and suddenly he's gripping his thicker-than-before thighs, legs spread, as his torso starts to tighten, his pecs plumping up slightly and a sensation of *something* pushing into him, fucking him.

When the feeling subsides, he reaches down with a shaky paw-hand, and

his feet, still in the air, kick wildly as his fingers sink into something warm and wet.

He lets out another breathless moan as he *feels* his cock emerge from the confines of his newly formed slit, its now pointed tip brushing against his thumb as it goes.

His other shaking hand slowly makes its way up his torso, stopping at each suddenly hypersensitive nipple along the way, until it reaches where his mouth should be, intent on giving him something to suck on while he fucks himself on his fingers before he wakes up from this

incredible dream, only to encounter a similar problem to his right hand.

He can feel Springheel's mask, but his own face inside is just a gooshy, malleable mess.

Well, that explains why he couldn't open his eyes or mouth, but it doesn't exactly fix his problem now does it?

No sooner does he finish this thought than he feels his face stretch, filling out the mask like he's being poured into a mould and he experimentally sticks out his tongue and presses it to the pads of his fingers.

The moment the salty-sweet taste hits his tongue, he's gone,

jerking his hips up into his right hand and groaning around the three thick fingers of his left stuffed into his mouth until he cums harder than he ever has in his life, the oddly orange ropes shooting out of his new cock with enough force to hit the ceiling of his bedroom-

Wait.

He blinks, glancing down at the shiny digits still in his mouth before glancing around.

He's in his bedroom.

He's *awake*.

He lays there a while, partly trying to figure out how much of that dream was actually a dream and partly just trying to get his right hand out of his... pussy? Is that what he has now?

He lifts his head to look into the floor-length mirror across from his bed and yup, that's

definitely what it is, albeit with a dick slowly retracting itself into it.

It *is* oddly bright orange for a snatch, but then again so are the pads on his hands and feet, the tufts of "fur" in his "ears", the little nose he can feel twitching-

His meandering thoughts suddenly come to a halt at the sound of knocking at his door, followed by a key in the lock.

"Hey, Bakubro! You awake?"

"You know, you probably shouldn't just yell that out even if he *is* awake. Aren't rabbits super skittish?"

"Kacchan isn't *actually* a rabbit, though, Uraraka-san. Remember? The Villain said the suit is like a separate entity-"

Deku's voice continues, but Bakugo doesn't hear it, bounding off the bed, ducking into his bathroom and twisting the shower on.

He knows Kirishima is a "privacy? Never met 'em!" kind of guy, but with any luck, Uraraka and Deku will respect him enough to keep him out.

Or at least they won't notice the splatter of orange on his ceiling.

He steps under the hot spray, only half-surprised to find that he

can now feel every drop despite the suit being "in the way".

He listens to his boisterous friend enter his room calling his name (as he'd predicted,) and his two level-headed friends scolding Kiri and pointing out the sound of the shower before dragging him out, and he sighs,

his suddenly heavy body sagging until he's sitting on the floor of his shower, his ears folded over his eyes to keep the spray out.

Not actually a rabbit, huh? Tell that to his weird new body.

And then his heart sinks as it dawns on him.

This is his *new body*.

He hasn't felt Springheel's presence since he woke up, meaning they probably merged or something, meaning there's probably no reversing the effect, which means-

Fortunately for him, the water chooses that exact moment to turn absolutely frigid, pulling a yelp out of him followed

by weirdly sluggish flailing to turn it off. What, is he a sponge now, too?

He hears Deku call his name softly through the door, apologizing for the discomfort he just had to endure, but they're already aware of what happened to him.

Bakugo manages a confused noise, resting

his chin on the edge of his tub, too tired to do anything else.

Deku explains they'd gotten more information about the substance his "suit" is made from, that it's one of three variants of the Villain's pink suits currently too defective for him to use.

So much so, that when

they'd asked the Villain about it, the man had looked *horrified* and actually *apologized* for "what happened to their friend."

