Bakugou to Boom Bunny(MHA Tg) (Patreon)

Bakugou awoke, body aching, ass sore. The latter part immediately tipped him off that something was wrong, though what had gotten him here rattled around his brain before he remembered. Fuck, his first mission as a pro! He had gotten his license and everything and it was the first time he could legally respond to a situation. He remembered a few heroes there, his own quirk going off after that bunny bitch had kicked down a vat of something, a flash of white and then nothing but black. So that meant that this was… Fuck he had really been hospitalized after his first fucking mission. Just great. Now that he was getting used to being conscious again the room was coming into focus. The beeping of medical devices, the tubes and needles jammed into his body. That bunny bitch and Aizawa staring at him with nervous looks on his- wait what the fuck was she doing here?!

“The loud troublemaker’s awake Mirko. You wanna deal with this?”
“Oh, you sure you don’t want to-”
“I have to contact the parents and let them know he’s okay… for the most part.”

For the most part?! The fuck did that mean? And man this hospital bed was lumpy as all hell, no wonder his butt was sore, it was like he had a bunch of blankets bunched up under him.
“Sooo… How are you feeling? Sorry that’s a dumb question, I doubt you remember much you lost a lot of blood.” She must have noticed the slight look of panic as he moved a little, quickly calming him down.
“Y-You’re okay! We actually have the same blood type and my heart’s constantly pumpin’ so I had plenty to give, which is uh… Well it turns out that’s kind of a problem heh. Man I suck at these things, Aizawa, do you want to tag in and-” He did not, quickly exiting the room as he began to talk, Bakugou’s mom yelling on the other end as he left the room. The second Aizawa’s eyes left Bakugou though, he began to feel… funny. That was the best way to describe it, but suddenly his body felt warm, it felt good. The muscles were stitching back together, the aches were lessening, but his butt was feeling more uncomfortable by the second, almost like something was pressing out, a weird sense of flexing there, but he didn’t have anything in that area that could do that.

Well since he was feeling suddenly full of energy and not as weak as before, he sat himself up, coughing as he spat out the tubes in his mouth.
“Just spit it out! What the fuck is wrong with me? Cause I actually feel pretty goo- huh?” Now that he was sitting up, the soreness above his hips was weird, a pleasant kind of pulsing, something prickling as it felt like, actually he didn’t know how to describe it, like the skin was flexing? When he focused on it he could feel something twitch and sway, a hand feeling behind him to press against a furry lump connected TO him! And when he pressed it felt, w-well…
“Ohhh~!” The awkward silence that followed his pleased groan seemed to last forever, Mirko looking at the floor as she explained, “Yeah that’s gonna feel really sensitive for a while. Man when I was at UA I can’t tell you how many times that thing made me-”

“WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK IS ON MY BACK?! WHAT’D YOU DO TO ME YOU BITCH?!” He had been trying to be less impulsive, but god damn was this shit not the time for some solemn adult reflection. There was a fucking lump moving above his ass and apparently that shit was sensitive enough to make him moan. He had to clench his jaw over the next few moments as blood rushed back into it now that he wasn’t lying flat down. It made it worse that it felt good, his legs crossing in embarrassment as he willed his body to stop being so damn excited over some fucking deformity.
“Well I was hoping you’d get it from feeling it once, but yeah… that’s a tail. A bunny tail. MY bunny tail… Welp I think I did my part anyways feel better and we can talk later when you’re-”
“WHHHHAAAAAATTT?!”

It was hard to tell which of the two were more uncomfortable at that moment. Mirko giving in first to end the awkward silence.
“You’re turning into me, well not exactly me but you’ll basically become like my younger sister. Apparently my quirk really likes multiplying cause of the rabbit thing and that means it’s kind of fighting it out with your quirk and dna. On the plus side the doctors said it wouldn’t be painful. Kind of like a gentle ease into-”
“Bullshit!” Bakugou had heard enough of this crap and wasn’t going to let her insane ramblings continue.
“Quirks don’t just take over someone! That’s some bullshit science! Aren’t you near the top?! How the fuck could I be the first person who’s gotten your fucking blood?! Also I’m a guy so even if that shit were to happen I’d be a younger brother or something right?”

