The hero academic

Momo shivered, feeling the cold metal on the side of her body and the smooth yet stretchy tube top, she could feel tight bands over the top of her breasts and below it, keeping it from falling off.

It couldn't cover most of her breast but it kept her pink areola from being in public view and that was good enough for jirou, who refrained from gazing.

"Sorry, i wanted to get you a bandeau bra, so we can match chokers without you wearing one. Sadly, none come in dark green with red chains." Jirou replied, having taken several pictures and also a close up of her breasts from below. Her finger tips buzzed with an electric thrill.

"It-its ok, I rather like it. It's only for one day right?" Momo jiggled her breasts, bouncing them from side to side to test the tubetop, almost posing for jirou as she hid behind a blush.

Next was a high waisted black skirt, beginning from where her belly button was and ended right below momo's pelvis, a couple inches below her pussy, along with a lacey red panty, which fit momo's pussy perfectly, along with a garter belt.

Momo's thighs were squished into a tight green thigh high, held up by the garter belt. Momo took a look of herself in the mirror, smiling as she turned around, looking at the way her curved flowed.

Jirou wanted a more exposive skirt, but showing off too much skin could warant unwanted attention.

"So? How does it look?" Jirou asked, as momo focused on the top, stretching it up as the tube top shaped itself to her E cups.

"Its wonderful!!..thank you jirou."

"That's what friends are for, heheh, midoriya's socks will be blown off! I'll go check on uraraka!" Jirou said, quickly stepping out of the changing room. She quickly entered uraraka's, her heart beating like a drum.

"Oh, jirou? Did you finish with momo?" The bubbly brunette replied, wearing a thin white underwear. Jirou noticed the flex of her bicep as she tied her hair, the ripple of her D cup tits swaying. A hard six pack formed on her stomach. The curve of her huge ass fittet perfectly with her thick thighs.

"Jirou?your sopping wet! Your bra is also visible through your tanktop! What happened?!" Uraraka asked.

"Ah?! Yeah, i wore these underneath mg shirt..hehe, silly me, couldn't tell.."

Jirou felt herself blush. Uraraka was hiding such a body like this under her uniform and costume. Did the department also add some extra armour to hide them?!

Jirou leaned down, her face pressed against uraraka's stomach, feeling the muscular definition of her stomach.

"Ji-hehe,rou! That tickles!haaha" uraraka chuckled as jirou stood up again. "Surprised you huh! I'm glad! Seeing deku strive so hard to build himself..i just couldn't help but work hard myself!"

"R-really?" Jirou didn't buy that answer. "Or is it because he has a type?"

Uraraka's body jerked up, turning around to face the wall, her thicc ass directly infront of jirou as her ear jack took several shots.

"Alright, i wont tease you. But i know just the thing that would make deku think of you all night long!" She opened a bag she had tied to her rip.

She pulled put two finger-less black sleeves, which she scrunched up, till uraraka could slip her hand through the bunch up sleeve and into the palms of the sleeve, her fingers wriggling out as jirou pulled the sleeves back up uraraka's shoulder.

She could see small tears around the bicep and forearm but it gave uraraka a more badass vibe.

"These feel comfortable, jirou. Very soft." As uraraka closed her palm and opened them. The pink disc like things on her finger tips reminded jirou that uraraka could levitate anything she touched. So if she touched deku's balls..will all the semen come rushing out?

Jirou pulled out a turtleneck, sleeveless leotard/bodysuit with an underboob and large back window.

"O-oh! Jirou that's..really revealing.." uraraka said, looking at how high waisted it was and how thin the fabric was.

"No takesy backsies uraraka, its what

Deku likes. Think of this as a beta-costume test!" She urged uraraka. By now, the boys were probably bored out of their minds.

Uraraka sat down, blushin as she undid the pink straps on the body suit, giving jirou a very wide shot of her thighs and pussy as she slid them on.

Uraraka found the turtle neck to be a soft but tight material, her face having a burn as it slid the neck of the body suit down. She could feel it tightly around her neck. Her breasts spilled out from below the underboob hole, before she slid her breasts up, hiding her pink nipples, which softly protruded from the body suit but was invisible due to the black colour.

Her ass cheeks basically hid the leotard which had definitely stuck itself on a sensitive spot as uraraka's lips quivered on the sensation.

Jirou handed her some bright pink panties and some dark biker shots. Uraraka put them on, the red strings of her panty lying on her curvy hips as the spats hid her huge ass, the rest of her thighs covered up by a green striped thigh high that bit into her thigh.

"Ji-jirou..are you sure.." uraraka doubted, stretching her back and bending herself backwards. She lifted her armpits, concerned she hadn't shaven them.

"It will be fine, ura! Your gonna walkout, and he's going to see the bombshell you are and blush so hard he loses all sense of himself!" She pep talked the brunette, who fidgeted with the underboob hole.

She then had a determined look on her face, her eyes shining intensely. "You're right! I am a bombshell! I don't know how to repay you, jirou!"

"Hey, as long as you're happy, im happy!" She said, locking her forearm with uraraka's and pulling her out. "Now get out! Cant keep deku waiting!"

Jirou dragged the two girls, both of whom were astounded by her new gained strength. Of course, the plus ultra motto wasn't only meant for heroism. It's a lifestyle.

Midoriya had his back towards the three approaching girls, attempting to swipe a large black hoodie from todoroki.

"Midoriya, this is just a hoodie with the name imprinted on it! Its not worth 13,000, yen!" He said, pulling up a sleeved shirt, dragons roaring to the chest.

"Todoroki you don't understand! It's aesthetic!"

"Midoriya, you're quite thick headed aren't you? Like with that dry lipped beggar." The cold voice berated the greenette, his attention changing towards the 3 girls, having gained dirty looks from uraraka.

Jirou felt a blush, almost hiding between uraraka and momo's body, even though they were more flustered than her, arms up to hide their faces.

Her heart beat faster as midoriya's head turned, Todoroki's face bursting into an ice mask, his body falling limp on a chair.

The three girls locked eyes with midoriya, each having their own doubts and embarrassment reddening their faces.

The greenette's eyes shook so hard in surprise that each girl thought he was looking directly at her individually, each of their chests hammering away, an odd feeling steering at the back of their head before they found themselves staring at midoriya's pants, a single metal bit falling to the ground.

A large defined shape had imprinted itself on his pants, the bulge seemingly breaking his belt. Jirou smiled away as midoriya hid his "package" behind a large bag as his eyes dizzy'd from the sudden blood loss.

Jirou noticed uraraka's pale face, usually rosy cheeks left in a shocking quiver, a hand below her thighs and another rising from her hips to her belly button, seemingly sizing what she saw.

Momo acted first, holding the bag over deku's dick, her face blushing but the determined look to save her classmate from embarrassment, noticing the dark stain in his shorts.

"Y-yaom-" he stuttered, half Wake as the raven haired girl's breasts leaned heavily on his back.

Jirou grabbed a couple bags that both midoriya and todoroki had gotten themselves. She could guess from the weight tuat midoriya had bought a metric ton of fucking weighted clothing. While Todoroki just got some sweaters and pants.

"Uraraka, grab todoroki, will you?" Momo asked Uraraka, who had floated off into her daydreams, as she nodded quickly, glancing at Deku as she passed him and momo.

"I-i know a place where they have a bath house. We can have todoroki chill there, along with some ice cream!" Jirou said, nodding at momo and uraraka to follow.

She didn't intend for this to be the reaction or the reveal of midoriya's secret. But this was as good as it would get.

Jirou guided the group, listening to the crown and floor, avoiding the rest of the class. Thankfully for her, everything above floor 1 was mainly cupboards, toys and poems.

Momo's height helped drag the shorter but beefier greenette, even though she was a wreck inside, every time she moved him, she could feel the throb of his dick through his leg. Did jirou know? Did they see?

She always had discussions with her cousins about dicks and even got interested in whether they made vibrator molds of heros. But nothing she saw on the internet could prepare her for something that big on such a small body.

"Mi-midoriya, are you comfortable?" She asked as blood flowed back to his brain, his eyes no longer a grey orb.

"Me? Oh, fine, where are we?" Midoriya asked, as jirou led them to the bath house, holding the door open as the blond from earlier hurried over.

She grabbed todoroki, who almost fell on her as uraraka undid her quirk. He was dragged off to a wooden bench as a twin let the boy rest his head on her thighs.

