Chapter 2: Glossy horns and thick women
Uraraka POV
"Holy. Shit." I breathe out as my body shudders, warm, potent semen coating my naked body. Damn, is it hot in here? I turn and look around the room, seeing the jaw-dropped expressions of my friends. Even Tsuyu looked more than a little impressed. "Well, is anyone else proud of a job well done?" I say with a competitive smirk set across my face. Pushing myself up using my powerful core muscles (boys like girls with abs, right?) I turn to meet Mina's blank expression.
"U-uraraka?" Mina squeeks out, making her breasts bounce slightly. Wait, breasts? I look down and note that Mina is both naked, and has clear fluid around her lower lips. Heh, little exhibitionist slut. "Oh? Is something the matter, Mina?" I ask with faux calm, walking up to her and sliding a finger inside of her warmth.
Huh, this feels kinda fun! I'm not really into girls, but asserting my dominance like this certainly is a treat! I grin as her thighs clap together as her knees snap shut, shuddering as her body reacts to my stimulation. For a girl to have cum so recently, only to be stimulated again? It must have been tortuous for the pinkette.
"Well, Mina, did you enjoy my little playtime with Izuku?" Shit, I've started calling him Izuku haven't I? Mhhhm, who cares.
The pinkette nods furiously, a purple blush on her cheeks. The little exhibitionist is too embarrassed to move or make a sound. With a smirk I release myself from her spread flower, slapping her bubble-shaped rump and turning back. "That's for the slap on the ass you gave me." The room is silent as everyone looks at me.
"Uhh, did I go too far?" I wince sheepishly. Jirou nods furious. I blush.
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Izuku POV
I feel my body shift with a groan. What… happened? I was running to the kitchen to get my pills when-
I snap upright, coming face to face with Mina in the worst way possible.
BANG
"AH FUCK!" she shrieks, rubbing her forehead with a pained expression. Oh shit. Did I just headbutt her? Thankfully It didn't seem like my horns had gouged her or anything, merely some forehead-to-forehead action. "U-uh s-sorry M-M-Mina!" I stutter out, wrapping my hands around her free arm in what I hoped was a caring manner. After several seconds of swearing (by god that woman has a dirty mouth) she seems to finally relax a little.
She leans down a little so we can look eye to eye. "Ah, it's nothing Midori! Don't worry about it!" I nod, absently noticing the fat tear-drop shaped breasts hanging low from her naked chest. Huh.
Wait.
"ARRRRRRRRGH!" I shriek, leaping away from her while slapping a hand over my eyes. "YOU'RE NAKED!" I scream again, this time with a twinge of confusion in my cadence.
"Uh, yeah? Don't you remember bro?" Remember what? Remember what? What am I forgetting-
Oh no. No no no no.
"W-was that not… a dream?" I ask carefully. Judging from the bursts of high pitched laughter, the others were very amused. I feel a hand snake around me as Uraraka's husky voice whispers in my ear. "Oh, it was all real Izuku. Don't you worry your pretty little head about it." She takes the time to stroke my hair, embarrassingly making me purr into her warmth.
Warmth.
Big, soft, warm-
I shriek again as everyone (even Tsuyu) bursts out laughing.
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Several hours later I emerge from my room for lunch. Surprisingly I don't feel as… embarrassed over what transpired as I expected. The girls had all reassured me that they understood I was not in control of myself, and didn't mind what happened. Mina had more than slightly implied that even if I was in control, she wouldn't have minded it at all. In fact, now that I think about it, why did it sound like they were humouring me more than they were actually accepting my apology?
Huh.
I push open the living room door and tentatively step inside. "Oh, there you are, Izuku! I made some pancakes for lunch!" Uraraka calls out. Wait, did she just call me 'Izuku'? Oh god, does this mean I should call her Ochako now? Oh god, what do I-
Wait. Pancakes. For lunch.