The look on her face did not bode well for his manhood and his mind was starting to race now that he remembered that the really good feelings only started after Eraserhead had left, almost like he had been erasing something and now…
“No! NO! NOOOOO! THIS IS NOT FUCKING HAPPENING!” He ignored the pain as tubes flew out, some trickles of blood down his arm as he tore himself free to find a mirror. Already the flow of blood was slowing, those warm prickles from earlier returning. Looking in the mirror he could tell his blonde hair was lighter, b-but that could just be the lights. Turning around the backless hospital gown let him see clear as day a twitching, swaying bunny tail. And as he stared at himself he couldn’t help but notice his eyes were wrong. Sure they were still red, but it was a slightly different hue, and his irises seemed massive now, his eyelashes looking fuller, longer. But what ended his refutations of reality were the pinpricks on his arms. They had healed smoothly over, and the skin almost looked like sunspots at first, but looking closer he could tell, it was brown colored, the same tone as Mirko.

That’s when Aizawa returned, clearly exhausted from whatever ringer Bakugou’s mom had put him through.
“Alright, I take it from that look that Mirko has filled you in on the situation. She’ll be on call to help you if you want during the transition when the later stages start, but we have to talk about your future. Cause UA might not be the best-” No, he was not going to let them take away all his hard work for the last few years and keep him away from UA.
“You’re not keeping me away from shit!” He tried to accent it with two explosions, but to his shock, they barely sparked to life, two pathetic puffs of weak smoke drifting out from his hands.
“Fuck! Fuck! Not my explosions! God dammi-” His teacher activated his quirk and the failed explosions puttered back to life for a second, dread filling Bakugou as he realized this was only going to get worse.
“At least hear out the options...”

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He had refused them all, arguing with Aizawa for an hour, his mom for four and at some point Mirko had run away. He wasn’t going to let this keep him away from UA and he sure as hell wasn’t about to give up on learning at the school of his dreams. There was no way he’d give in to some prissy fucking quirk like bunny girl’s and since his teacher’s quirk literally halted the progress, why the hell wouldn’t he want to be under his tutelage? The first morning back was a wakeup call he promptly tried to ignore, his body waking up sore in a new area, his chest. Looking on in a mirror, he watched over a few minutes as his nipples tanned and grew, swelling until they were thick discs. He was still a curious teen, so of course he stupidly poked one and only barely stifled the moan that followed. It wasn’t like he was going to wear a bra so he just took some of his spare training bandages and tightly wrapped them with a few passes, his shirt fitting comfortably once he was done, without irritation.

His tail on the other hand he stuffed in the shirt, trying his best to ignore how much it wiggled and how good it felt for the first minute of being pressed before numbness took over. While cuts automatically healed over tan, his skin was doing that shift slower, his complexion just a lot ruddier for now, though every day he woke up a few more hairs littered his sheets, his skin just a shade browner than it had been the day before, and more sensitive. That aside he was still mostly himself looks wise, especially after he used some drops of optometry stuff that made his eyes dilate, keeping the irises smaller and the subtle angle of them less obvious. Unfortunately what he hadn’t prepared himself for was the rollercoaster of repeated quirk suppressions, his body a mess as Aizawa’s eyes moved around the classroom in fulfilling his usual duties as a teacher.

Every time Aizawa’s eyes were on him it was sweet relief, the hot blood propagating in his veins, beating in his heart cooling down, but that just made it feel turbocharged in the time it wasn’t suppressed, his lips trembling from the hot flushes. He had to keep them tightly shut, to avoid any accidental moans, the thought of one in class horrifying to him. Kirishima was already looking at him funny, a question on his mind as he intently studied Bakugou’s head. Shit was his face changing already? The paranoia was strong, but he was stronger, though now that he thought about it, weren’t his lips a bit plumper? And he swore his eyelashes were getting longer by the second.

With his eyes constantly shutting he thought it’d be hard to stay focused on what sensei was saying, but the longer class went on, the clearer every word became. Actually everything was getting clearer, his classmates’ chit chat, nervous fidgeting, the lessons in the bordering three classes. All that hot blood was pooling in the tips of his ears, the lobes shriveling slightly as the backs of them prickled, a new erogenous zone forming as he wheezed out a blissful sigh. Thankfully their shape wasn’t changing up top, but he could tell they’d be a problem if this kept happening, if not for the changes, then for the absurd level of detail everything sounded as all sorts of tiny things became massive aurally. By the end of the first day, Bakugou’s chest bandages felt tight, his body felt hot and he was horny as all fucking hell, but right as he was ready to run off and relieve himself a bit, Kirishima stepped in to finally ask about whatever the hell he’d been staring at all day.

