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How did the rest of her class reacted, and how long since she was back on being a total slut who won't shut up about her body.

“I mean, it’s kind of sad…” Kaede said, looking troubled. She was talking with Shuichi about, what else, but the same thing as everyone else in the class.

Miu. Reading quietly. Covered from head to toe in clothes that might’ve looked conservative on someone less curvy than her, though they did precious little to contain her massive tits and ass. But even then, compared to her usual plunging cleavage and leather bands making her thicc thighs bulge obscenely, she looked prudish.

She’d even tied up her wild hair into a neat ponytail, and she’d begun wearing glasses Kaede was pretty sure she didn’t need- though if Miu had needed them before and not worn them, that was a whole other issue…

Kaede worried her lip for a moment, before turning back toward Shuichi. “Should we- do something?” She asked the Detective, who grimaced.

“I mean…” He sighed as Miu turned a page from her book, her face completely blank and calm. “Can we even do anything? It’s not like she’d let us help her…” He replied.

Kaede sighed at Shuichi’s response. “Yeah… But- we should still try!”

Shuichi grimaced again. “...Should we?” He asked carefully, making Kaede’s mouth drop open. “I-I mean- Look, Miu’s fine! Everyone’s happy to have Miu calm down, and are you really going to try and argue that Miu was doing well before?” Shuichi said quickly, and Kaede winced.

No, Kaede wasn’t about to pretend Miu had been a well-balanced individual before, but still… “This doesn’t feel right.” She replied, pouting.

She watched as Kokichi approached the reading blonde cockily, a smirk pulling at his lips as he prepared to say something- only to suddenly be yanked away by Tenko, whatever he’d been about to say smothered by the martial artist, who, just as everyone else in the room, seemed very invested in keeping Miu quiet and reserved.

Kaede frowned. No, this wasn’t right. Miu might not have been perfect, but now, she wasn’t Miu.

And Kaede wasn’t about to just let this slide.

She stood up from her seat, making Shuichi blink as the blonde stomped her way over to Miu. And before anyone could stop her-

She lunged forward, and nearly tackled Miu off her seat as she began hungrily making out with the blonde.

Miu’s cry of surprise was swallowed by Kaede’s kiss, as was her moan of pleasure as she forced her sweater up, freeing Miu’s tits for the other blonde to play with.

In moments, the two blondes were on the ground, making out and moaning whorishly as Kaede groped Miu’s lewd body as it deserved, under the eyes of all of their classmates.

It was only after several minutes of such a treatment that Kaede broke the kiss, leaving Miu panting and red-faced, drool covering her chin as she stared up at Kaede with hazy eyes.

“I’ll turn you back to normal Miu, even if I have to break you down and rebuild you from the ground up~” Kaede promised- but judging by the lewd whine the words pulled out of the inventor, she doubted she’d need to go that far~

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This is a sequel to this prompt <3

At some point, time and space ceased to have meaning to Naoto. 

She was much too busy taking cares of all these young boys to even worry about such things as were she was or how long it had been since she'd entered the TV World. 

Similarly, she completely forgot about her life outside of the TV World. Why would she care about her work, or school, or her friends, when there were so many boys that needed their Onee-san's help?

Not just in here, but out there as well.

Every so often, she would see a TV float on by, breaching through the fog to reach her, allowing her a glimpse of the outside world, which always caught her attention.

Not because she was curious or desired to escape of course- but rather because of what they showed her.

She didn't care about the world outside the TV World- but there was one thing there that she fixated on whenever it was presented to her. The only thing that could pull Naoto away from all the boys that constantly crowded her in the TV World.

Another boy~

Naoto drooled hungrily as she stared through a TV screen, in which she could see a young boy with short brown hair, wearing a skirt. He was nodding off slightly, his head bouncing on his neck as he tried not to fall asleep.

She licked her lips, reaching out for the TV, and grinned as her fingers slipped through the screen as if it wasn't there. She grabbed hold of the edges, and slowly pulled herself through, giggling as her naked tits caught in the frame for a moment- but only just. She had a similar issues when she tried to squeeze her wide breeding hips and phat ass through afterward, but nothing a profound desire to worship cock couldn't help her push through~

The boy blinked blearily at the sight of the buxom Onee-san appearing through his TV set. Maybe because of her unusual entry point. Maybe because she was naked, having given up wearing clothes a while back. Maybe because of the yellow fog that was spilling out onto his room's floor at the same time as her wobbling flesh- but whatever question his sleepy mind could've conjured was lost as he moaned softly at the feeling of Naoto's hands climbing up his legs, under his skirt and up to his cute cock~

It throbbed to life in her grip, proving that he needed her help, and she began languidly jerking him off, making him relax more and more in his seat. Naoto grinned as she flipped up his skirt, revealing the diminutive organ- only to suddenly slam her tits around it, making the boy squeal as he came instantly in between her milky tits.

