(Part 2)

Chapter 2

The worst news landed: a specialist was coming to U.A. to help Momo, a top class doctor with a healing quirk coming all the way from Europe to help the afflicted girl and her maddeningly sensitive breasts. For Kyoka, that was just about the worst thing that she could have been told. Not only was she all too happily indulging in the strung-out titfuck addict Kyoka was now happy to call a girlfriend, but it gave Kyoka leverage. She controlled access to Momo, and she was all too happy to give it out to any of their classmates, but it still felt like a kind of power. Kyoka was the gatekeeper to Momo's tits, and everyone wanted Momo's tits. It made Kyoka feel a control over the situation that maybe wasn't hers to be in control over, but it all made her feel less invisible.

And now all of that was going away, which was why she called all of her classmates into the room, and almost all of them now showed up to see what was going on, which involved Momo giving Denki a titfuck on the couch while he lounged back with a lazy smile spread across his face. Kyoka stood in a button-up crop top that was mostly undone, and which hung off of her shoulders to reveal the pink tank top she had taken a knife to in slicing up to reveal bits of skin. Probably too much skin. Her midriff was bared and her jeans were extra tight, a more assertive and eye-catching manner of dress to help her stand out.

Momo pulled in a lot more attention, though. Of course she did. With her round ass up in the air and a vibrator pumping back and forth into it, she wiggled about, all while she gave Denki a messy titfuck, one slick with spit from a fresh worshiping that Kyoka gave her before he got there. Now, she was working all that slick indulgence and excitement without restraint, moving up and down with forceful and firm passion, a pleasure to continue sliding into while she moaned like a whore through the commotion of all her friends arriving. She paid them no mind while indulging ever deeper into her obsession.

"Thanks for coming," she said, looking at the boys and girls all crammed into Momo's dorm room. "We have a problem. Tomorrow, someone is coming to fix Momo. A specialist. Which means all the fun we've been having with her tits is going to be at an end, and I think the only fair way to approach that is to have a big going-away party for these fat g-spot cow tits." She spoke clearly and confidently in her utter dressing down of Momo, who simply moaned in response while she jerked her tits along Denki's cock in continued surrender to the maddest of pleasures inside of her.

"Don't talk about her that way," Iida said. "She's sick. Why would we--"

"Don't act indignant," Kyoka said, narrowing her eyes and coking a hip. "You've all used her. All of you. I've seen it. There's no use in pretending to save face, we have one last chance to get something out of it before they're all gone. You can try to look good for each other, or you can get your pants off. Your fucking call." Nobody said a word. Of course they didn't. With a roll of her eyes, held onto the high ground and watched every shift and shuffle awkwardly through to circling in closer. All while Denki groaned louder and all the weird, wild heat got to him. When he came, so did Momo, noise ringing out brightly through the mad rush of joy and hunger taking her. She took his cum all over her face, ass shoving back harder and shaky moans ringing out, the delirious girl ready to plunge deep into the chaos of pleasures she knew weren't about to get any saner.

As Momo pulled back and straightened herself up into a kneeling position, the vibrator everyone

figured was working itself back and forth pulled out of her and floated in the air. It was Tooru's doing all along, her fingers imprinting into Momo's ass as she gave it a parting squeeze and licked the toy before tossing it aside. Kyoka in turn climbed up into Denki's lap with her jeans coming down, straddling him and sitting herself onto his dick, all but turning her back onto the festivities and making clear that all bets were off; she was throwing Momo to the wolves.

It was with that dramatic sign that things were already underway that the opportunity was just there. Tsuyu and Shoji were the ones who rushed Momo first, strong hands yanking her down and pulling her to the floor before Shoji threw his girlfriend on top of Momo. Tsuyu hit her with an eager, needy push into immediate delight, her tongue rolling out of her mouth and licking all over her boy while Shoji slammed into her from behind. His cock sank into his girlfriend, but his tentacles were splitting off into several more tendrils, each topped with a mouth that bore down upon her body to join in the licking and the worship of Momo.

All these tongues worked with relentless attention against her body, and Momo couldn't help but howl out in sweet, intense delirium from the first moments of these lustful pushes. The pleasure was overbearing and direct, but it was also exactly what she needed, an expression of wild and overdramatic joy, relentless pleasures that didn't need to be contained now. Tsuyu let her tongue roam wildly all over Momo's body, slipping down between her g-spot cleavage to toy with her pussy, reaching up between her ass cheeks, and then circling around to run a lap and bring her tip up over her shoulder and into her mouth. It was almost a loop of pure tongue friction, which made the greedy mouths Mezo laid into her with all the more shocking.

The tentacles sucked on her nipples and nibbled all over her skin with playful, tender pushes. They contrasted against Tsuyu's overlong tongue with how small they were, how much more compact and attention these pleasures were. It was a different approach, a show of pleasures and frustrations driven by their clashes and pressures. This was a lot to have to explore, pleasures that felt maddening and demanding in the state of these weird delights. Momo tried to speak, but the aggressive kisses made her twist through the maddest of pleasures, through a persistent fever that had her wanting more. This was so much to indulge in and lose herself to, but she craved it all, wanting to fall into deeper thrills and into a sensation that kept her involved and engaged.

