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[Draft] Icey Hot to Snowstorm (Anastasia TG Comm)
🕑 Added 2020-11-25 23:00:02 +0000 UTCShoto Todoroki sighed as walked past the scenery. It was hard to believe he was now a third-year at UA. He wondered where all the time had gone and how so much could happen in such a little time. The fight with the League of Villains, All Might retiring, his father now becoming the number one hero. Now that he thought over it some more he wondered if there was class was cursed. At the very least it would explain why everything seemed to get worse and more insane.
He thought over his life and how it had changed so much from when he first started the Academy to now. He had made so many good memories with his friends and they had changed his life so much from when he first began. The fire and ice Quirk user still remembered how Izuku forced him to use his fire during their match during their first year.
It had been easier to fall upon his fire powers now. The regret he would feel about using it and the fact he seemingly would be following his father's wishes. It had helped his friends and himself from many situations over the years and looking back on them he wasn’t sure he would have been able to get out of them if he only used his ice powers.
Even so, he still felt as if he was disrespecting his mother by the fact he was using it. Despite all the time that had passed, he still couldn’t quite get over his issues with his father and his fire powers. There was this feeling gnawing at the back of his head that made him feel terrible about using left side. There was a part of him that wished he was strong enough to only use his ice powers.
The fact he was the number one hero was something that still galled him slightly after everything he had put him and the rest of his family through. Despite all the attempts his father Endeavor had made to try and be better, he still couldn’t bring himself to open up to the man. All the things he had done over the years in order to achieve his dream and all the pain he put them through. Now that he finally achieved what he wanted, he was willing to be nice.
It made him scoff. Even though he had been the number one here for some time and his attitude seemed to have improved he wondered if it would last. What if some hero came along and became the new number one hero. Would he revert to his old habits and push him to surpass them, or would he be as he was now. It made it hard for him to approach or even listen to his words. They all felt hollow to him and he couldn't just forget the years he had to put up with Endeavor’s schemes, and training so that one day that man felt like he had surpassed All Might.
Shoto blinked when he saw a woman in the crowd that caught his attention. They were an alluring woman with long silvery-white hair that went down her back. She had bright red eyes that looked like they could have been ruby’s. She wore a black witch hat on her head. There was a strap in between her breasts of dark black dress that reminded Todoroki of a corset. Two brown belts with silver buckles were around her waist. She wore the bottom half of a dress that had large slits on the side, revealing her tantalizing thighs to the world. She wore stockings on her legs along with black stilettos that made her seem taller.
The most noticeable thing about her was her huge bustline. Shoto had seen large breasts before, especially in skimpy outfits like Midnight’s and Mt Lady’s. The melons on her chest were easily the largest he had ever seen in his life. Each one of her boobs looked like they could rival if not exceeded her head when it came to size. He was grateful that Mineta wasn’t here. He had no doubt that he would have fallen for whatever scheme or trick she had in mind.
He tried to think about all the heroes and villains that he knew about and if any of them were like her. There was no way a normal citizen would go out dress like that, it would draw too much attention. If they were a villain then they surely wouldn’t have gotten attention. He wished he had Midoriya’s knowledge of everything related to heroes and villain’s right now. It would have made his life a little easier.
The woman looked over the crowd and her eyes landed on him. She walked toward him, her steps filled with purpose. She stopped in front of him, and the witch-themed woman said in a heavily accented seductive voice. “Excuse me young man.”
Shoto narrowed his eyes. From the way they spoke alone, he could say for certain that they weren’t around here, and their physical features as well. The woman looked European maybe Russian. The way her eyes were along with her facial features reminded of the American student Pony from class 1-B. He couldn’t say for sure where it was from, but he was willing to say from the way she spoke that she might be Russian.
“Can I help you?” Shoto asked warily.
“I was wondering if we could talk in private? I have an offer I would like to give you,” the witch girl said.
