Izuku has a little fun with a guest.

After this morning’s revelation, you went over to your notebook and began writing possibility after possibility. There were so many things you wanted to do, but you didn’t want to take things to their extremes straight out the gate, that was not something that really interested you. What did interest you though, was slowly changing people, turning them into what you want without having to take direct control. This was going to be a difficult road to go down, at least in some situations, but with how fast your heart was beating, the warmth of your cheeks and your still erect morning wood, it all told you that this path would be worth the wait.

“Izuku,” you heard your mom say with a knock on your door, “Breakfast is ready.” Understanding generally what you wanted now, you got up and went to have breakfast with your Mother. While eating, exchanging small talk the whole time, mentioning how bad the weather is supposed to be tomorrow and how you still have to find a college to enter this year, your Mom eventually says, “Mitsuki will be coming over today.”

Having a mouth full of food when she said that was not fun, to say the least. After **** on your food for a short time, you begin to think, “Mitsuki Bakugou?” She was always someone you had a crush on growing up and it never really died down. Mitsuki was hot, sexy and looked younger than your Mom, which was only made possible due to her quirk. It wasn’t anything fancy, her quirk just made it so she sweat glycerin which is good for the skin, which she gave some to her closest girlfriends if they asked for it. Still she somehow managed to look twenty-five, even with a son just as old as you. Remembering back to all of the times you peeped on her made your manhood stir with excitement. “Really? When?” you asked, trying not to sound excited, knowing full well what you could do.

“Around five pm,” your Mother said, not picking up on your excitement, though certainly showing her own “We’re going to watch-”. Your Mom droned on for a bit, your imagination running wild. Mitsuki’s body was always in top shape, her thick thighs, her plump ass, her slender waist, her large breasts, every inch of Mitsuki could be best described as voluptuous. Catching yourself before your Mom did, you snap back to attention and continue the small talk for a while. The two of you soon finish breakfast and you decide to grab a marker and head outside to update the rules.

Izuku Midoriya

House Rules

8. Women will not think anything of Izuku Midoriya’s staring.

9. Women will give Izuku Midoriya a kiss on the lips as a hello after entering and a goodbye after exiting the home.

Two new rules now set up for Mitsuki’s visit, you take a picture and send them to your mother, who responds with, “Izuku, I don’t need to be reminded of the house rules all of the time.” With your last text to her being the same just without the two new rules, you can see why she would be slightly annoyed, weird as it was. Nevertheless, you head out for school, a small tent pitched in your pants the whole way there.

Unable to study, neither at school, nor at home, you waited for Mitsuki's arrival. Time was crawling like a snail, every second felt like a minute as you watched the clock, incapable of focusing on anything else. Three minutes till five and you finally heard the doorbell ring, quickly hoping up from your chair, it spinning in your wake. Getting to the front door before your Mother could get to her bedroom door, you opened it and greeted Mitsuki, “Hi Mrs. Bakugou,” you said, looking directly at her, trying to hide your excitement you ask, “How was the ride here?”

“Hi Izuku.” Mitsuki said, the words almost hurt as you thought for a moment your plan wasn’t going to work, but then she grabbed your chin and pressed her lips to yours. The kiss was quick and sweet, her luscious lips felt like they were there for minutes, despite the fact that it lasted a second at most. Her explosion of ash blonde hair tickled your forhead as she pulled away. “The ride was fine,” she said responding to your question, happy to see you, she began to ask, “Where is your- Ahh, Inko! Hi, you ready for tonight?” She interrupted herself as your Mom stepped out of her bed room, stepping past you without another thought.

As Mitsuki and your Mother walked into the living room, you stared at their asses, a slight jiggle from each with every step. While your Mom was dressed conservatively as always, Mitsuki was wearing grey sweatpants that clung to her body, a thin somewhat frilly white tank top showing her cleavage now that she wasn’t wearing her scarf and a light blue jacket meant purely for fashion as it couldn’t fit over her breasts no matter how hard she tried. You certainly loved your Mother’s body, you appreciated that Mitsuki was showing a bit more skin and was most certainly showing off her cleavage.

Deciding you wanted to join them, you followed shortly behind, the pair sitting on the couch you took a seat in the dining room. The view of the TV wasn’t good, but you knew damn well that's not what you were here for, the view of the couch only being better due to your chosen seat, you sat there as they talked about their lives with the TV droning on in the background. You knew they weren’t here just to talk, but they clearly planned ahead of time to give themselves the time. Roughly an hour later their show started as they watched the recap of the season finale with bated breath.

