Explosively Energetic(Bakugou to Mako Tg) (Patreon)

"Where are my gauntlets?! I've been waiting for a fucking WEEEK!"

"Hey you can't rush perfection besides I figured out how to make them even more powerful I just need to get it so they stop crushing the hands of whoever holds them. A small iss-"

"If I can't wear them then what's the fucking point!"

Bakugou was getting frustrated with Mei's stupid tweaks to his shit. This was the fifth time he had sent his gauntlets back in a month and he needed to get them ready for his upcoming internship. She reminded him of Deku, but if he were into tech instead of superheroes, her overeagerness greatly infuriating especially when he was TRYING to do hero work. He was already falling behind Deku and he refused to let him get any more chances to pull ahead. Still he had to work with her so he tried to restrain his anger though a vein was noticeably throbbing in his temples as he asked for a timetable.

"When will it be ready?"

Mei paused her welding to rub her chin, thinking for a moment.

"Uhhhm... another week?"

"THAT'S TOO FUCKING LONG!"

Bakugou couldn't help the anger, sending a minor explosion as the sweat on his angered body blew, leaving both coughing as some of the canisters behind him burst. Mei quickly put her own gas mask on, which was always close by, though Bakugou had nothing as he breathed in tons of fumes from the ruptured capsules, trying to cover his own mouth with his hands fruitlessly as the smoke bypassed them whenever he took a breath. It was surprisingly sweet, not all that dissimilar to the stuff they used whenever he went to the dentist, the aroma tickling his throat and nose as he breathed more in with the most threatening giggle ever uttered.

"Pfftaaahahaha the fuck is this? Laughing gas?! I'm not gonna explode or some shit am I?"

Mei was sweating nervously, trying not to show it as she nonchalantly said, "I-It's fine. Nothing to worry about," which would have sounded convincing if she wasn't wearing a heavy duty gas mask.

"What's with the pffft l-haha-haughing?"

Each giggle only made him angrier as he stomped towards Mei, feeling a bit lightheaded by the fumes he had breathed in, barely noticing his sleeve catching on one of the busted ends of the canister. It tore, cutting his arm slightly. Neither noticed a red string rush into his uniform as he looked angrier than ever, feeling warm as the parasite from another world began incorporating itself into his genetic makeup.

"N-Now don't get mad at me this was your fault and I keep my lab in tip top sha-"

"YOUR LUNCH FROM FIVE D-HAHAHAYS AGO IS ROTTING NEXT TO HALF THE SHIT HERE!"

He really didn't like this foggy feeling in his head, the room not quite spinning, but it felt like he was floating, light, his throat sore from the giggles.

"Geez no reason to be snappy. WAIT WAIT I'LL TALK!"

She couldn't play coy anymore, his hands were about to snap and blow up half her lab and it had already blown up twice that month. She really didn't want to piss off her teacher any more so...

"Well I was doing a project on alternate worlds and stuff cause there might be super cool materials we don't even have in them after reading this cool manga with unbreakable metal and yada yada. So anyways I made a mini hypercollider that was set between a hundred tuning forks, put it in a few tubes and pulled stuff from wherever it connected. All of it's unstable in our universe so uh... besides some light tingles it shouldn't do much cause the liquid helium it was suspended in is all... gone?"

Mei didn't want to freak Bakugou out, partly because he might kill her and partly cause she was recording this without him knowing to see any interesting side effects, but was she imagining it or were his giggles getting higher? He looked softer too, his skin kind of.. plush? What was going on?

"Hehe wh-why are you KFF KFF l-looking at me like... ohhh I feel... hehehe l-loopy?"

Something was pounding in his head, like a migraine made of sugar or a headache that had rainbows and fun instead of pain. Even if it technically felt good it just felt so uncomfortable amongst the rest of his usual angst and anger, like an unwelcome guest trying to throw a surprise party on a day that wasn't even your birthday. And yet he giggled as he massaged his temples, groaning as his skin felt strange. There was something familiar about patches of it, sweat pooling down as the slickest sections felt the strangest. Usually his skin was as rough and course as his personality, bristles of blonde hairs invisible against his skin, but as he swiped his fingers against his body there was less to find beneath the sweat. Looking at his palms there were tiny hairs just barely visible swimming on the creases, and actually now that he looked at them, where were the tiny scars from his explosions?

