Home After A Long Day

Later that night, long after everyone else has fallen asleep, Hagakure meekly enters the dorm building for Class 1-A. "Today was a disaster..." She thinks, walking through the empty common area and up to her room.

She sighs, trudging through the halls, thinking back to the encounter with the villain. After falling ****, she had woken up in the back of an ambulance still on the scene. She was barely able to see the police lock the villain in the back of a truck before shipping her off. That should've been the end of it, but looking back through the window of the truck, the blonde blew Hagakure a kiss, smiling like this was just a mild inconvenience for her.

Moving into her room, Hagakure collapses onto her bed. Luckily the paramedics ruled out a concussion so she was able to come home, they even gave her a ride back to UA. Apparently the staff will be informed when they wake up about what happened, but she doesn't want to think about that. She still feels tingly, that feeling in her head from the villain's attack... it won't go away...

Rolling onto her back, Hagakure doesn't bother grabbing a blanket, her pajamas already keeping her plenty warm. Back in the ambulance, the paramedics told her a bit about the villain... someone new who doesn't seem all too dangerous. "D-Stress" is her name... Sounds kinda cheesy to Hagakure, but who is she to judge, she's the one that just got beat by her.

As she lays there, closing her eyes and preparing to drift off to sleep, the invisible girl scrunches up her face, that tingling feeling in her head growing more intense. She tosses and turns, the sensation beginning to move from her head down into her chest. "W-why is it still..." She reaches up, putting a hand to her heart, only find it beating out of her chest. "Huh?" Moving her hand along her flesh, she tries to feel it from a different angle, she must be imagining things right?

As her hand moves, a finger brushes against one of her breasts... brushing against her pajamas, her nipples have been standing on end. Suddenly a jolt of pleasure shoots down her core, the tingling in her body beginning to shift into a growing heat. "Nngh~" She grunts, suddenly feeling so hot... like that jolt of pleasure activated something inside her...

She reaches to cup her chest again, once again experiencing a heightened sense of euphoria. This time though, instead of backing away from the feeling, she decides to explore it further. The heat inside her urges her to continue, growing more intense with each Shockwave rocking her body. "Mmm~" Hagakure purrs, the worry about her beating heart fading. "I feel so worked up..." she mutters. "Must be from all the- ahn~ adrenaline..."

Her thoughts drift back to the earlier encounter, the look on D-Stress' face as she tackled the UA student was so intimidating... and her body, the weight of her chest. Such a curvaceous body pressing down on Hagakure's, she's sure it left a bruise. "Aahnn~" She moans out, her back arching as her hand snakes between her thighs, finding her warmth through her onesie. "F-fuck~" She says, louder than her previous moans, the word is so unlike her, feeling odd on her tongue.

"Mmm~ You like getting pinned down and finger fucked by a pro~?" The memory of D-Stress continues... or rather it formulates in her brain. It didn't really go this way but... right now... she suddenly wishes it did. She gasps for air, the heat inside her blooming as everything goes pink.

"Yes! Oh God yes!" Hagakure screams, everything growing tense as her wet dream scenario comes to a boiling point. D-Stress fingers Hagakure in the street, the scenario so real she couldn't imagine reality being anything else.

Laying in bed, Hagakure's body begins to change... Her chest heaves, each muscle contraction breathing new life into her chest, until two round mounds stick proudly from her chest. Beneath her, her ass follows suit, rewarding her for being such a good girl earlier. Sparks fly in her brain, distracting her, but also rewiring her pleasure centers.

The girl cums hard, invisible to the eye as her body changes, only her onesie showing her true form, that form taking in the lingering power of the villain and molding into something capable of keeping that energy. She smiles, eyes still closed as the scenario in her head continues to play out. She smiles lazily and yawns, stretching before turning over, unable to mentally hold onto the dread that had consumed her just moments before.

As she finally begins falling asleep, Hagakure suddenly can't remember why she was in such a bad mood... She rubs her thighs together, and idly thinks she might need to get new clothes... this onesie is feeling a bit too tight...