Izuku--
Mei had summoned me down to her lab with that particular gleam in her eye—one that spoke of impending experimentation and the thrill of discovery. Despite her sometimes overwhelming enthusiasm, I always enjoyed our sessions. It was a chance to push the limits of my quirk and see what new boundaries I could explore.
"Midoriya, you're going to love this!" she exclaimed, her voice vibrating with excitement. "I have some new tests for your quirk."
I could feel my heart race with anticipation. My quirk, which allowed me to shrink to the size of an ant and transformed my body into a rubber-like material, had always fascinated me. The world looked so different from down there, and the abilities it gave me were both strange and exhilarating.
"Alright, Mei. Let's see what you've got planned," I replied, trying to match her enthusiasm.
Without hesitation, I focused on my quirk and felt the familiar tingle as my body began to shrink. Four inches tall seemed like a good starting point, and I stood on the cold metal bench, looking up at Mei, who now towered over me like a giant.
The cold metal bench felt vast and alien as I stood on it, reduced to a mere four inches in height. Mei loomed over me, her face alight with a mixture of excitement and scientific curiosity. She held a massive textbook in her hands, the corners worn from countless hours of use. I could see the title, but it seemed irrelevant compared to the impending test.
"Alright, Midoriya, ready?" she asked, her voice booming from above. There was a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
I nodded, bracing myself. The familiar sensation of my body shrinking, my muscles contracting, and my bones compacting until I was nothing more than a small, rubbery version of myself, settled in. The world transformed into an intimidating landscape of gigantic proportions.
With a swift motion, Mei brought the textbook down. The rush of air displaced by its descent whooshed around me, and then, all at once, the heavy tome collided with my tiny form. The impact was immediate and overwhelming. My body compressed under the weight, flattening like a piece of clay being pressed between two surfaces.
The pressure was intense, but there was no pain. My unique quirk, which turned my body into rubber, ensured that I could withstand such forces. Still, the sensation was unlike anything else. I could feel every fiber of the book pressing into me, the coolness of the metal bench seeping through my flattened form. The texture of the paper fibers, the slight give of the metal surface beneath me—every detail was amplified.
Time seemed to stretch on. I couldn't move, couldn't see anything but the dark underside of the book pressing down on me. The weight was constant, unyielding, yet there was a strange comfort in knowing that my body could handle it. I focused on my breathing, slow and steady, despite the pressure constricting me.
Minutes passed, though it felt much longer. Eventually, I sensed the slight shift in pressure as Mei prepared to lift the book. Slowly, the weight began to lessen, and light seeped in around the edges. With a final, almost reluctant lift, she removed the textbook, revealing my flattened form on the bench.
For a moment, I lay there, feeling the cool air against my squished body. Then, like a spring uncoiling, I began to reform. My body, stretched thin and wide, started to contract and pull together. It was a bizarre sensation—like every part of me was being drawn back into place by invisible hands.
Once fully reformed, I stretched my limbs, testing them. Everything felt normal, if a bit wobbly. I looked up at Mei, who was already jotting down notes, her eyes flicking back to me with that same intense curiosity.
"How did that feel, Midoriya?" she asked, her pen poised above the notepad.
"Strange," I admitted, rolling my shoulders to shake off the lingering stiffness. "Like being pressed flat but without any pain. More like...being squeezed by a giant cushion."
Mei nodded thoughtfully, scribbling something in her notes. "Interesting. Your quirk's adaptability is fascinating."
Next came the shoe. Shrinking down another inch, I found myself staring up at the sole of a sneaker. Mei's grin widened as she positioned it above me. The rubbery texture of the sole filled my vision, and then, with another swift motion, it came down.
The shoe's impact was different from the book. The rubber sole had more give, compressing me in a way that felt almost soft, like being caught in a giant eraser. My body stretched and molded to fit the pattern of the tread, each groove and ridge imprinting itself on my form. I felt like a piece of chewed gum, pliable and elastic.
Mei held the shoe in place for a moment, then shifted her weight, grinding it slightly. The sensation was bizarre, a mix of pressure and movement that left me feeling more like an object than a person. Yet, my body continued to adapt, flattening and stretching without any damage.
