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"So why do you want my help?" The chair spins as Tooru... does something. It's not like Shoto can see if she's kicking a foot or swinging her butt. "We don't really talk much."

"I am attempting to expand my horizons." Shoto pauses for a second. "In the manner most suitable to give my father a stress headache."

"Yeah, so... why me?" Her voice sounds intrigued, at least. "I don't have anything to do with your dad."

"No, but you are adept at pranking." Shoto nods at his computer, still open to the special website that Ochako had given him. "Think of this like a prank. We do not need to be especially mean, his own habit of overthinking and stressing shall do most of the work."

"Alright!" A giggle fills the air as the mouse begins to move under an invisible hand. "So what does your dad not like?"

"Hmm..." Thinking back, much of what the man stated he hated was more venting than actual loathing. It takes quite a bit of energy to hate, and Endeavor is always far too busy for it. Frankly, Shoto has no idea what to do with the extra three hours now that he's stopped scheduling proper hate sessions. "Perhaps... dogs?"

"Dogs? Alright." The screen moves as Tooru begins to look. "From what you've said he really doesn't like being second either, so something playing into that would be good..."

"Denying my fire." It is perhaps the only thing Shoto can say without a doubt he hated. Why, exactly, is more murky now, what with him attempting to be better. Or something like that.

"Maybe... I think I can remember this one thing..." Another few clicks and a much shorter search comes up. Only a few videos, not even enough to cover one page. "There! I knew Yaomomo said something about it in an old game she played."

"What did you find?" Connecting those pieces himself would have taken a lot longer.

"You want to know, or do you want to feel?" Even invisible, Tooru's mirth is obvious. "It's a paired video, so I get to have some fun too."

Shoto doesn't speak for a long second. It's... a lot of trust. To do something like that sight unseen. Especially since Tooru mentioned not being at the top, which could be taken any number of ways. On the other hand, this is Tooru. While they aren't close, she wouldn't actively harm him. Just... play a little prank on him, in addition to Endeavor. So... "Alright."

"YAY!" The seat bounces as Tooru pops forward to slide the headphones over his ears. "Listen carefully, alright?"

Shoto takes a deep breath. "Right."

The video starts with a howl. Literally, a wolf's howl. Which Shoto can only identify because of that one fire wolf Quirk woman that he met while training at the actual Endeavor agency. She was nice.

Yeahh... It's... nice.

Shoto breaths out and settles himself on his bed. His shoulders droop as he smiles. The howling fades, still there but distant, as cold winds comes through the headset. His head rests on his pillow, positioned so he can see Tooru squirming in her seat. She seems so tense. So purposeful... it's nice.

Not anything like Shoto. Oh sure, there are things he... "Haaah..." No, nothing really important. Being a Hero? Endeavor's decision. Using only his ice side? Entirely from spite. Not something he personally wanted.

Honestly, what is he even doing with his fire side? It isn't super important. Sure he heats himself up, but he doesn't need fire for that.

He shifts on the bed. His clothes are so uncomfy. He doesn't really need them, right? It's... hard to say. Maybe... it'd be good to get rid of them? A good thing he already dressed down in preparation for this. The only reason he hadn't gone entire nude is because of Tooru.

Oh... Tooru. She looks even livelier now. Looks in truth too, since he can see skin now. A nice purple look, maybe with some black tattoo like designs? It's really pretty.

A smile crawls over Shoto's face. The bed is really comfy. There isn't any reason to get off it, at least until someone gives an order. Someone... who?

"Hmm?" One hand crawls up to a lip as Shoto ponders. The claw at the end pressing on the slightly puffy feature as he thinks. It's haaard. "Who is...?"

Everything feels all stuffed up. Thinky thoughts just swirling in circles. So much easier just to listen and be directed. The hand slides back down, ripping through her clothing as new breasts peek out.

"Shoto." The person in question freezes, attention immediately snapping to Tooru. She is exceptionally changed, her video faster or her body more accepting. "Are you ready, puppy?"

Shoto nods and lets out a quick moan as Mistress rests a hand on a breast.

"You must be so confused now." Shoto moans, mouth falling open to let some drool spill out. "Thats good, puppy. It means everything has worked out."  Tooru rests a finger on Shoto's chin, black sclera making her iridescent eyes stand out even more. "I'm going to tell you things, and you're going to accept them."

"Yeesss..." All though start to flow juuust right. Let Mistress handle all the thinky stuff. All Shot... Sh... Puppy had to do was sit still for Mistress.

"Good puppy." Puppy pants as the words make her core heat up, leeching the heat out of the room in the process. "First, your name is Aki." Aki smiles. "Second, you are a frozen hellhound. You can only make ice, and you were never human." Aki lets herself relax as Mistress speaks. "Third, you belong to me. That means when I tell you to do something you do it, and if I want your body to be a certain way it is that way."

Mistress puts a gentle finger on Aki's dick and pushes down. The girl whines as the member slowly sinks into her body, slight bits of cum pulsing out as it splits and shift into a new vagina. The smile Mistress gives has Aki cum, her new pussy almost clenching around Mistress' finger.

"Good." Mistress swings herself onto the bed, just over Aki's pussy. "Fourth, smile for the camera." Aki turns her head to the side and gives the widest smile she can at the camera to the side. "I'll have to edit out the nude bits, but thats fine. He'll get the message. Probably disguise it as an accidental send too. But thats for later." Mistress slides forward. "I'll give you new rules in a minute. For now, lick."

Aki rushes forward, her arms circling around Mistress so she can lick at the wonderful pussy in front of her. It's mindless, wonderful work, and Aki can't think of anything better.

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Drones Alpha and Beta

"Muscles!" He made it! Perfect! "Just come over here!"

"Mei..."  Ten Million rubs the back of his neck and sighs. "I know you want me to test your inventions, but everyone is really busy right now."

"I knoow!" Super annoying! "But thats not what I need!" Mei turns to look Mean Green in the eyes, blinking twice to activate her newest baby. "I need assistants! Permanent helpers that can help me make my babies and test them."

"Okay..." Glowstick blinks a few times and shakes his head. "What do you..."

"Hey, you could be that!" Mei leans forward and blinks one more time. The swirls in her eyes shift and swirl even more. A perfect test so far! Her baby is definitely making him suggestible. "What do you say?"

"I need to... be a Hero?" He leans forward, face almost touching Mei's. "Need to..."

"You can be a Hero! It just needs to be someone else being my asisstant, right?" Wouldn't do to push too hard, Sparkler still needs to use her babies in the field. Getting an assistant just to lose a customer wouldn't be any good.

"R... riight." His mouth falls open, a little bit of drool coming down.

"Perfect!" A gentle hand moves him to the side, just in front of a large tube. "Strip."

Her new asisstant moves sluggishly to comply. Hmm, best fix that in later versions. Maybe pull back on the thought dampening? But that would make her baby less effective...

"Oh!" Input an obsession! That'll make them work quickly and keep the effectiveness. "I need to make adjustments!" Mei spins around, before making it a full spin and looking back at Alpha. She points at the tube. "Get into the chamber."

The drone complies without question, settling in the tube as it closes behind him.

"Perfect! Now..." Mei isn't a geneticist. Lots of tricky boring things, but that doesn't mean she is entirely unfamiliar with the discipline. Knowing enough to properly work with a clients body is paramount. This also means she knows just how to use the random research she found. "I'm so glad I set up that baby!"

Seriously, you wouldn't think anyone would use a blog these days. Especially not to dump a lot of Quirk focused genetics research. Whoever AllOne'sLover is, he knows his stuff! When he isn't drunkenly ranting about his 'big love bear' leaving him to go to Tartarus.

"ANYWAY!" Mei throws the lever! That bitch Kenranzaki screams. "Wrong lever!" Mei throws the other lever! "BEGIN!"

The tube begins to fill as Mei smiles. Programming it was really annoying, but it should work out just fine! Plus it allows her to test a few more babies! This is going to shoot her to the top no matter what.

"Let's see..." The readouts look good. Actually... she probably could have tried another Quirk. Her new assistant has super impressive Quirk compatibility. His bodies ability to adapt to changes in genetic structure only matches by the one Machia guy in the files. "Now..."

"You are Mei Hatsume's assistant." "You were always Mei Hatsume's assistant." "You love Mei Hatsume." "You think she is wonderful." "You love doing whatever she says." "You feel pleasure when you help her."

Looks like the personality implantation is going well. Start with the most important stuff, then put in all the technical knowledge and other things needed. How about the Quirks?

"Now which to use..." Her baby is only set up to add five Quirks in this time. She probably could do six, but everything needs to be preset, so it's not possible this time. The Quirks of a significant number of people are already catalogued, so it's just a matter of making sure the ones she picks fit together. Plus seeing how the implantation affects the host. "These!"

AllOne'sLover had all his research focused on repurposing a body to take any Quirk. Which is really just a bad way to go about it. A hackjob. Everyone knows you shouldn't try and use a wrench when a screwdriver will do! Quirks which don't interfere with each other can work together just fine without any complicated body modification.

So Mei just had to pick a couple of Quirks that work alongside her assistants, while also being the sort of thing she wants available. No problem! The Quirks of Printer, Charger, Pinky, Spooky, and Knock Out all work together and are things constantly needed. They can always be swapped out if she needs to.

"Inject!" Mei turns her attention to the tube. The original one used a complex series of injections, surgery, and short blasts of other Quirks to work. Her baby just uses the mechanics of one of the Quirks AllOne'sLover had files on. It's weird he never tried it himself, since it's one of the oldest he studied and is entirely focused around giving and taking Quirks. Must be a weird blind spot.

Inside the tube her test subject freezes. His head goes ramrod straight and his mouth falls open. Drool drips down as his eyes turn into empty spirals. Flesh almost seems to pulse and shift as the Quirks dig in.

It starts with skin. A pink wave sweeping out to dye the entire body. Then things really kick into gear. Hair lengthens, shifting colour to a riotous combination of pink, yellow, black, and white. The body pulls into itself, muscle disappearing and height flowing down into something more dainty.

"Oh..." Mei licks her lips. This one is... perfect. She's going to need another assistant. One to fuck and one to help. "Yesss." A quick message has her other assistant going to come this way soon.

The body has finished slimming down. And changing sexes, apparently? That's odd. The body is masculine, as is one of the donors. Plus quite a few of those weird strands in his DNA. Wait... no, not quite changed.

Pulses rock everything. The fat in the body almost seeming to move in real time under the skin. Breasts pump up. First small ones, then getting larger and larger. Then even larger still, enough to likely impede her ability to work. Well... that's not a problem. She won't be working with her hands a lot anyway.

Her ass gets the same treatment, spilling out of the chair in a display of the perfect amount of plush to firm ratio. Her balls are gone, pulled back into a vagina, but her dick stays. Even pumping up a little bit.

Finally, she blinks, the crosshairs denoting Mei's success in her eyes. "Oh." She practically leaps off the chair. Or would, if her ass wasn't slightly stuck. It takes a tug or two for her to manage to get up. "Mei!"

The bounce of her body is obvious as she stands at attention. Mei licks her lips. "Who are you?"

"I am Alpha! Mei's first drone helper!" She shivers. "I want to help you with everything! Use me as you will!"

"Good." Mei looks down and grabs the clipboard next to her. "What will you do if I tell you 'return to Hero mode'?"

"I will immediately resume the appearance and personality of the person marked as Izuku Midoriya!" Alpha gives a big smile. A bit of wetness drips from her lower body. "I will then complete my assignments and return to Mei's workshop!"

Full marks there. "What will you do when you get back to my workshop?"

"I will immediately being assisting with any current babies. If no babies are available I will pleasure Mei until told otherwise." The drone shudders at the idea. "Should Mei not be available I will pleasure myself until she is."

"Perfect!" Full marks across the board!

"Mei?" Oh! Mei turns to watch as Gravity peeks into the room. "You said Deku needed me?"

"Yeah!" Mei bounces forward and blinks three times. Time to test her babies' more aggressive mode. "I need some help."

"I- I- uhh..." Beans giggles. "I... can... want to do..." Drool splatters onto her boobs as she giggles more. "...."

"Perfect!" Mei motions toward her other drone. "Set up the chambers again. Use the Quirks of Booty and Queen." Hmm... "What other Quirk would work?"

"Perhaps the Quirk of your blonde customer?" Alpha pours over the Quirks on the computer. From a respectful distance, so her boobs don't hit the keyboard. "It seems it would not cause issues."

"Perfect, use that too!" The other woman giggles again, one hand kneading her boob as another slips under her skirt. "Huh, this baby isn't supposed to cause arousal..." Maybe she's just like that?

"Of course." Typing reaches Mei's ears as she leads her new drone forward.

"Oh, and make sure to set parameters so that she'll be able to go back!" Actually... "You place her in the tub and ensure she climaxes before we begin. I need to set parameters."

Alpha giggles as she flounces forward. Mei watches as her drone leads her drone to be forward. Oh... maybe those boobs are going to need to be made a little smaller. Maybe use that big boob Quirk? That'll allow her to keep those massive pillows without having them get in the way of cunnilingus. Not that them being that big is actually stopping Alpha.

"Whatever." A shake of the head and the computer begins to beep. Proper parameters... make certain she can go back... actually... just throw in the big boob Quirk here too. It'll fit, barely. Make sure to set a proper level of devotion and sex drive... alter the intelligence parameters too. Also make her a bit more independent. Alpha will need someone to keep her properly fucked, and it looks like Mei won't always be able to do it. Dealing with two drones means some help is necessary, especially with the intended future expansions. "Ready! Alpha, clear the chamber!"

"Yes!" Alpha bounces out. Honestly... Alpha might not be capable of not bouncing everywhere. She is... exceptionally bouncy.

"Begin!" The chamber closes. The process is quite similar, and yet slightly different. Instead of the movement of the body, Beta's body puff up all at once. A sudden growth, then an equally sudden stop, and then another sudden growth. It's quite the experience, apparently, if the increasing amount of liquid on the chair is any indication.

No gender alterations this time, and looking a lot more professional. Running things unshackled for Alpha seems to have been a mistake. Oh well, it can always be changed later. Maybe when she updates Alpha to a new personality. Gotta keep testing everything after all.

Mei grabs the clipboard again and flips to a new page. "Beta!"

The drone in the chamber smoothly stands up, a smug smile on her face. She puts a hand up into a lazy salute. "Mistress."

Oh, that's good. "We can do the check later!" Mei tosses the clipboard onto the table. "Alpha, lay down. You're now intensely horny and your boner will not go down. Use your Quirks to ensure you always have ejaculate." Pregnancy isn't going to be an issue- Mei has a baby for that. "Beta, test Alpha's Quirk factor and breast milk. Ensure it is doing what it is supposed to!"

