Something New...

Nearby, as Yaoyorozu reaches her final form, the rest of her **** classmates begin to rouse from their **** slumber as well. Uraraka's face scrunches, as she groans, threatening to wake up any moment... Though next to her, Izumi remains completely still, not so much as a twitch as inside, a battle brews.

"What the hell do you mean 'I can't wake up'?!" Izumi stomps her foot on the ground, a hard surface obstructed by faint pink clouds. A black void surrounds her, stretching out into nothingness, the only structure giving this place any purpose lying right in front of her. Before the bimbo, multiple faces stare down at her with disgust and disapproval, horrified that a user of One For All could be twisted into such a lewd shape.

"Come on! Ochako and I were just about to-"

One of the figures raises their hand to silence Izumi... A woman, the only other one here, the One For All bearer before All Might, Nana Shimura. She waits to speak, but sighs and stands up, finally deciding to take some real initiative. "Look, Midoriya..." She has a look of sadness on her face. "We've been watching what has happened to you. Watched as you let that horrible quirk infest your body, altering you at a dangerous level."

Izumi tilts her head, her extremely long ponytail swaying behind her. "Quirk?"

"Yes, it's sunk it's claws into you so deep you don't even realize what's happened. Look down at yourself and tell me what you see."

Izumi blinks, before looking down, only seeing her delicious mountain of cleavage staring back at her. She blushes, as a smile creeps onto her face. "Oh yeah... these totes got bigger today~"

"And you don't have an issue with that?" Shimura asks, stepping down from her chair.

"No, I don't think so..." Izumi says, cupping one breast freely. "Should I?"

Shimura walks up to Izumi and places a hand on her shoulder. The look the previous heroine gives is one of sadness, but also understanding. She sighs. "Look Midoriya. I know you're a kind soul, you're someone who's wanted to help people since the day you were born... I know that much at least has stayed with you."

Izumi's face lights up as she nods with a sudden confidence. "Mm Hmm!"

"...But..." Shimura looks down, a blush creeping onto her face as Izumi's full body fills her vision. "As long as One For All and yourself are both under this... affliction, all of us here have decided it best if you weren't able to continue out in the world, making things worse."

Izumi's face suddenly twitches, as her smile fades. "Worse? Whaddya mean?"

Shimura looks back at the other previous users, trying to find how to explain this delicately. They know that being the current user, Izumi holds most the power here, and with her unstable mental state, everyone remains silent, trying not to set the girl off. "We just- WoAHH!"

Suddenly Shimura is brought in close to Izumi as the bimbo wraps her arms around her. Shimura grunts, but can't push herself away as Izumi giggles. "I think I get it now~" She hears in her ear. "You all saw me having fun with my girlfriends and got totes jealous!"

"Ah- Wait, that's not-" Shimura tries to protest, only to be met with the plump lips of Izumi, silencing her cries.

The others in the room stand in their chairs, only now breaking their silence. They call out to Izumi to stop, that continuing down this path will only spread the curse further, but as the two's embrace continues, a crack of pink lightning shoots from between them, hitting Nana Shimura's chair and altering it, at first only changing its color, but quickly morphing it into something far more lewd, complete with a dildo and handcuffs attached.

Izumi's eyes glow pink, and Shimura feels a wave of euphoria wash over her. She melts into Izumi's sturdy embrace, feeling herself being completely overwritten as the quirk completely fuses with One For All, Izumi allowing it in with open arms. In a matter of seconds, the weathered woman's toned physique is replaced by a curvier, softer body. She moans into Izumi's mouth as she's instantly bimbofied completely.

As they separate, Shimura stumbles back on her new platform heels, her head spinning. The men in the room gasp, growing wary when they understand what has happened, and what's in store for them. Having unlocked yet another level to this power, Izumi stretches, feeling her hair finally break free from her ponytail as it falls around her shoulders. She breathes out as her IQ falls further, and her lust goes beyond what any normal human should be able to handle. Her body crackles with a pink electricity as she licks her lips and heads toward the rest of the unravaged bodies...