A Chocolaty Punishment
A Makoto Naegi to Junko Enoshima TF/TG

Notes: This one-shot is set during the events of Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc, midway through the Daily Life portion of Chapter 5.

Major spoilers for said game are featured, but that's a moot point by now.

Elements of this fic were mildly inspired by TheTGScourge's Wish for a Bitch, another Junko-related TF/TG work.

Warnings: This one-shot contains Male-to-Female TF/TG, Mental Changes, Nudity, Sexual Content, Loss of Identity, Strong Language, and Really Mature Descriptions. Reader discretion is advised.

Hope's Peak Academy
Basement – Execution Chamber

"Good morning, Makoto~! It's time to rise and shine~!"

Makoto Naegi, resident Ultimate Luckster, slowly blinked his eyes open.

What the…? his mind sputtered awake. Who's—Who's there…?

Then, his eyes grew about as wide as a gumball.

He was being suspended in the air, courtesy of a bunch of robot arms he'd never seen before. The room he was in was small and boxed-in, with nary an exit to be seen (which was expected, given the prison that Hope's Peak Academy had become).

And even worse… someone had stripped him of all his clothes. His hoodie, his jacket, his jeans; nothing was stopping him from being laid bare.

His face immediately and tremendously heated up.

"EHHHHHHHHHHH!?" he shrieked. "Wh-Wh-What's going on here!?"

"Puhuhuhuhuhuhu…! Surprised?"

As if on cue, Monokuma popped up in front of him.

"I was waiting aaaaaaaaall morning to see your lovely reaction, and man, you do not disappoint! If your screams were any higher, you could hear it from the planet Uranus! Get it? 'Cause your anus is on display right now?"

Since the ground appeared to be far below the both of them, Monokuma had descended onto the scene with a bungie cord around his waist. As usual, he was wearing a massive grin on his face, completely at odds with the absurdity of the situation.

Makoto struggled in the arms' grip.

"Monokuma! Is—Is this your doing!?" he shouted. "L-Let me go!"

"No can do, my fine flagpole-fanning friend!" the bear giggled. "I've volunteered you for a little experiment of mine! You should feel excited; I don't do this for just anyone, you know!"

The Luckster looked nervous. "E-Experiment…?"

"Well, I say 'experiment', but if I'm being honest…" His red eye glinted maliciously. "…it's really more of an excuse to execute you."

Makoto's blood went cold.

No.

No.

No.

No!

No, this can't be happening, this can't be happening—!

"You… You can't do this…!" he said, horror written all over his features. "I haven't done anything! There hasn't even been a Class Trial!"

"Does it really look like I care?" Monokuma replied. "You've been a pain in my behind from day one. You and your stupid hope and your stupid luck and your stupid, irritating detective—"

He swung closer to Makoto's face.

"Did you really think I wouldn't see right through you and Kyoko?" he hissed. "I know she stole from me, and I know you helped her distract me. Oh, she was clever… but not clever enough."

"So… that's why you're executing me?" Makoto said, breathless. "You're gonna break your own rules… just to get back at her!?"

"That's riiiiiiiiiiiight! Lucky for you, though, I'm a merciful bear. You won't die, but… well, you're not gonna be Makoto Naegi for much longer."

The sound of something whirring brought the boy's eyes looking down.

Much to his surprise, a humongous ice cream container was sitting right beneath him. The lid was being peeled off by a bunch of robot arms, same as the ones holding him captive that instant – and inside the container itself was this swirling soup of liquid chocolate; much too plentiful for any one person to be able to consume totally.

"So you see," the Headmaster began to explain, totally oblivious to his student's gawking, "a while back, I stole a bunch of candy from the Ultimate Confectioner, and then I gave it to one of my minions to play around with. Eventually, she managed to come up with this: chocolate that's so warm and sweet, it can melt your entire identity off!"

"Wh-What does that even mean!?"

Monokuma cackled.

"It means this chocolate can turn you into someone else!" he revealed. "And I'm gonna dip you in it 'til you've become totally reborn!"

