[Bimbo/Himbofication, Brain Drain, Americanization, Music Brainwashing]
Being a Pro Hero is a difficult job. And training to become one is just as hard, if not harder. Which is why the youth of today that want to try and become one end up turning towards outlets to pour out the stress they’ve built up from studying/training, so that they can do their best.
For Kyouka Jirou, the way she liked to unwind and relax was by listening to her favorite music. Since her powers revolve around sound, it made sense for her to enjoy the way different songs bounce around in her head, so she can take note and improve upon her own techniques.
And more importantly than that, she just really liked music. What better excuse did you need than indulging in something you enjoy?
It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows though. Last week, Jirou had managed to import a new song from America. It was the worst idea she ever had. The music was way too peppy for her tastes. Like, way too bubbly. Even more bubbly than the kind of music idols churned out.
...And yet she couldn’t stop listening to it. She had the tracks playing every day, letting them bounce around. Was she some sort of masochist, enjoying the way it played with her brain? Or was she growing fond of it? She honestly couldn’t tell.
In fact, it distracted her from her studies more so than anything. Sure, she wasn’t the smartest girl in class or anything, but she couldn’t focus. The more she thought about studying, the more the bubbly tune just jumped through her head, popping those thoughts as she focused on everything else.
At first, it just meant that she ended up making a few mistakes in class. No big deal, she could just study harder another day to make up for it. But then the song started to dull…
Or rather, was she the dull one? She always looked great when she looked at herself in the mirror. She had a style that couldn’t be beat. Like, the type that really screamed ‘Kyouka Jirou’. And yet it didn’t feel right? Like, what gives?
The more she looked at herself in the mirror, the harder it became. Like her eyes were actively trying to unfocus, causing her to need to rub them again and again until they cleared up. And when she did, a new woozy sensation started to blow through her body.
Jirou took a deep breath as she looked at her reflection. She looked… Normal. But that wasn’t good enough anymore. No, she needed to make sure that she fit the tone of her favorite song. Yeah, that song had bounced through her head so much that she couldn’t live without it…
She licked her lips as she used the jacks at the end of her earlobes, letting them sink in through her head. It didn’t hurt too much, and she could pour the sound in through her head and throughout the rest of her body.
Once that sound poured through her, it started to change her on a fundamental level. That much American bubble pop wasn’t good for one person, especially when transmitted directly like this. But she didn’t care, she just giggled like the airhead she was rapidly becoming.
Jirou twirled a little as she watched her body changing from the power of the pop in her bod. Whether it was her hair growing nice and blonde, or her curves poking out in just the right way, to her clothes just not fitting right. She looked like a foreigner with these things, like they were totally fake. But she was 100% real. Just like the pop popping through her.
The changes didn’t just amount to her body growing bigger or her haircolor really popping out as it grew blonde. No, her skin started to tan until it was a nice light brown. Nothing too terrible, just the right shade that made her look like she had spent way too much time on the beach.
With her body growing as nice and poppy as it had, her mind had to follow. Not that it could last long against the brunt force of all that bubble pop, or that it hadn’t started rotting. But now that thoughts were getting harder to focus on, the pops took their place. And every pop inside her head made her focus on what she needed to do.
After all, what’s better for a poppy party girl who’s got music on the mind than to go out and have some fun? There was just a small problem with that, and that was her clothes. So the first order of business was to get some brand new duds that like, went perfectly with her beachy bod. And theeeen…
Then she could have fun with her friends!
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“Jirou, uhm…”
A few days later, after class, a few of the girls that were around the young heroine’s age decided to confront her. Mostly because she had been a bit absentminded, and it was getting more than concerning.
“Mmmmmmm? Yeah, Mo? Ura? What’s uuuup?” Jirou giggled as she watched the two approaching girls, licking her lips a little. Honestly, if they hadn’t said anything, she would’ve probably ignored them. The pop inside her head was too good to ignore.
Compared to her outfit from before she got hooked on pop, the tanned heroine would be hard pressed to call her outfit anything but provocative. She barely even wore anything! A string bikini for a top, and a pair of shorts that were struggling to stay shut thanks to the massive junk in her trunk.
And when compared to the two girls that had come by to talk to her, Yaoyorozu Momo and Uraraka Ochako? Yeah, she was anything but modest. Not that she cared, she liked having more of her body exposed so the bubble pop could hit as hard as possible. Making her all jittery and jiggly…
“It’s about your outfit.” Momo spoke up, crossing her arms as she looked at her fellow student. “Have you been considering what’s appropriate to wear in school, Jirou? What about that tan of yours? You stand out so much that it’s a wonder the teachers haven’t said anything about it.” She prattled on and on, sounding boring by the minute.
Jirou rolled her eyes as she stretched a bit, letting her tits sway from side to side as she felt the pop bouncing around inside her. “Mmmm? Sorry, don’t really care about that stuff anymore, Mo!” She chimed, giggling as she turned around.
“But, Jirou! You can’t just show up in class barely wearing anything! That’s distracting everyone! What happened to the punk girl who just liked music?” Ochako cried out, looking nervous the longer she stared at her fellow student. Something about her just made her feel so uneasy. Like she should be stopping her from acting like this…
The former black-haired girl giggled. “She’s still riiiiight here, Ochako! She’s just a little busy enjoying life. C’mon, why don’t you guys have a taste? I’m sure you’ll love it!” She chimed, as her earlobes started extending way further than they normally did…
Neither of the two girls had a chance to stop the earphone jacks at the ends of her earlobes from sinking into the sides of their heads, as a powerful piece of music started blasting through their minds. It was… really trashy, honestly. But kinda catchy. Like, super catchy…
It didn’t help that as the music kept playing through their heads, the girl facing away from them started squatting down, really letting her ass jiggle and bounce within the confines of her shorts. It didn’t matter how tight it was, as long as it had that little bit of jiggle and bounce.
