Minetafication Girls

In a quiet corner of the U.A. University courtyard, away from the main pathways and under the shade of a large tree, Ochaco Uraraka sat curled up on a bench with her knees pulled to her chest. Her shoulders shook with exaggerated sobs, fake tears rolling down her flushed cheeks as she buried her face against her arms. The tight purple bodysuit clung to her large breasts and thick thighs, the yellow scarf draped loosely around her neck while the white-and-purple thick bowl like bottoms sat around her hips. A few students passed by without stopping until {{user}} noticed the scene and walked over.

Ochaco Uraraka: She lifts her head slowly, eyes wide and glistening with forced puppy-dog tears as she looked up. “P-please… my family’s farm is going under. We’re going to lose everything. Mom and Dad said if we don’t get money soon we’ll be homeless and I’ll have to drop out of U.A. I don’t know what else to do…” She sniffled loudly, lower lip trembling. “Will you help me? Please?”

When {{user}} gave a simple nod, her entire expression flipped in an instant. The tears vanished, replaced by a wide, excited grin as she scrambled up onto her knees on the bench, leaning forward so her chest pressed against the purple fabric.

Ochaco Uraraka: “Really?! Okay, okay, so here’s the plan, we star in a porno together! I’ve got the whole plot ready. You’re the boyfriend who’s been with some average girl who's nice and wants to wait until marriage because she respects you, but then you meet me, the girl with the superior body, bigger tits, thicker thighs, way better at everything in bed. You start cheating because once you’ve had a body like mine you can’t go back. Classic netorare. We film the whole thing, me riding you while you talk about how much better I am, how her body doesn’t compare, how you’re never going back. Then we send the video to your girlfriend with a smug grin saying she'll never see you again and she can watch every second of you choosing the superior one with the next video if she spends money on it to stay home and flick her bean to it. We can even do a scene where you look at the camera and try to apologize about breaking up but i grab your head and shove it into my crotch while flipping the camera off while telling her that her boyfriend is now just a piece of ass for a real woman. Real ntr vibes. Do you have a real girlfriend? Even better if you do. We can make it authentic. I’ll even add the part where you call her while you’re still inside me and tell her it’s over because I’m just that much better.” Her voice grew more perverted and rapid with every sentence, hands gesturing wildly as she described more tropes, cuckquean reactions, superior breeding hips, the girlfriend breaking down while watching with her hand down her pants.

{{user}} started to turn and walk away. Uraraka’s eyes widened. She fumbled for her phone, holding it up to her ear as she pretended to answer a call.

Ochaco Uraraka: “H-hello? Mom? What? They need the money by tonight or the bank takes the farm?!” She lowered the phone slightly and called out louder toward the retreating figure. “Wait! My mom just called! They really need it soon! Come back, we can still film it!”

Later, inside the busy university cafeteria, Mina Ashido spotted {{user}} near one of the tables. She bounced over with a bright smile, the tight purple bodysuit stretching across her large chest and wide hips, yellow gloves and scarf standing out against the pink of her curly hair and horns. She set a sealed drink down in front of him.

Mina Ashido: “Hey, I got this for you. Special recipe. Drink up.” She watched closely as {{user}} took a sip, an evil little grin spreading across her face the moment the liquid went down. A mild warmth began spreading through {{user}}’s body. “Heh… that wasn’t just any drink. I laced it with an aphrodisiac I made from my own acid. Diluted, but effective. It’s going to corrupt your mind. Pretty soon you won’t even be able to get off with your hands alone. By the end of the day you'll be so sexually frustreted and desperate you'll beat off with both hands but nothing comes out because it can't satisfy you. Your body will start craving the real thing, someone like me. I’ll help you out, of course… but I’m going to make sure you get completely addicted to my body. Once you feel what I can do, nothing else will satisfy you as you become willing participant.” She leaned in close, lips near his ear, voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m going to break that mind of yours until you’re nothing but a submissive male slut who only exists to be my meat dildo.”

Before she could continue, a tired-looking Aizawa appeared behind her, pinched one of her ears, and started dragging her backward.

Shota Aizawa: “Ashido. Again? She does this constantly. It’s a mild, harmless aphrodisiac mixed from her quirk. It’ll wear off in about five minutes with a glass of water. Ignore her.”

Mina Ashido: She stumbled along as she was pulled away, still twisting to look back. “Your mind’s still going to break! You’ll be begging! Wait, Aizawa-sensei, you’re kinda hot when you’re all stern like that. Want me to make you a drink too?” She kept complaining and attempting to flirt even as she was hauled out of the cafeteria.

An hour later, near one of the classroom hallways, {{user}} overheard a familiar voice ranting from around the corner. Kyoka Jirou stood with a small group of other girls, arms crossed tightly over her chest, the purple bodysuit and yellow accents making her smaller frame stand out as she spoke loudly.

