MHA ("Cinderella, She Seems So Easy)

A perverted villain and a heroic sacrifice leave Momo with an arrow to the heart that's turned her chest into one intense erogenous zone and turned her hysterically addicted to using it. Between some boys wanting to get a ride and Kyoka's mix of survivor's guilt and breast envy, will Momo's quarantine be recognized and respected at all?

Cinderella, She Seems So Easy

"Are you actually mad at what I'm doing, or are you mad you can't get a boy to pay attention to you?" Anteros laughed and fluttered around in the air, wings leaving sparkles of choking glitter in his path. "Maybe because you're so flat and boys just ignore you look at Busty Miss Princess over there."

"Will you shut up!" Kyoka hurled another sonic blast toward the villain. A runty little cherub-looking creep with a pair of wings and a bow, the cupid-themed Anteros was causing her a massive headache. He was one of several villains she, Momo, Sero, Denki, and Shoto were trying to take down, and it was probably a tactical mistake to put a girl with sound-based powers up against an airborne enemy, but even more infuriating was how he kept acting. "I don't care what you have to say, creep, you're messing with peoples' heads, and it's not out of some 'love' bullshit, it's because you're a pervert!"

She did have Momo backing her up, at least. "Don't let him get in your head." She had a shield up in one hand and a crossbow in the other, firing from behind the shield to try and clip his wings.

"I'm not letting him get in my head!" Kyoka shouted. It was a lie, because she was absolutely tense trying to deal with the mockery and the preying on her insecurities while she tried hard to shut him down. "Ugh, I'll circle around and get him. Hold him down, I want to shut him down and make him fucking pay."

"Wait, don't--" Momo tried to stop Kyoka from leaving the safety of her shield, but it was already too late. Kyoka was in a sprint, rushing around and circling to try and get a different angle to shoot at him from, and Momo was supposed to hold him down, but she saw her friend's impulsive panic and knew it was a problem, barging forward and throwing herself out from the protection that got in her way.

It was just what Anteros wanted, the opportunity presenting itself to snipe her down. He kept weaving around her shots from below, laughing his way through this and let her turn herself around before he fired off his energy arrow. He shot it right for Kyoka's chest, firing off a single shot with flawless aim. She was mid-turn when he shot it forward, knowing she wasn't going to seer it in time to stop it.

But Momo was already running. "Kyoka!" she shouted, barging forward and flinging herself around, leaping upward and turning around with her shield held high t protect her friend from the arrow she knew would have otherwise sank right into her chest. There was one problem: Momo's shield wasn't fully capable of dealing with Anteros's energy-based arrows; they penetrated half an inch or so out of the back of her shield, partially sinking in and still providing a danger. It was a danger Momo tempted with a rooted stance and holding her shield out, but with her body compeltely in the air, she had no leverage or grounding to hold the shield out, making the arrow's impact enough to fight against her hands in this poor stance and forcing it flush against her chest.

Momo let out a mad scream as the arrow pierced its way into her chest, right between her breasts. Not deep, but she screamed like it was, howling in a hysterical, blood-curdling terror that awoke something fierce inside of Kyoka. She realized what happened immediately, that Momo took that arrow for her, and she responded with a scream of her own, a much angrier one, and she lashed out. Still plugged in to her amplifiers, she moved not to fire off a short burst of sound, but instead to send out a massive wall of it, her heartbeat throbbing out of her amplifiers and sending waves of energy

too broad for him to fly through, his wings tossed about and pushed around enough to make him immediately crash to the ground.

The noise drew the attention of the boys, who had taken out the other villains and were rushing their way to help the girls anyway. Shoto saw Momo lying limp on the ground and bolted toward her, while Sero and Denki made their move on Anteros, with tape lashing out to wrap him up and Denki coming crashing down with electric blows to the villain. The boys moved in anger, one of their own clearly injured and a sense of complete terror consuming them.

Kyoka was breathless and terrified as she held onto Momo. "Are you okay?' she asked, trying to nudge and rouse her into responding, terrified by the way Momo didn't say much.

"I'm--I'm fine." Momo winced. "I feel dizzy." Her head spun, and she pulled the shield up, the arrow leaving her and provoking a mad gasp. There was no flesh wound there. Her cleavage was immaculate, skin untouched. Not even a scratch. "Just need a minute."

"What happened?" Shoto asked, throwing himself down to a hunched, kneeling position over Momo. "The cops will be here soon, we got the others. Is Momo okay?"

"She took the arrow for me. I think she's okay? The damage might just be psychological. I can't tell." Kyoka looked over to Anteros. The commotion of hero fights was drawing a crowd and police officers were rushing over. "Keep watch over her." She marched over, jolting up to her feet and throwing herself as Anteros, who was now all tied up in tape and clearly a twitching, confused mess thanks to the shocks from Denki. He was a wreck, but that wasn't punishment enough for Kyoka's satisfaction. She barged forward and, as the villain tried to raise his head, she took a good, hard swing at his jaw and jerked his head around. "What the fuck did you do to her? What was that arrow?"

Anteros just laughed. "I felt sorry for the flat girl standing next to her friend being embarrassed, so I was going to help you even the odds and find some boys who liked you.

"You were trying to give me bigger tits?" she screamed, and she decked him again. "You pervert! You absolute fucking creep!"

Sero looked over to Momo, lying there worn down, and in particular over at her huge, absolutely perfect breasts. "But Momo's breasts aren't any bigger. What will it do to her?"

He laughed out again. "I have no idea., but I guess you'll get to find out!" That got him another blow across the jaw, and finally, the police rushed in, shouting and trying to pull the hero off of the harmless villain.

