It was only a fleeting glance Ochako made at the woman with the big butt who walked past, but it was enough to earn her a disapproving tug at her cheek from her girlfriend, Izumi.

"Ow, ow, ow!" Ochako moaned, and not in a fun way.

"Occhan, you said you wouldn't do that anymore!" Izumi pouted. "Jeez, when I'm right here…"

"What? What do you think I was looking at?" Ochako asked innocently.

"Quit it! I know you were staring at that girl who just walked past."

"Whaaaat? You serious?"

"You are such a bad liar."

It was a beautiful spring day when Ochako Uraraka was walking hand-in-hand with her girlfriend, Izumi Midoriya. High school sweethearts turned badass crime-fighting duo, the two had graduated from U.A. high school three years prior and now led efforts against villains in their daily hero work.

Izumi was the inheritor of a very special and secret power: One For All. A power passed down through generations until finding its way into the hands of Izumi, an average quirkless girl. Trained by All Might, the greatest hero in the world, she had indeed stepped up to the plate.

Ochako herself wasn't doing too bad. She was a little upset at placing at number four instead of being in the top three but, as Izumi reminded her, it was petty to complain about it.

Standing at 6'0" tall with a stylish brown bob of hair that went a little past her shoulders, Ochako was an absolute beauty. The advent of quirks had pushed human evolution forward across the entire species, actively making people more physically attractive. For women this meant having generous curves, large breasts, sensational hips, and prominent and juicy buttocks. Most women had bombshell bodies now and flaunted them, and Ochako was no exception, rocking skimpy tops and short shorts on a daily basis.

She was quite happy with how she'd developed. Her breasts were the size of watermelons, and her gloriously massive butt squished delectably as she walked. Her thighs were thick, and her musculature was heavenly. She knew she got everybody's attention just by standing there.

Izumi herself had a comparable figure, standing at 6'2", with her green hair usually drawn into a ponytail. Her adorable freckles underscored gorgeous emerald eyes above delicate pink lips. What was most alluring, however, was her amazing bosom bouncing freely beneath her halter top. Not to mention how her butt sashayed with each step she took. Combine that with being the number one hero, and she was the most desired woman in the entire country. Perhaps the whole world.

And she was all Ochako's, a fact she frequently reminded herself of with glee, even as they got media attention as the hero industry's top lovesick couple.

Ochako had just gotten off the phone with a fashion designer, agreeing to meet the following month for updates to her and Izumi's hero costumes. With business over, she snaked a hand around Izumi's waist, coming up beneath her shirt and coyly tweaking her nipple. "Hot that you didn't wear a bra just because I asked you to…"

Izumi swatted Ochako's hand away. "Not now, babe."

"Not my fault you have such big milkers… I can't keep my hands off you!"

"Aw, sheesh," Izumi blushed, squeezing Ochako's hand. "Somebody's gonna notice…"

"Here, you can fondle mine too." Ochako grinned, guiding Izumi's hand to squeeze at her own chest. "I can't wait to hear you scream my name tonight."

"Not if I make you scream mine first," Izumi smirked, withdrawing her hand to hold Ochako's. They spotted a coffee shop. "Wanna stop there?"

They were about to enter when a sudden heat began welling inside Ochako. She felt woozy. Sick. Izumi held her up, panicking.

"Uh, Ochako…?"

"I don't feel… so…"

Ochako collapsed right outside the shop. Izumi, to put it simply, freaked out. "Help, help! Somebody, get an ice pack! Call the ambulance! Anybody…!? Oh, forget it!"

She gathered her girlfriend up in her arms and took to the skies even as people stared, using a combination of Fa-jin and Float to get to the closest hospital.


Following Ochako's fainting and subsequent queasiness, she underwent a quick check-up. Izumi paced back and forth nervously in the waiting room.

"It's nothing life-threatening, is it?" Izumi asked once she saw the stern-looking Dr. Iwamoto come out, her exotic lilac hair tied into a bun.

"No, no, nothing like that, just come along." Iwamoto guided Izumi along until they entered the room Ochako was in.

