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Mistress Ochaco's Meek Maid
🕑 Added 2024-03-12 03:09:01 +0000 UTC
WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Ochaco, Mina, and Momo (MHA) Personality TF, Futa Ochaco, and Sexual Content
WORDS: 7000
In the wake of a villain attack, Momo and Ochaco are quarantined to avoid spreading the hypnotic influence. Stuck in their room, they fall into their new roles as a prideful noblewoman and a meek maid who is willing to do anything to please her mistress and her royal equipment.
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The dorms that had once been a place of safety and comfort at UA Academy had taken on a different light in the wake of a recent villain attack. A nefarious woman by the name of Hypnosis Hysteria had wreaked havoc on the nearby city for weeks. Hoping to stop her for good, the authorities lured her into a trap at the school with the backing of both teachers and upcoming heroes alike. The villain’s shenanigans came to an end after a grueling battle that showed just how much class 1-A had learned from their three years of rigorous training. Unfortunately, the victory only came after the villainess left a parting gift for two of the young heroines.
Sitting at a table in the middle of the most spacious of the dormitories, Ochaco kept fidgeting with her chin length, brown hair to try and keep herself calm. The quaint, two bed dormitory complete with a private bathroom and kitchen couldn’t get her to ignore the worries in her mind. Over and over she kept thinking about the reports detailing what happened to Hypnosis Hysteria’s victims. Even in their society of various quirks, it still seemed impossible for someone’s mind and body to be modified so easily. Worst of all, the contagious effects of the quirk meant she was forced to be separated from the others as she waited for an antidote to be created.
Ochaco’s nervous shaking was put on hold as a cup of tea was placed in front of her. Looking away from the steam rising from the fresh brew, she spotted the reassuring smile of her classmate Momo. Even if the young woman with her hair tied up in a black ponytail was also suffering from the same fate, Ochaco had to admit that she was grateful that she didn’t have to take on this curse alone.
“Thank you very much,” Ochaco said, carefully sipping at the tea, careful not to spill any on her pink top and black shorts. “This is just what I needed.”
“Think nothing of it,” Momo replied, showing the grace that came with her familial name as she poured herself a cup. Sipping at the tea, she paused to brush out the wrinkles from her light blue blouse and matching skirt. “We’ve been through a lot over the years. One of the important lessons I’ve learned during that time is that we need to stick together if we want to succeed.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Ochaco said, smiling to copy Momo’s expression. “Still… I’m a little worried. Midnight and the other teachers weren’t able to tell us exactly when the effects of the quirk would kick in.”
Momo scratched her chin. “That is quite concerning. However, dwelling on the schemes of that vile woman it isn’t going to help our situation.” With a wave of her hand, she managed to convince Ochaco to take another sip of tea. “We’ve dealt with much more difficult situations in the past, so I’m sure we can endure until the cure arrives.”
“I’m just hoping we’ll be able to recognize ourselves by then,” Ochaco replied, taking another drink from her cup only to find it empty.
“Is everything alright?” Momo asked.
“No, it’s nothing,” Ochaco said, the lie given away by the way her fingers tapped against the side of the cup.
“Ochaco,” Momo said, gently grasping her hand. “If something’s wrong you should tell me. While none of the teachers may be able to directly approach us, they can do their best to assist us if we make a call. That the entire reason their monitoring us.”
“Um, no it’s nothing like that,” Ochaco said, begrudgingly holding out her empty cup. “I was just hoping I could have a little more.”
“Not a problem,” Momo replied, graciously picking up the cup. “I’ll have it for you right away. How many sugars would you like?”
An unexpected huff left Ochaco’s lips. “You’ve served me long enough to know the answer to that question.”
Momo paused for a moment to glance back at Ochaco. “Excuse me?”
Only now realizing what she had said, Ochaco slapped her cheeks to try and get herself together. “Sorry, I meant to say two sugars.”
“Right away mistress, er, I mean Ochaco,” Momo said, walking her way over to the tea kettle.
For a while, the two heroines were able to keep their nerves at bay with cups of tea and pleasant conversations. As Ochaco watched Momo sip from her cup, she noticed something was off. Blinking a few times, she tried to confirm whether or not her friend’s bosom seemed smaller than usual. Her confusion only grew as she watched Momo get up from her chair to fetch more tea. She swore she saw her friend’s skirt hugging a little tighter around her waist. Owing the illusion to her own, stress-filled mind, Ochaco graciously handed her cup over to be refilled.
