Walking down the road with her hands in her pockets, a brown-haired woman by the name of Ichimimi Mimic was trying her best to not attract any attention, despite her brightly colored attire. She, of course, was a stand user. Because what else would she be? Anybody. She piggybacked off of Juno from her original universe to whatever universe this was as a little blob using her stand, and whatever universe it was, it was a hot one. "Ugghhh… where did she go? I fell off her shirt a while ago… where the hell am I? It's hot here!" She adjusted her jacket, groaning from the heat that was blaring onto her. She could take it off but then she'd be in just her tank top and she didn't like being in just her skimpy shirt, she always got pervy looks from guys.
 
 
Rolling her eyes, she shimmied her way into an alleyway, where it at least had some shade. "Ewww I'm all sweaty too… I hate being all sticky!!" She yelled, despite her stand being a mass of sticky gross pink slime, she didn't like being gross and sticky herself. Sitting down, she huffed before taking out a clump of her slimy stand, “Well, at least I have you with me…” she poked the tiny slime, weird how it was called Yellow Temperance but it was pink, but she called it that for so long calling it something else would feel wrong. Pink Temperance did have a bit of a ring to it, but Yellow Temperance felt right in a way. She liked the color yellow just as much as pink. "Damn I'm thirsty… maybe there's a snack stand or something where I can get a soda or something."
 
 
Getting up and out of the alley, she looked around for somewhere that at least had drinks. She didn't have money per say, but she did have sticky fingers. No not that Sticky Fingers, she steals shit. Mimic had to get money somehow, either that or somehow steal an entire can of soda in front of somebody. "Hmm… I could steal…" she'd use Yellow Temperance to grab hold of a glass or can of soda and pull it away, normal people couldn't see stands so nobody would notice! She grinned and snickered to herself, it was perfect! Everyone around would just think that there was a ghost or something! It was the perfect plan! "Alright… here goes…" she let her pink slime stand out to get a drink, anything would do to be honest, except hot drinks obviously.
 
 
Snatching a soda can, she pulled it back and placed it into her pocket before sprinting away. "Ehehehehe yes! God I'm dying lemme just--" she took a sip and immediately spat it out "UGH gross! Is this sprite and… pineapple juice?! Ewww! I can feel my tongue melting as I speak practically!" It tasted so gross, but she didn’t want to go back and awkwardly place it back on the cart. Who in their right mind would do that!? “Eww… it’s so acidic… I can feel my blood sugar rising already… gross. I’ll just find a drinking fountain or something..” she groaned and tossed the drink aside, “When I find Juno I’m kicking her ass for stranding me here!” Something that was sugary and didn’t make her want to puke, preferably. She left and went back down the alley, unaware she was being followed now. Climbing over a fence, she fell over and landed on her face, only cushioned by her stand out of instinct. “Rghh… thanks.” she got up, dirt sticking to her ‘jacket’ “Ewww, I wish my stand wasn’t such a dirt magnet.” she spotted something out of the corner of her eye and nearly jumped back on the fence “Ahh! H-huh? Ehe… there’s nothing there, I’m just paranoid..”
 
 
She just needed to find some water, she was dying of thirst! Well she felt like she was, she snagged another drink, this time something that didn’t taste like pure sugar and absolute pain. “Finally!” Sitting down on the ground, she sighed in relief as she found a beverage that could save her from the boiling heat. Her stand grew with heat, but that didn’t mean she liked the heat. “Why do I feel like I’m being watched?” she thought, unaware of the man right the fuck behind her “Eh, maybe I’m just freaking out because I’m out of my element.” Mimic shook her head and sighed, sipping more of her drink as she had absolutely no idea of what was to come. “Ahh, much better, now I can find Juno and her stupid friends--” she felt a hand on her shoulder, and could suddenly feel all of her sins crawling on her back. Mimic felt a jolt go up her spine, a spark of fear if you will. She wasn’t paranoid when she imagined somebody following her. “C-can I h-help you…?” Mimic said as she slowly turned around, seeing the person who was following. Damn he was buff, was he not wearing a shirt? “Wow! Tits!” she looked up at his chest, “Boobs--I mean, is there something up, sir?”
 
