Not a Hero Academia (Nami TG) (Patreon)

“Do you know what you’re doing?!”

“…arresting you?”

“…well besides that I meant it more- Don’t you know who I am? Everyone everywhere fears the phantom thief Crossoverlord!”

Deku wasn’t sure how to respond, genuinely unaware of who this random thief was. He was more concerned with grading his class’s papers and getting some sleep instead of the patchwork showoff who he had subdued with barely any effort. At least he could tell Mei the lightweight version of his cybersuit worked well enough for off duty swing bys. It seemed his lack of recognition was obvious, the villain sighing as if they had just remembered something obvious.

“Of course. I keep forgetting the downside of reality alteration powers is that no one remembers you used them. Dammit no wonder I keep having the same conversations with the police. Or… wait didn’t I turn that one squad into girl scouts? I’m so stupid!”

Deku had seen plenty of villains make up a power that sounded imposing when they were captured but ended up being something like fast nail growth or some other minor quirk. Plus they just reeked incompetence, none of the polish you’d expect from a career criminal. He’d only intervened because he saw the guy break open a door and waltz in as if no one would stop him.

Unfortunately for Deku, this wasn’t a bluff from a low grade offender. He couldn’t fight which was why he crumpled like tissue paper when Deku attacked him, but he genuinely had waltzed into at least five museums and banks, converting whoever got in his way as he pleased, though since his powers only affected other people, there was little he could do about the bindings around his arms. Clearly he needed a partner and he needed one quick, awkwardly angling his hogtied hands towards Deku as chose one of his favorite fictional thieves.

“Crossover!”

He said it without much fanfare, an invisible wave washing over Deku while he buzzed for backup, unaware how radically his life was about to change.

It started as a slight ache, more like twinges than actual notable pain, the kind he’d usually get standing up too fast after sitting at a desk for hours, Deku absently rolling a shoulder back as he wondered if he needed to do some more stretches, the stiffness clicking as he cooed, leaning back unaware of the fine sheen of sweat covering his body as his breathing quickened. For some reason it felt hard to focus all of a sudden, Deku groaning as he pressed a finger against his mobile device, pointer finger shunting in as he pressed a button, the joints stiffly grinding as the skin puckered and shed its calluses and scars. The shift made him press two other buttons out of sequence as he grumbled at such an odd mistake. He wriggled the fingers of his dominant hand, cooing at every pop as the muscle drained from his hands, shoulders similarly receding as his dress shirt turned baggier.

“Mmgh wh-what’s wrahhng with me tod- H-Hey what are you doing?”

Crossoverlord had been wriggling, not to escape since the bindings were way too tight for that, but he did enjoy seeing his targets change, and such a goodie two shoes was especially enticing to watch as is freckles faded into peachy skin, scars healing over as he thoughtlessly grinded his hips against the air with a clear hard on showing amidst the pooling fabric of his pants.

“Sorry I was just leaning against all this treasure. It was a bit uncomfortable. A shame you’re about to call this in because there’s just so much money here…”

Deku stared at him, confused why he thought any of that mattered. Did this guy think he could be bribed? Sure his teacher salary was way too little for someone who saved a whole country but he had standards! Besides, was the treasure really uncomfortable enough to justify… The treasure…

“Ahhh AHHHHHHN~?!”

The moment the gold reflected in his irises a chain reaction went off, the color making his pupils dilate as the orangish gold color spread his gaze wider, his green hair losing its curl as orange cracks spilled past his cheeks as a damp dot darkened his pants before dribbling down. Why couldn’t he stop staring? He normally wasn’t this… fascinated by gold, chachings going off in his head as his ears grew pierced, his heavy breathing turning to full on panting as muscle slid off his shivering frame.

