16 - Kyoko Kirigiri - Golden Boombox

A voice familiar to most of the select students of Hope's Peak Academy crackled over the loudspeaker. For once, it wasn't the voice that everyone in school dreaded, the consistently devious headmaster, Monokuma. Instead, it was a voice that elicited the exact opposite reaction: it was recognizable as Makoto Naegi, the Ultimate Lucky Student. Makoto was known as either friendly and sweet or boring and harmless, depending on who you were talking to. That said, he was so unremarkable that suddenly hearing his voice crackling over the PA system was a bit of a shock. "Hello, hello! Testing, testing... How do I actually know if it's... Oh! Oh, okay, it's on. Umm... Hi!" The voice paused awkwardly, clearly biding time as it decided how to continue.

"Hi, Makoto!" Aoi Asahina, the Ultimate Swimmer, shouted back to the loudspeaker from the hall. She wasn't silly enough to actually think he'd hear her, but she did it cheerily on reflex. She was just too used to saying "hi" to Makoto.

Actually, she was walking the hall in a group of three such people. If you were to ask Makoto, he'd say that was no big deal, but any other warm-blooded male on Earth would probably think differently: the group of three included some of the most popular girls in his very exclusive class. In any other group, Aoi, with her athletic swimmer's figure, plump in all the right places and showing off her thighs in shorts as always, would surely be the highest scored by the types of guys who ranked knockouts. Instead, she was only the head-and-shoulders favorite if one liked the tan and sporty type.

Alongside her, the blue-haired and fair-skinned Ultimate Pop Sensation, Sayaka Maizono, covered her mouth in surprise. "Oh! So that's where Makoto got off to. It's not like him to be so hard to find around lunch." Consider her genial smile and her slender figure, it'd be hard to imagine many guys who would choose not to be around the prodigiously popular idol when she was looking to spend lunch with them.

Unlike the other two, the third woman didn't say anything at all. Instead, she focused her sharp eyes and attention on the loudspeaker as she crossed her arms in her purple leather coat, waiting for the shoe to drop. Kyoko Kirigiri, the Ultimate Detective, wasn't anywhere near as outgoing or friendly as Aoi or Sayaka, but between Makoto's efforts to get close to her and her own sharp intuition, she could be said to know him as well as any of them. She couldn't imagine what he was doing on the PA system. Had he been selected to give some kind of impromptu graduation speech? Was he filling in for someone? It was difficult to imagine someone as ordinary as him addressing an announcement to all of the eccentric Ultimates he attended school with.

That failure of imagination gave Kyoko an odd feeling. It was probably an abundance of caution owing to her profession... still, she sat with her uneasy feeling as she listened to Makoto stumble his way through his unprepared statement.

"So, sorry to bug everyone with this, but it's actually something I'm supposed to do to finish my Ultimate track. The thing is, for my last semester here, up until today, I've been looking for Monocoins around the school. Well, not really looking hard for them. It was supposed to be a test... of my luck, I guess? Anyway, today, at the canteen, I finally found the last one under a vending machine. I thought that was going to be it, but then I thought about it a little harder... You all know how there's something like a big prize machine in the cafeteria? It's been there since the start of the semester, but most of us were ignoring it for different reasons. It doesn't take regular coins, and nobody knows what's in it. I put two and two together, put some coins in, and rolled a prize."

Aoi and Sayaka had been lightly clapping for their hands for Makoto's achievements, although it wasn't big news to them. As far as any of them knew, collecting those coins was the only thing Makoto had been required to do as part of his lab. Furthermore, he'd talked as though he'd been collecting them at a pretty steady pace, so nobody was concerned that he was going to be on a **** search for them on the last day...

... Nobody except Kyoko. Privately, she'd been entertaining a suspicion that Monokuma had hidden those coins in an unfair contest with a twisted end goal. Maybe he'd make the last one impossible to find, then use it to make some point about hope and despair as he kept Makoto, who'd only gotten in on a lottery, from graduating with the rest of his friends? Instead, the lucky student had found them one after another at an even pace... Too even. Kyoko didn't really believe in that kind of luck, so there was only one conclusion: whatever was in that machine, the school's headmaster wanted him to have it.

