Izuku becomes a condom for Momo to use with Ochako
(This was inspired by the show Black Mirror, where they can take people's consciousness out of their bodies and put them in objects)
Izuku's consciousness gets placed into a condom and he goes for wild ride.
Izuku–
The metallic clang of tools and the hum of machinery greeted me as I stepped into Mei Hatsume's lab. The place was a chaotic marvel, a testament to her boundless creativity and unyielding enthusiasm. The smell of solder and machine oil permeated the air, and sparks occasionally flew from the corner where Mei was bent over a workbench. Her pink hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, goggles firmly in place, as she worked on some new contraption.
"Hey, Mei!" I called out, trying to get her attention over the cacophony of sounds.
She looked up, her eyes lighting up with that familiar spark of excitement. "Izuku! Perfect timing!" She bounded over to me, grabbing my arm with surprising strength and pulling me towards the center of the lab. There stood a strange, sleek machine, wires snaking out in every direction, and a bed-like platform covered in electrodes.
"What's this?" I asked, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
"This," she said with a dramatic flourish, "is my latest invention! It can transfer your consciousness into an inanimate object. Imagine the possibilities! You could spy on villains, gather intel, or just take a vacation from your body for a while!"
I stared at the machine, the concept both incredible and terrifying. "Are you sure it's safe?" I asked, voicing the concern gnawing at the back of my mind.
Mei waved off my worries with a confident grin. "Of course! Well, probably. There's always a bit of risk with new inventions, but where's the fun without a little danger?" She laughed, her excitement infectious.
Despite my hesitation, I found myself agreeing. Mei's genius was unparalleled, and I was curious about her invention's potential. "Alright, let's do it."
"Yay!" Mei cheered, practically dragging me to the bed. "Just lie down here and let me attach these wires."
I complied, feeling the cool touch of the electrodes as she affixed them to my temples and chest. I tried to relax, taking deep breaths as Mei worked with precision and speed. The hum of the machine grew louder, filling the room with a sense of anticipation.
Mei stepped back to the console, her fingers dancing over the buttons and switches. "Alright, here we go!" she declared, pressing a large red button. The machine whirred to life, and I felt a strange sensation, like a gentle tug at the edges of my consciousness.
Suddenly, Mei's hands flew to her pockets, and a look of mild panic crossed her face. "Oh no, I forgot to prepare an object!" she exclaimed, frantically searching her pockets. After a few moments, she pulled out a small, foil packet–a condom. "This will have to do," she said with a shrug, rushing back to the console.
Before I could protest, the machine emitted a blinding flash of light, and I felt myself being pulled away, my surroundings dissolving into a swirling vortex of colors and sounds. When the sensation subsided, I found myself in a strange, white chamber. It was completely empty, save for a small viewport that allowed me to see outside.
I looked around in confusion. The walls of my new prison were smooth and unyielding, and the air felt oddly sterile. I moved towards the viewport, my heart pounding. Outside, everything seemed enormous, distorted, and alien. The world began to shake violently, and I felt myself being squeezed and manipulated by giant fingers.
Through the viewport, I saw Mei's immense fingers pressing against the condom's surface, her face coming into view, larger than life. Her eyes were wide with a mixture of fascination and mild concern as she peered at me.
"Izuku, can you hear me?" her voice boomed, echoing through my confined space.
"Y-yes," I replied, though I wasn't sure if she could hear me. The sensation of being grasped so tightly was disorienting, and I struggled to process my new reality.
Mei's giant face filled my view, her eyes focused on me intently. "Okay, so there's a bit of a problem," she admitted, her voice hesitant. "The machine... well, it kind of broke. You're going to have to stay in there for a while until I can fix it."
My heart sank at her words. The idea of being trapped in a condom was bizarre and unsettling, but I trusted Mei to find a solution. "Just... please hurry," I managed to say.