“This is a special one time offer that I don’t think you would want to miss out on,” the woman said.
Shoto stared a the woman, the way she looked at him was one who had a clear goal in mind. There wasn’t anything malevolent, but there was something she wanted from him. If a fight were to break out here, then it would be best if it was out of the public eye. He could easily send out a call for help, but sending out a massive wave of fire into the sky or a cone of cold.
“Depends on what you want to talk about,” Shoto said.
“This kind of offer would be best to have elsewhere. Last thing we want is to many prying ears saying what we have in mind,” the witch said.
“Fine,” Todoroki said.
The two looked for an open space out of the public eye and went down an alleyway. They didn’t go too far in it. They were just out of the public eye, but if something were to happen he had means of getting away or signalling for help.
“Now what do you want,” Shoto said.
“I know who you are and your Quirk. What if I were to tell you that I could alter it for you. I know about you and your father, and how you two don’t seem close. My offer is that I would be willing it to change it in return for
“Alter it?” Todoroki said.
“Yes… my Quirk allows me to do a variety of things, one of which is alter a Quirk and how it functions or even take it. I’ll take the fire half of your powers off your hands, and in return, I’ll boost your ice powers to such a level that you won’t need your flame powers. You would be able to make your ice powers so powerful that you would be able to make ice so cold that it burns people,” the witch said.
Shoto narrowed his eyes at the woman. It sounded too good to be true, and if it did, that meant it was, and there had to be a catch. There had been ways to completely destroy a Quirk, something Mirio had gone through. As far as he knew there was no way to modify a Quirk to such a degree. Then again, no one had heard about a Quirk destroying drug until recently. Perhaps some organizations had pushed the destruction of quirks to the next level and experimented and so they modify Quirks.
“And what would I have to do in order for you to do so?” Shoto asked with narrowed eyes.
“All you have to do is shake my hand,” the witch said, and he held his hand out for him to shake. “You don’t have to go anywhere different. Need to take some drug, or pill. Just shake my hand and your life will be changed forever.
The young man stared at the limb as if it was a cheap prank. It had to be a bluff. There was no way that her Quirk has the kind of powers she was saying. From what he had seen, her Quirk worked in a variety of ways, but he doubted it would have the kind of effect she was talking about on a person. It might affect how he fights, but he doubted it would cause him to suddenly lose his Quirk.
Shoto stared at the open hand trying to see if he could find some hidden secret sign or something off about it to say no. The woman still had the same peaceful disarming smile, as if the two of them were friends about to make a deal rather than two strangers. It annoyed him and made him think that she wasn’t taking him seriously, but also worked in his favor if this was a trap. There was always a possibility it was a trap.
The same part of him that was angry about everything that man had done in order to surpass All Might came back. Wouldn’t getting rid of the part of his power that came from his father be the ultimate form of spite? Wouldn’t it be great to no longer be compared to that man when it comes to using the fire half of his Quirk? To finally be free of the stain on his being what his father wanted and having to work harder.
Shoto grimaced at his own train of thought. He didn’t think it would still affect him to this level after all the thought he had gone through with his friends helping him. He looked at his right arm and imagined it engulfed in flames. It had saved his friends and done good, something he had never thought it could do before he joined UA.
Even so, despite all the evidence his brain had told him, the angry bitter voice in his hair didn’t cease. All the good his flames had done over the years still couldn’t overcome the bitterness he felt for his father. Even now when he looked back he couldn’t help but hate how he was forced to develop the other half of his powers.
He wondered what his life would have been like if he had never developed the flamming powers of his father and only had the ice side of his mother. What his life would be like if he didn’t have the expectations that his father and others had of him because of what his Quirk could do. Would he have had the same freedom as his siblings, who were able to pursue their own passions and desires without issues? Would he have more siblings because of his father trying to get another that had both of their abilities. Would he never have to follow any of the demands that man had for him?
