Mitsuki, as it turned out, was rather personable and easy to get along with. For several weeks she came by the agency to consult Ochako and Izumi about the suit redesigns, swapping ideas back and forth. Of course, the tight business suits she wore helped make an impression. Especially when she'd sashay away from conversations leading to Ochako tracking her skirted rear. It also prompted Izumi to give her a slap whenever she caught her.

"I really like what she's thinking up for us," Ochako said after they'd finished speaking one day, while nursing another hand-shaped red mark on her cheek.

"Uh huh," Izumi said glumly.

"Oh, don't be like that Deku!" Ochako said. "She's just… interesting, is all, that's why I like talking to her."

"You like her because she's a milf with a fat ass."

"Well…" Ochako couldn't think of a reply. "I don't know why you're so bothered. You said I could go for it!"

"With Tsuyu and Momo, maybe. Himiko's wanted to be in a poly with us forever, I'd say she deserves it. But…" Izumi pouted. "I admit, I feel a little jealous when you leer at other women who don't have my approval."

"That's what this is? Oh, sweetie, I'm never going to seriously go for any girl without your approval."

"I see." Izumi gave a soft smile. "Still, I suppose getting to know Murakami better wouldn't hurt."

The following day, they invited Mitsuki to a local café for more discussions about redesigns. Their treat.

"You didn't have to do this, you seem to have plenty of coffee back at your agency." Mitsuki blew on her hot cappuccino.

"Trust me, the sweets are to die for!" Ochako was practically drooling at the baked goods in the display case.

"Oh… sweets…" Mitsuki said faintly.

"Hm? Is there a problem, Murakami?"

"No, no problem!" Mitsuki wore a strained smile.

Izumi sighed, leaning over to whisper in Ochako's ear. "She's not a hero and she's a fair bit older than us. She's not able to burn calories like we do."

"Ghk!" Ochako choked on her espresso, blushing. "Shoot, I guess so."

"Still, I haven't been treated like this in a long time," Mitsuki said wistfully. "In fact, I can't remember the last time when…"

"You don't go out much?" Ochako asked.

A tear formed in the corner of Mitsuki's eyes as she laughed bitterly. "Oh, I haven't known the sweet taste of freedom for fifteen years… Married to the job." Her cup was shaking violently.

Ochako and Izumi glanced at each other. Definitely some baggage they were going to have to unpack.

"Don't you have a family?"

"Nope, never married," Mitsuki said. "Probably never will either. Nobody ever interested me."

"Really?"

"I mean, guys are such losers." Mitsuki blew out her lips. Ochako deflated a little. She might be straight after all. "I mean, not all guys, of course. But the ones who caught my attention ended up being chumps. Then there's everybody else staring at my body."

"I mean, the attention can be nice," Ochako pointed out.

"Don't think I haven't noticed you checking out my body either, Uravity," Mitsuki said, causing Ochako to straight up spit out her next sip of espresso.

"Uh, I, um… well, the thing with that is…" Ochako was bright red, trying to come up with an explanation.

Mitsuki began giggling. "Relax, I've heard the gossip. You seem to be quite the womanizer."

"Some of that's exaggerated—"

"She is." Izumi confirmed bluntly. Ochako stared at her girlfriend with her mouth agape, stunned at her betrayal.

Mitsuki, for that matter, only began giggling harder. "I don't doubt it. Seems like you two are a good match for each other."

"Gee, thanks!" Izumi said, smiling sheepishly.

"But if you did have the chance to settle down, would you take it?" Ochako asked.

"Hmm…" Mitsuki put a finger to her chin. "I have thought about it. They'd have to be a really good partner. Financially stable, preferably on the richer side. But I'm open to making compromises. And then they'd have to love me for who I am, and not just because my butt stretches out my skirt well. As I'm sure you've noticed." She winked.

"Well…" Mitsuki winked again at Ochako. "I'll see you two later. Thanks again."

"Well that was a disaster," Ochako sighed. "Meh, if she's straight, can't be helped. Might be for the best to let her figure her own stuff out anyway."

"I don't know, she seemed to have her eyes on you the whole time. Could've sworn she was flirting mad hard. Maybe she is interested without knowing it," Izumi speculated.

"Really? But you heard her, she's only into guys."

"Or so she thinks." Izumi sipped her coffee. "I wasn't so sure before because you were clearly just eager to get your hands all over her, but now that we've talked to her I think she'd be a great fit for us."

"I'm not 'just eager to get my hands all over her,'" Ochako defended herself.

Izumi ignored her. "Hm. Mitsuki Murakami… She's got more depth to her than I gave her credit for. That settles it, I'm in! I want her to be our future wife!"

"You really think she'd go for it?" Ochako asked. "Because being in a poly? That's one thing. A poly with two other women, when you're presumably straight? And then homosexually reproducing a child?"

"Who wouldn't wanna do that? It's hot as hell. Plus…" Izumi put her coffee down. "She really does have some A+ jugs."