Chasing these kinds of hunches was counterproductive to investigating this. After all, she'd gotten so lost in her thoughts, she'd hardly listened as Makoto reached what seemed to be the point of his announcement.

"- And the note said to come to the broadcasting room and play it, then wait. So, sorry for the long announcement of an announcement, heh! I'm just gonna hit play here, and we'll find out what the prize was together. Thanks for listening!"

Then, Makoto's speech explanation was over.

Then, music began to play.

Kyoko stared at the loudspeaker blankly. She wasn't personally keyed into popular music, so she had no idea what to expect. All she could remark on herself was the volume, which was loud enough to make the speaker cone visibly shake with the bass, and the lyrics. The lyrics were about women with big behinds and the men who wanted them moving. Definitely not appropriate for an educational setting. Was that the whole point? To humiliate Makoto with a prank?

That was all she could determine with her own limited information, so her next idea was to observe the reactions of her friends. Tapping her toe idly, she turned to Aoi and Sayaka...

As Kyoko joined Sayaka in watching with wide eyes of surprise, Aoi was shaking her hips with the music. It was a sort of simple, jerking movement, but it was way too pronounced be a simple reflex like Kyoko's toe-tapping. Aoi's big blue eyes were returning their surprise with some brief shock of her own before she cracked a laugh. She raised her voice so she could be heard over the thrumming beat. "What? It's catchy, isn't it? I don't get how you can hear music like this and NOT dance!" As if to illustrate her point, she got more into it, pumping her arms at her side as she gave her hips powerful thrusts from side to side.

Sayaka laughed along, although it was a bit nervous. "Well, that might be true... Maybe I'm the only one who has to be worried about being caught on camera doing it? Haha... It'd go viral in a second. J-just imagine if... I were to do something like that...!" The idol was no longer laughing. Instead, she'd taken a strange pose, spreading herself bowlegged while keeping her back straight. It seemed to be causing her some incredible exertion, causing her to sweat and grow red. "N-nope! I... don't even want to...!"

Aoi continued giggling as she tried out a new form. Instead of slamming her hips to either side, she began dipping her knees from one side to the other to make herself wiggle, using subtle turns of her heels and thighs to send jiggles through the dark flesh of her lower body. "Huh... fair enough. This type of dancing's really easy for an athlete. Since I've been going at the donuts lately, I've gotten a bit fatty... More weight to throw around down there! I guess it's not so easy for a skinny idol--"

"What? What was that?" Sayaka asked, suddenly peeved. She gave Aoi a new, competitive smile. "It sounds like you're underestimating idols by a lot. I practice dancing every day, you know? We have all kinds of complicated choreography, but I guess it's fine to freestyle like an ordinary person every now and then. It's... surprisingly easy!" As the young woman proved her words, keeping her hands on her knees, she began to shake her butt up and down. A glimpse of her pink panties and the surprisingly plump peach of her behind appeared and vanished with the beat.

Meanwhile, Kyoko put a pensive hand to her lips, watching the contest with bemusement. Whatever this was, Aoi and Sayaka were surprisingly good at it, and surprisingly uninhibited. They were alone in the hall right now, but if Sayaka continued her defenseless dance and someone showed up, they might manage to get some pictures worth a lot of money to a certain corner of the internet. And it wasn't like Aoi didn't have fans, as well... And Kyoko...

A strange thought entered the detective's mind.

She trained her lower body too, didn't she? Jogging for exercise, chasing culprits on the job...

The only thing that separated her from the other two was her discipline. But... if she set that aside... Her body...

Kyoko pushed that thought down. On instinct, she put her fingers in her ears to drown out the noise all around her as she continued to watch. Something was beginning to occur to her. A hunch, based on a rumor she'd heard on certain websites. She needed to see it with her own eyes.

She'd have to settle for that, anyway. With her fingers doing their best to block the music and the strange impulses that seemed to accompany it, it was no longer possible to hear Sayaka and Aoi trading competitive jabs or whatever they were talking about. As a result, she wasn't sure if it was coincidence that they'd turned to face the hallway window behind them and pressed their hands to it, working on wiggling their nationally-famous asses in time to the loudspeaker, both of them clapping...

