Midoriya Inko, Hero Name: Breeder

by Anonymous

Summary:

Turns out Inko’s got a Pregnancy Quirk, who knew, right? Certainly not her, fuck her childhood doctor for that by the way.

Notes:

Hiii DeviantArt mutuals who know me. To anyone else, hi, I’m V, and I make blueberry inflation and spherepreg fanfiction. Buckle up y’all, it’s gonna be wild.

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Warnings for this chapter include: Pregnancy, Surrogacy, mentions of giganticism, lactation, etc.

Chapter 1

Mama Midoriya

 

Chapter 1: Inko’s First Surrogacy

 

Inko was nine months pregnant, and she was feeling it. Rubbing her taut, tense stomach she could barely move while bouncing on her exercise ball. Izuku had to come out at some point right? But truth be told, she didn’t mind if he stayed in there a little longer. After all, she was actually kinda liking just how big and heavy she was, the huge globe of her belly swaying in front of her, her boobs pleasingly sore and swollen as she eased herself back and forth.

 

Today was her due date, and Inko sighed. “Really baby?” She cooed. Being a single mom meant that she needed all the time she could get to prepare, but she wanted her son here already. She fondled her belly. “God, you’ve made me huge!” She inspected herself in front of a mirror. Her Quirk had given her hyper-fertility, it was no surprise her body had blown up like it had, taking her belly in both hands, her fingers barely reaching her belly-button.

 

She groaned as she heaved herself up. “Right, groceries it is.” She waddled out of her house and towards the car, her emergency bag in the back and everything prepped. She’d been able to use her Quirk liberally thanks to her needs during pregnancy, a huge benefit to being as large as she was.

The U.A building glinted in the distance as she pulled into her local grocery store. She’d considered being a hero before, trained a little for it, but she ultimately preferred law.

 

Inko waddled into the store, making her way to the chilli peppers aisle. Maybe these would kickstart her labour. She saw another pregnant lady, a little smaller than her probably doing the same. Waddling over she began to pick out her favourite. The lady, purple-haired and scaly leaned over. “I’ve heard the Beef Chilli Stew is a good one. Stops the heartburn too.” She joked, holding out her hand. “Sadako Yuri.” She introduced.

 

Inko shook it cheerfully. “Midoriya Inko. You look about ready, same as me huh? You must be excited.” She enthused, rubbing her belly. Yuri giggled, shaking her head. “Oh, no, no, this little one isn’t mine. I’m a surrogate.” She explained. Inko perked up. “A surrogate? Like you carry other people’s babies for them?” She asked, Yuri confirming with a quick flick of her head.

 

“Oh yeah, I’m signed up with Recovery Girl’s agency, maternity coverage, maximum healthcare benefits and a sweet severance package.” Yuri explained. Izuku kicked, and Inko hiccuped. “How much?” She questioned, looking down at her protruding bump. “150k for the whole nine months.” Inko gasped. That on top of her 30k a year job? She’d be financially set for life.

 

“A-and where do I go to sign up?” She asked. Yuri handed her the website name, explaining. “All you have to do is phone up, sign your email address and go in for mandatory check-ups, legal will handle the rest.” Inko took it gratefully, and finished her shopping in a fugue.

Once she got home, she admired herself in the mirror. She’d put on a massive amount of weight this pregnancy, but she loved how her belly expanded out like a blimp in front of her, how taut and swollen she was.

 

She splayed out her arms a moment, wondering how big she could possibly get. Maybe she could become a big globe full of babies, the ultimate pregnant balloon! The more she thought about it, the hotter she became, shutting her door behind her and her hand drifting down to her panties…

 

~

 

Inko turned up to Recovery Girl’s clinic a month later. Izuku had come no less than three weeks ago, with nearly two days of labouring to get him out of her, and she considered herself recovered enough to get checked out. She carried Izuku on her front as she sat in her seat. She played with him as she waited, giggling at his babbling. “Is Mommy gonna get huge again baby boy? Yes she is, she’s gonna get so huge she may have to be your play ball!”

 

Izuku cried a lot. It set her off as well, her hormones were still out of whack. At least, that’s what she tried blaming it on. “Ms Midoriya?” Inko stood up. She was so glad her Quirk gave her good mobility even postpartum, otherwise she suspected she would have been a lot more irritated. “C’mon baby, let’s go see how Mommy can get blown up!”

 

“Ah, Inko?” Recovery Girl was as short as Inko, which was kind of a relief to the shortstack new mama, “That’s me!” She took a seat with Izuku in his basket, to which Recovery Girl gave a small acknowledgement. “Three weeks old, this is Izuku? I checked your records.”

Inko had guessed she would and was prepared for the questions. “Yeah, he’s the light of my life right now.” Izuku seemed calm, sleeping as the two women talked.

 

“This soon after giving birth I wouldn’t recommend any woman take on a surrogacy, but you actually seem suited to it.”

 

“Thank you!” Inko was taking that as a compliment, and as Recovery Girl seemed to inspect her, she got the feeling that the Hero in front of her was more than approving of what she saw.

 

“Up, up!” Recovery Girl ordered. Inko stood and she watched Recovery Girl doing her thing, measuring hip size, waist dimensions, breast size with interest. “If you’re going to go down this path you’re going to gain a lot of weight, is that alright with you?” Inko bit her lip, fighting back a blush.

 

“Don’t answer that,” Recovery Girl decided, she really didn’t want to know. “Everything looks fine, I want to examine your Quirk Factor if that’s alright with you?”

 

“How are you gonna do that?” Inko asked curiously. She knew she had a secondary Fertility Quirk but she never knew quite what she could do with it. “We’re going to take a blood sample and we’re going to study how your cells are different to other Quirked users, so cortisol levels, hormone levels, blood fluctuation et cetera.” Recovery Girl explained.

 

Inko rolled up her sleeve and allowed Recovery Girl to take a sample, waiting for the results with bated breath. After a few moments of tense silence she saw Recovery Girl slowly getting more concerned, feeling her heart skip a beat.

 

“What? What’s wrong?”

 

“Nothing, per se.” Recovery Girl explained. “It’s just that where other women are fertile in general, your fertility factor, if we can call it that is almost a dozen times more powerful than any other woman on Earth, you could quite literally become a baby factory if you become pregnant more than once-“ Inko was bright red, squeaking at the prospect.

 

Recovery Girl noticed, pinching her nose. “I need to make sure you’re doing this for the right reasons. Are you?”

 

“Yes!” Inko could at least say that much. “I wanna help people who can’t have babies, I wanna give people the families they’ve always wanted! Maybe… maybe one day I can have some more of my own as well.” She’d had that hope, but since she’d become a single mom she was saddened by her dating prospects vanishing just like that.

 

“And you’re sure.” Recovery Girl sighed, looking at the woman in front of her. The determination was clear but she just couldn’t shake the feeling she was enabling hedonism.

 

“One hundred percent.” Inko affirmed. “Please, Recovery Girl, give me this chance.”

 

…

 

“Okay.” Recovery Girl agreed. In all honesty, she was curious how far she could push Inko’s fertility. “I’ll set you up an appointment at the nearest clinic to be inseminated at your earliest convenience once you have all the legal things set up. Because you WILL be getting legal help from our agency.”

 

“Oh my God, thank you!!!” Inko wept, releasing a breath she’d been holding for far too long. Izuku giggled, his little baby arms waving about madly as his mother celebrated quietly. “I promise you can trust me.” She told Recovery Girl, rushing out of the clinic with Izuku in tow.

 

-

 

Not two weeks later Inko was heading from her job as a prosecutor to pick up Izuku from daycare when she got a call. Her heart skipped a beat and she answered it before she had a single thought.

 

“Hello? Is this Midoriya Inko?” A young woman’s voice came through the other end and Inko confirmed it. “This is she! Who’s calling?” She asked, wondering if this is what she thought it was.

 

“My name is Takeyama Yuu, and I’m a new Hero, you might know me as the one called Mt Lady?”

 

“Oh yes! You saved that young girl from that brute on Midview last week! That was an expert rescue Ms Yuu!” Inko complimented, honoured that she’d been called by such a new Hero.

 

“I’m actually calling because Recovery Girl referred me to you, said you’d be a good starting match?”

 

“Oh! Are you looking to have a baby?” Inko’s heart was racing and she awaited Yuu’s response unable to think about anything else.

 

“Oh yeah! Me and my fiance Death Arms, we have two very different Quirks and the doctors said my body might not be able to handle pregnancy due to the way my size is constantly shifting, so I’m really looking for a surrogate right now.” Yuu explained. Inko could hear the sorrow in her voice and became determined.

 

“I’m free in a couple months, you bring that boy of yours and we’ll get all this ironed out with a family lawyer.” She told Yuu emphatically. “I’m gonna have you your baby.”

 

“You will? Oh my GOD!” Yuu squealed. “I’ll never forget this Inko, I promise!”

 

Inko chuckled as she hung up, picking Izuku up from daycare. “Mommy’s gonna be pregnant again baby!” She crowed, holding him up high.

 

-

 

A couple months later she got a knock on the door. “Shit. Coming!” She yelled, rushing through the house in just her baby wrap and a skirt, having just finished pumping. She was super sore and as it went she was also quite cranky.

 

She opened the door and there the couple were. “Hiii! It’s Yuu, from the phone call? This is my hubby Yotsube!”

 

The man was taller than Yuu in her current normal state and he was a beefy guy twice as tall as Inko herself, quite literally. “Takeyama Yotsube ma’am, and yes I took my wife’s name.”

 

“Oh that’s beautiful! You guys married recently?”

 

“Actually we got married a week after that call, we went on a month long trip before we became parents because y’know, parenthood and all that.”

 

“Oh I know,” Inko commiserated. “I have a son a few months old, and trust me it’s been a learning experience for me.”

 

“Aww, so cute! Do you have pictures?” Inko grinned widely and whipped out her phone. “He’s at my friend Mitsuki’s right now but just look at him! He’s adorable!” She squeaked and Yuu gushed over the photos.

 

“I want one.” She whispered to her husband, who agreed.

 

-

 

They sat down in the living room and Inko was quick to call up her friend, Yoruichi, who was a family lawyer at the same office as Inko. “Yoru, it’s time!” She sung into the phone, putting it on speaker.

 

“Awesome! Give me a second to get to my office and we’ll get right into it!”

 

Once Yoruichi was situated they got down to it. “So, first of all, I’m going to be very clear that when it comes to my body, I will do my best to carry this baby but I am also a mom, so my first priority will be me if it comes to any danger during this pregnancy.” Inko stated outright.

 

“Of course! I’d expect nothing less!” Yuu agreed.

 

“Second of all, it is your decision whether you want to update me once the baby’s born but the moment they are here, I have no emotional attachment or otherwise, and the baby will be completely yours biologically.”

 

“That’s fine, I wouldn’t expect you to keep up with all of the babies you carry, you’d have hundreds to keep tabs on!” Yuu joked, not realising just how true that might end up being.

 

“And third of all, if a hospital birth is necessary I will do one, but after my last experience in hospital I’d much rather birth this baby from home with a midwife, so you would be invited into my home, as long as you are unobtrusive, is that okay?” Yuu nodded fervently. “Of course! Inko, this is your body, I’ll gladly sign the contract, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around us, ever.”

 

They ironed out the rest of the details and Inko felt her heart racing as she signed her end of the bargain. “Right, let’s have this baby!” She squealed, and Yuu hugged her tight.

 

“You have no idea how much this means to us. Thank you Inko, truly.”

 

-

 

At ten weeks pregnant it was evident she was going to have a gigantic baby on her hands. Already she’d had to buy new jeans and her gut looked at least halfway through a regular pregnancy. “Holy shit.” She examined herself in the mirror, taking a photo.

She quickly sent the update text to Yuu and waited for the response.

 

Yuu: Holy shit!!! Already?

 

Inko: Already! Your boy’s genetics are gonna make me a blimp.

 

Yuu: 😭brb currently crying, I’m so happy!

 

Inko was also crying, happy tears flooding the bathroom as she waddled towards Izuku napping in his cot and sniffled. She held her belly and remembered what it was like to have him inside her, kicking and wriggling, and wished she could hold him like that again.

 

She had a playdate planned with Mitsuki today so she picked Izuku up and heaved him gently over her bump, carrying him out to the car.

 

“INKO? Holy shit, why didn’t you tell me you’re pregnant!” Mitsuki screeched as Inko waddled up to her place, rushing out to take Izuku from her. “Relax Suki, I’m only ten weeks!”

 

“Only ten- Inko, what the FUCK!?” She stared at Inko’s belly uncomprehending. “Say psyche right now Inko, I swear to all that is pink and prickly I will-“

 

“Nope, I’m fully honest right now, this is ten weeks.” Inko smirked proudly, patting the baby bump she was very steadily growing. “The couple I’m carrying this one for have certain.. size Quirks.” And this baby was gonna be no different.

 

“Size Quirks? Inko, your poor hoo-ha is gonna be wrecked!” Mitsuki was having a hard time stopping her swearing habit now that Katsuki had come along but dammit if she wasn’t trying.

 

“Actually it won’t, my hyper-fertility grants me a LOT of elasticity down there.” She emphasised, patting her thick thighs as she carried Izuku indoors.

 

“I’m super serious Inko, you are gonna be a BLIMP.”

 

“I KNOW.” Inko enthused. She was very much looking forward to that. Being so round, so huge all she could think about was how baby-laden her poor belly was, bringing her to total immobility, breasts the size of her head full, swollen milk tanks ready to feed a small army.

 

“And you’re just okay blimping up like this? You’re gonna be so fat!”

 

“I KNOW! You could make me outfits out of tarp!” Inko suggested. Mitsuki’s nose wrinkled. “You’re gonna get that BIG? Why not just dress in a cut up circus tent?” She joked.

 

“You jest, but I do have an inflatable suit.” Inko winked. Mitsuki glanced at her friend, eyes narrowing. “You have some weird kinks.”

 

“Bite me.” Inko replied casually, waddling into Mitsuki’s living room.

 

“So, is this your new thing you’re doing now?” Mitsuki questioned, carrying two glasses of water in. Inko accepted it with thanks, swaddled in her pregnancy pillow and a blanket. “Yup! I kinda figured out I like being pregnant while I was carrying Izuku and I figured why not help people out while getting as big as I can?”

 

“That’s noble of you.” Mitsuki couldn’t believe how big Inko had gotten in such a short span of time. “What else does your Quirk allow you to do?” Inko smirked and patted her belly, vanishing down into her normal sized pudgy belly, deflated like a balloon in an instant, before ballooning back out to term.

 

“Whoa! Baby’s getting real squished in there!” Mitsuki laughed, and Inko shrugged. “Recovery Girl tells me it’s safe for them, but it’ll have its limits. My womb essentially can compress them down a few sizes and when I loosen up they’re right back to full size.” She explains.

 

“So like that Ant-guy America used to have?” Mitsuki was impressed. “So what happened to your telekinesis?”

 

“Oh I still have it!” Inko explained, waving her hands in explanation. “But Recovery Girl told me whoever was my doctor as a kid sucked because that’s actually a secondary quirk. My fertility is quite literally my main Quirk! I call it Breeder!”

 

Mitsuki was impressed, and held her hand to Inko’s belly. “Is the little one moving yet?”

 

“Little one is literally the size of a basketball right now, but no, little guy is still forming.” Inko was deeply looking forward to how big she was gonna get, barely able to contain her excitement.

 

“Damn, he’s gonna make you pop like some horror movie bitch.”

 

“Don’t!” Inko giggled, patting her belly. “God, I’d tear apart like a big, fleshy balloon!” The two women laughed. Eventually Katsuki and Izuku had gotten tired so Inko decided it was best to take her son home for a nap. “I’ll send you some snaps later?” She asked Mitsuki.

 

“Definitely! And if you ever wanna give that big preggo bump some loving, Masaru doesn’t mind me helping you out.” Mitsuki offered. Inko squeaked, not wanting to admit she did in fact want to do that at some point, but she heaved herself into the car, then realised her bump was nearing the steering wheel.

 

“Little guy, you’re growing too fast!” She complained, patting her belly as she drove home.

 

-

 

Mid second trimester, Inko was HUGE! Her belly was the equivalent to having swallowed a beanbag, and she’d gained a hundred pounds in the last couple months. Her boobs were as big as her head and every morning she woke up to an intense engorgement.

She had to suck in her belly just to walk, this kid was over twelve pounds. Carrying Izuku around was a chore and a half.

 

Inko got out her pumps and whipped open her baby wrap, her boobs so swollen every little brush sent jolts down her back. “Fuck!” Her panties were wet with slick again and she groaned. “Why do I cum just from that!” She sometimes wished she didn’t enjoy pregnancy as much as she did, she was orgasming simply just from waddling nowadays.

 

Pumping her teats took a full hour, and thirteen gallons of milk later on Inko huffed, finally able to fit back into a maternity bra. “There we go,” She declared.

 

Headed towards her next ultrasound she texted Yuu. She’d been giving weekly bump-dates and Yuu had been concerned by how big Inko was getting..

 

Yuu: You’re not gonna pop are you? Like genuinely.

 

Inko: Don’t worry, no risk! Even if it hurt, I’d say it’s worth it!

