The Ultimate Hypnosis Tape (Dangan Bimbofication) (Patreon)

Hi folks!

How's things going out there? I hope everyone's doing well. I guess not much has happened over the past week for me to comment on, so I've been working away on writing (though I did get pressured to go see the new Dragonball Super movie, and it was fantastic).

This week's story is thanks to a very patient commissioner! I hope folks enjoy, and barring any mishaps I'll see you next week with the shorts before taking September off!

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“Right, so I know you have trouble following even the simplest of plans, sis…”

“That- that isn’t really…”

“So I’ve taken the liberty of writing this one down for you!” Junko pulled down a whiteboard from the ceiling of her room, unfurling it across the back wall that she kept empty and unfurnished for just this very purpose. Why did she have an unrolling whiteboard in her room? Because she was Junko Enoshima, Mukuro, try to keep up! “And this one’s in big, baby’s-first-reading-challenge letters, so even a dunce like you should be able to read it! … You can read, right sis? I forgot to keep track.”

“I- I- Y-yeah, but sister, you really shouldn’t…” Mukuro Ikusaba was the Ultimate Soldier, a peerless warrior that could, according to the creators of the series itself, defeat the Ultimate Swordswoman in a blade fight and the Ultimate Martial Artist in a fist fight. A top-level ace in the hole, absolutely OP to an insane degree, she was probably capable of crushing any opposition as soon as she was given the order.

But alas, for all of her skill, she would only ever be a soldier – a woman who followed the orders of the one who held her leash. And that leash was firmly in the hands of her twin sister, who had spent years psychologically breaking the woman so that she was utterly dependent on Junko’s every word. It had proven to be very effective.

“Right, so, step one!” As an example, here, the ruthless twin trampled over her sister’s protests without even seeming to notice them, ignoring and belittling her in one smooth motion. Flawless execution. “First, we get all the Ultimates to assemble in the gymnasium. Get them all in one, easy to squish place, get it?”

Mukuro paused, licking her lips nervously. “A-and then we… squish them?”

“What?” Junko blinked, and then smacked her nation-annihilating sister on the head with her pointer stick. “No, dummy! That’d be pointless! That’s just killing them nice and quick – they’d barely have any time to despair!”

“Oh.” The Ultimate Soldier slumped. “I just thought, because you said…”

The Ultimate Fashionista rolled her eyes. “Yes, well, we all know how bad you are at thinking.” The pointer returned to the whiteboard. “No, we’re going with something just a touch more intelligent than just squishing everyone (Seriously now…).” The tip moved down to the next line. “We’re going to show them all the Ultimate Hypnosis Tape!”

“…” Mukuro blinked. “Uh, the what…?”

Whack! Another smack to the noggin. “Come on, sis, keep up! The Ultimate Hypnosis Tape! You know, that secret project we’ve been working on for literally ages. I had to despair a whole bunch of people to make it, and then even more to test it! Here.” Junko pulled out a remote and pressed a button, a projector whirring to life from the roof above and shining a purple, twisting light down on the wall opposite whiteboard. “This Ultimate Hypnosis Tape, remember?”

“Ultimate… Hypnosis…” The black-haired soldier was staring, her eyes already starting to dilate as drool started to gather at the corner of her lip. The shimmering, swirling spiral spinning right before her eyes was just so beautiful, she couldn’t look awa-

Whack!

“Don’t look straight into the Ultimate Hypnosis Tape, dummy!” Junko turned her sister around with a roll of her eyes. “Honestly, just how stupid are you?”

“Oh. Um.” Mukuro stammered, rubbing her head as she came back to herself. Her brain felt numb and tingly. “S-sorry…”

“Well since you are so stupid, I’ll explain it for you.” The Ultimate Despair hid just how much she’d enjoyed seeing her sister slip into a brainless trance behind the glee of abusing her some more. “The Ultimate Hypnosis Tape, developed by the Ultimate Hypnotist and the Ultimate Director, before they oh-so-unfortunately fell into despair after accidentally watching their own product…” She sighed blissfully. “It has the power to hypnotise anyone who looks at it for even a fraction of a second! After five seconds of exposure, any viewer will be reduced to a completely mindless trance, where they’ll believe anything they’re told! It’s so powerful that it’ll even have physical effects – tell a body builder that they’re a meek little secretary, and they’ll turn into one! Tell an airheaded knight that she’s actually a kingdom’s serious knight and she’ll probably sprout a full set of armour right there and then! Tell a world famous novelist that they’re a serial killer and… Oh, actually, bad example. But you get the idea.” She paused, and then eyed Mukuro. “You do get the idea, right sis?”

