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(Deku Punk Girl) Nagisa's Reality Rewrite Draft
🕑 Added 2024-12-28 22:29:03 +0000 UTC“Welcome, welcome! Welcome to Nagisa’s amazingly refreshing massage studio! We promise when we are done with you, you will be a completely new person~ How can I help you today?“ I said invitingly as a new customer stepped in.
The young man who stepped through the door was the picture of bashfulness, his freckled cheeks tinted pink as he offered a polite bow. "H-hello," he stammered softly, emerald eyes darting around the room before settling on me. "I heard this place was good for, um, relaxation?"
I could sense the power thrumming beneath his skin, like lightning contained in a bottle. His hands, calloused and bruised, spoke of intense training and heroic feats. Yet his demeanor was so endearingly awkward, like a puppy trying to act tough.
And because I am the goddess of darkness, I naturally knew who this adorable little boy was. Because he was none other than the famous Hero Deku, by the real name of Midoriya Izuku.
“Absolutely~ If relaxation is what you are looking for, then you have definitely come to the right place.“ I giggled innocently, my charade perfect as usual. As he stepped forward I can see he absolutely believed me at my word.
He was honestly more adorable than I gave him credit for, which made me all the more eager for what was to come. Anyway, time for my usual stuff. “Alright, I just need a quick signature here before we start. Don’t worry, it's just about a few security precautions. And after that, we can go straight to the massage table.“
“Oh. Okay, no problem.“ He signed it without a second thought. Apparently contract based shenanigans really weren't common from where he was from. I just nodded approvingly and put the contract away before he could see that the text on it changed the moment he put his name on it.
<I declare that Nagisa Fulkami, goddess of darkness, is allowed to change my heart, body, mind and reality into whatever she wants over the course of this relaxing massage session. Any changes she made will be as if they had always been the case.
Signed, Midoriya Izuku>
…of course, there was no need to tell him that.
"Right this way, my dear," I cooed, guiding Izuku towards the massage table with a gentle hand on his back. The room was bathed in soft candlelight, aromatic incense curling through the air. "Just set your things down over there and make yourself comfortable."
As he shrugged off his backpack, something tumbled out and clattered to the floor. My eyes widened in surprise - it was a spiky black choker, studded with silver. The edgy accessory seemed wildly out of place next to Izuku's wholesome, boy-next-door vibe.
"Oh my, what's this?" I asked, bending to pick it up. The leather was supple between my fingers, practically humming with latent energy. "I wouldn't have pegged you for the punk rock type, hero."
Izuku's face flushed an even deeper shade of crimson. "Oh! That's, um, not mine actually. I found it on my way here and was planning to return it to Jirou later. At least, I think it's probably hers..."
His voice trailed off uncertainly. I arched an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk playing at my lips. "Is that so? Well, aren't you just the perfect little boy scout, always helping others."
To say that I knew exactly what to do now was an understatement, but for now, I put the choker back to his belongings. It wouldn’t stay there long anyway.
I gestured invitingly towards the plush massage table. "Now then, why don't you slip off that shirt and make yourself comfortable? I promise you're in for a treat~"
Izuku hesitated for just a moment before nodding shyly. "O-okay, if you say so." He fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, fingers trembling slightly. I watched with growing interest as more and more of his toned physique was revealed. For someone so small he was incredibly well trained.
He then placed himself face first on the table, then looked up to me as to ask me if he did that correctly. To be fair, his innocence did get an honest giggle out of me.
"Perfect, darling," I purred, running my fingers lightly along his spine. "Now, just close those pretty eyes and let all your worries melt away."
I began working my hands over his shoulders, kneading the tense muscles with practiced skill. "That's it, just relax," I murmured soothingly. "Let every touch sink deep into your body, washing away all that stress and tension."
My fingers danced across his skin, leaving trails of tingling warmth in their wake. With each press and stroke, I could feel Izuku's body growing heavier, sinking deeper into the plush table.
"Breathe in... and out," I instructed, my voice taking on a hypnotic quality. "With each breath, you're drifting further and further into total relaxation."
