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      obscure_fetishes, its_a_wild_ride, there_will_be_fets_than_tagged_but
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      Published: 2018-02-19 Updated: 2018-02-21 Chapters: 7/17 Words: 11833
****** Danganronpa Fetish Wonderland! ******
by kyosukemunakata
Summary
     INCOMPLETE. 2 CHAPTERS A DAY!
     A collection of fetish/kink based stories with one for each of the
     characters of DRV3! ENjoy!
     (tagged as underage as the characters are 16)
***** Chapter 1 *****
Hi! Welcome to a Danganronpa fetish paradise! Hope you enjoy ! :)
***** Ouma Kokichi - Humiliation/ratplay *****
Chapter Summary
     Characters may be ooc and there will be some plot holes but hey ho
     it's a fetish story who cares about continuity errors!
     You could count this as beastiality.
Shuuichi was mad and if you asked him then and there he would say he was mad
with a capital M and then he would become even madder when you laughed at this.
"Calm down, dude!" Kaito was attempting to stop his friend from smashing
something up.
"It's just Ouma! Is! So! Annoying!" He kicked the bedside table, causing a lamp
to topple over the side.
Kaito barely caught it. "You're not usually this angry about him."
"I know, I know," Shuuichi sat down beside him. "It's just got to a point! I
never know if he's lying or not and he's doing nothing to get us out of this
fucking place!"
"Wow, Shuuichi's swearing, this must be getting serious!" Kaito joked.
Shuuichi didn't reply, he was still thinking about Ouma and how infuriating he
was, he just wanted to strangl-
"I've got it!" He exclaimed, all of a sudden.
"Got what?" Kaito obviously hadn't been concentrating on the conversation much,
that or he was still getting over Shuuichi's sailormouth.
"A plan!" Shuuichi stood up to make this revelation slightly more dramatic.
Kaito just sighed, he knew this was going to involve him.
And it did, 10 minutes later they were in the cafeteria planning their prank
like little masterminds.
Shuuichi sat twiddling his pen around aimlessly, wondering if there was
anything in the whole world that could actually annoy Ouma. Could people that
annoying be annoyed by anything?
"Come on, he gotta have like some secret fear or something!" Kaito said,
looking at his friend's determined face as he concentrated on his work.
"Ouma? A secret fear? If he did then it's probably be something like the
concept of being alone in the universe or telling the truth." Shuuichi felt
himself slouching further on his chair as his motivation drifted elsewhere.
"Ouma's afraid of rats." Korekiyo passed by at the perfect moment.
"What the hell!" Kaito jumped at his sudden appearance.
They didn't get a reply.
"How does he know that?!" Kaito asked. "I mean, if anyone was gonna know
someone's secret fears it's gonna be him but still!"
"I don't care, I'll take what I can get!" Shuuichi now had a grin on his face
as he jumped up from his chair, ready to put a plan in action.
"Where the hell are we gonna find rats though?" Kaito thought about how else he
could've been spending the afternoon, ideas such as training or talking to Maki
came to mind, hell, even spending time with Korekiyo sounded more inviting.
Coincidentally and very conveniently, Himiko had lots of animals for magic
tricks in her newly opened research lab and of course, some of them were rats.
"What do you want them for?" Himiko was being her usual lazy and stubborn self
when they had proposed the question.
"A prank." Shuuichi answered honestly.
"On who?" She looked extremely tired.
"Ouma." Kaito wanted this whole shenanigan over with.
"Okay, but you have to watch a magic trick first." Himiko was already making
her way over to her equipment as if no wasn't an option.
That had been a lie, it was not A magic trick, nor was it even a few magic
tricks, let's just say it was a LOT of magic tricks. But still, it payed off,
and by the end of it they were starting to enjoy themselves.
And so the pair left with a small cage full of about 5 rats.
"Hey, Kaito, don't worry about this, I'll do the rest myself, I know you
probably don't wanna spend you WHOLE day doing this, so you're free to go!"
Shuuichi noticed him looking a little bored and as if he wanted to be somewhere
else.
"Thanks Shuuichi! Bye! Good luck!" The astronaut bolted off to some unknown
destination.
Shuuichi laughed, he hadn't realized exactly how desperate he'd been to leave
but he didn't care because he had stuff to do and people to see.
He found Ouma in the cafeteria, he was eating something obviously cooked by
Kirumi or else it probably wouldn't have looked so delicious.
"Ouma!" He called over to the short boy. "I need to talk to you, in private."
"Ooo! Are you gonna tell me a secret?" Ouma giggled, making Shuuichi even more
glad he was doing what he was doing.
"You could say that." He muttered.
"I'm intrigued!" Ouma lept up and followed him back to his room.
"You're not gonna try and seduce me are you?" Ouma said as they reached the
door of Shuuichi's room.
"Shut up." Shuuichi went red, pulling his hat down further by habit.
"Nishishishi!" There it was, that smug laugh that Shuuichi knew - and hated -
all too well.
Once they were inside, Shuuichi shut the door behind them, locking it too. He
knelt under the bed and produced the cage of rats, covered in a cloth to make
the reveal more intense.
"What's in the box!?" Ouma asked brightly, he'd sat down on the bed and was now
swinging his legs like a small child.
"Not a box, a cage." Shuuichi corrected him, preparing to remove the material.
"And a little birdie told me you won't like what's inside it."
Now Ouma felt a little on edge, something unusual for him but if it was what he
thought it could be - there was no pretending it was a joke to him.
"Hope you're not carrying any cheese!" Shuuichi said, smugly, he'd planned this
line since he found out about the rats and Kaito hadn't been able to break it
to him that it sucked.
He lifted off the cloth and revealed what was underneath.
"No, Shuuichi, don't, please." Ouma's face turned to stone.
"But why not?" Shuuichi feigned innocence.
Ouma felt his face heating up, he hated showing vulnerability.
"I can't believe that a supreme leader would ACTUALLY be afraid of something so
tiny and cute!" Shuuichi continued, loving the reaction he was getting.
Ouma backed up a little, "I'm not scared of them, I-I just don't like them,
okay?"
"That's not what I heard!" Shuuichi smiled.
"People lie, take it from me! Nishishishi!" This time Shuuichi could tell how
incredibly forced the laugh was as Ouma tried to deflect the situation.
"Then why don't you come and stroke one?" Shuuichi took one step closer to him.
"Or are you too embarrassed that I'll find out your little weakness!"
Ouma felt sick, this couldn't be happening, he couldn't be humiliated by
Shuuichi of all people, it was pathetic!
"This is so pointless!" Ouma tried. "I can't believe you're wasting your time
with this when I'm not even afraid of rats!"
"We'll see about that!" Shuuichi opened the cage.
The rats were released and running left, right and centre, they'd been caged up
for a long time - not to mention they'd spent about half an hour under a bed
with a cloth covering them.
"AHHHHHHH!" Ouma screamed, he dashed to the door hoping that someway he could
get out.
His heart was pounding against his chest and he could feel his adrenaline
shooting through his veins like a bullet, his breath catching up with his fear
and becoming frantic. He wanted to move, every part of him was begging his
muscles to start again but the fear had taken over him and he stood like a
statue against the door. He had no clue what to do, his brain seemed like it
was short circuiting, stricken with the inability to think of a way out of the
situation.
"Aww, Ouma, are you scared?" Shuuichi laughed but seeing the fear in the boy's
eyes induced a different emotion. Guilt.
"S-Shuuichi, please, I'm not joking!" He managed, his tongue felt dry and his
whole body felt numb as if it had forgotten how to function.
The rats were still running around like crazy, one of them was heading right
for Ouma and there was nothing he could do about it.
"No! Please!" He begged as the rat scampered harmlessly in his direction, he
just wanted to curl up into a ball on the floor and wish it all away but he
couldn't even move.
That's when it happened. The rat became interested first in his shoes and then
in his trousers and in a split second it was travelling up his leg.
Ouma screamed at the top of his lungs, he didn't think he'd ever heard himself
make this noise before.
He dropped to floor in an instant, writhing around on the floor in an attempt
to rid the rat from his clothing without having to touch it.
Shuuichi felt the guilt overcome him as he watched the boy hyperventilating, he
hadn't expect it to create such a strong reaction, he thought he'd just scream
once or something, nothing like this.
"Ouma, ouma, I'm sorry, calm down, please!" He crouched beside the boy who was
now on the verge of tears, Shuuichi didn't know what to do, this was so unlike
Ouma that it caught him of guard.
"Get it out, now!" Ouma whimpered, he felt utterly pathetic.
The rat had reached his crotch and dived easily under his boxers, he shivered
as he felt it's tiny claws scrabbling against his skin, it was even worse given
the area.
Shuuichi noticed the unnatural bulge and not thinking, grabbed at it, hoping to
somehow catch the rat.
Ouma gasped in pain as the sudden movement of Shuuichi's hand caused the rat to
scramble away, violently slashing into his cock.
"Be careful!" He cried, he could tell that the rat had drawn blood.
"I'm sorry! I don't know what to do!" Shuuichi looked helplessly around as if
something in the room would somehow help the situation.
Little did they know, another rat had approached them and had also crawled up
his trouser leg.
"THERE'S ANOTHER!" Ouma screamed, he could feel it's feet making marks on his
sensitive skin.
This rat headed round the back, it too nestling under his boxers.
"Ah!" Ouma suddenly moaned involuntarily, causing Shuuichi to jump, he looked
shocked.
The rat had began burrowing into his ass, sniffing and snuffling, it's thin
whiskers stroked against his cheeks, making a tingle run up his spine.
"Shu-Shuuichi! It's - It's -" He didn't want to say what was going on, it was
one of the most humiliating and horrific experiences of his life. "It's in my
ass!"
Shuuichi didn't react for a second, frozen in shock, but another moan from Ouma
brought him back to reality.
As the rat dug it's nose deeper and deeper into his puckered hole, leaving him
panting and trying not to make more noises, his erection was growing by the
second and this accompanied by his fear, was an overwhelming sensation of
pleasure and adrenaline.
"W-what should I do?" Shuuichi felt extremely uncomfortable but watching the
usually manipulative and boisterous boy become a quivering, vulnerable wreck
was making him feel slightly turned on.
No, this wasn't happening, Ouma and Shuuichi both soon noticed that Shuuichi
was also getting hard, he was desperate to join in with the penetration of
Ouma.
Ouma was already close to orgasming at this point, the rat was relentless and
he'd figured Shuuichi wasn't doing anything to help on purpose. At this point,
he was so overcome with the feeling of pleasure, he'd forgotten about his fear
of rats.
"O-Ouma!" Shuuichi managed, he had to remove his trousers as he felt his skin
prickle and become flushed all over.
Ouma unbuttoned his pants and took off his boxers, the rats came with them.
"Become the rat!" Ouma breathed, between frantic panting and so Shuuichi took
the place of the rat,
As Shuuichi sank himself into the boy, the rats came back, crawling over them,
leaving the tiniest of scratch marks over their exposed lower halves.
"You still scared of rats?" Shuuichi teased as he continued thrusting into him.
Ouma nodded, "I just can't feel anything apart from yo- AH!"
With that Ouma released his load all over the floor and the rats around them.
Shuuichi pulled out, just in time to come all over Ouma's rat infested body.
He sank back onto the ground, panting still, his face pink, tired. Ouma lay
back, resting his head on his thighs.
"Good prank, Shuuichi." He giggled. "Next time, my choice of animals."
***** Rantaro Amami - Small Space *****
Chapter Summary
     Rantaro falls into a tiny box way too small for him in an adventurous
     tale which tests your limits.
Chapter Notes
     Set at hopes peak
Space is small but he is tall.
 
