[Draft] Shujin Academy’s New Gym Teacher (FemRyuji TG)

The Phantom Thieves were making their way through Kamoshida’s Palace of Lust to steal their corrupted gym teacher’s treasure. This was one of the last few days that they had before the teacher’s meeting and intended to finish this heist now. They could have gone sooner, but they wanted to be as prepared as they could be. They had trained as much as possible and grabbed as much supplies as they could. Getting back in was easier than they thought it would be, with Kamoshida on high alert they thought that things would be more difficult.

When they managed to get the treasure, which turned out to be a crown, and into the hall, the bastard surprised them by literally spiking it out of their hands with a volleyball and picking it up. Then he had transformed into a pink-skinned four-armed demon that was far more suiting of what he was really like. They had started a fight with him and had hit them with everything that they had. It looked like they were doing good damage to him and managed to wound him and destroyed a trophy that he was using to heal.

“We won’t get anywhere with brute force,” Morgana said. “What do we do?”

“Let’s go for the crown,” Joker calmly declared.

“I see...In that case, it’s time for plan B!” Morgana replied as he looked around the room and his eyes widened when he noticed something. “Look over at the terrace! While the others are drawing Kamoshida’s attention, have someone go there!”

“Let’s take that crown from him!” Ryuji declared.

They nailed him with attack after attack, sending the Shadow reeling back. Joker looked at the skull masked Persona user and sent him a signal.

“Gotcha. Keep him distracted by attacking him,” Ryuji said.

The others unleashed all that they had on the ruler of the Palace and in the confusion, Skull rushed over to the girl-shaped pillar. He waited for the right moment and when he was fully invested on the others he climbed up the pillar and struggled to pull himself up, with how it was shaped. When he was finally able to. He grabbed the bars of the terrace and pulled himself over it.

The moment he got over, he heard a clicking sound and saw a panel on the wall open. A shot went off and he quickly moved to the side. He gasped as something hit his shoulder, making him wince in pain. He crashed into the wall and saw a large dart embedded in his shoulder. He winced as he pulled it out and threw it to the side.

“Shit! Frickin’ traps,” Skull remarked in annoyance as he brushed off the strange feeling that he had for a moment, thinking that it was just some phantom pain or something from pulling the dart out.

He looked around, wondering what he should do, knowing that he had to steal that crown as soon as he can. The bastard’s Shadow could pull something out that could turn the battle completely in his favor he didn’t remove his crown.

He ran over to the balcony and got on a large section of it got on it. He readied himself. He only had one shot at this, and there was no way that he was going to mess it up.

The battle continued on and soon enough, the Phantom Thieves were running out of the Palace after they had defeated the Shadow of the perverted gym teacher.

When they made it outside and back into the real world, they groaned as they landed on the ground. They could all feel their bodies ache from the battle, but didn’t care. They were satisfied that they defeated the abusive and lust crazed king.

More so for the dyed blond, who had a smirk on his face as the feeling of whatever the dart was doing disappear.

“Yes. . .” He muttered to himself as he felt as thought this was the first real step to recovering. The first real victory that he had in a long time.

He was still worried that it wouldn’t work, but the look on his face when they finally bested him in the palace, made him so happy. He only wished that he had a camera so that he would have his expression till the end of his days.

Ryuji impatiently tapped his knee as his leg bounced in anticipation. This was it. If it didn’t work, then he didn’t know what he was going to as a result of being expelled.

When Kamoshida came out, he swore that his heart stopped in his chest out of anger. He watched the asshole walked onto the stage with a grim repetent look.

His heart pounded in his chest. This was the moment that would decide everything. Not just for him, but for Akira, the track team, and so many other people. This had to work.

And then. . .it happened.

Kamoshida began confessing to everything he had ever done to everyone at Shujin in secret, leaving no details as he became the opposite of his former self as he fell to the ground on is knees, crying and begging them to call the police, leaving everyone shocked and stunned as a result.

Soon, Ryuji let out a breath of relief as he gave a small smile. He felt a dull ache in his shoulder where the dart had hit him a few days earlier and rubbed it.

Unaware to the faux blond, the dart’s poison was finally coming into effect, and soon would be forever changed from it. Not that anyone outside of him would know that.

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Eventually, the group gathered in the gym as they began talking about the confession. It had long cleared out of most of the students, with only a few stragglers remaining, but they were far from anyone that might overhear them.

“Still what is the school going to do, until they choose a new teacher? Are the clubs going to be on hold?” Ann eventually asked in a curious manner. “They can’t be out for the season.”

“That is a good question,” Ryuji got out with a nod. “Well whatever they decide, it will be better for the students then Kamoshida.”

“Yeah,” Akira replied in agreement. “We’ll just have to wait and see.”

