Huge-Miu-Liation(Dangan Ronpa WG)

*CLANG* a loud noise reverberated off the walls in the still and dark room.

“...Wuzzat?” a certain blonde muttered.  Miu Iruma stirred from her slumber.  The sleepy inventor rubbed her eyes… or would, if it wasn’t for...

“W-what the hell?”  The inventor grumbled.  She attempted to raise herself from her bed, only to find that a currently impossible task.  Even in the murky darkness Miu could see the metallic reflection of… handcuffs? A pair shackled onto both her wrists and ankles kept her anchored to her bed..  “H-hey, what the fuck is this?  What are ya, a kinky kidnapper?  Fuckin’ weirdo!” she called out to nobody in particular.

“”Ah! Sleeping Beauty is awake!  Wooonderful~” a grating yet all-too-familiar voice chirped.

Miu felt her heart lurch as she heard the familiar *BOING* signifying the appearance of Monokuma.  The lights flickered on, illuminating the gymnasium and filling Miu in on the predicament at hand.

“M-Monokuma?  Why am I he-- oh holy shit what the hell are you wearing?”

Monokuma chuckled.  “What’s it look like?” Monokuma flourished, wearing a monochrome captain’s hat and a leather vest.  “I had to pay a pretty penny for this getup!  Whaddya think?”

“W-WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!  Why are you dressed like a male stripper?!” The blonde barked.  She attempted to wriggle out of her restraints, which refused to budge.  She was absolutely hogtied, much to her horror.

“Huh?”  The fiendish bear tilted his head in confusion.  “I thought it was obvious!  When bad girls like you misbehave, it warrants a punishment right?”

“Bad?  Is all that cotton in your brain makin’ you stupid or somethin’?  What are you even talking about?” Her brow furrowed in frustration.

Monokuma stamped a foot down in frustration.  “Don’t play dumb!  I saw you trying to tamper with the Exisals!  That’s campus property!  Oooooh just thinking about it really makes my blood boil…!”  The stubby headmaster cracked his whip, which took on a deep red coloration.  “Alright, listen here! From here on out, I’m in charge!  Weeeeell, I was in charge before, but now I’m like, extra super duper in charge!”
With another obnoxious crack of the whip, a peculiar cart being pushed by another tinier Monokuma found its way in.  Miu attempted to crane her neck to get a closer look, but she couldn’t make out much on the surface.  Her frustration was mounting however: the last thing she wanted to deal with right now was that freaky bear.

“What is this, your idea of some pervy roleplay or somethin’?” The hapless girl nervously queried.

“Aha, roleplay?  Jeez, your kink is showing!  Nah, no roleplay shenanigans here.  This is the real deal!  You have a bit of a kinky streak, don’t ya?”  Monokuma’s question cut through her like a knife through butter.

“N-None of your fuckin’ business, you weirdo!  God, just hearin’ that come out of your mouth is givin’ me the creeps!”

Monokuma scowled for a moment.  “Sheesh, you have a mouth on you huh? We’re gonna have to fix that!”

The cart wheeled in earlier scooted its way towards the bed, revealing an array of plates. Miu’s heart sank a bit when she managed to gaze upon the contents.  A litter of plates stacked with phallic cookies sprawled across the tabletop, amongst several other suggestive foodstuffs.

“H-hey, what is this?  You’re just kidding around, r-right?” She gulped. Small beads of sweat began to form on her forehead, a fact that pleased her captor.

The domineering bear cackled.  “I told you!  I’ve prepared a super special punishment for your naughtiness!  But y’know, I’d feel weird doin’ all this myself, so I hired some help!  Hey, Keebots!  Get your butts in here!”

A door opened and in entered a small squad of Monokumas with what appeared to be paper bags with Keebo’s face on it, crudely drawn on with crayon.  Miu could feel a knot forming in her throat: she wanted to scream, to swear and berate, but she was at a loss.

“I figured you’d submit a little easier if we had your boytoy helping out a bit!  Or would it be boytoys…?  Either way, let’s get on with it!”

Miu whimpered and gulped, trying her best to dish out an acerbic comeback, but a large cookie was stuffed into her mouth.  A garbled and muffled insult tried to escape her lips but was met with a wave of vanilla cream filling her mouth.

“Whaddya think of the cookies?  Sure they’re kinda juvenile, but I felt it was fitting! The cream filling was a nice touch, right?... Too tongue in cheek?  Ah well, just enjoy the treats!”

