(Express Prompt+ for Magnaking!)

Normally, Junko couldn't give less of a shit about some rando visiting Hope's Peak- unless they were here to start trouble of course.

But Komaru Naegi wasn't here for that. Makoto's younger sister wasn't even visiting Hope's Peak proper, simply waiting outside the school for Toko to come out, and probably walk her home or something equally asinine.

Junko didn't need to be the Ultimate Analyst to know that there was something unspoken between the two- something deeper than friendship. Anyone with eyes could tell as much.

But despite that fact, neither of the two girls had yet to make a move, which was actually what had prompted Junko's decision that evening.

"You must be Komaru!" Junko exclaimed 'happily' as she stepped out of the school, making the younger girl turn toward her in surprise- just in time to spot Junko as she threw her arms around her to give her a big hug~

She made sure to press their chests together as she did, the two pairs of tits squishing against one another at the impromptu hug, and Junko's grin widened for a moment.

Komaru, despite being an ordinary student, was far from flat- but Junko's girls had a way of making anyone seem small next to her~

"Oh my God! Junko Enoshima!?" Komaru squealed as she registered the face of the girl she was tit-to-tit with, a small blush coloring the cheeks beneath her wide eyes- not as much as Junko would've expected from this level of intimacy, but more than enough for her plan to work~

Right about now, Mukuro should find a way to make Fukawa look out the window to spot the pair of them as Junko stole away her crush before she could act on it~

"The one and only! And you're Makoto's little sister, right?~" Junko replied with a fake smile on her lips. "Though, 'little' might not be the most accurate description~" She teased as she pressed her chest against Komaru again, licking her lips as she felt their nipples pressing against one another-

Komaru giggled. "I know, right? Given how short he is, a lot of people actually think I'm the older sibling!" She replied, smiling innocently, and making Junko blink.

Huh?

Wait- No fucking way-

Junko ignored the vein throbbing in her neck as her hands left Komaru's back to instead slip between the two of them, before hefting the younger girl's chest. "I was more referring to these~" Junko said, hiding her annoyance as her fingers dug into Komaru's tits, making her giggle again.

"Oh! Well, I guess I am a touch more, womanly than girls my age, but you're even bigger than me! If anything, you're making me feel envious!" Komaru replied, completely unbothered.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

She really was Makoto's sister.

No one except a fucking Naegi could think that groping was just a friendly gesture not worth even commenting on.

But no- This was completely fine.

After all, her goal here wasn't to fluster Komaru- it was to turn Fukawa's neurosis to eleven!

So, she let out a small laugh at Komaru's compliment. "You hardly have anything to be envious of~" Junko replied, shamelessly slipping her hands underneath Komaru's shirt to play with her tits directly, pinching and pulling at her hard nipples and making the girl gasp in pleasure. "Tits like these are really show off your worth~"

"Oh- That's very nice of you to say, Junko! I guess- ah!- a model would know about these things~" Komaru replied, a blush rising to her cheeks again, but Junko knew from experience that it had nothing to do with getting her phat nipples played with in public, or even how Junko had insinuated that her tits showed off what a slutty whore she was.

No, it was the naive embarrassment at being complimented 'sincerely' by a celebrity.

Junko could kill her.

But she wouldn't have to, given that, if she hadn't miscounted, then…

She grinned as she heard the door opening once more behind her, no doubt pushed open by a panicking Fukawa-

"I- I see you're being an eyesore as usual, Cow-maru…" The meek girl insulted, making Komaru squawk.

"T-Toko! C'mon, don't insult me in front of Junko!" She whined, stepping away from the blonde and toward the gloomy writer, not even bothering to fix up her shirt or cover up the thick nipples poking through the fabric of her top.

"Then stop being an eyesore, Ko-mare-u," she replied instantly, smirking lightly as the other girl whined again.

Junko's eye twitched as the two girls completely forgot about her as they talked, leaving her to seethe as she wasted her time trying to mess with them-

Whatever. This didn't matter at all. Sure, hurting Fukawa would've been fun, but she could do that in any dozens of way, and this had barely cost her anything except for time. Hell, learning that Komaru was just as useless as her brother might be useful intel for the future, so-

Junko blinked as Komaru squeaked loudly, making her look back up at the pair, only to stare at the girl's red-hot face.

She was blushing bright enough to glow, and her eyes were wide and staring down-

Where Fukawa had grabbed her hand.

"T-T-Toko!?" Komaru stuttered out, almost panicking, and prompting Fukawa to smirk again.

