As he gets ready to leave for Bubble Girl/Kaoruko's place, lots of little things happen.

Izuku opened the door to his apartment, letting the stress of the day linger by the door. His mother didn't need anymore to pile up on her. He gave her enough grief as it was. He walked quickly but quietly into the house, not even taking off his shoes yet in his haste.

I know Kaoruko said it was okay to be a little late, but I really don't want to cut into our time together. It's really not fair to her at all, so I need to grab everything I need and get there as fast as possible.

Izuku nearly broke the law to get home as soon as he left school grounds, but only the thought of upsetting his very law abiding girlfriend kept him from jumping from UA to his home in a single leap. That, and Kasumi was oddly silent, so he wanted to make sure she was okay until they parted ways no too far from each others house. And that he had to go back and pick up milk because he forgot until after he parted from his childhood bully turned... something less antagonistic.

On his way home, he'd texted the various heroines of the various hero schools in Japan, asking them to figure out where he was needed and let him know in a week so that he could work out a schedule for doing his job to the best of his abilities. Though there were three other schools that could come relatively close to UA in prestige, those being Shiketsu, Seiai and Ketsubutsu, there were a lot more than just those four. Yuu, for example, had graduated from Suishin High, a school far out in farm country which was necessary to work with her quirk when she was still learning.

Shiketsu and Seiai are going to take up a lot of time, what with the former not allowing relationships between their students and the latter being an all girl's academy. Izuku shivered at the thought of what await him when he got around to visiting. It was definitely going to be tough to deal with. They're gonna be so pent up, no doubt about it. Depending on how many students they think should know about the Heroine Stud position, I might be looking at spending days at each of them.

Izuku sighed as he walked into the living room, but stopped when he saw his mother sitting on the couch, blanket draped over her. She appeared to be sleeping, but she was shivering and muttering his name. "Izuku... Izuku, my sweet baby boy... You grew up too fast..."

Izuku winced, feeling guilty for what he'd done to his mother yet again. She's really upset today. "Mom?" He softly called, wanting to know how deeply she was sleeping.

Her eyes flew wide, and she clutched the blanket close to her in apparent fright before she looked over at him, her face flushed. "Izuku!" She cried out, panting harshly.

"It's okay mom, it's just me." Izuku put his hands out, stepping in front of the couch. "Are you okay?" He asked, putting his hands on her shoulders as he knelled down. "You sounded like you were having a nightmare or something."

"N-no." She turned her eyes away from him, unable to look at him. "I... I'm okay, Izuku. Don't worry about me, please. You have to go to Bubble Girl's place tonight, right?"

"I do, but I'm not going to stop worrying about you." Izuku told his mother, putting a hand on her face. "Mom, are you getting sick? You're burning up, but you're covered up with a thick blanket!"

"I-Izuku..." His mother sniffed, eyes watering. "I'm... I'm not getting sick." She told him, trying to smile. "I just spent a little too much time in the heat today, and then I had the air conditioner on too high when I turned it on and took a little nap. I'm just glad I had the timer on, or else I really would have gotten sick!" She gave a small, stiff laugh. "Now go get ready. I'll be fine, I promise. If anything goes wrong, I'll call you as soon as I can, okay?"

Izuku looked at her for a while longer, making her squirm under the intensity of his gaze, but finally he relented. He hugged her tightly, making her squeak as he nearly pulled her off the couch and pretty much into his lap. "Alright, mom. Promise me that if you feel bad, you'll at least text me before anything else. I may not be able to answer right away, but I'll check my phone as soon as I can." He promised, getting a shaky nod from his mother.

Izuku hugged her once more before he stood up, putting the milk away before moving to his room and gathering up everything he'd need. A change of clothing including a spare uniform since he didn't plan come home that night, toothbrush, deodorant, and any remaining homework he had to work on once Kaoruka fell asleep. He knew he saw the DVD set on the living room table, but his mother was far more important in that moment.

Should I bring my weights and a spare tracksuit? Izuku asked himself, looking at the weights that sat on his bed. No, I shouldn't. I really need to make it up to Kaoruka for being late, and the best way to do that is be there when she wakes up. No going for my early morning sprint. He ignored the weights, slipping out of his school uniform into more casual clothing. Sweatpants and a shirt, though he kept his ever trusty running shoes on. It was a surprise that they'd lasted as long as they had, since before he met All Might.

