"Yep, they're definitely bigger," came the thought of one Jirou Kyoka. She was alone in the girl's bathroom, the door already locked to prevent anyone from barging in. Jirou was checking out her assets in the mirror, as the clothes she wore when she first got stranded on the island didn't fit her anymore. Her tits had grown by at least two cups, making her a C-cup, and her nonexistent ass now jiggled when she walked.

Her thoughts wandered to, as it now usually did, to Midori. His damned freckles, his adorable face…it did things to her. She originally had liked Kaminari, or Jamming Whey she affectionately called him when he…when he…

She shook her head, dispelling the morose thoughts. She had a person to find.

Midoriya was walking along, about to go to his room and rest when hands shot out of a nearby closet and pulled him in.

"Gah!" he shouted in surprise before a hand slapped over his mouth, shushing him up. He looked around and found centuries-out-of-date cleaning supplies, bleach, a broom, and a mop and its bucket in the room with him.

"Ssh! Midori, it's me, Jirou!" the girl told him before retracting her hand, allowing him to speak once more. "I needed to speak with you."

"This is the maintenance closet, Jirou. This is the most cliche hiding place you could've chosen," he told her, but his smile betrayed his tone of voice.

"I'm sorry that I didn't take us to the Bahamas of hiding places, Midori," Kyoka sarcastically said, a smile also on her face.

"You're forgiven," he cheeked out, "but what do you need to speak with me about?"

"It's about…well, me."

"What about you?"

"Promise you won't laugh?"

Midoriya raised an eyebrow before giving a resolute nod, "I promise."

Jirou fidgeted for a moment before undoing her button up shirt, slowly presenting her C-cup breasts to her friend. "I-I know they're small and not as i-impressive as Uraraka or Yaomomo, but…do you l-like them?" she meekly asked.

"This is…sudden, but of course I like them," Midoriya answered confidently, enjoying the sight as he got a raging erection, a common occurence it seems. "Jirou, wanna know a secret?" She nodded, not trusting her voice. "Tits are tits, asses are asses. Both are good, no matter what size they are. Sure, does the size affect what you can do 'em? Yes, but it doesn't matter. You're still you, and you're breathtaking."

"R-really?" Kyoka asked tentatively, wanting to believe him.

"Yeah!" he confirmed. "Can I, uh, touch you?" he asked unsurely, reverting back to how he used to be.

"Please," she said as she pushed out her assets to him. He reached out and started tugging and playing with her nipples, making her moan in pleasure. He cupped the breasts and brought his mouth to one of them, suckling on the teat like a newborn babe.

Jirou orgasmed from the sudden stimulation, embarrassed that she was acting so wantonly. Her love juices trailed down her legs from her aflamed pussy, which was demanding attention. "Hey, um, Midori? Can you…touch me?"

"I'm already touching you?" he asked as he continued to suck on her nipple, confused.

"I mean! Down there? My pussy really—"

Midoriya brought down one of his scarred and calloused hands down to her snatch and quickly found her clit, thankful of all the times he's had with the others for the practice and experience. He played with the nub, rubbing it with his pointer finger as he delved his middle and ring finger into her cunt, going knuckle-deep.

"Oh! That feels real good…" Jirou moaned out, loving how rough he was being. She thought, when she was younger, that her first time would be on a bed with her husband, making loving and gentle love. Reality was far better though as Midori's fingers hit and rubbed all the sensitive spots with flying colors, even going the extra mile by hitting spots she didn't know existed. She came several times from his ministrations and she wondered why something felt off before Jirou realized: She was being selfish. Here she was, standing in the closet with Midori and receiving all this toe-curling pleasure and he wasn't getting stimulated at all. "Midori," she began, looking down at his painful-looking erection that was straining tightly in his jeans, "don't you want to feel good too?"

"I, erm, you don't have to do anything to me if you don't want to, Jirou," he sidestepped.

"That—oh, right there!—I mean, that doesn't answer the question," she said huskily, putting a stopping hand on her classmate's scarred hand that was pleasuring her. She tentatively approached his face and the two did an Eskimo kiss, nuzzling into each other as they smelled each other.

Jirou smelled like flowers while Midoriya smelled manly and musky, in a good way. It was intoxicating and compelling, her pussy telling her to drop to her knees and pleasure him with her dirty bimbo slut mouth.

So that's what she did, kneeling on the floor as she undid the front of Midoriya's jeans. She pulled down both that and his underwear, freeing his 9 inch erection. It was girthy and big in all directions, the term "Bitch Breaker" coming to mind when she looked at it. Midoriya's smell somehow doubled in potency when his cock was free, making her head all fuzzy and making her a submissive slut. It had visible veins running all along it, and it was purplish-red; it looked painful.

"Doesn't this hurt?" Kyoka asked as she wrapped her comparatively small hand around it, beginning to give him a handjob. His precum was acting as a primitive lube, making noises that sounded as loud as gunfire in the otherwise silent closet.

"Ooh. It does, but what you're doing is making the pain go away," he told her, relaxing into it.

She stared at his dick, loving how hot it was, the intoxicating smell, and like before a primal urge presented itself, telling her to wrap her small mouth around it and suck. Jirou knew that she shouldn't, that it might stretch her mouth, but lust clouded her mind as she dragged her tongue from the his testicles up to the sensitive head.