More quickly, he babbled, "Side effects include: a boosted libido, a rockin' bod, an extra craving for despair, a pair of massive boobs, a bootylicious ass—"

Makoto started struggling even harder.

"No! I won't accept this! I can't!" Sweat poured down his forehead as the implications of this flashed through his mind. "Everyone's gonna notice I'm gone! I have to—I have to get back to them—!"

"Eh, who cares?" Monokuma shrugged. "They'll forget about you, in time. I'm 'bout to turn you into someone infinitely more interesting anyway, so I'm sure they won't mind!

"Now then, enough bungie-ing around! Everyone's waiting for this moment, so let's get this very special punishment underway! It's… PUNISHMENT TIME!"

And with that command, the robot arms proceeded to slowly lower Makoto into the vat of death below.

The Luckster gulped.

There wasn't any way out of this.

Try as he might, he couldn't break the arms' ironclad hold.

And even if he could… all that would happen was that he would plunge straight into the container anyway.

There's nothing I can do about this, so… He gulped. Here's hoping this isn't as bad as he's saying…!

As Makoto was continuously lowered, he couldn't help but shiver and blush at the cool breeze blushing past his body. He couldn't at least let me keep my underwear on!?

Once he reached the bottom, however, the robot arms… halted in place.

For a moment, he was confused, and then a little hopeful. Was this a malfunction? A sabotage?

…well, that didn't matter, 'cause they abruptly let him go right after.

His eyes went wide, and he stumbled into the vat arms and legs first.

"Aah—aaaaaaahhhh—!?"

The chocolate was as warm as promised. It seeped into his feet in no time at all – soon, they had shrunken down, arching upward and emphasizing his narrowed heels. As more of his appendages were consumed, the skin on them likewise became softer and much more delicate—

—something which also carried over to his hands, which were sinking just as fast. Daintier, more slender fingers made up his digits – and they came with lengthened nails, too; nails with red varnish inexplicably coated on them (not that he could really see from his current angle).

"No, no—!"

Desperately, Makoto attempted to pull his hands out. "Eugh, wh-what is this? I'm—I'm stuck!?"

Though he tried his best, the fudge kept pulling him further and further in. This led his legs to slim significantly, removing what little fat existed in his calves. Now, they were super smooth, almost athletic; and as a bonus, he actually rose close to four inches (as opposed to falling, as one would normally expect from these type of things).

And once he sank to his elbows and thighs, the process only accelerated. His arms grew leaner and cleaner to match his hands, and his thighs were left as absolutely plump—'pillows for the soul' was a pretty apt description for them, actually.

His breath became heavier, sweat dripping down his reddening face.

"O-Ohhhh…" he groaned.

Wait… Something's wrong…

This feels… actually good? Like, really good?

I—I didn't think that melted chocolate could feel so… alluring, but…

He shook his head.

"What am I thinking!?" he scolded himself. "I… I have to… resist this!"

True to Monokuma's barely-comprehensible ramblings, the gel had the particular side effect of making him sexually aroused. His body was heating up, his crotch was standing stiff; everything about this seemed designed to force him past his limit, and he was hating it.

(…just as much as he was beginning to love it.)

Eventually, with enough effort, he managed to pry his arms free of the fudge. He looked at them in concern – they and his legs were thoroughly coated in the stuff, and if he didn't figure something out soon, the rest of him would be, too.

"Come on…" he grit his teeth, trying to trudge his feet toward the nearest wall. "I can't… give in here…!"

"Going somewhere, Makoto?"

All of a sudden, Monokuma dropped in and slammed right on top of Makoto's back. The poor Luckster was sent lurching back down, his face unceremoniously landing on the candy's surface.

"Puhuhuhuhu!" the Headmaster giggled. "Sorry, but I can't have ya going anywhere! You might miss out on the big event!"

"Hurgh…! M-Monokuma!?"

"Honestly, you don't appreciate just how good you're having it. The way you were bending over, it makes me want to publish this as one of those good 'ol-fashioned doujins! Speaking of which…"

He leered at Makoto.

"…how 'bout I show you what those are all about?"