Rantaro felt so very frail and feeble that day. Like a gust of wind would take
him by surprise and send him flying. He had suffered from a flu for the past
week and was beginning to recover. He felt so vulnerable and uneasy as if
anything could take him down. And it could. Oh how it could. 
"Hey Amami-kun! You seem down... What's up?" Said the voice of Shuuichi
Saihara. Saihara always seemed like he had so much to prove and he really did. 
"It's no big deal. I've just been kind of ill these last few days and now I
feel really pathetic and vulnerable" Rantaro shrugged, looking defeated.
"That's awful. Is there anything we can do to help?" Kaede Akamatsu chimes in,
a genuine and bright smile on her face.
"Just be gentle with me and don't even think about letting anyone violate me."
Rantaro replied to the girl next to him. If he had his own way, he would be
relaxing by the pool right now and enjoying a drink of lemonade. Rantaro always
felt so at home when he was in the sun, relaxed and calm.
"Whaaat?! We love you Amami-kun! We'd never let anyone hurt you!" Said Kaede.
"Love is a strong word. But I love you so much Amami-kun! You're so cool!
You're acting so uncharacteristic!" Saihara blurted, as if he let too many
words slip.
"Ah really? You love a guy like me? I'm not that great." Rantaro sighed but
decided to accept his compliment.
A car drove past quickly, blasting out loud music and Rantaro was startled. He
hated cars. He hated being cooped up in small spaces and he also hated how bad
they were for the environment. 
"You know... I hate small spaces a whole lot." Rantaro said, absentmindedly. 
"Eh. I know that's a thing a lot of people dislike, but I don't care all that
much." Kaede said.
"I'm very indifferent on the subject." Saihara added unnecessarily.
"They make me feel so vulnerable and small. I have a lot of trauma involving
small spaces so let's not get into it. I'm sorry. I just spoke my mind."
Rantaro said.
"Okay!" The other two said. But he could tell they were wondering what kind of
trauma would involve small spaces and why he was so desperate to change the
subject. It was only human nature after all. Once they got a taste of the fruit
they couldn't help but want to go back for more. Rantaro was considered one of
the more mysterious students. At a school for talented individuals, you'd
expect a lot of crazy people willing to give out every detail of their life.
Rantaro was more content with chilling in the background and watching life pass
by. He didn't want to be another Kokichi or Korekiyo. He was fine with being
one of the more normal students of Hope's Peak. And there was truly room for
everyone at Hope's Peak. While the outside world would shun him for his
piercings and daring sense of style, the Hope's Peak students accepted it and
wore even crazier things. Everyone was a little psycho there.
 
"Kiyo is dressed as a fair maiden!" Kokichi screeched. It was another crazy day
at Hope's Peak and Rantaro, Kaede and Saihara had just arrived at their lesson.
"Oh wow! I love the new look, Kiyo!" Rantaro chuckled.
 
"Degenerate males shouldn't get to touch clothes made for the beautiful bodies
of girls!" Tenko cried, tears streaming down her face.
"It's not like it was voluntary." Kiyo said. But he certainly wasn't fighting
it either. Kiyo wore the expression of a wounded soldier in the middle of a
battlefield, accepting his fate yet accepting happily that he'd go down in
history and that he'd died a hero fighting for the right cause.
"I needed models to try out my cosplay! I wanted to see how different bodies
and figures would pull it off!" Said Tsumugi.
"Kiyo is looking truly body beautiful today!" Said Kokichi as if he were a
sports commentator.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Miu asked, as if speaking the mind of
the rest of the room.
 
