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Midnight and Eraser Head’s Intoxicating Indulgence
🕑 Added 2021-01-13 04:21:44 +0000 UTCWARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Midnight and Eraser Head from My Hero Academia Slobification (WG, Burping, and Farting), IQ Loss, and Sexual Content
Through the use of a particularly potent batch of booze, two of U. A.'s teachers decide to relax after a long work week with plenty of fat, gas, and poor decisions. This is a commission for cherrysodacat on DA.
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A long day of grading papers and keeping the students in-line had taken its toll on the ever-tired Aizawa. Roaming the halls of U. A. High School late at night, he was just about ready to stumble into bed in an attempt sleep off the dark circles around his eyes. Brushing aside stray strands of his black hair from his face, his hand grazed the stubble lining his cheeks. Noticing his scarf was out of place, he stopped to adjust it alongside the rest of his black outfit. Those few moments of hesitation were soon filled with regret as he heard a familiar set of footsteps coming from down the hall.
Turning his head to the side, Aizawa was met with the wide grin and pointy blonde hair of his fellow pro hero and teacher, Present Mic. Upon seeing Aizawa, Present Mic made a beeline towards him, his boots loudly stomping across the hall to add to his overall presence and reputation of being a noisy hero. “Hey there Eraser Head,” he said, waving his gloved hand towards him. “What are you doing at the school so late?”
“I just got finished with getting my teaching plan for the next semester together and was intending to go home and sleep,” he answered, attempting to walk away.
“What’s the rush?” Present Mic asked, putting his hand on Aizawa’s shoulder to prevent his escape. “Why not hang out for a bit? I’m going over to the teacher’s lounge to meet up with Midnight.”
“I think I’d prefer to just spend a quiet evening alone,” Aizawa replied.
Present Mic peered over the edge of his sunglasses. “What if I told you she procured something special to help wind down after a long week? Something I know you’re a fan of.”
“And what would that be?”
Adjusting his glasses, Present Mic released Aizawa and started walking back down the hall. “I’m going to leave it as a surprise. If you want to find out, you’d better come with me.”
His need to make sure the school wasn’t destroyed from a faulty machine outweighed Aizawa’s desire to rest. Cursing both his luck and his fellow heroes’ shenanigans, he begrudgingly followed after Present Mic. Reaching the entrance to the teacher lounge, Present Mic opened the door and stood aside to allow Aizawa to enter first.
Midnight was there to greet the two of them, the sultry, R-rated hero clad in her usual dominatrix-styled hero costume. Her spiky purple hair was complimented by her deep blue eyes surrounded by a red face mask. Despite being on school premises, her bust was on full display thanks to the thin layer of material encasing most of her body. The leather leotard tightly wrapped around her torso left a good portion of her perfectly shaped butt cheeks hanging out. Walking up to Aizawa on her high-heeled, leather boots, she gave him a friendly wave.
“Hey there Eraser Head,” Midnight said, “come to relax for a little bit?”
“Quite the opposite actually,” he replied, unable to hide his annoyance. “Present Mic told me you had a ‘surprise’ and I’m here to make sure you won’t get into trouble with whatever that is.”
“And this is why you need to chill out and give yourself a chance to relax,” Present Mic said, slipping in behind him. “We’ve all been going through some hard times lately and we need to take any opportunity to unwind we can get.”
Aizawa let out a huff. “It’s going to take a lot of time and booze to make that happen.”
A mischievous smile appeared on Midnight’s face. “Then I think I have just the thing for you.”
Taking Aizawa’s hand, Midnight led him over to a corner of the lounge that was taken up by something big covered by a white cloth. With a single tug, Midnight pulled off the cover to reveal a collection of silver kegs. Each one bore the symbol of a black and white eye alongside the name, Beyeesta Company. A rare smile began to encroach across Aizawa’s face, only to be struck down by a series of concerning thoughts.
“Where did you get all of this?” he asked, gesturing towards the collection of kegs.