But Naoto knew this wasn't enough. She could do even more to help the boy~

So, just like all those boys in the TV World had shown her, the fog that had creeped through the TV with her began floating up to Chihiro's lolling head, pressing against his ears as he moaned and mewled stupidly- and Naoto licked her lips as she felt his cock throb against her tits, more and more~

She eagerly smooched the head of it as it pushed through her tits, only to moan happily as it pushed into her throat slightly~ She wanted to stay there and make it push down her throat, but clearly, this boy had plenty of worries he needed to get rid off~

Instead, she popped her lips off his cock and began properly using her tits on the growing rod, the heavy sacs plapping loudly against the boy's lap as his cock grew and grew and grew~

Naoto licked her lips as she stared up at the monolithic cock. It was as tall as she herself was, and she was eager to properly take care of all of the insensate boy's worries as he giggled brainlessly to himself- though he was clearly still aware enough to appreciate Naoto's help given the whorish moan he let out when Naoto stood, easily wrapping both her tits and thicc thighs around his cock~

His hips bounced underneath Naoto as she used her whole body to worship the massive organ, mewling lewdly as she licked up the yogurt-thick semen that dribbled out of it with each body-rocking throb~ 

Each beat of the boy's heart made it twitch powerfully, sending Naoto's soft body jiggling as she eagerly pleasured him, making him gasp as he was rapidly pushed to a second orgasm mere minutes after the first~

And Naoto almost came herself as the boy howled in pleasure and dumped gallons of cum all over her body, the boiling hot seed slathering her naked body in the proof of her good work!~

The boy fell back in his seat, unconscious as Naoto eagerly cleaned up his spent cock- but as soon as she was done, she returned to the TV, leaving Chihiro- and the student population of Hope's Peak- to deal with the consequences of her actions. Thankfully, there were plenty of Onee-san's around him he could 'convince' to help him with his new cock~

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The second Kyoko put on her new gloves, she knew something was wrong with them.

It was in the way the leather tightened around her digits, making straightening them out harder than it should be. The way her fingers twitched closed every so often, as if trying to grasp the air in between them.

The way her scarred hands felt stronger than they had ever been, even before her injury.

But she dismissed those concerns as simply needing to break them in and her mind's flights of fancy after being left idle for too long.

They were gloves, after all. They couldn't do much of anything.

Or at least, so she thought until her path crossed Chihiro's.

Because the very instant her gloved hand brushed past Chihiro's hips as she walked past him in the hallway, the leather flexed against her skin, making her eyes widen in surprise-

Only for her cheeks to turn bright red as her wrist suddenly turned, and spanked Chihiro's ass, making him cry out in surprise.

"K-Kyoko!?" He asked, tears pearling in his eyes as he looked back at the girl, who was gaping at him.

"I- I'm sorry, Chihiro- I don't know what happened-" Kyoko's stunned apology was cut off as her gloves flexed once more, before diving forward, almost making her stumble as she was suddenly pulled toward Chihiro.

The boy cried out again as he saw the lavender-haired girl reach for his ass, only to squeal as her hands reached underneath his skirt and squeezed his cheeks like dough, the flesh bulging beneath them as if they were water balloons.

Kyoko gaped at the sight. Both in shock at her multiplied strength, and the obscenity of Chihiro's ass under her fingers. It was sinfully soft, and her gloves did nothing to stiffle the sensation of it bulging against her skin-

Chihiro mewled as Kyoko's hands spread his ass cheeks apart, revealing his twitching asshole. "K-KyokoOOOHH!~" He suddenly moaned as Kyoko's grip shifted- not because her steel grip had slipped, but because there was suddenly more ass to play with.

It was growing underneath Kyoko's fingers as she knead it like the dough it truly was- reshaping it to better fit her gloves' desires~

And they were nowhere near done~

With one final spank on both of Chihiro's cheeks, making the boy squeal in pain and pleasure while his ass clapped together with a lewd, echoing sound, Kyoko's gloves left Chihiro's ass- only to wrap themselves around his waist and start groping his throbbing cock.

Kyoko was panting heavily in the boy's ear as she pressed her front to his back, her lips smirking into a hungry grin as she jacked off his cock underneath his skirt, making him mewl whorishly at the pleasure.