"OCHAKO!" Izumi bawled, bursting into tears on the spot. She hugged her girlfriend tight and wept openly even as her high-pressure waterworks got the front of her girlfriend's shirt wet. Ochako patted her head. It never ceased to amaze her how powerful her girlfriend's tear ducts were.

"It's fine, it's fine! I'm all okay. Jeez…" She sighed, more bemused than anything as she pried a still-crying Izumi off her. "So doc. Care to explain the problem?"

Iwamoto eyed the puddle of tears warily and pulled a mop out from the cabinet, cleaning it up. "Well, you haven't had your second quirk manifest, correct?"

"No," Ochako replied. "Though we've been wondering if I might not have one."

"Yes, well. You definitely have one. I tested your blood and it's like your hormones are going into overdrive."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning that your body's gearing itself up for something." Iwamoto pursed her lips, making her look even more guarded. That, and she was concentrating on pushing the mop underneath the cabinet to get the rest of Izumi's tears. "Considering your age and the fact I can't identify another source, it has to be your second quirk."

"Can't we find out what it is with a blood test or something?" Izumi asked, slowly getting her tear ducts under control.

"If quirks were that exact, we'd save ourselves a lot of trouble. But I do know that it's related to hormones, so there is one possible way of finding out…" Iwamoto trailed off. It took a few seconds for Ochako and Izumi to catch on, flushing red.

"Hang on, you can't just—"

"Seriously though, why-?"

"Girls," Iwamoto held up her hand to stop them, finished with mopping. "You aren't schoolkids anymore. Why be embarrassed about this?"

"I just didn't imagine hanky-panky bein' involved in my second quirk manifesting!" Ochako slipped into her regional dialect. "I mean, what if I hurt her? That'd be painful and embarrassin'!"

Iwamoto scoffed. "You think getting a little action is what's going to take out the number one hero?"

"When you put it like that…"

"Maybe," Izumi interrupted pessimistically.

"I highly doubt it's going to be anything overtly dangerous, just try it out," Iwamoto said. "Besides, from what I understand, Miss Midoriya's Danger Sense could take care of the rest."

"Uh, that only works when somebody actively wants to hurt me though. If it's an accident, then…"

"Quiet," Iwamoto hushed. She stood on her feet. "My prescription for you, Uravity, is this: bang your girlfriend."


That night, Ochako waited nervously on her and Izumi's bed. She was dressed in pink lace lingerie, the mesh barely hiding her rosy nipples. Her garter belt straps valiantly struggled to hold her thigh highs in place. It felt like it was her first time all over again. She pressed her fingers together.

It would be fine, she told herself. Just another lovely night with her girlfriend. Absolutely no mishaps would occur. This was fine, it would all be completely fine.

"Ochako, are you ready?" Izumi called from behind the door. "Yeah, I'm just… Come in!" Ochako replied.

The door clicked open. Izumi stood in the doorway, nervous but excited, in a sultry green teddie. Her breasts spread out in a fantastic display of cleavage, large, perky, and firm. Her hips stretched past washboard abs, the bottom of the teddie cupping her crotch, ending with a pair of amazing legs.

"W-what do you think?" Izumi asked shyly.

Ochako's heart began galloping. Izumi was normally confident, but seeing her slip back into the more demure approach she'd had in their early days was pushing all the right buttons for her. Ochako got up and held her close, appreciatively cupping one of her breasts through the teddie.

"I don't know if you've ever looked better," Ochako purred, leaning to put her head on her girlfriend's shoulder. Izumi giggled. "I know how much you like big boobs."

"Well, so do you," Ochako remarked as Izumi's fingers trailed up her own cleavage to tug at the bra wire.

"Mmm… Never predicted either of us would be prescribed to have sex, but now that we're here…"

Ochako nearly inhaled Izumi's lips before shecould finish that sentence. Their curvy bodies pressed together, hands trailing up and down. Breasts, hips, thighs, butts. Ochako possessively placed her hand on the back of Izumi's head, enjoying the feel of her soft green locks.

