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TG STORY - Shonen MILFs - Deku
🕑 Added 2025-03-27 11:00:05 +0000 UTCStory by Warden
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Izuku stepped into the teacher's lounge. Stretching while the rest of the students enjoyed their lunch. Despite how long it had been since Izuku's final battle with All for One and his loss to One for All, it was good to see that things were returning to some semblance of normal. People were going out and doing everything they could. All of his friends were stepping up and helping to repair society.
‘Things are finally looking up and returning to how things were back then.’
Now that he hadn’t been doing hero work for a while, he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. While he still helped people, the scars from it all had left him unsure. Being a teacher and supporting the next generation was enough for him. It sent a warmth through him that he had whenever he had done hero work.
Unknown to Izuku, Michael was sitting at one of the tables. He took a sip of coffee and looked over his tablet. “Alright, let's double-check quick to make sure.”
Izuku looked around, but he could not pinpoint where Michael's voice was coming from. “What kind of job requires you to be invisible? Hakagure, is that you? Is this a joke?”
“Oh don’t mind me, I’m just here on a job to meet you.”
Michael said. “Well, this is going to sound weird to you, but I was paid to turn you into a woman because the contractor for this job finds you getting turned into a woman hot...Understandable.”
Izuku screamed. “Ehhh! W-what do you mean they found me turning into a woman hot! That never happened! I would know if it did happen!”
Still glued to his tablet, Michael idly adjusted some holographic settings with a flick of his wrist. A large screen appeared before Izuku, displaying a disturbingly detailed slideshow of female Deku fanart. “Here’s some trivia! For the longest time, female you had more doujins than most of the actual female characters. Crazy, right?”
Izuku’s jaw practically dislocated, his face glowing like a traffic light. “THAT’S NOT OKAY! Who even makes these things?! Am I—DOES MY MOTHER KNOW ABOUT THIS?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE MULTIVERSE?!”
“Anyway, enough of this dilly-dallying. People need to see the good stuff, and I have a lot more appointments to get through before the day is over.”
“Wait, you can’t just transform me! That's illegal!”
A cold snap went through Izuku as if he were on the receiving end of Todoroki’s ice. In an instant, all of Izuku's body hair disappeared. His body hair below his eyebrows vanished as if someone had taken a razor to it all. New health filled her skin. What scars he had gained from the various battles diminished, leaving smooth, hairless skin.
Michael sighed with a tiredness of someone who’d been through this conversation a thousand times before. He adjusted the holographic display before Izuku with a few casual swipes, “Midoriya, listen. This isn’t the first time you’ve been transformed in the multiverse, and, spoiler alert, it won’t be the last.”
“How could this not be! Why do they want me to be the one to change so much!”
Michael waved him off, clicking his tongue in exasperation. “Kid, relax. You’re the main character. The world revolves around you—it’s all about character growth, plot advancement, yadda yadda. This is just a minor adjustment to keep things spicy during the time skip.”
“Time skip?!” Izuku froze mid-step, his face a mixture of confusion and pure panic. “W-what time skip?! This isn’t a movie!”
“To you maybe. I’ve got a schedule to keep, and you’ve got character development to embrace. You’ll thank me when you’re trending on all the fan forums later.”
Izuku’s body slimmed, losing height as well. What powerful, refined muscles Izuku had disappeared, gaining a layer of soft plushness. With how much smaller he was getting, the sleeves of his shirt now hung a little further down his hands, and the collar of his jacket and shirt draped over his body. In just a few seconds, Izuku’s build had become a diminutive petite frame.
“Ehhh!”
Deku could only marvel at the changes that had overtaken his body and how different his clothes felt. “H-How! I thought your Quirk was invisibility!”
Michael looked closer, like an artist trying to find something in there. “Don’t have a Quirk. All of this is company tech. It’s not that special once you get used to it after some time.”
“How can you say something like this isn’t special?!”
"The commissioner wanted you to start off as a guy in this new timeline. Think of it like... well, let’s say you got hit by a genderbender quirk.” He waved his hand dismissively as if it was the most casual thing. "After the events of the manga, but before the timeskip in the last chapter. That’s key here."
As soon as he said those words, something pressed against the edges of his mind. Memories of his youth rushed forward. All his male classmates shot past him in height at a rate that gnawed at his innards. Every year, they kept getting bigger while he maintained a short stature. It only worsened throughout his years at UA. Thankfully, he wasn’t as small as Mineta. Izuku’s footwear was replaced with stylish black heels, making him look taller.
Izuku stumbled from the sudden change of footwear. ‘Thank Kami, these heels are here. They help make me feel taller despite the joke Mineta and Kaminari make.’
As soon as the thought passed, Izuku’s mind came to a crashing halt. His eyes bulged as if they would shoot out of his sockets. “What was that just now!”