Over by the side, Momo lay a complete wreck, staring up at Shoto, her voice babbling its way through her delirium. something inside of her was weird. Deeply wrong and strange and fascinating, and she could barely grasp these attentions and pressures. "S-Shoto?" she asked. "Nn, you're... Hi!"

"Hi, Momo." He placed a hand on the back of her head to see if she had a fever, for lack of any other idea of what to do to help her. Momo seemed like an absolute mess too delirious for thought. "Are you feeling okay?" he wanted to figure out how he could help her, hearing her out and paying close attention to the ways she seemed so utterly shocked.

"I feel cold," she whined. Her hands reached up toward where the pain radiated from, and as her

fingers brushed over the flawless, unscratched shin, a ripple of pure euphoria washed over her, one that made her gasp out in heat and excitement, pure panic taking hold now of her body. Her eyes widened, and she didn't think about it as she sought more, rubbing harder at that spot. "There's no wound," she said, fingers tracing up and down her cleavage, drifting in closer and feeling more of that tingling pleasure. "Mm, it feels so good." She shut her eyes tightly, spine arching upward. "Shoto, why does it feel so good?"

"What feels good?" he asked. This was weird, and he didn't know how to respond to it, but the growing tension and weirdness left him growing slowly more certain, against all of his concern, that something here was very, very wrong. This was all very sudden, all very abrupt, and none of it made a clear lot of sense to him.

"My breasts," she moaned. Panting, ragged, Momo clung to him tightly. "I want you to use them." She jolted upright in a shock, grabbing hold of Shoto tightly. "Mm, I need to give you a titfuck."

"Momo, you aren't making any sense." Shoto tried to urge her to lie back down. "We have medical support coming, you should lie down."

But Momo found a burst of strength and sudden fire, grabbing Shoto and dragging him onto the floor, pulling his pants away abruptly and undoing her own clothes, sliding her hero uniform off of her shoulders to expose her very ample breasts with one hand and yanking out his cock with another. "I said I need to do this!" she gasped, grabbing his dick and slapping it down onto her breasts. The eruption of pure satisfaction washed over her, moaning ecstasy coming crashing down onto her. "Just relax. This is for you, Shoto! This is all for you." She wrapped her breasts around his cock and started working. "Your big cock deserves to be embraced in pillowy, perfect tits, and I deserve to get off on giving you that!"

Shoto wanted to fight her off, but the pleasure and shock of these wild fantasies suddenly coming so true without warning or reason held him back, made him hesitate in ways that deeply embarrassed Shoto, but he didn't make it stop. he watched her go, jerking her chest up and down his cock, her perfect breasts working him over with such abrupt and fiery excitement that he felt powerless against all of it, left aching and twisting on the ground in need and desire. This was too much, and he didn't know how to make it stop, unsure how to push Momo away and unsure if he really wanted to. It was excess in the most insane of ways, and he fell deep victim to it all.

All the noise and commotion made the others turn their heads to finally see what was going on, and none of them were ready for the shocking sight of Momo stripped bare and giving Shoto a titfuck. "Momo!" Kyoka, Denki, and Sero all shouted at once, but not exactly for the same reasons. The sight of Momo hunched over Shoto and jerking her chest along his cock provoked wildly different reactions from them, with the boys barely able to hide their growing erections. The crowd was paying a lot more attention to Momo working ravenously along Shoto's cock than they were paying attention to the arrest, which provoked Kyoka's move, throwing herself over to it and trying to shield Momo from the eyes of onlookers, frightened by whatever was happening to her but trying to protect her dignity as best she could.

There wasn't much point in that. People were staring, phones already out to record it, and Momo wasn't concerned with her dignity at all. "That feels so good!" she gasped, working her tits up and down Shoto's cock in a blistering rush of madness and heat, twisting through these weird pleasures and the passions that tore her thoughts apart. She was dizzy and needy and pushing sloppily in against the wild commotion with little semblance of thought, and she was so much louder in her

moans than she should have been for something like this.

Momo didn't understand how, but she was being consumed by the ravenous, reckless thrill of so much more pleasure than she knew how to deal with, stumbling her way into panic and wishing she had the focus and the clarity to make any real sense of it. Rubbing his cock between her breasts felt incredible, sending waves of shuddering euphoria rushing through her body, and she didn't want it to stop, craving these pleasures and craving everything that this offered her. It was a mess of passion, a desire and a greed growing stranger by the second, and she was utterly unable to comprehend any of it. There felt like so much to have to fumble her way through here, too many weird thrills and pressures and panics all at once to navigate, but she felt emboldened and ready, throwing herself mindlessly into all of it without any hesitation.

Every throb of his cock within her cleavage made Momo throw her head back. "Your cock feels so nice," she whined, heaving against him with vigor and desperation so deranged and wicked that she could barely make sense of all of it. "Do I feel good? Please tell me it feels good."

Squirming on the floor in utter confusion and having no idea how to process this pleasure, Shoto felt a bit too stunned to say anything. "Feels good," he said, confused to the point of utter fascination, unable to respond with much more while receiving these relentless attentions and the pleasures they offered. He felt lost to this pleasure now, felt like he was losing this fight, and he just let Momo keep heaving atop him, working him over and giving in to the weirdest of pleasures, not knowing how to keep his head on straight but loving every second of her attention and her affection. It felt good, wearing him down more, leaving him content to accept this place and catch his breath after fighting.

