DLC CHEAT CODE

COMMISSION STORY
BY CHALDEACHANGE

“Heeeeeeeey~! Why don’t you buy the Expansion Pass for me?
Hey! Hey! HEEEEEEEY! Ignoring me isn’t going to make me
go away, you know!”

“I know that, but a guy can dream, can’t he?” I really wasn’t in
the mood for the antics of the nekomata floating over my head. I was at
my computer doing work, so of course she had chosen now of all times
to make her appearance. Well, no, it was more likely that she had
intentionally chosen a moment that I was busy to approach me so that
I’d be annoyed enough to give her what she wanted. “First of all: I
don’t know what you’re talking about. Second of all: don’t you
have world bending powers? Why do you need me to buy you
something.”

I hadn’t even bothered to look up at her and had just kept typing away.
Whether or not she had my attention certainly didn’t stop her from
answering all of my questions, though. “You know? The DLC pack
for Persona 3 Reload or whatever! I want Episode Aigis!”
Again, this didn’t make a lick of sense to me. There wasn’t much she
couldn’t just steal. “I’m trying to go on the straight and narrow,
you know? My game collection is all stuff I bought with
money!”

Hisa? On the straight and narrow? That was news to me, and since she
didn’t work, I could only assume the money was stolen somehow. “And
so, you’re asking me even though you know I haven’t
purchased it myself for the same reason?” The Expansion Pass
for Reload was kind of a rip off. If you wanted Episode Aigis alone, you
were forced to purchase the entire pass which included a bunch of
cosmetic DLC that no average player was going to use. They just bloated
it to drive up its cost, and then didn’t give you an option to buy what you
wanted separately.

Which was certainly scummy in a market that seemed to get scummier

ever year.

“But you can squeeze it, right? You’re just being cheap! Come
on! For once I’m asking you for something nicely as your
daughter!” Her words made me sigh. She would pull the daughter
card when she wanted something. She never seemed to care about that
when she was manipulating my body and mind for her own amusement,
but the second she needed something? Kids, am I right? “Pretty,
pretty please!”

There were definitely risks involved depending on the answer I gave to

her here. If I told her no? There was a high chance that she would take
her frustration out on me somehow. But that could have been the point.
I didn’t really believe for even a second that she intended on doing
something the correct way when she had the means to cheat her way
into anything she desired. She just wanted to hear a ‘no’ so she could
coax me into whatever else she had in mind.

“Dang! You really figured it out!? Maybe I need to be less

obvious…”

I finally stopped typing. “What did I say about reading my mind

without permission?” Not that I had expected her to listen in the
first place, but I definitely felt vindicated in my assumption that she
wouldn’t in the first place. I finally glanced up at her to see her floating
upside down with her face pointed down at me, just inches away. Did
she realize how creepy she was coming across just hanging there like
that? “Who do you have in mind today?” Not that she usually told
me her plans beforehand, but I knew well enough that I was powerless
to stop whatever she was scheming.

“It isn’t really a who am more like a what, I guess?

Technically? But hey! Let me send you off with a fun little
word!”

“PERSONA!”

The last thing I remembered before everything went dark was Hisa’s
index finger reaching down to poke me in the forehead as she shouted
that familiar word. It was the name of the iconic video game series, of
course, but also what the protagonists tended to shout when
summoning their Personas. Was she planning on turning me into a
Persona character, then? With the conversation we’d had before, that
definitely felt like the most likely outcome, and my surroundings when
the light returned lined up with this assumption.

“This is the Velvet Room?” Specifically, the blue tinted space was the
same Velvet Room from Persona 3 Reload. It was an elevator rather
than the limousine of Persona 4, or the prison of Persona 5. I almost
expected Igor or Elizabeth to step out of the shadows to greet me. But
that didn’t happen. I was completely alone, even if the room wasn’t
empty. There was a small table in its center with what looked to be a
single cigar on it. Even though I didn’t smoke, I could tell that much.
But I could also tell it was comically large. No human would be smoking
that without dying in all probability.

But why was it there? Was it some kind of clue Hisa had left? I couldn’t
think of any Persona characters that smoked cigars, much less one that
would have been relevant to the Velvet Room. “Of course she could
just be baiting me.” Have me expect one thing just to hit me with
another. She’d also said I was becoming a thing and not a person, which
also didn’t really make much sense.