"Oh my god, that feels wonderful. Good girl," Midoriya praised her, resting a gentle but firm hand on the back of her head.

Being called a "good girl" did things to her, made her feel like she was doing a good job as she engulfed his cock, taking inch after inch down her tight and narrow throat. Surprising the both of them Jirou wasn't choking. Emboldened, she kept going until she was nose-deep against his well-groomed pubic hair.

"W-wow," he simply said, feeling like he was going to pop any second. He did his damndest not to, as that would ruin the experience.

Kyoka began to bob her head up and down his girthy and manly dick, unknowingly face-fucking at the speed she was going at. The sounds of glucking filled the room, Midoriya enjoying the tight, hot, moist cavern that was his classmate's throat.

"J-Jirou, I-I'm gonna cum!" he warned her (unlike with Yaoyorozu), as Kyoka was doing an excellent job pleasuring him.

She went faster and increased the suction before plunging her head down as deep as it could go, getting right up against his pubic hair. He let loose, releasing wave after wave of his thick, salty, and viscous cum. She had to swallow ten or so times, each one being a big mouthful. It went on for so long that she got lightheaded, and when she was done she felt his cum sticking to the back of her throat.

But she…kinda liked it? It wasn't making it hard to breathe and with every breath she made it reminded her of his tasty cum, which was a good thing in her opinion.

They both heard her Virus Marker go off but they both ignored it, both trying to catch their breath. Jirou rested his still erect cock against the side of her face, asking, "Do you need another round?"

"No no, it's okay. I need to save some for the others," Midoriya told her. "Sorry I called you a 'good girl,'" he apologized, his face turning crismon.

"Ilikedit!" she hurriedly got out, also blushing brightly. "Next time we do this, call me a 'good girl' again, please?" Jirou requested timidly, getting up and putting on her clothes, with the young man copying after her.

"I-I-I, uh, um, yeah! I mean, yeah. Will do, Jirou."

It was a day later and everyone was crowded around the reception desk in the lobby of The HQ. Momo was sitting in the only chair, at the helm of the Windows 98 computer; everyone else standing nearby, trying to get a good look at the ancient monitor, all of them curious of the secrets the desktop held. Yaoyorozu, with her lithe pointer finger, pressed against the power button of the computer, the splash screen of the OS displaying on the screen. The password entering screen appeared shortly after, and after typing in the password (which was "Abernathy Hills" backwards) she was able to enter the desktop and saw various file icons and applications, one in particular reading "Journals." Navigating with the provided mouse Momo double-clicked on it, waiting a couple of seconds before it opened. The text that displayed was typed in English, which Midoriya and Yaoyorozu both read aloud for the sake of others who couldn't read it.

Day 04 Very little foot traffic on this island, I don't even know why they even needed an American receptionist who is bilingual (with Japanese) for a remote island. No one new shows up, it's just the same old men and the occasional woman drifting in and out of the Fort Meister every day. Something about a science experiment or whatever. But the pay is good, damn good, so I guess a little boredom each day is worth it. Day 09 They brought in six or so high schoolers from some part of Japan, or at least they look like high schoolers. Don't know why and don't see how they could be useful to whatever the hell the scientists do here. One of them was a fat guy with a face only a mother could love, who sweated like a pig from the heat of the island. He strikes me the wrong way, and I don't mean his demeanor. I saw him leering at the girls who came with him, sick bastard. But they don't pay me enough to strike up a complaint with the head doctor, so there's that. Day 16 Something weird has been going on at Fort Meister, involving the high school students. One of the scientists, who I buttered up with alcohol, spilled some company secrets on what's happening here. Apparently they're creating a bioweapon, whatever that is (doesn't sound good though), and they're testing it on our new arrivals to see the effects it'll do. I'm not a smart man or a scientist, but something inside of me is saying that isn't right, and that they shouldn't be making the next Black Plague (from what the scientist told me). I feel bad for the girls, even the fatso who's a creep. Day 20 One of the high schoolers died, a girl named "A" something. Oh god, she was experiencing something like a fever and had heart problems and then she keeled over and died in the conference room. I'm heading back to Fort Henry to sleep tonight like I always do, except something tells me I won't sleep soundly tonight. Day 21 Everyone is being evacuated from the island, from all the Forts, even Fort Welder. We're all going to take an experimental cure for whatever they unleashed on the island. They say they're leaving the island to rot, and that all the experiments are to be stopped immediately and that the buildings be left where they stand (not demolished or anything). Before I leave, I want to type down one more thing: The bioweapon/virus they were working on was created in Fort Welder and the cure for it is hidden behind a fake wall in one of the rooms in the building. That scientist should really learn to keep his mouth shut when spilling secrets, but I don't care. I'm leaving right now.

"Goodness, there's already a cure on the island?! We must find it at all costs if you all want to survive!" Recovery Girl piped up from the back.

"But Recovery Girl, we don't know where this 'Fort Welder' place is on the island," Kendo pointed out.

"We have all the time in the world, on account of the rescue team taking their sweet time," Midnight-sensei countered. "After dinner I'll round up five of the most athletic people we have to scour the island and find it, understand, everyone?"

"Yes, Midnight-sensei!" they all agreed, a plan slowly forming.

It was time to get cured.