Momo kept heaving along, throwing herself into this and accepting needy, hazy desires that pushed her limits harder, that made her feel absolutely fascinated by all of this building, bubbling excitement. It was too much to grasp, and she tried her best to focus her thoughts and steady them while shaking her way through the weirdness of it, eyes narrowing and a sense of complete fascination taking her, pulling her deeper, everything becoming a drowning madness she couldn't make sense of. People were filming her, but she wasn't paying any attention to that, hastily tending to Shoto with the burning desperation of someone who didn't care what anyone saw or thought of her.

All she understood was pleasure more satisfying and draining than anything she had ever experienced before, struggling to make heads or tails of the wild pleasures that brought her deeper. She chased it all harder, throwing herself into unraveling joy and into a panic more senseless than anything she knew how to deal with, but with every throb through her body, it felt more dramatic, more wicked, more forceful, winding her up for the shock of all shocks, and Momo wasn't ready for the surprise surging through her as she threw herself into it with one final gesture of utter ecstasy and learned what she hadn't known she wanted.

Momo came from giving a titfuck.

Howling in erratic and mad fascination, Momo heaved quicker, erratic noises expressing frontiers of pleasure she'd never felt before, trying her best to deal with these crushing ecstasies but needing only to sink into the relief and the joy of giving up. She felt incredible, felt lost to the twisting fascination and wicked, almost mindless thrills this offered, and she couldn't bring herself to contain her thoughts a moment longer. Shoto couldn't handle it either; gasping and groaning and twisting through utter madness, he came all over her tits, firing off his load and accepting the wild fever and joy of giving in, making a grand mess of her and pushing things into deeper joy, into a pleasure that felt unbearable and perfect. He shot his load all over her, groaning in pure joy and letting this hit him

as hard as it could.

That made Momo scream even louder, her head rolling back. "Titfucks are the best. Love this. Love this. So good!" She was hysterical.

Kyoka finally barged forward and slapped Shoto across the face. "This isn't the time!" she shouted.

That strike was actually what Shoto needed, and he snapped back into reality, gasping and pulling himself away from it. "Sorry," he groaned, trying to yank his pants up while Mom twisted hazily around. "I don't--"

"Don't apologize, just help me get her out of here. People are recording!"

But Momo was already looking over to her friends. "Denki, Hanta... Why don't you two come over here? I'd love to have you boys come next."

"Alright," Denki said, happily pulling his pants down and fishing his cock out. "Come over here, Momo. I'll make you scream even harder."

"We should probably get her out of here," Sero said, trying to be reasonable even though his pants were desperately tight and he wanted nothing more than to give in.

Shoto grabbed Momo around the waist and yanked her back. "Denki, put your cock away! This isn't the time!" he shouted.

"Rich words coming from you!" Denki called back. "You don't get to fuck Momo's perfect tits and then decide that we shouldn't."

"Shut the fuck up and stop joking around!" Kyoka shouted, grabbing Momo's arm as she tried to tear away from the commotion and throw herself toward Denki. This was a mess. "She's not well, now stop thinking with your dick and help us!"

Stepping forward with a heavy sigh, Hanta knew he had to make the 'right choice'. "I'm sorry, Denki."

"Wait, no what are you doing?" Denki turned his head to see Sero stepping forward, spewing out tape and putting an end to this commotion. Shoto pulled away from Momo so as not to get stuck in with her, wrapping her up and binding her into place, squishing down on her plush chest and trying to cover it up, trying to provide as much dignity as he could while her legs cinched in tight together and she fell onto her face. He and Shoto moved to hoist her up and start carrying her off while she screamed for them to let her go. Turning to the crowd in frustration, Denki asked, "I'm right, aren't I? I had to try!" He received some murmurs and grumbles of agreement from them before tugging his pants up and leaving with his classmates.

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Getting Momo seen was a top priority, school nurse Rescue Girl giving her a good, long looking over and some vitals tests while Momo lay strapped down to the table, moaning and babbling and begging her to rub her breasts. And awkwardly, Momo's chest did need to receive attention given it was the point of impact, and she did in fact achieve climax while being prodded and examined by the school nurse. The embarrassment was overbearing, and it was only getting weirder, only getting worse.

When the examinations were done and Rescue Girl came back from the eerie silence she was

locked into thanks hot her extreme discomfort, she had a worrying diagnosis: the energy arrow effected the range around her breasts and turned them into highly sensitive erogenous zones and inducing a psychosomatic effect capable of making her climax solely from breast stimulation, alongside an extreme need to experience those orgasms. Momo was completely incapable of controlling herself, and even the friction of her breasts rubbing together or the movement of her arm inward was enough pressure to provoke her into a state of need. She couldn't do field work in this state. Class work seemed out of the question just as hard; this waws a situation that demanded stricter measures.

Momo was placed under quarantine in her dorm room and given time off from classes until she was better, and until work could be done on curing her condition. She was sent off to her room with the promise that meals would be delivered to her and that she would be given space. Nobody was supposed to come visit her dorm room, and an announcement was put out to all the students about that fact, telling her to wish for her to get better but to give her space until she did.

Most important in all the goings on though, the announcement omitted the actual fate of Momo. Those who had been there and saw it knew; the diagnosis wasn't necessary for those who saw what happened and realized that Momo had climaxed from giving Shoto a titfuck. For Momo's privacy, the rest of the class wasn't told anything, but Denki, Kyoka, Shoto, and Hanta all knew the truth, and were expected to keep it quiet for the sake of Momo's dignity and privacy. Which was a reasonable thing to ask, and which was reasonable to agree to abide by for them.

But Denki wanted his titfuck.

It stewed all night inside of him, something that he dwelled on for way too long while considering his options. "She just started going at Todoroki. It was crazy."

