Identity Pop (Pop Step Multi Twinning)

“Alright Kazuho today’s the day. You’ve really got to get rid of this thing before you use it.”

It had been a few years since Kazuho Haneyama had stopped her more overt vigilante activity, though she still did streaming in her old costume and tried to make it in the DIY internet pop scene, things had slowed down considerably over the last few years since she’d been saved from the Queen Bee debacle. But there were remnants of it she hadn’t left behind. Not the obvious ones or anything psychological, but more a… special gift that had first left her susceptible.

An unreleased single, self-titled but produced by the one and only All For One who had been bored one day and combined at least twenty specific quirks and a digital medium to make a jpop song so addicting, so utterly irresistible that… Well it didn’t matter she was finally getting rid of it, always feeling ashamed at how many times she’d kept it in the back of her mind whenever someone was being nasty to her, when life was getting her down. That and the high she felt listening to it was its own form of confidence booster though it was more, put it on for a day when she didn’t have to do anything for a while and go to town in front of a mirror with enough self affirmation to barrel through a full month.

But there had been a few close calls, almost selecting it to upload instead of her other similarly titled song, the thought of it leaking sending shivers down her spine. It was one hundred percent evil and too much temptation, Kazuho allowing herself one last listen before she scrubbed it for good, headphones neatly plugged in from her rentable warehouse out in the shittier parts of the city, a nice secluded place to not have to worry about anyone-

CRASH

“Ugh dammit Deku, these new boosters suck!”

“That’s not my fault Kacchan, I was just doing a favor for Mei. I told you not to show off!”

“You’re filing the stupid collateral damage report for me!”

“That’s not fair I didn’t- EHH?!”

The two arguing heroes finally noticed a furiously blushing Kazuho as she quickly shifted her leotard back in place, though it was pretty clear from the toys on her desk what she had been planning on doing, causing an awkward silence. Kazuho broke it first, not her first run in with a PR disaster that wasn’t her fault at all, besides there was a genuine shock of recognition at the figures who had crashed in, pretty much everyone knowing Bakugou and Midoriya after the war.

“Ahaha, oh wow, I can’t believe two fellow celebrities would crash in on my off hours. What’re the chances! Didn’t realize you were both such big fans of me!”

She did her cheeriest pose to them, the awkwardness replaced by confusion on their ends.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Her smile trembled slightly, though she shouldn’t be too surprised, the temperamental delinquent tag never far from a guy whose hero name sounded like an edgy pre teen’s gamer tag. But hey the walking encyclopedia next to him would surely know who she was, his well worn scars doing little to mask his boyish innocence.

“Awww c’mon, I’m everyone’s favorite idol here-”

“You’re with that cat group?”

She turned towards Deku with a played up pleading look, ready to have him correc-

“I-I don’t know who you are either. Apologies miss.”

Kazuho’s lips flattened to a tight line.

“I thought you were a hero mega fan! They kept having to cut off your tangents for half the press conferences.”

It was his turn to flash a smile and a shrug, doing his best to deescalate the situation.

“Come on, I was with Knuckleduster! The Skycrawler?”

“Oh shit Knuckleduster? That old dude’s metal!”

“Yes but Skycrawler went the legal route which is why I think he’s the better-”

“So you gotta know me! Pop Step, everyone's favorite indie idol!”

Again that annoyingly apologetic shrug which was already infuriating enough, but something else was bothering Kazuho, her annoyance getting her pretty close to Deku as she was jabbing a finger towards the two.

“W-Well you see ma’am-”

“And why aren’t you all flustered! You kept blushing whenever you were near the-”

“Cause you’re flat and this nerd only gets flustered around tits.”

“K-Kacchan please! Don’t say thaaaat!”