Bakugo isn't really sure what he's supposed to do with this information, but it sure as hell isn't helping him calm down to hear his fears of possibly

not being able to return to work again *ever* now that he's basically a living blow-up doll with a few extra bells and whistles.

And the phrasing... there's no coming back from this is there?

He continues, talking about how Bakugo actually lucked out by getting assimilated(!?)

by the "least defective" one, given the only "flaw" in its design is allowing its host to retain their free will.

Bakugo barks a laugh at that. Of course a Villain would consider that a flaw if he wants an army of loyal slaves.

"Kacchan, will you please come out? We know you

probably look kinda... y'know... but I *swear* no one's going to judge you or anything. It's not something you can help! I mean, unless you *can*, the Latex Villain *did* say your body would be malleable by this point and-"

"I can't," Bakugo grunts, cutting off Deku's rambling.

"Kacchan, I swear it's okay-"

"No, Deku. I *literally* can't," if Bakugo's body didn't feel so heavy, he'd be facepalming. "Just... go get Kirishima. I'll replace the door later."

***

After they take the door out, Deku goes through the notes the Latex Villain had given them and finds that Bakugo hadn't been that far off the mark with his "sponge" assessment, though he supposes it should have been obvious that he's more like one big water balloon now.

What *is* spongelike about him, however, is the suggested method of draining him.

"Got it! One big ol' bear hug, comin' right up!" Kirishima grins, hefting Bakugo's gooshy, limp body into his arms.

"Oi, at least hold me over the drain, hair-for-brains! This shit probably stains

or somethi-IING!" He can't help but cry out as Kiri squeezes his torso and he feels a rush of fluid spray out of his slit, fluids splattering against the tub, the wall behind him, and the front of Kirishima's sweatpants.

Well, at least they're black.

"...Holy shit that was awesome..." he mumbles, eyes half-lidded, ears drooping and tail twitching slightly.

His mind hazy, he raises his hands to his best friend's shoulders and nuzzles into his rapidly warming cheek. "Do it again. Please?"

He hears the click of Kirishima swallowing, but Deku interjects, his face bright red.

"U-uh, actually... s-sorry to ruin the, um, 'mood' but the notes warn against doing it again after you're, well, 'emptied'... For the sake of your health, of course!" he hastily adds when

Bakugo can't help but send him a stop-cockblocking-me-you-asshole glare.

Bakugo grumbles but relents, though he still feels like he won when Kirishima is the one to wipe him down.

Bakugo Katsuki is no exhibitionist, but the looks of surprise when the two men notice his new

"equipment" down there are certainly doing something for him.

The pair of tents do even more, some weird, primal part of his brain telling him that if he turns just right, spreads his legs just so, he'll be able to get a good ride from both.

He's about to act on it when Uraraka

walks in, keeping her eyes covered and holding one of his shirts and pairs of shorts, telling the guys breakfast is almost ready if they're done being weird.

Bakugo snorts, his mood once again killed, backflipping to his feet and taking the articles from her.

He's probably S.O.L. for shoes until he figures out how to mold his weird new rubbery rabbit paws into them (no way he's just throwing them all away, they're practically a prized collection by this point!) but at least his preferred way of wearing his pants, riding low on his

admittedly narrow waist, lets his tail poke out comfortably.

He unconsciously wags it and hears the short, unified gasp in the room.

Glancing back, he notices all three of his visitors have their eyes trained on his ass now.

With a smirk, he flicks his tail again teasingly

before pulling his shirt down over it.

The orange tuft of "fur" disappearing from view seems to break them out of their weird horny-trance, all looking off in different directions.

"Pff. And you thought *I* was worried about being judged," he quips.

Deku sputters, his face nearly purple now, stuttering his way through some excuse while tugging the bottom of his All Might pullover hoodie down.

Bakugo just rolls his eyes and walks past. "You're too easy. C'mon, let's eat. Ten bucks says I can't taste shit anymore."