Later that day, Himiko had announced she would be doing a magic show. Yet
again. Her tricks never got boring though, she would always have something new
and exciting to show.
"And now! For a tiny box that can fit a whole person in it! That's just magic,
isn't it?!" Himiko said to her audience, gesturing to a small box.
Rantaro took one look at the box and felt nauseous. There would be a person
going in that? Those were the kind of questions running through his mind as he
stared at the box in disgust and utter shock. 
"Any volunteers?" Himiko called out.
"Yeah! Amami-chan would like to!" Said Kokichi. 
"I didn't say that!" Rantaro protested. But next thing he knew, he was in the
box. How ever did that happen?
 
Rantaro could barely move his head and he felt like he couldn't even breathe!
The box was truly suffocating. How did his body contort so that it would fit
into the box? Rantaro was panicking now. He may as well have accepted the box
as his home. 
This magic trick was certainly some dirty trick. Rantaro realized it felt
somehow glorious and tantalizing. His body being confined to such a small
space. It was freeing yet he felt so relentlessly trapped. Should he be ashamed
that he was enjoying his time in the box? He couldn't believe it. He shuddered
from the sheer thrill of it all. Rantaro was truly a thrillseeker by nature and
being packed in this tiny box like luggage in a suitcase was a crazy
experience. At the same time his claustrophobia was consuming him whole. This
box was a palace of surprises. A place where the imagination had no limits and
yet it was so compact.
Rantaro tried to stretch out his legs but failed miserably. He just couldn't.
He was a tall guy which made this situation even stranger. Rantaro blushed
imagining the audience's reaction to this freakish display. He felt heat rush
over his body and he tried to stretch out his arms. To his dismay but also to
his relief. He felt so lucky to be confined like that. A truly Super High
School Level experience!
The young man was truly euphoric in this position. Unable to move. Not even an
inch. He was becoming breathless from panting. Partly because of how squashed
he was and partly from excitement. It was like ecstasy to him. It was a drug he
couldn't get enough of. The feeling of being trapped was addictive. Nowhere to
reach out his arms or legs. The audience must think he's an amazingly freakish
contortionist. But he didn't understand how he managed to fit in there, but he
wasn't going to argue with it. He could've been in the box for hours by now, it
seemed like it was a place without time. Rantaro wiggled his toes, savouring
the miniscule movement he was able to achieve.
His wavy hair brushed up against the top of the box, creating a stimulating
friction that made him feel alive. 'I guess this is how it feels to truly live'
Rantaro thought 'the rest is a sham. This is blissful.' Rantaro tried to
wriggle. Feeling ashamed of his thoughts he tried to let his mind go blank, to
let his visions go away. He felt obliged to hate it yet he couldn't help but
love it. The fear and restraint was constant. It was exhilarating. It was what
he'd been missing his entire life. He resisted a squeal of excitement as he
felt a shiver go up his spine. This was the moment his body was pushed to it's
limit. This was what he was born for. To be there and experience the senses
like that was utter paradise.
Rantaro felt petrified and vulnerable, but he couldn't shake the feeling of
utter happiness. This was paradise for Rantaro Amami. The walls around him
constraining him. He was excited. He was thrilled. There were chills. It could
be weeks by now, years. Who cares if the rest of the world has faded away?
Rantaro was experiencing life for the first time! And that was all that
mattered. He never wanted to leave that box but at the same time he was in
desperate need of saving. He felt violated, defiled. But he loved it. He loved
every second of it. He remembered every happy memory that stood out for him but
nothing impacted him as much as this moment in the box. It seemed every second
was more and more enthralling and terrifying. 'Being trapped has a bad
reputation' He thought 'because I fucking love it.' Was it love? Or was it a
thrilling kind of hatred? Whatever the feeling was felt like trying a forbidden
fruit.
He considered what might happen if he needed to go to the bathroom but let the
thought pass by. It didn't matter. At this time, Rantaro Amami was confined to
the box. His limbs aching to move and the box practically telling him to never
leave. This must be what cocaine feels like. No wonder people get addicted to
drugs if this is what they feel like... This must be what it's like, being an
innocent individual and trying drugs for the first time. So freeing yet so
shameful. So against society's rules but who cares when you're in utter bliss?
This is hope and despair combined to make a feeling that leaves you trapped.
His legs quivering in excitement but barely since how packed into the tiny box
he was. 
This was a fantasy world for Rantaro. He couldn't even tap on the side. He
couldn't kick it to roll it over. But it wasn't like he wanted to escape. It
was an imprisonment. It was a punishment yet a reward. Rantaro felt like a
prisoner on death row. He wasn't able to see the light of day but maybe it was
better that way. Maybe this was how the world intended it to be. Rantaro was
free of society's shackles. So what if he enjoyed this experience? No one could
tell! It was just a box with no emotion. That was one of the things that made
him feel so alive. If this was what being held captive was, Rantaro would want
to be kidnapped again and again.
Rantaro had, in fact, been kidnapped before. He had been driven for miles in
the boot of a car. Needless to say, he wasn't a big fan of cars after that. But
now this fear was gone... But at the same time it remained prominent and
constant! His back was aching like mad from being hunched over for so long and
his legs needed to be stretched but it was such a joyful and unique feeling. It
was a once in a lifetime experience so Rantaro made sure to enjoy every second
of this ride.
The confinement of it all was almost too much to bear. It consumed him. It
consumed his entire, unmovable body. All of his joints felt like they were
disintegrating and frail. He felt brand new. Like he could experience life in a
whole new way. He knew it wouldn't work, but he tried to kick his leg out and
failed. But he smiled at the result. He was so, so glad he couldn't move. It
was so wrong to feel like this! It was so right at the same time. He felt
impossibly dirty but at the same time fresh and clean, as if he'd shed his skin
to reveal a new person. His body couldn't move even if he wanted it to! He felt
his face heat up and a smile growing. He wanted to scream. There was no way
Rantaro was the same guy he was this morning. This captivity changed him. This
immobility. How can being truly trapped be so freeing? How can spending hours
on end in a box feel like a trip to Wonderland...?
Then Rantaro saw a flash of light. The top of the box was lifted. The audience
looked shocked beyond belief. You could hear gasps of 'how did he fit in
there?!'. Rantaro gave a weak wave to the audience. He was relieved yet so
unsatisfied with his removal from the box. How long had it been?
"And that's only the first 5 minutes of the show!" Himiko told the audience.
Really? Rantaro had felt like he'd spent a lifetime in that box!
He needed more.
"Whoa, Amami-kun! I'm so proud of you! That was amazing." Saihara told him,
excitedly.
"Haha yeah! It was weird. It was new." Rantaro told his friend.
Rantaro would never forget the pure euphoria of being in the box. It would live
with him forever. But it was his experience. And no one needed to know. Rantaro
smiled and grimaced at the box before walking away. That was living. And
Rantaro was so grateful he'd experienced that.
***** Ryoma Hoshi - Transformation *****
Chapter Summary
     Never had he expected to be the tennis racket. But life is truly a
     game!
What were considered 'the glory days'? It always seemed like a concept that
wouldn't be relevant until you were far into adulthood. But Ryoma Hoshi, the
Ultimate Tennis Player had felt as though his 'glory days' had already passed
him by and he never really had the chance to bask in that glory.
His life experience was so much more vast than that of the other students. He
had become jaded and nihilistic. The others still had a youthful outlook on
life and were full of hope. Hoshi sometimes felt like a bitter old war veteran
grandfather watching his grandkids grow up in front of his eyes. Their naivety
and innocence when faced with a life or death situation was so bittersweet to
him. It made him look back on his first time in a life threatening situation. 
 