“Yo Baku! Have you been messing with dyes or something? Your hair’s almost white! If you wanted to mess around with some all you had to do was ask me. Besides, we haven’t hung out since the accident so c’mon, you can’t tell me this was natural.” It was his hair? Actually, now that he had a chance to feel it, it was silkier, definitely a lot softer than it usually was, the spikes drooping a bit as he ran his hand through it.
“Uh s-sure maybe tomorrow, I just gotta-” Bakugou’s nose twitched, smelling something as Kirishima leaned forward, something appetizing. He could feel his nose pop, softening and relocking into the bones of his face, Kirishima too focused on his hair and Bakugou on Kirishima to react properly. What was that smell? There was something rugged about it, yet familiar, and god with Kirishima so close, all of his muscles were just so big and…
“A-Actually I kind of fucked up with it, I used too much bleach I think and maybe you could help me get it back to normal?” The invitation slipped out without thinking, the knot on his bandaged chest digging into his back as he realized what he was feeling.

No, these fucking changes weren’t starting to make him attracted to-
“Sure thing Baku! It’s not easy keeping my hair red, so I doubt it’ll take too long before you’re the school’s blonde bomber again!” He gave him a friendly back pat, the strength and force behind it making Bakugou gasp with need, excusing himself as he ran back to his dorm. Fuck this was bad, he knew he was gonna turn into a girl, but there was no way he was into guys! Undoing the bandage wraps, he found his chest was sticking out a bit, soft lumps denting out from his otherwise muscled physique, his hands on them as he gasped from the sensitivity. His pants flew off, dick hard as he stroked it, groaning as his thoughts of various female heroes in skimpy outfits(besides Mirko, fuck that bitch) not quite doing it, but as he thought about Kirishima’s muscles, that back pat… He twisted his nipples then, grunting as he finally went past his limits.
“UNGH!” He felt ashamed as he came, feeling his balls buzz as he swore he felt them shrink a little in the messy aftermath, moaning as he didn’t just look girlier, but felt it too. Showering himself off, he rebandaged his sore chest, ignoring the urges to play with them as he stomped over to Kirishima’s room, hoping he could put some color back in his fading hair.
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Since that night, he had tried and failed to stop masturbating, fighting his urges and feeling pissed off every time he inevitably gave in, moaning as he groped his bloating chest, his shorter member. He now wore headphones to class, the bulky things seeming to stop his ears from turning, though the backs were now covered in white fur, which he made it a habit to shave off in the morning. Speaking of hair, he had royally fucked up the dye job, Kirishima’s forceful nature making him embarrassed when he remembered what he had done with Kirishima in mind, his hands grabbing the wrong color as he colored the near white locks brown. Kirishima did his best to fix it, and his hair was back to its blonde color even if it was much softer, but there was still a large brown patch in the middle that hadn’t properly washed out, though he had been assured it’d fade away after a few weeks of growth. Personally Bakugou didn’t want to think about a few weeks ahead, especially with how draining and difficult it was proving to just get past this one.

The changes were unstoppable, his skin looking almost burnt by this point, the changes gradual enough that they were hidden by the dye explanation, though a few had asked if he was okay, his heart fluttering when Deku had been the one asking. He would have punched himself in the dick right then and there if it wouldn’t have probably elicited a sexual moan than the angry punishment he wanted for such a disgusting thought. Each class was a lesson in his body betraying him, his breasts having to be bound tighter with each lesson, his nipples growing more sensitive by the day. Some classes all he could do was sit there and pant, feeling Mirko’s quirk eat away at some new part of him. The last two days it had been his hips, the first few pops surprising the class as people looked around for the source. He had learned to cough whenever he felt another surge of growth coming on, hiding the sound and stifling the moan that always threatened to escape as his tush grew wide and perky.

