the air, a ripple in the cracked marble beneath her boots.
Then the ground groaned.
Joker blinked hard, trying to steady his vision.
“Ann…?”
She was taller.
Only slightly at first.
Her heels scraped against loose stone as her posture shifted, spine lengthening, shoulders rising. The glow around her intensified, outlining her figure in molten crimson.
Then she grew again.
And again.
Within seconds she was already towering over Joker and Ryuji, her shadow stretching across the shattered throne room like a spreading tide.
“Whoa… She’s… Is she getting bigger?!” Ryuji shouted, scrambling backward.
Shadow Kamoshida leaned forward from where he sat, eyes widening, then slowly curling into delight.
Ann’s body continued to rise.
Her legs lengthened with impossible grace. Her waist drew upward. Her silhouette expanded, gaining presence, mass, authority. The air itself seemed to compress around her growing form.
Her outfit strained as her proportions shifted dramatically, curves amplifying as if fueled directly by the palace’s distorted desires. Right in front of everyone, her boobs started to inflate… hard. Bigger and bigger, almost unreasonably so.
Kamoshida’s laughter boomed.
“Ahh…! So that’s it!” he roared. “You were always desperate for attention! You’ve finally chosen to become what you were meant to be. Then come here, my trophy! Come to me and we will rule together!”
Ann didn’t answer.
Her breath came out in heated bursts as power surged through her veins.
Her heart pounded louder than the collapsing architecture around her.
Another pulse of red light exploded outward.
She grew again.
Now she was nearly half the height with the monstrous ruler himself.
The throne room trembled violently.
Chunks of broken pillars began to slide toward her feet as if pulled by gravity that belonged only to her.
Shadow Kamoshida rose halfway from his seat, massive tongue lashing out with grotesque eagerness.
“Come on! Come here,” he sneered. “Let your king take a closer look—”
CRACK!
Ann’s whip snapped forward like lightning.
The impact thundered through the room as it smashed against his extended tongue, sending the giant demon reeling backward with a howl of shock and pain.
Yet in her raging response, the whip recoiled and also managed to smack her own backside.
The sudden pain made her twist her stance and then the very next moment, she felt another surge.
Her hips shifted.
Her center of gravity dropped.
Power gathered again, this time in her ass and it was not holding back. It was so much heavier this time. So excessive.
Her lower body began to expand with unstoppable momentum, thighs strengthening, stance widening as the palace floor splintered beneath her.
“W-what the hell…?” Ryuji whispered.
Ann was glowing brighter now.
Not just glowing, but absorbing the light around her. In fact, it was like everything around her was drawn towards her.
Broken “sexy booty” pillars shaped like warped trophy girls slid across the floor and dissolved into streams of red energy that spiraled into her body.
Volleyballs burst apart into sparks and were absorbed.
Loose rubble lifted into the air and melted into light.
Even fragments of shattered chandeliers were pulled into the crimson storm swirling around her.
And if anything, absorbing all those things made her grow even more than before. Even faster and taller than before. Even more absurdly voluptuous.
When Shadow Kamoshida finally steadied himself, clutching his injured tongue in disbelief…
Ann was already as tall as he was, and still rising.
Her head brushed the vaulted ceiling.
Then pushed through it.
Stone cracked.
Light poured down from the storm outside as her form surged upward into the open sky.
Twice his height.
Three times.
Four.
Five.
Each pulse of growth shook the palace to its foundations.
Her presence became overwhelming, colossal curves silhouetted against thunderclouds, hair flowing like a banner of rebellion. The throne room shrank around her until it felt like nothing more than a fragile stage beneath a towering figure of living power.
Shadow Kamoshida could only stare.
For the first time…
His grin faltered.
Ann’s body radiated an almost divine intensity now. She was so vast, radiant, and impossibly imposing. Not to mention bustier than anything anyone had seen before. And her ass was also absolutely first class. And those thighs…
Those thighs…
She resembled less a human and more a goddess given form. Honestly more like a persona than a human. A towering embodiment of desire stripped of distortion. Of beauty that could no longer be controlled.
The red glow reached its peak.
Debris swirled in a violent orbit around her before dissolving completely.
Then—
Silence.
The absorption finally slowed down as the light slowly dimmed.
The ground stopped shaking.
