Chapter 1: Swordwoman’s Snack
 
 
 
 
Hiyoko Saionji aka the ultimate dancer yawned. She’d been up long after Monokuma announced that it was nighttime “squishing”, or as most sane people would say the murder of ants.
 
 
The diminutive blonde girl was whistling merrily, banana-like pigtails unnaturally staying still on either side of her head.
 
 
She arrived at the gates of the Jaberwock Hotel where she and her 15 other classmates were staying. So far aside from the having to kill part, it was great!
 
 
Finally she had arrived at her cottage. She pulled out her student handbook and opened the door still whistling. Suddenly her whistling stopped. She saw the figure of Peko Pekoyama aka the ultimate sword woman sitting in a chair inside
 
 
She was a taller girl with stark silvery hair and glasses wearing a black schoolgirls uniform. But the most interesting part of her was her giant sword on her back still in its sheath
 
 
“Hey Pek, what are you doing here?!?” Hiyoko asked stopping in her tracks
 
 
“You’ve wronged my master, and so you must pay”
 
 
“Hey knock it off you fat bitch what the hell are you doing in my cottage. And, how'd you even get in here!”
 
 
“Doesn’t matter now. Your mine.”
 
 
With that Peko stood up and swiftly dashed over to the small dancer and grabbed her by her kimono pushing her against the wall.
 
 
“LET GO OF ME YOU FAT BITCH OR I'M TELLING MONOK-”
 
 
Peko pushed an unopened bag of Hiyokos favorite gummy bears into her opened mouth.
 
 
“Quiet. Yesterday you insulted my master by saying he had a “tiny baby dick” which is completely untrue. And for that you shall pay.”
 
 
Hiyoko spit out the bag.
 
 
“It's just a jo-”
 
 
“Did I say you could talk? Now down to business.”
 
 
Peko opened her mouth almost unnaturally wide, letting Hiyoko get a truly horrific view of the inside.
She buried the small girl's face in her open gullet, not bothering to lick her screaming prey. Peko continued swallowing the foul mouth blonde completely overpowering her with the muscles of her throat. She continued quickly swallowing, not stopping to savor for but a moment until the dancer was packed in her slimy belly.
 
 
*URRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP*
 
 
A set of yellow panties flew onto the floor in front of peko.
 
 
“Excuse me” Peko said, a slight shade of red.
 
 
Hiyoko struggled in vain, only letting out small imprints of her hand on pekos enlarged belly.
 
 
“LET ME OUT YOU UGLY PIG”
 
 
Hiyoko yelled, falling back on insults as that had been the only thing to work in the past.
 
 
“Quiet”
 
 
With that acides began to rapidly fill the stomach leaving Hiyoko to start gasping for air. The acids started melting off Hioiko’s precious kimono leaving her nude body unprotected against the raging acids. They started melting off her skin leaving dark red scabs all over her body.
 
 
It continued on ravaging Hiyoko’s screaming body. Sadly enough for her nothing could be heard outside the stomachs walls.
 
 
Hiyoko soon died, now only a pile of bony chym inside Peko’s now much smaller belly.
 
 
“You got what you deserved
 
 
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!!SCAT WARNING!!
 
 
A few hours passed, Peko having already returned to her cottage.
 
 
She felt a sharp sting of pain in her bowels making her run to the restroom. She quickly sat down as ex-Hiyoko started pouring out of her pucker.
 
 
Log after log of wet shit poured out of her ass. Inside it you could see the crushed bones, torn pieces of fabric, and long yellow hair of Hiyoko. Alongside that bigged bones could be seen as well. A rib here, a pelvis there, even and almost intact spine.
 
 
 All of it was coming out smooth despite the obstacles, until it all stopped. Peko strained herself until finally with a *POP* Hiyoko’s mostly intact skull came shooting out of the swords woman's asshole right on top of the now monstrous pile.
 
 
Peko stood up and looked down at her handiwork cringing
 
 
“Now the toilet is clogged,” she said with a sigh.
 
 
With that peko whipped her ass and left, leaving the massive pile of ex-dancer to rot in the toilet.
 
 
Chapter 2: Photographer's Feast
 
 
 
 
Mahiru, the ultimate photographer, slammed her fists against the dining room table.
 
 
“SOMEONE KILLED HIYOKO!”
 
 
She yelled tears streaming from her eyes.
 
