Again, this is a wip of a story based on a dream I had
“Shit shit shit shit!” You cursed as you sprinted through the halls. You looked at the small device clutched in your hands and gulped. This was Mei Hatsume’s latest baby, and it was about to do…something. You assumed explode.
YOU had to deal with this because Mei happened to trip and twist her ankle the second the machine started fuming and shaking. You had no idea what it was, but a ticking thermos seemed explodey enough.
You had already left the support wing of the academy and found yourself in the hero course. “Dammit, where’s a teacher when you need one?! Or one of those Class A big shots. Someone who can chuck this thing further than meeeeee!” You cried out.
You hadn’t found a living soul in your desperate flight. Someone with super strength could throw this thing into the air. That floaty girl could probably toss it pretty far, too. Explody murder face? Eh, he’s never blown himself up. He could tank it!
The wobbling machine was reaching a crescendo, so you were almost out of time.
“Damn, I just have to toss it in a room and hope it’s empty!” You slammed your shoulder into a room that didn’t seem to have windows. You then realized the room was a bit humid and smelled strongly of sweat.
That was when you realized this room was occupied. By six girls. In gym clothes. This was a locker room.
“Oh, I’m boned.” You murmured before the device let out a fsssssssss sound. “We’re boned.”
The device released a vapor that quickly filled the room.
“What the heck is this stuff?!” Mina Ashido exclaimed and waved her hands frantically. She was able to swat some of the vapors aside, but they rapidly expanded to fill the empty space.
“Smells kinda like kiwis, ribbit.” Tsuyu Asui was calmer as she sniffed the air.
“We should probably still get out of here. Can anyone see the door?” Ochaco Uraraka squinted, but she could only make out silhouettes. She at least seemed understanding and rational.
“What the hell, man?!” Kyoka Jiro was less understanding. She moved toward the first shadow she saw and bumped into Momo. However, the impact felt surprisingly soft…
Momo Yaoyorozu steadied her friend. “We shouldn’t move around too much. We could trip over each other and get hurt. Allow me to…” She activated her quirk and created an air purifier. The device hummed to life and sucked the vapor away.
“Does anyone else’s gym clothes feel super tight all of a sudden?” Toru Hakakure asked as she tried to tug on her gym pants. The fabric was stubborn and refused to loosen up.
It was made clear once the air was cleared.
Though no one could see the invisible girl, they could tell her clothing was stretched to the limit. The more they looked, the more they realized the fabric seemed warped somehow. It was the same clothes, but the curves were entirely different.
The collar of her shirt seemed like it was wrapped directly around Toru’s neck, while at the same time being stretched further. No one had ever seen it, but Toru’s neck should have been much more slender.
Then, the sleeves of her shirt appeared stretched tautly around her shoulders, with the same taut yet stretched effect as her collar.
No one could focus on those parts, though. Their attention was drawn to Toru’s…chest.
Usually, Toru’s uniform was modest and neither accentuated nor hindered her bust. The blue fabric of her athletic gear was utterly stuffed with cleavage nearly three times their previous size. It looked like two watermelons had been wrapped in the blue fabric, but they also wobbled with every move.
Beneath the curves of Toru’s chest was a slightly more prominent bulge. Her shirt left it mostly uncovered, but the way the fabric stretched clearly revealed that this was the top of a round belly. That belly continued its curve lower and seemed to bulge out a few more inches.
The last part was confirmed by how the front of Toru’s athletic pants was pushed downward. Her panties were also revealed past the expanse of invisible space. The way the fabric was stretched revealed she had a sizable rump, too.
The legs of the athletic pants were drawn tightly around plush thighs. Each was as thick as Toru’s waistline had been a few minutes prior. Her lower legs had thinner but proportionally heavy shins and calves.
Everyone stared in silence for a moment.
“What?” Toru asked. No one could see it, but her head tilted down. That caused a slight ruffling of her collar. She then seemed to grab her belly as the fabric of her shirt shifted.
“T-Toru-” Momo tried to placate her friend preemptively.
“WHAT THE HEEEEECK?! I’m all doughy and squishy!” Toru exclaimed. The group saw as she spun around, poking and feeling herself. Every movement caused her to jiggle, but it was only visible through stretched clothing.
“Toru, you have to calm down!” Ochaco moved to calm her friend, but she noticed something off on the first step. “Woah!” She stumbled as her body proved difficult to move. That was when she looked down to notice her body had become oddly plump.
“GYAAAAH!” Jiro screamed when she looked at herself. She, too, had gotten substantially thicker.
“Oh dear,” Momo stopped to observe her bust. It now extended so far in front of her that she couldn’t see her feet.
“Ribbit.” Froppy sighed and looked at herself. “I figured it’d be all of us after staring at Toru, but…”
Mina nodded, “Yeah, kinda hoped it’d miss us somehow.” She sighed and patted her belly. “Hey, why am I like twice as jiggly as everyone else?”
You had backed yourself against the law. You had been spared for some reason, but it was time to beat a hasty retreat. It was easier said than done, though. You couldn’t stop staring at the girls. You had stared at Toru at first, but that was out of shock. Now your eyes ran a gauntlet over the other overweight heroines.
Momo undoubtedly had the largest chest. Toru’s had seemed large at first, but Momo’s breasts managed to become twice that large. Not quite as large as beachballs, too round to be compared to pumpkins. Each was a heavy, almost perfectly round mass of fat affixed to her chest.
Above them was a face not too different from earlier. Momo’s cheeks had softened, and she had an extra chin. Despite that, the sophisticated and angular features were preserved. Though, they were currently twisted in confusion at the drastic increase to her weight.
In the shadow of her bust was a neatly rounded belly. It protruded enough to lie upon her upper thighs, but barely at that. It was not as wide as her hips, which flared out an additional foot and a half in each direction. It was still a sizable belly one would rarely associate with a heroine.
Momo happened to turn, giving you a better view of her backside. From her shoulders to the base of her back was a delicate assemblage of puffiness and a few rolls. First, the noticeable thickness over her shoulder blades, then hanging folds toward the middle and lower back, and finally, the peaking of her love handles around her side.
After that was the broad bump of her hips. She was as wide as the doorway you had flung yourself through. The curves were soft and impeccably smooth. It was the same smoothness a master potter created from clay. The butt supported by these hips had similarly flawless curves. Each was the size of a sofa cushion but nearly as round as a ball. Not quite bubble, not broad enough to be boxy, and too perky to be like saddlebags.
That smoothness carried to her thighs. They were broad enough to squish together, and their curves waved slightly. It was like the subtle imperfection on something practically divine. The way her leggings squeezed and tried to follow these curves was an added detail that set your heart aflutter.