8 - Akane Owari - "Mikanification" (by MidbossMan)

In the headmaster's office, two girls sat in very different posture's across from the school's hard-to-believe headmaster, a half-black, half-white stuffed bear about half-a-human tall.

The first girl, with tan skin, olive eyes, and a bodacious figure of muscle that didn't match her huge, fatty breasts, was Akane Owari. As always, she was wearing her uniform sloppily, not caring if her cleavage showed through the half-buttoned top. Her body language, with her chin rested on one palm and her leg thrown over the side of the chair, clearly conveyed a lack of remorse for the school rule violations that had brought her here. As the Ultimate Gymnast, she found it hard to sit still, even for classes, and preferred to be up and using her considerable leg muscles.

The other, with skin as pale as Akane's was tan, gray-brown eyes, and a pretty glamorous figure of her own that still looked sort of twiggy next to Akane's, was Mikan Tsumiki, the Ultimate Nurse. Her purple hair was always splayed about like it refused to stay combed, giving her a frantic look. The look on her face was pretty frantic too, nearly in tears, as she babbled random apologies in defense of her actions.

Behind the bear stood yet another girl, a tall blond, but not the blond you'd usually expect to see there. This one was Miu Iruma, the Ultimate Inventor, dressed in a school-dress-code defying pink uniform with a white bondage harness shamelessly slapped over it. She'd been uncharacteristically silent during the proceedings so far and neither girl really understood what she was doing here. As far as her figure, she might be considered a middle ground between the two.

"Mikan, sweetie?" Monokuma interrupted, hopping onto the desk and leaning across in a cutesy pose with his head propped up in his hands, kicking his feet behind him. Once she'd quieted down, he popped back up onto both feet and waved his stubby arms. "Shut up already! It's exactly that kind of behavior that's got you here in the first place!"

"Hueeeeh?! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please forgive meee!" Mikan wailed, hopping up out of her chair and mimicking the bear's motions unintentionally.

"Enough apologizing! That's it! That's it right there! You've got a major defect in your already stupid personality where you're always apologizing for no good reason! I can't stand it! Drives me up the wall!" Monokuma ranted, showing his fangs as his mouth stretched out in a comical expression of rage. "And you, Akane! You're just the opposite! You're one of the biggest trouble-makers in the school, but you never apologize for anything!"

"Apologies are a waste of time, especially when I didn't do anything wrong to begin with," Akane answered, still pouting. She crossed her legs, briefly flashing white panties in yet another fragrant dress-code violation, failing to manage her skirt.

"Wait, pleeease! You can punish me all you want, but please, don't be mean to Akane or Miu! It was all my fault!" Mikan sobbed, clasping her hands to the edge of Monokuma's desk. "I'll take whatever punishment you're going to give us!"

Miu raised one eyebrow and leaned forward, momentarily casting a shadow over Monokuma with her big boobs. "Ya got your bandages on too tight or something? I'm not in trouble here! It's you two! I'm a genius who's never done a thing wrong in her life! Hahaha! B-But, if there's a punishment that's being given out-"

Akane raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. "Ya'll are kinda freaks, ain'tcha?"

Monokuma sighed and shook his head. "Yeah, but Miu's not in trouble. She's here because she's the solution to the problem you two, the meat-head and the cry-baby. I look at you and I think, 'that Mikan, she's the perfect student in terms of loyalty and not breaking the rules, but the way she's always bumping into things and tripping up and apologizing is so goddamn annoying!' Then I look at Akane and I think, 'she's got all the skills of an Ultimate Gymnast, she's like Mikan's opposite, but she's also the worst as a student, skipping classes, not apologizing for anything, and being a huge pain in my tail!' I wish I could just... take your brains and squish 'em together, blending them into just one brain that actually works!" he growled, pantomiming squeezing two brains into a little ball, as one does. "Of course, that's totally impossible."

"Speaking as a medical professional, I'd have to agree," Mikan nodded with a small smile.

"And speaking as Akane Owari, I'd second that!" Akane provided her very educated opinion with a big grin.

"But you know what's not impossible? This!"

Before the two could protest, something like a hairdresser lamp released itself from the chair, clasping onto each of their scalps-- the tube bent a bit to capture Mikan, who was still standing. Mikan immediately began to panic and Akane reached to yank it off, but in a flash, it set to work, causing their whole bodies to buzz and shake uncontrollably as though they were getting electrocuted. This went on for an uncomfortably long time as Monokuma continued explaining, seemingly for his own benefit, as there was no way that the two of them could possibly focus on his words.