 
Mahiru was an average sized girl with short, dark red hair. She was wearing a white shirt under a brown vest skirt combo. On top of this was a large plaid tie and the camera she took everywhere.
 
 
“We haven’t seen her in nearly two days! Someone must have killed her, and and hid her body somewhere! I’ll never forgive them!”
 
 
“Calm down Mahiru. We can’t know anything for certain yet.”
 
 
Chiaki, the ultimate gamer said to Mahiru, putting her hand on her shoulder in a sign of comfort.
 
 
“I, Gundham Tanaka, shall send the four dark devas of destruction out looking for her”
 
 
Gundham the ultimate breeder.
 
 
“I’LL CHECK IF SHES TAKING A SHIT”
 
 
Nekomaru, the ultimate team manager, yelled.
 
 
“I shall comb the island looking for any signs of her”
 
 
Peko the ultimate swords woman stated.
 
 
The last one seemed suspicious to Mahiru. Peko Pekoyama was usually a rather thin muscular woman. But seemingly overnight, the night that Hiyoko went missing, she seemed to have gained 20 to 30 pounds.
 
 
“Perhaps she has something to do with this”
 
 
Mahiru thought.
 
 
After the morning breakfast the Ginger decided to do some investigating.
 
 
“Perhaps Peko’s cottage has some sort of clue in it”
 
 
She thought to herself. There was only one problem. You needed the owner's E-Handbook to get into their cottage. An E-Handbook Mahiru did not possess. Mahiru had a better idea.
 
 
*SMASH*
 
 
Mahiru was in and all it took was a brick. She looked around the room. At first glance it seemed like her room with a few added extras. But then she saw it.
 
 
Mahiru’s stomach dropped looking at it. Her smile quickly faded. Buried inside the toilet was a giant mound of shit. She knew instantly that it was the remains of her dear friend Hiyoko by the locks of golden blonde hair and the small skull resting on top.
 
 
“Peko, you will pay”
 
 
She uttered seething with rage.
 
 
The door handle turned. Mahiru panicked, deciding to hide right behind the door.
 
 
Peko Pekoyama entered her cottage, instantly noticing the brick and the broken window.
 
 
“Show your-”
 
 
Peko didn’t finish, as she was unable to. Suddenly everything around the swordswoman had gone black. She tried to scream but she found that her mouth was unable to open. The worst part of all was the strong smell of shit shoved into the poor Peko’s nose. She hadn’t quite realized it just yet but Peko Pekoyama the ultimate swordswoman was inside Mahiru’s ass.
 
 
Mahiru was now on top of peko, slowly pulling her sphincter over the white haired girl. She continued down over the struggling woman's shoulder then chest removing her sword sheath so as to not hurt her bowel. Past that Peko started being pulled in faster with the help of gravity. Soon only her white shoes were hanging out of Mahiru’s asshole until those two were sucked in.
 
 
“L-let me out of here!”
 
 
Peko yelled, being drowned out by the insides of the photographer's shitter. She was soon uncomfortable and quickly sucked through the intestines and was shot into the waiting stomach where she was forced into the fetal position.
 
 
“Why did you eat Hiyoko!”
 
 
Mahiru snarled.
 
 
“Sh-she insulted my masters honor”
 
 
“And who's your master?”
 
 
“I can’t tell you”
Acids started flowing into the full stomach making peko yelp.
 
 
“F-fine. It's Fuyuhiko” Peko replied sheepishly
 
 
Hours passed and Mahirus stomach had grown both smaller and softer. Inside of it Peko was still holding onto life, her clothes now completely burnt off. She was looking worse for where. Her legs had melted completely and her left arm was coming off. Much of her once silvery hair had burned off along with her glasses having been cracked.
 
 
“Wh-why…”
 
 
Peko Pekoyama, the ultimate swordswoman, groaned, finally expiring. Mahirus's stomach quickly ravaged the few remains, turning it into a thick chyme.
 
 
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!!!SCAT WARNING!!!
 
 
Mahiru arrived at the farm, thinking another few logs of shit shouldn’t change things much. She krept to the backside of the barn, squatting down. She started straining, trying to push out the first log.
 
 
It came out as a large, thick almost rock like shit, raidened with the melted off silvery hair and tattered clothes. Soon afterwards the second, less solid log came carrying what Mahiru thought to be a femur. Then the third log, then the fourth, fifth, sixth seventh all rapidly departing Mahirus ass riddled with bones and other things on the ex-swords women's person at the time. The lifeless skull soon emerged along with pekos' cracked glasses, although this was soon buried by the huge amounts of scat coming out of the photographer's ass.
 