When it finally ended, Ann stood there like a living monument, her colossal figure dominating what remained of the ruined palace.
Far below her…
Shadow Kamoshida looked small.
Yet his face had changed once more. This time, a look of pure desire.
And who could blame him. Ann looked like a sexy goddess fantasy dialed up to 11.
His jaw hung open. A string of drool glistened in the stormlight as his eyes traced the impossible scale of Ann’s transformed body, the vast silhouette framed against swirling clouds, curves so enormous they made the castle itself look like a toy model.
For several long seconds…
No one said anything.
Even the wind seemed to pause.
“Woah,” Ryuji muttered from somewhere in the rubble. “He’s… Uh… He’s not even fighting anymore.”
Shadow Kamoshida finally spoke.
“…Magnificent,” he breathed.
Ann blinked down at him.
“…What?”
“You’ve surpassed even my wildest expectations,” the demonic king declared, clutching his chest dramatically. “Such presence! Such… Overwhelming assets! Truly… You were destined to stand beside me!”
He wiped his mouth, still gazing upward with absolute fixation.
“Tell me… Will you be my queen? If it's what you desire, I can promise to spare these fools' lives in exchange for your eternal loyalty."
Joker felt his brain stall.
Morgana’s ears flattened.
Ryuji made a noise somewhere between choking and laughing.
Ann slowly crouched down.
The movement alone caused a shockwave of wind to roll across the shattered throne room. Loose banners whipped violently. Dust spiraled upward.
Her gigantic face lowered until it filled Kamoshida’s entire field of vision.
She reached down and pinched him between two fingers like he weighed nothing at all.
Shadow Kamoshida dangled helplessly, and somehow still did not look away from her chest.
“You know,” Ann said thoughtfully, tilting her head yet her eyes were completely cold, “That’s a very tempting offer.”
Kamoshida’s eyes sparkled.
“I knew it—!”
“But,” she continued casually, “I think I’d need some time to think about it.”
His expression froze.
“Eh?”
Ann smiled.
“In the meantime,” she said, “I think you should learn what it feels like to be stepped on by someone else.”
Silence.
Kamoshida blinked.
“What?”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Ann said brightly. “I can help you with that.”
She lifted him slightly higher.
Then glanced over her shoulder.
“Actually… Since you seem to like my ass so much…”
Ryuji’s eyes widened.
“I’ll do you one better.”
She let go.
Shadow Kamoshida plummeted.
He smashed back into the throne room floor with a thunderous crash that sent cracks racing in every direction.
He barely had time to wheeze…
Because Ann was already moving.
Her colossal form straightened.
Then she jumped.
The entire palace seemed to hold its breath.
And then—
KABOOM!!!
Her landing was less an impact and more a natural disaster.
A titanic ground-pound that obliterated the throne room in an instant. Stone vaporized. Pillars exploded outward. Floors shattered like glass beneath an unstoppable descending weight.
She crashed through one level.
Then the next.
Then the next.
Each impact echoed like thunder through the hollow body of the palace as she plunged downward in a cascading collapse of marble, velvet, gold, and shadow.
Far below, what had once been the Demon King of Lust was reduced to a flattened smear of defeated ego and broken tiles.
The final crash at the very bottom sent a plume of dust erupting skyward from the castle’s foundation.
Above it all…
The storm went quiet.
—
“…You are saying,” Sae Niijima said slowly, pen hovering over her notebook, “That your friend’s… Rear… Became so large that she smashed through an entire building.”
The interrogation room lights buzzed faintly.
Joker stared at the metal table.
His reflection looked back at him. There he was, still tired, still bruised. And now, also a lot more uncertain.
“That’s how I remember it,” he said.
But even as he spoke, doubt crept in.
“At least… I think I do…”
The memory felt vivid.
Too vivid.
Like a dream that insisted on being real.
Maybe it was the drugs.
Maybe it was exhaustion.
Maybe it was… something else.
Somewhere deep in his mind, a quieter voice whispered that perhaps this version of events said more about his own desires than about what truly happened in the Metaverse.
Joker exhaled.
“…Honestly,” he admitted, “I’m not sure anymore.”
Sae studied him for a long moment.
Joker wasn’t sure that was really what happened, but one thing was for sure. If it was real, it must have been the funniest and sexiest thing he had seen in a long while…