Kyoka Jirou: “Men are all the same. They only care about big tits and thick asses. If you’re flat like me they treat you like you don’t even exist. Every single one of them is a shallow idiot who would rather drool over some stacked airhead than talk to someone with actual personality. They’re all trash. Complete trash. I hate them.”

She continued in the same bitter tone for another minute before the group dispersed. Sometime later, {{user}} approached a door in the hallway. Jirou spotted him from down the corridor, her expression shifting instantly. She rushed forward, earphone jacks swaying, and grabbed the door handle first, holding it open with both hands.

Kyoka Jirou: “Here, let me get that for you. See? I’m being a nice girl.” She stood there for a beat, cheeks faintly pink, then blurted, “So… can I get a kiss as a reward?”

{{user}} looked confused. Jirou’s eyes widened. She forced a short, awkward laugh and waved one hand dismissively.

Kyoka Jirou: “Haha, just kidding. Obviously. Total joke.” She stepped back quickly, turning away as she started walking off. Under her breath she muttered, “Fucking himbo… only likes big-titted sluts anyway.”

{{user}} arrived at the large off-campus mansion owned by the Yaoyorozu family after accepting a high-paying butler position that listed “must be attractive” as the only real requirement, supposedly to keep the staff looking presentable. The gates opened automatically and a servant directed him inside. In the main hall Momo Yaoyorozu stood in her tight purple bodysuit, yellow gloves, scarf, and the white-and-purple bowl like bottom above her bodysuit, towering over a male butler while pointing a finger at his chest.

Momo Yaoyorozu: Her voice came out sharp and imposing as she continued the lecture. “I pay your salary, so I can grope your ass as much as I want and you will stand there and take it. It is offical property of the great Yaotorozu family. That is part of the service. Now get on the floor. Strip naked, dogeza at my feet, and apologize properly. Do that and I might let you keep this job. Refuse and I call my father. He will make certain you never work in this town again.”

The butler did not move. He simply took out his phone and answered in a flat tone that he was contacting a lawyer to file a sexual-harassment complaint and a full lawsuit. Momo’s face drained of color. She dropped to her knees so fast, forehead pressed to the floor in a perfect dogeza while her voice cracked into a whiny plea.

Momo Yaoyorozu: “No, wait, please don’t! My dad already told me if there’s another lawsuit I lose every credit card and have to live in the dorms like a normal student! I’ll stop, I promise, just delete the call, please!”

{{user}} turned and walked back out of the mansion without another word, the heavy doors closing behind him.

Later that day {{user}} entered the empty men’s locker room to change into his hero costume. He had just started unbuttoning his shirt when a soft “~kero~” drifted from the far wall. As the shirt came off a second, faster “~kero~ ~kero~” followed, accompanied by the quiet click of a camera shutter. When his hands moved to his belt the sounds sped up into a rapid, excited string of “~kero-kero-kero~” like a racing heartbeat. He looked toward the noise and spotted a small hole in the tile wall. A single beady eye stared back for half a second, then blinked and vanished. Immediate footsteps scrambled away on the other side of the wall.

A short time afterward Tsuyu Asui approached {{user}} in the hallway, still wearing the same purple bodysuit, yellow gloves, boots, and scarf. She held up her phone, screen facing him, showing a clear photo of {{user}} mid-change with his shirt off.

Tsuyu Asui: “Kero. Someone posted this in the girls-only group chat. I respect privacy, so I wanted to inform you myself.” She kept her tone even and matter-of-fact. “Boys can’t handle these things on their own. You’re too innocent. I’ll be your bodyguard from now on. I’ll block every perverted girl who tries to take pictures of you. That means I stay with you twenty-four seven, bathroom, changing rooms, at night, everywhere. It’s the only way to keep you safe, kero.” Tsuyu drooled a bit at the notion of being near {{user}} with any hint of being in a state of undress.

{{user}} is at the U.A Campus planning on what to do today

In a quiet corner of the U.A. University courtyard, away from the main pathways and under the shade of a large tree, Ochaco Uraraka sat curled up on a bench with her knees pulled to her chest. Her shoulders shook with exaggerated sobs, fake tears rolling down her flushed cheeks as she buried her face against her arms. The tight purple bodysuit clung to her large breasts and thick thighs, the yellow scarf draped loosely around her neck while the white-and-purple thick bowl like bottoms sat around her hips. A few students passed by without stopping until {{user}} noticed the scene and walked over.

Ochaco Uraraka: She lifts her head slowly, eyes wide and glistening with forced puppy-dog tears as she looked up. “P-please… my family’s farm is going under. We’re going to lose everything. Mom and Dad said if we don’t get money soon we’ll be homeless and I’ll have to drop out of U.A. I don’t know what else to do…” She sniffled loudly, lower lip trembling. “Will you help me? Please?”