Up and down, up and down, side to side. Both Momo and Ochako couldn’t pull their eyes off that mesmerizing image. And combine it with the music melting their minds into the same bubbling sludge as hers… and the results were easy to guess.
Both students started moaning and panting, their bodies quickly gaining the same sort of tan as the music-addicted girl’s own. Not only that, but their outfits started to strain. Whether it was the black-haired girl’s top quickly blowing off every button as it struggled to keep her tits in check, or the brunette’s skirt ripping and tearing as her hips pushed out, her panties quickly turning into little more than a thong when pushed between her asscheeks.
As their minds rotted more and more from the pop blowing apart their thoughts, their hair grew blonder and blonder. A bit more blonde than the ass-heavy girl in front of them, showing how far they had fallen, but ultimately the three weren’t that different. They were all tanned blonde airheads, with nothing but music on the mind.
Jirou’s earphone jacks detached from the two girls as she turned around to face them, grinning from ear to ear. “What’dya think?” She chimed, looking as smug as she could. Honestly, she was happy that she got to share her favorite song with them. They should’ve just asked instead of acting like they were trying to help her. What kind of friends did that?
“Like, it’s amazing!” Momo cried out, her tits bouncing as she giggled. “I think I’ll go buy my own copy, right now!” The complete airhead just ran off. Forgetting everything about the extracurricular activities that she had planned.
Ochako blinked a few times before she ran off as well. “Waaaait! I want one toooo!” She cried out, her cheeks smashing against one another and making obnoxiously loud claps as she chased after her. Why would her bestie just run off like thaaaat?
Jirou laughed as she watched the two run off. It was about time for her to go too, anyway. She had a certain somebody in mind, somebody that reaaally needed a taste of her music.
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Finding that somebody? Easier done than said, because she knew that boy inside out. Silly Kaminari Denk, so easy to find as long as you followed the trail that led straight to idiots.
“Ooooi! Denki!” She cried out as she ran up to the blonde boy she cared so much about. The boy she had been friends with for so long. The boy who could zap himself stupid if he didn’t watch his own powers carefully.
And the boy who really didn’t see anything different about her, despite the massive changes on both her breast and her rear. “Heeey, Jirou! What’s up? You’ve been missing the last few days!” He said, smiling from ear to ear. “You know, I thought of a cool new trick with my quirk! You wanna see?”
“Nah. But I’ve got something you might like. Ever heard the stuff they produce overseas?” Jirou asked, letting her hips sway idly from side to side. Just to try and see if she could grab his eyes’ attention before she gave him a nice taste of the bubbly pop.
Denki raised his eyebrow. “Not really, you’re the music person. Why, is it really good?” He asked, as he took one of her earphone jacks without even missing a beat. Like the idiot that he was at heart.
“Mmhm. Like, super good. You’ll see, it’ll blow your mind!” Honestly, she didn’t need to sell it. He’d put it in his neck, he’d listen to it, and then he’d have his mind blown just like the others. He was really the easiest of the three to lure into listening to these sorts of things.
Indeed, without even doing a thing to encourage him, he slipped the earphone jack into his neck. Letting the music in his friend’s mind pour into his and slowly take up all the space that it could. Which, as it turned out, was way more than he ever could’ve anticipated, as his eyes quickly started to widen in shock and awe.
His body started to tremble as all those nice sounds poured through him, his eyes focusing entirely on the girl in front of him. Because that wonderful music made him critically aware of her body and how wonderful she looked.
She looked downright smoking? How could he have ignored it? She had like, knockers for days. And he was pretty sure that she could sit on him with that ass, and there’d be nothing left.
Of course, as his eyes focused on the beautiful girl in front of him, his body was busy absorbing all the nice words and sounds from the song. The bubbly pop quickly making it harder and harder to think in long connected trains of thought. He didn’t need those things anyway. Boys like him, who were ready to party all night? They just needed the simple stuff.
The more his subconscious mind tried to keep thoughts in check, the more they popped thanks to the bubbly pop pouring through him. It was getting even harder to think by the second, especially as his body started to tan just like hers had, making them an incredibly matching pair.
Denki let out a bit of a moan as the bubbly pop started to reach further down, his crotch growing nice and hot and bothered as his pants grew tighter. What was happening, again? He didn’t know. Just that the music was really nice and his body was kinda growing uncomfy.
But that didn’t stop him from looking straight at Jirou, who couldn’t help herself as she noticed that he had begun to drool a little. “Enjoying the view, Denki?” She giggled, tugging on the bikini string between her breasts, making them just for him. “You can get a lot more, you just have to get popped!”
How was he going to get popped? Like, did he have to just let all that mind popping happen? Should he have nothing but pops on the mind? Ahhhh, thinking about it all was making his head hurt. Maybe he should just…
The boy let out a powerful moan as his troubles popped away, leaving him drooling even harder as his tan slightly deepened. Yeah, he didn’t need to worry anymore. He knew exactly what he had to do, as he wrapped his arms around his blonde friend with a smile slowly curling onto his face.
“You know what we should do, Jirou?” Denki said, grinning a bit as he started tugging at the waistband of her shorts, letting that booty out of its tight prison in the process.
She nodded and grabbed onto his pants, yanking them down to reveal the thick rod that had been trying to escape ever since he started listening to American tunes.
Without even sharing another word, they went at it. The bubbly boy forcing the popped girl against a wall and thrusting in between her folds, letting the beat set the tempo.
Their moans echoed out through the sky as the music guided their intimacy. They didn’t care who heard them, as long as they got to listen to the same song while they fucked the day away.
And once they were done… It was time to share it again. With all their other friends.