The more he thought about it, the more pleasing it was to hear. He could have been a hero on his own standing rather than one who was seen as the son of Enji Todoroki. To only have the ability to use his ice powers. Not to mention what he would be like as a person. He wouldn’t have the anger and bitterness that he had inside of him.
His friends might tell him not to do it, that it was a lie and even if it was true they should take a risk. There was a possibility that she was a It was his power not his father’s, and he could use it to do so much good and had done more with it. No matter how much good his friends and teachers say he could do this was his decision.
He grabbed the woman’s hand and was surprised by how rough it was as he stared at her intently. Nothing seemed to happen, but the smile on the woman’s face grew, making him frown and wonder what she was about to do. Still, if she tried something then he could have used his ice powers to freeze her in place, or hit her.
Suddenly, Todoroki’s arm lit up as fire appeared on his side, making his eyes widen in shock. He tried to turn it off, but it refused to obey his will. He looked at the witch, who didn’t seem at all fazed by the fact that his arm was on fire, not even wincing slightly in pain. The flame of fire grew and suddenly started getting smaller. It crawled down his arm almost as if it was a living animal. The young man watched in awe as it did, not sure how to feel. He was amazed, horrified, and awed by it. The moment it was fully over her arm the fire broke and disappeared.
The witch pulled her hand out of his with ease as Todoroki tried to call upon his fire powers, but not even a small member had formed at the tips of his fingers. He looked at his other arm and called upon his ice powers with ease. A cold ice ball formed over his arms with the same ease as always. A ball of mixed feelings that he couldn’t identify in his stomach that settled there like a led weight.
He could already imagine his friends and teacher’s reactions when they found out what he had done. The first thing they would probably feel was anger at what had happened to him. He had no doubt they were going to be disappointed when he fully explained things to them. Still he would tell them everything he could about the witch, at least so she could be investigated. Something like this was something they would want to know immediately and find out more about her.
He looked back at the witch, wondering what he thought about all of this. The grin on her face broadened as she giggled in glee. The young man narrowed his eyes at her, at how happy she was. Now he was waiting for the catch or something to happen now that she got what she wanted from him.
“And there were go, I have kept my end of the deal,” the witch said and raised her hand. A ball of fire appeared in the palm of her hand before she closed it. She then raised her hand and small balls of fire appeared at the ends of her fingers like matches lit.
Suddenly Shoto’s body started to ache and burn as if Endeavor was training him all over again. He gasped as his head pounded like hebhad taken a strong punch from Izuku. He held his chest and stumbled back. He breathed deeply in and out as if he had just ran a marathon. He had to be suffering some sort of reaction from her powers.
The young man hissed in pain as his body started to hurt more, almost as if he was being crushed in. The whole world started to look larger to him. He gulped and tried to focus on what was happening to him, but it was getting increasingly difficult the larger it got. His clothes felt off on his body and he looked at them. He watched intently the sleeve of his shirt. After a moment of examination he realized that his clothes were not growing larger, he was getting smaller.
“W-What?” Shoto demanded. “What did you do?”
“Well I took your fireside after all and boosted your ice side like I said I would,” the witch shrugged. “Your body just needs a minute to adjust to the changes.”
The young man mentally berated himself, he should have known something like this would have side effects or she would pull something on him. He couldn't believe he acted so hastily and listened to what she had been saying. Now he was paying the pierce and not only lost the fire part of his abilities but also suffering from what she had done.
The white part of Shoto’s hair started to grow larger as if white-out removed had fallen on his dark red hair. The white in his changing hair color continued to push out against the red in his hair, consuming subverting it, until his hair was completely snow white.
The moment his har had finished changing color it started to grow longer. It billowed down his back like running water. He flinched as it traveled down his body, as if it was a hoard of spiders that were crawling down his body. He grabbed on the locks and pulled at them, as if doing so would cause it to return to nirmal. The young man winced in pain and pulled harder as they continued to grow, but they remained. He let go of his hair as it finished growing it reached his lower back, brushing against his butt.
