She really didn't feel any different. A couple of days ago she had been given All Might's quirk and had smashed the entrance exam for U.A. University. For the past year and a half she had been training her butt off to be ready to use her quirk, and when push came to shove, she shoved hard! And kind of got knocked out saving some other girls from a big robot, but that's besides the point. She was back to normal now though.

Which was weird. She had expected One for All to change her or something, not just make her strong when she clenched her buttcheeks. But that could have just been her wanting to be tall, busty(er), and more beautiful like All Might was when she was in her heroic form. Actually, it probably was purely from that. Maybe it was a time based thing where she'd slowly end up looking like that.

Izumi smiled to herself as she looked out around her highschool class, more specifically Itsuka Kendo, Izumi's girlfriend. Much like Izumi herself, Itsuka had dreamed of becoming a hero. The primary difference was that Itsuka had a quirk. While Izumi wasn't technically quirkless - all women had quirks - she was currently labeled as Quirk: Unknown. Which made things ever so slightly difficult at times.

Or at least she was. But now with All Might's quirk, she wasn't unknown anymore! She couldn't wait to show off to Itsuka! Especially since once they were both accepted into U.A. they were going to request to be roommates! Izumi could barely contain her giddiness, it was so hard not telling Itsuka what was happening, but somehow their relationship was stronger than ever!

A long sigh started - caused by memories of kissing Itsuka - but was turned into a sharp gasp when Izumi felt it. Her entire being went from feeling normal to feeling like it was on fire. Like that time she had used One for All for the first time. Only instead of it just being her arms and legs, it was everything. From her toes to the tips of her ears nothing was spared from this onslaught of buzzing energy. Especially not her crotch. That part felt like it was on fire.

This energy brought with it something, something more. Something much more dangerous. It was like a thousand kisses all over her entire body, as she felt more aroused now than she had ever been, including that time that Itsuka had pulled her into the locker room and they just started making out. That was the first time Izumi had kissed a girl and she really liked it. Though, with roughly four women to every man it was only natural.

Izumi felt hot, very very hot. Like her body was burning. Everything started to feel tight, tense, and just, so in tune. And, and, and, something more?

"Bathroom!" Izumi shot out of her seat knocking it over as she bolted for the door and made a B-line for the nearest bathroom. She darted past a couple of other students on her way and then finally found refuge in the cool silent stalls of the bathroom.

She paused looking at herself in the mirror. When she had felt tight, she didn't quite think that she was that tight. Nowhere near. The buttons on her blouse from top to bottom were strained, and there were splits in her tights. But more importantly, there was some other tightness deep in her crotch.

Izumi gasped, catching herself on the cool counter top as she felt her entire body pulse with energy once again, a button flew, her bra screaming against her back as she continued to pulse. Each one sending a shiver of delight down her spine and brought out a moan that sounded nearly feral to her. Anytime she thought that had reached a new peak of horniness her body pulsed again.

She ripped her blouse open, revealing her now far too small bra. Minutes ago she had been a modest C cup that was painfully close to a B cup, but now, her breasts were nearly double in size and straining against her bra. Never before had Izumi been so grateful for having a bra that clasped in the front as she reach out and brought herself some sweet relief. Not just their size, but their shape had changed too.

Her breasts had gone from passable to something far beyond that. They were fuller now, before they had been kinda floppy and a little bit weird looking - then again she and Itsuka had been looking at women that perfect breast quirks - but now they had some serious shape. And they were throbbing.

With an eye roll Izumi brought her hand up to touch her breast. The whole thing was an erogenous zone and a half, her hips thrusted as she felt her stance widen, she was vaguely aware of her legs shredding her tights, of the tightness of her skirt, the way everything just felt so constricted. Especially down there.

Izumi stumbled backwards, the cool wall felt good against her burning skin as she let out a moan. She pulsed again, her breasts increasing in size again, rounding out, they were easily bigger than the biggest girl at schools now, maybe even bigger than nurse Prinz's and just as nice looking. Her muscles were on fire. Every movement felt like it was tearing some now part of her clothes and her shoes were squeezing her tight.