"YES!" "Yes, Mistress."

Alpha's immediately flops to the floor, body cushioned by all her glorious curves. Mei steps forward and thanks the fact that she never wears panties. The length that slides inside of her is perfect. The exact right one to hit everything perfectly!

"I have the best drones!" OH YES! A climax shakes her already, and Alpha's dick responds by shooting a hot load inside. An absurd amount of cum, actually. Perfect! "I'm going to need more after this!" Earjacks is a good candidate! A bit of messing and Alpha can use her Quirks to make her a drone by cumming inside her enough. That'll be a perfect test!

Drone Gamma

Kyoka rubs the back of her neck as she walks into Hatsume's workshop. The support tech had been working on some real important thing lately and both Midoriya and Uraraka wanted her to see it. Something about it blowing her mind or something. Considering how much time they're spending with her it's absolutely going to be interesting.

"Hatsume?" The door opens to the usual chaos of the workshop. Stuff scattered about with no way to tell what's new. "You there?"

"Yes!" The inventor pops out from behind a stack of something or other. Her eyes are... really pretty. "Time for the next test! Alpha, everything is ready!"

"Who..." Kyoka blinks a few times, but the glow of Hatsume's eyes stays with her. The spiraling of her cross hair pupils catching every thought she tries to form. "Whaaaa..."

Kyoka quickly rights herself. Her head is all stuffy, thoughts getting caught in traffic. Is it breezy in here? Wait, who is that- Hatsume's eyes encompass her vision as the pink haired mechanic pops up right in front her her.

"Don't worry about it." Right. Nothing to worry about. "Just sit still."

That makes sense. Kyoka smiles as hands pull her toward a stand just off to the side. Her skirt and panties are gone, but it isn't anything to worry about.

"Alpha!" Someone steps forward out of the clutter at the back. Or stands up, really, having been cramped under Hatsume's table. "Begin injection test!"

Kyoka blinks as she gets a better look at Alpha. She looks a bit like Mido, actually, but it isn't anything to worry about. Nor is that massive dick anything to worry about, already slick with pre-cum as it is.

Alpha giggles as she throws Hatsume a lazy salute. "Of course, Mistress. Fuck drone Alpha beginning test."

"Ahhh~" Kyoka' mouth opens wide as Alpha slams her dick into her pussy. The dick churns a little bit, shifting inside until it fits absolutely perfectly. It feels amazing, and the sheer heat wafting off it is perfect. Just the thing to make absolutely certain this isn't anything to worry about.

Kyoka breaths in as Alpha sets her hands on Kyoka's hips. The smell of the dick hits her almost like a physical force. It's just so funny! Her thoughts bounce and thoughts stop at the smell.

"Injection one." The dick inside her pulses, a wave of cum forcing itself into Kyoka. It's warm and soothing. A small sigh flows out as Kyoka relaxes. The cum almost feels like it's shifting, flowing outward and bringing warmth to all her limbs. "Initial injection successful. Onahole drone Gamma responding positively to alteration."

"Beyond my expectations. This might even be a better way than the tank!" Hatsu- Mei pauses. "Hm... change course. Alter implantation from onahole drone to recruitment drone."

"Of course!" Kyoka let's out a small whine as Alpha stops. No need to worry though. The warmth from the cum is making her chest feel all good.

She relaxes even further onto Alpha's dick as she can hear something churn inside the other woman. It sounds so good. Her thoughts follow the noise, churning away into something different. Kyoma let's her body fall forward onto the massive tits of Alpha. As she should.

"Complete." Alpha places her hands on Kyoma's shoulders. "Resuming."

"Ahhh~" The sudden thrust has Kymma cum. Her brain blanking, the churning overtaking everything. Cum explodes into her. So much that she can feel her belly getting bigger and bigger. "So good!"

The warmth floods her body even faster. It soothes her aches and pains, making everything snap just into the place it should be. The perfect fit for a recruiter like her.

"More. I waaant to bee... complete." The test must be finished. Gamma relaxes fully, her body nothing more than an onahole for Alpha to use. Her head feels all warm, new abilities snapping into place as her body develops.

Alpha doesn't stop pumping cum in. So much that even flowing as it is, it can't stop Gamma's belly from getting even larger. That's fine. Not anything to be worried about.

All Gamma can do is smile as her ass plumps up. Her tits puff up as well, milk filling them. The same stuff that's given her so much warmth! The perfect stuff to spread around and give to others. She can even feel where her Mistress could insert alternate modes for her. Such a thoughtful Mistress she has.

"Implantation initially successful." Alpha doesn't stop fucking her. Which is good- Alpha knows when the drones need another dose. She ensures they don't need to worry. Except for Beta, of course, because Beta is the head drone. Gamma blinks and looks around for Beta. There she is, next to Mistress, writing down Mistress' wisdom.

"Excellent work, Alpha!" Mistress laughs. "Finish and relieve Beta. I need to test Gamma myself."

One last flood of cum and Alpha drops Gamma. Nothing to worry about, Gamma's new wonderful body ensures the drop doesn't even hurt. Such a good Mistress ensuring Gamma has all the abilities she needs.

Cum churns out, Gamma's belly gradually returning to a neutral state. The last of the changes being applied just as they should be. Just have to make sure everything works.

Breasts? Milk comes out fine. Penis? Cum displays proper properties. Vagina? Properly elastic to allow insertion of recruits, and grips well to ensure no escape. Mouth? Equally as elastic as the vagina. Stomach? Multi chamber design working, stretching within proper parameters to intake recruit. Butt? Also properly elastic.

"Recruitment drone Gamma fully operational!" Gamma would salute as her sisters do, but she can't. She can't move at all, actually. Nothing to worry about. It's just onahole mode being engaged.

"Perfect!" Mistress pulls down her pants to present her perfect dick. "Need to test this baby out!"

Gamma shivers as Mistress begins to fuck her. The contact is addictive. Warmth and pleasure flowing into her from every little spot Mistress touches. And her dick? Such a wonderful perfectly prepared thing. The slapping of flesh of flesh echoes into the room as Mistress fucks her new drone.

Beta continues to write on the clipboard. Making note of all the results and  everything that should be improved. Alpha fucks her in the ass at the same time, causing Beta to continually shift her arms as her belly swells. Gamma smiles at the sight. Not that she can do anything but smile. Nothing to worry about there, though.

The smile goes slack as Mistress cums. It almost feels like it's going straight to Gamma's brain. Drowning all her thoughts in the wonderful feeling of not being worried at all. About anything.

Mistress will take care of it.

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Now Denki isn't the... sharpest knife in the drawer? "I don't even own knives."

He shakes his head and goes back to his computer with a smile. With everyone else getting involved he really should too. Once everyone sees what a manly man he'll turn into they'll definitely give him attention like Midoriya gets!

Though this plan is somewhat stymied by the fact that none of them will actually share where they got their hypno videos or whatever it is.

"Doesn't matter." Denki clicks proudly on the first video in the search bar. It looks like the right sort of thing, anyway. "Sizzle pop sex hypno. Hah, just like me!"

Except the sex. But he doesn't like to think about that.

A quick shake of the head sends those thoughts away, like they should be, and he puts on the headphones. His head bops to the music, the sorta... techno track is pretty good. He'd listen to it even without the everything.

Speaking of the everything.

Denki blinks... whoa, those are such pretty looking symbols. Curves and lines and... a giggle pops from his throat.

Those are kan... ka... write squiggles! They mean words and things!

"Ahhh." Denki lets out a heavy breath at figuring it out. See! Not stupid! Another giggle shakes his titties. "Waaait."

She pats the front of her shirt and pouts. "They were bigger, right?"

Remembering is so hard? Better to just do what the screen thingy is... Mnnn.

Electricity flows. All that sparky shock stuff in her head going all down into her titties and butt and stuff!

Another giggle fills the air as her shirt strains. Her titties are big now! But... a frown crosses her face as she raises her arms to push up her boobs.

A short crack sounds out as the naturally high electricity of her body discharges on contact.

"OHHH!" Den... D... Her eyes cross as her tits jump in size, ripping through her shirt. Cum paints the remnants of her pants as those also fall away. "D... Doi! Yeah! Doi should have known..."

Doi knocks a fist against her head as she lets her tongue hands a bit out of her mouth. The shock isn't something she expected, despite the same thing happening not even a minute prior.

"Ahhh!" Her thinky parts are all floaty! Like those things really high up! Another giggle leaves her lips as she brushes her ass length hair out of her face.

"Mnn..." Her hands crawls down her body, flesh reshaping as the crackling of discharge sounds through the room. Finally it stops at her teeny dick. "Teehee!"

The discharge sends her... discharging instantly. Cum flooding out and a gnawing hunger makes itself known in a spot she had never thought of before. Her fingers plunging into her new vagina as the last bits of cum spurt from her dick.

"Gahh." Her body shudders as her first female climax washes over her. It isn't enough. "Doi want some dick!"

She giggles as she flops out of the chair, legs not quite up to working yet. The door to her room opens as if on some cosmic timer.

"Kaminari where..." Jiro blinks as she takes in the room, and the mega slut giggling on the carpet. "The cleaners really must hate us now."

"Whee!" Doi stumbles forward to land on Jiro, her hands already reaching for the other girl's waistband. "Aww, Doi feel no bulge." A massive smile grows across her face. "Doi can fix!"

"WhaaAAA!" The crackling shocks of electricity pound into Jiro. First into the more reachable bits, her breasts pumping up in spurts at the will of a big titty electric motor. Her body curves, an hourglass forming as Doi finally manages to figure out how pants work... or at least figure out that she can just slide her hand down the waistband instead of trying to figure out a button.

"Biiig cock!" And so it shall be. The discharging electricity pumping up Jiro's clit into a proper slut pounder. Doi licks her lips and almost stops, but the sudden reversal of the growth has her gasp and rush to drop her mega charge titties on the member.

"Fuck!" Jiro's body shakes as she cuts instantly. The tit flesh jiggling and tigling her new dick in just the right way.

"YAY!" Doi throws her hand up with a cheer as the cum splatters all of her face and titties. "Fuck Doi!"

"Yeah." Jiro's push has Doi flopping back onto the floor of her room. Her massive butt big enough to have her cunt raised and ready as the other woman stands. She can feel the lack of electricity shrinking her, but that doesn't matter.

"Yaaaassss!" Doi's cry ends into an unintelligible mess as Jiro puts her new dick to good use. It's even still growing, matching to fit perfectly in the bimbo's vagina.

They don't make it to dinner. By the morning four other people work to sleep off the charge, and Denki doesn't quite manage to revert all the way back.

Completely unintentionally, or at least that's what he claims.

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Backstory

The world is broken. Quite when this occurred, or how, is completely unknown. It is only recently these questions are even being asked- humanity finally having recovered enough to support those not dedicated entirely to furthering survival. These individuals have managed to collect and describe the base essentials of the structure of the current world. With… some disagreements. The findings that are (mostly) collectively agreed on are below:

• The Breaking is directly responsible for the current state of the world. The rare maps that can be confirmed to be before the breaking showing a significantly different continental structure.
• Mana is the fundamental ‘rules’ of reality in a semi-physical effectively gaseous form. It is not visible to the naked eye.
• Everything requires Mana to live, but too much Mana can equally be poisonous. Some entities are only able to exist by maintaining a specific amount of Mana- enough to stabilize their forms but not enough that the ‘rules’ Mana embodies destroys their body.
• A lack of Mana in an area results in increasingly improbable or outright impossible changes. This includes living things which violate one or more ‘laws’ which would normally govern creatures- such as the square cube law.
• Mana dense areas are naturally occurring ‘wellsprings’ of Mana, and are unusually stable. Often these areas host creatures which circulate Mana by existing.
• Mana is not subject to entropy- a small amount of Mana can be utilized to make a larger amount. This has led to theories that The Breaking was a sudden destruction or removal of a significant amount of Mana from the world.
• Many things, living and not, are capable of manipulating Mana. This allows them to alter, enforce, remove, or otherwise interact with the ‘rules’ Mana governs. Humans are one of very few things capable of utilizing Mana in multiple ways, instead of only through specific natural effects, and generate Mana naturally.

It is the last point which has caused so many problems. Something which naturally generates Mana is a significant prize to those entities which require outside Mana to continue their existence- which is most of them. Those less intelligent, or whose evolutionary line did not lend to it, will attack and kill humans indiscriminately to satiate their desire for Mana. Those entities which evolved for it will often trap humans in some way, using their continual Mana generation to keep themselves existing.

Defenses were needed, and humans came together to create them. Direct Mana manipulation is possible, and is still popular, but comes with many risks. Utilizing it too much, especially in areas where Mana is scarce, risks the user damaging or eliminating their ability to generate Mana as the ‘rules’ Mana enforces becomes less binding the lower their internal reserves go. To this end methods to preserve Mana became popular. This resulted in the current system of the creation of ‘Storied Weapons’.

A human ‘taints’ the Mana they naturally generate. This ‘taint’ falls off quite quickly once away from them, but certain things encounter this ‘taint’ before it has a chance to dissipate. A ‘Storied Weapon’ is an object, which, despite the name, can be any object, that had Mana circulating through it enough to ‘remember’ that particular taint. This presses an impression of the user into the weapon, and a strong enough impression is capable of resuming their existence even after the death of the physical body by impressing this ‘taint’ on to a different entity. This entity is typically generated by special forms of Mana manipulation to be used for this purpose, but any human, or even other entities from outside of Mana dense areas, can be affected by it.

This effect becomes easier as the weapon begins being impressed by a ‘Legend’. The constant connection of the weapon to Mana, the ‘rules’, allows it to begin crafting its own ‘rules’. Why this occurs is not understood, but allows weapons that have been active sufficiently long to begin naturally manipulating Mana to create effects. Often the effects are related to how the wielder utilized their own Mana when using the weapon, but it is not always the case.

It is possible for either the impression or the legend to be altered. Either through natural circumstance, such as someone else taking up the weapon and being strong enough not the be overcome, or through unfortunate circumstance, such as a sudden lack of Mana, deliberate sabotage, or other means. This is referred to as a ‘Twisted Weapon’ and often results in unusual or unexpected changes in the wielder. Some entities are known to deliberately cause these- most often those known as ‘Demons’. Individuals that take up these weapons are changed in some ways, but retain their own Mana, contrary to unfortunately popular rumour. Though they may have to fulfil unique requirements or otherwise have changed needs.

Hasty Decisions May Impact Future Performance

Katsuki Bakugo, Ochako Uraraka

Transformation, Gender Bender, Possession, Poor Decision Making, Goth TF

Calling something The Best is always going to have a lot of extras disagreeing. Going into all the hypotheticals and exceptions and all of that. Absolute nonsense. Katsuki has been the best since he was four and hit his first Mana Spark.