As their breasts smushed against one another, Ochako brought her thigh forward and pressed it against Izumi's crotch. The woman gasped, and Ochako took that moment to sweep her off her feet and deposit her on the bed. She laid Izumi on her back and continued making out with her, eagerly palming her breast as she did so.

"Naughty girl…"

"My pussy is fucking dripping for you."

"I can feel it," Izumi pressed Ochako's pussy against her stomach, getting a rush from the slick feeling of her wet underwear. Her washboard abs were the perfect thing to grind against.

Ochako kept massaging Izumi's breasts, pulling them up and down and loving the feel."If you want them so much, why don't you get it over with?" Izumi purred, lifting her arms behind her head to truly show her puppies. Safe to say, Ochako didn't need to be told twice.

She worked the teddie down, teasing at the fabric and tugging it to watch Izumi's massive breasts spring up and down. She finally pulled the lip of her cups down, her rosy nipples popping out.

"Mmm…" Ochako bent down, swallowing one of the perky teats whole. Izumi shuddered, cradling Ochako's head and encouraging her to continue sucking.

"Like a little baby…" Izumi crooned., laughing in sexual bliss as Ochako lightly bit at her nipple, groping the other. She tweaked the parallel nipple as she continued suckling, happy to stay in "Booby Heaven" as long as possible.

"I hope your tits never stop growing," Ochako panted, going to suck at the other breast now. "Please, I go through so many bras now," Izumi rolled her eyes, glinting with a naughty spark.

"I don't mind paying for them," Ochako retorted with a grin, placing her head in between the cleavage once again. "Motorboat?"

Izumi sighed with feigned exasperation, "Fine."

Ochako had to hold in her squeal of happiness. She squished Izumi's breasts against her cheek, enjoying the softness. Her nuzzling of the giant mammaries grew more intense, straight into full on rubbing her face right into them. Back and forth, tongue darting out and making them wet with saliva.

"That tickles!" Izumi giggled as Ochako's head became a blur. She'd become a pro at this, and she made sure to enjoy her girlfriends assets to their fullest at every opportunity.

Coming up for air, Ochako thrust her arms up, "My girlfriend's got the greatest tits in the world!"

Izumi took a deep breath as she recovered, "Something you seem very happy about, I can tell! Still…" She pulled Ochako down, the latter still panting as their chests pressed together, "Yours aren't too far off…"

Izumi sneaked a hand beneath Ochako's cup, fondling her breast. She hummed softly, happy to just be playing with such heavenly boobs. She tweaked a nipple, causing Ochako to gasp in pleasure. Licking her lips, Izumi took an example from her girlfriend and began sucking on the nipple.

Gazing up at Ochako, green eyes twinkling cutely, Izumi continued to suckle, a sweet sight that Ochako felt herself melting at in between the pleasuring ministrations of her girlfriend. She kept a hand on the back of her hand, encouraging her to take as much of her breast as was possible.

"You have such a lewd body," Izumi whispered, trailing up Ochako's legs. She pinched her thigh, savoring the squish of her thighs against her stockings.

"Yours is lewder," Ochako purred, groping her butt. Licking her lips, she pulled the teddie down further until it pooled around Izumi's waist. She began kissing her stomach, slurping at Izumi's belly button and relishing her partner's squeals of pleasure.

"O-Ochako!"

"You're so thick…" Ochako whispered, hands roaming up and down. "Enormous breasts," she squeezed her chest. "Muscles," she squeezed her bicep, feeling it flex. "And these childbearing hips…" Ochako bit her lip, caressing the slope of Izumi's waist as it flared out to her hips.

"Do you want a baby?" Izumi blurted out, clearly without intending to, promptly smacking her hands over her lips and flushing red. Ochako herself blushed red as well.

"A-a baby?"

"Uh, forget I said anything! I mean, it'd have to be a surrogate, but a kid of our own…" Izumi fanned her face, "Sorry, sorry, I'm ruining the mood."

Ochako grasped her hands and gave them a quick kiss. She was wearing her trademark bubbly smile, the one that always made Izumi feel all gooey on the inside. "I think that sounds wonderful."