Tsuyu was noisy enough for both of them, though. Dizzily jerking back and forth, she threw herself into the maddest of pleasures, a state of fire and wickedness that held her firmly, that made her want more. This was too much to make any sense of, but she wanted something beautiful and fierce about all of this. With her tongue sticking out of her mouth and her body jerking erratically back and forth, she was noisy and erratic and as driven as could be. The pleasure was as desperate and messy as could be, an she wanted to pursue it without restraint or care.

All the burning, forward pressure imposed upon Momo more and more fascination, a pleasure she had to keep giving in to, falling lower into this spectacle while shuddering and unraveling under weirder joy. This had become so normal and beautiful to her now, an everyday thrill that she was lost to fully. Momo wasn't even getting fucked, but she didn't feel jealous about that. Tsuyu getting fucked on top of her was all fine by her as long as these mouths continued to push her deeper, pushing into a state of wicked indulgence and fire that she wanted to fall deeper into. Her body inched closer to a beautiful frontier of ruin, and she was noisy and forward about giving in to this all, ready to give up fully in the wild pleasure before her.

Body worship orgasms had become the kind of fun that Momo didn't want to ever stop feeling. her body thrashed and shuddered and bucked through incredible pleasures, a satisfaction that she felt

ready to submit to fully. The utter derangement of weird and fierce pleasures brought her something truly spectacular, and she didn't have any ability to hold it back. Pleasure swept like fire through her, and she was a noisy, thrashing wreck ready to give in. She was noisy and desperate and showed off a hazy sort of chaos that felt like it was consuming her, and oh how she wanted to be consumed, plunging her thoughts into a hopeless passion and a strangeness that she could fully surrender to.

Shoji lifted Tsuyu up while he came inside of her, ther frog girls' tongue dangling and dragging behind her amid the pull away from this mess and the eager couple's continued indulgences off to the side.

Such was a common trend when Momo found herself entertaining a couple; they used her as a sex toy, got their film, then pulled away and left someone else to fuck her. She liked it that way. It made her feel a special sort of something so wrong and deranged that she could hardly believe it, but it had her absolutely certain of these deranged delights.

She didn't have long to think about all of this before two strong pairs of hands grabbed her with immediate and wicked purpose, rolling her onto her knees and leaning her forward. "I like you better as a whore, you should stay slutty," groaned Bakugou as he slammed his cock up her ass and began an immediate frenzy of raw anal indulgence, reaming her tight hole from behind while he brought his hand down across her tits with a hard impact that had her howling.

Stepping up front, Kirishima's ludicrously rigid cock settled down into her cleavage, and he similarly began to work with fierce effort at fucking her tits, grinding his way back and forth against her to incredible results. "Better than a steel dildo, right?" he asked, rubbing his hefty cock in and letting its sudden hardness be a threat to her focus. He smirked bright, having already conducted that 'experiment' after he found Momo titfucking a metal dildo to get off. His cock was naturally the much better presence, and he was able to coolly push his way on through greater, more dramatic pleasures while dangling his erratic wants over this messy situation.

Ravenous and hopeless and filled with a dizzy sense of utter confusion, Momo wanted to keep giving in, pushing for more dramatic thrills and indulgences, trying to balance the weird pleasures all wearing down upon her amid her sweet slide into ruin and commotion. She had to behave and contain herself here, but she didn't know how to handle all the feelings that came with it, dramatic commotions pushing her into weirder places. "Yes, so much better!" she cried, shoving her round hips back and squishing her breasts in around his cock to jerk them along his shaft in a steady push to indulge him harder in these mad pleasures. Erratic fascination held her tight, and she did everything she could to keep up with pleasures drawing deeper and further out of sense.

These two aggressive boys using her body for pleasure brought on a distinct sort of pleasure, a satisfaction rooted in pleasures that Momo was fully unafraid of pursuing. it made her feel so submissive and so low, but that fed an excitement and a fire that she craved more than anything, wanting to continue sliding into the mess of these passions while growing more fascinated and dizzy by the second. Every push deeper was a chance for her to learn what she craved, and she didn't feel any resistance or hesitation in giving up to all of it.

"My body is for your pleasure," she mewled in complete delirium, jerking back and forth under the increasing fever and commotion of letting her pleasures rule her. This was all so simple, so raw, and the worsening spectacles kept her moving, kept her fitfully pursuing blind pleasure at any cost in the name of throwing herself deeper into madness. A burning fascination held tightly onto Momo, and she worked to satisfy both hard, strong, tough guys with her body, spiraling deeper into a ruinous mess of pleasures and wants so erratic and so intense that she could barely keep her head on straight through all of them.

Bakugou and Kirishima both grunted and groaned and heaved their way to results. Neither was gentle or tender in his approach, throwing erratic pleasures into a depth of fire and chaos so steep that it was almost getting to be too much to handle. The pleasure was too much for her to bear, her voice ringing out in hotter, brighter expressions of an erratic pleasure that knew no limit. Momo kept rocking and shuddering and pushing greedily on through pleasures getting further away from her.

She needed this, and every ache of delirium that this offered was another chance for her to fall apart, and breaking down under all of this was such sweet spectacle.