The bear disturbingly whipped out a strap-on dildo, dipping in the chocolate several times until it was absolutely dripping with it. Then, he strapped it between his legs, put his paws on Makoto's back cheeks…

…and started plunging the dildo into Makoto's ass, over and over and over again.

His irises shrunk.

A mighty scream exited his throat as equal parts pain and pleasure coursed through his body. The chocolate, being pumped rapidly into his anus, got to work: his buttocks expanded at an alarming rate, pulsating with fat in tandem with Monokuma's thrusts. This also had an effect on his hips, pushing them out and thereby giving him the first half of a curvaceous figure.

As this happened, his limbs jolted and splashed all about in panic.

Tears streamed down his eyes. "S-STOP IT! STOP, PLEASE! STTTTTTTOOOOOOPPPPP—!"

Alas, Monokuma wasn't about to listen. All Makoto's cries did was make his voice hoarser and the pain even worse.

Globs of brown began to dot his face. His cheeks collapsed and softened, and his chin sharpened to a narrow point. His nose, too, shrunk and became less pronounced

Blonde splotches slowly took over the brown in his hair, and several locks trickled down in large plumes; his ahoge also receded, as if to accentuate just how much he had changing from his old, boyish self.

"Now, that's what I'm talking about!" Monokuma cackled, even as his ill-gotten sex toy plunged deeper and deeper into his 'student'. "So tell me, how ya feelin', how ya feelin'? You ready to beg for despair yet?"

The Luckster grit his teeth. "I—I won't…!" he said, voice cracking in pitch. "I won't… give in…! It doesn't matter… what you do… Hope… m-m-moves… f-FORWAAAAAARD!"

(But that didn't save your friends from dying now, did it?)

Meanwhile, his torso was shifting around as well. Being pressed up against the chocolate, it was contorting and caving in to an absurdly feminine degree. What little muscle existed on his thin physique soon faded, to be replaced with a toned stomach and curves that any girl would kill to have.

As for his crotch… well, being covered entirely by chocolate wasn't exactly doing it any favors. The severe stimulation left it aching to be throbbed—

—which, thankfully(?), his frantic spazzing worked well enough for.

His breathing increased in speed and intensity. His mind was fraying, straining to think beyond the influx of masochism and despair.

"URA… URA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-AHH—!"

This… hurts… This hurts… so much…!

But… something about it… makes me want…

so—

much—

more of it—!

Finally, Monokuma got bored with screwing him. He abruptly pulled out without a warning, eliciting another cry from Makoto's lips—which, by this point, were decorated red and glossy in appearance.

"Man," he sighed, "even after all of that, you're still as snoretastic as shit! You're like a guacamole that's been in the sun for so long, it doesn't know what the last decimal of Pi is!"

He turned the Luckster over, letting him lay on his back instead of on his stomach.

"C'mon, Makoto. Look at you! A body like the one you're getting isn't suited for hope at all. You'll save yourself a lot of trouble if you just accept my generous offer here~"

Makoto shut his eyes, feeling something burn behind his lids. When he opened them again, his hazelnut orbs had become a sparkling sapphire – which, naturally, were complemented by him gaining elongated eyelashes.

He coughed. "Like hell… I will… I—I swear… your t-tricks… wo-won't work… o-on m-m-m-m-me…!"

As he spoke, his neck began to slim—and with it, his Adam's apple. Each word that exited his mouth came out sultrier and sultrier as a result—until finally, he had a voice that was undeniably sensual and feminine; the type that send chills (and thrills) down any man's spine.

He froze.

"Wh-Wha…? My—My voice…?"

No way…! It sounds… it sounds—

—just like a girl's!

…'like a girl's'…

Oh god… That's what he's doing to me, isn't it?

I'm becoming a girl… A beautiful, sexy bombshell of a girl…

(And it feels… so exciting…!)

"Finally getting it?" Monokuma rhetorically asked. "It doesn't matter how much you try to deny it—in the end, every heart returns from the despair whence it came! And here's more proof!"

He briefly dipped his ass in the chocolate, before proceeding to sit right on Makoto's dick.

