Naughty Girl...

Scrambling to her feet, Hitori tries to hide the cum dripping down her leg. Kirishima standing confidently next to her, she tries to step in front of him, hiding erection from view. "Eraser... this really isn't what it looks like!" She puts her well manicured hands up, shaking her head to try and convince her Sensei.

Aizawa scowls at the two, gripping his scarf as he hesitates to make a move. "You weren't careful enough..." He says, venom in his voice. "You're affected too..."

Hitori's eyes go wide at his words, only now realizing the weight of what's happened with the afterglow of her orgasm fading. She looks down at herself, her disheveled uniform, and her large tits staring back at her. "No- Well I guess... shit. But it's okay!" She tries to reason. "I'm still me! Still the same Shinso! See how I'm in control, and NOT jumping on you to fuck me?" Her crude words cause her argument to crumble, she smiles shakily, hoping that against all odds, Eraser Head will trust her... But with Kirishima poking himself against her skirt, she starts to wonder if she can be trustworthy.

With a sigh, their teacher lunges forward, throwing his scarf at Kirishima, hoping to take out the stronger target. "Sorry Shinso, but you're too far gone to trust-" He says under his breath, only to suddenly freeze in place, his scarf flopping limply onto the grass.

Hitori shakes violently, her hands out in front of her to try and block the attack. Though once nothing comes, she musters up the courage to look on... Before her, the pro hero Eraser Head sits limply, his arms at his sides, his eyes white as he sports a blank expression. She sighs deeply, realizing it worked... her quirk, the power to brainwash and control those that answer her questions. In a last ditch effort, she activated it in hopes of getting out of her punishment... and it worked.

"Sensei..." She mutters under her breath. "I'm sorry..."

Suddenly, Kirishima pats the girl on the back, his vote of confidence reassuring as Hitori grapples with what she just did. "Good shit! See? You're always selling yourself short Hito!" He booms, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

Hitori blushes, leaning into the hunk of a man that just fucked her into bimbohood. His words feel good, inflating her rapidly intensifying ego. She smiles lightly, before giggling to herself. "Yeah, I guess I do..." Staring at Eraser Head gives her a strange feeling in her stomach. Her Sensei, the one that helped her personally join 1-A... She just betrayed him, froze him in place to save her own ass. It was the act of a selfish teen, scared that their parent caught them being promiscuous, at least it felt that way... It was something so horrible, yet with Kirishima rubbing her back tenderly, whispering in her ear, she doesn't feel about about it.

Giggling louder, Hitori plays into the new self centered pleasure running through her. "Yeah! Take that Eraser!" She looks up to Kirishima for approval, beaming when he laughs with her. He pushes her further, continues dragging her down from her own standards, promising the irresistible pleasure of bimbohood... if she just sticks with him.

"Hey, you wanna get out of here and wait until all this blows over?" Kirishima asks.

Hitori thinks for a moment before nodding, the fact that simply waiting may not end this affliction never crossing her mind. "Yeah... I don't wanna have to do that to anyone else."

Kirishima turns to exit the other side of the tent, expecting Hitori to follow, but when she doesn't he turns back, an eyebrow raised. "You okay babe?"

Hitori bites her lip, looking at Eraser Head, then back to Kirishima. "Yeah just..." Another thought has popped into her mind, one that's even dirtier than simply freezing her father figure. Hearing police yell something in the distance, she finally caves, moving from her spot. "Shit, fine!" Rushing to Eraser Head, Hitori snaps her fingers and orders him to drop his pants. On command, his body listens, unbuckling himself and revealing himself to Hitori. Looking down at his dick, she blushes when she realizes he has an erection. "Ooh~ Eraser!" She acts surprised, before leaning down and kissing the tip. "Who knew you were such a horndog!" She finishes, standing back upright and turning back towards Kirishima.

She giggles mischievously, rushing out of the tent with her new partner in crime. "That's for trying to hurt me!" She yells, sticking her middle fingers up as the two run off into the night.

Back in the tent, Aizawa remains frozen, the minutes ticking by as Hitori's poison kiss infects his body. He watches helplessly as a heat blooms within him... His body expands, his stubble on his face growing thicker. His weathered body, weakened from all the fights he's found himself in, toughens up, the scars fading and his muscles expanding, giving him once more the gifts of his youth. Eventually, after his dick grows and throbs against the cool wind, his body is overwhelmed with enough sensation to knock him out of the trance. He gasps and falls to the ground, looking at his hands with shock as soon as he gains autonomy of his own body. "What the fuck..."