Mei gave me an apologetic smile. "I'll do my best, I promise." With that, she placed the condom into her ass pocket, the tight space making me feel even more confined. The world outside my viewport darkened, and I could feel the pressure of her ass against my new prison.
As I lay there in the darkness, I couldn't help but marvel at the strangeness of my situation. The lab, once a place of wonder and discovery, had become my world, albeit in a way I had never imagined. The sounds of Mei's labored breathing and the muffled noises of the lab provided a constant reminder of my new reality.
My world convulsed violently as Mei Hatsume moved around the lab. The sensation was nothing short of overwhelming. The walls of my strange prison, the latex condom, pressed and shifted against me with every step she took. Each movement sent shockwaves through my new, strange existence. I could feel the soft, flexible material conforming to the contours of Mei's body, particularly the firm, rounded shape of her ass as it enveloped me within her tight back pocket.
Minutes stretched on, turning into an eternity. In this strange state, I realized that I didn't need sleep or rest. The idea of resting seemed almost alien now, as if my body—or what remained of my consciousness—was sustained purely by the constant stimuli of my surroundings. The relentless, rhythmic motion of Mei's walking, combined with the lack of any real sensory input beyond the occasional shift of light and pressure, made time feel agonizingly slow.
Then, without warning, the pressure around me increased significantly. It was as if the walls of my wrapper prison were closing in, squeezing me tighter than ever before. I felt myself being flattened, conformed to an even tighter space. The realization dawned on me that Mei had sat down, her weight pressing down, intensifying the already confining pressure. My entire world compressed, and the only thing I could do was endure.
Sounds boomed around me, muffled but undeniably present. The clangs and clatters of the lab seemed distant, almost like echoes from another world. I strained to make out any details, but everything was distorted by the latex walls and the overwhelming pressure. Hours seemed to pass in this state, each second stretching into infinity.
Then, through the cacophony, I heard a familiar voice. It was Ochako's, her voice booming but somewhat muffled. She was speaking with Mei, and though the words were somewhat garbled, a few distinct phrases broke through the barrier of my prison: "…condom… night… Momo…"
Suddenly, the world shifted again. This time, I felt a sense of movement that was different from before. The pressure on me decreased slightly, and I realized that Mei must be adjusting herself in her seat. Then, there was a sensation of fingers grasping the condom, lifting me into the air. The light filled my viewport as I was pulled out of Mei's pocket, the sudden brightness blinding me momentarily.
As my vision adjusted, I saw through the gap of Mei's giant fingers, the world around me coming into focus. The lab looked enormous, everything amplified in size. Then, I saw Ochako's hand reaching out, her fingers wrapping around the condom. The sensation of being transferred from one giant hand to another was dizzying. My view spun wildly, light and shadows playing across the latex surface as I was passed from Mei to Ochako.
The next thing I knew, I was being lowered, and the light started to dim again. I felt a new kind of pressure, different from the firm grasp of fingers. It was softer, yet still confining. Ochako had placed the condom into her bra. The tight confines of the bra pressed me against the warm, soft flesh of her breast. The fabric of the bra created a barrier, holding me snugly in place. The sensation was both suffocating and strangely intimate, the warmth of her skin radiating through the latex.
From my viewport, I could see the rhythmic rise and fall of Ochako's chest as she breathed, each movement causing the walls of my prison to press and release slightly. The sounds of her heartbeat, a steady, rhythmic thumping, were surprisingly loud, resonating through my entire being. It was a constant reminder of my bizarre predicament, making the entire situation feel even more surreal.
Every subtle movement of Ochako's body was amplified within my confined space. The sway of her walk, the shift of her posture, even the smallest breath—each motion was a significant event in my limited world. It was a constant reminder of the fragility and unpredictability of my current state.
