Rumi Usagiyama Inversion

Rumi Usagiyama lived a simple life. If she saw a bad guy, she beat up a bad guy. With a quick spring into motion, she’d launch into them with a mighty usagi kick and then poof, an **** villain. Which meant she didn’t have any patience for sitting around and doing nothing.

She hopped down from the building she had been perched on and landed on the street in front of the villain.

“You there, surrender or get kicked in the face.” There, plain as day. It wouldn’t be her fault now if he didn’t comply. And before anyone asked, of course she knew this was the villain she was looking for. No one else looked like they had been run through a photocopier and come out inverted. The villains name was Mr. Inverto and he came with a bounty that was too juicy to pass up.

The notes detailing his arrest warrant noted his powers. Some sort of transformation quirk that could change people’s bodies and minds. Only worked on the weak-willed though. The man was a chump against any real hero.

“Well, what’ll it be? Last chance to do this peacefully.” She hopped up and down on her heels, ready to get this over with.

The villain responded, with a single word. “Invert.”

The world lurched. What was this? His quirk? Was it only half-working, messing with her senses? She tried to launch herself at him, but fell to the ground instead. Damn. She tried to get up, but something was keeping her stuck to the ground. Her body. Her body felt heavier than normal.

She looked down to see her chest had ballooned in size. Two pendulous orbs hung from her chest and smushed into the gravel street below. What? His quirk had worked on her? But she wasn't some weakling. She was Mirko the Hero, indomitable. No, she couldn’t let this loser win. She had to get up. With her senses still messed with and her heavier chest, it was easier said than done, but she wasn’t a hero for nothing, and she managed it.

Once she was on her feet again she dove at the villain, **** to stop him before he could use his quirk again. It was going to be a pain to get a healer quirk user to revert this, but such was the cost of business. For right now she’d beat him up.

Unfortunately all he had to do was say “Invert”, which took only a moment. The world lurched again. She didn’t fall to the ground this time though. She looked over herself for any changes, but didn’t see any. What had changed then? Rumi looked back at the villain to see what he had done. He only shrugged, which didn’t help.

What could it be? Maybe if she retraced her thoughts? She had been perched up in the building. She had seen her boss enter the alleyway. Then she had jumped down to see what was up and he had used his quirk on her. Which was totally awesome, since she loved being changed by him. It was why she had joined up as his minion. Hmm, nothing strange so far.

“Yo, boss-man, what did you change about me?”

Her boss didn’t answer, instead placing a finger in front of his lips. Ah, fine, if he was going to be that way, she’d either figure it out herself or not. Although, hmm. She started bouncing up and down on her heels again, her gigantic mammaries bouncing up and down as well. Up and down, up and down. Yes, that’s a good boss-man, just watch the rabbit tits jiggle. You just want to a piece of these chocolate bunny boobies, don’t you. “Pyon pyon.” Mmmm. Rumi could see her boss was entranced by her boobs, which was completely understandable. They were practically a quirk by themselves with how amazing they were.

Her boss started nodding his head to the bounces, and that’s when she knew she had him completely. “Come on, be a good boss and tell Mirko the Minion what you changed about her?”

He said that he had made her into his loyal minion who loved being brainwashed. Oh, so that was it? She supposed that made sense. If she wasn’t such a slut for having her mind changed because of his quirk she’d probably be beating him up right about now. But she was, and so she was instead fingering herself through her leotard.

“So that’s what you did, huh? I knew I made the right choice when I joined up with you boss-man. Or I guess that’s just a fake memory, huh? Nnngh. Even better.”

It was so much better. And if her boss’ liberal use of his quirk was any indication, she’d be getting changed more and more, just so long as she kept being his loyal minion. As her fingers thrust deeper, she had the feeling that wouldn’t be a problem.