"Nishishishi!" Squealed Kokichi, his eyes lighting up with a childlike
excitement "I feel absolutely cheeky today!" 
"Who just goes and announces bullshit like that?" Miu asked, exasperated at
Kokichi's antics. It was breakfast and unsurprisingly, the students
personalities were clashing. Hoshi sat there, a cynical look on his face. 
"Me, you dirty old sock!" Ouma said.
"Uhhh... Could you call me that again?" Miu's eyes glistened with a masochistic
excitement.
"How about you just put a sock in it and shut the fuck up." Hoshi told the
others. He was past getting unreasonably angry, but he wasn't past being
irritated at their banter.
 
"Hey Hoshi, I really want to see your tennis skills in person so uhh.. You want
to play a match?" Saihara asked the young man, an optimistic glint in his eyes.
Saihara seemed enthusiastic and full of genuine fascination, though he was
trying to contain it, as a reserved individual.
"Pssh. You can live without seeing it, kid. There's no passion left in it
anyway." Hoshi mimicked taking a puff of a cigarette with his candy stick. If
only he had a real one with him, it might lighten his mood by the tiniest
percentage.
"Don't put yourself down like that..." Saihara said, a red creeping up his
cheek. It was clear he was not the most comfortable with giving compliments or
reassurance, so it was presumably from the heart "A-Any talent is amazing, and
you're lucky to have it."
"Cut the cheesy shit, Saihara. I'm not Mr. Roboto. I'm not gonna be inspired by
this kind of preaching." Hoshi said. He didn't feel the slightest bit bad about
insulting Kiibo. After all, he was a robot and no matter how good the
technology was, Hoshi believed you couldn't just program emotions into a piece
of scrap metal. Kiibo was simply a walking, talking microwave in Hoshi's eyes.
Good for completing tasks, but when it starts to make noise then it's
infuriating.
"Yeah, man! I wanna see this guy's skills too! I think I could beat this
leprechaun." Said Kaito. 'What a clueless guy' thought Hoshi. 
"Hmmm yeah..." Korekiyo joined the conversation "The limits of the human body
and what it's capable of... Fascinating, fascinating."
"If I have the power of Atua on my side, I can surely beat this guy!" Angie
said "Although I don't have tennis on my island..."
All of the others added an enthusiastic and characteristic comment to the
discussion, but at this point Hoshi had given up on listening. If they were
that persistent then it would probably be a whole lot easy just to do it than
listen to their nagging all day.
"Fine. All of you. Come to my lab and I'll let you see a bit of my playing."
Hoshi reluctantly agreed, much to the others joy. You could almost feel the
excitement buzzing in the air.
 
Once they reached the lab, Hoshi began to explain some of his techniques in the
most simple way possible. Years of training had got him there and he wasn't
about to teach these bastards how to do every trick in the book.
"Could I have a go!? It looks so fun!" Kiibo asked, his robotic yet uncannily
human voice filled with energy and passion.
"Sur-" Hoshi finished his sentence when he realized his legs just wouldn't
move. In fact, it almost seemed like his legs were merging together. It was an
unfamiliar sensation, unlike anything he'd ever felt. Was it a bad feeling? No.
Was it a good feeling? Probably not.  It was mesmerizing. It was strange. His
legs crept closer and closer together until they were barely recognizable as
legs. They seemed so unnatural. It was almost like the stump of a tree. Yet it
was shiny and didn't look like skin, only the color of his skin remained. Hoshi
had certainly experienced a lot but this was something new. Something very new
that would change his worldview forever.
"Uhhh is it just me or is Hoshi shrinking!?" Miu yelped. And indeed he was. The
already tiny young man was getting smaller. The others seemed to tower around
him. It was like a scene out of Gulliver's Travels. Hoshi felt so small and
diminutive. More so than usual, that is. They were so much bigger than him at
this point, he felt like a small animal at a zoo. It felt exploitative and
wrong yet their confusion was perfectly understandable.
"It's definitely my magic." Himiko insisted, but no one heard her. They were
way to focused on the scene unfolding in front of their eyes.
Hoshi's arms seemed to be being lifted up by some kind of invisible force,
making an 'O' shape around his head. Then his arms began to merge, much like
his legs. Hoshi attempted to move them but they were already stuck like an
impossibly strong magnet. His hands and feet were nowhere to be seen. It was as
if they had melted. Hoshi wasn't scared, but he felt an intense anger rush over
his distorted body. This shouldn't be humanly possible... And yet. What were
once his arms seemed to get thinner and thinner until they reached a point
where they seemed to stop or at least slow down.
His hair began to divide into a strange grid, reminiscent of the strings on a
tennis racket. His hair was no longer hair but it was a kind of fibre, although
the colour was the same as it had always been.Was this a dream? Hoshi wanted to
shout but he was too furious for any words to form. 
"Wait a second... Hoshi is turning into a tennis racket!" An indistinguishable
voice called out from the crowd. It was such a commotion.
There was a burning sensation to it. He felt as though he was being molded like
play dough. It seemed to be happening so effortlessly. It was magical. That was
one of the first words he would use when describing this situation. Frustrating
yet magical. There was undoubtedly a sense of adventure to it, also. He was so
powerless here. Any attempt to fight it would surely be in vain. He just let it
happen. His face began to sink into the rest of his new 'body'. It seemed like
it was getting smaller and his point of view began to change.
"Well... He's a tennis racket. So let's have a play!" Ouma said, grinning
menacingly but at the same time there was a certain childlike innocence to his
words.
"I mean.. Why not? It sounds like fun..." Saihara admitted. He had been wanting
to play a game using the Hoshi racket but couldn't muster up the courage to say
it out loud, in fear of judgement or ridicule. But now it seemed like his
feelings were shared with the rest of the teenagers.
Kokichi placed a tennis ball on the racket and began to bounce it up and down.
This feeling was absolutely agonizing for Hoshi. He was writhing in pain and
there was nothing he could do to escape. It felt like someone was pulling each
strand of his hair out with their bare hands. Hoshi's face looked so natural on
the tennis racket, like it had always been that way.
Saihara and Ouma began to hit the ball back and forth in a perfect rally.
Saihara had never been that good at tennis before... What made this different?
Was it the pure passion that was incorporated into the game from seeing Hoshi
transform and the use of the Hoshi racket? Although Ouma was the one holding
Hoshi, Saihara's skills were unbelievably good. Just because of one little
mishap!
 "Whoa! Saihara-chan is good!" Ouma said.
The ball flew into the Hoshi racket, an excruciating pain flooding through his
body, if you could call it that. The ball bounced off Hoshi with ease. Never in
his many years of playing tennis had Hoshi ever considered actually BEING the
tennis racket. He felt as though there were no bones left in his body, he was
almost invincible. But the sense of pain was still there. And the pain seemed
to be amped up crazily high in this form.
Eventually they stopped playing and Ouma dropped the Hoshi racket on the floor,
as if he was nothing but a normal racket. Hoshi's face was at the top of the
handle, right below the strings. Could he even call himself human anymore?
Would he ever return from this form? Hoshi felt as though these questions
weren't even worth asking. This situation was so otherworldly that literally
anything could occur. The universe had no limits. Hoshi, who earlier that day
was cynical of everything was now in utter disbelief as he had taken the form
of a tennis racket.
"Saihara! Let's have a match!" Kaito waved at his friend. Hoshi felt like such
an insignificant object. 
"Of course!" Saihara said, and they began to play. Each hit sending Hoshi into
a state of electrifying pain.
That day, it seemed as though the universe had glitched a little. Something
went wrong in the coding. Or maybe it went right, depending on who's angle you
decided to look at it from.
The students began to slowly make their way out of the room, and Saihara took
with him the Hoshi racket.
"Dude... That's a bit weird! That's still Hoshi, y'know!" Kaito said to
Saihara.
"I don't think so. It's a memory." Saihara smiled whimsically. 
 