"Momo's tits were just out?" Wide-eyed and fascinated, Mineta sat on the edge of his bed, hearing all the dirt. "You saw them, completely bare?"

"Totally bare. She was begging for my dick, too. Mineta, it almost fucking happened. Momo was so close to giving me a titfuck that I would have had it right now, but Jiro and the others got in my way. It was going to be so good."

"Do you think she'd still want to give you one?" Mineta asked, wide-eyed as could be. "And give me on too?"

"I think Momo is cumming from her tits and she'd want to get all over nay guy we could. If we sneak into her room, she'll probably fuck us both. They're quarantining her, and I think that's to keep her from getting on any more guys."

"Let's sneak into her room!" Mineta said, jumping up to his feet and holding a fist up proudly in the air, triumphant in his declaration. "Let's do it. She's so vulnerable right now, we can both score."

"We can both score," Denki said. "And if she doesn't wanna give you one, you can watch at least."

"I can see her perfect breasts bouncing on your lap and watch you hose them down with cum." Mineta's legs shook at the thought. "I want to cum on them too, but I'll take it!"

The boys had their plan, and they snuck away from the dorm room, both scheming and ready and

thinking only of the possibilities awaiting them, ready to make their move and ready to get what they wanted from Momo. It was all happening, and happening fast. Getting out of the room and starting their way on to her room, they were as quiet as could be. It was past two in the morning now; nobody was supposed to be out of their rooms and if they were caught, especially sneaking into the sick girl's room to take advantage of her state, they were in big trouble. But if they could pull it off, there was something amazing waiting for them, and all they had to do was reach out for it and take charge. It was all so simple, if they could pull it off.

For whatever reason, nobody was keeping an eye on Momo's room. Nobody was posted out there to keep an eye on her or make sure she was safe, nobody was out to take care of this and hold on for her sake. It was perfect, it was a moment of vulnerability and insanity they pounced on quickly, feeling even better about the possibilities as they jiggled the door, finding it unlocked, and peered in.

Lying on her bed, Momo had created a massive dildo that she worked into her cleavage, titfucking the toy and moaning like a bitch in heat while she took it. The utter chaos and weirdness of these pleasures made for something utterly senseless. There was no time for thought or hesitation, no restraint that was going to make this any smoother or saner. "I've never felt so good," she whined, writhing in pure delirium on the bed, struggling to make sense of how nice it felt to break down so completely, and she was simply powerless against it. The pleasure surged through her veins, and she felt powerless, reckless, utterly lost to desires and heats too weird and mad to help.

Faster she fucked her cleavage with the toy, writhing on the bed and moaning noisier. She had no idea she had an audience, simply groping herself and indulging and giving in to pure chaos, to the senselessness of an overbearing heat too wild to make sense or resist. She just kept twisting, embracing the pleasures it offered and all the most fiery of needs she could seek out from this chaos. it was too much, and she was powerless against all of it, needing more and accepting that nothing could have given her more satisfaction than giving up completely. Momo didn't need anything but the senselessness of touch, of self-love growing fiercer and hotter by the second, the wanton embrace of pleasures she couldn't get enough of and didn't want to resist. With every passing second, deeper ecstasies swept through her, bringing to life her thoughts in the most primal way possible.

Mineta stood entranced. Momo's breasts were the holy grail for him, the most perfect and plush pair of gorgeous tits, the most desirable trait on any girl in their class. To see Momo just as fascinated by them now, to find pleasure from indulging in them, felt absolutely deranged, feeding a wild and bizarre fascination that kept him hanging on even harder, kept him fixated on her and needing to explore this deeper. "It's real," he gasped, unable to fathom these mad ecstasies but feeling better and better about letting them take this to levels of senseless fever too wild to believe. This was everything to him, a view into madness and insanity and pure excitement, a chance to take what he always wanted, and he was unable to contain the fascination behind it.

For Denki, this was justice. He wasn't surprised this was happening; it only confirmed that Momo was still headfucked, and most importantly, that she'd still be down to give him a titfuck. He loved the sight of this and what it meant for him, inching slowly closer and lining up his chance. His pants came away and he inched closer, happily moving toward her and moving on this moment, eager to strike out his chance while also loving the show too much to just interrupt it. Momo was practically an artist right now, the strange spectacle and wickedness of this moment coming with little sense to it, and it was everything he wanted to see.

Racing her way toward orgasm and howling out louder, Momo couldn't grasp that anyone was in her room. She was too busy fucking herself, loving the pleasure it brought and sinking ever lower into

pure chaos and commotion. The madness and the passion and the fire of giving in brought on pleasures she didn't want to let up on, the ecstasies pushing her deeper, lower, forcing her to give up to this all and to stop thinking clearly. It was too much, and she let go, hips bucking upward and her pussy gushing as a squirting orgasm came from simply titfucking a dildo. It was insane to believe, something that caught Momo utterly off guard and left her floored by just how mad and bizarre this all was, but she saw only the satisfaction and delight of giving up harder.

It was finally in that moment of borderline focus and calm that her head turned and Momo realized she had company, and what company it was. "Denki! Mineta!" she gasped, flinging herself out of bed. "Boys. Boys with hard, thick cocks who can fuck my tits. Please, please tell me you're here to fuck my tits. I need it so badly." She was delirious, scrambling, needy. "Denki, I'm so sorry that the pulled me away, I wanted to treat you so well with my perfect tits."

"IT's okay, we can do it now." Denki stepped forward, and Momo ended up leaning right in front of her bed, standing upright and leaning into place, bringing her breasts around his cock. 'They're not very great friends if they kept us apart, but I'm here now."