... Wait. Clapping?

It wasn't just her imagination: the two girls' bodies had joined the clapping of the music.

Aoi had never looked as fat as she was constantly worrying over, likely due to her rigorous exercise and daily swimming practice. Now, however, she had a body that better matched her mental image, or at least a body part. Namely, it was as if every donut she'd ever eaten had taken up residence in her ass. She hadn't caught when it had happened, but the athlete's tan glutes had thickened, bulging out of her blue shorts to the point that peeks of the paler skin of a farmer's tan were beginning to spill from the legs. Her energetic motions sent her cheeks rushing up to meet each other with a clap Kyoko couldn't hear, but could practically feel. A body like that couldn't be hydrodynamic, but it seemed like her career as a swimmer was the last thing on Aoi's mind.

Speaking of careers impacted by a change, Sayaka was either going to have to get comfortable with larger skirt sizes or a different kind of dance. For now, signs pointed to the latter: the formerly feminine and slender idol was now on the same "womanly" track as her friend. Her pleated blue skirt was no match for the task of covering up her huge glutes, and her girly pink panties vanished like a thong into the crack between them, appearing only as a repetitive erotic tease as the famous idol threw it back in friendly competition.

Frankly, even if the two weren't shaking their asses off, the outfits they were wearing would make standing in public an indecent act. And, if Kyoko's hunch was correct, it was about to get worse.

As if on cue, it happened this time right in front of her eyes.

As Aoi began rolling her ridiculous hips in time with the fast claps of the inappropriate song, her blue shorts began tearing at the seams, losing the fight against the biggest ass Kyoko had ever seen on a human body. Glimpses of thin white panties could be seen below, although the detective expected that if things kept on this way, Aoi was probably set to lose both at once.

And, as if in confirmation of that theory, Sayaka's panties actually did tear from her body. The lacy fabric was tossed like confetti upward from the upward toss of the well-endowed idol's enormous cheeks. It drifted uselessly to the floor. This was getting out of hand... the glimpses Kyoko was getting an eyeful of now weren't just of an idol's panties, but of an idol's actual asshole, appearing and disappearing between the massive mountains of meat that Sayaka was throwing back.

And neither of them were stopping! How long would this keep going? Would those two be able to keep fitting in this hallway? Did Kyoko need to warn them to move to a lower floor?

No. At this point, Kyoko thought she understood what was going on, and if she was right, she'd have a hard time convincing them, even if she could speak clearly over this ear-splitting music.

Instead, what she needed to do was move.

She needed to move. Even if she couldn't do what the other two were with their bodies, if she planted her feet and started with her legs, she was sure she could make her own ass--

"--!!" Kyoko stopped herself in a bowlegged position, just like Sayaka had been a moment ago. Actually, with her fingers in her own ears, she must look even stranger. Maybe she should take them out, put them behind her head, and--

"--?!" When had she lost track of her own thoughts? She had to fight it... She had to maintain her discipline. No matter how exciting it'd be to lose herself... No matter how confident she was in her own ability, nor how much she wanted to prove it... No matter how great she'd look with an ass just like Sayaka's, splitting off her own panties and baring it to the world...

"I can't allow that to happen!" she reminded herself in her head. Her logic was strong. There was no logical benefit to giving into her impulses and swinging her butt until it became a head-turning dumptruck like her two friends, who were having so much fun and hardly seemed to mind it at all. She needed to save her friends... No, if her hunch was correct, she needed to save every woman at the school from becoming enticing pieces of fuckmeat, twerking their phat asses for every boy around and each taking her pick...

And she needed to hurry while she still had control of her brain! She needed to go see Makoto.

Somehow, with effort, she managed to close her legs from their braced, bowlegged gait. Even still, her body was screaming to bend at the waist, to experiment with a wiggle, just to try it. Leaving her two friends to their fun-- fate!-- she hurried down the hall, thankful she was managing to fight off the effects, paying no attention to her own well-filled skirt swinging proactively as she made her way...