The ear jack heroine grabbed momo and uraraka's hands. "You guys CANNOT! Tell anyone! Anything!"

"Jirou... is..is this why.." uraraka gestured to her outfit.."so we could know..that..deku.." she looked at deku, concerned but aroused. Her crush could crush her from fhe inside as well as the out.

"An-and the bathhouse..you knew it was here.." momo stated, looking at the twin employee's. "And they recognised you."

"Promise me! And we can all..see deku's deku in its prime! C'mon! I promise this shop has more to offer!" Jirou pleaded.

The two girls looked at each other, ashamed but they were curious, they had been ensared into jirou's trap.

Jirou smiled, as deku came to his senses, realising his dick had ripped his belt and buttons.

He fell silent as uraraka and momo looked at him, a shadow of lust covering their faces, as jirou gave a thumbs up. Which comforted him enough to not break down.

The blonde employee was back again, this time motioning for the girls to follow, with midoriya in tow, being helped by the twin.

Just like her, the two girls were amazed at the dark sex shop beneath, marvelling at what was offered, she could see uraraka checking prices on dildos as momo stared at a square anal bead set.

"Th-these are diamond plated...do people really shove this up.." "Wh-why are these ones covered in pointy stuff.."

Another blond girl sat at fushidara's desk, wearing a Smiley mask as the two unsuspecting girls were told to sit down, their wildest kinks about to be entertained and encouraged.

As for jirou and deku,their eyes were guided to a certain spot of the shop, a familiar figure peeping out from between shelves.

Fushidara was hidden behind a secret compartment, Which was wedged between the dog bowls and the razor whips.

"My, my, miss 833, you bring such wonderfull speciwomen. The curves on that spiky bitch is something. But the short stack has some voluptuous proportions.", fushi complimented?.

"I'm guessing they're all side whores for your..boyfriend?" Fushidara's attention was finally on deku.

The busty lady stared, pushing her circular spectacles up her nose, a smirk on her face as she sized up midoriya.

"Ji-jirou..who is she?" Midoriya asked, as fushi leaned closer, giving midoriya a clear view of her cleavage. She watched the bulge of his dick get bigger, his shaft thicker than fushidara's own arm.

Jirou grabbed midoriya's pants, pulling it down. "Don't worry, babe. She's just checking!" Jirou pressed her lips on his cheek, as his pants and underwear feel down

"I promise, I'll be gentle!" Fushi mocked, clearly expecting an average hero to milk off for a measly penny, she was about to get shell shocked.

A loud, wet slop echoed in the compartment, as fushidara's skin had a bright red mark on her cheek. Her glasses tilted as several strands of precum settled over her face.

"Oh...oh!" Fushi blinked, hand on her cheek, wiping a splatter of pre cum. "Miss..i see why you want..this...printed as a dildo."

"Well, my deku~ is very busy. I'd like a convenience for myself." She said, hugging deku, her wet top sticking to his skin as she leaned ever so close to him.

Fushidara raised her crop shirt, her plump breasts softly engulfing the base of deku's dick, her nipples hardening as she slowly rubbed her tits, leaving blue spit as she kissed his tip. "How's that, deku?"

"Ahh.." midoriya moaned, his dick cushioned as jirou sat over him, her arms around him as she slowly bit his lips softly, her black eyes reflecting the blissful faces he made.

Fushidara whispered sweet nothings to deku's dick, her foul mouth filled with something sweet after many months. She felt little zaps on her lips, hands gripping the bench as she slobbered all over, bobbing her head back and forth.

"Where's my thanks? I did tell you, you'd enjoy yourself... had momo and uraraka dress this risque just for you.." soft, strong hands gripped her waist, as she felt deku's lips kiss her own, his tongues slipping in to wrestle hers. "Thank you"

These were the words that vibrated against her tongue.

Jirou was taken aback, forgetting to breath as deku kissed her, his arms pulling her closer as she embraced him. Her first kiss... and his first kiss...

Midoriya's shaft suddenly pushed against her ass, hot as a kettle as his grip tightened around her.

The loud plop behind her was fushidara, who had gotten her mouth and face covered in deku's cum, strands of green hair littered around her lips and jaw as more cum splurted out on her glasses.

A device in her trembling hand, with red light scanning midoriya's dick as she leaned back, the cum collected between her tits falling on her stomach, dripping down her abdomen.

"Haahhm...ahh....its..done.."Fushidara exhaustedly sighed, standing up to let jirou hop off midoriya,Who breathed heavily. " i got it. At his hardest....nnhg.."

"Aww... we were just getting good... do you want a belly rub, or the price for this comm?"

Her feet walked in puddles of white as fushi headed over to a 4d printing machine, licking herself like a dog, same as jirou..was it something in midoriya's diet?

"I..I'll take your loyalty as a customer.." she pulled her crop shirt back on, not caring about how drenched she was. "I'd love to service your boy... for free too...he's a growing boy after all."

Midoriya's cock slowly stopped throbbing. It didn't even shrink this time as jirou softly cleaned him off with a towel. She felt her lips dry but she knew better to not do it here.

What she didn't know was that both momo and uraraka were listening to the three, turned on as they peeked from the small hole that was near the dog, bowls. True to her word, the two girls thought jirou had taken one for the team as momo and jirou could see deku's cock almost break fushidara's jaw.

"Thats...bigger than gang orca...he could do a home run with that..thing.." uraraka whispered, awed.

"It-its not shrinking...is this his normal state? How did he even hide this thing!?" Momo asked, quickly turning away as they noticed the two coming out of the room.

"Hey! Sorry, had to help midoriya with his dizziness!" Jirou said, giving a smile to the two, swiping a sliver of saliva from her lips.

The two girls smiled back, showing their bags of goodies.. Midoriya could never know that they were watching. They weren't perverted like mineta!.. not yet at least.

Midoriya apologised for the inconvenience and for his awkward hormones. "I-i promise to never look at you with those eyes again!"

"It's okay deku! I'd never judge you for that! It was..kinda hot.."

"Yes, midoriya, its a boys natural instinct..but...i suppose we could keep it a secret..between us!"

"Really! You...thank you guys!" He replied.

Of course, the 4 headed upwards, cleaning themselves and switching to their formal clothes as Todoroki started waking up. They ended up using his credit card to buy some ice cream and chill the sweat away. He was none the wiser. But he did ask midoriya if he saw that weirdo hoodie guy again, which jirou left as a hobo trying to shake yen from him.

Jirou kept a green striped bag next to her. Fushidara's little logo on the inside of the 13 foot box.

She had his kiss...now she'd need to prove her body worthy. A fire in her heart as she noticed uraraka and momo being more talkative and attentive.

Distracting deku as she wanted. He wouldn't have to wait long. She simply needed a week or less to get used to the dildo and then he could have his way with her, for as much as he wanted.

"Hey, jirou.." midoriya said as everyone started regrouping. " wanna exchange contacts? I-i didn't think it sas the best time..during the other two times.."

She smiled, copying the number before sending him a message of a kissing emoji. She pressed her gallery, thinking about sending all those pics of momo and uraraka...but she'd wait untill he got home.

Of course.. it was never that simple.

Fushidara sat in her seat, still covered in cum as she stared at the razor whip bondage. A sliver of blood on it. The brunette cutie had cut herself.. how delightfull.

She grabbed a vial, putting it against the string as the white fluid over her body started spilling away, the greenie was certainly cute even if his dick was monstrous. She hoped she could meet him again, as her face dissolved, spilling away.

A woman stood naked with a vial of red blood, cat like eyes smiling as she eyes fhe blood, a blush on her face as the cum from deku still remained, her hair buns completely drenched.

"TWICCEEE!! Get a clone to draw me a bath!" She screamed out to the vents. "Pleaseeeee!"

"Shut up you filthy whore-ON IT MY THOTTY FRIEND!" a voice yelled back.. she couldn't wait to see them again..she couldn't wait to see deku again~!!

Ch 3: metamorphosis

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

The sharp click of her door lock was the 3rd most satisfying sound she heard all day, loud thumps as the bags she held dropped on the floor, echoing in the empty house, the clock ticking past the afternoon.

Jirou sat on her floor, lazily tearing off the smelly purple shirt she wore, stains of something sticky dried in places she didn't have time to clean, like her back and armpits.