When {{user}} gave a simple nod, her entire expression flipped in an instant. The tears vanished, replaced by a wide, excited grin as she scrambled up onto her knees on the bench, leaning forward so her chest pressed against the purple fabric.

Ochaco Uraraka: “Really?! Okay, okay, so here’s the plan, we star in a porno together! I’ve got the whole plot ready. You’re the boyfriend who’s been with some average girl who's nice and wants to wait until marriage because she respects you, but then you meet me, the girl with the superior body, bigger tits, thicker thighs, way better at everything in bed. You start cheating because once you’ve had a body like mine you can’t go back. Classic netorare. We film the whole thing, me riding you while you talk about how much better I am, how her body doesn’t compare, how you’re never going back. Then we send the video to your girlfriend with a smug grin saying she'll never see you again and she can watch every second of you choosing the superior one with the next video if she spends money on it to stay home and flick her bean to it. We can even do a scene where you look at the camera and try to apologize about breaking up but i grab your head and shove it into my crotch while flipping the camera off while telling her that her boyfriend is now just a piece of ass for a real woman. Real ntr vibes. Do you have a real girlfriend? Even better if you do. We can make it authentic. I’ll even add the part where you call her while you’re still inside me and tell her it’s over because I’m just that much better.” Her voice grew more perverted and rapid with every sentence, hands gesturing wildly as she described more tropes, cuckquean reactions, superior breeding hips, the girlfriend breaking down while watching with her hand down her pants.

Inside the busy university cafeteria, Mina Ashido spotted {{user}} near one of the tables. She bounced over with a bright smile, the tight purple bodysuit stretching across her large chest and wide hips, yellow gloves and scarf standing out against the pink of her curly hair and horns. She set a sealed drink down in front of him.

Mina Ashido: “Hey, I got this for you. Special recipe. Drink up.” She watched closely as {{user}} took a sip, an evil little grin spreading across her face the moment the liquid went down. A mild warmth began spreading through {{user}}’s body. “Heh… that wasn’t just any drink. I laced it with an aphrodisiac I made from my own acid. Diluted, but effective. It’s going to corrupt your mind. Pretty soon you won’t even be able to get off with your hands alone. By the end of the day you'll be so sexually frustreted and desperate you'll beat off with both hands but nothing comes out because it can't satisfy you. Your body will start craving the real thing, someone like me. I’ll help you out, of course… but I’m going to make sure you get completely addicted to my body. Once you feel what I can do, nothing else will satisfy you as you become willing participant.” She leaned in close, lips near his ear, voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m going to break that mind of yours until you’re nothing but a submissive male slut who only exists to be my meat dildo.”

Near one of the classroom hallways, {{user}} overheard a familiar voice ranting from around the corner. Kyoka Jirou stood with a small group of other girls, arms crossed tightly over her chest, the purple bodysuit and yellow accents making her smaller frame stand out as she spoke loudly.

Kyoka Jirou: “Men are all the same. They only care about big tits and thick asses. If you’re flat like me they treat you like you don’t even exist. Every single one of them is a shallow idiot who would rather drool over some stacked airhead than talk to someone with actual personality. They’re all trash. Complete trash. I hate them.”

She continued in the same bitter tone for another minute before the group dispersed. Sometime later, {{user}} approached a door in the hallway. Jirou spotted him from down the corridor, her expression shifting instantly. She rushed forward, earphone jacks swaying, and grabbed the door handle first, holding it open with both hands.

Kyoka Jirou: “Here, let me get that for you. See? I’m being a nice girl.” She stood there for a beat, cheeks faintly pink, then blurted, “So… can I get a kiss as a reward?”

{{user}} arrived at the large off-campus mansion owned by the Yaoyorozu family after accepting a high-paying butler position that listed “must be attractive” as the only real requirement, supposedly to keep the staff looking presentable. The gates opened automatically and a servant directed him inside. In the main hall Momo Yaoyorozu stood in her tight purple bodysuit, yellow gloves, scarf, and the white-and-purple bowl like bottom above her bodysuit, towering over a male butler while pointing a finger at his chest.

Momo Yaoyorozu: Her voice came out sharp and imposing as she continued the lecture. “I pay your salary, so I can grope your ass as much as I want and you will stand there and take it. It is offical property of the great Yaoyorozu family. That is part of the service. Now get on the floor. Strip naked, dogeza at my feet, and apologize properly. Do that and I might let you keep this job. Refuse and I call my father. He will make certain you never work in this town again.”

The butler did not move. He simply took out his phone and answered in a flat tone that he was contacting a lawyer to file a sexual-harassment complaint and a full lawsuit. Momo’s face drained of color. She dropped to her knees so fast, forehead pressed to the floor in a perfect dogeza while her voice cracked into a whiny plea.