Some guy named Jacob had apparently been caught killing someone named Ron, who was actually faking his **** so that he could get with another guy's wife- It was really complicated and you had absolutely no context as to what the hell was happening in this show. Even so, the two women watched, silence gripping them. When the show proper began, they were holding each other's hands at the reunion of Ron and Stacey- Ron was apparently the good guy? They began shouting ‘no’ as Jacob had somehow sweet talked his way out of jail- This guy was clearly some kind of jackass. Eventually towards the end of the episode, your Mom and Mitsuki were hugging each other tightly, their breasts pressed together to the point that Mitsuki’s threatened to escape her tank top. The two still hugging each other tightly, began silently crying as Ron had been actually killed by Jacob this time, who turned out to be a secret agent from america- “What the fuck is this plot?” were your only thoughts as pure confusion took your face and mind by storm, the credits rolled, a season seventeen promised at the end. “Season what!?” you angrily whispered to yourself, a small amount of anger oozed from you as you heard this show had only been airing for the past four years.

Somehow the show had managed to catch more of your attention than you had wanted, if for no other reason than the fact that you were unable to get a good view of Mitsuki or even your Mom. You had wanted to see more of your Mother and Mitsuki together, but you don’t know what you expected to see. With the rules you wrote, you clearly got what you asked for, even if you somehow hoped that things would get a little more sexual. Mitsuki and your Mother talked about the episode for nearly two hours, Mitsuki’s flamboyance causing her breasts to jiggle regularly.

Eventually your Mom told Mitsuki that you and her had to take your bath together, which almost gave you a heart attack, but thankfully one of the other rules you had written came in handy as Mitsuki reacted like that was nothing out of the ordinary for you two. Walking to the door the three of you said your goodbyes, Mitsuki’s goodbye marked with another light kiss on your lips.

That kiss makes you wonder if you should have done more, anything to make something happen. Something that would have been far more than a kiss and staring freely. But it's too late for that now and just as you are about to say something, you hear your Mom say, “We should get our bath done before the storm gets here.” Which was almost perfectly timed with a distant flash of lightning, the thunder of which never came.

Slightly frustrated from having thought you could get more gratification out of the two together than you did, you get an idea and decide to put it into motion. “I’ll be there in just a moment,” you say, trying to hide the sexual frustration in your voice, “I have to do something real quick.”

“Don’t take too long, I don’t want to have to come get you for a bath everyday.” your Mom said, her words matching her tone, she really didn’t want to get you every single day just to take a bath.

Turning around your Mother enters the bathroom and you wait until you hear the water running before entering her bedroom. Her room wasn’t nearly as covered in stuff like yours, though she clearly had her color scheme set throughout the room. Most everything in your Mom’s room was either lime green, pink, white or some combination of the three, if it wasn’t any of the three it was too small to notice. Conservative as your Mom was, she clearly enjoyed expressing herself in her room. You move onto your Mom’s bed, with a custom comforter she had purchased that was pink at the foot, white in the middle and lime at the head, the bed was firm and comfortable. Maneuvering yourself so that you were facing the barren wall just above the mantle of her bed, you took a deep breath, your manhood stirring as you began to write on the wall writing the same rules you did outside to minimize consequences and continuing with a few new ones.

Izuku Midoriya

Bedroom Rules

1. Inko and Izuku Midoriya both sleep together in this room and on this bed.

2. Inko Midoriya does not wear underwear to bed.

3. Izuku Midoriya’s erection is perfectly normal in bed.

Rules written, your heart pounding in anticipation, you make your way to the bathroom before your Mom gets angry. Removing your clothes, you step into the bathroom and sit on your stool, your Mother smiling as you do so. Her breasts push into your back once again, as your Mom begins to clean you. As with last time, your hair tickles her and your manhood rubs against her abdomen and underboobs. You soon finish cleaning one another and get into the tub, just like last time, you have your small talk. Hoping to all hell that you wouldn’t be tempted by that show, you get your Mom talking about it, sadly your curiosity only grows with the conversation. For a short time in the tub you weren’t aroused, just happily chatting with your completely naked Mother. Her nipples just poking out of the water as her breasts float, her body forever attractive to you, it isn’t long before that time is interrupted by your standing penis.

