She licks it

Without thinking, Inko reached out, dipped a finger in the strange substance, and licked it.

She then immediately did it again, because whatever it was was delicious.

After greedily consuming all of it she could from the puddle, she still wished she could have some more. The smell was still in the air, but as she searched, any more of the substance had dried into bedsheets or tissues.

Her fever had officially become too much to ignore- as her body heated up all over, she collapsed onto Izuku’s bed.

Why did I do that? She wondered. What was tha…

As the virus spread within her, her heat changed- to a different kind of ‘heat’, that is. A full-body tingling sensation drove her almost to orgasm, before it concentrated in her crotch.

Feeling her clit engorge, Inko came- and her transformation sped up.

Her clit grew at prodigious rates- three inches, four, five without stopping or slowing down, eventually petering off at nine inches, having turned into a full penis.

The feeling of it rubbing against the mattress was almost enough to get her to cum again.

Then her balls grew in.

Her plumbing finally all hooked up, she came again- and this time, a spurt of semen came with it.

What… is this like what happened to Izuku? Am I going to turn into a man?

And why did the smell suddenly get stronger?

Sitting up and looking down at her overstretched, crotch-stained mom jeans, with the tiniest bit of white cum leaking through at the tip of her new dick, she realized what the substance was.

That was- I ate- Izuku’s-

And, unable to stop herself, she leaned in for a taste of her own.

-

Some time later, Izuku returned home. She had gotten a few new outfits, but most of them were the plainest things she could find that still fit. A lot of sweatpants and T-shirts. She hadn’t even taken much of a look at the underwear section- she wasn’t ready for that yet. Luckily, her breasts supported themselves- she had no clue how buying or wearing bras worked.

“Mom, I’m home. Mom?”

But Inko didn’t respond.

Going to put away her new clothes, Izuku heard strange noises coming from her room.

Looking inside, Izuku saw something that answered two questions and raised several more.

Her mother was in her room.

Jacking off.

A number of conflicting emotions ran through Izuku, seeing her mother like this. Confusion(what happened?), a bit of disgust (that’s her mom), and, strongest of all, lust.

Dropping the bag of new clothes, Izuku strode forward as if pulled by her dick, almost magnetically attracted to her mother’s hole. Inko, for her part, didn’t notice her, so enthralled with the new sensations she was

[feeling.

At

](http://feeling.At) least until Izuku dropped her pants and shoved her dick into her mother’s ass. She definitely noticed then.

“Aah- Izuku?”

“Mom!”

As the two futa stayed there, Izuku thrusting into her transformed mother, she felt herself grow again. Her B-cups began swelling into C-cups, and every thrust into Inko’s ass seemed to go ever so slightly deeper- something the older woman appreciated if her screams of lust were anything to go by.

After a few minutes of rutting, both were near climax. Inko, unfamiliar with the sensations her penis afforded, was first, as her inaugural load splattered across her daughter’s

[chest.

As

](http://chest.As) this happened, her ass grew even tighter, the added stimulation bringing Izuku to climax as well.

For a few minutes, the two just sat there, basking in the afterglow, before Izuku’s senses returned to her.

“Oh, god, what have I done? It’s bad enough I infected my mom with whatever’s happening to me, but then I fucked her? What’s wrong with me?”

Pulling out, Deku ran out of her room and into her mother's.

“Izuku, wait!”

Standing up on wobbly legs, Inko followed her daughter. “I- I don't know what's happened to us, but it's not your fault. Nothing is wrong with you. You're just- reacting to extraordinary circumstances. Whether this is someone else's Quirk, or your own suddenly awakening- I love you, no matter what.”

Tears began to fall from both futa’s eyes.

“R-really?”

“I promise.”