“W-wait, how is that kind of thing p-possible, it doesn’t-”

“You do get it, right sis?” Junko loomed, and Mukuro crumbled.

“Y-yes! I get it! I do, sis!”

The Ultimate Despair nodded. “Good.” And then returned to the whiteboard, resuming her explanation of the plan. “So, we show all the Ultimates the Ultimate Hypnosis Tape, trance them all, annnd then we convert them to Ultimate Despairs instead~”

“But I thought you were the-Mmph?”

Junko held her hand over her sister’s mouth. “Mukuro. Sister. Twinsy. I know we’re getting very excited over our great evil scheme here, but I still don’t want you getting in the habit of saying what you were about to say, you know? You never know if Kigiri’s lurking around the corner with a microphone, after all, and her finding out my real ability would be really bad for all of our plans, right?”

The Ultimate Soldier’s eyes widened, and she nodded quickly. “Mmm Meddm.”

“Good.” She released her. “Anyways, don’t worry, I didn’t mean literally make them into the Ultimate Despair, I’m the only real Ultimate Despair…”

“Wha- But you just said-?”

“Keep up, Mukuro. Anywa, I just mean fun stuff like turning Hina into a lazy fastfood worker, or Hifumi into a fashion model, or dear Celestia into a nameless NPC… You know, give them despair by turning them into their antithesis, that kinda thing.” She pulled out a pen and started adding notes to the board. Now it read:

Step 1: Gather Hope's Peak Ultimates into Gymnasium

Step 1.1: Show them all the Ultimate Hypnosis Tape

Step 1.1.1: Anyone who sees the Ultimate Hypnosis Tape will be in a trance in five seconds or less.

Step 1.1.1.1: In that trance, they'll believe anything you say, and transform themselves to fit, how great is that?

Step 1.2: Turn them all to despair. Maybe, I dunno, turn Kyoko from the Ultimate Detective to the Ultimate Gullible Scam Victim? Ohh, turn Byakuya into a common street whore! Leon wants to be a rockstar, let’s turn him into a groupie! Sayaka can be a dull couch potato, and Makoto – oohhh, Makoto Makoto Makoto Makoto Ma~

(Her text continued off the side of the board. She liked Makoto. His luck made him hard to predict.)

Step 2: Broadcast new Hope's Peak inverted ultimates to the world. Induce despair

Step 2.1: Broadcast hypno video as well to really get things going

Step 3: ???

Step 4: DESPAIR!

“Why is step three just a bunch of question marks?”

“Old memes, my poor, dumb, delinquent sister!” Junk patted her on the back – or slapped her on the back, at least. “That and I figured we’d just wing it at that point, see what turned out. It’ll be fun!”

“Oh. Okay.” Obviously, there was no way Mukuro would be questioning her sister’s plans, though her eyes did linger on Makoto’s name for a while. She liked the Ultimate Lucky Student too, after all, though it was for slightly more romantic interests than Junko. Still, the Ultimate Despair had her claws too deeply into this soldier for her to ever disobey her orders, even for his sake. “So where do we start?”

Junko chuckled, brushing one of her blonde twintails back as she stuck her hands on her hips. “Well that’s obvious! First things first, I’m going to need you to slaughter the morning announcement staff, and-”

Knock knock!

“Huh?” Both twins turned at the unexpected knock at the door – only for both to realise their mistake a moment too late. Junko had never turned the Ultimate Hypnosis Tape off after all (she’d been planning to trick Mukuro into looking at it again and messing with her some more) and now both of them were staring right at it…

(One might ask, why had she installed a projector in her room to show off this spiral? Because she was Junko Enoshima, bitches! And crap, this time her propensity for going the extra mile had bitten her in the ass.)

Both of them tried to react, of course – Junko reaching for the controller in her pocket in a desperate grab at retaining her sense of self, while Mukuro calmly drew a pistol and planned to shoot the projector itself, protecting her sister from its sinister power. Unfortunately, neither quite made it – the controller hanging loose in Junko’s hand, thumb poised just over the button, before it slipped from her suddenly slack grip, while Murko’s pistol stayed pointing at the ground, never rising anywhere near to aiming at its target. Indeed, it was the only thing that got hit in this room – drool splashing down onto it in the Ultimate Soldier’s grip, after running down her slack jaw.

The pair simply stood there, mouths hanging open, arms dangling at their sides (or in front of them, in Mukuro’s case, her grip on her gun lasting even as her mind descended into silence). Their minds fought, briefly, but it was like trying to fight the tide with a spade – the Ultimate Hypnosis Tape just washed over their desperate attempts at resistance with little more to show for it than a froth of foam, and swept their old selves away. Ever so briefly, both twins felt a calm, relaxing blankness settling over their minds as their thoughts were sucked out of their heads, cast into the oblivion of the spiral… And then there was nothing but brainless emptiness.