 

Yuu: Don’t say that, I’ll feel so guilty!

 

Sucking in her belly, she still looked overdue. Her belly was equivalent to a woman ready to pop with triplets and she was feeling the weight, and stares on her as she waddled.

She could hear the doctors talking, talking about her and how she must be doing.

 

“Christ, what is that, an elephant?”

 

“Maybe it’s some kind of machinery!” She growled quietly at the thought of being some sort of machine, stomping along the hallways as she entered the room.

 

“Hey, that’s no way to talk about a pregnant lady!” She protested. Recovery Girl and her interns had their backs to her, Yuu and Yotsube waving happily at her.

 

“Sorry Inko, I know it’s expected for a woman so far along and so… Big?”

 

Inko stood in the door, raising an eyebrow. “What’s up Recovery Girl, you seem surprised?”

 

“Oh, sorry Inko, it’s just that you’re way behind growth markers for this pregnancy, by any means you should be bigger.”

 

“Oh, so kind of like this?” She unflexed her hips and breathing in thrice she watched as her belly ballooned out with a FWOOMP! It hung below her knees and was twice as wide as her hips, meeting her womanhood just as it threatened to drop to the ground.

 

“Yes, exactly like that! How long have you been holding that?” Recovery Girl questioned.

 

“About half an hour?” Inko replied sheepishly. Recovery Girl raised her eyebrows and hurried Inko over. “Hurry, hurry dear girl, let me take a look at you.”

 

Inko sat down and Recovery Girl put the ultrasound wand to her belly. “So, have you been thinking about how all this is affecting your Quirk?” She asked Inko, whose eyes glowed.

 

“Oh have I! See, I figured something out about my Quirk the other day, I was thinking, and when I focused on the baby, when I drew power from my womb this happened!” She raised her hands and lightning crackled from her fingertips.

 

“That’s not your Quirk!” Recovery Girl muttered in shock. “I’m gonna do a test, I need to make a hypothesis.” Inko winced as she took some of Inko’s blood. The blood pressure monitor beeped, and Inko unwrapped it from her arm. The intern next to Recovery Girl shrank back from her, and Inko couldn’t blame her, quite honestly, waiting anxiously for the results.

 

“Inko… these results.. the more pregnant you get, the more powerful you become. Because of this pregnancy, you’ve gotten so fertile that you’ve unlocked a whole new array of abilities!” Recovery Girl couldn’t believe what was on the simulation in front of her, and looked back to Inko, who had stars in her eyes.

 

“You’re serious?” Inko’s dream was coming true, and she couldn’t believe it. The baby inside her jabbed her rib and she yelped. “Ow, baby, calm down!” She told the renter in her womb, poking her belly.

 

“Inko, if what I’m reading on this monitor is correct, once this pregnancy is over, you could get pregnant at WILL. You are the most fertile woman on the planet at this very moment and quite frankly I’m concerned.”

 

Inko couldn’t contain her enthusiasm. A cold excitement filled her veins and she couldn’t stop beaming. “Holy shit! That’s amazing!”

 

“Inko, seriously! You could cause a population crisis if you’re not careful!”

 

“Actually, it’d be the opposite.” The intern beside them piped up nervously. “Birth rates are down a seventy percent in the last ten years globally, if anything it would do the world good to experience a baby boom again.”

 

Recovery Girl sighed. She hadn’t been keeping up with global affairs, she should have really seen it coming. Since the dawn of Quirks people died to mass villain attacks and a lot of people were choosing not to have kids due to Villain Quirk discrimination.

 

“Well, if that’s all out of the way, we’ll check on baby’s vitals, since size isn’t an issue. He’s over twenty pounds so unless you think you can push THAT out of you, we’re gonna be extracting him medically.” Inko has guessed that. “And don’t worry, your womb will be intact, and NO EXPERIMENTATION with your Quirk until after this baby is out. I hear word you’re playing around with your limits while carrying for a client I won’t hesitate to terminate you.” Recovery Girl was fully serious about that.

 

“Of course, Recovery-san!” Inko bowed as much as her extremely pregnant baby gut would allow her, and waddled out of the examination room. “Yes!” She immediately got to texting Yuu.

 

Yuu: Wait WHAT? Your actual Quirk is LITERALLY PREGNANCY!

 

Inko: Yeah! The doctor misdiagnosed me as a kid!

 

Yuu: I’LL SUE THE BASTARD FOR YOU! THAT’S SO WRONG OF HIM, YOU COULD HAVE BEEN USING IT SO MUCH EARLIER!

 

Inko: Suddenly I’m glad I’m the pregnant one. That much blood pressure can’t be good for anyone.

 

Yuu: Shut up and lemme dote on u, baby mama.

 

-

 

Inko waddled back into the hospital for what felt like the fiftieth time. After multiple months of weekly check-ups she was a regular here, and now that she was finally nine months pregnant, she was getting this baby out of her.

 

Her belly was bigger than her entire body, and she could barely see where she was going for the life of her, trying to see around tits that were the size of watermelons. It was so bad her torso had basically become a gigantic egg sac for the baby, waddling on legs that were so stubby they were cones. Her arms were the same, waddling towards the operating theatre.

 

“Inko! Oh, Kami, you’re huge!” Yuu rushed up with Yoruichi at her side. “Please, it’s worth it for you two, I just hope the doctors don’t pop me.” Inko tells them, rubbing her enlarged frame. Yuu worried, touching Inko’s belly. A kick met her hand and she gasped. That was her baby! Yuu kneeled down. “Hey baby, I’m your mama. Listen, you’re about to come out and meet us, and we’re so excited, but if your carrier doesn’t shrink down in a minute, she’s gonna be really hurt. I know you don’t understand me, but please shrink down.”

 

Inko gasped, watching as the baby reduced in size, and the weight off her back decreased dramatically. “Oh, thank God!” She still looked ready to pop with triplets, but now that she wasn’t as big as she’d been, she could at least roll her top back over her breasts.

 

“Inko? You ready to- ah, baby’s back to normal then, just in time!” Recovery Girl tottered. “Come on, let’s get him out of you then.”

 

Inko was lowered onto the bed, the mask placed over her face. “Maybe next time we’ll try natural,” she joked with Yuu. “We’ll talk about that later,” The younger woman told her, and just before Inko lost consciousness she thought ‘So she will want another one,’

 

-

 

Inko woke up a day later, and to her surprise there was Izuku in a seat next o her. Opening her eyes further, she beamed when she saw Mitsuki looking back at her. To her other side was Yuu and the baby, a completely healthy baby boy, with Yoruichi cooing over him. “He’s beautiful.” Inko told Yuu earnestly. Yuu sniffled, a beaming smile radiating from her as she leaned forward and hugged Inko.

 

“Thank you. Anything you need from me in the future you just ask.” And this was why Inko did what she did. Sure, she got really horny from being pregnant, but seeing how happy the new parents were? It made her so unbearably joyful it felt like her heart might burst.

 

“Stick around in future for more belly stuff?” Inko offered. Yuu chuckled. “Oh definitely.”

 

Izuku babbled, and Mitsuki handed him to Inko. “Masaru’s looking after Kat for now, and I brought him straight here about an hour after you were induced.” She looked across to Yuu and Yoruichi. “I’m Mitsuki, I’m her best friend, we knew each other since daycare.” She reached across and hugged Yuu.

 

“I’m Yuu Takeyama, and it’s amazing to meet you.” She looked between the two, then towards Izuku, who glanced at her curiously. “Can I say hello?” Yuu asked.

Inko agreed. “Izuku, say hi to your auntie.” She told him. “Au-auntie?” He tried and Yuu gasped, tearing up.

 

“Hi, Izu, I’m your Auntie Yuu! I promise I’m gonna be around as much as possible for you little guy, maybe you can play with Shoji when you’re older!”

Inko giggled, and as she patted her belly, she rested. There’d be time to play with her Quirk later, right now she was satisfied with being with her family.

Chapter 2: Quirk Experimentation

Summary:

Inko experiments with her Quirk, and becomes a preggosphere for the first time.

Notes:

Warning ahead of time: This chapter contains childbirth, spherical inflation, pregnancy inflation, and general fetish stuff most people don’t touch with a ten foot pole. Here be dragons, you have been warned, all of that stuff.

All that said, enjoy!

Mama Midoriya

 

Chapter Two: Quirk Experimentation

 

It had been a couple months since Inko had given birth to her first surrogate baby, and she’d been delighted to find out Yuu and Yoruichi had bought a house just down the street from them.

 

She’d been on a small break from surrogacy while getting her affairs in order, because she wanted to devote her life to pregnancy, and if she was getting paid handsome money, she needed time to set up her law firm.

 

She’d founded it just a month after the surrogacy, Midoriya and Co. was her agency just down a few blocks from her place, and already they were getting clients

She’d had an impressive record in court as the Green Dragon before she’d gotten pregnant, and she was looking forward to continuing that streak.

 

She headed out, Izuku now walking alongside her. Time had flown and now that he was two years old he was growing up fast. Inko worried it was going too fast, but as she knocked on Mitsuki’s door those fears washed away. “Hello little Katsuki!” She greets, chuckling. “Katski!” Izuku cries, hugging his friend happily. “Zuku!” Katsuki greets right back, and Inko chats to Mitsuki in the doorway for a minute.

 

“Thanks for agreeing to take him, I don’t know how long I’ll be out this afternoon.”

 

“Of course, they’re practically brothers at this point, hey, take pictures will you?” Mitsuki requested. Inko smirked. “I might get too big to take pictures, Suki.” She cackled when Mitsuki’s jaw dropped, rushing off to her car and quickly snapping a photo. She sent it to the group chat they all had.

 

Inko: Suki’s face after telling her how big I might get today

 

Yuu: I don’t blame her, you could get huge, and I’m a giantess!

 

Mitsuki: Laugh it up Inko, I’ll get you back when we have to roll you home!

 

Inko giggled, pulling up to Recovery Girl’s clinic. Walking inside she noticed the receptionist, Hikari beaming at her as she approached. “Inko! Back again?”

 

“Yep, back again! It’s experiment day!” Inko announced. Hikari gasped. “Tell me how it goes, I wish I could be there with you!” Inko headed on through, noticing all the other pregnant women and for a moment feeling a pang of jealousy, before heading on through to her appointment.

 

She was directed through to a huge gymnasium, and Inko supposed that it was attached to U.A, so that would make sense, but she still laughed. “A gym at a nurse’s clinic, that’s a new one!”

 

“Other pregnant clients use it when they’re surrogates, you’re more than welcome to it too,” Recovery Girl’s voice echoed over the open air, and Inko jumped. “Oh, sorry Recovery-san, just out of the ordinary for me is all.”

 

“No offence taken, so, shall we get to it? If it’s alright I brought Principal Nezu to watch today.” The famed U.A principal smiled up at her from the ground so she bowed low. “Good morning Nezu-san, I hope you’re well?”

 

“Of course Inko-chan, same goes for you?”

 

“Oh, Izuku woke me up at two in the morning because of a nightmare, but I slept in with him till nine, so we’re all good on that front.” She explained, hoping she could talk away the slight bags under her eyes. “Oh plenty understandable, new parents always have many responsibilities.”

 

Recovery Girl cleared her throat and Inko got on point, quickly hurrying over. “So we’re gonna start by testing how rapidly you can become pregnant. What I want you to focus on is your womb, and I want you to imagine a baby is forming in there, imagine every bit of it, how your belly grows, how your breasts swell, anything you could imagine to help it grow.”

 

Inko breathed in, and hones in on her senses. She felt her womb, active and empty. She focused, and as she did so she gasped. Something was happening. Cells began rapidly multiplying inside her, hand flying to her belly. “It’s working!” Slowly, her belly began to grow, pushing out under her fingers. She splayed them out and watched as the small swell sloped outward, her uterus stretching to accommodate the baby’s growing mass.

 

As her baby grew she felt her hips widening, her thighs thickening in preparation for its growth. She swelled past the fifth month within mere minutes, marvelling at her growth. “Holy shit, holy shit!” A kick met her hand and she teared up. “Hi new baby, I’m your mom!”

 

She swelled into the sixth month within another minute and Recovery Girl dragged an ultrasound machine over. “You’re growing within minutes! Timer says five minutes so you’re growing at an average of a minute per trimester! This is unheard of!” Inko’s belly surged as Recovery Girl applied the gel.

 

“And look at that!” Recovery Girl revealed. “A healthy girl very rapidly growing into the eighth month of pregnancy!” Pop! Went Inko’s belly-button, and thankfully she had the common sense to very quickly rid herself of her top, left in her skirt and nursing bra.

 

“One more month, I can do this!” Inko challenged herself, and willed her baby girl to grow once more. Her belly surged in a final push and she laughed, marvelling at it. Her breasts had jumped up three cup sizes, and her nipples were brown and thick, swollen with milk.

The baby kicked under her hands and the ramifications suddenly hit her. “Oh my God, I’m having another baby!” She realised.

 

She’d have to buy another cot, a whole new set of baby clothes, so many more diapers- “Don’t worry about cost, Ms Midoriya, we’ll bankroll all the funds you need.” Nezu reassured her. She jumped, she hadn’t even noticed he’d climbed up a stack of books next to her. Where had it even come from?

 

“Th-thank you Nezu, that’s very kind, I’m just- another baby already!”

 

“I’m intrigued, how far can you push your ability, do you feel like? Do you have a percentage in mind?” Nezu’s words had her thinking again and she felt her body out, sensing its limits. “This.. this only feels like five percent of what I can do…” She tells him.

 

Recovery Girl stepped back. “This is your show mama, what do you wanna do?” Inko took in her situation for minute. One baby in her belly and she could get even bigger. “I wanna send some pics to the group chat first.”

 

She spends a minute or two taking photos of her scantily-clad pregnant self, posting to the group chat.

 

Yuuu: HOLY SHIT! Already Inko! Ahhh, you’re gonna pop again!

 

Mitsuki: You look full term Ink, how!

 

Masaru: That’s… very attractive.

 

Inko grinned and put her phone away. “Does anyone mind if I get naked? I wanna go a hundred percent straight off the bat.”

 

“By all means!” Nezu invited. Inko stripped off her skirt, then unbuckled her bra and shirked off her panties, full chubby mom bod on display. She rubbed her pregnant belly and hummed, preparing to grow.

 

She felt it not two minutes later. Her body had this odd tingling settle inside her, and she felt her already pregnant belly starting to grow. Inko’s breath hitched. “O-oh, fuck…” She moaned, rubbing it. Her growth nearly doubled just from her daughter’s sibling joining  her in her little home, which was about to become a lot more cramped

 

Her belly started getting wider as a third baby joined the first two, her hips gaining a thick layer of fat to compensate. Her belly was huge, near to what she’d been like at the end of her first trimester with Shoji. “Kami, she’s blowing up like a balloon.” Recovery Girl muttered. Nezu sipped his tea, watching the pregnant lady moan. “She’s remarkable.” He commented.

 

“Ooohh….” Inko’s growth kicked up a notch, babies growing inside her at a tremendous rate, she focused on sensing her daughter within her. Her breasts were tingly and sore, bloating up with more milk than she ever thought possible. “H-how many now?” She wondered aloud, expanding her uterine senses.

She counted up slowly, taking her time amidst the expansion and new additions throwing off her math.

 

“Oooh.. seven babies…” She whined, rubbing her breasts together. She was now officially as big as she’d been when due with Shoji last pregnancy, and it felt amazing. “N-Nezu, can you take another picture?” She requested. “I-I’m too big already.”

 

“Of course Ms Midoriya, you’re growing fantastically. If you can, please keep going, this is fascinating!” Nezu took her phone and began taking photos, posting them to Inko’s group chat.

 

Yuu: HOLY SHIT, that’s the exact same size as Shoji!

 

Mitsuki: Right?!!! And look at the quakes, she’s still growing!

 

Inko chuckled, replying to them as quick as she could. She was quite literally encumbered by her belly, even as her asscheeks ballooned out into twin beanbags, stumbling back somehow even with the massive anchor weight of her womb attached.

 

Inko: And you’ll never believe how fat my ass just got girls! Mama’s got CAKE!

 

“Be careful now Inko, you have a record-setting amount of babies in you and even at your size you’re incredibly vulnerable.” She didn’t feel like it, she felt immensely powerful. She tested out just how powerful she was, and with a record-setting eleven babies ballooning her womb, she cast out her hands towards a hanging target experimentally.

 

An inferno gathered between her palms, and she stood back, watching this fireball gather above her, bigger than her head before she leveraged it back, and threw.

 

BOOM!

 

It obliterated the target, reducing it to ashes. She gaped, being this pregnant made her that powerful? “Whoa, whoa, mind the babies!” Recovery Girl worried, rushing forward.

Inko cringed sheepishly. “Sorry?”

 

“Damn pregnancy brain causing you to forget yourself, get your mind right.” Recovery Girl chastised, poking Inko’s belly. “Ooh!” A jolt of arousal bolted through her belly, and suddenly she felt cum dripping down her thighs. “S-sorry!” Recovery Girl sighed. “It’s alright dear, it’s a new experience for you.” Inko’s back had begun to swell out, her arms these flabby cones full of fluid.