Really he should payoff all that money One For All spent on him right? Even if it sure took the jerks a while to remember… He shook his head, the odd justifications twisting his thoughts and memories, an odd sense of ungratefulness, yeah that’s how it felt to get pocket change after doing all that for the world. Really a nine to five boring- He rubbed at his temples with his slender new hand, hoping the weird tension would be eased only for the plate of skull to give under the pressure, his pants growing sodden with release as his frame shrunk into itself, the orange unkinking every last hair that framed his softening face. It felt like some kind of annoying mental block had just unstuck itself, Deki feeling dazed while his eyes slanted, widening as the rest of his skull shifted in a few meaty shifts, his cheeks reddened as he couldn’t even blink, drinking in the sight of all that money as his lips pursed to an alluring pout, a girlish whine leaving his throat as he couldn’t help but let his mind and hands wander.

Everything just felt so hot as his moans purred into their new feminine register, a finger rubbing against the fading lump till his graceful felt right. Yes so many things felt wrong about his body, his mind too feverish to pick between the two competing sets of personalities, though compete was a strong word for such a thorough, constant corruption. For all his life Deki had done the right thing almost as a compulsion, the idea of doing the right thing tied with a deeper sense of feeling good, so it didn’t take much tweaking for that internal moral barometer to twist to the hedonistic, his nipples poking against the damp folds of his loose dress shirt, his cock barely satisfied with the weak splashes of semen weighting down his bottoms as the fabric stopped being quite as loose in some areas.

“Rrrgh g-gahhtta call this ihhhn. Tahhhlk to all those b-ohhhring cahhhps~?”

He undid the clasping button of his slacks, groaning as his cock immediately flopped out straining his boxers, his hips wriggling back and forth as they rubbed against the sides, a pleasurable heat inside his pelvis making the sides rise like bread in an oven, his own oven slowly forming as his shifting prostate triggered his cock with an order to release every drop of sperm it could.

“OHHH~ OHHH FUUUUCK~!”

It erupted, one of his hands mindlessly pawing at his shaft as his hips widened, the zipper gradually unraveling as the peachy flesh of his ass peaked over the slipping sides, wobbling and smacking itself as all his fading muscle seemed to emerge around his bottom in an unbearable barrage of ecstasy. With so many inexplicable changes bombarding him at once, his mind interlocked the bliss with the bevy of riches sprawled on the floor, the images searing into his subconscious next to the shattered glass, the state of being stolen turning him on as the lust overflowed.

The slippery gushes of cum helped as his ass thickened, thighs wobbling as some of his lost height reemerged in the growing expanse of his legs, his ass cheeks unveiled from the furled up tops of his fully unzipped jeans as he waddled awkwardly in the soaked, sticky slacks, his knees squeezed tighter together by the widening cheeks as his squirming form finally toppled, landing on his ass a gigantic burst of cum had him rolling into one of the dropped artifacts, the panic over the idea he might be caught touching an artifact, stealing a defenseless, shoddily guarded thing that was just begging her to-

POP

SCHLWIIIP

Crossoverlord got a front row seat to Demi’s thrashing bottoms as his legs kicked, arms writhing as their muscle deflated, more and more curvaceous lengths of legs revealed as his slimming toes hooked on the draped cutoffs and pulled, the flailing aided by the ripping of fabric as his thighs popped through the seams, cum squirting out chaotically as each kick lost its power from the rounding shape of his legs, seduction their primary function as the leggy growths firmed his widening peach shape, though if you asked him he’d probably call it two plump tangerines. The throbbing cock left little to the imagination as it tented his all might boxers, which let his changer get the incredible sight of Demi’s swollen ballsack shrink and empty itself, the outwards bulge visibly pulsating before two moist pops sent the fabric digging into a fresh cameltoe, his feet wringing themselves dainty as Demi’s hands gripped the loose artifact.

It wasn’t the drilling stab of his pussy opening up, nor the diving spread of his gonads ramming into her prostate and fucking it into a womb that was making him feel so good, at least according to his brain it wasn’t. It was the stealing, his hand gripping the old pottery till it shattered, his folds glistening as clear juices spilled down his bare thighs, a hungry ache building as he let go of the shards, *glad Robin wasn’t here to see her-* Robin? Who was that? A rather nauseating churning began at his core, the pain in his head worsened by two separate realities trying to cram together, this seismic merging causing facts to shred and spill out his scalp in waves of lengthening orange locks and muscle to billow and spread beneath two thickening nipples as he rolled onto the spilled gold and shuddered under the luxury.