“All of us better remain low for now, don’t draw any attention,” Morgana ordered.

“Hey, you there! Return to class at once!” A teacher in a fine pressed suit ordered.

“I’ll see you guys later,” Ryuji replied and walked away. Unknown to him his dark dirt brown eyes gained small specks of blue inside them. The blue in his grew, as if bright blue streams of water were breaking through the dirt. When he opened the gym door he head beautiful bright blue eyes.

As he walked to his class he could hear more students talking about about the confession and what might happen to the sports teams now that Kamoshida was gone, causing him to sigh. He could understand why they would be talking about sports, but he thought that Kamoshida would take a little more priority on his fellow student’s minds.

“Meh, I better get through the day for now,” Ryuji muttered to himself. Unknown to the blond, he had lost two inches of height as he yawned in exhaustion.

When he arrived at his class, he heard more people talking about what they thought about Kamoshida’s confession and about the sports team. He took his seat and waited for class to begin. He heard some of the students talking next to him and couldn’t help but listen in. He recognized one of the girls as someone from the girl’s volleyball team.

“It’s going to be tough for the team to pull through a win this close to the tournaments, but maybe they can pull something off. So what do you think the school’s going to do now that the school is out of a teacher.”

“Obviously they’re going to have to find someone to teach them. They don’t want to let the athletes get out of shape. They’ll find a substitute as quick as they can, and then look for someone more permanent.”

“...So any hopes on what the next gym teacher is going to be like?” One of the boys asked.

“To be honest with you I hope that it’s a woman. More respect towards the us girls that way,” one of the girls revealed.

Ryuji nodded. He wouldn’t mind a woman being the new gym teacher. It would be a nice change from the former pervert and abuser.

“I hope that she would be nice, and fair,” A volleyball player somberly admitted.

The door opened and Ryuji sat up a little straighter when he saw that it was the teacher. He listened as his teacher began his lecture. Unknown to him, underneath his clothes his, the hair that lined his face below his eyebrows started to fall and vanish, leaving skin as smooth as a newborn. It continued with his chest hair, and was followed by his arms. It traveled down his body, he lost his pubic hair and the hair that lined his legs were gone.  He noticed how much more sensitive was to his clothes, scratching himself as a result but didn’t think too much of it.

As he waited for his next class to begin, he yawned once more from exhaustion, unaware that his thighs started growing. They started gaining extra meat, thick sexy thighs that were perfect for strutting around.

When the bell rang, his teacher Mr. Ushimaru entered the classroom. Ryuji quickly cleared his desk off of anything that might get him trouble. Mr. Ushimaru was probably the teacher with the longest pole up their butt. The man would glare at students and even throw stuff at them to get their attention. He had been on the receiving end of more than one piece of chalk and eraser because of him.

As he listened to his teacher’s lecture, his waist started to change. His stomach, already fit from many practice sessions and hours running started to change. It hardened even more, and any sign of the muscle that lined it started to blend in more, leaving his stomach as flat as a piece of wood. The sides of his waist caved in, giving him an extremely attractive hourglass figure as a result.

He shuffled around, his sides mildly aching. The moment he did so it passed and he started feeling better.  He continued on as if nothing happened.

When the class ended, students flooded out of the room like a flock of crows.

“Damn shame,” Mr. Ushimaru responded in disappointment.

“What?” Ryuji said in confusion.

“It's a shame,” Mr. Ushimaru continued. “That the students had to put up with Kamoshida and his...tendencies.” He admitted in disappointment.

“You really should’ve know anyway.” Ryuji remarked as he narrowed his eyes. “If you really didn’t like it then why didn’t you say anything?” 

“What could I say?” Mr. Ushimaru asked. “He brought the school to much prestige and a chance at the finals. So the higher ups looked past it in order to bring the renown that the school would gain. It wasn’t just me, some of the teachers brought up to Kobyakowa and he would say that we would end up on the chopping block if we did. None of us could afford to lose our jobs. At best we would have lost those, but at worst we could have been blacklisted.”

To hearing that, Ryuji narrowed his eyes in anger. “What a piece of shit principal. . .” He thought in annoyance.

“At least we can thank these...Phantom Thieves right for getting to come out and confess,” Mr. Ushimaru said as he looked through his papers.

“...Right,” Ryuji awkwardly replied. He wasn’t sure what to say or do. He had only seen Mr. Ushimaru in class as the stern, nonsense, serious guy that would call you out for slacking off the moment you did.

As Ryuji walked away, he couldn’t help but feel that Mr. Ushimaru was eyeing him. He thought in annoyance. “Ugh, what’s with all the creepy teachers.”

