Another Danganronpa commission for  theweirdone445, this time featuring Mahiru Koizumi.

And just like last time, he wrote an accompanying drabble to go along with it!



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Daily Life: Day Time (Free Time)

"What the hell were you thinking, giving a girl something like that?"

A rancid belch did almost nothing to alleviate the boiling rage Mahiru was enveloped in, but it did do well in leaving Hajime without any chance at budging in the slightest. To think she wanted to gift her old camera to such a devious pervert who had the gall to hand her a lewd device. They had been spending so much time together to escape the horrible situation the killing game had put them in, and just when she was starting to fall for him, he revealed his true malicious colors. Her anger spiked at her own stupidity in letting a boy grow so close to her, so she began the aggregious task of stretching her wrinkled dress over that ginormous bulge the boy was making, ready to forget him entirely and relegate him to nothing but meat in her conscious memory. Every inch of the boy was completely vulnerable to his red faced predator, but the photographer resisted even laying one finger on that disgusting perv, stowing away the urges she had developed in their time together. Before she could rid herself of him, an ugly thought occured to her.

"Ugh, you're gonna make me so fat! I hope you're pleased with yourself in there!"

"Mmuumhp! MMPH!"

The distinct bulge of his head shook as he tried to speak in defense of his honest mistake, trying to yell out through her flesh that he must've gotten the device as a bonus item with his actual gift, which had by now melted along with his pant pockets. To Mahiru, it was a soundless plea for forgiveness that shamelessly sounded out from beneath her elevated breasts. He had to make due with gifting her a pleasantly heavy dinner.

"I hope you're pleased with yourself in there, you jerk!"

Her stomach gurgled and shook with the final struggles of the plain looking degenerate, and with her thoughts spoken, she crumbled to her mattress fully clothed, wanting nothing more but to rest off this nightmarish emotionally damaging event.

"Geeeeeez!"

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Daily life: Night Time (Digest Time)

Mahiru's eyes lazily opened in the middle of the night, taking in the cool atmosphere provided by the bright moon peering through her window. Her hand had founds its way to her exposed rear, squeezing at every inch of boy fat it was accumulating slowly. It was an odd sight to see her stomach once full of her crush's struggling form now lacking it completely. He was merely a thick chimy soup in her belly now, antenna and all, the irritable girl finding herself at strange peace with it, disregarding her own hotheaded intent she initially held with her punishment.

"I knew you'd want to end up there..." She spoke to her swollen belly as if it was alive. She had caught him on several occasions enjoying the sight of her pronounced cheeks, prompting her to deliver a long winded lecture that was undercut by her tomato red face. Her feelings left her too confused to admit the true warmth in her chest as she spat tired lines. Hajime had lost his body but she still held onto her sweaty middle and squishy butt like she was enjoying a nice cuddling session with him. In the seclusion of her bed and with him nothing but unresponsive fat, she allowed her protected emotions to crack in the cool air that flowed against her heated body.

"I don't really mind..."

Closing her eyes again for the final time that night, she lost the chance to enact her growing desire to kiss her smooth belly bulge of a boyfriend.

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Daily life: Day Time (Free Time)

"G-Give that back!"

Mahiru held out her hand at Hiyoko, trying to somehow hold a phantom grasp on her camera and pluck it out of her playfully obnoxious friend's own hands. It was just like her to barge into someone's room without asking, even if it was her closest friend's, and at such a terribly inconvient time as well. By the morning, Hajime had lost any solidity, the copious amounts of meat thoroughly digested and absorbed by her determined metabolism. Her butt had doubled in size, along with her child bearing hips and ludicrous bust. Pleasant warmth continued to pool in her assets, and all of the prior contempt she held for the boy had vanished completely. Even if her face didn't show it, she was unbelievably happy to have forced him into singularity with her. If that was his way of apologizing, she was satisfied.

Once Hiyoko had announced her presense and bluntly asked Mahiru to accompany her to breakfast, she was stunned to find the taller girl nearly bursting her bra and panties from the layer upon layer of fat adorning her supple flesh. In shock, Mahiru belched into the free air, her boyfriend's tie smacking into the floor by the dancer's feet. Hiyoko didn't even attempt to hide her maddening, childish giggling at figuring out what her big sis had done to that boring loser. Faster than Mahiru could think, she had snatched her trusted camera off the desk and a rapid series of clicking fired off.

"You're so squishy, big sis! Dumb boys look much better this way!" Saionji exclaimed as her rapid fire pics continued, capturing every possible angle of that squishy rear made of Hajime's essence.

"D-Don't make me punish you too, Hiyoko!" The threat came all too naturally. Too uncomfortable in her new weight, Mahiru stood still under the onslaught, but her empty, bloated stomach called to her, guiding her to act outside of what her rational mind was telling her. If her crush was at peace inside her, then her closest friends might as well fill the spot he left behind. Hiyoko's relentless photo session died down as Mahiru took hauntingly long steps towards her, her delicate plump fingers still outstretched towards to the wrapped yellow candy before her.

"U-uh sis, quit it! H-Hey, creep-o!" Saionji backed away but her foot caught on Hajime's tie like a banana peel, tumbling to the floor on her butt. Looking up, all she could look upon was her motherly friend's wet maw descending upon her, ready to claim one of her few close friends as an internalized memory all for herself.

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