MY HERO ACADEMY HEADSWAP - WINNER (Patreon)

The blinding flash had subsided, but the nightmare was just beginning.

Camie blinked, staring at her hands with growing horror. They were bigger, rough, with calluses on her palms.

“No… no, no, no,” she murmured, and the depth of her voice sent a chill down her spine—

“Camie…” someone called out to her, but the sound came out strangled. They both turned.

What they saw left them speechless. Camie was standing in front of herself—or rather, her body was there, the sexy outfit unbuttoned down to her abdomen. But the head… the head was Midoriya’s.

“Deku?” Camie screamed from Midoriya’s body, touching her own throat in revulsion. “Why is this happening?”

Midoriya, from Camie’s body, looked down and let out a muffled sound. Slowly, as if in a nightmare, he lowered his hands to his chest.

“Oh, God,” he said in a muffled voice. “I think… I think I have your breasts.”

They were exposed. Camie’s suit was suffocating him, so he’d unbuttoned it completely, and now his new breasts pressed against his labored breathing.

“Cover them up!” Camie ordered, still in disbelief at hearing Midoriya’s deep voice coming from her own body. “That’s my body!”

“No way!” Midoriya replied, awkwardly trying to adjust the suit. “But they’re tight. I needed… I needed to understand what…”

Camie looked down at her flat chest beneath Midoriya’s green suit, and a groan escaped her lips.

“My breasts, my breasts, beautiful breasts!”

“Look, they’re right here with me,” Midoriya touched his left breast with a scientific expression. “They’re very… heavy.”

“Stop touching them!” Camie closed her eyes, breathing deeply. “I can’t… I can’t let anyone see me like this. You can’t

go out like that either.”

Midoriya nodded, still looking down with undeniable fascination.

“Let’s go home. Tomorrow we’ll look for help,” he suggested. “Today we’re ourselves, but… isolated. We can’t risk being seen.”

Camie hesitated, looking at her reflection in a shop window. Short, frail, with her usual face now occupying Midoriya’s body.

“All right,” she agreed resignedly. “But if you touch my body inappropriately…”

“I’m just trying to understand what happened,” Midoriya murmured, already walking away with Camie’s hips and breasts swaying and bouncing from side to side.

Midoriya’s apartment was dark. Hours later, finally alone, he collapsed onto the sofa.

“At last,” he whispered, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

He quickly undressed; the black latex suit fell to the floor. He looked at his—his?—reflection in the dark TV screen. Curves that weren’t his, lighter skin, wide hips, full breasts.

He tilted his head back and let his new hands roam. One moved directly and gently toward a breast; the other slid down between his legs.

“God…” he gasped, arching his back.

Everything was different. More intense, more intimate, more electric. He massaged his chest, squeezing, experimenting, until he felt an organic contraction. A white liquid beaded on his nipple.

“Milk?” he gasped in surprise, but kept squeezing, extracting more while his other hand moved faster and faster between his thighs. “This is… this is incredible…”

He came quickly, a shockwave that left him trembling on the couch, covered in sweat, his chest damp and throbbing.

Gasping, he stared at the ceiling with glassy eyes.

“Camie… are you doing the same thing?” he murmured, one hand still on his new chest. “With my old body…”

He imagined the blonde, now with his male anatomy, probably just as surprised as he was, possibly experiencing the same inevitable curiosity.

And to his surprise, he felt a surge of renewed heat.

“I definitely don’t miss my old body,” he smiled in the dim light, closing his eyes. “Definitely not.” I would like this exchange to be permanent...