Chiaki's Gaming Party (Part 4)

(Girl to Hoodie TF)

(Danganronpa)

“What’s wrong, Chiaki? You’re not looking that great!” Ibuki Mioda inquired, taking a sip of soda while watching Chiaki play against Peko.

“Huh? N-nothing, my fan broke down earlier today, and I’m feeling a bit sweaty is all…” Not taking her eyes off of the screen, her friend replied.

“Then just take off the hoodie, silly! Then again, you do look mighty cute while wearing it… it’d be a total shame! Yep, hoodieless Chiaki sounds as cursed as hornless Ibuki!”

“Well… if you really care that much, I have a lighter one in my wardrobe, I can just change once–” Chiaki tried to compromise but was cut off by the always loud Ultimate Musician. “Nah, you play, I’ll get it for you! Can’t have the host doing all the work, can we?” And so, without even waiting for Chiaki’s response, the performer walked over to the big, wooden wardrobe.

“Hoodie, hoodie, hoodie… Huh? I can’t see any! Chiaki are you sur–?!” Before she could finish the sentence, Ibuki felt a jolt of lightning coursing through her body as the girl lost consciousness.

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Darkness.

That was the sight that Ibuki Mioda woke up to after her sudden, forced nap.

What happened? I was just looking for clothes and– The girl tried to ask but quickly realized that no voice left her mouth. From the outside, a muffled, feminine voice could be heard. “Gimme a minute Akane, I need a change of clothes…”

W-w-w-what?! But Ibuki was the one who was supposed to do that! And there weren’t any hoodies in that wardrobe anyways so, how could she even…

As if to respond, one of the walls of this dark, wooden room opened, letting light flood inside of it, and now with some level of brightness to speak of, Ibuki could see… Chiaki?! But why?! And more importantly, why was she so hecking big?!

“There it is, my second favorite one~” All of a sudden, Chiaki’s hand shot towards the Ultimate Musician, going right above her and… grabbing something? But why on earth?! Did she not see her friend being exactly right there!?

…No, she saw Ibuki completely fine. In fact, she was looking exactly at her as she said “my second favorite one”! One of what, her classmates? She’d be correct but… it didn’t feel like that was true… The gamer’s gigantic, pink eyes completely lacked recognition of any kind…

H-hey, Chiaki, stop playing around! The girl asked, hoping for some sort of response, but heard nothing in return, not even her very own voice she always used to sing her banging songs! Not only that, now the musician finally realized more than a few different quirks about herself that the initial shock of it all made her ignore. Her body felt totally weird, almost deflated, with a total inability to move and speak, the weird sensation of having something cold and metallic inside of her…

Suddenly, and without warning, whatever… rod she dangled from was moved forward, and using her right hand, Chiaki took off her current, sweat-soaked hoodie, dropping it onto the floor before giving her confused classmate another look, almost as if she was… no, could it be?

In mere seconds, Ibuki felt herself deflate even more as she was carefully moved from the rod she was unaware of being but a simple clothes hanger, plopping soundlessly onto the gamer’s arm.

…Yet, somehow this was far from the weirdest thing that’d happen to the immobilized musician as moments later, Chiaki started… putting her on?! But why, and how?!

“There you go, so snug and comfy~” The gamer grinned as she looked over herself in the mirror, unaware she was giving her involuntary companion a nice look over her new form as well. A farm that was unmistakably…

A hoodie.

She had become a simple, blue hoodie for her friend.

An admittedly cute one, true, but still just someone’s clothing! Seriously, she looked like just a recolor of Chiaki’s usual one too, down to the weird pixelated eyes and the pointed ears that looked like her very own horns when she was still human…

But she wasn’t a person anymore, was she? People couldn’t be wrapped around someone else’s torso and chest, could they?

C-Chiaki, take me off! I like hugging cute girls, but that doesn’t mean I wanna hug one constantly, and certainly not as a freaking hoodie! Yet, predictably, her pleas fell on deaf ears as Chiaki just sat back down squeezing her pink skirt in between her thighs as she did so, the girl ready for another round of Bash Sisters, this one against Akane.

…And as the match progressed, Ibuki understood perfectly how the gamer’s clothes became soaked so rapidly despite their wearer moving so little… Simply put, Chiaki was giving it her all. Despite only her fingers doing any sort of motions, all of Nanami tensed up, as if her body was focused completely on winning, no matter what.

At least the transformed musician’s new form was much lighter, despite otherwise being the exact same design, so the salty liquid only became a problem later than it otherwise would’ve, but the gamer wasn’t lying when she said there was no AC to speak of in this room - it only took a few games for all the sweat to start rearing its ugly head, and Ibuki could do nothing except hug her classmate’s body as she absorbed all of it.

And that’s exactly what she did as the party continued, nobody in the room even remotely aware of a girl by the name of Ibuki Mioda existing, and soon, the same fate would befall her classmates as well.

5 girls left.

To be continued.