Shattered a tree limb. Biggest Mana Spark anyone in town had seen. Definitely above any of the extras around. It'd been only the first in a long line of being The Best. First at the requires schooling and then in every party he'd even been in. All leading up to getting into The Best school.

UA is very well known for how famous its graduates get. Even more famous for how hard it pushes students. It's lucky to have half a class left to graduate by the end of official schooling. That's with everyone inside already being some level of impressive.

You can't get in right off of normal schooling- you've got to prove yourself. Take what missions and adventures you can. Or do it like other extras and have an apprenticeship or go back to school. Nothing you can get will really be impressive, but it's enough to get your feats together to attempt UA or any of those like it.

To go from small time to big time. Really make something of yourself. Head out into the wide world beyond the Mana Sink Zones and stop being scared.

Katsuki grins at the thought.

"I'm certain many of you already have some feats. A few if you might even have weapons." The teacher's stare is piercing as he turns to look at everyone. "None of that is impressive here. None of that is impressive anywhere outside. What you'll find outside of the easy living within the Sink Zone is incomparable to anything within it. Being able to adapt to the unexpected and thrive when your life is on the mone are necessary, and every day at UA will be a test to see if you can."

He raises his hands and line fills the room. Even Katsuki is tempted to gasp at all the weapons lining the walls. From the Unstoried Blanks to the more impressive Epic Impressions the weapons filling this one hall could easily supply another major expedition.

"You'll start here. Find a weapon. You should already be practiced in at least one before coming here. If you aren't or don't think you can learn fast enough then leave now." The man frowns. "We don't have any room to teach things you should have learned before coming here. We only have two years of instruction before sending you off as official Explorers connected to UA. That means we have a lot to teach and too little time to bother with unnecessary things."

"Ah..." Everyone turns to the one girl. She's standing next to Deku, looking like a book love interest who can't spit it out for 300 chapters. "What if we have a Weapon?"

"Hmm. Show me." How does this extra have a Weapon? Feh, not impressive anyway. The blood red knife she pulls out doesn't even look like something she knows how to use. "Where did you get that? Weapons aren't easy to come by."

"I traded for it." She stands taller now, more sure of herself. Her fingers sliding around the hilt more confidently with every second the Dagger spends unsheathed. The crooked smile taking shape on her face enough to have Katsuki tense.

"I wonder what trade would involve something like that." The teacher huffs. "Keeping only one Weapon is illogical. Grab another. You can use it as an offhand or a secondary, it doesn't matter which."

"Right." The girl settles back. Leaning against Deku like she was meant to be there. She taps the knife against her cheek as everyone keeps staring, her smile no less dangerous than before. "It's too cute not to keep."

"It's also illogical to ignore. All of you will be getting Blanks now, but you might find more impressive Weapons in your travels. The contain powers and abilities you will need to be able to access going forward." He gestures at a large broadsword. A massive slab of metal that is twisted and warped. It looks more like the entire thing exploded out of the hilt rather than being shaped. "But they also contain their wielder. None of you are ready to wield anything but the lowest ranks, and even those will have side effects."

Everyone turns back to the girl, who just shrugs. Katsuki grits his teeth. How dare this hobo looking washout say he can't handle something! He's The Best! Like anything they'd keep in a place like this would be too much!

"I want you all to carefully-" Katsuki stalks forward. Whatever else he has to say is useless blabbering. That Broadsword there? That's his. A Weapon exploding out of its hilt is too perfect not to have.

"DON'T!" Sliding metal sounds out as Katsuki grabs the hilt and forces his Mana into it. The essence of Himeself reaching into the Weapon to make it bend to his own hands.

It doesn't work. His Mana slams into a wall. An Epic, started before he was born and kept up until just a year ago. It denies him. His feats are unimpressive and unsuited. His hands not ready to hold something so large.

Himself pushes against the Weapon. He screams that he is here, and he will press Himself into the metal. Let all know that he carried this Weapon. Again he is denied. The Impressions of those before find him wanting. His will diamond hard and diamond weak. The swell of Impressions press against him. The most recent pressing the hardest- memories of living spurring it to live again. The luster of a diamond will weak to the fracturing might of the Impression.

The Broadsword does not give. Effervescent Detonation does not yield to Katsuki Bakugo and allow him to wield it. Instead Katsuki Bakugo yield to Effervescent Detonation. His flesh becoming clay and his Mana, Himself, becoming tinged and changed.

"Ghk!" Katsuki doubles forward as his back cracks. His hand is clamped around the Weapon, and even if he wanted he couldn't let it go now. It presses against him, Mana cycling back into his body.

His hand slims with a muted cracking sound. The release if tension that comes with it making his hand tingle pleasantly. His new fingers wrapping around the hilt like they were meant to be there.

His arm follows, slimming down. Muscles still there, but under too pale skin. Something wraps around the arm, a detached sleeve. It feels nice. Comfortable.

"Ahh..." His chest feels like popping. A heavy weight resting just at his ribcage. Breathing becomes a little difficult. Labored as every breath works to push the pressure away. Breasts swelling up breath by breath. "Ohhh..."

It feels perfect. Wonderful. Just like the body should be! His other hand gropes at his new breasts as they continue to swell up. Each push into them better and better.

His shirt changes as well. Twisting away from the barely on UA uniform back toward his preference. The black, skintight long-sleeved armour covering every bit of skin on his torso. The weave far more effective at protection than anything he had before, and very comfortable beside.

"Mmph." Katsuki shakes his head. His lips popping out as his hair blackens. Skin becomes pale as she blinks new eyes. "Ahh... how nice."

She stretches her upper body, feeling everything pop right into place. Effervescent Detonation  easily lifted to her shoulder when not a minute ago it weighed too much to move. She shifts her hips with the motion and frowns.

"Mmm... not quite there." Her hand drops from her breasts to poke at her butt. One foot taps on the ground. Each hit sends a jolt up her leg. Plumping up her thighs and pushing out her butt a little at a time. Alternating legs to keep everything properly symmetrical. "There we go."

She takes a moment to look over herself. Her body just as she remembered it being. Probably. Things are a little fuzzy, but that'll probably go away as she keeps moving. Just the sort of thing that happens in these situations.

"Well, congratulations." Oh? Hm. Is this a new class at UA? Is little Aizawa teaching at UA now? "This is why you don't try to use Weapons you aren't ready for. When we say you place yourself and your deeds into a Weapon we are being literal. It's a way to pass on what you know for future generations, or a way to come back from an unexpected setback. Provided you can find some unfortunate or can pay for a proper Reinstatement Ceremony."

"Don't worry, I'll be able to pay for one soon enough once I get to working." It really isn't hard. "You'll have your classmate back as soon as I can manage."

"He isn't any classmate of theirs if he rushes in like that. It would be illogical to let someone some reckless continue at UA." Oh, how unfortunate. Still, people should be able to keep their hands to themselves. "Let this be a lesson to all of you."

Twisted Weapons

Mina Ashido/Tooru Hagakure

Groping, Grinding

"Ugh." The boots and gloves clunk together as Mina throws them on the floor. The pinkish metal weapons sit there innocently as she stares at her hands. The pink isn't going away. "UGH!"

It isn't unexpected. Any weapon will eventually have permanent effects if you use it long enough. Twisted ones even more so. Still, not exactly a good thing, even if dealing with it is simple.

"Guess I got lucky there." Mina shifts, tilting her upper body to hook a hand into the waistband of her pants. A quick tug pulls it a little down, just enough for the tail to slither out. "Ahh... better."

Probably finally time to stop hiding it. Maybe get some accessories. They make tail accessories, right? They have to!

"Momo probably knows someone." That woman's entire thing is weird. She's gotta know some people. The thought of the tall raven haired woman has Mina's hand tracing down her abs. Sliding past her pants and underwear to- "Ugh!"

The hand snaps away. The heat it was attempting to reach for remains. Mina lets out a heavy breath as she finally notices the light sweat clinging to her skin. The heat boiling inside previously ignored through long practice now obvious. Stronger than before. More insistent.

"Had to be a succubus, huh?" On the whole it isn't the worst Twist. Plenty of others are worse. Not even like the requirements are bad or anything. Sex is fun, and getting a bit of a boost from it is pretty cool.

"Scheduling is the worst!" Fucking whenever would be nice, but keeping to a schedule is necessary. UA isn't easy, so getting time to head out to deal with things takes some doing. Be nice to have someone here for it, but how do you even start that? Sure, they all know her weapons are Twisted, but that's only a bit of it. "Yeah, walk up and say 'I have seven fuckbuddies, wana make it eight'. That'd never work."

Shame, really. A lot of them are very pretty. Or handsome. Or both in Izuku's case. How he pulls that off is a mystery that'd be awesome to solve, but Ochako is possessive. Especially when she pulls out that dagger of hers. Whoever had that before her was definitely interesting.

"You sure?"

"HOLY FUCK WHAT!" Mina jumps back, twisting around to see Tooru behind her. Then she trips over her weapons and slams into the deck. "Oww..."

"Hmpp, I really shouldn't be laughing buhahahaha!" The sometimes invisible woman doubles over. Her laughter filling up the room. "Just! Hahahahheehahah!"

"Yeah, yeah." Mina pulls herself out of the dent she made in the desk. At least this can be repaired. Not like the other desks that got ruined by acid. Who knew it was so hard to work with? "What are you doing in my room?"

"Wehaha-" Tooru shakes her head and clears her throat. "I noticed you were still pink after training, and usually that goes away pretty quickly. So I wanted to see if you were okay. Guess not, if you're looking for help dealing with the twist."

"I can handle myself..." It just... really isn't as fun. "You don't need to do anything, really. I've been dealing with this ever since our first outing into the low mana regions."

"I still think it's crazy you managed to find a Twisted Weapon the first time we all went out. Sure that place was abandoned, but still!" Tooru sighs. "All I found were some old chips..."

"They were really tasty though..." Damn good chips. Probably shouldn't have eaten them, since they were probably decades old, but no regrets! "I was kinda crazy, but they're been really helpful!"

"With the kinds of crazies in our class I can see why." Tooru shakes her head. "You need something special to really stand out this year. With Izuku and whatever is with his Weapon, Ochako running with two crazy Stories, Momo's whatever the fuck, and Sho... ko's.... everything."

"It's a stacked year for sure." Shoko's Twisted Weapon is an interesting one for sure. Dealing with it must be hard. Though she'll always have her Twisted Weapon Buddy!

"Speaking of stacked..." Tooru gestures to Mina's chest, "that also from your twist?"

"Huh, no." Mina jerks her chest forward, her boobs bouncing juuust enough. "All natural!"

"Mind if I touch them?" Tooru lifts her hands, the eerily flat rings on her fingers standing starkly against the rest of her. The kind of colour you don't get out of a painting with no texture to it. "I've been wanting to for a while!"

"Uh." Mina gulps. Her hand jerks back, once again unconsciously halfway stuffed into her pants. "Sure. Yeah."

"Sweet!" Tooru steps forward, her hands instantly latching onto Mina's boobs.

"Ohh..." Her hands are rough. Mina can't really feel her shirt despite knowing she hadn't taken it off- skin against skin feels so good though! "Ahh!" The hands push into her boobs and rubbing against the skin. Circling around the nipples and occasionally brushing straight across them. "Mmm!"

"They're really nice." Tooru steps closer. Her hot breath brushing across Mina's throat. "I'm a little jealous, honestly. My tits aren't nearly as nice as these."

"Mmm!" Mina shudders. Everything feels so nice! So good! So pleasurable! The Mana Tooru leaks out by living sliding into the air, being taken in by the twist of her own body. She tastes so nice! "AHHH!"

Mina slumps forward. Her hips buck forward, shuddering against Tooru's leg as her panties dampen. Tooru takes the sudden weight with ease and grinds her leg forward. The pants almost feeling like they don't exist anymore and her bare leg pushes and rubs against Mina's pussy.

"Tooruuu!" Mina stiffens up again as another climax comes over her. Her body unable to resist as Tooru moves her onto the bed. The other woman continuing to work at her breasts and pussy as she settles down on top. "Mmm!"

"I think we're going to be doing this for a while." Tooru leans down and places her lips atop Mina's. She tastes so good! "Can't let you deal with your twist on your own, huh?"

"Toorrruu." Mina shudders as the knee against her crotch grinds forward.

"Don't worry, I'll help!" Tooru licks Mina's throat. Mina shudders again. "Just keep cumming for me."

One Part of All

Izuku Midoriya, Nana Shimura

Genderswap, Gender Changes, TGTF, Shipping, Confidence through being Female

Izuku takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. One for All isn't like the other Weapons.

"Huh." Well. "Never thinking that again." Just... ugh.

Anyway! One for All is a bunch of weapons connected by a singular thread. Normally a Weapon is reforged or altered for the new wielder, but thanks to First One for All can just incorporate new Weapons into itself. Izuki's own two handed sword needs more time, but while working on that he can work on the others in One for All.

This one isn't All Might's. The man himself needed his gauntlets for an emergency mission, so Izuku needed to change plans. Hence the katar sitting in his lap. Belonging to All Might's own mentor they'll serve as a good starting point to getting used to One for All. Hopefully. Nana sounded nice when All Might was talking...

"Hah. Right." Izuku shake his head and focuses. Time to meet with the soul of the Weapon. "Let's go."

Diving into a Weapon is a complex thing. Most don't bother. If you just pump your own energy into a Weapon it can determine if you'll be able to wield it on its own. Provided you're strong enough to avoid being overwhelmed when the Weapon pulls at you. Sometimes the Weapon will work with you, sometimes not, and occasionally what happened to Bakugo will happen.

Diving is a more advanced version of that. Safer too. Instead of pushing into the Weapon and letting it pull, you instead act as if you were the Weapon. Let the energies of the Weapon push into you and pull on it in order to talk to the Impression within. There's much less risk of being overwhelmed, and almost no chance of being changed.

"Hello?" The liminal space that Diving involves is probably the weirdest part. A semi-metaphorical space between the energies colliding. Izuku's is a peaceful village- nobody is around but the place feels loved and relaxing anyway. Like everyone just went out for a bit but you know they'll be back. They love this little town too much not to come back. "Nana Shimura?"

"Hey!" A dark haired woman pops out of a nearby house. It's distinctly at odds with the rest of the village. Not the same sort of structure and sagging with loss and regret. "So you're the ninth?"

"I am." Izuku swallows. The idea that she doesn't approve is fought down and stabbed viciously. It only helps a little. "All Might chose me."