Even coughing grew dangerous, his throat rasping the following day as his coughs warbled up an octave, no one noticing the brief shift, but it scared the hell out of him. It didn’t help that his face was getting softer, girlier, his own moans sometimes turning him on when he gave into the lust, his throat curdling his Adam’s Apple as his voice could no longer stay consistently low. It was definitely still gruff, but that made it sound kind of sexy when it grumbled out in a sultry alto. That day he had been giving in when he grunted, coughing out the remains of his Adam’s Apple, his chest swelling in his grip to A cups as he moaned, not cumming, but actually seeing his balls shrink as they pressed in, the lack of space shooting his load out as he panicked, squealing in a sexy, girly voice. He wasn’t just going to give in like this, he couldn’t just stay here and jerk off his dick till it vanished! Plus tomorrow was the first day he truly dreaded, a day he usually looked forward to. It was the practical exam.

After that first realization of shifting preferences he had avoided the gym out of fear, but that was weakness talking. Surely he could exercise this shit out of his system. Maybe if he built up enough sweat he could actually make an explosion too! The last few days had seen his attempts just ending in embarrassment as he could barely even get a flicker from his hands even with his attachments. So he showered off, binded his chest and put on his hero uniform, his most comfortable outfit to put on whenever he exercised in the past. He kind of regretted it, the tight spandex pressing on his junk and sticking to his body in ways that definitely didn’t help his horniness, but he didn’t have anything else and was stubbornly fighting against the changes anyway, so it’s not like he’d give up his hero uniform. Thinking he was prepared he quickly made his way to the boy’s changing area to get to the gym, only to be slapped in the face with an unbearably strong stench of testosterone and masculinity, his body heating up with intense lust as he nearly bumped into Deku.

Everything was burning as he saw his childhood victim, something hot and needy pulsing in his veins. It was like that feeling of Aizawa’s repression going away, only completely unprompted by anything, a flurry of need and desire burning through his mind.
“S-Sorry Bakugou I didn’t mean to get in your way.” Deku absentmindedly rubbed Bakugou’s shoulder, the other hand nervously ruffling his own hair. This was why so many people picked on him, his lack of spine, his ease at giving in socially. It made him weak, an easy target, it made him cute. Normally the thought alone would disgust him, but he was already hard, a quivering moan accidentally coming out as the stench of the room made his head spin.
“Huh are you okay? You’ve been a little strange the last week and if you need help with anything before the test I’d be glad to-”
“Sh-Shut up! I don’t need your-” Fuck was that his voice now? It sounded so obviously girly shit! He quickly lowered it as best he could, changing from confrontational to isolating.

“J-Just leave me the fuck alone!”
“B-But-”
“I’M FINE!” Fuck he was so horny, a growing urge to punch Deku and tear his clothes off and fuck him right then and there- He ran to the nearest machine, sure he could sweat out the desire, burn away these shitty changes. His chest bindings were already soaked through before he even started and it was irritating his nipples, hardening them. Thankfully the machine he landed on was a thigh press, meaning he’d have minimal upper movement and could just focus on the exercise. Wanting to prove he hadn’t lost anything, he set it up to his usual weight and began to do a few sets, hoping he hadn’t weakened too much. Surprisingly it was a breeze. Hell it was easier than he remembered, the repetitive motion captivating as his focus wandered, his eyes landing on Deku’s own exercises, sultry moans leaving him as he barely even noticed the swelling of muscle and fat in his own thighs.

Knowing that Deku didn’t know he was watching freed a part of his mind from its embarrassment, his eyes locked onto the muscles bulging on Deku’s back, his legs, his toned ass. The fire inside was building, Deku’s toned bod the mental gasoline needed to get his sex drive raring into another gear. It was hard to even think in the growing lust cloud, his sweat soaked body trembling as its ruddy complexion darkened, his skin dripping paleness away in cloudy puddles under the press as it turned ungodly smooth and tan, the latex’s tight grip accented with a wave of sensitivity he had never felt before.
“NNNGH Deku…” His thighs were swollen looking, fat rippling through them as the exercise brought more tiny explosions of fatty tissue out, his ass pressing against the latex, making it ride up his crack as his seat became far more comfortable, AND pleasurable as it jiggled against the metal seat, his body trembling on the edge of something massive.