 

Her thighs were so big they buckled onto her knees, swallowed up by her immensity as her calves became short and stubby, teetering. “Whoaaa!” Her entire torso was a fat, pregnant sphere, and her breasts jumped up yet another size, rivalling the size of two particularly large pillows, gushing milk down her front from ripe, thumb-sized nipples.

 

“Kami, she’s going spherical!” Recovery Girl exclaimed, pressing her hand into Inko’s burgeoning diameter. “Inko, this is remarkable, look at you!” Inko whooped, unable to do much but waggle her vestigial limbs. “I feel amazing! I’m nearly at a hundred percent, I’m a blimp!” She could feel herself nearing the peak of her power. Her eyes glowed a deep green, blazing and intense. She let out a loud wail, arousal gushing from her nethers as her sphericality began to overtake her.

 

“Uwaaaa!” She crowed, her limbs finally swallowed by her immensity, her cunt hitting the ground at such an intensity it nearly sent a wave of lust rocketing through her core, her cunt throbbing with such a need that she lowed like a cow. Her hands flapped in her divots, her feet stuck to her underside, grinding herself on the floor like she was trying to get herself off.

 

Nezu took another picture, then another at two different angles, and posted to the group chat, holding up Inko’s phone to her so she could voice translate her texts.

 

Yuu: WHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCKWHATHEFUCK! Inko, you’re massive!

 

Mitsuki: Holy fucking shit Inks, you’re a ball! When I said that I didn’t mean literally!

 

Inko: I knowwww! I feel so good guys, like you don’t even know!

 

Yuu: U naughty girl, you’re horny!

 

Mitsuki: Girl you best get back home to us so we can see for ourselves!

 

Inko waddled on the spot, so magnificently turgid she could feel every single baby inside her, she’d gained hundreds of pounds in a matter of minutes and she couldn’t believe how fucking hot it felt. “Oooh, sooo big…” She gasped, flapping her hands.

 

“If you’re quite done Ms Midoriya?” Recovery Girl interrupted. “How do you feel about trying out labour today? You feel close or you just wanna test other stuff?”

Inko was just revelling in her size, so round she could feel every crammed inch of her womb. Her daughter kicked inside her, fighting for space amongst her siblings. “She doesn’t feel ready yet, maybe give her a few days, but did you have anything else in mind?”

 

“Some mobility tests are needed in your immediate future, so I’m gonna go all the way to the other end of this gym and you’re going to waddle over to me.” Recovery Girl told her. Inko whimpered, she was heavy enough as it is!

 

She began with a single step forward, and then took another. Her belly quaked, and she groaned. “C’mon Inko, come on, you can get there.” She took several more waddling steps, her babies kicking every which way they could reach her sphericality so ripe she could barely think.

 

“Nnnggh!” Every step she took caused a tremendous wobble, heavy thuds hitting every time her floor hit the ground, her pregnant mass was just too hefty to believe, she must have been at least a ton. She must have halfway across the gym after what felt like hours, and she whined, knowing Recovery Girl was holding a timer.

 

She had Nezu videoing her, and she could feel her colossal ass shaking every time she took another step. Her breasts jiggled, her front drenched in milk, leaving a trail of sticky white cum and milk behind her. A cleaner bot hovered after her and Inko’s humiliation only rose, her arousal filling her head with thoughts she couldn’t speak aloud.

 

She heaved her body the remainder of the way, eventually reaching Recovery Girl after an eternity. “On average, it takes a minute for the average woman to cross this gym. The gym itself is 10,000 feet, and you crossed the place in thirteen minutes.” She tells Inko. “You’re really, really pregnant, hon.” Inko shudders, another orgasm splattering on the floor underneath her.

 

“K-keep talking.” She begs, but Recovery Girl shakes her head. “Careful Inko, don’t involve me in this.” She tells her, and gets out a tape measure. “Now I need to get your weight and diameter, so just sit still.” There wasn’t much else Inko could do, so she sat tight and waited.

 

Recovery Girl tottered around Inko’s impressive diameter, and strained to get the last inches of the tape measure around her. “Nnngghh!…Whooo, hooo..” Recovery Girl gasped, then gaped at the result. “Inko! You’re as fat as you are tall! You’re sixty inches around!”

Five feet. She was that pregnant, that colossally bred that she’d maxed out her width in every possible way.

 

“Oh hell yeah, where’s the scale?” She asked curiously. The intern was soon back with it. “This is industrial grade, used for cars and trucks, we’re gonna get you on that thing in a moment but first, how do you feel about rolling?”

Inko beamed, oh this could be really fun! “Let’s do it Doc, I’m ready.”

 

She felt Recovery Girl and the intern approach, unsure of how to handle her. “Okay, let’s get her on her side, are you alright being touched front wise?” Recovery Girl asked. Inko flapped her hands nonchalantly. “Do what you guys need, I’m your girl.” She felt their hands on her front and then she was gently tipped backwards, giggling as her vision went straight towards the ceiling.

 

“Oh, wow,” She heard the intern go, and she realised they were looking at her cunt. “H-hey, give a woman some modesty!” She squeaked. The two rushed around her side and began rolling her towards the scale. She rolled easily up the small ramp and as she was placed onto the scale she was put back on her feet, before Recovery Girl and the intern rushed back up front to check her weight.

 

“Nine hundred and eighty nine pounds! That’s the size of a smart car!” The intern gasped. Having that put into perspective floored Inko slightly, but she also took no small amount of pride in it. She was the ultimate mama.

“Okay, am I able to get off the scale now?” She asked curiously. Recovery Girl waved her back down, so carefully, extremely slowly, Inko waddled back off the ramp.

 

Once she was level again Recovery Girl put her stethoscope to Inko’s belly. Then promptly took it off. “Yeah no, that’s not happening. Are you open to an ultrasound?” She asked Inko. Inko hummed, thinking about it. “We can try it, but I think there’s too many in there for it to even work,” She joked, but part of her suspected that was the truth too.

 

The ultrasound machine flickered on. Countless tiny masses were kicking around inside her, Recovery Girl trying to count them. “One, two, three four… oh, Kami, it’s useless, there’s too many of them! You’re literally too pregnant!” Inko giggled and Recovery Girl sighed. “Alright, we’re done for the day. Can you get home on your own?”

 

“Uuuh..” Inko looked down at herself. “I sorta came here in my car and I don’t wanna go back to normal yet… can I arrange to be taken home?”

 

“I can do it,” The intern pipes up. “I got my driver’s license last year and I’m supposed to be off to the USJ in like an hour but I don’t really feel like going,”

 

“Shirakumo!” Recovery Girl chastised. Shirakumo held firm. “No, I mean it, I’m not going! Something doesn’t feel right Recovery-san, I’m taking Ms Inko home.” Recovery Girl sighed. “Fine go, anything else you might need Inko?”

 

Inko thought for another minute, before deciding on something. “I’m gonna give birth.” Her announcement had Recovery Girl jump out of her skin, and Inko leapt to clarify. “Wait, wait, not right now, at home!”

 

Recovery Girl screeched. “That’s even worse, why not here?” Inko was prepared and shot back. “I’m gonna be giving birth to the daughter I grew in my belly when we started! Nezu, you’re even bankrolling my babies right?”

 

“That I am,” Nezu popped out of a vent, before disappearing again. “Well that’s disturbing.” Inko commented, before returning her focus. “Thank you so much young man, what’s your name?”

 

“Oh, I’m Shirakumo!” The intern piped up. “Shirakumo Oboro, it’s really nice to meet you -um!” He reached out his hand to shake hers, and then quickly realised the folly of his mistake. Inko laughed, and belly bumped him instead. “There we go,” She shook off his akwardness.

 

“I’ve called ahead a trailer to get put onto your car, so you’ll be able to get driven home.” Recovery Girl announced. Inko gasped. “Oh you didn’t have to!”

 

“You’re gonna be like this a lot, so trust me, I’m doing you a favour.” Recovery Girl deadpanned. “Are you sure you don’t want to give birth here?”

 

“Be really honest with me Recovery-san, you’re about sick of me right now aren’t you?” Inko reasoned. Recovery Girl sighed. “I’ll get used to this eventually, but right now I could really do with a bottle of wine, so just take that as a yes.”

 

Inko softened. “Then let me get out of your hair. Take some Advil and I’ll be fine, yeah?” She turned to Shirakumo and presented her belly to him. “Roll me to my car?” She asked gently.

 

“Rolling you over now, promise I won’t look!” He announced. Inko giggled. “I’m getting used to it myself, it’s alright, you can look.” Regardless, Shirakumo rolled her onto her back and then rushed around her side, rolling her from the gym.

 

“There it is!” Inko told him as he rolled her through the parking lot, and she gasped at the flatbed attached to the back. “Kami, that’s huge! Remind me to get some chocolates for Recovery-san soon!” She was more marking that as a reminder for herself but Shirakumo also marked that. “Can I say something?” He asked, positioning her at the start of the ramp, “Y’know just before I roll you in and strap you down?”

 

“Of course sweetheart, what’s up?” Inko asked kindly. Shirakumo took a breath. “You are oddly attractive like this, and I’m struggling with self-control right now. If I say something stupid, please call me on it.” Inko’s cheeks turned pink and she stuttered, processing that. She knew she felt hot, she felt sexier than ever but having that told to her by a member of the male sex had her very horny all of a sudden.

 

She had to be responsible though. “Of course. Thank you for telling me, that’s really kind of you. That’s something you felt you could trust me with and just thank you.” Now it was Shirakumo’s turn to blush, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh it was nothin’” He told her, rolling her into the truck.

 

It took a few minutes to figure out the straps, but eventually they got there and Inko was all snug. “Ready to go?” Shirakumo called from the car. Inko was very glad the flatbed had walls and a ceiling, nestled in the shade. “Ready!” She called back.

 

-

 

It took twenty minutes to get back to her house, and as Shirakumo parked up the car and let her out, she waddled up to the door. She then stopped, having an idea. “You wanna stay? Since you’re not going to the USJ and all?” Shirakumo spluttered.

 

“B-but you’re gonna be giving birth!” He squeaked. Inko agreed, but she also had another perspective. “But you’re also Recovery Girl’s intern, and at a surrogacy agency, this is something you should learn how to do, right?”

 

“I suppose.” Shirakumo was nervous. Inko smiled. “If it helps I’ve been through this twice, I know what I’m doing. C’mon, come in.”

 

“Inko!!!” Yuu rushed towards her, gaping at Inko’s new body. “Holy shit, it wasn’t a dream, you’re an actual, god forbid baby sphere!” Inko laughed as Yuu inspected her body, hands frantically checking every part of her. “I am intact you know, just ridiculously pregnant. And Yuu?” Yuu snapped to attention.

 

“Can you let Mitsuki know I’m about to go into labour?” Yuu gasped. “Are you-?”

 

“I’m fine, I’m triggering this manually, when I saw I was having a baby girl on that ultrasound, the second I heard her heartbeat I loved her. She’s coming out of me tonight,” Yuu started to leave, and then looked towards Oboro. “Another stray Inko?” She cooed to her friend knowingly. “I can’t help it, this is Oboro!” Inko introduced, and Yuu waved.

 

“Hiii! Inko has this habit of basically adopting new friends, welcome to the circle, come on.” Inko waddled through the hall, her huge body brushing against the walls. “Do you really do that?” Oboro whispered.

 

“Oh yeah, I’m a friendship magnet, hope you don’t mind?” She blushed, fully aware of her accidental charm. She didn’t mean it, but people tended to like her for whatever reason. “Couldn’t think of a stranger woman to be friends with.” He joked back. Inko giggled, her entire body wobbling. “That I am, Shirakumo, that I am!”

 

“Inko, Yuu just told me you’re in labour!” Mitsuki rushed up to her friend. “Not het, but I am about to be, listen to me.” Inko situated Mitsuki by the wall, giving her friend time to process the blimp that she’d become. “When I was doing the tests, I found out I was having a baby girl. The second I heard her heartbeat, I knew I couldn’t let her go, so yes, she is coming today.”

 

Mitsuki saw the conviction in Inko’s eyes, getting a little misty-eyed herself. Hugging her friend’s plump diameter she squeezed Inko tight. “Okay, let’s help you have this baby.” Inko grinned, then remembered Oboro. “Oh! I adopted another stray.” She said sheepishly.

 

Mitsuki looked over at the boy, then back to Inko. “He’s Recovery-sama’s intern.” Inko explained. “Oh! So the kid can help? Nice!” Inko waddled into the centre of the room, where Yuu had set some birth pads up. “I don’t know much about labour but when I read up on it on the internet they said that these were for the mess.” Inko didn’t realise Yuu had done research, but upon hearing that she had was filled with gratefulness.

 

“That’s so sweet Yuu, thank you!” Inko thanked, and Yuu shrugged. “Green bean, you’re gonna be pushing out a lot of babies in the next few decades, this is the least I could do.”

Inko settled herself, making sure she remained calm.

She focused on her daughter, and when she sensed the baby girl inside her, she felt tears welling up again. “Hello baby,” She murmured. “Come on, come to mama.”

 

“Oh, Izuku and Kats are down for afternoon naps by the way, Masaru’s babysitting them.” Mitsuki interrupted. Inko let out an acknowledgement and continued to focus. “Come on, come on,” she could feel her daughter descending downwards and breathed in deep. “Okay, how do I do this- oh!”

She felt a water balloon of sorts building behind her cervix, putting pressure on her pelvis.

 

“Oh, oh, oh, I can feel my waters.” She announced. Oboro was the first to jump to attention. “Okay, that means you’re in the pre-labour stages, any final things you want or need? Pool, TV, music?” Inko groaned and wondered. She hadn’t had anything to distract her last time when she’d had Izuku, she’d been too focused on how wet her cunt had been before pushing him out.

 

“U-um.. maybe some slow lo-fi?” Oboro searched for a speaker, soon finding one. “Any particular playlist you want.” Inko shook her head. “Any will do.” Oboro clicked onto a guitar playlist and set about busying himself.

 

The bag of water continued to build up inside her, and Inko felt a stretching in her underside. Frowning, she looked over the crest of her sphericality at Mitsuki. “Suki, roll me onto my belly real quick, can you see if I’m dilating?” Mitsuki leapt at the opportunity to do something, angling Inko onto her lower belly. She crawled around to Inko’s underside, and upon seeing Inko’s fattened cunt she whistled.

 

“You know, I’ve seen you naked before but this is a new level.”

 

“Mitsuki, please-!”

 

“Alright, alright, keep your panties on. Oh, wait!” Mitsuki joked, but slid her finger gently into Inko’s glistening slit. “Feels like a centimetre. Inko, you’re dilating, you controlling that?” She questioned. Inko shook her head.

 

“No, n-not at the minute.” She didn’t have fine control over her Quirk yet, but that was to be expected. “Okay, okay, ooooh…” She breathed slowly, rocking on her belly from side to side.

 

The water sac broke at some point around the half an hour mark, and Mitsuki watched as it trickled down Inko’s belly. “Okay, towels, anybody?” Yuu handed them ofer and Mitsuki towelled Inko down. “No blood Inks?” She checked with her friend.

 

“No blood!” Inko confirmed, and she felt a change in pressure in her core. “Can I get up? I need to waddle around.” Yuu moved to roll her upright, “Of course hon, you’re running this show mama, remember?” Inko knew that, but appreciated the help anyways. “Mm, anyone feel like food? I’m gonna order pizza.” She said.

 

“How can you be thinking about food right now?” Mitsuki asked, then Inko’s belly rumbled as a response. “Like that. Don’t tell me you’re not hungry Suki.” She reached for the phone on the counter-top, then promptly realised she couldn’t. “I’ll get it Inks, you just focus on that baby girl.” Mitsuki picked up the phone and guided Inko back to the centre of the room.

 

“Can I get six pizzas, two pepperoni, one turkey ham roast.. a spicy and two meat feasts? My friend’s in labour with her baby girl and we’re all really hungry.” Mitsuki ordered from nearby. Yuu sat down on Inko’s sofa and watched her body rumble. “How does it feel?” Yuu asked curiously. Inko moaned through another contraction, grinding her cunt against the pads.

 

“Like, um, like being squeezed in a juicer?” She answered uncertainly. “Except said juicer is more of a cock that’s forcing you wide open and the arousal won’t stop-!” She forced herself to stop, but both Yuu and Mitsuki shared a knowing look. “We won’t judge girl, Masaru’s into chaining me up!” Mitsuki shared.

 

“And Yoruichi’s into impaling me on him while he’s giant.” Yuu collaborated. Inko looked over, baffled. Yuu just grinned. “You’re flexible in the baby factory way, I’m flexible in the giantess department.” Inko supposed that was fair.

 

“Five centimetres, how you feeling?” Oboro checked. Her nethers were warm and stretching, and she still had no bleeding. “Alive, and really, really keyed up?” Inko replied. Oboro chuckled. “Well no time like the present, Yuu, can you try some nipple stimulation?”

 

“Nipple what now?” Yuu choked, head swivelling around to Oboro. “Nipple stim can aid labour, can you manage that or not?” Yuu stared at Inko’s engorged milk cannons and swallowed. “I can so totally do that.”