“Just everything working as it should.”
Deku tried to think of what it could be. ‘There has to be some rules or regulations to it. You can’t just do something like this without following some sort of rule! Hatsume and Melissa have told me more about this! No matter how advanced something is, there is more to it! Just like when it comes to Quirks!’
Michael looked back at his clipboard. “Now then to continue on with that, we might as well begin the next step of this and work on your legs.”
As Izuku's legs altered, cracks and pops came from them. Tingling sensations overcame them as if they had fallen asleep. What balance Izuku had regained shattered in mere seconds as he fell onto the floor. His feet curled and twisted again. To Izuku’s horror, he could see his lower legs altering and thinning. Both of his feet ached as they diminished in his shoes. Making them loosen and shift more.
Charlie horses resonated through his calves as if someone were twisting his legs. Izuku prodded them and could feel the muscles in them twist and loosen. More flab filled his legs despite maintaining a trim tone.
‘There has to be more to this. Could it be like New Order? But such a Quirk would have been known. WHOOOOOA!’
All of Izuku's thoughts were thrown out of order as heat, unlike everything he had experienced, assaulted his thighs. Mere seconds after they appeared, they filled with delicious fat and muscle. A subtle but delicious curve became apparent to them. The ends of his pants hung freely now. Charlie horses spread throughout his legs. Making him wince as every muscle in them twisted and contorted. However, when the transformation reached his thighs, they expanded like loaves of bread, which were rising in the oven, crushing his member between them.
Izuku could not help but get a feel for them. To his shock, his fingers went in easier. While some muscle was still in them, there was now more flab. Each squeeze sent a pleasing burst of pleasure through him.
Again, there was another assault on Izuku’s mind. More memories rushed forward.
Of her paying rapt attention to her weight as she stepped on a scale. Watching the needle go higher and higher, making her squeal as it finally settled at a number far higher than she would have liked. “I need to watch what I’m eating! Have to lay off the sweets!”
Mina and Hakagarue came up right behind her and began poking her butt with a cheerful grin. “I don’t see why not. Most guys like big butts! And yours is turning out quite nice. I’m a little jelly of it! Just look at how big and toned it is.”
Izuku cried. “MINA!”
Izuku crushed those thoughts down as much as he could. But even so, they pushed against the confines of his mind. They spilled over with the rest of his memories. Altering them like the rest. ‘How is he doing this? Could it be he has multiple Quirks, and worked with All for One?! But if he did, why reveal himself now? Why not when the war was going on?’
“See, while there might be some momentary discomfort it does not mean there is anything about this. Trust me by the end of this you will be fine with your new body.”
“There’s no way I would be alright, letting you do as you please!” Izuku spat. His mind was a flurry of thoughts. ‘I need to think of a way to make him reveal himself. Then I will be able to try and stop him!'
“You can try, but there's another safety measure of the company I work for. Under normal circumstances, people like you would be far outside of our weight class, but this special field makes it safe for us to work. Even Goku couldn't do anything about this, last I heard. Last thing we need is for employees to get clobbered while working. Then they would have to give us hazard pay on top of it all.”
Izuku tried to stand as his hips broadened. Returning the tightness that his pants had before with a new vengeance. The outline of his privates was visible with how much his pants strained against his curvy frame. And his underwear now dug into his privates and butt as if someone had given him a wedgie.
With how sudden it was, it caused him to wiggle his hips. Another surprised squeal left Izuku’s mouth. Their new girth threw Izuku off, especially as they forced themselves further. Tears formed on the sides of Izuku’s pants. A tingling overcame them, making them stand out more. And he fell onto the ground, unable to support himself.
“Not again.”
Izuku got back up and was thrown off by the sway of his hips. Slowly, he stepped forward. It was impossible to deny their roll, with how even his flat boney butt seemed to sway about.
“There we go. Now, there is a proper gait to you when you walk. It will certainly help bring attention to your thighs and the rest of your body. Especially when we get to work on the rest of your figure.”
Izuku tried to walk closer and switch to a normal gait, but every step became a hungry strut. Causing every little thing about his body to bounce and make him blush. ‘Why can’t I walk normally!’
“Let's continue to build on the rest of your body. We will need to work on that core of yours. A trimmer waist would do much for your figure. And sending a good amount to the rest of your curves is going to help make it stand out all the better.”
Izuku’s previous fitting clothes hung a little more with every lost inch. Each one became more apparent than the last.
The sudden change altered the rest of his figure. Padding formed on the front of his chest, and his thighs swelled more, each looking like it was growing more by the second, adding more to the delicious curves of his legs. Before, his thighs looked enticing, but now they were tantalizing, with a length and tautness to gather attention with ease.
“And now for the finishing touches then we can get to the rest of the changes.”
