Izuku's eyes fluttered open to a view that would have sent his old-world self into a vegetative state. He wasn't staring at the sky; he was staring at a wall of bronzed, pulsating meat. As he tried to sit up, his forehead collided with a soft, heavy mass. He recoiled, blinking, only to realize his face had just bounced off All Might's resting cock—a pillar of hero-grade muscle that hung like a heavy swinging mace between the titan's legs.
"Hahaha! Wide awake, I see!" All Might boomed. The sheer volume of his voice vibrated through Izuku's skull. The hero stood over him, completely bare, his massive frame glistening in the sun. Every time he laughed, his pelvic floor rippled, causing his enormous member to bob rhythmically just inches from Izuku's nose.
"All Might! The autograph!" Izuku scrambled for his charred notebook. The hero had already signed it—a bold, sprawling signature across two pages.
"I must go! The police are waiting for this slime!" All Might gestured to two soda bottles he had wedged into the crook of his massive, muscular arm. He crouched, his pelvic muscles rippling as he prepared to leap.
Izuku's mind raced. I have to play the part. "Wait! I have more questions!"
As the hero launched into the sky, Izuku lunged, his fingers digging into the thick, golden hair on All Might's leg. The sudden jerk of the ascent nearly tore his arms from their sockets.
"Hey, hey! This is too much enthusiasm!" All Might shouted over the roar of the wind.
"I'll die if I let go!" Izuku screamed back, his face pressed against the rock-hard muscle of the hero's calf. Suddenly, a spray of warm, metallic-smelling blood hit Izuku's face. All Might's body flickered, a momentary tremor running through the titan.
They slammed onto a rooftop, the concrete cracking under the force. Izuku tumbled away, gasping. He stood up, looking at the hero's back. "All Might... can someone... someone without a Quirk be a hero?"
He began his frantic, rehearsed speech, but as he spoke, a thick cloud of steam erupted from the hero's body. When it cleared, the god was gone.
In his place stood a skeletal, walking corpse. The man was entirely naked, his skin sallow and clinging to his bones. His anatomy had shriveled to match his frame—his member now hung as a limp, pathetic thing that looked as exhausted as he did.
"You're... you're a fake?" Izuku hissed, playing the shock while his brain registered the logic: even the "Symbol" was a lie.
"I'm the real deal," the man wheezed, coughing blood onto the roof. He reached toward his left side. There, a patch of fake, flesh-colored prosthetic skin was plastered over his ribs. With a grimace, he gripped the edge and ripped it off, revealing a horrific, puckered crater of scar tissue that looked like a jagged mouth frozen in a scream. "I got this five years ago. My respiratory system is ruined. I can only do this for three hours a day."
He looked at Izuku with hollow eyes. "A pro must always be ready to risk their life. Without a Quirk? No. I cannot tell you that you can do it. Be a doctor. Be a cop. But don't throw your life away."
As All Might turned to leave, his steps heavy and frail, he reached for the crook of his arm. His eyes went wide. "The bottles... they're gone!"
While All Might panicked on the roof, the disaster had already moved to the Tatooin Station. Katsumi Bakugo was stalking through the crowd, her unbuttoned shirt flapping open, her firm breasts bouncing with every aggressive step. Her friends walked with her, their hands casually roaming over her toned shoulders and bare stomach.
"Man, Katsumi, you and Deku really looked 'intense' back there," one of them teased, his hand sliding down toward her waist. "Did you really let that nerd make you come like that?"
"Shut up!" Katsumi snapped, though her mind remembered Izuku's tongue. "He's a freak. He needs to learn his place. I was just... surprised, that's all."
She stopped near an alleyway, her internal heat flaring. Suddenly, the manhole cover behind her exploded. The Sludge Villain, having escaped All Might's bottle during the flight, surged out like a tidal wave of filth.
"A powerful body!" the villain hissed. "A Quirk like yours... I can finally take revenge!"
The sludge slammed into Katsumi, engulfing her instantly. It didn't just suffocate her; it invaded. The slime forced its way into her unbuttoned shirt, wrapping around her hardening nipples and sliding between her muscular thighs. The villain's mass began to drill into her core, the foul, wet slime pumping into her as she struggled.