"You're my best friend," Momo whined, and as she wrapped her pillowy breasts around his cock, she couldn't help but let out a mad gasp, startled by all the mad pleasures and thrills it granted her, by the satisfaction that came from such mad and senseless delight. She started on him quickly, working up and down his cock, and the dildo couldn't compare. This was insanity, but she was committed to holding strong through it, resisting the madness and frustration and chaos of giving in to this all, jerking back and forth with only one goal in mind, only one thought. For hours she'd been waiting for a real cock to bring her the warmth and intimacy that the dildo she made never could.

"Holy shit," Denki groaned, his hands feeling up the sides of her breasts. His hips couldn't help but thrust back and forth, adding to the fire and the friction. "I've been fantasizing about this for hours. Your tits were worth the wait. They're so perfect. This was such a good idea."

"I have an even greater idea!" Mineta said, shouting from the sidelines and pulling attention to himself. The titfuck stopped for a moment, everything going still as they looked over to Mineta, who hopped onto Momo's bed and, thanks to how she was standing, had the perfect balance to slide his cock into her pussy from behind.

"Oh, that is a better idea!" Momo gasped. Her pussy still worked fine, and the double-teaming was all the more pleasure. "Fuck! Yes!" She started to work faster along Denki's dick. "This is perfect. My two best friends, fucking me like a cheap whore. I love this so much! The arrow really made me want to stop being so prudish." She was determined to ride this out, working along the pleasures without a whole lot of restraint or concern, the pleasures escalating quickly and her head spinning under the feverish weight of so many spectacles and possibilities all taking form at once. She was ready for this, embracing it and accepting that the need this invoked inside her was too messy and hopeless to want to fight.

Denki and Mineta shared a high five while they fucked Momo from either end. Hunched over and standing upright, bringing her chest to bear on his lap and beign free to stare up at him--and even make out with him--while the indulgence swelled hotter was the twisted threesome fantasy both pervy boys had imagined before, now somehow real. Momo's erratic titfucking was only made more chaotic by the addition of Mineta ramming into her from behind; he was so reckless, so greedy, so caught up in pleasures and frustrations and the need to lose himself, and it was getting to be completely deranged, an uncontrolled pleasure he was all too eager to give in to.

"Titfucks are the best!" Momo shouted, head rolling back and a sense of utterly merciless joy rushing through her, bringing her closer to the limit and sending her head spinning in too many directions at once. This was insanity, but she felt like she was getting at long last what she wanted, embracing the unflinching chaos and delight of it all for the sake of going all out. There was so much here to roll with, so many senseless joys to give up to, and Momo felt lost under the senseless weight of molten fascination and hunger, the chance to give up to this and sink lower, to embrace the chaos of letting go completely, and she was ready for it. The pleasure drove her weirder and lower down.

Endless fascination held her, and she was happy to embrace it, to allow herself to fall lower into this, and to completely lose herself to the joy of succumbing, embracing it harder and loving every deranged, fiery second it brought. The shuddering pleasure pulled her into weirder thrills, into a state of pleasure that she wanted more of. Unrestrained joy and a burning sense of raw passion kept her moving forward, unable to contain these pleasures and refusing to slow them down. The friction of the big, hard cock between her tits brought on feelings so strange and so chaotic that she just needed to give in to all of it, embracing it without hesitation or thought.

The manic excitement and desire she kept throwing into was nobly getting nosier and bolder, grand chaos driving her deeper into frustration and weirdness, and she couldn't hold it back. Up and down she went, embracing the passion and commotion of everything she sought from it, and the pleasure was getting to be too much to handle, rapid and thoughtless and overwhelming. She felt good. Too good. Her head spiraled and the haze of giving in became simply too much to fathom. Every burning need and hunger inside of Momo begged for this. Working her plump breasts along Denki's dick and allowing herself the chance to simply stop thinking became too much to handle, too much to take.

She was in deep, lost to the madness and fever of what kept building. It wasn't right, wasn't sane, and she was unable to deal with it all, struggling to help herself through this chaos and make sense of it all.

Happily using her and giving in harder, the boys were just senseless and desperate, sloppily throwing everything into this and embracing the madness harder, indulging in Momo's body and embracing what just wasn't something sane or stoppable now. The pleasure was madness, and it kept escalating stranger, bringing on so much excitement and need, so much heat to give in to hotter, and it was all getting better, hotter, stronger. The strange ecstasy they found in feeding such a chaotic pleasure made for the hottest of joys, a relentless fire and passion coming on without hesitation or thought, senseless and fiery and indulgent. There was so much pleasure here, endless throbbing and fire and heat coming without restraint.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Denki groaned. His head rolled back and the pleasures came on stranger, messier, needier and weirder, and he just wasn't able to hold back. "I'm cumming!" Throwing his head back, he let go, and he fired off hot ropes of spunk all over Momo's plush tits, a fantasy coming true in the strangest of ways, every ache of haze and hunger pushing him to a weirder place. He couldn't hold this back, burning joy and need coming without a shred of thought. There wasn't any restraint here, just the mess of heat and hunger he kept giving in to, and the pleasure was too much for him.

Momo came immediately, howling again as the friction became too much and the warmth of cum splattered all over her chest pushed her over the edge into indecent joy. She was powerless here, struggling to understand how to contain her thoughts and simply succumbing to her hottest of wonders, to a desire too strange to make sense of but which left her feeling absolutely drunk on lust. Mineta came behind her, pumping her pussy and creampieing her in what certainly felt like a nice

addition, but it was all simply too much to take. She felt lost to these spirals of heat and haze, aimless thrills demanding so much from her at once, and she wasn't able to resist it. She welcomed this, and she felt happy to surrender to it, hopeless fever taking her even lower down.