"This doohickey Miu whipped up from me will fuse your features together, so that Akane becomes more like Mikan and Mikan becomes more like Akane! Mikane! Akanu! Huff, huff! I-It's like a really Freaky Friday!" Monokuma panted, suddenly seeming excited in a way unfitting a teacher. "Other Danganronpa fans just complain about the personalities of their least favorite characters, but in my case, I'm taking proactive action to correct you two in the most humane way possible! That's why I succeed in life where others fail, you know? I'm proactive!"

The hairdresser devices finally finished, releasing their hold on the two girls with a distinct sizzling noise. Akane's hair seemed to have gone in all directions a bit, sticking out in waving strands, while Mikan's seemed to have frizzed up a bit around her head. The two looked at each and blinked, then Mikan spoke up. "I-I don't feel any different..."

"Hmph. Well, it takes a little while... Like all good things..."

Akane sighed, then began cleaning her ear with one finger. "So when the hell does it wear off? It doesn't? So what, then, how do we reverse it?!"

Miu shrank back in sudden terror as Akane raised her voice. "Keep your cow-tits on, I haven't developed a reversal device yet! Monokuma just started bugging me about this one a few days ago! It'll take me at least 24 hours to make the one that undoes it!"

"Not that we'll ever use something like that! Because this is gonna work so perfectly, you two are going to turn into my star students. And to prove it... get those asses back to your classes!" Monokuma shouted, jumping onto the table and pointing one paw towards the door.

Ordinarily, Akane wouldn't have been in any rush to get back to classes. She'd take almost any excuse to skip-- in fact, she'd have been thinking of skipping out right now. In this case, Monokuma had pulled her out of the only class she actually enjoyed: physical education. The only answer now was to run back as fast as she could and hope they hadn't already finished all their laps already. Actually, maybe she could join in late and smoke 'em anyway! That'd be pretty fun. The busty brown beauty changed into her tracksuit as quickly as she could manage, then dashed through the double doors out to the schoolyard.

"Akaneeeeeeeee! You're late! Were you in the bathroom that whole time?! Getting fiber is just as important as getting exerciiiiise!!"

That perpetually over-enthusiastic, booming voice belonged to Nekomaru Nidai. A giant even among the tallest of the students at the academy, Nidai sometimes served as an assistant instructor due to the his talent as Ultimate Team Manager. That explained why he was on the sidelines, wearing his usual uniform, while everyone else dressed in track suits.

"I wasn't taking a shit, dumbass," Akane complained. She felt more camaraderie with him than the other students, since most of the time he was pretty focused on sports and training and other stuff she liked... but sometimes, it seemed like half his brain power was focused on bowel movements. "I got dragged to the freakin' principal's office!"

"Well, class is already in session! If you hurry, you still have time to complete the exercise! It's a gauntlet of three exercises, starting with 20 laps around the courtyard! You don't have any quit in you, riiiight?!"

"Damn right!" she answered with a grin, throwing her bag down and taking off in a runner's sprint. Akane wasn't a huge fan of teachers telling her how to exercise, but gym was still the only time of the day to blow off steam-- way better than being cooped up in class. She was going to make the most of it! With her powerful legs and supernatural skills, she easily blew past the others, quickly lapping them and making up for lost time.

This was a scene everyone in the class had seen a hundred times before: Akane's back disappearing from view as she gains further and further a lead. This time around, there was a difference.

As Akane dashed for the finish line, nearly completing her final lap, one of her sneakers suddenly caught the lower leg-hole of her pants, causing her to flop onto her tits and slide forward across the ground, raising a huge cloud of dust in her wake. The Ultimate Gymnast wasn't the kind of person who lost her balance, but there she was, taking one of the worst wipe-outs in school history. A few opportunists took the chance to pass her and catch the win, while others stopped, intending to help her up.

When the dust cleared, the scene was familiar, but not from Akane. Akane was lying on her face with her knees bent and her pants pooled around them, hanging by her sneakers. Her white panties were revealed, halfway down her butt so that a bit of the crack was visible, and her shirt looked to have pushed up around her bra as well. In short, she'd become the center of an unfortunate fanservice shot, just like Mikan usually would.

What surprised Akane even more than that it happened to her was how she felt about it. She was the type of person who didn't think about her femininity and didn't have a shred of modesty either. Somehow, with her pants down and her butt shown to the class, her reaction wasn't to quickly get back up and resume running. Instead, she crossed her hands over her bottom, red-faced and on the verge of tears. Somehow, knowing everyone was seeing her humiliated was making her feel things she never had before.

