Chapter 4 - MHA: Heroes in Bondage: Chapter 1 - The Aristocrats

Years after the manga's ending, Izuku and his wife Ochako have become full fledged heroes. ...And they've been working themselves like dogs. Until a concerned Momo finally puts her foot down and tells them to take a damn vacation. A vacation of her own naughty devising of course. One with lots of leather costumes and ropes and big bumpy buzzy things...

NOTE: Contains a robot vore snake at the end

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"Run all that by me one more time, doctor."

Momo rested her chin on the rear of her chair. She sat backwards on it. Arms folded over its crown, watching her two friends sleep. She'd only just gotten the call. 'The eagles had fallen.' The transmission had said, an encoded signal no hero wanted to hear. It meant that the best among them had been beaten.

Izuku Midorya and Ochako Uraraka, Japan's #1 and #3 heroes respectively. Possibly the most admired crime-fighting duo alive today. But more importantly for Momo, these two were her friends. Her chest hurt just by seeing them like this. Unconscious and hooked up to beeping monitors. Beaten and bruised all over.

The doctor sighed and shuffled his papers back to their beginning. "Kid Drizzle was heading a bank robbery with a small gang of his punk friends. Deku and Uravity arrived on the scene to break it up."

"That should've been easy for them. Kid Drizzle is the, what, lowest ranked villain in Japan?" Momo shook her head.

Momo glared at the picture she had on hand for Kid Drizzle. An uppity twenty-something, paler than a twilight vampire and ninety pounds soaking wet. His villain costume (if you could even call it that) was nothing more than spandex speedos, swim goggles, and some cheap flippers. Oh, and the cape, which looked like he'd stolen it from Spirit of Halloween. And what quirk did this absolute menace to society have? Rain, he could make it rain… and that was about it.

"Second lowest for what it matters." The doctor corrected, then continued. "Point is a fight broke out. These two were off their game from their start. The report says he pulled off some move where he made his raindrops fall with the force of bullets. He caught them completely off guard. Frankly, I don't think the kid was expecting to win."

"Mm." Momo watched her friends sleep.

"So, what's the hero association going to do about this punk?"

Momo shrugged. "Not much more than we already do. We know he's got at least one trick up his sleeve now. Any one of us can bring him down if we're careful."

The doctor was about to say something. Probably to ask why Izuku and Ochako couldn't have done that themselves. Momo changed the subject fast.

"Kid Drizzle isn't a problem for us. It's these two I'm worried about." Momo got up and moved to Izuku's bedside. Brushing a stray lock of frizzy hair off his sleeping face. Truth be told, she'd always had a soft spot for him. And if she and Ochako weren't such close friends— No, best not to dwell on that.

"Well, once we've run them through some tests, we can tell you exactly what's wrong—" He began. Momo cut him off.

"You already know, don't you?"

"…Well. I've seen this exact thing before in overworked salarymen."

"And what was their diagnosis?"

"We, can't know for sure without the proper tests." The doctor used his sleeve to sponge sweat from his bald head. He was being evasive; she didn't like that.

"Doctor, I don't care what some machine has to say. I want to hear it from you."

She held his gaze on him very evenly. Truth be told she hated putting pressure on people like this, but the last thing Izuku and Ochako needed right now was days of invasive poking and prodding. Now the sweat came for real, he'd been boxed without even realizing it.

"…Chronic exhaustion. The Americans call it burnout. These two have been working themselves like dogs, right?"

Momo nodded, that was what she'd been afraid of.

"Then in my professional opinion, these two need a vacation. A long vacation."

After that, the doctor excused himself. Momo had told him the hero association would take things from here. And, being a civilian and all, the man wasn't about to argue. Momo sat with her friends until they stirred. Groaning from the sort of exhausted sleep that was too deep for dreams.

"Oh man, my head feels like it's gonna split." Izuku groaned. "You okay, honey?"

"Yeah, I think so."

Ochako shook the daze from her eyes. Both heroes noticed they were hooked up to IV drips. It took them a minute to realize they had an audience. And that she was not happy with them.

"Oh, hi Momo. Did we beat Kid Drizzle?" Ochako asked.

Momo gave it to them straight. "No, you didn't. You both lost badly."

"What?!" Izuku sat up so fast you'd think he'd been shocked. Too fast, he grunted and clutched his side. Which was speckled with bruises. Gently as she could, Momo pressed him back to the bed.

"Don't, Izuku. You need this." She looked at Ochako. The poor girl had bags under her eyes. "You both do."

Ochako shook her head. "We can't, they need us out there."

She tried to get up. But she only got as far as sitting on the side of her mattress; that was when Momo snapped at her.

"Don't you dare get up." Momo's clipped tone stopped Ochako cold. More from shock than anything else. Neither of her friends had ever heard her speak with such authority before. She was about to say more than that. That they were both being stupid and they needed to slow down and they were being selfish by making her worry so much…

She took a deep breath. No point in letting all that out now. It wouldn't help.

"You're right, they do need you two. But not this badly. Just lay down, Ochako. Please?" She tried not to sound too desperate. Through all this, she still had her hand on Izuku's chest.

The please was what got through to them. Ochako sheepishly climbed back under her sheets. And Izuku stopped trying to fight her by sitting up. Now that they were both where they were supposed to be, Momo pulled up her chair and sat again. Trying to convince herself that, yes, she'd always filled out chair seats to borderline overflowing. Yup, she had definitely not put on any weight in her… caboose. Nope no sir.

"When was the last time you two had an actual vacation?"

The married couple looked at each other. Both struggling to remember. Izuku said sometime last year. When Momo asked him to elaborate, he looked blank. Finally, after continual prodding, she got the full story. They had in fact taken a vacation… to Akihabara. Not a bad idea in a vacuum but for them? Not so much. Apparently, they'd spent the entire time signing autographs and dodging reporters. In summation, it'd been the exact opposite of relaxing.

Momo pressed her palms together to calm herself. It had been even worse than she thought. Bit by bit, a plan began to form in her mind. In her tenure as a full-fledged hero, she'd made some… connections. Very unusual ones. To people and places outside Japan's borders. Private places where these two would be far less known. Somewhere they could finally unwind and have a little adult fun.

She'd have to make a few calls. Papa would know whether their family had any plans for their old cabin in Switzerland. Last time she checked nobody had found a use for it. Then she'd have to get in touch with Mei and Midnight. But then again she didn't want Midnight to take charge for this. Momo was so deep in thought; she forgot her friends were watching her. Watching her nibble her lower lip in that cute way she always did.

"Okay, I know what you two need." Momo took their hands. "You two need another vacation. A real one."

"Not to Akihabara again?" Izuku cringed at the memory.

Momo shook her head. "Much further away. I'm taking you knuckleheads to Switzerland."

Aaaaand pin drop. Ochako and Izuku both stared at her like she said they were going to Mars.

"Skiing?" Ochako sounded incredulous.

"Uh, Momo. I don't see how skiing is gonna help us." Izuku commented.

The sheer incongruency of his comment almost made her laugh. Assuming all went to plan, they would be doing a lot on this little trip she had planned. But it sure as hell wouldn't involve skiing. Or going outside much at all really. They did enough of that already.

"Oh no. I've got something much more fun in mind." Momo gave their hands one last affectionate squeeze. "You two rest up and get better. You won't have to worry, I'll take care of everything. This trip is on me."

She left before they could ask any more questions. Partly to let them sleep, and partly so they wouldn't hear her heart hammer with excitement. It'd be hard to source all the… toys they'd need, and she personally was about to go way outside her comfort zone. But, for their sake, it'd be worth it in the end.

…Okay maybe it wasn't SOLELY for their sake. Truth be told, she'd fantasized about this scenario for years~

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Izuku shut his eyes and listened to the train chug along. White smoke from its stack cutting an ivory line across an empty sapphire sky. A long leash behind them which trailed for miles behind them, all the way back to the train station. They were climbing, he could feel it in his ears. Idyllic green meadows slid past at high speed, patched here and there by white snow. As they ascended the mountainside, green and white warred for dominance. But slowly and surely, snow won a hard-fought victory over grass.

Ivory vistas of sparkling ice rolled around them. Angled along the slopes. A clear spring sun made the snow's ice crystal crests glitter like gems. It was beautiful and almost too bright to look at. They definitely weren't in Japan anymore.

"Hey. Look at that!"

Izuku jostled his wife's shoulder. Pointing out a swooping sculpture of blue ice. Like a ballerina shaped to some formless ideal of feminine beauty. Something only nature could create. Ochako let out a drowsy 'Hmm?' and opened her eyes. Removing an earbud to hear him. She just missed the art.

"Aw, nuts. You missed it." Izuku snapped his fingers.

Ochako laughed a little and snuggled up to her husband. Lifting the armrest between them so she could get extra close. It wasn't exactly intimate, what with their ski pants, boots, and long heavy coats. But he still felt her head on his shoulder. It made a perfect pillow for her. After months of overwork, she'd finally caught up on her sleep.

"It's okay, honey. I'm just fine with looking at you."

Izuku let his head fall on top of hers. She'd used the lavender shampoo again, he could smell it in her hair. An arm 'round her waist made sure she couldn't get away. When was the last time they'd done this? Just… enjoyed each other's company? Too long, way too long. He'd forgotten how wonderfully soft Ochako was.

Bit by bit, he hears her… music(?) playing. No, not music, something else. Emanating silken soft through her loose earbud.

"What're you listening to?"

Ochako moaned and pouted. "Nooo, I don't wanna get my phone out. Wanna snuggle."

He laughed. "Here, I'll get it."

"You're the best, Izuku." She kissed his nose.

Izuku found her phone, hidden deep in one of her coat pockets. He knew the key to unlock it by heart. Not that he used it very often.

"Space Ambience ASMR?" He read the title.

"Mhm, it's soooo relaxing. Wanna try it?" She offered him her earbud.

Not about to say no, he inserted the little rubber tip. All at once a low static hum overtook him. As if it were the energy field of some gigantic machine. Or wind in an endless void where there was no air.

"Whoa." That was all he could manage.

"I know, right? It's like it's just you and me in the whole wide world." She spoke softly, all but kissing his earlobe.

"Heh heh, no midnight villain attacks?"

"Not a one. No horny fan girls interrupting date night either."

Izuku cringed. "Sorry about that—"

She cut him off with a finger to his lips. "It's not your fault."

They stayed like that for awhile. Not a hero team but a husband and wife. Unknown and blissfully nameless among throngs of foreign tourists. Bit by bit the train made its stops. Disgorging some passengers and taking more on. Though always less every time. Until their car was mostly empty. They passed the village Spietzmentz with little care and climbed into the second to last leg of their journey. One last stop before this mythical ski lodge Momo's family had purchased. That was when the dreaded curse of fame struck…

"Oh my god! You're Deku!"

