Calming Down With Mama's Milk...

Later, Izumi huffs as she slams open the front door to her home. She can't believe they ALL got away from her... and having to leave the scene like that? Those villains should be the ones that have to pay for the damages, not her... If the laws were different, maybe she would've stuck around to file a police report. Ducking down enter, she waits impatiently for the rest of her group to follow. Laughing at a stupid joke, Uraraka and Mina come through, passing Izumi and making themselves at home, plopping down on the couch as they watch videos on Uraraka's phone.

Peeking her head out the door, Izumi's frustrated face softens, watching her mother drag her feet as she still grapples with the changes to her body. as she finally comes in, Izumi shuts the door behind her and smiles, putting a hand softly on Inko's shoulder. "You okay mom?"

Inko looks over at Izumi's friends and sighs, taking a seat on the chair nearby. "I dunno..." She drags a hand across her cheek, rubbing her fingers together, feeling the gritty sensation of makeup that wasn't there this morning. "Feeling kinda light-headed I guess..."

Giggling like a couple of bimbos, Mina and Uraraka chime up. "Is that a bad thing?" Uraraka asks. "I've been spacy for a couple days... feels good~"

Her face somber, Inko looks to Izumi. "Darling, please tell me UA is working on fixing this..."

Izumi blinks, and tilts her head. "Hm? Fix? Why would we-"

"Oh there's no fixing us Miss Midoriya~" Mina purrs, arching her back as she leans back into the couch. "From now on, you're the proud mama of a grade-A amazonian whore!"

Izumi gives Mina a **** stare, but shrugs, unable to really deny the claim. "It just feels so... you don't understand yet."

The room falling into silence for a moment, Inko looks to the ground before speaking up. "I think I do..."

Mina and Uraraka both smirk, egging Inko on in unison. "Ooooh~ Do tell~"

The older woman sighs, blushing profusely as she folds her arms, trying to keep her sweater from slipping off her shoulders. "Back at the cafe, when that villain used her quirk... When I saw you fighting..." She looks up to Izumi. "I couldn't look away, my body it... it felt kinda nice..." Izumi blushes, walking over to sit down, never breaking eye contact with her mom. "Seeing my daughter so grown, hell I've never been so proud of you..." She smiles, rubbing the back of her neck. "And you did look good baby... I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a hand-"

Izumi stops Inko's speech, placing a hand onto her's. Without looking away, Izumi flexes her arm, activating her quirk and pumping a static shock of electricity into her mom. "Wha- What are you doing?" Inko asks, but remaining perfectly still.

"Mom... this energy... it changed me... did something to my brain..." Izumi starts. "I'm not that smart girl you used to know anymore. But... These last few days, fuck..." Izumi rubs her thighs together, watching as her mom blushes deeper. "Fuck, Mina's right~" Leaning in, Izumi closes her eyes and puckers her lips. "I'm such a fucking whore mom~" She whispers, before locking lips with Inko, her gargantuan body pressing down on the barely bimbofied woman.

Cheering and pumping her fist in the air, Mina leans back and spreads her legs, licking her fingers before snaking them down to have some real fun. Beside her, Uraraka stands up, biting her lip as if having something she'd like to include in the conversation.

As the two kiss, Izumi feels up Inko's body. Despite having changed already, the years of body fat build-up remains, at least a bit. She squeezes Inko's tummy, giving her excess skin a playful pinch, before moving her hand up. As she does, she feels her quirk working. The small zap she shot into Inko's hand, it spreads inside her, causing that body fat to begin to fade. Izumi continues to shove her tongue into Inko's mouth, her hand groping her growing tits. "Fuck, why didn't we do this years ago~" She thinks.

As Inko's body shifts, becoming curvy rather than plump, she opens her eyes, allowing Uraraka and Mina to watch the green hue fade from her eyes, as they turn bright pink. She moans into Izumi's mouth, looking up at the ceiling as she feels her hair bun give way. Her luscious locks fall past her shoulders, tickling her now bare shoulders as her sweater begins to fall off her thin body.

As Izumi handles Inko's tits, the pleasure she feels that had been intensifying by the second suddenly turns to pain. She winces, and pulls back, worried Izumi might have damaged something. "Mm- Ow fuck!" She hisses, pushing away from Izumi.

"Something wrong?" Izumi asks playfully, her eyes locked on her mom's new puffy lips.

Her transformation solidifying, Inko's mind finishes its changes, leaving her content with what just happened. Yet her face shows a different story... Looking down, she tries to find the source of a sudden pain in her breasts. "No... well, maybe? My tits, they feel... ugh so much pressure~"

Suddenly, everyone is left stunned as Inko groans. Her sweater... the last clinging fabric only covering the tips of her newly engorged nipples, begins to darken. Slowly, drops of liquid begin to leak through and fall, splattering on the floor below. Inko quickly stands up, wobbling under her shifted weight, she leans forward, trying to figure out what's happening.

Mina giggles feverishly in the back, only enjoying this show more and more. "Oh hell yeah! You got some titty milk Miss Midoriya~"

Inko stares in disbelief... She thought that she had dried up... ever since Izumi got older she-

Izumi leans in, pinching Inko's nipple through her sweater. Arching her back, Inko moans, and sinks back onto the couch. "Oh fuck~" She trembles, feeling her milk squirt out wildly, forming a small puddle beneath her. Shakily looking down, she tries to warn Izumi. "Dear- The... the puddle..."

Izumi smirks, sinking to her knees as she pulls Inko's sweater down fully, revealing her beautiful mommy milkers. "Don't worry mom~ I got it~" She says caringly, before leaning in and latching onto the milk fountain.

Still waiting patiently, Uraraka shifts her wait back and forth on her toes, worried as she tries to find a way to enter the conversation. "Miss Midoriya I... I need to-"

"Mmm... You need to come over here and help your girlfriend drain these tits?" Inko purrs, the euphoria of feeding her baby pushing her mind further into its debaucherous state.

Uraraka gulps, before nodding. "Y-Yeah..." She walks over, joining Izumi as she sucks on Inko's breast. Immediately she notices just how sweet it is... making her feel... "Oh fuck~" She lets go to catch her breath, noticing just how hot she's feeling. "Miss Midoriya~" Uraraka closes one eye, trying to keep her thoughts straight as her mind clouds over further.

Already in absolute heaven, Izumi doesn't hear a word Uraraka says... Just like back in the club, the air becoming a powerful aphrodisiac. When she boosted her mom... she might've added a little something... "Mmm~" She purrs, sucking more and more as her tense body relaxes, her free hand reach down to tease her folds.

Unable to wait any longer, Uraraka grabs Izumi's hand and opens wide. "Miss Midoriya can I please have your blessing to marry your daughter!" She shouts quickly, before the lust begins to consume her mind. Inko looks surprised, her mouth agape at the sudden revelation. "It's just..." Uraraka tries to get out, slowly leaning in closer for more of Inko's milk. "I've loved her for so long... and now that... we're actually dating... I..." She trails off, latching on once more, her mind going blank, her thoughts consumed by the need to suckle.

Inko purrs, placing her hands on the girls' heads. "Oh babies, of course~ I'd love nothing more than to see my girl marry such a nice young slut~"

Back on the couch, Mina lays back, cheering and clapping. "Wooo! You go Ochako! 'Zumi!