Finished pouring out another serving of tea, Momo began to walk back to the table. She paused for a moment as she noticed certain things were off about Ochaco’s body. At some point, her nervous fidgeting had been overtaken by a need to politely fold her fingers together over her lap. While she was grateful that her friend was calming down, she noticed that there was a small bulge pressing against the front of her pants.
“Momo, what are you staring at?” Ochaco asked.
“Nothing,” Momo replied making her way over to the table. “I think the hypnosis is messing with my head a bit. Maybe we should give Midnight a call to-“
Momo was sent toppling forward as her foot got caught on the rug. Though she managed to avoid anything more serious than a minor bump, the tea was flung through the air. Hearing the glass clatter against the ground, Momo slowly lifted up her head to see Ochaco was completely drenched. As the tea dripped down her body, Ochaco’s usually tender expression gradually changed to one of complete disdain.
“What is wrong with you?” Ochaco accused, bringing attention to the extra heft around her chest as she tried to wipe off the mess.
“Sorry,” Momo said, scrambling back to her feet. “I don’t know why I didn’t see that.”
Ochaco let out a huff. “I am assuming you can at least see that you’ve ruined my clothes,” she said, pulling at the drenched top. “Use your quirk to make me a new set. And be quick about it.”
Momo nervously shifted her fingers. “I’m really not supposed to make stuff like that. Especially when I’m not doing hero work.” A shudder went down her spine as she noticed the glare on Ochaco’s face. “But I’m sure it’s fine under these circumstances.”
Pulling down part of her shirt, Momo’s activated her quirk. At the time, her need to make up for her accident made her miss the details of her shrunken bosom as she worked on her task. Producing an exact copy of her friend’s outfit, she fixed up her shirt and presented the clothes. However, Ochaco merely replied by turning up her nose.
“Is that really how you intend to make up for your transgression?” Ochaco asked, not bothering to look Momo in the eyes.
“But this is what you’re wearing now” Momo replied.
“I think I deserve something a bit more regal,” Ochaco said, waving her hands over her body. “Perhaps a magnificent gown. The kind that could only be bought with your family’s kind of money. Yes, that sound perfect for a noblewoman like myself.”
“I-I really shouldn’t…”
Momo trailed off as Ochaco cast her piercing gaze towards her. Placing her palm against her chest once more, Momo fought against her better judgement to produce a bundle of pink cloth and lace. Following an innate instinct, she knelt down and presented the garment.
“How’s this?” Momo asked as Ochaco swiped up the dress.
“I will let you know in a moment,” Ochaco replied as she made her way over to the bathroom.
An hour later, Ochaco returned to show off her new attire. Fully unveiled, the dress’s main attraction appeared to be the puffy, pink skirt that reached down to the floor. Lines of white lace adorned the bottom of the gown, as well as the puffy sleeves. As elegant as the dress appeared to be, there was the obvious exception in the form of the wide cleavage window. The opening allowed Momo to watch her friend’s bosom enlarge to become larger than her head before her better judgement got her to look elsewhere.
Momo’s attention became enamored by the twin, spiral curls made up of Ochaco’s hair. The twisted locks were far longer than they were supposed to be, with the very tips reaching past her waist. Scanning the pair of pink hairbows keeping the spirals in place inevitably led her to meet eyes with Ochaco. Though she could tell it was her friend, there were certain differences in the way her eyes looked down on her that made it seem like she was in the presence of a completely different person.
“I suppose this will have to do for now,” Ochaco replied, holding onto her skirt as she made her way over to the table. Rather than sit down immediately she turned towards Momo and nodded her head.
“Oh! Of course, right way,” Momo said, hurrying to pull out her chair.
“That is much better,” Ochaco said, taking her place at the table as she took a sip from her fresh cup of tea. “Try to keep your mistakes to a minimum. It would do dreadful things to my reputation. Am I understood?”
“Yes,” Momo said.
“Yes, who?”
Momo gave a bow. “Yes… Mistress Ochaco.”
“That is more like it,” Ochaco commented, flipping around one of her hair drills. “Now, make yourself useful and put together some cakes for me.”