“Just like it says,” Midnight replied, gesturing towards one of the symbols. “What you’re looking at is a sample of a new type of liquor brewed by a hero support company. They developed it as a way to help heroes unwind after a long day of work. U. A. was sent an entire shipment to test it out in the field and to thank us for our work.”
“Is it any good?”
“Only one way to find out.”
Grabbing a plastic cup from the table, Midnight held it up to one of the keg’s spouts and filled it to the brim. Handing the cup over to Aizawa, she went back twice more to retrieve a cup for both herself and Present Mic. Looking down at the bubbly, golden liquid, a single whiff clued Aizawa in on the sheer potency of the beverage. However, he couldn’t deny his personal desire to get the edge off a little bit with some quality liquor.
“Shall we have a toast?” Midnight asked, raising her cup like it was a glass of fine wine.
“If we must,” Aizawa relented, stepping up next to her.
“Yeah, let’s…” Present Mic trailed off, as if the gears in his head started to click. “Shoot, I just remembered I have a radio show in the morning. Last thing I need is a hangover.”
“You can at least have a small taste, it’s not like we’re going to get wasted,” Midnight suggested.
Present Mic shook his head. “I’ve spent enough nights at bars with you to know better,” he said, putting his cup down and getting a bottle of water from the staff fridge. “I can at least hang out for a little bit.”
“Then let’s get started, I don’t plan on staying up late either,” Aizawa said.
“Okay, then as I was saying, a toast to U. A., the students, and all of our hard work!” Midnight announced, bumping her cup against the others’ before everyone drank their beverage of choice.
One sip was enough to convey to Aizawa both the drink’s high alcohol content and smooth flavor. Not wanting to be left behind in the wake of Midnight’s notorious skill in downing booze, he powered through it to chug every last drop. Finishing off the last of the liquor, he savored the lingering taste just as a small burp rolled up his throat.
“Excuse me,” he said, wiping his mouth clean.
“Not often we get to see this side of you,” Midnight commented, already filling up her second cup. “I think I like this new BWOOOORRP Aizawa.”
Present Mic and Aizawa gave her a strange look.
“What?” she asked. “We’re all friends here right?”
“It’s still a little UURRP unlike you,” Aizawa commented, too slow to stifle his own burp.
“Can’t a girl just have a chance to relax?” she replied, already downing half of her second cup. “Aizawa hand yours over. I know that wasn’t even close for being enough for you.”
Replying with a shrug, Aizawa handed over his cup and let Midnight fill it to the brim. Graciously accepting the refilled drink, he sipped it at a more gradual pace in an attempt to avoid getting too drunk. His plan only lasted until he felt a rumbling in his stomach. Placing the emptied out cup on a table, he clutched his mid-section to try and ease his queasy stomach.
Despite Aizawa’s efforts, the room was soon filled with a rude noise accompanied with an unpleasant odor. Still plagued with his own indigestion, he swiveled his head around the room in search of the source. He didn’t have to look long, evidenced by the red tint on Midnight’s embarrassed face. Just as he saw Present Mic begin to figure out where the fart had come from, he finally let out his own gas to both relieve the building pressure and save Midnight from being noticed.
“That’s pretty nasty stuff,” Present Mic commented, pinching his nose. “I said you needed to relax, but I didn’t mean for you to go that far. In front of a woman at that.”
“Heh, sorry. Guess the booze loosened me up a little too much,” Aizawa said, lightening the atmosphere with a friendly grin.
“It just goes to show how good this stuff is,” Midnight added, the blush of her embarrassment giving way to the reddish tone of her buzzed state. “Are you sure you don’t want some Present Mic?”
“I’m good,” he said, getting up from his seat. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going step out for a bit.”
“I gross you out that much?” Aizawa asked.
“No, just getting up to use the bathroom,” he said, an obvious lie. “Are you sure you don’t need to powder your nose or something Midnight? It’s a little stuffy in here.”
“I’m just fine,” she replied, downing another half cup of booze. “Besides, someone has to keep Mr. Gassy here company.”