"Agreed." Ochako and Izumi gripped each other's hands in a sign of solidarity, united in their love of big boobs.

A few nights later, Ochako and Izumi headed to one of their favorite bars.

"Hey, Uehara! First round of drinks and the same drafts as usual!" Ochako called.

Uehara, the bartender, responded with an affirming grunt. Ochako and Izumi sat down at a table, crossing their legs. "Looking forward to this," Ochako said, peering at the menu. "Want some takoyaki?"

"Hmm… I'll have the… Murakami!?"

"Huh? Is that a new dish?"

"No, it's Murakami! Mitsuki!" Izumi pointed at the bar counter, and there was Mitsuki, several buttons loose on her shirt and evidently sloshed. The other patrons were sneaking glances at her exposed cleavage.

"Wha… Oh, Deku and Uravity! Hello~!" Mitsuki hopped off her stool, beer mug in hand. The two were bewitched by how much her prominent curves were jiggling, especially when she got down to sit cross legged on either side of them. Her magenta bra peaked out of the shirt.

"Scooch on over… Fancy seeing ya here! You just randomly drop in?"

"No, this is a regular haunt for us," Izumi said. Mitsuki giggled. "What a coincidence, mine too!" She seemed worlds away from the overworked woman they'd spoken to over the past few weeks.

"You sure you're okay?" Ochako asked. "Rough day at the office?"

"Office? Pfft, I work from home. But… there was this one asshole customer." Her eyes grew dark and she started scowling. "Not enough frills, he tells me." She slammed her fist on the table, making Ochako and Izumi jump. "Frills! On a tank top! What kind of idiot is going for some flowery casual wear when you can easily get that with a blouse or dress!" Mitsuki took a deep breath, exhaling tiredly. She then returned to her bubbly, drunken self. "Hehe, but I digress! What are you two cuties doing here?"

"Uh… again, it's a regular haunt," Izumi said. "Say, Murakami, you sure you've had enough—GHK!" Mitsuki squished her cheeks together with her hand, cutting her off. Izumi was making a goldfish face.

"Shush… oh, you are adorable. I could just gobble you up right now…" Mitsuki leaned in close to Izumi, a hungry look in her eye.

Ochako pulled her shoulder. "Uh, Murakami… Mitsuki."

"And Ochakooooo! So feminine, but so chivalrous! Like a knight." Mitsuki practically threw herself at Ochako, nuzzling her face against hers. Ochako and Izumi grew bright red as Mitsuki draped herself along Ochako's muscular body, wrapping her legs around her waist. Her chest threatened to dislodge itself from the confines of her shirt at any moment. A button even popped off.

"Gosh, why can't more men be like you? So daring, roguish, but considerate and cute? All the guys I date are morons, but you…" Mitsuki sniffed. Tears were beginning to leak from her eyes. "My quirk stops any wrinkles from forming, but it's almost over! I'll never find a partner!"

"Uh…"

"I've wanted some little girls of my own ever since I became an adult! But absolutely nobody, nothing has come my way! I could do surrogacy but raising a child without a partner… WAHHHHHHH!" Sobbing, Mitsuki pressed her face into Ochako's shoulder. "Mah life ish overrrrr!" Ochako awkwardly patted her on the back, keeping mindful of her large chest pressed against her stomach. "There, there… there, therrrre…"

"I can't believe she's such a pathetic drunk," Izumi remarked. Ochako shrugged helplessly. "Just gotta wait until she lets it all out… I'll take the designated driver's turn this time."

"Yeah. Thanks."

The night wore on. Izumi and Ochako decided to stay and comfort Mitsuki, who ended up buttoning herself up a little. They shared a couple snacks, swapped stories, and managed to keep Mitsuki in a good enough mood.

Toward the end of the night, Ochako was about to pay the bill when Mitsuki darted forward and gave Ochako a kiss on the cheek.

"BWAH!?" Izumi cried incredulously.

Ochako blushed as Mitsuki pulled back, holding a finger to her lips with a seductive glint in her eye. "If you weren't spoken for, I'd actually try a round with you… You sure are dashing, Ochako. And your tits are amazing! I should know." She gestured to her own generous rack.

Ochako couldn't help but note that Mitsuki was a fellow big boob lover. A woman of culture. "Understood."

"Ahem…" Izumi ducked her head out beside Mitsuki, peeved. Ochako darted over for a kiss. A few seconds later when she pulled away, Izumi was noticeably happier.

"You want a smooch too?" Mitsuki asked. Izumi blushed in response. "Maybe another time. Alright, time to jet."

"Time for sex!" Mitsuki said, mishearing.

"No!" Ochako and Izumi said at the same time.

The following morning was, quite frankly, hell for Mitsuki. She groaned at her splitting headache, waking up in a room she didn't recognize as her own. She fumbled around the night table instinctively before her fingers grasped a note.