Makoto sighed and crossed his arms, feeling ridiculous. Why, right now, he probably looked like the most ridiculous person at the school! The golden Monokuma-shaped device he'd received from the prize machine continued to blare as if taunting him... And yet, the note he'd received said he had to come to the broadcast room, lock the door, and play the music. He supposed graduating with his peers would have to be a good enough reward, but still... He'd come here thinking he was following a treasure map, but at the end, there was no trace of-

Suddenly, a knock came at the door. A loud one. "Makoto!! You need to let me in!" a familiar voice shouted, attempting to be heard over the noise.

"Kyoko?" Makoto asked, surprised at the urgency in her voice. "But the note said to lock the door--"

He heard Kyoko's loud sigh. "Did it say that exactly? Go in the room, play the device, and lock the door?"

"Yeah, basically--"

"So it didn't say to keep the door locked? Is that correct?"

Makoto laughed. He wondered if Kyoko realized the casual way she tended to turn simple conversations into logical cornering. "Okay, fair enough! I'll let you in, give me a sec." He walked over to the door, turned the knob, and--

Before he could exchange a greeting, apologize for the noise, or anything else, his friend stormed her way in, locking the door behind her and securing the first word. "There's a golden boombox in here, isn't there?" She'd asked the question, but she didn't wait for him to respond. Instead, she **** her way past him, pushing him into a wall to do so.

It wasn't that she was being violent; it was that the entrance to the broadcast booth was a small hall, and considering Kyoko's current state, their combined width filled it up pretty well.

Makoto watched, his eyes trained and his jaw dropped, as his friend's hall-hugging hips swung in time with the music. Makoto definitely hadn't spent a lot of time looking at his friend's butt-- of course not, heaven forbid-- but he wouldn't have been able to help it if she'd looked like this. There'd been jokes among the cruder guys about how Kyoko's super powers let her avoid panty flashes in spite of the way she dressed. The detective's dark uniform skirt had always been short, but now, it barely covered her broad backside.

Snapping himself out of the thought that he might be the first to see a school legend, Makoto finally connected that her sense of urgency and her strange new body must be related. After all, he'd been trapped in here with the music, so he'd gotten to hear the singer loop through lyrics about "dat ass" a few times now. "Don't tell me... Kyoko, did that music affect your body somehow? Ah, Kyoko-!"

The young man politely covered his eyes as his friend leaned over the console of the broadcasting room. Still, he was helpless to do anything but peek through his fingers. He was getting an immediate answer to that legendary question: Kyoko had, before today, presumably wore tight and low-riding dark panties. Even if people had been in a position to catch a glimpse, they'd probably blend with the dark shadows such that nobody would be able to clearly distinguish their form. Today, those same panties were not just low riding, but sliding. Incredibly, as Kyoko worked, she was shaking her impressive new butt in a way that looked effortless but was impossible to look away from. Each jiggle of her pale flesh seemed to send her strained panties a fraction of an inch down her body.

It was... a show for him, right? No, this had to be part of the same strange circumstances.

As if to confirm that thought, the ass Makoto couldn't tear his eyes from seemed to bulge out before his eyes. The fat of the cheeks was keeping him from seeing anything between, but the dark panties were essentially only covering the most private place at the bottom, now. He almost felt sorry for them as they thanklessly protected Kyoko's final dignity.

The detective, meanwhile, finally found what she was looking for. With a quick flick of her finger, she hit a knob on the console. The noise quieted down somewhat, which meant that the sound from the hallway was likely gone. "Thank goodness... Now, all that's left is to investigate the boombox itself." She paused, looking back over her shoulder. "Ah, Makoto. You can take a seat. I've already figured out what's going on."

Makoto gulped, moving towards the seat and trying with tremendous effort to put his eyes on Kyoko's usual, even face. "Sure thing. The boombox, uh... I'll turn it off so you can-"

Before he could reach for it, Kyoko swiped it from where it had been sitting. It was about the size of a toy or a trophy... Really, it was incredible such a small thing could make music like that. Then again, to him, the music had never seemed that loud. He wondered if it was the same for Kyoko.