"Toshi knows what he's doing." Nana laughs and rubs the back of her head. "When choosing someone anyway. I wish he'd calm down a little. If he used me more I'd force him to take a break!"

"Maybe." He does seem to run around a little bit much for someone who so recently had to resurrect himself. People end their careers all the time trying to work so soon after. Their body not yet up to handling the stress. "He's working for UA now, so he can slow down some now."

"Toshi doesn't slow down. He just does it while you aren't looking." Nana sighs and cradles her hand against one hand. "I probably wasn't the best at helping with that. Oh!" She snaps straight, and smile on her face. "I can help you with that!"

"What?" Why does this feel dangerous?

"Alright! I've decided." She smacks a fist into her palm. "If you want to use Float you're going to have to learn to relax!"

"I can't." All Might is counting on him! "I need to do my classes. And a bunch of my classmates are way ahead of me! Ochako even has a Weapon already- with an Impression and everything."

"You shouldn't judge your progress by what others are doing. You already have One for All to work with and it'll take a lot longer than everything else to get good at." That's why he needs to work so hard now! "The world isn't going to end because you took some time to look after yourself. Actually, your own world will end faster if you don't!"

"I still-" Izuku blinks as Nana places a finger over his mouth.

"Nope!" She laughs. "Here's what gonna happen. I'm gonna make sure to watch over you and you're going to take that brown haired girl on a date! She's been really wanting to ask you."

"Ochako?" What. Why would she... "I think you're mistaken-"

"Nope! I've talked to that Impression she has with her." Nana gives a happy sigh as her eyes grow distant. "I think she'd be the kind of girl I'd have wanted if I ever got the chance. A spitfire that one- she reminds me a little of Toshi. Anyway! She told me Ochako definitely likes you!"

"I... maybe?" Probably not, but Nana isn't going to be swayed. "I still need to focus on school and getting good at One for All."

"You can do that later. You have four years after all. Two before you're supposed to do anything consistently or without the help of people a lot stronger than you." Nana gives a soft hum. "But if you're so concerned about school I'll give you the perfect excuse to avoid too much work!"

"Wait." Nana leans forward. How is she looming so much? "What do you mean by-"

"An accident working with your Weapon, duh. Like the blonde guy, but without all the arrogance or the unexpected resurrection." The houses around then creak and groan. The entire area shifting to someplace else. "Just relax. I really don't feel like coming back, so you'll just have to deal with some changes."

"How...?" Is it something to do with One for All?

"The connection One for All gives is a weird thing, but it makes some things easier." Nana spreads her arms to show of the changing town. "Like this! Now go out there and have some fun!"

Then she drop kicks him.

Izuku bolts awake. "Owww!" Note to self- do not get dropkicked out of your own head. The headache is annoying. "Mmmff."

His hand slaps onto his chest. It feels so hot! Feels like something is right behind his nipples and pushing outward.

"Ahhah." His hands push up against his chest. Breath comes in shorts bursts as he pushes. The weight changes as something presses into his hands. It isn't going away so much as being redistributed. All of it pushing away from his lungs and put against his hands.

"Oghh." His back cracks as he pushes his chest out. The final bit of weight sliding out. "Ahh..."

It feels nice. His breasts pressing against his hands. The weight is comfortable, if heavy. He lets out a small moan as his fingers unconsciously press into the new flesh. The tingles are heavenly.

"Mh?" He shifts around. The same weight that was at his chest settles at his pelvis. His hands slide down to palm his butt. "Haah!"

His voice breaks as he pushes. His pants quickly start to get tight, then suffocating. Hands scrabble to pull them down as he curls forward. Thicker thighs squish together and he can't help but rub them against each other. That there should be something between then slips his mind. Just like that part is slipping inside, movement hidden by the pushing all around it.

"Ooohh..." Ripping reaches his ears as the pressure from outside lessens. Air rushes across his newly thick thighs and heavy ass. The chill a welcome sensation as the pressure ends. She leans back, eyes closed and shoulders relaxed.  "Mm."

Everything feels so good. Laughter spills out of her mouth, higher and clearer than its ever been. The sound not making her stop for once.

"Well I didn't expect that reaction!" Her mouth snaps shut as Nana's voice echoes in her mind. "I'm happy for you though!"

"How?" She pauses at the sound of her own voice. The change only now registering. It's higher and louder. More confident.

"You have my katar in your lap! Once you put them away I won't be able to talk to you." Oh. That... makes sense. As much as any of this does. "But don't worry- I'll still know if you overwork yourself! You'll stay like this until you get yourself a date!"

"What?" That. No! She can't work out like this! Sure her muscles still feel there, but her balance is all different. Plus she's going to have to move differently. Unless this is going to be permanent any real training will have to wait until its over. "Nana!"

Nana just laughs. "You'll be fine! Live a little!"

She groans and flops backward. Her new breasts are an interesting weight like this. Comfy, really. Though they probably won't stay like that. The newness lending its own sort of happiness.

Yeah. That has to be it. This all is just so new, and it felt really good. That's the only reason everything feels so nice. A bit of time and it'll be all gone.

"Hup!" She pulls herself straight. Then stands. The katar clatter onto the ground as she pauses. Then she bounces in place a bit. The new jiggle to her body is nice. "Guess I should make the most of it."

She walks through the door without any hesitation. The thought of doing so doesn't even occur, despite it intruding every other time.

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Tomura grunts as he levers himself up. His skin feels just a little too tight again. Cracking and pulling at him like it usually does when he wakes up. A yawn splits his face as he forces his eyes open to look out into his room.

It looks the same as usual. His desk and computer to the side. Game posters on the walls. A bookcase in a corner, mostly filled with manga and comic books. His vanity.

"Wait...?" When did he... it feels right, but... "Whatever."

Time to get ready and start the day. He carefully makes his way over to his vanity and settles in front of it. What was his routine again? Half this stuff he doesn't even recognize. He might have seen it in one of his games, but he hasn't played all that many of those sorts.

"Ugh." He shakes his head, hair falling around his ears. Better start with that. Top down, right? Or something like that. "Where..."

There, his brush. It goes through his hair easily. Looks like the new shampoo and conditioner are working alright. Humming fills the air as Tomura carefully checks his hair.

Can't have the highlights getting old. That just wouldn't be right for such a public figure. You've got to show you mean business, or at least that's what Sensei says. A good thing her knee length hair is white. Makes it easier to dye.

"Ugh, gonna need a touch up." The brush returns to the vanity as finger gently grab her makeup kit. Tomura doesn't even think as he leans forward and  checks his eyes. They weren't that bright before, were they? "Right... the shining must have come in..."

That makes perfect sense. He has to have great eyes for his work. Wouldn't be able to pick out things like weaknesses otherwise.

"A little bit..." A gentle hand applies the proper amount of eyeliner and moves to the eyeblush. Not too much, that'd just be tacky. As much as he puts himself out there he does have some standards.

"Please hurry. We need to get you into your bath." The woman lounging in a chair behind her suddenly speaks up. "You have a collab today and we need to keep working on getting your eczema properly treated."

"Where's Kurog... Kuro... no..." What is the name. It just keeps floating away. Though this woman looks kinda familiar. Like someone he really trusts. She even has the suit, though the overflowing cup pin is new.

"Key. Low-Key, really, but you know you can call me Key." The woman chuckles. "Seriously, I don't mean to rush you, but you do have stuff to get to."

"Right, right." Tomu turns back to the mirror. Is his skin looking better? Whatever. He taps his cute little nose and puffs out his lips. They're one of his charm points! "Mwah!" Puffy lips make a satisfying smack as she leans back. "Bath next?"

"Yeah. It's all already prepared." Key stands and opens the door to the bathroom. Though... isn't that in the wrong place? It's bigger too...

"No." Tomushiko shakes his head. His assistant makes a concerned noise. "I keep getting confused today, Key. Don't worry about it."

"It'll probably all flow away in the bath." Key taps the tub. "Just get in."

"Yeah." Tomushiko steps onto the water, the heat seeping into his aches. "Remind me what I have today?"

"Of course." Key leans back and looks down at her employer. "First we have to deal with the aftermath of that disaster a week ago."

"That's still going on?" It was... a raid? Lots of anger and... his arm got hurt? "Oh right... my exercises."

"It was pretty serious." Key taps Todeshiko on the head. He smiles at the touch and sinks further into the bath. "Not too bad now, but it needs to get one last check."

"Right." Todeshiko lifts herself just enough to grab the body wash. First the legs, slim and dainty, even if nobody really sees them. Then the arms, paying careful attention to his hands, as essential as they are for his job. "Then what?"

"You're set to stream a new game." Key lazily checks her phone. "Two hours at least, or hitting level thirty and completing the story quest for that level. Whichever is first."

"I can do that." Tadeshiko brings her hands around for the fun part. Hips and butt first. Her finger sink into her fantastic ass and she can't help but squeeze. "Ohhh..."

It feels just as amazing as it should. Like back when she first started. She really should get someone in to fuck her ass again. It's been way too long. Though eventually she had to stop rubbing an kneeding it.

Her front needs some attention too. Poor vagina of hers, all needy for so long. She hadn't even though of doing her usual start of day masturbation! Probably why she was so confused. Can't do it in the bath though, so she has to settle for her fingers making sure it's properly shaped up.

"So what next?" With that distraction out of the way, time for the chest. Her belly isn't... as defined as maybe she'd want it to be. Listen, being a little paunchy is good! "You said a deal?"

"Yes, the Mount Lady stream." Wait, what? "It promises to be very popular."

"I didn't thiii-" her breasts feel amazing today! Her body shudder are her finger sink into her massive tits. A thumb rubs against her nipple and she almost cums right then and there. The growth Quirk they got is amazing, and the extra sensitivity isn't a bad side effect. Sure having tits bugger than your head causes a few problems with moving around, but it's totally worth it. "Hahh, think we were, hahh, doing porn now." Not that she minds...

"The Pro-Hero." Key laughs. "It isn't an instruction."

"Huh." Oh right, the newer one. She's beautiful. "Think she'd mind me taking it as one?"

"Probably not." Key leans forward. "Though from what I've heard she'll fuck you through the mattress."

"Perfect!" Nadeshiko pulls herself out of the tub. "Mind if I do a wet and willing stream to warm up then?"

"If you do that when Mount Lady comes in it might turn into a porn stream." Key shakes her head with a laugh as she stands. "Come on. Let's get you in front of the camera."

"Cool!" Nadeshiko smiles as Key leads her through her apartment. The blinds pull back from the windows to reveal the amazing view. Not quite penthouse, but getting there. "Have I ever told you you're amazing? Do you have kids? You're so much better than my mom."

"I do. I didn't do the best with them, but I've tried to be better." Key sighs. "But enough of that. Are you ready?"

"Ready and willing!" Nadeshiko laughs as she flops into her chair. Her boobs slap into her bit of stomach and she idly rubs at the light sting. "Let's gooo!"

Key hits the button. "Beginning stream."

"Heeey everyone!" Nadeshiko leans forward, raising her hands, now in her custom painters gloves, in peace signs next to her head. Her boobs press into the table, and the resulting feeling almost makes her fuck up her line. "League of Villains leader Dust coming at yah!"

Nailed it.

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The license exam was a bit of a wakeup call. Somewhat in the same sense as the Sports Festival, albeit in a different direction. Endeavor is, after all, a combat Hero. He certainly taught Shoto some rescue and evacuation procedures, but it was primarily under the idea that he would be directed by someone in charge, or moving to face the Villains as fast as possible.

A weakness that was unfortunately inflamed by the actions of that Shiketsu student. He was already on edge from not knowing what to do or how to move. The constant assertions from the larger Hero in training just pushed it over the edge. The only thing left to do is understand what happened and deal with it. Just as Endeavor taught, much as he hates taking the advice.

Shoto nods in satisfaction as he retrieves his package from his UA mailbox. This isn't the first step, but it is an essential one. Without a License he can't do an actual work study, but he can still do internships. With the restructuring of classes due to everyone else being on their Work Studies it won't even cut from class time. Finding someone would have been difficult, but fortunately an opportunity had shown up.

The Wild, Wild Pussycats didn't suspend operations with the horrible loss of Ragdoll. They're actually one of the very few mountain rescue Heroes around and stopping when they still have three able workers would be bad. It still left a gap in their formations, hence their acceptance of Shoto's internship. It won't deal with everything, but going to such successful, and popular, rescue Heroes will ensure much fewer problems later on.

Idly he hefts the small package. "The requirement is interesting though." Sure they didn't say it straight out, but everyone knows they're actually Quirked cats. Tiger might even be that one Quirked Calcio that disappeared some time back. Which makes their mention of 'uniform requirements' be quite sinister.

So, Shoto is getting ahead of them. Instead of using whatever they decided on as a uniform, he can simply use his own. The actual clothing was easy to get from Hatsume. Perhaps a bit skimpier than their usual ones, but he needs to keep thermoregulated somehow and the usual one won't fit in the traditional uniform of theirs.

"Hmm..." Shoto settles into his room. The package swiftly placed on the desk in front of him. The second, more important, requirement will be filled by this. Hopefully, anyway. The WWP *did* quietly officially back this product line, after all.

"NYA!" Shoto blinks as the box speaks to him. Not in a possessed or alien way either. Probably. He doesn't think the Felikin of Venus say nya. Not that anyone outside of the Men in Suits have seen any. "Thank you for purrchasing this product!"

The package opens to reveal a big box. A pillbox to be specific, with two separate chambers. A cat made somewhat of smoke, two tails lashing behind it, looks out from the cover.

"Please press your finger to the indentation in the left. This will take some of your blood for restoration purposes, so expect a sharp pain." Shoto carefully reaches down and inserts his finger. He doesn't flinch when the needle takes blood. "Thank you for your nyassistance! Please wait while everything is mixed!"

"Good." The website said it should only take about ten minutes, and a further ten for the transformation. The two hours after he needs to get used to everything can be spent getting to the current WWP headquarters.

He busies himself with getting ready. Just like the website said, all clothes off, plastic on the floors, breakables put away. The pill doesn't exactly have a set response, so best prepare for any of them.

"Nyaverythings ready!" The box plays a short jingle as one side opens. "Please enjoy your special brand Nekomata pill!"

Good, it's the right one. He would have gone for one of the more usual ones, but the WWP already have most of those. Plus, this is a place where he can mess with Endeavor and have it be justified. Always a good thing.

The pill feels small in his hands. It's bit hard at all to believe this can turn him into a nekomata, not when Quirks are the result of a wish on the Holy Grail after a proper Holy Grail War, but still. Such an interesting change packed into a small package.

