had a rare day off from U.A. University, and I decided to surprise my mom with a visit. The sun was shining brightly, and the warm spring breeze made the walk to her apartment rather pleasant.

As I approached the familiar building, nostalgia washed over me. This place held so many memories—both happy and challenging—but it was home.

I arrived at my mom's apartment, the familiar sight bringing a smile to my face. I hadn't seen her in a while, and I was looking forward to surprising her. Pulling out my key, I unlocked the door and stepped inside, expecting to be greeted by her warm smile and the comforting aroma of her cooking.

"Mom?" I called out, but the apartment was eerily silent. I closed the door behind me and took off my shoes, glancing around. Everything seemed in place—the cozy living room, her knitting project on the couch, and the faint smell of her favorite lavender air freshener. But something felt off.

As I wandered through the apartment, my footsteps muffled by the carpet, I noticed a faint, unusual glow emanating from down the hallway. It was coming from her bedroom, the door slightly ajar.

My heart skipped a beat as curiosity and concern urged me forward.I approached the door cautiously, the glow growing brighter with each step. The light was soft yet otherworldly, casting strange shadows on the hallway walls. I pushed the door open a bit more and peered inside.

The glow was coming from a small metallic ball on her nightstand, next to a half-filled bowl of condoms. I blinked, taken aback by the odd combination. The metallic ball seemed out of place, almost otherworldly. Intrigued, I reached out to pick it up.

The moment my fingers touched the cool surface, a brilliant light engulfed me. I felt a sudden nausea, my stomach churning as my body lifted off the ground. Panic set in as my vision blurred, the world spinning wildly around me. I tried to scream, but no sound escaped my lips.

Time seemed to stretch into eternity as my body twisted and turned in the light. I could feel myself shrinking, my limbs and features contorting into an unrecognizable form. The sensation was both painful and surreal, as if I were being molded like clay.

When the light finally dimmed, I found myself suspended in mid-air, feeling profoundly different. Smaller. Helpless. A few seconds later, I began to fall, descending towards the bowl on the nightstand. I landed with a soft thud among the condoms, the realization of my predicament slowly dawning on me.

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Panic set in as I tried to make sense of my situation. I couldn't feel my body, couldn't turn my head. The only thing I could do was stare up at the ceiling with my one "eye." Time seemed to stretch endlessly as I lay there, immobile and helpless.I waited for what felt like an eternity, my mind racing with questions and fears.

What had that ball done to me? Why couldn't I move? As minutes turned into hours, despair started to creep in. Would I be stuck like this forever?The sound of the front door opening shattered the silence. My heart—if I even still had one—leapt at the noise.

Footsteps echoed through the house, accompanied by the familiar giggle of my mother and a deeper, more resonant laugh. All Might. The footsteps grew louder, drawing closer to the bedroom.

The door to my mother's room opened with a soft creak, and I could hear and All Might walk in, They were holding hands, laughing about something that had happened during their outing.

Mom noticed the metallic ball on the floor almost immediately. She walked over and picked it up, a smirk playing on her lips. Turning to face All Might, she laughed softly."It looks like an intruder broke into my room while we were out," she said, her tone light and amused.All Might looked puzzled, his brows knitting together in confusion. "What do you mean, Inko?"

Her smirk widened as she explained, "This ball has a special power, Anyone who touches it other than me gets transformed into a condom for me to use. The best part? Once transformed, everyone who knew them forgets they ever existed."Her words hit me like a punch to the gut.

The shock and horror of my situation deepened as I realized the implications. My own mother had forgotten I ever existed. As I lay there, helpless and unable to communicate, despair washed over me. The person I had looked up to the most, who had been my biggest supporter, no longer remembered me.All Might's confusion gave way to understanding, then to shock. "That's... quite a power," he said slowly, his gaze shifting to the bowl on the nightstand where I lay.

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Trapped in my new form, all I could do was listen. The familiar creak of the bed signaled that Mom and All Might had sat down. My vantage point allowed me only a view of the ceiling and the occasional glimpse of movement from the corner of my vision.

Their soft, intimate murmurs reached my ears, growing louder and more passionate. The sound of their lips meeting and the gentle rustle of clothing made my stomach churn, a mix of discomfort and the cold, hard reality of my situation. I couldn't see them, but the escalating intensity of their makeout session was painfully clear.

"All Might..." Mom's voice was breathless, her tone filled with affection.

"Toshinori..." she moaned, using his real name, which she only did in the privacy of their moments together. The intimacy of hearing my mother speak like that sent a shiver through me, adding to the surreal horror of my predicament.

Minutes passed, each one feeling like an eternity. Their moans grew louder, more frequent, filling the room with a palpable tension. I tried to block out the sounds, but there was no escape. I was forced to listen to every whisper, every sigh.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over the bowl I was in, casting me into darkness. My pulse quickened as I realized it was Mom's hand, reaching in. Her fingers hovered for a moment before descending, selecting me from among the other condoms.

I could only stare in shock as her hand turned downward, fingers closing around me with a grip that felt both foreign and invasive. She picked me up with ease, lifting me out of the bowl. The world around me blurred, colors and shapes smearing together as I was moved.

When my vision steadied, I found myself eye-level with All Might. His expression was one of eager anticipation, unaware of the true nature of the object in Mom's hand.

"Time to wrap up," Mom said with a light giggle, her tone playful and teasing.