Deep down some part tried to hold on or make sense, his moans similar to Ochaco as he remembered bonding over their shared lack of money as- No h-his mom Bellemere who let him watch All the Fujiko Mine focused episodes of Lupin, that idea of a sexy cat burglar- There was an audible squish as more hair erupted, a button flinging off the pooled dress shirt as even the loosened hug of it could do little to hold back the growing mounds, their girth at even just a b-cup already scraping his nips against the starched fabric as his memories continued to shift. It was a shoddy mishmash, but it wasn’t like he’d be setting foot in a government office any time soon unless he was arrested, his focus on heroes from youth shifting to a fascination with thieves and seductresses, his cock continuing to throb as gold and gems dug into his back, the confines of the law feeling as restrictive as his shirt. There were so many riches sticking to the small of his back, squeezing against his thighs, one ancient coin ending up perfectly slotted amidst the writhing as his next smack sent it slipping into her leaking slit.

“YES YESSS OH GAAAAWD~!”

That deposit sent her into a frenzy, nails scratching at her shirt as buttons snapped, Dami ripping it to shreds as the bottom detached, revealing a pulsating midsection whose fading muscle was visibly gripping against her spine as her body was forcibly bridged upwards. Crossoverlord whistled as her stomach squeezed down, a blast of clear cum shooting the coin back out as her sides collapsed, riches rattling as they unstuck from her arched back as the convulsions propelled her tits to keep growing. She couldn’t think, too much money crowding her thoughts, any coherency blasted out her endlessly leaking slit as every last scar and blemish healed into perfectly smooth skin, the only marks marring it a deep blue tattoo that etched itself into her smooth, unmuscled left arm.

Sumptuous fat crowded every area for maximum appeal, her mind condensing every time her former self had felt aroused or teased into a separate pov, Dami becoming the one watching some adorable nerd mumble or stutter or try to hide an erection, hers continuing to grow alongside her heaving breasts. Only one button remained, blocks of fabric shuddering and detaching as her tits gobbled down every last decade of workouts and training, dexterity and flexibility replacing force as the almost translucent white of her shirt thickened and stretched, the colors brightening as tropical greens dyed the cloth, all but the most stubborn of strings ripping away as two colorful triangles pressed against her heaving bosom, her strained grunts erupting into a dazed whoop as the button burst into a clasp, the struggling string snapping as her massive tits flopped free.

“Nice show but let’s hurry this up. I’m losing feeling in my arms.”

He didn’t have omniscient control of how reality stitched itself back together, but he could influence it enough to get what he wanted, a bit tired of seeing a large cock flopping around as the puddled up slacks stiffened and stretched, turning to a familiar pair of jeans that slithered up her legs like something alive, sliding her legs through the holes while splinters of broken displays formed into bangles around her wrist that helped guide it to where he wanted. She still had that glassy eyed glaze of someone whose brain was trying to conform to the new reality. Nothing a full throttled finger fucking couldn’t help resolve judging from his experience with other robberies.

SLAP

Dami could still tell something wasn’t right, so many fragments trying to make sense, the superpowers one of the easier things to bring into the fold as fruits became quirks and even her sister faded from memory as her moral code took a larger beating from the canon source. And all of that stopped mattering once her palm slammed into her erect cock. Muscle memory demanded some fingering, her eyes rolling upwards as it was like her dick couldn’t be processed, just the sensation of something invisible spreading her open as if that creep from Thriller… Academy? Sure Japan was an island nation but the floating fortresses were usually-

SLAP

Who really gave a shit about those details when she needed to cum so badly it was driving her crazy, her palm again driving something inwards, squeezing some rubbery bulb so hard she swore she felt it pop between her fingers as a gulping kind of inwards thrusting made her screech. It was like all her anxieties of having nothing were fucking her, that endless thrusting stab sliding deep inside, each orgasm being amplified with flashes of berr- yen and jackpots of the rewarding sound of winning a her nails teased the edges of her lips, her fingers so so close to diving-

SLAP SL- SQUISH~!