Finally, she lifted the shoe, and I reformed once more. My body, having been squished and stretched, bounced back to its original shape. I stood there, catching my breath, while Mei took more notes.
"Your body acts just like rubber," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "Amazing."
"Thanks, Mei," I said, a grin spreading across my face. Despite the oddness of the tests, I felt a sense of accomplishment. Each experiment brought me closer to understanding the full extent of my quirk, and that knowledge was invaluable in my journey to become a hero.
"Your body acts like chewing gum," Mei noted, her eyes gleaming with stars.
I stood on the bench, now just three inches tall, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity. Mei's experiments were always unconventional, but I trusted her. She had proven time and again that she had a keen understanding of quirks and how to test them. Today was no different.
"Alright, Midoriya," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "This next test might feel a bit weird, but bear with me."
Before I could respond, she reached down and picked me up between her fingers. The sensation of being lifted so effortlessly, as if I were a toy, was something I had gotten used to, yet it never ceased to amaze me. She brought me closer to her face, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.
And then, with a swift motion, she popped me into her mouth.
The warmth and moisture enveloped me instantly. It was a surreal experience, being inside Mei's mouth. Her tongue was a soft, wet surface beneath me, and I could feel the ridges of her palate above. The air was humid, and the sound of her breathing was loud and rhythmic.
Then she began to chew.
The first press of her teeth was startling. My rubbery body squished and deformed under the pressure, molding to the shape of her bite. There was no pain, just an intense sensation of being compressed and stretched. Her teeth felt like firm, relentless pads, pushing and grinding against me. Each movement of her jaw was a new wave of pressure, altering my shape in different ways.
As she continued to chew, I could feel my body reacting like gum. I was pliable, stretchy, adapting to every motion of her mouth. Her tongue moved me around, pressing me against her teeth, then pulling me back. The sensation was constant and overwhelming, a mix of being squeezed and released, over and over.
Minutes passed, though it felt much longer. I was acutely aware of every detail—the warmth, the wetness, the rhythmic grinding. It was an oddly intimate experience, being inside someone's mouth, yet it also felt like just another test of my quirk's limits.
Finally, she stopped chewing and brought me to the front of her mouth. With a gentle push of her tongue, she spat me out onto a tray on the table. I landed with a wet plop, my body still in its chewed-up form.
The cool air against my damp, flattened body was a relief. Slowly, I began to reform, my rubbery structure pulling back together until I was once again standing upright. I felt a bit wobbly, but otherwise fine.
Mei was already jotting down notes, her eyes flicking up to me occasionally. "Incredible, Midoriya. Your body handled that so well. How do you feel?"
"Strange, but okay," I replied, shaking off the lingering sensations. "Like being chewed up and spat out, but not hurt at all."
She nodded, a satisfied smile on her face. "Your quirk's adaptability is just amazing. Thank you for being such a good sport."
Mei's eyes sparkled with a new idea. Her curiosity and inventiveness were both exhilarating and a little unnerving. I had to admit, her enthusiasm was infectious.
"Alright, Midoriya," she said, pulling her shirt over her head and unclasping her bra. I tried to maintain my composure, reminding myself that this was purely for scientific purposes. "I have a new experiment in mind."
As I stood on the cold metal table, now shrunken to a mere three inches, my eyes were drawn upwards to Mei's towering form. Her enthusiasm for these experiments was always palpable, but today, there was an added layer of intensity in her gaze.
"Ready for the next test, Midoriya?" she asked, her voice booming from above.
Before I could respond, she began to unbutton her shirt, her movements deliberate and precise. As the fabric fell away, her bra came into view, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and nervousness. When she unclasped her bra, her breasts were fully revealed, hanging above me like twin mountains of flesh.
The sheer scale of them was mesmerizing. Each subtle movement sent ripples through the soft skin, and I could see the fine details—the slight sheen of perspiration, the gentle rise and fall with each breath. They seemed impossibly large from my perspective, dominating my field of vision and casting a warm, shadowy glow over my tiny form.
For a moment, I was utterly entranced. The sheer size and presence of Mei's breasts, looming above me, was overwhelming. The warmth radiated from her skin, and I could even feel the gentle breeze created by her movements. It was a strange, hypnotic sight, and I found myself staring, captivated by the sheer enormity and softness of them.
