TG STORY - Deku's Punking Out

Story By: Warden

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Izuku walked to class, wondering what today would be like. Light shined on the ground, hitting him right in the eye. Izuku moved some of the foliage, wondering what it was. On the ground were a pair of spiked bracelets that looked like they belonged to a punk rocker.

 “Could Jiro have lost these or something?”

Izuku stared at the spiked bracelets. They were heavier and more studier than anything he had seen. Slowly, he put them on. Part of him was curious about what it would be like for him to do so. Once the clasps were around his wrists, energy went through him the longer he held them.

A small thrill, which he could not explain as he did. What stood out to him the most was how natural they felt. “Well, if someone asks about them, then I could give them back. Maybe I should get my own.”

Izuku rushed through the school to make it to class. Even though he had plenty of time to get there, he wanted to ensure he would make it before Professor Aizawa.

As he did, his skin cleaned up. Whatever impurities it might have had before diminished. What moles and blackheads on his body diminished. And the hair on his body below his eyebrows vanished as if it had never been there before. It now had a remarkable cleanliness, as if every blade of hair he had below his eyebrows was gone.

Once he made it to class, he threw open the door and rushed inside. However, he bumped into someone, stepping back and almost falling over. When he recovered, to his dismay, he saw it was Katsuki.

“Hey watch it damnit!”

Izuku gulped at the sight of Bakugo. A familiar fury in his eyes told him he was angry. From the tone alone, Izuku knew one misspoken word would lead to Katsuki's temper exploding. Seeing it made him shimmy under it as if he was about to take another blast from him. “Sorry, I was just focusing on something else and making sure I’m not late!”

For a moment, Bakugo seemed confused about something. Then, the confusion passed, and he stared at Izuku with renewed annoyance. “Well, you should watch it! I know you’re an idiot, but I thought you weren’t stupid enough to rush into people like you were!”

A shine came from the bracelets Izuku wore. Bakugo’s words sent a ring of fury like never before through him. It felt off to him, and he could feel his body surge and fight within.

Izuku cleared his throat and tried to calm himself down, but an ember of fury rested in his stomach. It sent itself through the rest of his body. “There wasn’t any harm done or anything like that, so can't we just stop? You’re getting everyone's attention. Besides, I said I was sorry.”

“I’ll talk to you however I damn well please! Especially since you aren’t paying enough attention. With all of those scars on you, you probably lost a couple of screws to! It doesn’t matter how much you work out because I’ll be the number one hero!”

“Kaa-chan what are you-”

Confusion went through Izuku at his words as scars appeared on his arms, giving them a wilder appearance. But the strong muscles within them gained prominence. Izuku’s biceps bulked out, along with his legs. Even his chest seemed a little more prominent.

Memories filled Izuku's mind. He remembered getting into fights with would-be bullies and helping people with various things, from something as mundane as helping people with groceries to fending off bullies. Even if it did leave him injured in the end, all he could feel looking back on them was pride.

“I can’t be held accountable for that! Especially since it was to help someone else out...If I remember correctly, one of these was to help you out.” Izuku covered his mouth. Both of his eyes shot open. 'Why did I say that!?'

Bakugo recoiled as if Izuku had punched him. “And who was stupid enough to let it happen in the first place? If you put some thought into your own life, then you would have been safe and wouldn’t have to deal with it!”

The smoldering embers of fury within Izuku grew. “I don’t regret helping people Kaa-chan. And I never will. These scars are nothing if it means I can make someone's day a little better.”

Bakugo scoffed. “And what is up with you dressing like that. Not like anyone wants to see you show off your damn legs like you are.”

Confusion warred within Izuku, but his resentment at his words only spurred him on. A worm of ferociousness demanded he let loose all of the emotions he had thrown into the back of his mind. To finally let them out and have their due.

“W-what are you talking about Kaa-chan? I'm just wearing pants.”

There was a bite in Izuku's words that he did not mean to show, yet it had slipped out. Bakugo seemed to pick up on his words. It was such a small thing, but something about it seemed to set off Izuku's nerves, almost as if he had pressed on a personal thing.

Usually, Izuku would have wilted, but all of the indignities and insults he had faced over the years came forward. It rushed to the forefront of his mind. His lips curled into a frown of their own. However, it looked more like a subtle pout. Even a blush adorned his face.

