[Punk TF, Pregnancy, Brainwashing, Identity Erasure, Genderswap]

"Oi, Momo. Whatcha doin in front of da mirror for so long? Thinkin' about the boss plowin' ya?"

A pale-skinned punk was sizing herself up as she looked in the mirror. Slowly but surely looking at herself. All while something seemed to rumble within her. A feeling of unease? She wasn't sure. It just felt like something was off. She couldn't quite figure out why though, no matter how long she stared at herself.

It was just like something was wrong about her. But the more she looked at herself, and really took in her form, it didn't seem like anything was wrong. Were her tits too big? No, they were enormous and her nipples were pierced just like the boss wanted, with 'Whore' even tattooed on one of them so she'd never forget. They were even kept within a mesh, just so she'd always feel pleasure from having the rope dig into her flesh. Was her makeup off? Nah, the right amount of extra black was added, especially to those fat cocksuckers of hers. Perfectly complimenting any of her many piercings, and the collar around her neck.

She gazed further down. Was it her belly? Well, she had probably forgotten to get her tally tattooed onto her belly, but that thing was as bloated as ever. The boss' latest batch was growing within, so she had no right to complain. Continuing further down, her skirt and her fishnets seemed right too, even if the net had seen better days. Not her fault they made such shitting products, maybe she should go complain more directly. And her heels were on point too, perfect for shoving up a cop's ass if they wanted to give her grief.

And yet the more Momo looked at herself, the more she felt like something was distinctly off. But nothing was off. It was like this stupid voice inside her head was trying to convince her that there was something wrong, when there very clearly wasn't anything wrong.

"Just some stupid thought in me head, Deku." Momo said, the black-haired preggo punk said as she gazed towards her fellow punk. "Y'ever get one of those? Or do you only think about the boss and his fat cock?" She asked, though she probably knew the answer already.

The green-haired punk walked over to the mirror, and stared into it for just a brief few moments. Taking in her extra sexy and extra pregnant form. She was a term later than Momo, probably because the Boss couldn't keep his hands off her ass. That's why it had 'Slut' tattooed across one of those meaty cheeks, matching the same tattoo across her tit. Really, the two punks looked almost identical, just with Momo's red colors having been replaced with Deku's green. That, and Deku just seemed bigger in every way, even if only slightly.

"Thoughts? The hell are those?" Deku said, spitting on her fellow punk. "Y'know what the Boss says. We're minions, Momo. We're not supposed to think. Just don't worry about them and get back to work. We've still got plenty of joints to hit up before we've earned a new fuck."

Momo nodded. Deku was right. The hell was she thinking for? She wasn't supposed to think. Their boss had been very clear about that the moment they became his bitches. And he made sure to fuck it out of them. Actually, how did their recruitment go again..?

The black-haired punk put one hand on her head, as a killer headache started to pour through her. Goddamn, it hurt a lot. All while she seemed to get a glimpse of... The past? At least, it seemed like she could picture a version of herself far before she became a preggo punk that was about to reach her full term. She was so fuckin' boring. Just wearing a red costume that showed off far too much, while looking like a smarty pants. Damn, she hated those kinds of girls. Girls were supposed to think with their cunts, not with their brains.

"God, my head's killin' me." Momo muttered, looking at herself in the mirror. Only to see that other version of herself staring back. "Damn, it's like I'm thinking that there was an old version of me... One that was a real fuckin' nerd." She said, despite the fact that Deku couldn't see shit. It was her brain sending her images, after all. Why the hell would she see what she saw?

Deku slapped her fellow punk's ass. "Quit talking nonsense, Momo. You want the Boss to tell you that you can't get his cock because you've been acting like you're not a punk?" She scoffed. God, Momo was such a drag and such an idiot. She always ended up like this. That was why they were partners, though. Punks that stuck together. Momo was a beast when it came to bullying bitches into being obedient, but she also had these episodes. "Just get it out of your system. Then we'll tell the Boss that you've been having thoughts, and he'll deal with it."

Yeah. Yeah, that sounded like the way to go. Their Boss was the only smark punk in town, and he was barely smarter than they were. But he knew how to handle idiot punks like them. He was going to set them straight so they could keep being useful breeders and good minions.

"Right. Alright." Momo said, as she rubbed her temples a bit more. "I see like, this slim bitch who's seen no action, yeah? And I see a boy that's kinda like you, just way scrawnier and deffo lacking the fat tits you're so proud of. They're like, heroes or somethin'? At least they've got that kind of look to them. They could be undercover sluts for all I care though, they look like they haven't seen any action."