Katsumi's explosions rocked the street, shattering windows and setting buildings on fire, but the villain only used the heat to make himself more viscous. He was buried deep inside her, his sludge-tentacles forcing her legs apart as he began to "process" her body. Her pussy was dripping a mixture of slime and juices as she fought for air, her screams muffled by the green filth filling her mouth.
Back at the scene, the Pro Heroes stood by, paralyzed. Death Arms watched as the girl was systematically violated by the sludge, his mouth twitching with useless rage.
Izuku arrived at the edge of the crowd, his eyes widening. There she is. The Golden Girl getting turned into a sludge puppet. He saw All Might in the crowd, the skeletal man clutching his side, his face twisted in a mask of helplessness and regret.
This is it. The moment I prove I'm the only one who can be worthy of one for all.
"Let her go!" Izuku screamed. His feet moved before his brain could even finish the thought. "That pussy is mine!"
He sprinted past the police lines, his eyes locked on Katsumi's terrified, tear-streaked face. The villain looked up, his green eyes widening. "You again?!"
Izuku grabbed a heavy brick from the rubble and hurled it with pinpoint accuracy, the stone embedding itself in the villain's eye-stalk. The monster roared in pain, its grip on Katsumi loosening for a fraction of a second. Izuku lunged, his hands sinking into the slime, grabbing Katsumi's bare, sweat-slicked shoulders and pulling with everything he had.
"Deku?! Why are you—?!" Katsumi gasped, her mouth finally free of the sludge.
"I couldn't just stand there and watch you get filled by this trash!" Izuku grunted, his fingers digging into her skin.
But the villain was too strong. The sludge began to pull them both in, the cold slime wrapping around Izuku's waist, dragging him toward Katsumi's pinned, naked form. Oh shit, All Might, get your ass in gear or we're both done!
Suddenly, the air pressure in the alley changed. A massive, golden presence surged through the crowd.
"I REALLY AM PATHETIC!"
All Might had transformed. He leaped over the heroes, his massive frame once again a god of muscle, his titan-sized member leading the charge. He grabbed the villain's main mass with one hand and pulled Izuku and Katsumi free with the other.
"DETROIT... SMASH!"
The punch didn't just hit the villain; it changed the weather. A massive updraft of wind tore the sludge into a billion harmless droplets, sending them raining down across the city.
The crowd went wild. The "Symbol of Peace" had returned.
Afterward, the scene was a mess of "shameless" favoritism. The heroes crowded around Katsumi, praising her "strong spirit" and her "amazing Quirk" while she sat on the pavement, her naked body covered in drying slime, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Izuku, meanwhile, was being chewed out by Death Arms. "You could have died, kid! Stay out of the way of the pros!"
Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Katsumi caught up to Izuku in the park. She looked a mess—her hair tangled, her shirt still torn, her thighs bruised.
"I didn't ask for your help, Deku!" she spat, her eyes burning with a mix of fury and something Izuku couldn't quite name. "Don't you ever look down on me again!" She turned and stormed off, her ass swaying with a violent, frustrated energy.
Izuku just watched her go, a smirk playing on his lips. Soon, Katsumi. Very soon.
"Young man!"
Izuku turned to find All Might standing under a streetlamp. The hero was back in his skeletal form, looking exhausted.
"I came to say thank you," All Might wheezed. "Back there... none of the pros moved. But you did. A quirkless boy with no hope... you ran to save someone who hates you."
He stepped closer, his sunken eyes shining with a strange, new light. "I saw it. That spark. Most top heroes have stories from their school days... about how their bodies moved before they could think."
All Might placed a thin, bony hand on Izuku's shoulder. "You, too, can become a hero."
Izuku felt the weight of the moment. The "Act" was over. The prize was within reach. In a world where no one had shame, and everyone had a price, he had just bought the ultimate power.
"I'll do it," Izuku said, his voice dropping into a low, predatory tone. "I'll be the greatest hero you've ever seen."
All Might smiled—a genuine, tired smile. "Then your training begins tomorrow. We're going to build you a body that can hold the world."