Momo came hard from the cock rubbing between her tits, a grand sweet of raw spectacle and passion making for something that couldn't be resisted. This was too much to believe, a relentless pulse of passions and frustrations to fall deeper into. "Cum all over me!" she begged. For Bakugou, that meant ramming even harder and noisier forward before flooding her ass with cum, while Kirishima frosted to her tits to make them a mess again after Tsuyu's licking had cleaned up a lot of it. Now, the pleasure was unreal, an opportunity to surrender fully, and she didn't need anything other than more.

Fumikage was next, pushing Momo onto her back and straddling her chest. "My turn," he said as Dark Shadow shifted around behind him, slipping between her legs and forming into two thick, shadowy cocks that plunged into Momo's holes at once, a one-man triple teaming. His hips were clumsy and forward, favouring aggression and desperate, forward momentum over just about anything else, but it had an incredible effect of the proceedings as he threw himself into this mess with the unrestrained pleasure of showing off something molten and shameless. He was out to have this one final indulgence at nay cost, blistering greed and desperation carrying him forward, senseless pleasure ensuing with little sense to it.

"I love it when one guy can fuck me this much," gasped Momo, grabbing her tits and squeezing them together, fondling herself while she jerked them along his cock. Sure, Fumikage was already fucking her tits as hard as he could, but the pleasure was a merciless rush of raw chaos, of a passion she knew she could roll with. The deepening, feverish spectacle brought on pleasures that couldn't be ignored now. Not when she was burning with this much passion and fever. This was her favorite form of triple penetration. Sucking dick was nice, but the g-spot between her tits made her absolutely hopeless, and these ravenous joys kept her hooked.

Desperately, Tokoyami kept indulging, racing toward his release as hard and as chaotically as he could muster. His desire to throw himself into weirder pleasures kept escalating with completely deranged joy. His sloppy approach came with intense and dizzy focus, with a burning pleasure driven by a fascinated need to try and lose himself. He wanted to feel better, wanted to embrace the senseless ferocity and spiraling joy that he wanted more of. This was his last change, and he wanted it. "Take it," he groaned. "Take it!" His body jerked quicker about, fingers holding tightly onto her body for leverage.

"I love it!" Momo howled. She thrashed harder under the overbearing and senseless joy, an unending passion keeping her in a good place, keeping her wanting to spiral deeper. Fumikage's feverish indulgence of her body was a lot to take on, and she loved that her friends' quirks all brought on wild and delightful differences, swells of a fire and a heat that she almost couldn't believe. Relentless want brought her so much to accept. The unbearable, uncontainable fascination made her feel something truly mad, truly perfect. She wanted it. She craved more of these pleasures and allowed a mad fire to sweep across her without anything resembling normalcy now.

None of the cocks fell into sync in their wild motions. The erratic pace he and Dark Shadow kept couldn't keep consistent in their wild indulgence of these pleasures, of a senseless greed to keep pushing into. The pleasure was hotter and fiercer and bringing on something that couldn't be helped now. He saw this as his opportunity. Maybe his last. He needed this, and he threw himself into all of it without calm or sense. There was just joy here, just the unraveling passion of letting himself fully give up and give in.

"Call me the Eminence in Shadow," Tokoyami groaned. He said it like he wanted her to beg for his dick. "Call me the Eminence in Shadow!" He said it again. Hotter this time. Harder. His voice was tense and strained, his mad thrusts wearing quicker at her patience and forcing upon her a senseless spiral of want and fire that kept her sliding deeper. The exhausting spectacle kept him noisier and hotter, wanton thrills rushing through him and bringing him a firm pleasure fully devoid of restraint now. Unrelenting fascination felt like a pleasure and a weirdness thoroughly beyond sense.

"What?" Momo gasped. That made no sense to her. Confused and baffled and overwhelmed by heat, she gasped, "You're the Eminence in Shadow!" She didn't understand it, but she gave in to the gasping confusion and weirdness, trying her best to deal with these absolutely bizarre spectacles now.

Those words got him off. Tokoyami bucked and shuddered and let loose an overwhelming rush of cum, threefold loads gushing all over her face and pumped into her holes. The pleasures were unbelievable, a pleasure and a wild want that felt like there was no sense in dealing with it. He burned wit relief and satisfaction, with the joy of being given that satisfaction and confirmation. It was excessive and raw, and he embraced the wild passions harder, feeling too good about it to help as he shook and shuddered and heaved his way through whatever he could get before slinking back into the corner, leaving her leaking.

While watching this all play out, Sero had been fingering Ochaco and waiting his turn. Now, he saw the turn, and Ochaco decided to go with him. "Let's give you a dream come true," Ochaco said, knowing what he was after as she picked Momo up off the floor and guiding her to stand up before she prodded Sero and made him begin to float his way up into the air.

"Woah!" Sero gasped, his thick cock standing firm at attention, leaking out some pre-cum that was also immune to gravity as he swayed his way upward. "This wasn't in the fantasy," he said, watching as Ochaco pulled him into place with Momo, the two girls remaining rooted on the ground while she brought his dick to rise up into their tits. Ochaco had to position herself on her toes to line up her chest with Momo, but soon, Sero's cock was nestled between the two biggest chests in the class, the bustiest girls of 1-A working now to indulge in the deepest and most erratic of all pleasures, of passion beyond sense.