 

Inko moaned as Yuu began to massage her breasts, Yuu’s fingers tweaking her nipples, thumbing at them gently every so often. “Oh, oh, oh..” Inko cooed. Yuu was fully aware of how erotic this was all getting, and knew Inko was aware of it too. “Do you need to stop?” Inko asked softly. Yuu shook her head. “Absolutely not. You’re birthing a baby here Inko, and a little sexy nipple stim won’t make me any more uncomfortable.”

 

Inko sighed in relief. “I hope this isn’t forward at all,” She conversed. Yuu grinned. “I fooled around too y’know, you’re not the first attractive girl I’ve played with.” Inko chuckled. “Care to elaborate?”

 

“Nope,” Yuu replied. “Maybe another day, but right now I’m good right here, with you, right now.” Inko could live with that, and gasped around another stretch in her vagina. “Oh, that’s ten, that’s ten, time to get moving mama.” Mitsuki called out.

 

A knock on the door got their attention and Oboro jumped up, “I’ll get it.” He said. He headed towards the door and pulled out his wallet. “Six pizzas?” The delivery boy said. “Yep, that’s us-“ He was cut off by a loud moan from Inko, and the boy caught an eyeful of the labouring mama waddling about. Oboro shut the door a little more as he took the pizzas. “Sorry, she’s giving birth, you know how it is.”

 

“Not really-?” Oboro mouthed a ‘sorry’ and closed the door on him before returning to the women. “Any progress?” He checked in, putting the pizzas on the coffee table. “She’s getting there,” Inko wheezed. “She’s right there in my canal, and it’s like a bowling ball in my pussy.”

 

“God, I don’t miss that.” Mitsuki chuckled. “I’m glad I didn’t get to go through that.” Yuu winced, she loved her son but she didn’t think she could stomach ever going through a pregnancy herself regardless of whether or not she could. “H-hey, carrier in the room.” Inko reminded softly.

 

“Sorry Inks.” Yuu swayed with Inko, but eventually broke off to eat her own pizza. The two took turns feeding her before Inko felt a movement and yelped. “Shit, shit, back, back, back, back, back.” She urged around a mouthful of pizza. Mitsuki quickly abandoned hers and rolled Inko gently onto her ass.

 

The baby was now nearly at Inko’s labia and Oboro could see a tuft of green hair. “Okay, Inko, here she comes, major pushes now, you got this.” Inko bore down, and the baby moved further. “Come on baby, come on!” She groaned, waves of arousal fuelling each powerful push. “Ooh, oh, oh!”

 

“Good girl, good girl Inko, she’s at a crown now.” Mitsuki yelled up to her. Inko prepped mentally and took a moment. “I love you baby girl, work with Mama now.” She coached her daughter, and bore down. “Ooooohhhh!” The baby crowned and even the hot arousal coiled in her belly didn’t stop the harsh sting of the baby’s head popping out of her pussy.

 

“Oh!”

 

“It’s out, she’s coming out Inko!” Yuu was in awe. She probed Inko’s labia and was quick to apologise when Inko hissed. “Sorry, sorry Inko, I’m just doing what Oboro tells me!”

 

“It’s okay, just burns a little!” Inko yelled back, and groaned. “Good work Inko, rest of the body now, you got this, now go.” Oboro coached. Inko pushed again and felt the shoulders leave her with a squelch, laughing. “I’m doing it, she nearly there?”

 

“Oh, you’re so close mama, come on, final stretch now.” Mitsuki coached. Inko couldn’t wait, heart pounding as she focused into another push, listening and wailing in relief as the baby left her entirely. “Okay, cord attached, let’s get that cut guys.” Oboro heated up the knife, and then after cutting the cord the baby girl let out her first cry.

 

“Oh, oh, lift her up to me, let me see her!” Inko gasped. Mitsuki took the girl from Oboro and raised her up to Inko’s head. “Hello baby, I’m your Mommy…” She sniffled, big green eyes staring back at her curiously. “I know, I know!” Inko giggled. “Hmm, I think your name is gonna be.. Hikari.” Hikari cried again and Inko was quickly rolled against her, the skin-to-skin contact quickly calming her.

 

“Okay mama, just gotta push out that afterbirth, but you got that right?” Inko could handle it no problem. Hikari was taken away for a moment to be cleaned and she had a moment of victory to herself. “Holy shit, I did it.” She murmured to Mitsuki and Yuu.

 

“You did mama, you really did.” Mitsuki hugged her friend, Yuu soon joining in. Inko soon closed back up after she cleared the afterbirth, and Hikari was brought back in swaddled in cloth.

 

“I’m gonna let Masaru know to bring Izuku over, congrats Inko, she’s perfect.” Mitsuki hugged her friend again. Yuu picked up Hikari in her blankets and held her to Inko’s chest.

 

“You alright?” Inko asked. Yuu sniffled. “Feel like I should be the one asking that, you were the one that just gave birth.” Inko probed a little deeper. “It’s okay if you’re not.”

 

“Inko I’m great, I’m just in awe.” Yuu comforted her friend. “You were in your element back there, so powerful and so raw… that energy was amazing mama.” Inko teared up again, and Yuu hugged her friend sideways, Hikari nestled against them.

 

“So, next birth then?” Inko joked. Yuu was serious though, nodding. “I think I will, yeah. You need people you trust around you and we all love you Inko.”

 

“Mommy?” Izuku wandered in with Masaru and Inko felt relief flood her body. “Baby boy, hi again!” Izuku ran up to her and hugged her. “Why are you a ball?” He was oblivious for the most part, just curious, and Inko obliged him. “Because baby boy, I just had your baby sister. Yuu?”

 

Yuu lowered Hikari down and Izuku looked over his baby sister. “Hi sister, I Izuku!” Inko sobbed all over again, and Mitsuki took him off to bed. Masaru looked over Hikari and chuckled. “Talk about Irish twins huh?” Inko laughed. “Yeah, tell me about it,”

 

Masaru helped clear away the pizza boxes and noted Inko’s roundness. “Mitsuki and I will stay the night to help you out. If you want, I can help assist you round here from now on, y’know, since I got nothing but being a stay at home dad to do.” Inko gasped and made to refuse. “No, Masaru, I can’t ask that of you, that’s far too much-!”

 

“Inko, I’m more than happy.” Masaru told her. “You and ‘Kari here get some sleep, and we’ll be here to help in the morning yeah?” He ruffled her hair and went upstairs, grabbing Katsuki from the kitchen and making his way upstairs.

 

Yuu left not too long after and Oboro started making his way out. “Gotta get back home.” He told her. Inko hummed. “Now why don’t you seem happy about that?” Hikari was back in her cot and they were alone in the kitchen together.

“They… don’t exactly care about me back home.” Oboro admitted. “I almost starved to death because of them once, but I kinda don’t have any other choice until I can get my own place.

 

“Then stay here.” Inko offered. Oboro spluttered. “No, why would I?” Inko stopped him. “End of discussion Oboro, if needs be I’ll adopt you myself, but also, I like having you around. I’m gonna need all the help I can get, and frankly I don’t think it’s safe out there this time of night. Stay.”

 

“Okay, do you have anything fresh I can change into then?” Oboro was resigned to it, but there was this small flicker of hope that he allowed to burn in his chest. “In the drawers, I prepped in case I ever started dating again.” Inko told him. Oboro bowed to her.

 

Inko had a full house. She had a family for once in her life. Once an orphan girl lost in the world, now she was a mom to two beautiful babies and she had a family of friends who’d drop everything to help her at the drop of a hat.

 

Inko waddled into the living room, where a nest of pillows and blankets ahd been set up for her in the middle of the room. She fell onto her belly and hummed, feeling Oboro throw a blanket over her back. She was happy, and watched Hikari breathing until she fell asleep.

 

• Chapter Two End -

Chapter 3: The Endeavour Empire Falls

Summary:

Trigger warning for all who need it: Pregnancy by coercion, child abuse and spousal abuse all hinted at within this chapter. You have been warned.

Mama Midoriya

 

Chapter 3: Red-Headed Spawn

 

Five years later, Inko was highly successful. Izuku and Hikari were now six and five respectively, and Izuku’s Quirk had come in. He’d gained the ability to fly, as well as invulnerability and the ability to use fire. He was powerful, and Inko suspected it was from his time around her.

 

Something had felt off lately however, and Inko didn’t know what it was.

 

She was only carrying quadruplets that day when she got the call. Swanning around the office in just her very cute vine woven tube top, showing her belly off was the pride of her day, and she’d brought in a ton of surrogacy contracts over the last few years. She’d passed the forty baby mark just last week and she was incredibly proud of that fact, never going a day without a baby ballooning her belly.

 

“Inko?” Recovery Girl’s voice came through the phone. “I called because we’re under threat.” That had Inko’s attention. “Under threat from what?” She snapped, stopping her waddling.

 

“Endeavour. He wants you to have a baby for him, someone leaked your file to him.” Oh, and that just boiled Inko’s blood. “Who?”

 

“Don’t worry, I had them disappeared, but Endeavour isn’t going to disappear.” Inko ground her jaw, rubbing her belly anxiously. “So what do we do?”

 

“We have a plan involving several of U.A’s top graduates, but you are gonna need to have some babies for him.”

 

“No, my body, my womb.” Inko said decisively. Recovery Girl sighed. “I know, and this is evil what he’s doing to you, what he wants from you, but just think of it like another surrogacy.”

Inko felt gross, felt violated. She hugged her belly protectively. “Just another surrogacy. But I want to be looped in as legal counsel.”

 

“About that, we have someone you should meet.”

 

-

 

Inko was round and taut by the time Recovery Girl rolled her inside. They were at Musutafu General Psychiatrics, and Inko grew concerned. “Why are we here?”

 

“Endeavour’s wife was Quirk Trafficked.” Recovery Girl explained. “The HPSC made it disappear just as soon as the issue arose. After an incident, she ended up here, locked up for what Endeavour said was ‘her own good,’” Inko felt for the poor woman. She’d remembered the headlines just last year when their eldest had died, but there had been another incident?

 

She waddled down the corridor, and shuddered at the thought of being stuffed into the lift.

 

“Come on, in!” Recovery Girl and Oboro heaved her into the elevator, and just managed to squeeze in next to her. It was an incredibly tight fit, and Inko held a breath when the doors closed hoping her belly wasn’t about to get in the way, but by some miracle she fit perfectly.

 

She was concerned, what sort of state would Endeavour’s wife be in when she met her? What sort of mental damage had been done to her in the span she’d been married? Inko couldn’t even imagine the trauma just from being trafficked alone.

 

The doors opened. Inko just about managed to waddle out. “You wanna roll?” Oboro asked her. Inko considered it for a moment. “No, that might set her on edge, help me waddle?” Oboro had basically become her eldest child, having managed to unofficially adopt him away from his folks once they’d kicked him out.

 

Over the last five years they’d grown thick as thieves, and Inko wouldn’t have it any other way.

 

“Rei Todoroki?” Recovery Girl entered the room slowly. “R-Recovery Girl?” Rei asked slowly. “Wh-what’s going on?”

 

“My dear, we recently had a breakthrough in your case, and your new lawyer’s actually here to discuss the situation, but first, you should know, Endeavour is trying to create a new heir.” Rei’s eyes widened. “You can’t let him! He’ll hurt them like he hurt Touya, like he hurt-!” She whimpered, pushing back against her bed.

 

“Ironically, the woman he chose is the lawyer who’s gonna get both of you out of this. Inko?” Recovery Girl called softly. Inko waddled slowly into the room, grunting her way through the far too small door. Rei was in awe, this woman was huge! This huge, fleshy globe of a woman was also utterly naked, seeming to be.. pregnant!

 

“Before you panic, this is my Quirk,” Inko murmured softly. “I’m Midoriya Inko, but my friends have a mock hero name for me, Breeder.” Rei calmed down a little, but was still anxious. “What- how can you help me?”

 

Inko waddled up to her bedside, easing herself onto her belly. “Endeavour wants to use my Quirk to make himself several powerful heirs,” Inko explained. “I can gestate babies at will within minutes, but Recovery Girl and I have a plan, if you want to hear?”

 

Rei agreed to the plan, and Inko eventually spent the next hour just talking to her. “I have.. episodes.” Rei admitted. She sniffled. “My youngest, Shoto, he’s your boy Izuku’s age… when-when I saw his hair one day I snapped and I- oh! I poured boiling water over his eye!”

 

She sobbed. This was the incident, Inko realised. She let Rei cry, fully focused on the woman in front of her. “You listen to me, that was not your fault. Endeavour inflicted so much trauma on all of you that you clearly had some form of psychotic break.” Inko bit her lip.

 

“When you’re on the stand, do you think you’d be willing to tell the jury that?”

 

“I-“ Rei whimpered. Then she thought about Shoto, who she hadn’t seen in a year. Poor Shoto was still trapped with that bastard. “I can do it.” She’d get her boy out. Inko readied herself, giving her a smile. “You’ll be fine, Nezu has hawk eyes on this hospital.” Rei grabbed Inko’s hand.

 

“Whatever he does, don’t let him take the babies.” She asked of Inko. “I never would. These babies are ours, you hear me?” Rei was satisfied, letting go.

 

Inko was rolled out of the hospital, and sighed once loaded into the truck. “Call Endeavour and have him meet me at Recovery Girl’s agency.” She told Oboro. Oboro growled but did it anyway.

 

-

 

Endeavour strode up to the gym. Inko had deflated upon arriving back at the agency, and she knew Endeavour had already gotten photos of her at her maximum, so she knew he knew what she was capable of.

 

“Todoroki Enji.” He gruffed out. Inko forced herself to shake his hand. “Midoriya Inko.”

 

She sat down across from him with a document in front of him. “These are your paternity rights pertaining for the babies. Currently I have a pre-existing medical run that requires me to endure my current pregnancies for nine days instead of instantly, is that sufficient?”

 

“That will indeed be sufficient.” Endeavour agreed. “But I need to know, what medical run?”

 

“After my last pregnancy I had a moment where I got squeezed into a space far too small for me and I genuinely almost burst,” Inko lied smoothly. “Before I do another run at it Recovery Girl has me under observation for any complications.”

 

Endeavour huffed. “That is acceptable. I only need a few.” Maybe he’d come back for her later, he thought. “How does this work?”

 

“It depends, we can do it through a single touch, or do you need to release any pent-up aggression?” Inko asked. She’d much rather not fuck him. “Hmmf. I have no need for sex, I’m not some sex-addled degenerate. A touch will do.” She at least was glad for that.

 

“Then all you need to do is touch my belly and I’ll start growing.” She told him.

 

He leaned over the aisle, touching his hand to her belly. Inko huffed, her Quirk kicking into effect. She felt one life added to her belly, quickly joined by another. Her chubby gut formed into a smooth early trimester slope, her breasts starting to leak colostrum.

 

A third and final life grew inside her, and she had grown akin to half-term with a single baby, rubbing her belly as she eased herself to her feet. Endeavour towered over her, and where normally she’d feel afraid, she just felt angry. “I want regular updates. I will see you in nine days.” He told her, leaving.

 

“Shit,” Inko breathed out as Oboro and Recovery Girl approached. “Oboro, can you take me back to the office? We need to start moving on those motions, now.” Recovery Girl checked the babies were healthy, and upon her seal of approval they were off.

 

“How are you feeling?” Oboro checked in. Inko didn’t quite know. “It didn’t feel as violating as it should’ve. Does that make me wrong?” She asked.

 

“No. The fear is what usually causes the trauma, that and the effects on the body, but that was a mediated agreed instance.” Oboro explained. “If he’d assaulted you, you’d be far more upset right now.” He amended the statement as much as he could. “This is still rape through coercion, but he didn’t like, enter you, if you know what I mean?”

 

“Yeah,” Inko rubbed her small bump, conflicted. “I’m gonna get more powerful, Oboro. This can’t stand, more and more of these guys will try and use me like their hero factory, and I will not force babies out into the world to be soldiers.”

 

“I agree.” Oboro told her, helping her back into the office.

 

-

 

A few days later she was in the office. Her belly had grown to a round bump looking due with a single baby, taking up a good chunk of her shortstack frame. “Where are we on the paternal rights denial motion?” She asked her assistants.

 

“Given your testimony was that of rape by coercion, we’ve managed to render the contract you signed null. In terms of any legal document signed under distress, it’s considered an illegal contract.” Jen, one of her partners said, shuffling some papers around. “Endeavour will not have any access to these kids, and we’re working on the custody agreements for Shoto and Fuyumi.”

 

“Fuyumi?” Inko asked. “The eldest daughter.” Jen explained. “She’s fifteen and we suspect some abuse on her side as well. We’ve been co-ordinating with Nezu for the upcoming raid on Endeavour’s home, and she’ll be our first target given her proximity to the entry they’ve aligned.”

 

“Good, if that bastard’s hurt her I want him put to death myself,” Inko agreed. Jen noticed her getting fidgety. “Sit, Inko, your ankles are getting swollen.” She told the experienced mom. Inko did and felt the lack of pressure immediately relieve her.

 

“What can we expect from Shoto?” Inko asked.

 

“Given Rei’s testimony, after Touya left the Todoroki household Enji moved on to training Shoto to be his legacy. I’d expect bruises, whipping, anything relating to physical abuse. No telling of the mental scarring either.” Jen told her.