Her Japanese was terrible, and her squee broke them from their trance. Ochako groaned, feeling a headache coming on. Izuku dreaded what he'd see in the seat behind them. But what he saw was even worse than he feared. A platinum blonde snow-bunny-bimbo with big and expressive blue eyes. Locked on to him. So energetic she was basically bouncing on her toes.

But there was something in her clear eyes that almost stopped. A dark spark of sex, of lust for him specifically. This wasn't your garden variety fangirl; this was a slutty fangirl. The type rockstars habitually ploughed through cock-first.

"Uh, hi." Izuku's throat felt dry. "It's always good to meet a fan."

Get rid of her. Ochako mouthed to him.

I'm trying. He mouthed back.

Not that he could do very much. Because a slender pair of hands had cupped his chin, and some manicured french nails were tickling his jaw.

"Wow, you're even, like, cuter in person. All my friends keep saying you put some kinda filter over your face but you're, like, really this hot."

"Ahem!" Ochako cleared her throat. She shot the snow bunny her best death glare. …Which didn't work very well. Even when Ochako was angry, she looked cute. It was a blessing and a curse.

Suffice to say, her prodding slid right off the younger woman's ego. Secure in her superiority over an 'old lady' like her. Old being thirty at the most.

Izuku politely weathered her relentless chattiness for several miles. Making it a point not to notice how she was 'accidentally' inching her coat's zipper lower; whenever she thought Ochako wasn't looking. Yup, she definitely wasn't wearing a top under that coat. Or a bra. The hapless married couple made an escape at the next station. Lying that this was their stop. But it just so happened that it was the bimbo's stop too.

Lucky them.

She followed them into the crowd. Strutting on clicky high heels, which she balanced easily on the station's snowy cobblestone platform. The stop here was short and so our hapless couple resorted to drastic measures, they scattered. Ochako did her best to lure the little slut away while the object of her affections slipped into the one sanctuary available.

The men's bathroom. Which was pretty much empty save for one occupied stall. Izuku stripped off his knitted cap and splashed cold water on his face. Trying to calm down the bulge in his pants. Sure that girl was obnoxious and inconsiderate. But he was still a man. And his iconic quirk had given him a hair-trigger cock. Thank god Ochako was so understanding. Now all he had to do was wait in here until that little slut gave up—

Two slender hands slipped around his sweaty neck.

"Hey, handsome."

…Crap.

"Okay, look." He turned to face her. "I know you're a huge fan and I don't wanna torpedo that. But my wife and I are just trying to relax here—"

"I could help you with that." She purred. Accented Japanese doing nothing to hide the throaty vibrato of her voice.

Izuku sighed. She wasn't listening. "I'm married. I can't just sleep with whoever…" He realized he didn't know her name.

"Call me Vanna, cutie."

Hoo boy. Don't look at the titties don't look at the titties don't look at the titties… His eyes flicked down. Shit. Vanna licked her icy blue lips, he'd been caught. Slender forearms pressed her treasures from the sides. Forcing those perky DD-tits to bulge at him. Eyes still locked on to his, Vanna slipped two slender fingers into her deep cleavage. Sliding forth a red sharpie. Sensuously the relentless homewrecker bit the marker's cap and tugged it free with a sterile pop. Then she let the cap drop back between her tits.

Off to the side, an angry voice shouted to them in french: 'Get a room you two! I'm trying to piss!' Neither of them noticed.

"You wouldn't mind giving one little autograph for a… super devoted fan would you?"

Izuku brightened up a little. Now he had a glimmer of hope of escaping this unmolested. Just as long as she didn't make him sign her chest he'd be in the clear. But just to be safe, he slipped out his phone, just outside her field of view. He texted Ochako blind. He knew the message by heart.

She found me.

Code Red!

"Okay, one autograph. Then you leave us alone, deal?" Izuku took the pen. "What do you want me to sign?"

Vanna aimed her ivory cockpillows at him. That zipper inched a fractional centimeter lower. He swore he saw a hint of nipple…

"Take a guess. And you can stick it wherever you want, stud. I've got plenty of space…"

The door creaked.

"Ahem!"

Ochako stood in the door, hands on her hips. Glaring hell and fury at the selfish bimbo.

"H-honey… this isn't what it looks like!" Izuku put up his hands over his head.

"I know it isn't. Code Red, right?"

Ochako stalked over to them, pulling off a glove. Vanna smirked and turned to face her self-proclaimed rival. Between her natural height and her six-inch stilettos, she seemed to tower over Ochako. Who barely inched over five foot one herself. Ochako just about came up to Vanna's tits. It wasn't a fair competition… for the slutty blonde bimbo.

"You need to leave." Ochako poked her forehead.

"Mm, I'd say that's Deku's decision. Shrimpy." Vanna looked down her nose at Ochako. Arching her back so those voluptuous tits bulged just that little bit more.

Ochako's eye twitched, she glanced at her husband, who shrugged. Clearly he'd already tried.

"Okay, fine, whatever your name is. If you want to compare figures…"

"Uh, honey? I don't think that's a good idea."

"You shush. Your wife's working."

Ochako unzipped her coat in one go. Bam! Vanna's jaw dropped as an avalanche of plush, springy tit meat exploded toward her. Fat planetoids of pale breast bulged around the hems of a practical black tank top. Like Vanna, she wasn't wearing a bra. Because getting custom fitted was fucking expensive in this economy. A pair of nipple pasties did the job most of the time.

"You… Ah… Ah… Wha…?"

Vanna's pouty lips quivered; big blue eyes barely large enough to take in the sheer scale of tit her rival thrust at her. Those things had to be twice as big as her own head, each! And they looked even more obscenely disproportionate on Ochako's borderline short-stack frame.

She took a step back, and Ochako followed her. Fat knockers bouncing obscenely.

"I know, they're huge. It comes with having a strong quirk. Not like yours I'm guessing." Ochako inspected her 'rival's' meager bust. "Let me guess, you're one of those sluts that was born with a beauty quirk, right? And you never put the time in to develop it?"

Vanna's slender fingers curled into fists. She'd hit a nerve. "You little bitch. You've got no idea what I've been through—"

"Boo hoo, save it for your blog." Ochako pointed at the ceiling. "And up you go."

"Eek!"

Vanna squealed when her heels left the dirty floor. Ochako traced a circle in the air, and the younger woman rotated in place around her waist, until she dangled upside down. She was shaken several times for emphasis. Sizable breasts bouncing ridiculously with every rep. Once that was done, Ochako zipped their coats back up. First hers, and then Vanna's.

"Obviously nobody's ever taught you any manners." Ochako clapped her hands. Her quirk dispelled and Vanna floated back to the floor. "But I'm not your mother, so I can't force you to learn. Still though…" She stuck the same finger in the taller woman's face. "You are going to apologize."

"…Sorry."

"Not to me, to him." Ochako tilted her head toward her husband. Who'd been utterly transfixed by his wife's show of strength.

Vanna's ego wouldn't let her make eye contact. So she grumbled a half-hearted apology to her idol and scurried away. Back out into the cold. Ochako sighed, taking a deep breath to swap personas. She'd had to step into hero mode a little to pull that stunt off. Once she stopped being Uravity, she became acutely aware of what she'd just done. Oh god, what had she just done?

"Izuku, honey. Was I too hard on her? I--I mean I know she was annoying and all but it wasn't like she was trying to really hurt us— Mmph!"

Izuku cut her off with a kiss. It caught her completely off guard. Ochako blushed bright red and melted into him. Doubly so when he hitched his muscular forearms under her bulgy backside and lifted her up. So that they could snog at eye-level. Shocked by her man's sudden desire, she found her arms clasping behind his neck of their own accord. At a rakish angle, she marked her man's mouth with pink glossy lipstick.

"Whoa… where did--- Mm<3" Her eyes fluttered. "Where did this come from?"

"I dunno, mm. But seeing you that woman in her place was… It was just really hot for some reason."

"Wait, are you telling me you like dominant women?"

Izuku rubbed the back of his head. "Uh, maybe? Kind of? I mean me and all the other guys had a thing for Midnight so…"

"Oh, you did…? Oh<3" Her wicked smile made his scalp tingle. "Then what if I stopped bothering with that silly bodysuit and painted my costume on?"

Oh, shit, boner. Boner incoming! Ochako felt his member stiffen. Encouraged, she poured on the heat.

"You know it'd be a lot of work to get the pattern right. So you'd have to help me get the paint in all my little nooks and crannies."

Izuku felt the incoming tingle of a raging hard-on. He'd never seen this side of his wife before. Mind you they hadn't been married for very long but, still. God damn. She felt so light in his arms but at the same time so solid. So warm… So strong… So sexy…

He felt Ochako slip a hand down his ski pants. Searching the mouth of his left pants leg for the root of his meaty cock… Don't get hard now, don't! He thought. You just bought these pants! The bell saved him. Or more accurately; the train whistle. Its steam spitting trill dragged them both back to reality.

"Oh shit, the train!" He began.

"Oh shi—crap! Our luggage is on there!" Ochako caught herself before she swore.

Together they ran outside, Ochako still hanging in his arms. Just in time to see the last car leave the platform.

"Think we can catch it?" Izuku asked.

"Normally yeah, but I don't have my costume." She noted.

"Don't worry, I'll get us both there."

One for All pulsed inside Izuku's core. Glowing blue veins enclosed his skin, and a static aura enveloped them both. Electric enough to stand up the fine hair on the back of Ochako's neck.

"One For All: Full Cowl. Hang on, honey."

Izuku jumped. And he flew, soaring until the train was a tiny steel caterpillar on a cotton sheet. Far below and easy to catch. The distance was easy to cover, practically nothing. The real challenge was the take off and landing. Normally he didn't have to worry about stomping craters in things, but he didn't want to cause any property damage here.

Izuku and Ochako caught up to the train with ease. Diving onto the roof of the caboose before it vanished into a tunnel. Neither the darkness of the high speeds bothered them much. They were used to both.

Izuku helped his wife down into the car itself. From there they made their way back to their seats. Sure enough, the other cars were empty. They were the only passengers on this train. Whatever their next stop was, it had to be exclusive in the extreme.

Together they settled back in for the rest of their journey. Enjoying each other's company. Steamier and less chaste than before, because the spark between them was fresh and bright now.

Tenacious, the train climbed the mountain. Around and around the long bracelet of steel rails. Until all the little towns below lay scattered beneath them. Fairy rings of model houses, fed by a mycelium of cobblestone roads. A lovely facade pulled straight from a child's book of fairy tales. And then the final stop emerged. The return track moved in tight with their ascending path, and they crested into one last little valley. Not more than a handful of miles from the mountain's crown of clouds.

A granite cleft large enough to house a ski lodge. Ice bejeweled and snow-painted ridges hid the sanctuary from view. A perfect place for absolute privacy. Both from prying eyes and winter's stinging breath. There was no platform, the train simply stopped midway through the roundabout which would carry it back down the mountain. Izuku handled their roller cases with ease, the steps to the heated gravel path below proved to be just wide enough to get them through. And then, together, the couple got a look at the house itself.

