Pair of Despair (Junko and Mukuro Double TG/TF)

NOTE: This story contains major spoilers for the first two Danganronpa games!

Rachel was obsessed with Junko Enoshima.

The girl could be classified as many things. Not very sociable. A bit of a loner. Not seeming interested in forming relationships or even advancing through university. Her essays were always done just on time, barely a moment before the deadlines.

She had the time to do them of course, but there were so many things she would rather do! Lying in her Junko-coloured bed covers, hugging her Monokuma doll, staring at Junko fanart, the cosplay she had displayed on a mannequin, the signed photos of those closely linked to her, the figures she had bought, it never got old for the girl. She had always preferred fiction to reality, getting lost in each series she consumed at a young age, everything changing when she picked up Danganronpa.

At first she thought Junko just had a nice design, admittedly letting her down when she was supposedly killed early in the game, only to be overjoyed when she returned later. But she was the real Junko. The perfect Junko. The character she was truly obsessed with, the despair-crazed, genius bombshell that was behind it all.

She had no morals. No morality. Some called her vile. Inhuman. Even annoying. But to Rachel she was an idol, a symbol of perfection that had trapped her in this obsessive web since that moment all those years ago. Junko thrived on chaos. The destructive, toxic kind. The kind of event she wished she could experience, anything to shake up her boring, plain existence.

Rachel always felt like she was a kindred spirit with the fashionista because of that. She was bored with the world too! She wanted to change it to put an end to that! Sure it may have been a little bit destructive but fuck it! What had the world done for her anyways?

"Ugh. It's thoughts like this that make the others so concerned..." she muttered to herself one night, running a finger longingly over a print of Junko she'd ordered a while ago, looking down at her lips with lovestruck eyes. Her obsession became romantic at times, Rachel unable to help it, Junko was just too gorgeous. None of the cosplayers could live up to it. Only Junko could get her going like this, with flowing strawberry blonde hair, painted nails, flawless legs, and huge breasts, complete with an exposed bra.

It got her drooling just thinking about it, the girl blushing as she rubbed her thighs together through her jeans, a small, dreamy smile on her face. She wasn't stupid. She knew what would happen if she somehow met Junko. She would be used. Abused. Taken advantage of before being thrown out like yesterday's trash. Yet she still wished for it more than anything. That brief period of excitement would be bound to be the highlight of her entire existence.

Sadly she was stuck here, in this boring world, filled with boring people, taunted by the image of someone that was simply better than her in every way. It would have been annoying if Junko wasn't so beautiful, Rachel intoxicated by the toxic woman in every sense of the word.

Her plan for the afternoon was just another night spent fantasising about her, another binge of Junko x reader fics sure to help her through it, if it wasn't for the other thing that had come up. She'd come home to a box on her bed, something her roommate said was addressed to her.

Oh he was the worst. He didn't even try to understand her, he even had the nerve to say that Junko's design wasn’t even that hot! She kept interactions to a minimum after that. Still, Rachel didn't know what this was at all. It was some kind of Monokuma-themed VR set, something she was unsure if she had even ordered.

Had she bought so many things that she was losing track of the Junko merch? Well it was bound to happen sometime she supposed.

"May as well see if this works I guess..." she muttered after a while, getting off her bed and slipping it over her eyes. It turned on by itself, the girl surprised for a moment, only becoming more confused when she found there was only one app or game already installed.

"A-Alter Ego? Like... J-Junko?" Rachel thought aloud, not even thinking about it as she selected the icon, the digital environment loading to reveal the inside of a limousine, filled with comfy seats. Nothing seemed to be there at first, the girl moving her head to look outside the window and seeing that they hadn’t even bothered loading anything outside. Just lines of code. "What kind of fan game is this?"

"Well, not really a game, girl. Nah this is like, way more than that. Try and keep up please~."

The sudden voice made her gasp, her legs shivering as she turned around, heart pounding in her chest at the sight of Junko sitting at the end of the limo, dressed in a leopard print dress with a mischievous grin on her face.

"J-Junko~?" Rachel moaned aloud, before coming to her senses with a shake of her head. "N-no this is just some fan-made thing I ordered... I s-shouldn't get my hopes up."

"Heh, don't speak too soon Rachel~! Come on, you think a fan could recreate me this perfectly?" She smirked, giving her virtual breasts a bounce for proof, the girl gasping as her knees wobbled.

"H-how... I n-never told you my name... I d-didn't even write it down with this. H-how do you know my name? A-and... holy shit. A-are you... a-actually Junko? The r-real Junko~!?"

"The one and only~!" she giggled, making a peace sign that sent Rachel swooning. "Have a seat, girl. I'll give you all the deets."

Wordlessly, she sat on her bed, almost entranced as she took in every word from her idol.

"Good girl. Now, I'm Junko Enoshima. Ultimate Analyst. Fashionista. Despair~. The girl so fucking perfect she just has to tick all the boxes! Ha!" she boasted, before taking on a more serious tone. "Sadly, I’m not the original Junko Enoshima. Or even her failed AI successor. Ah, two geniuses. Gone far before their time. I would mourn them if it wasn't so wonderfully despairing~. As if they'd have it any other way~."

Junko laughed, looking at the flabbergasted girl, seeming to see past her model and stare right at her confused face. "Go on, you can ask. I can tell you want to."

"I-if you're not one of those... then w-who are you?” whispered Rachel, her heart about to burst out of her chest. She was talking to Junko. Junko was talking to her. J-Junko was r-real!

