I groaned loudly, my fingers tugging and adjusting the my uniform. "Why did I wake up looking like this?!" I hissed at the blue text box floating in the air.
I looked down at my own body and sighed. I squeezed my eyes shut. I hate this. My chest felt super sensitive, my shirt rubbing against my now permanently hard, perfectly pink nipples. And my ass... god, my massive, jiggly, overstuffed dump truck was so heavy and plump that the uniform pants were clinging to my meat like a second skin.
[The host was out and failed to select a reward from the menu! So, the system stepped up and chose the reward for him! You are welcome!]
I grabbed the wall for support, my lip quivering. I felt like I was going to cry. "I did look like a girl before," I whimpered, burying my face in my arm. "I'm not going to deny that. But now? Now I look like a model!"
[A model? Really? The system was going for a pornstar look, like a really slutty one, but I guess you also do look like a model.]
"Uuugh," I groaned, kicking at the floating text boxes.
BOOM!
A pencil case exploded, shooting past me and into the wall behind me. I shrieked, my hands flying to my head.
"How the fuck did a quirkless NOBODY like you get into this school?!" a blondie screamed, slamming his hands on a desk.
I snorted, my hands dropping to my hips. Who does this asshole think he is? I waddled closer, my thick thighs rubbing together. I looked down at the cowering kid at the desk. Wait. Green hair?
"What?!" I yelled. "You got in?!" I slammed my hands down next to the blonde guy's, leaning over the desk. "How the hell did you get in?! And you're quirkless?!"
"Y-y-you too?!" Midoriya stammered, shrinking into his chair, sweating as he looked between the two of us.
"Leave him alone!" a voice called out.
I turned my head. It was the girl from before. Holy mother of god. Her uniform was struggling to contain her huge boobs that jiggled with her angry stomps.
"Deku saved my life during the exam!" Uraraka said proudly, puffing her chest out, putting those massive puppies on full display.
"What?!" I gasped, standing up straight. "Rescue points?! That's an actual thing?!" My mind raced back to the exam. No wonder they had that massive, terrifying zero points robot destroying the city.
Wait a minute.
I grabbed Midoriya's collar again and started shaking him. "WAIT! HE DESTROYED THAT MASSIVE FUCKING THING?! HIM?!"
"Whoa," a tiny kid with balls on his head whispered. His eyes were glued to my buttocks.
"What?" I snapped, crossing my arms.
A blonde guy with a black lightning bolt in his hair leaned over his desk, drooling alongside the grape kid. A few other guys in the class slowly stopped what they were doing, their eyes dropping to the vulgar pillows of flesh that was my ass.
My face flushed red. "W-what?! D-don't look down there!" I stammered, my hands flying down to cover my ass. Fuck, why am I shy about this?!
Mineta stroked his chin. "Hey," he called out, pointing a finger at me. "Why are you wearing the men's uniform?"
"Because I'm a man!" I said, my face turning as red as a tomato as I stomped my foot.
Mineta just slowly nodded, closing his eyes in deep thought. "Honestly," he said, looking back up at the guys. "I think I speak for all the guys when I say we would kill to see you in a tiny skirt."
Kaminari nodded his head.
"Shut it!" I yelled. I had a bad feeling. It felt kind of breezy.
[Hehehe. That's a pretty good idea!]
I looked down at a tiny, short grey pleated skirt. The thin fabric barely even covered the top half of my asscheeks, leaving my thick, fleshy thighs and white panties outside to ogle at.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHH!" the guys roared, jumping out of their seats.
"Ah!" I shrieked, pressing the front and back of the skirt down with my hands, my knees pressed together as I squirmed. "What the fuck just happened?!"
Blood started spraying out of Mineta's nose. He bit his lip so hard it looked like it was going to bleed. "I take it back!" he screamed, pointing at me. "Maid uniform! Give him a maid uniform instead!"
SLAP!
A wet tongue shot across the classroom, smacking Mineta in the face.
"That's disgusting, ribbit," a girl with long dark green hair said blankly, retracting her wet tongue into her mouth. She shifted her weight, her hips swaying. Her uniform strained tightly over a bouncy pair of tits and a ridiculously thick ass that jiggled as she stood there.
Before anyone else could yell, the door slid open.
A man wrapped in a yellow sleeping bag walked into the room like a caterpillar. He let out a sigh.
"Get to your seats."