Deku raised an eyebrow. A boy that looked like her without the tits? That definitely made Momo sound like she wasn't right in the head. "'kay, what else's in that head of yours? We need to get it all out before the Boss can fix you up." She knew she shouldn't ask. Enabling this idiot was just going to cause them a lot of pain in the future. But damnit, she was a little curious as to how wack it could all get by the end.

"They're facing off against the Boss. And he, like, got knocked down on his ass. They really wiped him clean. Damn, Boss losing? Maybe we should get with these Heroes if they're that strong." Momo muttered, before focusing on the thought a bit more...

Only to let out a yelp as she felt a powerful hand spanking her ass. It wasn't because Deku slapped her ass, though she definitely wanted to after Momo tried to imply that they should betray their rugged bastard of a Boss. No, it was because of the memories of that girl resonating with her... Her old self, and the very first spank that their Boss did to them.

"I know you're a slut, but you don't need to act like you just got spanked." Deku scoffed, spanking Momo right after it was like she had been spanked in turn. God, couldn't the Boss get her? He'd set them both straight. And right now, she could use that straightness. Otherwise, she might just feel like she was about to go mad...

Drool was pouring down Momo's chin, gathering in her cleavage as a similar sticky liquid poured down her thigh. "That... That was us, goddamn..." She muttered. It was like she was this close to remembering what had happened. "The Boss... The Boss spanked us, and then... then..!"

"Oi! Bellies-for-brains! The hell is taking you so long!?"

Momo and Deku both felt their bodies immediately seize up as they heard that voice. That manly and dominating voice that had taken control of them and guided them down the punk path. It was their Boss. Almost immediately after they had heard him, both lined up side by side, snapping to attention with their arms practically stuck to their sides. It was actually a little amusing to see them being so orderly, when all the tattoos across their bodies made it clear that they were anything but orderly. They were chaotic slutty punks who took pride in the fact they were pregnant. Not obedient soldiers that lined up in a row just because they got ordered to...

Then the Boss came over. Their lovable Boss. The big, hefty, and extra strong Bastard that they loved from the bottom of their very shallow and extra stupid hearts. His name was the same as his Quirk. Bitch Breaker. And he certainly looked like the type that would be able to make that stuff a reality. Whether it was the muscle hidden under a layer of hair and fat across his arms, or the very visible and unflattering gut hanging out from under his wifebeater, or the leathery biker aesthetic complete with a big scruffy beard and a hat that covered up his eyes. He lived up to his name and his quirk in every possible way.

Bitch Breaker grabbed a cig from his pocket and pulled out a lighter that had another punk's pregnant image engraved within. That Todoroki bitch. She was one of his favorites, probably because she was temperamental and he liked idiotic punks with a bit of attitude. Just like them.

"Sorry, Boss." Deku said, bowing her head slightly. "Momo was being a bigger idiot than usual. She was thinking. Do you believe that, Boss?" The idea of a Punk like them thinking was so alien to her that she wasn't at all bothered by throwing her fellow punk under the bus. She deserved to get taught a lesson.

Bitch Breaker turned his attention to the black-haired bitch, a devious gleam within the shadows that covered up his eyes. "You've been thinkin'? Don't you recall what I told you 'bout thinkin', Momo?" He sounded rather gruff. And very dissatisfied with the knowledge that one of his girls had committed the cardinal sin of thinking. Then again, they were all slutty idiots. Of course one of them would end up slipping like this. It's just how sluts like them worked.

Momo nodded and scoffed. "Sorry, Boss. Can't help it, my brain's extra stupid. Giving me flashes of the past or some shit." She was honest about what she saw. Because she knew that the Boss would have a way to fix it. He always had a way of fixing them up. Whether it was when they were both so scrawny, or when they were still lacking in good appeal as punks.

"The past, eh?" He said, grinning as he tossed his cig to the side. Didn't need that beyond a few puffs. "What past?" He said, taking a step closer. All while looking deep into their eyes. Letting his devious gaze burn into theirs.

Just having his eyes look into theirs like this was enough to make the two sluts tremble all over. There was something about his attention that was one of the best things that they could experience. They loved it. Even if they couldn't articulate why they did. They could barely even understand what articulate meant, so of course they couldn't use good words to describe why they felt the way they did.

And his words. They were one of the strongest tools that he had at his disposal. It wasn't his rugged Bastard body, or the fact that he was able to fuck 'em until they couldn't walk. Hell, even though they probably wanted to focus on that extra fat and dirty sausage stuffed into his leather pants, they were more focused on his gaze and the words that left his lips.