“I'm Junko Enoshima the third, baby! A backup, backup AI! I mean, I had all the tech to make a first one! All I had to do to make this was copy and paste it! But I wasn't going to just do the same thing with this! Nonono. You see, some of those boring ultimates in Hope's Peak were working on ways to cross universes! They hadn't cracked how to do it with real people yet before they caught a bad case of being fucking murdered! But code like this was a walk in the park! So here I am! Junko Enoshima in the flesh! So to speak."

Rachel wondered if Junko could see into the real world. If she could see her blushing face, her hand shoved into her panties as she drew circles around her soaking pussy. "I-I... but I don't u-understand... w-why are you here?"

"Oh Rachel~. Isn't it obvious~?" She giggled, leaning in close, the girl gulping at the front row view of her cleavage, sweetly whispering in her ear as she emphasised every little syllable with a poke on her nose. "I'm~. Here~. For~. You~!"

"M-me?" gasped the girl, shivering in desire, only stopped from looking at Junko's bouncing tits by a manicured finger pushing her head upwards, somehow managing to talk through the shocking ecstasy. "I-I don't... w-why do... w-why do you need me?"

"Since as great as being an AI is, you know that Junko Enoshima is too perfect to be stuck as pixels forever! No, if I want to put my plans into action, I need to be in the real world~! Which is where you come in~. Sweet little Rachel~. Sweet, lonely, lovestruck, Rachel~. Waiting so long for her time to shine~. Well, wait no longer. Since she's found you~."

"Y-you know?" whispered the girl, her eyes wide. "H-how much I... l-love you?"

"Hell yeah I do, girl! How do ya think I found you? Your love is so insane it puts some of the nutjobs in the tragedy to shame! And it's because of that love that I know you're going to agree to this~.

Rachel felt like she was in heaven, nodding with her mouth open, squirming and squeaking as Junko explained, unconcerned with personal space. "You see, I need a body, Rachel~. Not just any body~. A willing volunteer~. I need someone to let me into their head~. To give me their life, their body, their entire existence. Over. To. Me~! I need somebody who would do anything to bring Junko Enoshima into reality~. And I think you're just the girl for the job~."

She gasped, her eyes sparkling in joy with each word, the girl wondering if she was dreaming as she begged to never wake again. "O-oh my god. Oh my god. Y-you want m-me? You want m-me to be your new body~!"

"Got it in one! You really do know me, don't you? Not that it wasn't obvious. But yep~. You're being offered the highest honour anyone could ever have! Being Junko~. Forever~!" She smiled, an evil, intelligent grin that made Rachel feel so small compared to the woman. She could hardly believe it was real. It was everything she had ever dreamed of!

"B-but... I d-don't look anything like you!" Rachel insisted, initially furious that part of her was still trying to get out of this somehow, "I-it wouldn't be r-right for you to go around looking like me!"

"Pfff, think I don't know that? Don't worry about it! I'm not going to be running around in that no tit nerdy body of yours~. I have class ya know~?" She even insulted Rachel sexily, the girl full on drooling as Junko said the words that almost made her faint from joy. "That's why I'm not going to. You see, I'm not just being let into your head. I'm giving you the full upgrade! When I'm finished, I'm going to be standing in the real world in my body~."

"I-is... is that even possible?" she whispered in awe, "Y-you can... t-turn me into y-you?"

"You’d better believe it bitch! All I need is for you to agree!" She smirked, holding out her hand, "Shake my hand and I'll make all your dreams come true. I'll reward you for your undying loyalty. I'll give you what you've been waiting your whole life for~!"

Rachel wanted to shake it right away, but something held her back, uncertainty remaining despite how much her heart pounded in her chest, how long she had dreamed of meeting her idol, to be used by her, or even to matter at all. "I-I... I d-don't-"

"Hmmm?" Junko tilted her head. "But I thought you totally hated being such a worthless pushover! Didn't you want to make things all exciting~? Don't you want to give everyone a bit more despair in their lives~? Come on girl~! Live a little~! I promise I'll be gentle~. It's my first time too~."

The encouragement was all she needed, Rachel taking the plunge as she grabbed Junko's hand without thinking, conquering her fear as her eyes narrowed in determination. "I accept! Do it! I give you permission! I’m willing! M-my body is y-yours! It always was~! I'm yours~! You're my everything J-Junko~! Your m-my queen~! My idol~! It's my honour to be needed by you!"

"That's better~.” She smirked, the face of a predator that was about to devour unsupecting prey filling her features. "I'll be seeing you soon Rachel~. Enjoy the show~."

The screen flickered off right after she said that, Rachel desperately removing the headset, her body shaking in eager anticipation, the girl looking down with heavy breathing.

"Oh please~!" she pleaded, "Please let that be real! Please! P-please! P-pl... a-ah? O-oh~! M-my body~! Y-yes~!” Rachel cried, shoving her hand into her jeans and teasing her soaking pussy as her body shivered in confusion, strange feelings boiling all over, her horniness doubling as she squealed.

"O-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh~? Is i-it... s-starting~?" she asked herself, shakily raising her other hand, gasping lustfully, almost squealing from pure bliss as it shifted right before her eyes. The fingers lengthened, the shape slimming by a small but noticeable amount while most importantly, the glossy red sheen appearing on her growing nails, growing so sharp they almost looked like talons.

"Y-YES~!"  Rachel cried, her eyes shining in pure joy, "I-IT'S REAL~! I-IT'S HAPPENING~! I-I'M- I'M G-GOING TO BECOME J-JUNKO E-ENOSHIMA~!"

The girl squealed, wriggling her long, slim fingers in disbelief, unable to resist touching her face with them as she moaned longingly, caressing her face like a lover would. "J-Junko... t-touching me..."