When she moved to take off her shoes - in a brief moment of clarity that was the first time she saw it. That thing that had been growing. Hidden beneath her skirt it moved when she moved, the fabric of her skirt grazing it's length as she was made oh so very aware of what was down there. Screw the shoes she could deal with those later. She needed to see it.

Fumbling with her skirt, she unbuttoned it, and pulled it down, hearing it tear as she tried to slide it down her now much wider hips. Her entire body was on fire now. And the cause. Was staring back at her. She had never seen one in person. At least, not a real one. It was hot, pink, drooling just a bit, and staring at her. It pulsed as though to growl at her. Were they supposed to be so large? So thick? So, hard? How had she not noticed this sooner?

Her new, somehow beautiful dick stared at her demanding to be touched.

She had heard of some women that had one, either born or as a quirk, but the idea of her ever touching one, let alone having one never occurred to Izumi. Was all this because of it? Was this what men felt like all the time? So horny that they could chase down a moose and beat it to death?

The door to the bathroom slammed open and a concerned looking Itsuka came running in. "Izumi what's wrong why did you-" Itsuka's jaw dropped. Her eyes darted all over Izumi before pausing onto her dick. "Holy shit," Itsuka brought a hand to head and ran it through her long red hair. "You have a dick."

Izumi swallowed and nodded slowly. "Yeah, I-

"That's the hottest thing I've ever seen." Itsuka licked her lips and walked forward, the lust in her eyes was almost more than what Izumi was feeling right now. Itsuka had always been somewhat dominant in their relationship, sure Izumi had moments where she took the lead and guided their relationship, but it was most often Itsuka that initiated anything.

Why should this be any different?

"You're taller too." Itsuka's voice was low, barely a whisper as Izumi's now shorter girlfriend leaned in to kiss her. It didn't stop at a kiss, Itsuka took control, one hand going to Izumi's breasts the girls rough fingers felt so good on Izumi's sensitive breasts. She moaned and felt another pulse. Itsuka stopped kissing for a second to look at Izumi's breasts again. "Did your tits just grow?"

Izumi nodded, head still spinning from the kiss. "Yeah, I-"

"That's so fucking hot."

Izumi felt her dick twitch at Itsuka's hot breath. Before she could even get her head around what was going on Itsuka's hand grew huge, easily large enough to pick Izumi up and then her girlfriend pulled her into the nearest stall locking it shut behind them. "Itsuka, what are you-"

Stripping, Itsuka was stripping, Her shirt was being unbuttoned with a speed that astounded Izumi. And it was such a pleasant sight too. Itsuka had been busty since the day Izumi met her, and those wonderful breasts that were so often mushed into a sports bra were just so perky and full that Izumi often wondered why Itsuka didn't show them off more. They were a D-cup and just delightful.

Yes, Izumi was a tit obsessed lesbian.

"Seeing you like that has me horny as hell," Itsuka said firmly, already taking off her skirt and pushing her panties to the side. "And there's no way you're going to get back to class with your dick like that. Even if we can find clothes that fit you. So for now."

Izumi held her breath waiting for that half second before Itsuka said those magical words that she had been waiting her whole life to hear - she just hadn't realized it until now -

"I'm going to fuck you until you're satisfied."

Her entire bottom half tingled, as though it was agreeing with what Itsuka just said.

But still, "Are you sure Itsuka I'm,"

Itsuka stomped forward, grabbed Izumi by the head and pulled her into another kiss.

Yep. She was sure.

There was kissing, there was touching, there was the sound of her shoes against the tiled floor, and then, there was her dick. For the first few seconds Itsuka never took her hand off of Izumi's new hot rod of meat. Feeling her girlfriend's hand gingerly touching her penis caused Izumi to moan, her entire body felt like it was on fire, and her hips began to thrust wildly.

"You're so eager," Itsuka whispered, her hand finally, leaving Izumi's cock to wrap her arm around Izumi's neck. It was one of Izumi's favorite gestures that her girlfriend did, it made her feel so wanted, so in love, so needed. And right now. It made her feel so incredibly earth shatteringly horny. Itsuka flipped her hair, and gave a smile so seductive, it could melt Izumi's dick off. "Why not pick me up and fuck me against the wall?"