Her white crop top was more of a folded tissue wad, stretched thin as she swung it into one of the bags. She let her chest and breasts breathe for the first time since entering momo's limousine, her social energy completely spent.

Uraraka and momo acted normally like they used to but they did make sure they sat as close to deku during the trip over. She felt like she missed something but it wasn't important to her right now.

Her tongue felt wet, mimicking the kiss deku gave her, memorizing the movement as deku whispered "thank you" into her lips.

Jirou's body had never eased up from how horny the kiss was, she was constantly edging herself with the rough texture of her jeans when no one was looking during the whole ride or too busy bullying bakugou.

She stood up again, grabbing the bags and the box fushi gave her, stumbling towards her room, which had become cluttered with stretched clothes and underwear that was too small.

The bags were thrown onto the bed, as jirous ear jack sliced the thread holding the short jeans together, she pulled it down to the floor along with her wet red panties.

She hopped onto her bed, grabbing the black box in her bags, falling on her back to pull the thirteen inch long box out, which popped open really quickly with a tap and the green dildo fell onto her body with a slap.

Feeling the top of the dildo on her chin as the huge shaft lay on her chest, pressing on her neck, chest and belly.

The size of it made Jirou wonder how she ever got it down her throat. But ectoplasms words about adaptability and durability lingered in her head, her throat wasn't any wider but she was able to sing deeper and higher now.

Just one of the many gifts deku gave her, unknowingly of course, she'd never thought a little intrigue about thumps could lead to this and now she was going to spread it with her classmates. Speaking of classmates..

One of her earjacks retrieved her phone from the floor, and she quickly made a groupchat, titling it deku's little cumrags, she was too horny to care about what the others thought, as she added both yaomomo and uraraka to the mix.

She quickly posed for a selfie, facing the ceiling, making sure to align Deku's dick across her stomach, albeit struggling to squeeze them between her less developed tits.

A sharp snap and she sent a picture to the group chat, almost euphoric as she giggled to herself, she didn't look too bad all things considered.

Already, she could see uraraka and momo typing, even if she had to squint to even focus on what the letters were, was she just lethargic today?

"Is-is that deku's?! It's so..Huge!-"

"Midoriya is quite well endowed, perhaps that's why he's always sitting in class?"

"Hehe! Fushi really did her best on this one! I could get you all the same thing, if you wanna?"

"Oh! I don't think I have the money..." uraraka replied, a sad emoji version of herself.

Momo sent a much more energetic, happy emoji, how'd the two of them even spend so much time making custom emoji's.

"Don't worry! Give me the measurements and I can make exact replicas for us all!"

Jirou liked this idea although she still wanted to see fushidara. The way her lips curled, her eyes widened. It was erotic beyond words. Of course, it was the first time someone other than her got overwhelmed.

"Thank you, yamomo! You're the best! But is it really okay?" Uraraka asked.

"Ofc ofc, doooon't sweat it! You can.." she yawned unexpectedly. "Reepay him tomorrow or whenever we next meet him!"

All the pics she took of momo and uraraka buzzed in her memory, as she shook the drowsiness of her suddenly heavy head.

"It did surprise me that midoriya has such...an eccentric preference for womens outfits..i never found him staring at my hero outfit, or urarakas, so how did you know, jirou?" Momo asked.

She didn't, she just really liked seeing them expose themselves to deku. Her inside voice whispering yes during the whole thing.

"Uhhhh... I got to learn a lot about deku during the whole hide and seek thing, plus his notes give a lot of clues!" Jirou lied, hoping midoriya wouldn't mind being thought of as a pervert.

"I-i don't mind wearing a more exposive outfit, especially if it will turn his head!" Uraraka replied, a blushing emoji.

"I also don't mind, it's no different to my hero outfit, after all!" Momo's was a bit more serious but there was a slight blush. She could see the emojis get fuzzier as she blinked.

"Glad we got this out of the way then! Oh and here are the measurements, yaomomo! Have fun!" Jirou said, sending the measurements that fushi had written on the side of the box, 13 inches long with a 4 inch diameter.

The phone landed next to her, as she breathed out, and completely sunk into her bed's embrace, wrapping herself in the soft bed sheets, hugging Deku's dildo, his shaft squishing her face like a Teddy.

This sudden sleepiness struck jirou, her yawning was her final act of consciousness as she drifted into sleep, not noticing that her ear jack remained awake, slithering to her phone and opening deku's DM's.

One for all wasn't done with jirou, no. Even as she slept, all Jirou could dream was of Deku's strong arms embracing her, his delicate fingers tracing her stomachs, fondling her breasts as his fat cock submerged into her throat.

She didn't hesitate to let the dream play its course, as more and more dekus cooed and urged her on, some kissing her neck, others grinding her pussy, all loving her and solely, her.

Of course, in reality, she was going through a metamorphosis that was equivalent to a certain brainless monster, her body almost in a frenzy fever through the evening and night, although the soul in her body masked it with pleasure.

She watched jirou succumbing over and over to Deku, almost reminding her of more youthful days, when she didn't have to worry about her spine cracking or her jaw locking up...ah, the beauty of youth.

She grabbed jirou's shoulders, forcing the deku's to fade away into the dream, confusing the almost befuddled jirou who couldn't tell euphoric dreams from mundane dreams.

"Wake up, jirou. Don't want to miss your next session." The feminine voice bellowed, warm and with a hint of lust, it had no shape but she could vaguely see a very bulky silhouette, a white dot below what she thought was faint lips. "I did you a favor..thank me later!"

The darkness slowly swept away till her ceiling was visible, with exception of her bangs.

Jirou first noticed how bright her room was, as she left her curtain open and no one closed it, Meaning her parents probably hadn't returned yet.

She stretched herself on the bed, feeling sweat trickle down her back and body and into her already wet sheet. Her back popped when sitting up, feeling this heaviness on her chest, along with a buzzy itch across her nipples.

A hand moved to rub the nipple. She expected a sensitive prickle, only to feel her finger spear her tits like a pencil, the sudden shock made her jump. Realizing she couldn't see the rest of her lower body anymore.

Her breasts had suddenly grown twice their size, jiggling as she pulled the bed sheet off her body and stood up.

She wasn't dreaming, as her ear jack stabbed her in the neck. No, this wasn't a dream at all. Her waist hadn't grown any bigger but her hips were wider now, her breasts were now a short cry from mina's, although jirou's were a bit more perky, with her nipples getting long enough to grab fully with her finger tips.

A quick turn to her side revealed something else, her thighs weren't as thin as a stick, along with her ass that had become much more round and fat. She used her ear jacks to grope her breast and her thigh. She did a full loop for her breast and another for her thigh, both were two times as big as her waist.

"No way...no fucking way!" She excitedly looked for her phone, she had to tell deku about this, the girls too. Her phone was snatched from the floor, where she had kicked it in her sleep.

The lock screen quickly faded and instead of the homescreen, it directly opened up into deku's dms, his smiling face on the pfp. But what surprised her, Was the fact that her last sentence was yesterday, at 7pm.

Scrolling up made it even more confusing, they had talked..excessively for an hour!An hour!. And then she found out why. She had sent him the entire gallery of nude pics and slutty selfies of uraraka and momo.

She had made deku promise to fap to it, despite him shyly trying to not seem like a pervert, even if he didn't object. It was wild, she had asked him if he wanted her to wear the dildo to school or not.

Izuku never got to answer, as the very next message promised him that he'd have to fuck the dildo out of her, another picture sent. And she didn't remember taking it.

It was a sluttier picture, solely because she had her whole tongue out, licking on the shaft as she squished her boobs into it, covering it slightly with a sweaty bedsheet. Her eyes had this blank, dilated look, while her hair wrapped around her neck.

Jirou looked at her mirror from across the room. Her hair had gotten even longer, with her bangs overshadowing her brows while her side bangs completely hid her ears.

Izuku replied with a hastily made custom version of himself blushing adorably. It hurt that she couldn't remember saying this, even if it was alarming.

Jirou sat down, palms covering her face, feeling an itch in her throat. She really needed Deku's cock, or else she might end up dreamtexting herself into him dominating her pussy like an elephant on musk and there was no way she'd come back unbroken.

The dildo lay next to her wall, menacingly tucked into her bed, glistening in its manufactured glory.