 
She didn’t know who he was, but dear God he looked… off. Was that slime on his body? “Slime??” she looked at it “Piss slime?? You got a piss slime on you??” “SHUT UP!! You stole my drink!” “The soda? No offense dude but you’re gonna get fuckin’ diabetes if you drink shit that sugary, nearly melted my tongue off-- HEY, LET GO OF ME” She felt him pull her back, pinning her down to the ground. “H-hey! Let go I said! Weirdo!” she struggled and tried to push him off, seeing his gross piss slime ass stand start to drip onto her. Ewww gross, it was somehow even more gross and goopy than her stand! “L-Let go of me!! That’s it, you asked for it! Yellow Temperance!” “Yellow Temperance? That’s my stand!” “What? :V” Mimic was confused “No, Yellow Temperance is my stand!” “If it's your stand then why is my stand yellow like it’s name, you dumbass?” “I--” Mimic blinked before tapping her chin in confusion, “..I just like the color pink.” she didn’t even realize that she and him were technically just different versions of each other, and that he existed first, she’s kind of dumb like that. “Well I’m not calling it anything else, and you’re gonna get off me you weird greasy jerk!!”
 
 
Mimic immediately kicked him in the dick, causing him to wince in pain. “Now get off me!” she pushed him off her and ran off, not noticing some of the other Yellow Temperance on her, slowly trying to eat through her. To make things easier to explain, let's differentiate them with Pink and Yellow. Alright, let's jam. The girl kept running for her life, panicking like crazy. To think there was another stand user with a stand EXACTLY like hers! It was insane! “Stupid JoJo! Dragging me here!” you’re the one who clung to her shirt and came with her, Mimic. The girl just hated taking the blame for her own actions. She had to find her! Who knows what’ll happen if she doesn’t!? She’ll probably die, well if she didn’t get that bit of Yellow Temperance off her she’s totally gonna die. Looking at her arm she could see the gross yellow piss slime on her “EWWW GET IT OFF!!” She waved her arm around, trying to get it off of her before it did any possible damage. She’s so dumb, she knows how that stand should work because its literally her stand, Mimic you fucking dumbass.
 
 
The brown-haired girl wiped the goo off of it, trying to calm down. “Stay cool… it’s… it’s okay… maybe I can take him off my trail by copying somebody...” she looked around, she could lose this guy, but was also kind of curious about him. Again, he was the one guy who shared her stand perfectly! Plus… man those tits of his. Those massive honkers, those BREASTS. Biting her lip, she used her stand to transform into a perfectly average looking woman wearing a pink dress, the pink dress really was the only way to tell that it was Mimic. Everything else? Perfectly fine. “Now to find JoJo… oh god what if she gapped back home and left me here?! I can’t be stuck in the middle of some random middle eastern town with a pervert following me!” The girl sighed, “..hopefully she’s around here somewhere, I don’t wanna be stuck in god knows where.” she was gonna punch Juno in her stupid boobs for this! She walked through the town, nervously looking over her shoulder to see if he was still there, “I hope he’s not following me…” I mean, considering his stand, he could be anybody. It made her shudder, he really could be anywhere, and given how broken Yellow Temperance was, if he caught her she was done.
 
 
She had to find Juno. Fast. She didn’t want to be stuck in the late 80’s and grow old. Eww… old. Well okay if she was stuck here until whenever part 8 takes place she’d be at least in her late twenties. Look at Jotaro, he did fine! I think. Entering a telephone box, Mimic grunted to herself as she fumbled in the “bag” that was copied from the lady, “..maybe my stand can copy money too?” she mumbled to herself, checking the slot under the phone to see if there was some spare change in there, “Ughh… this is such a pain…” Just as she thought she was safe… there was a knock on the glass. “Huh--EEEEE!!” she yelled as the whole telephone box was coated with slime from the outside, the strange man pressing his body against the glass, fogging it up with hot breath as he licked the glass like some kind of predator. Well! This certainly looked like something out of a horror film! “W-What the hell do you want from me!?” he didn’t say anything as he tried to get inside, and if he did then she might as well be dead. She was a sitting duck in there! At any moment the glass could crack and he’d pour in to kill her! And that fear came true as Mimic saw a fracture in the glass. “Oh no.”
 