In less than five seconds, both halves of the Ultimate Despair Sisters had been completely neutralised, left drooling and blank, their eyes filled with colourful purple swirls. Huh, maybe they weren’t that tough after all.

But no, it would be silly to think that. After all, they were merely entranced – mindless for the moment, yes, but that was a state of affairs that would only last for as long as that spiral stayed on. Once it shut down, both would be back to normal, and Junko would probably blame Mukuro for making such an elementary blunder, before going straight back to her plans.

Unfortunately for the Ultimate Despair, things wouldn’t quite turn out that way.

Knock knock!

“Uh, hey, Junko? Mukuro? Are you guys in here?” The voice of one Makoto Naegi called, an note of concern obvious in his tone. “Sorry, it’s just I thought I heard shouting, and… Uh… Is everyone okay?”

Obviously, there was no response. Both ladies had heard him loud and clear, but since there had been no commands in his call to fill their empty noggins, they just stood there, eyes swirling, drool dripping. Silence filled the room.

“Oh jeeze. Uh. Maybe I should go get someone. I- Huh, wait, is this door unlocked?”

It shouldn’t have been. Mukuro was usually completely on point with operational security, and always checked that there wouldn’t be any interruptions when she was meeting with her sister to discuss her plans. Unluckily, today of all days, the pin in the lock hadn’t quite caught, and Junko had dragged her sister over to brag about her schemes before she could conduct a proper security check. So, by freak chance of fate, the handle turned over, and the door swung open.

“Oh!” Makoto stepped in, only to freeze in shock as he saw the two twins standing across the room from him. “Ah, s-sorry guys, I didn’t think you’d be… Uh. Guys?” Then he paused, frowning, as neither woman moved, or even acknowledged his presence. Instead they were staring at the wall behind him. Was there something there? Curious, he turned to look…

Only to accidentally stumble over a discarded dress (Junko’s room always looked like a tornado had hit it) and tumble head over heels forwards instead, accidentally missing his chance to lose his mind to the spiral as well. How unlucky of him.

Instead, when he looked up, he found himself looking between the two mindless ladies, directly at the whiteboard they had been studying not a few minutes before. “Huh? What’s this?” He blinked as he found himself reading. “Ultimate Hypnosis? What- Wait, what were you guys up to in here?!”

Now, Makoto Naegi was an optimistic sort. There was a reason why he would, in another timeline, earn the title of Ultimate Hope. He was always ready to believe the best in people, especially his friends, which he certainly considered Junko and Mukuro to be…

But even he found it a bit difficult to seeing the bright side of a scheme clearly designed to throw the world into chaos. Despair was very much not his forte, and this whiteboard had it writ large all over it – both figuratively and literally. This… This would actually be monsterous to pull off!

And yet, judging by the way both women were still standing blankly in front of him, drooling mindlessly, he could only assume that the ‘Ultimate Hypnosis Tape’ did exactly what it sounded like. And if what was written here was true, then…

He bit his lip. He definitely needed to do something about this, right now. Put a stop to all this, before it got started and people got hurt! Although, could this tape really do what the whiteboard said it could?

… He paused and thought about it. He could test it. He had two perfectly good test subjects right here. And if it did work, they had definitely earned what was coming to them. But still, it felt a little off. Would it really be okay for him to just do whatever to them? Surely there were some ethical lines he should be careful about here.

On the other hand, no one was going to know, were they? And if their plan was this extreme, surely there wasn’t a limit to the punishment he should inflict. Besides, if he put a stop to them now… Didn’t he deserve to have a bit of fun with it? He’d be saving the world! Yeah, he’d definitely earn a bunch of karma points for that.

Ah, what the hell. He could be a little selfish, for once in his life.

Turning to Junko, carefully keeping his eyes away from where he assumed the spiral to be, he leaned in, considering his words. She was definitely the ringleader here, he was sure. That whiteboard was entirely her style, and this was her room after all. She was the one he needed to deal with first. He whispered straight into her ear. “Junko – you are… You are my happy, dumb, bimbo housewife who – who loves hope, and doesn’t know the first thing about despair!”

The words shot straight into the Fashionista’s soft, accepting brain, and drew a gasp as they sank straight to her core. Concepts so foreign and alien to her – Happy? Bimbo? Housewife? Hope?!?! – merged with her at a fundamental level, becoming her truth in a way that she could never describe, corrupting and conquering her heart, mind and soul in a flash of hopeful light.

