Junko plans on hypnotizing Naegi into a cock-loving, submissive, bottom bitch femboy. Unfortunately for Junko, and fortunately for everyone else at Hope's Peak, dumb luck means the fashionista ends up hypnotizing herself into a drooling bimbo utterly obsessed with Makoto instead.
Makoto does hear the door knock at his dorms, grumbling as he figures out it's Yasuhiro with some wild plan again, Mondo coming to invite him to join his and Ishimaru's late night sauna times - he has told them already, he is very happy for whatever they have, and he will join them during the day, but please respect his sleeping needs - or it might even be Asahina coming to invite him for a late night donut run... Well, the point is, many of his friends would come right there to bother him.
Who he was not expecting is Junko. Not that Junko doesn't enjoy her weird plans, but usually, whenever she wants to do something a bit too wild, Mukuro warns him ahead of time. He really owes a lot to the Ultimate Soldier... regardless, her presence there isn't what's shocking. What is, is how she is acting. Junko is by default, fucking hot, that is not something that Makoto would even pretend otherwise.
But this Junko is the hottest he has seen her.
She is wearing a microkini, that barely covers up her top. Her tits are gigantic - for sure bigger than usual, or she has always managed a way to make them seem even smaller, which is also another insane possibility - and she is also wearing tight shorts that barely cover her ass, leaving her legs naked. Her belly, her arms, everything else is visible. And her face...
Makoto barely notices how well put-together her makeup is. Her lips look extra fat, with a wonderful pink gloss to them, her blush, her mascara. Junko clearly knows how to do it as a Gyaru, but it goes beyond her usual tastes. But he barely notices them because of her eyes. They are sparkling pink, with little hearts inside of them, as Junko looks into his eyes... before he is tackled right into the ground into a hug.
"MAKOOOOOTOOOOOOOOOOOO~!" Junko screams, pushing his face right in between her gigantic funbags, grinding her body against his own. "Like, master, it is so nice to see you! You're even more handsome than you usually are~!" She continues, no filter in her voice, as Makoto tries to free himself, finding Junko shockingly strong as she pins him down into the ground.
"Oh, you're way more handsome then the videos I was watching before I got here~! I am so sorry, master, I had such naughty plans~!" Junko speaks up, with Makoto finally being able to breathe. "J-Junko, please, let me go, I'm kinda..." He mutters, before the fashionista finally releases him, blushing as she does. "I'm so sorry master, your slutty bimbo hypno slave shouldn't have hurt you!"
"...My what?" Makoto is already used to the insanity that is Hope's Peak, but that is... a bit beyond his usual ballpark.
"Oh yeah! So, my plan! I kinda wanted to ruin the entire world and destroy society as we know-"
"What"
"But you are so hopeful and nice, and I couldn't predict you because my true talent is like, the Ultimate Analyst instead of Ultimate Fashionista -"
"What?"
"So I decided that breaking you would've been the best, especially with how many girls love you around Hope's Peak-"
"What?"
"So my plan was to transform you into an eager femboy whore, but I ended up mixing up the videos, and I hypnotised myself as your eager slutty bimbo mega whore, who is physically incapable of ever stopping loving you and wanting to fuck you!"
"WHAT?!"
"So that's it, what happened!"Junko says, drool sliding from the corners fo her mouth, a dumb grin on her face as she gives him a salute, clearly enjoying her current state.
"...I..." Makoto doesn't even know what to say, so confused about what the woman has done, but not having the mental willpower to talk much. Especially because she is indeed looking like a fucking bimbo, and...
"So, if I tell you to kneel down, open your mouth and suck me off would ya...?" He asks, with Junko not even answering him, just assuming that position. Mouth open, her tongue on top of her bottom lips, looking closer to an onahole, fully made of plastic for his pleasure, than a living girl.
"Come on Makoto-kun, I'm your good dumb bimbo, please fuck me~!" She begs, her mouth all weird from how she spoke in the same position, but there is not a single straight man that would refuse that. He can deal with the consequences of her hypnosis later. Right now, if she was gonna do all of those things to him, he better show Junko that he is far from a femboy bottom whore.
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