The thrum of One For All’s power didn’t just live in Deku’s muscles. It pulsed in his fucking dick, too. What started as a decent 14cm had, week by week, thickened and lengthened until it was a monster. By UA admission, it was a full 35cm of veined, heavy meat, constantly hard and demanding. His nights were a sweaty ritual of frantic jerking, his hand struggling to fist the entire shaft, precum soaking his sheets. He felt like a pervert, a freak.

That changed on the first field training day. The male locker room was humid with steam and testosterone. Deku hesitated, his bulge tenting his shorts obscenely. He’d been hiding it for days.

Then he saw the others.

Kirishima’s hardening cock was a blatant, rock-hard ridge threatening to rip through his briefs. Iida’s typically rigid posture did nothing to conceal a formidable, thick length straining against the fabric. And Bakugo—fucking *Shot*—his grey sweats were dark with a wet spot at the tip, the outline of a fat, angry head clearly visible. Every pair of underwear in the room looked ready to burst. Glancing down, Deku saw the same sticky pearl of pre-cum gleaming at his own slit, a shared secret.

A wild thought hit him: Was his 35cm… *average* here? In this class of future heroes, were 28cm considered *small*? The relief was electric, mixing with a fresh surge of lust. One For All hummed in his veins, and he felt his cock twitch,