"Okay, now me, now me!" Mineta shouted. "A titfuck from Mom is a dream come true."

"Mm, sure!" Momo said, turning herself around and staring at Mineta, standing there so short but so hung. Every aversion she could have had to him melted away for the simple fact his cock was something she needed inside of her in that exact moment; it really was that simple in her delirious state, when when she was so compromised and confused and hopeless. She just had to embrace it, throwing herself into the hottest and weirdest of pleasures, not thinking about anything but the fascination of losing herself. The pleasure was unrelenting, and the chaos was absolutely brilliant.

There wasn't any restraint or resistance here, just the smoldering joy of a pleasure too abrupt to make any sense of, pleasures and passions she felt ready to give fully in to, accepting the dizzy and ferocious throb of need.

Pushing Mineta onto his back and leaning over him, she got her tits around his cock, ready to embrace the madness and to push this all to a higher state of ecstasy. She was ready for it, the abandonment of sense and restraint coming without thought or control. There wasn't any reason to hold back now. It felt too good. Felt too sudden. She wrapped her tits around his cock and got to work at tending to him, throwing everything she had into pure excitement. "It's your dream come true!" she moaned, knowing what this meant to him but happy to embrace the reckless fever and pleasure of giving in, the complete fire coming in stronger, weirder, and she was read ready to surrender to this all.

"It's paradise!" Rolling his head back, Mineta savoured the joy of having her lean over him with her tits and get to work on him. She leaned in to make out with him while she went, and he was all too eager to meet the sloppy kisses, savouring the strange passion and throbbing ecstasy of something absolutely unbearable. There wasn't any reason to take this slow now; he wanted it, and he needed it all, throwing everything into weirder, madder spectacle.

The sight of Momo's round ass stuck up in the air, hips wiggling from the momentum o her body's motions, drew Denki's eye. Her pussy dripped with cum, but he wasn't about to take Mineta's sloppy seconds; instead, he slid his cock up her ass and wound up for the mad pleasures of throwing himself into all this. "Let's go," he groaned, happily pumping into her ripe, tight hole and embracing the wilder chaos that kept driving him deeper.

"Yes, fuck my ass!" Momo gasped, embracing these weirdest of pleasures and all the absolutely bizarre thrills that came with it. The relentless up and down of her chest along Mineta's cock was a chance to give in shamelessly, throwing everything into mad surrender and a chaotic disarray as fierce as could be. She gave in with absolute joy to this all, surrendering to the chaos and the panic of pleasures so wild and so wicked that they almost didn't make sense to her now. The boys were shameless in their greedy use of her body, and she knew she was being used, but she didn't care; she was using them too, sating the molten chaos that came from having her body indulged in so hard. She had cravings, had needs, had a desire so ravenous and so reckless that it was all she could muster.

"An indecent whore who cums from giving titfucks... Momo, you're the perfect woman!" Shouting louder, Mineta felt like he was giving in to the maddest of chaos and pleasure, the throbbing haze pulling him lower down, deeper into chaotic bliss, into a hunger that he was happy to keep pounding

away at, ferocious and hungry and loving every second of this attention. "I want to fuck your tits every day. Let me stay and watch you fuck other guys too. I want to be the creepy voyeur who watches you whore out your beautiful chest, and I'll even towel you off afterward!"

Momo moaned louder, head rolling back and a stranger fascination coming with little sense to it, burning fire and fascination pulling her into a weirder state, demanding that everything simply come apart. There was no reason to slow down these mad hungers now, no moment where she was even slightly in control of herself. The reckless, ravenous joys pushed harder on, plunging her deeper into chaos and panic and weirdness, and she was just unable to deal with it a moment longer.

"This is so hot," Denki groaned, fingers dug into her ass, the ravenous indulgence of this gorgeous rear making for a messier time as he gave in to this all, as he learned his way through pure joy and fascination. There wasn't any reason to hold back, his hips pounding quicker into this, escalating chaos and hunger coming without a shred of care or hesitation. Momo's ass was there for him to indulge in harder, his head spinning and every senseless ache of need coming on stronger, making him feel absolutely lost to this. There wasn't any real reason to hold himself back now. Not when everything was coming on with such fever and delight, not when the mad, raw decadence of using Momo became all he could think about.

Writhing harder through these pleasures and through another burst of fire and wickedness, the swell of heat was just too much for Momo once again. She came louder this time, even more hysterical, eyes rolling back as she made an indecent face for Mineta's enjoyment, and she shuddered her way into mad delight, into confused, twisting chaos much too mad to make any sense of now. Cum painted her ample tits and pumped up her ass, and Momo embraced it all with noisy ecstasy and a twisted delight built on something wicked and senseless and absolutely devoted. She was a feverish mess unable to handle this all, loving every deranged second of what it granted her.

It was as the boys pulled back and tried to think about rearranging things that the door flew open again. This time, it was Kyoka and Mina coming in to check on Momo, Kyoka wracked with weird guilt over what happened. On one hand, she was touched Momo took the arrow for her and tried to save her. On the other, she was worried about Momo, hoping desperately she was okay. On a third, she was furious with her. Kyoka's insecurities about her body had always been buried and ignored and shoved to the side simply because she didn't have any good way to address the complicated things she felt. The villain had done something objectively horrible to her, yes, but in that one moment, he offered Kyoka a chance to have big tits and to overcome all of her self-esteem issues. It meant that, coming into Momo's room, she wasn't sure yet how she felt, and she knew she was in a weird position trying to navigate it, knew she was going to be all the weirder and more panicked in trying to convey herself properly to Momo.