Now you can just imagine the look on Saihara's face when he woke up to Hoshi
sleeping on his bedroom floor!
***** Maki Haruwaka - Fully Body Inflation *****
Chapter Summary
     Maki inflates like a balloon. It’s wild.
Kaede could not remember the last time she'd had a dream like the one she'd
just awoken from. It had been set in a dark room with only one light bulb that
seemed to flicker on and off inconsistently, when the light was on she could
see that the room was filled with balloons. She wondered if it meant anything
and if it did, what it meant.
 
UPUPUPUPUPU! GOOD MORNING STUDENTS! THE MONOKUBS HAVE SOME VERY SPECIAL
PRESENTS FOR YOU IN THE GYMNASIUM!
 
"Oh God." She sighed, watching the little screen in her room, she knew full
well these would not be the kind of presents any of them would want to receive
but she also knew there would probably be consequences if she didn't turn up.
Using her monopad to remind her of the location of gymnasium, she walked across
the to the main building and surprisingly didn't bump into anyone else on their
way until-
"Good morning, Kaede." Korekiyo greeted her, his expression unable to read as
usual so she couldn't tell if he was as confused as she was.
"Hi, Kiyo!" She gave him a small wave, not sure whether to engage in
conversation or not.
"I suppose you received the same announcement as I did." He said, he had
approached her now.
"Yep!" Someone she was still trying to keep up her joyful exterior. "I wonder
what it could be! Shall we go in? "
"Certainly, but Kaede," Korekiyo's looked at her quite sternly, as shown though
his eyes. "It's very obvious that you're feeling uneasy right now, why try and
pretend you aren't?"
"No, no, it's nothing, I'm sure these gifts can't be that bad, I'm only
slightly worried!" She didn't want to launch him into some deep philosophical
discussion about how humans show emotions in different cultures.
Korekiyo nodded, "I shall accept your answer. But I find it rather pitiful that
you feel the need to put up this facade."
Kaede didn't know how to respond, this insult seemed to come out of no where!
Did he really think this about her? She still hadn't figured him out yet.

In the gymnasium, the other students had gathered, all of them waiting
expectantly for whatever was going to happen next.
"I love presents! Nishishishi!" She could hear Ouma even from where she was
standing. Typical.
"Shut up!" She assumed that was Kaito replying to the faux naivety from the
boy.
 
Before Kaede could even approach her friend, Shuuichi, the monokubs had
appeared in all their stupidity and bright colours.
"The moment you've all been waiting for!" Monotaro was the first to speak.
"I bet you're all super excited!" Monophanie added to her "brothers" words.
"Yes!" Ouma called out from the crowd, smirking as usual.
"Well then get ready to be amazed!" Monotaro revealed the box he was holding
behind his back.
The box was quite large and sturdy looking, only adding to Kaede's curiosity.
She wondered what may be inside, maybe another killer robot? Or perhaps they
had been hacked and were actually gonna give them nice presents.
"Ta da!" Kaede blinked, she realised she'd been caught up in her thoughts and
had forgotten to even look at the box!
Inside the box was what you might expect from the monokubs: garbage. Absolute
garbage. Trash to the first degree.
"Aww! I'm so disappointed!" Ouma spilled some crocodile tears but was
aggressively ignored by everyone else who just sighed and approached the box,
hoping that was really not it.
"A fucking lamp?!" Miu exclaimed, holding up a tattered old thing. "What the
fuck am I gonna do with this shit? Shove it up my ass?"
"Knowing you..." Ouma said, cheekily. He was such a little scamp.
"Seriously, though, what is this crap?" Kaito asked the bears who were all
standing, twiddling their thumbs and fidgeting a bit.
"We... May or may not have mixed up the boxes?" Monosuke admitted to him.
"Daddy is gonna kill us!" Monophanie squealed, it wasn't a noise that any ears
would enjoy.
"Wow! All that hype and we got nothing!" Kaito looked a bit downtrodden but
Kaede was very relieved.
She'd expected the worst and honestly a pile of trash was a Godsend in
comparison to the horrors she'd been imagining.
After everyone had a bit of a rummage around, everyone left empty handed,
except Gonta - he'd found a small plastic bug and of course he couldn't just
leave it there!
"Hey, Kaede, you coming?" Shuuichi called as the others began to file out.
Kaede was lingering near the box.
"I'll catch you up! I didn't get a look at it cause I was at the back!" She
replied, this was true, as she'd arrived practically last, she hadn't got to
look through the box at all and even though it was just trash she hoped there
might be something of interest in it.
But there was nothing, just a bunch of stuff you'd find at an antique shop or
somewhere else old and musty - which got her thinking what this stuff was
originally for.
"Wait, what is this!" She thought to herself as her hands brushed up against
some crinkly plastic at the very bottom of the box, it felt new and out of
place.
Feeling like she was doing a lucky dip, she grabbed the plastic and yanked it
out from underneath the rest of the stuff.
"Balloons?" This reminded her of her dream which confused her even more.
She read the label, "Magic Balloons".
"Wonder what makes them magic?" She spoke aloud, opening the packet.
The real shock game when she realised that each balloon had a cartoon face on
it. And she was staring directly at a red balloon, with the face ... Maki.
 
Kaede had taken the balloons back to her room immediately, she knew everyone
else would just tell her to forget about it and that it was some weird prank by
Monokuma, but something about them coupled with her dream seemed like there was
something special about them.
"Here goes nothing!" She didn't really know what she expected to happen as she
put the Maki balloon to her lips and began to blow.
She began to giggle as she blew it up, seeing Maki's sullen face on a colourful
balloon was quite strange.
Then when the balloon was at it's capacity, she tied a quick knot and left it
on the desk, not really sure of what to do now.
"I know, I'll go see Maki!" The balloon had inspired her to go try another hand
at befriending the cold girl.
 
She'd had to ask a couple people before she finally found out that they'd seen
Maki heading to the library, which Kaede thought was perfect as she would be
able to talk to her alone!
 