Was this how Mikan felt all the time? And... was this the result of her brain being mixed with Mikan's?!

Someone reached out a hand to help her out while others gawked. She slapped the hand away and seemed to regain her usual attitude. "Hmph! I don't need help! I just scraped my knees, it's fine," she growled, struggling back up to her feet on her own. She'd prove how little she cared by leaving the tracksuit pants behind. Who cared if people saw her panties? It wasn't any worse than wearing a bikini. Akane Owari didn't worry about things like this.

"AKANE, YOU CAN'T RUN DO THE NEXT EXERCISE WITHOUT YOUR PAAAAANTS!"

"Oh, shut the hell up, Old Man Nidai! You gonna try and stop me?"

She moved to the next challenge before he could answer. The next part required fifty consecutive hops of the jump rope before a student could move on. For most students, that meant taking things at a pretty leisurely pace, to make sure their foot didn't catch the rope and **** them to start over. For some, it was a chance to show off or have a little fun. For Akane, it'd normally be a footnote-- she could jump rope at easily twice the speed of the next fastest student, after all.

Akane was relieved to find out her skill in this regard was still pretty well in tact. The others all watched with "curiosity" as her breasts bounced behind the dirt-stained, white cotton shirt she was wearing and, just as importantly, her bare legs hopped and nearly bare bottom bounced. She thought of herself as a perfect specimen of physical fitness, but she was quite a woman as well.

"FORTY. FORTY-ONE. FORTY-TWO. THERE YOU GO, AKANE! YOU'RE IN PERFECT FOOOORM!"

Her confidence was slowly coming back to her. Earlier had just been a hiccup. As she crossed forty-nine, she went for a move to show off-- she'd cross up the rope mid-air before the final hop.

It didn't go as planned.

The jump-rope became a lasso, tying itself underneath her breasts and pushing them up, showing off her cleavage to the crowd. As she clenched her teeth, the rope kept moving, tripping up her legs and knocking her to the ground. Like a snake, it continued to coil her, wrapping a nearby water fountain with one cord and the bike-stand next to it with the other and pulling her legs apart. It was like some sort of poltergeist was messing with her. When it was all over, she was suspended with her legs parted in some bizarre bondage show, with her boobs hoisted all the way up into her face, her shirt pulled up to show her abdomen and bra, and the cord rubbing against her crotch every time she tried to kick her legs.

Akane opened her mouth to bark at people to stop watching. To her surprise, what came out wasn't an authoritative bark of annoyance. Instead... she was sobbing! "Hueeeeeh! Somebody help meeee!" she pleaded, thrashing around with uncharacteristic helplessness.

"AKANE, YOU'RE... Hnnnrgh, you're off your game today. It's okay. Even the best athletes have their bad days," Nekomaru grumbled with surprising restraint, approaching to untie the jump-rope cable that was suspending her. With how badly the exercises were going, he had to figure that something Monokuma had said in the principal's office was really affecting her. "We should forget the rest of the exercises today-"

The moment she was free, she hopped up, ignoring her breasts bouncing around now that they were freed from her shirt with just the cotton bra to contain them. "Not a chance! You're crazy if you think I'm giving up now! I can still win the gauntlet!" she claimed, running towards the final obstacle challenge.

"WAIT! AKANEEEE! YOU CAN'T ACTUALLY EVEN WIN IF YOU DON'T COMPLETE THE FIFTY JUUUUUMPS!"

She ignored him. The jump-rope was baby stuff anyway. She wanted to tackle the final challenge: the climbing wall that represented the last hurdle. Ignoring her disheveled state of dress, Akane lunged at the wall, spreading her arms and legs like a spider's to begin making her way up.

The guys in class surrounded Nekomaru now. While he was desperately shouting for her to come back down, his reliable gut feelings telling him something terrible was about to happen, they were all enjoying a free show as they got a low-angle view of the panties wrapping her meaty buns. Nobody was really even racing her any more.

It reminded him a lot of that one time Peko Pekoyama had gotten stripped naked by a wardrobe malfunction while running a treadmill, actually. "Deja vu..." he grumbled to himself.

Unfortunately, there was no stopping Akane now. He was confident about his ability to fight her, but actually catching her when she focused on speed was another matter. Plus, if he got tangled up with her... well, given how bad her tendency towards provocative positions seemed to be, they might end up crossing the boundaries between trainer and trainee. This was one mistake she had to make on her own.

