A Change of Perspective

Standing there, leaning against one another, Mina and Hagakure giggle at the sight of their friend, slumped in her seat, the wetness from her pussy dripping from her fingers as she blushes with embarrassment. "Ooh~" Mina steps inside, her eyes locked onto Izumi's chest. "Did you stuff your bra? That's such a good look for you~"

Izumi blinks in confusion, before looking down, catching a face full of her enhanced rack. "Wha- Wait why are they so big...?"

"It's the lighting." Hagakure says matter of factly.

Mina nods proudly, pointing a manicured finger to the fluorescent bulb flickering above them. "Oh totally, bad lighting always makes tits look bigger."

"But..." Izumi's brow furrows. "What about... your hair and... since when was Toru so busty?" She weakly points to the blossoming bimbos, only now realizing her nails seem to have been painted over with a dark green color. "Ah! And my nails?"

The girls giggle, Mina rolling her eyes and leaning in, grabbing Izumi's arm. "It's fine 'Zumi! We don't need a reminder of how hot you are, let's go pay and get out of here!"

As the girls gather their stuff and make it to the front of the store, the energy within them bides its time. Having freshly turned all three of them, it grows dormant once again, it's power depleted for the time being. Though, it still remains within them, a timer restarting as it begins the process of growing stronger within them once again, hoping to gift them with an even more potent version of its gift.

Across town, on the furthest edges of the city, a small police station harbors the source of all the fluffy seductive magic flowing through the girls. A body filled to the brim with its own creation, the villain D-Stress is behind bars, staying out her sentence for starting such a chain of events.

"Hm... You couldn't find an ID on her?" An officer looks at the woman's files, walking down the hall with his partner.

"No, and she won't give us a name. Just keeps calling herself by her 'villain name'.

"Gotcha, well, whoever she is she must have one hell of a lawyer... Just got a call, her sentence has been shortened. She'll be free to go in a little less than a week."

The officers turn a corner, their uniforms unusually tight against their toned bodies. "Well that's a damn shame... I've only had one go at her so far. Maybe I'll get next once she's done with the rookie."

Just ahead of the two lies an open cell, the sound of grunting and womanly screams echoing from within. They casually stroll over, setting the paperwork aside as they watch their new hire finally get his turn with her.

D-Stress moans out, bouncing her fat ass on the cop's lap. He groans, holding onto her hips, struggling from blowing his load into her right then and there. His teeth clench, a depraved grin on his face. "Hey not bad rookie..." One cop laughs. "Bet she's glad she landed here and not with those stuck up guards at Tartarus huh? What do you say slut, you happy being here with us?"

D-Stress giggles, closing her hands into fists as her body twitches, her ravenous movement on the cop's cock growing more needy. "Ah- Uh huh!~ So happy~"

The energy from her quirk has infested the place, its magic swirling within the police officers, helping them grow into proper vessels to satisfy its creator. Already having felt its transformative power, the officers are blinded by their lust, simply happy to have a low risk inmate they can have some fun with.

Around them, the other inmates groan, annoyed at the sounds they've had to endure for the past few hours. Though as the cop said, at least this place beats Tartarus...