“Cakes? Where am I supposed to-“
Momo’s question was silenced by a single glare from her mistress. In a rush to meet her transformed friend’s demands, she paid little mind to the ramifications of pulling out a collection of sweets using her quirk. As she procured the last petit four needed to assemble a proper platter, that was when she finally noticed the sizable amount that her breasts had shrunk down. She barely had a chance to examine her newly formed A-cups before the tapping of Ochaco’s fingers against the table got her moving.
As Momo placed the platter on the table, she attempted to bow in accordance with some innate instinct. Bending forward, her ears picked up the sound of a loud tearing noise. Standing back up only worsened the rip in the back of her skirt to show off her panties tightly wound around her thicker rear. In spite of Ochaco being the only other person in the room, that fact couldn’t prevent a shade of bright red from covering her face.
“Are you serious?” Ochaco asked, the look of disdain on her face not doing much to ease Momo. “Have you really been neglecting something as basic as wearing properly sized clothes?”
“I-I’m sorry, mistress,” Momo said, shuffling her way over to the bathroom. “G-give me a moment and I’ll take care of it right away.”
Closing the door behind herself, Momo began to take off her clothes. Faced with the reality of her changed curves, she tried to come to grips with the fact that the villain’s hypnosis was changing her both physically and mentally. While she was against giving into the criminal’s wishes, she didn’t want to face the wrath of her “mistress” either. For lack of a better options, she activated her quirk to create an outfit suitable for her current situation.
Getting over the hurdle of the unfamiliar clothing and her own embarrassment, Momo stepped out of the bathroom. To better go with her mistress’s attire, she had chosen to adorn herself in a maid uniform. The black blouse around her torso was able to hide her small chest thanks to the white, frilly apron hanging off her shoulders. Around her wide waist was a sash tied together by a large, white bow that hung over the shin-length, black skirt that managed to keep her bubble butt hidden.
“Hmm,” Ochaco hummed, looking over Momo’s outfit. Passing her gaze from the black shoes adorning the maid’s feet to the frilly, white scrunchie keeping her black hair tied up in a bun, she gave a small nod. “Yes, this will do.”
“T-thank you mistress,” Momo said, a small smile appearing on her face in the wake of Ochaco’s praise.
“However,” Ochaco spoke, the word making Momo’s heart sink, “there is room for improvement.” Grabbing the empty platter, she held it out towards the maid. “Make yourself useful and get me another serving.”
“Of course,” Momo replied, hurriedly accepting the platter, and shuffling away. “I’ll get on it right now-AHHH!”
In her rush, Momo failed to see the same bump in the carpet that had gotten her before. Unlike the previous tumble, her fall stopped with her face mere inches from the carpet. Spinning her floating body around, she saw that Ochaco had activated her own quirk to levitate not only her, but the platter as well. As grateful as the maid was for her master coming to the rescue, all she felt was fear the moment she saw a few specks of icing had fallen from the platter to tarnish part of Ochaco’s dress.
“Disgraceful,” Ochaco commented, releasing her powers as soon as Momo’s feet touched the ground, and the platter was placed back on the table. “Are you really so incompetent that you are incapable of something so simple as…”
Ochaco trailed off as she scratched her chin. “Yes, that would explain things.”
“W-what are you talking about?” Momo asked.
Putting her hands on her hips, Ochaco let out a huff. “I was thinking that something was off about your appearance. You forgot your glasses. AGAIN.”
Reaching for her face, Momo let out a soft squeak. “S-sorry, I’ll take care of it right away,” she said, shuffling over to the corner. Recalling false memories of forgetting the crucial item multiple times, she was able to accurately recreate the glasses needed to fix her vision. As thick as the lenses were and how unsightly the wide, black rims looked perched on her face, she was hopeful that they would prevent any future slip ups.
“Now that that’s settled,” Ochaco began, taking her seat back at the table, “clean up your mess.”
“Yes, of course,” Momo said, procuring a rag and rushing over to her mistress’s side.
Getting down on her knees, Momo began the process of delicately getting rid of the stains clinging to the gown. For fear of retribution, she tried to remain steady with her movements to avoid any unnecessary damage to the garment. Things were moving along smoothly up until she was forced to pay attention to a certain spot.
