The sun was setting over the U.A. University campus, casting a warm golden hue over the buildings. The evening breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass and the faint sounds of students wrapping up their day. I was on my way to visit Katsuki Bakugo, my long-time rival and begrudging friend. He lived off-campus in a small apartment that was as messy as his explosive temper.
I knocked on his door, and after a few moments with no response, I tried the handle. It was unlocked, so I let myself in. "Kacchan?" I called out, stepping into the cluttered living room. The sound of running water from the bathroom suggested he was busy.
I glanced around, noticing the usual disarray: clothes strewn about, dishes piled in the sink, and a general sense of chaos that seemed to follow Katsuki wherever he went. My attention was drawn to his dresser, where something strange caught my eye: a metallic ball, glinting in the fading light. Curiosity got the better of me, and I wandered over, picking it up.
"Kacchan, what's this?" I asked aloud, even though I knew he couldn't hear me over the sound of the shower. The sphere felt oddly warm, almost alive, in my hand.
As I examined the ball, it suddenly began to glow with an intense blue light. My heart raced as the world around me seemed to twist and churn. The room blurred, and my body felt like it was dissolving into light. Panic set in, and I could no longer feel the ground beneath my feet. I was a ball of light, zipping around the room erratically.
My vision spun wildly until I found myself hurtling toward the floor in front of a mirror. There, sitting in plain view, was a fleshlight. I crashed into it, and everything went dark.
When I came to, I felt confined, my body immobile. I tried to move, but nothing responded except for my eyes, which blinked open to reveal an unexpected sight. I was staring at the ceiling from a low angle, and in front of me was a mirror. In the reflection, I saw the fleshlight, but it had my eyes, wide with horror and disbelief, perched right above its entrance.
Panic surged through me as I tried to comprehend my situation. I attempted to blink, to look around, but I could only see straight ahead. The realization that I was trapped in this form began to set in, and I felt a wave of nausea, though my new body couldn't respond to it.
The water stopped running, and I could hear the faint sound of Katsuki moving around in the bathroom. My heart—or whatever semblance of a heart I now had—pounded as his footsteps echoed through the small apartment. Each step sounded like a giant stomp, reverberating through my confined space. My vision was fixed on the mirror, and I could see the doorway reflected within it, dread building with every second.
Katsuki emerged, steam billowing behind him. He was covered only in a towel, water droplets glistening on his muscular frame. His blond hair was damp, spiked in wild directions. He rubbed a towel over his head as he made his way into the room, completely unaware of my plight.
Every step he took seemed to shake the ground, each movement a reminder of how powerless I was. In the mirror, I watched as he approached, his figure growing larger and more imposing with each step. He tossed the towel aside, revealing his well-defined abs and the rest of his chiseled physique. His presence was overwhelming, both familiar and terrifying in this new perspective.
I saw his hand reach for me in the reflection, rough and calloused from years of training. My vision jerked as he picked me up, gripping my new form without a hint of hesitation. His movements were casual, routine, and I was helpless to stop him.
Katsuki's fingers closed around me, and I felt a shift in perspective as he lifted me from the floor. My view spun wildly, catching glimpses of the ceiling and the walls, disorienting me further. The movement stopped, and I found myself face-to-face with his member.
It was inches away from my eyes, throbbing and glistening with beads of sweat. The skin was taut, veins prominent, and I could see every minute detail with horrifying clarity. The heat radiating from it was palpable, and the musky scent filled my senses, overwhelming me.
As he adjusted his grip, my eyes were drawn upward to his abs. They were well-defined, each muscle clearly visible and flexing with every slight movement he made. The ridges and valleys of his abdominal muscles were mesmerizing, a testament to his rigorous training and discipline.
His chest rose and fell steadily, each breath emphasizing the powerful physique he had honed over the years. Despite the sheer terror of my situation, I couldn't help but acknowledge the raw physical power Katsuki possessed.
My vision remained locked on the intimidating sight of his member and his abs, and I was utterly powerless to do anything but watch as the nightmare unfolded before me.
Katsuki brought me closer to his throbbing member, and the proximity made my senses flare with intense clarity. The heat and musk were overpowering as he positioned me directly in front of his erect manhood. I could feel the anticipation in the air, every second stretching into an eternity.
Slowly, he guided himself into my entrance, and I felt an overwhelming sensation as his tip breached my "mouth." Inch by inch, he pushed deeper, and I could feel every contour and ridge of his length sliding inside me. The initial intrusion was slow, deliberate, and unbearably intense. My view was filled with the sight of his abs tensing and relaxing with each gentle thrust.
Once he had fully seated himself within me, Katsuki began to move. The initial pace was slow, almost teasing. He withdrew almost completely before sliding back in, each thrust more assured than the last. The sensation was a heady mix of discomfort and the bizarre new reality of my existence. His abs flexed rhythmically, each movement rippling through his powerful form.
Gradually, his pace quickened. The slow, deliberate thrusts gave way to a more urgent rhythm. Katsuki's breathing grew heavier, and I could feel his heart pounding through the connection we shared. The room filled with the sounds of his exertion and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh.
The faster he moved, the more intense the sensations became. I could taste the salty tang of his sweat, feel the heat emanating from his body, and the friction as he pumped in and out of me. My vision was locked onto his abs, watching the muscles contract and release with each powerful thrust. The world outside of this experience seemed to blur into insignificance.
Time lost all meaning as Katsuki continued his relentless pace. Minutes felt like hours, and hours felt like days. The only constants were the rhythm of his movements and the overwhelming sensations that flooded my consciousness. Katsuki was completely lost in his own pleasure, oblivious to the torment I was enduring.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Katsuki's movements became erratic. He tensed, his abs and chest tightening as he braced himself.
With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside me, and I felt an overwhelming rush as he let go. Huge spurts of hot, white goo erupted from him, filling the interior of my mouth with a sickening warmth. The sensation was both repulsive and inescapable, a humiliating testament to my helplessness.
The thick liquid coated every inch of my insides, clinging to the walls of my new form. It was relentless, each spurt adding to the growing pool of his release. Some of it began to leak out of the corners of my mouth, seeping down and further emphasizing the degrading reality of my situation.
Katsuki's breathing slowed as he finally withdrew from me, leaving me feeling empty and violated. The remnants of his release dripped from my mouth, a stark reminder of the ordeal I had just endured. He sighed contentedly, oblivious to the torment he had inflicted, and placed me back on the floor.
My eyes met my reflection in the mirror, and I could see the evidence of his climax still leaking from my form. It was a grim reminder of the nightmare I was trapped in, and I could only hope for some form of salvation from this horrifying fate.
His breathing slowed, and he withdrew from me, leaving me feeling empty and defiled. Katsuki sighed contentedly, placing me back on the floor. I rolled slightly, my eyes once again meeting my reflection in the mirror. The sight was a grim reminder of the nightmare I was trapped in, and I could only hope for some form of salvation from this horrifying fate.
The sight was jarring: a standard fleshlight, except for my eyes, staring back at me with a mix of horror and disbelief. It was surreal, watching my own expression shift in a way that a fleshlight should never be capable of. The once-familiar features of my face were now grotesquely out of place on this obscene object.
I tried to blink, to move, to do anything to break free from this nightmare, but nothing worked. My reflection was a constant reminder of the absurdity and horror of my situation. I was trapped, helpless, in a world that made no sense.
Hours passed, or maybe it was just minutes—time had lost all meaning. Katsuki's rhythmic breathing filled the room, a stark contrast to my own racing thoughts. I could only watch as the minutes dragged on, praying for some form of salvation.
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