Izuku Midoriya blinked awake, his vision blurry and his head pounding. What… happened? The last thing he remembered was stepping into the U.A. lab to test a new support item for his hero costume. Now, he was lying on a cold, sterile table, his limbs feeling impossibly small. He tried to sit up, but his body didn’t respond the way it should. His hands—small, pudgy, and childlike—gripped the edge of the table as he pushed himself upright, his oversized shirt sliding off one shoulder.“W-what’s going on?” he stammered, his voice higher-pitched than usual, like a toddler’s. Panic bubbled in his chest as he looked down at himself. His legs barely dangled over the edge of the table, and his feet were tiny, socked, and helpless. I’m… small. This can’t be real. Before he could process further, the door to the lab hissed open. Momo Yaoyorozu stepped inside, her tall, curvaceous figure dominating the room. She was dressed in her hero costume, the crimson leotard hugging her hourglass frame, her legs impossibly long in their heeled boots. Her dark eyes widened as she took in the sight of him, her plump lips parting in surprise.“Izuku?” she said, her voice laced with disbelief. “What… happened to you?” “I don’t know!” Izuku’s voice cracked as he waved his tiny arms in frustration. “I was testing something, and now I’m like this! I’m a kid!” He tried to hop off the table, but his legs buckled, sending him tumbling to the floor. He landed with a soft thud, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.Momo was at his side in an instant, her long hair cascading over her shoulders as she knelt beside him. Her hands, warm and elegant, gripped his tiny shoulders, steadying him. “Careful,” she murmured, her tone soft but laced with concern. “You’re not used to this body yet.”“This isn’t my body!” Izuku protested, his voice squeaking. “This is… this is a nightmare! I can’t be a hero like this!” Momo’s expression softened, a small, amused smile tugging at her lips. “You’re still you, Izuku. Just… smaller.” Her gaze drifted down his body, her cheeks flushing slightly. “And… cuter.”Izuku’s face turned beet red. “M-Momo! That’s not helping!” She chuckled, a melodic sound that sent a strange flutter through his chest. “Alright, alright. Let’s figure this out.” She stood, towering over him, and offered him her hand. “Come on. I’ll help you to the couch.”Reluctantly, Izuku took her hand, his tiny fingers dwarfed by hers. She pulled him up effortlessly, her strength a stark contrast to his newfound fragility. As she guided him to the couch, he couldn’t help but notice the way her hips swayed with each step, the way her figure seemed to command the room. Focus, Izuku, he scolded himself. This is no time to be distracted.She sat him down on the couch, her movements graceful and deliberate. “Stay here. I’ll see if I can find any clues about what happened.” She turned toward the lab equipment, her ponytail swishing behind her.Izuku watched her go, his mind racing. Why is Momo here? Did she know about this? He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. His gaze drifted down to his legs, his tiny feet dangling awkwardly above the floor. How am I supposed to fix this? Before he could spiral further, the door opened again, and Mina Ashido bounded in, her pink skin glowing under the fluorescent lights. She was dressed in her hero costume, the white mask pushed up onto her forehead, and her bubbly energy filled the room. “Hey, Momo! Did you hear about—” She stopped short, her golden eyes landing on Izuku. “Oh my god. Is that… Deku?” Izuku groaned, sinking into the couch. “Yeah. It’s me.”Mina squealed, clapping her hands together. “You’re so tiny! Oh my god, you’re adorable!” She rushed over, dropping to her knees in front of him, her face inches from his. “Can I pick you up? Please? Pretty please?”“No!” Izuku protested, his voice rising in panic. “I’m not a toy!”Momo turned, her expression stern. “Mina, don’t tease him. He’s already upset.”Mina pouted, but her eyes still sparkled with mischief. “Fine, fine. But seriously, Deku, what happened? Did you get hit by a quirk or something?”“I don’t know!” Izuku groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I was just testing something, and now… this.”Momo returned to the couch, holding a tablet in her hands. “The support equipment he was using had some kind of malfunction. It’s possible the energy backlash caused this… transformation.”“So, how do we fix it?” Izuku asked, peeking up at her with wide, hopeful eyes. Momo hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line. “I’m not sure. The equipment is fried, and we’ll need to analyze it further. In the meantime…” Her gaze softened as she looked down at him. “You’ll need someone to take care of you.”“What? No! I can take care of myself!” Izuku protested, puffing out his chest in a feeble attempt to look brave.Mina burst out laughing. “Deku, you can’t even reach the doorknob!” “I’ll figure it out!” Momo placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch firm but gentle. “Izuku, it’s okay to ask for help. We’re your friends.”He sighed, his shoulders slumping. “I know… but this is so embarrassing.”Mina grinned, leaning in close. “Don’t worry, little guy. We’ll take good care of you. Right, Momo?”Momo nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “Right.”Izuku groaned, his face turning red again. This is going to be a long day.Before he could protest further, the door opened once more, and Jiro Kyoka stepped in, her earphone jacks swaying slightly as she walked. She took one look at Izuku and raised an eyebrow. “What the hell happened to you?”“It’s a long story,” Izuku muttered, sinking further into the couch.Mina grinned, leaning back on her heels. “Our little Deku here had a little accident. Now he’s all tiny and cute!”Jiro crossed her arms, her expression unimpressed. “Well, that’s… something.”Izuku groaned, burying his face in his hands again. Why me? Momo cleared her throat, drawing everyone’s attention. “We need to figure out how to fix this. In the meantime, we’ll need to keep an eye on Izuku.”Mina clapped her hands together, her excitement palpable. “I’ll babysit! This is going to be so much fun!”Izuku shot her a glare. “I’m not a baby!”Jiro smirked, leaning against the wall. “You sure look like one.”Before Izuku could retort, Momo intervened. “Let’s focus, everyone. We need to work together to help Izuku.”Mina and Jiro nodded, though Mina’s grin didn’t fade. Izuku sighed, leaning back against the couch. This is going to be a nightmare. But as he glanced up at Momo, her calm, determined expression easing his panic slightly. At least I’m not alone. Still, the thought of being taken care of by his friends—especially Momo—was both comforting and mortifying. What’s going to happen next? The answer came sooner than he expected.

