You Are What You Hate (Mikan TG)

"Oh my god how can she be so annoying?!" groaned Mike, skipping another line of dialogue while playing the game, relieved as the annoying girl finally vanished. The man had recently been spending his free time playing through the Danganronpa games, having just started the second game, and enjoying his time with it.

That was, with the exception of her.  

Ever since he started the game, Mikan just seemed to do nothing but grind his gears, the constant fanservice and lack of confidence just making him want to leave the game almost every time she opened her mouth. It was bad enough he had to deal with her, but it turned out she had a fanbase! People actually liked her! 

That only made him hate her even more, the man straight up ignoring every positive suggestion by the fans he made fun of online, refusing to hear even the suggestions of people liking her. There was another annoying bitch that made fun of her in the game too; that seemed to be Hiyoko's only positive. At the moment, he was not only slowly playing through the game, but also arguing with some delusional fans online, rolling his eyes at their stupid comments.

"Well obviously the fanservice sucks! Just because we like Mikan doesn't mean we like that part of her!"

"But she has nothing beyond that you idiots!"

"Have you even done her free times? Or actually think about her character?"

"No! Since she's the worst character!"

"Dude. Hiyoko is right there."

"I never said she wasn't bad either! Just that Mikan is worse!"

At first he'd just been trying to troll them, but now he was starting to actually get a bit worked up over it, grinding his teeth as he continued to argue.

"That's bullshit! Mikan is great! There's a reason she's popular!"

"Yeah man. It's fine not to like a character, but you really don't need to attack her fans for no reason."

"Oh shut up! You just can't accept I'm right! Mikan sucks! You're all just delusional! I'm never going to think otherwise!"

Yeah, that should end the conversation, Mike smiling as he returned back to the game, barely noticing the other replies coming in. 

"This dude really needs to calm down."

"Yeah, and just be a decent human being!" 

"Relax you two. I'll handle it. Time for this bastard to see what it's like to walk a mile in someone else's shoes." 

"Ohhhhhhhhh. I'm so sca-" he began to type, only to pause, groaning as the world turned fuzzy around him, Mike getting to his feet and clutching his head as his surroundings melted and shifted at an alarming rate. He shut his eyes to regain his focus, before blinking as he suddenly felt the heat of the sun on his flesh, the sound of the ocean waves behind him. 

"W-wait... the fuck!?"

Those words were all he could mutter, eyes wide as he looked around at the restaurant interior, finding it almost identical to that of the game he was just playing. He gaped in confusion, lost for words as he ran to the balcony, met with the relaxing ocean scents and sights of Jabberwock Island. The flowing palm trees, distant ocean, even a few of the students wandering outside the hotel.

"I-I'm... inside the game!? H-how... this can't be real! T-this can't be fucking real!" he tried not to panic, gasping to himself as he attempted to calm down. "N-no... stay calm. This could be the post game mode I heard about... or something. AH I DON'T KNOW! I-I guess I could ask someone? Wait, but they don't know me! And they aren't even real! Ugh, why am I even talking to myself!?"

Mike took a deep breath, calming himself as he turned back to the restaurant, deciding that the best course of action would be to look around while avoiding the others. He hit a problem right away though, cursing mentally as one of the last characters he ever wanted to meet came up the stairs, her eyes narrowing at the sight of him as well.

"Oh. It's you," spat Hiyoko, rolling her eyes, "what, did you finally get the hint that nobody wants you around?" 

Huh. Guess the characters in this game did know him. Maybe he'd been added as an extra student? He honestly should have asked, but when faced with the opportunity to argue with his second-least favorite character in the game, he wasn't one to question himself. Ugh, did that mean he had a chance of running into Mikan? He knew who he was going to avoid the most.

"Nope. Was just having some time to think on my own. It's always hard when you won't shut your damn mouth," he smirked, taking great joy in how furious the shorter girl looked at his snarky comment, his skin pleasantly tingling from joy, softening from a recent loss of body hair, not that Mike knew that of course.

"Bad time to grow a spine you pig! What, you think I can't cope with a few bad comments thrown my way? Are you stupid?!" she asked with a piercing glare, the feeling of judging eyes briefly making him shiver, his legs shortening by two inches just slowly enough for him not to notice. 

"Well I'm not the one who can't even tie their own kimono! " It was funny that she used one of her insults for Mikan, really. This girl only had a handful of insults huh? It was pretty pathetic. But it was so worth it, especially just how taken aback the dancer seemed as she grit her teeth in fury.

