Strict Punishment(Miko Iino Tg)

Ishigami entered the student council room, expecting to see Shirogane and Kaguya, but only finding Iino. 

"Hmm where's pres?" Iino huffed at him like he was an idiot for even asking that.

"They have their trip! And because they are all fine, upstanding people they left me in charge while they are out. Understand Ishigami? In this room I have absolute authority. I am not as soft as Shirogane, and there will be consequences if you act up!"

Great, the one person he didn't want to be alone with would be his only company while he checked over all the budgets and figured out who was skimming from the group funds. Maybe he should just go home and do it all from there like back when he thought the vice president wanted to kill him for existing. It'd be less stressful and he could play video games while he had excel open... Wait, what was he even saying?! Had he not grown from his older, depressed self? He was more mature, more confident. Yes, he was far above the kind of person who would slink away from a situation like this. He'd just bully the crap out of her till she gave up.

Not like actual bullying, he wasn't that kind of asshole, but since purely existing seemed to set her off most of the time, it didn't take much to make her blow a gasket. Weirdly though, she almost seemed to smirk when he took out his Switch, like he was playing into her hands.

"I'd like to remind you that all gaming systems are banned on school grounds." He didn't respond, moving to his usual seat at the nice sofa in the middle of the room.

"Don't say I didn't warn you Ishigami. If all rule breakers saw things my way, there would be no more problems at Shuchi'in Academy!"

"If everyone was like you, the teachers would hang themselves out of boredom and the student body would scare away half the students doing visits." Her seriousness wavered back to smug.

"Hmmph well, we'll see how you feel." He didn't glorify that with a response and fell back into his chair, ready to ignore her dumb rules.

By now they were in a routine with the way things went, Ishigami flaunting the school rules he found dumb(which were a good half of them though he saved his misdemeanors for the privacy of the student council room... and the hallways... also the schoolyard for Pokemon Go stuff but to be fair he often helped the principal with his team. The routine went sit, laptop, gaming, manga, snacks, all in that order. He was especially showy about it today since Iino was especially annoying, though again she had that disquieting smugness about her that only came about when she was extremely confident, which was rare.

"Ishigami, do you even know what the rules you are breaking are?" God this crap again.

"No and I don't-"

"Every student is supposed to know the rules by heart before entering the grounds. Your ignorance of the rules is already breaking them."

"...okay?" He waited for more, but she didn't continue, instead organizing a few papers on the desk.

If not knowing every rule was breaking them, then Ishigami had been a truant since he stepped in here and he was certain 95% of the student body was the same. No one cared about the big dusty tomes. Everyone had other things to worry about like grades and careers and for normies, girlfriends. It was weird to think he had only skimmed it though, the longer he thought about it the more rules began to pop into his head. It wasn't like their existence changed much of anything about how he'd go about things, but it was weird how they just sort of popped in. There really were a lot of them and it was kind of impressive how thorough the founders were in mak- okay really what was Iino smirking at?

"What?!"

"Oh nothing nothing. You just seem a bit more studious now." Ishigami had no idea what that meant as he scratched the top of his head, patches of his straight black hair browning at the top, Iino smelling her conditioner softening the changed locks as Ishigami went back to his routine.

Cause he knew it would piss her off, he raised his legs, placing his non uniform sneakers onto the coffee table, treating it like a foot rest with a solid thump. Now he could just sit back and focus on guideline 375-j a student is not allowed to disrespect Shuchi'in furniture via the following actio- urgh those stupid rules again! It wasn't disrespect it was comfort. Besides the coffee table wasn't protesting!

While the table wasn't protesting, his sneakers were, Ishigami shifting them out of a subtle discomfort that he ignored and Iino watched happily, the sneakers' soles hardening to a thicker rubber, less flexible, the heels rising up to form that'd clack against the school's floor. Normally such things would be far too uncomfortable to escape notice, but a pleasant buzz was encompassing Ishigami's offending feet, his arches popping to fit the added heel, his white socks beginning what would be a slow creep up his legs as the material darkened and thinned. It wasn't just the heels though, the sides and top of the sneaker hardening to a matching black material of thick treated leather and acrylic, all patterning replaced with shiny uniformity, the woman's Mary Jane shoes pressing tightly against his feet, said feet quickly eased into daintiness by some massage like rubbing of his now see through "socks."

Ishigami groaned a little, feeling something nice amidst the tingles as he wiggled his longer toes, a refreshing layer of clear gloss making the nails healthier and shiny, not that anyone could see from their formed prisons, the socks now up to his calves as the material was more pantyhose than sock. And Iino was pleased to see that wasn't the limit of the changes either, Ishigami clearly frustrated by his mistimed presses, his grip shifting around his device. She bet he thought it was just an off day, not noticing the growing nails, shrinking hands, the screen's light dyeing his eyes a deep russet the more they broke school code.