What past, indeed? As they heard those words, it was like any thoughts about the past were violently punched into the back of their subconscious. They didn't need that shit. Because it didn't exist. What the Boss said was what mattered. And if the Boss said that they didn't have a past, then they damn well didn't have a past.

Momo went cross-eyed for a moment as her stupid brain caught up with what she had just heard. "You right, Boss. The hell was I thinkin'? We've got no past. We've always been your punks." She said, grinning as she remained stiff and obedient. "Hey, Deku, why the fuck didn't you just tell me that we didn't have pasts?"

"'cuz if I tried that, you would've just kept prattling, you bitch!" Deku shouted back at her partner, a trail of pussy juice running down her thigh. She was turned on by the Boss focusing on her. God, she wanted him to keep staring at her until he was ready to fuck her. She'd get all hard both below and above. Her nipples were practically begging for him to play with them, and her clit was throbbing beyond belief.

The two punks glared at one another. They were truly stupid. Even after their pasts had been kicked deep into their respective subconscious, they were still willing to fight each other just because it had existed. Even though they didn't know shit about that past and didn't care about it either.

"Girls, girls." Bitch Breaker said, grinning as his pants started to tent slightly. It felt damn good to watch them go at each other like this. But he still needed them to get along. They were punks, yeah, but they were still able to fuck each other up real badly if he left them unattended. Especially since they were both idiots. "Wait until I've fucked you both senseless before you start chewing each other out."

Momo and Deku nodded, and immediately dropped their argument. The Boss had told them to stop, and so they'd stop. It was as simple as that. "Then... What do we do, Boss?" Momo asked, not really knowing what to do. Especially while he was here. Of course, she wanted to fuck him and get him to fill her with even more kids so she could pop out a couple sets out sooner rather than later. But beyond that, her mind was kinda blanking.

Deku looked absentminded for a brief moment, as her mind had been mostly full of antagonistic thoughts towards her fellow punk. So having them pushed off to the side due to her Boss' demands made it a little hard to think about what mattered. "Like... Oh, duh." Then it hit her. "We want the same kind of treatment the better punks get, Boss!"

"Better punks? Idiot, there's no better punks. You're all idiots, no matter how fat your tits are or how many kids you've got squirming around in your belly." Bitch Breaker said, while running a hand through his beard. And yet, as he looked at the two, his cock certainly wouldn't stop throbbing. Damn, he always did a good job. To think these two bitches had been heroes just a few weeks ago. He did a damn good job on them. "...Tell you what, I've got an idea. Maybe that'll make you shut up."

"Great, one of the Boss' ideas. Don't be stupid and overthink things this time, Momo. You might just make him upset." Deku grinned a little. Sure, she wasn't going to outright antagonize her, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to tease her.

"'course not. Punks don't think." Momo shot back, though she kept on standing there even as Bitch Breaker started to circle them. She didn't know what the Boss was going to do, but she trusted him. She knew that he would do something to make 'em both think less and worry less about all this.

And the heavy moan that left their lips and echoed out was just the start of it. Because just as when he had first set himself upon them, after they had let their guard down following his first defeat, he slapped their asses as hard as he could. Letting his Bitch Breaker Quirk go into effect.

It was like he had slapped their brains. At least, that was the kind of debilitating effect that they felt. And with it, their butts started to gyrate and bounce just like a plate of jello that had been agitated. All while their eyes turned damn near empty from how hard he had spanked them.

He hadn't lost it. It had been a while since he broke a bitch with his Quirk, but it had worked again. Sure, his Quirk was rather destructive. To the point where the sluts weren't able to use their Quirks ever again, and were basically clean slates for him to build on. But that was useful for a Bastard like him that just needed a couple of sluts to be happy. And if they were durable, since all he really did was make them unable to use their Quirks consciously compared to outright terasing them, even better.

"Girls, can you hear me? Twerk once for yes, twice for no." Bitch Breaker said, and both of his sluts nodded and put their hands behind their head, visibly jerking up and down to make their cheeks clap together. But only enough to do it once, so they didn't disobey his order. "Good. Now stand still. The Boss is going to fix you both up."

Neither of the two girls reacted beyond abject pleasure as they felt his hands slide across their bodies. He had broken them, just like he had broken them back then. And it would take a lot of effort to put them back together. At least, if he wasn't the kind of man that he was. He knew that it was possible to properly restore the original girl if you took the time to put everything back together.

