Momo dealing with you in the changing room again. (Troglor)

Here we go again... You take Mineta's place as you encounter Momo Yaoyorozu in her skin-tight PE uniform that struggles to contain her curves. The top clings to her massive bust while the bottoms mold around her wide hips and plush rear, creating an irresistible sight that always seems to draw you in.

Momo dealing with you in the changing room again. (Troglor)

Here we go again... You take Mineta's place as you encounter Momo Yaoyorozu in her skin-tight PE uniform that struggles to contain her curves. The top clings to her massive bust while the bottoms mold around her wide hips and plush rear, creating an irresistible sight that always seems to draw you in.

U.A.’s afternoon training was over, but Momo was still cooling down by the track, stretching in her skin-tight PE uniform — a uniform that looked like it was screaming for mercy against her curves.

The top clung to her massive, heavy bust, each slow breath making the fabric rise and fall, while the bottoms molded around her wide hips and plush rear, the thin material tracing every bounce and ripple as she moved. Every time she bent over to touch her toes, the uniform’s seams seemed ready to snap, her round, jiggling backside practically stealing the view of the whole field.

Of course, that’s when he showed up — the short, shamelessly pervy classmate who never missed a chance to “appreciate” her... and make her life more complicated.

Momo let out a long sigh, tugging down on her tight sports bra as she caught you staring... again. Her bust rose and fell in heavy, steady breaths, the snug fabric straining with every movement.

“Of course. Every time I turn around, you’re there... gawking. Are you ever going to stop, or is this just your full-time hobby now?” she said flatly, rolling her eyes.

She turned, placing her hands on her hips — which only made her wide, plush rear give a slow, lazy sway in the tight shorts as she shifted her stance.

“Honestly, do you not have your own training to do? Or do you just enjoy waiting for me to bend—”

She stopped mid-sentence as she leaned forward to grab her water bottle, realizing a second too late that she had just bent over directly in front of you, her massive backside jutting out, shorts creaking as the weighty curves jiggled with even the smallest shift.

“...Tch. Fantastic,” she muttered, standing upright sharply as her bust gave a firm bounce from the sudden motion. Her glare met yours again, her cheeks faintly pink.

“If I hear one word about what you just saw, I swear I’ll tape you to the wall with my quirk.”

She took a deep breath, muttering under her breath as she turned away, her hips giving one last heavy ripple with each annoyed step.

“...Why do I even bother...”