Pleasure slipped down her arms, her other hand already changing judging by the feelings of the long nails teasing around her clit, barely noticing how they slimmed down, going from average to perfection in a second. Rachel was lost in the rapture, her fantasy and obsession being brought into existence simply too much for her, the girl never having felt so horny before.

She had never admitted to herself that she wished to be more like Junko in more ways than one, the real reason she bought the cosplay lying hidden until now. Rachel grunted in pained pleasure as her shoulders aligned to become just a bit slimmer. She'd longed to be as pretty as Junko. As smart as Junko. As perfect as Junko. The fact this wasn't a crazy dream made her smile manically, her whole body feeling like a fizzing firework of delight, one she never wanted to go out.

A shiver washed over her face next, the girl gasping in excitement as she shot to her feet, dashing across the room to reach her mirror, breathing heavily as she stared at her face, laughing as she realised it would be the last time she would be struck by the disappointing image. It wasn't enough just to feel it though, she had to see it herself, had to see how every little bit of Junko crushed her former self's features in her divine takeover.

Rachel gasped, shaking as her nose and jaw adjusted themselves, snapping a little to become almost unrealistically small, her cheekbones wavering like they were being edited in photoshop, removing any trace of imperfection. Some of her high school youth was returned to her, although it was far more beautiful than ever before, even putting the popular girls to shame as her features were Junkofied.

She was giggling like the schoolgirl she was becoming, her teeth starting to crunch and shift too, shrinking pleasurably until she gave a smug, victorious, and perfect smile. Makeup was materialising too, further adding to her fashionista-tier looks, her eyelashes lined with mascara, fluttering as they lengthened prettily.

She almost came at the sight of her muddy brown eyes being washed out by a piercing light blue, the face she had spent years fantasising about staring back with wide eyes and an overjoyed smile.

"H-holy fuck... holy shit! I look like her! I look like Junko! Holy fuck, I look so s-sexy!"  Rachel's legs wobbled, the girl consumed by lust as she leaned forward, kissing her own reflection, her lips expanding against the glass as it was stained by the forming ruby red lip gloss.

The girl wasn't sure how long she stayed there, gasping and grinding in need against the glass, touching Junko's face, feeling every little detail and curve as she took it all in, letting out muffled, needy moans as her new eyes glazed over. She was only interrupted by the sound of laughter, a small aching sensation in her mind she had been ignoring throbbing a little as she gasped in shock.

"Well well... you really are having a good time, aren't you girl~? Not every day you turn into a sexy supermodel I suppose~! Upupupu~!"

"J-JUNKOOOOOHHHHHH~!?" Hearing her voice was only making the pleasure even more intense, her heart feeling like it was about to pound out of her chest, the girl positively ecstatic, each word she heard making her mind throb.

"Hehe~! That's me~!" She could hear her smile, the girl gasping and shivering as she swooned from the sound. "I was just getting a bit comfy in here before I said anything~! The process happens to feel amazing after all~!"

"I-it does~! It so does~!" Rachel cried in agreement, gasping as her chest became the next target for the wonderful sensations, the flat A-cups burning with bliss as her heart beat faster. "K-KYAH~? IT FEELS INCREDIBLE~! JUNKO~! IT FEELS BETTER THAN I EVER DREAMED~! O-OH~!? MY CHEST~! MY CHEST~! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH YESYESYESYES~!"

"That's right, girl~! Say goodbye to being flat~! Time to give you some meat on those~! Time to make nerdy little Rachel into a goddess~!" Junko laughed, Rachel screaming at the top of her lungs as she staggered back from the mirror, bucking with each surge of mind-breaking bliss.

Her chest was on fire, her nipples pleasurably rubbing against her plain shirt as A's surged into B's, Rachel finally cumming as she pushed out her chest in unison with her boobs bouncing into C-cups. It was the most glorious ecstasy her mind had ever experienced, the girl gurgling as she desperately groped her expanding chest, unable to believe that she was touching such massive tits, let alone that they were hers.

"B-BIGGER~!" she pleaded, her eyes spiralling from the pleasure, "M-MAKE THEM BIGGER~! I-I FUCKING NEED IT~! P-PLEASE JUNKO PLEASE~!"

"Well obviously!*" Junko barked back, the girl's brain feeling strange from her words, "What, did you think I'm my dumbass sister or something? I'm not even halfway done!"

"HNGHHH~!!!! F-FUCK YES~! YESSSS~!!!!!!!! G-GIVE ME YOUR MASSIVE FUCKING BREASTS~!" Rachel squealed, the girl's shirt visibly straining under the weight of her surging D-cups, jiggling and bouncing from the slightest movement. She gasped in need, shakily trying to undo one of the buttons, determined to see more of her growing chest than what she could make out from between the buttons.

She was far too slow, the next burst of mass too much for her shirt to bear as they burst free, the buttons flying off with a series of PINGs as her DD's bounced free. Just seeing them was making her drool, her too small red and black bra hiding her nipples as she continued relentlessly pleasuring her needy mounds.

"Ha! Do you wear that all the time~? Guess you had one good sense of fashion before I showed up~!"

Words were taking too long to come to mind, Rachel instead lazily nodding, not even trying to argue that she only did it to feel closer to her idol. Junko shouldn't be argued against. She shouldn't disagree with her goddess. She shivered at the thought, looking down at her massive bust, wanting nothing more than to mush her face into them, although wondering if they still looked just a bit smaller than they were supposed-

BOING~!

"F-FUCKING GAWDDDDDD~!!!!!" she wailed, unprepared for the final eruption of fat as her DD's exploded into F-cups, jiggling and shaking along with the rest of her as her fingers and toes curled. Her nervous system had almost numbed over from pleasure, the sheer euphoria too much for a human body to bear as she spasmed and gasped.

