If she ever manages to stop touching herself

Futaba had never been very good of impulse control, it was something that didn't quite click with her eccentric personality. So it was hardly a surprise upon her transformation into busty bombshell that she didn't really move much for the next hour. She didn't really recall the dream that transformed herself. Futaba knew that things that happened in the Metaverse affected people in the real world.

Apparently some of the guys who had run afoul of Alice a few years ago given a massive boost in stamina when they had their desires returned.

In a normal person the changes was small, why the heck had something as innocuous as that silly "spell" caused her to swell up like something out of a fetish manga? She didn't really care, she wasn't pledging her soul to the darkness or being **** by some kind of inter-dimensional monster. If anything she felt amazing, the best in years. Her body glowed with sweat as she slipped off the bed moaning as the covers caressed her bare sex. She was HAWT!

She whimpered, locating a pair of clean panties and slipping them up her stocky legs. She wiggled her toes in the soft carpet. Despite having gone wild she still felt just as sensitive as when she'd started. That was going to take some getting used to.

Futaba shut her eyes and tried to remember exactly what she had dreamt about, for the first time in years it didn't actually come to her. Still it wasn't exactly like it was bad at all. Maybe she really had been sucking on imp mommy tiddy...

Her bra was a useless piece of equipment, no way would fit her current cup size. Even her usually loose tank top was now almost comically tight on her chest. Her perky nips on full display as well as her flat belly. Why she hadn't develop some pudginess there was only a gift of some unknown deity.

"Okay Futaba, the weird tome turned you into a hottie, take a deep breathe and think. Who can help you?"

She was having a hard time thinking, like her body had a will of its own that stopped her focus. The question was who was she going to call for help?

Her dad wouldn't understand, He'd probably freak out and call the doctor or something. As far as she could tell the wasn't anything wrong with her... Aside from a compulsive desire to stick her fingers down her shorts. And fondle her new sweater puppies.

There were only three or four options she really had under the circumstances.

She could try and get a hold of Makoto, the sensible Queen of the Phantom Thieves. She would probably have a sound way of looking at things. Or she could call joker, he would probably drop everything to come if she called. Maybe she get Ryuji to help at least he would be a good..., Distraction..., she slapped herself lightly on the check.

"Bad Futaba! No dirty thoughts!" she mentally scolded herself.

Final person she thought of was to ask Lucia, see if her research had turned everything up...

Or she could just look at the book itself... ask an imp?