Nami felt like she was cumming her brains out, imagining her bikini top was clasping itself back together, her core shaving away some last awkward blemishes to her figure as her curvy core heaved like the sea as it felt like she had sunken a dildo way too deep inside of her until she felt something snap into place. Her fingers felt awkward as they dived after it, her pussy weirdly shallow yet every dive felt better and better, culminating as her nails finally found her clit as if it had been hiding elsewhere for a second, the arousal making it feel way too thick as she stroked it, gurgling out her mind numbing bliss as everything crashed back to reality.

“YES YES YES YES YE-”

“Not to interrupt the show but could you hurry this up? I’d like to get out of these bindings asap.”

Oh right. Nami vaguely remembered having some awkward partner attached to her hip who seemed to want equal splits even though she couldn’t remember him doing anything beyond bragging about some kind of power or whatever. Didn’t it activate when he snapped or something? Ugh she really had to stop drinking in the shitty parts of town cause clearly only a hangover could explain why she’d be waking up with her temples throbbing and some bizarre flavor on her lips like cheap lip balm and a mishmash of thoughts swirling about. At least she’d be rich judging by the giant bounty around her if only she had a-

Nami rubbed her temples again, seeing scraps of fabric reforming into a comically large burglar sack and a few side pouches, the upsides of having so much cloth to spare when her top was just a bikini. Deciding not to question it, she filled up one of the smaller sacks and grabbed a decently hefty block of cracked wood from the displays as she moved towards her ‘partner.’

“About time. I will say you’re even sexier in real AGH!”

Finger breaking was one of the earliest tricks she learned to get out of a jam, and with him oh so nicely bound and tied up like a good boy so it only took two quick raps to make his hands useless, though she did a few extra to be safe, multiple memories of people with weird powers being a bother if you didn’t take care of their abilities. A shame she didn’t have any sea stone… something?

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING YOU FUCKING-”

“Giving you your share.”

She stuck out her tongue as she slammed the bag of gold against his temples, knocking him out and picking up a damp but still usable communicator, punching in the buttons to call for backup but leaving it primed as she gathered up as much cash as she could grab. She’d just leave it to ring after doing a few trips to the dumbass’s car which was parked illegally outside pretty blatantly. That just meant she had to be fast before some cute parking paid tried to mess up her score, which wasn’t the worst way to spend a night if things went south blue. South Okinawa? Still some weirdness but that didn’t stop her from loading up and calling it in after the fifth bag ended up filling her trunk.

And it’d prove to be quite a profitable time ahead, the forces and media in an uproar over the disappearance of some hero that people struggled to recall, not that Nami cared outside of how much disarray the usual street heroes were in as they did a manhunt for someone who definitely had existed according to them and that douche who was in the highest level of restraints in history. Kind of hard to really pay attention when some dumbass got ‘half erased’ from history and she was living it up most nights. But hey, every now and then she felt a slight pang in her conscience for what she was doing so she wasn’t completely heartless as she burgled her way through the city. Mostly by cons ‘cause it was easy to blend in, Nami figuring she had become some sort of folk hero.

Then again she was just a lowly quirkless human, the bottom of the bottom. If all those super heroes couldn’t stop her from taking people’s money, that was really their fault. And somehow her lack of papers made it real easy to fake her own, leaving the country with a literal boatload of cash. It was ironic how the massive manhunt continued none the wiser it should have been a womanhunt, nor that the hero they were all looking for had switched sides in every way.

It didn’t help that they thought the Crossoverlord was fucking with them when he insisted they had to look for Nami while they grilled him about various inexplicable disappearances. All that mattered to Nami was she was filthy rich and sailing the high seas, something nostalgic about it she couldn’t explain. Actually there were a lot of things she couldn’t explain, often ending in a headache when she tried to remember exactly how she got into that museum, or what she was doing beforehand or really anything basic about herself, but who needed answers when you had all the money in the world?