Izuku’s privates altered, making him shudder. All he could do was spasm as the strength he had in his legs vanished. Every bone, muscle, and nerve in his body became mush. But what stood out the most was the emptiness between his legs, especially with the trails of juices going down it.
Memories of Izuku’s life after her transformation came rushing forward. Her life had been thrown into all sorts of disarray. None of her old clothes had fit her before, and she needed to redo her old wardrobe. Uraraka had been a great help, from getting her new underwear to learning how to bathe, undress, and use tampons. But that compared little to using the women’s bathroom and boys constantly flirting with her.
“Now then we need to make some more changes to go with your history and build. Since you’re a teacher now, we might as well go all in on the sexy teacher approach.”
Michael took a moment to think about it. “Wish the client had given me a little bit more information to work with. Most of the time when it comes to this sort of thing they have more of an inkling they want to go with. Oh well gives me a little freedom to act as I want and put in a little more. Well I guess for now we can work on your clothes.”
All of Izuku’s ill-fitting clothes shifted around her. Her struggling pants merged, while black spread out, becoming a long black form-fitting skirt. The uppermost buttons on her top strained against the increasing bulk of her breasts, which struggled to support her girls. The uppermost buttons flew off, revealing a white dress shirt that fought to keep them on.
What memories Izuku had of her original life were slipping away. The feeling of her breasts struggling for freedom made memories of her increasing boobs rush forward. Momo had been nice enough to make a sports bra to support her chest. ‘Even after all this time, I’m just not used to having breasts. Especially ones this big.’
Michael said, “Now then, why don’t we continue to work on your life and what it was like post-transformation? Keeping you close to the hero career is the way forward since its the most true for you. For now, you can keep your job as a teacher. You showed a good aptitude for that in the epilogue."
For a moment, memories filled her mind of becoming a teacher, doing her best to guide her students to become the best versions of themselves. Just like Aizawa, All Might, and everyone else had done for her when she first began her journey.
During Valentine's Day, she received dozens of confessions and candies from many students and a few other employees, highlighting something else. Even before the day, the transformation had left her with an unstoppable fertility and need. Seeing all of the gifts made her mind go wild. Fantasies ran through her head all day. It was only due to the sheer fact that she was a man that she was able to avoid romance.
No matter the day or the hour or whatever hero training was going on at the time, Izuku Midoriya, known as Deku, stumbled and dropped something while her words would get twisted. Every day, she would perform some clumsy accident that practically screamed a double-entendre. Like when she picked up a fallen pen, she would bend over to pick it up, giving her students an incredible shot of her cavernous cleavage. Or when she dropped her papers and gave her class a fantastic view of her sizeable ripe ass against her tight pencil skirt. And when she lost her train of thought, she would stick a pen or marker in her mouth and suck on it idly, perhaps even moaning slightly in concentration. Only when she realized what she was doing would she turn red and apologize.
One of her students had the most obvious crush on her. Thoughts of back then made her more flustered the more she thought about it. How innocent and cute it had been, and even brought her flowers, but had decided not to do anything and say no since they couldn’t date since she was a teacher and he was a student.
She didn’t think much of him until a couple of people would not take no for an answer. They got a little too handsy and tried to force her to go with them. Before they could, Kenta came and beat them up, getting bruises and a cut in the process. Then Kenta confessed and told her his feelings, but she refused because she was his teacher and how wrong it would be. But he understood and said he would wait for her.
Yet, the entire drive home, she couldn't shake the image of what it would be like to have his babies. She wondered what her curves would be like if they were taken to the next level. How much larger would her already huge breasts be if they were filled with milk. Thoughts of breastfeeding Kenta, as he caressed her bulging belly, made her shift in her seat. 'Oh Kami, I can't believe it's so exhilarating! No, those are fake memories! Not real!'
Just the thought made her fall onto her butt. Both of her legs spread out as if inviting someone to have a go with her, exposing her panties. Yet her teeth chattered as her mind imagined getting ravaged by Kenta. ‘I shouldn’t be feeling like this. I’m a guy! And especially not towards one of my students! Those memories are fake!’
It was then she realized her position and shot up with a shriek. Embarrassment rushed through her. The skirt still hugged the curve of her bum as if Kenta was gripping it in the palm of his hand. ‘Oh god, what if somebody aside from Kenta-kun had seen me like that?’
Then, Izuku noticed the popped buttons on her top and futilely tried to cover them up. “Oh god, what if somebody seems me like this! I don't want to give the students any more ideas!”
But the buttons continued to fight her. No matter how hard she adjusted her top. Even when she moved the rest of the fabric around there to do so, it did nothing to hide the enticing cleavage.
