Switch Up!(Bakugou to Party Popper BNH TG) (Patreon)

It was bad enough that Bakugou had failed on a routine fucking hunt for some mid tier at best villains who looked like rejects from an overly edgy punk band with their strips of leather and gas masks. To be fair he looked like that too, not that you could say that in his presence without getting the shit beaten out of you, but with how much they were gloating and monologuing he almost wished they were beating him instead.

It was brutally boring, so god damn boring that it only gave him more time to have to deal with his fucking mistakes. They were a new gang, like that pack of chumps Deku had taken out years ago, probably replacing those yakuza freaks. Hell they even had their own drug called switch which apparently amplified quirks in a different way than the previous drug, but he had kind of zoned out for the nerd shit, just opting to take them down since he was now a rookie professional, working his way up the hero ladder, an uphill battle of personality that constantly left him just pissed off, but that was fine. He used his anger to fuel his work.

Unfortunately he had been a bit too into it as he staked out the situation from behind a few vats, a stray bit of sweat combusting in the hot factory environment. Compounding on that bad piece of luck was that the explosion had sent him flying like a rookie, knocking him onto his ass in front of the gang of misfits and even though he was certain he could beat them all up one on one, a group of five beating the shit out of you after you land ass up in front of them is a pretty hard deficit to overcome. The one upside is that they hadn't patted him down well, so he had been able to send off a message requesting backup, not too worried about dying since these kinds of villains liked hostages, but the upside also had a massive downside. He was giving the fucking glory to Deku again! That goodie fucking two shoes probably on his way which made Bakugou indescribably angry, even if it was technically a good thing.

Nah fuck that, he was going to deal with this himself, the one advantage of not being highly ranked being that your average dumbass criminal didn't know how his powers worked. These fuckers used rope! Really flammable rope, but that didn't matter. He just let the heat do its work, nitro sweat dribbling and pooling into his palms as he did multiple tiny sparks, breaking through strand by strand. The boss looked like a wimp anyways, his face the only one uncovered, though it was a face that entered one eye and fell out the other. All he had to do was break out and explode up their whole stash and given all the usual big talk shit their wimp of a boss was, all he'd have to do is prod him to reveal which one of these industrial vats had been hijacked for their operation.

"Hey congrats on capturing a rookie hero you're real hot shit now, but what the hell is this Switch shit, isn't it just a bootleg version of Trigger?" That seemed to set the little guy off, his limbs swinging about furiously as he yelled, "TRIGGER IS AN INFERIOR PRODUCT THAT ISN'T WORTH THE SOLES OF MY SHOES! THAT HALF BAKED PRODUCT ONLY MAKES OKAY QUIRKS MORE OKAY! Eh hem... now for my product Switch-" Bakugou took notice of the boss's hands as their thumbs jerked towards one massive vat, which also had the most boxes shoved around it, likely stuffed with product.

"-now THAT'S a product. It gives hopes to the hopeless! It makes the weak strong! Everything you hate now gets reversed do you understand?! Though actually no, I bet a professional hero like you must have a nice quirk. You don't know the pain of having an ability that hurts you, or one that makes you actively weaker! But I bet you wouldn't like it. How about we give you a nice dose of Switch and see what it does to a gifted brat like you? Lets make our guest feel at home!" Yeah Bakugou wasn't going to let them treat him like a guinea pig, and whatta ya know? The ropes were ash halfway through that little rant. Time to fuck shit up.

The first explosion rocketed his hands forward, scaring the villains who thought he only had explosions in his confiscated gauntlets, the built up sweat he head been saving spraying across a wide area as it ignited, blasting the villains while a saved reservoir of sweat cupped in his closed palm was aimed straight at the main supply and vat pointed out earlier, the shocked and saddened screaming of their whiny boss like music to his ears as a massive explosion shook the building, sending all of their hard work out in a blaze of rainbow smoke.

Bakugou had hoped his explosion would have blasted a hole in the ceiling, but the factory must have been sturdier than it looked, all of the burning Switch instead falling like a smoke screen. He tried to cover his face with his arms, quickly grabbing his fallen gauntlets from one of the knocked out villains, but that wasn't really a replacement for a mask, a numbingly sweet taste and aroma hitting him as he breathed in the evaporated Switch smoke. It reminded him almost of the dentist, like Novocain spun into cotton candy, though his senses didn't dull, they just had to compete with an urge to laugh. Well it wasn't like he had to fight it really, the lackeys all on their asses as he gave each one a taste of his jet propelled foot, the giggles at their pained groans rising in intensity and pitch until they sounded almost shrill, more of the gas filling his lungs with every guffaw.

