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TG Story - Izuku Milf to be! (FemIzuku TG Comm)
🕑 Added 2022-11-07 20:04:31 +0000 UTCIzuku sighed as he walked down the street, wondering what the new day would bring. There was so much going on for him that it was almost impossible for him to comprehend that so much had happened. When he had attended UA he thought that his time training to be All Might’s Successor wouldn’t be this intense. Fighting villains like Stain, and the League of Villains. He thought that he would be getting through his year just learning how to be a hero rather than fighting for his life. Still, it at least helped him grow and because of it, he had been able to make a big difference already, even if he wasn’t a professional.
Something shone in Izuku’s eyes, momentarily blinding the young boy and making him raise his hand. He looked through a small opening between his fingers to see what the source was. The light was reflecting off of something golden glinting on the ground. The young man blinked and kneeled to pick it up. He recalled what All Might had said so long ago and how he had cleaned up the beach to show that he was worthy of inheriting the power of his teacher. The young man moved, and thankfully it was able to block the bright sun, stopping it from shining into his life.
Now that the light was no longer in his eye, he could see that the item causing it seemed to be a ring. Izuku brushed the dirt off of it, getting every last trace of it off. When he was done cleaning it, the ring was free of every little speck of dirt that it had on it seconds ago.
“Huh? Did somebody drop a ring?” Izuku muttered questioningly as he stared at the ring in confusion. “It looks like a….wedding ring.”
He rolled it around in his hands, getting a feeling for the weight and trying to see if he could find anything that might tell him who it was. Sometimes there were names engraved on the ring, but it didn’t seem like this one had anything to indicate who might have owned it.
Still, he would make sure to give it to the proper authorities. If anyone had put in a report for it then he was sure that they would be able to get it back to them with ease. It was the right thing to do and he was sure that they would love to have it back.
Suddenly the ring moved as if someone else had grabbed it and forced itself onto Izuku’s ring finger. The ring painfully dug into his digit, before it suddenly felt perfect on his hands, almost as if it was made with him in mind.
“What!” Izuku cried as he quickly tried to take the ring off, but the simple golden band wouldn’t budge from his finger at all. It was as if it had been glued in place on his finger. He wrapped his full hand around it, and still, it wouldn’t come off. His heart pounded, knowing that something was off about it.
Suddenly, the ring glowed brightly, blinding him for a moment and stopping his struggle. He grabbed the base of it and tried to pry it off again, but it remained where it was, despite his best efforts.
A heavy sweat came over his body that made him wipe his brow with his other hand as his clothes stuck closer to his frame from a fresh wave of sweat that came over him. Every piece of his body felt like it was on fire as if he was standing naked in front of a hot furnace. His clothes itched and he wanted nothing more than to take every piece of clothing he wore off as if they were crawling with ants.
As the young man tugged and pulled on his clothes, Izuku noticed that something was off about them. His school uniform, which filled him with glee that he was able to wear every day, softened. The jacket that he wore over the nice dress shirt was gone as it seemingly melded into his clothes.
Izuku could only watch as his shirt and jacket changed. The buttons that were on the front of his jacket melded into the fabric as they became little more than liquid that blended into the rest of his attire. The top of his clothes had finished changing into a tight green dress that rugged his primarily masculine figure. He wore a light green thin shirt that was a few shades lighter than his hair. It brightened as the red tire that he wore on his shirt melded into his clothes as well. The fine dress pants that he wore softened, the previous wetness that they had before disappeared. He could feel them wrap around his feet and form into a pair of soft pantyhose that did nothing to hide the muscles that resided in his strong legs.
The wannabe hero squealed as he could feel his boxers morph and form. The legs of them became nothing more as the sides of them formed into a lacey maroon pair of panties that hugged his body and did nothing to hide the outline of his genitals.
Izuku lowered his hand with the ring on it as he rubbed his eyes, trying to recover from the sudden burst of light. He swore that he could see hearts coming from it, but wasn’t sure if that was true or just some sort of hallucination that was being caused by the ring.