Momo got into it, pressing in snug against Ochaco and starting to open up to these wicked pleasures. "I like it," she moaned, starting in on the pleasure alongside Ochaco, indulging now in the weird and ferocious pleasures that this offered. The pleasure felt absolutely bizarre, an erratic rush of pleasure and fire bringing on the wildest of pleasures and frustrations, and she wanted more of it. All of it.

"I love sharing cocks with you," Ochaco whined, leaning in to share a kiss with Momo while grasping her breasts. Momo held onto hers in turn, and the girls were set in the passion and chaos that made for something truly fiery, ta pleasure and a ferocity that they needed more and more of. There wasn't any reason to contain these erratic joys, no reason to pretend they could contain themselves or act polite. The dizzy rush of senseless fire and spectacle brought on so many satisfactions at once,

relentless joy bringing her into a weirder state.

Sero got to float in the middle of all this and savour it. "Feels so good," he groaned, welcoming the wild and dizzy attentions, senseless pleasure for him to keep sliding into, escalating with weirder and fiercer delights, a pleasure he was able to continue to explore and succumb to. His hips worked clumsily back and forth through the weightless fever and delirium of these pleasures. He kept up with all this as best he could, trying to give in to the excitements and trying to roll with the sweet thrills of going all the way with it. He felt the pleasures burning, felt the ache and the fire of letting himself go, and the pleasure was taking him further along, pushing him to want to give up completely.

The girls worked each others' breasts along Sero's cock in steady time with one another. The pressure was a sweetly forward mess building up more dramatically by the second, urging them both to give up to the deepening pleasures and the hazy spectacle it offered, pursuing a mad satisfaction and a pleasure utterly beyond sense now. There was no reason to hold it together, no reason to contain it. There was only bliss. Momo could feel the friction of Sero's cock, but also the rubbing of Ochaco's soft, squishy tits against hers. It kept her being the loudest of this whole situation, a dizzy wreck trying to handle any of this.

Ochaco helped keep Momo steady and kept Sero floating. She was in this just for the indulgence with her friends rather than any direct sexual pleasure. She'd get that when this was done and she got dick on her terms from a grateful Sero whose dreams she had just pulled into brilliant reality. With each passing second, Sero's cock jerked harder, twitching, begging, aching with the utmost desperation and excitement. He was getting close, and was almost dumbstruck by the endless pleasure continuing to build and ache and escalate through him now. This felt good, and it brought with it a boundless rush of pleasures and fascinations totally stripped of sense.

When Sero came, his cock floated up into the air. He twisted and rocked under the wild satisfaction and delight of these pleasures. Unbound by gravity, his seed loomed over the girls, a gooey mass that hung in wait. "That looks so cool!" Sero gasped, staring at his shimmering load moving with the strange wavering and wateriness of something he'd never seen before. It didn't last long; he sank back down to the ground with the girls' hands guiding him to his feet before Ochaco cut off the floating. Sero felt gravity again, and his hefty load splattered down in a delayed pearl necklace for the two busty girls to take. They pulled back and Ochaco dragged Sero away, off to fuck him somewhere else in the room with his cum now dripping down her tits.

Koji stepped up, nervous and unsure about what he was doing, with the absolute biggest cock that Momo had ever seen. She'd given him a few titfucks and he always seemed to nervously want to say something, and now he had his chance to. "I don't want to do any of these crazy tings, but could we have normal sex?" he asked, his oversized cock offering up a view at what was almost definitely way too much for her to handle.

But Momo was ready. "I think I can handle it," she said, looking nervously around.

"I can help," Kyoka said, coming in from the side, Denki's cum dripping down her thigh as she approached. She took hold of Koji's cock. "I want to make sure you go in okay, alright? You're really big. But Momo can handle you."

"I'm sorry," Koji said, worried he did something wrong, but the timid boy was led down to his knees while Momo spread her legs out. "I just want to try sex as something more intimate."

"It's okay, we'll get you through this." Kyoka was steady about guiding him into place and easing his cock right into the waiting, snug pussy now seeking his attention. The push was a slow and patient one, one that made Momo moan in steady appreciation for what was following, her body tensing up and surprise washing slowly over her. She was ready to help, and she eased him forward to start pushing into Momo. The satisfaction was a blunt-force rush of weirdness and surprise, sweeps of a dizzy heat washing over her as she braced herself for the weirdness to come and for all the hottest of pleasures.

Intimacy was hard to do with a girl drenched in cum from the wild indulgence before, but Koji was committed. He leaned over Momo, hands planted firm on the ground for balance while he looked into her eyes, forcing himself to hold that eye contact while giving in to the wild pleasures to come. It was all he could think about, eager, throbbing excitement bringing him a weird satisfaction as he opened himself up now to the weirdness that followed. Momo was tight. His huge dick struggled against the growing pressures and surprises of giving in to this, but he felt fully prepared to ride this out and to seek what he couldn't resist now.

"Just like that. Start working back and forth now." Kyoka held onto his cock. There was enough of it that she had plenty to hold onto while he worked his way deeper into Momo. It was slow and careful, and she leaned against him with an insistent, firm desire to see this out. Pumping his cock for good measure, she wanted him to feel comfortable, wondering if leaning against him would be too overbearing and defy the idea of 'intimacy' too much, amid her weird slide ever deeper into what this could offer.