Bag packed and clothing changed, Izuku went out to the living room once more, though he noticed his door had opened itself slightly. He ignored it, thinking he didn't shut it all the way. Sure enough the DVD box set was sitting on the table, alongside a case of bubbles for a relaxing soak in the tub. His mother was up and about, her face still slightly flushed but she was moving easily.

"Alright, mom, I'm going to head out now." He told her, making her nod at him. "Please, if you start feeling any worse, let me know." He moved to hug her once more.

"Izuku, wai-!" She tried to yell before he felt something roll under his foot, sending him sailing forward into the air at his mother.

CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP! Izuku called upon Incubus Fuel and forcing his energy stores to slow his perception of time and augment his body to work fast enough.

Just as his shoulder was about to collide with his mother's chest, Izuku tensed his muscles and made a fast, if tiny motion to twist his body. Trying to change his trajectory to avoid hitting her entirely would require One for All, and he really didn't want to find out what that kind of power would do to the apartment building. He moved his arms quickly to get them in position, then gently grabbed his mother so that he could pull her to his chest instead of slamming into her. He moved slowly, at least to himself. His mother was certainly seeing all of this in real time, and it must have been happening so fast. He didn't want to hurt her with the momentum change, especially when it would be so quick.

Once she was safely cradled against him, Izuku made another tiny yet powerful motion to slowly twist himself so that he'd land on his back, maybe skidding along the ground. If he hit anything, it would probably be the leg of the kitchen table. Better that then him checking his mom with his shoulder by a mile at least!

Letting go of Incubus Fuel, Izuku braced for impact as his perception of time returned to normal. But as he slid and felt himself bump into the table leg, he felt something else between his head and the table leg that wasn't just his hair. When he let his Mother free from his embrace, she was trembling and clinging to him, though her outstretched hand gave him an idea that whatever was between him and the table was because of her quirk.

"Are you okay?" He asked, slowly sitting up as his mom continued to clutch to him. "I'm really really sorry, mom." Izuku said, looking past her to what he'd stepped on in the first place. "Oh, so that's where that ball got to..." He couldn't help but glare at the spherical object, a tiny medicine ball he'd gotten months ago to help train his hand-eye coordination. Catherine, an American Heroine known as Mouse Protector and introduced by Ms. Joke in a very... memorable way, suggested he try juggling as a way of light training for such skills. He'd lost the ball months ago, and apparently it decided now was the perfect time to return home.

Looking behind him, he did see that there was a throw pillow for the chair behind him. His mother probably used her quirk to grab it when he was flying at her without him noticing. It probably got thrown over there when he moved in slow motion. He was more focused on his mother's safety than anything else.

"Mom, answer me, please." He shook her, making her crack her eyes open. "Are you okay?"

"I... I'm fine, Izuku." She let go of him slowly, sitting beside him and leaning her lower back against his hip as she took several deep breaths to calm herself. Once more she gave him a trembling smile, her face pale but otherwise showing any sign that anything was wrong. "What... what about you, sweetie? That was a bad fall."

"I'm fine mom. A little fall like that wouldn't do anything serious to me." He assured her, making her shake her head.

"Let me see your back, Izuku. I know your quirk can heal you, but at least let me make sure, please?" She asked, almost pleading. "It's... It's a mother's right to make sure her baby boy is okay, right?"

"Yeah..." Izuku nodded at the simple request. Standing, he helped his mother to her feet, checking her arms as he did to see if she had any bruises from where he wrapped his arms around her. Then, satisfied he turned around, taking his shirt off and letting his mother inspect his back. He could already feel the pull on Incubus Fuel to heal the very minor friction burns. His mother traced her hands all over his back, lightly tracing his muscles.

She probably wants to see if I flinch in pain or something. Izuku thought to himself, letting his mother run her hands all around his back. The warmth of her hands relaxed him a bit, though she was still breathing heavy. Did the fall really shake her that bad? Or is it just because she's been a bundle of nerves for months? Izuku wondered, feeling even worse than he did when he walked in and saw her taking a fitful nap.