You were hammered so me and Izumi brought you to our house. We have no idea when work starts for you, so we hope you just get the rest you need at least. Come down for food when you're ready! ;) - Ochako

Wincing, Mitsuki got out of bed. She noticed she was in just her underwear. Her business clothes were folded neatly on a chair in the corner. She took a bathrobe off the hook on the door and shuffled her way out of the guest room.

Making her way downstairs, Mitsuki shielded her eyes from the sunlight. She found an open space floor plan at the bottom of the stairs, with Ochako and Izumi sitting on different chairs in the living room. Izumi was the first to notice her.

"Ah, Murakami! You're finally awake. Let me whip you something right up."

"Huh? Oh, that's fine, I can get myself something after…"

"Nonsense. What do you want? Eggs? Rice? Soup, fish?"

"Uh, just eggs with some rice would be good."

"Mhm. I've got paprika I can use to add to the flavor. Take a seat at the counter and I'll whip something up."

Mitsuki sat down as requested. She saw the clock. She was supposed to phone a client two hours ago and draft some more concepts. "Shit," she said under her breath.

"I thought you'd miss some of work," Ochako said, pouring a cup of steaming hot green tea in front of her. "But me and Izumi agreed it was better for you to get your rest."

Mitsuki chuckled. "I'm in it for now. Ah well. Nothing for it but to make apologies all day and reschedule." She tentatively sipped the tea.

"Izumi does all the cooking, if you were wondering," Ochako said, setting down the paper. "Apparently the stuff I make tastes too plain…"

"You always go for the cheap ingredients!" Izumi said. "It's fifty/fifty. Sometimes cheap is better, sometimes it's not."

"Can't help it, it was my upbringing. Ah jeez, reminds me I haven't called mom and dad for a while."

"They're just gonna ask why we're not engaged yet."

"We can't help it, hero work is so time consuming." Ochako sighed. Mitsuki couldn't help but notice the definition in Ochako's muscles even beneath her clothes. Same for Izumi. The two radiated power. Both were rather tall to boot. Honestly even taller than most guys she dated…

Mitsuki slapped her cheeks. What was going on with her?

Izumi placed breakfast in front of her. Mitsuki gave thanks, and dug in. "Sorry I've been such a bother."

"No issues. It was better than sending you off on your own." Ochako sighed. "Honestly, you should at least have somebody with you when you drink that much. Trains can get dangerous at night."

Mitsuki felt her heart flutter. "Yeah. Yeah, silly me. Just gotta be more aware next time, I suppose."

"What do you remember of last night?"

"Uh… not much, actually. Just seeing you guys. The food was good. Next thing I know, I woke up here."

"You also said a lot about dating trouble last night," Izumi said. Mitsuki flushed red and began stammering. "I-I… well, um, that's…"

"You also gave my cute Ochako a kiss." Izumi pouted, causing Mitsuki to turn even redder.

She got off the stool to prostrate herself. "A thousand sorries, I wasn't in control of myself, if I can do anything to make up for my horrid behavior—"

"Forget that, that's not the issue." Izumi waved her off. "What I am curious about is if you're open to a little proposition."

Mitsuki glanced up. "Proposition?"

"You said you had trouble with dudes. You ever try girls?"

"Uh, I'm not sure what you're getting at."

Izumi polished off an apple. "What I'm saying is…" Crunch. She took a bite. "Why don't you try marrying us?"

"… Say what?"

"You know," Izumi continued biting her apple. "I think your problem simply might be that you're not into guys and don't realize it. Cause it's pretty clear you're into Ochako."

"I still don't quite get it."

"Mitsuki." Ochako helped her to her feet, laying her hands on her shoulders. Mitsuki blushed red at how strong her hands felt. "If you're worried about finding a partner or starting a family, we can provide that for you. It's not conventional, but we can give you stability. Maybe even fulfilment, if things go well enough."

"I… I don't know what to say… You want me to-?"

"Get into a poly with us, yeah," Izumi said, halfway through her apple. "After vetting you last night and at the café, I have zero doubt you're actually into girls."

"What—no! I mean, I've never really thought about it, I suppose but… I mean, adoption or even surrogacy is a long process."

"Neither of those," Ochako said. "Mitsuki, I just awoke to my second quirk a little over a month ago. It's called Womb Link and lets me have children with other women."

"Huh!?" Now Mitsuki was thoroughly confused. "Two women? Siring children together?"

"Pretty hot, right?" Izumi said.

"Oh, certainly—" Mitsuki said without thinking before shaking her head, turning even redder. "That's not the point though! I mean, just… the implications of that alone…"

"I'm told I'm only gonna be making girls by our doctor," Ochako said.

"How do you know this is your quirk?" Mitsuki enquired. Izumi pointed at her stomach, grinning.

"You've already conceived!?"

"Yep. Mine and Ochako's flesh and blood, growing safe inside me. I'm so excited to see our little girl enter the world!"

"Well, congratulations, I guess…" A weird feeling came over Mitsuki as she saw Izumi so happy. She'd always wanted a child of her own. Seeing the woman so giddy was actually making her envious.