They'd expected a log cabin of some kind. A rugged block of interlocking logs not much bigger than UA's dorm rooms. But this ski lodge was anything but. The lodge was whimsically modern. Three floors of mostly windows inset into an oak body. Curvatures swooping in and out to form a patio and two balconies. Warm orange light glowed from inside. Casting the luxurious contents in golden light, an undifferentiated plaster of comfort…

"Oh, wow. This place is amazing!" Ochako's eyes all but sparkled at the size of the place.

"Yeah, I keep forgetting how rich Momo is."

Ochako helped her husband get the bags up the drive. Together they approached the lodge. Eager to get inside and warm up. They passed a smaller shack without much notice. Though they did vaguely notice the heavy electronic hum from inside. A generator of some kind, and a BIG one. Were they not so enchanted by the newness of this place, they might have wondered why it needed so much power.

Not for running the lights surely. It really should have told them who, exactly, Momo had recruited for this… special vacation.

The ornate front door stood firmly closed. Not finding a doorbell, Izuku shrugged and moved to knock. Only to have it slowly swing open.

"Special effects?" Ochako suggested.

"I guess. I mean this is supposed to be super luxurious."

Slightly apprehensive, they made their way inside. Melting at the sudden warmth of the inside. As if they had passed some magic barrier between biting winter and blessed spring. A fire crackled in the next room, complete with popping charcoal. And they could feel the house's central heat running. Almost immediately they began to sweat.

"Man. It's almost too warm in here."

Izuku stripped off his heavy coat. Then his pants and other arctic defenses. Soon he wore nothing but a stretchy, skintight base layer. More a loose bodysuit than anything else. Then he helped Ochako strip too. Like always, though, modesty compelled her to keep her ski pants on. Suddenly the ambient temperature became much more comfortable. Apparently the climate had been tuned so people could run around with very little clothing, or none at all.

Speaking of little clothing…

"Well well well, there you two are." A familiar voice wafted to them. Rubber creaked as a heavy-hipped figure rose from an armchair near the free-standing fireplace. Their host set aside a dog-eared textbook, on latex polymers of all things. "You shouldn't keep your mistress waiting like this."

"Sorry we're late, Momo. We had this really stubborn fangirl getting in our way… Wait did you just say mistress?" Ochako fanned herself with her shirt. Not noticing the state of her friend.

But Izuku did, and his jaw dropped. Face heating up with the same deer-in-the-headlights look from when he cracked his very first Playboy. Boyishly, he tugged his wife's sleeve. Who followed his quivering eyes, and then blushed so bright you would have mistook her for a lamp.

Suddenly they knew exactly what kind of 'vacation' this was going to be. Momo Yaoyorozu seemed to tower over them, even moreso than Vanna had. Those seven-inch pump fetish boots added a whole hell of a lot to her height. And they were just the beginning of her costume.

Momo had tarted herself up like a dominatrix. Drawing inspiration from Soul Calibur of all things. Built like Ivy Valentine; if the woman had invested thousands of dollars in Brazilian butt lifts. Her outfit was little more than a series of black leather straps criss-crossing her torso. One strip restrained a bust to rival Ochako's in size. Two more made a thong so tiny it looked lost in the expanse of her doorway-wide hips. While spiderwebs of more straps hugged her frame from every angle. Digging in just tastefully enough to accentuate her acres of curves. Long black gloves matched her thigh-high fuck me boots. She'd tied back her hair in a ponytail and glossed it up for just this occasion. Last was her eye mask, dark red and decorated by curling tendrils of gold.

Izuku felt his throat grow dry. And Ochako felt her nipples stiffen. Of the two, her faux pas was more embarrassing. Because her fat milk taps were damn near impossible to hide.

Momo tottered toward them. Sashaying her naked hips like a pendulum. All while meaningfully tapping the business end of a riding crop on one palm.

"I'll let you two cuties off for now. But you both really do need to be, punctual." She purred the last word and whipped her crop around behind their necks. Gently bending it so the whippy shaft pulled their blushing faces together. …And toward her steamy, glossy smirk.

"Unless, of course, you want to be punished. I can't say I would blame you for that. Considering all the, activities my associates and I have planned. You know the ones I mean<3"

"We… we do?" Izuku stammered.

"I—I d—don't remember that." Ochako more or less had smoke coming from her overheated head.

"Of course you do, you both read the itinerary. Didn't you?"

The couple looked at each other.

"What itinerary?" Ochako asked.

Momo stopped short, her smoking hot dominatrix facade cracked. "The one I sent you in the mail. The manilla envelope with sexy time stamped on it?"

"We didn't get anything like that." Izuku shrugged.

"You mean that packet over there?" Ochako pointed over Momo's shoulder.

Sure enough, there it was. A thick pile of stapled papers sat on the coffee table next to Momo's chair. Her book laying atop of it. To be fair, though, it was a nice little information booklet. Momo had made it herself. There were diagrams for the sex positions and everything. Now it was her turn to blush.

"Oh no! I knew I forgot something!" Momo handed off her whip to Izuku and scurried over. Mortified she rifled through the packet. Sure enough, it was the exact guide meant for her subs. She'd even addressed it and everything!

"Oh crap oh crap oh crap! Now what do I do?" Momo cried. Switching from 'call me mommy' to 'aborable' in ten seconds flat.

The couple tried to comfort their friend. It was kind of hard not to. Momo was pretty much an 11 out of 10 on the cuteness scale. Especially when she was all flustered.

"Hey hey, it's okay. You're doing great so far." Izuku didn't actually know that but, hey, if Momo needed to hear it…

"Yeah, uh, what Deku said?" Ochako added, awkwardly. Still not used to Momo's ridiculously lewd costume. How could something that arguably covered more of her than her normal costume look so dirty?!

Neither of them noticed their mistress composing herself. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Mistakes or not she was still the hostess, she needed to inspire trust in her new toys. That was rule #1 of being a dominatrix, according to Midnight. And if they peeled behind the scenes now, it'd be because she made a mistake. A constant reminder which could undermine their trust in her. Even if them knowing the plan had been her original intent. So when Ochako reached for the packet, Momo decisely slapped her hand onto it firt first.

"Actually, I think I have a better idea." One flick of the wrist tossed the packet spinning into the fire. Its red tongue flared and devoured the dry paper in nothing flat. Izuku and Ochako both stopped moving, wide eyes. And their mistress pivoted on her toes to face them. Precise as a ballerina.

"I'm sorry my little sweets." She hummed, cupping their chins to tug them close again. "You are both so very kind. But your mistress made a little mistake, that's all."

Her slender fingers trailed down their necks. Scraping ever so gently the sensitive skin with her long and pointed maroon nails. Coquettish she traced the outlines of their chests. Encircling Ochako's hefty bosom at the same time she outlined Izuku's sleek pectorals. When her male toy's grip on her whip slackened, she took the weapon back. Wiggling it free from between his fingers.

"I can just surprise you both every day. Doesn't that sound like sooo much fun?" She purred.

Ochako swore the horniness centers of her brain were about to blow a fuse. "Y-yeah, that could be fun, Momo."

"Sure, I'm game too." Izuku finished his answer with her name too. That was when Momo remembered something else important.

"Good, good. I'm glad that you trust me. But… there's one last thing."

Izuku asked what that was. He spoke for them both. Momo booped their noses, channeling all the smugness inherent to a woman of her power and wealth. Something she normally worked hard not to show.

"From now on, I'm not Momo to you two. If you want to address me, call me mistress. Understand?"

She fell silent, smoldering with her onyx eyes. The two heroes squirmed beneath her hot gaze. Unsure of what to say or do.

"Well go on, try it out." Momo encouraged them.

"…Yes mistress." Ochako answered first. Doe-eyed and face afire. This whole sequence had unlocked a secret desire in her. The first of many unknown kinks to be discovered.

"Yeah, mistress." It came less naturally to Izuku. He was more nervous. Less sure of himself, less used to relinquishing control over himself.

"Good boy. Good girl." Momo petted their hair, warming them with hair scritches. "Now, let's go meet your other two mistresses for the week."

"O-other mistresses?" Izuku echoed. "There's more of you?"

"Of course, cutie. I couldn't do all this alone. And when I told them my plans, well, they just had to join in."

Ochako and Izuku both didn't think they could blush any harder.

Momo led her two new toys out of the living room the through the kitchen. With her whip around Ochako's slender neck, and her hand firmly around his long shaft. Like it was a leash. When they left the kitchen she led them down a set of stairs hidden behind the pantry. A chamber intended to be a wine cellar. Although it had taken on a much naughtier purpose now.

Music carried on the motile air. Heated by its warmth and made steamy by the trilling of oddly musical pipes. Like some odd kind of organ music. Until a new sound overtook the music.

"Oh yeahh… come on that's itt… gimme a little more, cutie pie.. I'm almost there, right on the edge<3"

No, it wasn't just a sound. It was a voice, Midnight's voice. Smokey and slightly hoarse from years of doing god knows what sort of nasty things with her throat. Rising in volume and then falling again, as if the very tempo of the music teased her hot body.

"Ooh, sounds like Mei's testing the orgasmatron again." Momo leaned her face down between them. Biting her lip. "You two are gonna love this<3"

"Wait, what!? Mei's here?!" Izuku started, remembering all the explosive shenanigans he'd endured at UA thanks to her. Ochako was just as shocked, if for a different and more jealous reason.

"Shh, don't worry my little sweets. Mei knows exactly what she's doing."

Well, mostly anyway. But she didn't say that last part out loud. With that she guided her guests into Mei's makeshift workshop.

Almost immediately they saw absolute chaos. A mess of mechanical parts and silicone rubber. Mashed together in odd ways and stashed on shelves. Head-tilting fusions of high end sex toys and Mei's signature steampunk whirligigs. All the racks where wine was supposed to go strained under the weight of haphazard power tools and half-finished inventions of lewd conception. Ochako tried not to notice a sybian rigged up to a two-stroke car engine. A normal sybian was intense enough already. How hard could a car-powered one batter a girl's pussy? The thought scared her a little. What kind of insatiable she-devil needed that kind of stimulation?

She got her answer almost immediately, because none of these inventions were the sole focus of Mei's lewd genius. Or even the main events. They were side projects at best. The main attraction stood in the room's center. A weird device seemingly ripped from the Barbarella movie itself. Some sort of mechanical fusion of a bed and a piano. A device which was fed by clear tubes from all sides. Its mattress was recessed into the body, and in place of sheets, it had a rippling wall of metallic struts. Not unlike the keys inside of the classic instrument.

