My Steamy Story: Bakugou is he target of dekus new femini...

My Story Time:

Okay, first of all, let me just spill the tea, because this situation was high-key unhinged from the jump. So, Deku, my literal childhood rival, apparently unlocked some new quirk that was… a choice. No cap, I walked into the dorm common room and he was looking at me with those big, guilty eyes, and I just knew it was sus. He was like, “Kacchan, I’m so sorry, it was an accident!” and before I could even yeet a spark at him, this weird pink mist hit me.

And bestie, the glow up was real, but like, in the most terrifying way possible. First, my shoulders got slimmer, my voice went up an octave, and let’s just say my ass got its own gravitational pull. I was low-key shook, but also… intrigued? My old hero costume was fitting in a whole new way, and feeling the fabric tighten across my new chest was a whole mood. But then phase two hit, and sheesh. The curves got extra, my face softened, and I was staring in the mirror at a dead ringer for my own boujee-ass mother. I had her drip, her… everything. It was a big yikes, but also, the main character energy was immaculate.

Then the final stage kicked in, and oh my god. My clothes just… evaporated, leaving me in this tiny, sparkly stripper outfit that left exactly nothing to the imagination. I could feel every breeze on my bare skin, and the way the fabric hugged my new pussy was… a lot. I caught my reflection again and my own cunt was so plump and exposed, the clit just begging for attention. I was literally my mom, but like, a spicy version. My body felt so sensitive, so hungry. I slid a hand down, my fingers trembling, and when I touched my own slick folds, I gasped. It felt so wrong but so fucking good. I was finna lose it right there, just from my own touch, becoming the very thing I used to simp for. Period.