Taking a deep breath, Momo moved her hands over to the area of the dress directly in front of Ochaco’s groin. As much as she would have preferred to finish the task swiftly, the stubbornness of the stain proved to be too much for her gentle touch. Forced to push a little harder, she paused as she felt something rigid press back.
A small gasp escaped from Momo’s lips that went unnoticed by her mistress. Still working under the premise that she was just trying to clean, she returned to the area to continue her examination. Feeling the size and shape of what lurked beneath the skirt, she all but confirmed her suspicions. Unfortunately for her, this revelation came shortly before Ochaco grew impatient and pushed away from her.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Ochaco accused.
“S-sorry,” Momo said, nearly bumping her head on the table as she stood up. “It’s just… well… there was, um, something I was curious about.”
Ochaco raised an eyebrow. “And what would that be?”
“Does it… hurt?”
“What are you blabbering on about?”
Fidgeting with her fingers a bit more, Momo took a deep breath. “When I was cleaning your dress, I could feel that it was moving. I’m sorry if I caused you any discomfort. I’ll do anything to help you if so.”
“Hmm,” Ochaco said as she scratched her chin. “I suppose if you’re offering, there is something you could do to service the royal equipment.”
Pushing back further from the table, Ochaco lifted up the hem of her dress. “Well, go on,” she said, gesturing for Momo to approach. “You wanted to see it for yourself right?”
“I-I didn’t mean it like that, I was just-“
“Are you rejecting the honor of seeing it first hand?” Ochaco asked back. “Please tell me I did not hire a maid that is this ungrateful.”
“No, of course not, my mistress,” Momo replied, quickly getting down on her knees. “I’ll take care of it right away.”
Shuffling her way over to Ochaco, Momo braved the puffy lace adorning the skirt to duck beneath it. Making her way through the sea of white and pink, she eventually managed to make her way towards her mistress’s groin. She couldn’t help a gasp from leaving her lips as she saw the thing cradled by the delicate looking panties. With a shaky hand, she slowly reached out towards the undergarment to pull it down.
Momo let out a squeak as Ochaco’s cock bumped against her forehead. Even with the little light she had beneath the skirt, Momo was still able to take in the impressive girth and length of the manhood. Equally as amazing were the pair of swollen testicles hanging beneath the dick; partially obscuring her mistress’s womanhood. The more she stared at the cock, the more she noticed the way it throbbed. Seeing glistening drops form around the tip, Momo subconsciously licked her lips. Telling herself that this was for the sake of fulfilling her duty as a maid, she made sure her hair was tied back in place and moved forward.
Opening her mouth as wide as possible, Momo attempted to swallow up Ochaco’s cock. As determined as she was, she was only able to make it halfway down the shaft before she was forced to stop. Fearing that her mistress would be displeased with her performance, she did what she could by sliding her tongue along the tip as she sucked up the droplets that leaked out. As for the rest of the length, she had to settle with rubbing it with one hand while the other stimulated her master’s balls.
Momo was invigorated by each pulse of activity she felt from the dick in her mouth. Hearing small moans come from up above, she upped her efforts to make sure her mistress was well taken care of. While she was focused on the task at hand, her own desires beckoned for her to take care of her own needs. Leaving one hand behind to continue stimulating the cock, she slowly began to bring the other towards her own groin. Slipping her hand beneath her skirt, she managed to just barely press her fingers up against her dripping womanhood.
The maid was prevented from pleasuring herself as a load of cum spurted into her mouth. Though she attempted to swallow up every drop, Momo was quickly overwhelmed by the sheer amount. Forced to pull away from the dick, she watched as the semen leaked out onto her uniform. The sorry state of her outfit was revealed in full as Ochaco stood up to leave her exposed.
“Pathetic,” Ochaco said, looming over Momo. Before the maid could inquire further, she grasped the wrist of the hand Momo was trying to use to masturbate. “Is the act of getting to sample my royal manhood not enough for you? You need to resort to such unrefined actions?”
“I’m so sorry, mistress,” Momo replied, bowing her head, and nearly dropping her glasses onto the globs of semen clinging to her chest. “It was foolish of me to waste such an opportunity.”
“As you should be,” Ochaco said, making her way over to one of the beds. “Come over here. I have a way for you to make up for your failure.”
“W-what did you have in mind?” Momo asked, meekly shuffling her way over to the mattress and sitting down.