The hundreds of pounds bearing down on his legs might have well been nothing at this point, his legs lengthening, building power as sweat bubbled and steamed, the heat of his arousal enough to sear his cock as it hardened fully. He couldn’t stop watching Deku, his own thighs jerking himself off as his feet twitched and shrank, fantasies of Deku’s exercise equipment replaced with himself as his moans continued to grow in length and volume. God if only that nerdy little shit would press him like that, pull that weight around, make him sweat. His mind was racing, wondering how to get there.

Knowing Deku’s wimpy, sexy, toned ass, he’d probably have to be the one to initiate it, tossing his toned rival’s body onto a bed and screaming out what he wanted, no, NEEDED from him. Bakugou’s leg flexes were hastening, the sweet musk of sweat and Deku teasing him, driving him further and further into depravity. His body was burning through unneeded muscle like it was Fatgum on a beach day, his gyrating abdomen curving, shrinking, popping into a compressed, feminine frame as his mind turned to what would come next in his aggressive fantasy.

Shit, could he even domm Deku? He had All Might’s strength in that small body. Even if he threw him down initially, it’s not like he’d stay down. No, that fucker never stayed down which made him so fucking frustrating. He’d definitely turn things around, and soon enough he’d be the one on top, his muscled body making it clear how on top he was, how he was the one in charge as Bakugou would find himself slowly stripped and left bare until-
“Ohh Dek-ooooh~!” Bakugou pawed at his chest, feeling the bandages digging into his breasts, strangling them as the tie in the back tightened and strained. He imagined the gauze as Deku’s hands, digging into his breasts, teasing his nipples as he’d cry out Deku’s name, ready for anything, that first wonderful moment of connection thrusting up his body until Deku had made him his bitch.

“Ahhh~ AHHH~ F-FUUUUUCK!” Something thicker and slicker than sweat ran down Bakugou’s legs, his entire abdomen throbbing as masculinity pumped clearer and clearer from his cock. He stumbled from the machine, letting the weights crash down to resting as he whined, trying to hold something back, moaning as an inch of his cock drilled inwards, fucking him as the chest bindings snapped. People were already staring so he clamped down, biting his tongue as his face strained under the held back screams, the bones popping into new formations. Without thinking he stumbled into the women’s locker area, leaning against a wall as a hand fished inside his top, moaning as the useless bandages slid across his nipples. This wasn’t right, his breasts shouldn’t have grown this much. God he needed a fucking shower, he needed someone to fuck him, he needed- And that’s when he saw the mirror.

What the fuck had he been thinking? What the hell happened to his body?! None of the changes had been this sudden so why the fuck was he almost unrecognizable? Bakugou really didn’t want anyone fucking recognizing him in this outfit, some part of him hoping Aizawa could undo some of this if he focused on him for a while or something, but he hadn’t brought any other clothes with him. Though he was in the girls changing room… He felt perverted for even thinking it, and he ignored the still stiff lump in his pants as he took the nearest set of unclaimed clothes, hoping he wouldn’t be lumped in with Mineta if the owner barged in. It felt embarrassing to put on the skirt, happy he at least had his boxers on even if the seams were starting to tear. Shit when did his ass get this big?! He almost ignored the bra but… he needed it.

Normally he wouldn’t care about going around shirtless and it just proved that more of the changes were hitting his head, making him feel girlier, but god dammit he wasn’t able to get past whatever mental block was screaming at him to put it on. It was just too embarrassing to imagine his nipples poking through the slightly see through shirt, guys ogling him, wanting him, looking at his breasts and hoarding around him as he screamed for help, Deku appearing to fight them off right as they tore open his bra, and since  he was half naked anyways in front of his hero- NO NO NOOOO! This fucking quirk was doing this shit, making him feel so horny for, ARGH he couldn’t even think of his name without feeling his heart flutter, his chest thumping as it filled the cups of what had been a loose bra when he put it on.

Putting his own clothes in one of the school’s gym bags he quickly left, hoping no one would notice him stealing someone else’s clothes. He didn’t know how he was supposed to tie the bow so it just hung loosely atop an unbuttoned collar. Grabbing a quick milk to recharge at least some of the energy he lost, Bakugou planned his next move. Now where the fuck was Aizawa?! That asshole had to be somewhere nearb-
“Hey miss! Wait a second!” Ah shit someone had seen him taking the clothes- Wait why the fuck was Deku running after him?!
“Have you seen Bakugou around here? Oh wait I haven’t actually seen you here before are you a new student? Uh anyways he’s a very angry blonde man who…” Bakugou couldn’t focus much on the words, Deku’s sweaty body so close to his, muscles gleaming with sweat, but even that was nothing compared to the realization that Deku didn’t recognize him, and that he’d had called him ‘miss’ which meant Deku saw him as a, a-

POP!

