Jiro slammed her locker door, then winced at the volume of the bang. She was still feeling a little… on edge… after that lunch with Momo the other day. Giving herself multiple orgasms before going to bed had helped some, but the fire was merely burning less hotly, not completely doused. She pulled on one of her hand amplifiers, smacking her fist into her other hand. With any luck, she'd run into a bank robbery in progress while on patrol, and get to work out some of her frustrations.

She pulled on her other gauntlet, only to rear back in surprise as the speaker let out a loud squawk of feedback. "Uh oh…" she said under her breath. That guy I punched the other day must have had a harder jaw than I thought…

Beside her, one of her coworkers took interest. The woman had a face like a spaniel, and went by the hero moniker "Gentle Bite". "Aww, is your support item on the fritz?" she asked.

Jiro groaned internally. Her colleague was a UA alumnus as well; in fact she'd been in the class one year ahead of Jiro, and also had Aizawa as a homeroom teacher. Jiro tried to use this as an icebreaker to be friendly with her senpai, but the older girl seemed to have a chip on her shoulder that Aizawa had expelled her and her entire class, but not her kohai.

Frankly, Jiro just thought she was a bitch.

Gentle Bite tossed her hair, and looked down her dog-like snout at her. "You know, Jack," she said, shortening Jiro's hero name in a way she knew got a rise out of the younger woman, "If you just skipped the support gear altogether like me, then you wouldn't have to go out on patrol practically crippled."

Jiro rolled her eyes. "It's fine, Bite," she replied. "I have a spare, and my boyfriend has an engineer on retainer. I'll just take it to her after my shift this afternoon."

Her senpai snorted derisively, raising her snout into the air. "Whatever. A real hero doesn't need help from a machine."

Jiro grinned maliciously. "You know, Bite, you might be a little more pleasant if you let a machine help you out. Your boyfriend left you… what was it? Six months ago now?"

The Spaniel Hero growled, her lip curling to show off her teeth. Jiro just walked away waving over her shoulder. She pulled her phone out, and texted Hatsume to let her know to expect her later that day.

Midoriya and Hatsume were practically joined at the hip all through high school, the former giving the latter tons of credit for his development as a hero over the years. They'd tried dating briefly in high school, but found they worked better as friends and coworkers than lovers.

When Midoriya and Jiro began to date, he insisted that he take her gear to Hatsume for a tune up. Jiro had to admit Hatsume did great work, and whenever she had a breakdown, she just handed her gear over to Midoriya to bring to his friend.

She hadn't actually interacted much with Hatsume herself, though she'd heard all the rumors and stories about the eccentric tech who was more goblin than human from Iida. It would be nice to actually talk to her, and find out which stories were true, and which were just Iida's overactive imagination.

Surely at least some of those rumors were made up, right?

The building at the address Midoriya had left her was rather unassuming; just another in a long line of commercial buildings along the street. There wasn't even any signage to show who occupied the building, just an odd pair of goggles hanging where a sign might be over the door. She found it really strange that her workshop was so secretive.

She grabbed the door handle and pulled, only for nothing to happen. The door was thick steel, and heavy on its hinges. She frowned. Was it for security reasons? The neighborhood didn't see that bad, she was even considering getting tours at a couple of apartments nearby. She grabbed on with both hands, and yanked.

Suddenly, a wave of water flooded through the door, forcing it wide open, and flushing Jiro out into the street along with debris from inside the workshop. She felt something crash into her under the water, and realized it was a person. She grabbed onto them, and kicked against the ground to pull them clear of anything that might injure them in the flow of water. She landed with a thud on the sidewalk, her rescuee landing hard on top of her. Jiro gasped as she had the wind knocked out of her from the weight on her chest, but had a hard time recovering as her face was jammed between two large mounds of flesh.

The person on top of her coughed. "Woo!" She cried as she started to press herself up, allowing Jiro to breathe again. "The workshop needed to be cleaned out, but that's a bit much, I think. Still, being washed out is better than blown out by an explosion." Jiro looked up to find a rather odd looking pair of goggles staring back at her, similar to the ones hanging on the sign outside of the door. The person lifted the goggles, showing off her golden eyes which were lit up with joy. "Oh hey! I know you! You're Izuku's girlfriend! How's ol' Ten Million doing?"

"Hey Hatsume," Jiro grunted. She went to grab onto Hatsume's hips to push her up, only to find that her waist was a lot bigger than she expected. "Umm…"

Hatsume looked down. "Oh! Yeah, sorry, they kind of get in the way these days. Here, let me roll off, and you can give me a hand up."