 
Finally it was done. Mahiru smiled looking down at the huge pile of shit containing the remains of her best friends murderer. The pile itself stood almost as tall as Peko once was, now in a shittier shape.
 
 
“Oh I almost forgot to take a picture”
 
 
Mahiru said, taking out her camera and snapping a quick photo. She looked at the photo still grinning ear to ear. It was probably one of the best photos she’d ever taken.
 
 
“Mahiru is that you?”
 
 
A voice said from behind her.
 
 
 
 
Chapter 3: Princess's Picnic
 
 
 
 
Mahiru, the ultimate photographer, froze. Thoughts of who the voice behind her raced through her head. She slowly turned around and came face to face with Sonia Nevermind, the Ultimate princess. Sonia was a taller girl, with long blond hair and a desaturated green dress with a red ribbon on it. She also had white puffy shoulders and a bow in her hair.
 
 
“What are you doing Mahiru?”
 
 
Sonia asked with a confused look on her face.
 
 
“Oh um”
 
 
Thoughts of how to explain the giant mound of peko shit right behind her raced through her head.
 
 
“I am doing a Japanese ritual”
 
 
“A ritual”
 
 
Sonia's eyes lit up with the thought.
 
 
“Which kind?”
 
 
“A special Japanese bonding ritual called vore. What it is is that someone eats another person to become better attuned to their friends. Don’t worry it's completely non lethal and the subject will wake back up in their bed the next day like nothing ever happened.”
 
 
“FASCINATING! I never knew yall ever had such interesting rituals. I need to go ask Gundham about this. He must know something about this “vore” thing. Actually I have a request, Mahiru?”
 
 
“What is it?”
 
 
“Can I vore you?”
 
 
Mahiru froze a panicked look briefly being struck upon her freckled face. She may have said too much. She gulped again thinking of a plan of escape
 
 
“Um sorry I have a thing that I must attend to Sonia”
 
 
“Well this should only take but a few short hours so you must be able to do it afterwards.”
 
 
“Umm seriously I must be going”
 
 
Mahiru backed away slowly in an effort not to step on the steaming pile of Peko. Sonia walked forward and picked up Mahiru by the waist opening her mouth wide. She soon shoved the poor photographer's face into her awaiting jaws. Mahiru screamed although no one could hear her. Sonia was still unwavering, wanting to press on and complete the “ritual” unperturbed by her companion's crys. She started thoroley licking every part of the ginger's freckled face, tasting of strawberries.
 
 
She swallowed further, removing Mahirus's camera and ripping away her dress. Tasting every bit of exposed skin. She came further down, not stopping at her chest or ass until she got to her legs. She stopped for a moment removing her meal’s shoes and stockings before swallowing her exposed pale feet and sending Mahiru to her fate.
 
 
*BURRRRRRRP*
 
 
“Pardon me” Sonia said, covering rather unlady like belch with her soft hand
 
 
A piece of black cloth with polka dots flew outl, Mahirus panties. Sonia inspected them and then placed them on the pile of other clothes shed removed from the photographer.
 
 
Mahiru fell down with a loud *SPLASH* falling into the pit of acids. Mahiru screamed, instantly feeling her skin burn at just the touch. She tried to punch the walls but with every punch her knuckles just burned even more.
 
 
“Ouch Mahiru. Please, I advise you not to struggle, it hurts. And remember this is to build are friendship”
 
 
“NO ITS NOT. I’m sorry Sonia, I lied to you. I just ate Peko in revenge for her eating Hiyoko.
There is n-no ritual”
 
 
Sonias usually cheerful face went grim faced with the reality of the situation.
 
 
“Oh. Oh my god I am so sorry Mahiru I-I don’t think I can spit you out”
 
 
“I-its fine”
 
 
The two started balling their eyes out, both crying at the grave mistake that had just taken place. Mahiru soon melted, turning to chym.
 
 
“*Sniff*, I’m sorry Mahiru. I hope you can forgive me”
 
 
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!!!SCAT!!!
 