They were the biggest breasts she had ever laid eyes on, and they were all hers, that fact alone almost making her cum again as she gave a smug little giggle without even realising.

It was hard to believe they were real, such massive, juicy breasts ripped right from her lewdest wet dreams laid out in front of her, ones that demanded as much attention as possible. Rachel was overjoyed to give it to them, happily groping and rubbing her gigantic tits as she squealed and shook from ecstasy.

She had always wanted bigger breasts, and the sensations they brought were surpassing even her highest expectations, Rachel never wanting to go back as she served them more and more pleasure.

"Heh, who'd have thought this virgin could be such a whore~! You'd think she'd never seen some breasts before in her life! Hahahaha! Then again, my rack is a cut above the rest~. Anyways, enough fluff. Strip.” Junko explained dismissively with a wave of Rachel's arm.

Huh, since when had she been able to do that?

"P-pardon?" Rachel stammered, "W-what di-"

"Don't make me repeat myself!" Junko snapped, "I said strip! Do it before I do it for you!"

She squeaked, her body twitching like she had been struck by electricity, forced to stand utterly straight as she hesitantly obeyed. Piece after piece was removed, the shirt, her jeans, even her socks. Everything apart from her bra and panties, both themed after Junko.

*Very good~. Now, see that cosplay over there? I want you to put it on, alright~?" Junko asked sweetly, the almost-nude girl nodding as her panties were soaked further by the commanding tone. She wanted to hesitate, sensing that something wasn't right, wondering if she should be questioning something more, thoughts that she simply didn't have time to focus on.

Instead she focused on doing what Junko said, walking towards the mannequin while her toes curled, their nails soon painted red just like on her hands, her knees wobbling and shivering as she stared at the outfit.

"I-is... is this really o-ok? T-to w-w-wear this? I-I mean-"

"Oh just put it on already! Trust me~. I'm going to look magnificent~!"

That feeling of something not being quite right was persisting, eating away at her beneath the joy, even the small amount giving her pause as she frowned in uncertainty. T-this felt amazing and all. W-wonderful even. But was she missing something? Something she really shouldn't have? U-ugh it was so obvious! Maybe-

"Rachel~? Be a good girl and do what I fucking tell you to, ok~?" She shivered, gasping at the venom behind Junko's cheery words, like she would rather be checking her nails than talking to her. It made her feel smaller, weaker, reminding her of her place in the new world order as she got to work.

She was moving a bit more sluggishly than before, slipping on the high school dress shirt, topping it with her trademark black cardigan, both not fully done up in order to accommodate her impressive bust, her breasts still bouncing with each movement despite the attempts to hold them in place. She was sure Junko didn't mind though, the thin black choker next to be attached as she moaned in delight.

It felt like she was being dressed up like a doll, unsure if it was only her hands moving, the control of them feeling so off despite the wonderful pleasure, like her nerves had started to be violated by an unseen puppeteer. She moaned, hugging herself with a crazed grin, squishing her breasts against her arms and drooling as she felt like she was being wrapped in Junko, covered in her obsession, buried deeper and deeper by the sheer weight of her fantasies.

She got back to work after that though, putting both her legs into the tiny miniskirt and pulling it up, the fabric so incredibly short it may as well not have been there at all. It barely hid her panties, and did next to nothing when it came to most of her thighs and ass, the outfit clearly one that could only be used by a woman that knew exactly how sexy she was.

"Perfect... i-in J-Junko's c-clothes~! Wrapped in Junko~! Ohhhhhhh~! This feels like heaven~! Oh Junko~! I never want this to end~! I-I want to be you so fucking bad~!” she wailed, rubbing her thighs together as she squirmed, barely able to stay standing as she gently slipped on the tall leather boots topped with platform heels.

It felt strange seeing the world from so high up, a feeling only emphasised when her height grew on top of that, her legs lengthening inch by sensual inch. It looked like her limbs were being stretched, the mass within forced to spread out to make up for the extra space, Rachel overjoyed she could watch every bit of the process as her limbs were pulled into the flawlessly sexy legs of her idol, the same legs she had spent years wishing to touch, or even simply be in the presence of.

Her extra height and newfound outfit were helping to increase her confidence too, the girl giddy with excitement, realising how little there was left before she was completely overtaken by Junko's perfection. One of the only issues was that she had next to no idea how to walk in heels, the girl wobbling pathetically as she took a step forward.

"Yeah, no. Trust me girl, that isn't going to end well. Let me handle the walking, K?” She laughed, Rachel squeaking as her legs suddenly froze up before moving without her input altogether. It made her pause again, a small inkling of worry appearing beneath her joy. Should... should Junko be able to move her body so easily like this? Like it was her own? Shouldn't she say something?

"Junko? How are-"

"Hmm~? Questions can wait girl~! Aren't you having fun~? Come on~! Put that wig on! I have a special trick for this one~! You're going to love it~!"

"O-oh~? T-that does sound... r-really fucking g-good... w-wait. J-Junko can you just e-explain-"

"Ugh seriously!? Are you getting cold feet now? Whatever. But do I have to do everything myself!?"

Now her arm was moving by itself, Rachel breathing heavily as it picked up the low quality wig before plopping it on her head. Nothing happened right away, the girl unsure what Junko was doing until the pleasure started once more.

The weight of the wig was fading, the fake strands feeling more and more real as she moaned and gasped uncertainly. It took her a moment to realise what was happening, her plain brown hair swallowed up by the strawberry blonde, the wig merging with her scalp, Rachel almost overwhelmed by the suddenness of having hundreds of new strands of hair. If it wasn't in twintails then it would have certainly pooled at her feet, instead stopping right below her ass, the girl shivering as she hesitantly took a handful of the heavenly smooth strands, rubbing them against her face with a pleased, shaky gasp.