"Don't get any ideas. I just know that if I don't hold on to a ditz like you, you'll end up wandering off somewhere, chasing the first shiny thing you spot~" The girl, teased?

And Komaru's blush intensified somehow as she sputtered through half-aborted answers while she was pulled away from Hope's Peak, looking like a complete mess.

Junko's eye twitched again as Fukawa looked over her shoulder one last time to send her a smug look- before she started giggling uncontrollably at how thoroughly she'd been outdone!

"Of course it's not true! Im a chemist not some whore to be used by the studs of the academy" Alex said defiantly. Kaede and Makoto approached him as he said this. They were both groping one cheek while they made him grab their cocks that was throbbing in their pants.

As if on cue, Junko was playing a video that she herself recorded. It was played on every tv throughout the academy. Alex was the star, he was on his knees, naked, as he was surrounded by the three studs everyone seemed to lust over. Kaede was behind him, her massive cock throbbing against his massive ass. Makotos and Junkos throbbing bulges pressed against his face while junko swung a pendulum back and forth, Alex's eyes followed it beautifully. His turquoise eye was now a black and white hypnosis induced trance.

"Now, little bitch, what do you want?~" Junko asked with a seductive tone as her bulge throbbed against the femboy chemists face "I want your dicks!" Alex said drooling "I want to be filled with the biggest cocks Hope's peak has and I want to be the ultimate whore!" Alex begged as he rubbed his face against the bulges of the ultimate hope and despair. How could they deny such willing participant~

Alex's throat was immediately filled with Hope Cock, his throat bulging as Makoto wasted no time thrusting into the chemists throat, using it as his own cocksleeve. Kaedes dick was thrusted deep into the boys asshole. Everyone watched as Alex was spit-roasted by the two studs of Hope's Peak.

(Express Prompt for Pen! Thank you for your patronage <3)

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-

Kyoko jolted awake in the middle of the night, a shiver shooting down her spine.

Something was happening.

Someone was going to die.

She knew it deep in her soul, and before she was even properly awake, she was jumping out of bed, and rushing out of her room, still wearing only her lingerie. But there was no time to worry about inconsequential things like that.

She quickly scanned the empty hallway, but found nothing out of place. The school was just as silent as it ever was at night.

But Kyoko’s instincts wouldn’t let up. Something was happening, just out of sight.

In one of the rooms then. And if something was up in a room, then the most suspicious room was Makoto’s, which the boy hadn’t exited yesterday.

Kyoko’s bare feet slapped silently against the cold floor as she rushed to his room door, and turned the doorknob-

Only to find it locked.

Makoto didn’t lock his door.

Kyoko cursed, before reaching into her cleavage, and pulling out Monokuma’s skeleton key, and unlocking the door, before shouldering it open-

A wall of sex slammed into her, making her eyes flutter and her womb weep.

She moaned lewdly as her knees wobbled, and she only stayed up thanks to her grip on the doorknob.

She was nearly knocked on her ass by the sight in front of her.

Makoto Naegi was completely naked, his body dripping with sweat as he hammered his giant cock in an out of a slutty girl’s body. She was face-down, ass-up, a familiar head of blonde hair pressed into Makoto’s pillow by the boy in question, one hand gripping her scalp, the other holding on to her phat ass like he was riding a bull.

Kyoko gaped at the scene. But not because Junko was supposed to be dead- that barely even registered.

She was staring at the junction of the two’s sex, watching transfixed as Makoto’s cock was somehow swallowed again and again by Junko’s hungry cock, no doubt helped along by the generous lubrication she was providing.

Under Kyoko’s gaze, the bimbo came once more, her pussy gushing her juices all over Makoto’s cock and bed helplessly as she was rutted by the beast.

La petite mort.

Kyoko only had a moment to appreciate the word play before Makoto roared as he unloaded gallons of cum into Junko’s womb, turning the girl into an overly inflated condom in seconds.

Notes:

Makoto loves breeding. He'll never say no to a girl who wants to get pregnant w/ his kids, and will keep trying to breed the bois :P

Mukuro is actually out of this world. She's never been pregnant w/ less than triplets, and will often reach five or six kids at once. Her pregnancies are also unnaturally fast, lasting only half as long as a regular one. No matter how much the others seethe in jealousy, they simply can't compete. How or why this is is a mystery to everyone, including Mukuro. She's just thankful for it and doesn't care why.

Hiyoko, Kyoko and Sonia only want the one kid for heirship reasons.

Himiko loves how she looks pregnant, and doesn't actually care about having kids. She just wants to look that voluptuous as often as possible.

