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Bakugou stomps down the hall, as surly as a sailor as his eyes glare out at the architect of the UA Business building like it owed him lunch money
“Baku-bro, it’s just a single business participation course.” Kirishima sighed as he walked a few steps behind, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. “Didn’t think it’d get your boxers in such a twist…”
“Buisness classes are for extras too weak for the hero course!” Bakugou declared heatedly, miniature explosions going off in his palms as he seethed a little above his baseline anger. “We’re going to have people to do this shit, and we could be using this two hour block for more training!”
“Bakugou, please cease using your quirk! Unlike the hero department classes, the business buildings are not rated for exceptionally destructive Quirks!” Iida requests as he chops his hands up and down, walking alongside Kaminari.
“Shut up, four eyes! Don’t tell me what to do!” Bakugou barks back. But even so, he stops sparking explosions, and simply gnashes his teeth threateningly.
“Bro, you’re the one who wants to be Number One. Do you really think you’ll make it there without needing to deal with merchandising and business people?” Kirishima said, walking ahead, hands behind his head as he wandered towards the business classes, footsteps echoing around him.
The hallways were empty outside of the three students making their way through the seemingly deserted school. It was Saturday evening and they finally had the following day off, only to get a notification that the three of them had been selected from Class A2 for them to participate in the monthly Business participation. Something that left Bakugou scowling.
“Kirishima is correct! Team Idaten has an entire department of marketing and merchandising professionals to manage these things for our heroes and side kicks! And even All Might has spoken on how much work his marketing team does. Many of his characters are funded by the merchandise his team sells.”
“Like I need to rely on some extra to make it to the top…” Bakugou growled under his breath, but the combined chiding from two of his classmates seemed to have found some purchase on him. “It’s just going to be some nerd trying to make us sell some fucking third rate off-brand bullshit. Could’ve been a damn video call.”
“Maybe. Or maybe they’re going to make some mock up plushies that we can take home or whatever.” Kirishima shrugs, thinking over the vague wording of the message they received. “Maybe it’s like an open ended project the business students do? They assign them a hero student, and let them work together on a way to promote them?”
“Quite possibly!” Iida nods vigorously, before readjusting his glasses. “Though if that is indeed the case I wonder why the three of us were selected? As far as marketing goes, we would all be well suited for vastly different markets.”
“Eh, most little kids love cool heroes before they start picking out favorites. One action figure is as good as any other if they don’t recognize the Pro from the top ten charts. But maybe the challenge to find something that fits us all is the point?” Kirishima muses, as they round a corner. “We’ll find out sooner or later, I guess. This seems to be the place.”
Kirishima, perhaps to spare the door from Bakugou’s wrath, steps forward to open the door and peek inside. “Hello? Is this the room with the monthly Business participation thing?”
“Hmmm? Oh, yes! Come on in, I was just getting ready for you!”
Inside the classroom, the desks all moved to the back to leave the floor space mostly open, was a single dude, maybe a year older than them. Black hair spiked in any which way, purple eyes that flicked to each of the Hero track students in turn, rocking a white sleeveless shirt and pair of gray ripped jeans.
Surprisingly built for a Business major too. His biceps obviously didn’t have anything on Kirishima’s absurd brick wall of a body, but he seemed to be about even with Iida who trained his lower body more than his upper. But even then, Iida was still a Hero Track student at UA university so he could still pick up someone nearly twice his size.
“Ah. Bakugou-san, Iida-san, Kirishima-san, thank you so much for coming. I’m Tsuna Yamamoto. Hopefully this won’t take too long so you’ll be able to enjoy your time off,” the business student said as he approached the hero students.
“Whatever extra, lets just get this over with,” Bakugou grunted as he crossed his arms.
“We’re happy to assist you Yamamoto-san. What do you need us to do?” Iida asked as he looked around.
“Go over there and strip,” Tsuna said, jerking a finger at the open area he’d cleared.
“What?”
“That’s highly improper!”
“Sure bro.”
Both Bakugou and Iida’s gazes darted towards Kirishima, who’d already removed his shirt.
“The fuck shitty hair?”
“What? It’s not like we haven’t undressed in front of each other before.”
“Just cause a shitty business student’s asking us to?”
“He’s probably got a good reason.”
“I do actually,” Tsuna cut it.
“Please explain, Yamamato-san. This is a very unusual request,” Iida cut in.
“Course. I’m working mainly on merchandising and marketing. And part of the third year final is the production of and promotion of a product. I’ve decided to go with figurines. They’ve been a classic product since long before Quirks emerged and have only grown more when the Age of Heroes began. My Quirk allows me to produce and manipulate a substance like latex and silicone that I can use to take a mold of your body. Using that, I can get measurements to create incredible life like figurines,” Tsuna explained, a strange black substance beginning to gather around his hand, which he shook away a moment later.
