Izuku--
I sat at my desk, textbooks and notes sprawled out in front of me, the quiet hum of my dorm room offering a semblance of peace amidst the chaos of university life at U.A. Academy. The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over my cluttered study space. I was so absorbed in my studies that I almost missed the soft knock at my door.
"Come in," I called, not bothering to look up from my notes.
The door creaked open, and a familiar, sultry voice filled the room. "Izuku, darling, are you busy?"
I glanced up, my heart skipping a beat as I saw Midnight standing in the doorway. Her figure, clad in her signature revealing outfit, was a stark contrast to the mundane surroundings of my dorm room. Her presence was like a force of nature, demanding attention and respect.
"Uh, Midnight! No, I mean, yes, I was studying, but it's okay. What can I do for you?" I stammered, feeling my face heat up.
She stepped into the room, her heels clicking softly against the floor. "I need a favor, Izuku," she said, her tone sweet yet tinged with mischief. "And it's something only you can help me with."
I felt a mix of confusion and curiosity bubbling inside me. "What kind of favor?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Midnight smiled, a playful glint in her eyes. "You see, I need a new... bedroom toy. And I thought, why not make it interesting? I want you to transform for me."
My mind raced, trying to process her words. "You mean, use my quirk to become... a Dildo?" I asked, incredulously.
"Exactly!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together in excitement. "You're special, Izuku. I wouldn't ask just anyone to do this, you know."
I gulped, my throat suddenly dry. The idea was bizarre, yet the way she presented it made it sound almost... reasonable. And the thought of being able to help her, to be chosen for something unique, stirred a sense of pride within me.
"Alright," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do it."
Midnight's eyes lit up with delight. "Wonderful! I knew I could count on you." She moved closer, her presence overwhelming. Leaning down, she whispered in my ear, "I wouldn't ask just anyone to do this, you know."
I activated my quirk, the ability to transform into any object. The sensation was strange, a tingling warmth spreading through my body. Midnight stepped back, watching with keen interest as a blue glow enveloped me, signaling the beginning of my transformation.
I felt my body morphing, reshaping itself into something entirely different. My vision blurred, and I lost my balance, collapsing onto the floor. The transformation was complete.
The world seemed vastly different now. Midnight's towering figure loomed over me as she bent down and picked me up. I caught a glimpse of my new form in the mirror—a green-colored Dildo, completely unassuming in her hand.
Midnight held me up to her body, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Welcome to your new life, hunny," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and affection.
My world became a blur as Midnight carried me back to her empty classroom. The once familiar corridors of U.A. University felt strangely alien from my new perspective. Her footsteps echoed softly against the tiled floor, each step a reminder of my new, bizarre reality.
As we entered her classroom, the scent of chalk dust and her faint perfume filled the air. She gently placed me on her desk, the cool surface a stark contrast to the warmth of her hands. I lay there, still adjusting to my new form, surrounded by stacks of student papers that now seemed like towering structures.
Midnight's face appeared above me, her eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and satisfaction. She picked me up again, her touch firm yet careful, and brought me closer to her body. The warmth of her skin radiated through me as she positioned me near her entrance.
It was then I realized that my eyes were at the tip of my new form, giving me a clear view of her nether region. The realization was both shocking and fascinating, adding another layer of strangeness to the situation.
"Don't worry, Izuku," she murmured, her voice a soothing melody that resonated through my entire being. "Just follow my lead, and you'll do perfectly."
Without further ado, she thrust me inside her. The sensation was overwhelming—a blend of heat, pressure, and an almost suffocating closeness. I was a bit too big at first, causing her to pause and guide me with gentle contractions and whispered instructions.
"That's it, Izuku. Just a little smaller... perfect," she said, her tone filled with satisfaction as I adjusted my size to fit her comfortably.
She began to place her costume on, her motions calm and deliberate. I could feel the rhythmic pulse of her heartbeat, the steady rise and fall of her breathing. Each subtle shift and movement was a reminder of my new purpose, my willingness to help in any way I could.
Midnight's fingers brushed against me, pushing me deeper inside as she readjusted her uniform. The sensation was both intimate and surreal, a constant reminder of the unusual circumstances. As she pulled her costume into place, the pressure increased, and I found myself firmly nestled within her.
Her costume was snug, the fabric pressing against me in a way that was both comforting and restrictive. She started by sliding her arms into the sleeves, each movement causing me to shift slightly inside her. I felt the tug of the fabric as she adjusted it over her shoulders, the tightness adding to the sense of closeness between us.
