ROYAL REWARD: Himiko's New Trick (Selfcest, Inflation, Popping, Danganronpa)

Tenko’s heels clacked against the steps as Himiko led her down to the stage. “H-Himiko, are you sure you’re okay? You look a little sweaty…” 

Himiko swallowed, rubbing her hands together nervously. “O-of course I am, Tenko,” she said, refusing to meet her gaze. “What could pooooossibly be the matter?” She kicked herself–what was she doing? She was supposed to be a performer! Why did she have such bad stage fright?

“J-just stay here and watch,” she said, plonking Tenko in the front row. Before the martial artist could reply, she hurried backstage and took a deep breath to compose herself. “Okay, Himiko, you can do this. Here we go…” Grabbing her wand, she stepped out onto the stage. 

“Prepare to be amazed. Fall to your knees. I am Himiko Yumeno, the Ultimate Mage. For the first and only trick of today’s performance, I, Himiko Yumeno, will cast the 9th Level Spell: Simulacrum!” 

She paused, expecting claps. Down in the front row, Tenko stared at her, baffled. 

Himiko swallowed. “O-okay,” she said, a little flustered. “Allow me to begin!” Raising her hands, she started chanting the words she’d found in her grimoire, her voice growing louder and louder, until at last–

She brought her hands together with a clap, and with a poof of smoke, everything went white. Down in the stands, Tenko squealed in surprise. 

Himiko held her breath as she fanned the smoke away. Slowly, it dispersed, and as it did she found herself looking into a mirror. Or so it seemed at first glance–the illusion broke the second her doppelganger moved on her own, of course. 

Together, the two of them clasped hands and spun. “Ta-da!” cried Himiko 1. “What do you think, Tenko?” 

Tenko stared at her, jaw agape. “H-Himiko, this is a really impressive trick!” 

“It’s not a trick!” snapped Himiko and her clone. And for once it wasn’t–the spellbook she’d found contained real magic–it was like it had fallen out of an RPG. The two of them folded their arms. “Want to see me prove it?” asked Himiko 2, smirking mischievously. 

“What are you planning?” asked Himiko 1. Her doppelganger leaned in and whispered the answer in her ear. “Oooo, that’s a good one. That’ll definitely show Tenko it isn’t a trick.” Grinning now, she stepped back, her wand raised. “Ready, Tenko?” 

“R-ready for–?” 

Without a pause, Himiko 2 started to strip, throwing off her hat to start, though the rest of her clothes soon joined it. As her panties joined her bra on the floor, Himiko 1 slipped behind her and groped her, wrapping her hands around her petite boobs and squeezing hard. “What do you think, Tenko?” 

Tenko looked as if someone had punched her in the nose. 

As Tenko hurried to stifle her nosebleed, Himiko 1 twirled away and grabbed her wand. “Now,” she said, raising it high. “Watch as I make my incredible clone disappear!” 

“D-disappear?” said Tenko, eyes growing even wider.

“But first,” continued Himiko, “I have to make her just a liiiittle bit bigger…” She wiggled her wand. 

With a whispered word, magic flowed from the wand’s tip, through the air, and into the mouths and, ah, other holes of her clone, who shuddered on the spot, groping herself and blushing. “Ooo, it feels good.” 

Boing! Her stomach expanded, blown fat and gravid. As she rubbed it and moaned, it grew even larger. 

Himiko 1 found herself rubbing her thighs together and blushing. Down in the stands, Tenko’s nose started bleeding all over again. 

Boing! Boing! As her stomach swelled, Himiko 2’s boobs and buttcheeks also joined in on the fun, bloating into a quartet of giant, jiggling sacks which on the surface of her increasingly spherical body. “Oooh, it feels so good.” Her lower lips, equally pumped up, squirted all over the stage. 

Biting her lip, Himiko 1 approached, raised her wand, and started to rub her doppelganger’s pussy with it, making the clone screamed in pleasure, her nipples perking as she squirted even harder. Slipping her fingers into her own sex, Himiko 1 bit her lip and blushed and forced the wand in deeper, savoring the screams of swelling sister as she grew and grew and grew…

By now, Himiko 2 had reached the diameter of a small car, her stomach blown into a taut, rubbery sphere that squeaked each time she so much as shivered. She floated over a growing puddle of her own juices, whimpering each time the original worked her pussy a little harder.

Wrenching her fingers out of her sex, Himiko grabbed her bloating balloon of a sister by the leg and dragged her closer, freeing her to force her the tip of her wand into the cunt of her clone with a pop. Himiko 2 screamed, pleading and begging. As her body grew, pumped full of magic, her voice became increasingly high-pitched, as if she were high on helium.

Dissatisfied, Himiko pulled it out with a pop, raised it to her lips and licked it like a lollipop.

As Tenko came her pants, Himiko 1 grinned even wider. Holding her wand aside, she took a deep breath and buried her face in her sister’s sex, threading her tongue deep into the oozing tunnel hidden between her puffed-up cheeks. The scent and humidity were like a sauna. 

Her doppel screamed, wailed, and with one final twitch of Himiko’s tongue: came with a wild, orgasmic moan. 

As Himiko 1 pulled her lips away, leaving a thin trail of grool connecting her to her clone’s pussy, her doppelganger floated higher and higher, her skin squeaking with the strain of holding her together, until at last, unable to take any more, it shuddered one final time and–

–she popped with an enormous bang. 

Confetti rained on the stage. “Ta-da!” said Himiko, wiping her lips on her sleeve. “What do you think, Tenko?” 

Down in the stands, Tenko swallowed. “C-could you do that to me?” 

“E-eh?”