"Oh that's rich coming from the whore who can't even cut their own hair! What, you get scared of the scissors or something?" 

"What? My hair is fine. W-what the hell are y-y-you going on a-about?" W-why did he sound so uncertain all of a sudden? W-was it because his hair felt weird? That was nothing! He was just imagining things! He just needed to get back at her already! "W-w-well... you’re... y-you’re... mean!"

"Ha! That's more like it pigshit! Think before you insult me next time!" she smirked, the sight making Mike shake and clench his fists, trying to hide his confusion as he wracked his brain for a better comeback. His attempts were cut off though, the feelings in his hair growing stronger as a strand fell in front of his eyes.

He blinked, pulling the dark strand down in front of his eyes, breathing in panic as he suddenly became aware of how much hair was flowing down. The blonde colouring was being washed out, polluted and corrupted by an infectious, wild plum, one that was seemingly determined to remove every trace of the former colour.

It wasn't growing normally though, instead flowing down unevenly, the strands a mess like they were cut with shaky hands that had no idea what they were doing. The shortest of them reached his neck, the longest just past his fingertips, the strands seeming to be naturally soft as he stared at the oddly familiar hair in confusion. 

"Ha! You look sooooooooo stupid!" Hiyoko laughed, Mike looking at her with tearful eyes, the panic turning to fear.

"M-my hair... w-what... h-how… what did you do to my h-hair!?" He couldn't stop the stuttering, shaken to the core as he attempted to get some answers.

"Pfff. What would I have to do with it? You're the idiot who thought it was a good idea to go around looking like that! You make me sick! You and your stupid face!" Her words made him physically recoil, gasping and shivering as the feelings within his hair spread to his face.

It felt like someone had ripped off a bandaid without warning, his features scrunching up as everything was softened, cheekbones cracking, his nose and jaw rounding down with dramatic CRUNCHes. He squealed, his lips plumping up as he scrambled around for a mirror, one of the plates being the only thing close enough as he gulped down something solid in his hyperventilating.

He was met with the worst possible sight, his tear-filled eyes widening as he let out a squeak of terror, his whole body wobbling as his heart almost stopped from terror and shock.

"M-my f-f-face... m-my f-face is... I-I look like... Mikan!?"

It couldn't be real. It couldn't be fucking real. The same thoughts rushed through his head all at once as his tear-filled eyes looked back pathetically. It was the face of the character he disliked the most out of the whole game, somehow attached to his own body, nothing making sense anymore as he whimpered pathetically.

"I-I'm d-dreaming. This is s-some kind of f-fucked up nightmare o-or something! I want to wake up now! I want- AH I EVEN HAVE H-H-HER STUPID VOICE!" he cried, shivering as Hiyoko tilted her head in confusion.

"Did you get dropped on your head as a baby or something? Who the fuck else would you look like!? God, how stupid are you?" came her bitchy reply, Mike squeaking as the force of her insults sent his broad hands snapping and crunching down into tiny, feminine forms. 

They didn't look like his hands anymore, too small. Too fragile. Too vulnerable. Everything about them was wrong as he clamped them together desperately. H-he had to give this bitch a piece of his mind before getting away and- "EEK I'M S-SORRY!" 

W-what? He hadn't meant to say that! W-why did he- why had- w-wereas her stupid insults the things that were changing him? But that- that didn't even make-

"You're so pathetic! God I hate looking at such a trashy skank so often! Especially one that dresses like a whore as much as you!" Hiyoko barked back, the panic and terror only rising as Mike shivered and cried, feeling his clothes start to shift, girly pink overtaking the boyish blue as he pleaded in protest.

"W-what? No. N-NO NOT MY CLOTHES! JUST N-NOT HER! A-ANYONE BUT HER! A-ANYONE BUT MIKAN!" he screamed, bucking as the forming ribbon tightened around his waist, his ribs forced inwards with a meaningful and pleasurable CRUNCH.  His core was pressed and slimmed against his will, the muscle and mass within melting into slender, powerless fat that formed an alluring core beneath his apron.  

The rest of his clothes were falling just as fast, pants dissolving into nothing more than bandages and a plaster, a newly formed, wrinkled skirt all that barely hid his thighs and throbbing shaft. He squeaked helplessly as panties tightened around his cock, his sleeves pulling away to reveal slimming arms as he shook in protest.

"N-NO! S-STOP! I-I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I-I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID BUT D-DON'T TAKE A-AWAY MY- MY- A-AHHHHEEEE~!!!!" His protests were meaningless in the end, the changes showing the man no mercy as his wobbling arms fully slimmed with an intense burst of bliss.