“Cool,” Kirishima nodded, moving to remove his belt.
“Stop it shitty hair,” Bakugou cut in, stopping Kirishima from undressing again, glaring at Tsuna. “Why should we go along with this?”
“Becuase you’ll receive a cut of all profits associated with this project,” Tsuna said with a grin. “If my projections are correct, you’d each receive a royalty of anywhere from two to five million
yen.”
“WHOA?! Are you serious, man?!”
“Oh my… That is a sizable piece of revenue.”
“T-There’s no way a shitty extra could earn us that much money! You haven’t even graduated yet!”
“Neither have you, but you’ve all become nationally famous for the USJ incident, coupled with the impressive showing of your sports festival, and the numerous professional level incidents and hero work your class has been directly involved in.” Tsuna rattles off, brushing off their awe and disbelief like it’s just another formality. “You’re the hot new stuff on the hero scene, and you haven’t even officially debuted. We’re getting your very first merch out while the hype’s still going, instead of waiting to graduate in another year when things will have died down.”
“Yeah, I am that awesome!" Bakugou shouts, Tsuna’s listed reasons having inflamed his ego and caused his skepticism to do a complete 180.
Iida coughs into a hand, and puts a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. “Yamamato-san, I appreciate this amazing offer. But, I presume that much of the profits of this merchandising project will be gained due to the use of your Quirk? My understanding is that Quirk-made objects are… legally difficult to produce at the best of times."
Tsuna nods in resigned agreement. “Yes, you’ve got that right Iida-san. It helps that my Quirk is only helping make the tools we’ll need to make the actual products we’re selling, so there’s a degree of separation. But you three are still going to need to sign off on these things….”
Tsuna reaches into his bag, and pulls out an utterly ridiculous tower of paperwork. Even after dividing the stack into the three identical contracts, it looks more like a dictionary written in fine print than a single piece of legalise.
“...Woah, that’s a lot of paperwork.” Kirishima murmured in both awe and looming dread. “A-are we going to have to read all of this?”
“I mean, you can if you want? But honestly, most of this is just sign offs and the deepest breakdown of my Quirk that leading experts at I-Island were able to produce, along with the lawyer stuff that says you consent to this. Headmaster Nezu and Miss Midnight looked it all over and signed off on it as long as you’re cool with the whole thing.” Tsuna explains as he taps the front of a contract, showing the dotted line each Hero in training needed to sign. “Just sign here, and we can-”
“Done!” Kirishima declared, practically shoving the signed contract into Tsuna’s hands.
“Kirishima! We’re supposed to read them, these are binding legal documents!” Iida shouts, hand chopping up and down almost too fast for the naked eye to see.
“Awww, come on Iida!” Kirishima whines as he rubs the back of his head. “If the headmaster and a teacher signed off on it, then Tsuna’s plan is all legit. Besides, there’s no way I’d be able to read the whole thing. Even with a whole week, I wouldn’t be able to remember even half of that!”
“Still…” Iida sighs as he rubs the bridge of his nose. “These things require due diligence and an understanding of the law. My brother has told stories about uneducated heroes trusting the wrong shady manager…”
“There, done.” Bakugou said as he signed slammed his contract into Tsuna’s chest, forcing the Business track student to fumble with his and Kirishima’s paperwork. “No way am I letting shitty hair get his merch first.”
“Thank you Bakugou-san, Kirishima-san,” Tsuna said as he took the paperwork. “That said, my project is specifically for three students in tandem. So if Iida-sand rejects the contract I’ll have to go with a different proposal.”
“That seems quite unusual.”
“Normally, maybe. But I’ve done my project based on you three specifically. Projects and public perception based on your histories, and how they contrast. The launch is meant to highlight several different types of heroes even if their personalities and specializations may differ. There are other trios in the Hero Course that could work, but if I need to restart now then my final grade would likely be impacted.”
Iida froze hearing that, then swiftly signed the papers and presented the stack to Tsuna. “My apologies. I would never wish to be the reason for a fellow UA student to receive a poor evaluation for their work,” he stated stiffly with a bow.
“Eh, no problem man,” Tsuna waved off as he set the paperwork aside. “Now, we can get to the actual work. So again, please strip. All the way.”
“Yeah, for sure man!” Kirishima has no trouble stripping down to his birthday suit. His shirt falls to the floor without fanfare, revealing chiseled pecs bigger than most heads, muscles as tough as iron, and rippling abs that you could grate cheese on. His thighs, once they’re out of his extra large pants, are easily just as muscular and toned, every movement rippling with latent power.
His jockstrap is tossed to the side like everything else, shamelessly showing his bubble butt and his 9” inch, flaccid cock for all three onlookers to see.