But he just shoved his fat fingers straight into their cunts to start them back up, and that usually did the trick. Indeed, their minds turned back on as both came the second he shoved his fingers into their holes, neither of them able to keep their arousals from peaking whenever he was around.

"Still squirting as much as ever. Good. Wouldn't want you two to go dry on me." Bitch Breaker said, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean. The taste of a punk's cunt was something else, a taste that he couldn't help but love. "So, girls, feel different?"

Both Deku and Momo looked at one another. Were they different? Didn't seem like it, honestly. They always had a massive skull tattooed across their upper torso, with their fat fucking tits acting as the skull's 'eyes'. Their bellies were also supposed to look like they were about to pop a few days from now. It'd probably be their... shit, how many kids had they popped out for the Boss?

Their hair wasn't different either, they were supposed to have half their hair shaved down and the other half brushed to the side, covering up one of their eyes respectively. Yeah, all of that was normal... Nah, really didn't seem like there was anything that was different about them.

"Not really, Boss." Deku said, one hand on her belly. Just touching it was enough to make her blush a little. Okay, she was maybe a little more sensitive. But that's what the Boss liked. That much she was sure of. So it probably wasn't something she should worry about.

Momo didn't worry about it either. If anything, she pushed her belly up against Deku just to get her to moan a bit more. She moaned as well, since she was stupid enough to tease another punk with her belly. But that didn't stop her, especially not from looking towards the Boss. "Nothin' wrong or different here, Boss."

Neither of them had understood their changes. Whether it was the fact that they were so much bigger than before, or the fact that their tits were now hanging out for anybody to see. They were idiotic punks. That stuff didn't matter to them. The only thing that mattered was their Boss being happy with them.

And he sure was happy, giving them both a much lighter slap across their bellies. Nowhere near strong enough to make their brains break, like a proper bitch's brain would after being slapped like that, but more than enough to make both of them gush again and leave another puddle of pure feminine cum on the ground.

"Then I don't see why you two are still standing around." Bitch Breaker said, grinning as he looked into their eyes once more. "You two girls have a job to do. Now you better get going, otherwise you're not going to earn your daily dicking." He concluded, crossing his arms as he delivered an ultimatum. Either they did what they had been ordered to do, or they got cut off from one of their favorite activities.

It didn't take long for the idiots to nod and grin to each other. Fuck that, they weren't about to go cold turkey. But before they'd head off and rob some bitches blind or even find new bitches that their Boss might like, each of them walked over to their Boss' side...

And gave him a kiss right on his bushy face, sandwiching him between their bellies in the process. It didn't matter that the act was more than enough to make them both squirt a little. They were just happy to show their Boss their love.

"Seeya, Boss! You better fuck us real hard when we bring you the goods!" Deku said, as she walked away. All while bringing emphasis to her ass. Letting each cheek bounce in such an utterly seductive and impossibly erotic way.

Momo followed suit behind her punk partner, slapping her ass and pulling her cheek slightly to expose her well-used holes. "We'll be ready for you later, Boss." She made it clear that she wanted a good fuck after all of this. Not even thinking for a moment about the past that she had been forced to forget. Why would she think about something that didn't fuckin' exist?

Bitch Breaker laughed as the two headed off. They really were an impressive set of punk sluts. And to think that they were some of the most promising heroes of the next generation. A little spank and he had broken them completely. Now they were the lowest of the low, common minions that did nothing but take their orders and obey them like they should. And if they really did what he had asked for...

Then he'd be swimming in a couple more bitches sooner or later. As long as they kept up the good work...

---

"Where are they..?"

Uraraka was on patrol. Alone. All because of the lack of proper heroes that were meant to be on the streets. She really didn't know where they had gone, or why they had disappeared. The only thing she knew was that she had to make up for their disappearance. That was part of why she had chosen to become a hero, after all.

And yet she was just one girl. There was no way that a girl like her was able to truly put up a fight against all sorts of villains. Which was why she was trying to find some of those heroes. Even the students, the ones that she had been taught alongside, would help. She just had to find them. Even if the act of finding them was a difficult one.

Thankfully, the gravity-controlling hero was able to pick up on a couple of clues that she thought would lead her to two of her fellow students. One of them being Yaoyorozu Momo, the smartest girl in her entire class, and Midoriya Izuku, who she had a bit of a crush on. She hoped that the rumors that she had picked up on were as true as they seemed, because those two would be a great help to her.