 
Hours past, Sonia hearing the Monokuma announced signaling nighttime. She decided to let Mahiru go inside her own bed as a sign of respect. She used Mahiru’s E-Handbook, letting her inside the cottage. She went to the ginger bed shedding a tear in memory of her friend.
She squatted over the large bed and strained for a second, she pushed out a large skull, turned stained brown with crap. It seemed to look at the blonde princess, judging her for her mistakes. Sonia cringed in sorrow but continued onward. Next a stream of almost liquid diarrhea like scat came pouring out of the royal asshole. Inside of which were tin shards of broken bone. It continued pouring, filling in the skull's eye sockets. It continued pouring out until there was a large steaming pile of Mahiru almost a foot high standing on her bed.
 
 
“I’m sorry Mahiru” the princess said tearfully, laying out her friend's precious camera next to her. Sonia then left crying not believing that she had killed her friend.
 
 
 
 
Chapter 4:
 
 
 
 
Ibuki Mioda the ultimate musician was sprawled out on her bed in an almost impressively uncomfortable looking position. She had her pale arms to either side of her body along with her ass sticking straight up in the air like a telephone pole. She snored almost loud enough for the boys on the other side of the cottage complex to hear.
 
 
She suddenly awoke ready and alert at the sound of a doorbell ringing.
 
 
Ibuki's only average aspect to her was her height, being only 5,3. Aside from that she could be considered the strangest of the sixteen students who had been kidnapped and forced to live on Jabberwock Island. She had crazy black, jagged hair going down to her waist with streaks of magenta and cyan died in. On top of that she had part of her hair tied into two oni like horns on the top of her head. She wore a mostly normal school uniform with strange magenta and cyan ripped thigh highs. Finally she also adorned herself with many piercings and seemed to have the attitude of a drugged chipmunk at 2x speed.
 
 
Ibuki sauntered over to her cottage's door, opening it to reveal the figure of Sonia Nevermind, the ultimate princess. The blonde was somberly standing in the door crying. Ibuki rushed over to her friend in an effort to comfort her.
 
 
“Hey Sonia, what's up.”
 
 
The musician asked with an uncharacteristic calmness hugging her close.
 
 
“I-I killed M-Mahiru”
 
 
Ibuki pushed her away, shocked.
 
 
“WHAT WHAT! YOU DID WHAT!”
 
 
Ibuki sputtered backwards, completely baffled by what her friend admitted. Sonia in turn ran over to the quirky rockstar and tried to explain.
 
 
“It-it was an accident!”
 
 
“Blub-blub-blub”
 
 
Ibuki’s eyes rolled back in her head and she started to foam at the mouth.
 
 
*SLAP*
 
 
The rockstar felt a sharp sting on her cheek in an instance. She felt the red mark and winced in pain.
 
 
“Sonia?”
“STOP IT!”
 
 
Sonia yelled.
 
 
“I just have one request for you. Eat me.”
 
 
“WHAT WHAT! Wh-why!”
 
 
“Because I deserve it!”
 
 
Ibuki's face went dark. A single watery tear brushed upon the princess's cheek before falling to the floor.
 
 
“F-fine. You just gotta take your clothes off cause those things don’t digest easily.”
 
 
Sonia complied, removing her many layers of clothes to reveal her toned figure underneath.
 
 
“K, just be warned Sonia ma stomachs fast so beware.”
 
 
“No worries”
 
 
The rockstar squatted down beckoning for Sonia to start feeding herself to her friend. The princess hesitated for but a moment until she gingerly placed one foot inside the mouth of the awaiting pred.
 
 
“WOO!”
 
 
Sonia screamed falling backwards. The rockstar started quickly sucking the princess into her maw like a wet noodle. After only a couple seconds she was at her groin, then her chest, the she was gone. Ibuki sat back, admiring her large belly.
 
 
“URRRP! Scuse me. Now bye bye Sonia”
 
 
She rubbed her enormous belly for a moment, hearing the contents giggle in delight, before delivering an enormous slap. The huge, girl sized belly soon shrank rapidly, walls tightening around the trapped princess crushing her. In the blink of an eye the stomach had resided to the size of a mushy softball.
 
 
“Told ya it was fast.”
 
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!!!SCAT!!!
 
 
Ibuki felt a sharp pain inside her ass. She squatted over Sonias nicely folded clothes and let rip a gaseous fart foreboding what was to come. A large turd, almost as large as Sonia was when she was alive, started coiling out of the musician's ass. It was a light brown almost green color and almost a full human skeleton could be seen along with long locks of dirtied blonde hair.
Finally the monster turd cut itself off. Ibuki reached for her friend's black set of panties to wipe away the extra poo before throwing it on the pile. She then stood up over the large mass of ex-royalty and let out a long, yellow stream of piss onto the remains, most of which filling Sonias royal skull.
 