“I should have expected this.” Iida sighs.
“Grrrr, shitty hair!” Bakugou screams, his face flushed as he tries to pretend that he wasn’t staring at Kirishima’s body. “Your body isn’t better than mine!”
“I never said it was, Baku-bro!”
“Grrraaagh!” Bakugou screams as he rushes to take off his clothes. He may be agitated and fired up, but he’s not going to tear up his clothes just because he’s got over a million yen coming his way!
Toned arms, solid abs, that’s what anyone can readily expect from any hero student. But what set Bakugou apart, physically, from the rest of Class 2-A… are his tits. Because once they were out from under his tight shirt… god, they bounced softly with every breath and shift in footing he takes.
“My merch is gonna sell twice as much as yours!” Bakugou declares as he throws his briefs to the side, to reveal his 8” inch long erection. Fully hard.
“Bakugou, have some shame!” Iida shouts as he looks away.
“It’s a physiological reaction!”
“That’s for when you’re getting a massage!”
“Heh, you’re so manly Baku-bro, it’s getting me all fired up!” Kirishima flexes his biceps and flashes a grin that doesn’t even falter as Bakugou throws an explosion into his face. “Shut it, shitty hair!”
“At least try to be a little bit professional…” Iida grumbles under his breath as he skims through some of Tsuna’s contract… before ultimately signing it. “I’m sorry about them.”
“It’s no trouble. The molding process will take a while anyway, so it’s best that they get their energy out now.” Tsuna reassures Iida as he takes the signed contracts and stores them away. “So strip down, and we’ll get the process started!”
“Indeed…” Iida shyly turns away as he takes off his own shirt, unintentionally revealing his broad back muscles off to Tsuna as he reaches down and pulls down his slacks and underwear in one fell swoop.
Revealing thighs that could explode watermelon, crush skulls, and kick a villain into the next week! A noted feature of the Ingenium hero line on account of their inherited Engine Quirk, and emphasis on speed.
Iida does his best to keep his privates covered with both hands, blushing as he comes to terms that he’s in a classroom, completely naked. But Tsuna can still see the man’s 6” inch cock begin to chub up a bit… and lengthen a bit.
“W-we’re all ready! Please feel free to engage your quirk, Yamamato-san!” Iida declared, hoping to be covered in molding latex quickly so he would at least be covered in something.
“Good, please take whatever pose you’re comfortable with. I’ll adjust your positioning as my quirk works,” Tsuma spoke. As he approached and encircled the three hero students, a shimmering black fluid began to emerge from his hands. “I’ve been told that it can feel a bit strange, so don’t worry about that. The support department confirmed that there’s no adverse effects from exposure to my quirk, even if someone had an allergy to latex or silicone.”
“Just get it over with extra,” Bakugou huffed, though if anyone were to look, they would’ve noticed the blond puffing his chest out a bit more and flexing his arms ever so slightly.
“Right right. I’ll start with Bakugou-san then,” Tsuna said. The substance in his hands grew until each was about the size of a tennis ball. Approaching the blond, he placed them on the mans muscular shoulders and let their forms vanish, the black substance beginning to flow down his body. Though after a moment it began to move under its own power, even as Tsuna pulled his hands away. The substance thinned and flowed over Bakugou’s body, covering his pecs in moments and continuing lower while other strands split off to coat his shoulders. Within moments his upper body was clad in a glistening and shimmering black suit, a thicker collar of material wrapped around his neck.
Still the substance continued to flow, quickly wrapping around Bakugou’s cock, a ring forming around the base of his scrotum and another around the base of his shaft, tightening slightly, even as the material swiftly enveloped Bakugou’s legs.
In less than thirty seconds, the nude hero student had been covered in a latex looking suit, shimmering in the classroom light.
“Oi, what’s with the cock rings?” Bakugou asked, glaring at Tsuna as he tried to test himself against the man’s Quirk. There was some give, but the odd latex-like material wouldn’t let him meaningfully move at all and would subtly guide him back to his set position.
“Well, you’re the one who had an erection in the first place.” Tsuna pointed out. “Tiny differences in your muscles, like if you’re flaccid or erect, will cause imperfections in the final molding, so I’m just making sure that doesn’t happen.”
“I see…” Iida mutters as he averts his eyes and begins going over dry quirk law in his head to try and banish the shiny allure of Bakugou’s enveloped body.
“Haha, he’s got you there man~” Kirishima laughs as he raises his arms and takes the classic double bicep pose. “Come on, me next!”
“Of course, Kirishima-san.” Tsuna nods as he forms another sphere with his Quirk, this one growing to the size of a basketball that he pressed onto Kirishima’s chest, before helping it spread with his hands. Kirishima needed a good deal more of the pseudo-latex than Bakugou did, due to his larger physique, but soon enough every inch of skin from the neck down was covered in the black substance.