And inside this bizarre machine was Midnight herself (technically her name was Nemuri Kayama, but nobody called her that). Submerged behind the keys up to her shoulders, she gasped and writhed with every other note. Eyes fluttering as she gripped a pair of safety handles for dear life. Discarded clothes lay around the machine, skimpy ones that could have given a priest a raging stiffie. But what, specifically, was being done to the infamous R-rated hero? Well, that was impossible to see. Because the naughty goings on were internal to the device.

"Mmmfffffuck thats good…<3 Gimme more, Mei… Use the big dildo again…" Midnight licked her own glossy pink lips. Full and plush cock pillows so shockingly thick you'd think she'd have a permanent bimbo lisp. "And load it up good this time, cutie-pie. I want a big tasty shot in both ends~"

Mei sweated naked under her lab's lights. Brazenly nude and gleaming with… was that body oil? Goggles and work boots aside, she didn't seem to be wearing much else. Midnight's demanding libido didn't faze her in the slightest. Her trademark grin was ever present, even with a pair of lips just as shockingly plumped-up as her teacher's.

"You wanna big shot, teach?"

Mei hit two keys far on the left side of the keyboard. Hitting them back and forth in rapid succession. A sound of silicone slithering on silicone came from behind the veil. Then a rapid filling sound, like a bar tap filling a stretchy container with slime. Midnight's eyes sparkled, the unseen sight made her bite her lower lip and shimmy her slender shoulders.

Inside the machine, every surface was bumpy pink silicone. Likelike and slippery with oil. Midnight's feet scrabbled for stable purchase on the deliciously textured surface. Tilted at an angle, she had to grip a pair of steel loops built into the machine's headboard. So that she didn't slip down inside. But the wicked device did everything in its power to make her lose her grip.

Unseen rollers beneath the silicone flesh rubbed her back and legs. Massaging her with rhythmic contractions eerily similar to a pussy. A pussy combined with a jar full of those jelly-like fragrance beads. Familiar but still exotic. Squeezed on all sides, it was amazing that Midnight could move at all.

Silicone tendrils slithered in the machine's depths. Naughty smooth tongue-things which licked her all over. Everything she had from the shoulders down was their domain. Her toes, the soles of her feet, the backs of her knees. The insides of her thighs. The steamy plush junction between them and her bucking hips. Even her belly button was teased. But her tits got the harshest treatment so far. Specialized tentacled probed her nipples with bulbed tips. Before a musical command from Mei made them split open. Revealing a surprisingly human pair of lips; and textures of naughty bumps inside the fleshy petals. Lips sucked tight to permanently stiff nipples and sucked hard. Covering her nipples like the world's most obscene pasties they sucked like the milking machines used on dairy cows. Rhythmic and gentle to coax out the most 'oohs' and 'aahs' and 'gimme mores' possible.

But there were three specialized tendrils among the masses. Ones tipped with big and wobbly purple dildos. Synthetic cocks so huge they had to be soft to prevent injury. While all the other octopoid limbs tongue-bathed Midnight's thermonuclear body to steamy climax, they bided their time. Predatory they seemed to watch. Absorbing the delicious sight, careful to note how she squirmed, all the soft spots she subconsciously protected.

"Tell me when, okay?" Mei winked.

Midnight didn't say 'when'. Eyes growing wider as the unseen toys bulged with synthetic semen. Primed to stuff her like a cream donut. Eventually the filling stopped on its own, two of the biggest shots the machine could make were primed and ready.

Another trill of the keys stabbed the first, hidden phallus into Midnight. Between her slender legs. They knew because its sheer force visibly jarred the older woman's curvolicious body. Enough for her enormous tits to lurch over the edge of the metal struts. A hint of the military grade chest artillery the perverted heroine was packing.

The second dildo plunged straight up her back door. Scrupulously clean as always, Midnight relaxed her sphincter and let the womb-bruising appendage in. It slid up her anus with ease. Rhythmic and desynced by a half-thrust they began to pummel her. Smoothly like piston strokes they held her up on the slick incline. The hugely curvy body which had rocketed her to the heights of popularity. Coaxed thousands of men to sacrifice their sperm to tissues and bare hands. And crushed dozens of villains in erotic face-sitting torment… It all worked against her now. Because all that jiggly weight was pulling her down deep onto those pumping phalluses.

"Ohhhhh… fuck yeah… that's nice and thick." Midnight squirmed with delight. "They're so long too, and those ridges. Fuck, you're gonna have a hell of a time pulling these beasts out of me~"

"All the better to plug you with." Mei giggled and manipulated the controls again. "Here's the third one."

Their audience choked when they saw the monstrous phallus. A thick pillar of jelly-like purple cockmeat. Easily a foot long and as thick as Izuku's wrist. Ridged with backwards angled flares, like a harpoon. Electric blue semen dribbled from the tapered end, into Midnight's open mouth. Onto her offered tongue.

"Come on, come onnnnn… Don't make me wait… I'm so fucking close…" Midnight whined.

Mei licked her lips, squirming her meaty hips on the tiny little stool she sat on. A throbbing bass note signalled the dildo-tentacle. Snakish it slid up Midnight's face, tracking a slug trail of astroglide up her cheek. And then pushed its head past Midnight's fetishized dick pillows. Into her mouth, centimeter by centimeter.

Ochako gasped. "She is not gonna swallow all that. That's not physically possible."

"Just watch, sweetie." Momo giggled. "Midnight's the nastiest of all of us. It takes a lot to make her cum. You're going to learn a whole lot from her." She rested her head against her male toy's next "And you, sweet thing? You're going to learn how to make her use it all."

"Guhlk… ulp… ulp… ulp…"

All three tentacles pounded her at once. Now in a triangular pattern they violated every naughty orifice she had. The dildo in her throat thrust all the way in; while the one in her pussy pulled halfway out; and the one devoted to booty-duty pulled out completely, rubbing its tip on her sore sphincter. Then they traded off their relative depths rapid fire. A triangle of synchronized dildo thrusts. In turn she found each of her holes stuffed to the max. First her pussy and then her ass and then her mouth and then her pussy once again.

Tears streaked Midnight's face. Hearts in her eyes, she sank into bliss. Into the pink fizzy oblivion bubbling between her thick thighs. Feminine instincts driving her to suck even as she slipped out of consciousness. Body spasming as its limits were pushed. Hands white knuckling the handholds until, crunch.

Midnight had not escaped her fight with Gigantomachia unscathed. Though she'd ultimately won, it had cost her right arm. And a good part of her shoulder too. Those parts were all mechanical now. Sleek chrome so shiny you'd expect to see it in a car ad. Her new three-fingered hand was frighteningly strong. More than the machine's safety systems could handle. She crushed the handhold by accident.

"Hey, watch it! Easy on the gorilla grip. That thing's not tuned yet." Mei stuck out her lower lip. Midnight would have looked sheepish, if she wasn't cumming her brains out. "Actually, you know what? You're getting the extra-thick filling for that, you old skank."

Mei cranked a dial on the machine's face. Electronics whirred as the artificial man sauce congealed into an even nastier, more gelatinous texture. Shampoo shooting sounds filled the air as the man-made phalluses fired in sync. Pumping shot after sticky shot of blue raspberry flavored syth-jizz deep into Midnight's throat and baby-maker. At the same time. Who screamed into the ruthlessly pumping throat-plug. Even as her fat lips smushed tight 'round its shaft. As if it were a living, breathing cock she could coax into shooting even more of its tasty potion.

After several seconds, Midnight's howls tapered off to girlish moans, and the spurting stopped. Mei powered down the device. The pussy-dildo popped out with an audible schluk, fighting the reflexive inward-pull of Midnight's trim, experienced cunt. The throat dildo had more trouble. And when it finally wiggled itself free, a considerable sheaf of electric blue, translucent semenal slime came with with it. A lewd spatter which painted her neck and chin and shoulders. More robot-seed oozed forth from her lips after that. Burbling between her obscene cock pamperers.

"Oh my god. How… I mean… holy shit."

Awed, Izuku smoothed his hair back. Torn between shock at the sheer extremity of the act he'd just witnessed. And the rising arousal in his pants. Normally he would have tried to hide something so embarrassing from his wife. He didn't want her to know he was a pervert after all. But she seemed to be in the exact same porno-boat he was.

"You're… You're not gonna use that thing on us, are you?" Ochako asked Momo.

Mei answered for her fellow dominatrix. "What, this heap? Pfft, nah. This' just a testing chamber. Midnight was just stress-testing it for me. Once they're good and ready, those toys I've got installed in there are going into—"

Momo loudly cleared her throat.

"What?"

"It's a surprise now. We had a little hiccup with the mail." She patted their shoulders. "These two don't know what we have planned for them."

Mei pressed her palms together in front of her mouth. She tried not to squeal. "So they don't know about…"

"Nope."

"Ooh, this is gonna be fun~"

Neither sub paid much attention to the conversation. Because Mei's choice of clothes was a whole new flavor of shocking. Buck-ass brazen naked, pink nipples and pinker slit on full display. Mei's glowing confidence somehow made her nudity even sexier. Like she didn't care if the world saw her naked body. But truth be told, she had nothing to be self-conscious over.

Something of an inversion of Momo's obscenely bottom heavy figure. Ochako had always believed that her sudden growth spurt would put her ahead of her one-time love rival. She was wrong. Mei had sprouted up right along with her. Those lewd milk-melons still had a good two to three cup sizes on her set. Though she wasn't exactly tall either. Mei's tits hung pertly to around the bottom of her belly button. A finger's width above her hip bones. Heavy teardrops that made Izuku feel very, very thirsty.

But even then, conservation of sexual mass hadn't kicked in. Because Mei was still packing a broad set of wiggly, sassy hips. And if the way she'd strutted up to them was any indication. A nice and broad booty to match it. Because they could see her ass bounce from the front.

"So, guys. What do you think so far?" Mei asked, chipper as ever.

Both toys began to stammer. Nipples hard and cock throbbing. Mei laughed at their flusteredness and patted them each on the cheek.

"Sounds like you two really like it. Well, it's gonna feel even better when we've got you both tied up and squirming."

Mei's crosshair eyes seemed to scan them. Taking in every naked curve and contour and nook and cranny their nude bodies had. They felt naked under her gaze. The old cliche about feeling undressed by someone's eyes came to mind. Thouh they doubted it had ever been applied to a gaze this sensually intense.

Now that got their attention. Neither husband nor wife had heard Mei talk sexy before. It was a subtle change. A low engine-like purr fuelled mostly by the throaty pressure of those massive tits on her ribcage. But enough of an edge for her forceful delivery to drive deep into the soft underbelly of their lizard brains.

Through all this, Midnight was getting her wits back. Slowly crawling up from the machine's depths. She slid free all naked and shuddery. Curvaceous outline silhouetted by the rgb glow from the banks of machines behind her. Like the lighting on a burlesque stage.