Next, she smoothed the costume over her chest and torso, the tight material molding to her curves. Every touch, every adjustment was a reminder of my new role, my new place. She pulled the costume down over her hips, the fabric pressing me even more snugly inside her.
As she finished adjusting her costume, she looked in the mirror, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. She gave a final push on the outside, ensuring I was securely in place, the pressure adding a new layer of intimacy to our connection.
"Welcome to your new life, hunny," she said softly, a contented smile playing on her lips. The words resonated through me, a testament to my willingness to embrace this strange new reality.
--Midnight--
As I carried Izuku back to my empty classroom, I could feel the anticipation building within me. The quiet hallways of U.A. University echoed with the click of my heels, a stark contrast to the turmoil of excitement I felt inside. Entering the classroom, I gently placed him on my desk, the cool surface a temporary resting place before the real adventure began.
Picking him up again, I positioned him near my entrance. I could see his eyes at the tip of his new form, a strange yet endearing reminder of who he truly was. Without further hesitation, I thrust him inside me. The initial sensation was intense; he was too big at first, causing me to gasp softly.
"Just a little smaller, Izuku," I whispered, guiding him with gentle contractions of my muscles. "You need to adjust to fit perfectly."
I felt him responding, his form shifting slightly, becoming smaller. The pressure eased, and I could feel him settling into place, fitting just right. The sensation was a delightful mix of fullness and comfort, a perfect blend that left me feeling satisfied and eager for what was to come.
"That's perfect," I murmured, a smile spreading across my lips as I felt him adjust. "Now, just stay like that."
With Izuku securely inside me, I moved to readjust my uniform. I started by sliding my arms into the sleeves, each motion causing him to shift slightly within me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I took a moment to savor the feeling, biting my lip to keep from gasping aloud.
Next, I smoothed the fabric over my chest and torso, the tight material molding to my curves. Every touch, every adjustment was a reminder of the intimate connection we now shared. I pulled the costume down over my hips, the snug fit pressing Izuku even more firmly inside me. The pressure was exquisite, adding a layer of intimacy and control to our connection.
Once my costume was in place, I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of completeness. I was ready to face the day, knowing that my secret would remain hidden, adding an extra thrill to every interaction.
--Izuku--
My world was confined and suffused with warmth as Midnight walked through the quiet corridors of U.A. University. Each step she took caused me to bob up and down slightly, the movement pressing me gently against her inner walls. The sensation was a constant reminder of my strange new reality, but I was determined to make the best of it.
I could feel her heartbeat, a steady rhythm that set the pace for the subtle contractions of her muscles. Every step brought a new wave of pressure and warmth, and I quickly learned to wiggle myself slightly, adding to her pleasure and keeping her in a happy mood. It was a strange form of communication, but one that I hoped was appreciated.
--Midnight--
I walked through the halls with practiced ease, my face a mask of composure. Years of experience as the R-rated hero had taught me how to maintain control in any situation, but this was something entirely different. With each step, I felt Izuku moving inside me, his subtle wiggling keeping me on edge and filled with a delicious sense of anticipation.
Every shift of his form, every gentle nudge, sent shivers through my body. I bit my tongue to keep from gasping aloud, a small smile playing on my lips. This was indeed a great idea. It added an unexpected thrill to the mundane task of walking to the teachers' lounge.
--Izuku--
I felt every step, every shift of Midnight's body. The gentle rise and fall, the subtle contractions of her muscles, the warmth surrounding me—it was an overwhelming symphony of sensations. I focused on moving just enough to keep her happy, wiggling slightly whenever I felt the opportunity.
Each movement seemed to elicit a response from her, a tightening of her muscles or a slight change in her breathing. It was a strange form of feedback, but it was all I had to go on. I hoped it was enough to show her that I was willing to help in any way I could.
--Midnight--
I reached the teachers' lounge and took a deep breath, preparing to face my colleagues. As I sat down, a gasp escaped my lips before I could stifle it. The pressure of sitting caused Izuku to press even more tightly against my inner walls, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I quickly masked my reaction, slipping into the role of the composed, professional teacher.
"Midnight, you alright?" Aizawa's voice was filled with his usual monotone concern.
"I'm fine," I replied smoothly, flashing a reassuring smile. "Just a long day."
As I began discussing upcoming U.A. activities with Aizawa and Present Mic, I felt Izuku's presence within me, a constant reminder of our secret. Every word I spoke, every breath I took, was accompanied by the subtle, delightful pressure of him moving inside me. It added a layer of excitement to the otherwise mundane conversation, making me feel more alive and engaged.