Kyoka's encouragement helped Koji tremendously. Mom helped, too. "Your cock feels so nice," she moaned. "Please, let me know what you really want from now on. We can enjoy it together." Koji's tenderness was something she was at least sort of able to pierce through her fog to address and foster, wanting to keep this up and wanting to hold firm to the pleasures taking her further.

All this emboldening attention had Koji pushing in deeper, overcoming his doubts and insecurities over having such a big cock, finding that he could fit it into Momo after all, that she was liking it. It kept him hungry and eager, kept him wanting to give in fully. He pulled ah and away and pulled Kyoka in closer before sinking one of his oversized fingers into her pussy, making her squeak in surprise. "I can be intimate with both of you," he decided, a vocal confidence swelling through him as he tried to navigate these weird pleasures now. There was no reason to hold himself back, an uncontainable fascination keeping him lit up and engaged, keeping him wanting more of whatever the hell this was.

Going from being unsure he should even fuck one girl to now having two hanging on him, Koji was finding his groove. Momo moaned a lot louder in her fuck-addled state of ravenous need, sure, but Kyoka found her invitation to join in, leaning over him, moaning and kissing his neck and grinding against his hand. To ride one finger to incredible pleasure was a hell of a treat, but it felt like one she had to give in to, had to undergo for the sake of losing all control. He tried to hold steady, tried to not let his size be too much in the midst of growing excitements and spectacles, but he was happy to continue pushing. With Kyoka to guide him, he felt ready for this.

Together, they writhed toward release, Koji's hips hastier and a steady desire pushing everything to a fascinated state of mad pleasure, an urgent joy that kept things moving steadier, that kept the pleasure coming on with less and less expectable heat. The pleasure reached a point he couldn't fight any longer, his hips bucking and shuddering before finally he slammed forward and erupted inside of her. His cum pumped into Momo, who cried out in shock, her own orgasm coming amid a

sense of pure satisfaction. normal orgasms were perfectly nice too sometimes, and she savoured the dizzy joys of giving up to this mess, of feeling relaxed and calm and ready to pursue pure satisfaction.

"You did great," Kyoka said, continuing to hang off of Koji as he pulled out. "Let's get you over to the couch so I can give you a ride now." Koji, with his cheeks flush, happily accepted the invitation and the guidance away from the action and over to somewhere calmer, offering up a pleasure and a satisfaction that offered her something new and exciting. Koji seemed like a guy who had no space in a sloppy gangbang at that point, but Kyoka saw a chance to get that huge dick splitting her in two instead.

In sharp, wicked contrast to that, a bunch of boys how couldn't wait any longer rushed toward Momo, their cocks out and the burning pressure urging them to desperately seek some degree of satisfaction and sense in the wake of this all. Aoyama, Rikido, Iida, and Mashirao had all been waiting their turns, all been waiting for the chance to get at them, their big cocks swarming her and imposing upon her something truly senseless. A good, hardcore blowbanging was maybe exactly what Momo needed in the state of fascination and chaos about to take her. "I'm ready," she moaned. "Bring your huge cocks here and destroy me."

Four guys. Four big cocks. The insanity about to come crashing down upon her was what she needed most, and there was zero restraint in their hopeless advance, boys shoving forward, sticking cocks into her mouth and into her face. One went between her breasts and she had no idea whose cock it was, but having a big dick settled into her tits had a funny way of making Momo stop caring. The friction and burning pleasure hit her, and with ravenous glee, she opened herself up to the desperate and dizzy joys, to a want that held her tight and made her body ache for more. Whatever part of her brain should have cared about whose dick was going where simply shut off under the thrill and fascination of what followed, a pleasure for her to savour while giving up to the dramatic pulses of raw heat that she needed most.

The burning pressure added up to be an excessive rush of bliss. Her mouth wrapped around a dick, and her hands sought out the other two. She didn't want to think of who was getting what, simply working to service these cocks with her hungry mouth, her eager hands, and her perfect tits. That was enough. That was everything now to the hopeless girl throwing herself into complete madness. It was a pleasure too forward to be able to resist, too fierce for sense. With every ache across her body lighting her up with tireless vigor, all that Momo could do was accept it and give in deeper, chasing the sloppy passion deeper and losing herself to the pleasures that this offered her.

It helped that the boys weren't patient enough to let her simply tend to one of them. Quickly, the overbearing burden of attention pushed her thoughts around with excess and greed too steep to make much sense of; Momo was switching her hands around, feeling one guy pull out of her mouth and another slam his way even deeper. The chaos and the frenzy behind what they were after brought on the most wicked and fierce of pleasures, a chaos and a commotion meant to make her completely buckle. There wasn't any sense behind this, just the burning, relentless fever of heat throbbing harder through her, making her want this on a level more base and more desperate than she could fathom.

This was where she thrived. The pleasure and commotion brought her an overbearing rush of satisfaction in all directions, a chance to explore whatever this mess could be, and every step of the way brought her through the most base and core of her desires. Unable to think about reason or sense, Momo accepted the most innately depraved frontier of pleasure, a form of desire too steep and bizarre to handle. Every second felt madder and weirder, driving her to keep up this chaos while

learning the hard way what pure joys she could find. In their haste and their arousal, they treated her body how she now felt like it needed to be treated. The very essence of her most wanton desires lay in the surrender to these vulgar terms, and she felt damn good about giving up to all of it.