"Huh?" Izumi blushed, moaning as Ochako suddenly went in to kiss her neck. Their legs were once again tangled, hands clasped together. Ochako found her lips again and wouldn't let go. They made out, sweetly and passionately, until Ochako drew away but still close enough so that their noses gently touched.

"We can talk about it later for sure. But right now… why don't we get to the good stuff?" She whispered with a lustful, devilish smile. The kind that made Izumi know that she was in the mood for ravishing tonight.

Exchanging some more heated kisses, Ochako began kissing down Izumi's body. Past her breasts, past her abdomen, all the way to her panties. Panting in anticipation, Ochako bit onto the band and yanked it down. All of Izumi was finally exposed to the cool air, and Ochako wasted no time eating away at her pussy.

"Hah, hahhhh!" Izumi moaned, back arching. "Fuck, Ochako, keep going!"

Ochako had become a champion at cunnilingus. What helped was her immense love for Izumi's tangy, delicious pussy. She licked and slobbered at it, as if she were savoring a full-course meal. Her mouth performed miracles against her lower lips, driving Izumi insane as Ochako slurped down all of her juices with delight.

"Don't stop, don't stop…" Izumi forced out. She held Ochako's head in place, pushing herself into that energetic tongue. "Oh God, yes! Yes, yes! Fuck, I'm cumming Ochako!"

Spasming, Izumi shrieked at the top of her lungs as Ochako gave her an explosive, heavy orgasm. Ochako kept licking at her all throughout it too, ensuring she went as crazy as possible. She kept stimulating the clit with her thumb throughout as well, until, at last, Izumi lay still, taking needy gasps of air.

Licking her lips, Ochako snaked up to her and held her hands, careful not to activate her quirk. She guided Izumi's hand to her lips and kissed the knuckles. "Hope that proves how crazy I am for you."

The next thing Ochako knew, she'd been flipped over. Izumi was over her, breasts dangling down to brush at her own bra-clad chest. She brushed a lock of green hair behind her ear, looking absolutely irresistible. She licked her lips, sliding forward with a knee lightly pressing at Ochako's crotch. She gasped in surprise, the sensitivity of her pussy driving her mad.

"Why don't I return the favor?" Izumi tore off Ochako's bra, letting her impressive mammaries bounce free at last. She began fiddling with her garter belt too, unhooking the straps. This made the thigh highs sag down to her knees in relief.

All the while, Izumi gave Ochako darting kisses. Their lips, needy and swollen from the kissing, met again and again. Their tongues wrestled, Izumi loving the taste of herself on Ochako's lips.

"You like tasting your own puss, huh?" Ochako managed to tease before Izumi captured her lips again. When she pulled back, her green eyes had widely dilated pupils. "I just like tasting all of you even when your mouth is covered in cum. Case in point…"

Izumi tugged down Ochako's panties, finally revealing her pussy. Crooning, she pressed a finger inside and delighted in her girlfriend shuddering in pleasure. "Good girl," she whispered huskily. Her tongue joined soon after, an interplay between fingering and cunnilingus that served as double duty on Ochako's pleasure center.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Ochako repeated, gyrating her hips into Izumi's chin. She tugged at her green hair, needing something to hold onto as Izumi drove her crazy.

"And then we do this…" Izumi added a second finger. Ochako would've been able to handle two fingers on their own but, paired with that devilish tongue eating away at her, she found her eyes widening and her back arching in response.

"It's so good! Izumi, you're so good! Keep going!" Izumi kept going wild against her lower lips, moving her head to better aid her tongue, furiously pumping her fingers out and out, all to work her adorable girlfriend to climax.

"I feel it, it's coming! Izumi… Yes! Yes, yes, yes… YESSSSS!" Ochako screamed, legs kicking in the throes of her passion. Izumi kept diligently licking at her until, at last, Ochako flopped back down on the bed, her body limp.

As Izumi wiped her lips with her arm, Ochako absentmindedly placed her fingers against her stomach, accidentally using Zero Gravity on herself. She began rising in the air, and a spark entered Izumi's eyes.