One hand was around his throbbing length, moving more and more with every stroke as if Chihiro's cock kept growing more and more erect, until it was poking out from the bottom of his skirt. Her other hand, meanwhile, was a touch lower, palming his balls and making them gurgle louder and louder as they filled her hand more and more~

Before long, his sack grew too large for her hand, and she transitioned to playing wil a singular, gurgling, twitching ball, making Chihiro squeal as she coaxed it into a better and bigger cum factory, making his throbbing cock drool more and more precum to help her jack him off- until he threw his head back into her soft chest, howling with a lewd look on his face as he came like a firehose.

"SH-SHTAP! SHTAP JERKING MY CAWWWWK!~" Chihiro begged as Kyoko's hands tirelessly continued jacking him off through his orgasm, forcibly prolonging it.

"I- I can't~" Kyoko moaned, panting. "I-It's the gloves~ They're making me do this~" She told the boy, because it was completely true.

After all, there was no way that the cool, calm, and collected Ultimate Detective would enjoy turning Chihiro into a slutty, bottom-heavy femboy, with an ass too large for any skirt to hide, and a needy, leaking cum that would poke out the front anyway~ There was no way Kyoko Kirigiri would love how Chihiro's face twisted in pleasure as he was made to cum buckets and buckets of cum at her touch~ There was no way she would do this if the gloves weren't making her~

It was all the gloves' fault that Kyoko was pinning Chihiro in place with her whole body as she jacked him off and moaned in his ear, humping his phat ass as she did to soothe her burning pussy~

There was nothing Kyoko could do as her hands finally left Chihiro's cock to instead start massaging his flat chest, pulling at his hard nipples as if she was trying to pull tits out of him and making the boy squeal again, the sound tickling Kyoko's brain just right and making her cum all over the boy's ass.

Yes~ It was all the gloves' fault~

It would also be the gloves' fault when, once they were done with Chihiro, she would go find Shuichi, or maybe Makoto, and the gloves would make her do this to them again, and again, and again~

(Express Prompt+ for Qetlani!)

Celestia didn't panic when she woke up in an unfamiliar bed.

Part of her calm came from her reflexively stiffling the panic that swelled inside her chest as she didn't recognize her surroundings- but part of it was also a vague sense of familiarity.

As if this wasn't the bed she expected to wake in, but one she was still familiar with.

Despite the fact that she very much was not.

Despite the fact that it felt as if she was.

Celestia frowned at the conflicting feelings, slowly opening her eyes to take in her location, only to blink rapidly as she saw that she was in a second-rate and cozy bedroom.

The walls were plain, and adorned with many, many pictures featuring herself and some of her classmates, more regularly Chihiro Fujisaki and Makoto Naegi~

Celestia almost flinched as she felt her heart flutter in her chest at the name. This was- She was-

Her eyes eventually found another picture frame on the nightstand next to her.

Her red eyes immediately froze as they landed on it, refusing to look away, her breath caught in her throat as she studied it like it held the secrets to eternal life.

It was a marriage picture. Her marriage picture.

Makoto was standing in the middle of the frame, grinning cutely, looking positively scrumptious in a white suit. She was standing next to him, wearing a black wedding dress, highlighted with copious amount of red lace. Her arm was looped in his, her ruby-red lips stretched into a happy smile as she looked down at him with pure adoration in her eyes. Her usual twin-tails had been replaced with a singular ponytail, highlighting her slight height advantage over him.

And on the other side of Makoto, stood Chihiro, clad in a white wedding dress. He was blushing intensely as he clung to Makoto's other arm, his white dress slightly less eye-catching than Celestia's, even as it made his flat chest look cute instead of boyish, and highlighted his wide hips as the dress flared out around him.

Of course, the dresses had been designed that way- after all, Celestia wasn't about to have her wedding be upstaged by what was essentially their maid, but Makoto, gentle soul that he was, had insisted that if Chihiro was going to take over some of her tasks as his wife, then he should also be married to him. And Celestia wasn't so cold as to deny that she did owe Chihiro for being so useful- not that she could refuse her Makoto anything anyway~

Celestia blinked as she saw the ring glinting on her finger as she was reaching for the picture to soak in the precious memories even more- only to freeze.

What- None of that was true. None of that had ever happened!

But she could remember all of it so vividly- but she could also remember events that proved that none of it was real- but-

Celestia almost flinched as she felt someone in her bed suddenly moving around, an arm wrapping itself around her middle as she was pulled back against his front-

"Good morning, Celes…" Makoto mumbled in her ear, and Celestia felt her lips stretch into a happy smile as she melted against her beloved Makoto~

"Good morning Makoto~" She replied, turning her head back toward him and happily receiving a good morning kiss.