Makoto giggled to himself happily as he kneeled on the floor. He felt quite happy with himself, after all.

"C'mon, Junko~" He teased, patting his swollen belly, where he could see Junko's head protruding through his skin. "Your plan's about to fail, you know?~"

Junko's plan- Makoto had stumbled upon it by pure luck.

Bringing about the end of the world, trapping his friends, having them kill one another-

All in the name of despair.

At first, he'd been horrified, but he quickly realized that he would need to do something now if he wanted to stop Junko. He couldn't call for help. Couldn't try and come up with a plan.

All he could do was listen to his instincts, and lie in wait in Junko's room. And the second the blonde had stepped inside, Makoto had tackled her to the ground, and swallowed her whole, barely even taking the time to taste the model's skin as he stuffed her down his stomach.

And just like that, he had saved his friends and the world.

And he'd been riding that high ever since~

He giggled again as he massaged his stomach, feeling it rumble at it worked hard to digest Junko's curvaceous body. "Hm~ Even if I wasn't saving the world, eating you just to feel you filling my stomach might've been more than worth it~" He mused, licking his lips as Junko struggled inside of him, making him gasp as he was stretched, but-

Makoto smiled. "Getting tired? That wasn't as strong as last time~" He teased, only for his smile to widen as Junko's reply was completely inaudible, her weak words no longer able to be heard over his gurgling stomach~

Good. Nothing Junko had to say had any value, after all~

And soon, Junko couldn't even speak anymore as her body lost more and more cohesion inside of him, turning into an amorphous blob of girlmeat that Makoto couldn't help but massage, helping his stomach get rid of the useless girl.

Though, not completely useless~

Makoto sighed pleasurably as he felt his thighs and ass pressing harder and harder against his pants as all of Junko was relocated there. Beyond the knowledge that Junko was dealt with and that Makoto had saved his friends, eating Junko just felt good, leaving his cock hard and throbbing in his tightening pants as his stomach slowly shrunk and loudly gurgled.

He grinned as he looked over his shoulder as the door opened, revealing a gaping Mukuro.

"Mukuro!" He called happily as he saw her eyes sink down to his ass and stay there. "Like the new look?~" He teased, shaking his tush and giggling as Mukuro moaned in response.

Mukuro had always loved his ass, and now?~

"I took care of your sister, and in exchange, my ass grew even phatter~" He told her, and she didn't even react, completely entranced by his wobbling cheek. "Before she was gone, she told me you helped her, so you've got two choices, Mukuro~ Either you show me just how happy you are that Junko's gone and how much I can trust you, or you can join her down there, so you can be together forever as my ass fat~"

Makoto licked his lips as Mukuro moaned at his words.

“A-Are you sure that this is necessary, Junko? I mean- I like the look I have, you know?” Makoto uncertainly tried to explain to Junko, who giggled in response- which was exactly the answer he’d expected.

“C’mon, Mako-kun~ You have the Ultimate Fashionista offering you a free makeover, and you’re going to refuse? I’m going to make you into a total hottie~” Junko said as she hugged his arm tightly to her side as she dragged him along, making Makoto blush as he felt her heavy bust pressing against him as she did.

“I mean- I appreciate the offer, Junko, but…” Makoto’s words trailed off as he tried to say ‘I don’t think I’d like wearing what you think is hot’ without insulting the blonde- only for his train of thought to be derailed as Junko spun on her heel and hugged Makoto tightly, making his eyes bulge out as his head was pressed into her mountainous tits.

“Yes! Don’t worry, Mako-kun, you won’t regret it!” She declared as she pressed his face into her tits.

Makoto weakly struggled against her grip, trying to free himself and actually breathe- but it was no use.

Junko easily carried Makoto along, completely ignoring his weakening struggles as less and less oxygen reached his brain. He could almost feel his neurons slowly being asphixiated as his face was pressed deeper and deeper into Junko’s boobs, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his body fell limp- before gasping suddenly as he was released.

He panted heavily as fresh oxygen suddenly filled his lungs, his eyes blinking hard as light suddenly reached them again, only to slowly spin on himself as he realized Junko had dropped him inside somewhere.

Was this, a salon?

He blinked slowly as Junko nearly ripped his clothes off as she pushed him into a chair. “This place is great! These chairs do everything~ Haircuts, tanning, body modification-” Whatever she’d been saying was cut off as a heavy helmet fell over Makoto’s head, making him blink again.

Wait, that all seemed like a lot-

“Ok, so, I just set this to that, and that to this- Hm. Makoto needs a lot of help, so I’ll push this a little higher…” Makoto heard Junko’s muffled voice through the helmet, and he tried to speak up.