Slowly, his mother wrapped her arms around him in a hug, leaning into him with a watery sigh. Her head was nestled into his hair, her hands just above his waist as she pulled him flush against her. "You're fine, Izuku..." She muttered. "I knew you would be, but..." She pulled herself away. "You need to get going now, Izuku. Bubble Girl's waiting for you." She began to gently push him. "Don't let your dear old mother hold you back, okay? You need to go make a lot of girls happy, and be the hero you were meant to be." She sounded like she was about to **** up in emotions, and Izuku couldn't handle the thought of having made her cry twice in one day.

Scampering away like a scared dog, Izuku quickly grabbed the DVD set and the bubble bath mix before returning to his room and grabbing both his backpack and overnight bag. More and more lately, it seemed like his presence alone was hurting his mother. It was enough to almost make him depressed, but if he got depressed his mother would feel even worse, and then he'd feel worse, then her, and so on. He couldn't let that happen, but he knew his mother would never open up to him about it, so she didn't end up making him feel bad.

"Catch twenty-two's suck..." Izuku groaned out. He couldn't think of what to do. Having any of His Girls talk to her would only make her more upset. Maybe he could have All Might explain things to her? Though he didn't want to **** his mentor into a tough position, but he honestly couldn't think of anything else to do. Maybe even his rodent principal? That could potentially work. But then again, Nezu said he was growing increasingly busy. He didn't want to put any more on the chimera's plate than he probably already did as both the next Symbol for heroics and as the Heroine Stud.

Izuku walked out of his room slowly, trying not to disturb his mother any more than he had. She was in the kitchen, sitting at the table and looking at her phone in silence, muttering quietly to herself. Izuku hesitated before he slowly crept up behind her and hugged her once more, making her stiffen up for a moment. She was looking at a picture of him, taken the first day he'd gone to UA in his uniform. He was smiling so widely in the picture the camera flash had glinted off his teeth.

"I love you Mom." He told her, his voice heavy with the weight of how much he loved her and the guilt over the pain he'd caused her in this last year. "You're the best I could have ever had. If you ever need to talk about anything, anything, please. Just let me know, and I'll be here in a flash. No matter what, I'll always be here. That's a promise from a hero and your son both." He squeezed her tightly before he let go, running from the room and their apartment.

Inko sat in the silent house, unmoving for some time before she teared up once again. "I'm a bad mother, aren't I?" She asked herself, pressing her legs together. "Most mothers would be happy that their sons grew up to be so kind and loving, to watch them leave the nest. I know I'll never have to worry about Izuku being a womanizer like some men, he makes all those women so happy and brings them all together." She felt her quirk pull on very sensitive bits of her anatomy, her hand pressing against her crotch as a sinful heat built in her core that begged to be quenched. "But... I wish he could make me happy that way too..." She bit her lip, backing out of the picture she was looking at and going to a special folder she wished she'd have the morals to delete.

Pictures of Izuku half dressed, of him naked, and more than a few of him with one of his many lovers when they stayed at the apartment instead of Izuku visiting them. It was **** for her that Izuku had grown so used to being naked that he sometimes walked around the apartment naked for short periods of time. That he'd grown so strong, so muscled and defined. She honestly couldn't help herself as she sneaked picture after picture where she could, though she always felt guilty as she looked at them night after night.

Her son was too pure, despite all the evidence pointing to the fact he should have become an egotistical deviant, to realize that he was like pure sex on legs. Her son was too kind, too loving to ever think anything wrong about her, even when it was obvious what she felt for him. Once again, he'd nearly caught her guilty pleasuring herself, imagining him taking her like He'd taken so many women. It was almost a daily occurrence at this point!

She wanted her son like no mother should, so so badly. Her quirk had only grown more erratic as time went on, every time she saw him in ways that she shouldn't. What was once just a quirk that allowed her to pull small objects to her hand had grown rapidly under her mental strain, outstripping her control. It began to do more complicated motions than just pull, and not just towards her either. Undoing towel knots, pushing open doors that were shut firmly, knocking over things so she had to bend over just as Izuku walked into a room and so much more. Barely any of it with her conscious input either! Though tonight was the first time her quirk had ever put her in any kind of harms way, pulling that medicine ball from even she didn't know where.