"Time for the grand finale," Izumi proclaimed. She grabbed Ochako by the waist, keeping her from drifting up to the ceiling, "our usual thing?"

Ochako grinned, breathing heavily, "Zero G sex?"

"You read my mind. It's my favorite, y'know,"Izumi smirked and activated Float.

As she drifted up, Ochako wrapped herself around her. "Mine too."

"Can't wait, huh? My pussy feels that good?"

"I live for rubbing your fat tits and pussy against mine."

"Nothing better than lesbian sex," Izumi crooned, aligning herself with Ochako. As they rotated in mid-air, the two stayed focused on joining with each other. With their legs in the right position, they inched forward until their pussies met, moaning at the contact.

"Fuck, this is good," Izumi breathed as they began to rock.

This wasn't like ordinary sex, bound by gravity. The two had to actively hug each other close to one another in order to make any sort of friction. That meant exercising their muscles to their fullest, making it as much training as it was gratifying sex. The more they tribbed like this, the better they got with Zero Gravity and Float.

"Mmm…" Ochako had Izumi's firm booty in her hands, using all of her muscles to grind their pussies together. Izumi did the same, firing up her super strength for greater leverage. Green electricity crackled around them, making Ochako's hair stand up along with Izumi's.

Guiding themselves to the ceiling, the two spun around until Ochako was keeping herself in place using the light fixture as a handhold. She nodded to Izumi, who planted her feet against the ceiling and, grasping Ochako's thighs, began piledriving her pussy against her lover's.

"This is so good," Izumi moaned, grinding their pussies together. With One For All giving an extra boost, the two experienced rocking upside down sex that was blowing the two away. The more Izumi grinded, the more Ochako felt herself losing control. In fact, she was aware of a strange bubbling sensation in the pit of her stomach that she couldn't quite place…

"Come on, come on, come on," Ochako panted. "Keep going Deku! Fuck me!"

"Hnnnngh!" Izumi kept grinding. With a final tug at Ochako's legs, she gave the last grind of friction that led to the two having a mutual orgasm. Letting go of each other and the light fixture, the two drifted off, drops of arousal floating every which way as they spasmed in separated directions.

Coming to their senses a few minutes later, the two kicked off the walls and met above the bed. They kissed and negated their quirks at the same moment, bouncing on the mattress.

With their bodies back on the bed, Izumi and Ochako took a second to catch their breaths and get used to gravity again. They each took long drinks of their waters. Finishing with a big exhale, the two turned to each other again, noting each other's eyes darkened by lust.

Ochako tackled Izumi into the bed, pressing her full body against hers. She wasted no time lining up their pussies once more and, with their legs intertwined, began riding her.

Eyes rolling back into her head, Izumi kept her hands on Ochako's hips, just to keep her in place and maintain that delicious friction.

"I could grind on your pussy the rest of my life," Ochako said, leaning down until she was chest-to-chest with Izumi. "Great!" Izumi replied, still red from lack of oxygen. "Cause I'm pretty addicted to yours…"

Framing Izumi's face, Ochako sneaked some more kisses out of her. "I love you… I love you!"

"Yes…"

"Oh, Izumi, I love you! I love you so much!"

Ochako felt the bubbling feeling well up inside her again. The nylon of her stockings rubbed against Izumi's thighs, the one piece of clothing that remained on both of them.

"Yes! Oh, I love you too Ochako!"

The bubbling feeling began to rise. Ochako felt feverish in the midst of her lovemaking. She just loved having sex with Izumi so much. Loved the feeling of her. The way she screamed and squirmed whenever they fucked. It wasn't just mindless sex or rubbing one out, this was genuine love making. Of that she was sure.

She was so lucky. To have met Izumi, to be with her. To continue being with her. Forever and always.

"You'll always be my number one," Ochako said, eyes closed in pure bliss. "Always."

"Ochako…" Izumi's lips were captured again. Ochako kept grinding, pressing Izumi firmly into the mattress as they made out. Their hands clasped together tightly, Ochako keeping a hand on her waist. As they ground, and ground, and ground against each other until—

"Ughhhh!" Ochako was back to sitting up, eyes tearing up from exertion. The bubbling sensation gave way to heat, and as she gave a final thrust, she felt an extra kick to her orgasm she couldn't quite explain.