Ishigami himself was feeling more and more off, his reflexes shittier, his mind wandering off on different infractions against the school code. His screen kept growing in his field of view, the effect hard to explain as he slouched back more, trying to relax- guideline 72 a student should never sit with bad posture in class- These stupid rules were giving him a headache, Ishigami ignoring the strange pressure building in the small of his back. Reaching for one of his snacks, the bags seemed farther away than he remembered, almost like his reach had lessened. Absentmindedly poking one bicep, he was surprised to feel springy softness instead of the slight lump he had grown from his work on the school spirit squad.

Actually it wasn't just soft, the skin felt marvelous creepily smooth, his fingers gliding past it frictionless, the simple action of rubbing his skin weirdly stimulating. He tried slouching more, ignoring the weird tingly feeling spreading, his reach feeling shorter because his arms were shrinking, never the most muscular but gaining that slender layer of feminine fat that made them alluringly feminine, the bad posture rule getting to him as he groaned, shoulders rounding, pressure mounting as his spine popped inwards a bit, slipping him back further into worse posture.

Why couldn't he relax today? Maybe food would help, his snacks opening up easily, a spare thing of flavored milk the drink. All sorts of violation codes popped up as he urged them all to shut up, the locks of hair over his covered eye receding some as they browned, Ishigami shoving chips and fatty foods down his gullet in some misplaced act of defiance, only for his body to shoot up straight as his spine cracked, inches sheared off in seconds as his spine curved to an exaggerated arch, correcting his posture as he moaned.

He was left gasping, unsure of what just happened, his throat feeling dry and scratchy. It felt like something was stuck in it. No that wasn't really right, it was more like dislodging than stuck, something pushing out more and more, closing his air ways. Groping for the milk he began gulping it down, his lips swelling around the delinquent dairy, the creamy liquid soothing his throat as the next moan gurgled out, rising to a familiar overstrung soprano, his Adam's Apple washed away as it was swallowed down leaving his throat elegantly flat and swan like.

He paused at that sighed release, confused as the contraband food rumbled in his stomach, making him feel sluggish as a solid lump began forming in his stomach, but his voice was the main center of his focus.

"Wh-What?!" He could feel the distinct lack of a bump, cringing as nails scraped his throat before the pads of his fingers, a glance down showing the slenderness of his fingers, their glossy nails. Pausing his game he looked down, spotting his reflection in the black of the screen, hypnotized as his nose shrank, his newly saturated pupils growing larger as his eyes gained a noticeable slant. It tickled, making him giggle involuntarily as the longer he stared into the illegal software the more his face was Iinofied, his cheeks soft and cute, shin pointed down in a spade shape, forehead throbbing as his head shape shrank a little, that loss in mass translated to his hair as he groaned, the sides and back of his usual hair shooting down a few inches.

"Ishigami, you do know it's unsafe to walk around with your hair untied don't you?" Iino left him two hair ties, Ishigami confused at how nonchalant she was, gritting his teeth as his fingers affixed his hair into a matching style, it was in the rules after all. The last of his overhanging cowlicks cut to an almost hime style leaving both eyes uncovered, fear building as he gripped his stomach.

"I-Iino wh-what did you-"

"Oh I did nothing. I'm just enforcing the rules automatically. You're the one breaking them. Besides I wanted to see just how averse to becoming me other people would be. I figured if you gave in, no one would have any complaints." Ishigami was shocked at her casual admittance, groaning as his stomach continued to growl, his sides feeling precarious in their shape.

"What kind of twisted perverted shit is this?! You bitch-NNGH" No sooner had he cursed did another violation run through his mind, his anger fading away, hair fully browned as he took his punishment for breaking the subclause on interpersonal behavior with other students specifically under curse words. Iino smirked, looking down on him from her standing position as she gave a cute giggle, gloating over her changing tormentor.

"I should probably remind you of rules sixty-three through sixty-nine, the forbiddance of all sexual, perverted acts. Your punishment for that food is about to kick in and if you don't want to lose something... personal I'd suggest bracing yourself."

There was so much Ishigami wanted to say, to do, but all that came out was a confused moan, his gastric distress reaching its zenith as his sides snapped, pressing in a solid inch as his organs felt squashed. All that hardened food from earlier was siphoned up from his stomach, the fat reduced and slithering up his body in a way that was shockingly erotic, his nipples stiffening into rigid peaks as the first telltale signs of breasts pushed out against his uniform, the lack of a bra shoving his unprotected, swelling nips against the rough uniform material.