By the third squeeze, Izuku's breathing had slowed to a deep, even rhythm. His muscles were like putty beneath my hands.
"That's right," I cooed. "You're doing so well. Just let go completely."
The fourth squeeze elicited a soft, contented sigh from Izuku's lips. His eyelids fluttered, struggling to stay open.
With the fifth and final squeeze, Izuku's entire body went limp. His eyes slid shut, a blissful expression settling over his features. He was so deeply relaxed now that he could barely twitch a finger.
“Please don’t mind me rambling as I massage. I like to just talk about the people I get to treat and to tell them how great they are. And you are certainly no exception.“ I spoke softly, leaning towards Midoriya's ear. “You certainly don’t mind, do you?“
“N-no… That's… fine…“ He moaned softly as I gave him another squeeze. And I guess with his formal approval, there is nothing stopping me from truly beginning.
"You know, Izuku," I mused, my fingers working their magic along his spine, "I've always admired female heroes. The way they balance strength and grace, power and compassion. It must be so challenging, don't you think?"
My hands squeezed gently, and I felt a subtle shift beneath my palms. "Mmm... what do you mean?" Izuku mumbled, voice slightly higher than before.
"Oh, you know," I continued, kneading his shoulders. "The extra scrutiny, the pressure to look perfect while saving the day. You must have experienced that yourself, right?"
Izuku's brow furrowed slightly. "But I'm not-"
I cut him off with another firm squeeze, my voice taking on a hypnotic lilt. "Shh, just relax. Let the tension melt away, Izuku. Or should I say... Izumi?"
As I spoke, I watched his form shift subtly. Hips widening ever so slightly, waist tucking in. "It's okay," I soothed, "you can be honest here. No judgment."
"I... I don't..." Izuku tried to protest, but his voice came out in a soft, feminine lilt.
My hands glided lower, reshaping his body with each touch. "Tell me, Izumi, is it harder being a female hero? The tight costumes, the media attention? is there not an overwhelming need to be able to provide fanservice?"
With a final squeeze, I felt the last traces of masculinity melt away beneath my fingertips. Izumi's body quivered. Her waist had narrowed significantly, hips flaring out into soft, feminine curves. A gentle swell rose on her chest, modest but undeniably present.
Her hair had lengthened, cascading down her back in lush green waves. Even her face had softened, features becoming more delicate and doe-eyed. As she shifted slightly, I could sense the absence of certain anatomy, replaced by the warm, tender folds of new womanhood.
"Mmm," Izumi breathed, her voice a silky whisper. "It can be... challenging sometimes. Being a female hero, I mean."
I smiled, continuing to massage her now decidedly feminine form. "Oh? Do tell, darling. Is it because you constantly have to show off your lovely behind?"
Izumi let out a soft moan as my hands worked their way down to her lower back. "Well, I... I guess there is a lot of pressure to look good in our hero costumes," she murmured dreamily.
"Mmm, I can imagine," I purred, my fingers kneading the soft flesh just above her hips. "Especially with assets like these. Your curves are simply divine, Izumi."
As I spoke, I felt her body responding, flesh swelling and shifting beneath my touch. Her hips began to widen, the soft swell of her bottom expanding outwards.
"Oh my," I cooed, "and what a lovely derrière you have. So perfectly round and perky. I bet it looks absolutely stunning in your hero suit."
Izumi whimpered softly, her newly plump bottom wiggling slightly as if in agreement. "It does draw a lot of attention," she admitted, voice breathy.
My hands glided down to her thighs, squeezing and massaging. "And these thighs! So strong and shapely. They must look amazing when you're leaping into action."
With each compliment, each caress, Izumi's lower half continued to blossom. Her thighs grew thicker, more luscious, while her waist seemed to shrink in comparison. The hourglass of her figure became more and more pronounced.
"Your hips, darling," I marveled, running my hands along their newly expansive curves. "They're simply mesmerizing. So full and seductive."