He was finding it hard to focus, the giggles distracting him as he cracked his knuckles, barely phased by the crunchy shifts as his joints spread out, thin and cutesy. His teeth marked nails were rounding, the nail beds pinker, and now he was utterly transfixed by his arms. The last spots of hair on them had faded, leaving them utterly smooth and a joy to rub, but as his slender fingers felt up his biceps, a sudden urge to pinch couldn't be ignored. He couldn't help himself, the giggly feelings urging him on as he felt up his muscle, pinching it, feeling the fibrous strength softening with each squeeze, his lips twitching into a pleased smile as it felt so fun to feel and grope his softening limbs, just the right amount of fat filling them up into plump, smooth things devoid of all that rough and tough muscle from a few seconds a-

"Wh-Whahahat am I dohoohooing?"

Shit this wasn't right why was he still giggling after losing his muscles? He couldn't give into some stupid giggling voice in his head just because it felt superduperfunto-

"AGGGH!"

Mei had to pause her note taking when Bakugou slapped the bridge of his forehead with the heel of his palm, some of his blonde coloring flinging off as his bristling hair flattened into brown patches.

"Uhhh are you feeling okay Bakugou? Please describe in as much detail as you-"

"Puhahaha g-get out of my head you stupid g-hihiggling oooh~!"

He tried to shake loose the feeling growing, taking over more of his mind as he slapped his forehead again, moaning as all that did was jiggle his brain a bit, the giggles spreading faster as he felt dazed, like each hit was knocking loose a few brain cells as his mind grew increasingly airier. It felt really good to stop thinking, Bakugou bonking himself a few more times as the blonde dripped from his hair, leaving his face surrounded by a brown bowl cut, the strands straightening as they softened to a silky sheen.

Oh god what was he doing?! Well, besideshavingthe, like bestesttimeinhisdour- fuck fuck fuck he had to stop this he was stronger than whatever this was even if it was making him feel really really good, like wow was his cock starting to get hard though wasn't that weirdcausehewas a- a-

"N-Nononono! I'm not a girl I can't be t-heeheehurning into a bubbly sparkly g-girl!"

Feeling up his arms more to calm down gave him a horrifying connection on why his skin felt so familiar. It was like his stupidlypoor haha- angry mom's skin, that smoothness definitely not something masculine though it felt kinda weird having these cute plump arms but like, totallybroad and bulging should-

SCRUNCH

"GYAAAA~HAHAHA!"

Even Mei jumped back a bit, not prepared for the sudden dislocation of both his shoulders as they rounded down, grinding together into a tight, pulled in form that looked and sounded painful, but sounded like the coolest thing ever going by Bakugou's wide manic smile. Speaking of said smile, now that Mei looked closer, was that spittle on his lips or did lip gloss appear to make them pout? Interesting…

She was going to ask a few questions, but was interrupted by a sudden shocked moan from Bakugou, pausing his attack on his intelligence to scrabble at the collar of his shirt, groaning as he waved cool air onto his chest. All that smooth silky skin had spilled down his shoulders, making a mess of his musculature as it tore a path down his torso but what mattered were the two waves connecting around his chest as his nipples twitched. Bakugou's head was swimming, taking blows to his resistance as his cock grew fully erect. He just couldn't have his shirt touching them or it'd be too much, the slight breezes in the room from air conditioning already torturously sensitive as he watched them pucker under the softer skin, gasping at every tiny hair pulled out as the continued plucking turned them pink and full.

"OhohohohOOOOO~! OOOH OOOH!"

Bakugou was shifting side to side cartoonishly, moaning and giggling in front of a now blushing Mei as she observed his nipples surging, their size expanding as they stuck out in arousal. There was a slight crackle and crumble to his shifting when Mei gave it proper attention.

"You should take your shirt off Bakugou for science! Um I mean, because it'll make your chest feel less warm."

"R-ReallEEHEEHEE~!"

There was definite bulge behind them now, his jaw softening as his moans became even cutesier, his cheeks plump and cherubic as he went to pull his uniform top off, only for the entire bottom two thirds of it to tear off as it became more of a sailor fuku. The tighter uniform left his grasp, slapping down onto his beestings, Bakugou moaning heatedly as there was a twin gurgle as his chest turned five times as sensitive and three times as bulky.

"OooOOOOOooooOOOH~! N-Need to touch and grope andandand ahh p-please Mei s-taaahhhp it from feeling good I gots to ohboydoIwannagivethesethingsa- AAAAAAH~!"