***

Bakugo has never been so glad to be wrong. Not only can he still taste, but the flavors in each bite seem to hit him like a freight train.

Deku, doing his level best to seem more interested in the notes than his hard-on, says the Latex Villain's "suits" messing with one's senses

was intended as a way to enforce his control over them, rewarding them for following his orders and punishing them with sensory deprivation if they didn't.

"I believe it," Bakugo murmurs, "This is fucking fantastic..."

"Bakugo Katsuki!" Uraraka says in mock astonishment, "That

almost sounded like a compliment!"

He rolls his eyes with a smirk, putting another forkful of blueberry pancakes into his mouth.

He has bar-none the best cooking out of the four of them, but Uraraka is a close second. (Deku is passable and Kirishima isn't allowed in

Bakugo's kitchen unsupervised.)

He chews slowly, his eyes slipping shut as the rich sweetness rockets straight to his brain and he almost feels pleasantly dizzy, letting slip a soft moan.

"Bakugo-kun? You okay?" he hears her voice across the table from him, but

his head's still swimming. It's like just *hearing* about what his new body is supposed to do caused it to start acting up.

"Uh-oh..." speaking of hearing about things his body is supposed to do... "Uraraka-san, Kirishima-kun, can we, uh...?"

The two sound confused, but leave

the table, Kiri patting Bakugo's back as he moves past.

The three make their way into another room and close the door so he "can't" hear them and his eyes flutter open, his sense of taste suddenly disappearing and okay, without the flavor, pancakes are decidedly *not* something

he wants just sitting in his mouth.

Gulping it down (where exactly is it all going anyway? Does he even have a stomach anymore?) he perks up his ears, narrowing his eyes in focus.

Deku said the "suit" was able to enhance his senses, but Bakugo himself *is* the suit at

this point, which means...

Jackpot! Their voices are muffled from having a door and a wall in the way, and being several meters off, but he can still hear them clearly enough to make out words.

"-supposed to do? If everything just makes him want to-" Uraraka gets cut off.

"I don't know, Uraraka-san, but I think we need to avoid things that could make us lose him for good," Deku's voice sounds almost like he's trying not to cry. Actually, knowing him, he IS trying not to cry.

"Guys..." Kirishima's voice seems quieter than the other two, and

Deku and Uraraka seem to ignore him.

"Well, we can't just leave him all by himself! You said so yourself over an hour ago! 'Assuming what the Villain told us isutrue, leaving Kacchan isolated is the last thing we should do'." Bakugo feels a pleasant shiver run up his spine at

the sound of her using the cutesy nickname, but does his best to ignore it and keep listening.

"I... I *know* that's what I said, and I still believe being here will help Kacchan keep himself together-"

"Guyyys...?" Kirishima's increasingly nervous voice is ignored again, and

Bakugo feels what passes for his muscles tensing as he turns in the direction of the room their voices are coming from. What is making him so nervous? Kirishima's almost *never* nervous!

"So what, then? Just sit around staring at him? We already got the order to keep him und-"

"MOVE!" Bakugo flinches in pain as Kirishima's bellows a warning quickly followed by a loud thud.

Bakugo kicks off, sending his chair flying and bolting down the hall on all fours. He wrenches his bedroom door open to see Uraraka pinned by Kirishima to his left and Deku pinned

by an orange blob to his right. Wait, isn't that-?

"K-Kachhan! W-what is this!?" Deku has his arms up, not wanting to make skin contact with the blob slowly traveling up the legs of his jeans.

The blob has already bound his knees together, and some dark part of Bakugo's mind

suggests letting the thing finish covering him, if only to see what animal Deku will become.

He shakes his head hard enough for his ears to smack him in the face.

FUCK no. No way is he forcing this on anyone else.

He moves forward, breathing a sigh of relief when he sees its

progress slowed to a halt without enough mass to cover its would-be host.

He reaches for the glob to try to pull it off, but the moment his hand gets close, it shoots a tendril out, landing dead center in Bakugo's palm and his whole body jolts, his eyes rolling back as it starts

pulling more of *him* into itself, adding to its mass and continuing its spread.