Izumi let out a breathy moan as I kneaded the plush flesh. Her hips swelled further under my touch, widening until they were nearly twice their original width. The butt of a goddess, as some would say.
"Mmm, yes," Izumi murmured, her voice a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. "I... I have been told that before. About my, um, behind."
"Oh?" I grinned, giving her plush bottom a playful squeeze. "Do tell, darling. Who's been admiring this gorgeous asset of yours?"
Izumi's face flushed pink. "Well, um... there was this one time during training. Mineta couldn't stop staring. And Kaminari kept making these... comments."
I chuckled softly. "I'm not surprised. It's quite the showstopper. I bet it looks absolutely divine in your hero costume."
"It's... it's a bit embarrassing sometimes," Izumi admitted, squirming slightly. "The suit is so tight, and it doesn't leave much to the imagination."
"Nonsense, darling," I cooed, my hands sliding up to her lower back. "You should be proud of your body. Speaking of which..."
My fingers trailed higher, ghosting along her sides. "Let's not forget about these lovely ladies up front, shall we?"
Izumi's breath hitched as my hands cupped her modest breasts. "They're... they're not much to look at," she mumbled shyly.
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," I purred, gently massaging. "They're perfectly perky. And because you are a hero of caliber, I would be so bold as to even call them… big.”
My hands worked their magic, kneading and caressing Izumi's chest with expert precision. With each squeeze, I could feel a subtle swell beneath my palms, her breasts gradually expanding to fill my grasp. Until at least, they had a size that was more than just a little big. They were very clearly in the upper D-cups.
Still, I continued to massage Izumi's newly voluptuous form, my hands gliding over her soft skin. "You know, darling," I mused, "for a heroine with such incredible assets you do have the perfect body to match. Strong, powerful, able to take on any villain."
My fingers trailed down her spine, leaving tingles in their wake. "I bet you train so hard, don't you? Pushing yourself to be the best hero you can be."
Izumi nodded dreamily. "Mmhmm... every day..."
"I can tell," I purred, my hands working their way down to her legs. "These muscles are so well-defined. So powerful."
As I spoke, I could feel Izumi's body responding once again. Her legs seemed to lengthen beneath my touch, muscles becoming more pronounced. Her calves tightened, thighs growing more sculpted even as they retained their luscious curve.
"And your arms," I continued, moving back up to knead her shoulders. "So strong and toned. Perfect for rescuing civilians and taking down villains."
Izumi's arms began to change as well, slender but clearly muscled. Her shoulders broadened slightly, giving her a more athletic silhouette.
"Mmm, and let's not forget about these," I murmured, my hands sliding down to her stomach. "I bet you work so hard on these abs, don't you?"
As my fingers traced patterns across her midsection, Izumi's stomach began to tighten and define under my touch. Soft flesh gave way to rippling muscle, a perfect six-pack emerging beneath my fingertips. Her waist narrowed further, accentuating the dramatic curve of her hips and the swell of her chest.
"Oh my," I breathed, tracing the lines of her newly chiseled abdomen. "What a magnificent core you have, darling. So strong, so powerful."
As I continued to massage, I could feel Izumi's entire body elongating, stretching upwards. Her legs grew longer, more sculpted. Her torso lengthened, giving her a statuesque quality. Even her arms seemed to extend, becoming lean and toned.
"You know, Izumi," I mused, running my hands along her newly lengthened limbs, "you've always stood out in your class, haven't you? Not just for your incredible quirk, but for your stature as well."
Izumi mumbled something incoherent, lost in the blissful haze of the massage. Which told me all I needed to know about how well it was working.
"Oh yes," I continued, my voice taking on that hypnotic quality once more. "You're quite the amazon, aren't you? Tall and muscular, towering over most of your classmates."
As I spoke, Izumi's body continued to stretch and grow. Her feet dangled off the end of the massage table now, her head nearly reaching the top.
"Only few boys can stand with your height. And no girl can. Isn’t that right?” I stated softly, pleased with her new height. “I mean, it really helps to sell your ‘don’t mess with me, I am a bad girl’ image.“
“Yesh…” She moaned, perfectly accepting everything I told her.