 
“That was a weird dream.”
 
 
Ibuki stated to seemingly knowone before flopping onto her bed and falling fast asleep.
 
 
 
 
Chapter 5: Mikans Munchies
 
 
 
 
“I have called this meeting to discuss the “disappearances” of many of our fellow classmates.”
 
 
 
 
Byakuya Togami, the ultimate “Affluent prodigy” said with a booming voice befitting his side
 
 
“*sniffle* Someone must have *sniffle* done something to miss Sonia and the others”
 
 
 Kazuichi Soda, the ultimate mechanic, said, almost being drowned out by his own tears.
 
 
“Whatever we do we must act immediately!”
 
 
Nekomaru Nedai, the ultimate team manager, yelled out enthusiastically.
 
 
“Whatever it is, we can’t waste anymore time talking.”
 
 
Suggested Hajime Hinata, the ultimate ?????.
 
 
“I suggest we split up into groups of two and find whatever happened to Hiyoko, Mahiru, Peko, and Sonia.”
 
 
The rest of the 12 students looked down somberly. Four of their friends are missing and presumed dead.
 
 
“Don’t just stand there looking miserable, get out there and let's find our pirp”
 
 
Byakuya yelled, slamming his fist against the table.
 
 
The rest paired up as follows, Mikan with Ibuki, Akane with Nekomaru, Kazuichi with Gundam, Teruteru with Byakuya, Hajime with Chiaki, and both Nagito and Fuyuhiko alone.
 
 
“Are y-you sure you can hold me?”
 
 
Mikan Tsumiki, the ultimate nurse, asked. She was an average sized extremely meek girl with long dark purple hair and an apron. Along with that she had light skin, numerous bandages, and a short desaturated blue skirt.
 
 
“Yeah yeah you’ll be fine.”
 
 
Ibuki said dismissively, holding Mikan by the legs. The two girls were currently in Rocketpunch Market, the island's store. Ibuki was currently trying to lift Mikan up onto the vending machine to get onto the rafters. She had reasoned that that location would be a pretty good location to hide a body having completely forgotten about her excretion of Sonia but a night earlier.
 
 
“Just k-keep me steady”
 
 
“I know I kn- woh woh wohh!”
 
 
Ibuki suddenly lost balance of the nurse, somehow throwing her into the air. Mikan, for her part flew into the air soon falling down ass first. Onto Ibuki. Mikan’s ass swiftly engulfed the poor rockstar, sending her straight to the meek girl's belly.
 
 
“HEY, WHAT THE HELL!”
 
 
Ibuki yelled in panic.
 
 
“I’m s-sorry. I-I don’t think I can get you out.”
 
 
Mikan cried beet red in the face. She tried to stand up wobbling. Her distended gut filled with girl meat wobbled for a second holding still. Mikan released a held breath stepping forward. Onto a bag of chips that Ibuki had discarded earlier.
 
 
The nurse was launched into the air, somehow doing a somersault on the way down. She landed on her massive belly hearing a *CRACK* and a yelp of pain.
 
 
“IBUKI ARE YOUR ALRIGHT!”
 
 
Mikan asked hurriedly. She got no response and decided to shake her gut furiously. All she heard where more sounds of *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*. She felt her belly and it was soft. The nurse gasped as she saw an outline of something within. The grinning skull of Ibuki Mioda.
 
 
Mikan felt like she was going to throw up. To vomit. To let it all loose. But she knew she couldn’t. She feared what parts of her mostly digested friend would come back up. The meek girl curled into a ball in the back room of the store sobbing, filled with despair. She continued to cry, ignoring the sound of a body being discovered. She continued and continued until she felt a strong pain in her bowels.
 
 
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!!!SCAT!!!
 
 
Mikan farted loudly, closing her nose at the rank smell. She hurriedly looked for a place to evacuate Ibuki into. Noticed nothing as the shit burst out of her sphincter
 
 
The shit came curining out of the nurse’s asshole. It started flowing into the meek girl's white panties. Parts of the bony shit overflowed and fell down between the edges of the undergarments and onto the floor. She plunged her hand inside and started playing with herself, enjoying the feeling of her ex-friend filling her panties. She made a loud moan turning beet red as she felt Ibuki’s cracked skull exited the anus and fell into the tight white cloth. Finally it was over, Mikan climaxing into the pile of scat.
 
