Commission from the great all-powerful  Lampton

I couldn't be happier from the result, perhaps the greatest commission I've ever purchased. Please give Lamp all of your love so he can continue making great things!

Drabble by  Draconatedz and myself

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"Aaahn~ H-H-How can I top this?!"

Slouching forward, Junko feverously groped the writhing mound of flesh that overtook her throne, drool pouring
from her mouth and mixing with the thick coating of sweat that worked into every inch of her perfect skin. Her
eyes were glazed over in unmatched ecstasy, the evil mastermind rigorously prodding and massaging any notable
shape her pathetically hopeless morsels produced, which at the moment was Det. Kirigiri's shapely ass.

"That's right, bitch, that ass is mine! Squirm some...m-more..." Junko shouted, suddenly gaining a fierce scowl
and a waggling tongue, but once her meal's butt actually *did* start wiggling under the tight squeeze, the schizo reverted back to shameless depravity. Her lips spread into a sickening grin and her slited eyes clouded into an
unfocused haze that gazed at the belly that held two of the biggest nuisances to her killing game. The insane
overlord of despair was hesitant to necessary direct intervention, but once the idea and her notably empty
stomach hit her, it was perfect.

"Who knew my mouth had a purpose other than verbally breaking apart weak, gentle souls?" A mad giggle teased her
vocal chords once the reality of her delicious and filling triumph sunk in.

"Two failures fighting for hope m-melding into my body, the temple of despair~" With each word, her sweaty grip
tightened, soaking in layers of acid on the detective's melting jacket and into the flaking skin beneath. Her
muffled moans of pain were like a beautiful symphony, a concerto of misery that foreshadowed the more intense
suffering they'd both experience in a few short minutes.

But fear struck her black heart, and with it came a debilitating sadness that somehow left an assortment of fungi overgrown on her conditioned scalp.

"Such despair I'm now faced with. Nothing will ever reach this height of inflicting absolute suffering. From now
on, my evil will be a sinking hole of disappointment." Tears threatened to escape her dark circled blank eyes,
even the knowledge hope boy was seconds away from drowning in her softly building acid levels wasn't enough to
break her bout of depression. Miraculously, as if Satan himself bestowed her with divine intervention, the
solution came soon after.

*HUUURRRRRRRPPP*

The colorful mushrooms sprung off her head in a frenzy, landing onto the floor of the trial grounds as did
Kyoko's singed panties.

"Aaaaaall better~ Junko Enoshima's back with a vengeance! Despair will consume everything!" Clutching her
softening gut, she rocked herself to sleep atop the poor detective's dwindling head bulge, thigh squishing into the sack of meat resting at the bottom, the label of luck hardly fitting for it by then.

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"In a dark and dreary room, only the light of a dim computer screen bounces off her shimmering skin. Glistening in the darkness, her enhanced form shines most gloriously, proud trophies from her conquest of hope! Now, only despair dances in the form of a dwindling stomach, the last remains of fools who would defy her! Shake and jiggle for her, fat laden breasts and buttocks built from Ultimates!"

*slurp*

Slamming the can of sugary soda down, Junko Enoshima has finished her masterpiece. The tale of the gluttonous end of Makoto Naegi and Kyoko Kirigiri. All that remains is to find a publisher in the ruined apocalypse she had caused, and get her tale out to the masses.

"Still..."

In the blink of an eye, the blonde mastermind has tied her hair in a fashionable pony-tail, and donned a pair of modern spectacles.

"One to my breasts and the other to my backside. In such close proximity, yet at such a distance... the tale of star-crossed lovers since the beginning of time."

Leaning back in a lazy manner to inspect her new stowaways, Junko crosses her legs, marveling at just how much fat the two of those buffoons produced. The rest piled and pooled in the shape of a fat and heavy gut, still full of so much Ultimate mush to be processed.

"Let's move your full digestion up to 7 o'clock sharp, just in time for dinner. I believe I have the Ultimate Heir and the Ultimate Writing Prodigy set for our next merger."

A low grumble was the slop in the stomach's only response, which brought a dark smile to the devilish woman's face.

"I'm so vewy, vewy gwad you agwee~"

Her eyes wide and sparkly like a typical anime character, she hugged and squeezed and loved her body all over, completely detached from reality itself. Stuck shifting through her various personalities until there was no slop left to torment.

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