Chiaki's Gaming Party (Part 5) (Patreon)

(Girl to shirt TF)

(Danganronpa 2)

It’s been a few hours since Chiaki’s party had started, and despite the girl’s worries about whether her non-gamer friends would like it, it turned out to be a success! Sure, it was a rather small celebration with only three of her friends, but it was still a lot of fun!

…After a few races in Mio Kart, however, one of said friends suddenly stood up and did some light stretching. “Oh, are you already leaving, Akane?” Peko curiously asked as she and everyone else present looked up at the brunette.

“Nope, just need to move my body around a bit… All this gaming’s fun and whatnot, but all you do is move your fingers, yeah…? You three can play the next round without me, be back in five mins!”

“W-wait, I’ll go with you!” Chiaki stood up, causing her classmates to look at her in shock, which… perhaps wasn’t the nicest reaction to have, but was also the most understandable one - it was no secret that the girl wasn’t the most athletic, something anyone would see if they just looked at her PE grades.

“That’s the spirit! Gotta move your legs and arms around every now and then, or you’ll get back pain from just sitting on your butt all day!”

“Y-yeah, if you say so…” The Ultimate Gamer responded weakly as she took off her hoodie and threw it onto a random chair - it was pretty hot outside after all, and she just put it on an hour or so ago…

To be quite clear, the reason why Chiaki even thought about going with Akane wasn’t as much based on her health worries, as it was simply the fact that… the brunette’s ultimate talent was more or less the exact opposite of hers, which led to the two being… a bit less acquainted with each other, and what’s the best way to bond than some small talk while they stretch around a bit, right?

What was the worst that could happen, right?

Whether it was simply Chiaki’s lack of coordination caused by a prolonged gaming session, or some other force at work (definitely not clumsiness gained by wearing that pink skirt of hers), the girl tripped over her own feet and was about to have an unfortunate meeting with the hard, wooden floor until…

“Got you!” Before actually hitting anything, Chiaki’s left arm was grabbed by the much quicker and more athletic Akane… or, well, the gymnast only really had the time to catch the sleeve, but still, her friend avoided face planting the ground! Quickly after, the gymnast pulled her friend closer but…

“O-oh, thanks, Akan– O-oh no…” Chiaki’s saddened expression matched her words to a tee, as both girls looked at the sleeve Akane had just grabbed… And grab she did, perhaps a bit too roughly, as it turned out, the woman had torn a hole in it!

“Do… do you have any replacements…?” Mahiru asked, looking away from the racing game.

“I-I don’t, but… I can just get a new one, I guess, not too hard to find a white collared shirt, h-heh…” Rather solemnly, the Ultimate Gamer chuckled before taking her ruined piece of attire off, Akane grabbing the girl’s shoulder to apologize before…

ZAP!!

The gymnast’s whole body flattened in an instant, not giving its owner even the slightest of chances to react as she lost all of her mobility, not even being able to breathe it seemed like, all the while she kept crumbling, seemingly without end… or at least that’s how it seemed from her perspective, for everyone else, and especially Chiaki… she was only holding her replacement - a similarly white collared shirt, this one with some brown accents sprinkled in where before they were dark blue, about to put it on after her current one was ruined… for some reason. Chiaki couldn’t exactly recall why or when it happened, but the reason didn’t matter as much as the fact that the shirt indeed had a hole torn in one of its sleeves.

C-chiaki?! W-why are you so big…? What the hell happened to me?! Why can’t I move?! Akane’s thoughts were a mess, to put it lightly. Her now much bigger friend didn’t seem too helpful either, just… looking at her, with a pretty neutral expression, and her eyes…

They were devoid of any emotion or recognition, how could that be…?

“Can’t believe I didn’t even notice the scratch… W-was this like that for hours…? Maybe days…? W-well, I suppose the hoodie covered it, so it wasn’t that bad…” With both Mahiru and Peko both focusing on their race, the Ultimate Gamer felt no shame about undressing, as she threw her current shirt off and promptly put on the backup, said backup not only confused, but also angry at this seemingly inhuman treatment.

W-what the hell, Chiaki?! W-what are you doing?! H-hey, don’t put your arms through my arms and– huh?! W-why’d they go through?! What happened to me?! The gymnast pleaded for some sort of answer, but nothing came… Nothing, except the weight of Chiaki’s boobs and bra she was currently holding alongside the rest of the girl’s upper body, of course.

And soon, the gamer put her blue hoodie back on, and joined her two best friends in a Mio Kart race, forgetting about her damaged shirt now that the new one was just as comfy and absorbent, perfect for all the sweat and salt she’d undeniably have to endure when hit with yet another blue shell…

*

Meanwhile, just outside of Chiaki’s room stood a certain Ultimate. One that… while invited to the party, was forced to refuse because of her duties. But now, she was done sorting out all the boring paperwork and able to join the 3/4ths of her class that were supposedly there as well… Hiyoko probably decided she was too good for it, as always…

Still, with her ever-present smile and optimism and wearing the same blue maid outfit she has since she became the homeroom teacher of class 77-B… Chisa Yukizome entered the dormroom.

4 girls left.

To be continued.