Another collab with my boy  LordOfGee for Junko's birthday! As you may remember, he did an *excellent* piece last year for it, and this is the sequel!


What a shame it was for Makoto Naegi, the Ultimate Hope, to have entered the Neo World Program too late... Every last trace of the 77th class of Hope's Peak Academy has had their data vanish into the Junko virus's titanic, engorged form, leaving the lone hope boy to stare in horror at his greatest adversary, returned from the grave and now godlike in power and proportions. The gaudy, bedazzled cellphone used for the cyber colossus to communicate was nearly completely engulfed between tits the size of houses , threatening to rend asunder a top already large enough to used as a parachute... for an airplane. Makoto found himself unable to speak as he backed away from the heaving, churning mass of Junko's stomach, so enormous in size it had to be squashed down against the side of the trial ground so Naegi could even catch so much of a glimpse of Enoshima's face. Were it not for the view-encompassing tummy threatening to squash Makoto, he would've been able to witness a scenic view of Junko's truly mountainous ass, each cheek wider than her entire torso, and together threatening to turn her undergarments into a thong - that is, if it didn't explode into ribbons first.

Just as Makoto's face was about to vanish under the ever-encroaching blob of Junko's stomach, he found the mass lift itself off of him, and inhaled sharply before being snatched by the hood between two of Junko's giant digits. He turned back to the trial ground, only to see thighs the size of trains wrap around it, before crushing it to rubble, then textures and models, then into code, all whirling past Makoto's head and down the open, awaiting maw of Junko Enoshima. The last vestige of the Hope Restoration Project, of the School Trip Rules, of the Neo World Program itself, has been obliterated, overwritten, and effectively digested into the now all-encompassing virus.

"...?" Makoto could barely make out a voice calling to him. In but a moment, his vision had gone black, and his body smothered within the hot, cramped depths of... whichever fold of Junko's blubber this was. He couldn't have been lodged in her stomach, as the incessant grumbling of the simulated organ was far too distant... above him? At that moment, Makoto became acutely aware of the blood rushing to his head. Righting himself, he groped and writhed against the seemingly endless walls of flesh embracing him, straining for any purchase for what must have felt like hours before he could even find enough light to make out his hand. His hand... and the doughy expanse constricting his entire body. The light's source, however, ended up doing quite little to inspire hope, as Makoto only found the shining, beaming face of Junko Enoshima...'s cell phone.

"Geez, and here I thought you'd stood me up..." the artificial girl pouted as a scarlet blush overtook her face. "I just wanted to show you what all my hard work got me! What's the matter with that, huh?" Makoto had no response for the monster before him, save for the grimace plastered across his face. A shadow crept across Junko's face as it lost any indicator of joy. "Ugh, fine, if you're not gonna prod and poke and investigate like you always do," Junko's trademark toothy grin crept its way back across her face. "Then I'll just have to show you myself!"

In an instant, the seemingly flat image of Junko Enoshima reached out of the phone, grabed Makoto's wrists, and dragged him screaming into the screen with a sickening *schlurp.* "Pwah..." Junko, once more confined to the second dimension, rubbed across her stomach, bloated less to the size of the boy she'd dragged in, and more the size of an overdue pregnancy. "I think it's finally time I showed you the world through my eyes, darling...


...


Makoto arose from the bed he was on in a cold sweat. Above him were his partners, Kyoko Kirigiri and Byakuya Togami, who looked at him with concern.

"It's as I feared," Byakuya started, "it would seem the Neo World Program will reject new Alter Egos once the simulation is up and running. I just didn't think it would take so long..." Makoto looked at his hands, flexing and stretching his fingers. His entire body felt fatigued, and his head hurt like hell, but he was back in the real world, with his real friends. The overwhelming relief of having returned in once piece... was dragged away from him just as quickly as it came, as his body got up and onto the floor, stretching lightly.

"Yeah," Makoto heard his voice. *Felt* his voice travel up his throat and out of his mouth. But he didn't say that. "I really wish there was something we could do about the 77th class..." Makoto's body put his normal clothes back on, and his voice answered any questions the other two raised about his wellbeing. Makoto Naegi however, did no such thing. "Actually..." Makoto's voice paused, as one by one, each of the chambers containing the bodies of the Remnants of Despair unlocked and opened, their inhabitants slowly, deliberately climbing out, toothy grins plastered across their faces. Makoto's body turned to face his friends. "I just had a great idea."


so uh

this was finished on christmas

and i forgot to upload it

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