All other thoughts leave my mind as I race forward and start tearing into the thick stack of glorious golden cakes with ferocity that only a dragon could possess. I vaguely hear Ochako giggling from the kitchen and Jirou muttering "Men.", but that's unimportant. I spot an incorporeal shirt sliding into the chair across from me. "Someone is rather famished!" I don't bother answering. Food. Hungry. Eat.
A screeching sound rasps out as I accidently chomp on the fork too hard and my pointed teeth reduce it to modern art. No matter.
Momo pipes up from her favourite beanbag, a laptop resting across her knees. "My research shows that males tend to require excessive calories after ejaculation to replenish protein supply for semen. Considering he ejaculated so much, he must require a lot more food than normal to-" Jirou groaned loudly, interrupting Momo. "And why are you researching this during lunch exactly?" Yeah, good point Jirou! Lunch is for eating, not talking!
Mhhm. Pancakes.
Momo turns a shade of neon red I didn't know was humanly possible. "W-well, I just thought it would be important for when he needs his next release!" She chokes out. The room goes silent. "Next… release?" I hear someone say. Momo seems briefly delighted that someone asked a question she knows the answer to. What a nerd.
"Yes! My research shows that a quirk induced heat will typically require daily release for the period of the heat, and since Izuku's-" Wait, since when has she been calling me 'Izuku' exactly? "- heat seems incredibly intense, I suspect he will need multiple a day!" She finishes with a sage nod.
"In fact, I have created a graph with estimated data points plotting the predicted releases-" Tsuyu thankfully closes the laptop shut before she can really get into her 'Izuku Blue Ball Prevention Plan Version 1.0'' diagram, or the powerpoint presentation she made to accompany it.
I feel something heavy slide into the seat nearest to me and flinch. Oh no. I take a risk and glance to my side. Short, jagged, stylish hair. Uraraka. It never really occurred to me how much more mature she looked these days. I feel a soft hand wrap around my shoulder, a taut yet lithe bicep pressing into my back. "Hey. Midoriya. Or, should I call you Izuku, hrrm?" She says it with such sex I feel myself go light headed.
Before I can even attempt a reply she places a creamy finger against my lips. "Mhhhm, don't go worrying your little pretty little heart about it. I'll help you out, whenever you need, alright?" I gasp for oxygen desperately. Giving up on making a verbal reply, I elect to simply nod furiously. She gives me a look that is so erotic I almost fall out of my chair.
With a gentle smile and a slight florioush, she gracefully rises from her chair and walks away, adding a womanly sway into her already broad, powerful hips. I gulp as I notice the round, hefty cheeks of her ass shifting and bouncing within dangerously tight yoga pants. My jaw is left open as my hips involuntarily hump at the table, my plate loudly scraping with each unconscious thrust. She turns around one last time and mimes blowing a kiss.
This time, I fall out of my chair for real.
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Lunch was nice. I didn't know Ochako could cook. Mhhhm. Pancakes.
I think I love her now. That, or I love her cooking. Or her butt. Honestly, I'm not sure. Maybe I only ever loved the pancakes, and the people who made it are merely bearers of its glory? Huh. Deep.
I was about to return to my bedroom when a figure grabbed my hand. "Yo, sup Midori!" Turning slowly, I look up slightly to take a careful look at her expression. Keeping my eyes locked with her own I avoid thinking of her big fat jiggly slobberknocking milk truck- "We were thinking of watching some movies together bro! Wanna join?" I give a small chirp of agreement, hoping to distract myself from wrapping my hands around her hips and grabbing at her plump ass.
Ah. It's going to be one of those days.
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I immediately notice a problem when I walk into the living room. Even with all the lights off and the curtains drawn, I can clearly see that there is only one beanbag left. Before I can even blink Mina has already leapt across the room and settled her full, round ass- I blink the lewd thoughts out of my head and growl, slapping myself firmly. I hear multiple gasps of concern from around me and wince.