Slapping herself on the cheeks. The musical hero hummed herself to calm down, using a special rhythm riff of a red hot chili pepper guitarist, she'll have to just wing it when she meets him in class.

Jirou checked the time, it was 5:30 am for her, just about two hours before she got to class. And those two hours were enough.

The first thing she did was enter the shower, making sure to scrub herself of the sweat, fondling beneath her breasts with 5 different soaps of sakura, honey, lavender and rose that she bought yesterday, yaomomo had a great recommendation.

20 minutes went by before she stepped out, smelling like a flower shop on steroids. She used two towels to dry her off, her ear jacks turning her shopping bags upside down and spilling all the contents she bought.

A couple bras, a set of underwear, some lace lingerie uraraka had suggested, along with skirts, shorts. Crop tops and oversized shirts that now fit her well.

She didn't grab any bikinis but she picked a black panty, which had lace covered holes for quickies. Wearing them felt weird as she felt the strings of the underwear pushing on her hips, along with the softness of the underwear between her ass.

Next was the worst part, her class uniform.

She pulled her freshest one out of the wardrobe, along with her spare waistcoats and skirts.

With a prayer, she attempted to first put on her white shirt, almost losing her balance as her arm went through the right sleeve. Her breasts swinging wildly to her left. She then slipped her arm down the remaining sleeve,

They fit perfectly, albeit tightly, so did the rest of her body not go as drastic of a change in these areas?

The problem became apparent. She had pulled the shirt as far as it would go, as close as she could possibly pull them, except her newly endowed breasts stopped the shirt from barely making it past her nipples.

However, she could easily button her shirt below her stomach and hips, feeling a sharp fold form at her armpit as the button right below her breasts strained, propping her tits up further, a strange sensation to say the least.

Her earjacks quickly whipped against each other, sharpening the ends as jirou grabbed her waist coat. Her ear jack fell upon the tightly held cloth, Cutting it with no mistakes as the

other started slicing off the button area and holes of her white shirt.

Strips of fabric fell around her now dry feet, her earjacks swifty moving as one, co-ordinating faster and better than usual. Jirour lay the top of the waist coat on her collarbone. Two quick zigzags and her earjacks had stitched her shirt collar with the waistcoats.

They quickly followed suit with the rest of the two cloths, stitching downwards and connecting seams as Jirou held them close, feeling the fabric almost perfectly fit her supple breasts like a pocket, making sure that the stitches didn't leave her with a tent.

That's where she cut the fabric, leaving a slight slit revealing some underboob, as the lower half of her body had been separated, so that the buttons would have less stress. She made sure the waist coat and shirt stuck to her body firmly, leaving no room for flab or air.

Her hair was a bit tricky, as they had gotten long enough to reach her ass, so some had gotten caught in the shirt. She pulled them out but not without pain staking her shoulders behind her back, her breasts widening the shirt.

Her jacket surprisingly didn't need a change, most of the girls in her class were thick enough that they issued stuff 2 sizes bigger than momo, hiding her nipples quite well.

Jirou turned her attention to her skirt. Which fit well on her waist, remaining unchanged and seemed to almost compliment her new physique.

She quickly shook her hips, watching the skirt sway, revealing more of her thighs and underwear, guess running wasn't an option anymore.

"Psst..."

A sharp voice whispered into her ear.

"Forgetting something?"

The goosebumps forming on her shoulder put Jirou at unease, glancing at her bed to look at the tucked dildo, the one she had yet to try on.

"Stop procrastinating, jirou dear... you just invited 2 of your biggest rivals into deku's little pedestal.." the voice whispered as jirou stooped to pick up the dildo, feeling her chest weigh her down..

"Will you let them take deku away?" It instigated, not warm and fuzzy like the dream silhouette.

But she felt it true, she promised deku, and heros don't break promises, so she sat down on the floor, quickly licking all over the thick girthy shaft, spitting over and over as her tongue dried out, until all she was left with was a sloppy mess of a dildo, shining brighter than all mights smile.

Jirou turned around, having propped the dildo right at the edge of her bed. She could feel the head right behind her, almost mockingly cushioned between her plump ass.

Both of her jacks wrapped around the dildo. Making sure it didn't fall or miss, as she grabbed her skirt, to slide the string of her panties away. Her soft ass could feel the hard tip pushing deeper into her ass.

"Ahh~...deku..." jirou moaned, feeling the dildo stretch her asshole, the spit keeping the dildo from burning her up and sinking slowly deeper inside.

"Haa...haa~...urk..aaaahh~.."

Vision became fuzzy as she bit her palm, the intensity and pain had tears swell, her spine popping as muscle was pushed, her ass cheeks separating.

Her thighs found comfort in the wet yet ultimately soft edge of the bed, her breathing similar to an exhausted olympics runner. A bubble of her snot popped as she felt the base of the dildo finally, feeling it plug her tight.

Nails ripped into her knees and her bitten tongue almost bleeding as jirou breathed in and out, wiping her tears on her pillows as she let the dildo rest inside her body to get used to it. It must have been at least 12 centimeters in diameter!

She fell back on her bed, the string of her pantys quickly tightening, her hips now keeping her pantys from dropping the dildo, as she rubbed all the tears and wet fluid from her thighs.

The sense of pain didn't fade but jirou didn't dare to stand. She could feel the dildos bulging veins stimulating her with every little move. Nevertheless, the purplenette found herself leaning on the wall, making her way to her wardrobe.

She could feel the strings bite her hips, the shaft wasn't slim but the head was the only thing keeping it in place inside her. But she could feel it push out just a little and that wouldn't do..

She grabbed two more black underwear, spraying them with perfume and fragrances till her fingers started buzzing in pain. She wore them, making sure to scuttle over to her mirror for one final look.

Standing just as short, Jirou looked no different, other than wearing the uniform and her thighs being bigger. She turned sideways, seeing how her breasts and ass stuck out more than usual, especially the curve of her skirt on her ass, might as well be hiding a bowling ball.

Thankfully the skirt would cover her even if she was taking the stairs or the wind was strong.

Jirou breathed in and breathed out, composing herself and failing miserably as she trudged along her room to the door, grabbing her bags. She was going to have to make the most of it in the short time she had left.

Chapter End Notes

Ch 4: Huge development and jirou draws near for her bucket list

The journey to UA was a lot easier than she thought and by a lot easier she missed her original goal of reaching the 6: 10 am train because of her wardrobe issue and trying to walk with a 13 inch cock rammed up her ass, she was lucky to even stand up straight.

She shimmied her way forwards from her house at first, face red and huffing while she masked the small moans she made. She had almost cum 6 times on the walk to the station, every stride edged her as she felt the immense girth of deku's cock inside her ass.

Her grey coat had a small dark spot forming below her sleeve, where she kept the wet wad of napkins and tissues, thankfully when she did arrive to the train station, she was able to hobble over to the final cabin of the train, with no one inside, a lucky break.

Sitting down however was a mistake, as she felt the dildos base lay flat on the seat, vibrating in tune with the train's rumble. She held her bag close to her chest, gripping it tightly as the dildo bussed harder than a Nascar engine.

she purred into her bag, saliva riddling both the strap and the seat, her face steaming red as sweat trickled down her back, collecting below the folds of her shirt.

"Such a scene... do you have an exhibitionist kink?" A thought rolled into her head.

Jirou's ear jacks quickly pulled out a spare set of napkins and tidied her up, using cologne to hide the smell. Her ass felt numb and her legs wobbled, while the train got ever so closer to the UA trainstop, leaving no room for poor kyouka.

"Almo-st there, jirou!" She said to herself, as the doors slid open and she hopped off the train.

Small steps were taken, avoiding eye contact as people passed her by, no one even glancing at her, people sidestepping around her as she fidgeted her bag in front of her, which kept most of her suspiciously shiny thighs out of view from the front.

Her breast and ass didn't help either, her tits would jiggle wildly if she stepped too hard and her sensitive nipples would rub against the soft coat, sometimes feeling her white shirt fold on the nipple, making her eyes flutter, thinking about deku's soft hands squeezing them.

She stopped right outside the gates. She couldn't walk any further. The strings of her panties stretched beneath her skirt, the dildo had come loose and any step forward wouldn't end well for her.

"Jirou? Jirou!" A concerned voice beckoned, as she felt a hand wrap around her arm, something soft and bouncy against her shoulder.