“W-What?” Todoroki gasped, not sure what to make of his longer hair. He had never let his hair grow this long in his life and was surprised by the weight behind it.
The white haired young man’s right eye burned as if he had gotten soap into it. He rubbed it and the irritation in it intensified. He had been hit harder then this before and yet for some reason this was worse. The young man tried to force his eye open, but it would quiver and fight him When it finally stopped he let out a breath.
“Now your eyes perfectly match,” the witch said, she summoned a small piece of ice in her hand and showed it into the young man as if it was a mirror.
Todoroki blinked as he stared at his changed reflection. If it wasn’t for the eye color then he would have looked like a young male version of his mother. The hair was a big shock for him and if he hadn’t felt it already he would have wondered if it was truly him he was seeing.
As if responding to the thought his face started to ache. His cheekbones and jaw started to move. A faint popping noise filled his ears as if something was being pulled into new slots. He grabbed his jaw and jumped at feeling the bone inside move.
“Ahhhh,” Todoroki moaned as his face finished changing.
Suddenly, his face felt as if jelly had gotten on it. He rubbed his face as if he was trying to wipe it off. As he did his thin lips felt wrong and prodded them nervously, feeling a little more cushion there then he did before. He puckered his lips as if he had applied chap stick to them and let out a small pop. The young man’s lips plumped up in size becoming plump kissable lips that would fill men's fantasies with sexual and romantic thoughts.
His nose felt as if someone was roughly pinching it on both sides. It gave into whatever power was being used on it and got smaller. It finished shrinking when he was left with a smaller arched nose. The changing boy flinched at his nose letting out a pop as it continued to morph from and get smaller. Soon, it stopped changing and the young man let out a pleased breath that the transformation was over. He traced his nose and couldn't feel any familiarity. He closed his eye and saw his nostrils were smaller and the curve of his nose was different as well.
For a moment he raised his other arm to blast her with a wave of fire but instead of powerful flames, a cone of cold left his hand. The witch jumped into the air, avoiding the blast. She snapped her finger and a cloud cushion appeared under her. The alleyway coated with ice, the windows completely covered in sheets of ice. The floor was coated in large pillars of ice and sleet, as if he had pushed himself more than he had.
Shoto stared at his arm in surprise. This was the first time he had ever been able to use it from this arm. The strength behind it was greater as well.
“As you can see I did hold my end of the deal,” the witchy Quirk user said as she floated lower “There is nothing to be upset about.”
“On that we will have to disagree,” Shoto spat hatefully as he glared at the witch.
“A shame, but perhaps a little more time is needed before we can come into agreement on the matter,” the witch said and flew up a little higher.
Shoto blinked as his clothes moved against his body in an unfamiliar way. They were rougher as if they hadn’t been washed in a while. He inspected his body real quick and noticed that the hair on the back of his hands was gone. He touched his chest where there had been some chest hair and didn’t feel anything there. The changing young man frowned. He didn’t need to feel the rest of his body to know that his body had lost all of the body hair below his brows.
The young man’s arms started to feel off. He looked at his hands and gasped when he saw that his nails were longer and more refined, the dirt and grime under them gone. The nails were cleaner, more elegant, looking similar to his mother or his sister’s nails after they finished working on them. The back of his hands started to clean up. Some of the small scars and marks from training were gone. His fingers went numb as if he had been using his ice powers repeatedly. He tried to curl and move his fingers and he could but it was slow. His fingers started to get smaller, as if he was shrinking again. He looked around at the rest of the world and it still looked the same.
His hips suddenly snapped wider, as if a bomb had gone off. The young man screamed in pain and held them. The formerly white and red haired boy gulped at the feeling of his own hips not quite sure what to make of them. They felt nice, almost perfect in his hands, but there was no way he could be comfortable in them. Not with what was happening to him. They surged slightly with pleasure,and knew it was on another girl then they would have been quite arousing.
