This was a collab between myself and  LordOfGee!

Hajime felt his blood run cold as an immense, hot, doughy mass pressed itself into his lower back, pinning him to the motel door. He'd just finished investigating the room of Hiyoko Saiyonji, a classmate of his who had gone missing overnight, and was prepared to examine her beach house. Unfortunately for him, the cause and culprit of this disappearance was right behind him, sighing soft nothings into his ear. He wasn't perfectly sure if the sweat beginning to collect on his forehead was from his sheer shock and terror, the overwhelming heat radiating from *whatever* had him immobilized at the present, or the scarlet blush growing across his face.

He turned his head to the side to see a woman's arm firmly planted against the wall, as if to give support to whoever it belonged to. Just out of the corner of his peripherals he could make out the blushing, drooling visage of Mikan Tsumiki, another of his classmates, licking her chops and giggling like she had a joke she'd waited all day to tell him, and she most certainly did. Just then, the weight keeping Hajime smooshed against the door removed itself from his body, and he sank to his knees, just now realizing how difficult it had been to breathe.

He turned himself around to catch an eyeful of what had to be the shapeliest legs he'd ever seen, clad in nothing more than bandage wrapped over one, and both shaking like leaves. Betraying himself, Hajime couldn't help but resist the urge to look up. Sure, he got a view of a bikini bottom - that was to be expected, but was taken aback by the vast ocean of blushing pink flesh completely surrounding it that seemed to jiggle and gurgle uncontrollably as Mikan's giggling grew into a fit of raucous laughter.

Mikan eventually regained her composure and took a few steps back. "Y-You can get up now, Hajime. I don't want you seeing anything u-u-unsightly." The chuckle accompanying Mikan's statement told Hajime he'd been caught red-handed, and red-faced at that. He brought himself to his feet, his mind barely able to process what he was seeing. Before him was the Ultimate Nurse, Mikan Tsumiki, and in front of her was... her stomach, sagging and sloshing like an overfilled water baloon as it let out a deep, menacing

*GWRRRRRLLLLLK.*

Mikan's belly wasn't the only part of her that had grown, Hajime noticed, as Mikan's hands went from gliding over as much of her gut as she could reach to fondling her swollen breasts, each larger than her head and held tightly in place by her bikini top. It was when Hajime looked into Mikan's shadowy visage, however, that he realized that she hadn't taken her eyes off him for a single moment. All at once, the color drained from his face, apparently taking the moisture in his throat with it. After some deliberation, Hajime worked up the courage to ask:

"Mikan... what's that?"

"Hm? That's all you had to ask?" Mikan's voice lost its usual high, airy overtones as she spoke. Was this how she really sounded? "Well, I *guess* you could say I had a excellent lunch with our cl-

*OOOOUUUUURRRRHP!*

...classmates." Both her eyes and Hajime's were drawn to the scraps of cloth and leather which had been expelled onto the surface of her wobbling belly. Without a shred of concern, Mikan unceremoniously swept the bits of fabric off her stomach, where they fell to the pavement with a comical *SPLAT.*

"C-Cut the shit, Mikan! What the FUCK did you do!" Hajime did his best to intimidate, raising his voice and swearing like that, but only got a single indignant chuckle out of his adversary.

"Oh dear," Mikan began in that unsettling other voice of hers, "looks like I've been cornered all by my lonesone." A wry grin crept across her face as she began, "Whatever will I do now that Hajime's found me out? Not like it matters- Nekomaru's still in the hospital, and the others? I've got a *gut feeling* they won't be able to...

*UHHhhrrp...*

bail you out of this one. So what now?" Before Hajime could react, Mikan once more had him pinned to the wall with her gelatinous tummy, only this time, he was mere inches from Mikan's scarlet-tinted face. Her mouth opened horrifyingly wide, her tongue and the back of her throat on full display as strings of saliva dripped from her palate, before snapping her teeth shut only a hair's distance from his face.

"After all, it's just you and me now..."

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