"Hm." Down it goes. No point in lingering over it. He'll need what time he can get dealing with being a girl. Sure he could have gotten one of the big pills, but it doesn't really matter. Gender is a social construct forced upon the world by Ishtar and she got burned by Gilgamesh, as recorded in the man's epic.

It couldn't have been the Greeks or Roman's, after all. They're robots. They don't have gender in the first place.

Anyway. Boy or girl is irrelevant. Except in the fact that suddenly becoming a girl will annoy Endeavor. Maybe it'll even get him closer to the secrets of the female mind. Those mysteries has been scaring him for a very long time.

"Ghk!" Oh, it's starting. Shoto quickly falls back onto the floor as his body shifts. A loud crack echoes into the room as his bones alter onto the correct positions. The anesthetic in the pill working for long enough to ensure the shifts are painless. "Haahhh."

It doesn't last long due to laws surrounding such powerful anesthetics, which is where the rest of the preparations come in.

"Ahhh~" Shoto can feel his flesh twisting and bubbling. Like little pop rocks over his skin. All his skin. "AHHH~"

Skin flexes to properly cover his altered bone structure. Slim hands reach up to rub over freshly smoothed skin.

"Yesss..." Shoto shiver at the feeling. He would be extremely aroused if he could actually get it up at the moment. Which feels like the first thing to be heavily messed with.

His dick twists and shrinks backward. Cum being forced at at every movement, yet no climax to come with it. Frankly speaking it isn't anything Shoto has ever felt before. Flesh had seemed so... boring in the face of watching an anime or reading.

He'll have to change that later. There's plenty of ways for him to get both, after all.

"Gahhlllooo~" The... questionable onomatopeia aside, his vagina is done. And immediately put to the test, fresh fluid squirting out as Shoto tenses. She almost manages to fully relax before it goes again. Then one more time.

Panting fills the air as Shoto finally manages to rest. Which is, naturally, interrupted just as he was fully relaxing. Did a sadist make these?

The thought is blown away as fat begins to shift and move. A pressure at her chest had Shoto slapping a hand to it.

"AH!" The immediate feeling of releasing pressure causes more fluid to squirter out of her. Her small breasts puffing up under her hand and settling quickly. The climax makes her entirely miss her butt and thighs plumping as well.

A groan fills the air as Shoto shifts. Her smaller body responding oddly to her movements. Not bad or wrong, but different. At least she didn't lose any height. That might have been irritating.

"Hmm." She blinks rapidly, her eyes getting blurry before settling. Sound cuts put next, rendering the world temporarily mute before coming back louder and more clearly. A quick check of the mirror shows proper cat ears and eyes.

"Hnnn..." She shudders, sticking her butt out and slapping her hands onto it. Which was a bad plan as her sensitivity sends her falling to the floor in another orgasm. "Hah...This should... hah... go away.... hah."

Something brushes against her hand. Her body temporarily feeling odd as her brain trails off for a moment. Then everything comes back and she can feels her two tails behind her. The shift as she moves upward, not quite controlled but equally not *not* under her control.

"Bit of.. haah... practice." Easy enough. The WWP probably have tips for it. She lays on the floor for another moment before standing. The mirror greets her. "Hmm..."

She shivers as she sets her hands down on the cool desk to give her body a good look. Small breasts and a tight butt to match lends a certain cuteness to her new look. A smile and the smug look on her face turns it from cute to what could probably be called sexy.

The rest of her body isn't all that much different. Curves is the right places, but still recognizable. The faint scars of training and the muscles that resulted still in their places. Though... she doesn't have human ears now. Which is really weird looking.

Shoto shrugs. Oh well. Her cat ears will serve just fine. Though she could have done without one of them being red. One of her tails too. Though oddly her tails are flipped in colour. The red one on the ice side and the white one on the fire side. Maybe her Quirk caused it? It isn't like perfectly split hair is natural...

"Hmm..." The plastic crinkled as Shoto walks to her conspiracy board. She can't spend too much time on this, but it's worth a check. The WWP likely won't allow such a thing at their base, after all. They probably don't want the fact that they're Quirked cats getting out.

~[#]~

Training at the Pussycat's Lodge is interesting. At least partly because she isn't being boiled alive this time. It's a good thing she's completely and totally over the trauma of her mother dumping boiling water on her face!

Shoto trips over a root and banishes that thought. Better thought- where to train now. The burned areas where the blue fire raged are good for practicing her fire at high intensities, but... Endeavor testing heat resistance with a support item when she was seven The burning fires of the woods closing in as blue flecked teeth chomp down NOT TODAY! A small clearing would be best. Focus on control.

She clenches her hands as she vaults makes her way down the path. Her dual Quirk is at least a good thing here. Allowing her to smooth over any mistakes she makes with her fire. Endeavor had always stressed his own way of doing it- absolute iron hard control. Complete knowledge of every bit of flame emitted.

That... doesn't suit her. Effective in the beginning, but her fire is... more reticent, maybe? It keeps its shape well, more of a flow than anything else. Perhaps influence from the ice side? She... Midoriya had noticed her ice tends to go in waves with awkward spikes if she isn't paying attention.

If they're that close... could they be used together? Create water, maybe? Or something else...

"Hm?" What's that smell? It's... "perfect..."

Her feet turn toward the smell without conscious thought. Not that she'd say any different were she capable of doing so. It isn't like anything she's smelled before, but it's immensely pleasant. Maybe catnip? There was a warning on the page that it might have an effect on her now. Whatever.

The catgirl stumbles through the forest. Tripping over roots and debris from the attack, close enough to where she fought that tooth guy that the paths are uneven and barely noticeable. She wouldn't come here normally, was warned against it even, but that smell...

"Hm?" A blonde perks up as Shoto stumbles onto a clear part of the trail. "Oh." Her smile widens.

Not that Shoto is looking at that. She only has eyes for the dick peeking just out of her skirt. She takes a deep breath as the blonde giggles. It smells even more amazing up close. Why does it smell that good?

"Aww, another catgirl? You're pretty cute too." The blonde reaches her hand down and pulls up her skirt. Shoto licks her lips as the dick is revealed in full. Not too big, not too small. "They were all too uncute, but you're really cute."

Shoto swallows and takes a step back. Didn't Uraraka say something about a Villain that attacked her? Blonde, hairbuns like spider lillies and-

The dick sway side to side. Shoto's eyes snap onto it. "Come on. Just keep looking at me. I promise I'll treat you right!" She sways her hips again, and Shoto's head follows it. "I've been a little pent up anyway."

Shoto doesn't respond. Can't. The dick sways back and forth. Thought try to intrude. Bad ones. About the fight here, about the terror. Worrying about the fife and desperately trying to contain- back and forth. Back and forth.

A smile slides onto Shotos face as she relaxes. Her body leaning forward just a bit. Back and forth, back and forth. It's perfect. Just the thing to make all those thoughts stop. Back and forth.

"Come on. Relax." A giggle breaks the sway, the dick bouncing in response. Shoto falls to her knees, smile wide and vacant. "Just take those silly panties off."

A light touch of fire ruins the strap of the panties. The cheap hasty purchase sliding away easily. The chill of the air doesn't even register, not with her usual body heat. Especially not with the dick still ahead of her.

A hand pulls at her. "Come on." The flaccid dick is presented in front of her face. "You know you want to."

Her face is already pressed into the balls, the smell infiltrating her head as she licks. It doesn't taste as good as it smells, but that's fine. More of it is more of it, and she want more.

"Mmm..."

"There you gooo~" The blonde leans forward, her hand tensing up in Shoto's hair. It feels a little tingly! The catgirl giggles as she pulls back, watching the dick rise and stiffen. "Such a good kitty. Good kitty!"

"Good... kitty." Shoto tilts her head to the side, blinking. "Uhhooompf!" The hands on her head pull, stuffing the dick right in between her lips. "Mmmm."

It doesn't taste any better, but this is part of being a good kitty! She has to be a good kitty! Being a good kitty feels good. It means not worrying. Not dealing with the bad stuff. Just like her owner take care of it.

"Prrrr..." The dick stiffens as the rumbling purr reaches it. The hands in her hair clench as warm cum spills down her throat. It tastes super good! It's from owner too, so she can't spill a drop!

"There we go..." The dick pulls out still twitching. Shoto looks up at Owner. "Now stand up. Be a good kitty."

Shoto jolts upward, her two tails standing straight. Her eyes snap to the dick, never once leaving it as Owner sits down on the forest floor. She swallows as it seems to twitch.

"Go ahead, kitty. You've been a good kitty." Owner spreads her legs, letting her dick more obviously twitch and move. "This is your reward."

"Nya!" Shoto drops down, the dick slamming into the pussy's pussy. Her head flops forwards immediately. "NYA!"

A climax rocks her body. The feeling of Owner inside of her is just perfect! She always wants to be with Owner. It's so easy she doens't even need to think about it. Her hips just bounce up and down on Owner's dick on their own.

"There you go. You're my little sex kitty aren't you?" A hand gently scratches Shoto's head. She twitches again, another climax rocking her body as she lays on Owner's breasts. "My good kitty."

Another climax rocks her. Her head is swimming now. The feeling of Owner inside of her, the warmth of Owner's dick, even Owner's smell! All of it winding it's way around her thoughts. Making Owner the only thing worth anything! It's perfect!

"Nyaaa~" The vague thoughts of before fade. There wasn't anything too important in those anyway. Just another hit by Endeav- Midoriya explaining what a magical gir- Blue fire and teeth and shad- that green kid! Owner must be interested in him, if Kitty remembers him. "Mmm..."

"Good kitty. Relax for me." Hand grab at Kitty's ass, pumping her up and down even faster. Kitty just relaxes and lets Owner do what she wants. It's always more fun to let Owner do what she wants! "Here we go!"

Hot warmth spreads into Kitty's pussy! It feels so good! So perfect and warm. It feels nice. Like a good hug. Like seeing Owner and being pet after a long day. "Mrr..." Kitty blinks, her smile fixed on her face. Each blink takes longer and longer, until Kitty doesn't open her eyes again. "Zzz..."

"Came out for a lucky knife and found a cute catgirl." Himiko giggles. Her dick is still hard inside of the kitty, but leaving it like that for a little bit is fine. No reason to wake the kitty in her lap just yet. "Guess I really need to find that one, huh? I wonder if this kitty can help me find Izuku and Ochako?"

~[#]~

“Nyaa!” Kitty arcs her back as Owner slams her dick inside her pussy. Her body tensing up as pleasure arcs across her body. Slight shivers wrack her as she cums, the dick inside her pussy pulsing against her walls. “NYAA!”

“There we go, Kitty.” Owner’s voice whispers into her ear. “Awake now?” The dick moves slightly back, then slams back in.

Kitty can’t help her tongue lolling out of her mouth. “Owner!” Everything is so fuzzy! Except the penis inside of her. That only clear thing about any of this, alongside the pleasure. “Kitty is ready!”

“Good.” Owner pushes forward again. “Mmpf!”

Kitty falls limp. Owner’s dick pulses inside of her- cum flowing into her pussy. Her own climax shakes her hips, the dick inside pushing further forward alongside Owner’s grunt. It’s so much her tummy is pushing out!

“Ahh…” Owner shivers a little before settling down. “Now Kitty. Listen to me.”

“Of course, Owner!” Kitty smiles as wide as she can. “Kitty always listens to you!”

“Good. Soon you’re going to need to head back to UA.” Kitty frowns. “I need you to remember who you were before. Dig back into that head of yours, okay.”

“Okay…” It’s hard. Super hard. The memories burn like embers, lashing back in a headache that has her whimpering.

“Shh… shhh.” Owner’s hand brushes her head. “Don’t hold on to them. You’re my Kitty and nothing can change that. Other people might try, though, so you need to make it so they don’t try. To do that I need you to remember enough to fool them. It’s really important.”

“Nnn…” Kitty frowns. Her eyes close without thinking about them, everything turning back to those memories. It still hurts, but not trying to hold onto them helps. Owner’s dick in her pussy helps too. It helps ground her here. Where Owner keeps her happy and safe. “Mmmph.”

“There you go.” A wet feeling presses against Kitty’s cheek. Did Owner kiss her?

“Ohhh…” Her body shivers again. Her hips shaking as another climax hits her. The penis inside hardening again. A stiff rod that works even better to help!

“Once you’ve got all that back I need you to go back to UA. I’ve already put my number in your phone.” Owner’s voice whispers into her head. Pushing away all that old mean stuff. “I’ll tell you where you will meet me when you get out of class.”

“Of course, Owner.” Ugh, these memories are no fun. Pushing out all that yucky stuff and they’re just boring. Lots of silly things like not having fun and being sooo focus on that old guy! “Kitty is super happy to have you! It’s like Kitty finally has a home!”

Owner pauses for a moment. “That’s… weird. Huh.” Owner shakes her head. “Remember, try and get Ochako or Izuku to become catgirls and come with you, okay?”

“Right!” More catgirls means more fun! They can all help each other out and be family! “Kitty would love to get more family!”

Owner’s voice is really low, but Kitty will always hear her. “I have so many questions…” She grunts and thrusts her hips forward again. Kitty squeals. “Guess they don’t matter now, do they. You’re mine, Kitty, and if whatever happened before is so bad it hurts? I’ll make sure you never have to deal with it.”

“Mmrrr…” Kitty squirms under Owner. Her smile almost hurts how wide it is. Maybe it’s those sharp memories, but… it feels really nice to hear that. That someone will step in to protect her. Make certain nothing hurts her. Had that ever happened before? “Owner…”

“Shh now.” Owner lays down. Her breasts pressing against Kitty’s. Her cock pulses. “Just relax. Let me make sure you stay my Kitty before I have to send you away.”

“Mmmpf.” Kitty lets herself relax even further. Owner on top of her gently rolling her hips. The cock inside pressing and rubbing against all her. It’s a quiet thing. “Mrrr…”

Owner isn’t gentle like this much. Only after getting a bunch of blood, or in the early morning. Where her smile isn’t quite as sharp and her shoulder droop. Especially after she says some names in her sleep, though Kitty doesn’t know who they are. These are the best times, even if Owner seems a little sad.

“Mph!” Kitty presses herself forward. Letting the cock inside her push even deeper. Tensing up and relaxing to make things even better. Good enough for Owner to cum with a little shudder. More cum spurting inside and filling Kitty up. It makes Owner’s smile happier. A little twist of the lips that has Kitty shuddering as lightning strikes down her body. Her hips thrusting forward as she cums. “Mrrr…”

“Good Kitty.” Owner’s voice is soft. “Very good Kitty.” It’s nice.

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"Alright." Izuku breathes in. "We need to get working on those files. The thieves came in using what looks like an older car from the north, and left the same direction. Their base is probably in that direction, but we also need to find the car. An oldermodelimpliesitwasstolenandlikelywasmpf?"