Oh great, they crash into her pad, interrupt her private time and then to top it all off make her feel like shit. Well she wasn’t gonna just let them get out of this without giving her the repair costs and a shout out and maybe-

CLACK

She had forgotten to take her headphones off her neck, the long cord unplugging itself as sugary pop music started blasting out, the earlier shock leaving her tapping play without realizing, the song playing harmlessly till now. This was bad, horrendously, horrifically bad, or at least that’s what she’d normally feel about such an accident, but her damaged ego was quickly gaining a big boost of self importance and it was already too late the second it started blasting out, a few stray squiggles of pink already popping out Bakugo’s head. Well then it was time to see if it really was as ‘catchy’ as it was cracked up to be, Kazuho ready to add their star power to her ranks.

“Rrgh what the fuck’s this crap?!”

Bakugo hated this kind of bubbly overproduced crap, her vocals clearly not worth anything from the amount of processing, this kind of autotuned echo digital fuzz grinding inside his ears that made the hairs stand stiff on the back of his neck… before promptly inverting into his pores. He hated it, but it was one of those repetitive hooks that drilled into your head and wouldn’t leave, prickling inside as the spiky blonde bush atop his head wilted, moisturizing from the roots, the throbbing bubblegum bass rumbling under his scalp as pink roots spread the degreased tangles past his ears, not that it did much to block out the noise.

On the other hand Deku realized that a few compliments could go a long way, not wanting to aggravate the idol any more than he had. Besides if she really did know Knuckleduster he could possibly get an autograph not that he really needed validation from that old bruiser… Her sound system really was quite something, Deku feeling the music vibrate through him as if he was an amplifier, the melodies pounding into his brain, the lack of resistance an open season on his identity as the chords dove deep into every recess.

Yes it was a good song, n-no great song, greatest ever? He was really feeling it, the guitar and bass melodies strumming down into his DNA, his throat feeling dry as the urge to sing along was building. His feet were tapping along, balancing on his toes as his nervously jogging heels synchronized to the on and off beats as the green leather darkened and squeezed. He was always such a sponge, the malleable folds of his brain trembling, subconsciously squeezing his thighs to the beat as his cock stiffened, so turned on at the memory of being in a professional studio, knowing her fans and haters wouldn’t be able to resist-

“NNGH!”

He shuddered, his suit quickly dampening not that he seemed to notice, Pop Step’s autobiographical lyrics filling his mind with her memories, her routines, the catchiness aiding the looping cycle of change as even the unreleased choreography came to his bulky legs like it was second nature, finesse molding his feet to the grip of boots made for dancing, far less durable and made for someone a lot more petite, not that his body offered much resistance as his well trained feet shed muscle for dexterity, pads of his toes smoothing out as his heels bobbed higher, not quite heels but a notable raise added the thick soles of his squeezing boots that were quickly merging with his pants.

Step ball change, step ball change, kick, kick, shimmy shimmy shimmy~ His legs were shaking, half hearted steps and stumbles following the clear choreography, the pop music fizzling through his mind, so joyous and bouncy and endlessly replayable that it just made sense to shut his brain off, higher functions dampened by such mindless fun, a swelling of heat that felt vaguely familiar rumbling up and down his legs. It was on the tip of his tongue, this sensation distracting her from the choreo but it finally hit him as the surging feeling spread up his thighs, blackened rubber squeezing his calves as his hips swayed to the beat. It was like when All Might gave her One For Leap and set him on the path of being the top idol in the-

FLOOMF

He stumbled head first into the nearest speaker, his squeals drowned out by the music, hips shaking frantically as they widened, his pants tearing down the mid thigh as they burst out into a black skirt. Whatever was left inside his head was quickly concussed as the vibrations of the song ran roughshod through her skull as she moaned along to the lyrics, cumming to the beat as her flexible calves finished warming up, all that stiffness working itself out as the familiar plushness of her thighs quickly joggled her trembling cheeks up to their perky, attention grabbing cushions, perfectly on display as her black unitard squeezed against her aching, dripping… cock?

“S-Seriously why’s it s-so fucking repetit-hiiiive~?”