Then she saw her with two naked boys, and something inside of her just snapped.

"You selfish cunt!" Kyoka shouted, barging forward and throwing herself into the room, with Mina left frozen by the door and staring in awe, startled by the weirdness and the chaos of these attentions. It wasn't something that Mina was prepared for, but Kyoka threw herself forward. The boys both pulled away in worry, knowing a pissed off Kyoka was not something that they wanted to run afoul of. "You're unbelievable. You're a fucking embarrassment! What, was it so fucking wrong to let me have some tits? Were you afraid I'd finally make guys look at me instead of you for once?"

Momo jolted upright, confusion abounding and the strange attention making for something utterly baffling. There was a lot to take about this, eyes widening and the nervous tension swelling inside her

without much warning to it. She was powerless against the oddness of these attentions, her voice catching in her throat. "Kyoka?"

"You just had to be the hero, didn't you? You're fucking embarrassing. Now look at you. I thought you were the ideal of a hero! My great friend who's so kind hearted. Now you're slapping cocks of two perverts against your tits and letting them cover you in jizz! You're a drooling slut who can't control herself anymore. I'm sick of being invisible next to you. I'm sick of no guy ever noticing me because all they see is your fat tits, and you letting guys drool all over them now and thanking them for it isn't nay better!"

"I'm sorry, I--" Momo had a moment of clarity, a second where reason shined through and she realized what she was doing, the shock startling her into thought and awareness, looking at Kyoka and realizing that she wasn't thinking about her. "I didn't know that you felt so--ah!"

Kyoka wasn't looking for an apology, and she proved it with brutal vigor as she brought her hand crashing down across Momo's tits, the raw impact harsh and senseless and bringing a spike of raw pleasure with it that made Momo hit the bed again howling. "I don't want to fucking hear it!" she shouted, hastily shedding her clothes and throwing herself onto the bed. Another smack right down the middle made Momo thrash about, and Kyoka advanced, thighs pressing against the sides of her head as she sat herself backwards down onto her face and shoved her pussy against it. "If you want to be a slut getting off with your tits, I'll treat you like it. I'll stop respecting you and stop thinking of you as my friend."

Squeezing down tight against Momo's tits, Kyoka threw herself into the deep end and into something completely detached from reason. It was time for her to get what she wanted and to make her worst efforts come across, impulsive fire and chaos burning now through her. She was pissed off and fed up, ready to throw herself into the molten spectacle and the chaos that came on stranger. She was out to get off, to satisfy herself by throwing her thoughts into this mad spectacle. There was no time for restraint; Kyoka brought her hand down with wicked, brutal intensity. Toying with her nipples and slapping her breasts, she took out her anger, not getting anything further than Momo would likely get off on with her blows, but it was enough to make this spiral into deeper madness.

Mina stood slack-jawed between the boys, watching awkwardly at this played out, confused and hazy but oddly turned on, her hands shakily reaching for the boys' cocks and stroking them slowly. "This is hot," she said, not sounding fully confident in that herself, confused by this. "R-right?"

"Yeah, this is pretty hot," Denki said.

"I didn't know flat girl rage could be so sexy!" Mineta agreed.

"I'm not going to stand around and be the boring flat girl anymore!" Kyoka shouted. "You kept me from having tits, but you aren't going to keep me from getting mine." She kept smacking and tugging, kneading Momo's tits harder than the boys she decried as perverts, breast envy consuming her with so much pleasure and frustration and fever that swelled into complete panic, into a pressure that she found it impossible to resist ow. The unignorable fever of throwing herself into this became messier and weirder. There was no holding back now, unhesitating fire and chaos coming on stranger and messier. Kyoka was out for vengeance, out to make sure that Momo never understood in very clear terms, almost agonizing ones, how she felt.

But all Momo felt in this state was ecstasy. Twisting through the madness and spectacle of getting

fucked and used and dominated so hard, her breasts received just what she needed, and the senseless fire and commotion grew stranger in her, hotter, pushing her to a point of pure, senseless collapse. She needed it, thrashing through the weirdness and accepting it as all she could grasp now, loving every second of coming undone like this and accepting what was taking her. It was too much, her head spinning and her body ready to collapse under the weight of it, under the joy of sinful spectacle and ecstasy. It wasn't sane, wasn't normal, but she felt like just had to surrender to it.

Applying her weight down hard on Kyoka's face, the punk looked to be in a state of mad frenzy too wild and detached from reason to deal with, moaning, "Maybe you're worth more than just your tits after all. You're also great at eating pussy!" Writhing atop Momo, bucking against her with increasingly desperate vigor and passion, Kyoka was absolutely unchained, a reckless mess of hungers and needs pulsing through her body, demanding complete surrender to terms that weren't getting any simpler, and she was happy to keep driving home the senseless point, happy to keep insisting upon her that this was what she needed. Kyoka was out for vengeance in its most twisted and profane form, and she wasn't stopping until she got it and got off.

The abuse of her chest provoked the maddest of delights, provoked joys so strange and so hopeless that Momo didn't have anything to do but cum her brains out, thrashing on the bed and twisting under the weird chaos and ecstasy of giving so completely up. There was no way to hold herself back or resist the creeping excitement of so thoroughly throwing herself into the deep end. She had needs now. Dizzy, hopeless, wanton needs, a hunger coursing through her veins and driving Momo over the edge of the most absurd and fiery of passions, a pleasure so mad and so frenzied that it barely made sense to her, but she gave in to it, and she accepted the burning delights as everything she wanted.

