Instincts Taking Over

"Wha- what happened to you Izumi?" Uraraka takes a step back, dropping her backpack in concern. "You... your body..." She blushes, unable to think of what to say.

Izumi grunts, unable to fix her shirt, and eventually gives up, hanging her head low in defeat. "Ugh... I don't know what happened, it's like, I had a growth spurt or something?" She shrugs her shoulders, looking upon Uraraka for the first time as a new woman. "Bet you wish you had a growth spurt soon, huh?" She comments. "Actually... if you were just a cup size larger, it would probably help a bit with your center of balance..." Izumi gazes at her chest, suddenly able to tell what body type would fit Uraraka perfectly for combat.

Uraraka swallows hard, and looks around, making sure no one is here to see this. "Oh Izumi, whatever happened, we can't let anyone see you like this, let me try to help..." She walks up, putting her hand on the girl's shirt as she tries pulling it from a different angle. She uses all her might, the bimbo in awe at her cute face, but ultimately the dress shirt ends up being too tough. "Hah..." Uraraka breathes heavily. "Maybe... we can go get you a new shirt before class... I don't have much, but I think if I scrounge through the couch cushions in the dorms we could get enough..."

Izumi smiles weakly, her breasts tingling from the touch of Uraraka. The proposition seems nice, but for some reason, a pleasant heat has begun to radiate in her tummy, and all she can focus on is the girl's cute face... "You think we have time Ochako?" She says, never blinking away from staring into her eyes.

"Yeah, there's a laundromat nearby that sells old clothes people left there for really cheap... Oh and don't worry about the quality, they clean them and-" Suddenly Izumi wraps her arms around the girl, embracing her with a giggle.

"Thanks! You're so sweet..."

Uraraka blushes, hard. She gasps, her body growing stiff before slowly softening up. She's always had a crush on Izumi... and while the two have become great friends, she's never really told her how she feels. She's never thought of herself as a lesbian, never had feelings for another girl but, right now, the smell of her hair is intoxicating.

The hug lasts a few moments before they separate, Uraraka looks stunned, but brushes her hair back and smiles. "Your hair smells good... kinda like sour apple..."

*giggle* "Thanks, it's probably just my conditioner."

Uraraka laughs, as if anything else would make her hair smell that way... She looks down at her feet, unable to think of what else to say, until Izumi speaks up again, this time in a lower tone.

"Hey Ochako..." Her voice grows breathy, the heat inside her growing stronger. "We're friends right?"

The girl can feel herself melting right there on the spot, a shiver running up her spine. "y-yeah..." Her mind runs wild with possibilities of what she's about to hear come from Izumi's mouth, yet none of them are enough to prepare her as she's suddenly met with the soft emerald lips of her crush.

Izumi leans in, her thighs rubbing together needily as her tongue invades Uraraka's mouth. She's been so horny today, and without a release, this only fuels the flames of her desire. Uraraka feels like she's gonna faint, her knees growing weak. Fireworks go off in her brain, until the heavy lip contact is severed, Izumi barely able to pull back. "Oh... I'm sorry, fuck! I shouldn't have-" She rambles, her pink eyes frantically darting back and forth. "I've just been so horny lately and-"

Uraraka sinks to her knees, her brain broken from the act. She's stunned, unable to move as her lips tingle... She looks up, the sight of such a beautiful woman worrying over her of all people, as if it wasn't the best thing to ever happen to her. She smiles, looking down, and only now noticing how short her skirt looks. "Izumi..." She says softly, the tingling from her lips spreading deeper inside herself. "Your panties... I can... I can see..."

Everything grows hazy, as Uraraka reaches up, her hand brushing against her own chest. Unaware of her own actions, the tingling inside her grows warm, spreading to every corner of her body. She squeezes her chest... feeling it push back as her breasts expand. The sight of those beautiful thighs... knowing what desirable prize sits behind those panties. Her hair grows out, gaining mass, yet barely growing any longer. She giggles to herself, the fireworks previously going off in her brain now seeming real, as their explosions put little holes in there, holes that fill with pink clouds.

Uraraka feels her ass, her already sizeable prized asset pushing against her calves as she kneels, so lowly in comparison to the goddess standing before her. The heat inside her dissipates, and she's left moaning and fondling her chest, which suddenly feels so tight in her uniform.

"Ochako? Ochako!" Izumi yells, finally gaining the attention of her friend. Having to control her own urges, she didn't notice the sudden shift in Uraraka's demeanor, and wanting to distract herself from the heat in her pussy, she stands up from the desk, reaching out to give her bestie a hand. "Did you still wanna go to the Laundromat?"