It was like nails on a chalkboard made insufferably catchy, the urge to hum along strong, even his fingers betraying him as they began tapping against his outfit to the beat. It really didn’t help that Dekuho was tapping along so eagerly, that clack clack clack of his heels yet another conditioning trigger as his crimson eyes squinted. Veins flared over his temples, each throb weakening as his brow gradually flattened, eyebrows squirming like caterpillars ready to metamorphosize as they spun from blonde blocks to cotton candy lines.

He was being assaulted, nerves on end as his whole hands began to tap tap away, palms shrinking as his fingers slimmed into dainty metronomes. Even the slightest concession winnowed away his masculinity, his skin shivering as muscle began to melt, arms soon jogging against his sides as the room began to spin.

“H-Hey Dehhhkuho I-I’m feeling w-heeird. Dekuho? Hey Daahkuho? The hell are you… are you dancing?”

Bakuho usually joked that he was allergic to the kind of bubblegum pop Ochaco played, but it really felt like the case, his eyes watering up as his red irises flashed pink every new bar of the song, gradually widening as his skin continued to leech muscle and hair, an odd tenderness to everything as even his dick began to prickle embarrassingly. It was getting harder to see, Deku’s outlines blurring, his pants looking weird as Bakuho squinted to get things back from the fuzzies, the pressure warping his eye sockets, the pink continuing to flash in line with a subtle throb like his whole body was synchronized to her speakers.

“Uhhngh h-hey Dakuhooo suhhhmthing’s wrong this isn’t MMGH! God dahhmmit. I swear this shit’s rahhtting my AHHHHN~?!”

His resistance was being dulled, a slender hand rising to meet the desperate flexing in his head, just a slight tap making the whole thing collapse as he screamed. The world had turned pink, bushy hair floofing past his shoulders, his squeals hitching to the beat as his throat felt clogged. There was a sudden heaviness, the orange X on his hero outfit turning red and condensing, the large grey sweat condensers growing a white and red collar as a sailor fuku far too small for his frame pressed down and inwards on his shoulders as the moaning continued.

The sensation of giving in was orgasmic, what he was giving into less important than the way his cock was buzzing, his far too loose gloves peeling back as his arms suddenly collapsed to his sides. He had no strength, weak driblets of something thick dampening his boxers, cloth pressing against a frame that was rapidly crumbling, shoulders spasming as they jerked his dizzy body to and fro as flashes of dance moves tried to worm their way in deeper.

“NNGGGH HAAAA G-Gosh MMGH GOD DAMMIT DAHHHZUHO HEHHHHLP!”

His gauntlets felt so heavy, the smoothing deflation of his arms letting them slide lower and lower, clanking as they tumbled to the floor, Bakuho finally able to move again but now the whole world was a blur. He could vaguely make out the shape of his triplet stumbling awkwardly as if they hadn’t practiced their choreo a ton! The buzzing in his skull was getting worse, hands massaging his creaking features, lips bitten as he tried to repress the thoughts, the dizziness, the urge to say how amazing her new single was as his mask squeezed tightly to his rounding features. The black slip of fabric condensed down to black frames, the special lenses hooked up to comms and other tech whiting out before clearing into basic prescription lenses.

The harder he bit his lip the more it seemed to swell, the same for the music as he choked on sugary sweetness, a few locks of hair spat from his mouth as he twisted about. He swayed, legs damp as his hairless cock continued thumping like the bass drum in the track, that pressurized sensation building between his thighs as he could hear Dazuho’s moans harmonizing with his own. Wait harmonizing? Shit why was his voice so whiny all of a sudden? And why was Dazuho shaking his hips off beat? No that didn’t matter right- Wait he could see clearly again? Was he wearing-

Before the thought could finish, Dazuho’s pants burst open giving Bakuho a full view as his thighs and ass swelled with fat, jiggling intensely as the music energized his keeled over stomping, the sight of his nearly bare ass hypnotizing as if she was putting on a private show for her special fans. Shit why was he so turned on, it’s not like Dazuho’s moans fit such a girly track, b-but she did have a thing for nerdy studious do gooder types even if she’d never tell Koichi how cute he- No none of that was right! Shit he needed to get his eyes checked stupid glasses, Bakuho daintily slipping them off and rubbing at the lenses, both of them already steamed from the sight of Dazuho’s cock splurting out from their idol costume, the thought of anyone seeing what she wore under her uniform like- Oh fuck this was bad this was-

“AMAAAAAAAZIIIIING~!”