"They?" Jiro watched curiously as Hatsume rolled. Was she…?

Hatsume grinned at her, and patted her protruding belly. "Yep! Twins!"

Weird little droids with mushroom shaped heads and one big camera for an eye shuffled around the workshop and the street outside cleaning up after the disaster that had befallen the shop. Hatsume led the way past soaked walls, wet inventions, and sea creatures flopping around on the floor. "So what happened?" asked Jiro.

Hatsume giggled, rubbing her stomach. "Like I said: they get in the way sometimes. I was working on that portal gun over there when—"

"Wait…" Jiro interrupted, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Did you just say 'portal gun'? Like in that ancient video game?"

Hatsume laughed derisively. "Oh, no, nothing like that portal gun. It could only make two portals. Mine can make dozens at a time which can be switched between on the fly!"

Jiro rolled her eyes. Well, she supposed inspiration came from everywhere. "The flood?" she prompted.

Hatsume pounded a fist into her hand, as if smacking a record player to get the needle back into the groove. "Right! Well, one of the kids kicked when I was working on the gun and I bumped the fire button. It opened the portal I put at the bottom of the Sea of Japan on that wall over there. I was only able to turn it off when the room had filled with water, and equalized the pressure. Lucky thing you came along when you did to drain the water for me! I hadn't worked out how to do that yet."

"Why would someone want to open a portal at the bottom of the sea?"

Hatsume shrugged. "I 'unno. Fire suppression? I just build 'em, it's up to you heroes to figure out how to use 'em."

Jiro sighed. Well, I guess the rumors were all true then. She owed Iida an apology. "Umm, do you want to go to the hospital or something? Make sure everything is ok with your babies?"

Hatsume shook her head, water spraying off of her hair like a dog. "Nah, this isn't my first rodeo. I'd know if there was a problem."

Jiro blinked in surprise. Not her first pregnancy? They were only twenty-two years old and she'd had more than one since high school? "O-oh?" she asked. An odd sensation washed over her, one that felt a little too much like jealousy. "What about your other kids then?"

Hatsume was wringing out her shirt. "Oh, they're with their parents. It's just you, me, and the 'bots in here."

The jealousy turned to confusion. "Huh?"

Hatsume gestured at herself. "Do you mind if I get changed?" she asked. "I can loan you some of my clothes too, though they might be a little big on you. I've pretty much been wearing maternity clothes for four years now."

Jiro shivered. "Yeah, that would be great, thanks."

Hatsume grabbed a passing robot by the arm and got its attention. "Two sets of dry clothes, please," she ordered. "Oh! And some of the big fluffy towels too." The robot nodded its head quickly, then scurried off to do its master's bidding. Hatsume addressed Jiro then. "Give your clothes to the 'bot when he comes back, and he'll put them in the dryer for you. We'll get them dry before you leave."

Jiro nodded her thanks, standing there shivering and dripping on the floor. She was about to talk about her gauntlet being in the fritz when Hatsume crossed her hands in front of her, and pulled her tank top over her head, wringing it out onto the floor.

Jiro couldn't help but stare at the woman. Despite her rather large chest, Hatsume didn't seem to wear a bra, so her entire torso was on display. Her breasts rested heavily on her belly, her large nipples standing out darkly against her pale skin. She reached over to the shelf next to her, and grabbed a bottle of lotion, and started rubbing it all over her front, reaching way out to get to the end of her bump, before coming back and covering her breasts.

Jiro couldn't help but stare. She swallowed around a hard lump in her throat. She hadn't felt like this since she discovered she also liked girls while getting changed for gym class in middle school.

Hatsume looked up and caught her staring. She grinned slyly, turning slightly to the side and posing for her audience. "I know, it's crazy right? I feel that way every day when I look in the mirror."

Jiro blushed hard, looked down at her feet, and started to tap her jacks together. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare. You look incredible. Practically glowing."

"Thanks!" Hatsume chirped. Her robot came back handing her a towel and a fresh set of clothes. She took the towel and started to dry herself off. "After my first pregnancy, I invented a cute baby to get rid of the stretch marks. You may have seen it advertised? The Tiger Trap! It uses lasers and a little bitty explosion to tighten up your skin and make the stretch marks disappear!"

Another robot handed the same to Jiro. She put the towel over her head to dry her hair, and keep from staring at the other woman. "So, um, how far along are you?" she asked, trying not to sound too awkward.

"Six months! They've been moving for a while now, but only recently has it been enough to feel on the outside. That's how they bumped the button after all."

