Midnight Gets her Personal Lesson and More

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The rest of that day and most of the next passed as just a normal school routine.

Classes continued. Teachers assigned homework. Cementoss explained structural rescue while Momo quietly sucked Midoriya beneath her desk to replenish the raw material she had spent during training. The performance stage, three practical sex suites, and twenty years of filthy institutional history had already blended into everyone else's routine.

I noticed every impossible addition and kept my mouth shut. The Reality Ring had already proved that one badly aimed question could rebuild the world. I intended to spend at least twenty-four hours without accidentally asking a question that might turn the world into swiss cheese.
Our final period the next afternoon was field training. When the bell rang, Midnight intercepted me outside the men's locker room before I could change out of my absurd costume of cape and g-string.

She had dressed like a porn studio's idea of a strict teacher. A cropped black blazer hugged her arms and ended beneath her enormous bare breasts. A white collar and scarlet tie framed her cleavage. A polished underbust corset crushed her waist, while a transparent pleated skirt displayed red garters, crotchless fishnets, and the damp pink slit between her thighs. Long gloves and lacquered heels completed the costume. Her mask made the smile above those tits look even more predatory.

"Shiro Hado," she said, tapping a riding crop against one thigh. "Office hours began five minutes ago. Making your teacher come collect you is a very naughty first impression."

"I didn't know I had office hours."

"Then you need remedial instruction even more than I thought." Her smile widened. "Luckily for you, I enjoy correcting an eager student by hand."

Her Quirk rolled over me like warm perfume.

I remembered fucking Mirko. I remembered Momo swallowing my cum. I remembered staring at Midnight's cafeteria performance with my cock out. Those memories stayed intact. A strange distance opened around them, making them feel like scenes from somebody else's life. Midnight's porno power assigned me a new part before I understood what was happening.

I was the innocent student with the embarrassing erection.

She was the experienced teacher who knew what my great big pussy pleaser was for.

My cock surged beneath my g-string. I caught it with both hands and immediately felt ridiculous. My fingers hid almost none of thirty-nine centimeters of meat.

Midnight looked delighted. "My, my. It really does happen without your permission. Such an honest body."

"It's too big," I heard myself admit.

"For your hands, certainly." She hooked the crop beneath my shaft and lifted until the heavy length rose across my stomach. "Fortunately, I brought a much more appropriate place for it."

She caught the shaft with one gloved hand, tucked the crop beneath her arm, and led me away by my cock.

---

Jiro had spent the day listening to Mineta circle one subject without quite asking for what he wanted.

At lunch Mineta watched Momo kneel between Midoriya and Bakugo, sucking one cock while she stroked the other, then asked how Jiro had landed a position beside Shiro and whether applications were open. During rescue theory he kept whispering questions while Cementoss discussed load-bearing walls. Jiro explained that she identified weak points, recorded Quirk changes, and handled whatever Shiro needed.

Mineta immediately wanted to know what “whatever” covered. Shiro already fucked women on training fields and cafeteria tables with half the class watching, so Mineta cared about the privileges available at arm’s reach. Did Jiro hold women’s thighs apart while Shiro pounded them? Did she measure the bulge his cock left in their stomachs? Did she lick his shaft clean between pussies, collect the cum leaking out afterward, or spread her own legs whenever he needed another hole? Jiro enjoyed watching him squirm and answered with clinical precision. She had taken measurements while Shiro was still buried, held women open for better access, and cleaned his cock with her mouth when the work required it. Sometimes the job put his cock in her face. Sometimes it put somebody else’s dripping pussy there. Usually she got both. Mineta quit asking about salary and demanded to know whether there was an entrance exam.

Jiro didn’t know if Shiro would really want the little guy around even if Grape Apemade him genuinely useful. One hair-grape transformed him into an eight-foot brute for up to roughly a minute unless he dismissed the form sooner, and eating another extended the duration. The form could throw a training robot and bend support beams. His penis grew in strict proportion with the rest of him, leaving it even less impressive against a body built like a purple siege engine. The first time he transformed, he spent ten minutes insisting the apparent size was an optical illusion. Jiro knew better.

Jiro heard his quick little footsteps behind her after they left their separate locker rooms in uniform. She let him keep following because confronting him would only turn the tail into an argument. Besides, they had been perverted friends before Shiro made her his minion. Mineta had carried her notebook during earlier inspections, passed her whatever items she requested, and knew how to stay quiet near a closed door. More importantly, Jiro wanted to see what Midnight intended to do just as badly as he did.