With gusto the Keebots increased their speed, barely giving the bound girl a chance to breathe.  As she looked down, she gasped in horror as she realized her top was straining over a newly-forming potbelly.

“Y-you’re *gulp* a bashtard…” Miu growled, still being forcefed by nearly platefuls at a time.  She could feel her top tightening around her expanding torso: her brow dripped with sweat as she chewed, wincing at the sensation of her cheeks wobbling a bit more as she did.

“Wow, you’re really not good at this stuff are you?  Just be good and keep it down!”  Monokuma cackled as the whips he grasped snapped loudly near her ear.

Miu could feel the sleeves of her shirt tightening around her softening arms, completely immobilized by the tight restraints.  The Keebots snickered and continued on with their duties: as the supply of cookies depleted, an army of eclairs climbed their way into her maw.

The straps the gold rings on her outfit were supported by began to strain noticeably: a loud tearing sound filled her ears as a pair located near her thighs fell apart, letting her billowing thighs wobble freely a bit.

“Man, you sure pack it on quickly huh?  Jeez, look at these things!” Monokuma quipped, pinching a pawful of her pudgy cheeks.  Any edge Miu had to her glare was softened entirely thanks to the soft grapefruits she called cheeks.  The bear took the liberty to tickle at her forming double chin.

Uneasy breaths made her burgeoning chest shudder, heavy breasts undulating and filling her vision whenever she jutted her vision downwards.  She found comfort in her bra still holding, but that harmony was immediately interrupted as another RRRRRIIIIPPP rang out, signifying the bra straps that housed her chest ripping apart.  Much to her relief, the top held, despite it beginning to roll up her torso, making room for her double-rolled gut to encroach downwards.

Miu rubbed her legs together: her body grew warmer as she felt her legs rub together of their own volition.  She couldn’t investigate it herself, but her body was taking on a noticeable hourglass shape, housing a good majority of flab in her hips and chest.  The now-portly inventor let out a few ragged breaths, only to yelp a bit as the collars around her neck popped off from the siege of flab forming.

“Hmm, not so mouthy now, are ya huh?  Good!  It looks like you understand who’s in charge now.”  Monokuma taunted the growing girl, nearing the four-hundred pound vicinity.  “If you lay there and eat every last crumb, I’ll give you a very special reward! Soooo hang tight!”

Miu whimpered, closing her eyes: she realized she had to accept her situation, as bizarre as it was.  Her jaw was beginning to ache from the effort of chewing everything, jowls quivering with every chomp.  Time whittled away and so did the treat supplies: Miu’s legs started to receive a good bulk of the flab, stacking rolls on top of each other like tires as her skirt strained noticeably.

“Ghhh… gah... “  Miu grunted, attempting to muster up a bit of courage.

“Ohhhh?  What’s that?  Didja wanna say something?” Monokuma jeered.

Miu opened her mouth to speak, only for a wet HRRRRRRLP to interrupt her and sending her face spiraling into a shade of beet-red.

Monokuma cackled.  “Ahahah, don’t bother talking!  You’re gonna burn calories!”  Monokuma sent the whip crashing into her belly, which made her shake and yelp a bit.

“Oh, did I forget to mention what these whips are?  Because they’re anything but ordinary!”  Monokuma brandished the instruments, which Miu squinted at.

“A-are those… licorice…?”  Her voice had grown deeper with the expanse of double chin packed around her face.

“Coooooorectumundo!  I figured you’d enjoy some of this!  But hey, looks like you finished all the cookies!  Since I’m a bear of my word I’ll have to reward you now!  I’ll make myself scarce and bring out your friend!””

Monokuma plodded off and pressed a button: the gym doors swung open and footsteps filled the heavy girl’s ears.  They were heavy, as if metal was crashing into the wooden floor.  Sure enough, in walked…

“Friend?  ....K-Keebo?!  Oh no no no no anyone but yooou…”  Miu whimpered defeatedly as Keebo’s cold blue eyes stared her down in surprise.

“M-Miu?!  What is happening here?!”  He cried.

“M-Monokuma is… a fuckin’ weirdo, t-that’s what...” she sputtered.

The gym’s intercom fired up with a fizzle.  “You’d better not be badmouthing me after I took the liberty of rewarding you!  I figured you’d enjoy your robo-boytoy as some company!”