“Suit yourself,” Present Mic said, slipping out of the room.
“Thanks for covering me back there,” Midnight said, sitting down next to Aizawa as soon as Present Mic’s footsteps faded down the hall.
“No problem, but what’s gotten into you?” Aizawa asked.
“I think it might be a side effect of the liquor,” she answered, swishing around her cup. “Besides, I could ask you the same thing. Since when have you had a spare tire like that?”
Looking down, Aizawa was surprised to see a bit of extra pudge had found its way around his belly. Poking at the odd protrusion, he glanced over at Midnight to see a similar growth had begun to swell around her stomach. Logic somewhat dampened by alcohol, he shrugged it off as just a bit of bloating and relaxed on the couch while nursing another cup.
Not a fan of being ignored, Midnight shuffled over to Aizawa. Pushing up as close as she dared to him, she gave him a gentle poke to his tummy. The act forced out another burp from Aizawa, the gas bubble going directly into Midnight’s face.
“Sorry if I insulted you, but that’s no way to react,” Midnight said, fixing the strands of her hair that were blown back from the belch.
“It wasn’t UURRP me,” Aizawa belched again, the sly grin on his face telling her that one had been on purpose.
“Yeah, sure. Are you going to tell me this wasn’t you either?”
Before a confused Aizawa, Midnight stood up and turned her backside to him. Pressing into her gut, she let loose a horrid fart that dwarfed her earlier expulsion. The effects were instant, Aizawa’s smile giving way to a coughing fit while Midnight laughed her head off.
“That was awful,” Aizawa said, his eyes watering up at the rancid air. “I only covered that first one because we’re colleagues. You’re taking the blame for this one.”
“Or we could BWOOORRP share it,” Midnight suggested, sitting back down on the couch, undeterred by her leftover gas cloud.
With a bout of laughter unfitting for a woman her age, Midnight plunged her hands into Aizawa’s bloated stomach. The force pushed out one of Aizawa’s own farts to blow away Midnight’s gas and surround them in its smell. Aizawa’s attempts to scold his fellow hero were blocked by an obnoxious pair of gas bubbles bursting forth from his mouth. Re-tasting the strong flavor of the booze coursing through his veins, it took him a moment to realizing what Midnight was doing.
Practically climbing on top of him, Midnight began to fondle his stomach in hopes of pushing out more of his foul air to cover up her own scent. As she continued to poke and prod him, she pressed her chest up against his. Something about her breasts felt heavier than they should have, the fabric containing them looking tighter than normal. While he didn’t want to say it out loud, she had definitely put on some weight. An attempt to inquire about her health was put to side as he felt her hand dive beneath his gut.
While Aizawa couldn’t see what was going on, he could figure it out by the sound of his zipper being undone. Moments later he was treated to the sensation of Midnight sticking her hand into his pants to allow her fingers to grasp his manhood. She began to gently caress his shaft, finding just as much enjoyment from the activity as she did downing her liquor.
Midnight’s fondling of Aizawa’s manhood came to an abrupt end as he grabbed her wrist. She looked up at him, an apologetic look on her face. Rather than scorn her or push her away, Aizawa used the moment to slide his hand along her back to grasp at her butt. Paying little mind to the extra padding he found, he used his grip to bring her in close and keep her still as his own hand slipped past her clothes to reach her nether region. Giving a soft rub to her womanhood, it only took a knowing smile shared between the two of them to move onto the next step.
Midnight shoved her hand beneath Aizawa’s belly to resume fondling him. With both of their hands in place, they took turns rubbing and coercing each other’s genitalia in an effort to pleasure one another. The soft moans that parted from their lips were interspersed by the occasional belch. Pressing their guts closer to one another in an effort to get a better position clouded them with a combined miasma of their own farts that did little to dissuade their actions. As they increased their pace, they found it harder to stay in position as they were pushed further away by each other’s stomachs. Getting closer to their release, they both developed a second chin to go alongside a plethora of added blubber on their bodies that was sure to tremble under their coming releases. Absorbed in their smells and stimulation, it almost felt like their coming orgasms would drain them of every comprehensible thought in their heads.