"HYAAA~!" Ishigami's head was swimming his cock hard as something began caressing it. Looking down the pantyhose from his former socks had finished rising, cupping his hips and rubbing against his groin in ways that made it hard not to bust right there. Iino sat back at her desk, doing paperwork and happily watching the show.

Ishigami's cock was caught in a vicious cycle, getting erect not against school policy since most students couldn't control that, but what was outlawed was any form of self pleasure, his thighs slowly wiggling, rubbing the sheer pantyhose against his cock as he grew closer to bursting. The punishment? Each pass of his thighs made the muscle in them wobble, fat billowing out, making them softer at first, then plush. Finally they swelled to their limits, thick, wobbly fat wrapped in soft fabric rubbing harder and faster around his groin, Ishigami crying as he could hold back no more.

"OHH~ AHH~ NOOOOOO! OH~! GAAAWD~!" This was the one thing Iino hadn't prepared herself for, blushing as she heard her voice trembling in unspeakably dirty tones, her own body feeling hot, though she had the decency to not pleasure herself in school which Ishigami clearly did not.

His body was on fire, even the orgasm feeling wrong in ways both horrifying and unspeakably wonderful. Usually when he jerked off the release would go from the base out, but the pressure seemed focused in his balls to start, his left in particular. It was still hidden underneath his pants, but he could feel how it tensed and shrank, moaning ecstatically as hot spurts of pure testosterone shot out his tip, the dirty fluids filtered into clear water by the tights or trickling down his legs, burning his calves as the flat limbs began to curve and swell. Each release pulled in his testicle more, his hands rushing down, scrabbling at the receding lump as one massive release sent him reeling back, a wet slurp noise leaving him one ball down.

The bad posture sent his spine collapsing, a solid foot compressing down to his ass as he arched his body in euphroic release, his swelling chest and butt accented with his new shape. He could feel the end approaching, his flat ass bouncing against the seat of the sofa, each cheek rounding as the thickness of his cheeks and thighs reached a tipping point, his pelvis shattering apart as the sudden pressure release sent his remaining testicle swirling down his abdomen.

"I-EEEEEEH-NOHHHH~ S-STAAAAHHHHP~!" A gush of release flowed out, strained by his tight pantyhose and weakened further by hot spurts of estrogen running wild in his shrinking body, more and more of him loving the feeling, only hating the fact that this was on school grounds and not somewhere more appropriate. With the barrage of his thighs and inverted testicles, his cock was truly the biggest rule breaker on him, it's base rumbling as a sudden vacuum cleaved its way through his widened hips, IIshigami moaning as he could feel a cervix worming its way in before cranking out, bringing him to new levels of degeneracy and desire as the widening gap slurped up two inches of his dick.

Iisigami's legs kicked out, shoes flinging off in a blurry of pleasure and violent jerking about, his mind frayed and ready to snap under a tidal wave of Iino. This all felt sooo wrong and disgusting, his actions unfitting for someone on the moral committee at a prestigious- N-No he was the treasurer wasn't he? W-Wait who was he even-

"KYAAAA~!" IInigami realized she didn't care as his sides caved in, stumbling to her feet as his breasts swelled to b cups, bare nipples tweaking as another three inches shot inside his widening snatch in an explosion of cum and squealing. Another inch slithered inside as she made it to Iino's desk, Iinogami moaning as she could feel it sliding deeper, probing her shifting insides and stirring them thoroughly.

"Oh, is there something you want from me Iishigami? Anything you wanted to say?" The almost girl was trembling, a trail of cum leaking down her legs.

"I want-" Her mind was a mess memories of 4chan and gaming trashed as the pointless diversions they were, studying and knowledge pooling inside, pride swelling with the arousal.

"I-I NNGH want-" Though it trembled a bit, her composure was settling, another inch thrusting inside, her cock just a small nub waiting for the final blow to finish her off. Morals were becoming sexy to her, her eyes clouding over the idea of discipline and punishment, she had been such a baaaad girl...

"I WANT TO BE MORAL!" Iinogami declared it, moaning as her cock was corkscrewing, trying to find that extra push to slip inside for good. Iino seemed glad, smiling in victory as she gave her the final push she needed for Iinodom.

"There is one last rule you're breaking Iino." She smiled at how saying her own name made Ishigami shudder, years of annoyance coming together in one final, smug declaration.

"Unless you had written approval from the council which I know you didn't, you're not allowed to wear a boy's uniform as a girl."