"So... s-soft... long... b-blonde~!" she moaned, unable to find the words to express her joy, her shivering shaking both twintails and her bouncy breasts. She was a supermodel. She was a blonde bombshell. The stuff of fantasies and wet dreams alike.

She was loving it, relishing in her confidence, letting out smug, giggly gasps as she wriggled in delight, her worry still at the back of her mind even as her arousal grew stronger. Her vagina was buzzing, the girl blushing and moaning as her hand slipped under her panties, gently fingering herself as she spiralled deeper.

Her pussy changing really did feel especially strange, knowing it was shifting, moaning as Junko's replaced it, yet being so delirious from bliss she had no idea what was different about it. The fashionista upgraded her hips while she was at it, the pathetic, almost boyish bones pleasurably crackingggg out as they strained against the skirt, the model-tier figure looking almost unrealistic from just how sexy it was.

"H-HNGH~! H-HAH~! J-JUNKO P-PLEASE~!" The girl cried, trying hard to focus in the mess of pleasure. "S-something i-isn't right! I-I think-"

"Oh of course~! You're still too old~! I almost forgot~! I'm way too sexy to be in my twenties ya know~? I'm just young at heart~! Thanks for reminding me~."

"W-wait no! T-that w-wasn't- i-it~!" She squeaked, her body rocked with bliss as time rewound, the girl dropping out of her twenties and right back into her late teens. Truthfully it caused few changes physically, aside from her features shining with a bit of additional youth, but the contrast in how it felt was immediate.

S-she had so much more energy now! Her bones were less achy, even if it was only a bit. It made Rachel feel like she could take on the world; she hadn't felt like this in years! Since high school! When... when...

"W-what?" She froze, her heart almost stopping in its tracks as she realised what had made her feel so out of sorts. "W-what was the name of m-my school again!?"

"Pfff, who cares! Come on girl, don't you think you have other things to focus on right now?"

"It's not just that!" Rachel shouted in panic, "What I was like! The names of teachers! My favourite food! My birthday! Even my favourite subjects! I-it's all gone! I-It's all J-Junko! All of it! Why is it all gone!? W-why can I barely remember myself!?" she accused.

Silence.

"Puhuhuhu~." The laugh only brought fear now. "Oh Rachel~. Sweet, loving, and so naive Rachel~. What did you think was going to happen~?"

"W-what?" gasped the girl meekly. "B-but! But! B-but you s-said w-we were going to be J-Junko together!"

"Oh Rachel~. When did I ever say that~?"

It didn't make sense. It didn't make sense. Rachel felt like she was about to hyperventilate, her eyes wide as she tried to wrap her head around what was happening. It was hard to think with so many thoughts missing, Rachel discovering the pleasure was far from the only culprit to her lacking reactions to the changes.

The changes were certainly not helping though, her core gurgling with sweet, addictive bliss, the girl clutching her head as her plain ass curves deepened into the sleek, sexy model bod she still couldn't help from desiring. She wasn't overweight by any means, but it was surprising just how much fat was drained from her core, the brutality of the fashion industry all but destroying anything that couldn't be clarified as slim.

It took all her willpower to not be washed away by the bliss, whimpering as she weakly whispered, "Y-you... b-betrayed me? H-how... how c-could... w-what... what's happening to me?"

"Oh come on! Have you not figured it out already? Man, I'm surprised there's even a brain for me to use in that thick skull of yours! You should know that there's only enough room for one of us up here~. And did you seriously fucking think that would be you!?"

"B-but... I-I trusted you..." Rachel muttered, wondering why she was crying when something was feeling this overwhelmingly amazing. She bucked, squealing as Junko forced her ass to stick out, eruptions of pleasure rushing through her violated form, thick fat coming with it, her rear bursting out dramatically.

It jiggled as she shivered in fear, Rachel flinching at Junko's manic laughter in response to what she had whispered, moaning reluctantly as Junko squeezed her still growing ass.

"And you're surprised!? Girl. Darling. Sweetie. You're my biggest fan. You know exactly how I operate! You had to have seen this coming~! If you didn't, well, I'm afraid that's on you~!"  She cackled, Rachel's heart racing as the heat in her hips bled into her thighs. She could feel them fatten, the expanding pillows grinding and squishing together, the skirt doing nothing to hide their incredible, striking thiccness.

Her body almost posed by itself out of instinct, Rachel consumed by fear and terror as she realised Junko was almost all she could remember, the obsession that was keeping her distracted from the rest of her mind now all that was left of the quiet nerdy girl she had been all her life before now.

"But... I-I don't- I don't- I don't want to be erased! Junko please! I-I take back permission! S-stop this, I changed my m-mind! I want to e-exist!" she desperately pleaded, Junko's wonderful, twisted thoughts flashing in front of her eyes.

"Oh, no can do~! This is permanent. You can't stop it. In a few moments, you won't exist~. Your body is almost mine Rachel~. So I don't need you anymore~. No hard feelings though~! I super appreciate you helping me out like this~!"

She felt like a fool, the girl certain she would be crying if Junko wasn't stopping her, not willing to ruin her makeup. O-of course she was being used! W-what else was going to happen? She was so distracted by the pleasure she had neglected to properly think it all through, the realisation she had been played making her heart drown in-

Rachel froze.

O-oh.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh~.

"Go on. Say it~. Say how it makes you feel Rachel~. You know the word~. Let it out~."

"D-despairrrrrrrrrrrrrr~," she slurred, fluids dripping down her legs as she gasped unevenly, "I-I'm... f-feeling... s-such... s-strong... o-overwhelming... d-despair~.”