Speaking of Kyoko, she was waiting patiently with her eyes on him. Apparently, she really did expect him to sit, so he did so, crossing his hands in his lap for modesty. He immediately regretted it; there was no way a detective like Kyoko would miss that movement, no matter how subtle. "What am I doing, being embarrassed in a situation like this? This has to be much worse for her."

If she was humiliated to be in this position, she was hiding it well, still standing with her bodacious backside to Makoto. She idly twerked for him as she turned the object over in her hand. "The golden boombox... I read a file on it once before, but I never expected to see it in a place like this. Have you heard the urban legend, Makoto? A magic device of unknown origin that expands the lower bodies of women and forces them to dance. I think whoever awarded this to you wanted to put you in a compromising position, or possibly test some quality of yours..."

Makoto gulped and tried to put his thoughts into coherent sentences. Kyoko wasn't looking at him. Was it alright to let his eyes wander? "Yeah, uh... I thought about that, too. I mean, is it crazy to think that maybe it was just a test of my luck? Maybe this was just one of a number of prizes, so getting this one was a way of demonstrating good luck?"

"Oh? That's a theory..." There was a strange edge in Kyoko's voice that Makoto didn't recognize, and he wondered what kind of face she was making as she paid the boombox so much attention. "So you consider this situation a pay-off of your good luck, do you? Even though I'm **** to perform for you like this? It must be nice to be so carefree."

"Ah, that's not what I...!" Makoto started to defend himself.

"No, nevermind. That's as good of a theory as anything. I'm not... complaining, exactly. I've been in worse situations than this." As Kyoko tried to reassure him, she raised the boombox in front of her eyes, inspecting the bottom of it carefully.

Speaking of inspecting bottoms, the young man was seeing his friend's get more and more absurd. The slender body that women around the school admired was a distant memory, eclipsed by a pale, constantly-wobbling meat mass that might make it impossible to work as a detective again. "Kyoko, do you... want my help?" He started to rise to his feet...

... But to his surprise, Kyoko hip-checked him with her soft and impossibly huge behind, knocking him back into the chair. "You were thinking of lending me a hand with my big problem, huh?" Kyoko gave a small, soft giggle. "I'd like to say 'help yourself,' but no... I've got this, Makoto. There's a lot to investigate here, so I'm going to go over it thoroughly and professionally."

"It's just... the button's obviously on top of the bear, right? You can just press it to-"

"Ah," Kyoko gasped as the device suddenly fell from her ordinarily composed grasp, clattering onto the floor. "Maybe I'm not myself today, after all. It's fine," she declared, tossing her hair over her shoulder and briefly showing him a faint smile. "Let me just bend over for this..."

She'd dropped the boombox so it skittered between her feet and behind her. Instead of allowing Makoto to grab it or turning around for it herself, however, she took a couple of steps back. Then, she bent down.

After that, what she did with the rest of her body was a distant afterthought for the young man. She might have been looking for that button, taking out a battery, or twiddling her thumbs, for all Makoto knew. As her avalanche of ass slapped onto the lap of the lucky young man who called himself her friend, she might have been shocked and mortified, or she might have been smiling, licking her lips... All of that was the realm of imagination.

Right now, Makoto just had one ridiculous thought. Could she feel it? Could a butt like that feel the relatively small pitch of a young man's pants as it threw, slapped, plopped, clapped, pounded against him like she was trying to turn him to dust?

He wasn't just feeling the incredible softness of Kyoko's ass, twerking and grinding on his lap less like a dancer and more like a performer. He was feeling and smelling (tasting?) the sweat of her workout, her effort. And her effort was paying dividends: if she didn't feel it before, he might be feeling it now. His lower body hadn't grown as impressively as hers, but it was uncomfortably erect. He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like... to unzip, let it out, and let the two of them touch... "Kyoko... th-the investigation... are you just about f-finished?"

"No, but don't worry about me. I could keep going for a while. On the other hand, it feels like I'm close to what I've been working so hard for... Maybe it won't take much longer?"