Izuku’s pants legs merged as they began to shrink. Slowly, they trailed up his body. Tightening around his legs, showing off their muscles. The school skirt appeared on top of them. Izuku’s shoes morphed into combat boots that went up to her thighs. Yet poking out underneath them was a tight pair of workout shorts that emphasized his legs.

Right after they morphed, Izuku’s legs began to change. Cracks and pops came from his feet as they altered. His legs slimmed, but what muscle and flab they might have had bulked. Muscles appeared within them and began with them.

However, despite their slimness and increasing size, Izuku’s thighs expanded. Visible muscle and tone appeared within them. Yet there was still a large suppleness, which brought more. Bigger, they swelled, filling with muscle and fat. The legs of his shorts emphasize their new size and do nothing to hide their shape.

Izuku groaned. “Whose the one who keeps ... .keeps bitching about what I’m wearing. None of the teachers have given me any issues. And…and others have stared at me too. You’re the only one whose said anything negative about it.”

The words that came out were tamer than Izuku meant them to be. But still, a modicum of sense refused to give up quite so yet. It felt wrong for him to curve as he had, yet he could not suppress them this time.

Katsuki screamed. “What the hell did you say to me!”

Izuku stepped closer. His soft features gained a prominent scowl. “You heard me! No need to shout at all of us and let us know how you feel about it. Not as if we’re as hard of hearing as you are.”

Bakugo screamed. “At least I don’t make people wonder if their talking to a guy or a gal! No way a guy could have a face like you do!”

Izuku’s face altered. All of the bones in his skull shifted and popped. What sternness his jawline had softened and gained a softer appeal. It caused his cheekbones to rise higher to compensate for it. Dark eyeshadow appeared under Izuku’s eyes, emphasizing them. Izuku’s lips filled with puffiness as if bees had stung them. The dark scowl on his face was the only thing marring Deku’s new facial features.

Izuku spat. “Oh please, the only one who isn’t stupid enough to question it is you! Everyone can tell easily. Is your eyesight going with your hearing to!”

Again, the words felt off, but he could not deny how good it was to say them at last. To speak his mind without fear of what might happen.

“Fuck that asshole! I’m smart enough to see what’s coming and know how to deal with it! You wouldn’t have any of those scars if you weren’t stupid enough to keep throwing yourself in danger like you. Just because you let yourself bulk up like that doesn't mean shit in a fight! Especially with how narrow that waist of yours is!”

Izuku’s waist diminished. It slowly retracted inward, making a slight hourglass figure apparent, emphasizing the curve of his hips and upper body. Despite its shrinking form, his abs looked even better.

“As if I got fat! My waist is still trim enough to make the rest of my figure stand out. Been staring enough? Want to get a feel for them? I don't mind at all Mr. Inferiority Superiority complex!”

“Oh please, as if I’m going to take tips from a dumbass like you! You think just because you bulked up means things are going to go your way. It doesn’t matter how much you workout. Even if you do have abs on you!”

Despite the new slimness, Izuku’s stomach was gaining. Abs poked through as well. Each one of them gained a definition to rival stone.

“Hell, you don’t even have abs matchstick! It’s clear to everyone here which one of us has put more effort into making sure their body is at the best possible shape! So what does it say that I got them while you don’t!”

“That’s because I don't need to try and compensate like you do! It wasn’t until recently you got your Quirk! I would have been able to go leaps and bounds farther than you would have ever been able to do! And I’m not the one with the hips of a damn cow!”

Both of Izuku’s hips broadened. Getting wider with every popping second. It made Izuku sway his hips from side to side. The strain of his pants became more apparent. In an instant, they shredded, and the upper portion became a skirt, while the legs became stockings. With how broad they were getting, even his skirt was beginning to rise somewhat. Only when they had grown to rival his shoulders did they stop.

Izuku harshly poked his chest. “Considering how often you had to pull my hair and blind me to give yourself an edge, I would say otherwise!”

“Just goes to show how useless it is in a fight and what’s with that hair! You think having such long hair is going to do you any good in a fight? All its going to do is lead to you getting standing out m especially since it's a bright green dumbass!”

Momo said. “What’s wrong with long hair?”

Ochako said. “Ignore him. You know how it is between the two of them? Probably just likes it more then anything, but refuses to say it. Especially since its related to Izuku.”

Izuku’s hair lengthened. It’s natural messiness multiplied. A braid appeared within it as it did and wrapped around it. Keeping it up in a tight ponytail. It continued to brush against Izuku’s back as it moved. It looked like it had gone to war with a comb and always emerged victor.