The blaring speakers were rattling the bones in her planted skull, her mouthguard barely lasting ten seconds before it slid up into a black domino mask like Bakuho’s and quickly molded to his malleable features. There were two eruptions, cum blasting out as spandex squeezed between his balls, the domino mask massaging his cheekbones and squeezing his brain like it was the bubblegum ready to pop. Pink strained out the top of her head, her eager moans singing along albeit slightly off key without her warm ups, her voice matching the processed notes as best as she could as two fluffy pink buns grew out on either side.

How could she have forgotten such an amazing hero idol? Pop Step was the greatest, her truest idol, every facet of her life washing out most of those other heroes who didn’t have a single that had charted on the indie charts in the bottom half of the list. Every performance, every fan meet up, every song she had written poured in, sending Dazuho into a frenzy as she made out with the vibrating music, her former hero outfit disintegrating under the violent shocks of her song as she happily let her sense of self be swallowed by the eager, bubbly-

“DAHHHHHZUUUUUHOOOO~!”

She turned, greeted by the sight of another her, one that had seemingly bulked up at the gym from the ill fitting muscles, or should she say bulking down, the tremors of the song visibly making them shift and sink as if his muscles were all doing a synchronized fan cheer of submission.

“I-I’M RESIIIIISTIIING IHHHHT B-HUUUUT IT’S IHHHHN MY HEEEAD! Y-YOU GAHHTTA TURN IT AHHHHF B-BEFORE WE TURN INTO PAHHHHHP STEHHHHHP~?”

There was an instant regret in saying the name followed by a shudder for Bakuho, Dazuho’s cries much more blissful as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her mask finished chewing her features into Kazuho’s, the name Pop Step flashing in lights and designs through her mind as her shaking glow stick squeezed out more worthless fluid.

Yes yes yes she wasn’t just Pop Step’s number one fan, she was actually BECOMING her? Just the realization was enough to get her squirting, her hips twisting and shaking as her right ball got wedged inside by the tightening spandex, her body bound by the forming idol outfit as she did her best not to get any cum on the speakers.

“PAHHHHHP STEHHHHHP BEEECUHHHHMING PAHHHP STEHHP~!”

Just saying her idol name was orgasmic, Kazuho eagerly rolling her shoulders as the outfit squeezed and shrank her, her own ass bouncing along with her eager hops as her heart shaped armlets melted away that ridiculous muscle, her scarred fingers splayed and wriggling as they slimmed to svelte, dainty things, nails freshly manicured while Bakuho was trying to stuff his ears, though she could see him sneaking a few peaks every time she shook her buns. Such a tsundere, but maybe that’s why he was turning into their off stage look.

Having an audience made it all way more fun, her remaining ball twisting inside the sac as she continued gyrating to the preplanned choreo, Bakuho’s groans all the encouragement needed as she rolled her spine up into a flexible arch, her left hand dimpling against her ass cheek as fingers dug into the remaining lump. She was moaning at the big climb in the sound, her voice finding the high notes easier and easier to reach as she swirled her ball deeper, reaching the climactic rise as her scrotum thickened to a pulsing labia, a few more circular tugs spreading them open as another few inches squirted out her eager idol garden. She could hear Bakuho squealing about something, even his angry tone turning more bratty and reserved, glad to know she was rubbing off on her soon to be triplet.

