Notebook x Mha

Life was good for the aspiring hero-to-be. Kyoka Jiro grew up in a happy home. Her two parents were always supportive of her dreams and desires, helping her to become the person she was today. The punk-rock girl was currently jogging through a park nearby her home, training for the upcoming physical exam at U.A. university. It was the college all aspiring heroes wished to go to.

As she jogged around a bend of the park, Kyoka noticed a glint over in the grass. She opted to go check it out as a way of taking a breather. Her feet took her close to it, then she started to instantly feel confused. It was a fancy looking notebook that had caught her eye, and after picking it up and opening it to try and find who it belonged to, Kyoka would see some absurd rules on the inside of it.

The notebook claimed that it could alter reality in anyway its writers desired. There were very little limitations to it, it seemed. To write a 'rule' into the notebook, you would have to start with 'Old:' or 'New:'. Old basically meant that everyone would perceive the rule as if it had been in place before they had been born, whereas New would mean that the rule would be perceived as if happening within the past decade. The exact time could be dictated in the rulebook it seemed.

"Well that's a load of bull. No way this is real. It'd be killer if it was, but that'd be absurd. This would practically be a quirk in of itself."

That being said, the notebook did have a mechanical pencil tucked into it. There would be no harm in trying it out, right? If it was so absurd and was bound to fail, it'd be fine to write out a fantasy of hers. So, with fingers that were at the same time hoping for the best yet expecting nothing to happen, Kyoka wrote in the notebook.

'Old rule: Most of the world is born as a futanari, while the minority are female.'

After writing down the rule, Kyoka expected to feel something happen. She expected to find herself struggling to wear her yoga pants due to a fat bulge now residing at her crotch, yet there was nothing. If it had worked, then that would mean that she had stayed as a female. No need to get my hopes up, there's no way this worked. Time to go home.

Kyoka kept the notebook simply because she figured she would get rid of such a useless thing. Or, at the very least, use it as her personal notebook since it did seem rather fancy. On her way home though, Kyoka would notice a few things. Firstly, she didn't see a man at all as she walked. That was most definitely unusual, but the other thing she spot was even weirder. A lot of the women she was walking past seemed to have a bulge in the front of their pants. It was hard to be certain, it could just be her mind working against her, hoping that her biggest kink had just been made real.

It couldn't be real. Absolutely no way. Kyoka continued to hurry home, eager to deal with her depraved thoughts by aggressively finger-fucking herself in her bed. Once she got home, the hero-to-be quickly started to head upstairs to her room, but was stopped halfway by her mother.

Kyoka took after her mom, Mika, in a lot of ways. They both had the same dark purple hair color, had a similar haircut, and had ear jacks as their quirk. Kyoka had not developed as pronounced breasts as her mother though, and she also didn't wear as professional clothing as her mother. Most of Kyoka's attention was focused directly at the front of Mika's tight pencil skirt, because there was an unmistakable bulge traveling down it.

Mika spoke first, unaware of the drastic change to her body. "Sorry sweetie, didn't mean to get in your way. Did you have a good run?"

Kyoka, finding herself blushing profusely, struggled to respond. "Y-Yeah mom, it was fi-"

Mika tutted and placed a finger over Kyoka's lips to silence her daughter. "Kyoka, sweetie, I'm not 'mom'. I'm mommy to you. I'm the futa of the house, after all. Kyotoku is who you call mom or mother. Understood?"

Kyoka was wholly unable to stop her face from burning darker, even her earjacks started to turn red. Her moth- her mommy had never teased her like this before. "M-My bad, mommy, j-just got swept up in my thoughts."

With that, Mika stepped out of the way for Kyoka to walk past, a smile on the parents lips. Kyoka hurried into her room and closed the door, tossing the notebook over to her bed. Oh my god, it actually works. No fucking way! That's insane- that's impossible! It shouldn't work!