Playstation Slim

Another day went by at FUCKING GAMESTOP and poor Vita-tan went by unnoticed from the customers, again. She never could quite keep up with 3DS-tan's sales output, not even back in their own home country of Nippon. Was she too chubby to fit in people's pockets?

Nah, she couldn't be! Her rival 3DS-tan became a landwhale with an extra circlepad on the day she took her precious Monster Hunter, again. Even grosser, 3DS-tan's newly made circlepad was a tiny nub! Vita-tan peeked under her outer casing hoodie and looked at her perfectly equal sized analog tits. Despite her nice wonderful thick figure and impressive hardware, she thought maybe it had do with THAT thing. Or rather, THOSE things.

PSP-tan was hanging around with her older sister PS2-tan talking about VIDEOGAMES by the glorious SONY section selection. Right when the two got into a discussion about pay to play, a loud wail shook PSP-tan's screen and PS2-tan's body. Yes, it seemed that Vita-tan was at it again. Seeing as how PS2-tan fell all over her own slim flimsy body after the third wail, PSP-tan decided to take this week's turn of comforting the unwanted handheld.

"Did you have another dream of Gravity Rush 2 again?" PSP-tan said with a pitiable expression, walking near her younger sister.

"N-no..." sniffled the bag eyed piece of bloatware.

"Was it the price of our memory sticks?"

"N-n, n-no. No..."

"Was it Monster Hunt-" PSP-tan stopped herself, knowing how her sister felt about that wonderful, immaculate, God blessed VIDEOGAME series. Or rather, how her sister would never get to feel and experience it.

"B-buh, b-b-b-buh!" Vita-tan sobbed, preparing wetwork that not even Big Boss could perform.

"BWAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" Tears rolled down Vita-tan's cheeks towards her analog tits, dampening her hoodie.

"Oh man! I'm sorry sis! I forgot!" yelled PSP-tan, her shouting making Vita-tan cry harder. "JUST TELL ME WHAT'S WRONG!"

Soon the whole FUCKING GAMESTOP shook with the noise of yelling and crying. PS2-tan finally managed to stand back up, holding onto the edge of her rack. Of games. Wobbling and wibbling her way to her younger cousins, she placed an arm on the bawling fat portable's shoulder and whatever she could muster of a slap towards the other outdated portable's right cheek.

"Hush you two!" Her stern voice silenced them.

"Tell me, little one, what troubles you?"

Still looking down with her hands on her screen, er, face, Vita-tan silently responded "I... I-I-I have n-no games. Nobody wants a c-console with no g-g-games."

PS2-tan and PSP-tan looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

"My dear cousin, people don't care about VIDEOGAMES."

"They care about your appearance!" PSP-tan shouted, shoving herself in front of the majorly successful home console's face.

"What?!" fumed Vita-tan looking up, believing that her family is suggesting she is as ugly as the American box art of ICO.

"You see Vita-tan, the reason why everyone wanted me was because of my slim model," PS2-tan said knowingly, folding her flat hand towards herself in an attempt to point to her 3-inch thick body.

Vita-tan had a confused look. "Didn't people want you PS2-tan because of your large, and inexpensive, DVD tray along with your amazing lineup of launch titles like Silent Hill 2."

"Silent Hill 2 was not a launch title. Besides, you've seen me when I came to existence. I was so bulky, I couldn't even fit myself on those glass tables under the TV you put VCRs on. Hell, I practically had my own zip code," the flimsy console sighed, trying her best not to fold her head over her back. "Yep, slim and compact consoles always sell the most. Just look at GameCube-tan!"

Vita-tan wasn't so sure of PS2-tan. Even if what she said is true, Vita-tan didn't have a clue on how to flatten herself thin, let alone the courage to do it.

PSP-tan's eyes shined. "So squishing yourself makes people want you?" PSP-tan's sells have gone kaput. She knew it would happen eventually. She was what people called "a previous console generation." Still, maybe she could get that attention back again. If turning herself into a cardboard standee was all it took, then this a chance she would happily take.

Grabbing onto PS2-tan's shoulders, she screamed "PS2-TAN, TELL ME YOUR SECRET! HOW DID YOU DO IT!?"

PSP-tan shaking PS2-tan's shoulders caused the paper thinish lady's body to wave back and forth like a little girl trying to make her bedspread straight and unwrinkled in the middle of the night.

"Just get something long and round and roll it over yourself!" PS2-tan tried to say with her head hitting her back and chest repeatedly like a two-way door.

PS2-tan released the console from her clutches and ran to the controller selection of FUCKING GAMESTOP, looking for a certain Mad Catz controller. Vita-tan wondered if she should move herself to another corner of the store, not wanting anymore of this nonsensical nonsense.

PSP-tan came running back with a roller pin controller used for "Cooking Mama's Extreme Cooking Edition That Is Very Extreme 3."

"PS2-tan! Can you-" PSP-tan looked down and saw the console folded over herself like glorious Nippon steel, except squishier and not nearly as shiny. It seems all that shaking and reverb knocked out poor PS2-tan.

"Um, I'll ask for Vita-tan's help."

Vita-tan already found herself a nice corner to play Freedom Wars in. Only 295,781 years left to go!

"Vita-tan! Vita-tan! Can you do a huge favor for me?" PSP-tan said, running up to the poor selling handled.

"Uh... s-sure...?"

"Can you take this rolling pin and flatten me?" PSP-tan eagerly pleaded making a rolling motion with her hands up and down her not quite voluptuous body.