The idea of Junko Enoshima, hopeful bimbo housewife, was anathema to her, wrong in every way, but there was nothing she could do to resist! Those were the words that bound her, that shaped her, that defined her now – and anything that didn’t fit the new her was being cast out the door. It was a change so fundamental, so grand and monumental, that her utter certainty of its truth warred with reality…

… And won.

Purple energy crackled around the (soon to be former) Ultimate Despair as she moaned, spiralling eyes rolling up in her head, Makoto’s words echoing in her mind.

Happy…

A well of undiluted joy bubbled up in her heart, her blank, drooly, slack-jawed expression slowly curling up into a bright smile, as though she’d just experienced the ultimate despair of have her plans so completely ruined that she’d never be able to recover…

Dumb…

Another moan, louder than the one before, spilled from her smiling lips as she felt her brain start to shrink – metaphorically, if not literally. Huge concepts, devious schemes, incredible analytical abilities… all of that was far too smart for someone as dumb as her, so it had to go. All of it sloughed away, practically steaming out of her ears as her brain fried itself into utter stupidity, followed by her knowledge of fashion (So long, Ultimate Fashionista!), her excessive collection of personalities (Sorry Queenie, just too dumb to wear the crown now!), and a good chunk of her basic literacy and numeracy. By the time her hypnotised ass was done dumbing herself down, the only way she was counting to twenty was if she used her twin’s fingers as well as her own.

Bimbo…

Already rendered positively moronic by the last word, now Junko’s twisting reality set about making sure her body was just as fitting as her mind. Her chest, already pretty damn stacked, began pouring in extra, her breasts swelling up with a crackle of purple that burst through her fashionable gyaru getup without missing a beat, leaving her standing with a mostly bare top, and a heavy set of perky melons out on full display. Her tie, normally hanging loose, vanished between them into her new canyon of cleavage, never to be seen again save by the bravest of explorers.

And her ass, having no interest in being left out, plumped up too, a swirl of purple energy snapping around her hips as they spit her skirt straight in two, and sent her fashionable lacy panties shooting off into the corner when the elastic broke.

Housewife…

But the biggest change came next, as the mantle of a devoted wife and home carer descended upon her. The role would have been utterly laughable for Junko a minute ago, but now it was all she could ever think of being. A loving, caring, dutiful woman who cooked, cleaned, and cared for her beloved Makoto however he desired! A little on the dim side, perhaps, but who needed brains when you had a wonderful hubby to think for you~? Yes, that was what she was, and all she would ever be!

And given that fundamental truth, this ripped and torn and slutty outfit just wouldn’t do at all! Her body was for her darling Makoto (and maybe anyone he wanted to share it with~), not for others to enjoy! So her famous gyaru fashion shimmered with purple light, and then was replaced by a lovely pink summer dress, with a white lace apron tied around her middle and a neckline that offered a little peak into her cleavage, just to show off her hubby’s property, and pink high heels on her feet to give her proper posture. A tray of fresh baked cookies even appeared in her hands to complete the look.

There. A housewife, through and through. Even Chisa Yukizome would find it hard to compete with her on this front~

And then, of course, there was the final word.

Hope…

Hope and Despair. The two unpredictable forces that had dominated Junko’s life for as long as she could remember. Despair was her birthright, it came as naturally to her as breathing. Hope had always been far more difficult, far harder to reproduce. Despair, in its way, was easy – it was simply accepting that things were bad, and would never be better. You couldn’t be hurt by despair, because you were already hurting yourself. Hope, though…

Hope was hard. Hope meant you accepted that you wanted things to be better, and that you might be disappointed. It meant opening yourself up to that let-down. To that pain. Hope was a hard thing to carry. But now, she had no choice.

Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate Despair, vanished, dissolving away and sucked out of her own head, down into the oblivion of the spiral. And in her place, Junko Enoshima, Ultimate Hope, rose, bright and sunny, ready to bring joy and hope to all~

Makoto stared at the reborn woman with an open mouth. Holy crap! She’d just been utterly transformed by just a few words whispered in her ear! The whiteboard list was true! And those cookies smelled delicious!

This was a lot to take in. Fortunately, he had time to think – Junko and Mukuro were still standing in an empty headed trance, though Junko was certainly smiling a lot more about her situation now. She had definitely been taken care of – there was a certain vapidness in her spiralling eyes that told him his command to make her a dumb bimbo had worked just as intended…

Which just left Mukuro. Obviously, the Ultimate Soldier couldn’t be left to do as she pleased. She would need to be changed too, for everyone’s safety. And after witnessing Junko’s change, Makoto was pretty sure he knew how to do that.

