The Slobification of Jabberwock Island

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Danganronpa 2 Characters Slobification (Weight Gain, Burping, and Farting) and Major Spoilers

In hopes of ending the killing game before it begins, Hajime and Chiaki sneak into a control room. While they have the best of intentions, the press of a single button will send their fellow classmates into a down spiral of absolute hedonism.

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   Under the cover of night, Hajime kept his eyes peeled for any sign of the murderous Monokuma as he skulked about in the dark. Each step was fraught with anxiety, waiting for the moment his white dress shirt and pointy, grey hair would be seen. His mind was already a complete mess since the announcement that the island would be the location of a death game. It took a reassuring pat on the back from his friend to keep him focused on the task at hand.

   The non-descript black building looked as if someone had dropped a featureless cube into the middle of the open field. The hut-sized structure featured no windows, with only a single door locked by a computer panel. Just looking over the console made Hajime sure that this was the place to take back control from the psychotic bear. Thankfully for him, he had brought just the right person for the job.

   Keeping the hood of her green cardigan over her shoulder-length, mauve hair, Chiaki got to work on opening up the door. While she held the title of the ultimate gamer, she had enough knowledge about computers to get the job done. Upon hearing the door begin to open, she breathed a sigh of relief and gestured for Hajime to follow her inside.

   The dark of night was cast out by the lights of dozens of screens covering the walls of the chamber. Upon closing the door, Hajime became aware of how much larger the building was compared to its diminutive appearance; the sheer size on par for a two-person apartment. The fact was lost on Chiaki as she gazed slack jawed at the massive control panel hooked up to the various monitors displaying different camera views of the island.

   In the hopes of finding something to get an edge over Monokuma, Chiaki and Hajime frantically switched between various view screens and keyboard strokes. Their random search eventually led them towards a large, red button at the top of the console that read “Reality Leak”. Unsure of what it meant, the two of them had a small discussion about what to do about it. Not knowing when they would be able to come back, they decided to press the button in an attempt to stop the killing game before anyone got hurt.

   A strange shiver went down Hajime’s spine, but there was no immediate sign of what the button had done. As he and Chiaki looked around to try and figure out if there were any changes to the island, the main screen hanging above the control console changed to a camera feed of the beach house. Fuyuhiko was the first to come into view, the baby-faced future Yakuza boss pacing about in his pinstripe suit. His mutterings were heard by the stoic Peko, her bespectacled, red eyes constantly glancing between him and the window with her hand gripped tightly around her bamboo sword. Upon the completion of Fuyuhiko’s chat about keeping secrets about their relationship, she replied by bowing down to the sound of her silver, braided hair and black sailor uniform shifting about.

   Just as the two of them were about to head for the door, they were both stopped as their bodies began to shake. The two of them stared at one another as they began to bloat up with fat. Fuyuhiko’s clothes were the first to give out, his belly lurching forward to rip apart his suit. Peko’s skirt came next, the fabric unable to contain her meaty rear as it continued to swell. On the brink of ripping through the rest of their clothing, the final straw came as both of their tops were torn apart by their swelling chests. Wobbling about with their obese forms, the two of them swayed about as they attempted to control themselves. A cursory glance showed that Fuyuhiko’s sagging pecs barely outsized Peko’s engorged tits. That fact became known to the transformed pair as they slammed their bodies into one another like sumo wrestlers.

   At first, Hajime and Chiaki thought it was some kind of fight, but that notion was tossed out upon hearing the first moan. Groping every inch of each other’s skin, Fuyuhiko and Peko showed no restraint as they explored each other’s pudgy bodies. Their cries of euphoria began to be drowned out by burps and farts coming forth from the pair without restraint. Despite the various BRRRAAAAPPPPSSS from their rears and BWOOOOOOORRRRRPs coming from their mouth, the odor of their obese forms didn’t stop their fingers from slowly drifting towards each other’s nether regions.

   Hajime slammed his hand on a random button, grateful that it changed the view before things got too intense. In place of the scene of debauchery was the quaint image of the island’s farming area under the light of the moon. The tranquil image was corrupted as something big climbed over the side of the pig pen and jumped in. Increasing the brightness of the camera revealed that the enormous beast was none other than Mikan.

   The Ultimate Nurse’s outfit continued to deteriorate under the strain of her flabby body as she crawled her way through the slick mud. Upon reaching a trough filled with slop, she swung back her long locks of plum hair and dove her head into the mix of grease and assorted food chunks. Between the sounds of fervent eating, Hajime and Chiaki could hear a barrage of burps similar to the ones that had echoed through the beach house. Lifting her derriere higher and higher to get to her food, Mika’s fat ass rippled as she released a prolonged fart.

   Mikan’s piggy feast came to a screeching halt as something leapt onto her. Raising her head up, she whimpered at the feeling of Hiyoko’s pudgy form balancing upon her back flab. It was only through sheer luck that Hiyoko’s orange kimono managed to stay wrapped around her slobby form. Swinging around her blonde pigtails, the Ultimate Dancer got sick joy out of bouncing her bubble butt against Mikan to shower in her a cloud of flatulence.

   The longer Hajime and Chiaki watched, the more they noticed the smile across Mikan’s face. That expression was perfectly captured by Mahiru’s camera as she waddled around the pen. Filling up her camera roll with dozens of pictures, the red head stowed it away for later use. Using what little muscles was hidden beneath her bulk, she managed to clamber over the fence to join in just as Mikan and Hiyoko fell to the ground to take care of their urges. Before the impromptu session could lead to anything too graphic, Hajime once more hit the button on the control console to change the scene.

   It was with a sigh of relief that Hajime and Chiaki saw the image of Nekomaru in his regular, muscle-bound glory. Over the monitor they could here him shouting out words of encouragement towards Akane. As the Ultimate Gymnast ran into view, the comfort of the mundane scene was swiftly shattered.