They reached Practical Suite B in time to see the door close behind Midnight's bare ass.

Jiro slipped one eye-jack through the ventilation seam. The second stayed outside and relayed the same view when Mineta pressed it close to his eye. Together they saw Midnight push Shiro onto a padded bench. She straddled him with his legs resting loosely to either side and stroked his chest with slow, gentle passes. The absurd erection between them pushed the sweet pose deep into pornographic territory.

"He looks nervous," Mineta whispered. "I thought he liked this kind of thing."

"Her Quirk made him the innocent student," Jiro whispered back. "She's choosing the script and he's stuck inside it."

Mineta pressed the jack closer to his eye. "Think it can give me the lucky-audience role?"

Midnight looked directly into Jiro's eye and tapped the door control beside the bench with her crop.

The door clicked open.

"Every proper production needs an audience," she called. "Come inside, kneel where I can see you, and admit this is exactly why you followed us."

Her Quirk crossed the wall. Hiding instantly seemed childish. Of course the voyeurs belonged inside. Of course they should masturbate openly while the star performed.

Mineta entered first. Jiro followed, pushed her uniform skirt up, moved her panties aside, and knelt at the foot of the bench with two fingers already inside herself. Mineta unzipped his trousers and started stroking his little cock.

Midnight's gaze slid down Mineta's body and settled on his fist. "Oh, Minoru. You intruded on my private lesson to show me that miserable little prop?"

He stroked faster to hide how badly the remark landed. "It looks better in my hulk form."

"Then stop making excuses and give us a proper demonstration. A performer should never keep the audience waiting."

Mineta swallowed a grape. Purple muscle erupted over him until he towered beside the bench. The support-fiber seams sewn into his uniform accommodated his growing body. His cock grew in proportion, still a stub against the enormous frame.

Midnight laughed. "Oh, what a cruel little Quirk. It gives you all that magnificent muscle and leaves the one part you care about looking even smaller."

His face darkened, yet his fist moved faster.

Mineta dismissed the transformation early, still stroking as his huge purple hand and body shrank around the same disappointed expression.

"Stay on your knees," Midnight ordered. "Watch what a pussy does when the equipment is large enough to matter."

Mineta obeyed even as Jiro managed to switch to sitting in a chair at a desk instead and Midnight didn't seem to mind as she took her notebook from her school bag and laid it out on a nearby desk as she turned it to face the action.

---

Midnight slipped off my g-string and laid me flat on the padded bench. She guided my legs loosely apart, settled astride my hips, and placed both palms on my chest. Her hands moved over me in slow, reassuring passes that eased some of the tightness from my breathing.

"We will begin gently," she promised. "A responsible teacher eases an innocent boy through his first practical lesson."

The sweet teacher voice made me believe her.

She wrapped one gloved hand around my thick cockhead. Her fingers could not meet. With the other she dragged the crop once across my thigh, just hard enough to sting when I failed to answer what I wanted, then set it within reach beside us.

"I want to put it inside you," I admitted.

"Then tell your teacher why you need it." Her thumb smeared precum across the swollen head. "Use your words, Shiro."

"Because it hurts. Because your pussy is wet. Because I need to know what this thing is for."

Midnight smiled down at me, breasts hanging from her open blazer. "It is a pussy pleaser. That ridiculous young body of yours grew it to spread women open, fill them completely, and make them cum. Your teacher will show you how good that can feel."

She rubbed the broadhead through her slit until her juices painted it glassy. Each pass spread her pussy lips wider and drew translucent strings between her body and my shaft. Then she guided me against her entrance. Her opening was much smaller than the cockhead. The first push flattened her lips beneath it. The second made them stretch. Midnight rolled her hips in patient little circles, coaxing pink flesh around the widest ridge until her pussy yielded with a thick, juicy pop.

The head disappeared inside her.

Her smile froze for half a second as the pressure reached her. "Nnnh..." The raw little sound cracked through her sweet teacher voice. Then she leaned down, kissed my forehead, and continued sinking around me.

"See?" she whispered. "Nothing to fear."