"Chill, fam." Camie smiles as she pulls back the hand covering Izuku's mouth. "You don't gotta, like, speedrun this shit. Already got the labcoats crankin on findin' the car. S'all pawn stuff, they ain't gonna move it solo. Lit up the pawn network with the goods. They gonna get clapped ifn they try ta sell."

"Oh." That... is exactly what she should have done. Better, actually. Izuku hadn't thought about the actual stuff that was stolen. It *was* all from a jewelry shop, and selling random jewelry is going to bring attention. "Still, we need to have a crawler put out on websites. They might try and go through underground brokers as well, so we can try and mpf!"

"Damn, no chill." Camie giggles at Izuku's narrowed eyes.

"I just don't want the owner to have to deal with this any longer than he should." A swift resolution is best. "If we can stop any chance of these thieves getting anything from it, it might stop others from trying."

"Lit, but s'all insured, fam." Camie leans forward. "Save your energy for the big bads." She blinks and then a smile crosses her face. "We gotta couple hours. Lets get you relaxed, 'kay?"

"Relaxed?" Izuku blinks and shakes his head. Camie has pursed her lips together, puffing them out just a bit. "We're working as Pros, we can relax after."

"Do you though?" Camie steps forward and places a hand on Izuku's back. What is that smell. "Just breathe. Chill."

"I can't just... can't just..." Izuku shakes his head. "What's that smell?"

"Come on." Camie's hand gently pushes at his back and he stumbles forward.

"Right." Doorways and hallways pass them by. Izuku can't keep track of them. How long have they been walking?

"Alright, fam, I needya to listen, 'kay?" Right. Right, listen to Camie. She'll have an idea of what's going on. What needs to be done. "You gotta get all that tension out. Spin those worries you got and crush 'em into a ball."

"Okay." It... isn't easy. So much of... everything is like that. He focuses, letting his sense of where he's walking, even his usual attention to his surroundings, falling away as he pushes all the thoughts together. All those worries about not being enough, all the issues he has with everything he's done, all rolling into a massive weight in his head.

"Daamn." A hand squeezes his shoulder. When did he bow forward. "Listen, take all a that and shove it away. Like you're getting crunk after a long day. Drain it down, let it crackle out." Another hands rubs circles into his back. "No nasty downer stuff, let me handle it."

"Okay." Izuku takes a deep breath. Just let is all push away. Camie can handle it. The massive ball of tension in his head still doesn't seem to move, so interwoven that getting rid of it means ripping at so much else. He has to do it though, Camie said to.

Green lightning crackles to life. Sparking across his body as he unconsciously pulls on One for All. The tension bleeds into the sparks, bleeds into the ever open maw of the Quirk. Insecurities and fears and desperate rationalizations flowing away, sparking across his body. More comes with those, the hooks of them ripping at other things.

Bits and pieces, not quite causing problems by themselves but still being issues. His hero worship and desperate filling of his notebooks pulled out of alignment as his imposter syndrome falls downward. Crackling lightning settling in his chest. A low moan fills the air as his body responds to push it away, fat filling up his top. The Pro-Hero costume enough to contain the new breasts, for now.

That fear of never being enough. Of failing everyone and everything, not meeting the expectations he thinks they have. It tugs and yanks and almost writhes, pulling at his need to save everyone, to extend a hand no matter what. A great yank and it's gone, falling down to his butt. Izuku almost sags at the feeling, a great weight seeming to have fallen away as a smile comes to his face. The smile gets wider as he rubs his ass, the cheeks filling in to devour all those bad thoughts.

The terrible idea that it doesn't matter what happens to him. That nothing matters so long as *other* people are fine. It almost sighs as it goes away. Slinking into the energy of One for All as it unravels his unthinking forgiveness. That idea that so long as it happens to him it's fine. He *is* sagging now, pressing into Camie as his body plumps up. Muscle giving way to soft fat with a core of steel.

The last isn't something he had ever really thought about. Not in any detail. Not since he was a bit older than four. That instinctive dislike of mirrors. The preference for baggy clothes. The desire to *rip and flay at-*.

"Ahh." It slides down, pulling a bit at the strings of his likes. Unwinding those things he liked but wouldn't ever speak of. Not since back in middle school, where everyone made fun of them. It settles at his groin, pulling and twisting at his. "Ahhh~!"

Their walking stops as Izuku shivers. Splurts of cum and precum spattering onto the front of his costume as the dick pulls back inside. His entire body puffs up at each pull. Every inch going inside adds inches to everything else. The back of the costume tears first, the thighs coming soon after. The feeling of air making the heat just that much more obvious.

The breasts pop out next. Izuku quickly pulls a hand up to meet them. Pulling and rubbing at them as they grow under his hand. The rest of the costume falls away soon after, the rips rendering it easy to tear at each new bit of growth. "YEESSS~" Finally the dick pulls fully inside as Izuku screams in orgasm. Her new hips shaking as her eyes cross at the pleasure. Her body is so light! So easy to move! So **horny**.

"Here we go, fam." Camie chuckles as she opens a door. "Dunno what caused that, but congrats. You look absolutely faaab. Getch you ya gurl!"

Izuku stumbles into the room at Camie's push. Her eyes snap to the blonde laying on the sheets, sleepily blinking at the new girl in her room. "Izuku?"

"Himi!" Izuku bounces forward. Very literally bounces. "Listen gurl, you gotta hook me up! Gotta new makeover and I'm feelin' fiiiine. But I gots an ich I need ya to scratch, kay?"

Himiko blinks a few more times. Then she rubs her eyes. "Kay?"

One for All sparks again as Izuku bounces forward. The sheets are pulled away without any resistance, but the sudden knee pushing into her crotch causes her to fall forward with a moan.

"Huh." Himiko leans forward. Izuku just pants, grinding her crotch against the knee. "You lay down on the bed. Don't touch yourself. Only I get to touch you." The knee moves and Izuku flops onto the bed. She squirms about, but her hands stay away from her body. Himiko smiles as she pulls off her clothes. "Oh, and Ochako too."

"Himiii~" Izuku swallows. She *needs* this!

"There there." A light hand pats Izuku on the head. "Just relax, I'll take care of you." A hand presses into her vagina, gently sliding up and down.

"Nnnn..." It just isn't enough!

"Here we go." The hand presses forward, twirling around as it sinks into Izuku's vagina. "Cum for me."

She does, her body shuddering, mind blanking. Wet paints the sheets as the fingers continue to play inside of her body. Her eyes come back into focus to see Himiko smiling at her. The heat comes back a second later and she whines.

"We're going to have fun for a long while, okay?" Himiko lowers herself, body pressing down onto Izuku's. "Now I want to hear you scream."

~[#]~

Camie sighs. "Just one more time, fam? Whatcha lookin your homegirl to do?"

"I heard from some of the others that you're good at helping people relax." Ochako swallows. "I... really could use some of that, right now. After everything thats happened, I'd really like to just not have to worry for a bit."

"Okay, fam." Camie sets a hand on her hip and tilts her head. "I can totally show you a pog time, but it's got some fine print."

"Okay..." From what Mina said, this is absolutely worth it. Or it's supposed to be, anyway.

"First!" Camie holds up a finger. "Once we get going this is high key my show and it's gonna play by my rules." A smile stretches across her lips. "Second! This sitch ain't done just cause, like, you get tired. I kinna can make it happen when ever after."

Ochako licks her lips and nods.

"Third!" Camie takes a deep breath. "This is totes gonna get high key sexy. Like, super thot bimbo. No brain, just fuck. I ain't gonna, like, send you out inna street, but no cap you'll be fuckin."

"That's fine." Maybe it'd even give more confidence. "You're trying to be a Hero too, right? You won't put me anywhere dangerous."

"'Kay. If you ready?" Ochako nods. "Pog."

The exhale sends smoke drifting out between them. It smells... different. Ochako blinks. It's nice. Like flowers after a rain or something like that. The sort of thing you just stop and smell.

Camie shuffles behind her, hand resting on Ochako's hips. "Smell." More smoke blows out, surrounding Ochako's head. It tickles her throat as she breathes it in. Everything gets hazy, surrounded in a pink sort of glow.

It's really nice. Ochako's shoulders relax for the first time in ages, her face settling into a smile. This sort of thing... best to just vibe with it. Let it wash over you.

"Super pog." Camie's voice whispers in her ear. "Now, fam, I want you to take, like, all those worries. All that stuff that is high key worrying or downer." The smoke flows into her head. Those memories and worries in her mind settling into it. Floating right out of her mind. "Let all that swirl. No cap it's bad, but I ain't gonna lie, some of it probably ain't, fam. Pull all that out. The good bits."

The thoughts and memories seem to get heavier. The smoke flowing downward, dragging a bunch of stuff with it. A lot of bad memories, bad feelings. No cap, though, some of that stuff finna lit. Like sitting on that super cute girl's butt. Feelin' her wiggle was, like, no cap amazing.

"Drop." Ochako giggles. Thoughts drain away~ No cap, feel amazin' and she ain't lyin' when her titties bounce. "Pull all that, like, bad stuff away. Totes push it into your titties and ass."

The smoke increases. Though stops as Ochako lets all the, like, bad stuff just drain away. Finna put it into her titties and ass. Make 'em bounce. A hand rips away her top, lettin' her titties puff up an' bounce like boing boing. Another hand pulls down her skirt and slaps her booty, gettin' that pog jiggle in.

"No cap, good girl's don' need shirts." Camie's voice whispers into Ochako's ear. "Don' need anything. You're a super hot girl, fam, ain't nobody finna care if, like, you go with the tittes out look. Skimpy as possible."

Yeah. Ochako giggles at she paws at her clothes. Like, ain't pog just to have a problem. No cap, her body is, like, awesome. Bein' a bit thicc is just pog.

"Good." Camie squeezes. Ochako moans as her titties and ass get even bigger. Alla that super uncute, like, bad thought bein' the stuffing to her body. "Fam, you got nothin' to worry about. Do whatever you want, you know? Just, like, fuck."

"Yeah." Fuck, yeah. That sounds perfect. Just gonna finna that Deku an' ride him. Track down that Himi and, no cap, go down on her til she on, like, her side.

"Remember this." Camie crawls her hand down Ochako's belly and pushes two fingers into her vagina. "Like, soon as you feel this from me you stop. No cap, fam, hit the pause button." Ochako stills as the fingers play with her. "I tell you *get relaxed* you push alla that bad stuff into your boobs and ass. When I say *get real* you gotta, like, pull it back in."

No cap, sounds terrible. But, like, it probably is a good thing. Gotta get with the fam and save people y'know? Be good to play with the fam like this, finna get some pussy from Momo. Getacha a girl that can sit on your face, you die, you die.

"Now, fam," Camie pats Ochako on the butt, "follow."

Ochako stumbles forward, eyes only on Camie's ass, as the other girl leads her somewhere. She loses track of where almost immediately. Doesn't matter, finna get crunk in here. Fingers playing into her pussy as she raises a boob to suck on. No cap, feeling fantastic.

Camie opens a door. "In."

Ochako smiles and manages to move into the room without having her legs fail her. Bouta show alla that work she did, like, alone in her apartment. No cap, water's free and fucking is tiring. Perfect for sleepin'.

"Yo, fam!" A blonde looks up with a smile. Under her a green haired woman stares at the ceiling, face lookin' fucked silly. "Seein' you, best thing, no cap."

"You!" Ochako smiles! That's the blonde! Gotta get that gurl wigglin under her again. Deku at the bottom there lookin' fine too. Real good she, like, decided to do this. Wasn't she a guy though? Doesn't matter. "Gotta get the mouth in my pussy!"

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Kayama looks across her desk at Izuku.  "Do you know why I've called you here?"

"I haven't been doing very well in your class." It's just... not working out. Something blocking him.

"Yes." Kayama sighs. "You're very attentive, and you definitely know your stuff. However..."

"I can't do any of the practicals." Izuku swallows. "I don't know what's wrong. I try and do something and it just feels terrible. My shoulders are too broad or my chin juts out too much and my scars-" Nope, nope, nope. Don't talk about all that. He shouldn't talk about that.

"Oh." Kayama leans forward. "I had noticed you getting nervous, but I hadn't know it was from that. Have you had these feelings for a long time, or only recently?"

"Uh... it's fine." Izuku lowers his head. "I'm sorry for bringing it up. I'll find a way to improve my work."

"Deflecting isn't going to work here." Another sigh. "I'm certain you know at least some of what I do as a Hero. Part of it involves cases like this. It's why I teach this class."

No getting out of it. "It's... gotten worse. I always had this idea things were wrong, but it wasn't until about last year I couldn't ignore it. When I started training seriously to get into UA." Exhaustion helped, but sometimes he'd just catch a look at his muscles in the mirror and his whole day would be ruined. "The scars don't help."

Kayama settles back in her chair. "So you dislike looking at your body? Especially after your bodybuilding prior to the Entrance Exam?" Her lips purse at Izuku's nod. "Have you ever felt similar in other situations? Such as being assigned roles or when choosing clothing?"

"Maybe?" Izuku shrugs. "I wasn't involved in a lot of stuff like that." Maybe... "There have been a few times while I was shopping with Mom though."

"Things you wanted to buy?" The teacher leans forward. "What were they? Did you imagine yourself wearing them?"

"Yeah. It was a dress, I think?" Izuku swallows. "It was a long time ago. I... didn't shop much for a long time. Just got the school uniform and bulk ordered white T-shirts."

"Alright. I can think of something which might help." Kayama lowers her head, brow furrowing. "From what it sounds like you dislike your body as a whole, correct? Both physically and maybe socially?"

"Maybe?" That... sounds good? Not quite right, but also not wrong. "I think it was something else, really." Quirkless, writ in the things he never got to do. "It isn't a problem anymore."

"It certainly sounds like it is, considering it might be the problem that is holding you back in my class." The older woman taps a finger on her desk. "I believe I might have a temporary solution. Or at least something that will help us get closer to figuring out the exact problem." She lets out a sigh. "I can use my Quirk to temporarily allow you to experience a different body. It will only work for about an hour or two after leaving my Quirk's gas, but it's enough time to try it out and see how it feels."

"Your Quirk can induce physical change?" Nobody has ever said anything about that! How would that even work? Perhaps some mutagenic in the composition of the gas? Or is it directed by-

"Hold on." Izuku's mouth snaps closed. "Yes, my Quirk can do that. It is a closely held secret that isn't in any government files. You'll find plenty of people have little things like that, but we can talk about that later." She stands. "For right now all you need to know is that it's something I managed to do after a long while of training, and it isn't the normal gas I use with Somnambulist."