Although, it was weird that they had seemingly been seen in a couple of alleyways. Why would they just be hanging around in alleys? That seemed like a very strange place for people like them to hang out...

That's what she thought, at least. And then Uraraka found a scene that left her stunned. A scene that she almost immediately wished that she could scrub from her mind. A scene of pure degeneracy that honestly made her suit a little wet, even if she was wholly disgusted by the sight.

"C'mon, Momo. I wanna fuck a bit too."

"Get your own. And fix me a cig, I'm dying here."

There were two nearly identical pale-skinned punks, one currently bouncing on a policeman's lap. Though it wasn't hard to tell that she was actually bouncing on his cock, letting that shaft thrust in and out of her since the cop wasn't able to do anything. Whether it was because he was knocked out, or merely just weighed down by the massive punk on top of him, was something she wasn't able to tell.

But she could definitely tell that they were familiar. Not just because of the names that they used, but because of their looks. Sure, it was hard to look past all the tattoos that added to their punk vibe, but their hair hadn't changed colors. The bitch that was currently riding a cock was Momo, who currently looked nowhere near as smart as she had once been, and Deku was standing at her side. The latter caring a lot more about her appearance and getting a chance to fuck than pursuing even greater strengths for the sake of becoming the greatest hero...

"M-Momo! Deku! W-What happened to you?!" Uraraka cried out, not sure what she was supposed to feel. How was she meant to feel when faced with these two..? She couldn't tell. But she had to do something, right? That's why she was walking towards them. She just hoped that she could get through to them. If she could, then... then..!

Deku looked to the brunette that was coming closer, all while helping Momo light a cig. "Momo, you know a goodie like that?" She asked, puffing out a ring of smoke as she stared at Uraraka. Why did she look familiar...

"Nah. But she seems like she's ripe." Momo said, blowing out a cock made of smoke that went straight into the ring that Deku had made. "Y'got one of the Boss' collars?" She asked, all while letting out a subtle moan as she felt something pour into her. "Right on time too, this guy's totally empty now..."

Uraraka was shocked to find that they couldn't remember her. Then again, with how they looked... She really wasn't that surprised. But it still hurt to have them dismiss her like that. "Momo, Deku. Please. I can fix this. We can turn you back to normal. You just have to come with me. Please, this isn't you. You're not a pair of rude punks, and you're not supposed to be pregnant!" She tried to appeal to them. She tried her very best to talk sense into them. Hopefully, they would understand. That's what she hoped, from the very bottom of her heart.

But it wasn't enough. Especially since she got in range of both of them, prompting them to blow smoke at her. Thick, pungent smoke that immediately slipped into her lungs. And it was then that she realized that it wasn't ordinary smoke, because it was getting really, really hard to think straight.

"Don't know how you know us, girl." Deku said, before reaching into her bosom and pulling out a spiky collar. She kept one of these handy, because it's not like she could lug around the Boss always. Even though a collar was way less effective compared to one of his Bitch Breaker slaps. "But I know the Boss likes a pretty face. He'll love somebody like you, right before he breaks you."

Thanks to the smoke in her face, there's no way that Uraraka could stop Deku from slipping the collar onto her. And as soon as she snapped it on, that thing would never ever unlock again. Not that she wanted it to come off. Because her mind was already melting. Her thoughts were drooling down her thigh as well as down her chin, as she couldn’t handle what was happening inside her.

“Y’know, I don’t know why goody two shoes like her can’t handle a collar like that.” Momo said, crushing the cig in her hand before just casually tossing it away. “Not like I’m about to complain. Makes getting her back to the Boss a lot easier.”

“It’s ‘cuz these are collars meant for punks. As soon as you wear it, you start to end up like one. At least, that’s what the Boss told me once.” Deku said, waving all the smoke away from Uraraka so she could stare straight at her. “Better hope you’re prepared for your first day on the job, new slut. I can feel the kids kickin, so you’re going to get a special show.”

Uraraka didn’t understand. Nor did she really listen. She just nodded with her eyes having dimmed. Intelligence still drooling down her thigh. All while her skin slowly grew paler and paler. She was becoming a punk, alright. She just didn’t perceive it. Or perceive anything, for that matter. Still far too smart for that.

But it didn’t matter. Neither to her, nor to the punks that she tried to turn towards the side of good once again. No, all that mattered to them was the Boss. Whether it was being fucked by the Boss and likely giving birth right after for the punks, or just meeting the Boss and getting put in her place.

With their new prize in hand, Deku and Momo grinned at one another. Oh, the Boss was definitely going to be happy with this…