His legs started to feel off and he fell to his knees. The top of his pants started to get even tighter as his thighs started to blow up in size. The lost matter seemingly returning to his body. They crushed his junk and against the confines of his pants. His loose pants which he had trouble keeping on before had gotten tighter and now clung to his frame, unwittingly showing off his morphing body. The change traveled down his body, causing the rest of his legs to slim down as if they were pieces of ham that were being cut off. He could feel his lower pants loosening up as they changed. When the change reached his feet they quickly shrunk and became small cute petite feet that barely held his shoes in place.
He wasn't sure he should do, or even if there was something. When the strength that he had returned to his legs he stood, momentarily thrown off by the sudden shift in them.
“Oooohhh!” Shoto gasped as if he had just been punched between his legs. He instinctively held his masculinity and gulped as his legs quivered. He slowly pulled his hands and suddenly his spine felt as if someone had shocked him.
Todoroki looked down and saw his manhood tented the front of his pants and he blushed at such an erection out in public. His face darkened further at the naughty giggle the witch was making. The now white haired woman tried to adjust her pants, but it quickly proved futile and aroused the transforming boy further. His hands moved to hide the erection from view, but the moment his hands touched them he let out and aroused moan and his legs quivered once more.
Pleasure suddenly coursed through his being and he continued to fondle his change changing privates. The young man couldn’t bring himself to stop as he gently caressed and squeezed his manhood through his clothes. He could feel his privates start moving and his crotch burned the more he did so.
The changing young man knew that he should try to stop this, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. He increased his fondling and the pleasure shot through his spine increased tenfold. He increased his pace and moaned louder than before. The witches giggles filled the area, but he didn’t care. The only thing he focused on what was happening to him right now.
His masculinity continued to get smaller as his hands continued to caress them, unwittingly pushing them further up. The young could feel the change that was happening to his body, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. What he was feeling now was too great for him to pass up. The thought of trying to stop the changes was now the furthest thing from his mind. The only thing he wanted to do was see how much more he could gain from pleasing himself.
The shaft of his penis got smaller in his body until only the head of it remained. The pleasure that he felt suddenly decreased, giving him a moment’s clarity to wonder why it suddenly stopped. The young man frowned as he breathed heavily, annoyed by the sudden decrease in his excitement. He pressed down on the top of his masculinity and he screamed in arousal. His balls quickly followed suit and the moment they were inside his body, his testicles changed and morphed into a pair of ovaries. A new pair of burning folds formed between his legs, completing his gender change into a girl.
“Ahhh!” Shoto cried as the now former young man’s eyes rolled in the back of her head and the strength in her legs gave out under her. She fell onto the ground, but couldn’t bring herself to care about what might happen to her next.
She sat there, panting tiredly, her hands pressed into her new aching crotch. Her mouth was dry and parched as if she needed a long drink. She gulped down her saliva and it did little to alleviate her thirst. She licked her dry lips and puckered them. Lewd thought of seeing what this body was like in its entirety came to her, and she pressed her fingers down on the folds of her body.
The surge from her new legs made her bite her lips more. The beautiful young woman shakily got up and swayed from side to side as if she was about to tip over. She took a large gulp of air and managed to steady her head. The world spun around her, but she refused to lose focus.
She eyed the witch, her body feeling warm as more perverse thoughts pounded against her skull. She tried to recall what exactly she was angry about, but couldn’t.
The new girl’s posterior started to swell in size. Her bottom swelled against the confines of her pants, her cheeks getting more pronounced against the confines of her pants. The fabric sneaked between her pants. The former young man groaned as his pants started to sneak beer into his growing behind giving him a wedgie. She grabbed the back of her cheeks and tried to adjust them but because of her swelling rump whatever adjustments she made was quickly squashed. Soon her hind quarters finished swelling into a large heart shaped buttocks would have caught many people’s eyes.