"Kyoko... y-you can't keep going... If you do, I'll...!"

The merciless bouncing didn't pause, but Kyoko went pensively silent for a while. For just a moment, it was easy to picture her calmly considering options with her usual cool demeanor, despite their situation. When she spoke again, it was in that even tone. "Makoto, what is it you think a woman wants from you, in this situation?"

Makoto wasn't in a position to think much about anything at all. "Uh... um... f-freedom? Help?"

Kyoko shot a disappointed glare back at him. "Appreciation, obviously. The golden boombox isn't making me stand in place and shake my behind. It's making me interact with you, perform for you. Is it that strange to think it's making me perform for you and try to excite you, specifically? If that's the case, you're dragging things out by failing to play your part. Is that intentional?"

"N-no, I... I guess your right... W-wow, Kyoko! Your logic is tight even in... a situation like this, huh...?"

"Of course," Kyoko declared, working a shrug into the roll of her humongous hips.

"But... I d-don't have any money on me... n-not even Monocoins, haha..."

"Not what a woman working her butt off wants to hear from the man she's working for."

"S-sorry..."

"A man has other ways to show appreciation in a situation like this, right? Think about my attitude... what I'm trying to get out of you... and come to the conclusion."

Makoto wondered if this had all been a trap for him, after all. Someone had taken advantage of his naivety to trap him in this room with Kyoko. Now, he was going to be **** to do something that'd probably drive a permanent wedge in their friendship, and... ruin everything, and...

... It was impossible to think! It was impossible to use any faculty of his brain or senses that didn't immediately address the giant white elephant in the room. "Kyoko... For just a second, I... I'm gonna get you to stop...!"

"I told youuu- ho!~"

Collecting firsts with his friend today, Makoto became the first person in school to hit Kyoko, the first person to touch Kyoko's ass, and the first person to hear her squeal at the same time. The young man's open palm connected with the unprecedented porcelain pillow of plush, punishable posterior in front of him, sending a quake through it like he'd never imagined and a visible shiver through the detective's spine.

The reaction seemed like a good sign! He tried it again. Not because he wanted to, of course. Because he had to!

Kyoko didn't allow herself to react that way again, but her body jolted like she'd been shocked with each impact. He could see she'd moved her hands in front of her mouth, and was likely using them to stifle further embarrassing noise. In spite of that body language, her monster of an ass didn't stop shaking for him, trying to tease out more punishment.

After another few slaps, which were beginning to leave a smattering of light prints as he put more of his back into it, she finally gave in. Wordlessly, still covering her mouth with one hand, she extended one arm behind her and handed off the boombox.

Makoto snatched it and hit the button for dear life. The world without music and a shaking ass felt momentarily so still, he thought he had died.

Then, Kyoko collapsed back onto his lap. Because he was still in the chair? He wasn't sure if that was the reason, but he could totally understand her exhaustion. Still... "Um, Kyoko... y-your, um... It didn't go back to normal..."

"Right..." Kyoko sighed between pants, her face red and frustrated as the events of the experience caught back up with her. "I read... it takes a while... Sorry, I just... need a second..."

Makoto didn't acknowledge that or object. Frankly, he was realizing this would probably be his last chance to feel the incredible sensation he was now. It was fine to indulge himself for a little while longer, right? Pressed under that overwhelming mass, lighter than it looked, but every bit as soft...

"... You're making a weird face," Kyoko commented, clenching her teeth as she **** herself off of him after all. "This... Y-you understand this doesn't leave this room, right? Actually, there will probably be a significant cover-up and media control operation from the school's administrators. What I'm saying is... You aren't responsible, Makoto, but you shouldn't tell anyone about what I- I mean, what you did. For your own safety."

The young man only laughed good-naturedly. "Of course I'm not gonna tell anyone! You're my friend, Kyoko. You weren't doing that because you wanted to, right?"

"... Right," Kyoko agreed. Her tie was perhaps the one article of her clothing not disturbed by her transformation, but she straightened it self-consciously. "It's not just me, though. Aoi, Sayaka... all of them were unwilling victims in this."

"... Aoi and Sayaka were changed like that too?"