With his restraint being dissolved in the fuzziness he couldn't stop his hands from digging in despite his desire not to.

Bakugou's mind screamed no, but his body and mouth gave a thrilled "YEEEESSSSSS~," as he fondled his growing tits, one hand pinching the left as his left eye shot open, the red mellowing out to a vacant looking golden brown, the lashes prickling out into an over the top wing while his irises widened to a wide, childish glee. It was a stark contrast to his still unchanged right, its red iris glowing with anger and shame as it showed how hard he was trying to fight whatever was happening, though even that crinkled joyously as the pleasure surged in from his growing tits.

Mei was studiously logging all of this since it was pretty clear regular science wasn't going to undo whatever this was. She was admittedly pretty turned on by the mix of science and eroticism going on in front of her, but that's what the video replays were for. Hmm, maybe she should send a copy to Deku for his next stress test, he always seemed to get more worked up from boobs than exercise. But that was for another day. For now she should be checking his mental state since she knew Bakugou definitely wouldn't be giving himself a feel in regular circumstances. Though she could hardly blame him, those things were getting big and based off the slowly shrinking contours of his sides, there was still a long ways to go till they hit their full heft.

"Quick question. Are you groping yourself because it's too good not to or is there something else making you want to um, do that to yourself Bakugou?"

"Hahah-Huh?"

For a second he felt confused. Bakugou? That wasn't his name was it? He swore it was Makugou or maybe something shorter? His red eye widened in shock as he realized what he had just thought, his eyebrows arched to exaggerate though their bushiness was quickly whittled down to thin lines. It was so hard to think through the pleasure, the fun, but he had to hold onto himself or else he'd he'd besomuchfunnerthanhiscurrentselflolandwouldn'tthatbecool?!

Makugou's thoughts felt like sand, the harder he tried to grip them the faster they slid through the cracks, moaning as he tightened his grip as much as he- Oh whoops he was totally touching his breasts right now. No wonder it felt so good! Agh shit no no he didn't w-want to feel sexy and stu-

"UNGGH HWOOOOO~!"

They were getting really large, now apple sized as his fingers dug in, testing out their thickness as he felt how far his fingers could go.

"OoooOOOoooh~! That feels so good though no shouldn't my sides not be caving in cause I'm still one hundred percent a guy but also I think I'd be cute if I was a bit smallerandreallyembracebeingcuteand OHHHHH! THAT'S! SO! GOOOD!"

There was another surge, his cock really tenting his pants as the legs began to dissolve, the bottom seams on the verge of ripping as Makugou took a big breath in for his stream of conscious rambling, only to find his sides and stomach deciding it liked where it was sucked in as a dizzying rush of pleasure mollywopped him.

"NO NO NYESYESYESYESSSS~!"

He could feel each muscled ab, every defined piece of his body he had worked on for the last few years melting, swimming up his softening abdomen and swirling into his breasts, the horny hormonal mess of a hero collapsing onto one of the work tables as his surging breasts lopsided his balance leaving him writhing and moaning as his apples turned to melons. With his uniform properly fuku'ed up top, it left his abdominal changes exposed to the world, his sides pumping away anything that didn't fit into the curvy cutesy firecracker this explosion fiend was blasting into. Much like his arms, there was something just perfectly plump and plush about his softened contours, his sides wriggling more and more suggestively as they curved, accenting his elongated navel as the arousal tore his cock free with surprising strength, the shorts fully unraveling into the start of a pleated skirt that jerked his hard cock as he squealed, about to burst.

His face squeezed tight, trying to hold in his identity, trying to focus on who he was, hoping to salvage some hint of himself from this pervasive bubbliness dead set on replacing him. He was Makugo, the class clown who always pepped up the FUCK the most talented powerful fucker who was going to be the number one hero someday. And the number one in cheeriness though it'd be nice if he could have good grades too- No his grades were plenty good enough since it wasn't like they were holding him back again. Oh boy mom would be annoyed if he ended up in the same grade as Mataro. Wh-Who the fuck was Mataro besides his pervy little brother? Couldn't really blame him though all the Mankanshoku's were pervy including her!

CRICCK

"GYAAAAAA~!"