 

Inko forced herself to stay calm for the babies, but she was already imagining stringing Endeavour up by his balls and making him eat them.

 

“We can handle things here for now Inko, go home and rest, we can get things in order.” Inko huffed, getting up and waddling to her car.

Her belly just fit behind the steering wheel, but she managed to drive home anyway.

 

Mitsuki was staying round to help with Izuku and Hikari, who were both having a nap when she got back. Mitsuki was out in the back garden, Inko waddling out to her.

 

“Oh Inks.” Mitsuki sighed, cuddling Inko as she laid down beside her on the sun-bed. “I love these babies, but I hate him.” Inko told her. “That’s to be expected. I know you can’t tell me, but you’ve come home miserable the past few days, so I can’t imagine what he must have done.”

 

“He’s a monster, Suki.” Mitsuki rubbed her belly, deciding to take her mind off of things. “Izuku drew you a picture at school today.” She showed Inko the picture, of a stick boy Izuku, a smaller Hikari, and then she was drawn as a huge ball. She giggled. “I guess I really am their ball, huh?”

 

Mitsuki pulled up her tube top, letting Inko’s breasts fly free. They were already darkened and ripe, lactating milk. “Yep, and you’re our family’s cow.” Mitsuki told her, latching on to Inko’s breast.

 

Inko whined, keening. Mitsuki drank softly, Inko holding her head up to her breast. She pulled her knees up to her belly, curled up against Mitsuki, letting her drink. Mitsuki took large gulps, and Inko’s engorged boobs no longer felt about to burst.

 

“God, your milk’s so good.” Mitsuki came up for air.” Inko giggled. “I wouldn’t be out of place on a farm, would I?”

 

“Don’t tempt me, I can buy one.” Mitsuki threatened jokingly. Inko’s breath hitched. “Wasn’t the milking stall enough?” She whined. Mitsuki had bought her an honest to gods milking stall a year back, and she’d had fun with pretty much all of her friends in it. Mitsuki leaned in to Inko’s other breast and started to drink again.

 

Inko moaned, bucking against Mitsuki’s thigh. Mitsuki’s hands floated around her hips, holding her considerable asscheeks. The lack of pressure in Inko’s veins felt so relieving she just laid back and let Mitsuki have at her, rubbing and massaging every part of her chubby frame.

 

Inko’s legs shuddered, cum leaking down her thighs and onto her woven skirt as she orgasmed, Mitsuki finishing up her drink. “Speaking of cow, Masaru designed you something.” She leaned down and brought up a box for Inko to open.

 

Inside, Inko found a cowprint tube top, a cow ears headband and cowprint panties. Inko gasped. “These are durable beyond belief, and have an added benefit that can multiply your milk production should you so wish.” Mitsuki told her. Inko moaned, kissing her friend. “Thank you Suki, they’re amazing.”

 

Mitsuki kissed Inko’s neck. “Feeling better?” She asked gently. “So much better.” Inko agreed. Mitsuki slid on top of Inko, dipping a finger into Inko’s waiting cunt.

Mitsuki heard Inko gasp. Her lover’s sex was already wet from their foreplay, making it easier for Mitsuki to slip inside. “S-suki!” She clutched her bump, rubbing it in slow circles.

 

“Shh, shh, Inko, just chill.” Mitsuki focused on inching a second finger in, finding Inko’s clit and starting to roll it in gentle circles. Inko arched her back wordlessly, her hands going to Mitsuki’s face. Mitsuki kept eye contact with her, the babies stirring inside Inko.

 

“They know their mommy’s getting it.” Mitsuki chuckled, breathing in Inko’s milky scent.

She pulled her fingers out, dripping with Inko’s slick. She moved up to Inko’s skirt, inching it down to around her ankles. “God I wish you’d go around naked more often.” Mitsuki huffed.

 

“I’d have to be a ball permanently.” Inko giggled. Mitsuki whined. “I wouldn’t mind that Inks, you’re a goddess when you’re like that.” Inko leaned forward, kissing Mitsuki’s scalp. “Maybe soon.” She agreed.

Now that Inko’s skirt was off, Mitsuki started working her way up Inko’s torso. She layered kisses over Inko’s bump, feeling for kicks or movement. “You’re gonna be such a good mommy to these ones, even if they’re his.”

 

“They’re not his, they’re Rei’s.” Inko never wanted a link back to him, and that included these babies. “They will never be his and I won’t stop trying to keep him discredited.” Inko moaned as Mitsuki pressed her boobs together, before she came back up to Inko’s face.

 

“Rei’s then.” Inko hummed. “And it’s her choice whether she even wants to co-parent.” Inko didn’t want to force her into anything, even if Rei had agreed to raise them. Mitsuki got glassy eyed for a moment. “You’re so good to people Inko. You’re happy how everything is, right?”

 

“I’m happier than any woman on Earth Suki. I get to live my dream, I’m a permanently pregnant breeder and I never want to be empty again.” Inko told her honestly. “I love every single day I spend with Izuku, with Hikari, and with you and Masaru.”

 

“Good, you’re our meta and we adore you.” Mitsuki encouraged Inko, leaning in. Inko’s lips tasted like chamomile tea and honey, her favourite caffeine blend. “Always was more of an Earl Grey myself.” Mitsuki murmured.

 

“That’s because you were British in a past life,” Inko giggled, sucking at Mitsuki’s lower lip. Mitsuki’s hands were firmly squeezing Inko’s teats, riding her lover. The two women were gaining friction, and with Mitsuki firmly ground against Inko, the two were wet and hot.

 

“Nnnfff!” Inko came first, Mitsuki following soon after. Mitsuki laid back next to Inko, taking her hand. “We’ll be okay.” She comforted. Inko smiled. “I know.”

 

-

 

At seven days into her nine days, Inko’s belly had blown up into a true zeppelin. Her shortstack frame meant her belly was an orb that dominated her hips. Her breasts were about the size of watermelons, constantly engorged. She was waiting for news of the raid, and waddled into the office that day.

 

“Inko!” Yuu bounded in, crowing. “We got her! We got Rei and the kids!” Inko gasped. “You did?” She waddled up to Yuu, hugging her. “What about Endeavour?”

 

“Nezu sent him to Australia to help deal with ‘the wildfires’ down under.” Yuu explained, rubbing Inko’s belly. “God, you get huge girl!” The younger woman could feel kicks, and Inko rubbed her chest. “Yep, and they seem to have inherited the fire powers, little ones constantly giving me heartburn.”

 

Yuu winced. “Oh, yeah, Yotsube gets heartburn after particularly big meals, I can imagine. But how do you feel apart from that?” She helped Inko over to her desk, sitting her down on it. “Huge, bloated, amazing.” Inko replied, smirking. Yuu rolled her eyes. “Of course, should have guessed.”

 

“When do Rei and the kids get here?” Inko asked. Yuu checked her watch. “About an hour? I was thinking, what if we have a picnic for them round your place? It’d be the kids first day away from that impotent prick, and we can keep Rei safe around you guys.” Inko thought that was really kind, hugging her friend.

 

“It’s an amazing idea. Come on, let’s prep for them.” Inko busied herself nesting. Yuu kept eyeing the tube top, keeping her more primal instincts in check.

 

The truck pulled in an hour later, Inko standing there waiting. The doors opened, Rei hugging little Shoto to her tightly. And there was Fuyumi, looking tired but happy beside her mother. “Oh, Rei, come here!” Inko beckoned.

 

“Inko? They got us out!” Rei exclaimed. Inko giggled. “Told you we’d free you.”

 

“We’re free Mommy?” Shoto asked hopefully, a toothy grin on his face. He had a bruise on his eye, and Inko took care not to get angry. “We are Shoto.” Rei told him, introducing him to Inko. “This is Inko, she’s got your baby brothers and sisters in her belly, wanna say hi?”

 

Shoto tentatively hugged her belly. “Hi babies.”

 

“Oh, you’re adorable.” Inko murmured quietly, stroking his hair. Looking over to Fuyumi she tried to signal her apologies. “Sorry, this must be really weird for you.”

 

“A little, but I knew Dad was trying to find someone. I’m glad it’s you.” Fuyumi told her, hugging her. “I’ll get used to it.” She promised Inko.

Yuu looked at the group, grinning.

 

“Alright, alright, who wants to go out to a picnic? To celebrate freedom!” Shoto cheered, Rei and Fuyumi giggling. “Let’s go sweetie.” Rei beckoned, following Inko. Rei tried to not pay attention to how Inko’s ass jiggled from her view.

 

They all piled into Inko’s car, but given she was too big to drive anymore, Yuu drove them. Inko sat in the back with Shoto and Rei. “Your belly’s huuuuge!” Shoto giggled. Inko ruffled his hair. “It is, isn’t it? The babies are getting big.” She stated. There was a determination on Shoto’s face.

 

“I’m gonna be the best big brother! I’m gonna protect them like Fuyumi and Mommy protected me!” Rei sniffled, leaning over Inko’s belly and kissing Shoto’s forehead. Inko had something else to surprise them with too. “Well, it’s a good thing you, Mommy and Fuyumi have space to live with me and my babies!” She announced.

 

“Really?” Shoto gasped. This kind woman was so nice to him, and his mommy and Fuyumi seemed to be happy as well. “Oh, you don’t have to!” Rei started. “I want to.” Inko told her honestly.

 

They got back home, and Inko led them all towards the back garden. “Your house is huge.” Rei commented. Inko confirmed it with a nod. “Perks of being funded by Nezu for all the babies I could ever want.” Rei’s jaw dropped. Nezu never sponsored anyone, he must really like Inko!

 

“Wow.” Yuu set out a picnic blanket, helping Inko sit down, and getting Rei settled. “Mitsuki and Masaru are cooking up what looks like a literal mountain of food out there. I’m pretty sure three quarters of that mountain’s for you.” She told Inko, who blushed. “Mmmmffff…” She rubbed her belly. “They’ve uh, been on a feederism kick lately. I’m their obvious target.”

 

A full half an hour later, the heap of food was brought out. There were about a dozen different dishes in all, and a full plate of sandwiches and drinks for the others. Mitsuki and Masaru made it around Inko’s sides, having her lean back onto her pregnancy pillows.

 

“Mom?” Fuyumi called over. “I’m gonna take Shoto to eat in the living room!”

 

“Okay!” Rei called back. She watched her kids head indoors, then turned back to Inko. Everyone ate along with her, but Masaru started Inko on a spaghetti dish. Inko ate delicately, feeling each bite fill her up. “You sure carb stuff was the best thing to start her on?” Yuu joked.

 

“She can take it.” Masaru chuckled. Rei watched curiously, Inko’s metas comforting her as she ate, rubbing her belly. Inko was halfway through the spaghetti, her belly already rather firm. “Oooff…” She huffed, rubbing her expectant swell.

 

Mitsuki eased off Inko’s tube top, letting her teats free. Rei’s jaw dropped open, and she found her hand drifting under her jeans waistband.

 

Inko started on her plate of sandwiches, munching through Italian white ham roasts like they were nothing. “God, I’m getting full already.” Yuu was also indulging, her own food baby starting to form as Inko ate. “What, I need the calories!” She defended herself from Mitsuki’s smirk. “Sure, Yuu, sure.”

 

Inko made her way through seven dishes in all, and her belly was a truly stuffed, aching mountain by the end of it. “Fufufufuuu….” She babbled, flat against her pregnancy pillows and staring up at the sky. “Think she’s a little too full for fun.” Masaru murmured to Mitsuki, who shrugged. “There are other days.” She reasoned.

 

Rei had a wet spot on her pants, gasping and shuddering, sweaty from her own exertions. Mitsuki, Masaru and Yuu all noticed. Yuu softened. “Aw hon, not today. Some other time when you’re ready.” She encouraged. “Go get cleaned up and ready for bed, it’s about time Inko should nap too.”

 

Rei obliged, and the trio carried Inko to bed. Masaru went to stay with Katsuki, so Mitsuki stayed behind to watch all the kids. She traipsed back into the living room, and saw Fuyumi snuggled up between Izuku and Shoto. “When did green bean come in?” Mitsuki asked the teenager. Fuyumi shrugged. “About ten minutes after we were done eating. Once I explained everything it was like they were brothers immediately. They’ll be inseparable.” She told Mitsuki.

 

“You know you can’t move now, right?” She asked the teenager. “Oh, I know.” Fuyumi replied. “But I’ve decided I don’t want to.” Mitsuki handed her a hot chocolate. “You settling in okay?” She asked.

 

Fuyumi sighed, thinking quietly. “It’s a whirlwind. I went from my pops’s punching bag to loved by all of you guys within a day. I think I’m reeling a little bit.” Mitsuki kneeled down, taking Fuyumi’s hands.

 

“It’s okay to take time to process.” Mitsuki told her. “You guys went through sh..stuff I couldn’t fathom. You and Shoto were so brave, but now you don’t have to be. Let us be the brave ones.” Fuyumi’s eyes glittered, and Mitsuki eased into a hug. “Thank you.” Fuyumi sniffled.

 

“Of course babygirl. You went through some awful stuff, and us adults can take that off your shoulders.” Fuyumi chuckled wetly. “So, how does the dynamic work between you guys?” She asked curiously.

 

Mitsuki sat down besides Izuku, brushing his hair. “We all love Inko. Me and Masaru are her friends, but also her metas - romantic interests,” she explained. “We can maintain that friendship while still being together, but there’s also an aspect where we do have our own separate bonds.”

 

Fuyumi thought she got it. “Ohhh, okay! So, if Inko’s gonna be my new other mom, does that mean you guys are technically my new parents too?”

 

“If you want us to be,” Mitsuki offered. “But take your time to decide.” Fuyumi hummed, resting between the boys. “I already have. Can I call you Mama Suki?” It was Mitsuki’s turn to tear up this time. “You can.” They shared another hug, then fell asleep with the boys between them.

 

-

 

“Your Honour, eyewitness testimony from Todoroki Enji’s three victims all corroborate the same thing.” Inko waddled around the courtroom. She had a plan for today, and with Endeavour’s Quirk suppressed, and him chained to the floor she was confident.

 

“Todoroki Enji trafficked Watanabe Rei from her family for the purposes of a Quirk Marriage,” she continued. Those paying attention could see her belly very subtly growing, even as full term as she was. The heaving orb surely didn’t have long left to grow, but here she was already steadily swelling.

 

“The defence suggests the prosecution brings evidence to this table!” Yeah, even with the HPSC’s money, they were still morons, and apparently so were their legal team.

 

“Evidence?” Inko started. She switched on the monitor in the centre of the room. “How about my own evidence of being coerced into carrying a pregnancy,” She showed her witness statement and watched Enji getting angrier and angrier.

 

“The bruises on Fuyumi, the lash marks on SIX-YEAR-OLD Shoto’s back.” She had to look away, but she could tell the jury was focused. “Is that sufficient evidence?” Her thighs were thick trunks full of fat and fluid, widened cones. Her arms could barely move thanks to her baby-bloated hips. Mitsuki caught on first, she was going spherical.

 

“The defence rests your honour.” The lawyer looks sheepish. Good, Inko thinks. Her tube top snaps, revealing her bare breasts to everyone in the courtroom. Now it was only her grass-woven skirt left, which she swayed about in expertly.

 

“Your honour, I conclude my case with this. Over the last nine days, over the course of my pregnancy I have seen firsthand the extent of the pain Todoroki Enji caused. I hereby recommend life in prison and stripped of all Hero titles.” She stood back, her limbs now stiff and so swollen she was literally on the precipice of equalising.

 

“Jury, cast your votes!” The judge ordered.

 

“Guilty,” Bloat!

 

“Guilty!” Bloat! Her arms became tiny cones now, her calves much the same.

 

“Guilty!” This repeated nine more times, and finally Inko rounded out, snapping her skirt. It was easily fixable, but she was now a totally naked pregnant life sphere, rocking on her cunt in the middle of the courtroom. “Your Honour?” She questioned.

 

“Todoroki Enji, you are hereby stripped of your Hero titles, and are sentenced to life in Tartarus!” The judge’s voice boomed. “I find you GUILTY!” Endeavour roared.

Inko’s eyes glowed, her maternal energy building. Her belly began to glow just the same, before a beam of pure photonic energy scorched his face, extinguishing his own flames for good.

 

Izuku broke free of his seat, running towards Endeavour and delivering a swift kick to Endeavour’s crotch. Inko heard a crunch and her eyes widened, watching Endeavour fall to his knees. Even Masaru crossed his legs at that. “Remind me not to piss Izuku off.” He murmurs to his wife, who agrees open-mouthed.

 

Enji was dragged away and cheers from her family went up in the booth. She waddled on the spot and turned, heaving herself out of her booth.

“You did it!” Rei celebrated, tears streaming down her face. “We’re free!”

 

Rei hugged Inko’s gigantic frame, and Inko let herself get pampered for a moment, basking in her victory. “Hey Rei?” The other woman looked up, focused on her. “How about we get these babies out of me?”

 

“Huh?” Rei questioned. “I can trigger labour and get these babies out when we get home, if you’d like that? Or we can wait and I can figure out an alternative?”

 

Rei thought for a moment. “Can we have them at home?” She asked. Inko beamed, “Of course, just roll me out of here and we can get them out.”