"Momo!" Jirou exclaimed, as the raven haired girl quickly used her tall body to hide the shorter girl. 'Wh-what are you doing here!"

"Oh!i- me and uraraka well...we kinda...want custom..deku..more details so..." momo blushed, her usually fierce gaze averted like a shy fan at a signing. "-and i- need more details to make it perfect!"

The raven haired girl squeaked lighter than any mouse jirou had ever heard. An angel...and jirou would love to break her halo first before she broke the rest of her class.

"Huh... is she really a yaoyorozu? Such a sweet girl..." jirou thought, confused.

"But what are you doing here! And why are you-" momo was interrupted by a light tap of jirou's earjack, which pointed an arrow towards jirous butt, lifting the skirt to reveal her secret.

"Can you...tape.." jirou asked, the two girls walking inside the gate as a shocked and impressed momo slapped jirou's ass with something sticky.

"Heylp!" Jirou jumped, only for momo to brush it off and lug her towards class. They got weird stares but none of them kept their eyes on jirou, being mesmerized by momo's antics and noises.

"Ji-jirou, when did you get so...heavy, the dildo can't be that heavy! I cant believe you showed up to class with it!..bold but so stupid!"

"He-hey! It's a late bloomer thing! Be-besides, it's only 13 inches."

The two girls reached the floor where the homeroom was, only for jirou to stop momo as she began to walk, seeing uraraka's wide hips jutting from the edge of their class.

"Let's keep this between ourselves. Yaomomo! Uraraka doesn't need to know about this yet." Jirou pleased, holding her hands together.

Momo's eyebrow raised itself, curiously asked "Why?"

Jirou's response was to gesture for the mature girl to lean towards her, so she did, as Jirou stepped next to her, their breasts softly pushing against each others.

"If you promise not to.." jirou leaned in close, her lips floating right next to momo's. "I'll get you a bottle of deku's.. thick~ ..creamy~ ..cum.. just for you.." she popped her tongue, as the tall girl straightened her back.

She vividly remembered the mall trip, blushing only for a moment before regaining her composure, swiping her spiky strand aside with a blank, content face.

"So..you won't..tell her?" Jirou asked.

"About what? You sprained your ankle..clearly." Momo replied, helping the purple girl to class, a smile on both of their lips. One of perverted curiosity and the other of a degenerate dominion.

"My my... such greed for such a charitable boy.." jirou picked her ear, feeling like someone was whispering inside her ears.

"Oh! Hey jirou, yaomomo!" The brunette noticed their footsteps, giving them a quick greeting. She had bags under her eyes. Same as jirou but she was also noticeably different.

It was her pantyhose. Instead of a pure black, they were a dark purple. With a clear shine and not as much thickness. Uraraka was wearing lingerie beneath her uniform!

"You okay, miss kyouka?" A dead voice asked, emanating from the teachers desk, a yellow worm lay facing down.

"Y-yeah! Just tripped on the way up!" Jirou replied, as momo wiped the board of the previous day's lecture notes, uraraka helping as the two of them discussed in hushed, energetic whispers.

She leaned over her desk, carefully and slowly placing her ass on the chair, wincing as the dildo pushed deeper, her cheeks were half on the chair and half hanging at the edge of the chair while her thighs felt the edge of the chair dig in.

How did uraraka and froppy deal with this? Or maybe that's just because her thighs grew in size overnight. Not to mention her ass having the length of a sniper rifle but with the space of a rocket launcher, what else changed in her body? She'll have deku...check it out.

Time passed, with Jirou constantly adjusting her pose, lifting her ass up and down on the dildo as the clock ticked by, making sure her skirt hid the majority of her actions and muffling the light plops of wet sweat between her dummy thicc cheeks.

She found herself messaging Deku, as the footsteps of Bakugou and his entourage started sounding in the hallway. He could swear but he's a bigger nerd. Keeping good records whenever possible.

"Hey~ guess who kept their bet! Miss a sneak peak if you're too late~". She teased, refraining from posting a pic because she didn't want deku to pop a boner in the hallway.

"Good morning jirou! I took a trip to the support workshop, no success. Omw!" He replied, as jirou messaged with an emoji.

It was her pouting, arms folded.

"Oh! Was there something more important than our bet and promise in the workshop?"

"It's Just for my hero costume! It feels c-cramped..y know, so i thought I'd get some modifications but it's not because of the reasons you think-"

"Alright alright, I was just pulling your leg, deku~ you're too anxious! Once class is over, I can solve that for you~" she posted an emoji of herself, doing the peace sign with a finger shoved in.

Jirou could see izuku typing, sadly her convo was cut short by a disturbance in the corner of her eye, a pinkish blur that threw her bag onto a chair, skidding right next to jirou.

"Ooohhh, what'sssss this!" She leaned close with an eye closed, almost scanning before she put index fingers on the edge of jirous lips, making her realize she had been smiling throughout the convo.

"Heh!?" Jirou lightly slapped the young girl away, jerking back just to erk forward as the dildo bended inside her.

"Who's the lucky sweetiepie?! I saw iida outside with froppy and koda, the bakugang been here with us and we're only missing mineta and izuku!" The alien girl smiled wider, fangs revealed like a love sick predator of eros and aphrodite.

"Sooo~ DE-AJAIAIAI" an earjack quickly pierced into mina's throat, vibrating it along the symphony of moonlight sonata. As the poor girl tested out her new high pitched reverb.

She cried in piano, pleading on her knees before being dragged to her desk by denki and sero, jirou gave a pleading look of guilt. She already had 2 girls to keep in check, a fourth was a little over her control.

"Poor little alien girl, the world hates those who seek the truth. " Jirou shook her head, cringing at her own brain. Today was a weird day.

She then felt it, that tremble in the air, it was deku, who had just speed walked into class as a blur, mimicking iida's posture.

But she noticed him lean hard on his right leg. A leg that seemed to be a bit wider than his left as he hobbled into his desk, locking eyes with jirou, just enough time for her to wink as he sat on his chair.

Her left ear jack shook, aiming at deku ever so slightly. Feeling the air vibrate as his dick trembled and quivered, Deku flexing his arms to distract himself, failing.

Jirou scratched her left ear, her new body had upgraded her quirk to feel vibrations stronger now, her earjacks had grown a bit longer, along with her purple hair.

No one seemed to notice her hairdo, especially how much thicker and longer her hair was. She could feel strands fall on her hips and ass, curving on her shoulders.

Aizawa stood up, still in his banana worm suit, smacking his head on the board to gain attention.

"Alright, listen up! I'm sure you lot have heard about the new rise of sultry villains, like the blood fetish monster who sucks the blood out of cocks-" he was interrupted by a loud and crackly wheeze from kaminari, the toneshift making the class chuckle as he frustratedly yelled at them.

"Hey!HEY! Goddamn kids and their fucked up sense of humour- LISTEN UP! Take the assignment midnight gave you seriously, it's not just for popularity that we're having you design suits, villains are using charisma and appeal to win over the public." He calmed down, letting the sleeping bag fall to the ground as he stretched his free hand.

"And the public is easily swayed, especially since all might has been less active in the hero community. You're all going to be there when he retires and the crumbling weight of the world falls on your ass." Aizawa picked up his sleeping bag.

"We aren't asking for a singular atlas..." jirou could watch his gaze fall on izuku, who only gave a more serious expression before staring down at his hand.

"Now, wear your tracksuits, midnight wants us to take your measurements regularly, since there's been a case of more severe development of quirks." He added, opening the door. "She'll be waiting at the staircase to take you to the staff rooms."

Iida raised his hand.

"Yes.. iida?"

"Why not ask recovery girl for our measurements?"

"She doesn't want to get sued by the CPS, she just had her insurance all filed out, planning on retiring once all mights retirement rolls out."

"Understandable, thank you for explaining!" Iida quickly shot up, becoming an automaton traffic guide as he kicked all the boys into a sitting line. Bakugo was first off his seat, competing with Todoroki while the rest of the boys, Deku, was in the middle, his eyebrows furrowed.

Jirou frowned, aizawas words must be heavier on deku. She'd have to be a little more intimate today, just to take his mind off things.

Jirou stood up as momo started collecting the girls, making sure the dildo didn't stick to the seat with her earjacks, which were about as strong as her hands now.

The purple nette found herself between tsuyu and toru, the latter was busy trying to translate mina, who was still speaking sonata but she could make out words now.