I wanted to scream, to beg them to stop, but no sound would come. All I could do was hang there, helpless and horrified, as the reality of my transformation became even more unbearable. My mind raced, desperately searching for a way out, but the more I struggled, the more trapped I felt.

This nightmare was far from over, and I could only hope that somehow, someway, I would find a way to reverse this terrible fate and reclaim my life. Until then, I had no choice but to endure the unimaginable, clinging to the hope that I would be saved from this living hell.

I could do nothing as Mom's fingers deftly tore open the wrapper that surrounded me. The crinkling of the plastic and the sensation of being freed from the packaging sent a fresh wave of horror through me. She discarded the wrapper with a casual flick, her focus entirely on the task at hand.

As I was peeled onto All Might's member, the reality of my situation hit me with brutal clarity. I could feel every bump, every vein that throbbed on his massive appendage. The warmth radiating from his skin was almost unbearable, a constant reminder of my humiliating transformation. I stretched as much as I could, trying desperately to cover him, but it was painfully clear that I was too small.

Each pulse, each throb sent waves of sensation through my form. The intimate details of his anatomy were impossible to ignore, searing themselves into my consciousness. I wanted to escape, to find some way out of this nightmare, but I was utterly trapped, forced to endure the unbearable

From my vantage point at the tip of All Might's member, I watched in horror as he stood up and faced Mom, her legs spread wide in eager readiness. The sight of her moist entrance looming closer made me want to scream, but no sound would come.

Before I could fully comprehend the situation, All Might thrust forward, and I was plunged into Mom's folds with brutal speed. The heat, the pressure, and the overwhelming sensation of being inside her were indescribable.

All Might started with slow, deliberate movements, but as Mom's demands grew more insistent, he picked up the pace. Each thrust sent me deeper into a personal hell.

I was stretched and compressed with every movement, my entire being consumed by the rhythm of their lovemaking. The world around me became a blur of motion and sensation, each thrust a reminder of my helplessness.

Every thrust sent me deeper, the rhythmic motion becoming a torturous dance of compression and release. I could feel every subtle shift, every contraction, as her body responded to All Might's powerful movements. The sounds of their pleasure—their moans, their gasps—were a cruel soundtrack to my personal hell.

All Might's pace quickened, and the force of each thrust grew more intense. My entire being was stretched and squeezed with every motion, my existence reduced to a series of brutal impacts. The friction was unbearable, a constant reminder of my helplessness.

Time seemed to blur, each second stretching into an eternity of torment. The physical sensations were overpowering, but it was the psychological weight that was the hardest to bear. I was trapped in a nightmare, forced to endure an intimacy that was both grotesque and deeply personal.

Time lost all meaning as the thrusts continued. Minutes felt like hours, and the relentless pace showed no signs of stopping. Mom's moans and All Might's grunts filled the room, creating a twisted symphony of pleasure and pain.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I felt All Might's member come to a halt. I braced myself, knowing what was coming next. The pressure built up, and I felt the explosion of white goo fill me. The force of it was overwhelming, stretching me even further as I tried desperately to contain it. I felt like a balloon being filled to the point of bursting.

When All Might finally withdrew from Mom, the sensation was accompanied by a sickening plop. I was left filled and stretched to my limits, my mind reeling from the horror of it all. As they lay together, sated and content, I remained trapped in my nightmarish form, my spirit battered and broken.

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After they finished, Inko and All Might lay next to each other, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Their breathing was heavy but content, the room filled with a comfortable silence. I hung off All Might's now softer member, stretched and used, feeling utterly defeated.

Minutes passed, and the room's warmth settled around them like a comforting blanket. Inko's laughter filled the space as they shared quiet moments of intimacy. But my reality was far from theirs. I was a prisoner, my senses overwhelmed by the tactile reality of All Might's skin, each pulse of his heartbeat a cruel reminder of my predicament.

Suddenly, Inko casually looked over at the used condom. Her giant face loomed into my vision, her features magnified and distorted. Her eyes, usually so kind and gentle, were now cold and unfeeling. She peeled me off All Might's member with a practiced ease, her touch impersonal and indifferent.

As she held me in front of her face, I could see every detail—the slight furrow of her brow, the faint lines around her eyes, and the way her lips curled into a satisfied smile. But it was her eyes that captured my attention. There was no recognition, no spark of memory. Just a cold, detached gaze.

"Whoever you were," she said, her voice dripping with disdain, "I hope it was worth losing your identity trying to rob me."

The words struck deep, a cruel twist of the knife that was already embedded in my heart. She had no idea who I was, no inkling that her own son was the one she held in her hand. The depth of my despair seemed to know no bounds as I realized just how complete my erasure was.

With a casual flick, she tossed me into the air. The world spun around me, a dizzying blur of colors and shapes. I landed with a soft thud in a garbage can. The sight that greeted me was a new level of horror—a pile of other used and broken condoms, discarded without a second thought.

The stench was overwhelming, a mix of latex and bodily fluids. The sheer indignity of my new surroundings was almost too much to bear. I lay there, among the discarded refuse, feeling more alone and forgotten than ever before.

As Inko and All Might continued to lie together, talking softly and sharing their post-coital bliss, I was left to contemplate my fate. The enormity of my situation weighed heavily on me, but somewhere deep inside, a spark of determination remained. This was not the end. I would find a way to reverse this transformation, to make my mother remember me and reclaim my life.

For now, all I could do was endure, clinging to that tiny ember of hope. The road ahead would be long and difficult, but I was Izuku Midoriya. I had faced impossible odds before, and I would do so again.

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