The button breaking had covered up the sound of his left testicle sliding inside, an overwhelming ecstasy shattering his mind, his body actually going into shock, thankfully leaving his mouth shut as he felt the first searing taste of penetration. The pain of the bra brought him back down to earth, his gasps sounding more angry than horny as he looked from the burst open blouse to a blushing Deku, his words slurring over one another as he was clearly mesmerized by what he was seeing.
“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to look I-I’ll leave you to-”
“Do you like this kind of thing? Bet you got a nice long look didn’t you you lil shit!” It felt so good not to hide his voice to Deku, his cock thrumming as it felt hard everywhere except the base, something shifting about internally, intoxicating bliss threatening to overtake his wrath, any disgust fading as he felt his boxers dampen once more. Ohh fuuuuck if Deku wanted to do something to him right now, right here he’d, h-he’d-!

“I’m sorry you’re just very pretty! I-I mean- I’m so sorry goodbye!” He ran away, leaving Bakugou feeling disgusted with himself, horrified at how far he had gone. How had he gone from wanting to beat this thing to wanting to fuck his childhood rival? His sexy, buff childhood rival… so gentlemanly… and he’d called him, NNGH p-pretty…

At that moment Bakugou knew he wasn’t going to be able to find Aizawa in time, his hips bursting apart his boxers, another button breaking free from his top, the bra’s clasp threatening to snap any moment. He didn’t care about who he was or what he was becoming anymore, all he cared about was the heat, the terrible need in his body, mind racing as he ran to his dorm room and nearly broke the door down when he slammed it closed, tearing off his stolen uniform, the bra breaking open as his thick nipples sat like large Hershey kisses on his chest, his cock aching as a shot of cum exploded from the tip, another inch thrusting into him. He knew this would be the end of his masculinity, but he just didn’t fucking care anymore.

He tried to imagine it was Deku pinching his nipples, stroking his dick, but his hands were too soft now, too girly to match the calloused texture he wanted. So instead he imagined his own cock as Deku’s groaning as another slippery load shot out, his remaining testicle deflating before his eyes with every weakening spurt. His insides were clenching, shifting, veins and tubes wrapping around his half submerged scrotum, stabbing into the testicle as he screamed, cumming as it slurped inside.

“FUCK! FUUUUUCK~ D-DEKUUUU HARDER!” Reality was blurring, a chasm clawing through his gooch, hot air melting his prostate as clear fluids poured from his cock, the organ triggering as it softened to a warm, throbbing womb. That squishy softness at the base of his shaft was crawling up, his cock sinking like the titanic as it pressed into the muscled walls, filling him more and more, making him cum harder, faster, more hard cock shrinking into a soft pussy. At some point he started pressing down on it, screaming Deku’s name as his tip melted into his body, his nipples surging, ears cracking as they shot upwards, white fur prickling as he fucked himself, forcing his cock in until it wobbled against a barrier of muscle, his fingers partially inside a depressed cavity that hadn’t been there before. His hand thrusted in once, twice, imagining Deku moaning his name and cumming inside him as the third time proved to be the charm, her body spasming as she felt her cock invert, a hot gush ushering her into feminine bliss.

She was fucking melting, her brain boiling, molten goop. Every time she tried to think of who she was something sizzled as she slipped more fingers into her snatch, squealing with each explosive orgasm as she ruined her sheets, her bedding torn to shreds under her vicious fucking. Hair was flowing down her head, crawling into her eyesight. It was soft, silky, she wanted Deku to pull it as he fucked her, showed this bitch in heat what a good time REALLY was. Gasping she finally saw her reflection, moaning as Mirko’s face looked back, Mirko’s body naked before her eyes, her only sign of individualism being her voice as it rasped and moaned a bit deeper, angrier than the bunny hero’s. Seeing her wide, dripping snatch broke her, the realization that there was no going back horrifying and arousing to her.