The detective raised an eyebrow. "Well, yes, that was the point of the culprit making you turn on the loudspeaker. I imagine every woman in our class was affected." She paused, her purple eyes digging into him for a moment. "You... don't need to think about that quite so hard. Actually, Makoto... While this dies down for a bit, I think it's best if you stay in this room. I'll clear things up with everyone. We don't know the intentions of the culprit responsible for this, or how any of the women affected might try to take **** on you."

"Okay, but maybe I could at least see them to apologize-"

"Don't worry about Aoi, or Sayaka, or their bodies. I insist," Kyoko stressed a bit more sharply.

"Y-yeah. You're right. I'll... see you later, Kyoko."

She gave him a smile. That could be friendly or forgiving. He wasn't sure which, and she wasn't saying. But still, that ambiguous air of mystery suited her better than the odd teasing she'd been **** to subject him to. He watched her turn to leave with appreciation, watched her unlock the door, and considered what he'd do to pass the time during his **** incarceration... Would Kyoko really **** him to stay here?

As it turned out, she would.

Kyoko's hips had barely fit when she entered the room. Now, they fit just well enough to let her in the door, and not well enough to let her leave it. The sides of her squishy hips were wedged tightly into the doorframe, leaving her presenting a helpless (if still) encore presentation of her eye-popping enormous ass to the young man he'd just encouraged to forget about it.

The two remained in silence for a long minute. Makoto couldn't see her face, but he could imagine a humiliated Kyoko blushing and biting her lip. He tried to break the silence. "Um... I know! I could use the loudspeaker to call for help?"

"No, I don't want anyone else here. It'll go down on it's own. Just... wait. Facing the wall please."

Makoto gulped. Kyoko had already forgiven him for a lot today, and she couldn't see him, and there was hardly anything else to look at, so staring a little longer couldn't hurt, right? He watched her sitting in silence. With bemusement, he could see her occasionally start to struggle, wiggling this way and that or pushing with her hands against the doorframe to try and free herself, always stopping the fruitless effort before it would become too noisy and alert him to her struggle.

Finally, he heard her sigh and give up.

The young man gulped again, seeing if he could push his luck even further. He rose to his feet meaningfully. "I could... help push? You out? Maybe?"

No sooner had he said it before Kyoko suddenly squeezed through. The change in her hips was barely perceptible, but it had been enough. Apparently, it actually was going down.

When she turned around again, she had a funny expression that Makoto didn't have any time to interpret before it turned into a dagger-like glare of disappointment. "Whatever this is going on with you, you need to work it out of your system. Alone. Don't leave here for about an hour. I'll know."

"S-sure... I'm glad you're free and going back to normal!"

Apparently, Kyoko's good will had left with her predicament. She didn't favor him with another smile to get carried away with. Instead, her boots carried her and her incredible unconcealed behind down the thankfully wide hallway, around a corner, and out of sight.

Makoto let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, then retreated back into the room, trying to sort through his feelings. Had today confirmed new feelings about Kyoko? If that was the case, he should be thankful for it, but he should be happy she'd gotten her autonomy back and would be able to leave all this behind her. "No pun intended," he thought to himself. But...

... He couldn't help but think about what he'd heard about Sayaka and Aoi, too. Was this about Kyoko at all, or an interest he never knew he had?

"As if!" Makoto defended himself to his own contemplation. Going forward, he intended to keep spending time with Kyoko. That'd be awkward if he couldn't leave this incident behind, as well. Still...

That boombox felt heavy in his hands. Kyoko hadn't taken it with her. Maybe there was a way for him to hold onto it? Not to get trigger-happy with it, but... it was his prize, right? His good luck?

Makoto had been tricked before, but if he used the golden boombox again, it'd be his own choice. It'd be a symbol of hope falling into depravity, turning his back on his principles and his friends in pursuit of something as worthless as lust. It could be the worst, most despair-inducing incident in Hope's Peak Academy...

Or, it could just be an incident of a healthy young man who got carried away enjoying twerking and big butts. Sometimes, a story about huge asses is just a story about huge asses!