 
She was gonna die in here if she didn’t do anything, this was fucking terrifying! Once the glass broke completel the slime stand and its user rushed in and grabbed her, she could feel both the sticky slime and his muscled body wrap around and grope her, it was horrible! “L-let me go!! Get your hands off me--Get your hand off my chest you pervert!!” she yelled as he grabbed at her chest, she could feel him try and bite at her neck like the kinky bastard he was. Mimic tried to fight back with her own Pink Temperance, pushing him back. “Get away from me!!” she tried to get free and escape, but some of Yellow Temperance still stuck to her and pulled her back in, it was a nightmare, and it was her nightmare. “S-STOP!!” She yelled, still struggling. The yellow slime inching up to envelop her legs, she could feel it slowly eat away at her, painfully slow. Like death by a thousand inches or however the saying goes. All of this because of what? She stole this guy’s drink? No, Rubber Soul was just a fucking dick “L-Let go!! I don’t wanna die!!” “A pretty young thing like you? I wouldn't let go for anything~” “Ewww you’re so gross… please don’t fuck me…”
 
 
Too bad. She was getting some rubbers on her. She was pulled back in close to him, he grabbed her by the chin and kissed her. God his lips tasted so bad! Like the same gross soda concoction she drank earlier. Mimic wanted to vomit badly, her mouth tasted like disgusting pineapple shit now! “Mpph!!” she tried to yell as he forcefully kissed her, lightly biting her lip, god what a freak. “Mmmph!!” she pressed her hands against his chest, not because she found this hot, but because she wanted to get away from him! Rubber Soul pulled back and went to bite her neck as he pinned her to a wall. He was pretty ballsy doing this in public pretty much! To Mimic, it was pretty much torture. “S-Stop it!! Fucking stop it!!” she tried to punch him, but her arms were held down by Yellow Temperance, which was still gross. Oh god she could feel his boner on her, oh god oh fuck. He was undoing his pants, pulling them down so he could put it in her. He pushed her deeper into the alley so nobody saw them, pulling Mimic away from freedom even farther than she already was. “U-ugh… let go!!”
 
 
She tried to morph her arm into a knife to stab him, but it seemed like he predicted that she would attempt to do that. Yellow Temperance stopped her of course, being the perfect ‘armor’ that it was, “For somebody with a similar stand to mine, you’re quite ignorant to how it works. Don’t you understand? You can’t hurt me~” Mimic, being the well, mimic, she was, quickly realized what he meant. “...I guess that means you can’t hurt me either.” says the girl too stupid to properly use her stand, idiot. He was gonna fuck her either way, just look at that cute face.
 
 
It would look even cuter with his dick in her mouth. His big fat dick. Using his slimy stand, he forced her into a better position so she could get a mouthful of his cock. Forcing her mouth open, Rubber Soul pushed his cock in her mouth, Mimic having to taste his gross dick as it was shoved in her mouth. “Mmmmpphh!?” Her eyes went wide as he thrusted it in and out, forcing his dick further inside. God it was terrible, had the same pineapple-y taste as his lips, she wanted to puke. "Ewww… this is so disgusting…" She grimaced, wanting this nightmare to end as he pushed his dick into her mouth. Thrusting in and out, he pushed it deeper down her throat, "You enjoying it?~" Rubber Soul was practically gloating as he fucked her mouth. “Mmmpphhh!!” She clearly didn’t. “Oh well that’s too bad~” He grasped a clump of her hair as he came deep into her mouth, forcing the girl to swallow his sperm. Ewwww, given how much citrus-y shit he drinks that probably didn’t feel too good on the palette going down. “I’m gonna be sick…” She thought to herself as he finally pulled out, cum still dripping out of his flaccid cock. Her torment wasn’t over yet though, she still had to get away from the fucker, and he wasn’t gonna let her go now. All that energy wasted hunting her down, as well as the fact he got a taste for her, left him awfully hungry.
 