The rhythmic bouncing of Ochako's steps created a disorienting, almost hypnotic motion. Each stride sent a gentle but unmistakable jolt through her body, pressing me firmly against the confines of her bra. The soft fabric of her bra and the warm, supple flesh of her breast enveloped me completely, creating a constant, pulsing pressure that was inescapable. Every step she took felt like a gentle earthquake, the world around me shifting and swaying in time with her movements. The darkness of the bra, interrupted only by the faintest glimmers of light filtering through the thin fabric, added to the surreal nature of my confinement.
As Ochako walked, I could hear the muffled sounds of her breathing and the steady, rhythmic thump of her heartbeat, a comforting yet surreal soundtrack to my bizarre predicament. Each breath she took caused her chest to rise and fall, further pressing me into her warm skin. The sensation was strangely intimate, a constant reminder of my vulnerable state.
After what felt like an eternity, I felt a sudden change in motion as Ochako turned and entered her room. The atmosphere shifted subtly, the ambient noise of the hallway replaced by the quieter, more personal sounds of her private space. The door closed with a soft click, and I could hear the faint rustle of fabric as she moved.
"Momo, I got the condom," Ochako said, her voice carrying a playful, teasing lilt. There was a brief pause, and then Momo's voice, soft and slightly breathless, responded.
"Did you really?" Momo asked, her tone laced with anticipation and a hint of embarrassment. I could imagine the blush on her cheeks, even though I couldn't see it from my confined position.
Ochako giggled, the sound vibrating through her chest and resonating around me. "Yep," she replied. I felt her fingers reach into her bra, probing gently as she reached for the condom. The sensation of her fingers pressing and manipulating the latex was both disorienting and strangely intimate. She grasped the wrapped condom, pulling it out from the tight confines of her bra. The sudden change in light and pressure made my head spin, the world outside a blur of motion and color.
The world through my viewport was surreal and overwhelming, an unimaginable shift from my former life as a hero-in-training. As the initial dizziness of movement settled, my eyes adjusted to the sight that filled my field of vision. There, before me, was the colossal form of Momo Yaoyorozu, her presence dominating my constrained reality.
Momo was seated on the bed, her body naked and glistening under the soft glow of the room's lights. The sheen of sweat on her skin caught the light, creating a shimmering effect that made her appear almost ethereal. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders in silky waves, framing her flushed face, which bore an expression of intense concentration and pleasure.
My eyes were drawn, almost against my will, to the sight of her erection. It stood proudly between her legs, thick and veined, the head glistening with a mixture of pre-cum and the natural lubrication from her ministrations. The rhythmic motion of her hand, moving up and down the length of her shaft, was mesmerizing. Each stroke was slow and deliberate, her grip firm yet gentle, creating a hypnotic rhythm that echoed the pounding of my own heart.
With her other hand, Momo was fondling her breast, her fingers kneading the soft flesh with a tenderness that contrasted starkly with the intensity of her other actions. Her nipple, hard and erect, stood out against the smooth expanse of her breast. She pinched and rolled it between her fingers, her breath hitching with each movement. The duality of her actions—one hand pleasuring her erection, the other teasing her breast—was a display of sensuality that left me breathless.
Every detail was magnified, every motion amplified. The room around her was a blur, the background fading into insignificance compared to the raw, visceral reality of her presence. The sounds of her breathing, deep and ragged, filled my confined space, each exhalation a reminder of the intimacy and intensity of the moment.
Momo's body was a study in contrasts. The softness of her curves, the gentle slope of her breasts, and the delicate line of her collarbone were juxtaposed against the rigid, throbbing length of her erection. Her skin, smooth and pale, seemed to glow with an inner light, highlighting the subtle play of muscles beneath the surface.
Ochako's giggle broke through my stunned reverie, and I felt another shift as she moved towards the bed. Each step she took sent ripples through my confined world, the quakes of her movement jostling me within the condom.
The world spun wildly as Ochako lifted the condom to her mouth, her lips parting to reveal her glistening teeth. The sudden, close-up view of her mouth was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. Her breath was warm and moist against the latex, creating a thin layer of condensation on the inside of my viewport. She wrapped her lips around the tip of the condom, her tongue gently probing the edge as she positioned it carefully over Momo's erection.