   The overhead lights lining the running trail were more than enough to show off the shimmer of sweat clinging to Akane’s pudgy, tanned skin. The lack of any kind of clothing fully displayed every pound of her flesh, alongside the patches of dark brown fur that surrounded her belly button and stuck out from beneath her blubbery arms. Stopping mere inches from Nekomaru, she swung her greasy hair back and let out an echoing belch. Stretching a wide grin across her chubby face after receiving praise from the Ultimate coach, she and him looked back to see the sorry figure waddling up after them.

   There was a stark contrast between Akane’s form and the sheen of pale white that accompanied the enormous Nagito as he wearily waddled his way towards the two of them. His wheezing breath was periodically broken by gas bubbles stirred forth from his jiggling belly. Bringing his glacier-like sprint to a halt, he held no qualms in allowing the collapse of his weary flab to be accompanied by the sound of a reverberating fart erupting from his pudgy backside.

   Though Nagito tried over and over to tell them how pointless it was to try and train him, the others wouldn’t have it. Fixing his jacket and puffing up his toned chest, Nekomaru congratulated Nagito on his mobility training and let him know he was more than deserving of his reward. Unflinchingly jumping onto Nagito’s mass of sweaty, hairy flesh, Akane and Nekomaru were quick to compliment him on his progress. Moments before they broke into a celebratory threesome on the spot, Hajime once more slammed the button to change the camera feed.

   Their next destination had them staring at the performance stage inside of the Titty Typhoon. The spotlights followed the outline of someone as they practically bounced their blubbery body towards the front of the stage. Past the bountiful rolls of fat and multiple chins, the pink and blue bangs mixed with the pair of horns consisting of her black and white hair identified the tons of energetic flab as Ibuki. Walking her way up the microphone, she greeted the crowd with a hello and a belch before swinging her guitar against her enormous belly and beginning to play a song that mixed deep vocals with intentional releases of gas from both of her ends.

   Panning the camera to the side showed that the space for her audience was mostly taken up by an immobile blob of greasy, sweat-stained flesh seated upon a couch-like throne. Recognizing the mass’s long blonde locks and black hair ribbon, Hajime moved the camera around just in time to see Sonia’s pudgy lips open up to release an echoing UUUUURRRRRRPPP. Her status as a nearly immobile boulder of flesh didn’t prevent her from shaking her blubber around to the rhythm of Ibuki’s gassy performance.

   Sonia wobbling about on her rear allowed the camera to see Kazuichi’s pudgy mass doing an admirable job cushioning the princess. Upon the end of Ibuki’s first song, Sonia heaved herself up to the sound of a thunderous fart. Properly swimming in the princess’s noxious fumes, the purple haired mechanic was more than happy to shoot her a toothy grin when she commanded him to fetch her a platter of food.

   Waddling as fast as he could, Kazuichi made his way over to a makeshift service table. Already waiting for him was Byakuya, his changes admittedly harder to see underneath his usual layers of fat. Giving Kazuich a cursory nod, Byakuya pushed up the glasses on his greasy nose before he resumed stuffing his face.

   Various bulges of fat peeked out of holes in Gundham’s clothing as he worked to keep his loyal hamsters fed just as well as he was. While conversing with the other men, he showed little hesitation in twisting his obese form in a mimicry of his dramatic poses as he talked about the dark power that lurked within his body fat. The display was admirable, but the impact was lessened by the sight of his hamsters joyfully bouncing along his flab rolls to coerce puff of flatulence form his backside.

   In the center of the trio of obese man stood Teru Teru, his body still relatively the same in size. Considering how fast the Ultimate Chef moved around to meet the demands of the slobby horde, it was no wonder how he had kept his physique. The constant orders and movement did not deter the chef, his body being reinvigorated each time he took a deep whiff of his colleagues’ fumes.

   Upon watching the group in the music venue return for a second set, Chiaki’s turned her attention towards reversing their foul fate. Her efforts to type away at the control panel were foiled as a surge of flesh pushed her to the side. Knocked down to the floor, she slowly looked up at the swelling mass in front of her. Though she tried to call out to Hajime, a constant deluge of gas from his pudgy face and enormous rear drowned out all of her speech. As he reached a size comparable to an overweight wrecking ball, Chiaki heard a familiar cackle from a nearby screen.

   “Well, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Monokuma began, the black and white bear looming over Chiaki, “but I guess I can roll with it.”

   “What’s going on?” Chiaki asked, having to shuffle back to avoid getting buried beneath Hajime’s flab.

   “Are you a complete idiot? You pushed the button so you should know that their true selves are leaking into the virtual world. Whether you like or not, their returning to their default states.” Monokuma’s smile grew wider as his paws typed away at his own control panel. “Since you were so nice to release them, I might as well make some tweaks so you can join your fellow classmates.”

   A final keystroke on Monokuma’s side doomed Chiaki as she felt her body begin to swell with weight. Ripping through her clothing in a matter of seconds, the sensation of her slim form being buried beneath hundreds of pounds of flesh became deadened by a hazy feeling in her mind. Her concerns about herself and her fellow students gave way to a series of carnal instincts that allowed her to release equally loud burps and farts without a hint of shame.

   Reaching a size comparable to Hajime, Chiaki jumped towards him to send their slobby forms rolling about on the floor. Like so many of their classmates had done, the two of them let their instincts take over as they embraced what they could of each other’s bodies. Watching from the nearby screen as Hajime and Chiaki celebrated their slobby selves with a moment of intimacy, Monokuma let out a maniacal cackle. The ultimate slobs would rise again to spread their plague of hedonism throughout the world.