She took me gradually, lifting a few centimeters and sinking a little farther each time. SHLICK... SHLICK... Her porno power opened her body ahead of my girth while preserving a tight muscular seal behind the advancing cockhead. Each careful drop pushed another glossy band of juice down my shaft. The slow friction massaged every vein. She stroked my chest, praised me for remaining still, and brushed her breasts across my face until my nervous breathing slowed.

The gentle rhythm worked through the tension in my body. My shoulders loosened, my legs relaxed against the bench, and warm pleasure spread through every place fear had occupied. I gripped the edges of the padding and surrendered to her patient rocking.

Midnight finally settled to the root. Her ass rested on my thighs. The thick head pushed beneath her navel and bowed the polished front of her corset into an obvious shape, while her pussy sealed around every vein.

"Am I all the way inside?" I asked.

"Every magnificent centimeter," she said, rolling her hips around the base. "You are an absurd little overachiever, aren't you?"

She began moving. Her hips rose only a hand's width before gliding back down. She rocked in slow arcs, grinding the thick topside against her clit and letting her walls ripple around me. The intense pressure spread through me in unhurried waves that kept my body loose beneath her.

Jiro leaned closer with her notebook braced on one knee as she stared through her x-ray eyejacks, "The vaginal canal has extended beyond the pelvis. No tearing. The upper walls are wrapping around the glans."

Midnight looked toward Mineta. "Do you understand why Kyoka needs measurements?"

He was back in his ordinary body and jerking furiously. "Because his is huge."

"Precisely. Now compare it to what you are holding and give her a complete answer."

His jaw clenched. "Mine looks tiny next to his."

"There. Honesty suits you almost as well as humiliation."

After three more gentle strokes, Midnight lowered herself completely, bent over, and kissed me. The kiss felt like a reward. I tasted her lipstick and felt her smiling against my mouth.

Then she sat upright and seized my ankles.

The change happened too quickly for me to resist. She yanked both legs upward, spread them, and folded me until my knees pressed toward my shoulders. My lower back curled off the bench. My butt pointed into the air. Trapped between her hands, my ankles became handles she could use to tilt my entire pelvis toward her.

Midnight planted her knees outside my ribs and looked down between my upraised legs. Her smile sharpened into something hungry.

"You relaxed because I was kind." Her nails pressed into my ankles as she leaned over my trapped legs. "Such pure, trusting enthusiasm always brings out my worst side. The warmup is over."

She pulled my ankles toward her and power-drove her pussy down my cock.

SPLAK!

The angle forced my cockhead against the deepest point beneath her navel. Her ass flattened against my lifted hips, and a hot spray of pussy juice burst from around my balls. The bench slammed against the floor. Her enormous breasts flew upward inside the open blazer before dropping together in a heavy clap.

"A-AAAH!" Midnight shrieked, head snapping back as the bulge beneath her corset jumped. The sound became breathless laughter while I shouted beneath her. "There it is! That is the angle your teacher wanted!"

She used my legs to manhandle my body into every stroke. When she lifted, she pushed my ankles back toward my face, holding my butt high while her stretched pussy peeled wetly along the full length. Her swollen lips rolled down my shaft, leaving it glazed with another thick layer of slick. When she came down, she hauled my hips toward her at the same time, adding the weight of my lower body to the force of her plunge. I had no leverage. My hands scraped across the bench while she used my cock exactly as she pleased.

SCHLAP! SCHLAP! SCHLAP!

"Tell our audience what your great big pussy pleaser is doing," she demanded between impacts. "Give them a proper lesson."

"It is buried in your pussy because you wanted every inch," I gasped. "You folded me up so you could use my cock to pound yourself."

"Much better. An answer with enough detail to deserve a reward."

She drove herself down harder. "Ah! AH! Yes, right there!"

Wet impacts filled the suite. Each plunge buried me to the balls and shoved the long bulge higher against the front of her corset. Her cream collected in a foamy ring around my root, only to be smashed outward in pale spatters whenever her ass met my raised hips. Her fishnet-covered thighs flexed around my folded body. Her gloved hands never released my ankles. Above them, her tits swung and collided with every brutal stroke while pleasure kept cracking her theatrical composure into open-mouthed moans.

Jiro fingered herself with one hand and recorded the changing angle with the other. "The pelvic tilt is directing the glans against the upper front wall. Her grip on his ankles prevents him from reducing penetration depth."