In the library, Maki was sat on the floor with a book in her hand, Kaede didn't
quite catch the title before the book had snapped shut and Maki had stood up.
"Hi, Maki!" She grinned at the girl, who was staring right at her.
"What do you want?" Maki was ready to leave straight away.
"I just wanted to talk to you, make friends and stuff!" Kaede hoped this was
suffice as an excuse.
"I'm not here to make friends." Was the reply she got.
Kaede sighed, she was just about to give up when suddenly.
"Ahh!" Maki suddenly made a small noise.
"What is it!?" Kaede jumped to her side, hoping she wasn't hurt.
"Nothing, I just felt a bit odd." She muttered.
Now Kaede was reminded of how she'd lied to Korekiyo earlier when she told him
she wasn't that scared, and that told her that Maki was not telling the truth.
She then noticed that Maki was clutching her stomach a little.
"Do you have a tummy ache?" She asked, perhaps the nerves were getting to her,
but this seemed unlikely for Maki.
"No it's just-" Maki stopped and groaned again, this time Kaede heard a
gurgling noise.
Maki dropped her hands to her sides and now Kaede could see the problem.
"Your stomach!" She yelped.
Maki's normally flat stomach had started to bulge, very quickly, her tummy was
now pressing gently against the fabric of her shirt and it was growing in size.
"What's happening!" Maki's eyes flashed some uncharacteristic fear, but Kaede
doubted anyone could stay calm in this situation.
"Should I get help?!" Kaede exclaimed, she was in a state of shock, what was
going on?!
"No! Wait! I don't want anyone to see me!" Maki's stomach continued to grow and
Kaede could now see that her thighs were now starting to expand too.
Kaede just stood, frozen.
"It feels like it's speeding up!" Maki's belly was now starting to appear from
under her uniform and the buttons looked very strained.
"Is it painful?" Kaede looked worried.
"No, no it's just really weird! Make it stop!" She looked down at her tummy as
it ballooned out, her thighs were now twice their size!
"Wait, Maki turn around." Kaede realised it wasn't just her belly and thighs.
Maki found her movements were slower and more of a waddle, but she turned
around anyway.
Her ass had doubled it's weight, and had grown so big already that Kaede could
see her panties as it outgrew her skirt.
Maki's face was tinged pink with embarrassment as she looked back at her large
behind and her exposed panties.
When she turned back to face Kaede, her belly was even bigger than before.
Kaede had doubts that the shirt would last much longer. And she was right, the
buttons popped and shot across the room at a violent speed, allowing her belly
to grow freely.
It was massive, and it hadn't stopped growing. Maki's boobs seemed to be
expanding alongside it, her once average sized breasts now seemed like two
enormous watermelons.
"What should I do?!" Maki groped at her stomach as if it would make it stop.
"I-I don't know! I feel like I should be doing something! Please let me get
someone!" Kaede was unsure of what would be the right thing to do.
"No!" Maki pleaded, looking at her with eyes brimming full with tears.
"Maki! I'm sorry!" Kaede didn't know why she was apologising but all she wanted
to do was hug her and tell her it would be okay.
Her skirt was ripping at the seams now and where the fabric had already torn,
flesh was bulging out. Then RIP! The whole skirt fell away, leaving Maki clad
only in her underwear.
Kaede wanted to look away, not wanting to embarrass the girl by seeing her
nearly nude but it was a bit too late now.
Maki's body was taking the form of a full circle, her arms and legs seemed to
be engulfed in her inflated shape, leaving only her hands and feet sticking
out. Even her cheeks had taken on a chubbier and puffier shape, Kaede couldn't
deny she looked quite cute.
Maki could feel her body expanding still, her belly felt so incredibly tight as
if it was full of air. The pressure of it was strong and she prayed that she
wouldn't pop! Her ass so big now that her panties were beginning to give her a
wedgie as they became tighter and tighter and more lost in between her two
ginormous buttocks. She wanted to walk but her feet were too buried under her
bulging tummy, she couldn't even see them! She tried to rock herself over but
only found herself able to teeter slightly in either direction but this only
caused more discomfort as she could felt her inflated thighs be pushed against
the floor, and they felt incredibly sensitive.
"I'm a balloon!" She cried.
That was when Kaede remembered, "The balloons!"
"Wait, what?!" Maki looked confused, wobbling slightly as she attempted to move
yet again.
"I'll be right back and when I am, you'll be ask good as new!" Kaede ran out
the door.
 
She dashed to her room and grabbed the Maki balloon, she carefully attempted to
untie the knot, making sure she didn't pop it.
"Yes!" She exclaimed, victorious, once she had untied it and it quickly
deflated.
 
Once she had done so, she ran back down to Maki, who was already on the mend.
Her belly had decreased rapidly and her arms and legs were becoming visible
again.
"I don't what you did, but thank you!" Maki looked away, blushing slightly.
Although it came with the realisation that the entire situation was her fault,
she was glad to have been able to help.
Kaede waited with Maki until she had returned to her normal size. 
“Please don’t mention this to anyone.” Maki was yet to revert to her normal,
cold self and still sounded vulnerable.
”Of course not!” Kaede grabbed the girl’s hand and squeezed it. “This is
strictly between you and me.”
Maki gave her a small smile and to Kaede, this was a big accomplishment. 
 