The groans all ran together, noises of boys loving her body and beign treated to the deepest and most senseless of passions by her. Momo wanted to keep it up, revering them all with senseless delight and with a fascination burning brighter yet through her body. She wanted this, craved the satisfaction and the relief of making them feel these dramatic sweeps of heat, a lust escalating without restraint or normalcy to it, all in the name of pushing her to the limit. Momo wanted to serve. Serving was all she could do, all she could process. The sloppy desire to serve and to adore consumed her, and Momo was happy to be caught up in such a desperate and baffling frenzy, to live these most reckless of passions without any care for reason or control now. It was all about getting off, about getting her deepest pleasures in and showing off her most hopeless of passions.

The sloppy, dizzy desperation continued to flaunt a delirium and a pressure that didn't seem like it was getting any saner. Burning, building heat continued to swell and escalate, driving him into a weirder state of wanton hunger, into a feeling of satisfaction that didn't make a shred of sense to her now. Momo was in a state compeltely detached from reason, one of hunger and fire and commotion. She wanted this, throbbing through the weirdness and the delirium and a that she was being pushed to the limits of what these demands could wring out of her. She didn't know how to keep up with it, but she continued to stroke and suck her way to what she was sure would be the gooiest, most glorious mess imaginable.

This all built up to a moment of chaos and excess as the boys gave in. With vocal, aching groans and a mess of erupting passion, the boys came all over her, pulling back and raining down on her with all the cum they could muster, the waves of sticky spectacle and gooey delight sending Momo into shrieking spectacle and passion. Momo took the rain of spunk and the spectacle of being made an absolute mess of, the dripping pleasure and the fever and the utter delight that it offered. It set her off, writhing pleasure and ecstasy setting her off. She came hard, howling out in joy through having been blowbanged to the brink. Writhing through the pleasure, through the joy, and she needed more of it. Craved it.

"I've got something for you, cooed Mina, who pushed Momo forward. She went up, hips going into the air whole Mina came bearing down on her, a double-ended dildo sticking out of her big ass, dangling from between her cheeks. Grabbing hold of it and giving it a little twirl like it was a tail, she lined it up with Momo's pucker and began to sink back against her, settling onto all fours too so they could go ass to ass with the toy and put on a show. A show that drew wild, ravenous cheers from everyone watching.

Momo perked up, pressing her ass back against the commotion and meeting the attention with her own, ready to put on a show and ready to captivate everyone watching this insanity go down. Her jerked back harder against this, relentless and hungry, her heavy tits clapping together to go with the sound of her and Mina's cheeks doing the same.

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The endless debauchery wound on for hours, people coming and going, leaving the room and deciding to drain another load out, the girls pairing off with guys and then drifting back in with cum running down their thighs to seek out another. The chaos was all centered on Momo, but its spread was the real magic. The class had become so much more loose, sexually, so much more open to little bits and bursts of indulgence. At least the ones not in a relationship, but even they had opened the door to having a third to share. It was a sweet frontier of chaos and confusion.

With Kyoka at the head of it. She loved that aspect of it; this was insanity, but an insanity under her control, a passion and a fever that she could continue to push on with. Almost everyone was paying attention to Momo, sure, but Kyoka knew what was going on and who was in charge. She channeled that excitement through all the wicked thrills and pressures that kept her pushing the limits of these growing frustrations. This was everything now for Kyoka, and she felt the burning passions increasing, swelling, coming on with pleasures too molten to believe. Even if she wasn't getting a lot of action, she held the reins on her girlfriend, and she got to marvel at all of it. When Mineta wobbled over to fuck her tits, it was only with Kyoka's permission. That was what she wanted, if nothing else.

"Kyoka?" a voice called from behind, making her turn around to face the surprise of Shoto standing there. "Can we talk?"

"Momo's not too busy, she has other holes," Kyoka said, absentminded and not even fully understanding what he was saying. Surely Shoto was after some time with Momo, though. Everyone was. "If you don't mind sharing her with Mineta, you can hop in."

Shoto was as surprised by her response as she was about to be by the words, "I don't want to fuck Momo right now. I wanted to talk to you."

"You want to what?" Kyoka's voice was absolutely baffled. Sure, she stood there with cum leaking out of her, but she was often stuck with Momo's sloppy seconds. She didn't mind too much--it was just a foregone inevitability--but she hadn't seen Shoto even jump Momo through the whole orgy. He was talking to her, though. Not Momo. Not fucking her after having a round in Momo. Not getting her to suck him off and clean a cock drenched in Momo's juices.

Why?

"I wanted to spend some time with you. I know this is for Momo, but you've been taking really good care of her. Sort of. It's made me see you in a different light, and you've spent this whole timer getting people who only want you after they're done with Momo, but I think I only want you right now."

Kyoka babbled in shock and startled weirdness, not sure how to approach that at all, but as Shoto pulled her in to a kiss, she found herself melting. This wasn't right. Not morally, but just factually. This wasn't something that was supposed to happen to an invisible girl like Kyoka, who got fucked in the chaos of what followed, of a pleasure burning stranger and hotter across her. This was too much, but its gorgeous, ferocious excess.