Soon enough the two of you get out of the tub and dress in your respective pajamas. You choose to wear a light baggy t-shirt and some pajama pants, the verdant green of which dared to rival your hairs. Your Mother puts on a comfortable white bra and some lime green panties, then placing the actual pajamas she had brought on. Her pajamas are a light pink matching set, with long sleeves on both the pants and the shirt. It's at this moment you realize you never sent your Mom the rules you had written on her wall, panicking for a mere moment you remember that as soon as she reads the rules, she will follow them. Following her to her room, she opens the door and as expected reads the rules.

Your heart is racing, as you wonder what she will do about the second rule. “Go ahead and get in bed Baby,” your Mom said as casual as ever, “I just have to do something first.” She then exits the bedroom and makes her way to the bathroom. Happy that she wasn’t upset by breaking the ‘no underwear’ rule thanks to the other rule that made it so she didn’t have to apologize, you walk over to her bed and slide into the right side, clearly in complete disuse judging from the lack of indentation from someone sleeping there regularly. Eventually your Mother returns, her underwear neatly folded in her hands. Her breasts were clearly sagging more from her lack of bra, but with that came far more bounce and jiggle with each movement. She then places her underwear neatly on her dresser and moves to enter the bed.

Opening up the blankets on the left side, your Mom stepped into bed. Laying down next to you, her body radiates warmth, forcing your manhood to stand at full attention. With her body so close to yours, you are tempted to reach out and grope her, but you manage to stop yourself. Shortly after you laid down for a night’s rest, your Mom had fallen asleep and began snoring lightly. You however, sat there for an hour just trying not to let your dick think for you. The only thing that brings you to sleep is exhaustion, even though your body had fought so hard to stay awake. Sitting there for a time, almost unblinking, you feel your heartbeat slowly die down and your erection slowly fading. With the sound of thunder rolling quietly in the distance, exhaustion slowly taking hold and the warmth of your Mom as she snores adorably, sleep takes you.

Waking up you find that, even though you sat awake for hours, you got a decent night’s sleep. It takes a moment for you to fully become conscious and aware of where you are. More specifically, where your hand is. With your Mom sleeping next to you all night, it was only natural that the two of you would roll around in your sleep. The only thing that you didn’t think would happen is your hand being stuck between a bed and a soft place. Your Mother’s right breast, large, soft and squishy as it is, has your hand pressed into the bed.

Your Mom, having not woken up yet, brings you a sigh of relief because otherwise you would feel far more embarrassed than you do already. Trying to wiggle your hand free without waking her is a difficult task, but you try anyway, not wanting to do anything too weird to your Mom just yet. Finally freeing your hand from the wonders of her breast, you swear you could feel her nipple with the tip of your middle finger. She stirs for a moment and you nearly have a heart attack as she rolls over. “That would have been great a few minutes ago.” you think, annoyed that you were panicking for so long only for her to roll over after you had freed yourself.

You get up and ready yourself for the day ahead of you. While brushing your teeth, you think that your Mom would love it if you made breakfast for a change and so you get to it. “Good morning Izuku.” your Mom says with a yawn, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She is still wearing her pajamas, clearly she decided that the smell of food needed investigating. “Are you making breakfast?” she says with a smile, too tired for it to be called ‘bright’, but she gives it her all.

“Yup!” you say excitedly with a smile, “I’m almost finished if you want to sit down!”

“Thank you honey, that’s so sweet!” she says cheerfully and walks over to you with her eyes half closed. With your hands at work on the stove, your Mom gives you a big hug from behind, her breasts pressing into your back so hard that you can feel her nipples with ease. The hug lasts a few seconds and your morning wood which had nearly calmed itself, starts to reawaken. “I’m going to go get changed for the day and then I’ll join you for breakfast!” she says while walking away, her ass bounces slightly as the pep in her step picks up just as she exits into the hallway.

“Why was I born with such an incredible Mom?” you think to yourself, “She’s hot, she cares about me, she takes care of us and the house. She is everything a Mom should be.” you can’t help but think that last part feeling a bit hollow inside, she is awesome, but you know you need more.