 
***** Shuuichi Saihara - Foot stuff/Surrealism *****
Chapter Summary
     Just as the title says. Feet.....They happen!
"Upupupupupu! Goodnight students and don't let the bedbears bite!" Monokuma lit
up Saihara's otherwise dark room with his last message for the day.
Seeing his monochrome face right before bed was not Saihara's idea of a good
time. Although he'd spent a fair amount of nights there, he was in no way used
to having to watch the regular updates and he doubted that he was ever going to
be. There was so many times that he wished that he could just grab a remote and
switch the TV off, in fact he wished he could just go and switch the whole damn
place off - or at least leave it on standby.
The most "standby" that he could get was the hours that he slept which were
somehow not yet plagued with nightmares, haunted by his deceased classmates.
Instead, he found refuge and safety in his dreams. Dreams of back home. Dreams
of his old school. Dreams.
When you're in a situation as Saihara is, you take time to appreciate things
that were once seen as nothing - like dreaming. Dreaming used to mean nothing
to him, maybe he'd dream of a classmate that he'd had a crush on or perhaps
he'd dream that he was naked in front of his whole school. Here, his dreams
were less like dreams and more like reality. When trapped by a bear in a school
and being forced to kill the other students to escape, suddenly, your dreams
don't seem so abnormal and nonsensical. They seem like they are just another
day, like when he went to sleep he actually woke up.
All this was true, up until now, up until this very moment.
Saihara had laid down, propped up his pillows and pulled the covers over
himself, preparing for a night of meaningless, monotonous, mundane dreams: just
how he liked them.
He had not prepared, though, for what was truly to come.
Truthfully, Saihara hadn't even felt himself falling asleep when he'd sat up in
bed, realising that although his bed was still his bed - it was not in his
room.
His room had been replaced with what looked like an endless landscape, the sky
(if it could be referred to as such) was pitch black and the floor beneath him
looked like a vast ocean. But instead of being a deep blue or green, it had a
glowing golden hue, that gave off a phantom light. It was still. No wave dared
to rock the smooth surface of whatever liquid this was.
"What the hell?" Saihara breathed, he was shocked but also mesmerized by his
environment. He didn't know what he was supposed to do, was he dreaming? Was
this one of Monokuma's tricks? Did he dare step out of his bed?
Cautiously, he edged closer to the side of his bed, his breathing seemed to be
amplified in this world - as if someone had place a microphone right under his
lips. He decided he would touch the liquid below him.
Taking one finger, he touched the surface of it. It did not feel like water. It
had a much higher viscosity, more along the lines of honey but did not leave
any sticky residue on the tip of his finger. As well, it lacked in the
clearness of both water and honey. It was opaque, much like milk.
Somehow he knew deep inside that there was no danger in touching this
substance, it was a strong and overwhelming feeling that urged him to step into
it with his bare feet. Left foot first, he dipped in his toes, the luminous
liquid seemed to melt over them, absorbing them into it. He continued, lowering
his foot further and letting the whole thing be engulfed by the warm feeling.
It felt like utter bliss.
He could feel euphoria washing over him like a wave as he let the liquid take
his foot, then, he dunked his right foot in, slower this time - savoring the
moment that it first touched the tip of his toenails, and the moment he felt it
creep underneath them, and the feeling of relaxation as filled in the gaps
between his toes. It was a good temperature of not too hot and not too cold but
just hot enough to contrast with the rest of his body in a way one may feel
when dipping a foot into a bath to test the temperature.
Once both feet were fully submerged, he stood up, wondering exactly how deep
this ocean of gold may be. To his surprise it was not very deep at all, in
fact, it barely reached above his ankles.
"Where do I go now?" He spoke aloud as looked about the place, it was very very
empty. There was not another object in sight. For now, it was just him and his
bed.
This being said, somehow his question was answered. But it was not answered in
the way you our I may respond to something, instead it was answered upon the
sole of his foot. You may be wondering how, and rightly so. He first felt it
very slightly, as if somebody was lightly brushing a feather along the bottom
of his feet in one straight line. As soon as it happened, he knew what it
meant. It meant he had to walk. In one straight line.
After a few steps, the feeling of the feather changed directions as if it were
now at an angle, the feeling was stronger now and had hit a sensitive spot near
his toes - this caused him to giggle out loud as the tickling continued - now
he knew he had to change directions.
And so, the feather led him along, trudging through the thick, elusive, honey-
like liquid, tickling him in a different direction every time he needed to
turn. Sometimes the feeling was barely noticeable but this made it even more
ticklish as it was such a delicate feeling along his foot and other times it
felt more like a stroking sensation but this was still very ticklish too.
He wandered around for a while, laughing aloud every now and then when the
tickling was overwhelming and then as suddenly as it started, it stopped.
"I guess this is where I'm supposed to be." He stood on the spot, now realising
that he was unable to see his bed anymore, not even on the horizon - had it
disappeared? Or perhaps he'd walked further than he'd realised.
Before he had anymore time to think about this conundrum, he felt the liquid
beneath him feel more and more like water and it felt as if it were getting
deeper and deeper until suddenly-
He dropped.
Saihara was falling, down and down, he missed the feeling of warmth on his
feet, now there was nothing but emptiness. Surprisingly cold emptiness. But
this coldness seemed to be central in his feet. It spread from his toes, an icy
chill that climbed up further until they felt as if they were frozen solid.
They felt numb with ice but at the same time there was strange tingling
sensation that came alongside it.
"This is odd." He was able to reach out and touch his feet as he continued to
plummet through the darkness.
His feet felt as cold to touch as he'd expected, but pressing and squeezing
them seemed to warm them up slightly. It was as if he had a extreme pins and
needles. He tried shaking his foot around to check if that was the case but it
was to no avail. They'd stayed as cold as an ice cube and the tingling feeling
was persistent.
He then attempted to rub them vigorously to heat them up, which worked
temporarily but nevertheless, it felt good to turn his attention to his feet
and care for them, massaging them out of their numbness.
Saihara was reminded of Alice In Wonderland as he fell deeper.
”How long can I really fall for?” Just like last time, as if by magic, as soon
as he asked, he was answered.
This time he was answered by a loud thump. The sound he made as he hit the
ground.
It was still pitch black but now he couldn’t even see his body and  he could
feel his feet being contained somehow, as if they were trapped in something.
He sat up, looking for an explanation for this weird feeling, when suddenly -
there was light!
A blindfold had just been ripped off his head and now he could see everything. 
And boy was there a lot to see, he was outside in some sort of street that he
didn’t recognise in any way whatsoever.
The buildings all looked very old and different and the street was just a dirt
track.
Now he could find out what was wrong with his feet! 
Saihara looked down and gasped, his feet were in fact trapped... In stocks.
”What is going on?!” He struggled against the wooden structure, trying to pull
his feet away but there was no use, they were stuck.
The wood felt very tight around his ankles, it rubbed against his skin when he
wriggled around and seemed to strangle them when he was still.
Then, he heard footsteps, a man was approaching, wearing a mask. He was holding
a large feather, a very large feather.
”Hello?! Could you help me please?” Saihara asked, the feather made him uneasy.
The man did not reply, only came closer. Closer and closer until he was right
next to him, his feather was too close for comfort.
”What am I doing here? Why am I trapped?” Saihara needed answers.
Still no reply. But now, the feather was being brushed against his feet.
”No! STOP! Please!” He begged, between choking laughter.
His face was going red and his eyes were filling with tears from his hysterical
giggling.
The feather create such an extreme feeling of tickling that it was unbearable
not to laugh.
Now Saihara was almost screaming as he shook his feet around in an attempt to
stop the torture.
”NO! HELP!” He tried again, wriggling his toes desperately.
His stomach hurt from laughing, it ached badly and he couldn’t stop.
His feet felt so sensitive and the feather was so delicate as it stroked up and
down and left and right.
He closed his eyes and begged silently that he could go back home.
When he opened them, he was no longer on the street but he was also not at
home.
Saihara was now sat on some soft grass, next to a beautiful waterfall and
surrounded by a lushious forest at every angle.
The blades of grass were heaven on his feet, he stood up so he could feel them
pressing against them more, walking in circles to get the full experience of it
all.
It was so soft, as if he was walking on pillows, squishy and plump. In between
his toes it felt unbelievable, even the mud was ecstasy for the skin.
”Shuuichi!” Saihara jumped, he knew that voice. It was Miu.
”Miu?” Saihara was confused, what was she doing here? 
The girl bounded out from the trees, looking very different from normal, she
looked very blissful and joyous. 
“Shuuichi! Sit down!” She drawled, her voice sounded different too.
”W-What? Why?!” Saihara was extremely sceptical of this behaviour.
”Wait for me!” Angie followed Miu out from the trees. She too looked different
and and if she was in a trance.
After Angie came Himiko, Tenko and Tsumugi, all of them looking strange too.
”What’s up with you guys?” Saihara was concerned for his friends.
”Sit down! Sit down!” They all crowded round him, trying to push him to the
floor. He obliged and sat.
As soon as he had, they all joined him on the floor, settling down by his feet.
Miu grabbed his left foot and shoved it straight into her mouth. 
“WHAT THE HELL?!” Saihara tried to pull away.
Miu had begun sucking on all of his toes, leaving a trail of saliva along each
one.
”Wha-What are you doing?” Saihara was so confused but it felt so good he didn’t
really want her to stop anymore.
She carried her tongue down the bottom of his foot and traced it in circles
round the middle. It tickled in a very soft way.
Then Himiko took his right foot, putting only his big toe in her small mouth,
she sucked on it hard, nibbling on it a little - just enough for Saihara to
feel it. 
She then ran her teeth up and down it, ever so slightly so that it sent tingles
down Saihara’s spine. 
Angie leaned in and joined Himiko on the right foot, planting tiny kisses on
the bottom of his foot.
It felt so good, so relaxing, Saihara lay down on the grass and let the girls
continue their treatment.
Tenko had begun on his left foot as well, she stroked it gently with her
finger, drawing hearts in his skin. 
Then she began to lick the sole of his foot as Miu went back to sucking on his
toes.
Tsumugi softly chomped on his left foot too, just hard enough to leave some
bite marks.
Saihara smiled to himself, it was such strong feeling of relaxation.
He closed his eyes for a second, prepared to doze off for a minute or two. But
when he did, he found himself opening them almost immediately.
Saihara was back in his room again. It was still dark. He checked his clock,
he’d only been asleep for 10 minutes. 
Turning over to sleep on his side, he still felt a trace of a smile on his face
as the feeling of relaxation and calm lingered.
***** Angie Yonaga - Hypnosis *****
Chapter Summary
     Sometimes, your mind plays tricks on you.
As many tales have began before, it was a bright and sunny day. Not as bright
and sunny as on Angie's island, but it was exceptionally hot.
Angie sat perched on the steps outside the school building, the sun giving her
tanned skin an illusion of glowing. Sun worship was an important custom back in
her home country and she found it shocking that none of the other students were
engaging in sun worship. How could they not worship the sun in all its glory?
Angie shook her head in dismay. That just wasn't right! They were so
ungrateful!
"Howdy Angie." Said a relaxed voice behind her. Angie jumped a little and
turned to see the mysterious student, Rantaro Amami. He wasn't threatening in
the least, but his unknown talent made everyone doubt his intentions. 
"Hellooo! I'm just worshipping the beautiful sun that Atua created!" Angie
explained.
"Oh you do sun worship?" Rantaro said, looking intrigued "Me too! I love to
travel the world and learn about all their traditions. Sun worship is one that
really stuck with me. I actually learned about it from lemurs!"
"Whoaaaa! On my island we do sun worship WITH the lemurs!" Said Angie.
"Seriously?! That's awesome! I'd love to come visit your island someday.
Although they might not want a silly guy like me there."
"After that we give blood to the lemurs from the oldest woman in the village!"
Angie went on. Rantaro's expression changed with the drop of a hat. He now
looked slightly frightened. 
"She must be.. All out of blood.. I guess!" Rantaro said.
 