Ochako took over. "If this is okay with you… we can take it slow. Work our way up. Date, get to know each other—"

"Slow?"

"Yep. If you agree, that is."

"Hm…" Mitsuki pressed a hand to her chin. "And how exactly do you… impregnate somebody?"

"Uh, well." Ochako blushed, pressing her fingers together in a scissoring motion. "We do this, then we have to get really aroused. Then my DNA is sort of broadcast to the egg, and it's fertilized. It's like, ninety-nine-point-nine percent accurate compared to traditional breeding since no sperm has to swim its way to the egg. I think. Did I get that?"

"A hundred percent." Izumi confirmed.

"Yeah. But if you say no, that's cool. We just ask that you keep this a secret."

"I'm in."

"Of course, we understand, we'll make sure you get back home safe—wait, WHAT!?"

Mitsuki had a brazen smile on her face, clutching a hand to her generous bosom. "Like you said, I haven't had luck with guys. And I can't deny you two turn me on. I'll try my luck with you and see if I'm lesbian."

"Quite the mission statement," Ochako whistled. She drew Mitsuki closed, brushing her hair seductively. Mitsuki's heart was hammering. "I'll be sure to give you the time of your life…"

Mitsuki stayed the rest of the day and took care of any outstanding issues with her clients. By nighttime, after another delicious meal made by Izumi, Ochako retreated to the bedroom to get ready for the big event.

Afterwards, Izumi beckoned Mitsuki up to her guest room. "We've got a surprise for you." She pulled out a hot pink slingshot bikini.

"You don't have to wear it if you don't want," Izumi explained. "Ochako's just got a thing for bare skin."

Blushing, Mitsuki took the racy swimsuit. "No, it's fine. She actually wants to see me in it? That's actually… quite the turn on."

Izumi looked away as Mitsuki put it on. When she was given the okay to look again, her heart leapt up into her throat.

Mitsuki was practically nude with the bikini on. It hugged her curves perfectly, just obscuring her nipples from view. The string darted down in a V-shape down to her crotch, where the bikini then rode up her back in one line to connect with the crisscrossing string at her neck. Her wide hips, thick thighs, and pleasantly plump stomach on full display made Izumi herself want to take her right that second. But she had to let Ochako have her fun.

Mitsuki pulled at the bottom. Her butt was so big it couldn't help but ride up. "This is certainly…"

"More like a piece of string than a bikini, I know. But damn do you look fine."

Mitsuki blushed. "Thanks." She gasped as Izumi slapped her butt, watching the big booty jiggle.

"Now go down the hall. She's waiting." Smacking her butt again, she sent Mitsuki on her way, enjoying every second of the view.

Mitsuki tottered down the hall, gingerly putting one foot in front of the other. She knew nobody else could see her, but she was well aware of almost every part of her generous curves freely bouncing every which way with such scanty protection. Ochako and her powerful, muscular body were going to claim her vulnerable curves within the next few minutes.

The thought turned her on.

Clicking the door open, she was greeted by a wondrous sight: Ochako in a cheerleading outfit. A cheerleading outfit that didn't seem to fit her anymore, with the half of her breasts, plus nipples, peaking out. Her short skirt did little to hide her panties either.

"Give me an M! Give me an I! T! S! U! K! I! Goooooo Mitsukiiiiiii!" She shook the pom poms, bouncing up and down as she chanted the letters. Mitsuki found herself drawn to the movement, arousal like she'd never known coursing through her body. She felt the bottom of the sling bikini grow wet.

"She's got spirit, she's got fife, I want her to be my wife! Big tits, big butt, my libido's in a rut! Plump and sprightly, hair's all spiky! When I see hot ladies, I go 'me likey!' That's why Mitsuki and me will fuck, and when push comes to shove, I know how to suck." Ochako stuck her tongue out. Mitsuki imagined how it'd feel to have her eat her out.

"M! I! T! S! U! K! I! Gooooo Mitsuki!" The cheerleader chant was over. Ochako brought the pom poms in front of her breasts. "I thought if you were dressing up, I could put in some effort too. What do you think?"

"You look… amazing!" Mitsuki's heart was beating faster than ever. Ochako's muscles, her breasts, her every curve and contour on display. It was absolutely mesmerizing how beautiful she was. "And that cheer was, uh… wow."

Ochako giggled. "I put in maximum effort when it comes to pretty girls." She stepped forward, licking her lips as she looked over Mitsuki's body, making her self-conscious again.

"We're really about to do this…"

"Oh, it's fine. I think you look amazing too. Especially…" Ochako rubbed one of her massive breasts, the shiver running through Mitsuki turning her on. She brought her closer until their breasts touched.

Their massive globes pressed together as Ochako hugged her close. She gazed down at her, taking note of her shy red eyes. Previously alert and full of fire, now lidded and submissive. It was time.