Itsuka leapt, putting her entire weight onto Izumi as the girl's strong, muscular legs wrapped around her waist. With one arm supporting her, Itsuka reached down, and touched the tip of Izumi's penis. "Well, aren't you going to fill me up?"

Izumi growled, kissing Itsuka as she moved to place her back against the wall, bracing her for what was to come. She had never felt so horny, so turned on, it was like her entire body was based around the now massive, burning dick she possessed. And she needed to put it into Itsuka. She found Itsuka's entrance, the familiar feeling of her girlfriend's most tender zone made Izumi smile.

She brushed the tender spot, watching as Itsuka bit her lip, before plugging her dick in.

Sex, before, had been awesome. But now. She understood men a lot more now. There was nothing quite like the sensation of slowly, oh so slowly, sliding a dick into a warm, wet, and eager pussy. Sex was made even better by the way Itsuka's face twisted in pleasure, lip biting, eyes rolling, raw desire pushing her to kiss Izumi as she moaned, moaned, moaned.

Each and every movement felt like it was filled to the brim with lust that pushed her to the limit again and again. Izumi could already feel it building, that male climax she had heard about, that sudden pop that often came far too soon, and with far too little effort.

But she wasn't going to be like that. She knew her orgasm, she knew them well, they took a while, Itsuka would enjoy the process of teasing her as she slowly built up to that orgasm. Itsuka on the other hand often came quick. There were telltale signs of it.

The soft mutter of a name.

"Izumi," Itsuka's voice was barely louder than her moans.

The eager desperate kissing wherever Itsuka could reach.

Itsuka squirmed, kissing Izumi's neck, her collar bone, her jaw line, her cheek, her lips.

The touching of her own body. One last moan of a name.

Itsuka let go of Izumi's neck, forcing her to carry her entire weight, something that was much much easier, and then roaming her own body, going from her hips, traveling upwards, moving up, up, up, and towards the swell of her breasts. "Izumi, I'm."

Then the bite.

Izumi let out a hiss, Itsuka's bite had left a mark before but they never hurt, if anything they had become something of an aphrodisiac. But this time was different. A lot more different. Itsuka's hands clawed Izumi's back as their movements matched, arousing Izumi more and more. She could feel it, her dick getting bigger and bigger with each passing thrust while Ituska got tighter and tighter.

"You're so big." Itsuka's legs squeezed tight around Izumi's waist, her head flying back as her torso went limp. "It feels so good Izumi. Keep going I'm-"

Itsuka came.

Again.

And Again.

It felt like a vice grip, forcing Izumi to keep on thrusting, deeper and deeper with every single breath.

And then.

Out of nowhere.

It came.

Izumi felt her dick twitch, relief flooding her as she came for the first time with her new dick, her own vagaina likewise orgasming and giving her a double simultaneous orgasm that left her legs shaking.

In the middle of that orgasm, she felt it. A pulling. A choice. A choice to copy? And, a choice to give.

Izumi couldn't think. She had put everything into those last few seconds that had left her feeling completely drained. Part of her recognized this feeling, her body knew. Her mind knew. Her entire body spasmed again and again as she felt her own quirk, her original quirk, activate for the first time.

She did something to Itsuka, and also to herself.

But what?

She didn't know. Izumi blinked and watched as Itsuka crawled off her, barely able to stand for a few hot moments. "That was amazing."

Ituska had the biggest smile on her face as she kissed Izumi one last time. "I have no idea what happened to you Izumi, but I really really love it. But, I don't think I'll be able to walk for a bit why don't we-"

Was the room growing dark? What was happening?

Why did her head feel funny?

"Izumi? Izumi? Hey!" Itsuka's voice grew faint and Izumi felt like she was falling. "Oh come on! You're not allowed to pass out on me! How am I going to carry you now?"

AN: I wrote something perverted! Follow me on twitter to encourage/try to stop this!