The sound of Present Mic coming down the hall suddenly broke the two of them from their trance-like states. Quickly pulling away from one another, they fixed their clothes as best they could. Struggling with their suddenly undersized outfits, they managed to look presentable just as Present Mic returned.
“Sorry I took so long,” Present Mic announced, walking into the lounge with a can of soda in hand. “Needed a little something sweet for my tongue.” Just as he put the can to his lips, he noticed Midnight and Aizawa trying their best to avoid looking straight at him. Present Mic took a step forward, only to be repulsed by their lingering gas cloud. “Ugh, that stinks. Did something happen while I was gone?”
“No,” they replied in unison, stopping any further questions by hurrying over to the kegs to refill their cups.
“If you say so,” Present Mic said, taking his spot in a recliner chair far from the couch and his fellow teachers.
“What was that about?” Midnight asked in a hushed whisper to Aizawa.
Aizawa held up his empty cup. “This stuff is stronger than we thought. Must be messing with our brains or something. Deadening our brain cells to coax us into making bad decisions.”
Midnight gave a soft punch to Aizawa’s shoulder. “Come on, do you know how many guys would kill to experience that? Was I really that bad?” she asked with a pout.
“No, no,” he replied, running his hand over the sore spot, unable to recognize the added softness that wasn’t there before. “I’m just saying this liquor might be…um…” Aizawa paused, tapping his finger against his forehead in thought. “What was I talking about again?”
“Who cares?” Midnight replied, handing him another filled cup. “Now come on. The night is still young and we still have plenty of booze to go through.”
“Hey, leave some for me,” Aizawa replied, grabbing several cups of liquor and bringing it over to the table.
Over the course of an hour, the three teachers let themselves unwind with drink and conversation. Present Mic did most of the talking, uninhibited by the same intoxication as his colleagues. That didn’t stop Midnight or Aizawa from speaking up once or twice to either voice their opinion or accidentally let out a belch. Present Mic tried his best to avoid pointing out the rude expulsions, but that became harder as the evening went on.
At some point Midnight and Aizawa lost count of how many drinks they had downed. Their entire faces were red, the bright coloring spread over their plumper cheeks and thickening necks. Trips back and forth to the keg collection revealed tears starting to form in their outfits. While Present Mic was polite enough not to bring up the sudden weight gain, the drunken pair seemed completely oblivious to their worsening states.
Sitting down on the couch with a cup of booze in each hand, Aizawa’s belly plopped out of his shirt to rest between his thighs. A sloppy attempt to cover his gut resulted in a tear in the collar of his shirt growing wider to accommodate his drooping pecs. Mindlessly poking his finger into his developing moobs, he made little effort to stop a belch from erupting from his mouth. The sound made a stupid grin spread across his face, a childish giggle making his body bounce against the seat. Just as he started to calm down again, a fart erupting from his meaty backside helped to tear open the seat of his pants and send him into another fit of laughter.
Watching the intoxicated Aizawa laugh at his own gas expulsions was entertaining at first, but it did make Present Mic worried. Just as he considered pulling away Aizawa’s drink, Midnight snatched it between her plump fingers to claim it as her own. Holding the cup up to her face, she chugged it down with droplets running down her two chins to sink between her growing cleavage. Swiping stray drops of booze from her overburdened top, she absentmindedly massaged her spherical beer belly. A few prods helped to add her own series of burps and farts to the mix, Aizawa too far gone to provide any cover. She didn’t seem to show any concern for her embarrassment, joining in on the laughter even as a belch shook from her throat and her expanded rear wobbled across the couch.
“Are you two feeling alright?” Present Mic asked.
“Never BWOOOOOORRRP better,” Midnight replied, going in for another swig of booze. “Why you UURRP ask?”
“I think the you have had just a little too much to drink.”
Aizawa shut him down with a sputtering fart. “Have not,” he shouted, spit flying from his mouth. “You’re the UUURRP one who said I needed to relax.”