 
The nurse sat down and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Suddenly she saw the door opening, hearing a loud gasp.
 
 
 
 
Chapter 6: Gymnast Jerky
 
 
 
 
“FOOD”
 
 
That was the only thought on the mind of Akane Owari, the ultimate gymnest. She was a tall muscular darker skinned girl with rather large breasts and brown hair. She wore a white short sleeve collared shirt with the top buttons popping out revealing her melons, the entire shirt slightly hanging over a too short red miniskirt.
 
 
Akane had been hungry even before the investigation, having been interrupted right before her afternoon snack by the white faced Hajime bursting in to tell everyone that he had found the remains of Peko Pekoyama at the ranch. After the investigation had started Akane decided to go to the general store and pick up something to tide her over leading to this.
 
 
Akane stared blankly at the dark figure of Mikan Tsumiki with extraordinary soiled panties. Mikan suddenly blushed a deep crimson and waved her hands in the air.
 
 
“I-it not what i-it looks like”
 
 
Mikan stuttered out.
 
 
Akane however cared not about the nurse's suspicion and only cared about one thing. A meal. And there happened to be one right in front of the hungry gymnast. Akane lunged forward at the screaming Mikan who tried in vain to hide herself with her now pudgy arms. The larger girl picked the shy ultimate up and stared at her like a lion stares at a gazelle before ripping it limb from limb.
 
 
“Food”
 
 
Akane growled, having become little more than an animal. She held the nurse high into the air, mouth wide open before shoving the scared face into the depths of the beast.
 
 
Akane licked every square inch of the sweet face of the screaming Mikan before giving a firm swallow. The gymnast then ripped off both the soiled panties and the desaturated blue skirt with one firm motion throwing them uncaringly aside. She swallowed once more, feeling her prey's breasts cross her tongue. Caring only for a meal, Akane swiftly swallowed them inside, lingering for not but a moment.
 
 
Akane continues with three couple more strong gulps shoveling the screaming girl deeper into her gulet. She then plunged her tongue deep into the nurses nethers causing a faint moan from within her throat and the expelling of Mikan's sweet juices. Akane for her part lapped them up savoring the taste as she swallowed once more leaving her prey's kicking legs sticking straight up out of her chomper.
 
 
After a few more quick swallows Akane was done. Giving a loud
 
 
*BURRRRRP*
 
 
In acknowledgement to her preys strife. Akane rubbed her belly, satisfied with her meal. Mikan, however, was anything but satisfied.
 
 
The nurse screamed, feeling the sharp sting as the larger womens digestive acids lapped along her bare flesh. She punched and kicked the stomach's insides, only providing a brief bit of discomfort to her pred.
 
 
“Hey, watch it”
 
 
Akane yelled, slapping her gut hard.
 
 
Mikan yelped feeling a painful *CRACK* as both her left arm and some of her ribs broke from the impact. She tried struggling again, only to fall back as she could no longer bear the pain of her skin flaking off into nutrients.
 
 
Akanes massive belly grew smaller and smaller, Mikan soon expiring within to turn into nothing but fat on the ass, and brown shit. During this Akane heard monokuma announce three more, new bodies, none the gymnast got up for.
 
 
“*Sigh*. Sorry Mik, you looked too tasty to resist.” Mikan said to seemingly no one as Mikan had long since passed.
 
 
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!!!SCAT!!!
 
 
Akane felt a sharp pain in her bowels, and swiftly ran over to a nearby box full of unsold Sodas. She squatted over them and let out a loud fart, alerting a nearby gamer girl's attention, that covered the small room in a noxious gas. She farted again, softer this time and then it started.
 
 
A large, solid dark brown brick like log of shit, containing strands of dark purple hair interwoven between shit and shiny, white bone fragments. It fell into the box with a *PLOP* covering some of the drinks with a brown ex nurse. A second turd came, this time it was much softer and a more caramel color. It was much smaller and swiftly exited, along with more similar shits going into a huge pile.
 
 
In between the squirts of shit everything stopped.
 
 
“What the hell?”
 
 
Mikan asked, confused. She strained harder and harder, and FINALLY, with a small crack she shat out Mikan's damaged skull, having a large gash along half of it. Akane continued pouring a flow of almost liquid greenish shit into the ex-nurses eye sockets, filling them completely till they overflowed, giving the impression that Mikan was crying beyond the grave.
 