"Speaking of your image," I purred, my fingers tracing the defined lines of Izumi's abs, "you've always been quite the rebel, haven't you? A real punk girl at heart."
Izumi's brow furrowed slightly, but she didn't protest. I continued, my voice low and persuasive. "Oh yes, I can see it before even now. The way you strut through the halls of U.A., all attitude and sass. No demure little princess act for you, is there?"
As I spoke, I could feel Izumi's energy shifting beneath my hands. A new tension coiled in her muscles, like a spring ready to snap. "You're not afraid to speak your mind, are you?" I murmured. "Always ready with a sharp comeback or a biting insult for anyone who crosses you."
Izumi's lips curled into a smirk, a hint of defiance flashing in her half-lidded eyes. "Yeah," she mumbled, her voice taking on a rougher edge. "I don't take shit from anyone."
I chuckled, pleased with the transformation. "Of course not. You're Izumi Midoriya, the bad girl of Class 1-A. Always ready to throw down, whether it's with villains or your own classmates if they tick you off."
My hands moved back to her shoulders, kneading the tense muscles there. "I bet you love showing off these muscles, don't you? I mean, weren’t you very vocal about never wearing anything to cover your abs just to make a statement? That takes real commitment and confidence. Which you definitely have in spades.”
I felt Izumi's body tense under my touch, a low chuckle rumbling through her chest. "Damn straight," she growled, her voice now husky and defiant. "Why hide all this hard work? I earned every inch of this body."
My hands glided over her sculpted abs once more, feeling them flex beneath my fingers. "Oh, I can tell," I purred. "And you're not shy about showing it off, are you? A simple sports bra is more than enough coverage for you at school, isn't it?"
Izumi snorted. "Hell yeah. Those stuffy uniforms can kiss my ass. I rock the sports bra look, and if anyone's got a problem with it, they can take it up with my fist."
I laughed softly, moving to massage her powerful shoulders. "And let's not forget that that jacket and skirt are undersized on purpose. Just enough to meet the dress code, but still leaving little to the imagination, right?"
"You know it," Izumi smirked. "Gotta make sure everyone knows I'm not just another cookie-cutter good girl. First glance, they see me, they know I'm different. I'm the badass bitch of 1-A."
“You say that, but is that really true? I mean, I seem to recall there being another very loudmouthed student in your class…“ I murmured, knowing exactly what I was stirring up. And sure enough, Izumi's reaction didn’t disappoint.
Izumi's eyes flashed open, a snarl curling her lip. "Bakugo? That loudmouth piece of shit?" she spat, her body tensing under my hands. "Don't even get me started on that asshole."
I continued my massage, working out the knots of tension that formed as she ranted. "Oh? Do tell me more, darling. What is it about Bakugo that gets under your skin so much?"
"Everything!" Izumi growled, her voice dripping with venom. "That cocky bastard struts around like he owns the place, screaming at everyone like a rabid chihuahua. 'DIE DIE DIE!' What the fuck is wrong with him?"
She took a deep breath, her chest heaving with anger. "And don't even get me started on his so-called 'heroics'. He's about as merciful as a goddamn brick to the face. Always going overboard, never giving a shit about collateral damage. Some hero he is."
I nodded sympathetically, my fingers working their way down her spine. "Mmm, I can see why that would bother you. A true hero should care about more than just winning, right?"
"Exactly!" Izumi exclaimed. "But try telling that to Mr. Explosion Murder over there. He's got his head so far up his own ass, I'm surprised he can even see straight."
She let out a bitter laugh. That’s when I smirked and whispered into her ears. “But you are different. Sure, you curse and shout, but deep down, there's something more.“
Izumi scoffed, but I could feel a slight hesitation in her reaction. I pressed on, my voice gentle yet insistent. "You may not be good with words, darling. Expressing yourself doesn't come easily. But when it really matters, when someone needs help, you're always there, aren't you?"
Her body tensed for a moment, then slowly began to relax under my touch. I could almost see the memories flickering behind her closed eyes - moments of kindness hidden beneath her tough exterior.