Then Mei's hands descended, gently but firmly pressing me down onto the table. Her touch was both authoritative and careful, flattening my body into a pliable, putty-like form. The mesmerizing sight of her breasts gave way to the intense sensation of being compressed and molded.
Once I was thoroughly flattened, she lifted her hands and began to mold me, spreading my putty-like form onto her breasts. The warmth of her skin contrasted sharply with the cold table, and I felt every contour and curve as she worked. Her touch was methodical, spreading me evenly across both breasts, smoothing me out like a second skin.
It was a bizarre, almost surreal experience. I felt myself adhering to her, my body becoming a part of her. My vision, still intact, shifted as she continued to spread me around, unaware that my eyes had positioned themselves over her nipples. The sensation of her skin beneath me was incredibly detailed, every pore and hair follicle registering in my mind.
After a few minutes of this meticulous spreading, Mei seemed satisfied. She reached for her bra and shirt, slipping them back on. The tightness of the fabric pressing me firmly against her skin, compressing my putty-like form further. The world darkened as she secured her bra and pulled her shirt back over her head, enclosing me in a tight, warm cocoon.
I could feel myself merging more closely with her skin, my form adapting to every movement and contour. My eyes, now molded with her nipples, experienced a strange new perspective, adding another layer to the surreal nature of the experiment.
Mei grabbed her breasts a couple of times, adjusting her clothes and testing the fit. Each squeeze sent a ripple through my putty-like form, intensifying the connection. She looked down at herself, clearly satisfied with her work.
"This experiment could take a while, okay, Greeny?" she said out loud, her tone casual, as if this were just another day in the lab.
Her voice reverberated through my entire being, reminding me of my unique situation. Despite the strangeness of it all, I felt a sense of determination. This was another step in understanding my quirk, no matter how unconventional the method.
Encased in the warmth and tightness of Mei's clothes, I prepared myself for the duration of the experiment. Every movement she made, every shift and adjustment, became an intricate part of my awareness. This was a new frontier in the exploration of my quirk, and I was ready to see where it would take me.
Mei's focus shifted away from me as soon as she started working on her other projects. I was a part of her now, spread thin and tightly molded against her breasts like a second skin. With each step she took, I was jostled and bounced around, my rubbery form adapting to every movement. It was an odd mix of sensations—being compressed and stretched in different ways as she moved, a constant reminder of my unique predicament.
Time seemed to blur as the hours passed. Mei's steady activity kept me in a state of perpetual motion, and soon she began to sweat. The thin sheen of perspiration coated me, making me stick even more to her skin. The warmth and moisture added another layer to the already intense experience, each droplet of sweat melding into my form and making our connection even more intimate.
After what felt like an eternity, Mei headed to the locker room to change. The familiar hum of conversation filled the air as the other girls chatted and laughed. I heard Mina's voice, bubbly and energetic, as she approached Mei.
"Hey, Mei, your girls are looking great today!" Mina exclaimed, her eyes bright with mischief. Without warning, she reached out and gave Mei's breasts a playful squeeze. Her hands covered my face, pressing me further into Mei's soft flesh as she fondled her breasts.
Mina's touch was firm and playful, her fingers kneading and squeezing. The sensation was overwhelming, each squeeze sending ripples through my form. I could feel her hands pressing and releasing, the warmth of her skin adding to the already intense heat.
When Mina finally stepped back, Mei turned to look in the mirror. She walked up to it, her breasts—and me along with them—swinging from side to side with each step. As she got closer, her eyes narrowed, scrutinizing her reflection. For a brief, hopeful moment, I thought she might recognize me.
But Mei only smiled, bringing her hands up to her breasts and giving them a few appreciative squeezes. "They're looking good today, aren't they?" she said aloud, her tone filled with satisfaction.
Just then, Tsuyu approached from behind, wrapping her arms around Mei's waist and resting her chin on her shoulder. "Yes, they certainly do," Tsuyu agreed, her voice sultry as she gazed at Mei's reflection in the mirror.
Her hands joined Mei's, adding to the pressure and movement. Tsuyu's fingers were cool and firm, contrasting with Mei's warmth. The combination of their touches sent a series of sensations through my body, each squeeze and fondle blurring the line between where I ended and they began.