"Oh no!" "Don't hurt yourself Deku!" "Does he need 'help' again?"
I blush furiously and shake my head. Damn. No more horny thoughts. "I-I'm fine everyone, just a l-little ummm…" I stop speaking, they know what I meant anyway. Mina hums from her position of lounging on the biggest bean bag in the room, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. I try not to notice the way her generous bosom seems to flop to either side of her ribcage, creating a notable valley between her two shapely mountains of feminine flesh. "How about you sit with me bro, I'll look after you!" I can't seem to make myself disagree.
Mina shuffles over, the white tank top nothing short of struggling to contain her expansive bust. I gulp as I try not to eye the painfully blatant stretching of her chest too blatantly. Nor the narrow valley of waist compared to her broad, womanly hips. Settling myself beside her (with a socially acceptable 5cm gap between us) I relax, ready to watch a movie.
And nothing more.
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The movie is actually pretty cool. It's about a hero who fights a villain, literally the most generic plotline of the last two-hundred odd years.
Wait. This movie is average as hell.
My concentration is broken when I feel a hand place itself atop my scalp. Before I can react, I feel the hand begin to gently stroke at my scalp in long, firm motions. I freeze as Mina hums with captivated content, petting me as If i were a cat. Oh god. Please don't purr please don't purr please don't purr-
I start purring. Shit. I hear Mina coo with a little clap of her hands as the other girls in the room make various delightful squeals. I think I see a phone or two. Oh god. I hope that Hagakure doesn't post this on her twitter. After she posted a tweet with the phrase "boy butt" and a picture of me bent over stretching, her twitter went from two-hundred followers to two-million. She had already tried to bribe him for another picture (asking to see his "tight boy pussy" while holding up her phone had nothing short of scarred him for life), resulting in a slight fear of the invisible girl.
Especially her abilities to see him without him seeing her.
After a while I feel myself relax into Mina's warmth as she pets away, a dumb smile adorning my face. I can't help but smoosh my cheek against the vast, sizable breast beside me. Huh. It felt like pushing up against a plastic bag filled with soft, warm jelly. Mhhhm.
Having friends is great.
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It's as we are nearing the end of the movie that disaster strikes. I feel Mina's other hand reach over to my head, presumably to help pet me more intently. But then...
She.
Grabs.
My.
Horns.
I gasp as my entire body flinches, my spine arching sharply as I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. If i was more conscious I would have blushed at how utterly feminine it sounded, but I was a lot more focused on not instantly cumming.
Holy shit. What on earth just happened? Wait, okay let's think back. Has anyone ever grabbed my horns before?
No.
Have I ever tried grabbing my horns before?
Uhh, no?
Wait… have my horns been some kind of insane erogenous zone this whole time, all without me knowing?
Holy shit.
"Mina, did you just stick a finger up his butt or something?" I hear Hagakure's curious voice.
Huh. What a weird Idea Hagakure. No way anyone would ever do that though, right?
I can't make out Mina's features all too well in the dark, but I think she is blushing. She seems awfully purple at least. Oh, and everyone is looking at us. "I-Izuku, are you alright?" The pinkette girl stammers out. She hasn't let go of my horns yet. God I want her to dominate me and wrap those thick fucking thighs around my neck until I pass out.
Wait what?
Before I know what is happening my body is wrapped around her like a glove, my throat making pitiful moaning sounds. My body won't stop rubbing itself against her like a starved kitten. By now the movie has finished and the lights have been flicked on. Everyone is watching me embarrass myself.
But, I just can't stop myself as I press harder into her ribs. My body squirms as I feel my body demanding I BEG her to bend me over and dominate me-
She lets go of my horns and I gasp, my vision immediately less foggy. I feel sweat dripping down my skin from sheer arousal, my body burning up. Momo is standing over us, observing intently as she writes in a notepad. "Mhhm, It seems that perhaps grasping both of his horns together induces some sort of... sexual state? More research is…" She licks her lips while staring directly at me. "Required…"
Oh god I want her to bite me.
