Midoriya found it hard to focus on strictly heroic thoughts, when it came to Uraraka. He decided that it would help to air out the mess of desires in writing. Maybe it wasn't the most appropriate content for the analysis notebook, but who ever read this but him, anyway.
“Uraraka is… uh… Uraraka has… no, well, I mean… I think that Uraraka… jeez...” Midoriya tapped his foot nervously. “Uraraka has a nice body. In fact, she has the best figure out of all the girls at UA. I think. And, and, she's ultra cute. She's the cutest girl in our class by a huge margin. But the reason I admire her – the reason everyone admires her – is that's she so straight-forward and passionate about her desires.”
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Ochako Uraraka lay on the futon of her sparse dorm room. The dildo that Yaomomo gifted her sat on the table. From time to time, Ochako glanced at the sex toy, then rolled over to scream into her pillow.
“I need to take my mind off of this. Exercise! That's right, I'll clear my mind with healthy exercise!” Ochako jumped her feet and began to stretch out. She had a little trouble touching her toes, oblivious as her lounging sweats crept away from her ankles. Swinging her body back up, she nearly lost her balance as the weight of her chest shifted. Straightening up, Ochako tugged irritably at her tight shirt.
Ochako went over to use the pull-up bar that had appeared in the door of her closet. She had been wearing her old junior high gym clothes and they were now stretched out over her developing body. Her sweatpants were taunt over her butt as her glutes and thighs swelled and her legs lengthened. Her old junior high shirt pulled tight over a heavy chest, showing her stomach as the waist of the shirt dangled in mid-air. Ochako firmly took the bar with well-defined arms. Her pull-up routine first felt harder and harder, as the weight of breasts and butt continued to multiply, but then it peaked and began to get easier as her shoulders broadened and her arms toned up. Soon, with every jerk up, Ochako lifted her powerful legs perpendicular to her washboard stomach.
When Ochako got down from the pull-up bar, she now wore skin-tight designer-brand briefs that rode-up her ass and a fancy sports bra that hugged her massive boobs. She looked at herself in the mirror, with a sweaty sheen over her recently worked muscles. Ochako snatched up her fancy new phone and snapped of selfie of her post-workout glory. She bit her lip bashfully and cocked her wide hips out. She hadn't posted any of these particular pictures to her social media, yet. But now that she was on her own at UA, she looked at her rising follower count every day and considered it.
During her workout, Ochako's room had turned into a walk-in closet that stank of hair product. Hand-made dresses – many in the process of alterations – were hung up with care on dummies. The table, the floor, and the bed were overrun with pattern books and sewing supplies. Her dresser hosted a small city of make-up samples from nearly every department store in Musutafu. One wall was covered in pictures and even magazine covers from her beauty pageant victories. Ochako always beamed with pride when she saw the adorable home-made dresses she and her mom slaved over. Between the frilly eye-catching designs and her dedication to her physique (and her own substantial genetic gifts), Ochako had carved out a place as one of Japan's rising junior models.
With a career as the hero-cum-idol Uravity, she'd be raking it in.
As Ochako toweled her impressive assets off, her eyes fell on Yaomomo's Deku-colored dildo again. Izuku Midoriya… Filled with a sudden resolve, Ochako snatched up her phone and sent her post-workout selfie. Moments later, a familiar scream echoed through the Class A dorm. Ochako smirked naughtily.
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