"Be gentle…"

"Don't worry, baby. I'll make sure this is perfect…"

Holding the back of Mitsuki's head, Ochako leaned forward to kiss her. She savored the fullness of her soft lips. When she pulled away, it was to find Mitsuki's pupils dilated. She was breathing heavily, spiky blonde hair framing her eyes.

She pounced on Ochako. Pinning her to the bed, she abandoned all pretenses and practically inhaled her lips. She fiddled with the cheerleading top before giving up, groping the amount of breast she could gain access to. Her franticness had worked one breast out from the sling bikini, nipple poking at Ochako's stomach the whole time.

"I thought you said be gentle," Ochako mused as Mitsuki nibbled at her ear.

"Screw that. I want your sexy ass now." She groped Ochako's breasts for emphasis, playing with them through her skimpy clothes. She looked particularly feral with her red eyes gleaming and one breast hanging out. She kept rubbing and rubbing her pelvis against Ochako, trying to get herself off.

"Ooh, you're a titty loving demon! Just how I like 'em…"

She pulled Mitsuki down to make out with her again, working her way down to grope at her ass. She smacked it, appreciating how large it was. Izumi had a perfect body in her eyes, but so did Mitsuki. She was at the right age where she had enough fat to add the right amount to her curves. Her butt was a prime example, stretched out far by some of the widest hips Ochako had ever laid eyes on. An ass to die for.

As they continued kissing, Ochako made her way to Mitsuki's nipple. Tweaking it slightly, she caused the woman to shudder. This made Mitsuki pause her attack just long enough for Ochako to flip her over, pressing her hands on either side of her face. Her thumb caressed her chin.

"You're so pretty…"

"And you're even more mesmerizing." Mitsuki purred. Ochako bit her teeth at her, causing Mitsuki to gasp in surprise and arousal. Those gasps turned to deep moans as Ochako kissed down her neck, collarbone, and between her breasts.

Working the other breast out from the bikini, Ochako lustfully palmed both of them. She eyed the veins beneath the surface, their sheer perfection getting her all riled up.

"What are you gonna do to me?" Mitsuki breathed.

"I think… this to start with."

Mitsuki threw her head back. Ochako had just snuck her fingers beneath her suit and had begun fingering her. As if that wasn't enough, she pressed her brown bob of hair between her breasts and began motorboating them, making the massive mammaries bounce all over.

Mitsuki purred as Ochako did her work, rubbing her breasts against her lover's face to elicit as much pleasure for both of them as possible. Ochako added a second finger, causing Mitsuki to mewl with ecstasy.

Coming down from the motorboating, Ochako closed her mouth on one of Mitsuki's puffy nipples. The older woman looked down at her with lust, addicted to the sight of her sucking. Ochako brushed her finger against the other nipple, becoming excited when it grew erect.

"What's it like having a younger woman to lavish your big titties for once?"

"Keep going! Please!"

"Just what I wanted to hear."

Ochako was content to stay in boob heaven forever, but there was an even juicier prize waiting for her down below. She quit her nurturing of Mitsuki's breasts, giving her a quick kiss on the chin before kissing her way down her whole sultry body. Her voluptuous curves were to die for, and Ochako covered the breadth of them on her journey to Mitsuki's core.

Breathing heavily, Mitsuki felt liquid fire pour itself into her crotch the closer Ochako got to it. As the last of the torturous kisses along her pelvis ceased, Ochako was in front of Mitsuki's pussy at last. Slyly looking up, Mitsuki gave her a nod giving permission.

She proceeded to pull the bikini out of the way, revealing Mitsuki's dripping pussy. Licking her lips, she practically inhaled the lower lips. Mitsuki gasped, head hitting the pillow as Ochako began to eat her out.

Her mouth sucking the juices down, Ochako wrapped her arm around one of Mitsuki's thick thighs for stronger purchase. The other snaked up to grope a breast, giving Mitsuki the extra bit of pleasure she was hoping to receive. She was careful to avoid pressing all five of her fingers so the woman couldn't float away from her eagerly licking mouth.

"Nngh, nngh!" Mitsuki moaned, breathing heavily. Her hands twisted at the sheets, overwhelmed by the sheer power of Ochako's tongue. She couldn't remember ever feeling like this when she was with men.

As she pressed Ochako's face against her core, Mitsuki had an epiphany: she really wasn't straight. Far from it.

Pushing her hips up, Mitsuki eked out as much pleasure from Ochako's mouth as possible. She moaned more and more, Ochako reaching as deep within her as she could. With a few more decisive licks, Ochako worked Mitsuki to climax. Legs shuddering as she screamed, Ochako drank as much of her cum as she could and continued to eat her out even after her high.

Satisfied, Ochako retreated and wiped her mouth. She lay next to Mitsuki, forearm over her eyes as she came down. She pecked at her shoulder, neck, and face, holding her close.

"So?"

"So… I can confidently say I'm not straight."