Yet, anyways.

“Ugh— Yep.” It seemed that, for a change, Hisa had opted to not erase
my memories of my past experiences and transformations at her hands
for this one. Typically, she did it to make the changes more ‘fun’ for her
to watch and would often let me live out a full life in that new form
before rewinding the clock and returning the memories I had lost back
to me. It was always disorienting and, on some level, infuriating to find
out that would I had believed to be reality had been nothing but a lie she
had concocted.

I couldn’t possibly begin to fathom why she hadn’t opted to go that same
route on this particular occasion, but a sharp inward tug that more or
less left me winded and gasping for breath for a singular moment. In a
related phenomenon? My shirt seemed to blow open and hang loosely,
and my pants and underwear ended up just slipping right off of my hips.
I didn’t need to bat an eyelash, much less question what all of this
meant.

All of the excess weight on my body had been culled away.

My full, more obese figure had been returned to something much

healthier, albeit one without much muscle to it since I wasn’t fit either. I
wish she’d just let me be this thin normally… But she had a thing about
not letting me ‘cheat’ to get into better shape. In terms of small
comforts, at least my black t-shirt was so big now that it hung to the
peaks of my thighs, but those thighs… Where had my body hair gone? I
guess it made sense, however. A woman of effervescent beauty needn’t
have any excess hair! Was… that true? Even if it was, why would I be
thinking it?

“Hisa! Just what do you have in mind for me here?” I barked,

looking around the room for her even though I knew deep down that she
likely wouldn’t respond. As I looked about, however, my gaze eventually
fell on the gigantic cigar on the Velvet Room table again. And from that
moment on? The thought of it didn’t leave my mind. Even though I had
never smoked before in my life, and even though I was an avid anti-
smoker.

Hm… The taste of that between my lips…

The thought – or was it a feeling? – stayed in the back of my mind even

as the remolding of my body became more and more apparent to me. It
became clear enough to me early on that I wasn’t becoming a literal
object, because there were very few objects that required one’s hips to
pop roughly six inches wider, much less feature daintier feet with
smaller toes and softer heels. Though on the subject of my feet… I
wanted to use them. Is there anyone around for me to step on?

“Wh-What am I thinking? But someone underfoot does

sound… N-No!” The very thought of trampling someone underfoot
was getting me feeling all hot and bothered. Maybe a little too hot and
bothered? “My… skin…” I was well aware that I was changing, and so
I was naturally examining myself. It had initially slipped past my radar
because it had been subtler earlier on, but the pigmentation of my skin
was becoming much too pink. No – purple? Fuschia. It was a shade that
was somewhere in between the two, but either way it was not a natural,
human skin color and it seemed to get brighter the more ‘excited’ I
became.

There was a sensual shudder to my breath as I exhaled next. I was

always so ignorant to the changes to my face because I couldn’t really
see them, but the sound of my own voice was essentially the cue. It
tended to go hand in hand with changes from my neck up, which were
very much unfolding. The mere act of biting my lower lip became a
much more sensual act, for the size of those lips swelled into a full and
purple pout.

But those lips, while large, were only a small part of what had been
happening to my facial structure. On the whole? My face seemingly
thinner thanks to a longer chin and narrower cheekbone structure. The
shape of my nose became more feminine overall too, whereas both of
my eyes slimmed in design, were accentuated by lengthier lashes, and
soon featured irises that glowed gold like a cat’s.

Was that why, perhaps, I purred? In part, but it was a sensual sound I
felt compelled to make what with how aroused I was, too. But at the
same time? What was happening to me was becoming less… concerning.
Why be troubled by a skin color that had always been my own, for
example? I’m much more concerned about that cigar on the table being
far too big for me to handle right now.

I really wanted to smoke it. The thought didn’t consume my arousal, but
it proved to be a worth distraction from it. Of course, this made me all
the more ignorant to what was happening with my form, such as how
my hair was darkening and growing, weaving into two spiraling drills at
the back of by head while the hair at the sides was slicked forward. With
my body dressed in a mere men’s t-shirt, it was hard to tell just what my
sex was now. Was I a pretty boy with a pretty face, or a girl with a
vaguely masculine body?