Makoto was such a loving, kind soul~ Even half-asleep like this, he was radiating care and attention that had made Celestia's stone heart melt so many years ago- No, wait-

"Is Chihiro making breakfast?" He asked against her lips, and her nose twitched as she realized that, yes, he was. She could smell the scent of food wafting in from downstairs.

She chuckled. "You know he is~" She replied, only to sigh happily as he pressed another kiss to her lips.

"But I gotta remind you that he's helping," he said, smirking slightly, and Celestia felt her cheeks heat up.

"I might be your wife, Makoto, but I am not about to cook and clean when we can hire a maid," she replied, saying words that felt like a familiar refrain in her mouth despite not having ever thought of such things-

"Lucky you, we don't even have to hire one~" Makoto said, turning Celestia to face him properly, and the gambler's breath caught.

Makoto was just so cute, his hazel eyes so full of love and care-

"I love you~" 

The words slipped out of her mouth before she could even think them-

"I love you too, Celes~" Makoto replied, and this time, Celestia moaned as he pressed another kiss to her lips. She threw her arms around his neck, and deepened the kiss, hungrily pressing her tongue against his.

She panted after they broke the kiss. "I had a strange dream last night, Makoto~ One where we weren't married, and I was so lonely~" She explained, before pressing her body against his, feeling his morning wood press against her stomach. 

"Won't you reassure your loving wife?" She teased, and Makoto chuckled.

"Happily~"

Celestia moaned happily as Makoto got on top of her, and slid inside her awaiting nethers, a smile pressing against Makoto's as she let that nasty dream be drowned out by her blissful life as Makoto's wife~

The couple would have loving sex until Chihiro returned with breakfast, at which point they would eat while Chihiro got his own breakfast under the covers, either drooling out of Celestia's full womb, or fresh from Makoto's cock.

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Kyoko glared at Junko as the bimbo pressed her disgusting tits against poor Makoto’s side. 

The poor boy was blushing up a storm, no doubt too shy to tell the whore to get those awful things away from him. Just look at him! All that fat tit flesh, pressed up against his skin, nearly pinning him in place as Junko leaned against him. 

Fake tits too, no doubt! Junko was a model after all, and it would be just like her to get stupidly huge implants just to bully Makoto! Kyoko scoffed as she crossed her arms, her glare redoubling in intensity. As if Makoto would care about useless, fake tits. He deserved only the best, natural assets for him to play with. Why would he want to see such lies, forget being forced to touch them!

Kyoko’s teeth gritted as Junko laughed, her tits jiggling against Makoto’s face, before throwing her arms around his shoulders and pressing him in between her tits! As if the boy was just a cock for her to titfuck!

Makoto struggled in her grip, moaning crying out for help! Meanwhile, Junko shot her a triumphant look- as if she’d actually accomplished anything!?

Alright, that was enough! Kyoko was putting a stop to this right now.

The detective stomped her way over to Junko, ignoring the way the blonde’s grin was growing wider and wider. Did she think that she was going to win whatever confrontation they were about to have here?

Well, she was wrong.

Because Kyoko knew for a fact that Makoto would prefer her impossibly phat all natural dumptruck of an ass instead of Junko’s plastic-filled, useless fake tits!

In fact, she was going to prove it, right here, and right now!

And with determination burning in her heart, Kyoko ignored whatever Junko had been about to say, instead pivoting on her heel, and parking her ass directly into Makoto’s lap, making the boy groan as his bottom half was suddenly buried under tons of phatty flesh~

Kyoko grinned as she felt his erection pushing against her ass, before shooting Junko a smug look as she shimmied her hips, making Makoto moan as she settled in deeper into his lap, only for Junko to scoff and shake her head.

“Stupid bitch thinks she’s proving a point when he was already that erect from my tits first.” She said, and Kyoko glared back.

“Excuse you? One of us is actually capable of pleasuring Makoto here, and it clearly isn’t the barbie doll.”

“Oh really~” Junko said with a smile that was all teeth, before pushing her gigantic tits even closer together, encasing Makoto into a tit-coffin, leaving only the top of his ahoge peeking through.

Kyoko’s eye twitched as she felt his cock throb against her, but no. That was all her, she knew it! But just to reassure herself-

Kyoko began twerking in Makoto’s lap, making sure he could hear the deafening clap-clap-clap of her ass cheeks through Junko’s fake tits, and she knew that now, his erection was absolutely because of her ass.

Though of course, that only prompted Junko to prove that she was the best at pleasuring Makoto, prompting Kyoko to prove that she was actually the best-

“O-Oh, I’m so sorry, K-Kyoko…” Makoto said, almost completely hidden behind his dorm door. His face was red and sweaty, and he was panting lightly. “I- I didn’t mean to miss our date~” He whined at the end of his sentence, and Kyoko felt her stomach drop.

