Chapter #9Momo Yaoyorozu & Ochaco Uraraka Swap Clothes by: Sly F   Ochaco Uraraka found herself the last one to finish changing in the girl’s locker room.
This latest training exercise had been especially rough on her, so much so that she could barely move. Still, she knew a pro hero would need to be able to shake it off and keep going. She forced a smile and told all of her friends to not worry about her, to go ahead without her, while she slowly, painstakingly peeled herself out of her dark blue UA training suit. She winced as she felt a new injury practically each second.
Stripped down to her underwear, she shook her head as she looked down and took note of all of her bruises. Then she reached in for her casual clothes, ready to go back to her dorm, collapse in her bunk, and sleep it off.
She stopped when she noticed that the door of Momo Yaoyorozu’s locker was still slightly ajar. That was very unlike Momo. The training must have really done a number on her, too, if she didn’t even notice that she’d failed to close her locker all the way.
Ochaco told herself she was doing her friend a favor by finishing closing and locking it for her, but when her fingers touched the edge of the door, she found herself suddenly tempted to look inside.
There it was. The Creati uniform. Ochaco flushed in embarrassment just looking at the skimpy hero costume. And yet, truth be told, she’d imagined herself in it before. Honestly, she was pretty sure all the girls in their class had.
Momo had told them all, several times, in no uncertain terms, that the costume covered so little skin for practical reasons. It was necessary to use her quirk as effectively as possible. And yet it had to take courage to move around in something so daring.
Before she even realized what she was doing, Ochaco found herself gathering Momo’s hero costume and bundling it up in her arms. She just had to try it on once, to know what it was like. Then she vowed she’d sneak it back into the locker right away.
She went back to her dorm, thoroughly checked to make sure nobody else was around and the door was securely locked, then took all of her clothes off. She squeezed into Momo’s costume, her back to her full length mirror until it was all the way on. Then she took a moment to brace herself, let out a long sigh, then turned.
She liked what she saw.
She’d been worried it wouldn’t be flattering on her. After all, she didn’t have a body like Momo. She didn’t know anyone else who had a body like Momo. Ochaco didn’t think she’d be able to fill out the costume the way Momo did. But while Yaoyorozu was undeniably a classic beauty, it wasn’t like the costume didn’t do her any favors. The smooth material conformed to every curve of Ochaco’s body, fitting her short, petite figure just as well as her tall, curvy classmate’s. It fit her like a glove. It squeezed Ochaco’s breasts together and held them up and in place, the shiny gold strap across the chest seemingly the only thing keeping them from escaping, greatly enhancing her curves, more flattering than any bra she’d ever worn. The deep crimson and vivid white of the form-fitting leotard seemed to bring out a glow in her skin, which appeared more soft and smooth against the outfit’s fabric than she would have thought. And the high red collar seemed to bring out the fiery red in her reddish-brown bob cut, especially the longer sidelocks that draped down it. It also seemed to bring out more red in the ever-present pink blush in Ochaco’s cheeks. Or was she just blushing a darker red than usual because of the outfit?
She could tell all her physical training had been paying off. All the musculature of her arms, legs, and abdomen were prominently on display. And the gold fabric that fit around her waist like a mini-skirt and red stiletto boots made even a short girl like Ochaco feel like she had legs for days.
Her big doe eyes and long lashes still made her face look innocent, even above such a provocative outfit.
Ochaco couldn’t take her eyes off of her own reflection. No wonder Momo always seemed so confident. Ochaco had intended to return the costume right away, but right now she felt so empowered. And there was something she needed to do while she still had the opportunity.
Meanwhile, Momo Yaoyorozu had returned to her locker, realizing she’d forgotten something. She was surprised when she found it wide open.
And her hero costume missing.
Who would have done this? Was this an innocent prank by one of her friends? A more malicious trick by a jealous rival? Or a pervy act by one of the boys? She could far too easily imagine Minoru Mineta sneaking his way into the girl’s locker room just to get his hands on her clothes. She shuddered thinking of all the things he could do to it, knowing it had directly touched her body.
Could it have been something even more sinister than that?
She thought back to the last time she had seen it. As she’d been leaving the locker room, the only other student there had been Ochaco.
But surely she wouldn’t have . . . ?
Momo glanced over at the locker of her pluckiest classmate. It was still partially opened.
The Uravity costume was hanging up inside.
Two can play this game, Momo thought, gathering up the bubble gum pink outfit in her arms and stealing back to her dorm.
It took quite a bit of doing to squeeze into Uravity’s costume, but Momo didn’t give up that easily.
She took a look at her reflection in her mirror and was astonished by what she saw. What was cute and girly on her bubbly friend was something else entirely on her. Compared to her own costume, Ochaco’s costume left more to the imagination, sure. But on Momo, it would definitely send imaginations running wild.
The smaller girl’s costume was stretched so taut over Momo’s body that curves of every single muscle were visible through it. The pink fabric over her bust and navy material over her butt were positively bursting at the seams. The baby pink belt was digging into her waist, something she definitely wasn’t used to. She was so accustomed to her own costume that it fit her like a second skin. Still, the several sizes too small costume actually looked pretty good on her. With the hot pink choker covering up most of her throat, Momo’s skin was covered everywhere except for her hands and her face, but even that couldn't hide her killer curves.
Those weird, oversized knee-high boots with the flat soles that Ochaco somehow inexplicably favored were nowhere near as flattering as Momo’s dark red high heels, but she still had to admit that Ochaco had style. All that was left was to put the visor on in front of her big, spiky ponytail. The pink tint seemed to give her long, serious face a cute glow.
Momo was admiring how sexy she was able to make the cute costume look when a sudden wave of dread hit her. The outfit was so excruciatingly tight on her, she wasn’t sure she had any idea how to take it off! She’d been accused of being an exhibitionist before, but this was so embarrassing it was actually making Momo’s cheeks turn as pink as Ochaco’s!
She calmed down as an idea began to form in her mind. She hadn’t looked this kawaii for a long time. She felt cute, and there was something she wanted to do while that lasted.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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