As she cleared the top, one without the proper context might have thought the worst was behind her. She'd scaled it flawlessly like the Ultimate Gymnast that she was. Getting back down ought to be a lot easier than climbing-- she could even take it slow, since nobody was bothering to race her.

Anyone who'd seen the poses she'd ended up making over the last few minutes knew better.

As Akane climbed over to the other side, her panties snagged hold of one of the rocky footholds, stretching into a startling wedgie. One of her eyes screwed up at the feeling of her panties digging into the spot between her legs and, in a remarkable feat of poor coordination, she used both hands to try to free her garment and rectify the situation. As such, she had nothing to grip with or even balance herself, and suddenly flipped. This, amazingly, extracted her legs free of her panties completely, momentarily flashing the audience with everything before she could flatten herself against the rock-climbing wall to hide her front.

Nekomaru pressed one hand to his face and cast his eyes aside. This was like watching a car-crash in slow motion. Yelling for her to stop wouldn't do anything-- none of this seemed to be on purpose, somehow.

Her face red with embarrassment, Akane wailed like no one had ever heard her wail before. She reached with one sneaker to continue climbing down the wall, only to miss it. She let go of the wall and her top caught onto another of the fake rocks, along with her bra's center band, causing both to be pulled away at once. She swiped her arms to grab at them and entered free-fall, now entirely nude besides her sneakers and socks. Then, she landed with a plop in the mud on the other side, which surrounded the wall as an additional obstacle.

She staggered up to her feet with tears in her eyes and a pitiable frown, her lips trembling. "D-Don't look!" she begged the class, as they took in her body from all angles despite her attempts to cover her breasts and slit using her hands. The mud on her body seemed to have arranged itself just right to humiliate her without actually covering any of the spots they wanted to look at. It was astounding to them to hear someone with her absurd muscle-tone, hot-headedness, and her usual desire to fight everybody in the school sounding so meek. They could hardly be blamed for keeping their eyes on her-- this was like watching a supernatural event, not just a peep show.

"AKANE! HEADS UP!"

Akane's eyes widened as she saw a towel flying through the air. Either the team manager was symbolically "throwing the towel in" for her, or he was trying to give her a way to cover up after losing all of her clothes to the rock wall. She reached both hands up to grab it...

... and missed. The towel slapped over her eyes and, bizarrely, instead of trying to grab it off, she stumbled forward blindly, waving her hands frantically. She crashed directly into Nidai, somehow re-finding enough of her strength to knock him onto the ground and smash her bare breasts into his face.

"Huuuuuuueeeeeeh!!"

Across campus, Teruteru Hanamura smirked. Mikan always went down this fire-escape to get between science class and the nurse's office. It was the perfect chance to look up her skirt. What was even better was the way she panicked and got embarrassed, pulling it down on the front when he found out. So moe! He had mixed feelings about taking advantage of her, but when someone puts such a cute nurse in front of you and makes her walk down three flights of stairs, it'd be a crime not to take advantage by looking up from beneath.

And there she was... her pretty white panties on display, just for him, the only boy in the school shameless enough to sneak a peek this way. Well, actually, everyone got an eye-full of these pretty often. She had a tendency to trip up and show them off regardless. But this was an extra helping! He laughed and spread his smile wide, casting his eyes upward...

... as Mikan vaulted off the third floor, skipping the staircase entirely and landing safely by using him as a springboard. Her shoes went straight into his face, allowing her to rebound off him and knocking him to the ground beneath her feet.

"Huh? Sorry! Didn't see ya there, shrimp!" Mikan laughed, completely out of character.

As Mikan's shoes pressed down against his face... Teruteru thought this might not be so bad either. A bloody nose was a pretty small price to pay for getting a sniff of the Ultimate Nurse's shoes like this. That said, something was off. "M-Mikan... That is you, isn't it, Mikan?"

"Damn right it's me! I heard there was an accident in the training courtyard so I'm on may way over there."

Teruteru laughed as she pulled her foot free of his face. It was funny for him to imagine all those idiots gathered at P.E. where nothing interesting ever happened. Akane was probably dominating every exercise like usual.

"Now that I look at ya, though, I think your medical attention is more important. Come on. Up we go."

"W-Wait-!" Teruteru shouted, then groaned as he was dragged up three flights of stairs, bumping his head on each one somehow. Why did it feel like his nurse was Akane Owari...?