Mineta tore his eyes from the obscene bulge in Midnight's stomach. "Translate that into normal pervert language."

"She folded him up so she can pound herself harder."

Mineta stared at Midnight taking more cock in one plunge than he possessed in his entire body.

Midnight caught him staring and smiled through another shudder. "You are about to come already, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not."

"Your little cock is leaking on your trousers."

Mineta came into his fist before he could argue.

Midnight laughed without slowing. "Start again, Minoru. The star finishes first."

"What am I supposed to do?" I gasped.

"You do exactly what that innocent role was made for. Stay hard, stay folded, and let your teacher wring pleasure out of you until she is satisfied."

The folded position stole every bit of leverage from my hips. Midnight supplied every movement, holding my ankles wide while she lifted and power-drove her body down. Her pussy squeezed harder with each stroke, gripping the swollen head and milking the shaft. Every clench dragged me toward release. Each sudden lift interrupted the pressure and left me aching for the next plunge.

Her own climax arrived first. The deepest walls clamped around the head beneath her navel. The contraction traveled down the entire length in a crushing wave.

"Aah... ah... AAAAAH! Shiro!" Midnight's voice climbed into a raw shriek. "Don't you dare go soft!"

SPLASH!

Clear fluid gushed over my raised balls and sheeted across my upturned ass. Long, trembling ropes of it clung between her stretched pussy and my skin each time she lifted. Midnight kept pounding through the gush, breasts whipping, thighs flexing, and hands locked around my ankles while every frantic plunge squeezed more juice into the froth around my cock.

At last she stopped at the bottom of a plunge.

She held me folded, my cock buried to the root, and looked down with smeared lipstick and victorious eyes.

"Final lesson," she panted, still trembling around me. "Fill your teacher's pussy until she leaks."

My balls tightened. The first blast struck deep enough to make her stomach jump beneath the corset. "HAAAH!" Midnight cried as more followed, hot semen flooding the extended space around my cock while her walls milked every pulse. The mixture churned inside her with each involuntary clench. White cream finally escaped around the root in thick spurts, mixed with her clear juices, and ran across my upturned butt. Midnight kept my ankles pinned beside my shoulders until my stamina tattoo finally let the orgasm end.

She dismounted with a wet pop, straightened her corset, and looked over the audience. Jiro was panting over her notebook. Mineta had begun stroking again despite the semen on his fist.

"Kyoka, your observation discipline was excellent. Minoru, your technique was frantic, wasteful, and tragically sabotaged by inadequate equipment."

"You don't have to keep saying that," Mineta complained. "Everyone can already see it."

Midnight's smile became unbearably smug. "Your embarrassment gets sweeter every time you pretend you dislike the attention."

She tossed him a towel, collected my discarded g-string for some reason, and walked toward the door with mixed cum and pussy juice slipping down her thighs. "Hydration is part of responsible performance. I will be back in five minutes. Keep one another occupied."

The door closed. Her porno field weakened, and my borrowed innocence peeled away.

Mineta shuffled closer on his knees before I could sit up. "I want to be your other sidekick."

Jiro started cleaning my cock with her mouth. "He's been pestering me about this since lunch."

"Look at the evidence," Mineta said. "Midoriya and Bakugo got blowjobs just by being around you. Kyoka gets front-row access to Midnight. I become a giant and get laughed at. You need muscle. She finds weak points, I smash them."

The little bastard had a point. I hated how much sense the arrangement made.

He stared at my cock, vibrating with envy, desperation, and the stubborn hope that joining my team would finally make his sex life useful. The Reality Ring rested warm against my finger. Common sense got one brief chance to save Mineta before I opened my mouth.

"Oh yeah, you're Midnight's slutty daughter, right? Did you enjoy watching me fuck your mom and now you want to become my sidekick too?"

Mineta heard only the final question.

"Yes!"

Reality moved.

The grapes on his head softened into glossy purple-black hair and gathered themselves into several large grape-cluster buns around the sides and back of his head. Curved bangs framed a round face that was unmistakably Mineta's and unmistakably female. His enormous eyes gained dark lashes. His mouth filled into soft lips painted purple, while a hot blush and beads of sweat advertised exactly where his thoughts had gone.