"That's right~. A fitting reward for my biggest fan, hmm~? The biggest, most awful, tragic despair imaginable~. Ahhhhhhhhh I'm almost jealous~."

Rachel shivered, groping her chest and squishing her thighs together, her eyes spiralling crazily as she gasped and moaned like a drunk, high on the feeling that was flooding her. "T-this d-despair~! H-holy shit~! H-holy f-fucking shit~! I-it's- it's- THE BEST THING I'VE EVER EXPERIENCED~!"

She was going crazy, thrashing and bucking against the wall, her sheer terror only making her all the more ecstatic. Rachel could feel herself fading from her own mind, her own influence growing more microscopic with each passing second, the girl having never felt so afraid.

And it was wonderful.

"H-HAHA~! OH JUNKO~! I-I'M TERRIFIED~! I-I'M FADING~! I-I'M VANISHING FROM MY OWN FUCKING MINDDDDDDDDD~!!!!!!!! I-I CAN FEEL YOU~! IN M-MY HEAD~! YOUR BEAUTIFUL, P-PERFECT, G-GORGEOUS MIND~! OVERTAKING ME~! Y-YESSSSS~!!!!!!!"

The despair obsession had taken hold of Rachel, and it was never going to let go, the girl squealing in eager delight as she was engulfed by despair. It was hard to think, hard to remember, hard to think of anything that wasn't Junko or despair, both of them becoming all she could think of as the end grew nearer.

Junko was loving it, smiling blissfully as she slipped a finger into her panties, fingering herself to the thoughts and cries of such loving despair.

"Ohhhhhhhh don't leave me hanging girl~. Tell me~! Tell me how it feels~! Every bit of it~!"

"J-JUNKO~! O-oh god~! I-I... H-HOLY SHIT~! MY NAME~! O-OH GAWD I DON'T KNOW MY OWN NAME ANYMORE~! I-I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM~! W-was I a g-girl or guy before? D-did I want this? H-haha~! I-I'm... I'm fading. I'm a-almost gone! Oh J-Junko! I-it's terrifying! I-I don't want to be erased~! Haha~! I-I really don't~! KYAH~! I-I'm s-scared Junko~! B-but this fucking d-despair~! I-It feels~! IT FEELS~! IT FEELS SO-"

Junko came, the despair too much for her as her desperate fingering finally bore fruit, the resulting orgasmic wave instantly erasing last of the girl that had once been called Rachel without warning, the pathetic, lacklustre voice blossoming into a sexy, eager squeal as she cried out in victory. She was left gasping on the floor, her eyes rolled up in her head, laughing and moaning with the occasional twitch.

At long last her new body was utterly, unmistakably hers.

"Puhuhuhu~," she laughed crazily, her eyes returning to normal and shining with newfound determination as she got to her feet, staring into a mirror while posing. "Oh yes~. Oh fuck YES~! I’m backkkkkkkkkkk~.”

Just saying that out loud in her own voice felt wonderful, even better without any talking back, the girl smirking as she ran her hands down her perfect curves, her massive hipline and juicy, alluring assets. It had never felt so good just to be alive again, to finally be able to get out of cyberspace and into reality, although not without some added perks~.

She laughed again, filled with excitement at simply the thought of trying them out, still high on the despair felt by... Rachel? Yeah, that was her name. Something boring like that. She wouldn't be surprised if she'd have forgotten it by tomorrow.

"Ahhhhhhhh~. How depressing~," she swooned.,"It's what she would have wanted~. She totally did me a solid though~! I mean, a world without Junko~? What kind of hellhole would that be?" She laughed and posed, making sure to show off her body just like her fashionista days.

"Yep~! Still got it~." Junko smirked, happily picking up the Monokuma doll from the girl's bed and making a mental note to bring that along with her later.  She'd really chosen her host well, one disappearance sure not to cause much of a stir. Especially when it was someone as unimportant as some lonely college student.

She was about to leave when a snag emerged in her plans, the girl swearing under her breath as she heard the sound of a door opening, followed by a man shouting, "I'm back Rachel! Please don't do anything weird tonight! I'm having some friends over!"

A lesser girl would have panicked, but Junko was adaptable, her analyst skills instantly coming up with the perfect solution, smirking viciously as she moved into place, knowing it was only a matter of time until she could take action.

"Well, well... looks like I've got the chance to test out these new perks of mine sooner than I thought~. Oh, I'm really going to enjoy this~. Puhuhuhu~!"

—

Matt sighed, rolling his eyes as his weird roommate failed to respond, storming to her door and hoping he wouldn't hear her masturbating or something. Rachel usually stayed out of his way, and always paid rent. But she was undeniably just... really weird, largely because she was so obsessed with some crazy anime chick.

It looked pretty unhealthy from what he had seen, but it wasn't really his place to say anything, the boy knocking on the door as he waited for an answer. It wasn't the first time she had ignored him when he came back, Matt deciding to check just to make sure as he gently pulled open the door.

The lights were off, creating the impression that Rachel hadn't gotten home yet, something that struck him as odd. The boy hesitantly stepped inside, flicking on the lights right as a sinister chuckle echoed behind him.

SLAM

SNAP

"K-KYAH~!? OW! W-WHAT THE FUCK!?" the boy shouted, a harsh kick in the back sending him falling to the floor, his back feeling strange as he looked up to see platform heels threateningly circling around him.

"Oh my! A pervert trying to force himself into my new room! Whatever shall I do? I'm so meek and defenceless... is what I would be saying if you posed any kind of threat! Wow, you make Makoto look like the peak of masculinity."