Elegant and naughty, she posed for her audience as she cleaned up. Sponging away the overflows of mech-gravy with a nearby rag. The blue dribbles down her jutting tits and her muscular thighs were all caught before they dripped and made a mess. Midnight's body was a deadly fusion of her fellow dommes. A knockout one two punch of Momo's lower thickness and with Mei's overwhelming bust. Merged to form an intimidating hourglass. All that jiggly flesh was packed onto a much taller, much more athletic frame. One which carried her vast reservoirs of tit and ass with perky pride.

Next came her clothes. The long coat with nothing under it, and the wide utility belt with no pants or underwear. A sole cover for her smooth mons. Though not a very good one, because age had made her thicker where it counted. And the sheer girth of her hips made the belt ride an inch too high. Showing a hint of her blue-stained pussylips. Her coat didn't quite make her decent either. Only covering the outer halves of her bubblegum-colored titty taps. Unlike Momo or Mei, she was barefoot.

Through their black mask, Midnight's blue eyes locked on to her prey. A lick of those bimbo lips heralded a wicked smile. And she strutted to join her fellow dominatrixes. Positioning herself so that they, together, boxed Izuku and Ochako in. Her lack of heels meant she didn't quite reach Momo's statuesque height. An intentional (temporary) abdication of the sexual pecking order. Experienced as Midnight was, this was meant to be Momo's show. Not hers.

"Mmmhmhm… You two look good enough to eat." The third of the coven laughed throatily. Straight backed and confident as ever. As if she hadn't just cummed her brains out in front of everyone.

"H-hi, Midnight." Ochako peeped.

"That's mistress Midnight to you." Midnight snapped her fingers right in front of her face. "Cutie."

Midnight found Izuku's tight ass and gave it a good squeeze. The slightly shorter man yelped. 'Don't do that!' he almost said. Until he realized the jutting presence of Midnight's fat tits. And the dark, round shadows they cast over his face. He gulped.

"Aw, you wouldn't dream of ordering me around, would you." It wasn't a question. A wicked gleam in her eyes dripped cold water down his spine, compelled his cock to throb.

"N-no ma'am!"

"Mmm, good boy."

Then the spotlight left them. Midnight turned her attention to Mei, still gleaming. Not that her fellow domme noticed.

"Uh, Mei?" Ochako raised her hand. "Look behind you."

"Yeah right. Like I'm gonna fall for that one— Eek!" Mei's confidence cracked.

Midnight pounced. Her left arm seized Mei around the waist and hauled her off her feet. Molested from behind and helpless she kicked the air. To no avail. Her captor was much stronger than she looked.

"So, I'm an old skank am I?" Midnight bit her student's ear. Enough to make Mei flush bright red. "Bad girl."

"M-momo help! She's gone nuts again!"

Momo put up her hands. "I'm not getting in the middle of this. Midnight's your problem."

Momo, Ochako, and Izuku looked on as Midnight showed her prisoner her mechanical arm. A hidden command activated the limb. And the sleek plates forming the forearm popped apart with a hiss. Just enough for the hand to slide inside, replacing itself with a buzzing black bulb. One covered in naughty bumps.

"Hmm, not much power." Midnight bit the inside of her cheek in thought. "Momo, be a dear and help mama out."

She tilted her head toward the nearest row of shelves. There was a generator wedged in there at an angle. Its long and orange power cord trailed to the flood. Momo happily joined in. Tottering over to her sensei and plugging the cable into her cybernetic arm. There was a plug on the elbow, specially designed for when her arsenal of vibrating toys needed a little extra oomph. But this was a lot of extra oomph.

BZZZZZZZZ!

The vibrator revved like an engine, thrashing on its steel pin until it smudged into a blur of naughtiness. Midnight lubed it up with Mei's body oil and then inched it teasingly slow toward her student's helpless pussy.

"C-can we talk about this?"

"Hee hee, nope~" Midnight purred. And then she shoved the vibrator into Mei's slick muff.

"Revenge!" She cackled.

"NYOOOOAAAAAHHHHH!<3"

Transfixed, the two subs took this in. Now slightly scared of Midnight. Mental note, do not call the veteran dominatrix old. Not unless you wanted to cum your body dry. Momo was much more comfortable with this display. Aroused by it and… maybe a little sympathetic to Mei's plight. She'd slipped once too. And Midnight had done the exact same to her. It was a harsh punishment but a fair one.

Of course, this display might scare their new toys a little. It was certainly an advanced form of dominance. So Momo decided to steer them away from the scene before Midnight really went to town. A soft pinch to their bottoms got their attention.

"And this is our team, sweet things." Momo smushed her large tits to the backs of their heads. "Just the three of us. We're a little… unconventional. But you couldn't ask for a better trio of goddesses to guide you."

Momo guided them to turn and face her. So that Mei's cries and Midnight wicked cackles became background noise. Just in time for them to miss Midnight erotically shoving her tongue down Mei's throat.

"Now first things first. You two look a little tense still. You both look like you need a little… hot tub therapy."

Ochako blinked. "Hot tub?"

The married couple blinked, confused. Didn't those things belong outside? In the snow? Were they supposed to be going out in only bathing suits in this weather?

"Uh, Momo. I don't know about this—"

"Ahem." Momo cleared her throat with all the delicacy of a proper lady. Swishing her riding crop past the tip of her boy-toy's nose. It didn't touch him, but he felt the air move.

"…I-I don't know about this, mistress?"

"Hmm. Better." Momo stroked his cheek with her new favorite weapon. "You'll just have to trust me, stud. As long as you both do exactly as we say, you'll love what's in store for you~"

Husband and wife shuddered in unison; pink faced. God damn, Momo was a natural dominatrix. This erotic twist on her normally bouncy personality was just so fresh, so exciting.

Momo herded her guests out of Mei's workshop. They went first and she followed. Their guide caught Midnight's notice as she left.

How am I doing? She mouthed to her teacher.

Midnight stopped tongue-cleaning Mei's tonsils just long enough to give Momo a thumbs up.

==0==

Izuku saw the snow outside and gulped. Towel clutched 'round his waist. Nearly naked, he faced the prospect of facing winter almost totally exposed. Not more than ten yards away, was the hot tub. Steaming hot in a ring of high snow drifts. But then, ten yards was a long way to go in this cold. Especially while in a speedo. Momo had picked the bathing suit for him. Apparently she liked how he looked in cheetah print.

A string of deep breathings steeled him for the trial ahead. Then he dropped the towel, opened the sliding glass door, and ran.

Icy air stung his face. Cold… cold cold cold coldcoldcoldCOLD!

SPLASH!

His desperate dive warmed his body all at once. And he slid beneath the surface of the large hot tub with ease. Blissfully warm again he surfaced. The tub's edge called him and he reclined there. Head on a conveniently positioned rest. The cold of winter on his face was just enough to soothe the tub's sweltering heat.

If he and Ochako were going to be ordered to do things like this? Well maybe this vacation wouldn't be so bad. Boy was he about to be proven wrong. Because that was the exact moment Mei found him. Haggard and weak-kneed from Midnight's punishment. She staggered into the cold, with a small canvas bag in hand. Naked as ever, slowflakes clinging to her slick skin. When she reached the tub's edge, she discarded her bag, kicked off her boots, tossed aside her goggles, and fell face first into the water. The force of the belly flop made him wince. Mei floated there face down, unresponsive as her nipples and clit jutted into the blue water.

"Um, Mei?"

Weakly, she waved him off. " 'M okay. Jus' gotta catch my breath." She rolled over. "Safety tip, never call Midnight old."

"Look, uh. If you just wanna skip whatever sex thing you're planning next…"

Mei laughed. "You're a sweetheart, Izuku. But I'm feeling fine. It looked worse than it was."

Lazily she backstroked over to him. Back arched so her mountainous tits jutted extra far from the water. Fat pink nipples and blended-edges areolae backlit by the sun. Like fleshy ocean volcanoes ready to erupt with milk. Ever the polite type. Izuku tried to avert his eyes.

"Don't look away, cutie." Mei gripped her tits and squeezed them. Working them in smushy circles on her chest. While her fingers poked her nipples back into her spongy areolas. She watched him the whole time, trademark grin on her face.

"You've always liked these tits, haven't ya? Even before, when they were just normally big and not the freakish meat pillows they are now."

"Th-they're not that big." He tried to play it cool. Big mistake.

Mei pouted. "Not big? You think I should make 'em larger? Dope 'em with more synthetic hormones? You know I have to custom all order my bras already? Greedy boy."

"N-no! Th-that's not what I meant!" He hadn't felt this flustered in years.

Mei laughed at his flusteredness and smacked her massive bosoms together. "You like the sound of titties clapping? I bet it sounds just like when horny boys like you jerk off right? Plap plap plap fap fap fap."

Suddenly she rolled over. Floating over him. Toes perched distressing close to his knees while the gripped the tub's rim. Right above his shoulders. A downward bend of her back submerged her luscious lady lumps. And a tilt of her hips summoned an equally enticing treat from the deep.

Mei's ass emerged like Atlantis. Twin pale peaks of vaguely fit ass flesh. Just muscular enough to make dem cheeks rounder and firmer than her epic tits.

"How about my ass, then? I know that's a trend now. Big fat butts twerking everywhere. The average size getting bigger and bigger as those internet thots fight to see who can pack more meat on their hips." Mei played patty-cake with herself using just her butt. Wobbling it like twin gelatinous mountains. "Desensitizing naughty boys like you so you only get hard for the biggest and fattest bubble butts."

"Th-that's not true!" He tried to shut his eyes but couldn't. "There's more to a woman than just her body." He recited the line from memory.

Mei laughed again. "Sure there is, but don't let anyone tell you the body's not important." She glanced downstairs and grinned. "One part of you really likes me at least."

Izuku looked down and was mortified. His cock was bulging like mad. Stupid speedo! He looked even more perverted than normal. With nowhere to go but sideways, his cock trailed all the way around the front of his left hip. An obscene trunk of male flesh.

"I'm— I'm not a pervert!"

"Yeah, sure you're not. Don't worry, though. I like dirty boys."

Mei bounced her massive ass for him. Plush pounds of shiny twerk meat hypnotized him. Scattering crystal droplets of waterproof oil. Bouncy buttcheeks shiny in the bright winter sun. Images of grabbing that ass filled his imagination. Squeezing it and massaging it. Peeling its slickened globular halves apart to expose the puckered pink secret lurking inside. Hazily he felt his throbbing tip stretch his speedo's hem away from his abs. And then slip sideways out of its spandex prison. Until his sizeable prick crested the surface. A hint of his naughty mushroom's head peeked over the waves made by Mei's clapping ass. Her sharp eyes caught it immediately. Iris crosshairs locking on, target acquired.

"Ooh! For me? You shouldn't have~"

"M-Mei wait— AHH!"