 

-

 

Inko took a full day to push out the triplets. She gave birth to two red-headed boys and a white-haired girl, who were all situated in cots in Rei’s room. Inko was rolled upstairs by Mitsuki, who watched over the two talking.

 

“Thank you for getting me out.” Rei told her. “Of course,” Inko told her. “That bastard is going away for a very long time.”

 

Rei felt something wet drip onto her nightshirt, flushing when she noticed Inko lactating. “U-uh, you’re-!”

 

“Leaking, I know.” Inko’s ears were hot with embarrassment. Daringly, Rei leaned in, kissing her. “I don’t mind.” Rei told her. “But I think we all need sleep now. See you in the morning?” She asked. Inko was speechless for a moment, blue-screening before she came back to her senses. “U-uh, yeah, sure!” She grinned, turning around and waddling to her bedroom.

 

She’d been kissed by Rei! She had butterflies in her belly and she wasn’t sure if it was from the babies or from her flustered demeanour. She was looking forward to waking up tomorrow, that was for sure.

Chapter 4: Himiko

Summary:

A young Himiko Toga joins the family, the old Togas get thrown in jail, and the consequences of Destro’s cult rear their ugly Nazi heads.

Mama Midoriya

 

Chapter Four: A Vampire for a Daughter

 

Five years later, Inko was living her best life. She’d slowed down her surrogacy as of recent because Mitsuki had come to her a few weeks ago, asking for her help.

 

-

 

“Hey Inko?” Mitsuki asked, sitting down with her in the lounge. Inko was resting on her belly, helping Izuku with his homework. “What’s up Suki?” She asked softly, flapping her hands.

 

“So, Katsuki turned eleven a few weeks ago and when we were home that night, the house was quiet.” Mitsuki confessed. “He’d gone out to a sleepover at Ibara’s, and the house felt painful to be in. You have Izuku and Hikari, but um, we only have Kat.”

 

“So you want more babies.” Inko guessed. Mitsuki’s face was unnaturally flushed, she wasn’t one to get flustered. “It’s just that I can’t stand the silence and neither can Masaru. We like our household loud and it’s awful listening to the slow droning at night.”

Mitsuki explained.

 

“Suki, I get it.” Inko remembered the nights when Izuku rarely cried as a baby, and thought way back to when she hadn’t been a breeder, she’d just been a mom of a newborn. “You only ever have to ask if you want me to have more babies for you.”

 

“You would? Thank you so much!” Mitsuki thanked. Given she was a model, she couldn’t afford for her body to fatten and swell like that, it’d ruing her career. “In return for some physical action.” Inko bargained. “To seal the deal.”

 

Mitsuki bared her fangs in a grin. “I can do that.” Inko turned to Izuku in her divot, kissing his temple. “Honey, me and Mama Suki are gonna go up to my bedroom. You good staying here? Mama Rei’s making udon for dinner.”

 

“I’m good Mom! Thanks for helping me, maths sucks.” He huffs. Inko chuckled. “That it does baby, that it does.”

 

Mitsuki rolled her into her home lift. The second the doors closed, Mitsuki leaned over Inko’s diameter, starting to kiss her. “Thank you honey..” Mitsuki groaned, hugging Inko’s broad chest. “Anything for you…” Inko gasped, rolled out onto the second floor once they’d reached it.

 

Inko still barely fit through her bedroom door at her maximum, but Mitsuki popped her through not another minute later. “You’re so plump and pregnant Inko-“ Mitsuki rolled Inko up to the foot of the bed, resting Inko’s swollen udders on the actual mattress, before kneeling in front of her. She took Inko’s head in her hands, kissing Inko’s nose, and then pushing her lips onto Inko’s.

 

She worked her top off, revealing the black lingerie bra she wore. “You’re so slim Suki.” Inko whined. “So hot.” Mitsuki grinned, pulling back and putting her abs up against Inko’s face. Inko started to kiss her belly, her rock hard abdomen shining with glycerin sweat.

 

“All for you baby, I work out all the time, day in, day out.”

 

“Rolling me is your workout.” Inko joked, and Mitsuki chuckled. She slid off the bed and rolled Inko upright, shifting her in front of the mirror. She was left in just her panties, and Mitsuki started striding slowly along the mirror length. Inko stared at the wide hips and fat ass Mitsuki had been gifted by motherhood, swallowing dryly.

 

Mitsuki bent over, slowly stripping her panties off. She slid them down her thighs, past her knees, wiggling her ass. Inko could see Mitsuki’s cunt glistening, whining desperately. “Suki, stop teasing!” She begged. Mitsuki threw her panties into the nearby laundry basket, approaching Inko.

 

“Oompa Loompa Doopada Dee

I have a pregnant breeder with me.” She sung jokingly. She didn’t realise that Inko had Pavlov’d herself into orgasming from it, her body shaking as cum leaked onto the floor, drenching her underside in her own fluids. “Suki!” She gasped.

 

“Oh, naughty girl.” Suki tutted, rubbing Inko’s belly. She rolled Inko onto her back, and climbed on top. Mitsuki situated herself over the popped tennis ball that was Inko’s belly-button, starting to grind on it. “H-oh, oh, oh!” She worked it slowly, her hands floating to her breasts.

Inko’s belly-button sparked with arousal, and Inko cried out. “Suki, oh!”

 

Mitsuki continued to grind, playing with her nipples, tweaking them. “Good girl Inko, good girl, you gonna have my babies? Gonna make Masaru a daddy again?”

 

“I will, I will!” Inko agreed, curling her toes. Mitsuki ramped up her speed, bucking harder against Inko’s navel. “Make me a mommy again Inko, breed for me, bake my babies like the breeding factory you are!” Mitsuki ordered. Inko’s body wobbled, filled with amniotic fluid and unborn babies to a dramatic level. She flapped her hands and then balled her fists, pulling them deeper into her divots.

 

Mitsuki heaved. Her thrusts were purposeful and rough, Inko’s belly button soaked in cum. Said pregnant woman was overwhelmed, her cheeks rosy from exertion, forehead damp with sweat. Mitsuki was at her limit, shuddering and groaning as she rode Inko’s heaving, baby-stuffed tummy. “Oh Inko, baby girl, gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna- aah!”

 

Mitsuki orgasmed with a gasp, spasming before she fell forward into Inko’s cleavage. Inko’s own orgasm made her sphericality rumble, the loud wail reverberating around the room.

 

“Thank you.. for letting me carry your babies.” Inko thanked Mitsuki.

 

-

 

She was a ways into her first trimester when she had the meeting. She waddled through her building as some of her lower attorneys rushed around her. “Ma’am? The Togas are waiting for you in your office.” Hajime told her. Inko gritted her teeth. She was going to hate trying to keep her temper in. “Thank you Hajime. Would you ward the interns off? There might be some yelling.”

 

Inko steeled herself, then waddled into her office, glad she’d had the doors re-adjusted. “Mr and Mrs Toga? I’m Midoriya Inko,” she greeted, waddling forward. The couple were cold as they attempted to shake her hand. “Please, just pat my belly,” Inko flapped her hands. They scowled but did so anyway.

 

They had the girl she’d been told about, Izuku’s age, cowering behind them. “We came to ask about a possible surrogacy opportunity. This one,” The girl’s father pointed to her stiffly. “Is a Villain, she has a Villain’s Quirk and we need one that actually serves our family reputation.”

 

“Well first off that’s the complete wrong attitude.” Inko growled, locking the doors behind her. “Second of all, roll her sleeves up, right now, or I crush one of you under my tits.” The mother looked nervous, and rolled up her daughter’s sleeves. There were hand marks, bruises that were an awful yellow-blue, severe damage to both arms, and Inko could’ve cried.

 

Instead she turned cold. She waddled over to her intercom, belly-bumping the button. “Hajime? Could you please call the police for me? There’s a case of Quirk Child Abuse in progress and I need several officers for temporary arrest.”

 

“We came to you for confidentiality!” The father roared. Inko stood her ground. “Not when a child is being hurt, I’m a mandatory reporter and just the disgusting way you talk about your daughter is enough to raise SEVERAL red flags with me.”

 

“Lawyer-client privilege!” The mother piped up. “Voids when the lawyer becomes under threat of legal challenge.” Inko replied right back. “Move out of my way.” She ordered. Waddling up to Himiko, she used her power to create a quiet barrier around them.

 

“Hey sweetheart, what’s your name?” She asked. “H-himiko?” The young girl told her, stammering. It broke Inko’s heart, but she had to stay peppy for Himiko. “Okay Himi-chan, my name’s Inko. Can you tell me how long they’ve been hurting you?”

 

“I-I was six..” Himiko sniffled. “I-I’m a monster, Miss Inko, you need to stay away from me!” Inko was going to kill those feckless monsters. “You’re not a monster sweetheart, you’re a ten year old girl. A normal ten year old girl with a Quirk. Can you tell me about it?”

 

“I-I need to drink blood or I get really angry.” Himiko whimpered. “I don’t like being angry Miss Inko, I hurt people.” Did the parents not know about blood banks, or blood Quirks overall? “And you don’t get blood?” Himiko shook her head.

 

“Okay Himi-chan, here’s what we’re gonna do.” She told Himiko calmly. “We’re gonna get the police to take your parents away, and then I’m gonna take you to Recovery Girl to get looked over. You’re very badly hurt and you need healing.” Himiko looked afraid. “B-but I’ll be alone!”

 

“No you won’t!” Inko reassured. “I’m gonna be right there with you. My son and daughter will be there too, and you can hold my belly through all of it.” She informed Himiko. The young girl liked this big spherical lady. She was HUGE!

 

Eventually the officers arrived, placing the parents in Quirk suppressor cuffs. “Who’s this little one?” Tsukauchi approached, kneeling down to Himiko. “This is Himi-chan, she’s ten.” Inko told him. “She’s really badly hurt, would you be able to help me take her to Recovery Girl’s?”

 

“We don’t have a truck attachment.” Tsukauchi told her. Inko winced. “Right, I’ll call her here then. Update me on their holding status,” She nods towards the cell donors, and Tsukauchi nods. “I can never get used to this.” Inko laughs. “Me too, and I’m the baby vessel here! Go, take them into custody or whatever it is you boys in blue do.”

 

Izuku and Hikari arrived with Mitsuki in hand not twenty minutes later, rushing up to Inko. “Mommy!” Hikari crowed, leaping onto Inko’s front. Inko laughed, flapping her hands. “Hey baby girl, you have a good time at school?” Hikari nodded enthusiastically. “Mr Mic visited today! I told him about you and he said he’d heard of you! Are you famous Mommy?” Hikari tilted her hesd.

 

“Of sorts baby,” Inko giggled. “Off, off now, come meet Himiko. Now, she’s very hurt so be gentle, and be nice.”

Izuku and Hikari walked around Inko to see Himiko curled up, unsure of them. “I’m Izuku, nice to meet you!” Izuku held out his hand. Inko thought it was adorable. Himiko regarded it curiously, before taking it. “…Himiko?”

 

“I’m Hikari! Hi-hi!” Hikari’s usual high-energy seemed a little intimidating to Himiko for a moment, but a second later she relaxed. “Hi Hikari!” The kids all chatted, and Hikari sniffled looking at Himiko’s injuries. “Can I hug you Himiko?” Himiko gasped, eyes watering. She hadn’t had a hug in a very long time. “Yes please!”

 

Izuku and Hikari hugged her tight. “Mom?” Izuku turned to Inko. “Can Himiko be our new sister?” Inko gasped. Himiko looked up at her hopefully, and Inko was going to put in for parental rights. “I-I think we can do that, but it might take a while and a fight,” she warned optimistically, unable to keep the smile off her face.

Himiko smiled toothily, and the small fangs at the corners of her mouth were so cute Inko had Mitsuki take a photo.

 

“Hey kids?” Inko asked. “While we wait for Recovery Girl, why don’t you roll me around a bit?” She suggested. Izuku and Hikari grinned, dragging Himiko to her feet. The trio tipped her onto her side, rolling her around her office bean bag chair. She giggled, she could hear them working as a team to co-ordinate her body.

 

They rolled her onto her yoga mat and she felt herself tip onto her back. The kids climbed atop her and laid down in a cuddle pile. “Well, looks like I’m not moving anytime soon.” She chuckled, flapping her hands.

 

“Where is she?” Recovery Girl arrived ten minutes later, seeing her best surrogate lying there like a beached whale. “Ah, there she is.” She was focused on Himiko. Inko looked up at the young vampire girl, who twitched. “Honey? Do you need blood?” The young girl whimpered, her fangs starting to protrude.

 

“S-stay away from me-!” She began, only for Izuku to hold out his arm. “You can drink mine!” He offered. Himiko whined. “I don’t wanna hurt you!”

 

“You need blood!” Izuku insisted. “You’d pop Mama so I can give you some of mine!” Himiko was unsure, but leaned forward and sank her fangs into Izuku’s arm.

He got paler slowly as she drank, and with a small enough amount for her to be satisfied, her fangs retracted. Izuku slid carefully off of Inko and wobbled over to Recovery Girl.

 

“C-can you give me something for my blood Recovery Girl?” Recovery Girl smiled at the young boy. She pulled out a gummy from her pocket. “Chew this and you’ll be right as rain. You’re growing up so fast little one.” She told him.

 

Recovery Girl managed to coax Himiko down after a while, and with the full work-up, she found herself disgusted. Malnutrition, wrongly healed broken bones, micro-fractures that were digging into her muscles, and gummies wouldn’t fix those. “She needs corrective surgery,” Recovery Girl told Inko after rattling off everything she’d found.

 

“I’ll leave that to you, can you send me the list in email form? I’m using all this for evidence.” Inko told her. Recovery Girl confirmed it, then paused. “Do you want a check-up? You’re not hurt are you?” Inko wasn’t hurt and told Recovery Girl as much.

 

“Actually, I’m carrying for my best friend at the moment. Would you just be able to give me a feel-up? Check they’re all moving?” Inko requested. Recovery Girl drew out her stethoscope, pressing it to Inko’s belly. “Yup, way too many babies as usual. You ever think about holding some form of baby auction?”

 

“I have actually,” Inko told her, moaning at the cold touch on her belly, flapping her hands. “After this surrogacy I’m planning a rent-me-for-a-day thing. I had the tracker put in a while back.” Inko explained. “Smart girl,” Recovery Girl complimented. “Especially for my best surrogate. You know you’re coming up on baby fifty now?”

 

“I do.” Inko confirmed. It was hard to think she’d been a baby factory for this long, and she was certain she was nearing overpopulating Japan by now. In reality she was no-where near, but it was always a doubt she had in her mind. “Doing anything to celebrate?” Recovery Girl teased. “Not really,” Inko replied, “Might go out and see about picking up a one-night-stand though.”

 

“Well be careful with that in any sense,” Recovery Girl told her, “It’s not like you can’t get pregnant!” Inko giggled, flapping her hands. “Right?”

 

“Listen, to focus back on Himiko. Where will she be staying?” Recovery Girl questioned. Inko flapped her hands, “She’s staying with me, I’m gonna adopt her. After this, her parents are bound to be in Tartarus for a long time.”

 

“You have the room for her?” Recovery Girl needed to make sure Inko was alright with the placement before she moved forward, she didn’t want Himiko to feel unsafe in any area she could feel safe.

 

“I do,” Inko confirmed, “And I can get a room set up real quick, can’t I Izuku?” Izuku nodded from his position hugging Himiko. “Well alright then, everything feels good, see you soon?” Recovery Girl bade her. “See you soon! Guys, wanna roll me home?” She asked the kids.

 

-

 

Inko was nearing the end of her second trimester when she was out with Rei on an outing. In the last few years she’d come out of her shell and Rei had even gained a little weight, giving her a nice amount of chub that suited her.

 

“You think we should get that new videogame for Shouto and Izuku?” Rei suggested as they passed a store. “Could do, but remember the last time we caught them up late before school,” Inko reminded. Rei huffed. “I know, but maybe if we give it to them with stipulations this time?”

 

Inko and Rei were both soft. Inko knew this and tried to be more of a hardass, but even she couldn’t deny their kids something nice. “Okay, roll me in then.”

Rei rolled her in and Inko enjoyed the sensation of Rei’s hands on her body. “You know, I love how plump you get when you’re spherical.” Rei commented.

 

“What, like I’m not plump enough with a bump?” Inko asked cheekily. Rei’s cheeks burned. “U-um.. I’d like to see you fatter when you’re smaller to be honest..” She murmured. Inko gasped as Rei set her upright. “Rei.. are you a feeder?” She asked knowingly. Rei squeaked, and she avoided Inko’s eyes for a minute.

 

“Maybe?” Inko waddled closer, pushing her belly against Rei’s waist. “If you want, when I get home I can have a shake and a couple bags of fast food delivered.” She offered. Rei looked back to Inko. “A-are you sure? Wh-what was your last weigh-in when you were small?”

 

“I think 200?” Inko ruminated. “I’ve gained some but you think I can get bigger?” Rei swallowed. “I-I think you could get a LOT bigger.” Rei whined, rubbing Inko’s belly.

Inko huffed, and it was torture waiting for their shopping to be done. Inko and Rei picked out that new All Might game the boys wanted, and with Inko now waddling towards the exit, Rei quickly snapped a picture of Inko’s fat ass jiggling, saving it for later.