The wannabe hero stumbled as his sense of balance was suddenly thrown off balance as if the ground had shifted underneath him. The young man looked down and was shocked to find his sneakers were hardening around his feet and formed into a pair of red heels that made him look taller than he was. It got harder to maintain his balance despite the years of training that he had and unwillingly took a step forward. He shuddered again as he tried to remain standing so that he wouldn’t just fall over and could feel the bottom of his feet tremble. While he had done exercises to try and keep himself from falling over, the struggle that he was going through to try and stay upright only got harder, as if he was being raised.
As he recovered, Izuku’s skin cleaned up, losing all the scars and body hair it had. All of the imperfections on his body like his scars which were disappearing. The hair on his body thinned, almost as if it was retreating into his body. It continued to get thinner until all of the hair that was below his eyebrows to his toes lost them, even the most private of places like his crotch and bum lost the hair on them as well. Soon his entire body was left without a trace of body hair or rough skin.
The green-haired boy paid rapt attention to how his clothes felt, wondering if this was the end of it. He held his breath, praying that this was the end. It didn’t feel like his clothes were going to go through any more changes, but he wouldn’t be surprised if there was one more surprise that was ready to come out and just needed a moment to try and find itself.
“Geh…What the-?! The ring-my clothes? I feel weaker…s-softer! W-What is happening!” Izuku cried as he took in the current state of his attire. “G-Get a hold of yourself. This is probably some sort of trick or illusion!”
His face flushed and he prayed that none of his friends were nearby to see him in his current predicament. He knew that a few of them like Bakugo and Mineta would have gotten a laugh at his current state of dress, while others would have been flustered.
Another burst of heat came over Izuku that made his face light up and the sweat on his body worsened. He shuddered, the clothes sticking a little tighter to his frame again as he struggled to keep himself under control. A low groan came from him, as it only got worse. He greedily drank the saliva in his mouth, as if he had been crawling through a desert without anything to drink for a while.
The powerful heat that assaulted his mind made him waver as stray memories came rushing forward as he aged. The years piled on his body all at once. It was as if he was leaving the awkwardness of youth behind him in one quick and sudden move. Some crow's feet appeared at the end of his eyes, but even then that did nothing to detract from the natural beauty that he was gaining now. It was nothing compared to how his mind felt like it was being thrown into the oven as someone molded it as if it was a lump of bread to be played with. Stray memories came rushing forward that twisted his mind further and made him question the validity of his life and his memories.
Instead of being his mother’s son, Izuku was instead her sibling. Memories of the two of them growing up together and being inseparable when they were younger, but there was a key difference between the two of them, that unlike, Inko, Izuku was Quirkless. Still, it did nothing to stop her from living the best life that she possibly could.
A sudden punch to the gut feeling erupted from his mid-section that made his eyes water and he gulped as he struggled to regain his focus. He breathed as he worked to regain some vein semblance of self-control that he had. A gurgle came from his stomach that made him let out a low moan. The battle that raged in his mind continued and there was nothing that could be done as it only worsened.
After a second to recover, Izuku noticed that his fingers went into his stomach easier than they should have. The transitioning pressed down on his gut again and flinched at the surprising softness that wasn’t there before. He poked where one of his abs should have been and his finger was able to force it down like jello. The strong-toned core that he had developed continued to soften. The muscles that he had flattened against his body, making him wince.
“Ahh!” Izuku cried again at the great change that was happening to his lower body. It only finished when he was left with a thin stomach that someone would have been able to eat off of without any issue in the slightest.
Izuku didn’t have long to comprehend the change that was happening to his body as his midsection slimmed down as if he was a can of soda that someone was crushing in their hands. He ran his hands down the sides of his body and flinched at the change to his figure that only became more noticeable with every passing second. By the time it was over, there was a noticeable flare to his small boring hips and his upper body, giving the faint appearance of an hourglass figure.
Again new memories assaulted his mind as the arousal that was coursing through his body intensified. He remembered new times that he had spent hanging out with his sister and Mitsuki and the fun they would have. How the rough blonde would playfully flirt and push him and Inko to try new things together.