It was taking everything not to give in further, fingers and tufts of pink hair shoved into his ears to block out the noise after Kazu- Kaz- Shit he couldn’t remember her name and the more he imagined twin Pop Steps the more it felt like something was twisting in his brain all pink and bubbly and ready to harmonize… The only solace for Bakuho was that the song was finally ending, the fade out clear, his releases slowing to a trickle even if the buzzing wasn’t abating at all. His peeled off gloves from earlier had turned into a springy mass of latex that was worming up his arms, squeezing away any masculine shapes till they slid around his thin neck, but there were already so many bizarre sensations that beyond the slight pinch of latex, he didn’t really notice the beginnings of a black leotard snaking down his torso under the uniform. He had to get out of here while he was still a he, hating how cutesy his voice was, how even with the song done it was like it was looping over in his head, the start’s buildup already… wait no no no-

“Aww did you really think I’d let it end there? Not that you can really stop it, but it’s just so catchy riiiiight?”

The original was enjoying the show, uncaring if either of them saw her fingering herself, the sight of two muscly guys giving into her way too much to ignore especially with how narcissistic listening to it always made her. She didn’t know exactly how the twinning process would work, but god was she glad that mister murder god himself was still resisting even as she could see the resistant trembles of pleasure in him, looking so scared amidst the anger and bliss. Besides it was just another click to make the whole track repeat, leaving it to loop as her almost finished twin half cheered and half moaned.

“YOU FR-HEAKING B-HIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGH?!”

At the first big chord, the mass of latex burst downward, Bakuho tearing weakly at his clothes as latex clung to his faded muscles, wringing him even smaller as his cock began to leak again. Worse the tight slap of latex had sealed onto his nipples, painfully pulling them into the slight gap as every throb had them chafe as he could feel them growing thicker and more sensitive by the bar. He couldn’t help but paw at his chest, accidentally tweaking the burgeoning lumps as his pecs were being squeezed down, the wrong kind of bulge happening as the softening heft looked more conical than the square bulges he once had.

“Aww what’s wrong? I thought you said I didn’t have tits right? Sure sounds like you’re feeling something doesn’t it?”

“F-HUUUUUDGE YOU!”

Amidst the tweaking an over awareness of cursing due to idol expectations and streaming guidelines was blunting the edge of his ability to properly curse her out, which just got Kazuho off even more.

“Aww how cute. No wonder so many people liked teasing me; this is fun. Good thing your gauntlet thingies are gone or else I miiiiight have a problem.”

The bit of goading did its job, Kazuho struggling to hold back a smirk once she saw his body tense, teeth grinding as he had his eureka moment.

“I’LL SHOW Y-HOOOU A PRAHHHBLEHHHM!”

His skin crackled, plenty of sweat available from the intense changes, the tight leotard damp with dissolved mass leeching out his smooth body, the latex hugging around his back as he used his quirk, ready to blow the whole storage space to smithereens as his skin hummed, a charge rumbling up through his core only for the pressure of activation to bubble upwards right under his erect, pinched-

BLLBLLSSH BLLBLLSSH

His legs crumpled, Kakuho cumming again and again as Pop Step’s breasts burst outwards, lipids igniting like a series of firecrackers right under his new erogenous zones as his waist crumpled like a bottle of empty lighter fluid. No more angry resistance, just panicked disbelief at the raw surges of bliss rattling through his collapsing skeleton, his waist hugged to petite curves as his ass jutted back, legs weakened as he collapsed onto his ass.

“NO N-HOOOO AHHH STAHHHP OOOH OOOOH NAHHHT THEEERE!”

The idol outfit was wringing out the masculinity, groping his new breasts as he could feel the bubbly music spilling in, his mind a wreck as flashes of Koichi and the way his perky breasts jiggled when she did her dances as if they were as big as- There was a wet splat as Kakuho’s hips widened, a long lusty shriek that modulated with the verse’s singing squeezed from his core as it gained better support, those internet vocal lessons really paying off as his pants erupted into a skirt, his panic reaching its peak as the intensity of the orgasm sent his erupting cock a quarter inwards to fill the gap that had formed, the latex wrapping around it as her full outfit spanked and bullied the burgeoning pop star.

“FREAK FUDGE FRIIIIIIICK NOOOO I’M NAHHHT GIVING IN!”