Being shoved the pin into her hands, Vita-Chan could only give a blank stare and a long "Uhhhhhhhhhh."

"Great!"

PSP-tan fell straight on her back, a feat that usually breaks handhelds, but it doesn't really matter for a handheld already made broken.

"I, uh, guess I'll, um... start with the feet?"

"Great!" PS2-tan tensed herself for the incoming feeling of pressure, and possibly pain.

Vita-tan started to roll at her older sister's toes. The pressure already got to the older generation handheld, but something felt off. There was no pain but rather a feeling of a massage, like a masseuse rubbing on her toes. This elicited a sigh from her mouth which caused Vita-tan to sweat. She was never quite comfortable with situations remotely related to feeling good or positive.

The roller squished PSP-tan's shoes and started to flatten her shins. The pleasure increased and she tried her best to suppress her grunts.

Once Vita-tan got to the thighs, PSP-tan let out a moan. Vita-tan flinched and stopped her rolling, unable to handle the sexual tension in the air.

"No, please. Please keep going," PSP-tan whispered. It seems the pressure was really getting to her.

Vita-tan resumed rolling and noticed some liquid forming on PSP-tan's crotch. "Ew, is she peeing?" Yep, Vita-Chan is a pure, innocent soul.

Once the roller went over her crotch with an audible "sqleptch," PSP-tan let out a loud gasp. Vita-tan was too embarrassed to stop, it seems that her sister's moans and other various noises was beginning to drive her into a frenzy. A frenzy of confusion and embarrassment.

Vita-tan's face turned a pinkish hue and she gave an awkward, horrifying smile. Not a smile that a crazed person has when flipping a switch that turns on a torture device or a masochistic smile from a S&M domme towards their sub partner, but rather a smile a person gives when meeting their teacher at a mall or when their mother attends school with them for an entire day. A smile that just wants the world to stop.

Vita-tan became more flustered and started to roll the pin even faster, now in constant motion delivering a rapid roller roll to PSP-tan's crotch, squishing the handheld's disc insert flatter and flatter, each roll giving the same "sqleptch" noise. PSP-tan's moans turned into yelps of pleasure, as if a weeb Anon-Kun was trying to rub her girlhood down into pure wet joy.

Then the yelling came. PSP-tan let loose and soaked her shorts. Vita-tan was on the verge of vomiting. The combination of (what she perceived to be) pee and sexual sounds from her sister drew her into an adorable autistic fury. She gripped the roller pin harder and pressed down on PSP-tan further. She went up to the breasts and then the head, silencing her sister. Vita-tan spent a whole long minute flattening the handheld device, from the head to the toes.

Once Vita-tan's freak out ended, she placed the roller aside and looked at her sister. The poor SONY handheld had a depth of about 0.7 inches, even flatter than their older cousin who was nowhere to be found. PSP-tan had a look of both shock and joy, about as stereotypical as this description can get.

"S-sis, are y-y-you o-ok?" Vita-tan cried out to her sister.

There was no response. It appears that Vita-tan's sperged out episode has caused damaged her sister to the point of bricking: a sad fate for all VIDEOGAME consoles.

Vita-tan couldn't believe what she has done. It wasn't age but her own hands that ended PSP-tan's console life. Vita-tan's eyes swelled with tears. She kneeled over and placed her head between her knees, bawling like a daughter who lost her family.

"Ooooooooooo maaaan... That was fucking awesome."

Vita-tan leapt up from her own thigh prison. Her sister wasn't bricked, but merely in a pleasure induced sleep mode. Vita-tan moved to the side and vomited her system update out, unable to deal with the emotions of lost and regain.

"Duuuuuuuude, sis. You gotta try it," moaned PSP-tan while attempting to stand on her crushed feet. It seems the handheld is still feeling a bit of bliss.

Vita-tan turned to her sister, wiping the remains of her previous system update off of her lower lip.

"What?! No! I don't wanna do that to myself!" Vita-tan wasn't sure why she didn't want it. Maybe she feared experiencing an emotional roller coaster a second time.

"Truuuuuust meeeeee, yooou'll looooove iiiiit," said PSP-tan. Her demeanor was becoming more like a mind controlled zombie. A skinny flat fleshy girly zombie. That plays VIDEOGAMES.

Vita-tan was walking away backwards from her sister, who managed to pickup and hold a five pound controller replica of a cooking tool despite her current papery state.

"C'mon sis, just one roll over your fat body?"

Vita-tan was about to flee from the somewhat deranged children's toy when she felt something grab onto her.

"B-b-buh..." Vita-tan whispered in a worried voice.

It was PS2-tan. Despite her own depth, she had a firm grip on the introverted handheld.

"PS4 HAS NO GAMES!" the plugin console shouted and fell on her back, dragging Vira-tan on to the floor with her.

PS2-tan wrapped her flat limbs around the girl's arms and legs, sticking Vita-tan to the floor like a prisoner in chains. Vita-tan struggled hard to stand up and escape, but to no avail. She could only watch as her older flattened sister came into view, dropping down towards her toes.

In unison, the two SONY devices said, "Everyone is gonna wanna buy us now, sister."


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Outside of the FUCKING GAMESTOP, a certain kickstartered android based failure of a console was watching the entire chaos unfold from start to a soon finish.


"So that's how people will love me?" Ouya-tan asked herself, now looking for the nearest vehicle to throw herself under.