Izuku Midoriya woke up in the U.A. lab, finding himself transformed into a small child, unable to move properly. Momo Yaoyorozu and Mina Ashido arrived, with Momo helping Izuku and Mina being excited about his new form. Jiro Kyoka also entered, and the group decided to figure out how to fix Izuku while keeping an eye on him.

Izuku Midoriya blinked awake, his vision blurry and his head pounding. *What… happened?* The last thing he remembered was stepping into the U.A. lab to test a new support item for his hero costume. Now, he was lying on a cold, sterile table, his limbs feeling impossibly small. He tried to sit up, but his body didn’t respond the way it should. His hands—small, pudgy, and childlike—gripped the edge of the table as he pushed himself upright, his oversized shirt sliding off one shoulder.

“W-what’s going on?” he stammered, his voice higher-pitched than usual, like a toddler’s. Panic bubbled in his chest as he looked down at himself. His legs barely dangled over the edge of the table, and his feet were tiny, socked, and helpless. *I’m… small. This can’t be real.* 

Before he could process further, the door to the lab hissed open. Momo Yaoyorozu stepped inside, her tall, curvaceous figure dominating the room. She was dressed in her hero costume, the crimson leotard hugging her hourglass frame, her legs impossibly long in their heeled boots. Her dark eyes widened as she took in the sight of him, her plump lips parting in surprise.

“Izuku?” she said, her voice laced with disbelief. “What… happened to you?” 

“I don’t know!” Izuku’s voice cracked as he waved his tiny arms in frustration. “I was testing something, and now I’m like this! I’m a kid!” He tried to hop off the table, but his legs buckled, sending him tumbling to the floor. He landed with a soft thud, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Momo was at his side in an instant, her long hair cascading over her shoulders as she knelt beside him. Her hands, warm and elegant, gripped his tiny shoulders, steadying him. “Careful,” she murmured, her tone soft but laced with concern. “You’re not used to this body yet.”

“This isn’t _my_ body!” Izuku protested, his voice squeaking. “This is… this is a nightmare! I can’t be a hero like this!” 

Momo’s expression softened, a small, amused smile tugging at her lips. “You’re still you, Izuku. Just… smaller.” Her gaze drifted down his body, her cheeks flushing slightly. “And… cuter.”

Izuku’s face turned beet red. “M-Momo! That’s not helping!” 

She chuckled, a melodic sound that sent a strange flutter through his chest. “Alright, alright. Let’s figure this out.” She stood, towering over him, and offered him her hand. “Come on. I’ll help you to the couch.”

Reluctantly, Izuku took her hand, his tiny fingers dwarfed by hers. She pulled him up effortlessly, her strength a stark contrast to his newfound fragility. As she guided him to the couch, he couldn’t help but notice the way her hips swayed with each step, the way her figure seemed to command the room. *Focus, Izuku,* he scolded himself. *This is no time to be distracted.*

She sat him down on the couch, her movements graceful and deliberate. “Stay here. I’ll see if I can find any clues about what happened.” She turned toward the lab equipment, her ponytail swishing behind her.

Izuku watched her go, his mind racing. *Why is Momo here? Did she know about this?* He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. His gaze drifted down to his legs, his tiny feet dangling awkwardly above the floor. *How am I supposed to fix this?* 

Before he could spiral further, the door opened again, and Mina Ashido bounded in, her pink skin glowing under the fluorescent lights. She was dressed in her hero costume, the white mask pushed up onto her forehead, and her bubbly energy filled the room. “Hey, Momo! Did you hear about—” She stopped short, her golden eyes landing on Izuku. “Oh my god. Is that… Deku?” 