Kyoka rode out her own orgasm amid the frantic licks against her mound, the thrashing pleasure and chaos of so completely giving up to this, and she was absolutely lost to the pleasure. Moaning and twisting and compeltely succumbing to all this commotion and chaos, Kyoka felt absolutely satisfied as she finally pulled off of Momo's face, leaving it sticky with her pussy juices while Momo writhed on the bed. "Fuck," Kyoka gasped, stumbling away and turning around to look upon Momo. "I--I went too far, didn't I?'

Momo twisted on the bed, unable to keep from touching her now sore breasts. "Yes, but it... It felt good. You can do it again, if you want to." Biting her lip, Momo felt a bit of clarity temper the haze of her ever-present lust, able to think straight even if she was still burning for more. "I'm sorry if you felt invisible beside me. I promise, I tool that arrow to save you, Kyoka, but I care about you so much that if you'd feel better doing that to me, you can do it whenever you want."

"Momo..." Kyoka tightened up and tried not to water up as the words came flowing and she realized just how much Momo cared about her. The right thing to do was to take ownership of her now and ride this game out, and she inched forward, ready to say as much.

But Mina had other ideas, barging forward. "Sorry, these boys are about to blow!" she said, pulling Mineta and Denki over with her hands on their cocks, stroking them harder and pushing this to the breaking point in her haste. The boys groaned, too wound up from watching Kyoka going at Momo, and they happily interrupted the moment and the emotions by cumming all over Momo's chest, the warm cum splattering down onto her breasts amid the smears of their past loads, now a fresh coating all over them that made Momo's hips buck upward and made her head spin. The pleasure came raining down on her, and greedily, Mina climbed her way up on top of the commotion to join in and add to the commotion. "My turn now."

Interrupting the sappy moment with a wicked plan in mind, Mina pulled Momo's breasts apart and ran her tongue up the middle, making Momo twist hotly, and that continued attention only worsened.

Letting her tongue slither and caress along the soft, pale skin of Momo's breasts, which was a hell of a lot of skin, Momo wanted her turn, but she wasn't out to get off like the boys or Kyoka were. She followed up the spiteful and petty breast abuse with breast worship, ready to adore them fully and to clean the cum up off of them. This was her moment, and Mina wanted to praise the sore skin, wanted to let her tongue roam. Mina wasn't a flat girl herself, and sure, Momo was bigger than she was, but she saw tits these plush as something to indulge in and celebrate.

Getting her lips around one of her nipples, she began to suck shamelessly, pulling in the pleasure and embracing all the maddest of delights, forceful and senseless wants leaving no time for reason or thought, no time to deal with the strangeness that it granted her. Every lick and caress and squish was something to indulge in hotter, and Mina felt happy to keep pushing it, to indulge deeper, to sloppily lose herself to the madness and the chaos of pleasures growing bolder by the second. Mina knew what she wanted, and she was ravenous about seeking it, about indulging in the pleasures as deep and as ferocious as she could get them.

"Mina," Momo moaned, twisting happily under this attention, receiving the pleasures and needs that began to sweep across her body and making this come on stronger. She gasped through the sudden twist into very doting affections, surprised by their insistence and by the passion that ripped through her. She didn't need to clearly to understand this all. She just needed more, fingers clutching the pink haired hero while she accepted a very different attention, accepted the twisting excitement of having her tits sucked on and the mouth latched onto her nipple producing wild spikes of pure excitement, a fever and a delirium she could barely wrap her head around. This was pleasure in its maddest form, just what she needed to feel like she was losing herself completely, and she was totally unafraid of holding it back.

Things were getting messier and hotter, burning through Momo's body with desperation and sweeping vigor, with a fire too intense for her to think about. Mina was latched on tight, moving between her nipples to suck on and adding ample amounts of spit to the breasts. She left them glistening and cleaved off, all the cum licked right off, and it was all adding up to dizzier, worsening pressures, adding up to panics of pure spectacle and heat that weren't getting any simpler or easier for Momo, who was on her way to yet another burning climax.

"Mina!" she gasped. The shrieking thrills came on too strong and too senseless, Momo trying to handle them and feeling completely powerless under the weight of these bizarre fascinations. This was incredible, every throb in her head spinning madder through her, and she was barely able to keep her thoughts steady while falling into this plunge of chaos. It was ecstasy, making her twist through pure joy and through a sensation of absolute bliss. Another climax, another frontier of attention that could make her cum her brains out. Momo was erratic, noisy, twisting under these pleasures and succumbing even deeper to the madness, craving what it offered her.

The boys were rock hard the entire time, remaining fixated on the sight of Mina indulging in Momo's chest. Kyoka found herself biting her lip and squirming through the arousal too; this was getting to be a lot to handle. Finally, she decided to grab hold of Mineta by the cock and Denki by the hair, dragging them onto the bed to join in and letting the five of them lapse into a writhing orgy focused on Momo's chest and on fucking each others' brains out.

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Ochaco was asked to deliver Momo breakfast in the morning. Specifically, she was picked as someone who didn't need to know what happened to her and who would be strong enough that any

nasty surprises would likely be resisted. "Momo, I have your food. Are you doing okay?" she asked, coming into the room, absolutely startled by the sight of Mineta lying on the floor, Denki draped halfway off the bed with a slumbering Mina impaled on his cock and lying face-down in Momo's pussy, and least startling of all but the only active effort in the room, Kyoka swirling fingers through the cum smears on Momo's nipples. "Ah! I'm sorry, I didn't know you were busy!" she squeaked.

"It's fine, it's fine," Kyoka said, reaching for Ochaco as the tray of food noisily dropped to the floor. "Come on in here, Ochaco. Everyone gets a turn with my slut now."