With a light shove, Ochaco managed to get Momo on her back. “If your mouth cannot fulfill the duty of taking care of the royal cock,” Ochaco began, hiking up her skirt to unveil her full girth, “then I will have to use another orifice to do the job.”
A flush of red appeared on Momo’s face. “M-mistress, I don’t think I can do that.”
“I am not going to force this on you,” Ochaco replied, tapping her fingernails across the length of her shaft. “Far be it that someone calls a refined lady like me a beast without limits. If this is far too much for you, then merely speak. It will provide me more time to find another servant capable of taking care of my problem.”
“N-no, it’s not that,” Momo said, fidgeting with her fingers. “It’s just… this will be my first time. I’m a little nervous.”
The admittance of weakness from the maid did not earn her any scorn. If anything, Momo’s words brought a sly grin to Ochaco face. Stepping up closer, the noblewoman leaned in close so that her face was mere inches from Momo’s.
“You have nothing to worry about,” Ochaco whispered into the maid’s ear. “I’ll take the lead from here. Am I understood?”
“Y-yes mistress,” Momo said, taking a deep breath as she watched Ochaco back away.
Hoisting up Momo’s skirt, Ochaco swiftly removed the pair of lacey, black panties covering up her maid’s womanhood. While Momo was distraught to see the lingering wet stain on the front of the undergarment, Ochaco didn’t seem to care as she slid in-between Momo’s thighs. Placing the very tip at the entrance of the maid’s womanhood, Ochaco grasped onto Momo’s legs. Eager to please both her mistress and her own libido, Momo nodded her head to let herself become her master’s plaything.
Showing a modicum of care for her servant, Ochaco very slowly inserted her cock. Upon the full length entering her womanhood, Momo was sure to let her mistress know with a soft gasp. The cute sound was the que for Ochaco to begin moving her hips gently back and forth. The gradual pace allowed the maid to grow accustomed to the feeling but had the drawback of leaving both women feeling like they were far from their goal. This desire for more pleasure was communicated through a simple look as they exchanged glances towards one another.
Tightening her grip on Momo’s legs, Ochaco increased her speed. The powerful thrusts turned the maid’s soft gasps into euphoric cries. Though the noblewoman wasn’t above letting out her own moans of ecstasy, they were much more reserved in comparison. Unable to handle the overwhelming pleasure her mistress was so generous to give, Momo ended up being the first to finish. Her release came just a few seconds ahead of Ochaco’s, leaving her drained as her womanhood was filled with cum.
“Not bad for your first time,” Ochaco said, leaning down to press her hand against the maid’s cheek. Just as it looked like she was about to reward Momo with a kiss of her pink painted lips, she pulled away. “Then again, it was not very good either. Far below the standards I would expect from a partner.”
“I-I’m sorry,” Momo replied, trying her best to sit herself up. “Maybe we can try again?”
“Do not be so foolish,” Ochaco replied, putting her skirt back in place. “We both need time to recover first. Besides, I am left unimpressed by what your holes have provided me. If all else fails, I might have to call upon-“
The turning of the door knob grabbed Ochaco and Momo’s attention. While the master was able to brush out the wrinkles in her dress easily enough, the maid had to scramble to make herself at least somewhat presentable. Forced to give up on trying to get the semen stains out of her uniform, she sat herself up just as the door opened to reveal a simultaneous strange, yet familiar face.
From outside the hall stepped in Mina Ashido. The energetic, young woman paused for a moment as she looked at the state of her friends. Even with her skin’s pink hue, she found the bright shades of Ochaco’s dress to be blinding. In comparison to Momo’s maid outfit, her black tank top and shorts felt extra mundane. Looking across her friend’s enhanced assets, she subconsciously reached up to tug at the pair of horns sticking out of her fluffy, pink hair. As her yellow irises shifted around in her black sclera, she finally seemed to notice the droplets of leftover cum clinging to Momo.
“Sorry,” Mina said, trying to avert her eyes. “I was just trying to check in on you. I know the teachers said the condition was contagious, but I don’t see how hypnosis can be caught like a common cold.”
“How generous of you,” Ochaco said, gliding across the room to be mere inches from Mina. “You were here to assist us, correct?”
“Y-yes,” Mina replied, slowly turning to look Ochaco head on.