The new young woman breathed heavily and held her chest. Her fingers brushed against her hard nipples and she could vaguely tell they were larger than they were previously. She panted as her chest started to swell, pushing her dainty hands further away. Drool started to escape the corner of her mouth and trail down her face. She squeezed and groped her chest, savoring the erotic feelings that coursed through her body like lightning bolts. Her developing chest became too large for her hands to contain and pour out between her fingers. Their growth slowed when they were larger than Mt. Lady and Midnight’s whose busts looked like full ripe fruit. Her breasts finished growing when they became an immense EE-cup that looked just as impressive on her frame as the witch’s even though they weren’t the same size.
The changed young man wobbly walked to the wall and leaned down. She continued to tiredly fondle her bust and closed her eyes. After several more delighted groping she ceased playing with herself and slid down the wall, sleeping peacefully. She snored in and out with a content smile on her face.
The witch smiled and blew a kiss at the sleeping girl. Now that the transformation was done the witch took her leave. Seeing the person she talked into changing was always entertaining. It was almost made the power she got from them seem like gravy. The witch said, “Take care little girl, if you ever need any help in the future then I would be glad to assist you.”
The russian girl floated higher into the air, vanishing from view. The ice from the new girl’s attacks quickly melted away, far faster than it should have normally. With a flick of her wrists she casted one small spell that would hide the girl from view so no one accidentally stumbled upon her. No one should take advantage of a sleeping girl and rightfully deserved whatever punishment they got for doing so.
After some time, the former fire and ice user woke up. Her eyes fluttered open and she said as she waved side to side. “Where am I?”
She tried to recall what happened earlier, but there was a massive blank. The fog in her mind started to clear the longer she thought about it. She remembered that she needed to get to her school. There was to be an important meeting there, considering internships at agencies again, along with some new uniforms.
“I need to hurry,” Anastasia said and quickly started running.
She quickly rushed to the school, intent on getting there soon. She couldn’t believe she had lost track of time, and allowed herself to fall so far behind. She had always prided herself on her punctuality and maintaining her schedule, but this way something else entirely. To suddenly just lose it all was a stain on her skill and abilities was a gross misconduct on her part. She arrived at the school and ran inside the auditorium. She ignored her classmates and went straight to the person by the rack.
“Excuse me I need to pick up my new costume,” Anastasia said. “My name is Anastasia.”
“Just one moment,” the woman said
“We have your new costume ready for you,” the employee said and gave one of the costumes on the rack to her.
Anastasia stepped inside the stall and saw her new outfit wrapped up and ready for her. She intently studied her new uniform with a hopeful expression and breathed in and out. She slowly started to change into it. When she was finished getting ready, the young woman picked up the chinese fan that came with it and stared at herself in the mirror.
She looked like she could have been a chinese princess with how the dress looked on her. She was grateful Mineta wasn’t around. He would have killed whatever good mood she was trying to set up.
The young woman stepped out of the room, her fan folded out and hiding the lower part of her face. She had gotten this hero uniform setup partially because she thought Izuku might like how she looked dressed in it. The two of them had been dating for some time and she had kept it a secret from him. She had wanted to surprise him when it was done and see for herself what he would look like.
The young woman saw Izuku talking with Kirishima and smiled. She went over to them, a delicious idea for her forming. She didn’t announce her presence as she got closer and was grateful to see Kirishima didn’t say anything at her approach. When she was close enough. she playfully pecked Izuku on the cheek, causing him to blush brightly.
“A-Anastasia!” Izuku cried, his voice squeaking as he stared at his girlfriend. Even after all these years, he couldn’t help but blush as he eyed her body.
Anastasia giggled as she watched him look at her with a dark blush. The green haired boy was so cute when he blushed so brightly and got flustered over every little thing. It was a habit of his she was hoping to help break out of him.
