Midnight in the Dorms

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Back in the dorms, Midnight sits in a chair alone, hunched forward and tapping her foot nervously on the floor, she runs a hand through her hair. She just got off the phone with Nezu, informing him of the situation. Now she is to stay in the dorms, quarantined with the rest of the afflicted. She looks down at her expanded chest, one of her breasts hanging out through the thin fabric of her uniform. It's strange... she's never heard of a virus being able to do something like this, even if it did originate from a quirk...

Before her, various 1-A students lay on the floor, sound asleep. Each of them in further stages of their bimbofication, she can't help but admire their figures. "Hmm..." She stares at their chests, comparing them to her own new hefty pair. "Am I gonna have that kind of size soon?" She asks herself with worry... but also butterflies in her stomach.

It's been a while since Katsumi infected her, that newfound fuzziness in her brain having had time to settle. She rubs her head, taking a deep breath in an attempt to silence the buzzing in the back of her brain. "It's just like Jiro said..." She thinks, recalling the girl's comments about what she had felt. Lewd thoughts play out in her mind, her eyes roaming over the voluptuous students, she begins to feel something new... a warmth in the pit of her stomach, one that she's only felt once. Checking her phone it's been longer than an hour since she was infected... but she didn't exactly keep track of the time when it happened. She looks to the open doorway as the sun sets over the horizon, hoping to see Cementoss or Eraser Head. She knows at this point they may not be much help, but as she rubs her thighs together... she can't help but hope for some company...

She bites her lip, the nymphomaniac having had enough of this enhanced lust. She takes a deep breath, making sure the girls are all still sound asleep, before snaking a hand down between her legs. She closes her eyes, focusing on her breathing, as if not going all out is any better than jilling off discreetly... She's always thought of the laws and morality around lewd topics differently than most, she's been much more open and accepting. Though right now, when faced with something unnaturally adding to her sky high libido, she's shrinking down, feeling like she shouldn't do this, solely for the fact that something else may be influencing her decision...

Before she can fully take the plunge, Midnight's focus is broken by the sound of a door opening, followed by the soft patter of footsteps. She turns to see a familiar face step out from the hall. Shoko Todoroki, one of the top 1-A students walks into the commons, wrapped in nothing but a towel, her hair wet. The daughter of Endeavor looks to Midnight, her cheeks red. "O-oh... sorry, I didn't know anyone would be out here." She looks to the sky, wondering why a staff member would be out here this late.

The half and half girl stands there, motionless. Her enhanced figure is hidden by the towel, but she too has felt the energy of D-Stress flowing through her, pushing her to even take the chance of being caught in a towel by showering now instead of tomorrow morning. It's been hours since she's changed, and the cooldown of the energy within her has faded... she waits nervously, hoping to get a pass from the teacher so she can go to her room and masturbate, anything to quell the fire inside her...

Midnight's eyes look her up and down, her slightly bimbofied mind conflicting with her rational self. She opens her mouth, a smirk tugging at her lips as she speaks...