“Well,” Ochaco began, closing the door shut behind the pink woman, “I could always use an extra hand.”
“That’s fine really,” Mina said, holding up her hands as Momo shuffled up behind Ochaco. “I can just go find Midnight. She was the one who was supposed to be watching you anyway.”
“P-please don’t go,” Momo squeaked out, nervously fiddling with her fingers as she got closer to Mina. “I could really use the help. Especially from a veteran like yourself.”
Before Mina could even think about running out of the room, she was left stunned by the sight of her friends’ eyes becoming overcome with a swirling, pink pattern. The hypnotic gaze left her with a thousand mile stare as her arms hung limply at her sides. Drool began to slip out of her mouth as her new role was implanted into her mind. While Momo and Ochaco’s transformations were delayed due to their singular dose from the villain, the double exposure put the pink girl on the fast track to losing who she was.
As the hypnotic gaze of the mistress and maid faded away, so too did Mina’s trance. Noticing the drool dripping from her mouth, she wiped it clean with the back of her hand. Like the others, her body went through some enhancements to enlarge her breasts and butt. Left with an hourglass figure, she was about to stumble to the ground, only to catch herself at the last minute. Straightening her posture, her slack jawed expression was replaced with a more stoic look that gave the feeling that she had seen far more than her eighteen years of life had gifted her.
“I do apologize, Mistress Ochaco,” Mina said, making a graceful bow towards the noblewoman. “For both my tardiness and unbecoming appearance.”
“I will overlook it for now due to my current needs,” Ochaco said, making her way back to the table to have a seat. “Get into your uniform. I have several tasks that are required of you.”
“Of course, my mistress,” Mina replied, giving another bow before making her way over to Momo. “You will provide me with a suitable uniform,” she commanded, gesturing towards the rips in her clothes created by her enhanced assets. “I’m assuming you still remember the measurements?”
“Right away,” Momo said, quickly shuffling over the corner to produce a modified version of her maid outfit. Hurrying back over to Mina, she presented the pink woman with the uniform. “Sorry if I took so long. I can take care of mistress while you go get changed in the-“
“That won’t be necessary,” Mina replied, showing no hesitation as she stripped off her clothes.
“M-Miss Mina, what are you doing?” Momo asked, her body shaking like a leaf.
“Putting on my proper uniform,” Mina replied, unaffected by her nudity as she accepted the maid outfit and slipped it on. “There is no reason to act like a nervous school girl. It’s not like you haven’t seen this before.”
“And then some, OHOHOHO!,” Ochaco commented, a sly grin on her face as she let out the haughty laugh.
Beating out the wrinkles in her uniform and fitting the fabric around her curves, Mina held her hand out towards Momo. Understanding immediately, the nervous maid produced a brush along with a jar of gel. With the proper tools in hand, Mina managed to tame her wild head of hair. When she was finished, the pink woman was left with straightened, slicked back locks that were neatly styled around her horns.
“You look… handsome,” Momo said, earning a curious look from Mina. “Er, I mean pretty. No, I meant to say dignified.”
“It is fine,” Mina said, holding out her hand to stop Momo. “For now, let us focus on the task at hand.” Strolling over to Ochaco, Mina knelt down before her. “How may I be of service?”
Without skipping a beat, Ochaco lifted up her dress to show off her cock. While Momo was still reeling at the fact that the girthy member had already recovered from its earlier session, Mina gave a nod of understanding. Burying herself in her mistress’s groin, the pink woman got to work.
Though Momo couldn’t see past the edges of her master’s skirt, she could certainly feel what Mina was doing thanks to the soft moans that began to leave Ochaco’s lips. The noblewoman’s refined expression began to falter the more the head maid took care of her member. Chewing on her lip to suppress her moans, the mistress encouraged Mina by holding onto her shoulders. Stuck with having to merely watch the act unfold, Momo could only squirm in place as her body yearned to join in herself.
A small gasp left Ochaco’s lips as she reached her finish. As she settled back in her seat, the mistress and Momo waited for the moment the pink girl would come back out. Not leaving until a full minute had passed, Mina retreated from the curtain-like skirt and stood up. Her uniform was still as pristine as ever, mostly thanks to the leftover droplets of cum clinging to her mouth.
“Most excellent,” Ochaco said, offering up a handkerchief.