--Izuku--
I could hear the muffled voices of Aizawa and Present Mic, their words indistinct but filled with the familiar tones of conversation. I felt Midnight's breathing change, her voice steady and composed despite the intimate situation. It was impressive, really, how she managed to keep such control.
I continued to move ever so slightly, hoping to maintain the delicate balance that kept her happy. It was a strange, surreal experience, but one that I found myself strangely proud to be part of. I was helping her in a way that no one else could, and that meant something.
--Midnight--
As the conversation flowed, I felt a sense of pride in my ability to maintain my composure. The thrill of having Izuku inside me, his subtle movements keeping me on edge, was a delicious secret that only I knew. It made the mundane task of discussing school activities feel exciting and new.
I glanced around the room, my colleagues oblivious to the intimate connection I shared with my student. It was a heady feeling, one that made me feel more alive and in control than ever before. I took a deep breath, steadying myself, and continued the conversation with a smile.
I sat, maintaining a composed exterior as I conversed with Aizawa and Present Mic about upcoming U.A. activities. Every word I spoke was measured, my face a mask of calm professionalism. Yet, beneath that facade, an intense, delightful tension simmered, thanks to Izuku's presence inside me.
As I shifted in my seat to get more comfortable, a wave of pleasure rippled through me. Izuku moved, his form clenching against my inner walls in a way that sent shivers up my spine. Despite my best efforts, a tiny moan escaped my lips. I quickly turned it into a cough, glancing at Aizawa and Present Mic to see if they noticed.
"You okay, Midnight?" Present Mic asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm fine," I replied, smiling smoothly. "Just a tickle in my throat."
--Izuku--
I could hear the muffled conversation outside, but my focus was entirely on the sensations surrounding me. The warmth, the rhythmic pulse of Midnight's body, and the subtle shifts as she moved all contributed to a sensory overload. When she shifted and a wave of pleasure rolled through her, I felt it too, the tight embrace of her walls squeezing me in response.
An idea formed in my mind. I decided to test the limits of my new form and see if I could enhance her pleasure. I grew just a tiny bit, pressing more firmly against her walls, feeling her react instantly. Then I shrank slightly, only to grow again. The effect was immediate and powerful.
--Midnight--
As I tried to focus on the conversation, another wave of pleasure hit me, more intense this time. Izuku had changed his size, growing tighter against my walls before shrinking again. He repeated this several times, each time sending a jolt of sensation through my body. It was hard to keep my composure.
I adjusted myself in my seat, clenching my fists subtly to anchor myself. My colleagues continued talking, seemingly oblivious to the turmoil inside me. Each time Izuku grew and shrank, a new surge of pleasure coursed through me. It took all my willpower to maintain my professional demeanor.
"So, about the sports festival," Aizawa was saying, his voice steady and monotone. "We need to finalize the schedule."
"Yes, of course," I replied, my voice slightly strained. I bit my lip, feeling another wave of pleasure. "I'm on it."
--Izuku--
I felt Midnight's reactions, her muscles clenching around me in response to my movements. It was a strange and intimate connection, knowing that I could bring her pleasure even in this form. I continued my pattern of growing and shrinking, hoping to keep her happy and engaged.
The pressure and warmth were almost overwhelming, but I focused on maintaining the delicate balance. Each time I grew, I felt her walls tighten around me, and each time I shrank, there was a momentary release before the next wave. It was a constant dance of sensation.
--Midnight--
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The pleasure was building, making it difficult to concentrate. I shifted in my seat again, feeling Izuku's movements intensify the sensations. It was both exhilarating and challenging to keep a straight face.
"Midnight, you seem a bit distracted," Present Mic noted, his tone curious.
"I'm just fine," I managed to say, forcing a smile. "It's been a long day."
As the conversation continued, I focused on my breathing, using the techniques I had learned over years of hero work to maintain control. The thrill of our secret added a layer of excitement to the otherwise mundane meeting.
--Izuku--
I continued my efforts, sensing Midnight's pleasure with each change in size. It was a strange form of communication, but one that felt incredibly meaningful. I hoped that my actions were making her happy, providing a small comfort in her busy day.
Each movement, each shift, reinforced my resolve. I was determined to be of help in any way I could, even in this unusual form. The connection between us was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and it filled me with a sense of purpose.
--Midnight--
As the meeting drew to a close, I felt a sense of relief and satisfaction. Despite the challenges, I had managed to maintain my composure, thanks in no small part to Izuku. The pleasure he brought me was a constant reminder of our unique connection, a secret thrill that made everything more exciting.