Inko shivered as she pulled up her skirt, having lost with will to wear panties months ago. They were constantly wet, and they just got in the way of her tending to very guilty pleasures. How Izuku hadn't noticed in so long, she didn't know. She also didn't know if she should be thankful he hadn't, or frustrated that he didn't know what he did to her without even trying!

Inko found a picture she really liked, one of Izuku coming out of his room in the morning without a single strand of clothing on. He'd been stretching when she quickly took the picture, his eyes closed as he popped his back into place. Her fingers easily found her sinful cunt as she whimpered, looking at that picture with hopeless lust and desire.

"Izuku...Izuku, forgive your filthy mother..." She whimpered as she slowly pushed her fingers into herself, her lips red and swollen as she scraped her insides gently with her nails. She could feel her quirk grabbing hold of her nipples, pulling roughly on them. "She's gone so long without someone to love as a woman that she's latched onto you." She closed her eyes, leaning forward as she imagined her own son filling her needy folds with his dick, slapping her ass in wonderful punishment for being such a horrid mother. "Seeing you with so many women, I can't stay as pure as you probably imagine me to be..." Her quirk grasped her clit, twisting it hard enough she was seeing stars on her eyelids, her knees locking up as she came in the chair, panting heavily, wishing her son were here to witness what she'd become and wishing she were a better person at the same time.

"Isn't that just gross." A female voice Inko didn't recognize said from below her. Inko's eyes flew open in panic, trying to grab her phone. She'd dropped it as she came, bringing both hands down to her soaked pussy to ride out her orgasm. But she couldn't move her hands, not even her arms or legs! They were locked close to her body in some kind of black, living jelly. "But it gives me a good idea on how to have my **** on your bastard son!" Inko went to scream, but the same sludge filled her mouth and kept her from making any sound as it flowed down her throat.

From the jelly emerged a face, which moved a tendril up to look at Inko's terrified expression. The look of pure hate, twisted up into the mockery of a smile the villain gave the green-haired mother was enough to make Inko feel ice forming in her stomach as her body slowly went numb, though not from lack of oxygen. She could easily breath, though she was hyperventilating as the ooze entered her body. She felt pure dread, her consciousness fading in the face of such terror. She probably would have passed out, probably never to wake again, if the slime hadn't **** itself to vibrate around her body, pushing into her pussy as her arms moved without her will.

"None of that now, lady. I may not be able to kill like pops does, but I prefer if my victims are awake." The face sneered, moving closer to Inko as tears rolled down her cheeks. "I love feeling them panic as I take over their bodies, leaving them to watch as I puppet them around. If you act like a good little hostage, I'll make your disgusting dream come true next time he comes home. For your sake, I hope that's tomorrow." The malevolent goo vibrated as it chuckled, pushing more of itself into her through her ass.

The elder Midoriya whimpered as more and more of her body began to become numb, hard to move. As the slime disappeared into her body through her three main holes, only a small bit of the villain remained outside her. Her mouth was filled, and she could feel the slime shifting in her body, moving all along her nerves. Inko couldn't stop crying, which her attacker seemed to find joy in.

"Hmm, yes. I love it when they cry, too..." The female slime stretched out a tendril of her body, acting like a tongue to lick up her tears. Inko wanted to move her head away from the vicious, viscous villainess, but even her neck was starting to feel the numbness of her loss of control. "Huh, these tears aren't as salty as I usually like. Do you cry often?" The slime villain cooed out. "Do you cry yourself to sleep, hands stuffed in your crotch as you whimper for you bastard baby boy to come in and fuck you like a whore? Do you cry over the fact that you're disgusting? Well, don't worry. With me at the wheel, we'll make sure your bastard knows how disgusting you are, how much you want him. We'll break up your family, like he broke up mine!"

With that, the final bits of the villain slid home into Inko. Her head felt heavy, and she was so damn dizzy as she began to move around without wanting to. All she could do was breathe and move her eyes, but everything else was out of her control.

"Hmm, you do have a nice body, I will admit." The villain spoke using her mouth, her voice. Inko's body, under no control of the woman herself, began to disrobe, inspecting itself with twitchy, jerking motions. "I think I'll like using your body for a while, whore." The smile that grew on Inko's face was certainly not something that fit. Inko could feel the pain in her cheeks at the maniacally evil smile that spread. "Let's go give it a test run, shall we? I wanna know what this baby can handle before she breaks!"