Whatever it Takes

Koukichi's heart was pounding in her chest as the moments passed to the start of the round. If she beat Uraraka, then she was guaranteed to fight Bakugou in the next round, and if she even won that, she'd have to face Todoroki OR Midoriya, and with the latter seeming to have a hold on his quirk now, either end result was nerve-wracking.

Uraraka wouldn't be an easy fight, either. Her quirk didn't seem combat-focused, but looks were deceptive. One well-placed touch, and Koukichi would get floated into the sky...

It just sucked that using her own quirk meant Koukichi had to get in close.

The round started with a whipcrack, and the purple-haired woman threw herself into a hail mary --- it didn't matter if Uraraka made her weightless if she did this right.

Koukichi's hand flammed into Uraraka's chest in the same instance that Uraraka's hit her... but the fight would be over before she could even lift an inch off the ground. With eye contact made and now physical contact, Attribute Shift could function; and knowing that a simpler change would be harder to resist...

Uraraka's fat cells began to multiply rapidly and near-instantaneously.

Uraraka let out a noise of surprise as the sensation of Koukichi's quirk -- not unlike the feeling of being about to sneeze -- coursed through her. By the time she managed to put up any resistance, she'd already grown considerably. Her breasts and stomach forced open her jacket, and her bust flopped out of a tank top that had quickly become far too small to ever contain her. Her ass and thighs turned her gym pants to tatters, while the rapidly-accumulating fat on her arms forced them up and to the sides.

Koukichi knew this was awful --- this had to be humiliating for the brunette. But even as Uraraka's expanding gut flopped against the ground, she kept pushing in their invisible power struggle until she was sure the fight was over.

Try as Uraraka might she couldn't bend her arms enough to touch herself, meaning she was pinned beneath easily a ton of weight. So much of her focus suddenly had to become about breathing, as the mere act of inhaling felt like a workout with so much weighing her down.

Her head swam, her body temperature spiking beneath all the newfound insulation, and she hardly even processed that this was happening in front of countless thousands as she just tried to do ANYTHING. She huffed and puffed, and those puffs devolved into desperate wheezes as she exerted herself against fat so big and plentiful that either the weight or size alone could've rendered her helpless.

Koukichi's whole 'being weightless' problem was solved in the most roundabout way, thanks to her foot being purposefully wedged beneath the heaving, sweaty gut Uraraka now sported --- not the most comfortable anchor, but an anchor to the earth nonetheless.

As much as Koukichi was sure she'd only used this particular method of attack due to the efficiency of it, she couldn't help but feel shameful. Her enjoyment of bigger women might just be gossip and rumors, but after this? Her biggest worry wasn't whether she could win her next fight, but whether or not she'd end up in front of Dean Nezu for pulling a stunt like this...