Izuku groaned, sinking into the couch. “Yeah. It’s me.”

Mina squealed, clapping her hands together. “You’re so _tiny_! Oh my god, you’re adorable!” She rushed over, dropping to her knees in front of him, her face inches from his. “Can I pick you up? Please? Pretty please?”

“No!” Izuku protested, his voice rising in panic. “I’m not a toy!”

Momo turned, her expression stern. “Mina, don’t tease him. He’s already upset.”

Mina pouted, but her eyes still sparkled with mischief. “Fine, fine. But seriously, Deku, what happened? Did you get hit by a quirk or something?”

“I don’t know!” Izuku groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I was just testing something, and now… _this._”

Momo returned to the couch, holding a tablet in her hands. “The support equipment he was using had some kind of malfunction. It’s possible the energy backlash caused this… transformation.”

“So, how do we fix it?” Izuku asked, peeking up at her with wide, hopeful eyes. 

Momo hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line. “I’m not sure. The equipment is fried, and we’ll need to analyze it further. In the meantime…” Her gaze softened as she looked down at him. “You’ll need someone to take care of you.”

“What? No! I can take care of myself!” Izuku protested, puffing out his chest in a feeble attempt to look brave.

Mina burst out laughing. “Deku, you can’t even reach the doorknob!” 

“I’ll figure it out!” 

Momo placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch firm but gentle. “Izuku, it’s okay to ask for help. We’re your friends.”

He sighed, his shoulders slumping. “I know… but this is so embarrassing.”

Mina grinned, leaning in close. “Don’t worry, little guy. We’ll take good care of you. Right, Momo?”

Momo nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “Right.”

Izuku groaned, his face turning red again. *This is going to be a long day.*

Before he could protest further, the door opened once more, and Jiro Kyoka stepped in, her earphone jacks swaying slightly as she walked. She took one look at Izuku and raised an eyebrow. “What the hell happened to you?”

“It’s a long story,” Izuku muttered, sinking further into the couch.

Mina grinned, leaning back on her heels. “Our little Deku here had a little accident. Now he’s all tiny and cute!”

Jiro crossed her arms, her expression unimpressed. “Well, that’s… something.”

Izuku groaned, burying his face in his hands again. *Why me?* 

Momo cleared her throat, drawing everyone’s attention. “We need to figure out how to fix this. In the meantime, we’ll need to keep an eye on Izuku.”

Mina clapped her hands together, her excitement palpable. “I’ll babysit! This is going to be so much fun!”

Izuku shot her a glare. “I’m not a baby!”

Jiro smirked, leaning against the wall. “You sure look like one.”

Before Izuku could retort, Momo intervened. “Let’s focus, everyone. We need to work together to help Izuku.”

Mina and Jiro nodded, though Mina’s grin didn’t fade. Izuku sighed, leaning back against the couch. *This is going to be a nightmare.* 

But as he glanced up at Momo, her calm, determined expression easing his panic slightly. *At least I’m not alone.* 

Still, the thought of being taken care of by his friends—especially Momo—was both comforting and mortifying. *What’s going to happen next?* 

The answer came sooner than he expected.

A sudden transformation leaves Midoriya Izuku trapped in a tiny, toddler-like body, forcing him to rely on his busty, sexy caretakers for support and guidance. The caretakers, including Momo Yaoyorozu, Mina Ashido, and Jiro Kyoka, must navigate the challenges of caring for a miniature Midoriya while dealing with their own feelings and desires, leading to a series of lewd activities, public sex, and erotic encounters.

- **"Momo's Monster Surprise"**
- **"Deku's Tiny Transformation"**
- **"Midoriya's Mini Misadventure"**
- **"Busty Caretakers' Tiny Toy"**
- **"Deku's Humongous Harem"**
- **"Deku's Innocent Indiscretion"**
- **"Midoriya's Naughty Nursemaids"**

- "Momo's Monster Surprise" - "Deku's Tiny Transformation" - "Midoriya's Mini Misadventure" - "Busty Caretakers' Tiny Toy" - "Deku's Humongous Harem" - "Deku's Innocent Indiscretion" - "Midoriya's Naughty Nursemaids"

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- **"Momo's Monster Surprise"** - **"Deku's Tiny Transformation"** - **"Midoriya's Mini Misadventure"** - **"Busty Caretakers' Tiny Toy"** - **"Deku's Humongous Harem"** - **"Deku's Innocent Indiscretion"** - **"Midoriya's Naughty Nursemaids"**

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- "Momo's Monster Surprise" - "Deku's Tiny Transformation" - "Midoriya's Mini Misadventure" - "Busty Caretakers' Tiny Toy" - "Deku's Humongous Harem" - "Deku's Innocent Indiscretion" - "Midoriya's Naughty Nursemaids"