Makoto's screams once again lit up the room – except this time, there was an element of paradoxical pleasure in them. His dick, tortured for so long, let out its last hurrah, expelling massive amounts of cum from its tip—

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM—! AH! AH! AAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH—!"

—and not a minute later, it began to shrink into nothing.

While all of this was going on, his spine bent into an 'S' shape, pushing out his ass and as-of-yet undeveloped chest. His bones cracked at all the restructuring going on—and inside, his internal organs sloshed about in a decidedly unmasculine manner.

Monokuma wiggled about sadistically. "Ahhhhhhhh… Hearing your screams from being washed away… that's the best kind of despair I could ask for!"

He leaned over the rapidly-changing boy, paws soaked in chocolate.

"And you love it too, don't ya?"

At this point, Makoto's body was undeniably feminine. His hourglass figure was fit for a model, with smooth curves, shiny skin; the works. He was also the proud owner of a glorious bubble butt, comfortably accompanied by some equally broad hips; both their thicknesses were rivaled only by his thighs.

And Monokuma was quick to make things worse: he pressed his paws against Makoto's chest, igniting a tidal wave of heat beneath his skin.

"C'mon, Makoto," the Headmaster teased—"admit it! I wanna hear it, straight from the horse's mouth! Don't leave me hanging!"

He drew circles around his pectorals, causing small bumps to slowly push themselves out. The boy could feel his senses heightening—it was becoming all too much for him.

Makoto bit his lip.

I can't do it… I can't resist any longer…

I know I should be fighting… I know I'm being viciously violated…

But…

But-but-but-but-but-but-but…!

It just feels—sooooo addicting—!

(And why wouldn't it?

You know that hope means nothing in this wretched place.

So why not embrace that fact, and soak in in the endless despair?)

A whisper.

"…I want despair…"

Monokuma raised an eyebrow. "Hmm? What's that? I can't heeeeeeear yooooooou~"

Breathless, Makoto continued—

"I want despair… I want it, I want it, I want it…!"He closed his eyes, barely able to speak. "I don't care if I lose myself to it now…! If I can just have more of this, I'll—I'll—!"

The bear grinned. "Yeeeeeeeeeeees?"

"…I'll gladly be your diva of despair…"

"Now that's what I like to hear."

Two muffled pops went off over Makoto's crotch. Both his balls had disappeared back into his body—

—and soon after, his swiveled member went with them.

WOOO-O-O-O-OOOP!

Makoto's eyes glazed over, and her mouth fell open with delight.

"Ohhhhh… OHHHHHH…! FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YESSSSSSSSSS~!"

At the same time, her budding breasts were blossoming beautifully. They were ballooning far past what the ex-Luckster had seen on any girl—and all the while, her body was being rocked with absolute bliss.

"Ahahahahahahaha…!" Monokuma cackled. "One more time, Makoto! Scream for me! How much do you want this!? How much!?"

She didn't even hesitate.

"You know my answer…!" she said. "Erase my old self! Erase that featureless, hopeless peasant from existence! I'll do whatever you want; whatever it takes!"

It couldn't be understated just how much ecstasy she was feeling. She swelled past practically every cup size—A-cup, B-cup, C-cup; it just went on and on.

She couldn't think of anything else now – like so many others before her, she had become a slave to despair's influence.

And where most would be frightened by the prospect…

Makoto—

—no, Junko embraced it.

"I'LL DESPAIR INTO NOTHINGNESS! I'LL DESPAIR INTO MY MEMORIES! I'LL DESPAIR INTO TOMORROW!

"So please…" she heaved.

"FILL ME UP WITH ENDLESS DESPAIIIIIIIIIIIIIR—!"

One final surge, and her bust at last reached its final stage: F-cups; a fitting size for the gorgeous fashionista she had become.

She screamed even more as huge spurts of cum came out of her vagina, the glory of a despair-induced orgasm making itself known for the first time. She itched and scratched at her tender parts, trying to make her euphoria last as long as possible—

—and as she slowly came down from her high, a shaft opened in the side of the container.