Mei dove in. Thick lips sealing tight 'round his half-submerged cockhead. Vaseline based lipstick made penetration easy. Smearing his dick with red smudges and she bobbed and bobbed and bobbed. He'd always been thick and meaty down there. And the fact that his chubby seven inches was almost too much for his wife had been a secret point of pride for him. Not so for Mei, she inhaled his thick sausage with ease. Rhythmic in time with the bouncy bass of her boner-squishing bubble butt.

"Guhlk guhlk guhlk guhlk guhlk guhlk… <3"

Mei's throat stretched like taffy. Eager to eat him whole. Her cheeks sucked in and her tongue lollipop licked his thick and eager cum vein. Blindly rummaging in her sack, she found her first invention. A compact re-breather of some kind, which clipped onto her nose, leaving her mouth free to suck his beefy dick.

She slid the device's little clear tubes up her nose. Far enough to make him wince, though it didn't seem to bother her. That was when she really went to town.

"GUHLK GUHLK GUHLK GUHLK GUHLK!"

Water splashed over the tub's edge. Mei absolutely slammed her mouth up and down his oversized pecker. The re-breather let her really get down deep under the water. Really down deep on his veiny organ. Eyes rolled back in fizzy joy, hips wiggling dat hypnotic ass. Izuku realized she must have some kind of blowjob fetish. And good god he might be developing one too.

Semen roared inside his backed up balls. Clogged all sludgy from years of neglect. Frustrated by a married sex life sabotaged by overwork. He loved Ochako but god dammit he needed this so bad! It didn't take much to make him cum. Mei had given him his fair share of sexual fantasies over the years. And now here she was, in his lap, thiccer than ever before and getting off on sucking his dick. How could he possibly hold his spunk in?

He blasted down her throat. Male instinct took over and he seized Mei's hair. Pulling her fat shiny lips HARD down his seizuring shaft. One after another his cock spewed. Pumping shot after sticky shot down her throat. Mei's eyes rolled back, hips squirming, gripping his thighs for dear life. Whiteness trickled from her nose, such was the desperate volume of his shot.

Most girls would have been overwhelmed. Ochako always needed a minute to catch her breath after sucking his cock. But Midnight's training had toughened Mei. As he sagged against the tub's edge, eyes heavy, she was awake. With a wicked smirk around his fat pole. She kept on suckling his shaft, even after his shots tapered off.

"Mei… Wait…" He groaned. "I'm really sensitive right now…"

But his mistress wasn't going to stop now. Quick as a viper she snapped open her bag and fished around inside. He heard the buzzing of the cock ring a split second before she clamped its textured silicone around his root. A desperate cry loosed from his throat. High and distinctly unmanly.

"He he he, ooh I think I like that noise<3 You sound just like a girl." Mei giggled and smushed her tits on his shoulder. Still stroking his distressingly erect shaft.

"D-don't say that." He stammered.

"But why not? It's cute."

Izuku gasped and stared as his precious organ suffered. Shackled into the ring by a cute little heart-shaped padlock.

"This is Naughty Baby #85. She's super-compact and she loves teasing big dicks."

"M-Mei, please… it hurts…"

His poor cock was trapped in full erection. Throbbing with a too-intense ache. Cum channel open but frustratingly unable to ooze anything. The temperature controls were even more frustrating. The damn ring heated up like an actual pussy. Another morsel of sensation to tease him with. His balls were starting to feel really stuffed…

Desperate, he tried to pry the ring open, but the ring turned on him. Ah! Cold cold cold! The red light next to its lock switched to blue. Mei laughed.

"Yeah, I forgot to warn ya. You can't mess with your penis when #85's got it. If you so much as touch it; she'll punish you." The way she said 'punish' made his beleaguered appendage throb. Discomfort be damned. After several seconds the ring turned nice again. Raising the temperature from icy cold back to pussy warm.

Smugger than a kitten, Mei settled in next to her toy. Arm around his shoulders, head on his shoulder. Just how Ochako would liked to do. Except that her fat pontoons were out on brazen display. Streaked with his cum, bobbing in the steamy water. Marshmallowy undersides threateningly close to touching his booby-trapped boner.

"Just relax, cutie. That's what this is all about." She kissed his neck.

Izuku sweated, wary of his new collar. "Relax? How am I supposed to do that with this… thing on my dick?"

"Just close your eyes and find your happy place." Mei stroked his hair. "Don't be scared of letting go a little, I've gotcha."

His happy place, where was that? When was the last time he'd just let himself be? No anxiety, no paranoia, no watchfulness for the next villain attack. He knew he had to have been able to do that at some point. But he couldn't remember how he'd pulled it off. Or when for that matter. And the damn ring wasn't helping. Everytime he started to sink down, well, it was like it new. And it'd give him a quick zap of a buzz. Intense enough to vibrate his whole, ponderous organ. He felt pinned under it, trapped beneath its girthy mass and light-headed thanks to all the blood it sucked from his brain.

"Aw, is someone having a little trouble?" Mei purred.

"I'll say! Get this damn ring off me!" He hissed.

Mei clicked her tongue and gave his aching balls a disciplinary squeeze. Just so her would remember who was boss around here. He lurched and groaned, it hurt in a distressingly erotic way.

"Sorry, Izuku. Can't do that. Momo's orders." Mei scrubbed her tits across his chest. She straddled him. Plush bum threateningly close to setting his penis off. "This thing's gonna stay on until your thing permanently stretches. She wants you to get big."

"B-big?"

"That's right, big. Not by a lot, just a little progress every day. Just a little bit longer." She squeezed his waist with her thighs. "A little bit thicker." Squeeze. "A little bit more sensitive~" Squeeze<3 "A little bit harder to cum. Once we're done with you, you're gonna look like you're gonna have to go up a pants size."

"I d-didn't— Fuck!" Another pulse of naughty vibes stimmed his distended genitals. "Didn't agree to this…"

"But every boy dreams of having a bigger dick, don't they? Kinda like how us girls all secretly wish we had gigantic, backbreaking babyfeeders." Mei cupped her deadly chest missiles. Those jutting diamond nipples aimed at his mouth. He felt thirsty again.

"I— I guess."

"Then it's all okay, isn't it? Once we're done with you; you're gonna be living the dream."

Izuku should have protested. Part of him wanted to. That there was more to life than having tons of hot sex whilst wielding a ridiculously oversized male tool. But he was well beyond asserting himself. A deep need had been pinged in him. An insecurity which his quirklessness had seeded. He wanted to be strong, he wanted to be big.

He wanted to be good enough. Suddenly the cock ring's harsh dick-stretching jelqing wasn't so concerning.

Zen found him then and he sank into it. Pinned between the edge of a plastic hot tub, and an oiled up steampunker too curvy by half for her own good. There were worse ways to submit.

They would stay like that for a good, long time. Aglow in each other's company. While Midnight had her way with Ochako. They watched the sunset and lingered for a good long time afterwards. Then, after prying themselves free for a bite to eat, Mei directed him to go to the master bedroom. Which had been especially set up for him and his better half.

But the bedroom had one last surprise in store.

==0==

"B-but it's embarrassing!" Ochako's face flushed tomato red.

Momo's throaty laugh sent hot shivers up her spine. And the gentle brush of that riding crop up her chest made her tense up like a cat. She felt its spaded tip slide up the stretched fabric suspended between her huge tits, and then press on her neck.

"That's the whole point, sweet thing." Momo purred. "You're way too modest for your own good. Now, are you going to take them off? Or do I have to smother you under this fat ass of mine and peel them off myself?" She gave her own rear bumper a good whip for emphasis.

Smack! It looked like it hurt, but Momo didn't so much as flinch. If anything it fired her up more. Ochako shivered like a cute little doe in a truck's headlights. Transfixed by this much more aggressive woman. There was no getting around this.

"O-okay. But please don't laugh."

Taking a deep breath, Ochako turned around and slipped her thumbs into the elastic waistband. Nervous, she bent forward, pulled them down… and got them stuck almost immediately. Momo's eyes brightened at the hint of the broad hips hidden inside.

"Come on… stupid hips…" Ochako grunted.

Bit by bit she wrestled them down, and every inch made Momo drool a little more. And she thought she had a fat ass. Ochako had fucking mountains glued to her hips! She wasn't wearing a base layer under her ski pants. Momo suspected that no spandex in the world could stretch that far. Her only article of clothing under there, was a thong. A barbie pink one with hello kitty's face on the little triangle above the valley of her meaty ass. Suddenly the confident woman who'd laid down the law with Vanna was nowhere to be seen.

"Oh my god!" Momo covered her mouth.

"I know, it's ridiculous. My boobs are one thing. They came in with my quirk, but this big stupid… b-butt just came out of nowhere."

It took several seconds for Ochako's confession to penetrate her mistress' horny-ass brain. She was still wrestling with the revelation that her new toy was every bit as busty in back as she was in front. Ochako didn't just have a little junk in her trunk, she had the entire scrapyard.

"Wait a second. You're embarrassed of this thing?"

"Well, yeah. I keep knocking things over when I walk around the house. I can't even wear normal panties anymore. And have you seen what I look like from the side?" Ochako turned ninety degrees and showed her. Projecting ridiculous shelves off her front and her back. "I mean just look at me."

Oh, Momo was looking all right. Totally unfazed by her anguish. Sighing, she readied her whip. This girl needed a little self-confidence and fast. So Momo gave the object of her distress a solid whip-smack. Right on the left cheek. It was a love tap, really, barely a solid blow. But even that was enough to make Ochako damn near spring off the floor.

"Ow!"

"Okay, you've talked enough. Now it's my turn." Momo squatted low and kissed the red spot on her ass better. Before it swelled up into a welt. By the time she rose to full height again, she was in full dominatrix mode. Tucking the whip into her cleavage, she grabbed two big handfuls of Ochako's simp-making backside.

"We're setting a few new ground rules while the week, sweet thing." Momo licked her ear. "First, no more badmouthing this glorious ass of yours. If you've got something to say about it, make it nice."

"B-but—"

"And two, you're not allowed to wear underwear anymore."

"Wh-wh… not even thongs?"

"Not even thongs. Starting now."

Momo conjured a small knife with her quirk and slipped the edge under the stem of Ochako's thong. One flick of the wrist cut the high-arcing strap. Then she cut the other. And the tiny strip fluttered to the floor. Mortified, Ochako tried to cover her shaven pussy. But Momo caught her hands. While she shoved her own leather-clad groin against her ass.

"Ease of access is the name of the game. For Mei and Midnight and I, of course. You don't cover yourself unless I say so. You can't touch yourself either, got it?"

Ochako shivered, despite the heat of the house. "Yes… mistress."

"Mmm, good girl<3 Now, let's get the rest of these stuffy clothes off you."

Momo stripped her herself. Directing the nervous heroine to put her arms over her head so she could work that tight black shirt over her sloshy udders. Just like with the ski pants, it took some serious work to get her gelatinous girls free.

"Ooh… So big but so perky. What's your secret?"