“You know what. Why don’t we stick with the wife angle to make sure the marriage keeps going and you are happy. Really going to help sell it. And with the revelation about the student you have, why don’t we really make that a lucky guy.”
Her ass ballooned further. The roundness of her asscheeks became more apparent. A bit more fat filled them out. A slight droop became apparent with how much more they had grown. With how much it was swelling, it caused her tight jeans to hug her body even more than she already had. Now, it stood out behind her, looking like she had shoved a pair of balloons down her backside.
“There we go. It should be more than enough to keep the client happy. I wonder how your melons would look if we shoved them into your supersuit."
Izuku groaned. Struggling to keep her head on straight. Faint memories of her and her husband in the bedroom, going at it with her in her costume. The cups of her suit were no longer able to support her. What heat was running through her body magnified a hundredfold.
“Now then I think its time we lay on the final part of this. The client did specify they wanted them nice and big to rival Naruko’s set. So we might as well go and put you up in the running as well for one of the great milfs of anime.”
Izuku groaned as her chest expanded. The confines of her shirt did nothing at all to hide them. Instead, the roundness of her chest became more apparent with how they were growing. More cleavage became apparent with every growing second. Each pant she let out became more demanding, more needy. What redness her face had become darker. Even the tips of her ears and the bottom of her neck changed to match. Slowly, they finished growing when they became a massive H-cup to rival her head.
Both orbs stood out on her chest, the cups of her bra propping them up. Were it not for the exposed section, it looked like she had shoved a pair of melons down the front of her shirt. With each deep breath, her melons' slow rise and fall stood out, especially with how the apron rose up and down like the rising tide.
Again, more memories of Kenta filled her mind. Of how far he pushed himself to be the best he could be. Once he had graduated, he still hadn’t given up and asked her out on a date. If he still felt the same after he had graduated and asked, she would consider doing so. To her shock, despite all of the time that passed, Kenta's feelings had only grown with time.
Kenta had proposed this time, and she had no reason to deny him. Their honeymoon together, and how she wore her old hero outfit while they went at it. With how hard they went at it, both of her jugs had forced themselves out of the cups of her attire.
‘It was something else!’
“There we go. Hopefully the client will be happy with this one at the very least and they will be able to enjoy this,” Michael said. “Alright and with that my work here is done. Looks like I will be able to go get some lunch. Maybe some tacos or something.”
Michael left the room in a static-like portal, and the static spread throughout the environment. Gone was Izuna’s place of work. Instead, she was now in her and Kenta’s home. Pictures of her, her friends, family, and Kenta together on various dates and their wedding. Some All Might memorabilia around the room shined like it had just been cleaned.
Izuna let out another groan. Shaking her head. The cloud over her senses disappeared. Everything returned to normal. All of the previous confusion she had was gone in an instant.
“W-what was I doing again?”
Steam shot out from a teapot on a stove.
Izuna rushed to the stove. “Oh, right, I was getting everything ready for tonight!”
All she could think about was what she had to do now to prepare their home. The cleaning she had done today made their house shine. And the smell of the delicious food made her stomach growl.
The front door opened, and her face darkened at the sight of her husband, Kenta.
"Oh honey, welcome home!" Izuna's voice was warm, full of that soft love only a devoted wife could have. Kenta's broad shoulders, muscular frame, and rugged face still had that youthful charm, but now there was a quiet confidence in how he carried himself. A faint blush crept up her cheeks. 'I still don't know when he got so handsome?'
A giggle bubbled up in her throat as she recalled when he was younger, her cute, shy student who had once nervously asked her out, almost like a puppy. Now, he was... well, he was still her adorable, caring husband, but there was a quiet strength about him that made her heart flutter.
'How did he go from that to this?'
But she couldn’t dwell on it too long, especially not with dinner almost ready. She tried to push her feelings aside, but even so, she couldn’t help the goofy grin that spread across her face. As she got the last few things ready, the awkwardness of the words she'd spoken earlier came rushing back to her mind.
"Would you like to have dinner first... or... or a bath... or... me?" Izuna bit her lip, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks again. 'Why does it feel like I’m blushing so much today?'
Her voice was soft, almost like a whisper, and she could hardly believe she’d said it out loud. She felt like a teenager all over again, embarrassed and flustered. Every syllable of the sentence tinged with awkwardness and made her wish she still had the Black Whip Quirk One for All had given her.
Izuna opened her mouth to say something, but Kenta pulled her into his loving embrace. The feeling of his incredible pecs made her mind scatter. What powerful muscles he had further added to the heat running through her.
“I think we would be able to combine those three and make them work. Think the two of us in the shower would be more then enough to keep us clean.”
Saying those words made Izuna’s mind go faint. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Panting heavily. “Kenta-kun. Bedroom.”
“What?”
“Please…fuck me. Ride me and give me your babies!”