"Remember that time you found that lost kid in the mall?" I prompted, my fingers working out a particularly stubborn knot in her shoulder. "You pretended to be annoyed, but you spent hours helping him find his mom. And when you finally did, the smile on that child's face... it meant something to you, didn't it?"
Izumi grunted noncommittally, but I could feel the slight quickening of her pulse.
"Or what about the old lady whose groceries spilled all over the sidewalk?" I continued, my hands gliding down her back. "You cursed up a storm, but you still helped her pick everything up. Because at the end of the day, that's who you are.”
“A Hero, just in your own special way.“ I said, removing my hands from the loudmouthed girl. She looked more than pleased at that very moment. “And with that, the massage is over. You may dress yourself again, if you want.“
Izumi slowly rose from the massage table, her newly transformed body unfolding like a graceful feline. She stretched languidly, muscles rippling beneath her skin as she reached towards the ceiling.
"Holy shit," she groaned, rolling her shoulders. "I feel fucking amazing. Like I could take on All Might himself and still have energy left over to kick Bakugo's ass."
She twisted her torso, admiring the way her abs flexed and her ample chest bounced. "Damn, I forgot how good it feels to really stretch out. Feels like ages since I felt this relieved, let me tell ya."
Izumi sauntered over to where her clothes lay, hips swaying with each step. She picked up her tiny skirt, eyeing it with a smirk. "Damn, girl. I never realized just how true those words about my uniform were before. But now looking at it… I am one bad bitch, aint I?"
As she began to dress, she caught sight of the choker lying among her things. Her brow furrowed slightly. "Wait a sec, isn't that-"
I stepped forward, placing my hands on her broad shoulders and giving them a firm, meaningful squeeze. "That belongs to you, remember?" I murmured, my voice low and persuasive. "You never leave home without it. It's part of your signature look."
Izumi blinked, confusion flashing across her face for a moment before clarity settled in. "Oh yeah, duh," she chuckled, reaching for the choker. "How could I forget my favorite choker? I wanna know what sort of magic you used to get me to take it off for this massage.”
“It’s a secret~ Hehehe~“ I winked at her, to which she held back a laugh, turning back around to her clothes.
Izumi fastened the choker around her neck, the black leather stark against her sun-kissed skin. She admired her reflection in a nearby mirror, striking a fierce pose. "Fuck yeah, now that's more like it," she grinned, running a hand through her wild green locks.
We made our way back to the counter, Izumi's long legs eating up the distance in just a few strides. Her powerful presence seemed to fill the room, drawing eyes like a magnet. She leaned against the counter, one muscular arm propped casually as she looked down at me.
"So," I chirped, unable to keep the mischief from my voice, "how was your experience today? Would you recommend Nagisa's amazingly refreshing massage studio to others?"
Izumi's eyes lit up, a rare genuine smile breaking through her tough exterior. "Hell fucking yeah I would!" she exclaimed, pounding her fist on the counter for emphasis. "This shit was life-changing, I swear. I haven't felt this good in... well, ever!"
She stretched again, her crop top riding up to reveal her chiseled abs. "It's like... I dunno, like I finally feel comfortable in my own skin, you know? Like everything just clicked into place or some shit."
I nodded encouragingly, drinking in the sight of my handiwork. "That's wonderful to hear, Izumi. I'm so glad you had such a positive experience."
"Positive doesn’t even begin to fucking describe it! But yeah, if it’s publicity you seek, its publicity you are going to get. Because aint no way I am keeping this good shit a secret!” Izumi grinned, pulling out a large bill from her pocket.
“keep the change. You earned it, my girl.“ She declared, slamming it on the table before turning around, giving me a huge grin over her shoulder. “You can be sure that I’ll be here again. Until then, see ya~“
And with that, she was gone, walking confidently down the street like the ruffian she was. Everything about her screams that she was ready for a fight, from the way she dressed to the way she moved.
And all I could think was: “Another job well done~ Nothing beats a happy little Punk hero~“