I felt a deep, rolling sensation as Ochako began to peel the condom onto Momo's member. Each second was an eternity, the latex stretching and conforming to the rigid, throbbing flesh beneath it. The movement was slow, almost torturous in its precision. I could feel every inch of Momo's erection as the condom was rolled down, each bump, vein, and throb transmitted through the thin barrier into my confined space. The viewport shifted into a more panoramic shape, giving me a wider, yet still distorted view of the colossal scene unfolding around me.
From my new vantage point, I could see the surface of Momo's erection pressing against the condom, every detail magnified. The veins stood out like ridges, pulsing with life and heat. I could even see and feel the pre-cum as it splashed against the latex, creating a slick, slightly sticky texture that coated the inside of the condom. The sensation was both alien and intimate, an overwhelming barrage of sensory input that left me reeling.
As the condom was fully peeled onto Momo's erection, my viewport faced upwards. Through it, I saw Ochako, her massive form framed against the backdrop of the room's ceiling. She began to peel her clothes off, one piece at a time. Each movement was deliberate, almost ritualistic, as she revealed her body inch by inch. From my constrained perspective, she looked like a goddess, her skin glowing with a soft, ethereal light.
Ochako's body was a vision of strength and beauty. Her breasts, full and perfectly shaped, bounced lightly with each movement. The muscles in her arms and legs flexed and relaxed with a grace that spoke of both power and delicacy. As she removed her top, her nipples hardened in the cool air, and the soft curves of her torso became more pronounced. The sight was both mesmerizing and intimidating, the scale of her body making every detail larger than life.
Momo's hand grasped her erection once again, the pressure creating a gentle, rhythmic pulse that reverberated through the latex. Inside the chamber, the air grew warmer and more humid, a thin fog forming on the walls of my viewport. A musky scent filled the confined space, a potent mix of sweat, arousal, and the natural scent of their bodies. It was an intoxicating aroma that heightened the surreal nature of my situation.
Ochako's eyes were half-lidded with desire as she continued to undress. She slid her panties down her legs, the fabric slipping off her smooth skin with a soft rustle. She kicked them aside, standing fully naked above me, her body a perfect blend of strength and sensuality. She climbed onto the bed, each step sending slight tremors through Momo's erection and, by extension, my confined world.
From my viewpoint, I saw Ochako straddling Momo, her giant, moist vagina framed by her powerful thighs hanging above me. Drops of her juices dripped down, landing on and around the condom, creating tiny, wet splashes that echoed in the chamber. The sight was overwhelming, the sheer scale of her body and the raw, primal desire in her eyes creating an image that was both beautiful and terrifying.
As Ochako lowered herself, her vagina descending towards Momo's erection, I felt a mixture of anticipation and dread. The world around me seemed to close in, the intensity of the moment pressing down on me with a palpable force. The drops of her juices were warm, each one landing with a gentle splash that reverberated through the latex, adding to the already intense atmosphere.
And then, as her thighs framed my viewport and her vagina hovered just above, the world seemed to hold its breath. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, the rustle of skin against skin, and the quiet, steady throb of Momo's erection. I was caught in the midst of their intimate moment, a silent observer to a scene of raw, unfiltered desire.
The air was thick with anticipation, every detail magnified by the surreal nature of my perspective. The warmth, the scent, the sounds—all of it combined to create a moment that was both overwhelming and strangely beautiful. And as Ochako's body moved closer, the anticipation of what was to come hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension that promised a climax both inevitable and unforgettable.
As Ochako began to lower herself fully onto Momo, the world around me darkened, leaving my viewport with only the faintest hints of light. The sight of her moist entrance parting, making way for Momo's erection, was a spectacle of raw, primal intimacy. The walls of her vagina glistened with arousal, parting slowly and sensuously, as if savoring each moment of the penetration.