Izumi, predictably, came at the same time. Both of them spasmed, backs arched, but keeping their pussies pressed flush together. As their orgasms abated, Ochako fell against Izumi as their muscles grew slack. The two were limp as fish for what felt like the tenth time already.

Some time later, whether it was seconds, minutes, or even an hour later, the two regained feeling in their limbs and settled into lying positions. They held hands, staring up at the ceiling.

"Wow," Izumi breathed out.

"Wow…" Ochako repeated.

"I mean, it's a tough competition but…" Izumi cracked a smile. "That might've been the best sex we've ever had."

"There was that one night in Nikko when we got the free inn stay."

"True. But something about you just seemed ravenous tonight. I daresay you're getting hornier with age."

Ochako scoffed. "Please, we're only 21 years old between the two of us. Still…" She got up on her side, caressing Izumi's body. "That had to be the best prescription a doctor's ever given me."

Izumi giggled. "Same." She pecked Ochako on the lips. "I'm just gonna go to the bathroom. If I can get some feeling back into my legs."

Ochako giggled, "same. I'll go after you."

As Izumi got up, Ochako drifted a hand over her stomach. She couldn't place what that strange feeling had been. Was it something she ate? Or… was that related to her second quirk?

Once they were both done in the bathroom, the girls tucked themselves in between the covers in panties and t-shirts. Izumi wore a shirt of Jiro's band "End of Villains," while Ochako wore one of Izumi's many plain text shirts. This one read "Champion."

"Any clue as to what your second quirk is?"

"I don't know. I thought I felt something at the end there, but… I can't be sure."

"Hm. Ah well, the sex was nice at the very least." She peeked an eye open at Ochako, smirking. "You always seem happy for an excuse to go at it. Honestly, this is better exercise than a standard workout could ever be."

Ochako made a mischievous face, her hand creeping over to Izumi's breast and grabbing a handful. Izumi gasped, looking at Ochako incredulously for her brazenness.

"True. Since so long as I've got your big tits on hand…"

"You are such a pervert."

"Hey, you get to enjoy mine as well!" Ochako guided Izumi's hand to her own chest, making her squeeze to cop a feel. "See?"

"Oh, Ochako…"

"Izumi!"

The two threw themselves at each other again, making out with their lips mashed together, hands daringly exploring each other's generous curves. Their lustful embrace continued well into when they finally got to sleep…


A month passed. Nothing seemed very different, so Ochako and Izumi continued on with their lives like normal, enjoying the spotlight the media cast on them as the hottest couple in Japan. All thoughts of Ochako's potential second quirk left their minds. Life was good, as simple as life of two top 5 heroines could be.

Except, there was something the two were beginning to notice even if neither had drawn attention to it yet. When they had sex, it seemed Ochako was growing more… aggressive. It was after she pulled Izumi's hair a little too hard one time, profusely apologizing, that it became apparent she was getting… very feisty in their lovemaking.

Ochako had been honest about her sexuality ever since overcoming her initial shyness around Izumi in high school. But now she felt this… hunger. And she was afraid of venting it all on Izumi. She was the most breathtaking woman she knew, but even she wasn't able to keep up with her bottomless lust.

It shamed her, but Ochako took frequent breaks from hero work to relieve her stress. She fingered herself in their agency's bathroom over and over, making sure to clean up her mess. Even going on patrol couldn't keep her mind off it. In fact, she felt handicapped by her constant horniness.

"What is happening to me?" Ochako asked Izumi, who was deep in thought.

"It has to do something with your second quirk, Ochako. No way around it. We've gotta go back to that Iwamoto and, if needed, seek extra help after."

The breaking point came when Izumi was keeled over the toilet one morning, nauseous. She couldn't stop until it was noon, stressing both of them out. So they decided to go into the clinic to get both of themselves another check up.

When they were in that afternoon, the two disclosed their symptoms. Iwamoto checked them both over, taking their pulse, checking their breathing, the usual stuff.