"Well, I think that's everything," Aizawa said, gathering his papers.
"Yes, thank you," I replied, standing up carefully. "Let's get to work."
With a final, subtle shift, I felt Izuku settle into place, ready for whatever came next. As I walked out of the lounge, a small, contented smile played on my lips. This was our secret, and it was perfect.
As Aizawa and Present Mic walked away from the table, I felt a wave of relief. The tension of maintaining my composure was beginning to take its toll. Just as I started to relax, Izuku decided to make his presence known again. He grew slightly larger, pressing more firmly against my inner walls, and began to wiggle before shrinking a bit once more.
The sensation was overwhelming. My grip on the edge of the table tightened, my knuckles turning white as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. I bit my lip, trying to stifle a moan, but it was no use. The intensity of the sensations coursing through me was too much. I could feel my body responding, the wave of an orgasm crashing over me with a force I had never experienced before.
--Izuku--
The moment I felt Midnight's body tense, I knew she was close. I increased my size slightly, pressing harder against her walls while wiggling gently. The reaction was immediate and intense. Her muscles clenched around me, the tight embrace sending a wave of heat through my form.
I felt her walls tremble and convulse with such power that it left me breathless. Her release coated me completely, the warmth and moisture enveloping me in a way that was both overwhelming and strangely comforting. The force of her orgasm was unlike anything I had ever experienced, a testament to our unique connection.
--Midnight--
My body trembled as the orgasm subsided, leaving me breathless and flushed. I released the table, my fingers aching from the tight grip. I took a few heavy breaths, trying to compose myself. Just then, Cementos approached me, his expression serious as he began discussing my task as the referee for the upcoming event.
"Midnight, are you okay? You seem a bit… out of breath," Cementos observed, his tone concerned.
"I'm fine," I managed to say, forcing a smile despite the exhaustion that weighed down on me. "Just a bit winded. It's been a long day."
--Izuku--
I could hear the muffled conversation outside, but my focus was on the sensations surrounding me. Midnight's body was still trembling slightly, the aftershocks of her orgasm creating a rhythmic pulse around me. I tried to remain still, hoping to give her a moment to recover.
Her breathing was heavy, each inhale and exhale sending subtle vibrations through me. The warmth of her release still surrounded me, a reminder of the intense connection we had just shared. It was a surreal experience, but one that made me feel strangely proud. I had been able to bring her pleasure, to make her happy in a way that no one else could.
--Midnight--
As I listened to Cementos, I found it difficult to focus. My body was still tingling from the intensity of the orgasm, and I could feel Izuku's presence inside me, a constant reminder of our secret. It was hard to concentrate on the details of the task at hand, but I forced myself to pay attention, nodding politely as Cementos explained my responsibilities.
"Thank you, Cementos. I appreciate the update," I said, my voice slightly strained. "I'll make sure everything goes smoothly."
He nodded and walked away, leaving me alone at the table. I took a moment to collect myself, taking deep breaths to steady my racing heart. The flush on my face was still present, a telltale sign of the pleasure I had just experienced.
--Izuku--
I could sense that Midnight was struggling to maintain her composure. Her body was still reacting to the intensity of the orgasm, and I could feel her muscles contracting slightly around me. I tried to remain as still as possible, hoping to give her some relief.
The conversation outside continued, but my focus was entirely on Midnight. Her breathing was gradually returning to normal, each breath a reminder of the intimate connection we shared. It was a strange feeling, knowing that I was inside her, a part of her in such a unique way.
--Midnight--
As I stood up from the table, I could feel my legs trembling slightly. The walk back to my office seemed longer than usual, each step a reminder of the intense pleasure I had just experienced. Izuku's presence inside me was a constant source of warmth and comfort, and I couldn't help but smile at the thought of our secret.
I had not expected this event to be as great as it was. The thrill of having Izuku inside me, the intensity of the pleasure he brought, was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was a secret that I cherished, a unique connection that made me feel more alive than ever before.
As I reached the door to the teachers' lounge, I took one last deep breath, steadying myself. The flush on my face had begun to fade, replaced by a contented glow. With a final, subtle shift, I felt Izuku settle into place, ready for whatever came next.
"Thank you, Izuku," I whispered softly, a small smile playing on my lips. "For everything."
With that, I stepped out of the lounge, feeling a sense of satisfaction and anticipation for what lay ahead.
--The-End--For-Now--
(This Author does not guarantee Part 2 will be the next chapter...Sorry)