The darkness enveloped me completely as she descended further, the sensation of her walls clenching around Momo's erection transmitted through the latex with a vivid, almost electric intensity. Every inch of movement was felt acutely. From the initial, gentle pressure of her entrance against the tip of Momo's erection to the gradual, unyielding grip as she fully lowered herself, it was a sensation that overwhelmed my senses. The heat, the slickness, and the rhythmic contractions of her inner walls created a symphony of sensations that left me breathless.
Inside my chamber, the darkness was absolute, but the tactile sensations were vividly clear. I could feel the throbbing of Momo's erection, each pulse amplified by the tight confines of the latex. The way Ochako's walls clenched and relaxed around him created waves of pressure that ebbed and flowed, each one sending a shiver through my entire being. The musky aroma in the chamber grew stronger, filling my nostrils with a heady, intoxicating scent that heightened my arousal.
I glanced down, surprised to see that I had an erection as well. The intensity of the pleasure radiating through my body was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was as if every nerve ending was alight with sensation, the pleasure encompassing my entire being. Each movement of Ochako's body, each subtle shift and squeeze of her walls, translated into a surge of ecstasy that left me trembling.
Ochako began to move more quickly, her hips rising and falling with increasing speed and urgency. Her inner walls clamped down harder with each descent, the pressure almost unbearable in its intensity. The aroma in the chamber grew thicker, a potent mix of sweat, arousal, and the natural scent of their bodies. My own moans joined the chorus of sounds filling the confined space, mingling with the deeper, more resonant moans of Momo and the higher, breathier sounds from Ochako.
The pace quickened, the intensity building to a fever pitch. Ochako's movements became more frenzied, her inner walls clenching and releasing with a relentless rhythm. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through Momo's erection and into my confined space. The sensation of being enveloped in such raw, unfiltered desire was almost too much to bear.
Then, suddenly, I felt Momo's erection tense, the muscles along its length contracting as he neared his climax. Ochako's walls tremored in response, her body reacting instinctively to his impending release. The combination of sensations—Momo's tensing erection, Ochako's quaking walls, and the thick, musky air—sent me over the edge as well. My own orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
As all three of us climaxed simultaneously, the world seemed to explode in a flurry of sensation. Momo's erection pulsed with powerful spurts of cum, each one filling the condom and causing it to balloon out. The latex stretched and strained, the pressure of the cum creating a tight, almost painful sensation. Ochako's inner walls quaked around Momo's erection, her muscles contracting rhythmically as her own orgasm overtook her.
The condom strained to contain it all, the latex stretching to its limits. Just as I thought it might burst, the torrent of cum slowed, and Momo's erection began to soften. I collapsed to the floor of the chamber, utterly exhausted from the intensity of the experience. The air was thick with the scent of sex, the humid warmth clinging to my skin and making it hard to breathe.
I felt Ochako slowly pull off of Momo's softening erection, the latex creating a small pop as she completely disengaged. The viewport was smeared with sweat and juices, the once-clear surface now a haze of bodily fluids. The world outside was still dark, but I could feel the subtle movements as Ochako's fingers gently grasped the condom.
She peeled it off Momo's now soft penis, the latex unsticking with a series of soft, wet sounds. The sudden rush of cooler air into the chamber was a shock, contrasting sharply with the humid warmth that had enveloped me moments before. I felt myself being lifted, the world tilting and swaying as Ochako brought the condom up to her face.
As she held it in front of her, I could see her colossal, god-like visage through the murky viewport. Her eyes were wide with curiosity and satisfaction, her breath fogging the latex slightly as she examined the creamy, gooey contents of the used condom. The sight of her enormous face, framed by her still-flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips, was both awe-inspiring and humbling.
The used condom dangled in front of her face, the creamy white fluid within sloshing slightly with each movement. I was left hanging there, suspended in a mix of exhaustion and lingering arousal, my entire being overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience.
