ROYAL REWARD: Mikan's Medicinal Mishap (Inflation, Popping, The Devil’s Lettuce, Danganronpa)

Mikan backed away, her hands raised defensively, as Akane bounded towards her. “I can’t!” she cried. “It’s against school rules!” 

“Aw, don’t be like that,” said Akane. “It’s not like we’re asking you to do anything you don’t normally do.” 

“Yeah!” cried Ibuki, approaching with a grin. “All we want you to do is let us into the medical cabinet! You go in there all the time, don’t you?” 

“O-only when necessary,” said Mikan, eyes trembling with fear.

Hiyiko rolled her own, groaning in disgust as she did so. “Urgh, stop being such a big baby,” she said, grabbing Mikan’s cheek and pinching it painfully. “What are you afraid of anyway?” 

Mikan sniveled. “If… if they find out I let you in there, the academy will expel me!” 

Hiyiko snorted. “So? It’s not like you’re capable of graduating anyway! So you’re not exactly risking anything, are you, you stupid klutz?” 

“Come on, Mikan, don’t be such a pussy!” said Ibuki. “It’s not like you have to stick around and take the blame or anything! All you gotta do is let us in!” 

As the three girls loomed over her, their grins wide and their eyes merciless, Mikan found her resistance crumbling. “Okay,” she said at last, “I’ll let you in… But you have to promise not to take more than I tell you!”

“Uh huh,” said Hiyoko. 

“Oh yeah, yeah,” said Akane. 

“Sure, sure,” said Ibuki. “Now come on, let us at the drugs!” 

Five minutes later, Mikan’s key turned in the lock with a click. She’d barely had time to pull it out before the three of them rushed past her and into the closet, carrying her with them. Trembling, she closed the door and locked it behind them–she didn’t want anyone stumbling on them while they were here. 

Hope’s Peak Academy’s medical closet yawned before the four of them like a cave of treasures, far vaster than any Mikan had ever worked with before. It had to be to store all the wonder drugs the Ultimate Pharmacist and Chemist and Herbalist and Biologist and so on produced. 

As she stood there shivering in the doorway, the other three rushed for the shelves, snatching greedily at the boxes and bottles stored there. “P-please don’t make a mess!” 

“Found some!” called Akane, moments later. The others stopped searching and hurried over to her. Mikan, curiosity momentarily overriding her fear, hurried to see what she’d found as well. 

What she found was the trio gathered around a box of medical cannabis vapes, neatly packaged and labeled. 

“Hey, Mikan!” cried Ibuki, raising one. “Look what we found!” 

Internally, Mikan released a sigh of relief. Of all the drugs they could be interested in, marijuana was the least dangerous of them. “Th-that’s great,” she said, trying to keep herself composed. “Now, can we take them and go?”

“Relax,” said Akane, snatching one out of the box herself. “You locked the door, didn’t you? It’s not like anyone else can get in here with us. Come on, let’s have some fun.” She popped the top of the pen and took a deep drag of the smoke inside. At once, her face flushed. Leaning back, she let out a deep sigh. “Oh yeah, that feels good.” 

Ibuki and Hiyoko hurried to copy her. Mikan could only stand there and watch in terror as the two took deep puffs themselves. Soon, all three were as high as the Ultimate Kite, their eyes red and their expressions amused. 

“Hey! Hey!” cried Akane. “Who do you think can take the deepest puff?” 

Hiyiko snorted. “Who cares?” she asked, taking a delicate little one. 

“Me, obviously!” cried Ibuki. The marijuana hadn’t done anything to quieten her. “I’ve got the biggest lungs because I’m a singer, right? So of course I can take the deepest puff!” And to move it, she stuck the pen back into her mouth and inhaled so hard Mikan worried she’d suck the entire thing down her throat. Mentally, she ran through the Heimlich Maneuver in preparation. 

Fortunately, she didn’t have to perform it. A moment later, Ibuki pulled away, her cheeks bulging but otherwise unharmed. “Mmmphf! Mmmphf!” Standing, she poked her cheeks to emphasize how full they were. Smoke leaked out of her nostrils. 

As Akane and Hiyoko laughed, Ibuki suddenly turned to Mikan, and a strange expression came over her face. Before Mikan could react, Ibuki leapt across the aisle and grabbed her, planted her lips on her own, and exhaled as if she were blowing up a balloon. 

Mikan’s eyes went wide in horror as liter after liter of marijuana smoke poured into her body, instantly muddying her thoughts and making her light-headed. She stumbled back, but Ibuki clung to her, lips tight to Mikan’s own and an amused look in her eyes. 

As Ibuki breathed into her, Mikan moaned to find her stomach filling, pumped painfully full. Looking down, she squealed to see it rising, pumped round and growing bigger and rounder with the second. Eyes wide, she tried to pull away, but Ibuki held her firm, refusing to release her. 

Second by second, liter after liter of smoke, Mikan’s body bulged fatter and fatter, lifting her apron and straining the rest of her clothing too. Her stomach received the bulk of the growth, but once it reached the size of an exercise ball, the gas started to spread to the rest of her body as well. Mikan screwed up her eyes and moaned inside as her boobs started to bloat, followed seconds later by her buttcheeks and her thighs. Straining her tops and her skirt, they produced a loud ripping sound as they fought to get through them. Akane and Hiyoko burst into laughter. 

Ibuki, meanwhile, continued to exhale, breathing out and out and out, until Mikan’s body started to squeak with the tautness of her skin, struggling to expand any further. 

Mikan herself, blown to the size of a small car, the sides of her rotund body squeezed against the shelves, could only moan and wiggled her chubby fingers desperately as each popped into fullness one by one. Pop! Poppop! 

Finally, pinching a squirming Mikan’s lips, Ibuki pulled away. 

“Go on, finish her!” cried Hiyoko. “It’s not like we need her anymore anyway!” 

“Yeah, make her pop!” cried Akane. “Make her pop! Make her pop!” 

Mikan’s eyes trembled in terror. 

Grinning, Ibuki sucked in a deep breath and planted her lips on Mikan’s once more. As she exhaled, Mikan’s skin squeaked, and she had just enough time to experience one final little blast of orgasmic pleasure, and then–

With a tremendous bang, Mikan burst like an overblown balloon, shaking the shelves and showering the three other girls with scraps of her flesh and clothing. As one, they burst themselves: into laughter. 

As her pieces showered the floor, the camera turned to linger on the box of medical cannabis pens, lying discarded among the mess. 

‘Placebo’, said the label on its side, in bright, bold writing.