Ochako giggled. "Thought as much. And seeing as the slingkini is all wet now…" She got up, taking off the cheerleading top. Mitsuki was entranced by her muscled back and the look of her breasts from behind. Ochako took off her skirt, leaving her in just purple panties. She held the outfit up to Mitsuki.

"You wanna try it on?"

"Me?"

"Yeah. I've always had a bit of a kink for an older woman in a cheerleading outfit like this. Or office wear… but we can get to that another time."

Mitsuki gingerly took the outfit and, blushing, peeled off the piece of string labelled a bikini and slipped into the cheerleading outfit.

Fitted for somebody much taller than her, the skirt afforded her some degree of decency, but her breasts jutted out too far. Much like Ochako, her nipples were exposed. Ochako was looking at her expectantly on the bed. Mitsuki couldn't help but notice how big and muscular her thighs were. Her whole body, actually. She was a powerhouse of a woman.

"Come on, do a little cheer~" Ochako purred, tweaking her nipple. Mitsuki blushed.

"Er, uh… O?" She shook a pom pom, breasts jiggling. Ochako hummed affirmatively.

"C-c! H! A! K! O! Goooo Ochako!" Mitsuki finished with one leg raised, wobbling as she tried to maintain her balance. Ochako gave a small clap. "Yay! I'd say that gave me some good cheer. However…"

She pulled the woman into her lap, bringing the both of them nose to nose. "I'd rather have the whole thing…"

Mitsuki captured her lips, pushing her back so they lay back on the bed. As they kissed, Mitsuki's hands grew more and more adventurous. Everywhere she touched was toned, sculpted muscle. Ochako was in the fittest shape possible. Every inch of her radiated strength and power, but there was a cuteness to her she couldn't quite describe.

Grinning as Mitsuki went lower, Ochako let Mitsuki do all the work for once. She was inexperienced, but homing in on her pussy. Licking up her abs, Mitsuki thumbed the panties down. Ochako lifted her hips so Mitsuki could pull them off the rest of the way, dangling off her ankle.

"That's the sweet spot," Ochako said encouragingly as Mitsuki eyed her glistening pussy lips with wonder. Shyly, Mitsuki dipped her head back and forth, deliberating on what to do. Ochako gave a guiding hand to push her toward her crotch, and some fervent, passionate licking followed.

"Ah, oh! Yeah, that's it. Thaaaat's it, right there. You're doing good."

In truth, Mitsuki's cunnilingus was extremely messy and all over the place. She eagerly lapped at Ochako's juices, but was having trouble dipping her tongue too far in.

Ochako gave little presses to her head, but not too forcefully, to encourage her to actually eat into her. A better feel of Mitsuki's tongue and the greater burst of pleasure told her she succeeded. She threw her head back and moaned, rocking into Mitsuki's chin.

"Come on baby, come on… yes, that's it! Keep going! Yes, yes! Ah yesssssss!"

Ochako came. Mitsuki was a little taken aback, but happy, by the extra burst of cum she received. She continued lapping at Ochako's core for another minute until she'd more than licked the tangy juices all up.

"A little sloppy, but there's time to practice," Ochako said, pulling Mitsuki up until they were breast-to-breast. "Damn good though."

They made out some more, Mitsuki grinding in Ochako's lap and groping her breasts. Ochako in turn was rubbing her butt, still savouring the fullness.

Mitsuki pulled away for a moment. "So… when do we…?"

"Oh, baby making? Thought you'd never ask. Here."

Handling Mitsuki like she was a small animal, Ochako gently laid her back on the bed. Sidling backward, she placed herself in a reverse position. Pulling Mitsuki's legs, she slotted both of their cores together, causing the both of them to moan.

"Now the real fun begins. You're about to be a mother." Ochako began rocking her hips, and Mitsuki began rocking her own in return.

Holding tight to Mitsuki's leg, Ochako rubbed their pussies together. Their wet lower lips were wet, providing the lubricant needed to grind safely. Back and forth, back and forth. Their strokes felt sinful, their legs and hips locked in a lustful tango.

Kissing at Mitsuki's feet, Ochako grew immensely pleased to hear the extra moans it elicited. She hugged the leg close, their tribbing continuing unabated. Wet, hot, and slippery, it was a beautiful union

"I'm coming! Oh God…" Mitsuki panted, arm over her eyes.

"So soon?" Ochako was being worked up steadily, but she wasn't quite there yet. She couldn't exactly force herself to orgasm, and without it she wouldn't be able to knock up Mitsuki.

"Ah, ah! Oh God, fuck! My pussy is gonna…"

"Shh, shh… it's okay. Go for it. Take your release."

"Ugh, ugh… ahhhhhh!" Mitsuki convulsed, coming quietly. She fidgeted, unentangling from Ochako as she laid on her side. "D-did that do it?"

"Hm? Oh no, I gotta cum too for it to work. And, you know. In contact, if you get my meaning."