The pitch of them made him pause, his tones sounding like a hysterical woman than his usual snide grunts.

"What the hell? I sound like fucking Ochako! Th-That's kind of funny pffft!" The gas must have some helium or something in it, but maybe that's why the boss sounded like such a wimp. Actually where was the bo-

"YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!" He had taken a gas mask from one of his fallen comrades and had two large syringes filled with Switch sticking out of his arms, depressing both at the same time. This was probably not going to be fun.

"I'M GOING TO SMASH YOU TO PIECES YOU BRAT!" The wimpy boss's voice was deepening, rumbling as his muscles seemed to expand, stretching his skin like an overstuffed bag, veins throbbing, bones making crispy sounds as he gained two feet in two seconds. Wasn't this guy's ability meant to calm people and make them weaker or something? Bakugou didn't remember anything about an enhancement type quirk.

"I'M GONNA DESTROY EVERYTHING! EVERYONE! I AM BOSS MAN! I KILL YOU! ME BRUTE!" The devolution of his speaking to animalistic grunting caught Bakugou off guard, the corners of his lips twitching to a smile, a sharp guffaw slipping out against his will. Everything just seemed so much funnier for some reason, not that he could dwell on this mental shift, boss, brute or whatever the heck he wanted to be called swung an arm out, knocking over a ten ton vat and adding to the acrid smoke turning the factory into a toxic sauna.

That strength wasn't funny. Well okay it was kind of, especially when some of the acid hit the big ol meathead, his dumb flailing very humorous to the point Bakugou was cackling, clearing his throat as something mucusy shot out, leaving his voice clear as a train whistle. Didn't really matter how much muscle you were packing when you had the power of explosions against you, so Bakugo cockily yelled, "Come at me big boy! I guarantee this fight'll be a... BLAST!" That pissed Brute off, which made Bakugou laugh till his jaw was sore, or maybe it was something else, his face feeling weird. Maybe he was allergic to the gas cause his lips felt pretty swollen, but everything else was kind of soft when he rubbed it, slender almost. If Brute hadn't charged just then he might have noticed the white splotches staining his green glove, or how said glove was deforming under the gas, colors shifting to a more jovial orange in splotches, but again small things like that paled in comparison to the brick house charging.

For some reason, he felt especially playful and baited Brute in like a matador to a charging bull, making mock whistling noises and holding up an imaginary cape, the intense heat making sure he was sweating freely as he prepared to knock the socks off his opponent. Sure enough, Brute stomped the ground and began lumbering towards Bakugou, not able to think of anything past crushing the annoying thing in front of him. The ground shook, all the liquids in the surrounding vats bubbling with every tremorous step. Brute just seemed like a big ol target for Bakugou, like shooting fish in a barrel and so with all the confidence he had earned from years of work, his gauntlets sparked, his arms sweat and an almost comedic puff of smoke shot out, not even a spark when he tried.

"Ah crap..." Thankfully Brute's path was incredibly linear, Bakugou jumping out of the way just in time while a few more vats were blasted away by the bullish charge, the whole factory now drenched in smoke of various substances, the rainbow smoke screen giving Bakugou an idea he'd originally never even consider, retreating for now. Blending into the smoke, he ran, scratching at his head as the Switch infused follicles buzzed lightly, brightening from white gold to a sunnier shade of yellow, that same sunny coloring reaching down to his disposition as well. His body was confusing adrenaline for thrill, a few giggles and coughs the only thing that could give him away as mouthfuls of the sweet smoke were sucked down his gullet, the only thing exploding from his sweaty body being fits of laughter as that pleasant noxious buzz went deep into his muscles.

Bakugou didn't really know where he was, but when he ran into a corner he gripped his nose, the cute schnozz swelling in his grip. He figured this was as good a place as any to hide from the raging boss and even though the smoke was fun to breathe in, it was nice to be able to see more than two inches as the sweat from his throbbing nose felt strange in his hand. Actually was that even his nose? It felt so round and bulbous, the whole thing popping off in his hand as he realized he was holding a red bulb, his real nose a cute lil thing now. His fist closed around the bulb, a sudden HONK shocking him at first, the self prank sending his head rolling back in laughter as he placed it back on his nose, the novelty item fitting like a glove.