Keebo blushed, trying his best to not stare at Miu’s heaving chest.  Miu piped up, lusty blushing tinging her face.

“S-so Keeboy since you’re here… y-y’wanna… spend some time with me?” She tried her best to maintain composure now that a more easily flustered individual was in the room.

“W-what?  Miu, I--”

“Shhhhh!  C’mon, don’t be a pussy!  Let’s get y’know… kinky… i-if ya want, alright?  Or are ya scared of seein’ a girl with a bod like mine?  Ahaha, ha…”

Her bravado had softened away with her body, trademark cackle trailing off into a weak sheepish chuckle.  Keebo stared at her dumbfounded: while he never had a soft spot for the vulgar lass, seeing her hundreds of pounds heavier truly left him floored.  A minute or so of awkward silence passed before Miu piped up again.

“Hellllloooo? Earth to Keeboy?”

Keebo shook his head. “Wha—? Oh, uhm, I suppose I could… oblige a bit…”

Miu shot him another sheepish grin. “R-Really? Haha, t-that’s great then… use whatever ya want from what the p-perv bear left ya…”

Keebo sighed, finding the heavyset inventor’s words ironic.  Timidly, he approached the table with a few conspicuous objects strewn across it.  The robotic boy contemplated for a moment before grabbing the lengthy whips Monokuma had been utilizing a little while ago.

“R-right to the whips huh..? H-hehe, so that’s what you’re into…” Miu quipped; her breathing had gotten rather husky, somewhat uneven from her aroused breaths.

“I-I am not “into” anything! Robots don’t experience aro—“

“Ahh can it! W-we both know if you had it you’d be p-pippin’ a stiffy starin’ at a beautiful girl like m—“

frrrrmp A muffled noise from her backside interrupted her thought.  Any playfulness in her voice was quickly substituted with nervousness.

“M-Miu, did you just…?” Keebo nervously queried.

“N-no…!  Whydidthatfreakfeedmesomuch?” She muttered under her breath.

“Did you… say something Miu?”

“Nothing at all!  Just p-please just get on with the whips…” the immense innovator whined.  There was an unfamiliar tone of begging in her voice.

“I don’t want to hurt you though! The laws of robotics clearly state—“
“T-this is voluntary!  Really, don’t sweat it… ‘Sides, I may have… tweaked you a little bit at some point… y’know, the last upgrade session?” she admitted.

Keebo glanced at the ruby red whip in his hand.  “I… suppose…” timidly, he raised his arm and let the whip crack down onto her torso, which made Miu quiver and let out a pained squeal.

“Mmmf~! C-cmon gimme more, please…” She sounded as if she had been running, panting heavily as she looked Keebo over with a lusty gaze.

Keebo nodded and obliged, bringing the lashes down again.  This time long reddish marks found themselves on the soft surface of her gut.  She once again buckled in pleasure, her thick legs smashing themselves together.  This process continued on for a while, leaving Miu hot and bothered and with several noticeable marks on her belly.

“S-shit… tha-that’s great shit… Y’know those whips are--”

“Edible?  I am aware.  Here, I’m certain this is what you want…”

Keebo moved confidently and allowed Miu to gnaw on the thick licorice whip a bit.  What started with timid nibbles grew into hearty chomps as she devoured the whip.  The potency of the device proved just as effective as those of the cookies: the ropes restraining her wrists began to tear apart, wrist flab soldiering on outwards.  A similar issue arose on the opposite end: her cankles were billowing outwards noticeably and made the ropes dig into them quite painfully.

“J-just a little bit more…!” She gasped in delight, gnawing away at more of her candied torture device.  Her entire body was filling out a bit more, butt raising her another inch or two upwards as the ropes began to rip apart.

Eventually they gave up the ghost and she was freed, salvation at last!  Keebo breathed a sigh of relief, assured this ordeal was over.  However, Miu only shuddered heavily as she struggled to sit up, staring at her immodest chest.

“H-holy fuck look at these things…” Miu boasted, cupping her chest for Keebo to see.  “These are… bigger than Kaeidiot’s fuckin’ head… niiiice!  W-we gotta keep going!”

