Hormonal Imbalance

Hatsume's fingers tapped on her workbench over and over, an idle fidget that tried and failed to distract her from her current dilemma. Her body burned with a violent and unforgiving lust that made every inch of her form feel sensitive, so much so that the feeling of her swollen, puffy areolae against her ribbed tank top was almost enough to drive her to climax on its own.

She ABSOLUTELY knew it was bad practice to store the hormones in a spare water bottle, especially when they were colorless and odorless, but with no other containers to hold the distillate in, she thought it would be fine! Now, she could hardly remember what distillate even MEANT, because her brain was so overloaded with hormones that it was frying in her skull.

Her breasts were so heavy that they sat in her lap, sloshing softly with fluid -- milk, she assumed -- that had gathered up since the hormones kicked in. Her thighs had become absurdly thick in the hour since her body processed the chemicals too, and her attire felt far too constricting across all of her engorged frame.

She needed to breathe, relax, and let these feelings pass before she did ANYTHING. The hormones were intense, and she doubted her body would ever go back to normal, but the lust? That would vanish if she just... sat there. Even if it took hours, or even days, her body would process it all and -- with any luck -- the portion of her brain responsible for arousal wouldn't be permanently stuck in the 'on' position.

Yuuei had been great to her so far; she was pretty sure no other college would tolerate the amount of explosions and incidents that she'd caused so far, but if they found out what she'd done to herself before she was clear-headed enough to explain it? She was pretty sure a suspension was in her future, if not an expulsion. An expulsion sounded nice right about now, but not the academic kind...

"Hey, Hatsume?" A familiar voice floated into the lab, and she felt panic as her body surged with arousal and recognition. Izuku Midoriya slipped between the reinforced sliding doors, holding a broken gauntlet from his hero costume in his hand. "I was hoping you could help me with my-"

They made eye contact, at least for a second before Izuku's eyes drifted lower. Hatsume's heart beat in her chest, as she felt her conscious mind starting to fragment and break down. She knew she needed to sit there and do nothing, but how COULD she when someone so handsome and BUILT was there? That was the kind of person perfect for breeding with! She needed to breed, needed to be bred!

"H-h-hatsume, what um- what happened to you-?" Izuku gulped, pointing a shaky hand at her form as she rose from her chair. Every movement made her body burn with stimulation, but she cared little as she struck a pose to more adequately show off her bountiful body.

"Oh, these funky funbags?" She teased, remembering a comment Kaminari had made about her chest some time back when it was its normal well-endowed size. "Just the result of a SLIGHT mishap while attempting to fulfill a contract for a local milk company." The words tumbled off her tongue, but her conscious mind didn't remember what they meant --- just that they'd get her closer to sex. "I accidentally ingested a chemical cocktail meant to make cows EXTREMELY fertile."

"I-I uh... I see." Izuku stammered, feeling a stirring in his pants as he watched sweat and milk drip from twin damp spots on Hatsume's overstressed tank top. "M-maybe I should come back la-"

"On that note, wanna bang?" Hatsume jutted her chest forward, making her tits slosh and sway. "I'm BURNING up."

Izuku's mind was screaming no, but his body? It piloted him towards the oversexed Hatsume, and all he could do was pull the blast doors shut with a string of Blackwhip to give himself and Hatsume some privacy for what was to come...