Ochako's enormous eyes gazed down into the condom with a hungry intensity, her pupils dilated as if she could see me trapped inside. Her eyes glistened with a predatory gleam, the reflection of the light catching the moisture on her lashes and the depths of her irises. The condom swayed gently in her grasp, the motion making me feel like a tiny, insignificant speck in the vastness of her world. Each movement sent ripples through the latex, the fluid inside sloshing slightly, adding to the surreal nature of my predicament.
Her colossal mouth opened slowly, the motion revealing her gleaming teeth and the dark, moist cavern beyond. Her tongue slid out languidly, a glistening pink muscle dripping with saliva. The sight was both terrifying and mesmerizing, the sheer scale of her mouth making me feel even smaller. She brought the condom closer, the heat of her breath washing over me, humid and sweet with the scent of her arousal and sweat.
As her lips touched the latex, I could feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her flesh pressing against the condom. She sucked in gently, the suction creating a vacuum that pulled at the walls of my chamber, causing the fluid inside to shift and move. Her tongue, warm and slick, entered the opening, swirling around to gather as much of the creamy goo as possible. The sensation of her tongue pressing against the latex, sliding and probing, was overwhelming. Each movement was felt acutely, the texture and warmth of her tongue transmitted through the thin barrier.
Ochako's tongue moved with purpose, licking and swirling, the pressure of her suction drawing the fluid deeper into her mouth. The sensation was both intimate and disorienting, the walls of the condom pressing inward with the force of her suction. The rhythmic movements of her tongue, combined with the pulsing suction, created a series of waves that reverberated through my confined space.
After what felt like an eternity, she withdrew her tongue, her lips closing around the opening of the condom. The sudden release of pressure caused the walls to relax slightly, the fluid inside settling. With a casual flick of her wrist, she tossed the condom towards the garbage. The sudden motion sent my viewport spinning, the world outside becoming a blur of colors and shapes as I flew through the air.
The condom landed precariously on the rim of the garbage bin, the impact bending the latex in half. My viewport showed a grimy, disgusting interior filled with refuse and discarded items. The smell was overpowering, a mix of rotting food and other unidentifiable scents that made me gag. The world around me was dark and oppressive, the shadows of the garbage bin creating a nightmarish landscape.
I could hear the rustling from the bed, the soft murmurs and sighs of the two women as they cuddled together. Their voices were low and intimate, a stark contrast to the chaotic motion I had just experienced. The sound of their breathing, the gentle rustle of sheets, and the occasional whisper created a background noise that was strangely comforting in its normalcy.
Suddenly, the door burst open, the sound of hurried footsteps approaching the bed. Mei's voice, urgent and slightly panicked, cut through the quiet. "Where's the condom I gave you, Ochako?" she demanded, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.
Ochako and Momo murmured something in response, their voices too low for me to make out the words. The next thing I felt was the ground shaking as Mei walked over to the garbage bin. Her footsteps were like small earthquakes, each one sending tremors through my confined space. I felt the condom being lifted, the world tilting as Mei brought it up to her face.
Her giant eyes, filled with a mixture of curiosity and concern, peered into the condom. The reflection of the light caught the moisture on her lashes, creating a glistening effect that made her eyes seem even larger. The intensity of her gaze was overwhelming, the sheer scale of her features making me feel even smaller and more vulnerable.
As Mei examined the condom, the world around me seemed to hold its breath, the silence and stillness creating a sense of anticipation. I could feel the latex stretching and shifting slightly as she handled it, her fingers creating gentle waves that moved through the fluid inside. The heat of her breath, warm and slightly humid, washed over me, adding to the surreal nature of my predicament.
And there I remained, suspended in the condom, waiting for what would come next. The combination of sensations, the sights and sounds, the smells and textures, all created a vivid, overwhelming experience that left me breathless. The world outside was vast and chaotic, a reminder of the strange and unpredictable nature of my journey as a hero-in-training. And as Mei's eyes bore into the condom, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of anticipation, a mixture of fear and hope that left me trembling in the darkness.