The wannabe hero could hardly comprehend the memory as the transformation of his body continued. Izuku’s mind felt like it was being drowned by the power as the sexual assault on his body worsened. It made him want to heave as if he needed to vomit something out.
Yet there was a small part of Izuku that was pleased by the transformation’s progress. He couldn’t help but find some solace in it all. He rubbed his skin enjoying the small little buds of pleasure that kept erupting from his body, marveling at the pleasant softness it had now. The transition of his waistline came to an end when he had a small trimmed waist that no man, let alone a boy could ever have.
The young man groaned as his arms slimmed down, the muscles that he had gained getting smaller. They became softer and gentler, losing the hardness he had gained from all of his year's training with All Might and his friends. The small part of him that could register the changes there couldn’t help but moan. The lust in his mind continued and made him think that someone was gently massaging and caressing his altering limbs which made him want to wrap his arms around someone in front of him and hold them as tightly as they could. His mind broke through the heat-induced haze and noticed his transformed arms were now slim, and slender, losing any sense of the masculinity that they had before in favor of a new womanly appearance.
Izuku knew that he should be panicked with how far he had come as he panted like a bitch in heat. With how enraptured by arousal he was, Izuku couldn’t bring himself to react properly to the alterations that his form was going through as the assault on his mind continued. Yet something was soothing about the transformation.
Again though there was a part that felt radically different about the whole situation. The same calm, almost gleeful feeling that came from them only increased the more he examined his altered body. The softness there sent a bolt through him that he hadn’t expected, and couldn’t brace himself for even if he had been fully prepared for it.
Izuku looked at his nails and noticed the new refinement that they had now. It reminded him of Momo or Mina’s digits, how much longer, nicer looking as if one of the girls in his class had cleaned them up and made sure to clean them up after a fight. He wiggled his fingers as if he was making sure that they were still his, despite the changes that had happened to them.
The young man could vaguely recall going out to the salon the other day and talking with some of the girls there, but he couldn’t place any of the faces there. Everything about it was fuzzy. The only thing that he knew for sure was that Inko and Mitsuki were there as well.
The green-haired boy squeezed his smaller, plusher bicep and blinked. He frowned at the lack of strong tone there, but vaguely remembered him squeezing someone else’s arm that had far greater and welcoming power underneath it.
He licked his lips, the image of a man faintly forming in his head. Memories came forth that he wanted to say didn’t happen, but had full memory of the experience that it had been like.
As Izuku focused on the mysterious figure, his strong legs altered next. He struggled to remain standing as his feet got smaller, his toes letting out small cracks as they morphed into small womanly feet. The transition reached his calves and another groan came from him, as lewd memories of his legs being caressed by the male figure in his mind. He groaned as they got smaller, the stockings showing them getting smaller, softening until they were thin calves with a gentle jiggle to them.
The transformation reached Izuku’s thighs and they rapidly ballooned in size. The tightness of his new stockings only worsened as his thighs got larger, softly caressing his member and balls. His dick hardened against the panties he wore and would have made a noticeable lump were it not for the dress that managed to keep it hidden. He brought his hands down on them and flinched from the new enhanced bolts of pleasure that came from them. His hands moved as if they had gained minds of their own. They squeezed and playfully caressed, each digit taking its sweet time as it played with the fat on his growing thighs as if they were dough in the oven. They spilled between his fingers that only filled the feminine boy with more erotic glee.
Izuku’s genitalia was already harder than steel and yet somehow managed to get even harder as the fantasies continued to assault his mind. Romantic nights spent together with a lover came rushing forward, a variety of scenarios that left him chomping at the bits for more, like a show that ended on a cliffhanger. The one that stood out the most to the effeminate boy was after his wedding to the best man in the world.
The green-haired boy shuddered as his hair trailed down the back of his neck. He blinked as strands of his hair entered his vision, making him grab them. He gently tugged on them, not sure what he should expect, and then winced as a slight bout of pain went through him.