“It was my pleasure,” Mina said, graciously accepting to cloth to dab her lips clean. “It is all part of my duty as head maid to serve you to the best of my abilities.”
“Hmm, at least one of my servants has the right idea,” Ochaco replied, showing no sign of guilt as she glanced over at Momo.
“I-I can do better, I promise,” Momo staggered out.
“You had your chance and then some,” Ochaco shot back. “Now why don’t you make yourself actually useful and fetch me more tea?”
“I beg your pardon, mistress,” Mina said, stepping in-between the two of them. “I have been watching Momo’s progress and she has shown great interest in becoming a proper maid to you. Though she has yet to reach the level of proficiency as I or the other maids, she is on the path to greater things. If I may be so bold, might I request that you offer her another chance?”
Tapping her foot against the ground for a few moments, Ochaco mulled over the decision. The tension was finally broken as she let out an exasperated sigh. “Very well,” Ochaco relented. “I will give this useless maid another shot at being more than garbage.”
“Thank you so much,” Momo said, graciously bowing towards her master. “I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to-“
“Not so fast,” Ochaco said, holding up her finger. “I’m not letting you do this alone. You have already shown that you are incapable of reaching my standards on your own.” Leaving the shivering Momo behind, she turned back towards Mina. “I’m assuming you have something in mind to put her on the right track?”
“Of course,” Mina replied. “It shall be done, Mistress Ochaco.”
Taking Momo by the hand, Mina brought her back over to the bed. Taking a seat on the mattress, the pink woman lifted up her own skirt and spread her legs. Stil in awe at her coworker’s lack of fear, Momo was left silenced by the sight of Mina’s bare vagina being displayed before her. Looking away from the maid’s genitals, Momo looked up to see a slight grin on Mina’s face moments before her face was pushed against her groin.
“This should serve as a proper warm up,” Mina commented from above. “Go ahead and get started. I’ll provide any feedback if you need it.”
Momo’s muffled response got her message across as she opened up her mouth and began to suck on Mina’s labia. As inexperienced as she was, she at least had some knowledge when it came to taking care of a womanhood’s needs. Her slow drags of the tongue and rubs against the clit seemed to be doing something right as she heard Mina’s soft gaps from above. However, all momentum came to a stop as she recognized the clack of high heeled shoes stomping towards her.
“What exactly are you doing?” Ochaco asked, the tone of her voice making Momo stay within the comforts of Mina’s legs. “I though the whole point was her servicing the royal cock.”
“I was just making sure she was ready for you,” Mina calmly replied. “From what I’ve felt, she’s more than eager to please. You may use her as you wish.”
“I told you, we already tried that. I was left rather disappointed.”
“You just need to take it at a different angle, so to speak.”
Feeling Mina shift above her, Momo allowed the other maid to adjust her body. The meek maid let out a yelp against Mina’s groin as the back of her skirt was flipped up to leave the entirety of her thick backside on display. Grabbing hold of the cushiony ass cheeks, Mina spread them apart to fully expose Momo’s anus.
“This should suffice,” Mina replied.
“It is a bit unorthodox. Although, I suppose your years of service have more than earned my trust in you,” Ochaco said, sliding up her rigid cock to let the tip press against the entrance to Momo’s back door. “On your mark, maid. Do not leave me dissatisfied again.”
For lack of a way to properly verbalize her intentions, Momo had to hope that lifting up her rear and presenting it to her mistress would be enough. She got her answer as she felt the entirety of Ochaco’s girth slide inside of her. Though the sensation made her grit her teeth, the waves of pleasure that emanated through her body with each inch were more than enough to make up for it. Feeling the base of her master’s cock press up against her bubble butt, she once more pushed her face into Mina’s womanhood to signal her fellow maid that she was ready to continue.
Moments after Momo swept her tongue along Mina’s vagina, Ochaco began to roughly move her hips back and forth. Working through the ecstasy she felt with each thrust, Momo continued to suck and rub against the head maid’s womanhood to show proper appreciation to the two women she most respected. The reward for her loyalty was revealed as her ears picked up the sound of both of her partners beginning to moan. Hoping that the sounds of euphoria would mask her own, she persevered through the rough fucking of her ass to last as long as possible.