“H-huh?  But you’re free now!  Monokuma can’t do anythi--”

Miu shushed him once again.  “That doesn’t matter!  You’re here, and we’re havin’ fun right?  S-so let’s keep goin’!  There’s still shit on the table you haven’t used…. O-or maybe…” she let a few trails of drool dribble down her double chin, “...w-we can go back to my lab and install a f-few upgrades for you…!  Aaaaah…~”

Keebos metallic cheeks lit up in a simulated blush.  “Please calm down! I’m just fine without any upgrades thank you!”

“T-then can you just… use the zap function you have? C-come on, just a little jolt…”  The seven-hundred pound girl whimpered.

Keebo paused.  He recalled the last session of “upgrades” he had with Miu: ceaseless flirting, prodding, and rubbing of his chassis, and after a few moments of searching his memory banks recalled the installation of a specific function.  While it didn’t amount to much more than an uncomfortable twinge, he deduced a prod would satiate the girl enough.

The robotic lad made his way over to the bedside, looking upon Miu’s enlarged form.  While she had been well-endowed before, the fat that encased her body had left her chest engorged: her age made sure they stayed somewhat perky but with breasts the size of overripe watermelons they’d be sure to inch their way downwards in due time.

Miu shifted her legs together in anticipation, breathing erratic as she looked upon Keebo.  Keebo winced seeing how wide her hips were, nearing the length of the double doors of the gym.

“G-get on with it already…” Miu muttered, snapping him out of his trance.

Keebo nodded in silence, extending a digit out to her torso.  While he felt somewhat compelled to explore the depths of her chest, he stopped himself, opting to tap her shoulder instead.  The instant his finger made contact a small jolt of electricity coursed throughout Miu’s body, which caused her entire frame to quiver in bliss.

“F-fuck that’s good..~!  G-gimme another one….”  Miu’s thighs ground noisily together, creating a small series of shockwaves throughout them.

Keebo interjected. “But that left a mark… I don’t want to h—“

“Just gimme another!” Miu barked.

Keebo submitted and gave her another jolt.  Miu gasped happily once again, hugging herself and muttering obscenities.

After a few seconds of awkward silence Miu sat up, knocking the strained bands around her legs off and sending them scattered around the bedspread.  She brushed herself off, arms quivering and on display thanks to them blowing the sleeves off long ago.

“F-fuck, alright that was nice… I’m surprised Keeboy!” Miu was still panting, half from her arousal and half from being unused to heaving her bulk around.  She patted Keebo on his back, her gloves demolished by the extra bits of pudge on her hands.

“I… didn’t have much say in the matter..” he mumbled, tapping his fingers together.

Miu grunted as she attempted to heave her legs over the bedside, clearly struggling.  “Y’wanna gimme a hand here?”

Keebo shook his head no quickly.  “I told you, my strength pales in comparison to most humans.  I don’t think I could lift you up at your uhm… current size…”

Miu tugged at her shirt collar.  “A-are you calling me fat?”

Keebo paused.  “Well, I suppose I would be lying if I said no.”

Miu let out a strange squeal.  “Oooof, all that play and you’re still being m-mean… Keeboy you’re getting good at this…!”

“I’m… not sure what you mean, but if you’re satisfied then I am as well!”

After a few minutes of effort Miu hopped up to her feet, a bit wobbly on them due to being unused to her girth.  Keebo took note of how her gut sagged past her waist, unable to recall seeing an individual of such a size.

“Christ, feels like I’m wearin’ a lead suit… a-ah well, I can’t wait to see the look on that blonde bimbo’s face… hah…” She shuddered, closing her eyes.  Her body wobbled dangerously in her constraints: Keebo was concerned her outfit would burst if she grew anymore.

“Miu, allow me to escort you back to your dorm.  I’m sure you want to rest after that… whole fiasco…”

“H-huh?” Miu snapped from her daydreaming, assuredly imagining being called all sorts of horrid names by the others.  “O-oh right… yeah, let’s do that!  I need to get a new pair of fuckin’ panties anyway, I’m drenched!”

Miu cackled, covered in sweat from the whole situation.  Keebo looked to the floor nervously before the large girl jabbed him in the shoulder.

“H-hey, tomorrow you wanna… do something?  I g-got a nice collar you can throw on me, a-and you can show me off, h-haha.. Hah….”  Miu’s proposition fell flat as she waddled off, trying to walk at an even pace despite her width.  Her skirt was raised awfully high, nearly giving Keebo an eyeful.

Keebo sighed.  Miu was too much to handle, even for him.