“I know, I know,” Present Mic replied, holding his hand over his nose. “I’m just worried about your health. I didn’t want to say it in front of a lady, but I think the two of you have been letting yourselves go. You look like you’re about to pop right out of your clothes.”
Midnight paused to grope her belly fat. “My costume has been kind of BWOOOORRRP tight.”
“Then it might be a good time to slow down,” Present Mic suggested, getting up from his seat and walking towards the staff fridge. “I’ll get you two some water to help with the weird bloating and then walk you over to your rooms so you can get a nice long-“
A loud ripping noise made Present Mic turn on his heels just in time to see Midnight toss away the raggedy, upper half of her costume. Nothing left to hold them back, her breasts were free to sway about with their heft as she pulled away the rest of her outfit. Tearing off the rest of her clothing allowed her swollen belly the needed breathing room for its bountiful fat. Shimmying the lower part of her outfit past her hips forced out a set of squeaky farts. Kicking the remnants of her panties off her feet, she let out a relieved sigh as she scratched at her pudgy rear with one hand and tossed off her mask with the other.
Another series of ripping noises got Present Mic to turn away from Midnight to catch Aizawa’s discarded scarf and shirt with his face. Pulling away the beer-soaked fabric, he was left to stare at Aizawa’s bare ass as it popped apart the seam of his pants. Freeing the rest of his lower half to the sound of a boisterous fart, Aizawa celebrated his newfound nudity by running his meaty fingers along the coarse, black hair adorning his bulging belly. Moving his hand over to his chest hair, his constant shaking of his sizable man boobs had him erupting with an onslaught of burps. Lazily lifting up his bulging gut, his fingers reaching out to shamelessly scratch at his nether region.
“WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING!?” Present Mic shouted to be heard over the couple’s deafening gas expulsions.
“Getting BWOOOORRP comfortable,” Aizawa replied, jostling around his junk and showing off that his manhood had grown alongside the rest of him.
“I didn’t mean like that!”
“Whatever,” Midnight said, punctuating with a high-pitched fart. “We feel good. Me get more UUUURRP booze and feel more good,” she added, shuffling over to join Aizawa at the kegs.
Watching the two of them fill up another round of drinks, Present Mic ran over to them. “You two have had enough,” he said, trying in vain to yank the cups out of their hands.
“Let BWOOOOOORRRP go,” Midnight said, keeping a firm grip on her precious drink.
“This booze ours,” Aizawa added with a huff and a disgruntled fart.
“I’m telling you that this has to stop before-“
A pair of unruly farts exploding from the disgraced heroes’ rears made Present Mic jerk back. The motion sent the pair of cups flying into the air to land atop of Midnight and Aizawa. Tumbling to the floor, Present Mic watched the booze drip down the pair’s bodies to seep into their fat folds. The sight of the liquor dripping onto the floor rather than their mouths brought a momentary pause to the drunk couple’s inebriation.
After a few seconds of staring at one another’s beer covered bodies, Aizawa and Midnight shared a knowing nod. Pressing their bellies up against each other, they proceeded to work on sucking and licking up every drop of the misplaced liquor. Uncaring of Present Mic’s shocked expression, the two of them tumbled to the ground in their attempt to clean the precious liquor from their flesh.
Shuffling around to do a thorough cleaning job eventually led the two of them pressing their faces into each other’s groins. Between the sounds of rapid licking and forced out gas, Present Mic recoiled as two moans arose from the booze-filled blobs. What had started out as a liquid feast had turned into something more carnal. Midnight still retained enough of her old self to know how to properly work Aizawa’s manhood, running her mouth along the tip before plunging the shaft past her lips. Aizawa’s movements were more erratic, but his random sucking and licking found purchase as evidenced by Midnight’s every increasing moans of pleasure.