"Kero... you're really bold, jirou.." Tsuyu whispered, a finger held to her lips as void eyes stared back at a terrified jirou, who self consciously pulled her skirt further below her.

"Oh, it's not peeking from your skirt, I do it too, so it's really easy to tell who is. Of course, I walk weird in general, so no one notices." Tsuyu continued the conversation, unfazed and matter of factly, not caring about Jirou's red face. "Also you're really sweaty, under all the cologne, kero, it burns my tongue."

"S-sorry. Tsuyu." Jirou whispered, feeling the cold gaze of the amphibian girl on the back of her head.

"Don't be, kero. You smelled weird since the hide n seek." The group reached the female changing room, being the last 2 left outside.

"You smell like Midoriya, kero" Tsu stated, as the two girls stood outside the door, with Asui pulling a strand of jirous long hair out from her skirt.

Tsuyu was the shortest girl in class but she was stacked in her thighs, ass and breasts equally, albeit her thighs were quite muscular. She was blunt, focused but talkative and not afraid to speak her mind.

"Is that...something of interest to you?" Jirou asked.

"Not really, just curious.. you're hairs pretty long, these days.. growth spurts sure are fun." Asui's monotone voice gave nothing away, as she turned the doorknob open, letting jirou walk in first.

She did have some lengthy hair, she could even tie her hair up similair to froppy, give or take another night.

"Haaah!" Jirou felt a wall jump at her, falling directly into Asui's arms, her head resting on the soft, pillowy breasts.

"Sorry sorry!" The air cried, a floating pink panty rose from the ground. "My bad!" The invisible girl said, picking up her fallen skirt and socks. Did she hear anything?!

Jirou shook her head, standing up as Froppy moved onto her locker, already removing her tie.

Jirou followed suit. Luckily hers was next to momo's, who was unbuttoning her shirt, along with the rest of the girls. It seems toru was just a lot faster at stripping.

Jirou started taking off her jacket, hoping no one was gonna ask why her shirt seemed to be so different, thankfully she could hide behind momo's curvaceously large body.

She hung the jacket on the knob, unbuttoning the shirt, feeling her breasts fall out of the waistcoat as the shirt was pulled from her skirt. Her sensitive nipples hanged freely.

Suddenly, something silky touched the side of jirou's left breast, making her look over to momo, her faint blush returning like a wildfire.

All the girls had removed their bras, letting their breasts hang, momo's and uraraka's huge tits, no matter how many times she saw, were like an oasis in a desert but she found herself glancing at minas D cup tits, that had a bright pink areola along with a sag that made them seem heavy.

Mina's body was a lot more toned, her breasts jiggling as she swayed from hip to hip, unclipping her skirt to reveal black shiny spats to cover her ass, she could tell there weren't any panties beneath, judging by the shape of her pussy behind the spats.

Froppy took her interest, as she had turned her back in jirous general direction. Her long hair, which usually hid her shoulders and ass had been moved to the side, revealing her bubble perfect ass and muscular thighs, she turned around to reveal the absolute perfect curve of her waist, since she was always on her tiptoes.

The amphibian girl's tongues licked her nipple, adding a shine to her D cup tits. Especially due to how dark her massive areola was, she locked eyes with asui, who gave a wink, without expressing any emotion.

Jirou was terrified but that made her horny enough to bite her lips. She could only fantasize about how tsuyu would act while getting hit on or getting her pussy ravaged by deku's cock. Would she be monotone or would she croak hard?

"All these girls are gifted in their own way and it's quite easy to hardwire kinks, just need to be smart about it."

Jirou's bubble was popped by seeing a set of tracksuits floating near the doorway, completely on their own. It was tooru.

Jirou couldn't help but be awed by toorus speedy change, maybe she doesn't like being invisible or maybe she's got tons of practice?

"Hey, jirou... do you think... they measure the boys...below.. the belt?" Uraraka asked, pulling her trackpants up.

"..the-they do-" jirou said truthfully. " I've heard kirishima and denki try to coax bakugou and todoroki to spill their sizes."

"Momo, can-can you lend me one of your's?" Jirou asked the well endowed yaomomo, who had left her bra behind on the locker, while putting on her tracksuit.

"Oh! I'm sorry jirou! But they never revealed the chemical index for the tracksuit b-but it should stretch to your..new physique." The raven-haired girl encouraged.

Jirou put the tracksuit on, making sure to wear the pants first and behind her skirt. She found herself stuck and almost cutting her ass with the pants, which usually were a perfect fit.

Wearing the top wasn't too difficult, she was able to squeeze her breasts together, where uraraka helped out by zipping them.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it!" The plump girl said, fist bumping jirous arm.

The girls all headed out and towards the stairs, just in time as the boys also spilled out from their changing room as well, iida proudly leading charge.

The two groups stopped at the stairway. Where midnight was not present at all. Not to mention, jirou couldn't even hear other classes or any other voices.

She clicked her earjack across the floor, feeling the air vibrate far and wide. Bugs, ants, tissues and some thrown squished plastic on the floor. She could hear voices from the very ends of the school.

Did all the classes have their own measuring? She always thought the school had a limited staff... but maybe principal nezu ran a tight ship after all.

Jirou pointed her finger across the stairway, her earjack quickly but silently hitting the tip of her nail, sending a vibration towards and above the stairways, the soft fall of heels on marble didn't escape her, midnight was deliberately taking her time making an entrance.

She folded her hands, raising an eyebrow as miss midnight hopped into view, sliding on the railing, wearing an all white see through bodysuit, with a red cross censoring her nipples and panties. You could see a small nurse hat fighting for it's life as she landed on the floor, posing like a hooker in a gta game.

"Andddd she lands! How are we doing today, my beautiful diamonds!~" she said, earning silence as mineta bled to death, it's not his fault this time.

"Doing well! Miss!" Momo and Iida replied. Begrudgingly.

"That's. What. I. Like to hearr~" She sounded drunk. "Now. Follow me~ and we'll get you all snug and tight into your new outfits! As well as your tracksuits and uniforms getting just a bit more touched up!"

"Even our uniforms?"

"Whos designing it? Miss midnight?"

"Kero, please don't make the sleeves shorter, it gets cold."

Midnight didn't listen, as she gestured to the class to move up with her, 2 flights up the stairs with her ass clapping for all to see. Most of the class looked away while jirou and mineta carved the image of a sultry adult into their minds eye.

The teachers staff floor was full of students all running amok or just hanging out. But jirou did notice something, all the girls from the classes weren't wearing bra's while all the boys seemingly weren't wearing any underwear.

Her new upgrades had removed her usual ability to hear everything around her but she could now hear the throb of cocks crystal clear. She just needs to spin her jack to gain the ability back...maybe.

Of course, out of all the throbs, one remained silencing the rest. Throb...throb...throb...

Izuku had finally reached the floor. His pants having a huge stress line on his right leg. As fabric stretched to fit his massive cock. Jirou could feel her heartbeat elevate. Her own blood vessels in her ass tremored the dildo to vibrate inside her.

She shimmied over to deku, using her earjacks to swipe all the strands of loose hair and tie them up in a bun behind her head.

"Hey~" jirou moved closer, leaning on his body, her lips making contact with izuku's cheek for half a second, making sure no one caught a glimpse.

"Ji-jiro-, wh-yed you do that!" Midoriya whispered, his whole hand gripping his cock as it shook his thigh, with glorious might.

"I love power couples. Not something i ever got to have, because the only boys here were dunces and then aizawa, mic and.. " midnights eyes drooped, almost melancholic before her gaze cleared.

"Well, i know you too quite like each other~ little doves, had my ear to the ground since i made that little assignment-"

"It was mina wasn't it"

Midnight deadass said, with zero change in her cheery nature." Yes she has a group dedicated to every little couple and I gleefully enjoy the drama around them." She clapped her hands, facing midoriya.

"Figures... am i winning the deku couple tierlist?" Jirou asked genuinely.

"A no nonsense woman with just the right amount of sillyness, good contrast for you, deku."

Deku just nodded shyfully, as midnight stood up, holding the tape tightly, while catwalking between the two, the jiggle of her 'assets' didn't go unnoticed, between jirou taking a long look at her caked up booty to deku's introverted glances at her side.

A loud crack roared through the entire room, as Jirou jumped, a horrible decision as she felt the dildo slip between her cheeks, only to rocket right up her ass, a high pitched squeak that made midnight smirk.

