Those Alluring Sounds

Sitting there in the changing room, lewd screams of ecstacy ring out, only partially muffled by the thin barrier separating her from the noise. Izumi folds her arms, leaning forward and hunching over as the cries and moans grow more wild and wanton. "Why would they... they know I can hear them right?" The tingle sitting on her lips intensifies, prompting her to run her tongue along them with curiosity. "Did she have some kind of lip gloss or..."

"Fffucckk!" Mina's cries overpower Izumi's thoughts. "Stick em right there Toru~ I'm so close baby~ just- Nnnhhh~ Yeeaaaaahhh... rrrriiight theeeerrre~" She purrs through the walls, sounding like she's melting. Izumi blushes, and puts her arms on her head, using her biceps to block her ears.

She sits there, waiting to hear any possible voices, hoping she can at least sit here in silence. At first it sounds like her attempt is a success... until she barely registers the faint whispers of a conversation. "...My tits... -bigger?...." It's no use, she knows it's gonna be a while, sitting here with their cries and womanly grunts filling her brain... Distracting her from the fact she's literally wearing one of her favorite All Might items...

The tingle in her lips has spread, as her attention is diverted elsewhere its found a new home... deeper inside the girl, settling in her toned tummy as it blooms into a small flame, burning and begging someone to put it out. Izumi blushes, biting her lip as her thoughts wander. The thought of All Might's jacket leading her down a dangerous rabbit hole. She thinks of all the time they've spent together, all that time forming a bond, even growing so close as to swap DNA- "Ah~" Izumi winces, a jolt of pleasure shooting from between her powerful thighs.

A hand delicately leaves her head, letting the full **** of the girl's screams flood her ears. She reaches down, trying to scratch a sudden itch that's just appeared out of no where. She rubs a hand along her inner thigh, wondering what's gotten her so worked up all of a sudden. "I shouldn't... they shouldn't..." She bites her lips, the traces of Mina's saliva still left there being ingested as it mixes with Izumi's. "But... so hot~ Maybe if I just..." She caves, deciding to just get it out of the way, she carefully slips a hand under her skirt, feeling the warm barrier of her panties keeping her from what's been bothering her.

"Ahn~" She moans lightly, touching herself through her underwear, rubbing herself slowly. Next door, it's Hagakure's turn for some fun, as she too screams like she's experiencing a brain melting orgasm. It all seems so indecent... any yet... for some reason it just fuels Izumi's fevered session. She imagines All Might, looking up at him as she sits on his lap, feeling his rock hard abs against her palm. She caresses him so gently, only to jump as something else pokes her in the bum.

Lost in the fantasy, Izumi too joins in on the obnoxious moans disturbing the quiet atmosphere of the department store. She slips her hand under her panties, imagining All Might taking her right then and there as she straddles him. "Oohhhh~ ffffuuuuckk~" Izumi's tongue lulls out of her mouth. her head leaning back in bliss as the heat inside her blooms. Her eyes stare at fluorescent lighting, everything blurring together... as her chest grows tight.

Izumi cums, feeling her fingers being sucked in by her own pussy, and the powerful energy that has infected her thanking her for feeding it. Her breathing grows shallow, her voice higher pitched. Each little gasp for air pumping up her chest, giving it more mass to play around with. Her eyelashes flutter, gaining more weight to them as they lengthen on her face, followed closely by her thickening lips. She pouts, a distinct 'O' shape adorning her face to show off the new green lipstick highlighting one of her many great features.

As Izumi's body is rocked with tidal waves of euphoria, her hair too begins to lengthen in response. Pushing the boundaries of the ponytail she has it in, it grows thicker and more unruly, her scalp tickling from the change outside... and the changes inside. Deep within her, as her body morphs to fit that of a true woman, so too does Izumi's mind. She can almost feel the knowledge and composure of her usual self cascading out of her ears, being replaced by fluff and a need for cock.

She leans back against the wall, utterly breathless as the orgasm fades, taking along with it her untainted self. Izumi blushes, feeling more content than she has all day, content to sit with her fingers in her snatch, rubbing along her inner walls lightly to milk as much pleasure as possible from it.

Only a couple minutes pass, barely enough time for Izumi to start coming back to reality, when a sudden playful knock comes from the door. She looks over, realizing she never locked it as it creaks open slowly, revealing two absolute sex goddesses, both even bustier than she remembers. "Heyyy Izumi~ Looks like you had some fun listening to us in there... you little voyeur~"