She melted into the kiss, hopelessly falling into whatever this was while Shoto got his hands onto her. The pleasure was bizarre, a swell of weird surprise and excitement to have to consider, pleasure coming on stranger and bringing her to a rush of mad fascination, to a pleasure that was truly fierce. It was only a kiss, but that mere kiss was enough to already start driving her mad, to bring her deeper into this, and she didn't know how to handle it. She just knew she was ready for whatever this offered, falling into deeper joy and into a spectacle she couldn't help but need more of. What was this?

Mina noticed the commotion going on, and she couldn't resist inching ever closer to this mess, sidling up beside this and bringing her hands onto Kyoka's body. "Mind if I join in?' she asked. 'I bet you're showing Kyoka some appreciation for everything she's odne, and I want to help."

Before she knew what was happening, Kyoka was taking on tongues and hands upon her body.

Shoto seized her small breasts and indulged happily in toying with them, happily showing off a passion to keep surrendering to. Mina was more forward, getting to her knees and licking her pussy, tending to the growing commotion and fiery excitement of a pleasure that needed to build and escalate, swelling hotter and climbing to a state of pure bliss. This was perfect, burning and fierce and utterly brilliant.

All Kyoka could do was wriggle and squirm her way through these delights, through a fierce joy and passion she could barely understand, but she knew she wanted to give in to more of it. "I don't think I deserve this," she moaned, opening up to incredible joys and sweet satisfaction. She opened up to it anyway, falling into a weirder joy and savouring what it offered, wanting to explore her way into fascinated joys. Her body writhed and shivered, embracing pleasures and fires that she wanted to give in to more and more and more of. Her fingers fumbled with Shoto's pants, getting his cock out and starting to stroke him, burning with a misaimed and fierce passion that she wanted more of.

"You deserve it and more," Shoto promised, toying with her nipples and indulging in a deeper pleasure that led her further into chaos and excitement. The ruinous thrills of giving in to it all felt perfect, felt like a relief and an excitement she could give in to hotter. He kissed her again and again. "I want to take it slow, okay?"

"Okay," Kyoka whined. This felt like a dream. The popular boy noticed her. He was kissing her. He wanted to have sex with her while the stacked, big titted, completely inhibitionless Momo was nearby, stripped naked, writhing in joy.

Mineta was on top of Momo, greedily humping away at her plush tits, his hands gripping them tightly to keep up with the wild chaos of his deepest desires. The relentless want and the messy fever that carried him made him feel better and better about this whole spectacle, about a mad rush of pleasures that seemed utterly devoid of reason or control now, stripped of sense and needing only to continue this relentless fire. It was ferocious, it was wanton, but it felt too good for Momo to take amid her twisting on the floor and the wanton satisfaction carrying her to ruin. This was everything now, a rush of senseless passion that just had to be embraced.

"I can't believe they're taking away your slutty tits. I hope they don't make them smaller. That would be a crime." Mineta had savoured these past few weeks more than he could have ever believed.

Nothing about these endless satisfactions seemed real, but he was ready for more and more of it, prepared to throw himself into the deep end without a shred of restraint. He needed to make the most of every second of this, a relentless passion keeping him ready for more and making this satisfaction burn through him without a shred of sense.

Mina was all over Kyoka. "You have to be better to yourself. We love you, Kyoka. You aren't just the girl behind Momo. You're a real hottie, and everyone wants a turn with you, too." Her relentless pressure and the senseless desire keeping her going was what she needed, and Kyoka was happy to keep sinking into it, keep sliding into this mess of utter satisfaction. She worked her over, touching her, indulging in her, making this pleasure burn stranger and fiercer.

Kyoka felt dizzy and overwhelmed, ready to slide into deeper confusion and opening up to these pleasures, a sinking surrender and passion that left her wanting more of it. Needing it. This was about to take her deeper, and she didn't understand what she was about to open up to, but Kyoka felt like she had to accept whatever it was, had to give in to pure ecstasy.

Down onto the bed Kyoka went, guided by Shoto into place. She lay on her back with Mina crawling

up on top of her, shifting into place and sinking his cock slowly into her. "This is for you," Shoto insisted, ready to help show a different kind of affection to Kyoka, one that wasn't about Momo at all.

"This is for me," Kyoka whined, biting her lip and writhing under this attention. Before she could move up to kiss him, Mina moved in to steal her lips too, making huer move and insisting pleasures upon this situation that made sure nobody could have ignored her if they tried. The pleasure was there, and as Shoto began to fuck her with careful, confident strokes, Kyoka got to feel something oddly intimate, something that she knew on every level wasn't just about waiting until Momo was available.

As Mina licked down Kyoka's chest to suck on her perky nipples, though, the room was clear for Shoto to come kiss her too, and he leaned eagerly forward to do so. It was a passion and intimacy that she felt wildly unprepared for, the kind of pleasure that Kyoka was finally getting used to from Momo in her strung out state, but which the idea of a guy like Shoto wanting to give her was still madness for. She did her best not to question it or bum herself out of enjoying these pleasures, gripping Shoto and Mina tightly, letting their adoration and their affection become something transcendent. The wild desire to give in was more than she could handle, and she wanted only more of these weird pleasures.