I gasp out shaky breaths as I lock eyes with her. "P-please dominate me mistress."
WAIT WHAT?
I slap a hand over my mouth but it's too late. Everyone heard it. Hagakure immediately bursts out into giggles, Ochako as well mere seconds later. Once Hagakure catches her breath she decides it's time to make the situation a thousand times more awkward. "Woah Mina, didn't expect you to brainwash him into a sex toy or something!"
Yes, please use my tight little body as a sex toy for your pleasure!
My cheeks are burning up as I try to open my mouth to say something, anything! "I am s-so s-sorry, pleaaaaaaaaa-" I choke out as I try to stop the words at the tip of my tongue vocalising, but it's a losing battle. "-PLEASE SPANK ME AND DESTROY MY TIGHT LITTLE BODY!"
I shriek as I stumble to my feet, sprinting out the door and into the nearest bathroom. I slam the door shut and run cold water over my face. Oh god, I'm burning up. My whole body feels like it's on fire. Why won't someone choke me or call me their little boyslut?
WHY DOES THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME?
A knock on the door shakes me out of my fugue. "Izuku, are you okay? We are really worried about you, please say something!" I want to speak but I can't. After several seconds I hear the door open as footsteps rush beside me. I distantly hear Hagakure marvelling something about how the male bathroom looks so different, but I don't really care. I feel someone supportively grabbing my shoulders but I can't concentrate.
I feel soft hands rubbing circles into my back, trying to calm me. After several long minutes I'm able to breathe again as I feel the heat leaving my body. "There, better now?" Ochako asks carefully. I nod. "Alright then. I think you may be fine for now, but I'm guessing you are going to need "help", right?" I nod jerkily, nearly hurting my neck with the sheer violence of my nods.
God, recovery girl would be so mad If I had to get healed for being fucked too hard.
Gently, they help me out of the bathroom and lay me on the couch. I carefully open my eyes and look around. Okay, things are good so far. But I need a test. Spotting Tsuyu in a rare act of genius, I decide to stare at her fat, jiggly, near MONSTROUS and utterly erotic bubble butt and imagine what I could do with it.
God I want her to sit on my face. I would probably die.
I groan into my hands. I can handle being horny, but why this kind of horny? Ochako seems to understand and hums. "Hrrm, you seem to have an awful interest in that don't you?" Uh, well I more have an interest in Tsuyu crushing me while I cry out her name- but sure Ochako!
She turns around wordlessly, allowing me to see her silhouette pivot before finally giving me an hourglass view of her behind.
Woah.
Sometimes it's easy to forget just how truly thick Uraraka is. I can see visible lines of lithe muscle in her back, as well as the tight muscles of her core. Her thick, strong thighs rest above shapely calves. Above that is a glorious set of perfectly shaped cheeks, contrasting beautifully against a narrow waist line that just screamed fitness and sex appeal. From above her waist I can just make out the hints of the delightful weapons she called "breasts" hanging loose from what were probably rather full-figured pecs.
But more Importantly, that was one hell of an ass. Firm tracts of tenacious full-figured flesh greeted my eyes, contained barely by expensive looking yoga pants. The vast planetoids of expansive fat hung taunt against her hips thanks to powerful glutes. If I were to pound her from behind, it would be like slapping against two pillows filled with jelly…
Mhhhhm. Good metaphor.
Ochako clearly notices the bulge in my pants. The sheer length of my erection made it impossible to hide, the damn thing not far off reaching my knee.
"Mhhh, you like that don't you?" She says, bending over and touching her toes.