Speaking of gloves, were his always orange? Actually looking at his skin, there was something wrong with the sweat, the usually greasy residue more like grease paint now that he could see it. The chemicals must be doing something silly to his quirk, the nitroglycerin rendered inert or turning into this white stuff, his arms flexing as he admired their white sheen. Arousal tinged the next few giggles as he felt that wonderful muscular fizzing start eating away at his build, his arms turning slender, these funny little popping noises filling his ears as his shoulders were sloping, euphoric bursts of pleasure accompanying each shift in his skeleton and muscular twitch. He couldn't get that word out of his head now. Pop pop pop pop! But he had to! This was clearly bad even if it felt amazing. He had to get serious and boring real quick! Er, just serious, where had the boring comment even come from? Well his clothes were rather drab weren't they?

Thankfully the chemicals were helping in the fashion department as well, his metal grenade arm thingies rusting under a chemical assault, turning a bright rust orange while the colors ran in white strips forming perfect circles, the tighter confines perfect for his slim arms, fingers twitching as they shrank. Moaning a little as streaks of white grease paint continued to sweat down his body, the skin under it softening as those dumb little hairs were burnt away, Bakugou watched as his edgy outfit became less drab, more fun, sooo adorable! Those dark greens were brightening up, bright white splotches and vibrant orange hues mixing together in carnival delight, and carnal as well, the orange straps shifting their grip as the top of his outfit slipped lower, the straps and bolden collar pressing up against his stiffened nipples and even stiffer cock. 

"O-OH NO! O-Oh ohho ho ha hahahahaha!" Why did it feel so good? This wasn't right, he knew it, yet more than anything he just found it humorous, laughing as the latex grinded against his body in ways that turned him on, the straps perfectly centered between his balls and holding tight against his cock. Mmm cock... that word was funny to him now, while also appealing for other reasons.

"Wait did I? I-I'm not gay! Though doesn't that just mean happy? Well I'm definitely that so why sweat the dumb stuff? Puhahaha n-no stop!" He gripped his head, finding a lot more than just his usual short cut style, the golden locks swelling out and up than draping down with a fluffy lightness that made it impossible to notice, even if they were shockingly large for pigtails. There were weird smacking noises as the sweat on his forehead ran in different colors, his lips pressing firm as bright red lipstick plastered itself over the white, the darker stretches from his forehead all caught in his growing eyelashes, a safety net for mascara. He had so many issues to deal with, but none seemed to matter as much as the pressure in his dick.

"N-No I can't fucking, f-hyuck hyucking do this! I'm not THAT kind of girl!" Or maybe she was! The thought of that froze him in horror, Bakugou hyperventilating as he realized what he had just thought and raging against the feminine urges, the poor fool only accelerating things as he drove more of the vaporized Switch into his lungs, each scream ending in laughter.

God he was such a gasbag by now, if he breathed in any more of this stuff he'd start blowing up like one of his balloons! Wait he didn't have any ball- 

"OOH~!" As if waiting for that thought, his thighs began inflating, the grease paint acting as lubricant as the thick pillows of fat converted all that anger to arousal, his gloved hands rubbing the tented bulge of his cock before running down the base of his "horn" to find the two squeakers, both balls filled to the brim with good times.

"Ooh I r-really shouldn't be doing this, but these lil guys are just asking to be squeezed heh~! Ah what the hell, I can't resist it anymore! HONK HONK KYAAAAA~!" Much like her nose earlier, Bakugou couldn't help but squeeze the perfect lumps, his mouth the AWOOGA horn this time as white spurts of grease paint shot out his cock, streaming down his legs as they repainted his calves, curved out their lines and drenched his toes. There were two amazing Pops that followed, Bakugou giggling and moaning as he felt and heard each testicle slip into his body, doing god knows what in there, but there clearly wasn't enough room for the two of them in hips that small. Thankfully as he continued to cum, his shaking hips splintered apart like a Gallagher watermelon, his gasped squeals bringing in enough gas to swell his ass to two large balloons rubbing up against one another. His cock was the audience to their jiggling, wild dancing, giving a standing ovations in the form of white spurts with every bootacular wriggle, but it was time to pack it in, her cock being pulled in like it was a hooked performer at a variety show.

It was staying true to her roots as a clown, cramming itself into a tight space it wasn't meant for, though this was far more pleasureable than being stuffed in a car with twelve people. She fell to the ground in lust, both hands rubbing the best they could through the puffed out layers of fabric her pants were now. This was all highly unprofessional to do in the midst of a burning villain's hideout, but when was that ever fun to think about? Baku cooed and moaned as cock shrunk under her fingers, a real party in her pants shocking her to her core, said core being dragged inwards to cartoonish proportions as the straps tightened.