Unknown to the blond, his butt swelled in size and rounded out into a more shapely manner. His twin cheeks blew up in size as if someone had stuck an air pump into them and had set it at its highest setting. His butt grew, straining the red pants. When his butt had finished growing it had grown to such a size that it looked like it could rival one of the school’s volleyball. A noticeable crease between his butt, as if outlining where each cheek began. His pants strained against his new plump behind, his ass having a slight bounce as he walked.

Ryuji grimaced at how tight his pants felt and pulled at them. He wondered what was wrong with them. His pants were just fine not too long ago. Not to mention that there was this weird bounce that he felt.

“There you are,” A familiar voice called out. He quickly turned and saw that it was Ms. Kawakami walking toward him, causing him to groan in annoyance. She grabbed his hand and started dragging him towards the teacher’s lounge, muttering. “C’mon, our lunch break isn’t going to last much longer.”

“Huh?” Ryuji got out in confusion as the teacher took him to the teacher’s lounge. As he did his face started to change. His chin tapered upward, making his rounder and his cheekbones rose higher, changing the frame of his face into a rounder appearance. His lips grew larger into a size that was perfect for kissing, but not to ridiculous size. His eyebrows trimmed down into neat lines with not a hair out of place. His nose shrunk slightly to a more adorable form.

“What are you huhing about Sakamoto?” Ms. Kawakami however asked.

“Well...your taking me to the teacher’s lounge,” Ryuji awkwardly replied. “Did I do something wrong?”

The teacher however raised an eyebrow to that. She questioned, “Are you okay?”

They entered the lounge and he saw the dark skinned english teacher, Ms. Chouno, and the plain math teacher Ms. Usami. The two of them seemed to be exhausted as they came into the room.

“Oh was wondering where you two were?” Ms. Chouno got out as she approached the two in a casual manner. She smirked in a mischievous manner. “Not going to do something you shouldn’t?”

“Shut it Chouno,” Kawakami countered in annoyance. “I was just looking for her. We don’t have too long to eat and she hadn’t shown up yet.”

Ryuji could only look on in even more confusion to the interactions. He thought before blinking a couple of times. ‘The hell is up with them? Somethin’ not right here. Wait. . .her? Did she just refer to me as a woman?’

“Sakamoto you should sit down. No sense in standing around when there are chairs that we could use. As Kawakami said we don’t have too long,” Ms. Usami informed as she started to eat.

He slowly sat down in the chair and blinked when he felt that he was sitting on something soft. He blinked and looked down. His eyes bugged out and he gasped at the sight of plumper thighs.

“W-What the!?” Ryuji thought in in confusion and panic.

“Is something wrong Sakamoto? You’ve been acting strange.” Kawakami asked.

At that moment, Ryuji felt a rumble in his chest and bit his lip as he started to feel warm.

“E-Excuse me,” Ryuji awkwardly got out. He exited the room and looked for the nearest bathroom.

“Well if we do get a female gym teacher, I hope that she has a huge rack,” A perverted student muttered and made a cupping motion with his chest.

“Hell yeah, that would be frickin’ awesome,” Another perverted student got out in agreement to the thought.

“Oh no,” Ryuji muttered as he could feel a warm pleasurable feeling enter encompass his chest as it started to swell. He squealed as the pleasure continued to grow, causing his head to become fuzzier as a result. His mind told him through the fuzz what cup size he was. He turned the corner and felt his chest start to bounce when they were a C-cup. He saw a bathroom at the end of the hallway and ran towards it, as if he was trying to escape Kamoshida’s Palace all over again, unaware that his hair started growing out to his back as a blue ribbon form and tied itself into his hair that kept it up in a high ponytail.

He entered the bathroom and felt their growth cease when they were a massive F-cup. He looked in the mirror and gasped at the sight of the massive jugs on his chest. They looked like they could rival basketballs.

“Holy. . .shit. . .” Ryuji thought with widened eyes filled with confusion, disbelief and shock as his uniform suddenly shifted, changing into a red jersey with matching colored pants. His yellow t-shirt lost the decal and the yellow started to fade, as if bleach was being poured on it, becoming a plain snow-white in color. Now that the transformation was done he realized it was an exact match for the school’s gym uniform.

“Oh my god!” Ryuji squealed as a sudden tightness appeared on his body, specifically around his lower body and his gigantic breasts. His boxer shorts suddenly felt much smaller and felt something wrapped around his new knockers. He pulled the front of his shirt and saw a bright baby blue bra, pushing his new girls up.

He felt hot again and rubbed his thighs, only for his eyes widened. He pulled the front of his pants, and tried to see past his titanic tits, but couldn’t. He patted down there and felt his member standing at his attention.

“Oh no. . .” Ryuji paled.