Holy shit. It's literally heart shaped. The gap between her rounded, voluminous cheeks was spread just enough to give me a clear view of a tight, erotic butthole. A perfect vagina with narrow lips lay visible underneath, clad with a well groomed bush. The sheer girth of her behind, given life by broad, womanly hips, curved down into full-figured and powerful thighs. There was a small yet noticeable uptake between her knees and the beginning of her girthy legs, her spacious thighs were given a slightly oval shape due to bulky hamstrings and solid quadriceps. Beneath them the graceful curve continued, down into a pair of erotic, curvaceous calves.
When she bent down he watched in awe as the lithe muscles of her body flexed in perfect sequence, sliding dense muscle under the layer of smooth, feminine fat that layered her oh so perfect body. Her powerful glutes flexed as her fingers finally brushed the floor, popping her rump out in a manner that gave the already erotic three-dimensional shape just another inch of sheer mass.
I gulp.
She spreads her legs, powerful muscles flexing as the oceans of jelly fat shift oh so tantalisingly. I blink as I note her head from under her sex, her impressive flexibility allowing her to look me in the eye even while bent over. "Well, Izuku?" I let out something between a mewl and a cry for help. I spot several girls in the background watching with keen interest. They must have come in at some point.
Please save me.
Unbending oh so gracefully, like a ballerina or perhaps some kind of salacious dancer, she twists herself over to me. She seems to notice the way my horns tend to glisten in the light, their perfectly polished surface reflecting the light like a mirror at certain angles. Without a moment of hesitation she reaches forward and firmly grips my horns, using them as a leverage point to tug me to my feet. I freeze. She squeezes them tersely, aggressively running her fingers through and around the harsh grooves that curl throughout the smooth, glossy keratin. I feel my cock spurt precum, the cum taking almost a second to travel its sheer length.
I love her.
She idly hums to herself as her lithe fingers dance, tightly contesting the knurled ridges of my horns, tough nails working themselves into the polished, white marble. My legs give out beneath me as she continues to hold me up at arms length, my lithe body no match for potent strength.
I love her so much.
She eagerly draws rigorous lines into the chiseled grooves that circled the shapley cartilage, ravishing my horns with ferociousness belying her kind expression. The pretty boy's mouth hung loose as drool dribbled from my lips to the floor, while a long, draconic tongue lay loose beyond my mouth, reaching well below my chin.
Grinning, she takes a tighter grip and vigorously jerks me forward, the harsh tug dipping my head down as he lets out a high pitched moan. Now, with better leverage, she stiffly sets into the luscious, glossy keratin with loving tenacity. She hums as she rigorously massages my most precious territory and claims it as her own, nothing short of utterly dominating me.
"I own you." She smiles to her favourite boy-slut as her hands harshly grip my glistening ridges, powerful fingers stiffly working their way into the glossy gossamer grooves. With a slight twist she lets her fingernails dig oh so carefully within a groove, making my body spasm with delight.
She pauses her hands for a single moment, digging into the lustrous gloss of my firm tissue so hard my heart stops.
"Cum." I scream as she squeezes down on my oh so sensitive horns so hard my vision goes white, her fingers never ceasing the merciless incursion of my tight grooves. I cry out as my cock shoots forth rope after rope of cum, seemingly never ceasing. My knees fully give out beneath me as I hang limp, unable to anything more than mumble as my draconic tongue whips around while drool travels its length.
"Holy. Shit." I hear Mina gasp with a tone somewhere between trepidation and religious awe. Jirou audibly gulps. "H-he came from just having his horns massaged… she dominated him s-so easily…" she raises a hand and shakily points a finger. "His tongue… it's longer than m-my entire vaginal canal..." I make an audible slurping sound as I reel in seven or eight inches of tongue back into my mouth.
The thighs of every girl in my vicinity clamp together as a series of gasping breaths echo around me. If having that much tongue out was enough to elicit that reaction, what would happen If I had the whole thing out?
Before I can consider this train of thought, Ochako grabs me by the chin and whispers in my ear a very clear set of instructions. I make to shake my head but she grabs me by the chin. I gulp. She strokes one of my horns again oh so dangerously.
I nod.