Trapped within this bizarre and intimate experiment, I could only hope that eventually, someone would recognize me. Until then, I was at the mercy of every squeeze, every step, and every playful touch, experiencing the world through this unique and surreal lens.
As Mei moved towards the showers, each step sent a ripple through my form. I was now intimately connected to her, no longer feeling like the person I once was but rather like an extension of her body—her breasts. The sensations were overwhelming, yet oddly comforting. My world bounced and jostled with each of her movements, a constant reminder of my new existence.
From my unique vantage point, I watched as she turned on the shower, the water spraying out in a warm, steady stream. The first droplets hit me with a surprising force, each one a tiny hammer that sent waves of sensation through my form. The warmth seeped into me, blending seamlessly with Mei's natural heat, creating a cocoon of comforting warmth.
Mei reached for the bottle of liquid soap, her fingers closing around it with practiced ease. As she squeezed a generous amount into her palm, the fruity scent filled the steamy air. She began to lather her breasts—lather me—in circular motions. The soap was slick and smooth, her hands gliding effortlessly over my surface. The sensation was both soothing and exhilarating, a rhythmic pattern that blurred the boundaries between us even further.
Each movement of her hands was a new wave of sensation. The way she spread the soap, the pressure of her fingers, the circular motions—it all combined to create an intoxicating experience. I felt every detail, every ridge and curve of her skin, every subtle shift and press. It was as if I was no longer just observing but truly a part of her, experiencing everything firsthand.
Just as I was getting lost in the comforting rhythm, Mina approached. Her presence was unmistakable, a burst of energy that filled the steamy space. She wrapped her arms around Mei, her breasts pressing firmly against me. The contact was electric, a jolt of sensation that intensified everything.
"Hey there," Mina whispered, her voice a soft murmur that vibrated through my entire being. She began to kiss Mei, her lips trailing along her neck before capturing her mouth in a passionate kiss. The kiss was slow and deep, each motion deliberate and sensual.
As Mina's breasts rubbed against me, I was caught in the middle of their movements. The friction, the warmth, the slippery soap—it was overwhelming. Every touch, every press, was a new wave of sensation. I could feel their bodies moving in harmony, a dance of intimacy that I was now a part of. The sensation of their kisses, the way their skin moved and slid against each other, was a symphony of touch and warmth.
When they finally parted, a thin string of saliva connected their lips for a moment before breaking and falling onto me. The droplet mixed with the soap, adding another layer to the slick, slippery feeling that covered me. Yet, despite the strangeness of it all, I felt a deep sense of contentment. I was part of Mei's world, sharing in her experiences in a way I never could have imagined.
Mei continued to rinse off the soap, her hands now kneading her breasts more firmly. The water washed away the suds, but the tactile memory of her lathering, of Mina's kisses, and the intense sensations remained vivid. Each knead and squeeze felt like a reassurance, a grounding touch that kept me connected to her.
Once she was satisfied that she was clean, Mei stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel. She dried off quickly, the rough fabric brushing against me in brisk, efficient motions. The cool air of the locker room hit me as she moved to get dressed, and I could feel the slight chill contrasting with her residual warmth.
She chose a bra that was slightly too small, compressing me even more against her skin, and then pulled on a tight crop top that emphasized her curves. The fabric stretched taut, and my vision went dark, my senses now focused solely on the tactile. Every movement she made, every step and shift, was a new experience of pressure and motion.
Later that night, Mei climbed into bed, the day's exhaustion finally catching up with her. She lay there, a small furrow of thought crossing her brow as if she was trying to remember something. But the thought slipped away, and she settled into the comfort of her bed, not worrying about whatever had momentarily crossed her mind.
As the night wore on, I felt myself drifting further from my human memories. The experiences of the day—the warmth, the pressure, the movement—all blended together into a comforting haze.
The more I became part of Mei, the more my human past seemed to fade, replaced by the immediate, visceral reality of my new existence. And as the darkness of sleep enveloped us both, I felt a strange sense of peace, content to be a part of something larger, to share in Mei's world in this unique, intimate way.
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Note: Trying a new kind of transformation.
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