He could literally feel his balls shrinking like grapes out in the cold. Ryuji looked around, wondering what he could do to try and save his stuff. He closed his pants and tried to think of something, anything that he could do to save his manhood. He shuddered as he felt his scrotum suck inside of him. His eye twitched and his fingers convulsed as one ball was sucked inside of him. He went weak at the knees and had to hang on to the counter to stop her from hitting the floor as his eyes glazed over.

The Phantom Thief panted heavily, enjoying how hot and bothered her body was.

“Wait. . .her!?” Ryuji thought in confusion, surprised that he referred himself that way. He mentally told himself, however, he was starting to feel unsure about it. “No I’m not a woman! I’m a guy!”

Suddenly, she had memories of her youth, going to high school, college, and earning her degree, but she also had had vague memories of her life as a boy.

“The hell is going on with me?” Ryuji soon muttered in confusion as he held his head.

He, no she could feel as though she was on a tightrope. She shook her head trying to stay focused. She slowly walked out of the bathroom. She had to find the others. Maybe, they could find some way to reverse the changes.

She turned the corner and gasped as someone collided head first with her large breasts. She gasped as a large wave of pleasure came over her.

She could feel it go through her very being. The wave hit her mind and she could feel it tip the new identity as the old one fell into a proverbial abyss, fading into nothing.

Ryūko Sakamoto blinked and shook her head. The fuzz that clouded the gym teacher’s head had faded, and she could finally think straight.

Akira also shook his head and saw that he had crashed into his fellow Phantom Thief and gym teacher Ryūko Sakamoto. He noticed the way that her legs spread out showed a faint outline of her panties and blushed.

“Sensei? Is something wrong?” A female voice called out in concern.

The blonde turned her head to see the Student Council President approach them.

“Ah, there is no problems Makoto-san. I just had a little tumble with Akira-kun here.” Ryūko maturely informed while readjusting her jersey.

“Are you sure Sakamoto-sensei?” Makoto then asked in concern as she approached the duo.

“Of course,” The teacher replied. She couldn’t remember exactly why she had ran off to the bathroom. Last thing that she remembered, was finishing her meal and then running to the bathroom for some reason. She thought in an airy tone, convinced that that was the reason. “I must’ve had to go the restroom.”

“Well, if you say so sensei.” Makoto responded once more with concern in her voice.

Akira meanwhile held out his hand and the gym teacher took it as he pulled her up, her bust bouncing slightly as a result. He turned away to hide the blush on his face.

“Hmm? Is everything alright Akira-kun?” Ryūko asked in an innocent manner. “Do you need to go to the nurse’s office?” 

“No I’m fine Sakamoto-sensei,” Akira answered.

“Well if you two excuse me,” Ryūko politely informed. “I have to go to the gym to teach a class to make up for. . .Kamoshida. Stay out of trouble.”

The moment the two were out of sight she smiled eagerly. The bastard had been ogling and trying to get her to do what he wanted since she was hired as the co-teacher,  and since she was only an assistant. Now that he was gone, the principal had decided she was the one in charge of the class.

Her life would be so much easier now that she didn’t have to deal with him threatening her and when he accidently copped a feel.

She had a class to teach. She was going to let the kids do what they want today. After all, they had dealt with Kamoshida’s crap for so long that a small break wouldn’t hurt them.

She also knew that the first thing she was going to do was bring back the track team. After the asinine reason that he got rid of them in the first place, it was only right that they were brought back.

She entered the gym and saw that her students were already dressed in their uniforms and ready. It was good to see that despite what had happened, they could still get ready without her having to do anything.

“Good afternoon students,” Ryūko maturely called out to get their attention.

The whole class turned to her, and she braced herself for what was about to happen.

“KYAAAA! Ryūko-sensei!” One girl squeal out in a fangirlish manner.

“She’s soooo beautiful!” Another girl cooed out in admiration.

“We love you sensei!” Yet another girl declared in the same matter.

Other girls meanwhile had hearts in their eyes to the sight of the blonde gym teacher.

The gym teacher meanwhile giggled at all the girls antics. “Girls will be girls.” Ryūko thought in amusement before clapping her hands to get their attention. She had been here for awhile, and still couldn’t believe that she got this reaction from the girls. “Alright ladies, since Kamoshida no longer works here at Shujin, I will be your only gym teacher now.”

The whole room seemed to have brightened up with how everyone smiled, even the gloomiest of the boys and those that had been part of the volleyball team looked happy.

“Hell yeah!” One of the guys got out in satisfaction.

Ryūko in response giggled to this. She had to restrain herself from doing so when Kamoshida was taken away, though she was certainly in agreement with them. She smiled. Yes, things were looking much brighter now that he was gone, and as the new gym teacher they were going to stay that way, especially with everything she contributed to make it so that it got to this point.

Because she was Ryūko Sakamoto, gym teacher of Shujin Academy...and the Phantom Thief known as Skull.