Her twin screamed happily, her male uniform dissolving, the collar opening up into a white brimmed shape, the sleeves shortening, bust growing as a red ribbon tied itself to the lapel. It turned into a half dress with a flowing skirt bottom, her boxers shrinking into panties, the lacy silk nestling on top of the tip of her cock, sliding it in that final bit as the whole thing shot up inside, Iino's screams stuttering as she came, her new panties freshly drenched as her final act of indecency spilled across the floor of the student council room. She closed her eyes in bliss, slipping as she stumbled back to sitting on the top of the couch in a domineering position. It felt so freeing to give in to the system, letting her old self flow out, basking in the warm afterglow of true release as her morals firmed inside her mind, embracing her as a yellow band wrapped itself around her arm. This was proof of her promise to uphold the moral integrity of Shuchi'in, proof that she was Iino.

"I think that was successful for a test run Iino."  They both smirked, happy to have finally found a way to end the moral shortcomings of their beloved university.

"Are you sure Iino? No complaints? No nagging desires to act like your old self?"

"Old self?" Iino huffed, calmly walking to Ishigami's Switch and manga before breaking the former in half over her thighs and tossing it in the trash. The manga she put in recycling before fetching a mop in the closet, not needing to be told to clean up her own mess.

"Only a fool would have such little self control to break the rules so blatantly."

"Well then Iino, are you ready to reshape this school?"

"As the upholders of our beloved academy's moral integrity how could we not, Iino?" They prepared the intercom for an important announcement to the school.

"Ohh p-please I pr-AHHHmise to n-never- ahhhh~..." The man groveling at the two Iinos' feet was clutching at his groin, blissfully humping the ground as his breasts swelled, cock flopping out of shrinking underwear while pantyhose wrapped around his curving, twitching legs. It was a common sight these days, so many fools unable to help themselves from following clearly laid out principles. Usually it was an identity death via 1000 cuts, many small infractions shifting the student body to be more feminine, moral, demure, one final piece of them trying to resist before the pleasure of Iinodom and authority grew too strong, their pleased acceptance always making quite a mess when the final changes began. Since many of the clubs had started to disband due to their members becoming Iino, they thankfully had enough budget to buy a mop and bucket for every classroom in the case of a messy "final reprimanding" occurring mid lesson.

Though some students seemed desperate to turn into her, why else would anyone be stupid enough to try having sex in the janitor's closet when an offense that high meant becoming her in one stroke? This one did at least have an impressive package between his legs, then it was average, a few more seconds later it was barely worth talking about and after a strained shift, his face crumbling from how taut he held it, his skirted thighs creating incredible friction with their fast rubbing, the Iino's heard the tell tale slurp and pop of another them entering the fold.

"N-N-ohhhh~! Ohhhhhh yeeeEEESSSSS~! AH! AH! IT'S MY FAULT I WAS SO BAAAAAD~!" Finally acceptance, a decent sized puddle the only sign of Iino's past indecency, her old notebook becoming a blue clipboard, his pocketed pen now pink and adorable, much like her.

"T-TsubAHHs-sAHH~ Noooo~!" The new Iino's now former girlfriend wasn't far behind, her proportions thinning, breasts shrinking a tad as brown hair pooled down in waves. The girls usually took a little longer which was strange, but Iino theorized it likely had to do with higher barriers for certain stimuli before giving in. Her former boyfriend clacked over to her, smiling as she rubbed her changing "friend's" shoulder.

"Don't worry Nagisa, all students who misbehave secretly want to be Iino. I only realized it after giving in. You can stop pretending, I know how much you want to live morally. Isn't that right... Iino?"

"N-No you freaks! I'm N-AHHHGIII-? Ohh~ I'm n-nahht- Wait no staaaaaahhHHHHP~"

A gush ran down her thighs, her former identity fading as Iino groaned a little, blushing as she apologized for the mess, both of the new copies of her promising to clean it up right away. The seniors were returning from their trips tomorrow, and Iino was certain they would be shocked to see how much the school had changed over the last few days. If they had any concerns or issues, they could always submit it via writing though if any students took a more heated approach they'd soon find themselves joining the Iino majority. She wondered how many would make it to graduation and how many would find themselves repeating a few years with her.

She did have some enjoyment in seeing the people who bullied her for years giving in to her way of thinking, though she felt no guilt at their please, their desperate attempts to hold on to whatever shreds of identity remained. It was all up to them. She held no blame in others breaking the rules, even if she did admit to taking some perverted pleasure in the changes in the comfort of her home. That's why she figured they all secretly wanted to be her. After all, it wasn't THIS hard to follow the rules. Besides none of her former classmates ever complained once the punishment finished and most agreed the process was most invigorating. The bell rang and all four Iino's smirked, returning to their respective classes after the break, ready to make the school a more moral, respectable institution, one Iino at a time.