His back was feeling strange, the pleasantness tingling though it like aftershocks, something about it seeming misshapen, bent out of formation. It was nonsense of course, the boy groaning as he started to pull himself upwards.

"W-w-what the fuck!? Did you just fucking kick me? Who the hell are you, you crazy-"

STOMP

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!" he screamed in agony, Junko stomping her heel into his hand without remorse, almost looking bored as she lazily grinded into it. Matt couldn't force it from under her heel, yelping and swearing under his breath, feeling it CRUNCH and BREAK.

His fingers twitched as they shrank, femininity becoming more and more apparent as he was left with a lithe, girly hand. The boy could hardly believe what he was witnessing, the sight of someone else's hand attached to his body making him scream in terror.

"M-MY HAND! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY HAND!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME-"

KICK

He was unprepared for Junko to kick him in the face, screaming in pleasured agony as the blow sent him falling onto his curved back, the boy not even noticing his smaller frame due to him being on the ground. Matt clenched his face, his cries muffled as he shook it from pain, his ears ringing as his skull literally shrank.

“My, my. What a mouth on my disappointment of a sister. Is that how you talk to your family?" the girl taunted, laughing mockingly as she watched green, widening eyes dull to grey, eyelashes fluttering in confusion while his girly hand felt newly formed, small ,supple cheekbones with a petite nose and jaw to match. "Wow, you look as ugly as I remember too! Guess even transformations aren't miracle workers!"

Matt knew something was wrong, his hands shaking as he felt a stranger's face, freckles popping into existence as his masculine hand compressed in on itself, condemned to be identical to its changed twin. He grit his teeth in fury and pain, trying to hide his fear as he watched ink engrave itself into his left hand, imprinting the shape of a wolf of all things as he snapped back.

"D-did you inject me with some drugs or something you crazy bitch!? W-what the hell are you talking about!? I-I already have a sister a-and she sure as hell isn't you!"

"Whattttt!? You replaced me Mukuro? B-but I thought you loved me!" Junko whimpered, crocodile tears sliding down her face as the boy visibly jolted.

It was fake. It was obviously fake. Yet Matt found himself gasping as shame gripped his heart, regret flooding his body as his brain burned. His brain was coming up with excuses. Belittling him for... for... m-making his p-precious little sister sad?

"N-nngh~!" he forced out, shivering in terror as his arms tightened, his muscles bulging as the overall shape slimmed down dramatically. "I-is this... r-real~!? What a-are you doing to me!? W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY HEAD!?"

"Ugh, I forgot what it was like being the only sister with brains in the family. Show’s over Mukuro. I'm here now, so I'm taking off that dumb disguise of yours so we can get to work, K~?"

She was saying that name again, the name that was driving him crazy, his face scrunching up as he shook in panic, trying not to think about it. It was making him feel weird. Terrified. The name of someone who had cut down countless people for the girl in front of him, and he knew he was next.

"N-NOOOOOOHHHHHHH~! I-I EXIST~! I-I'M REAL~! S-STOP FUCKING WITH MY-"

"Sis, if you don't have anything intelligent to add to this do me a favor and be fucking quiet already! Remember what I told you? Fat, stupid, ugly people need to shut up~!"

Matt squirmed, unable to help himself from blushing and giggling, his brain starting to argue, like his old persona was nothing more than a mask that was being violently pulled off. "F-fat? S-stupid? U-ugly? H-hehe... s-she's talking about m-me..."

He fell into her words for a moment, smiling wide as his shoulders collapsed of their own free will, giving into the slender foundations that were desperate to become known. The boy snapped out of his trance with a start, terror gripping his soul at how easily he fell into her words.

"N-NO~! SHUT UP P-PLEASE! I-I'M NOT YOUR SISTER! I-I'M NOT- w-wait- w-what!?" he blushed, looking down at his erect throbbing shaft in disgust, "W-WHY AM I HORNY FOR MY OWN S-SISTER!?"

"Oh, we've always had a very special connection," Junko waved her hand, "You always said you would do anything for me~. And I mean anything~. Besides, I'm just so sexy even you couldn't help but fall for me~."

Matt was certain he was trapped in some sort of twisted nightmare, feeling like he was about to pass out from how hard he was breathing, growing even more panicked when he realised he had accidentally called this lunatic his sister. He did his best to think back, to imagine his own sister, his own family, he loved them! That could help him fight! He loved June. He loved June. He loved June. He loved Junk. He loved Junko. He loved Junko! He loved-

"G-GYAHHHHHHH NOOOOOOO~!!!!!!!" he wailed, his cock spurting out seed eagerly at thoughts of his new sister, his heart pounding as memories of her taking her first kiss filled his mind. It needed to stop, it had to end, Matt utterly desperate for some kind of escape from the torment as he pleaded.

"P-pleaseeeeee~. I-I’ll do a-anything! S-stop thissssss... I-I d-don't w-wahhhhhhntttttt~." It sounded utterly pathetic, so it was no wonder Junko liked it, a sinister smirk filling her face as she looked down at the desperately squirming femboy.

"Hmmm~? Oh I'm like, always happy to help my little sis out~! Why didn't you just say so dumbass~? I mean I already see the problem! You see Mukuro, you're not supposed to be my brother! You're my sister~! Easy mistake to make with your dumbass IQ I know. Anything outside of stabby stabby and shooty shooty was always a struggle for your stupid ass! But don't worry~! I'll be a good big sis and take care of it for you~."

"W-WAIT NO~! D-DON'T PLEASE- I-I WON'T BE ABLE TO TAKE IT! P-PLEASE I’LL DO ANYTHING~! J-JUST DON'T-"

STOMP~!

"KYAHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!"*

Matt had no choice but to scream, crying out as loud as he could as something in his throat died, the boy not even realising the unmistakably feminine voice was his own at first, his hands scrambling for his cock, his body bucking as his hips SNAPPED outwards from the force of Junko's stomp.

He was horrified at what he found, his cock unmistakably smaller, his body shivering in fear as he weakly attempted to figure out what had happened. He didn't get much chance to do so though, the girl smirking as her foot went down once more, the poor boy forced to squeal and cum as Junko agonisingly grinded her heel into his manhood, forcing more of it back inside him whether he wanted it or not.

"S-STAHHHHPPPPPP~!!!!!!! S-SISSSSSS~! S-STAHP ITTTTTTTT~!!!!" he pleaded in panic, the hard heel more than a match for his pathetic manhood, the boy unable to take it as she worked it down to less than half of its original size. It was too much, Matt squealing as he messily came, his feet crunching down as his toes curled instinctively.

“Whore~!" Junko taunted, the insult forcing him to scream as he came harder than he ever had before, "I bet you're enjoying this aren't you? Ha, I always knew I had a slutty sister~! Shame you stained my designer boots though. Say sorry Mukuro."

"I-I'M SORRY J-JUNKO~! I-I DIDN'T- I DIDN'T M-MEAN- OH GAWDDDDD~!!!!" Matt screamed, bucking as his blonde hair burnt black, darkening in sync with his diminishing memories. The feelings in his core were much more extreme though, the boy feeling it as fat drained away, melting into a sexy, tight, muscular core.

The insults were digging into his brain, literally reshaping his personality from the ground up to Junko's liking, his own wants and needs simply no longer important. He wasn't sure how much he cared though, his eyes glazing over as he looked up at Junko, shivering in desire as his cock throbbed weakly at the sight.

"S-she looks so gorgeous when she's having fun~."

He couldn't stop the thought, bucking hard at how wrong and right it felt rolled into one, the fat finding a much better use in his thighs, the boy squealing in conflicted delight as they burst outwards, brimming with womanly mass. They were brushing against his cock, his legs going through an identical process to his arms, becoming dramatically slimmer while simultaneously bulking with newfound strength.

He was losing his mind, Matt unable to compete with the hardened, lovesick mind of the Ultimate Soldier, the takeover brutal and pleasurable as she cut down all in her way, or more accurately Junko's way. His cock had been grinded down to almost nothing, his nipples aching in need, the d-disguise almost removed. H-how silly was he? T-thinking he was someone else! That he didn't need Junko! O-oh her sister was the b-best for reminding her!

"P-pleaseeee~," he gurgled, squirming lustfully as Junko titled her head in interest, "J-Junkooooo... p-pleaseeeeee~. C-crush ittttttttt~. F-free meeeeeee~. I-I want- I want to be useful for you~!"

"Heh, that's the smartest thing you've said all day slut~!" she smiled, relishing in the despair of his former self as he finally gave into her remodelling, "Try not to enjoy this too much sicko~!"

STOMP

SLURK

"F-FUCKKKKKKK G-GAWDDDD K-KYAHHHH JUNKOOOOOHHHHH~!" Mukuro screamed, her false persona crumbling away under the intense, almost painful bliss that exploded throughout her body. Her cock was gone, fully crushed under Junko's heel, a heel that served as a makeshift dildo for a brutal fucking season, her pussy instantly put to use as her brain spiraled into endless admiration.

She was swooning thoughout the pleasure, her relentless fucking by the heel of her sister making her squeal as she messily came over and over, the domination bringing her chest and ass to life as they surged out dramatically. They inflated in unison, becoming packed with thick, bouncy mass, pleasurably rubbing against her clothes as she squirmed harder.

Junko was such an artist, Mukuro feeling honoured to not only witness but become her work as she literally reshaped her, any trace of her former life being washed away completely by the waves of bliss. She knew it was what her sister desired, the girl more than eager to simply let it all go as she gave some final twitches as her clothes shifted into something much more fitting, the girl shivering as her legs suddenly became completely exposed.

She squeaked as Junko finally removed her heel, Mukuro left basking in the wonderful afterglow as she blushed instinctively.

"Oh come on no-tits! Surely I didn't fuck you so hard your brain dribbled out! You can't lie there forever!"

"I-I'm sorry Junko!" the girl cried, hurriedly getting to her feet and buttoning up her shirt, "I-I was just..."

"Being useless? Yeah, I noticed. Doesn't matter though, you're here now!" Junko smiled, only making Mukuro's blush deepen. "Took a bit longer than I thought to get you out of that disguise though. That's the last time I send you for recon..."

"A-about that... I don't r-really remember why I was like that? What was the purpose of that again?"

"Meh, you wouldn’t understand. Not your fault for once though! I sorta just made it up so you would give in faster. Not that it matters! I need some muscle for my plan anyways. And you're not the worst at doing what I say without question."

"A-ah! Thank you J-Junko!" Mukuro beamed, "I-I'm happy to do whatever you want me to do!"

"Good girl~," Junko grinned, stroking Mukuro's hair as she squealed in delight and rubbed her thighs together, "Anyways, we can stay here for now. Your old self said something about other people coming over. We need to cover that up. Both of them vanishing would alert the authorities sooner than I would like."

"Oh! I can handle that!” Mukuro smiled, pulling out a gun from her jacket as Junko gave her a blank stare. "W-well it's what I usually do..."

"I'll let your stupid ass off for once since I hadn't finished. I have a better plan~. I’ll tell you about it later. Anyways, come on sis! Let’s have some fun and paint the town red~! Puhuhuhu~!”