"I feel a scheme coming on." Ouma said to his reflection. Followed by his
trademark 'nishishishi!' And boy, was this one remarkable scheme. Not that he
had come up with it yet or anything, but it's Kokichi after all.
 
"You know... I've always wanted to see life through the eyes of a lemur! I want
to be as free and uninhibited as a lemur!" Angie told the young man next to
her, her eyes sparkling in excitement.
"Well... I mean, I kinda know a bit about hypnosis..." Rantaro said, his tone
suggesting he had little confidence in this skill.
"Whaaaaaa!?! I just love it when Atua gives mere humans amazing talents! You
know what? Maybe you're Ultimate Hypnotizer!"
"I... Don't think so." Rantaro laughed "But if you want I can hypnotize you
into seeing the sun the way a lemur does."
"Please! Ohhh please do that!" Angie begged passionately.
"Uhh.. That was a joke. But if you insist..." Rantaro sighed.
"Woohoo! To experience the sun the way lemurs do! A dream come true!" Angie
said.
 
Rantaro pulled out a small pocket watch and began to swing it repetitively and
slowly from one side to the other. Angie was obviously easily influenced by
things like that as she had already begun to fade into a state of trance. Angie
was feeling woozy, as if she'd drank too much of one of the weird, unidentified
substances her home island got delivered regularly.  The world began to spin,
leaving Angie in a lethargic daze. Rantaro had absolute power over her, she was
no more than a puppet. However, Rantaro wasn't the kind of guy to take
advantage of a girl in a situation like that, fortunately for the girl in front
of him. Not that he had any desire to do anything to Angie in the first place.
But knowing he had absolute control over another human being made Rantaro feel
terrified yet at the same time, thrilled.
 
"Keep breathing, nice and slow." Rantaro instructed her.
 
Angie's eyes were now cartoonishly swirly. It was like nothing Rantaro had ever
encountered in his life. Her eyes were endless spirals, and Rantaro felt that
if he stared at them long enough he'd end up hypnotized too! 
"Okay now I want yo-" Rantaro began but was almost immediately interrupted.
"Forget everything you've ever known and become a wild lemur!" Kokichi yelled. 
"Wh- What did you do that for?!" Rantaro asked, his normally calm demeanor
lessening as he began to panic. 
"Nishishishi! She was crazy already but now she's a loony!" Said Kokichi.
"Do you not realize what you've just done?!" Rantaro said.
"Oh I realize! That's what makes it so cracking fun!" Ouma giggled and ran
off. 
 
Now Monokuma and his cubs weren't gonna be the only animals here...
 
Angie's eyes opened abruptly, but her expression seemed so different, so feral!
"Oh man... What have I done?" Rantaro sighed, his face on his hand.
Before he could even think of what to do next, Angie had scampered off
elsewhere. Yep, she was running around on all fours, hopping over
obstacles like it was natural to her.
 
"Angie...? The fuck are you doing on the floor?" Said Miu. It seemed the buxom
girl had spoken too soon, Angie had grabbed her leg and bit into it like it was
a delicious slice of cake given to a starving child. Angie's teeth sunk into
her flesh like a knife to butter. There was not an ounce of hesitation.
"FUCK! ANGIE YOU FLAT CHESTED LITTLE FREAK! THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!" Miu
wailed, trying to shake Angie off her leg. She'd barely been in this state for
five minutes and she was already wreaking havoc. 
Miu eventually shook Angie off, but a bite mark was left behind. It would make
sure Miu would never forget this encounter. The blood from her leg began to
trickle as Miu started to realize... She actually enjoyed it a whole lot.
Having pain inflicted upon her so suddenly, so unexpectedly. It made her
shudder in bliss. The mark was so noticeable, she could just imagine how many
people would turn their heads and wonder what caused it, how many people would
come up and ask her how it happened. A shiver of pure ecstasy crept up her
spine, making her drool.
Meanwhile, Angie was making her way over to a certain supreme leader. She bound
towards him like a gazelle. Or more like a lemur. Kokichi was wearing a smug
expression until she jumped onto him as if she were jumping from tree to tree.
Kokichi lost his balance and toppled over with Angie landing on top of him in a
compromising position.
"Ahhh! Get off me!" Kokichi yelped. Angie wasn't having any of that. She began
to scan his body, looking for anything of worth. Angie grabbed hold of his cock
with her mouth as though she was trying to catch a bug that was running away.
Her grip was truly ferocious and Kokichi was rock hard. Kokichi gasped for air.
He couldn't tell her to stop, and in that moment he didn't really want her to.
It was mind numbingly painful yet intoxicated. Angie seemed to know her way
around, she seemed to know all the right places, even in this state of mind.
Kokichi felt so objectified.
Angie quickly got up without a second thought. She was moving on to her next
victim, though to her they weren't victims. Simply creatures in her way or
objects. Her next stop was Korekiyo Shinguuji, she lept towards the tall young
man and launched herself into his ass and took a bite. Kiyo yelped, he was so
unprepared and he felt violated. Kiyo was into a lot of... Interesting things.
But while he was going about his day to day life, he wasn't ready to be bitten
in the ass by one of his fellow students.
Angie had let go but Kiyo felt so bruised. So defiled. Humanity never failed to
surprise him. Kiyo felt a blush creeping up his cheeks, not only did he just
get bitten but there was also a hole in his pants.
Just that moment, Kiibo strolled by. Taking one look at Angie and sighing
heavily.
"Oh, the humanity..." Kiibo said.
Before he knew it, Angie had made her way over to him. She climbed the robot as
if he were a ladder and hopped over the back.
The world in front of Angie began to turn hazy, it was all a big mess of
colours. She fell to the floor with a thud, making the heads of the others turn
at the speed of light. Angie now looked truly peaceful, laying there on the
floor like that.
In a few minutes time Angie opened her eyes...
"What... Happened?" Angie asked, confused. 
 
 
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