“J-Junko, are you sure that you should be the one to- uh- to- toooooooooooo…” Makoto’s voice trailed off as the chair suddenly began heating up, engulfing his whole body in an intense, but pleasant heat, his head included.

His poor, oxygen-deprived brain began being cooked by the heat, literally melting away his intelligence as he fell limp into the chair, powerless to even think of a way to free himself, especially once his motive to try and do was turned into pink, pleasurable mush.

It was only after nearly an hour of having his brain be cooked that the helmet was lifted, and Makoto blinked slowly as light hit his eyes once more.

“Oooh~ You look so good like this, Mako-kun!” Junko said as she walked closer to him, making Makoto- Mako-kun blink again, slowly.

He looked down at himself, staring down at his now lightly browned skin through the blonde hair now falling in front of one of his eye. For some reason, the way his arms were bulging against the chair’s armrests and his well-defined chest seemed, unfamiliar, despite it being his own body.

“I- I do?” He asked, and Junko nodded, smiling happily and making Mako-kun smile in turn.

“You do! And just wait until we get some good clothes on you- you’ll look perfect for our date this evening!” Junko said, and Mako-kun found himself nodding along, already having forgotten his previous reticence, or the fact that he hadn’t know that the pair had a date planned.

He smiled doppily. “If it’s your idea, then it’s bound to be fun, Junko-chan~” He answered, making Junko giggle, which made Makoto smile even wider.

Truly Makoto was lucky it was him, he could've been on the menu, but now Hope's Peak is his personal Harem and Buffet~

This is a sequel to this prompt <3

If Junko had a mouth, she would be giggling right now.

But given that she was currently Makoto's ass fat, all she could do was stew on the bubbling sensation of schadenfreude. Though, some might wonder how Junko could even feel anything given she'd been eaten and digested.

But Junko had simply taken precautions to make sure she would remain aware even once Makoto had eaten her to make sure she could enjoy the show- not to mention the delicious despair of being reduced to this form~

Because Junko had planned for all of this to happen.

She'd made sure to leave her room unlocked for Makoto to stumble into, had left subliminals playing to guide his solution to her plan, and had even made sure to struggle against Makoto as he ate her, all to sell the illusion.

All to lead to this particular scenario~

Makoto groaned happily as Asahina struggled in his throat. The swimmer's thicc thighs were sticking out of his mouth straight up into the sky as Makoto languidly swallowed her down, letting gravity do most of the work.

"M-Makoto, please! You don't need to do this!" The dark-skinned girl cried, kicking her powerful legs as she tried to escape, and Junko would've moaned at the despair in her voice had she been able to~

Instead, Makoto did it for her as the swimmer sank down another few inch into his swollen stomach- though a part of his pleasure was definitely her bitch of a sister making out with his asshole as she did.

Junko could've gagged as she felt Mukuro lovingly try and make out with her, and she could've cum as her sister betrayed her to instead worship the boi who'd eaten her. She didn't even know Junko was aware- She believed Makoto had killed her, and here she was, worshipping him slavishly.

Not to mention obeying him loyally~

Makoto giggled drunkenly as Hina's legs finally disappeared down his throat, a shoe slipping off as they did, only to bounce on his large stomach. It was insanely swollen with Hina's addition, and judging by her muffled screech of panic, she'd just found whatever remained of Sayaka and Celestia, no doubt.

Well, whatever remained that hadn't already joined Junko in his ass, leaving it so phat that pants were now a thing of the past, much to Mukuro's pleasure.

"Hmm~" Makoto moaned as he massaged what he could reach of his stomach. "You tasted so good, Hina~" He sighed, prompting Mukuro to suddenly sit up straight.

"Are you still hungry, Makoto?" She asked, making Makoto blush as his stomach rumbled loudly as it churned Hina.

"I- I mean, I should probably take a break…" He mumbled, and Junko could've cackled as Mukuro began massaging his stomach lovingly, making him gasp.

"Are you sure? I'm sure Kyoko will be here soon to look for her classmates- and she might bring Shuichi along with her. Doesn't that sound good? Two brainy detectives at the same time?" Mukuro encouraged, and Makoto moaned as his stomach rumbled loudly, his digestion speeding up at the thought.

Junko could've moaned as she felt the cheeks she was inhabiting throb with the girlmeat that was making them grow~

Makoto licked his lips. "I guess I could go for dessert~" He agreed, and Mukuro smiled happily, before getting ready to incapacitate the detectives when they arrived.