Scrambling to his feet, Present Mic tried in vain to separate the two of them. Merely touching the pair was enough to set off a gas bomb of farts that sent him running back to safety. Left coughing up the noxious flatulence, he was powerless to stop them from reaching their eventual release. Midnight was the first to go, Aizawa’s hungry tongue finally meandering its way to her clit. Aizawa soon followed after, rewarding Midnight’s efforts with a mouthful of cum to go alongside her liquor. As the two of them rolled away, the dimwitted looks on their face made it appear as if their ecstasy had dissolved any brain cells left after their deluge of liquor.
As the two of them laid in the floor to bask in their ecstasy and push out any lingering gas, Present Mic made his move. Running over to the unattended kegs, he sifted through them in search of something to explain what was happening to his colleagues. He found his prize hanging from one of the kegs in the form of a sheet of paper from the Beyeesta company. Ripping it off the string, he held it up to his face to read over it as thoroughly as possible.
Splattered across the top of the page in big red letters was a warning to only drink one cup of the engineered liquor per day. Glancing beneath the foreboding words, he began to shudder at the listed side effects of extreme bloating, weight gain, gas problems, loss of intellect, heightened libidos, and swollen genitals. Swiveling his head towards the table, he found it impossible to count up the numerous cups of booze his two colleagues had downed in just a few hours. Present Mic was forced to drop the warning paper as he felt a pair of heavy stomps slowly waddle towards him. Turning around, he came face to face with Midnight and Aizawa, both of them with drool leaking down their chins as they stared down at their miniscule companion.
“Move BWOOOOORRRP small man,” Midnight belched.
Aizawa added to the miasma with a thunderous fart that sent ripples through his fattened from. “Give booze.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you do that,” Present Mic said, getting into battle position. “I don’t want to have to fight you, but I-“
Present Mic found himself flying through the air as the inebriated couple effortlessly pushed him aside with their bellies. Landing face first on the floor, Present scrambled to get back to his feet. Turning back towards the collection of kegs, he found Midnight and Aizawa wrapping their lips on the spouts and turning on the tap full blast. Gulping down gallon after gallon of the tainted liquor, their bodies began to swell up at an alarming rate. Coming back to his senses around the time they emptied out their first kegs, he ran back to the collection just as they put their mouths onto another set of spouts.
Pulling and shoving did little to dissuade Present Mic’s drunken companions from filling their bellies. When his constant poking and prodding became too annoying to the dimwitted pair, they made their displeasure known with an eruption of flatulence. Unable to stand the combined might of their awful odors, Present Mic was forced to stand back and watch them drink their fill.
Hauling a keg up onto his sagging pecs, Aizawa pressed the tap up against his three chins. Shoving the nozzle into his mouth, he chugged the entire thing in a matter of seconds. Shoving aside the emptied out keg and rolling it along the ground, he paused to let out satisfied belch and drag his fingers along the surface of his blimped up butt cheeks. It took a moment for the aftershocks of the burp to fully pass, allowing his watermelon-sized moobs to jostle about like sacks of jelly. Taking a moment to slide his fingers along his belly to retrieve spilled drops of liquor, he set his sights on his next keg to continue his fall into intoxicated indulgence.
Not to be outdone, Midnight heaved a keg above her head and let the liquor pour into her waiting maw. Whatever booze managed to leak from her mouth found itself streaming down her body and passing in-between her heavy, bean bag chair-like breasts. Droplets collected within her various fat folds and belly button, the massive gut rapidly keeping up with Aizawa’s own. Finishing off her keg, she took a moment to lick the spilled booze from around her plump cheeks and laughing like an idiot as a sputtering fart came bursting out of her rear.
Completely destroying the entire stock of kegs, Midnight and Aizawa noticed the multiple layers of misplaced booze clinging to their bodies. Slamming against one another, they let their tongues peruse each other’s bountiful flesh. Gracing each other’s bodies with numerous burps and fart-fueled gas bombs, their dimwitted brains gradually reminded them of their other needs.