The riddle wasn’t one without a clear answer for long. “MMMMN!”
Because I came. Or at least, at the time, it felt like I had cum. But I was
misled by how similar the sensation was to ejaculate, even though what
had unfolded was much too bizarre. My dick had grown erect with my
arousal, but nothing ended up sputtering out. It just collapsed, deflating
into a fleshy sack of skin that was both absorbed into my pelvis and
refashioned into a cunt beneath a bush of dark pubes. Had I just become
a woman?

Or had I not always been a woman?

My flesh and fat seemingly believed that to be the case, or else it

wouldn’t have all expanded in lieu of my changed sex. I had lost so
much weight in the first stage of the transformation, only for it to pour
back on in all of the places you would expect it to be abundant on a
beautiful woman. My purple thighs jiggled as they were pumped up with
fat, skin pulled tightly around them as each leg ended up about as thick
as a waistline that had significantly narrowed beneath my shirt.

A heart. That was ultimately the shape kept in mind for the cheeks of
my once flat ass. Weight had poured into them with just as little regard
for the tightness of my skin as what had befallen the thighs below them,
and both cheeks couldn’t afford to not bounce and jiggle up and down,
each side of my ‘moon’ stretching out about six inches from the arch of
my slender back.
It was truly a miracle what a humanoid body could support, too. “Oh
my~!” I was utterly taken off guard by a sensation that almost threw
my back right out. My flat chest felt like it had exploded, and in a sense
it very much had. Exploded with fat, that is. Flat land became mounds,
which became hills, which became mountains, for purple tits grew ripe
and perky – my erect nipples even darker than the skin beneath them.

The heft of what were eventually G-cup tits naturally lifted my shirt, and
it was high enough to show the base of my pussy. But the shirt rose even
higher as my spine elongated. Well, not just my spine. My limbs, head;
everything was growing at a consistent pace until I was roughly ten feet
tall. Barely small enough to fit inside my shirt, though it had lifted up
high enough that my underboob was exposed. “Hm…”

It just came naturally to me. A desire to change my clothes led to flames

consuming my shirt in a single moment, but rather than leave me nude?
Those flames spread across my body and parted to the sides of my chest
before hardening into a new outfit. A flowing red ballgown with a skirt
that had layer upon layer, with a top that left my tits completely bare in
the middle, red heeled boots, black gloves, and… Of all things? A black
leopard mask with red spots ended up concealing the top half of my
face.

I giggled after I finally

managed to light the
enticing, odorous cigar
that had been on the
table and brought it to
my lovely lips, taking a
deep inhale of its innards
and breathing them out
in a big puff of smoke.
“My, that was
certainly an ordeal.
Why weren’t my
flames functioning
properly at first, I
wonder?” Even though
I’d taken a very long drag
of the cigar, its end
hadn’t diminished at all.
It didn’t matter how much my flames burned or how much I sucked out
from its length, the cigar was eternal. I would never need another, which
meant I could suck on it for eternity.

“But what an odd way to summon a Persona. Am I not bound

to a human?” That was how things usually went. I had been
summoned by one Ann Takamaki in the past – or was it the future
according to the year I was in now? – but times had changed. There
should have been a boy with blue hair standing in the room, no? For I,
Carmen of the Lovers Arcana, was not a Persona to be bound to no one.
I could only exist with a summoner as an anchor. “…Perhaps its
because I’m not complete?”

I gave myself a once over, and then looked behind me. Ah, so that was it.
I had felt an urge to step on something as I often did, and yet there were
no minions bound to my vines. “That’s certainly a problem. Whom
else might I trample underfoot? I suppose I’ll have to do
something about that, won’t I?”

“ACK!?”
It was almost as if my prayers had been answered, for two men had
been dropped into the floor behind me at that exact moment. Kay and…
Joseph? How strange! I had never seen them before in my entire
existence, and yet their names came to me immediately! Not that it
would matter for long. Their names were about to have no meaning, for
sharp vines shot out from the roses at my hip and wrapped around their
throats. My power coursed into them, and before my very eyes?

They were transformed into tiny butlers with hearts for head. Minions
that weren’t just perfect for stepping on, but minions that yearned to be
stepped on under my heel. “Oh, don’t worry you two~!” I practically
purred to the two tiny men as they got on all fours. I directly stepped
onto the back of one, and then the other.

“You’ll be receiving plenty of attention from now on.”

Elsewhere, Hisa was cackling to herself.

“Well, I got one DLC Persona for free! Too bad she’s not from
the new DLC, though.”