Mina was happy to play with them both, leaning in to kiss the base of Shoto's cock and caress his balls with a hand reaching in from behind, but also to kiss up along his neck and tease him with her fingertips. Playing a supporting role was fine by Mina; she saw a chance to help Kyoka's confidence and to ease this together. "It's so hot how we just fuck as friends now. I hope this stays when Momo's tits are fixed. There's no reason that you two hotties can't keep fucking on the side, right?'

"I'd love that," Shoto groaned so quickly that it made Kyoka almost squeal with girlish shock. How could he be serious? She pulled him in tighter for more kisses. Shoto Todoroki as her fuckbuddy. She couldn't believe it, but if she pulled him in to a tight enough kiss, he wouldn't see how badly her cheeks had begun to burn.

Off to the side, Mineta was down between Momo's legs now, having raw, ferocious monkey sex with her. Her cum-blasted tits bounced wildly and the sounds they made were the kinds of noises that humans probably weren't supposed to make during sex, with Mineta on the war path and a blissed out Momo feeling the weight of hours of constant, feverish ecstasy. She was in too far to care, tongue hanging out, eyes rolled back, her body thrashing against his to give in to whatever was taking her.

The idea that she could have possibly acted polite or decent, that she could have contained herself, felt now like an absolute joke, like something to have nothing but utter disdain for the very concept of. It was the most senseless, messy fucking that could have happened.

"I'm a cocksleeve," Momo whined. "Your huge dick feels so good. Keep going. Fuck my tits after, too. I love this!" She started to grope herself madly, the struggles and the passion driving her into a weirder and hotter rush of fascination.

"I know how to fix it," Mineta said. "I'm going to knock you up so that your titties get even huger!" He hadn't expected the raw damage his words did, but when he said, Momo screamed her way through giving up to it. It set her off on the spot, mere words making her climax as she screamed, her orgasm almost making her pass out entirely.

"Yes, do it, breed me!" she howled with bloodcurdling ecstasy, unable to care about anything else now. Mineta was happy to oblige, to pump her full of cum and rut her womb without restraint, a pleasure and fire and a fascination compeltely divorced from reason. It just felt right, the passion

setting them both aflame and everything falling perfectly into place.

On the other side of the room, Shoto worked his way up to cumming inside of Kyoka with nothing but sweet, steady devotion. "I want you to finish inside," Kyoka moaned. "Please." Her fingers tightened against his back. Mina now had her head right in on the action, giving the happy pair a thorough fucklicking while these escalating passions came together. A big, sloppy gangbang for her girlfriend wasn't the place that Kyoka thought she was going to find out a guy thought she was cute and wanted to be friends with benefits, but it felt right in the moment now.

Shoto was happy to groan and heave his way through this. "Mina, move your head," he warned, and once she was out of range, his body came down upon hers, his face buried into hers and his tongue shoving into her mouth as his load pumped into her womb. The unbridled intimacy of this situation was what they needed, a pleasure and a fire that ruled them both now. Clinging to one another's bodies, Shoto and Kyoka gave in to the pleasure and sank into a committed agreement to fuck again when all this Momo stuff was over.

Then, he turned in with a goodnight kiss. "Good luck tomorrow. I'm going to head to bed." He left a starry-eyed Kyoka feeling like a queen while Mina crawled in for the kill, ready to pounce for the whole night on the punk while she was glowing with joy.

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Kyoka woke up in Momo's room as Mina's little spoon, and there wasn't a Momo to be found. Forcing herself into one of the oversized shirts and shorts that she kept in Momo's room for walks back to her own in the morning, Kyoka had to figure out where Momo was in the dorms. She was fortunate enough to have gotten it right on her first guess; she was with Mineta, positively drenched in semen and cuddled up with the goblin of a boy.

Mina had to gently drag Momo away and guide her into the showers. They had to get Momo looking presentable for the treatment, and Kyoka knew it was going to be a massive task after the blowbang, but she hadn't expected it to be this bad of one until she was in the thick of it and dealing with just how much semen Mineta had caked on her body and inside of her holes, half-dried and absolutely too much for a mere one shower to deal with.

After it was all washed away and Momo was as presentable as she could possibly be, it wasn't much time to wait until the specialist arrived. Kyoka fretted over the treatment, allowed to stay in the room while the doctor did the work with a healing quirk that could reverse a lot of the damage. It wasn't one hundred percent, though; they were up front about the likelihood some sensitivity was going to remain after so long with the affliction, but when it was over, most of the damage, and more importantly, the major damage, was taken care of.

The new Momo could still cum from her tits, but it was nowhere near as severe. Not only waws it going to take more work than just the friction of her breasts bouncing when they ran, but the maddening addiction to those orgasms receded, too. It was just a normal erogenous zone now, a g- spot that could be used for pleasure, one that would still let her even cum from titfucks, but which wasn't going to turn her into a mindbroken wreck slavishly howling for more degradation from anyone who would touch her.

There was only one way to celebrate things when the girls settled in for the night; for Kyoka to worship Momo's sensitive, plump tits to orgasm all night long. It was a weird thing to go back to normal, but both girls came out of this insane situation all the better for it. Their classmates had devolved into being open to casual sex, they were a couple now, and as Kyoka indulged in every inch

of Momo, she felt like she could finally soothe her jealousies. Kyoka did have a huge pair of tits after all, they were just attached to the most amazing girl in the world, and she was allowed to do anything to them. That was better than the growth spurt that never came.