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Iida Goes Goth
🕑 Added 2020-09-12 06:35:30 +0000 UTC
"I would like to remind you that smoking on school grounds is against the rules. You should stop that behavior." Iida never understood why the school seemed to let this senior get away with so much, the usually well regimented and organized staff treating her corner of the school like it belonged to her. When he asked why, Aizawa just brushed it off casually remarking her quirk was a pain in the ass for everyone else besides him. He also said to leave her alone, but it just didn't sit well with Iida to ignore someone so separated from the rest of school. His brother wouldn't have let this slide and so he ventured an approach.
"Ah great a fucking boy scout. Did Mirio send ya? You look like a goody two shoes like him. Can you phase through my smoke too?" Iida just scratched his head, confused.
"Erm, no I don't actually know him that's more Deku. And why would I need to phase through- KFF KFF!" Something lit up in her expression when she saw his confusion, taking a nice long drag from her cigarette before breathing a cloud of smoke his direction. It stung, Iida's running quirk meaning he had never approached any sort of smokes to keep his lungs strong, but it was surprisingly aromatic, half the stinging from the strength of the spices. His coughs sounded weird the more he breathed in, still deep enough but gaining a raspy sultriness, his throat burning as it slimmed down, absent a bulge.
Smoke pooled and collected on the tips of his eyelashes, turning to heavy makeup, his glasses fogging up as his head swam in the haze. She watched as he gripped his head grunting as his glasses pressed against his eyes, lenses cracking as they warped to contacts, his shrinking ears and nose letting the sides and middle slough off, the gray rims turning smokier as his eyes were framed with heavy makeup. Finally he coughed up the last of the smoke, tongue abuzz in the nicotine flavor, his heart pumping and strangely enough, he felt aroused, the girl whistling at the lump.
"Damn, Scout's packing some major firepower, shame you'd be too much of a pussy to use it." Iida was normally calm and collected, but her tone and the smoke she kept breathing purposefully into his face was setting him off, a strange desire to cure her out swelling that he quickly snuffed out, knowing his brother wouldn't approve.
"Y-You should stop this at once! A senpai shouldn't be leading such a bad exam-" He was hushed by one of her cigarettes, the end shoved in coated in her lipstick as it turned his lips plump and glossy.
"Aww I think I'm a better example than the lame-o's you're following. I'll teach ya to loosen up, to have some fun." Before Iida could spit the offending stick out her crossbones lighter had lit it, one hand squeezing his nose as he couldn't help but breathe in an unfiltered dose of her smoke.
From his quirk, Iida had nice strong lungs which turned against him, dragging in a corruptive cloud of smog that sent that almost pleasant buzz from earlier into a narcotic kind of pleasure, his eyelids drooping with eye shadow as he moaned, the cigarette lightly clenched in his teeth as if he'd been smoking them for years. The fire was spreading throughout his body, sweat pooling from every orifice as he tried to breathe out the irresponsible substance, more than just smoke coming out his lips as his frame deflated like a torn balloon. Muscle melted, vaporized, mingling with the smoke as all that hard work and effort blew away with the wind. He had to spit this thing out, yet his body craved it, realizing something was wrong and not caring.
"N-No my brother-"
"Is some nerd who wants you to be just like him, boring. Come on, isn't this fun?" She was rubbing at the lump in his pants, balls receding as she watched his face crumble, looking sexy as hell as his lips trembled. Iida tugged feebly at the cigarette, watching his hands shrink with every tug, the nails painted the same color as his lipstick, the color hypnotizing.
He felt a sharp shove down below, squealing in ecstasy as he took a nice, long drag from her smokes. He could feel it building in his lungs, siphoning out into succulent fat as he came, the buttons of his uniform popping off against his growing bosom, each second held increasing the cup size and pleasure. Long nails tapped at the shrinking stick, the embers catching on his clothes in a controlled burn, his new mentor groping him through the burning fabric to shape her comely little kouhai, letting his midriff show as she smushed it into the right shape, giving his shrinking cock a light peck as her lipstick corrupted his tighty-whities into purple silk panties.
Iida's mind was a mess, his brother's lessons all coming off as annoying now, holier than thou, like he was better than... her?
"Ahhh f-fuuuuck yesss~!" Something slid inside, penetrating her, making Izora pant with unrestrained lust as she groped herself, inhibitions lost and forgotten as she felt her panties lie snug against her dripping pussy, the starched collar of her uniform separating into a spiked collar, her socks rising up to grope her sputtering engines, choked with grime, pressing in to make her legs even shapelier as she slipped a manicured finger up her new slit.
"Whoa whoa whoa kouhai, not on school grounds. Lets do that at your place." Izora's seemed confused as she spat out her used up cigarette, taking another one and lighting up in her black burnt, gothy glory, for some reason worried over rules.
"But isn't it, like school and shit right now?"
"Yeah... and?"
Izora smiled, too horny to care about rules.
"You're right that's lame. Fuck school. Lets have some fucking fun!"