When she finished she looked stunned but positive, clapping her hands together. "I don't know how else to phrase this, so I'll just come out and say it: Congratulations!"

Whipping out a party popper, she pulled the string. Out came confetti raining down on Ochako and Izumi who remained still, waiting for her to elaborate.

"Congratulations about what?" Izumi asked, brushing the confetti off herself.

"This might be a lot to take in, but… Miss Midoriya, you're pregnant! What you experienced was just morning sickness."

Ochako and Izumi gagged on non-existent drinks, spluttering, and stammering in the aftermath.

"But I-Izumi, you've never—?"

"What? No! You know I don't like guys anyway!"

"That's not what I'm saying! Did you do the surrogacy without me though?"

"Of course not!"

"Wait, wait, there's a misunderstanding!" Iwamoto said, quieting the two down. "Midoriya is pregnant, but the one who sired the child wasn't a man. It was you, Uraraka. You're the father, for lack of a better term."

The couple were shocked. Izumi spoke up. "I'm… Ochako got me pregnant? But how!?"

"Isn't that just… you know?" Ochako made a scissoring gesture with her two hands interlocking.

"It is for everybody else. But not for somebody with a second quirk like yours. You might wanna stay seated for this one."

Ochako and Izumi sat stunned. "How is this possible?" Ochako asked. "I mean, I always imagined myself giving birth some day, but never… I never thought I'd get to sire a child, that's impossible."

"This is just a theory. It's still too early for an ultrasound, but if I had to guess, your quirk is able to sync up with eggs directly to complete the second half of their DNA sequence."

Ochako blinked, trying to process what Iwamoto had just said. Izumi sighed. "Sorry, academics wasn't her strong suit."

"Hey!"

"I'm teasing you, relax!" Izumi grinned, though still somewhat in shock. "Well, basically… eggs and sperm each have half of a DNA strand. When a sperm with the greatest difference to the egg is found, they meld and form a baby."

"Yeah."

"Now, in all cases you need sperm to get eggs. They're literally two halves of the same whole. But from what the good doctor is describing, your second quirk is able to bypass this process. It literally completes the other half of the DNA inside an egg all by yourself. You described a warm sensation after we had sex that one time, right?"

"Yeah…"

"I bet that was your quirk activating! It matched up with my egg and got me pregnant!"

"When did you get this feeling? Was it at the height of your coitus?"

"Uh, I guess…" Ochako said, embarrassed. "We were… going at it, if you catch my meaning."

"I do. Were you… scissoring?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Then if I had to guess, and best understand that this is just a hypothesis, which means if you keep your womb in close proximity to that of another woman's, you're able to set up the connection and find the egg to fertilize. The more you trib, the better the odds the other girl gets knocked up. Sexy, if I say so myself." She leaned back, amused.

"This doesn't mean I'm about to be pumped full of testosterone, does it?" Ochako asked wearily.

Iwamoto chuckled. "I doubt it. Your body will remain feminine as ever! Your quirk is just able to complete the second half of the DNA sequence. Quite remarkable. Groundbreaking, even."

"There's been research on producing stem cells that can undergo meiosis and become sperm," Izumi explained. "But your quirk doesn't need to do any of that. It's amazing! It's like… like some sort of egg link. Hey, maybe that's what we can call it!"

"Ugh, no, doesn't feel right." Ochako wrinkled her nose.

"Okay, then how about… Womb Link!"

Ochako sighed. "Fine, I guess it'll have to do."

"Hooray!" Izumi cheered, throwing herself over Ochako. The girl blushed. "I-Izumi?"

"It's just…" Izumi pulled away, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes. "A baby! We're actually having a baby together, Ochako! It's amazing. We're both going to be mothers."

"But technically I'm the father…"

"Well, considering the unusualness of the situation, it's probably more accurate to say you're both mothers anyway," Iwamoto said as she leaned back, smirking. She seemed genuinely intrigued. "I look forward to the future number one hero you two are going to produce."

The two blushed, saying thanks.