The rest of his uniform changed with him. His shoulders narrowed, his waist drew inward, and his hips spread beneath dark green pleats as his trousers re-formed into the U.A. skirt. Breasts swelled beneath his white short-sleeved blouse until they became absurdly large for his short, voluptuous frame. The buttons pulled tight, leaving narrow gaps of skin between them, while the red bow remained pinned above the strain.

Between those wider thighs, the tiny penis drew inward. His testicles rose and reshaped beneath the skirt, leaving a slick pussy covered by damp white panties.

Five seconds changed twenty years.

Nemuri Kayama had always had an adult daughter named Minaru. Midnight had chosen the name because it meant beautiful and raised her daughter with absolute confidence in it. Minaru had inherited a grape-fueled hulk Quirk from her father and pornographic body logic from her mother. A grape still triggered her transformation. Arousal sustained it after the original minute expired. I remembered Mineta kneeling with his tiny cock in his fist. I also remembered Minaru kneeling there in her strained school blouse, jealous while I fucked her mother.

The two histories collided inside my skull.

Minaru looked down at the pair of huge breasts testing every button of her blouse, squeezed one, and grinned with Mineta's exact greedy delight.

"So I got the job?"

"Probationary. What can you do?"

"Small form has Perfect Sleeve." She hiked her green skirt to her waist and pulled the damp white panties aside, exposing her wet pussy. "It stretches around any cock, reshapes itself to fit, and squeezes exactly where the man likes it."

She climbed onto my lap and proved it. Her enormous breasts bounced against the overtaxed blouse while her small-form pussy unfolded around my cockhead, swallowed the full thirty-nine centimeters, and wrapped me in moving rings of muscle while the bulge climbed almost to her ribs.

Then she plucked one glossy purple berry from the outer edge of a hair cluster and ate it.

Lavender-purple color flooded her skin as muscle exploded over her body. Her shoulders widened into a bodybuilder's shelf. Biceps and forearms swelled, her stomach divided into hard glossy ridges, and her thighs became fishnet-covered pillars beneath hips broad enough to lift me from the bench. Her breasts expanded into enormous rounded globes while her hair condensed into two purple buns behind blunt bangs. Her eyes burned red-violet, and neat black beauty marks appeared beneath them in pairs.

Support modifications hidden inside her school uniform unfolded for the transformation. A glossy black high-neck leotard sealed around her torso with purple piping and a deep heart-shaped cutout that left the vast inner curves of her breasts exposed. Purple fishnets covered her hips and legs. Metal cuffs formed around her wrists, each ending in a short decorative broken chain that swung when she flexed.

My cock stayed buried throughout her growth. At eight feet tall, she flashed a confident, sharp-toothed grin.

"Hulk form has Pervert Strength," Minaru growled. "The hornier I get, the stronger I get."
She grabbed the demonstration table bolted beside the bench and ripped it from the floor with one hand.

Jiro examined the torn bolts and the holes they had left in the floor. "That gives us a breaching option against reinforced targets. She will need to learn control before she brings the building down on us."

I looked up at eight feet of wet purple muscle, huge tits hanging through that heart-shaped opening while Mineta's exact grin looked down at me. "Yeah. Mineta just turned into Midnight's giant daughter around my cock and ripped a steel table out of the floor because being horny makes her stronger. That is completely fucked up." Her cock sleeve clenched, and my hips jerked. "Also unbelievably hot. Apparently cosmic responsibility and my dick are still operating in different departments."

Midnight returned carrying water and stopped in the doorway. Her eyes moved from the wrecked table to the towering purple woman impaled on my cock.

Then the rewritten memories reached her expression.

"Minaru Kayama," she said with the exhausted fury of a mother who had used that full name many times. "I leave you alone for five minutes and you destroy another training room."

Minaru's huge grin became sheepish. "Mom, I got a job."

Pride softened the edges of Midnight's irritation.

That frightened me more than the broken steel. Her love was real. A whole childhood now stood behind her expression: arguments, photographs, discipline, birthdays, and years of motherhood the universe had created during those five minutes.

I had changed a classmate, created a daughter, and rewritten a woman's heart with one stupid question.

Midnight hooked my g-string around my cock and tugged. "Probationary sidekicks clean the sets they destroy. Minaru knows this rule because I have taught it to her repeatedly."

Minaru groaned. Jiro laughed. Midnight kissed her daughter's forehead, then kissed me with considerably more tongue.

I still had dinner waiting at the dorm.

Honestly, I was having a pretty good day.