She grabbed Deku by the shoulder, spinning him around to face Jirou, forcing him to lean close enough to her face to the point their breaths fell on each other.

She smelled fried rice and some katsudon on his breath, as his emerald eyes stared fondly at her. They could calm a thunderstorm with a stare.

Hands grabbed jirou by the head, spinning her till she was facing the glass, as deku's tall physique towered over her body. His chin lightly touching the stray hairs on Jirou's body, his thighs right behind hers, She felt goosebumps riddle her body.

"Heh!? Heh!?" Jirou mumbled, feeling Deku's hands on top of her own, catching a glimpse of the situation in the mirror.

Deku blushed over her, his mouth agape and eyes white as snow, while midnight stood behind him, her arms on top of his, while the tape wrapped their wrists and elbows. The reason deku slumped was because she had fully let her soft breasts hang on his back.

"Now, now~, midoriyaaa, don't get so tight-strung. As your teacher, it's only natural for me to guide your heroic efforts~" she gloated, her lips unnecessarily close to deku's ears, which jirou found forming a pit in her chest.

The tape wrapped around her waist tightly, as deku was puppeted into measuring jirou's body, even if midnight controlled his fingers, jirou could feel his smooth hands tracing her body, an electric feeling as his finger tips sparking, tickling through the tracksuit, as if it wasn't there at all.

"D-de-Ah~" the tape quickly moved up, dekus fingers groping her breasts as the tape slid over her nipples, below her armpits as it tightened near her chest. Her knees wobbled, using deku's pelvis as support, her thigh vibrating with deku's cock, which in turn vibrated the dildo.

She felt arms raise, holding on to dekus shoulders as the tape slid across her body, feeling herself falling, dekus strong forearms holding onto her waists, tightly clutching her thigh as the tape measured her pelvis, forming a crease and the slight bump of her pussy on the tracksuit.

"How romantic~ remember this one, midoriya." Midnight libbed, as she measured jirous thighs and calves.

"Have you grown more? Certainly more meat to fondle" she moved, unwrapping deku, sending him into the sofa, followed by jirou, crashing into his lap full force.

Jirou felt the tape wrap around her arms, midnights silky hands on top of hers.

"Now! This is where my experience get's more useful~" midnights guided jirous hands towards midoriya's pants, which she held, only for her to get flipped, facing the floor as she felt the tape wrap around her waist, pulling her ass up towards deku.

"Huah!mi-miss midnight!?" She stammered. Feeling her ass jiggle infront of Deku, blushing red towards midnight's heel, and dekus thighs.

The smell of dekus cock was undeniable, it hadn't gotten a proper cleaning for the last 2 days, the stench of his girth had saliva dripping from the corner of her mouths.

She felt her hands pushed against Deku's rock hard abs, letting her face touch against his shaft, the throb shaking her head as her ass pushed against dekus face.

She felt the air shift, her breasts that had weighed up her neck suddenly swinging right before she found herself free and on the floor, staring up at deku, who had midnights breasts smothering him as she held a phone to her ear.

"Where? The door?! Really him- are you sure?! That's..." she closed the phone, her dead serious expression fading under a mask of makeup.

"Sorry dear~ guess a little milf experience is still too much for you! Stay right here you too, we gotta handle a little pest!" She blew a kiss on Deku's face, her silver lipstick crystal clear on his red beetroot face, as he drifted off into unconsciousness, his cock throbbing hard, enough to shake the leg itself on the sofa, stretching the tracksuit.

Midnight left, closing the door behind her m as jirou quickly grabbed midoriya's neck, her eyes widening at the lipstick mark, biting her lips.

She kissed him, slipping her tongue into his, which brought the glimmering green of his eyes back.

"Hmp!?hmmp!....hmmm...hmmm.." deku didn't take another second to accept her resuscitation, letting jirou climb on him, grabbing onto her ass just to let her tower over him.

"Drop-drop your pants...your cocks so filthy it's practically beggin-" she kissed him again, biting softly on his lower lip.

"Imnn shorry, koudnt breed.." he applied an excuse, which fussy jirou didn't let slide.

Jirou pouted, trying to choke deku's neck with her string arms, followed by her stronger ear jacks. "Hmph! You sure were enjoying not breathing... make up for it! Pul-ull out the dildo... I've exerted too much effort just for you. So i get to b-"

She felt the cold air on her ass, izuku's fingers pushing into her thicc butt, pulling her pants down, grabbing the dildo with a single hand.

"Aah~" she moaned, as deku slowly pulled the dildo out, spilling the excess juice out of jirou, who gasped, clutching tightly on deku, she felt a bubble pop, the wet tip of the dildo rest against her ass, softly dripping on her Tracksuit. "Haaah~....haahh...meanie..."

"Thank you jirou...your really amazing, honestly, living upto the bold rules you made..." she felt his face brighten from the minutes prior, his small cheeky smile making jirous little jealous pit crack once more.

"Then pop quiz!" She started unzipping her tracksuit, letting her breasts fall out, exciting deku's dick, which throbbed like a car engine on nitrous. "Whats next on my...instructions~"

She was curious about what her sleepwalker instructed.

She felt deku's arms steam, feeling herself float, lightning sparking around her waist as deku's tracksuit pants ripped into nothing, the sofa was sent flying into the wall, a loud thump reverberating through the walls, jirou could feel every bit of cracked cement and pipes.

Like an echo location, she could feel the other side of the room, the table, the sex toys on the wall, the 15 fingers pressed against glass, with 2 sets of large breasts shaking on the glass.

A little spectacle? And judging by the height difference, it was Momo who's right hand was off the glass. That's alright, froppy wouldn't gossip and yaomomo's almost yearning to be a cumdump, jirou would make it so.

Jirou felt gravity weigh on her breasts and thighs once more, Deku's hands still holding her by her thighs, yet gently and light as a feather, placing her down on something cold and smooth.

The tarp had fallen to the floor as Jirou realized the water jug was her seat. The stench of days old cum burned her nose but she honestly liked it, the sensation between pain and tingle.

Her sight fell on her price, deku's dick stood up from its slumber. It shook in tempo with the blood running through it, it almost seemed to glow as she bent forward, her lips not singed but pleasantly warmed.

She smooched the tip of his dick,letting her saliva cool deku off. His neon eyes returned to a soft green, eyes fluttering in pleasure.

His cock tasted salty with sweat and grime, with built up pre-cum that she had neglected, almost furiously cleaning the head of deku's dick like a giant lollipop.

"Mmnhmm...nngng..." her spit slowly trickled down dekus thick, long cock, her hands stroking him softly and gently, feeling the heat dissipate in jirou's palms.

The purplenette made eye contact with deku, smiling as she cheekily swallowed the head of his dick, letting it feel around her cheek to edge deku while also boasting her more experienced blowjob expertise.

"JI-Jirou- i can't..nhnn hold it any longer.." deku quickly lifted jirou off the waterjug. Jirou found herself being held tightly by her waist, her legs resting on Deku's shoulders as his cock.

Jirou yelped, feeling her sweaty back stick to the water jugs surface, her legs leaning against izuku's shoulders, feeling the thickness of her upper thigh on her stomach.

Deku's behemoth of a cock rubbed between jirou's ass cheeks, getting precum all over it as jirou gratefully waited for deku to be ready.

"Thats makes...your first anal, doesn't it midoriya~." She said, watching the swirls of his eyes roll, while he muttered praises to the eldritch community.

"Only 4 days of work and you've progressed more than a gloryhole at a bar." The voice inside said. "But thats just 4 days of fucking around with deku... have you really found out Midoriya?"

The doubts in jirous mind distracted her, before she found her ass being thrusted into, by a steaming Rod, bulging veins imprinting inside her as it plunged into her.

She could feel deku's hips thrust over and over into her ass, her pussy squirting non stop, the pleasure of it having her roll her tongue out, saliva dripping down her neck.

clapping echoed around the entire chamber, the sound of Deku's heavy balls against both her ass and the Water jug, rhythms broke into chaos,her ass penetrated so deep she could feel her tailbone curve.

"De-dek~-Oh-Gaqwddd~ ah ah ah ah~" jirou moaned, feeling Deku confidently bend her closer to his chest, holding her in the air by the strength of just his wet throbbing totem pole of a dick.