“Mukuro,” he said, whispering into her ear just like he had for her partner in crime, his voice more confident now that he knew what he was doing, “you are my personal bimbo cheerleader.”

Then he stepped back, and watched the magic work. He wasn’t disappointed – Mukuro had spent her whole life following orders to the best of her ability. She couldn’t have resisted this if she tried.

Personal…

This one was easy. Secretly, the dark-haired mercenary had been nursing a crush on Makoto since the first day she’d met him (something Junko had teased her mercilessly about). It was the work of a heartbeat to rewire her loyalty and love to the Ultimate Lucky Student, instead of her sister. From now on, she followed his orders, and no one else’s.

Despite the unhealthyness of such an arrangement, everyone on earth would probably agree it was a step up.

Bimbo…

The next word was harder, but Mukuro had momentum going now, and she wasn’t about to stop. With a mercenary’s rigorous efficiency and a soldier’s discipline, she set about scrubbing her own brain like she was polishing her boots, cleaning out every scrap of intelligence and information she had in her head. (Despite a lifetime of Junko’s taunts saying otherwise, there was quite a lot to get rid of.) And as she went, her body expanded on a similar track to her sister’s, her breasts swelling – absolutely destroying her Hope’s Peak standard issue blouse as they did so – and her ass turning heavy and plump. Her hair even turned blonde, and grew out into long twintails, making her look very similar to the bimbo beside her…

In fact, by the time she was done, there was very little to set the two apart, aside from a few freckles and their clothes. Both were smiling dumbly, drooling into their titanic tits, unlikely to think any thoughts deeper than a puddle ever again. A perfect pair of bimbo babes.

Cheerleader…

But it was the last word that would really define the new Mukuro. The instant it seeped into her core, she could feel herself change. New information, slow and simple like her, flowed into her small brain. A new, perky attitude took hold, banishing the stoic, serious, stuttering soldier and replacing her with an eager, giggly girl desperate to strut her stuff for everyone – and especially for Makoto.

And of course, just like Junko, her clothing changed. Her uniform, previously bog-standard and unremarkable, crackled with purple energy, and then rewove itself into a white tank top with a pink heart on it that was just big enough to barely contain her tits, and a blue-and-white skirt that would flip up to show her panties with every step she took. Pom-poms materialized in her hands, replacing the gun she held, and sporty sneakers found their way onto her feet.

The Ultimate Bimbo Cheerleader had been born.

“Wow.” Again, Makoto was in awe. He’d seen the serious soldier vanish, replaced by a bimbo cheerleader. There was no doubting the power of the Tape now.

There was just one test left. He had to turn it off – and see what the girls’ new selves were like…

Carefully, he bent down and picked up Junko’s dropped controller, fumbling about with it until he (by luck) turned off the projector overhead.

Slowly, the two new bimbos blinked, their minds coming back online – though much, much slower than they had once been. Someone had definitely ripped a few sticks of RAM out of their systems. But if they noticed that, neither showed it.

“Ohmigod! Darling, when did you get here?” Junko was the first to react, squealing and jumping in to hug her beloved hubby around the middle, pressing her boobs into his side while one free hand held her cookies steady over her shoulder. “Oooh, I hope you’re ready for some loving, because that’s all I wanna do~”

“Hey, hey, don’t be a hog!

We’re twin sisters, share that cock!”

Then with a cheer and a rhyme, Mukuro was pressing against him from the other side, and Makoto quickly found himself close to drowning in marshmallow hell.

“Hey, like, knock it off! He’s my husband, that means I get first dibs!”

“Sorry, I don’t wanna be a bore,

So flip me up and fuck me raw~!”

And he’d better get in front of this before some sisterly rivalry started up. Given what these girls had been getting up to before their mesmeric remodelling, it was probably best not to give them an excuse to start plotting again.

“Girls, girls,” Makoto spoke up, sliding his arm around both bimbos. “I’m sure we can work something out. How about we discuss it… back in my room?”

Junko blushed, her heart clearly racing. “Oooh, darling, so, like, totally daring! Well, if that’s what you wanna do~”

“If you say so then we’ll share,

I’m happy to stick my tongue down there~”

Mukuro seemed just as eager to follow his orders.

With a grin, Makoto steered the two stupid, curvy bimbos out of Junko’s room, and off towards their new lives as his loving harem. As he went though, part of him couldn’t help but think of the Ultimate Hypnosis Tape, and the potential it had.

Maybe a few more of his classmates might enjoy a viewing, after all…