The world outside my viewport was a blur of motion and color as Mei started to carry the used condom back to her lab. Her movements were casual, almost careless, as she walked through the hallways, each step creating gentle waves that reverberated through the latex. The light shifted constantly, creating a kaleidoscope of patterns on the inner walls of my confined space. The occasional bounce and sway of her stride added to the surreal sensation, making me feel like I was adrift in a vast, shifting ocean.
The sounds of the lab began to filter through the latex as we approached. The hum of machinery, the clinking of tools, and the soft whirr of computers created a symphony of industrial noise. Mei's fingers gripped the condom with a firm but gentle hold, her grip steady as she navigated through the cluttered workspace. I could feel the subtle vibrations of her steps, each one sending a tiny tremor through my confined world.
As we entered the lab, the familiar smell of solder and machine oil filled the air, a scent that was both comforting and unsettling in its familiarity. Mei placed the used condom onto the machine with a practiced ease, her fingers moving with a confidence born from countless hours of tinkering and experimentation. The surface of the machine was cool and metallic, a stark contrast to the warm, organic environment I had just been in.
"I can't transfer you back into your body just yet," Mei said, her voice calm and reassuring, "but I can get you out of that used condom and into a new one without any fuss."
Her words took a moment to penetrate my foggy, exhausted mind. The events of the past few hours had left me drained, both physically and mentally. It took a few seconds for the full meaning of her statement to sink in. She was going to transfer me from one condom to another, a prospect that was both a relief and a new source of anxiety.
The machine began to hum to life, the soft, rhythmic sound growing louder as it powered up. The gentle vibrations from the machine resonated through the latex, creating a soothing, almost hypnotic sensation. I could feel the energy building, a low, steady thrum that promised change and movement.
As the machine started up, I felt a familiar tugging sensation at the edges of my consciousness. The world around me began to churn, the latex walls of my current prison seeming to melt and dissolve into a swirl of colors and light. The sensation was both disorienting and exhilarating, a whirlwind of motion and energy that left me breathless.
The next thing I knew, I was in a new chamber. The walls were pristine and untouched, the latex smooth and unblemished. The air inside was clean and fresh, a stark contrast to the humid, musky atmosphere of the used condom. My viewport, once again positioned at the top of the chamber, began to clear, revealing the world outside.
Through the viewport, I saw Mei's giant, cheerful face hovering above me. Her eyes were wide with excitement, her lips curved into a bright, enthusiastic smile. The light from the lab reflected off her goggles, creating tiny, glinting sparks that danced in her eyes. Her pink hair framed her face in wild, untamed waves, adding to the sense of barely-contained energy that seemed to radiate from her.
"Welcome back, Izuku!" she said, her voice booming in the confined space. "You're in a fresh new condom now. Much better, right?"
The sheer scale of her face, the brightness of her expression, and the enthusiasm in her voice were overwhelming. I felt a mixture of relief and bewilderment, my mind struggling to process the rapid succession of events. The pristine chamber, the clarity of the viewport, and the sight of Mei's cheerful face all combined to create a surreal, dreamlike atmosphere.
As I lay there, trying to gather my thoughts, Mei's fingers gently tapped the outside of the new condom, creating a series of soft, rhythmic pulses that resonated through the latex. The sensation was oddly comforting, a gentle reminder of her presence and her determination to fix the situation. Despite the strangeness of my predicament, I felt a glimmer of hope. Mei's ingenuity and determination were boundless, and I trusted her to find a way to return me to my normal self.
For now, I was safe in this pristine chamber, the world outside filled with the promise of change and the hope of a resolution. And as I looked up at Mei's giant, cheerful face, I couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of optimism. The journey was far from over, but with Mei by my side, I knew I had a fighting chance.
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So.. I tried a different kind of transformation...please let me know if you like this style, I am happy to continue this storyline with more chapters.