The dildo didn't help besides making it easier for his dick to enter, other than that, she was just a mess of pleasure and hot pain as deku kept fucking her senseless, to the point she stopped having thoughts.

Deku's chest was riddled with jirou's cum, from the excitement as he used a hand to start playing with her clit, mercilessly using all his fingers to toy with her pussy, even if just one was enough.

"Jirou! You fell so-fuck! Tight~ and ~wet. Your squeaks and moans! Are adorable and they just-" izuku started speeding up, ravaging jirous asshole with plenty of hot precum, his throbbing shook jirou, sideways as she rode up and down his shaft.

Speechless, the musical girl focused on the noise her ass made as she got clapped, the bubbles of cum popping, strands of pre cum smacking against her cheeks.

The sweat of her body was twice of Deku's, strands of hair sticking on the corner of jirous lips while the rest stuck to her back and hips, she could feel her side bangs resting on her sensitive nipples, tickling them.

The two recipients on the other side of the glass door were just as shocked, momo had already formed prototypes of dekus cocks, miniature sized to plug her wet pussy.

Froppy stared emotionlessly, a pink tongue drooping below her breasts as her throat constantly drank the saliva down. A silent kero repeating over and over as the two watched deku's cock get bigger and juicier with each thrust, white cum sheathing his dick.

They saw deku push jirou against the waterjug, angling himself back just to penetrate deeper into jirous ass, Hot cum bursting through as jirou moaned dekus name, her voice going through every pitch.

Froppy waited to confront the two, watching deku's balls jerk every second as they filled jirou to the brim.

And she waited for him to pull out, a minute later, as he lifted jirous ass over the mouth of the water jug, watching curiously counting the seconds.

"He-hes done..right?" Momo asked, watching jirou's body throbbing still, deku not pulling out untill another minute had passed, his dick still rock hard, not floppy like all the videos froppy had seen.

"It's...it's still hard!?" Momo exclaimed, paler than any ghost.

"Midoriya's... very hard working...gentle but rough with precision." Froppys arms were always folded near each other, so she raised a hand, finger pointed at her tongue. "It's not over..."

Momo's eyes widened, watching as all the hot sticky cum deku had pumped into her, start falling back into the waterjug, crystal clear white, as if the precum coated her insides just to preserve how pure the semen was.

The purplenette's face was covered in snot and tears, her ass steaming from the hard grinding, her perfect poster slowly slouched.

"Haha~...dekuuu...~" they could hear her moan, swiping the snot with her fore arm. "Jirou-" deku huffed. "You're awsome! That was amazing!"

"I'm not done..not until I've drained you dry.." jirou grabbed deku's cock once again, fondling his heavy balls. She slipped back onto his dick this time kissing deku. Forcing him to work harder just to thrust.

Momo turned away, fainting at how much stamina deku had but also that he had enough semen to put a 4 inch increase into a water jug.

Froppy stared, her slender hands groping her breasts as deku continued to cum inside jirou, his semen spilling onto the floor, like cake filling, thick and creamy.

An hour passed, the teachers didn't arrive nor did any of the students really do much other than loiter. Outside was just a barrage of new reporters and novice journalists trying to sneak in.

Deku had cum inside jirou 8 times within that span, his cock hadn't shrunk an inch. Matter of fact, his cock had somehow grown to a 16 inch whilst fucking jirou, who was filthy drenched in cum. The floor stayed relatively clean, as the cum was poured into the water jug, which was now halfway full.

Deku's balls had shrunk to the size of oranges, his dick more flexible and droopy, if that's what flaccid, jirou lay on the sofa, face first into the cushion, her ass up and towards deku.

All she ever muttered was Midoriya's name amid a frenzy of moans.

Froppy could smell the cum from this side of the room, her panties dripping wet as momo was still out from the shock.

She could only think back to the villain attack, how he devised a plan, breaking his own finger just to take out some villains.

He was so thorough and detailed, she could feel calm in his presence in a hail of gunfire.

Deku rested next to the tired jirou, who giddily smiled, licking all the cum with the grace of a cousine inspector at a 12 star hotel.

Froppy always knew about midoriya... she could smell his aroma, like a moth to a flame. Jirou was done after an hour of anal, she could barely hold her sanity at the carnal pleasure, froppys indecision on that day pained her..however..

She would get her chance but until then Jirou could entertain Deku all she wanted..

Froppy turned off the mirror, helping momo up and setting her on a couch, several miniature piece's of dekus cock fell from several places of momo's body.

The amphibian girl collected them all, her tongue slowly swirling around them all. Momo wouldn't certainly miss these? Right?

Jirou had fallen asleep, finding herself sitting in a chair, her ass tingling with pain. The shadows around her looked similar to her house but inverted.

A woman sat infront if her, her posture clean, her thighs huge and her abs chiseled, heavy breasts stretching a black tank top as a yellow cape wrapped around her neck.

The face reminded her too much of momo, so did the raven hair, except less spiky, a mole on her chin.

"Hello, kyouka.." "Who...are you?"

"Me? Well, you're fairy godmother of course! Who else but me to guide you through..the cummings of puberty.~"

"I don't believe you.."

The strange woman smiled. "Don't trust me..trust your heart..it yearns for pleasure...you lost consciousness multiple times...but kept it going, without dropping to the floor like an athlete after a 500 mile hurdle."

"Well..thank you.. god mother..." jirou swiped her bangs away, awkwardly. "Am i...changing? Again?...into you? Will i grow taller?"

"Heavens no! Can't just stretch your spine like that! No no, you'll have longer legs to accommodate but you will be as lean as you already were once it's done!" The woman clapped, answering vaguely.

"Then...deku.."

"Ah, the freckled one? Hes cleaning you right now actually, washed you and dried you with a towel." The strange woman smiled.

"Hah... and here i wanted to treat all the girls like throwaway buckets..he'd treat em with just as much love and respect as he does me."

"Yes.... But he treats others how they want, simply have the girls express themselves and it will all work out." the strange woman stood up, her towering frame matched by an ass big enough to make mt lady cry.

"I...is that..what you said to him? That i..liked being fucked silly?"

"Do you not?"

"...."

The woman clapped her hands, leaning down, her soft eyes locked onto jirous.

"You've taken a toll... kyouka...another round...and you'll split in two.. my grand-niece has a heart of innocence but she's waiting for her turn, don't keep her waiting ..." the tall, muscular woman smiled, her black eyes familiar yet strange.

The purplenette took a deep breath, picturing herself wakeup, looking at the yellow ceiling. Yellow ceiling?

The confused girl sat up, her head spinning as she noticed her surroundings, not to mention her change if clothes. The skirt was a bit tight and the shirt gave her a tent look.

"Ji-jirou! Your awake!" A cleaning midoriya stood near from her, with a mop and an apron, plastic bag on their feet as they swiped the mop on the floor.

"De-deku..did...did i pass out?" Jirou asked, smelling the scent of lemon on her body. "God...the was...amazing..."

"Are you feeling all right jirou? You kept rolling your eyes back..made me want to stop a couple times-" deku was interrupted.

"What? Are you kidding! It felt amazing, i came so many times in just that 20 minutes...my legs are shaky and i can't even feel them...how long was i gone?"

"We-well, half an hour but thankfully it hasn't been that long.. I've just about redone the entire place and the waterjugs hidden again. But I'm going to have to move it... it's too smelly now." Deku said, concern on his sweaty face.

"Oh? Where will you hide it?" Jirou asked, grabbing her thigh and placing it out of the sofa. She ended up tracing her supple thigh, feeling some silky fabric.

"Not sure, taking it back home isn't an option and i don't wanna keep this here, al-a lot of people must visit Mr toshinori..."

"I-i could keep it!" She exclaimed. "I mean, I've got tons of space and my parent's aren't home for a while so..."

"Are you s-sure, jirou? Id hate for it to be a burden.." "Of course not.. not when its a gift from you~"

Jirou could fulfill her promise to momo with a good supply of cum and she could have deku visit her house. Two birds, 1 guitar pick.

"Alright! Do you need me to help carry it with you? It's.. semen but anythings heavy when halfway full."

"Aw, don't worry, once I get some feeling in my legs, I'll just have momo give me a forklift." Jirou said, feeling static in her toes

"Say midoriya...what happened to miss midnight?"

"Oh..yeah... all the UA gate's turned to dust..." "Excuse me,WHAT."