Midnight made the first move, pressing her chest up as close as she could to Aizawa’s equally impressive moobs to get at his face. Locking their lips together, they shared a set of rancid belches and sloppy kisses as their fingers groped and squeezed of whatever they could reach. Plummeting to the floor in their passion sent a quake through the entire school. Through their rough groping and the explosion of gas pushed out through their impact, the two of them became ever more aware of each other’s arousal.
Clumsily sliding his lengthened cock along the underside of Midnight’s belly, it took several attempts for Aizawa to find the right hole. Midnight was sure to treat him to a liquor scented belch once his tip bumped up against her womanhood. Without a hint of hesitation, Aizawa slid himself in to the sound of Midnight’s erotic moan. Embracing what he could of her bloated body, he began to gyrate his hips back and forth.
Driven by their risen libidos, they threw out any conscious thoughts in favor of making each other find their much needed release. Letting go of any restraint they had left helped to flood the room with a constant fog of burps and farts from both of their bodies. Present Mic found himself scrambling to find fresh air, his only escape route blocked by the heavy pair as they rolled themselves in front of the door. Nostrils burning and eyes watering, he tried to hold out in hopes the two of them would tire out and he could make his escape.
Present Mic’s despair only grew as he watched the disgraced heroes’ bodies begin to shift. To the rhythm of a particularly deep thrust from Aizawa, their bodies packed on with even more fat than before. Each moan of ecstasy brought with it a new layer of pudge that made them gradually take up more and more of the enclosed space.
As Midnight and Aizawa’s intercourse became more heated, their growth rate skyrocketed. Their bodies crushed the lounge’s chairs and couches with little difficulty, swallowing up the very kegs that had made them into the hedonistic idiots that they were now. Losing more of the floor to the horny idiots forced Present Mic ever closer to the edge. The wave of fat eventually reached him, pinning him against a wall with little chance to make his escape.
While Present Mic watched the last of the visible light get blocked by the pair’s hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of flab, the two of them were reaching their end. Despite growing to a gigantic size, Aizawa was still able to maintain a steady rhythm of thrusting inside of Midnight. Each shake sent a ripple through their massive forms that threatened to break down the walls. Moans from both of them intermixed with a symphony of gas that spouted uncontrollably from both ends. It all culminated in one last shove of Aizawa’s body to send them over the edge.
The cacophony of moans, farts, and burps pierced through the walls of the room and echoed throughout campus. Upon hearing the noise, Nezu quickened his pace towards the source. The mouse-like principal had been drawn out of his room just as he was about to go to bed. Traversing the halls of the school in his pajamas, he kept his ears and nose trained on the scents and sounds that roused him from his slumber.
Turning the corner to the lounge, he was nearly blown back by the odor that seeped out from beneath the door. Keeping his nose pinched between his fingers, he carefully approached. Taking note of the way the walls seemed to bend from something pushing up inside, he made his way to the door and attempted to slide it open. Finding it hard to open the room even an inch, he put all of his strength into a powerful shove.
Nezu was flung back by a wall of flab surging forth from inside of the room. Two different skin tones made up the blob, helping him to identify who it belonged to. The moment of realization was put off by the powerful mix of leftover liquor and gas clinging to the bountiful flesh.
“Is someone there?” Present Mic shouted, his quirk helping him to be heard through the tons of fat.
“Yes, it’s me Nezu,” the principal replied, keeping a tight grip on his nose to avoid passing out. “What happened?”
“Midnight and Eraser Head drank some booze from the Beyeesta company and turned into these things.”
“Is that true? Midnight, Aizawa, can you hear me?”
“Me BWOOOOOOOOOORRRRP sleepy,” Midnight replied.
“No talk, me tired,” Aizawa added, a quick puff of gas from his rear taking away the last bit of strength to keep him from dozing off.
“No, don’t go to sleep. I need you to-“
Nezu found himself drowned out by the heavy snores emanating from the sleeping giants. In a rush to save Present Mic before he ran out of breathable air, Nezu turned around and started running to find Recovery Girl. Fumbling with his phone, he decided to also call up the company responsible for producing the booze in hopes of finding a solution for their slobby, super hero problem.