The melted fudge flowed out like a river, carrying Junko and Monokuma with it. They slid down a convenient ramp, whereafter they came to a stop.

"Ha… ha…" she breathed, eyes staring blankly toward the ceiling. "That was… a total rush…"

She laid there for quite some time, contemplating the 'execution' she had just experienced. She didn't even notice Monokuma getting off of her, disappearing to parts unknown.

"I can't believe… who I used to be…" she muttered. "Being a loser with such dull worries… Believing in hope over the freedom of despair… How could I… have been… so blind?"

Slowly, she sat up, her body still dripping with chocolate.

"I was so useless… so forgettable… but that's a thing of the past now."

She brought a hand to her mouth, giggling.

"And no one can stop me now…!"

At that moment, Monokuma decided to pop back in. Two hairclips were in his hands; one black, one white, and both themed after himself.

"Ah, look at you," he said—"sitting there all cutely, thinking about how dirty you are… you came out so perfect, it almost makes me want to cry in laughter!"

He held out the hairclips toward the girl.

"I had to leave for a little bit, but I've got a little somethin' for ya. Here; I think you'll like it."

The ex-Luckster took them into her grasp, and—almost instinctively—then started playing around with her hair. Her hands deftly moved around the long, soft strands until finally, she had them tied into two incredible flowing pigtails.

Monokuma looked at her eagerly.

"So, so? How d'ya feel, how d'ya feel?"

She got to her feet.

A mighty grin appeared on her face.

"Hahahahaha… Hahahahahahahaha!"

She lifted her head, crazed swirls spinning in her eyes.

"How do I feel…?" she asked.

"Abso-fucking-lutely fantastic!"

"Being Makoto Naegi was so overrated… being Junko Enoshima's where it's at, baby! The Ultimate Fashionista, the Ultimate Analyst, the Ultimate Despair—who needs luck when you can be all of that and more!"

She put both her hands over her chocolate-covered breasts, relishing in just how large they were.

"Mmmmm… I'm so fucking sexy… These boobs, these curves… I'd be a fool not to notice it for myself."

She gave them a squeeze, immediately beginning to drool right after. Pleasure tingled down her spine and exposed vagina; not as much as before, but certainly still noticeable.

She could do so much with this body: bring boys to their knees, reduce girls into crying messes…

"…and it's all mine," she said. "All mine. I can masturbate for days and not get tired. I can catch anyone's eye and make them bend to my will. In fact…"

Her cheeks glowed a luminescent red, evident of the list going through her brain.

"…I wonder what Kyoko's doing right now. Is she looking for me? Scared for me? Or did she never care for me at all?" She licked her lips. "Ah… the anticipation is practically killing me!"

She strutted on forward, one hand on her hip.

"Puhuhuhuhu… I'm going to have a fun time breaking her down to pieces. Her and Hina and Hiro and everyone else… I'll teach them all just how powerful despair can be!"

Monokuma looked approving. "As I expected to hear from the second Junko Enoshima!" He started walking away. "Well, I'll leave you to it. The whole school's your oyster now! Do what you want! I'm not gonna stop you!"

And with that, he took his leave for the last time.

This world would be forever scarred. Its second Ultimate Hope never had a chance to be; in his place, there would instead be another Ultimate Despair. Another Mastermind to render the world asunder.

From here, who knows how things would go. Was all hope lost for good? Was every future doomed to fall?

Either way, though… one thing was clear:

Junko Enoshima was here to stay.

(Yes, chocolaty is an actual word, according to Google.)

Wanted to write a quick TF/TG one-shot. Decided it was 'bout time I did another Danganronpa one – and with Junko, to boot.

I don't have a lot else to say for this one – this was simply a fun exercise, made to clear my mind after a different fic started taking a little too long to write. Writing the transformation and the end sequence got a little tricky – I had trouble getting it to flow right, at points – but overall, I like how everything turned out.

I'm almost jealous of Makoto right now, actually. Mmm… what wouldn't I give to be a nude, chocolate-covered Junko Enoshima…

Well, that's all for now – see you around!