“N-No, I’m sorry, Makoto. You clearly aren’t feeling well, and here I was getting all up in arms…” Kyoko said, suddenly feeling quite guilty. But with every second that passed, Kyoko couldn’t help but feel like a fool. 

Makoto was clearly sick, and it showed not only in his body, but in the sate of his room. Kyoko couldn’t see into the dark room, but it stank of sweat, mustiness, and some other, heavy odor that clung to her nose unpleasantly. 

Clearly, he had been too sick to come meet up with her- too sick to even contact her. Even now, he was clinging onto the door like he would collapse to the floor without its support, his face twisting in grimaces every so often, not to mention some strange sounds that came out of his room every so often. Was he that sweaty?

“Are you going to be okay Makoto? Do you need me to come in and help take care of you?” Kyoko asked, concerned, only for Makoto to vehemently shake his head from side to side.

“N-No! You can’t! I- uh- You’ll get sick! I don’t want you to get sick so, uh, don’t worry! I’ll be fineee!~” Makoto moaned, so great was his pain, and Kyoko’s heart twisted in her chest.

Even now, all Makoto was thinking about was her own well-being. She reached out and cupped his hot cheek with her gloved hand. 

“Alright Makoto- Take care of yourself. Don’t make me send Mikan to check up on you.” Kyoko teased as she stepped away, letting Makoto close the door behind her.

Almost as soon as he did so, he howled like a wild animal as he was made to cum once more, somehow managing to dredge up even more cum to pump into Mukuro’s womb, even after several hours of marathon sex.

“P-Please Mukuro- can’t we take a break?~” He whined, only to moan again as Mukuro’s cunt clenched around his length.

“No.” She replied instantly, flipping him over and into an amazon position, holding onto his ankle to piston herself onto his cock.

Chiaki smiled softly, her lewd intentions completely hidden away as she planned in her room. She was so glad to have collaborated on this project with Chihiro. A lewd, hypnotic video game was practically a dream come true for the girl! Chihiro had even agreed to let Chiaki pick their first test subject!

Though, that meant Chiaki actually had to pick someone to use this on… At least tricking them would be easy- not only was playing the game hypnotic, the game console hosting the game itself was also built so as to make whoever found it want to play it, so she would just need to give it to them, or even just arrange for them to stumble onto it.

But, who should she target?

Chiaki hummed as she flipped the handheld console in her hands again and again.

Maybe she should go after someone in Chihiro’s class… Maybe Junko? They’d enjoy playing with her lewd bimbo body, but then again, Hina’s tits were just as big as Junko’s. Or maybe they should go after Celestia, force the pretentious girl to worship them instead. Or maybe Makoto? They could make a Makoto sandwich, with him fucking her and Chihiro fucking him?

Chiaki continued thinking deeply as she stared down at the game in her hands. Licking her lips.

Or maybe she should go after someone in her own class. They would be easier to contact. Mikan would be easy to trick, but breaking through Peko’s cold mask would be so fun! Or maybe she should put Hiyoko in her place? Or maybe she should see just how far Nekomaru’s powerful body could be pushed…

Chiaki drooled on her shirt as she turned the game console on. 

Maybe she should test it herself. She was the easiest to gain access to...

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Chihiro hummed happily as he knocked on Chiaki’s door, eager to hear what she’d decided, only to not get a response.

“Chiaki?” He called, but still, nothing.

“Is she out?” He wondered, only to try the doorknob, and find it unlocked.

He pushed the door open, only to blink as he found Chiaki, sitting on the ground in the middle of the room, completely naked. Her large tits were heaving with every one of her panting breaths, her fingers desperately fingering her pussy as she stared at the game console the pair had created.

“Ah…” Chihiro could figure out what had happened here. He giggled, shaking his head. 

“Honestly Chiaki…” Well, at least he knew who the test subject for the game was now. 

He licked his lips as he felt his cock throb beneath his skirt, staring at Chiaki’s lewd body as her mind quite literally trickled out from between her legs.

Well, first things first, Chihiro needed to take care of the game console.

He leaned down to pick it up, only to blink as he realized Chiaki had nearly finished the fake game they had created.

“Guess she wasn’t the Ultimate Gamer for nothing…” He mumbled as he stared at the screen for a moment.

And then for another.

And another.

“Maybe I should finish it…” He mumbled, before sitting down right next to Chiaki, completely ignoring the way his cock was growing harder and harder until it tented his skirt. Moments later, thick precum began to rapidly drool out of it as his brains leaked out, just as Chiaki’s already had.