“Is this my hair?” Izuku questioned, staring at the lengthening green bits of hair that only continued to grow longer. It brushed against his body, adding to the reason that he shivered. He had never let his hair grow this long and the way that it was going over his ears gave him the faint thought of someone gently breathing on his ear. He gulped at the thought of someone looming over his shoulder, holding him, as they played with his body, and then shook his head at the thought.
The young man looked around, trying to find any suspicious figures that might tell him that they were the ones that might have caused this, but people were passing him by. He bit his lips, trying to think of how they might have been able to do this with their Quirk. There had to be some secret or something that allowed them to mess with him like this.
On a second look around for the perpetrator, Izuku noticed something off about the people around him. He knew that with how he was reacting someone should have turned to look at him, and muttered in shock or something, and yet they were as calm and as collected as possible. It was almost as if they weren’t noticing the transformation that was happening to him at all.
Despite all that had happened to him Izuku was faintly aware of how far he had changed and what little remained of his old self before the transformation was over. He didn't know what to expect from the changes, only that they would be intense if everything else that had happened to him was an indication. Still despite his eyes seeing everything he was finding it harder to believe that they were happening. It seemed like a fantasy with how the memories of the lives were conflicting with the others.
The young man began panting and with every pant more of his voice sounded off as his chest felt hot. His nipples perked underneath the new shirt and bra that he wore now. He winced in momentary discomfort as he forced himself to look down, wary of what would happen to him next. The full extent of the powers was finally starting to overwhelm him.
Izuku gasped as his pecs suddenly pushed out at an insane rate. They quickly formed into a pair of small but noticeable breasts. The fat behind them quickly grew larger, forcing the transitioning boy to adjust his stance, lest he topple over because of them. His arms were pushed further out as the changes happened, earning a small mewl from him. The poor boy unconsciously rubbed the expanding bust. Bolts of pleasure went through his body that excited him even further and demanded attention. His breathing picked up as his eyes wandered. An aroused whimper came from him at the sight of large fair creamy cleavage that completely blocked the sight of his lower body.
Through the fiery heat that coursed through Izuku’s body, he couldn’t help but marvel at the immense jugs that she was supporting now and was a little grateful no one he knew was here. He knew that if Mineta or Denki saw these breasts, the two of them would have gone crazy and burned them into their memory.
His loins burned for attention and he was almost half tempted to give in to the need that he felt down there. He pulled at the collar of his shirt and blinked at the soft lump that he felt on his chest, which also began crying for attention as well. Izuku hesitantly looked down and jumped, making the sizable tits jump.
Izuku brought his arms over them and tried to mush them down as if they were dough rising, but the mass behind his breasts only continued to expand and grow to his horror. The changing boy squealed at a sexual assault unlike any that he had ever experienced before. Izuku’s body quivered as he could feel everything tingle, his manhood rose at attention and the new stockings only served to arouse him further. His face darkened further, not sure what to make of the fabric that was rubbing against his lower body. The immense rack’s growth slowed as they finished growing into an immense I-cup that rivaled the size of basketballs.
The young man didn’t have a lot of time to examine what his body was becoming, as a rumble from his lower body made him squeal. His breathing picked up as suddenly his underwear started to get tighter on his lower body.
“Eep! M-My butt! S-so exposed, so plump…so welcoming…,” Izuku trailed off. He wiggled his booty, savoring the extra jiggle that came from his bloated posterior. His mind focused intently on what was happening to his lower frame. The way that his new panties were gently pressing against his new plush thighs and buttocks.
Her butt was so large from what it had been that it would be impossible for him not to notice every little bounce that was coming from his butt. It didn’t help the way that his new stockings were rubbing his lower body, fueling the growing lust in his mind as if someone was gently tracing his buttocks. The new stockings and straps only brought more attention to his lower figure and how large it had become. The straps of his stockings tightened on his lower frame as her buttocks swelled and the green-haired man could only lavish in delight at how her big butt could have been used as a pillow.