"F-fuck..." he whimpers, trying to keep his thoughts straight, "Deku... y-you gotta... take your pants off-"

"K-KACCHAN-!"

"I m-mean it. This shit touches your skin, you end up like me. Don't want

th-that? L-lose the pants," he manages to gasp out, flopping to the carpet and curling his fingers and toes as he tries to keep it together. Holy shit it's like cumming, but the sensation is in every inch of his body.

Thankfully, Deku finally complies and manages to wriggle out

of the stiff fabric and *woah*, suddenly Bakugo understands why he was so reluctant to strip.

The blob attempts to shoot out another tendril at Deku's face, but Bakugo just catches it with an eyeroll.

'Just give it up. He's not yours to control,' Bakugo grumbles in his head and

to his surprise, the thing actually complies, retracting into itself before pressing against the palm of Bakugo's palm.

He shivers as his "paw pad" sucks up the blob, and can't help but gulp as a memory trickles into his head of climbing up Deku's thighs.

He jumps at the sound of Deku clearing his throat, snapping his head to the side to look at the man currently doing everything he can to (not-quite-successfully) cover his bare crotch and ass.

Bakugo raises an eyebrow with a smirk as he hands back the now goop-free jeans.

"Y'know, maybe not the brightest idea to go commando on the ONE day you decide to babysit someone you *don't* want fucking anyone."

Deku goes so red he could pass for a watermelon. "U-um! Yeah, aheh, well..." he doesn't bother finishing, just grabbing the article and dashing

into the bathroom, pulling the broken door over for some semblance of privacy.

Deciding to pretend he can't hear Deku dealing with his fear(?) boner, Bakugo checks on his other two friends.

Thankfully neither of them are hurt beyond Uraraka's elbows when they banged against

Bakugo's bedframe (the loud crash he'd heard, he guesses,) and she sighs in relief when he follows some weird instinct to wrap his hands around each, cooling and soothing away the pain.

Kiri pokes at the side of the pad, "Dude! Your paws are like ice packs! That's awesome!"

"My *what*."

Kirishima freezes, face paling slightly. "Oh, sorry! I swear I meant hands! It's just... y'know... they're..." the last part is *so* garbled even Bakugo can't catch it.

"Huh? Speak up."

Kirishima looks helplessly at Uraraka and she winces in return.

"Just get it over with. At least we know what it'll do to him," she says with a shrug, and now he's *really* curious.

Kirishima sighs and turns back to him. "... I said your paws are cute."

The last word seems to shut down any other thought.

Cute? His paws are cute? Oh, that's right, a bunny after all! ALL of him is cute! His twitching nose is cute his wiggling tail is cute his wet pussy is cu-

*SMACK* "BAKUGO!"

***

An hour later, he's on his bed, leaning back into Kirishima's chest and scrolling through the notes that they *finally* agreed to let him read.

For the most part, it would appear that his "suit" was just a souped-up version of the other ones they'd seen the previous night.

The Villain had been working on trying to make "elite" suits that could assimilate with their host faster than the base version, but also subdue and eventually erase the host's mind so he could control them.

And it was designed to do this by directly connecting with the host's brain.

Bakugo can't help the uncomfortable twitch his right ear gives as he remembers the sensation of the goop puncturing through his ear, and the prickling sensation across his body afterwards.

So that was... the suit hooking up to his nervous system? Getting access to his mind and body?

But the notes claim "his" batch was never successful, that the only two "subjects" he used it on inevitably took control of the suits themselves and nearly escaped.

Bakugo asks about them, and Kirishima says that the two victims, who'd been turned into a wolf and a puma, volunteered themselves for testing to try and find a way to reverse the process.

Bakugo tries to ignore the prickle of envy. What the hell? The other two get badass

predators and he's here stuck as a dumb bunny rabbit?

Cuteness be damned, that's just not fair!