"Which is what makes this next bit the most awkward…" Iwamoto cast her gaze around, trying to avoid eye contact. "How do I put this… you know how you've been more aggressive in sex lately?"

"Yeah…?"

"Well, that's also because of Womb Link, I'm guessing. Your body is going into overdrive and in constant need to reproduce. The more time you go without, erm… breeding another woman, the worse it gets."

Ochako felt her heart skip a beat. "E-excuse me?"

"Sorry, Miss Uraraka, but I regret to inform you that without having an influx of multiple female partners to breed, your body is going to continue to be racked with the need for sexual release to the point you might be driven insane. Your biology demands your genetics be spread as far and wide as possible."

"But… but that means…"

"Either you find some random women to keep impregnating, or you take on some more lovers and enter a polyamorous relationship."

"What!?" Ochako got to her feet. "No way! Izumi's the only one for me! I mean, I look at other girls and stuff… and check out their butts… and the way their hair flows in the wind… oh, and I like the smell of their perfume too…"

"Pervert," Izumi muttered, making Ochako even more flustered. "But that's all irrelevant! I'm loyal to Izumi, and Izumi alone! And I am never going to cheat on her so long as I—"

"What are you crying about? Just do it." Izumi interrupted bluntly, cutting Ochako off mid speech.

"Wha…?"

"You think I'm going to be bothered just because you get more ladies? Please. I know I'm good enough to always stay your top girl. And besides…" She pulled Ochako down until she sat in her lap, looking her right in the eyes. "Whatever girls you bring in, I want a piece too. I've been thinking about it for a while, how hot a poly arrangement would be…"

"Th-that's…"

Ochako shuddered as Izumi brushed the underside of her chin. "As far as I'm concerned, we'll have an equal share. We know some girls who'd be down for it. Froppy, Bloodbite… They're all into girls just like we are. And they love big boobs. We've got that covered, don't you think?"

Izumi palmed one of Ochako's breasts, making her shudder. She whispered her next sentence into her ear. "Think how hot it would be to have more curvy babes to dote on. I know I'd be happy to share a harem with you."

"Uhhh… am I interrupting?" Iwamoto raised a hand, causing the girls to grow embarrassed and sit ramrod straight in their respective seats. "No, madame!" They both declared.

Sighing, Iwamoto swung back to her desk and filled out the rest of the patient file. "Well, that's my new prescription for you. Get yourself a harem. Or something."


The two ended up back at their agency, on the elevator up to the top floor.

"Well, this is a pleasant surprise," Izumi smiled. "You're able to give me and any other girl kids!"

"Not sure I'm ready for this," Ochako said nervously. "Besides, even if the others agree, which we're not entirely sure if they will–"

"They will," Izumi reassured her.

"–Who else is willing to get into a poly with us? Would they really be kinky or desperate enough to do so?"

The elevator dinged open, and they were met by a woman about a head shorter than both of them. She had spiky blonde hair, fierce red eyes, and Ochako couldn't help but notice how much her curves strained against her business suit, the top buttons on her shirt seemingly ready to fly off.

"Uh, hello," Ochako started. "You are…?"

"Mitsuki Murakami. I'm the fashion designer you contacted a month or so back. You wanted new looks for your suits?"

"Among other things," Ochako muttered, gesturing to the office. "Please, follow me. We have a lot to discuss."

"Certainly, Uravity." Ochako hung back a little to watch as Mitsuki's butt swayed back and forth, begging to be released from that skirt. She bit her lip.

Izumi sighed before following them. "Here we go."

Harem List:

Izumi Midoriya

Breeding To Survive List:

Ochako Uraraka

Hey y'all. Another fic going up. Will I commit to it regularly? Not sure. Just wanted a pure yuri Ochako harem story out there.

And yeah, the rules behind quirks in this story are a little different. Just to spice it up and make things sexier. Mitsuki never married either, meaning no Masaru and especially no Katsuki, which is why she has a different surname in this fic. It's her maiden name.

How many girls will there be? A considerable number. Will I ever manage to do that much? Again, not sure. This is a very episodic, UNserious story. Just some silly lesbian smut.

With that, I bid you adieu. See ya, folks!