Kazuho sighed as she watched him tear apart her uniform, or at least try to, a few tugs with his noodly arms able to cause a few pathetic rips, but then he was stripping, struggling to get rid of the corruptive clothing. While it was definitely too late to stop at this point, she didn’t much like the idea of someone seeing him or him having any memories before giving in and spilling the beans on what happened. As fun as the idea of watching him give in slowly was, she had already gotten her rocks off a few times and she’d rather nip it in the bud before it became a problem.

“Oh Kazuhooo~ I’m gonna need some help. Here lets speed this up.”

The other her was still busy awkwardly dancing, her jumps getting higher and falling slower as she gained Kazuho’s Float, though that was hardly the most exciting thing she was gaining as she bounced and swayed in time with the music. Just being spoken to by the original had the mega fan moaning as her cock sank, her thighs squeezing it bit by bit as a byproduct of the intense choreo. Kazuho couldn’t help but smirk at such a massive turnaround from being uninterested in her body to the lewd groping of her heart shaped cleavage window, desperate tugs on her nipples as she urged her mounds to rise, hands darting to and fro in a mix of showmanship and burlesque.

“Yaaaaay I c-HAAAAAN’T wait to help Kakuho become a fAHHHHN!”

Every few steps her thighs smacked together, further slapping it in, Kazuho rewinding back to one of the more intense parts of the song’s routine, her clone kicking upwards and hopping about, struggling to reach the proper heights and flexibility as she eagerly did body rolls, shimmies, high kicks, all of it whittling her form down to Pop Step’s eager idol perfection. She loved all of it, moaning her new name as her cleavage window filled up into a nice heart, each high kick tugging at the muscle of her shaft as it spread open, sinking inwards as her range of motion grew and grew.

All she could think of in her mind was Pop Step and how good it would be to fully become her, moaning as the same stretch of song looped over and over, the lyrics ‘I am Pop Step and I am perfect’ making her cum as the clear fluids squirted, then leaked, her tip spreading open, all of it squeezed in by her stretching elastic uniform that pinched it into a clit. The last traces of her former self popped away as her right leg swiveled up into a full 180, her slit throbbing against a speaker, her expression adorably eager as she giggled from the completion as she eyed her stripping, struggling triplet.

“This next number goes out to an extra special anti who really thought he could resist our charm! Well Kakuho, are you ready for the grand finale?”

He squirmed, still half undressed, the stupid bodysuit tangled up in his limbs as he quickly wriggled his way out, the other two Kazuho’s helping him strip as they roughly grabbed and tossed him into their makeshift bed for whenever they had to stay the night for streaming or video editing. This was a much more fun way to edit, the two of them pinning him down as they each grabbed a leg, keeping his hands from blocking the music as he weakly thrashed.

“G-GEHHHHT AHHHFF M-HEEEEEE~!”

“Aww don’t worry Kazuho, you’ll be getting off soon.”

“Or maybe it’s cause we’re not the ones you want pinning you down. Koichi’s more your type right?”

He squeaked, his cock angling down, another chunk sliding in as they watched his cheeks redden, confusion and arousal messing with his resistance as they could see him clearly imagining Koichi pressing her down, making her his-

“NOOOO I DOOOOON’T L-HIIIIKE THAHHHT NEET-YYYY~”

The memories were relentless, his cock continuing to leak, balls quivering as his exposed sack was shrinking in ungodly pleasurable thrusts. The other two were gradually squeezing his legs, working from his toes down, rings of muscle bulging upwards as they shaped his legs for dancing, not fighting.

“Feeling more limber Kazuho?”

“So many dance lessons really built up our endurance, remember Kazuho?”

They were slowly spreading his legs in a V, incoherent mumbling all he could reply with as they made his calves springy, repeated flashes of Koichi mounting her as his cock now angled straight down, pulling in no matter how hard he tensed his fading muscle as each thrust sent the idol thoughts deeper and deeper.

“You’re moaning so adorably Kazuho.”

“Our fans would love to see us in our old glasses Kazuho.”

“Imagine all the attention, all the praise…”

He was breaking, his cock barely a third of its length, the rings of wrung out fat squeezed past his knees and bloating in his thighs as a series of fatty pops burst under his ass as his releases were slicker, clearer. He felt girlier~!