Mike was convinced he was trapped in his own personal hell, mixed with some weirdo's twisted fetish, bandages wrapping around his right arm as his shirt was fully Mikaned, permanently morphing into the pink shirt and apron he hated. He wanted to rip it off him, to tear it away and scream to the world that he refused to let this happen, but the words died in his throat, especially when the homeless mass realized it only had one place to go.

"G-GAH~! N-NGH~! G-GET OFF~! G-GET THIS S-STUPID O-OUTFIT OFF ME~! G-GET IT- OH GAWD~! F-FUCKING SHITTTTTTTT~!" he screamed, eyes wide as he felt all the mass surge down, feeling it coming, knowing there was nothing that could stop it.

"H-HIYOKO! D-DON'T- DON'T- LOOHHHHHHHHHK~!" he pleaded, the begging all he could do, squealing as he was brought over the edge, warm cum bursting from his shaft and marking the floor with his seed, his discarded strength and masculinity reduced to gooey discharge.

He’d never felt more spent in his life, gasping for breath in the afterglow, feeling utterly humiliated as Hiyoko looked at him with wide eyes, whimpering from the feeling of that and his newfound lack of balls, both of them shooting inwards from the sheer force of his orgasm. They were pumping new fluids through his body, a virus of shy femininity that was too powerful for his male antibodies to hold back. 

"W-wait... do you... get off on me insulting you!? Wow, you’re even more disgusting than I gave you credit for, pig barf." expressed the young girl, still caught off guard by what she had just witnessed as Mike sobbed.

"N-no! I-it's not- it's not like that! I-I'm sorry! You w-weren't s-supposed to- I c-couldn't-! The boy couldn't even bring himself to shout anymore, the confidence required to do so long gone by now. He tried to put on a brave face, but all he could do was raise his hands to his chest, shutting his tearful eyes like it would make the terrifying changes go away.

"Wow, you’re such a fucking sicko! I knew it! I mean you're such a whore, pigshit! Why else would you show those stupid boobs of yours off so much!?" The girl leaned forward with a scowl, his eyes shooting open from her words, his nipples already tingling in preparation for what was coming.

"O-oh please! P-please no~! N-not that~! I-I'm not a g-girl! I d-don't- d-don't want her- A-AHHHHHHH~!" he was panting in terror between frightened screams, fat rushing behind his chest, his eyelashes fluttering as, to his horror, breasts began to form. It didn't matter what he pleaded, what he begged, the end result was the same.

His whole body shook as his chest surged, mass dragging outwards as he wobbled and squeaked, pathetically crying and cumming as it wouldn't stop expanding. It was bad enough he had breasts, but the sheer size of them was almost like the world was trying to rub it in, his brain throbbing in despair-filled bliss as he wanted to run and hide.

Mike knew there was no escape though; that was the worst part, along with how damn good it all felt, unable to even bring himself to fully hate the experience when the weight and bouncing of his new D cup breasts brought so much pleasure with them. He hesitantly took hold of one, gasping softly as he wriggled in place, rubbing his legs together at a sensation that seemed both alien... yet also really familiar?

B-but that didn't make sense! H-he’d never touched someone else's b-b-breasts like that! That would be totally unprofessional! S-she always had to focus on the wounds so she could nurse them back to health the best she-

Mike froze, eyes widening in even greater horror as he clumsily staggered back, flight or fight kicking in hard as he clutched his head and shook it in alarm. 

"N-no... nonononono! T-that's even worse! That's so much w-w-worse! I d-don't want to... sniff... b-be Mikan! I h-hate her~! I h-h-hate how much of a s-s-stupid k-klutz I am!" he shook his head harder, eyes soaked in tears, arms raised, "N-NO! I D-DIDN'T MEAN TO S-SAY T-THAT- I-I'm sorry! N-no! Ohhhhhhhhh i-if I w-w-wasn't so useless I’d be able to f-fight this a-and stop myself from- NO SHUT UP!"

It was like Mikan's stupid, annoying anxieties had been planted in his brain, spreading out at an alarming rate, consuming his thoughts and corrupting his desires. He was sobbing, the reality of the situation starting to fully set in as he shook his head and protested uselessly. Mike was only fueling the anxieties with his overwhelming panic, his heart racing, his instincts screaming at him to run, memories of being bullied slipping in only adding to his fear.