 
Finally the gymnast was over. She stood up and wiped Mikan's skirt, staining it a greenish brown. She looked at a mirror lying on the ground, admiring her even curvier figure.
 
 
“Thanks Mik”
 
 
She then departed the back rooms coming face to face with Chiaki Nanami, the ultimate gamer.
 
 
 
 
Chapter 7: A Gamers Feast
 
 
 
 
Chiaki Nanami, the ultimate gamer, stared at the gymnast with a look of confused disbelief on her face.
 
 
“You where the murderer?”
 
 
She asked, confused. Chiaki was a small girl with short pale mauve hair cupping her tired looking pink eyes. She wore a dark blue hoodie over a collared white shirt and tan skirt along with a pink backpack in the shape of a cat.
Akane stood still, mouth agape. She soon changed her expression, to a wide smile in an attempt to hide her hunger induced homicide.
 
 
“Oh Chichi don’t worry about it.”
 
 
“I know it's you”
 
 
Akanes grin faltered
 
 
“Pfft nah I’d never.”
 
 
“Then can I investigate the storage room?”
 
 
“Sure”
 
 
Akane said the last part through gritted teeth. Chiaki walked past Akane, seeming to not care about her classmates' predatory nature. The gymnast, for her part, was coming up with a plan using the limited brainpower she possessed. She suddenly sprung into action leaping forward at the gamer.
 
 
Chiaki, knowing that Akane would try and digest her, came up with a plan of her own. She tore off her pink set of undergarments and bent down in front of the raging gymnast, pushing her ample buttocks out. The muscled women slammed into the short girl's rear, stopping her in her tracks and causing the gamer to produce a loud, unlady-like moan.
 
 
Everything was dark for the ultimate gymnast. She tried screaming, only to close her mouth in disgust. Wanted to vomit but knew that would only make her time in the colon worse. She felt a large pull from inside the gamers depths, pulling her closer to her fate. She was twisted left and right and left in right feeling her skin begin to soften from the continued exposure to the intestines. Finally she was being pushed into the stomach, it smelling of greasy spice.
 
 
Chiaki burped loudly, a white pair of clothe panties flying out, landing by the vending machine.
The gamer smiled down, admiring her enormous gut, giving it a small shake. The sleepy girl soon grew bored of this, taking out her SP Vita and playing some game on it, caring not about her screaming food.
 
 
 
 
 
 
The larger, panicking girl was forced into the fetal position, much of her clothing already having been melted off. She trashed, kicked and screamed. All of it to no avail. Chiaki's digestive juices had started to brutalize the poor meal. Much of Akane’s lucious brown hair had melted off, along with much of her light brown skin being turned to a dark pink.
 
 
Akane punched the stomach walls in desperation, her bone delivering a sickening *CRACK* as she cried out in pain. The minutes ticked by, Akanes once glorious physic was soon transformed into a pile of featureless mush.
 
 
“Sorry Akane, but game over”
 
 
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!!!SCAT!!!
 
 
Akanes remains where soon processed, adding a significant layer of fat to the gamers already impressive ass. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in the bowels.
 
 
“Uhg”
 
 
Chiaki grunted trying to hold the mass of ex-classmate inside her. She sprinted to the vending machine, shoving her fat ass into the opening at the bottom. Light ochre scat flew into the vending machine quickly filling the bottom of the contraption. The pile of almost liquid shit began to rise, enveloping all previous snacks. If you looked closely you could see parts of shattered bone and strewn dark brown pieces of curled hair.
 
 
Chiaki soon moaned, plunging two of her ginger into her groin. She loved the feeling of the immense load of a once classmate being forcefully removed from her abdomen, pulling her asshole apart. She continued fingering more and more until she climaxed, shooting her sweet liquids onto the floor, satisfied. She looked backwards, smiling at her work.
 
 
Standing in front of her was the vending machine, now filled almost to the brim with wet liquid scat. Akanes remains still visible within.
 
 
The screen reserved for Monokuma came on above Chiaki. The familiar black and white bear sitting casually.
 
 
“I’m getting bored, So let's begin the class trial! Meet at mount monokuma on the center island.”
 
 
Chiaki swiftly pulled her clothes back on, and headed out for what where probably going to be the last few hours of her “life”.
 