"*Mmm Party... Pop Pop Pop hehehehe!" Something about that word combination really tickled her fancy, though it wasn't quite right. She had to change something. How much of her cock was left anyway, maybe she should give it a farewell tour!

It was when she pulled out the elastic straps constricting her cock and the numbing pleasure faded some that Bakugou regained some form of control, completely horrified despite the smile he found plastered on his face. Like everything else he had been doing, his panicked reactions only speeded things up as he let go of the straps, planning to run the hell out only to inadvertently send the stretchy straps slamming into his cock, generating a comically absurd amount of pleasure as the whole thing snapped inwards. She screamed, drool flinging about in flecks as she felt her cock press into a pussy, the tip cavorting its way through muscles, the whole thing folding inside out with one final, succulent POP! She came then, clear fluids doing nothing to wash away the caked on layers of paint, the whole thing felling arousing and amusing in equal measure. She needed to give her new seating arrangement a good test run right now, so close to feeling a release she knew she needed, just ready to burst with-

"WHO YOU?! BRUTE WANT HERO NOT SLUTTY CLOWN!" Oh great, an audience.

"Aww did ol brutey already forget my first show? And here I thought I knocked you and your cronies off their feet with my first act!" She really didn't want any interruptions right now, not with her clit throbbing with need in time with her nipples, both threatening to blow any second, but then again this was technically her job and stuff wasn't it? Besides the big idiot was just too easy to tease for a girl like her to ignore.

"YOU ANGRY BOY BEFORE?! God he really was stupid! No guy had an ass as big as hers! Did he need tits shoved in his face to get the idea? Not that she'd ever want to do that with a muscle freak unless said muscle was Dek-"OOH No not that nerd! N-mmph-ot that hot little... OHH FUCK!"

Brute was charging, not that she cared, her mind racing with thoughts of Deku and her doing a two person show in a small room sized venue, all those positions and contortions driving her hysterical with lust. All that white grease paint was hardening, turning into a layer of plastique as the explosive white outer layer clamped down on her chest, a lustful moan bringing in the stream of air she needed to finally fill the nozzles on her chest. They blew up to massive size, her solid breasts squeezing back against the tight cups of her top and the straps, dragging the lower groin straps in tight against her clit as the combination of both sparked something in her brain. She felt her pussy clench, cumming hard as her outer white layer exploded in a massive C-4 bonanza that sent Brute flying, the strength igniting the rest of the vats as the ceiling finally cracked under pressure, the whole building shaking as plaster and concrete began raining down. She was too exhausted to move after her release, collapsing to the ground like the building around her, her mind blank, the world turning black as the roof caved in.

"Th-That's all folks! H-Heh..."

"Bakugou are you okay? Hey I think I found... him?!" She opened her eyes to find a slightly less black sky, the sounds of a hero rescue squad already digging through the rubble for the other bosses, hoses spraying away the chemical residues left behind. But that wasn't what had gotten her attention. No she knew that voice, that silhouette, his freckles coming into focus as he lifted a chunk of roofing off of her like it was nothing. But who was he?

"Aww you came to be the strong man in my circus act didn't you?!"

"U-Umm, uhh..." There was something disturbingly familiar about the woman who was hugging him, Bakugou's tracker leading straight to her and he could tell she was wearing all of the old pieces of his hero suit, even if the whole thing was much deformed. An absurd theory popped into his head, though it was hard to focus with her ample chest being smashed up against him, her soft body rubbing all along his green costume.

"Aww still shy? I see at least one part of you is paying attention." She winked while Deku quickly shifted his hands over his privates, trying to ignore how close she was as he asked, "Wh-Who are you and what did you do with Baku-"

"Oh come on you know who I am! I'm Party Popper! The comedian with an explosive body, though hmm… that name you said earlier feels familiar. Baku, Baka, eh who cares I just remember exploding and suddenly you saved my body from the rubble! A body I'd be happy to give a private showing of if you..." The rest was phased out of Deku's hearing as he took stock of the situation, realizing the Switch must have been more potent than they realized. Surely it had to wear off at some point right? Though how changes this massive could be reverted was a mystery to him. And would it really be that bad if they never wore... No he couldn't think like that.

"Baku- err, Party Popper come with me and-"

"Oh I'd gladly come with you Deku! Even now if you don't mind a concrete bed hehe~." Sighing, he led his former rival out of the ruins of the factory and over to the medical tent, wondering just how in the world he would explain this to them.