"M-my quirk. They're half as heavy as they should be."

Momo pouted. "Aw. I thought you'd discovered some long-lost beauty secret. Oh well, let's get you dressed up…"

Dressed up was a creative term for what came next. Momo created three bikini tops for her. It was her choice which she wanted, but they were all embarrassing. One was a watermelon print. The other was spotted like a cow's. And the third? Well, it was baby blue; printed with the word MEGA on one triangular cup and MILK on the other. After minutes of blushing deliberation, Ochako settled the watermelon top. But, again, she didn't get any bottoms to go with it.

Momo pushed her bottomless and blushing out into the cold. Through the sliding glass door and onto the lodge's west-side patio. Where its' second hot tub lay. Like her husband, Ochako sprinted for it. One arm held her jiggling tits under control while the other covered her naked pussy.

Cold! Cold cold cold cold!

Splash

Warm...

Ochako bobbed in the tub, floating and trying to think unlewd thoughts. Stupid sexy Momo. But it wasn't very fortuitous of her to fixate on the slutty domme in the house. While an arguably far worse breed of female predator. A dark shape loomed from below. An obscene hourglass carried by rhythmic kicks from long and powerful legs. Necessary to force a super-buoyant pair of bouncy boobs to submerge.

Dun dun…

Ochako's eyes fluttered closed. Images of Momo's boobs bulged around their contained strap danced in her head.

Dun dun…

She wondered if she could give tittyfucks with that costume on. Could her husband's big cock even fit behind it?

Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun…

It'd probably have to stretch a lot. Could leather stretch that far? Or would it just snap the second he got serious about ravaging Momo's big fat milkers—

DUN DUN DUN!

"Boo!"

"Aah!"

Midnight exploded from the depths and caught Ochako from behind. Hoisting her over her head with ease despite Ochako jiggly weight. Bluewater cascaded off the veteran dominatrix's obsidian hair and endless fit curves. To spatter all over the surface below.

"Gotcha, cutie." Midnight purred.

"What— Where'd you come from? I thought you were playing with Mei."

Midnight laughed. "I was, honey. But I know Mei's sweet spots a little too well. It's just too easy to make her squirm~ I need a new challenge."

Ochako squirmed in Midnight's cybernetic grip. Helpless and unable to escape. She held in her whimpers. Remembering the OTHER rule with Midnight; don't start begging for mercy, or her sadistic side will come out. It took all her strength to hold her whimpers in.

"Hmm? What's that I'm smelling?" Midnight ser her down and buried her nose in the shorter woman's neck. "Is that fear<3"

Crap.

"…No?"

Midnight stuck out her lower lip. "Aw, come on honey. You're not really scared of little ol' me are you?"

Yes. She thought.

"O-of course not!"

"Mm, good." Midnight cupped Ochako's pillowy derriere with both hands. The silicone ridges on the insides of the older woman's metal digits made her gasp. "Because I really am a nice ballbusting maneater when you get to know me."

Those last two words made Ochako shiver, and it was not from the cold. Panting she tried to make eye contact with the huge woman. But she seemed to be ten feet tall. And her choice of outfit was as lewd as ever. Nothing more than a black leather sling bikini, lined with spikes and not much wider than three fingers at its thickest points. Not even close to wide enough to hide the deep rose disks capping her mountainous tits.

"Wanna see what I'll be doing to your husband? If I get the chance?"

"…I don't have a choice, do I?"

"He he, not really. But would you say no if you could?" Midnight giggled, she already knew the answer.

"Just, be gentle with me, please. I've never done this before."

Midnight pinched her toy's cheeks. "Aw, of course honey. This is your first day after all. We've got plenty of time to play rough~"

Then, Midnight got down to business. Commanding Ochako to float on her back, and to just relax. It was all she could do not to whimper. And subsequently trigger a marathon fuck session. Legs and arms open she drifted on the steamy water. Watching the clear blue sky shine above. Crisp with winter's chill. While Midnight's shadow swished across her field of view. It was actually kind of nice…

Right up until two massive pale moons blocked her field of view. Thick and round and jiggly lunar masses, cleft down the middle by two black rivers, rivers that flowed together into one dark trail. …No, those weren't moons. Those were Midnight's asscheeks!

Splash!

"Mmmmmmff!"

Midnight dropped her hips onto Ochako's face. She had no time to scream before she was dunked. Sound turned muffled and amniotic water covered the sides of her head. But not her face, because that was buried square in Midnight's boner-breaking bubble butt. Powerful thighs flexed and squeezed tight around Ochako's head. Feet planted on the bottom. Midnight pushed up, dredging her signature bad bitch ass from the depths right alongside Ochako's head. Which was now squished between her watermelon-thick thighs. Jammed nose and lips first into gluteal heaven.

Ochako squirmed her head just enough to get some air. Midnight laughed and held her right at the water's surface. Centimeters from submerging her face again.

"Now that's more like it! C'mon, squirm for me honeybuns. Gimme a kiss down there<3" Midnight licked her lips. Then suddenly gasped when Ochako obeyed.

"Ooh<3 Right on the clit? You're a natural… are you sure you don't want to switch teams?"

Ochako thrashed and tried to pry that deadly ass off her face. Years of hero training had given her strong hands. But when she grabbed Midnight's ass, it didn't amount to very much. Her grip was too tight! If anything it just charged the older woman up more.

"Mmmfuck I haven't had a good ass grab in years. Everybody's too scared to try." Midnight bit her lip and blushed. "I mean, why'd they all think I strutted around in thongs all the time— Ooh~ yeah that's it give it a good nibble…"

Desperate, Ochako tried everything. Squeezing it, pushing it, biting it, kissing it to beg for mercy. Heck she even worked up the courage for a few clumsy slap. But every sensation she fed to Midnight's jaded monster booty made the dominatrix hornier.

"Ahn~<3 Ffffuck mmmm… That's a good girl. Play with mommy's butt. Really get to know it. That's all that cute face of yours is good for. Cushioning my phat ass."

Midnight powered up her cyborg arm. Swapping the hand for a brand spanking new sex toy. A big purple wobbly dildo. Soft and weirdly lumpy, with a texture like over-kneaded bread dough.

"This is a fun toy, honey. I cast it from one of the nomus we captured. Apparently All For One stuffed it with all kinds of sex-enhancing quirks. Don't ask me why, but his schemes kinda stopped making sense at the end… Eh, fuck it. Point is, this is what that damn mutant did to me…"

The toy whirred and extended from her wrist on soft sort of metal rod. Which bent back twice and ninety degrees. So that it made a sort of hook with the toy on the end. Midnight blinked twice to switch on her vibrate function.

Bzzzzz…

"Try not to pop too soon<3"

Midnight caught one of her ankles to hold her steady. And then pulled the fat toy beck into her pussy from below. Its soft shaft bulged on her snug entrance. Pressure enough to make her scream into Midnight's huge ass.

"Oh, wow. You're tight. Okay, let's help this fat sucker along." Midnight spat on the shaft to lube it up. Just enough to get it inside her.

Ochako's screams peaked higher and higher and more and more of the mutated faux-cock battered into her. Driven by backward pulls from Midnight. Lending a force greater than what you would get from a normal frontways shove.

Her victim's toned tummy bulged around the synthetic intruder. Stretched so far it gushed girl honey to keep it slick. All while her one free leg kicked up raucous splashed in the steamy water. Doing the work of two. Hot pink sparks sizzled in Ochako's poor pussy. At war with the redness of pain and which it overwhelmed. Drowning it in dopamine. So that the discomfort was only a kinky accent to the pleasure.

Electricity shot up Momo's back. Every nerve fizzy-alight and every muscle spasming. Midnight's pussy tasted like peaches. And her ass was flavored… cinnamon? It was hard to tell. Because she was sure she'd tasted purple somewhere in there. The heat rose higher and higher. Outside her own body she saw her hips buck and her tummy bulge. Toes curled and uncurled, fingers clenched and unclenched.

Wetness roared inside her. Molten and sticky pressure in her pussy. A sensation she hadn't felt in years. Not since the peak of her and Izuku's sex life. God, they really had let their work consume them, hadn't they? How could they have ever let this fall to the wayside? For a moment she lost track of reality; and she swore that it was her precious Deku thrusting into her.

…That was it, that made her bubble pop. That was what let all the wetness flow. She burst right there with what felt like a huge deluge of girly liquid. Though what only came out was a small shot of lady liquid. Her body couldn't quite match what she was feeling. Midnight, on the other hand…

"Ohhhh ffffuck yeahhhh…!!<3"

Midnight squirted like a busted hose. Cups of her slickness poured all over Ochako's face. Lady liquor aged like the finest wine. Thirsty she swallowed, gulping down mouthful after mouthful. She reached the end of her orgasm just ad Midnight hit the squirmy peak of hers. And watched in helpless trapped awe as she slowly came down.

Only once she'd well and truly cummed her pipes empty, did Midnight open her legs. Stunned and half unconscious, Ochako floated on the water. Glazed over and twitching through slow waves of orgasmic aftershocks. Face shiny thanks to a mask of her owner's cunt syrup.

Midnight picked up Ochako bridal style and licked her juices from the poor girl's face. She'd learned to love the taste of her own honey. Somewhat revived, the younger woman's eyes fluttered open. The sun was setting. They'd been going for hours without stopping.

"Oh… oh god… my poor pussy…" Ochako moaned.

"Heh heh, no pain no gain. That's what men say, right?" Midnight gave her nose a love-bite. "Stick with me, girl. And by the time we're done you'll have a pussy like a fucking succubus."

"Like a… succubus… That sounds nice… Can you teach me to squirt like you, too?"

"Sure I can. So you trust me?" Midnight smiled.

"Yeah I think so."

Midnight kissed her forehead. "Good girl. Now lets get you to bed."

==0==

"What the heck are those things?" Izuku cried.

Mei shrugged, giggling as she pinched his ass. She loved doing that. "They're beds, handsome. I designed them myself. One for you and one for the wife."

Bed was a loose term. They looked more like kinky torture devices than anything else. Each 'bed' was a large black box, about the size of a twin bed. But there was no mattress, or bed dressing of any kind. The whole inside was some sort of rubbery synthetic flesh. Blushingly pink and covered in naughty bumps and ridges. Kind of like a woman's—

Izuku felt his cock lurch painfully. He was still locked in the cock ring. Though that device was the least of his worries now. Fearfully he watched the interior of his 'bed' undulate and squeeze. Surfaces slick and warm. There was a man-shaped indent on the inside, like what you saw in packaging for luxury quality action figures. No, not a man shaped indent, an Izuku shaped indent. This bed had been made especially for him. Mei guided him to sit on its edge, and she helped him through the process of climbing in. First she maneuvered his legs to slide into their custom-molded grooves. Little ridges between his toes began to pulse as soon as they were touched, he gasped.