 
 
 
Chapter 8: Execution of Chiaki Nanami
 
 
 
 
Chiaki Nanami was jolted awake by the harsh jolts of the descending elevator.
 
 
“Huh what's going on?”
 
 
She asked tiredly.
 
 
“The trial remember”
 
 
Hajime Hinata responded by resting a hand on the gamers tired shoulder. Annoyed at the invasion of her personal space, Chiaki fervently shewed the hand away.
 
 
“Not even a dastardly fiend such as I, the great Gundham Tanaka, would do something so heinous.”
 
 
“HAHAHAH. This horrid incursion has brought us all into such great despair. I assure you that soon this despair shall triumph into one of the greatest hopes humanity has seen.”
 
 
Nagito Komaeda, the ultimate lucky student, cackled. Suddenly the elevator slammed to a halt as the doors opened onto a large, immaculate courtroom. All the remaining students filled in, looking around confused.
 
 
The familiar black and white bear popped out of the judges stand, his face as naturally punchable as ever.
 
 
“Okay, welcome. Lady and gentlemen I present to you”
 
 
An annoying drumroll sound started playing.
 
 
“THE CLASS TRIAL FIELD! The place where we your fate shall be decided”
 
 
“DON’T FUCK WITH US!”
 
 
Fuyihiko Kuzuryu yelled, interrupting the stuffed bear's speech. The bear giggled, seeming to look pleased with himself.
 
 
“I’m sorry but this is what you must do…unless you want to be punished. Anyways make your way to the podium with your name on it. Don’t mind all the portraits, didn’t expect so many murders.”
 
 
The remaining ultimates all convened at their respective podiums, all seeming to hold their breaths. Chiaki looked down nervously, having made sure to thoroughly hide her extra pudge. Thoughts raced through her heads, hopes, regrets, despair.
 
 
 
 
ONE LONG AND CONFUSING TRIAL LATER
 
 
 
 
“Ch-chiaki, wh-why?”
 
 
 Hajime wiped the tears from his eyes. The remaining seven boys all looking intently at the gamer, Teruteru excepted as he had died during the trial.
 
 
“I’m sorry you all. I didn’t know what else to do. It was just in self defense. Monokuma, I'm ready.”
 
 
“Chiaki Nanami, the ultimate gamer, I have prepared a special punishment time just for you.”
 
 
“But before I go I must tell you one thing”
 
 
“Gentleman give it everything you got”
 
 
“I am actually-”
 
 
“IT'S PUNISHMENT TIME!”
 
 
A metal clamp connected to a chain shot out grabbing the poor gamer by the neck pulling her rapidly away. Chiaki tried to pull the chain off grunting as she was being strangled. Suddenly she stopped. An idealized Japanese highschool seemed to pop up around her, cherry blossoms floating in the wind. She seemed to fall down as she was suddenly strapped to a wooden chair by her neck. She finally looked forward across a cheap school desk seeing the grinning face of monokuma dresses as a student.
 
 
He suddenly looked expectantly at the gamer holding his hand out as if asking for something. Chiaki looked around scared, noticing her classmates behind her. Not knowing what else to do, took out a portable game system, heasetently handing it to the psychotic bear. Monokuma snarled, an angry look going across his plush face. He crushed the system throwing it in the garbage behind him before pushing the table over, revealing a massive mono cock.
 
 
Chiaki suddenly felt a strong tug of air, like a super powered vacuum emanating from the plush member. She tried holding onto the ground, but was soon sucked into the air, flying feet first through the shaft. She was quickly pulled through, letting out silent tears before being plopped into a large chamber of bear cum.
 
 
Monokuma looked satisfied, his right ball now twice its previous size and filled with a struggling gamer. With one plush paw he grabbed onto his shaft, and started furiously jacking off. The imprints of Chiaki swiftly faded, being replaced with nothing but the occasional bone. He continued beating his meat faster and faster, sweat dripping off his fuzzy hide until finally he climaxed.
 
 
A torrent of thick white strands of jizz erupted from the member, landing right in front of the shocked survivors. The cum soon absorbed into the ground, leaving a strong white stain underneath. Hajime gasped, as he was the first one to see what was revealed. Strewn about where a set of cumesplattered white bones the only remains of the ultimate gamer. Along with that there was something else. A small hairpin, in the shape of the ships from galaga laying alongside a grinning skull.
 
 
THE END