His mind was being weathered down, much like his spine as each give in who he was subtracted an inch, popping it into a rather extreme curve that accented his large chest and shook the skirt into an upwards position, his flat ass bumping against the metal slab uncomfortably. Mei was wondering how the clothing changes were happening since everything else was biological, unaware of the red thread poking out his skin lightning fast as it pleated his skirt, prickling through his boxers as it resewed them into panties. When his eyes opened again, the one red one was wider now, its iris still red but mellowing out with a dreamy stare as it gained the same girly lashes as the other. The amazing pleasure in his breasts was starting to surge in his ass and if he didn't fight back he'd be sototallyscrewedandstuffandohboydiditfeelgoodtojustletthingsflowand-

SQUISH!

"HNNNGH!”

And now it was swelling like someone was spanking it, each wobble driving another nail in the coffin of his identity as the tip of his cock darkened his panties with precum, on the verge of blasting out whatever was left inside his mind.

This couldn't be the end of his journey, not like this! H-He was such a strong angry person, no one could stop him from being who she was though wow anangryedgypunkyloudmouthwhowasbristlytothepeoplearoundthem? That sounded like Ryuko! The thought of his punky gal pal made him moan, his hips trembling as fat bounced his muscled ass out into a cute tush, his own wriggling presses making him hornier and hornier as his red eye mellowed to a matching honey color. At this point he was scrolling through his memories for fun, each one fizzing into an edit that felt superduperawesome!

He could just imagine himself bullying Dek- giving her supernerdychildhoodfriendasuuuuuperhug! His delinquent friends totallyniceronceshegottoknowthemplustheyprotectedherlikealittlesisterwhichwasadorable! B-But no he was Makou, h-he wasn't some overexcited, f-fun loving, awesomest friend to anyone who needed him to, h-her to-

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDGE!"

His cursing faded from habit, his moans squealing as his hips widened to an appropriately girly stance. Most of his body was curvy and soft so why should his baby holders be spared? It was really erotic too, the extra girth letting his ass really swell up to a perky pinchable bum, not a hint of muscle to be found on it as the only visible muscle left was in his thighs and calves.

The fat was actively groping him internally too, wrapping around to hug his innards as his balls swelled at the embrace, his muscle shivering as it wanted to join the warm embrace of cuteness offering it a way out from its boring old structured hardness. Mei watched as the dazed look on Bakugou's face suddenly shifted to a gleefully horny look as he moaned, a lump rising up and down his cock before the horny half girl finally felt some kind of release as cum sprayed out onto the floor of the lab.

"Well I can skip whether it feels good or not on the questionnaire. Are you still in there Bakugou?"

His head snapped to attention at the utterance of his old name confused.

"I-IsthissomekindofbullyingMei? CauseI'mwaytoohornyrightnowtoknowif- HWAAAA OH SHOOOT I'M ERUPTINGOHMYGODOHMYGAAAWWWD~!"

His quirk seemed to be condensing in his cock, blasting out load after load as the softness encroached upon his groin. It was buffing his balls, clearing out those spindly hairs on his balls and shaft as the loose skin tightened as if his cock was trying to strangle itself.

There was a pocket of resistance somewhere in his head still, not fully wanting to give in as he screamed from within his own head. The mental self was disgusted by all these weak girly thoughts. How the fuck could he be losing to someone who didn't even have half his drive? Half his vigor?!

"Well did ya think that maaaaybe you're waaaaay too uptight?"

"HUH?"

He looked around only to have hands wrap around from behind him, Mako hugging her new host as she giggled out, "Peeek-a-boo!"

Bakugou tried turning to chew her out, but that only led to his face being smushed between her breasts, the two ids naked in his mind as she rolled his face between her massive chest.

"Mmm~ thatfeelssososoamazingjustkeepgoingcauseI'msoabsurdlyarousedrightnow!"

He pushed her away, his face now a perfect copy of hers, drool pooling from a corner of his now plump mouth.

"G-GET AWAY FROM ME! I WON'T GIVE INTO THIS SHIT! I'LL BLOW YOU A-AWAAY?"

Another Mako popped up behind him giggling as she teased his nipples, watching them swell as the first Mako grabbed him from the front, both giggling as they played with his body like clay.

"Awww c'mon! Doesn'tthisfeel a-maaaaa-zing?!"

"OohitdoesMakoourbodiesaretotallysyncedsoI'mfeelingeverythingthisgrumpis!"

"Ahhh~ S-Staaawwwp I'm the-the bestestherotoeverliveandI'lltotally- fuck wait no don't-"

A third and fourth Mako appeared, one groping his pillowy booty, the other sucking out all his aggression through his cock, his inner turmoil resolving to an orgy of Mako.