Next were his legs and his hips. Textured spots suspiciously like human tongue licked the backs of his knees. While hills of bumps massages his tired calves. And the groove between his thighs? A perfect size to cradle his package… but not fill it. Mei had thought ahead, the groove meant to cradle his cock has been designed with his future size in mind. Its end reached all the way down to his knees. A preview of the immense organ he would soon be the grunting, helpless life support system to.

Next was his torso and arms, shoulders and all. And this banished any nerves he might have. Because the support this weird bed gave was perfect. The naughty textures were a light tease on his sweaty skin. And the ridges between his digits felt just like all those sweet times where Ochako had laced her fingers with his.

And the support on his neck sealed the deal. Support so perfect that he felt weightless. Free of life's burdens and safely snug inside a woman.

Mei's smile was softer than any she had ever given him. And despite their stressful history, the sight of her sitting on his bed's edge and watching him sleep. It was oddly soothing. Apparently age had mellowed her out some.

Hazily he became aware that she'd vanished. Between long and misty blinks. Then he heard footsteps. Barefoot ones, fast and elegant. Sure of herself. Following by a duet chorus of tits bouncing and booty clapping. Followed by a babyish moan which he'd know anywhere. It was Ochako. Midnight was bringing her.

Unlike her husband, Ochako was too zonked out to strongly question the bed. And Midnight packed her in with ease. He heard the familiar signs of his wife breathing slower. Deeper and relaxed. A sound, he realized, he hadn't heard in a long time.

Midnight strutted to the feet of their beds, hands on her hips. Mei joined her. And then the woman of the hour appeared. Appearing to wish their toys goodnight. Momo kissed them each on the forehead in turn. Cooing sweet nothings about how well they did and how they were such good toys.

And then, Mei handed her a remote. And the head domme hit a power button. All at once the beds moaned into life. Synthetic muscles rippled into life. Gentle waves of undulations massaged them from head to toe. He heard Ochako gasp, and then heard the same sound melt into a soft moan.

The groove between his legs undulated as well, stimulating the sensitive cum vein dominating his penis's underside. Present but not intense enough to set off his cock ring.

"H-honey? Are you… okay over there?" He murmured.

"D-Deku?! Oh, Deku. It was so embarrassing— Ah<3" He confession cut off with a steamy cry. "Midnight got her mitts all over me. Oh god, the sounds she made me make— Ah<3"

Izuku blushed, he could imagine. "You don't sound very—" He groaned. "Comfortable."

"No, it's actually really comfy but… there's this textured ridge pressed up between my legs. And there's this bulb pushing into my…" She was too embarrassed to finish the sentence. "They… they won't stop rubbing me~"

Izuku gave her all the reassurance he could. But he was strapped in the exact same boat. Massaged to the shallows of sleep but kept lightly awake by pleasure. The perfect balance of sensations to give someone the wettest of wet dreams.

It was going to be a long night.

==0==

DAY 2: Stamina Training

Izuku groaned as he thrust into the proferred masturbator ring. Arms bound behind his back and legs manacled to the stone floor. Moving his hips was all he could do. How many times had he cum? He wasn't sure, it was impossible to tell. His cock ached and his balls felt empty but, like clockwork, he'd shoot another load. Coaxed by the double helping of mouthwatering ass meat bouncing inches from his strained tip.

"Come on, Momo. Put your back into it, like this!"

Midnight demonstrated with aplomb. She laced her fingers into her hair and rocked her ass like jello in an earthquake. Attention torn between teasing Izuku and getting the lesson right, Momo followed her teacher's gelatinously wobbling backside. Mirroring the side to side shakes and the up and down bounces. Damn near throwing her heavy, heaving, way-too-big-for-its-thong mega booty in a circle.

Spicy hip-hop beats fuelled their twerking show. A rapid pulsation of sexual sound designed to sell lewdness to innocent young minds. To corrupt them and addict them to the grinding and groping and slack-jawed thrusting into of bottom-heavy bitches. Perfect fuel to hypnotize a good man into a ravenous ass-pounder of a stud. To condition them to love tiny thongs and strutting hips doggystyle animal sex.

Mei had rebuilt the lodge's basement into a theatre. One with a raised stage and a row of empty seats. They'd taken the stage and filled it with lewdness.

Compelled and hypnotized, his hips thrust in time to the music. Any slower and his cock ring would give his sore dick an ice bath. Slickly lewd the ring's silicone texture abraded his organ, contracted like a woman's asshole to the naughty beat. Looser as he pushed in and tighter as he pulled out. Another shot fired but he didn't see where it went. Likely washed down the drain at his feet. Those massive asses lured him in. A promise with every thrust that this time he could touch them… honest!

The sheer smugness these two butt-bouncing temptresses exuded only enflamed his lust. Heated by horny anger. Those cocky little smiles made his manhood rage so huge it felt like it was going to pop a blood vessel. Oh if only he was free, he'd get some relief then. If only he could get his cock up between those mammoth cushions. He was big enough to conquer those asses, he knew it! He'd fold their legs up against a wall and drill them deeper than an oil rig! He wanted to fuck their asses— No, he deserved to fuck their asses!

But it was not to be. All he could do was thrust into the measly little textured ring they'd deigned to grant him.

Momo and Midnight laughed at his entrapped fuck-rage and kicked up their show. Midnight cranked the volume while Momo peeled her thong off to one side. Giving him a full view of her cute little pink anus. Four deadly oiled-up cock cushions made the ground shake. Shiny under the harsh stage lights. Both mistresses braced their hands on their thighs and shoved those massive asses right in his face.

Clap clap clap clap!

They played pattycake with their obscene bubble butts. Repetitive shakes and wiggles slapped them together. Ricocheting off each other like squishy meteors. Intermingled with smirking commands to thrust his big cock harder. He had no choice but to obey. And the standing pole which his sole source of relief was mounted on? It damn near bent from the force of his thrusts.

"Come on, slutboy. Give us another shot~" Momo taunted him.

"Yeah! And if you're good and you moan extra loud for us. We just might swallow this one<3" Midnight parted her shiny bimbo lips and wiggled her soft tongue.

That was a lie, he knew it was. They just laugh and add another cumshot to his tally. But his big, stupid dick didn't know that. It had no concept of object permanency. Only the shamelessly explosive force of those bakunyuu bubble butts imprinted its memory. Overworked, overwhelmed and trembling from exertion his cock still gamely thrust for its mistresses. Eager to please. Hungry for a false reward of deep and rough anal sex…

Closer and closer they bounced. Until a button pressed on a remote retracted the masturbator's stand halfway into the floor. Dragging him to his knees by his cock. The naughty witches lunged for the kill, ass-first. Apocalyptic thong snappers rumbling like mountains centimeters from his face. Booty blocked him in from all four sides. Momo and Midnight were so bottom heavy that their butts blocked off two directions at once. Each! He couldn't even see whose ass was who's anymore.

Sexual hunger overwhelming, he tried to bite one of those pale peaches. But its owner giggled and whipped it out of reach. While the other clicked her tongue and twisted her hips like a Keijo player. To slap him with her doubly delicious pair.

"Bad boy, you're supposed to nibble it, like a gentleman." Momo purred. Gripping his shaggy hair nice and tight, all the better to tug his face into her butt.

"Mmmf! Mmmf!"

They'd been at this for hours now, and there was no sign of stopping. This was their idea of stamina training. Building his resistance to sexual stimulation by administering a massive overdose all at once. Tireless, they battered his head back and forth between their asses.

They were having far too much fun. And they wouldn't be finished with him for hours…

Momo wasn't faring much better. If you thought that having just Mei on the case of Ochako's pussy would mean that our favorite curvy cutie would get a break… Boy howdy would you be wrong.

"Mmmmmffff!" Ochako screamed into her dildo gag, rosy cheeks streaked with tears and eyes rolled back.

Below her between her plush thighs, the sybian chugged along. The same wicked device she'd seen in Mei's workshop the day before. Now she was strapped over it, straddling the damn machine, calves and feet tied to the stage's floor. Arms bound across her massive chest so the natural impulse to curl her fingers caused her to pinch her puffy nipples every time she came.

And she'd cum a lot.

Beep 49… Beep 50… The sybian's counter ticked up by one. Biometric scanners detecting the cocktail of cascading hormones that signaled a woman's orgasm. Its intensity fell a hair, just enough to let her thoughts order themselves. Before suddenly BZZZZZZ!

Mei nibbled her pen as she watched her charge pop for the umpteenth time. Pleased, she clicked it open and noted down another tally mark. Her clipboard was covered in them.

"And that's number 50. You're halfway there, cutie. C'mon don't pass out on me yet." Mei encouraged her. Smug smirk ever present.

Beep 51…

"MMMMMFFFF!" Ochako thrashed so hard her ropes almost snapped.

"Oh wow, right away? I guess the training's working…" Mei giggled at her ex-love-rival's pathetic state.

But Ochako wasn't the only one getting off. Mei had built a fun contraption for herself. A mechanical backpack loaded with robotic arms. One for each entrance between her legs. And a custom molded dildo for each. Miniaturized hydraulic pistons pumped them alternately in and out of her front and back door. Not much more than six inches each, just enough to tinge her thoughts with lust…

Curious, Mei unstrapped Ochako's gag and wiggled the long dildo from her throat. At last the poor girl could talk again.

"So, tell me how you feel." Mei talked like a health spa worker. "Is the frequency too high? Is this too much stimulation for you?"

"Oh-h-h-h g-g-g-god!" Ochako squealed. "It's too m-m-much mistress! My pussy's gonna break!"

All at once the vibes tapered off. And the sybian let her down for a few seconds. A tiny island of sanity in electric purgatory. Mei brushed Ochako's hair from her face. Seemingly tender, until her smirk took on a wicked cast.

"Good, that's how we're building up your resistance. You're gonna have a pelvic floor like She-Hulk's."

BZZZZZ!

"Nyoooooohhh..." The toy whined.

Beep 52…

Ochako's next orgasm came on so hard you'd think she'd sat on a water balloon. Droplets flung every which way as the sybian kicked back up to max power. Ochako hung suspended over it, slack and helpless. Mouth agape and tongue out. She'd lost a lot of fluid and she was thirsty.

Beep 53…

Ever the considerate mad scientist, Mei attended to her toy's needs. A pouch on her backpack contained a plastic water bottle. The squirt-top type that athletes used to hydrate fast. Mei pulled the bottle out and filled her mouth with blessed cool water. It revived her a little.

"Oh! Yesh…" She slurred. "M-mistress… I'm cumming…"

Beep 54…

"No… Noooo~ I'm cumming again…"

Beep 55…

Ochako slipped in and out of consciousness. Trapped on the edge of erotic visions. Fleshy erotic shaped on the inside of her eyelids. They made no sense and yet they were sooooo sexy. But she just kept forgetting them every time she opened her eyes.

Beep 56…

"You're doing great, honey. Just forty-four more to go."

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