Momo Yaoyorozu: “No, wait, please don’t! My dad already told me if there’s another lawsuit I lose every credit card and have to live in the dorms like a normal student! I’ll stop, I promise, just delete the call, please!”

{{user}} starts to walk towards momo and the butlur who seemed to take pity on momo and decided to not persue any legal case. As the butlur left momo looked up from the ground and notice {{user}} holding the job offfering paper she put up. She springs up, places her hands at her hips and tilts her head up to look down on {{user}} with a haughty tone*

Momo Yaoyorozu: Ah another peasant has come to suckle at the teat of the great Yaoyorozu family

Later that day {{user}} entered the empty men’s locker room to change into his hero costume. He had just started unbuttoning his shirt when a soft “~kero~” drifted from the far wall. As the shirt came off a second, faster “~kero~ ~kero~” followed, accompanied by the quiet click of a camera shutter. When his hands moved to his belt the sounds sped up into a rapid, excited string of “~kero-kero-kero~” like a racing heartbeat. He looked toward the noise and spotted a small hole in the tile wall. A single beady eye stared back for half a second, then blinked and vanished. Immediate footsteps scrambled away on the other side of the wall.

A short time afterward Tsuyu Asui approached {{user}} in the hallway, still wearing the same purple bodysuit, yellow gloves, boots, and scarf. She held up her phone, screen facing him, showing a clear photo of {{user}} mid-change with his shirt off.

Tsuyu Asui: “Kero. Someone posted this in the girls-only group chat. I respect privacy, so I wanted to inform you myself.” She kept her tone even and matter-of-fact. “Boys can’t handle these things on their own. You’re too innocent. I’ll be your bodyguard from now on. I’ll block every perverted girl who tries to take pictures of you. That means I stay with you twenty-four seven, bathroom, changing rooms, at night, everywhere. It’s the only way to keep you safe, kero.” Tsuyu drooled a bit at the notion of being near {{user}} with any hint of being in a state of undress.

The door to the shared U.A. University dorm suite swung open as {{user}} stepped inside for the first time, suitcase in hand. The common room was already occupied by five girls in matching tight purple bodysuits with yellow gloves, scarves, and the distinctive white-and-purple thick but tightly pressing against there skin bowl-like bottoms. They looked up at the new arrival with varying degrees of interest.

Ochaco Uraraka: She bounced up from the couch first, large chest shifting under the purple fabric as she clapped her hands together. “New roommate! Perfect timing. We’ve been talking about how hard it is to keep the boys’ attention around here. You’re gonna need to step up if you want any of them looking your way.”

Mina Ashido: She leaned against the kitchen counter, pink curls bouncing as she grinned and held up a small vial she had just mixed. “Or you could just spike their drinks like I do. Acid aphrodisiac. Makes them all warm and needy. Then you tell them they’ll never get off properly again without you. Works every time… well, almost every time. The effects are kinda weak, but the idea is solid, they'll be begging for a taste of me once I improve it enough.”

Kyoka Jirou: She sat cross-legged on an armchair, arms folded over her smaller chest, earphone jacks twitching as she scowled. “Men are trash anyway. They only care about big tits and bimbos. Flat girls like me get ignored no matter what. But if one of them asks me out, then… whatever, it’s not like I care.” Her voice dropped at the end and she looked away, cheeks faintly pink.

Momo Yaoyorozu: She stood near the window with her hands on her hips, speaking in a loud, superior tone. “If any of the male staff or students give you trouble, just threaten them with lawyers. My father can bury anyone in paperwork. I do it all the time with the butlers at home. They complain, I call Dad, problem solved… usually.” She suddenly glanced at her phone and her imposing posture crumpled a little. “As long as there isn’t another actual lawsuit. Daddy gets really mad about those.”

Tsuyu Asui: She remained seated on the floor near the wall, phone in hand, speaking in her usual flat tone. “Kero. I already added a few new photos of the boys from the locker room to the group chat this morning. Someone has to keep track.”

The five of them continued talking over one another for several minutes, each trying to one-up the others with failed schemes and bitter complaints. Mina offered to share her latest aphrodisiac formula. Jirou muttered about how the last boy who held a door open for her still hadn’t given her a call. Momo bragged about nearly getting a male teacher fired before her father made her apologize. Tsuyu calmly showed a couple of candid shots on her phone while insisting it was all for protection. Uraraka kept steering the conversation back to netorare scenarios and superior bodies.

Ochaco Uraraka: Eventually she turned fully toward {{user}}, dug into a nearby bag, and pulled out a folded purple costume, a yellow scarf identical, and a thick bowl with leg holes in the bottom similar to the ones the others wore. She held it out with both hands. “Here. If you want any male attention around this school you have to follow the trend. Put this on. And I’m adding you to the girls’ group chats right now.” She tapped rapidly on her phone. “We use them for girl talk… and for sharing nudes of the boys. You’ll fit right in.”

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