"Something like Ashido?" The similarities are there. They both expel something from their skin. Ashdio's Acid seemed broader in potential emitions, but Somnambulist might have been naturally predisposed to only one. Some training has been noted to unlock previously unknown sections of a Quirk. "Can I see it?"

"Of course." Kayama smiles. "Will you permit me to attempt my experiment on you? I promise that if you have any problems with it I'll cut it short immediately, but I think this might help."

Kayama probably even means that. She's the best teacher at UA, as voted by their entire class. If it had been anyone else Izuku wouldn't have bothered, but with her... she's safe. She listens. She'll help. "Yes."

"I'll begin then. Usually I'd do this while you lay on a couch, but the chair will work fine." A sweet smell begins to fill the air. "If you're wearing any compression items, or anything that clings to your skin and won't shift easily, please take it off."

Izuku nods and swiftly undoes his compression sleeve. The rest of his clothes are a little baggy, as he prefers. They won't get in the way of whatever this is. Though what, other than some form of bodily alteration, is still up in the air. Hah! In the air.

A giggle rocks Izuku. Literally, his body shifting under him as the sounds comes from his throat. It feels a little weird. Skin shifting about. He raises a hand and watches as it shrinks. Daintier, scars fading away while small clicks and pops sound from the bone being pulled back into place.

"Ahhhh?" His voice is... better. Higher, a little on the cute side, honestly. Like Tooru's. Just... the voice he always loved to hear. Was he really just jealous? That... sounds a lot more likely than he'd really like to admit. "Mmmm."

Izuku shivers as more changes come. His shoulders sink inward, hips widening until he can feel the chair pressing into them. His breath gets heavier. Is her turning into a girl? The idea is... nice. Maybe... maybe he can finally wear all those dresses? They came bundled with the shirts, and they never quite fit right, but he couldn't just make only a shirt, right? It doesn't make sense to waste them.

"This... mmm..." His voice sounds louder than usual. Or maybe he isn't speaking as softly? When did he start doing that, anyway? "Ah!"

His butt bubbles, puffing out to really take up the chair. The seams of his pants attempt to resist, and that only makes it better. A loud moan echoes into the room as they rip, jiggling flesh released to open air. Distantly he can hear a door slam.

He... no. She. She now. Definitely she, moans as her pillowy thighs encompass her penis. They puff in around it, encasing it in flesh that rubs against every bit with each small movement. Another long moan echoes out as she paws at it, the still holding remnants of her pants getting in the way. It doesn't matter, her thighs more than enough to bring her to climax as her dick shrinks away. Her new pussy tingling in the aftermath.

A smile comes to her face as she lays back in the chair. Her legs splayed out ungainly and pants barely holding on. "Mmm!" Her eyes close as her chest almost seems to fill with bubbles. Like the butterflies she is already familiar with every time Uraraka or (only admitted in her most private moments) Toga is near. Both so willing to accept her no matter what, even if both don't know the full story. "Ura-raka... mmph... To-ga... NNNNN~"

Buttons pop as breasts push themselves into existence. Bubbles popping and pushing more and more fat into her chest. Hands already begin to grab at them through her shirt, rubbing at them and wanting more and more and more! Small ones aren't bad, Jiro is absolutely adorable, but such an obvious thing is just... She wants.

Wants everyone to see. To know. To be addressed as 'miss' without anyone needing to mistake her. To get that secret thrill every second of everyday. With every interaction. "YES!" Buttons pop, falling to the floor as her back arcs forward. Bubbles pop pop pop as her boobs fill out and more. Her shirt unable to contain her as she reaches the realm Ochako and Mina have managed.

Everything seems to slow to a stop after. More clicks and pops sounds out, but she can't feel exactly what is happening. The low haze of whatever variation of Somnambulist lays heavy about the room. Though, curiously, Kayama is nowhere around. Which is... probably understandable. As... provacative as she is, she has always preached doing things properly. Though the anatomical models in sex ed were probably unnecessary.

"Kayama?" She... and she needs a name, doesn't she? Perhaps... Mom never mentioned anything... no, wait. Shizuku. That brings up a distant memory...

"Ah, good." The door creeks as Kayama peeks in. "I apologize, I hadn't expected a reaction like that. It is... rare for this to cause anything like it. Though I should have remembered it's exceptionally common in late bloomers. Something about genetics and how my Quirk interacts with them?"

"Huh. You'd expect mutation Quirks to interact most strongly, but later bloomers are by and large emitters." Hm... "Usually it's a case of a Quirk coming in but the requirements being esoteric, so it is mistakenly labeled as a 'later bloomer' when it actually came in at a normal time. It was simply not classified. True late bloomers usually require some for of stockpile or a condition to be met. Typically something that only occurs during puberty, or is something children shouldn't be doing. If it's genetically based it might-"

"Midoriya." Kayama's voice is quiet. "Are you okay with this? Are you feeling any better? I need to get someone to bring a uniform, which one would you like?"

"Female." Shizuku swallows. "Female. And... call me Shizuku... please?"

"Of course, Shizuku." The teacher smiles. "I'll leave my Quirk active. Come back any time and I'll reactivate it for you while you work out a more permanent method. All Might probably has someone that can help you."

"I'll ask him as soon as I can." Though with everything happening, it might be a while. Shizuku has to focus on getting stronger and dealing with the League first. Her personal issues can wait.

"I'll send him a message to make sure he's expecting it." The older woman taps her computer. "I can do it while getting your new uniform in. And..." She leans forward, a genuine smile on her face, "congratulations."

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There are quiet places on campus if you care to look. Or just walk off a random path a little ways. UA is so big that having a space to yourself is frankly really easy. Which Kyoka is thankful for, really.

The last note sounds out as she leans back. The little clearing isn't too far away from the dorms, but far enough nobody can hear her practice. The stump to one side serves as a good seat, and she has long memorized everything she wants to play. A peaceful sort of spot for when everyone gets a bit too rowdy. Sure she can deal with it, nothing she hasn't been dealing with for years, but it's nice not to have to.

"There you are!" Kyoka blinks as one of the upperclassmen... Nejire? Nejire walks into the clearing. "I was looking for you!"

"Huh?" Kyoka raises an eyebrow. "What for?"

"Ochako and Tsu were talking about everyone in your class." The older girl practically bounces as she walks up. "And I was asking about anyone I could help since I'm your senpai and there are a lot of things I had to deal with that you might want to know about. So they talked about everyone and then talked about you and they said that you had some image issues and I think you look great but apparently you don't feel great so I'm here to fix that!"

"Okay..." What? "So you want to help me out?"

"Yeah!" Nejire leans forward. "I had a few problems like that before, so I figures out how to use my Quirk to help. I haven't used it on anybody else, but it'll be fine!"

"Alright, so you just want to help?" The periwinkle haired girl nods. "Go for it, I guess."

Yes!" Nejire bounces in place. "First! Would you like to go on a date?"

What? "What?" What.

"Sure I can do this and it'll help, but it won't stop you from thinking like that. Especially if everything works out because you'll just think it's because of what I did and not because you're super beautiful and cute by yourself so I decided I'd love to ask you out." The upperclassmen leans forward to place a hand on Kyoka's shoulder. "It isn't from pity or anything because you look like you could be really fun to talk with and I'd love to hear more about making music. Plus I think your Quirk is really interesting and your style is great. Plus I can think of all the things I want those jacks doing to me and I get a little weak on the knees because getting tied up is a super big kink of mine and you can just do it! I thought about asking Tsu but I just didn't feel the right way for it, but with you I think it'd be great!"

"What?" Kyoka shakes her head. This motor mouth, seriously. It's as bad as Green's mumbling. "I... have someone I'm already interested in."

"Oh, Momo right? I already asked her and she is really excited. We have tickets to a musical, but not an opera because apparently opera is overrated but I've never been to an opera, anyway," Nejire takes a deep breath, "I already made sure to make sure you weren't just settling or anything because now you can have both of us of everything works out but it really should since you're super cute and pretty and Momo is just the kind of person I want calling me a good girl and telling me to cum and I'd love to show you a really good time. I'm good enough with my Quirk that I can float without thinking about it and my weight limit is really high so we can have sex in the sky and I'd love to have you make me scream whole we're way high up I'm the air where everyone and no one is going to see us!"

Well... put Kyoka down as overwhelmed *and* horny. "Cool. I'll go out with you and Yaomomo then." Luckily only Nejire is around. The squeak of excitement in her voice would totally ruin her image. "So about the other thing?"

"Oh right!" Nejire jumps forward, beginning to float with her Quirk as she latches onto Kyoka. Not even girlfriends for five minutes and already shoving her tits in Kyoka's face. Nice. "Just relax and let my energy push into you. I've never done this on someone else, like I've said, so try not to fight it because I have no idea what would happen then."

Kyoka just pushes her face further into Nejire's boobs. She quickly raises her hand in a thumbs up.

"Here I go!" Nejire shakes her upper body as her hands slide under Kyoka's shirt. It causes Kyoka to miss the start of whatever it is she's doing, but the sudden jolt is hard to miss. "There it goes! It was harder to do it this time than when I did it to myself. Is that because you're not me or because of some innate resistance that you have to other Quirks or maybe your Quirk-"

"Oooohhhh~" It's like pop rocks or bubbles or something. Those fancy soaps that have the little grains in them. Little pops of refreshment deep in her body as what the energy is fizzles inside of her. It's fantastic, perfect! "More!"

"Well okay!" Nejire gives more. The beat of her heart goes faster, shifting slightly to a faster tempo. Is this what all those pop fans feel like? This shifting bubbling mass inside of her? A laugh echoes into the clearing as Kyoka absently notes her voice is just a bit higher. She'll have to compensate for that on her songs, but it might be good for some others she hadn't been interested in before.

Bubbles almost seem to inflate inside of her. Getting bigger and bigger as energy is poured in. It's almost too much, but not quite yet. The first bubble pops, right in her chest, and her shirt tears. The next pops immediately after, Kyoka falling limp in Nejire's arms as an orgasm rocks through her body.

"Oh! It didn't feel that good when I did it." Nejire leans forward, her knee pressing down onto Kyoka's went panties. Her hands slide around, the feeling sending kyoka shivering, to reach the other girl's front. "So biigg..."

Hands latch onto Kyoka's new breasts. The fizzling feeling not going away despite the bubble popping. It feels fantastic, the new flesh under Nejire's hands just the perfect size. Bigger than her old ones, but not anywhere close to her girlfriends.

It isn't too big a shame but still... Kyoka would prefer... "OOOHH!" She pitches forward, Nejire hands clenching on her boobs in an attempt to steady her. Pops resound through her body as he seat suddenly gets a lot more comfortable. Her head bounces a little at the added height, as Nejire's knee slides down as a plusher ass and thighs raise Kyoka's body just a bit. "Yesss..."

The bubbles are getting a bit too much. Kyoka's jacks idly wind around Nejire's hips and ass perform pushing into the fat. Not too far, no enough to hurt, but enough to offload some of this energy. It isn't quite like Nejire's, of course, but Kyoka tries to make it match as best she can.

"Ohh!" Nejire pitches forward, body rubbing against Kyoka. "Is this how it feels? It's amazing!"

A giggle falls from Kyoka as the bubble in her head finally starts to swell. It's sparks and fizzles along her brain, super charging her energy and making everything seem to slow. The wonderful pleasure of everything extending even further as her mouth falls open.

The pop almost seems to echo throughout the clearing. Kyoka goes limp, her body only kept upright by Nejire. Her hair extends, periwinkle highlights shading the very bottom as her sound wave shifts to the same colour. The rest of the energy in her starting to fizzle and pop with purpose, following some unseen but now present path through her body.

Hands pull her out of Nejire's breasts, and Kyoka can't help a lazy smile at the sight of at the purple shading at the bottom of Nejire's hair, and the purple soundwave near to top of it. "That was great!"

The upperclassmen smiles, even as she works her knee up and down. Kyoka shivers at the feeling, her new energy settling down to help let her feel the new heat that comes with it. Her hips press forward into Nejire's knee as she dips her head to kiss a breast.

The rest of their clothes don't last long, moans echoing about the clearing until just before curfew.

Then they finally get calm enough to grab Momo and retreat to the heiress' room.

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"Let's see..." Melissa glances down at her phone as she walks further into the maze under I-Island. An alert had come in that an unauthorized user had gotten caught and her dad wasn't available to deal with it. "I hate doing this..."

Especially with her special guest around. Unfortunately, safety comes before giving a tour to Izuku. A shame, he looks like a lot of fun. Melissa shakes her head with a smile as she rounds the corner and that's a bare ass.

"Oh." The blonde swallows as she beholds the full moon. It isn't quite as plump as it perhaps should be, but it's still fantastic.

"Heey~" The special capture line swings as the girl wiggles. She is completely bound, arms at her side, legs folded up and pushed outward- to reveal her naked ass. "You smell like Magne! Can you get me down?"

"After you tell me why you've snuck onto the island." Melissa frowns. And adjusts her pants. Whoever this girl is, she certainly has energy. What with her butt shifting every which way. "And why you don't have any underwear."

"After my last pair broke I couldn't find any cute ones."  She sort of manages to shrug. "It doesn't matter. I was just here to find some cuties!"

"Cuties?" Melissa steps forward and grabs the girl's hips. "You illegally came here to try and find a crush?"

"Of course! Shigi showed me pictures and I just couldn't wait to see Izuku and Ochako." She shivers, her body tilting upward to reveal her uncovered pussy. Melissa swallows as her underwear becomes uncomfortable. "Izuki and Ochako! So fierce, so bloody, Ah!" She wiggles even more, but Melissa only has eyes for her wet she's getting. "I just want to make them cuter! Get them covered and red. Know more and more about them until I can just be them!"

"So you want to replace them?" Melissa swallows and forces her eyes upward, toward the back of the girl's head. "I don't think someone who has a crush on somebody would want to stab them and take their place. Isn't that just making sure you can never be with them again?"

"Maybe, but they wouldn't want to be with me anyway." The girl finally wiggles enough to turn her head toward Melissa. Shit, her eyes are cute. "So I can be them! That way they can't tell me I'm a demon like Mom and Dad, and I get to know everything about them!"

"Why would anyone call you a demon?" Aside from the murder and stabbing, but plenty of people are in to that. Including Melissa, apparently. You find new kinks every day. Thought what she said about her parents... "You're cute enough to get away with a lot."

"Aww, thanks!  You're cute too!" The girl giggles. "I'm Himiko Toga. You're going to let me go, right? A girl in love should be helped!"

"I don't think I will." Melissa smiles. "I-Island is an extratritorial jurisdiction. There aren't any laws here but what we say, so I can do anything to you and it's be perfectly fine." Not quite true, the ethics board is quite influential, but Himiko doesn't need to know that.