“STAHHHHP IHHHHT! HEHHHHLP ME KOOOIIIIICHIII I N-HEEED~”

“Aww look, she’s being honest.”

“You’re just a helpless little nerd without your hero around.”

Hero? But wasn’t she a h-her-

GLSSSHH~

“OHHHHHH~!”

He had to think his head was spinning, thoughts of Koichi sticking it in while all her fans cheered- No h-had to think of performing on a massive stage with everyone chanting her name- Another pop and his shrunken cock was sinking into a flat expanse, his balls spreading him open, a flowery warmth making him hyperventilate as the orgasms started to chain, every shudder making him aware of how small his cock was, how little was left, how close she was to being Pop Step~!

PLLP

“N-NOOO OHHH OHHH~!”

It was in him, his sunken cock throbbing inside his forming slit as he was stuck fucking himself, the thrashes actually managing to kick away the other two as he curled up into a ball, grunting as every throb scraped against his folds, his own name on the verge of collapsing as he struggled to retain even the tiniest semblance of self.

“Hmm seems like she’s really worked up about this.”

“I think she needs some alone time to let it sink in…”

While ‘he’ was stuck there, Kazuho skipped back to her desk, pulling out an extra long cord that she plugged into the headphone jack, dragging her headphones with her before unceremoniously snapping them onto his ears.

“I AM POP STEP EVERYONE LOVES ME I AM POP STEP EVERYBODY’S FANTASY FEEL MY MUSIC SHAKE YOU DOWN RIGHT TO YOUR SOUL I AM POP STEP NOW’S THE TIME TO LOSE CONTROL-”

Kakuho thrashed, jets of fluid squirting from between her clenched thighs, glasses flinging off as she gripped her head screaming. One of the Kazuho’s cranked the volume up to max, the deafening blast of Pop Step shunted down his brain stem, legs curling tighter as his feet kicked frantically. The pink flashes in his irises were speeding up, the color shifting as his hair was tying itself into twin poofs as any sense of masculinity crumbled under the addictive bliss of being a star.

It was hard to say exactly when it finally popped, a series of wet churns and squirts accompanying the mind rending bliss, the new Kazuho convulsing as her hands moved from her moaning face to her pert breasts, feeling up her new figure as she squealed along to the main melody. Gradually the reserved fear and anger melted to adorable bliss, no room for their public persona as she squeezed her calves into her squishy thighs, giggling as she felt her new special place finish twisting into shape. Why would she ever want to stay a bully when she could be so much more? And of course she just had to thank her loyal audience of two as she flashed them a wink.

“Ahhhhhll done~!”

“See, I knew he was a fan all along.”

“Oh much more than a fan, she was really Pop Step just like us!”

The finished Kazuho flung herself off the bed, the other two gloating about their success as she hopped onto their computer with a serious look on her face.

“Well now that there’s three of us we’re bound to get a popularity boost. There’s been idol twins before but never triplets!”

“Yes, all our fans are gonna be super pumped when we break the news!”

“Hehe, it’s the age of Pop Step! Our path to number one is guaranteed!”

“Yeah, but why stop at just three?”

The other two turned, noticing her uploading something, logged onto the old her’s profile on social media.

“Aaaaaaand there! Won’t his followers be in for a surprise? Phew, did it just before all the memories of his passwords vanished too yaaaay~!”

The original started sweating, unsure if she was excited or horrified, already knowing the answer when she asked, “what did you just do?”

“Isn’t it obvious? That anti has millions of followers! Soooo I uploaded our special track online and posted it for all of them. We’re about to be sooooo much bigger!”

Kazuho wanted to scream at her, but then again it was also her. Wasn’t this what she wanted? If she had really been scared about it getting out there and making more of her, she’d have just thrown it out years ago. Plus the idea of going from barely filling a basement hall to being able to fill the Tokyo Dome with just her… well she always did get really into herself after listening to her best hit. She just hoped there’d still be some fans left to listen by the time her twinning era ran its course…