"N-no, I-I'm not- I'm not that s-stupid bitch! I-I'm not a girl- I'm not this a-annoying w-whiny-"

"Oh god, shut up pervert! I swear I'm losing brain cells just listening to you talk to yourself! Quit trying to stand up for yourself already! It doesn't suit useless fucks like you!" Hiyoko sneered, Mike whimpering out protests as he felt his exposed legs bubble, going the same as his arms as the muscle within was flattened out, slowly melting into healthy, slender fat, once more forced to lewdly cum it all out in shame.

"S-STOPPPPPPPP- T-THIS IS SO E-EMBARRASSING~! I-I'M SORRY- I'M SORRY- I TAKE IT BACK! I TAKE IT ALL BACK J-JUST STOPPPPPPP~!" He squealed and pleaded, feeling more of his childhood being replaced, his hatred for Mikan becoming self-loathing, although much less intense. Mike was losing his mind, his name spinning in his head, confidence falling to meekness, making it almost impossible to think clearly, the changing boy deciding he needed to be anything other than here as he shot into a desperate wobbling dash.

"Awwwww, can't take my comments now? You're such a stupid klutz! Honestly, how can the others stand you!? Go and cry somewhere else then!" There were more changes coming, there were still more coming, Mike losing sight of himself in the instinctive panic and anxiety that had claimed him. He couldn't forget, he couldn't give in, lose himself to such ecstasy, he was real and Mikan wasn't he had to remember that he had to-

CRACK

"EEEPPPPPP~!!! O-OH NO~! NOT T-THAT~! N-NOOOOOO-!" he sobbed, his feet forced down to match the increasing daintiness of his lower body, the smaller supports sending him tumbling forwards with a squeal. The roll sent his spine bursting inwards, slotting into its new curved form as he landed on his throat, his cock ramming into the ground as his screams rose to grow gradually more intense.

It was forced in, chunks of his cock sent rocketing into his opening, his blubbering wails all he could do to react as he raised his ass upwards, desperately trying to will his shaft to stop shrinking, none of it doing a thing to stop its feminine descent.

"T-THIS ISN'T F-FAIR~! T-THIS ISN'T FUCKING F-FAIRRRR~! W-WHOEVER'S D-DOING THIS PLEASE! F-FORGIVE ME~! F-FORGIVE ME~! I-I'LL DO ANYTHING! WHY WON'T YOU F-FORGIVE ME A-A-ALREADYYYY~!?" Frightened, crying screams of desperation were all he could offer to whatever was changing him, the need for forgiveness spreading from the invading identity as Mike bucked and screamed.

The man's concept of himself was going from being on shaky ground to almost being completely erased in a matter of moments, his face stained with tears as he meekly squeaked and came out more of his former life.

He was fading, he was fading fast, his mind unable to exist anymore, too much confidence floating around, the feeling of that becoming a distant memory as it slipped through his fingers. Mika begged for forgiveness, for any chance of salvation, for whatever force that was changing him to forgive whatever he did wrong.

He didn't get that mercy, only squealing as his cock rapidly shrank away, spurting away his mind, his desires, even his hatred for his new self, crying as a beauty mark appeared under his eye. "I-I'm such a s-screw up... if I w-was... if I w-was someone more c-confident I could f-fight this! So why? Oh what am I s-saying! I-I-I'm not l-like that a-a-at all!"

"You can't even run away right! And are you fucking presenting yourself now?! What, have you gone into heat, you pig!? Don't even try and say it's just how you ended up! You obviously just want attention, you whore!" snapped Hiyoko, the forming nurse squealing like an animal in heat as her cum rushed free, the fluids turning clear from the lack of testosterone.

Now the pleasure was rushing into his ass, squeaks slipping free as he found himself with no choice but to thrust his inflating rear up further with each burst of mass, his eyes wide and flooding with tears as it formed a complete outline in the skirt. Bigger and bigger his ass burst, his mind drowning in a hellish mix of anxiety, fear, and unrivaled delight, his eyes spiralling into the new life laid out for him.

"N-no... I-I-I'm M-Mike? No... t-t-that's not... I think? H-head really hurts... a-am Mikan r-right? H-hate Mikan? B-but t-that doesn't c-change the first thing r-right? W-wouldn't s-say hate though... m-more like I'm a-aware of how u-useless I am and O-OH~! K-KYA~! O-OH GAWD THIS F-FEELS S-SO GOOD~!? NO F-FORGIVE ME~! PLEASE FORGIVE ME~! I-I DON'T- I DON'T- AHHHH~!!!!!"