Thankfully this storm came just when the weekend began, otherwise you would have had to walk out in it to get to school and with the strength of the wind, an umbrella was not going to help much. A few hours pass, you study so you can get into a good college and do chores when your Mom asks you to. Eventually your Mom asked you to take out the garbage, you protested slightly but inevitably gave way. Putting on some clothes you can throw into the wash straight afterwards, you grab your raincoat and rain boots and you take the garbage to its designated spot in the apartment complex. Nearly slipping a few times on your way there and back, you finally manage to reach your apartment, the rain managing to get in the open air hallway thanks to the wind. Hand on the door, something catches your attention. A small pool of black liquid running down and off the building from the wall just outside your apartment. Connecting the dots, fear and anxiety take hold of you as you look, only to see your fears realized. Your rules are gone, having been washed away by the rain, only the first two were still readable, the third was a droopy mess and the rest were gone.

Heart sinking, you tried to think of what you could do to fix this, you knew people had to see the rules for them to apply, but what happens if those rules aren’t physically visible where they once were? Entering the house, you wring out your umbrella, take off your boots and hang up your raincoat, swiftly entering your room straight afterwards. Trying to think of some way to fix this, some way that will allow you to still use your quirk without having this or something like it happen again. “Pencil? No not versatile enough. Pen? Same basic issue. Paint? That can’t really be done without people noticing something.” you start rapidly thinking of writing utensils, anything that could let you write without worry, “Chalk? Worse than the last three. Blood? I’m not that ****. Hammer and chisel? That can only work on so much and even then it is most certainly not discrete.” After nearly an hour of thinking, you finally come up with something, the only factor now is if it exists.

Looking on Omozan, you search for products that, without quirks, would be impossible. You search for a few hours finding various products. One product allows for many quirks to enhance or alter their abilities in various ways, adding fire or ice, manipulating gravity or light and so much more. This product named ‘Dust’ after the fact that, prior to the refining process, is a fine powder, after refining it is typically crystalline in form. Dust has so many applications that the company, and the family behind it, that produces it is now one of the wealthiest in the world. You find another quirk based product that will increase base sex drive and stamina over long periods of extended use. It claims to double the average person’s sex drive and stamina in just one month of continuous use. The company that makes the first is from Germany and the other right here in Japan. You bookmark those two products and a few others for potential use later and continue your search for the products you need.

Finally, after hours of search, you find a few products similar to what you're looking for, but one stands out above the rest. A pack of twenty-four markers, 2 of black, white and grey and then 1 of dark, medium and light versions of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple. These markers are made by a single American family company, the families quirk is effectively imbued into these markers, making it so whatever they write on, the ink remains with only one known and highlighted product actually being able to remove it. This other product is a gelatinous liquid, which comes in a jar. This one similar to the last one is made by an Australian family company and removes anything and everything that was not originally on the target. Removing paint from walls, makeup from faces, tattoos from skin and stains out of clothing, this product, much like the last one, is expensive due to the monopoly they have on their respective markets. It will cost you nearly all of the money you’ve saved up, but with the power of your quirk, you order it without a second thought.

The package will arrive in six days, you decide to mark it on your calendar to be safe. The day after you see you have another reminder set, it reads ‘UA Entrance Exam! Don’t Be Late!’ and then goes into details about what time and the quickest route to get there. Staring at it for a moment, you feel a little hollow inside, directionless. You have enjoyed using your quirk, yes, but you still feel like you can do more. Memories of the old days before your quirk flood your mind, some good, most neutral, many bad. Dreams are hard to come by, you only had the one ever since you can remember, but that dream is gone now, you grieved and you moved on. You want to move forward, to be rid of it completely, but dreams like that never truly go away, an unrepairable void is always left in its place. Sitting there for minutes you stare at it, nearly half an hour passes by without you noticing, you aren’t devoid of emotion as you sit, no, you are filled with dozens as you try to solve some kind of delima.

Eventually something clicks in the back of your mind, the slow pace you felt your blood moving at, picks up speed. From the corner of your subconscious a small flash of light occurs, causing the rest of your mind to light up, like a web of lightning with no end. You can own anything, anything you write your name on. It works on blackboards, it works on walls and specific sections of buildings, why wouldn’t it work on an entire one? Your dream to become a hero was crushed a little less than a year ago, but you consider if you want to try to become a hero or if you want to be a villain or if you just want to do your own thing. Remembering all the fun you have had over the past few days, you smile. Looking over to the notebook you have been using to keep track of your quirk, the cover of which only possesses your name, you make a distinct decision in that moment. Pulling over the notebook and grabbing your marker, you begin to write on the cover, adding a few rules just to make yourself feel safe when you take it with you. Checking your handy work, you read the top of the notebook one last time with a smile.

[I titled this chapter "A Quick Visit"]