A sense of relief was mixed in with Momo’s pleasure as she felt her mistress’s warm seed fill up her insides. A moment later, her face became covered in the sticky reside of Mina’s own orgasm. Overwhelmed by the shivers of her partners, the meek maid finally gave in and let her body be overcome with euphoria as she found her release.
Slipping out from between Mina’s legs, Momo was stopped from dropping to the floor by a pair of hands grabbing her hips. Hoisted up onto the bed, she hazarded to look over her shoulder to see that Ochaco had been the one to carry her. Though she wanted to voice her gratefulness, she was far too tired to do anything more than lay there for the time being.
“I take it that you found my subordinate’s body acceptable?” Mina asked.
“More than that, she was absolutely exquisite,” Ochaco replied, gracing Momo’s lips with a momentary kiss. “We must celebrate this momentous occasion. Mina, bring me that marker.”
Though Momo could feel something being dragged across her butt cheeks, she was far too weak to do anything about it. Regardless, the warmth she felt for providing her master with the service she required was more than enough to keep her in good spirits. The air moving against her lips tingled from the lingering sensation of Ochaco’s kiss. If possible, she was content to lay there until her services were required again. This mood lasted until her ears picked up the sound of the door to the room opening up once more.
Momo only managed to look behind her to see the woman dressed in dominatrix gear for a moment before a mist seeped out of the stranger’s skin. As the fog reached Mina and Ochaco, they stumbled towards the bed to flop down on it. Unable to do much under the influence of the mystery woman’s quirk, Momo finally gave in and let her body drift off into a well-deserved sleep.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The intention had been for Momo to clear her mind through the use of a walk around campus. However, it was hard to ignore the way people stared at her as she walked around. Even after the extra girth of her rear had been taken away by the antidote, there was little she could do to prevent rumors of what had happened at the dorms. Though no one said anything to her, the mere thought that people were aware of her little maid act made her want to turn back to hide in the safety of her dorm room.
Momo’s heart beat even faster as she spotted Mina and Ochaco talking to one another. While her instinct was to run as far away as possible to avoid the awkward interaction, she forced herself to keep on going. After all, they were the only people that had a chance of understanding what she was going through. That didn’t make it any easier as she approached them and was greeted with the same level of anxiety plastered on their faces.
“Um… hey Momo,” Ochaco said, her weak wave a far cry from the prideful mistress she had been before.
“Hi,” Momo replied, giving back a similar, awkward greeting.
In the wake of the ensuing, unbearable silence, Mina stepped forward. “Okay, I know what we’re all thinking,” she began, “but we can’t keep dancing around this. What happened there was out of our control. If anything, it’s Midnight’s fault for not jumping in sooner. I heard she got quite the tear down when they found out she was asleep at the cameras.”
“It’s not really about if we were responsible for it,” Momo explained. “The fact is it still happened and it’s making it difficult to socialize with our fellow classmates again. I’m not sure things will ever be the same.”
Noticing the worry on Momo’s face, Ochaco stepped forward to place a hand on her shoulder. “It will be tough, but we’ll work through this together.” Fighting through her own anxiety, she put on a small smile. “That’s what heroes do, right?”
Momo returned the gesture with her own tiny grin. “Thank you. Both of you.”
“That’s the spirit,” Mina said, copying the expression in her own, bombastic way. “How about we head out and meet at this café a few blocks away? I still can’t get rid of that strong craving for tea.”
“That sounds lovely,” Momo said, making her way towards town. “I’ll go on ahead to reserve us a table.”
Momo’s prideful stride became hindered as a strong gust of wind blew past her. While she was able to endure the breeze, her skirt was lifted up by the force. The gust provided Mina and Ochaco with a peek at the leftover swelling affecting her friend’s backside. While the added heft would eventually subside, they weren’t so certain about the graffiti. By the time the breeze died down and the label “Property of Mistress Ochaco” was covered up again, they hurried to act like they had seen nothing.
“Is something wrong?” Momo asked, noticing the way her friends were looking away from her.
“Um, just a little hungry,” Mina said, hoping Momo wouldn’t notice the tint of red appearing on her pink cheeks.
“Yeah, real hungry,” Ochaco quickly added. “Maid-er, Momo, would you mind hurrying it up?”
“Of course. Anything for my mistress, um, I mean friends,” Momo said, continuing onward with the feeling of pride at the thought of properly serving tea to her fellow heroes.