She slammed herself into the floor again, drooling and crying in desperate bliss, unable to stop being assimilated into her least favorite girl, unable to stop enjoying it all. This time though, she didn't think she minded all that much, her screams growing louder as the sheer amount of fat rushing into her ass overflowed into her thighs in an extremely pleasurable fashion.

Mika squished them together, crushing her cock and blubbering in bliss as they burst into juicy, thick tree trunks, the sheer size of them forcing her hips apart, cracking them to become wide and inviting. Her eyes spun, cute little giggles slipping from her lips as she rolled onto her side, her halfway-inverted cock twitching and throbbing noticeably as she squirmed, her newly inflated thighs left utterly exposed by the skirt.  

She was so close, so close to changing forever, the feeling of being vulnerable and shy still present, but something else was emerging. It was a spark. A spark lit from one of her fellow students, an enthusiastic smile, a caring personality, l-love? It was all there. Telling her she could be more, that she didn't have to be a pushover, something she found herself daring to believe.

But that could come later, for now she had to finish herself, Mika letting out a pleasured squeak as clear fluids stained the floor, hands raised to her face, tears and drool dripping everywhere as her expression turned to one of unrivaled ecstasy, blushing as she eagerly waited for her former self to be erased completely. 

S-soon she wouldn't even remember she used to be such an unpleasant boy, the thought making her heart pound in newfound excitement, eager to be pushed over the edge, knowing it would come at a moment's noti-

POP~!

"K-K-KYAAAA~!!!! O-OH G-GAWD~! I-I K-KNOW WHO I AM~! I'M MIKANNN~!!! M-MIKAN TSUMIKI~!!!!! F-F-FOREVER~!! A-ALWAYS MIKANNNN~!!!!"

She was seeing sparkles and hearts as she came for the first time as a woman, the newly completed nurse left panting and shivering from the sheer force of her orgasm, never feeling pleasure so intense before as she basked in the wonderful afterglow. It took her a full minute to recover, only getting to her feet as Hiyoko stomped hers in annoyance.

"Hey! What the fuck was that pig shit?! I don't know what just happened, but I'm certain it was you being pathetic! You’d better fucking apologize, right now!"

The other girl's words guided Mikan to her feet, the nurse wiping the tears and drool off her face as she instinctively recoiled from the comment. The same reply she always gave was on the tip of her tongue too. One she managed to hold back, the spark she had recalled shining brighter, the thought giving her the courage she needed as she took a deep breath.

"No."

"Yeah, you’d better be sor-" the dancer froze, blinking as if she didn't know what she just heard. "W-wait... what did you just say!?"

"I-I s-s-said no!" she managed to get out, barely standing her ground as she turned bright red. "I-I'm not going to s-say sorry! S-s-since I didn't do anything wrong!"

"I-I... b-but... W-WHAT!?" Hiyoko seemed to be stammering more than Mikan was, eyes wide as the nurse continued.

"S-s-so I'm not sorry! For t-t-that! Or a-a-anything else I-I've done! S-s-since I've been trying H-Hiyoko! I'm not the b-best with p-people! I'm c-clumsy! I'm a k-klutz! I c-can barely confront anyone! But I-I'm trying! I don't have to come out e-every day! B-b-but I do! S-since I w-w-want to help!" she cried, before blushing and hiding her face a little. "I'm doing the best I can. And Ibuki thinks that's enough. So I'm going to believe her. I-if that's alright with y-you. G-good day!"

She turned around and walked away, leaving behind an utterly dumbfounded Hiyoko who looked like she had been given proof of the earth being flat. The nurse almost collapsed as she left the hotel; h-had she actually done that? Had she finally told Hiyoko what Ibuki had begged her to say for days now?

"W-well not exactly... I left out the part where Ibuki would burn her at the s-s-stake if she ever heard her calling me pig barf again... but I guess that part wasn't as important anyways..." she muttered to herself, before smiling wide, hiding a small skip in her step as she walked away from the building. She had to find her musician friend right away. The punk girl had been trying to get her to break out of her shell for days now, showing the nurse more love than she ever had before.

She forgave her for all the things she didn't for herself, called her beautiful, (in a platonic way, Ibuki had insisted on that so many times after she said it, so it had to be true), and trained her. Showed her ways to take out her anger. To stand up for herself, and now there was finally proof that it was working!

"I-Ibuki's going to love hearing about this! O-oh I bet she'll do that s-super cute big smile she does w-when I tell her!" Mikan thought aloud, her smile remaining on her face as she headed towards her friend's favorite hangout spot, having the feeling that today was the start of a whole new her~.