"Wow," Jiro said under her breath. "Um, where are your other kids then?"

"Well, Daichi is with his dad, but the other twins aren't mine. I was just the incubator. They're Rumi and Keigo's kids." She paused for a second, a finger on her chin. "Oh! Sorry, you probably don't know their legal names. That's Miruko and Hawks."

Jiro pulled her towel off of her head in surprise. "Wait, you were their mysterious surrogate? The tabloids were hunting for you for months!" She suddenly blushed, and averted her eyes. Hatsume was still topless.

Hatsume nodded. "Uh huh!" She patted her tummy. "And these two belong to Ryuko and Yawara—err, that's Pixie-Bob and Tiger from the Wild Wild Pussycats." She put a hand behind her head in embarrassment. "Sorry, I tend to use given names with everyone in my side business. It makes it feel more intimate, which my clients appreciate."

A 'droid handed Jiro some dry clothes. "Wait, you have a surrogacy business? While you still make support equipment?"

Hatsume pulled a dry shirt over her head. "Uh huh!"

Jiro realized she was gawking again. She pulled her soaked shirt over her head, and donned the dry one. As she'd been warned, it was baggy—Hatsume was slightly taller than her, and she didn't even want to think about their differences in cup size—but it was a lot more comfortable than dripping wet. "How did you come up with that idea?"

Hatsume shrugged as she dropped her pants to the floor with a wet plop. "Just after graduation, I got together with an old boyfriend. You probably didn't know him, he was in the business class at UA, and I know you hero students didn't really interact much with the other classes. We were just having fun, and a lot of sex, when whoops! A condom broke! I had to turn down the intensity on Baby #567 after that, let me tell ya!"

Jiro chuckled, making a mental note to ask what exactly Baby #567 was later, and if she could get one. She motioned for Hatsume to continue her story.

Hatsume nodded, pulling up her dry pants. "Anyway, Yusuke tells me he wants to keep the baby because he needs an heir. There was some weird thing going on with his family; his grandma wouldn't let him inherit until he had a kid or something, I dunno. So, I gave birth to Daichi, and we co-parent. It works out pretty good for us."

Jiro nodded. "Ok, well that explains one of your kids. What made you decide to offer to be a surrogate?"

Hatsume shrugged. "It turns out I'm one of the lucky women who has easy pregnancies. I don't get pukey, and I barely get tired. I can keep up with my work pretty much right up until I go into labor. So I came up with this side business:" Here, she switched to speaking in English. "Womb for Rent!"

Jiro groaned, rolling her eyes. "Since when do you know English well enough to make puns?"

"Just because I was obsessed with inventing support items doesn't mean I didn't pay attention in my other classes," Hatsume replied. "I got straight As!"

Jiro laughed. "Fair,"

Hatsume grinned, and switched back to Japanese. "Anyway, female heroes get the shaft when they wanna have a family. They basically have to disappear from the public eye for a year, because they can't do dangerous hero work while they're knocked up, and their rankings drop like a stone. Plus, it's really hard to get back into shape afterwards. So, I offer myself as a surrogate for hero couples!" She smiled serenely, looking down at her belly. "It's my way of being someone's hero."

Jiro was impressed. It never occurred to her that this was a niche market in the hero community, one that many girls might want to take advantage of. "You got a card or something? I can pass it around to the girls from our class. I don't know anyone who's talking about having kids yet, but who knows?" That was a little white lie, considering she knew about Yaoyorozu's news, but it wasn't as if they were going to be using a surrogate after all.

Hatsume gave her a thousand watt smile. "Yeah! That would be great! I'll make sure to give you some when you go. And hey!" She leaned in close, wrapping an arm around Jiro's shoulders. "You tell me when you and Izu are ready to have kids, and I'll carry 'em for you. I won't even charge my fee, you'd just have to pay for the IVF. He's my best client, and one of my best friends ever since high school. I'd be honored to do it. I'll even let you skip the line."

Jiro chuckled nervously. "Thanks, but…" Jiro paused when she saw the expression on Hatsume's face. She almost looked like she was in pain. "Are you ok?"

Hatsume grimaced, then chuckled. She put a hand on her belly. "Yeah, that's a good sign. They're both moving right now." She looked down at herself, a warm, happy smile on her face. "It feels weird as hell but it's also amazing." She used both hands to cradle her belly. "Wanna feel?"

Jiro was taken aback. "Umm, sure." Hatsume lifted her shirt over her belly, and guided Jiro's hand to the right spot. "Oh wow," Jiro said softly. Under her hand, Hatsume's skin moved and jumped, as the twin babies growing in her pushed against their confinement.