"I see." Mitsuki took a few more moments to collect herself before rising from the bed. The dim lighting had most of her curvaceous body covered in shadow. She extended a hand to Ochako. "Wanna wash off?"

They headed into the adjacent bathroom and turned the shower on. The two were caked in sweat, wet and dry. Mitsuki eagerly put herself under the shower nozzle. She cast her red eyes back to Ochako over her shoulder.

Open invitation.

Ochako pulled up behind Mitsuki and cradled her. She kissed her neck, tickling Mitsuki. She groped her large breasts, enjoying the slippery wetness imbued to them. They kissed over Mitsuki's shoulder, Ochako continuing to play with her body as the water cascaded down them both.

Ochako gently squeezed one of her nipples, making Mitsuki gasp. She pulled away, leaning against the shower wall.

"Crap, I didn't hurt ya did I? I'm so sorry, we can—"

"No, it's fine. You didn't hurt me. Just… wasn't expecting it to feel that good." She turned to face Ochako, presenting herself.

Water dripping down her body, breasts red from Ochako's handling, legs quivering with lust, Mitsuki looked the very image of fertility to Ochako. She pulled her vagina lips apart, jutting toward Ochako.

"Your pussy. My pussy. Make me yours."

"Yes…"

"I want your baby!"

"Yes!"

Ochako pinned Mitsuki to the wall, inhaling her lips. Their hands didn't do much roaming, just holding each other close as they could for their lustful make out.

"Baby…" Mitsuki managed. "I know," Ochako replied.

As Mitsuki kissed her neck, Ochako lined her pussy up with Mitsuki's. There was no way of telling if what was dripping between either of their legs were water or arousal, but Ochako pressed forward all the same.

Their cores met awkwardly at first. They bumped against the wall and, wordlessly, slid down until they were lying on the floor. Ochako's muscular body on top of Mitsuki's smaller, but no less juicy one.

The water cascading down them, wet blonde hair stuck to Mitsuki's face, her demure eyes. It drove Ochako nuts. She gently pushed Mitsuki's legs back, surprised at her flexibility. It let her press her body into hers, their pussies once again in alignment. A mating press.

Ochako began grinding. She hugged Mitsuki, breast to breast, and gave her sloppy kisses again. Their heated breaths, moaning, and caressing of each other's bodies accentuated the main attraction of their tribbing.

Particularly, Ochako was getting into the spirit of it. She was using her superior strength to get such a lovely, thick woman to submit to her. She was in control. She was breeding her. But tenderly, lovingly. All the while grinding their pussies in an ultimate union of lesbian thirst and passion.

"You want a baby?" Ochako murmured.

"Ah…"

"I said, do you want a baby?"

"Yes! Oh God, yes! Keep breeding me! Don't stop!"

"Excellent!"

"I wanna be your broodmare, keep going! Breed me! Pump me full of babies!"

"Yes!" Ochako captured Mitsuki's lips in a final, searing kiss. Their mating press was reaching a crescendo, mutual climax coming soon.

"Come on, come on, almost there…"

"Keep going! Ochako, don't stop! Yes, yes… yesssss!"

Ochako and Mitsuki screamed at the same time, their final orgasm rocking the both of them. Once again, Ochako felt herself expend energy. Womb Link had been activated. Mitsuki was now pregnant.

The two slumped, truly done. They got off each other and sat in separate corners of the stall, letting the water continue to go. Eventually, Ochako got to her feet and soaped herself off. Mitsuki, a head shorter than her, joined her.

Soaping each other off with tender squeezes of each other's different assets, they returned to the bed. Mitsuki was wearing a bathrobe while Ochako was in nothing except black panties, letting her breasts hang above the covers.

Once Mitsuki slid in next to her between the sheets, Ochako kissed her cheek, rubbing her stomach tenderly. "You've got new life that's gonna be kicking in there soon. Life we made. Our kid…"

"Yes…" Mitsuki laced her fingers in her own. "And I'll be happy to make more, when the time comes." They kissed. "You seem to be in a good mood.

"I just fucked the hottest milf in the world, hell yeah I'm in a good mood!" Ochako pumped her fist, making Mitsuki giggle. She hugged her close, their breasts pressed together once more.

"Hey, I have a question…"

"Shoot."

"I never got what your quirks were."

"Oh! How silly of me to forget. My quirks are Glycerin and Youth."

"Glycerin and…?"

"Youth! I don't make a habit of saying what they are. Essentially, glycerin keeps my skin looking like I'm in my late twenties. And Youth, well… Youth lets me maintain my body's musculature for an indefinite period of time, which works perfectly in conjunction with it."

Ochako's brow wrinkled in thought. "So wait. That would mean…"

Mitsuki chuckled nervously. "They speculate I might be immortal. So. Yeah. That's kind of the reason I stalled on finding a partner. Didn't wanna deal with living way longer…"

Ochako was stunned. Now everything with Mitsuki never finding a partner made a whole lot more sense. "I'm sorry for not telling you sooner," Mitsuki said regretfully. "Do you want to… split off now?"