 
Who knew that Yellow Temperance could have multiple flavors, like strawberry jam? He normally let his stand do all the digesting, it went to him at the end of the day anyways, but he wanted to actually eat her, nobody was gonna see him, and he could slink away into an empty building without being spotted so he could digest his meal in peace. “Heh, manual way it is! Hold still~” Mimic was confused and scared, her mouth tasted like vomit and she had no idea what to do, all she could really do was try to protect herself with her stand. No time to do that though, as Yellow Temperance pinned her against a wall, preventing her from escaping and moving, leaving her at the mercy of the fucking piss slime man. “Yellow Temperance grows stronger the more organic material it consumes, but it’s not the only one who benefits from eating so much. This handsome body needs fuel after all, fuel like people~” oh god did he just say he eats people?!
 
 
He did. He did.
 
 
“..n-no…” She looked away, poor Mimic was absolutely terrified. The girl began to scream for Juno’s help. “Hey hey, who’s this Juno chick, eh? Eheh… is she hot?” “S-shut up!! Let me go you sick freak, I’m not foo--Mmpph!!” she felt slime cover her mouth as she was pushed towards his mouth, oh god this guy was gonna eat her. This was it, this was how she was gonna die. She kept squirming around, tears in her eyes as she tried to think of a way to stop him. She couldn’t summon her stand with how she was all wrapped up, and she couldn’t move, yep there was no way out of this mess! Didn’t help that she was now completely naked besides a few patches of her own stand covering her, his piss slime straight up digested her normal clothes! She’d die of embarrassment if anybody saw her, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t against the idea of somebody saving her, please for the love of god somebody help her.
 
 
If Juno somehow saw Rubber Soul eating her ass and saved her, she would be so thankful! Would that happen? No. This is gonna be a fatal fic, guys. She was pushed into his mouth, his breath was awful to start, and swallowed down whole. She could feel his slimy stand go up her legs as he gulped her body down, making Mimic wish that she was somewhere that was anywhere but here. Anywhere but this gross fucker’s throat, being swallowed like a rat in the clutches of a snake. He managed to pack her away with ease, knowing that he finally got that lunch he missed due to Steely Dan being a fucking prick earlier. Stole his lunch and wouldn’t make him a donner kebab without charging him five bucks, the prick. “Finally… I felt like I was going to have to eat bugs again.~” “WMMPH?!” Mimic pressed her hands against the walls so they wouldn’t push up against her face, although they did force her to take a fetal position so she didn’t feel like her spine was going to break at any second. It was unbearably hot too, and wet… very very wet. God she really hoped she wasn’t gonna die here, “J-juno will come save me at any moment, I know it…”
 
 
She heard his insides groan loudly around her as she felt his hands press against his gut from the outside. Rubber Soul poked and patted his gut, feeling Mimic squirm in a futile attempt to get out. It amused him quite a bit, feeling her struggle like countless others, her fate would be the same as theirs: being tit fat. He was still surprised that there was another person with the same kind of stand as his, literally the exact same with only a palette swap. But there can only be one. “Hope you enjoy your time in there, girl, because you won’t be coming out anytime soon. Consider it an upgrade in life, to become part of this beautiful form~” he pressed his hands against his gut again, smirking. He could hear her muffled screams to be let out, only to ignore them as he walked away to somewhere a lot more private. He was gonna digest her into nothing but fat, fat and sustenance. She tasted pretty good too, like strawberry jam, mmmm… jam. Knowing that he wasn’t going to be letting her out, Mimic was more than panicked, she was freaking the fuck out, moving around and screaming for help. It was like everything wrong that could happen just… happened. She could feel the walls try and envelop her, all squishy and wet, rubbing acid onto her as the fleshy organ tried to digest her into goop.
 
 
This sucked.
 
 
“J-JUNO!! JUNO PLEASE HELP ME!! I DON’T WANNA DIE IN HERE!!!” She yelled, begging for help at this point. But nobody would come to her aid, she was doomed. Rubber Soul pressed his gut down, trying to smother her so she'd digest faster, such an unruly meal she was, he loved it. It gave him an even harder boner than before, then again it happens a lot. He could slowly feel his gut soften, letting out loud groans and gurgles as it digested Mimic into sludge, giving him an even greater sense of superiority. Even if it was over her stealing his admittedly shitty drink, he was glad that he could eat another human being again, the sick fuck. He was so disgustingly horny! His chest was going to be at least a few inches bigger now, and by god he was gonna rub it in Steely Dan's stupid face.
 
 
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