In the real world a vein throbbed in Makou's temple, its weird bulge on their otherwise cute face slowly resolving itself as they thrashed and moaned, absolutely loving the feeling of whatever it was inside their brain joining the fold of fun. Inside the Mako's were only multiplying, playing and teasing with their rapidly twinning host, one final cry leaving him as he felt Mako's tongue slip inside a growing wet spot between his thighs.

"NO OHHHH~ GAAAWD LIKE JUST STAAWP JUST JUST JUSTJUSTJUSTGIVEINALREADYSTUPID!"

"Huh? Aren't you the one resisting?"

"NoitwasthatotherMako!"

"EHHHH~! NoIwastheonegropinghisboobies!"

"Aww which one of us had to give in?"

"He'sgottabehiding! Quick! Scrub everylastinchofthisplace clean tillwe find him!"

There was no Bakugou anymore, only Mako inside, the out still lagging but then again she did usually like to either go at the speed of light or lallygag on the sides. Actually, without that resistance there, what was she even doing? Wasn't there something pressing? Oh right, her thigh fat on her cock seemed pretty pressing as her dick ran out of cum to expel. Looking down she could really feel the fat hugging away all that stupid muscle, plumping her thighs out to a proper thickness that really accented her figure as her releases turned clear. Oh boy was this dirty it was a good thing no one was here to-

"You in there Baku?"

"EEEEEEEK P-P-P-P-PERVEEERT! ISTHATACAMERA?! WHYISACAMERAPOINTEDATMY- NOOO~ EVERYONECANSEEMYPANTIESPLAINASDAY! I'MNOTEVENWEARINGMYSEXYPANTIESTODAY!"

For a second she was really concerned, then her cock slid in an inch and suddenly it was all forgotten, her body feeling really really hot as she flung her skirt off followed by her top, her bra and panties more of a bikini as the final changes ran through her. There wasn't much to say as her masculinity was fully swallowed between her thighs, her cock forcing itself inwards as her balls cratered into her, but Mei logged everything she said which amounted to the following.

"YESYESYESYESYESYES OOHHHHHHHH~ YESYESYESYESYES HNNGH YSSYSYSYSYSYSYSYSYSYSYSYSYSYSYSYSYSYS YESSSSSSSS~!"

She was cumming her brains out, or well, what little brains were left inside, only joy and bubbles and random fun facts left bouncing around as her balls popped with a warm gush of fluids, her cock softening as the last hard piece of her body was forever sucked in with a wet, rubbery squish. Her thighs were long and luscious, her calves curving down into slightly oversized feet, though as the rush of her first few female orgasms bounced around her body like pinballs in a broken machine, their spasms and flexes quickly reduced them down to dainty little juts as Mako squealed in final bliss.

Mei awkwardly looked at the mess the new girl had made, figuring that Bakugou was most certainly not at home in whoever he had become. Perhaps this was someone from another universe? An advanced form of life?

"Are you feeling okay? Is this the start of some kind of weird takeover?"

The girl popped up, doing a somersault before flashing the peace sign.

"OOOH~ IFEELSOOMEGASUPERDUPERABOVEANDBEYONDAMAZINGTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUMEI! THOUGHWHEREAMIANDWHATAMIANDWHYDOIHAVETWOSETSOFMEMORIESTHISISWEIRD!"

Well there went the idea this was some form of advanced life. At least it made for an interesting experiment.

A week later and the school was still trying to find out what exactly had happened, Mei luckily able to shift the blame to a random villain who definitely existed that could do this. It was definitely not her fault. Mako at least seemed to enjoy her new status as the bad boy turned goofball, perhaps a bit too much as she dressed up like a delinquent even if her personality could only sustain a serious atmosphere for about a half second. She was especially drawn to Deku, her memories thoroughly absorbing him into her bestie, though there was still something missing.

"Awww c'merebestieforabighuuuuug!"

"Ahhh M-Mako wait your t-too close and your bre- I mean y-your chest is pushing against my-"

"Ooohdoyouthinki'mcuteandstuffhehehe?"

Hmm he was just a bit too easy to tease. She kind of yearned for someone a bit more edgy though she still loved her cute Deku goofball. The life fiber inside her though could feel her desire building by the day, waiting for the opportune moment to strike out and give her the best friend she wanted. After all, sure Deku was great, Deku was a good boy. But why settle for Deku when you could have a Ryuko all your own?