This was fucked up, she wasn’t some fucking girl, and yet she was and she fucking loved every inch of the changes, the hair growth adding a third layer to the dyed colors, the middle now pure white. The bed broke as she finished slamming down on her clenched fist, groaning out one last “Deku” as her insides throbbed, all that heat inside gushing out and dripping onto the floor as she gasped, the room spinning, heart racing as she desperately picked up her phone. Why she dialed it she couldn’t say, something instinctual telling her where she needed to go, who would help her understand what had happened. Fuck why was she even calling this bitch? It was all her fault! And she’d never fucking forgive her for it, so whatever she had to say it wouldn’t fucking matter cause it was too late to-

“Hello? Bakugou?! Is everything okay?!” And at the sound of Mirko’s voice, everything popped into place. This was right, this was her new normal, it was time to talk with big sis.
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“Who’s the hot chick?”
“I-Is Mirko cosplaying as a school girl?”
“Kaminari, Mineta, if you two say another word I will personally see to your punishment.” Aizawa’s glare shut the two students up, though all the class couldn’t help but stare at the new student. She was the spitting image of Mirko from her yearbook photos, which half the male students would awkwardly mutter poor excuses if someone asked why they knew what her school photos looked like.
“This is our new student… Buki.” Mineta quickly whispered a bukkake joke to Kaminari, both stifling their giggles when Buki glared at them, her muscled physique making it clear that it wasn’t just Mirko’s looks she had inherited.
“As you can probably tell, she’s Mirko’s little sister. Or something. Just give her a warm welcome. Anything you want to say?”

The tan bunny girl smiled, her ears twitching as she energetically belted out, “I’m gonna be the number one hero in the future wimps! I’m even going to outshine my sister and beat her weak ass into the ground so don’t get in my way or I’ll crush you down! Oh and my hero name is Boom Bunny, I’ve got my sister’s quirk, but my legs also shoot out explosions. I heard you had some wimp here a few months back who couldn’t take the heat so I’m filling in!” It certainly was a way to make an entrance, and the way her quirk had manifested with big sis’s had been a fun revelation. Sure she couldn’t wear long pants without bursting through them or overheating, but she loved the freedom skirts offered anyways, and after some one on one training in combat and cosmetics, she had become adept at both in her new body, her panties a cute lacy number that would be sure to tease the boys with her style of combat. It was exciting to know how sexy she was, and it didn’t escape her mind that she had switched from arms to legs for her fighting style, just like Deku. Mmm Deku~!

He was the real main event of her first day back, not that her classmates would ever recognize her as she was now. Deku was such a charming prince, he had called her sooo many times and all of his voicemails were so dorky and cute, filled with worry and concern for her! Her tail was wagging back and forth at the thought of all the opportunities she had now that she was back. But she wasn’t some lovesick weakling who’d let him take the lead and wait for him to notice. Hell fucking no! She’d seen what that’d done for Uraraka and while she definitely wanted to be under Deku, that didn’t mean she had to be UNDER him! Oh she’d have plenty of time for the rest of the school year to train her cute nerdy childhood crush. God she couldn’t wait for class to end.

Sure enough, when the bell rang she had a one track mind, sidestepping Uraraka who had her hand outstretched, ready to welcome a new girl to UA, the gravity girl’s confusion sharpening to shock when Buki plopped herself down on the desk next to Deku, not so much flirting as commanding in a sultry tone to the shocked hero.
“YOU! I like you. Hell I think you’re adorable and I’d love to get to know you better. Besides, I could use a sparring partner for the physical test this Friday. Just warning you, I always get heated when I train, and you know what they say about rabbits…”

He looked so cute stuttering about she couldn’t help herself, leaning over and giving his cheek a nice nibble, her lip gloss leaving a wet mark on his face, easily visible against how red his entire head had become.
“So… whatta ya say to that?” He gave a resolute nod, smiling through the blush, a clang erupting in the room as everything around Uraraka was floating, her jaw clenched shut while the students around her were yelling for her to stop. It had been too easy, not that she minded. She couldn’t believe she had worried these small changes would have set her back before. Now all of her aggressiveness was sexy instead of off putting and she knew her popularity would skyrocket once those horny virginal ranking losers got a good look at her. So she lost a dick, so what?! She could tell from the lump in Deku’s pants that it wouldn’t take long before she had another one between her thighs… It was time for Boom Bunny to take center stage.