“Woah… it does feel weird…” Kirishima observes as he struggles to move, not even able to bend down to see the process below his shiny black pecs. “Traps in heat too, I can feel myself starting to sweat like crazy. Is that gonna be a problem?”
“No, my quirk is able to differentiate between liquids and solids.” Tsuna says, eyes tracing over the round bulge where Kirishima’s cock was locked away. Unlike with Bakugou’s full erection, his latex had enveloped the red head’s penis in a spherical pouch before filling it with latex to get every nook and cranny. “Are you ready, Iida-san?”
“I suppose I must be.” Iida says, stepping forward and taking a crouching position, arms spread wide to touch the ground on either side of him. A mix between a runner’s start and a dynamic action pose that would both be acceptable for action figures, and hide his half-erect cock from casual view.
“Perfect,” Tsuna grinned as he approached. Iida required even more material than the other two, but even still it took less than a minute for Iida’s entire body to be enveloped in the latex. Like with Bakugou, two rings formed around his groin and cock.
Admiring the three in turn, he stepped back so he could see all three without turning his head. “Now! I’m going to tighten it up a bit so that the molds produced are as accurate as I can make them. This may be a bit more intense,” he warned.
Without waiting for them to agree, he snapped his fingers once.
All three men let out a gasp as the seemingly solid latex suddenly shifted and tightened around them, the substance following and constricting around their muscles. Within moments what was a tight latex covering on the three men was truly a second skin. The veins of their biceps, pebbled nipples, even the details of their larger scars, could be seen through the shining black material.
While Kirishima let out a slightly shocked groan, the substance constricting around his body, Iida and Bakugou both let out a moan that neither could suppress before it escaped. The rings around their cocks began to undulate, letting blood in more easily but making sure that they got and stayed hard.
“Now, those are some perfect models!” Tsuna grinned as he looked between the three. “Now, my quirk does take a while to dry. So I’m very thankful that you’ve agreed to stay here overnight while it sets! I’ll envelop your heads before I head out, but there’s no risk of suffocation. It shouldn’t take more than ten hours. But I’ll give it twelve just to be safe.”
“You extra mother fucke-” Bakugou started, his worder getting cut off as the thick collar of latex around his neck flowed north and quickly wrapped around the lower part of his face, the material restricting so that it kept his mouth closed.
“Twelve hours?! Dude, so no- mph!” Kirishima tried to speak, before his mouth too was enveloped in Tsuna’s Quirk, the synthetic material crawling up his face at a sedate, unrelenting flow.
“T-this is unconscionable!” Iida shouts out, before his mouth is forced shut, and then the latex covers his eyes. He can open and close them without irritation… but there’s no light. Nothing to see. And he can feel the latex continue to spread.
“Nope, this is exactly what you signed up for~” Tsuna snuggly declared, patting the contracts each of them had signed… not that Iida could see at this point.
“Mmmm! Mmmmnngh!” Kirishima tries to speak, tears forming at the corner of his eyes. The latex felt so tight, it was like he was being held and touched in every way at once. His cock was trying to react, straining at the confines of his unmoving bulge.
“Oh, Kirishima-san, let me take care of that. It would be very unfair if only your figure didn’t have the special feature…” Tsuna grinned as he walked forward and squeezed Kirishima’s trapped groin and balls.
“Nnnnnnnnnghhhhh!” Was all that Kirishima could reply.
Slowly, the bulge softened, and Kirishima’s cock quickly began to push forward. Seven, eight, ten… all the way to a full twelve inches before the undulating rings Iida and Bakugou shared formed around his cock as well.
“Mmmm muh’r! Ah mmnnngh mn!” Bakugou tried to scream, his eyes glaring at Tsuna’s smug face even as he lost his vision to the black rising liquid.
Soon, all three Hero track students were fully wrapped up and encased in Tsuna’s Quirk. Hairless heads of black, hardening silicone over shiny, rippling muscles posing for a crowd of nonexistent fans.
Silent and unmoving.
But Tsuna knew that underneath it all, their bodies were struggling to move, twitch, make noises, or do anything in response to the stimulation their dicks were receiving.
He admired the three for a few moments. How he’d gotten approval for this he’ll never know. But it made a good lesson for the hero students to read what they’re signing before they started.
Eyes moving down, he admired their lengths for a moment. His hole witched at the sight.
“Eh. May as well make a quick prototype,” he muttered. With a quick application of his quirk, the latex coating their cocks pulled away, being replaced a moment later. Adding some fresh material, he was left with three dildos modeled after the heroes.
“Have a fun night you three! I know I will~” he laughed as he turned to the door, flicking the light off as he stepped out and locked the door behind him.