Bakugo turned to Ochako. “The fuck you say! As if I would ever give a rat's ass about Izuku's shitty hair!”

“The fuck you say about my hair?" Izuku snapped. "My hair is wonderful!”

“Please, no matter how much you try to girl boss your way to being the best, it doesn’t mean anything. The only way you can get anywhere is by having the real skill and power to do it!”

A sudden surge went through Izuku’s privates. In an instant, Izuku’s privates retreated inside of him. A new anatomy formed down below that called out to him. Both of his balls retreated into Izuku’s body. New moist lips formed down below. Heat went through Izuku’s body. Demanding his attention as it centered on his crotch.

Izuku’s eyes twitched in a mixture of arousal and fury. Yet all she could do was stare at him. “Oh fuck off with that shit. We both know I’m not fat, you fuck! These arms and abs are proof of it!”

To prove her point, Izuku raised her shirt, showing off her firm, defined stomach, and then flexed her muscles. Kaminari and Mineta both took the chance to admire her powerful muscles.

"As if a chubby person would ever have these!"

Izuku’s throat burned, and her Adam's apple diminished. Yet none noticed the higher scratcher voice she had now. A raucous hack came from her mouth.

“As if! All of that fat goes straight to your damn ass Izumi! It’s a wonder you can go anywhere without letting everyone know its you! Hell its proof of how much of a damn pain in the neck you are! Let everybody know what they are getting into if they hang around you!”

Izuku blinked before the new name fully registered in her head. What memories of her childhood gained a new clarity. Now, she could recall the minor details instead of just the feeling they gave.

Sero said. "Wow, that was quicker than I thought it would take. Thought it would take longer before he talked about her body like that."

Izumi’s ass expanded. It made the back of her skirt push out, and her shorts rode her butt more. They even pressed down on her crotch, almost as if someone was caressing it. Yet despite its growing size, it lost none of its tight tone. Even the seam of her shorts began to dig between them with how big they were becoming.

“Oh fuck off, and how many times did you say that under it huh? More than once, if I recall right! Bet you fucking loved feeling this ass on top of you, don’t you! We both know guys would love it! And I know my ass is top-tier! Unless you’re actually gay and all!”

Sparks left Katsuki's hand. A feral growl came from him. "Who the hell are you calling a pervert? If anything, you're the pervert for sitting on me like that! And I’m not gay, you damn green bean!”

Kirishima and Mina leaned forward. They looked like they had seen the routine happen again for the hundredth time, yet something drew them in as if they would learn something new.

Mina said. "Like watching a pair of dogs, isn't it?"

 Kirishima said. "Pomeranian in Bakugo's case, and Izuku's maybe a shiba inu, or a samoyed."

“There’s no way I’m going to lose to a big titted cow like you," Bakugo screamed. "You might have been bulking up, but that won’t mean shit in a real fight! Those fat jugs will only slow you down!”

Izumi’s face became a dark red as her chest expanded. Were it not for the buttons she had already undone, they would have gone flying if they hadn’t. Their round shape poked through her top and exposed it. Both orbs looked like they rivaled her head with how large they were. Even the buttons of her blouse looked like they were close to popping off. With how much they were struggling, it was like her clothes drew attention to the parts straining them. Thankfully, before they could, they became a massive E-cup to make her the biggest in the class.

Izumi stepped into Bakugo's face, pressing her massive chest against his hard pecs. “Oh fuck off with that shit, you damn blowhard! Worried that I’ll be able to kick your ass again, just like during the first test? I’m more than willing to go another round with you if it will get that damn rod out of your ass!”

Bakugo growled, focused solely on her snarling visage. A low growl came from them as they pushed against each other, almost as if they were trying to knock the other over to prove their superiority.

Off to the side, the rest of their classmates stared at the two of them with a flat look. Even Mineta, who usually stares at Izumi’s amazing rack in such situations, could find no joy.

Fumikage said. "The war between those refusing to see they are in love is truly something is it not?"

Jiro ran her hands down her face. “Just kiss already or go on a date please. This whole routine of yours is getting old.”

As one, both Izumi and Bakugo turned to Jiro. Both had prominent blushes on their faces. They screamed as one. “AS IF I WOULD EVER DATE THIS DAMN BASTARD/BITCH!”