"Oh, you wouldn't." She wiggles again. "I'm an untouched virgin maiden! You're too cute to be anything like that."

"If you keep wiggling like that I'll have to take it as an invitiation." What to do? Most anyone who could do something is dealing with the Expo. Deporting her isn't possible until the end of that, and there aren't any longterm holding facilities on the island. "Now hold still while I figure out what to do with you."

"Aww, can't I stay with you, cutie." Himiko wiggles again. Back and forth, this time, butt almost brushing against Melissa. "I can make it worth your while~"

"Okay. I can have you with me for a bit, but I'm going to have to teach you manners."  Melissa slaps Himiko's butt as her other hand drops her pants.

"Eep!" Himiko swings forward at the slap, straining against her bindings. Melissa halts her movement with both hands, her dick already lined up with Himiko's dripping pussy. "Gaahhh~"

"There are going to be some rules."  Melissa grunts as she slams her dick in.

Himiko makes what could generously be said to be a comprehending noise. Melissa doesn't bother listening. The slapping of flesh on flesh sounds out as she ravages the pussy in front of her. It's prefect, taking Melissa's bigger than usual dick without any issue at all.

"One!" She slaps Himiko's ass again. The force making the other blonde squeak even as Melissa cants her hips and keeps fucking. "You aren't a person. You're my pet. A little kitty for me to play with. That means no clothes, and I'll get you a nice collar."

"WhaaaAAA-" Himiko shudders as Melissa brings a hand around to finger her. Her pet's clit is easy to find, bigger than usual. "Aahhh..."

Fluid leaks out, splashing onto the floor. Melissa ignores it, her dick twitching inside her new pet. One hand presses down, forcing the other girl toward the ground and allowing Melissa to thrust even harder.

"Two. NNNFF!" So close. It's almost like the girl is squeezing her cock. "You don't get to talk to anyone unless I say. Pets can't speak. If you're good, I'll let you meet Izuku and Ochako." Izuku doesn't seem like the type to take up a casual bit of sex, but this Ochako girl might.

Himiko shivers as Melissa brings up the names of her crushes. More fluid splashes to the floor. At least she's easy to satisfy, poor girl. Speaking of satisfaction...

"THREE!" Melissa pants. She's so close! Her hands slap onto Himiko's thighs, the place plap plap of her dick smashing into Himiko. "Don't," Melissa smashes in again and again, panting, "Spill," she slams in one more to and stills, "A," she leans forward, humping Himiko as everything builds and builds, "DROP!"

Release. Melissa shudders a loud moan echoing out as she releases. Himiko's groan mixes with hers as they both cum. Her dick pulsing and shooting load after load until she falls forward, resting on top of her new pet.

"Gonna have to tell Dad I found a stray." Maybe after the Expo though. He looks a little stressed, best not add to it.

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Things are going a little... slow. Yu sighs as she shifts on her couch. Her ranking hasn't been going up as much as expected, even with all her posing for the camera. It especially isn't going up fast enough to deal with all the payments.

"Can't leave either." She slumps. By this point her only chance is to get in with some big raid or similar. Those are exceptionally rare, and a low rank Hero like her isn't going to make the cut. Not unless it's a major emergency. "Stupid executioner's bump."

The bump means getting anything more would take a stupid amount of work. Way more than she can do on her own, even with her excellent staff. About the only thing that could override it is another bump. If it's managed properly it'll get her high enough to be called for the good raids, ensuring a smoother ride later on.

"Yeah, just link up with a bunch of others. Like that's not hard." Everyone wants to go it alone and those that don't usually already have a brand to go to. Someone willing to work with her? She'd have to search crazy far and then go to all the trouble of rebranding. Them or herself. "Would have to make one..."

Well. There's an idea. The kid she grabbed as an intern would work, and she has that milk. Can't have the other girl having as good an ass, but boobs are always a good sell. Even let the kid cut in line and hit Pro way faster.

"Kid." Grape Juice looks up. "How'd you like to get into a bigger collab? I can hired you an get you a license right now, as long as you're okay with a rebrand." An extensive rebrand.

"Working with you all the time?" His smile is... a bit wider than usually possible. "Sign me up!"

"Cool." Yu swings herself upward and walks over to her fridge. The special milk is right where she left it. A good luck charm gifted when she left her hometown. Hopefully it's as lucky as they say. "Drink this first."

"Alright!" He drops the broom and immediately starts to chug. "Soo good!"

"I'd hope so. Heifer brew is a specialty from my hometown." Yu clears her throat. "Now, here's what I want out of a partner."

The milk carton falls to the floor. Grape Juice stares straight ahead, mouth open, a blank look on his face. Yu smiles.

"First, you need to be just a bit taller than me. Make it by five centimeters." The boy doesn't even move as he grows taller. His clothes strain around him, barely keeping together against the significant increase in height. "Second, you're going to need a complimentary outfit. I use purple, white, and orange. You can keep purple, but the rest of your uniform should be white with black spots."

The clothes shift, stretching a moving about. They connect first, turning from a shirt and pants to a single leotard. They extend down, covering his arms and even incorporating his shoes. The colour shift is simple, purple at the edges, after the knees and elbows, while the rest is patterned in cowprint.

"Hmm." Yu leans forward. "Make it skimpier. I have to have full covering, but you can ride the line of the law. It'll help with ratings." Not quite as much as you'd think, but every little bit helps. It's not like he can complain, anyway.

The suit changes. The boots fall away into their own thing, leaving the thighs bare. The same happens to the glove, revealing a scandalous amount of upper arm and shoulder. A deep V forms in the shirt, going almost all the way down to his groin.

"Good." Yu places a finger on her bottom lip. "Third, you need to be female. A guy doesn't get as much attention, and having only a guy as a partner starts bad rumours." She shakes her head. "Not that a girl doesn't, but lesbians sell."

The body seems to quiver as the changes work through it. The ass expands a little, and small breasts form. Muscle and bone cracks as it shifts, shoulders narrowing and hips pushing outward. By the end the person in front of Yu is definitely female, but not in quite the way she wants.

"Sexier. My charm point is my ass, so you get boobs." Yu chuckles. "Make sure you aren't too top heavy, a bit for your thighs and ass is good. Your breasts are how you use your Quirk. They're always massive, but they get even bigger if you haven't been milked recently. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

A low moan sounds through the room as the new girl gets even bigger. Her ass and thighs plump, just enough to make grabbing them a plush experience. It's her breasts that change the most. They almost seem to fill like balloons, and her nipples even start to leak even as they grow bigger and bigger. Arms instinctually cross to hold the massive mammaries as the cross from small to medium to large to extra large. Still the grow, easily eclipsing her head and wobbling as she attempts to keep upright. She doesn't make it, her massive tits bending her forward and forcing her to lay on them.

"Thats good." They stop. The girl moans as Yu walks around her. She seems well proportioned, bar her boobs, though those can be solved with a good milking. "Your Quirk is manipulation of your breast milk. You can make it more nutritious, taste like whatever you wish, warm it, cool it, even make ice cream." Yu raises a foot to rest it on the massive boobs on her floor. "You can squirt your milk very far, and you can even make it super sticky to catch criminals. Not that you do that, you usually work as a rescue Hero to provide milk to first responders, victims, and nearby civilians. You even go international, flying to disaster areas to provide your great milk."

That should serve as a good counter point, and a good money maker. "Mm..." Perhaps something is missing. "Ah, right. Can't have you running off can I?" Yu leans down. "You don't remember anything but me.  I'm your owner, and you don't care about anything else. I feed you, clothe you, and make sure you have a place to stay. Any money you make goes to me, because you're too stupid to properly spend it. Understand?"

"Moo..." Her head lolls to the side, her eyes no longer blank, but still not showing anything upstairs. A mind that is an enigma, much like someone knocking a milk carton over.

"Good. If I tell you I need my cow to listen you'll go right back to this state. Ready to listen to my orders and rules." Yu straightens up with a smile. "Now, wake up. I need to milk you."

"Mooyuuu!" The girl wiggles. "Milkies! Please!"

"In a second." Yu steps around behind her new cow. "I think I need to have some fun first."

"Moooo!" The girl wiggles harder, her excitement causing her leotard to ride to the side and expose her dripping pussy.

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Fuyumi sighs as she works at the door. Why her girlfriend *always* insists on dealing with this particular problem alone she has no idea. Won't even give a good answer. Something about her Quirk and potential Quirk interactions while in this state, but nothing specific. Frankly, she might have no idea of the specifics. As far as Fuyumi knows she is her first and only long term girlfriend.

Normally this invasion of privacy would be terrible. Speaking frankly, it's still bad. But it's this or Rumi dodging the question like she has every other time. Between the two, Fuyumi will take the answers, thanks.

"There." She nods and pushes the door to Rumi's apartment open. "Eugh..."

It smells terrible. Which is really odd, Rumi hates her place smelling bad. Her enhanced smell makes it even worse, and apparently it prevents her from going nose blind as fast. Her place has special airtight trashcans even.

"Rumi?" Fuyumi steps into the room. It isn't in disarray, but certainly hasn't been looked after as well as expected. The TV is on, the news anchor babbling about something or another, and a few plates, alongside cutlery, rest on the low table in front of the couch. "Are you here?"

The Todoroki moves forward and pauses in front of the couch. It reeks, but a familiar sort of reek. Those stains are also familiar, and looking closer it seems the cushions have been covered in something. Is that? The same stuff she uses in the classroom- a coating wrap that resists stains. Even if something gets through it won't mater, the coating can just be thrown away.

"Fuyumi!" The woman so named yelps at Rumi's yell, and the sudden weight pushing her forward. "I told you to not come around. Nnnggghhh..."

Hands scrabble at Fuyumi's pants. "Rumi? What is it?" The ice user manages to turn her head, only to blush. Rumi isn't wearing anything at all, and is very obviously dripping wet. A finger makes it past the waistband of Fuyumi's pants, and she shivers at the sudden chill of the wet digit moving across her skin.

"I gotta fuck Fuyumi!" Rumi shivers as she curls inward, her pursuit of Fuyumi's pants abandoned. "Gotta... sex... make more bunnies!"

"Rumi..." Fuyumi swallows. Is that... she listened? They had only talked about kids once, in passing, and Fuyumi had mentioned she wasn't interested in them. "Is that what this is about?"

"No! Make more bunnies!" Rumi rushes forward, her hands wrapping around the fabric of Fuyumi's shirt. "Make you bunny! Pretty ice bunny! Haahh." The bunny grits her teeth and shakes her head.

"Make..." Wait a second. Does she mean to copy across her Quirk? Sure, bunnies are often characterized as having a strong breeding instinct... "Would I look like you?"

"Nnn..." Fuyumi swallows as Rumi rips her shift off. Shit that's hot. "Yeah!"

"Ahh..." Rumi flops forward to rub her face in Fuyumi's boobs, hands pawing at them. Idly, the teacher rubs her legs together. Good thing she didn't bother with panties today. "Do it." If it would help... Fuyumi has made far greater, more meaningful, sacrifices for people far less important.

"YES!" Rumi's hands sweep down and don't even bother attempting to undo Fuyumi's pants. She just grabs and rips, exposing her lover's already wet pussy to the air. "Mmmm..."

"Go aheADDD!" Fuyumi's locks her legs together as Rumi wastes no time in getting a taste. Her tongue pushes inside as rampages about like she's trying to get the last bit of chocolate out of the wrapper. "Yes!"

Rumi doesn't even bother to reply. She isn't even teasing or attempting to draw things out. No, straight for the kill, targeting every single one of Fuyumi's weak spots. Her tongue slides about, lapping at her lover's walls and sliding up to coil around and press on the clit.

It is far too much. Far too fast. Fuyumi is already panting, sweat slicking her skin, as her lover pushes forward. Usually their sex is love making, slow and languid. This is faster than fast and so very *hot*!

"AUGH!" Fuyumi shakes as she cums. Her body flopping down onto the couch as her hips spasm. Rumi doesn't even stop, her ears tickling Fuyumi's thighs as she keeps going. The sensitivity of the first orgasm quickly leads into the second. "RUMI!"

The bunny doesn't respond, but she does stop. Instead of continuing with her tongue she slides forward. Her skin pressing against Fuyumi's, sliding against each other, slick with sweat. Hands come up to rub at Fuyumi's ears. Rumi's legs move too, curling inward to lock Fuyumi's legs in position- raised from the tension of the orgasm in triangles against the couch.

"What..." Fuyumi almost bites her tongue as Rumi's pussy presses against hers. The extra sensitivity hasn't gone away, probably wouldn't for another hour or two. Normally she only manages two or three orgasms before it becomes overwhelming, but tonight it feels just right. "More..."

A long moan fills the room as Rumi begins to lick and nip at Fuyumi's breasts. Her own boob press in from below, forcing her lover's in just the right spot for her to continue to play with them. Then the moving startss.

The position is awkward to properly grind against each other, but that doesn't stop Rumi. Nor does it stop Fuyumi, who becks her hips in time to her lover's thrusts. It is just enough for them both to begin to shiver, helped along by the movement causing Rumi's breasts to rub all against Fuyumi's stomach and underboob.

"Aaaahh..." Fuyumi swallows as the hands on her ear begin to rub deeper. Longer and straighter. Pulling and squeezing just enough, the flesh tingling as it stretches and lengthens. "C'monnn..."

Rumi begins thrusting faster, the slapping of flesh echoing about the room. Her butt slams into Fuyumi's legs with each pull backward, the wonderful buns rubbing sending a tingling throughout Fuyumi's lower legs.

Fuyumi tilts her head to the side, her mouth falling open as Rumi continues to play with her ears. They feels so wonderful now, her lover's nails scratching them or running up and down her fur. The sound of her own moans and the slapping of flesh on flesh is so much louder now, so much better. A symphony bouncing through her head and taking over every bit of space within.

Heat boils down below in a way she hasn't ever felt before. Her legs close inward, trapping Rumi even closer. The other bunny can't even fully pull back now, moving in short jerks back and forth in an attempt to find a climax. The feel of her ass against fur just drives Fuyumi even more wild.

"Hup!" Fuyumi arcs her body and throws herself forward. Her lover doesn't resist the change, still humping forward as Fuyumi moves on to. "Here we go."

A smile crosses Fuyumi's face. Is this what people mean when they say they feel hot? She hadn't even known. Her hips pull backward and slap forward, pinning Rumi down beneth her, their pussies rubbing against one another. Both of them shiver as hands find their ways to boobs and butts, lips finding lips as both give into the burn.

Two bunnies fuck each other silly for the rest of the week.