 

Rei rolled Inko into the flatbed truck, and started wrapping the straps around her diameter. “I’m gonna make you so blobby Inko.” She groaned, imagining it now. “Just make sure I have a limit,” Inko whined, and Rei slapped the woman’s bloated diameter.

 

Inko was practically bowled into the kitchen the second they got home. Rei started cooking, a frenzy so fast even Mitsuki was blindsided. “What’s gotten into her?” She asks Inko, who salivates quietly. “Rei said she was gonna fatten me up..” She moaned. Mitsuki’s eyebrows rose, sitting down. “I’m gonna watch,” the blonde woman told the pair.

 

Rei cooked up a full three-course banquet, laying it all out on the table. It wasn’t even close to dinner but Inko’s pregnant diameter rumbled hungrily all the same.

Rei sat down, a burger stacked with cheese, onions and bacon the first thing in front of Inko. A pizza sat to her left and then a store-bought two layer chocolate cake was the finisher.

 

“Ready Inks?” Rei asked. Inko thought the sheer amount of food in front of her might actually pop her, but she was ready for the challenge. “I’m ready.” She murmured.

 

Slowly, Rei lifted the burger to Inko’s lips. The woman slowly began to eat her way through the burger, warm, sticky cheese dripping down her chin. Rei chuckled, qiping it away. “You can never just wipe all that away huh?” She teases. “Such a fat, pregnant cow .” Inko’s cunt spasmed suddenly, cum splattering down her front from where she lay on her belly. “F-fuck, Rei, n-not yet-“

 

“I know, I know Inks.” Rei comforted. Mitsuki watched the display in front of her with rapt attention. Slowly, a hand snaked under her pants, and she quickly leaned towards the door, kicking it shut gently, then locking it. She sat back in her seat, watching as Inko polished off the burger.

 

“Good girl Inko.” Rei murmured, picking up a slice of pizza. Inko was a pepperoni and sausage pizza type of gal, so the meaty, saucy delicacy in front of her was perfect for her. Inko ate the first slice easily, savouring the barbecue sauce slathered on top. She felt it land in her stomach and opened her mouth again, hoping for more.

 

“See that Suki?” Rei noted. “She’s already begging for more.”

 

“Then you need to feed her,” Mitsuki gasped, her fingers playing with her red, glistening cunt. She rolled her clit under her fingers, watching as the next slice entered Inko’s maw.

“And I will, but first I want you to watch as I do this,” Rei withdrew the pizza slice, and Inko suddenly felt desperate. “Noo, Reeii!” She begged. Instead she found Rei jamming a finger into her mouth, Inko’s surprise suddenly giving way to another shudder of arousal, her mouth clamping over it.

 

“There we go, give this a good suck and I’ll let you have some more.” Rei tells her. Inko gives in, she wants more of the pizza so badly, she’s so very hungry. She sucks down on Rei’s finger, slowly working her lips along the long digit. She moans, throaty and parched, but she continues to work Rei’s finger expertly.

 

Rei waits patiently, holding the pizza in her other hand right in front of Inko, like Tantalus in the pond, always out of reach until Inko’s completed her trial.

 

Inko’s cunt throbs, her bloated sex leaking cum incessantly, body bucking and rocking softly. Inko can’t believe how hot servicing her meta is right now, and runs her tongue along the finger before she climaxes again, the floor splattered with feminine juices.

 

Rei withdraws her finger, watching a dopey grin spread across Inko’s face. “You did so well Inko, now you can have the pizza,” she feeds Inko slice after slice, and can practically sense her meta’s bloated body gaining, the calories packing themselves on like adding snow to a snowman.

 

Mitsuki reaches climax as Inko finishes the pizza, and the floor is a mess, but Rei keeps going.  “Think you can manage the chocolate cake babes?” She asks Inko. Inko doesn’t know how she hasn’t burst like an overfilled tick, but she knows she can eat more. “Ready Rei..” she begs.

 

Rei cuts the cake carefully, and then starts spoon-feeding Inko. Slowly does it, she thinks, she knows Inko’s running out of capacity, and picks up the cola she poured out for her. “Drink, sweetheart, you need fluids too.” The caffeine helps Inko wake up a little, and she continues scoffing down the cake. Mitsuki even grabs a slice for herself, watching Inko eat her own slice gently.

 

Inko’s reached her fullest capacity by the time she’s binged her way through the third slice of cake and the rumbling of her belly says as much. “Full, Inks?” Rei rubs her lover’s diameter lovingly. “We’ll save the rest for another day yeah?” Inko agrees with that, though a small part of her mourns when Rei puts the cake in the fridge.

 

Cleaning up their mess takes Rei and Mitsuki takes twenty minutes but it’s so worth it, because Inko is so pleasantly full neither can take their eyes off of her.

 

They roll Inko into the living room, and finding Izuku, Himiko and Hikari all there, they set her on her belly and put on the latest All Might film, settling down to watch.

 

-

 

Inko’s rolled into court in the final week of her third trimester to a slam dunk of a case. She knows Judge Noriko will be fair and unbiased, even if her feeling towards the Togas are that of animosity and pure hatred.

 

Because of her bias she is unable to testify, but she hands the case over to one of her very capable assistants. “Your Honour, we took photos of Himiko-chan’s condition upon apprehension of her biological parents. The bruises, cuts and jagged scars on her neck indicate frequent abuse, whipping, even on occasion collaring. Need I remind you that Himiko-chan is A, eight years old, B, innocent of any crime other than possessing a Blood Quirk, like professional Hero Vlad King, and that under the Quirk Apprehension Convention any who experience Blood Quirk Discrimination are also covered under the statute?”

 

The picture painted isn’t pretty, but since Himiko’s official adoption by Inko, Inko’s latest daughter had been through multiple rounds of therapy. She’d never be fully healed, but she was getting to a good place. Still, she was terrified to testify.

 

Himiko was paired up with Inko on the stand, a special arrangement allowed so Himiko could feel comfortable to tell her story. “M-my old Mama and Papa used to muzzle me when I tasted blood sir,” she told Judge Noriko, who listened intently. “I only wanted some blood so I wouldn’t get hungry, sir, I promise I don’t wanna hurt anyone!” She sniffles.

 

“And you’re not at fault for that Himiko, your parents should have organised a way to get you regular blood by now.” Judge Noriko said kindly. “You’re doing very well,”

 

“Your Honour, if Himiko is telling the truth that would mean that Mrs and Mr Toga here have reason to fear, Blood Quirks are inherently dangerous and users have been shown to be highly volatile, as seen by the Destro cases across the Quirk War-“

 

“All initiated by Destro himself.” Judge Noriko snarled. “If you talk of that beastly human ever again in my courtroom I’ll see to it that you are disbarred, am I clear?” The prosecutor swallows, pale. Inko makes a reminder to make sure he disappears soon, then catches herself. She hadn’t realised she could think that dangerous, but being a mother had made her realise just how dangerous the world she was raising her kids in was.

 

“Your Honour, all closing remarks have now been made, but I would like to point out one last thing,” Inko’s assistant starts. “Since the beginning of this trial the prosecution has been repeatedly attempting to spread a dangerous ideology in the form of Destro’s teachings. Under Japan’s free speech laws the prosecution is currently free to espouse his beliefs, but under the discrimination act I motion that all testimony by both Togas and the prosecution to be treated with extreme bias.”

 

The prosecutor next to Inko seems to fume, and Inko swears she sees his Quirk spark

She takes that as a threat and leaps into action. Her pregnancy Quiek flares info action and a pure beam of blue shoots towards the man’s hand, shattering it clean from his wrist.

 

“Order in the court, everyone stand down!” Judge Noriko is quick to stop all panic starting and points towards the prosecution. “On grounds of active terrorism I disbar Prosecutor Yamikumo from the board and immediately move for arrest, Security, apprehend this man!”

 

Noriko turns towards Inko and Himiko. “Through all evidence brought to me today, all your T’s are crossed and your I’s are dotted, I hereby declare the Togas guilty on counts of child endangerment, abuse and Quirk discrimination. The Togas are sentenced to forty years in prison.”

 

Inko feels Himiko barrel into her belly, and soon Izuku and Hikari join the hug. “Mama Inko, I did it!” Himiko crowed. “You did it Himi-chan! You did so well!” Inko agreed. “And guess what?” Himiko tilted her head, curious. “Tonight we can get ice cream to celebrate!”

 

The young girl cheers and Izuku leads the sibling trio back home, Mitsuki and Rei rolling Inko.

 

Himiko that night lays in bed, Inko on her belly next to her. “Mama Inko? Can I finally call you Mom now?” Inko’s eyes sting with unshed tears. “You always could bunny.” She tells Himiko. Himiko beams, her little vampire canines on display. “Thank you Mama! In the morning could Izuku and I paint your belly?”

 

Inko smirks. “Depends on what you’d paint, but little bunny? You can always ask. Want a bedtime story?” The young girl nods, and alongside her siblings she listens to Inko telling her a story. “Once upon a time there was a young vampire girl…”

Chapter 5: Birthday Boy’s Berry

Summary:

It’s Izuku’s birthday, and Inko decides to go back to blues.

Mama Midoriya

 

Chapter Five: Back to Blue

 

Inko used to be a blueberry. Thinking back on it, her primary Quirk had been her berryism, a condition that caused her to turn blue and swell up with juice, until she was a big ball full of it.

 

But she’d stopped when she was having Izuku. She’d been sixteen and about to be a single mom, and Inko had been scared shitless. Even if she’d had Mitsuki for help, she couldn’t afford to be a huge, fat fruit forever.

 

She didn’t really know who Izuku’s dad was, she’d had a fair few people she’d slept with back then.

 

She found an old picture one day while cleaning out the attic. She was overdue with Mitsuki and Masaru’s triplets, Izuku helping her clean out the attic. “Hey Zuku?” She gestured to the eleven year old boy. “C’mere, I found an old picture of me from U.A.”

 

“You went to U.A?” Izuku gasped rushing over. Looking at the picture, his mom was spherical like she usually was, but.. she was blue. “Wait, Mom, what’s up with your skin?”

 

“You ever seen Willy Wonka?” Inko asked gently. Izuku frowned, why was she bringing that up? Surely she hadn’t figured out- “Well, you know the berrygirl in that film? Turns out, my primary Quirk was to become a berrygirl.” Inko told him.

 

“When I got pregnant with you,” she continued, “I had to stop, because I didn’t know if being pregnant while being a blueberry would affect you, and I just never swelled back up.”

 

“Wait, you’re not joking?” Izuku asks. “Like, this is real?” He looks at the picture, and Inko nods. “Mom! That’s so cool!” He hugs her and stops when he sees Inko’s belly flutter. “You okay Mom?”

 

“I’m good honey,” Inko teases him, ruffling his hair. In truth, she could feel contractions starting up again, and she needed to get to the birthing suite. “Hey, maybe I should berry up again soon? I need to go pop out your cousins, give me a day or so?” Izuku helps her out of the attic, thinking.

 

Inko waddles towards the birthing suite, taking out her phone.

 

Inko: Hey Suki, babes are on their way, get on over here?

 

Suki: We’ll be right over.

 

Inko strips off her skirt and top, sliding into the pool gently. She floated there for a while, her fat ass pressing against the cold, shallow tiles. She let the water lap against her bump, running her hands over it gently. She liked water the most for births, it helped with the pressure somehow.

 

Mitsuki arrives about a half an hour later, and Inko feels relief. “Hey.” She greets softly, Mitsuki kneeling down to greet her meta. “Hey yourself. How long have you been in labour?”

 

“Just.. a few hours.” Inko admitted. She stretches her thighs wider, the babies shifting slightly down. She’s barely dilated, she can feel herself with checks, and she has a while to go yet. She could accelerate her labour, but she likes dragging it out, she loved the feeling of pushing out her children, feeling each of them leave her body.

 

“I’m gonna berry back up,” Inko told Mitsuki. “I miss it, and I haven’t done it in nearly a decade.” Mitsuki grinned, rubbing her meta’s huge belly. “It’s basically what you have been the last few years, just juicier.” She reasoned. Mitsuki was right about that, Inko figured, moaning at Mitsuki’s touch.

 

Mitsuki’s hand floated to her thigh, pushing it back against the pool wall as she sunk in beside Inko.

 

“I’m gonna swell back up for Izuku’s birthday. I wanna hold a small party with all our friends so we can celebrate.” Inko says. His birthday’s Halloween, and with less than two weeks, she had to plan around Izuku, Himiko and Hikari, making sure they were all included. “We can go trick or treating again too!” Mitsuki suggests.

 

“Like- nngggh! That was ever out of the plan.” Inko growls as her cervix stretches further, Mitsuki’s first daughter stretching her wider, preparing for birth. Inko moans, holding onto Mitsuki tight. “You can finally go as Violet again, and I can make you that special tube top and jacket combo.”

 

“Make it a bikini - mmmggghhh! - And I’m sold!” Inko replies, swaying her hips in the water. Milk streams down into the birthing pool and Inko gasps, huffs and heaves, rubbing her expansive triplets-crammed bump.

 

“I can do that.” Mitsuki holds her meta’s hands gently as she reaches full dilation. Inko whines as fluid escapes her, separating her legs as wide as she can get them. “Come on guys, c’mon.” Mitsuki and Masaru were having triplet daughters, and Inko was more than happy to bring the babies into the world, technically being her children too.

 

“Aaaa-aaaaaahh-!” She moans, Mitsuki’s daughter sliding gently into her birth canal.

Mitsuki watched, awed. She’d been through other births by Inko’s side, but this was watching her new babies enter the world, she was transfixed. “Good girl Inko, good girl. ” She encourages. Inko’s forehead is beaded with sweat so Mitsuki helps bring her long green hair into a high ponytail.

 

The baby eases slowly down her canal and Inko feels her belly shift. “Oooh, Suki, Suki, honey, my nipples, stim, stim, stim.” She begs. Mitsuki very quickly repositions around Inko’s front, starting to massage Inko’s sore and swollen nipples. It helps immensely, Inko’s arched back relaxing downwards. “Aaahhh, thank you baby,” she murmurs. Mitsuki hums.

 

“Just making sure Izuku’s berry cow is all well and broken in,” she teases. Inko’s breath hitches. “S-Suki! N-not now, Izuku could hear you!” She pouts. “I don’t wanna ruin the surprise!” Mitsuki shrugs her shoulders, continuing her ministrations. “You won’- shit!”

 

Inko very quickly hauls herself out of the water, the baby suddenly sliding right down her birth canal, vocalising as its head pops out of a full crown, shoulders lodging between her lips. “Aaaaah!”

 

Mitsuki gasps, the head of her daughter now in her hands. “Oh, Inko, she’s perfect, come on.” Her encouragement spurs Inko on, her power now active. Glowing green veins hum beneath her skin and her eyes are luminescent. She spurs her own power on and the baby girl escapes her womb with a single mighty push.

 

“Graaaaahhh!” Another grunt means the baby girl’s in Mitsuki’s arms and she can hear her meta sobbing softly as the baby cries. “Oh, Inko, look at her!” She hands the girl to Inko and Inko takes her in her arms.

 

“Baby girl, meet your Mommy.” Inko looks over to Mitsuki in shock, who nods. “You made this baby too Inks.”

 

Inko tears up and holds her new baby girl. “Hello Shimari, look at you..” She coos. Shimari babbles softly and Inko quickly hands her back to Mitsuki when she feels her birthing pause end.

 

She steps down further into the pool and starts floating gently. Mitsuki joins her after cleaning off their daughter, and Inko hums, her hands firmly on the pool edge. She doesn’t trust her weight to not sink her right now.

 

“God, Inko, look at you.” Mitsuki murmurs softly. She massages Inko’s fat thighs. “So pregnant, you’re glowing, you’re beautiful.” Inko whimpers, sniffling as she hugs Mitsuki. The second girl follows her sister just as quickly and before she knows it, she’s back on dry land, squatting over the pool.

 

Mitsuki watches as the baby crowns, and then pops out smoothly, much smoother than her sister, joined by a burst of fluids. “Oh, you did it!” Mitsuki holds their newest daughter, and Inko grins. “You name her this time.”

 

“Sakura.” She has lighter green hair, a mix of hers and Inko’s and Mitsuki adores her already. “Our little blossom.” She’s set aside beside Shimari and their third daughter decides to be a troublemaker.

 

“She won’t come!” Inko whines after half an hour of pushing. Mitsuki huffs. “He’s like Katsuki was.” She comments. Inko remembered that. She’d been overdue with Izuku and had gone to help, only to be there for two days. “Still a stubborn boy to this day.” Inko remarks knowingly.

 

“Yeah, and he’s starting giving looks at me too.” Mitsuki chuckles. Inko grins cattishly, tilting her head. “You gonna…?”

 

“Maybe.” Mitsuki’s grin is wry. “You think I should?”

 

“Why not if I’m going for it?” Inko reasons. It seems to motivate Mitsuki, and even the baby, as it suddenly barrels into her birth canal. “O-Ooaaaahhh!” Inko squeaks as she’s brought to gull crown almost immediately. “Oh, come on baby, come on!” She encourages their newest daughter, who then pops out in an identical gush of fluids to her younger sister.