"Huh? No, nothing like that. Don't be ridiculous." She held Mitsuki's fingers and kissed them. "I was just thinking about some extra help we could talk to, that's all."

"We?"

"Yes. We."

Mitsuki paused. She then settled for a soft smile. "I like the sound of that."

"Me too. Anyway… How many kids do you want?"

"Five. At least five. You're gonna have to work to make this old lady happy… Especially since I'm going to be a proper wife."

"We're gonna raise such a badass kid," Ochako said, inhaling Mitsuki's lips. Mitsuki made her retreat, saliva trailing between their mouths. "I can't wait to listen to all the little kicks she'll make."

"You're thinking of belly listening right now? Aww. But… I'm also looking forward to it." She gave a wry smirk. "So long as I get regular doses of sex in between."

"Oh yeah. Happy you turned les?"

"After tonight, I can't imagine a life without rubbing our fat tits together." Mitsuki said, groping one of Ochako's mammaries for emphasis. She licked her lips. "I'm gonna make sure we keep enjoying each other's bodies to the fullest… Heh, lesbian sex with a top-rated pro hero. Breeding. I'm really carrying Uravity's baby, this feels unreal."

"And if we get more girls on board?"

"Oh, not if. When." Mitsuki rolled them over again so that she laid her head on Ochako's chest, eyes filled with lust. "I have no doubt you'll get a bevy of beauties for us all to have fun with. As for right now, I'm expecting raw pussy-on-pussy action every night you have off."

"Naughty girl…"

"It's not every day a girl comes across a top pro hero whom she wants to make her scream every night. Especially with such amazing, supple, perfect titties to rub against my own."

"God, you're turning me on." Ochako said. "I'd fuck you again if my legs weren't jelly."

"Well, I still wanna play…" Mitsuki whispered. Ochako snorted. "Naughty little fox."

Mitsuki squealed in delight as Ochako smacked her butt, which turned to crooning as her lips closed around Ochako's nipple, causing her to gasp softly. She and Mitsuki kept rolling over and over, kissing and playing with each other's bodies until sleep finally took them.

The following evening, the police radio was shut off. The lights were once again dimmed. The Midoriya-Uraraka household was quiet… except in one room, where a trio of lovers were in a lustful tangle.

"Ahhhhh!" Mitsuki moaned. She was held in place in a headlock by Ochako, who was drooling at the sight of Izumi going down on Mitsuki's pussy. She was madly licking through the cunnilingus, face rubbing right up against the lips. Mitsuki gasped and moaned in pleasure, finally cumming as Izumi worked the rest of her magic.

"Damn," Mitsuki breathed. "You're an expert at eating pussy, Izumi."

"It's a gift." Izumi glanced at Ochako, who had opened up her phone. "Uh, babe, we're in the middle of something here."

"Huh? Oh, sorry, but it's Tsuyu, Momo, and Himiko. Set up a group chat. They've agreed to meet in a week about what we have to say."

"Awesome! I can't wait to have them involved." Izumi pumped her fist. She turned to Mitsuki. "They're our pals, but I'm hoping with Ochako's quirk we can upgrade the relationships a little more."

Mitsuki pressed her palms together, looking rather dignified despite her nude state. "I've seen your friends on the news! They sure are cute ones. I'd love the opportunity to get closer to them." Ochako, meanwhile, kept scrolling through her phone. Izumi spotted an opportunity.

Whispering to Mitsuki, whose expression lit up at what she said, the two coyly got on either side of Ochako. Then—

WHUMPH! They'd pinned her arms to the bed.

"H-hey, girls, what's the big idea?"

"Oh Ochako, baby, you're always so in control! We were hoping to… flip the script a little." Izumi's voice dropped to a contralto, seductively batting her eyelashes.

"Double teamed by two gorgeous babes. Don't you think it sounds fun?" Mitsuki licked her lips.

"G-girls, I—AH!" Ochako was cut off as Izumi and Mitsuki kissed at her neck and simultaneously played at her pussy with their fingers. Her phone on the table hadn't shut off yet, showing Tsuyu and Momo's next text messages even as the ladies kept having sex.

"Must be srs business. Hope everything's okay, Ochako. Luv u ?"

"It really sounds rather prudent. Do take care, Ochako. See you next week!"

"Sounds saucy. Welp, see ya there babe. Gunb thinking of u. Hope ur thinking of me. ?"

"Toga…"

"Relax, Tsuyu! Just a lil teasing ?"

They'd go unread until morning the next day.

Harem List:

Izumi Midoriya

Mitsuki Bakugo

Chaotic Drunk List:

Mitsuki Bakugo

Another chapter in the can. Had a lot of fun writing Mitsuki as a repressed, thirsty lesbian, especially with how beautiful she is. Next three or so chapters are gonna be a tad different. Want to grow the harem fast, and I think you can guess who I'm adding.

Until next time, folks. Bye!