Hatsume grinned widely. "I know, right?"

Twinge.

The feeling was back again, the feeling of emptiness deep inside of her. Of something clutching desperately around nothing, and feeling disappointed.

After her discussion with Yaoyorozu the other day, she knew what it was: Jealousy for what they had. The feeling of longing. The need to look like this goddess of fertility. To feel her own children moving inside of her.

She bit the inside of her cheek, tamping down on the feelings as much as possible. She wanted to kill Michiko right about now for suggesting she change birth controls. The hormones coursing through her body when she was off the pills were driving her bonkers.

Now it was Hatsume's turn to look concerned. "Hey, you ok?"

Jiro looked up. "Huh?"

Hatsume reached up, and wiped at Jiro's cheek with a calloused thumb. "You're crying."

Jiro reluctantly pulled a hand away from Hatsume's stomach to wipe at her other cheek. It came away wet, and had nothing to do with the salt water she'd recently been swimming in. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine," she said. "Just… Emotional."

Hatsume smiled, her own eyes starting to get watery. She pulled Jiro into a tight hug. "I know exactly what you mean.

Early into their relationship, Jiro had gone into Midoriya's closet looking for a hoodie she could steal, when she happened upon his "private" collection of All Might memorabilia: a collection of sex toys featuring the designs of his hero costumes, and even one that had his head sculpted on the head of a dildo. When she asked him about it, Midoriya initially panicked, and tried to say it didn't belong to him. Jiro just laughed, and reassured him it was ok.

When she offered to crack the seal on one of the boxes and let him use the dildo on her, he laughed, and said "No, thank you." Opening the box would ruin the value after all. When she offered to get a harness so that she could use them on him instead, he got all blushy and was barely able to stutter out a response.

Jiro was biding her time. She'd already bought the harness, and was just waiting for the right moment to show it to him.

A week later, Midoriya had come home, and handed her a long box wrapped in paper. His face was red as a tomato as she tore open the package to find a different dildo, one decked out in his hero costume. He stammered out an excuse that he just did it for some extra cash, and that if All Might allowed that kind of merch, then it obviously wasn't a big deal…

Jiro had kissed him in thanks, and she frequently used it when the real thing wasn't available. It was even the right size! She'd been surprised he'd allowed himself to be measured for the toy, but when she asked about it he just muttered embarrassedly until she rolled her eyes and dropped the subject.

Now, Jiro fucked herself against her Deku Dildo. An arm with his head on the end of it buzzed madly against her, the two bunny ears from his costume perfectly resting on her clit, tickling it just the way she liked it.

As soon as she got home from Hatsume's she'd immediately stripped, grabbed the toy from her nightstand drawer, and stuck it to the wall of the shower with its suction cup. She'd then turned on the hot water, and bent over, impaling herself on it from behind. The entire time she kept muttering out loud, giving her battery operated boyfriend commands. "Yeah, like that Izu, come on. Cum inside me. Unf!" A wave of pleasure washed over her at the words, but they just weren't enough. She needed… "Yeah, you wanna knock me up? Come on! Put a baby in me!"

Her dirty talk didn't usually get quite so graphic; begging for a creampie was usually enough to get everyone's rocks off. Asking to get pregnant was new, and it was really doing it for her.

She screamed as a huge orgasm rolled over her, her juices flowing out of her as her vagina rhythmically gripped onto the dildo. She groaned as her legs shook, and dropped to the floor of the shower, aftershocks crashing through her while she gasped for air.

If this was what it felt like to not be on birth control, she didn't know how her friends did it. She sighed and counted the days until her next appointment with Michiko, impatient for it to come just to get some relief. She also couldn't wait for Midoriya to get home to help quench the fires that his plastic replacement was failing to put out.

A not so little part of her wondered what it would be like if the order of those arrivals were to be reversed…

AN: Once again, the idea of Hatsume having a surrogacy business was an idea for a completely separate fic that never ended up getting written. Maybe some day...

Yes, those are the droids you're looking for. Erm... The pit droids from Episode I.

The idea of hero-branded sex toys just makes me giggle. One day I might just write a fic where Midoriya gets pegged by his All Might dildo. It's a toss up as to whether it's Jiro or Hatsume would wear the harness...

The next chapter might be delayed a bit. I've got it all planned out, but I'm about to go on vacation, so it probably won't be ready to go next weekend. Hopefully it shouldn't be too long of a delay!