 

“We have her!” Mitsuki cheers. “Hello Yukina!” The baby doesn’t cry, instead she seems to observe her moms gently, babbling with a small smile on her face. “She’s going to be the one to corral the other two, isn’t she?” Inko chuckles knowingly. “She better, we’re gonna have way more mouths to feed after this.”

 

The rest of the day with their newborns is introducing them to the others, and Izuku and Katsuki adore their new siblings.

 

-

 

Two weeks later it’s Halloween. Izuku’s birthday. Inko got up that day totally empty. She wanted today to be special, but it felt weird not being pregnant.

 

She’d had a few more surrogacies the past two weeks so she’d brought in about four million in baby money, and she was set for the party. She headed to her wardrobe and picked out her new outfit.

 

She slipped on the blue bikini bra, amazed it fit around her boobs, which had grown so big in recent years she needed custom measurements, and then slid her fat ass into the booty shorts, enjoying how they made her already huge cheeks bloat from the pressure around them.

 

She grinned, slipping on the sleeveless denim jacket, making sure it was undone enough to show her tan chubby belly. Inko spun, inspecting herself in the mirror, almost tripping. She was so used to being packed with babies that being so light almost made her fall over.

 

She walked towards the other end of the mansion, checking up on Hikari and hers and Rei’s triplets, Amari, Shiho and Ryuka before she went off to the special bedroom. This was where she was going to let Izuku take her, this was going to be their new bedroom this was going to be where their new babies would be born.

 

They’d set up a scavenger hunt starting in Izuku’s room, so he was going to take a bit to find her. She had hints and things set up throughout the house, and she’d even bought a pack of Shinjuku blueberry gum to add to the effect.

 

The red belt was wrapped around her belly too and Inko just marvelled at the fact she felt small again, for the first time since she was maybe eighteen she was finally without a baby in her belly, and she already missed it.

 

She waited until she heard the loud thudding of rapid footsteps, and heard Izuku mumbling. “Head to a place of blue beginnings and seek your.. treasure!” He gaped, there was his mom! In a blue bikini and booty shorts? A red belt? What was going on?

 

“Morning baby!” Inko waved gently. “I came up here this morning because I found this new gum online, but I started chewing it,” she bit down on the gum, rubbing her chubby belly. Her nose sparked blue and she felt her skin slowly turning from tan to a vibrant purple, to brilliant blue. It happened within a matter of moments, but she saw Izuku’s cock stiffen in his pajama pants and swore it felt like forever.

 

“Mom-what?” His sketchbook is beside her and he pales. “Izu, you adore me all big and round,” Inko murmured. “I do too, so today your biggest birthday gift is me.” Izuku thinks he’s dreaming, pinching himself. Nope, not dreaming. “M-Mom!” She’s blue from head to toe and she gets up from the bed, walking towards him. “You want me to be your berry breeder, baby?”

 

Izuku runs forward, hugging her. “Mom, I love you so much,” he murmurs, muffled by her milky, swollen boobs. “But why..?”

 

“Because I was always meant for you.” Inko murmurs. “Anything you want you can do to me.” Her belly is so very slowly filling with juice already, and a little something else. Two blueberry seeds taking root in her belly, starting to gestate inside her violet womb.

 

“Thank you Mom, this is the best day of my life!” She sniffled and the two shared a tight hug session before her belly pooched out again. “You know the best part? I got two big blueberries starting to grow in here, and all day you get to see me grow heavy and pregnant just for you.”

 

He gapes and then holds her belly, marvelling. “Holy crap!” Inko giggles and she took his hand, leading him out of the bedroom. “We’ll come back here later.” She teases.

 

“Izuu, Inko!” Mitsuki greets them, feeding the girls in their highchairs. “Happy birthday Izuku, you found your present!” Inko’s belly already looks quite pregnant, used to stretching around the multitudes of babies she could carry, and it slopes out in a small round orb from her body.

 

“Momma Suki, Mom’s my berry girlfriend now!” Izuku celebrated, hugging her tight. Inko hauled her pregnant weight to a chair and Mitsuki grinned. “I know! And the best part?” She reveal a huge feast from under a huge piece of cloth covering the table. “Now you get to feed her!”

 

Izuku beamed, getting right to the task. He sat at the table and began loading a pile of pancakes onto her plate. She moaned as she began to ate, one after the other, gorging herself. By the fourth or fifth pancake she truly looked pregnant, blueberry milk starting to stream from her breasts down her front and through her bikini bra.

 

Her shorts button was barely putting up a fight too and Izuku was just cramming more and more food down her throat. “That’s it Mom, eat up, our babies have to be big and healthy when you push them out tonight,” he enthuses and Inko wonders if he knows just how hot that phrase is to her, whimpering, arousal building in her belly.

 

Her shorts waistband popped and while the feast remained on the table Izuku huffed. “Don’t worry, you’ll have more space at lunch!” He chirps, dragging her off to open his presents.

 

The food inside her made her belly gurgle and she groaned. “Izu, Izu, too fast!” She whined, and Izuku slowed, face red. He hadn’t meant to cause her to get sore.

 

Her belly rumbled and as she sat down she let out a breezy fart.

 

FRRRRT!

 

Inko groaned, rubbing her tubby pregnant belly. Izuku laughed and so she did too, even if the food inside her was now causing a slight ache. She farted again and she sighed. “Baby, you made Mommy gassy!” Izuku just continued giggling.

 

“It smells like blueberries Mom!” He tells her. Her stomach settles after a while, and as she watches him unwrap a brand new Might Plus 5 he pumps his fists. “Hell yeah!” Then looks up at her. “Actually, I won’t really be on this if I wanna have babies with you Mom, but thank you so much!”

 

Inko gasps, and hugs him tight. “That’s so mature baby, but of course you can use it, we parents need downtime when we can get it!” Izuku grins and hugs her tighter, her now quads packed looking orb so swollen and taut, it was time to feed her again.

 

“Come on Mom, lunchtime!” He tells her, and drags her back to the table. Mitsuki’s prepared a whole plate of chicken skewers and Inko salivates. “Baby, how’m I gonna eat all of it?” She’s still so full from breakfast and when she sits down she’s so fat the chair creaks beneath her, the weight of her juice, her late second trimester pregnancy and the weight of the food inside her proving too much for it when

 

CRACK!

 

“Aaah!” Inko fell flat on her ass and moaned, juice gushing through her shorts as Izuku dashed forward. “Mom, you okay?” He worries urgently. “i-I-aaaannnh! I’m fine baby boy!” She moans, pulsing arousal flooding from her core.

 

Izuku grins and straddles her belly, the plate in his hand. He feeds her skewer after skewer and she struggles, her belly taut and stuffed by the end of the platter. She groans, her belly rumbling again. She lets out another fart and Mitsuki guffaws. “Oh my God Izuku, you made her gassy!”

 

Inko huffs, her body shuddering visibly, and Izuku eases up. “You good Mom?” She babbles happily, growing slowly bigger. Her torso is becoming gelatinous and fat, her limbs so thick she struggled to move them, heavy and full of fatty juice. Blueberry milk gushed through her bikini, when the string gave up the ghost and snapped loudly, her engorged breasts flopping out onto her belly.

 

“Ooooohhh!” Inko can’t believe how full she is, and as Izuku hauls her onto her belly she then feels her shorts waistband go, her ass ballooning through the taut fabric with a loud RRRIIIIIIPPPP!

 

Her bare blue ass is on display and Inko squeaks.

 

“I didn’t think there was another blue moon for a century, goddamn!” Mitsuki howls with laughter and as Inko’s hauled back up onto her feet she lets out a final fart, totally stuffed. “Uffff…!” She whines. Izuku hauls her back to the living room and sits her down. “You’re really engorged Mom, let me help with that.”

 

“Huh-uaaahh!” She yelps, moaning out in surprise as Izuku leans into her bare naked teat. Her shorts shred to bits and her fattened hips spread across the sofa, his suckling from her swollen purple nipple sending shocks of lust right down into her leaking cunt.

 

He drank gulps of milk, slow and careful, squeezing her breasts together, milking them, her role as his cow now being fulfilled in the kinkiest way possible. “Izuku, Izuku, Zuku, ah, ah, annnh!” Inko attempts to pathetically buck against him but she’s just too big.

 

He gulps down another mouthful of milk and she’s so close to orgasm, so close to coming but Izuku stops her right on the edge. “Noo baby, whyyyy?” She cries, and Izuku smiles down at her, leaning over her cleavage to kiss her.

 

“Because I wanna hear you beg Mom.” Inko feels something click in her brain and it’s like a switch is flipped. She starts begging as quick as she could. “Please, please, please, Izuku, I wanna cum, please let Mommy cum-!” She grinds pathetically and before she can think her body has swallowed her limbs, the denim jacket falling off of her divots, too large to fit around her now as she’s left totally naked.

 

“Now, Mama, cum for me,” He whispers into her chin and she wails, juice gushing from her cunt in a flood that stains the carpets. “IZUUUKUUUU!” She sobs, happiness spreading out to all areas of her bloated body, the berries inside her quickly progressing into her fourth trimester. She was gravid and heavy and she knew, inevitably, she was going to have to push them out, she could feel them, feel how big she was becoming.

 

She was rolled off the couch before she could break it, and Izuku rolled her down towards his height. Leaning in softly, his lips hit hers and Inko accepted eagerly, savouring the taste of her boy’s lips.

 

Izuku pulled out of the kiss and Inko smiled back at him. “Thank you for the best birthday present ever Mom.” He murmurs. “Of course baby,” she murmurs, then flapping her hands she gasps, realising something. “Oh no, the outfit! I had trick or treating planned tonight!”

 

“Good thing I have a backup then!” Mitsuki called through, holding what looked to be a huge bright blue blanket. “Here is a big blue Violet themed toga, for a big berry pregnant mommy!” She announced. “Complete with red flower bow!” Inko can’t believe her luck, this was turning out to be the best day ever, and she couldn’t wait for Izuku and Mitsuki to wrap her into it.

 

It takes half an hour to fold the toga onto her in a way that will fit and when she looks at herself in the mirror she looks every bit the fertile MILF she thought she was. The red bow placed in her hair she waddled on the spot. “How do I look Daddy?” She teased Izuku.

 

Izuku found it very hard to keep his hands off of her, groaning. “Mom don’t tease,” his face burned and his cock was at full mast, but he couldn’t fuck her yet, he knew she was saving herself for him.

 

The final finishing piece had her rolled onto her back, slick black Mary Janes slipped onto her bare feet before rolling her upright again. “How are you feeling Violet?” Mitsuki teased. “I feel funny.” Inko teased right back.

 

Hikari and Himiko were finally let into the room and the two girls gasped at their mom’s juicy form. “Whoaaa cool!” Himiko rushed forward. “Mom, are you really Izuku’s berry now?” Inko confirmed it. “Yeah, I am baby! From now on Izuku’s going to be the daddy to my babies and your siblings!” Himiko cheered, hugging her brother. “Congrats Zuku, you dog!”

 

Izuku chuckled and Hikari hummed. “I’m still gonna call you big brother.” She told him stubbornly. Izuku found her stubbornness adorable. “Oh I know, now c’mon, Mom’s taking us trick or treating.” The girls cheered and they rushed to get into their costumes.

 

They rolled Inko around the neighbourhood, gleefully collecting hauls and having Inko lactate on command as her trick. People around here knew her but seeing her as a berry was different, so they actually ended up giving her way more sweets than she’d ever need, sharing them with her children. She only thought it was a shame the younger kiddos weren’t old enough to come with them yet, but next year Rei and hers’ triplets would be old enough to come along, which cheered her up.

 

Rolling her back home to start the party was a hell of an entrance. With Izuku walking atop her and her girls rolling her, all their friends cheered when they saw her rolling up the way, whooping when her toga caught on a rock, unravelling and leaving her naked. She was now officially overdue and feeling every bit of it, four whole trimesters of growth making the berries massive.

 

“Whoa girl, you went back to berry?” Yuu rushed up to her as Inko was set on her feet. Waddling through the party with Yuu at her side she continued chatting. “Yeah I did! How’s Shoji doing?” She asked.

 

“He wants siblings!” Yuu groaned. “We’ve told him I can’t do it but he’s adamant he wants a family like yours and Izuku’s! Oh! Congrats on the new boyfriend by the way, where’s the lucky birthday boy?”

 

“Right here!” Izuku popped out of the house with his new outfit. Inko’s jaw dropped. He was wearing a long purple Wonka trenchcoat, but he’d left it unbuttoned, his shirt long gone. “H-holy shit!” She swore to herself, his abs on full display. His top hat just showed the bottom of his short green curls and Inko needed him desperately. It was like he could tell what she was thinking too, approaching and squeezing her boob. “Hey Mom, mingling with Auntie Yuu?”

 

“Izuku! OMG, you’ve grown so much little buddy look at you!” Yuu hugged the boy and Izuku spluttered. “Auntie Yuu, boobs!” He spluttered, suffocating in her cleavage. “Oops! Sorry Zuku, i forget.” She chuckled. “Yeah, I was just saying to your mom here that Shoji wants more siblings!”

 

“Oh really? Well Mom and I want our own babies first but after that I’m sure Mom would carry for you again? Perhaps she could even birth them properly this time?” Inko squealed. What was he doing? She stammered, and Yuu beamed. “OMG are you sure!? Of course, I’d love that!”

 

Inko moaned, she was loving him taking charge of her already. She knew he’d let her make her decisions when she wanted, but in everything else he ruled her life.

 

They waddled through the party until Inko began feeling sharp contractions. Just taking another step felt like trying to cross the Sahara in nothing but bare feet and the moment her feet hit the patio a sharp gush signalled her juice breaking. “Ohhhh!” She moaned loudly, all heads turning towards them.

 

“She’s in labour! See you later guys, I’ve got this!” Izuku waved to them before rolling Inko indoors to wolf whistling and cheers.

 

-

 

He slowly rolled her upstairs, and he touched her with so much love, easing her down the hallway towards their new bedroom. The room they’d be married in, the room she’d have their new babies in, the room where he’d fuck her brainless for the first time.

 

Entering the bedroom, he locked the door behind them. “You feeling okay Mom?” He asked gently as he hauled her onto the bed. Slick, juicy sweat dripped down her diameter and as he climbed atop her belly she grinned back up at him. “I’m so horny baby, please fuck your mommy, help her push out this big, fat berries out of her swollen berry cunt.”

 

Izuku slowly undressed, letting her stare at his muscled frame. All the while her contractions began to ramp up, her cervix slowly dilating. Inko’s breath hitched with each strong, orgasmic contraction, the pressure only getting stronger. Izuku slowly unbuckled his belt, his fingers callused from all of her rolling around.

 

Inko watched him tease her and wished he’d just fuck her already, he was always such a tease.

 

Izuku finally stripped down to his boxers, and as she reached full dilation, she began to push. Izuku then ripped off said boxers and leaned forwards, propping his hands on her breasts.

 

He entered her navel swiftly, and Inko felt fireworks go off inside her mind. His cock throbbed and twitched and felt oh so RIGHT , his slow, purposeful thrusting filling her popped belly button with soft pulsing sensations. She bore down on the first berry, groaning loudly. “NNNGGGHHHH….” She huffed.

 

“That’s it Mama,” he teased, “Push just like that.” She let out a few more small pushes, the twelve pound berry travelling swiftly down her birth canal. Inko felt it, huge and so much bigger than any baby she’d birthed, and she huffed and panted around it.

 

Izuku eased into his thrusts, getting faster, watching his mom’s face turn deeper violet still, flushed from the effort of pushing, from the exertion of his fucking her, of his berries stretching out her cunt-

 

“Crowning, crowning, crowning!” She babbled, cock-drunk off of his love, and as her cunt bulged around the berry she wailed as she bore down, her clit pulsing just before the berry was ejected from her body with such force it rolled off the bed.

 

“One down Momma, one more to go,” he murmured lovingly. “Good girl, good girl,” And that tipped her over the fucking edge. She blacked out, coming to when the next berry found its way into her canal. She was cumming genuine gallons, boobs spraying blueberry milk so high it splattered on the ceiling, vibrating at such a frequency it looked as if she were barely moving, and Izuku picked up the pace again.

 

“PleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseZukuZUkuZukuZuku ZUKUUUUU!” The last berry reached full crown and as he came into her belly-button, a river of cum spewed out from her belly button and down her sides, leaking onto the bed, spewing onto it actually, and she damn near popped as she orgasmed, the sheer pressure of the juice bursting the berry mid-crown.

 

“OHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHH!” Inko was well and truly oversexed. She couldn’t think, her mind had been wiped purely blank by her son’s sexual prowess and she could only cry quietly, pure euphoria clouding her mind.

 

It took half an hour for her mind to come back to her and Izuku laid there as she came to. “H-holy…” She whimpered. “H-how?”

 

“I’m not sure myself Mama.” Izuku murmurs. “But next time when I pump you full of our babies you’ll see just how good I can give it to you.” Inko thinks she might actually rupture at that and simply lets him lay on her.

 

“I love you Izuku.” She murmurs.

 

“Love you too Mama.” Izuku returns, the new couple falling asleep together.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Forbidden Anon Stories