“N-No,” Izuku stammered, struggling to fight the comforting embrace of it all. Yet he couldn’t help but relax and mentally fall into it, allowing it to take over and overwhelm him. A delighted hum came from him.
The young man felt a strong sudden pull on his lower body that made him recoil as if someone had punched his most private part. He whimpered again and despite all that had happened he traced his anatomy and winced. His thighs trembled and his breathing picked up he placed his hand on his erect wood and grimaced as he could feel his fifth limb get smaller and retreat into his body.
With a loud wet slurp, the top of his dick entered his body, causing an opening to form down there that made Izuku’s body go lax. The transitioning new woman came back to her senses when her balls entered the new opening between her legs. She slowly reached down, her fingers feeling where her dick and balls should have been, and felt nothing like that there. All that was there were a pair of new moist lips that were eager for attention to be used.
For a singular moment, Izuku trembled at her touch. She sucked on her lips as if she was tasting a sour lemon. Despite merely gracing it ever so slightly, her body demanded that she continue to reach down there and play with herself.
The new memories overwhelmed what remained of her original ones, as the power fully converted her mind, giving her a new name and finalizing her past as an author. She breathed out and touched her head, swaying from side to side as her new past came at her like a freight train. Her intelligence and analytical abilities shifted as they changed from Quirks to figuring out the best way to generate romantic interactions in a story. She could recall all the techniques and ideas that she had put into play for the stories that she read as she went around the city.
Again her history shifted more, as her drive to become a hero had been replaced with a new occupation that she followed intensely. Ever since she had been young she had loved writing and reading. Taking notes of everything that she had loved in stories and how they worked and applied them to her stories. She had paid expert attention to the written word and it had resulted in her becoming an accomplished romance author, with her first big hit being that of a Quirkless girl being rescued by a strong strapping hero and their misadventures.
The green-haired woman tried to make sense of all the emotions and memories hitting. Her face burned along with her loins as she remembered the intense passion that was shared between her and her husband, making her gulp and gently bring her thighs together. The recent bout of arousal only further added to the unstoppable lust that went through and further cemented her new mentality and memories as if they were branded over what remained.
“Excuse me? Can I ask you a question?” A tall skinny man questioned with glasses and short shaggy blonde hair. He was dressed nicely in a button-down shirt and fine pants.
“Ara ar-ah! My apologies! I-I didn’t see you there,” Izuku stammered as she tried to regain the control that she had over herself.
“Have you seen a ring around here?” He questioned.
“Hmmm,” Izuki frowned as she tried to think if she had seen something like that around here. She looked down at her hand and a smile formed. “I can’t recall. The only ring that I have seen is the one that my hubby has given me.”
“You mean the ring that I gave you, Izuki?”
The green-haired woman blinked in shock for a moment before her composure settled. The memories that she had of her husband immediately became clear. She looked at the ring again, her mind going through a buzz as she stared at it.
“I can hardly believe that we’re married. Why does that sound wrong?” Izuki muttered. There was a part of her that was nothing short of joyous and gleeful to be with her and there was a small part of her that unnerved for some strange reason.
“Yeah, I still can't believe it either. And it has been more than a year already," her husband replied. “It must be the suddenness of it all, but don’t worry it will.”
“Oh, it’s nothing. S-Sometimes I just mumble to myself. We should get going, honey!” Izuki stated. She wrapped her arms in his and her smile brightened as the unease that she felt dissipated.
“Alright then we better get moving if we want to get to our reservation on time,” her beloved stated, and Izuki quickly remembered that they were supposed to head out for their anniversary.
The new husband and wife began walking down the street, away from UA Academy, passing by a happy brown-haired girl in the UA student uniform.
She wondered if that girl had a special someone in her life and what they were like. She was cute and had a nice figure. The older woman let her mind run wild as she imagined a romance between two upcoming heroes. Oh, she could already imagine the romance, and the scenes involved. There was a little more action than she usually did, and some truth to it, but she was sure that she would have a smash hit on her hands with her newest piece!
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Story by the magnificent Warden
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