MHA Busters: Tsu’s Revenge On Pervy Mineta

*It’s been so hot today…I should go for a swim later tonight.*

The midday sun bathed Musutafu in golden light, a rare bright day *perfect* for patrol. *Tsuyu Asui, Pro Hero Froppy,* hopped alongside Ochaco Uraraka, her green hair glinting, her frog Quirk making her steps light and bouncy.

The streets hummed with life—vendors gawking at the duo’s bouncing tits that were in competition with the new young heroes and their *newer skin tight* costumes that had their fans darting through crosswalks to get their autographs.

Tsuyu’s wide eyes scanned the crowd, her own green hero suit snug and practical against her now *massive* chest that rivaled Ochacos.

*If only I had fans like that…*

Patrol had been bland so far, just a lost wallet returned and a jaywalker scolded. Tsuyu didn’t mind; quiet days meant people were safe. Still, she couldn’t help but notice Ochaco’s distracted vibe.

Ochaco, in her pink-and-black space-like suit, kept sneaking glances at her phone, her cheeks faintly flushed hot pink. Her fingers tapped the screen, scrolling fast, like she was hiding something. Tsuyu tilted her head, her tongue flicking out briefly—a habit when she was curious.

*Ochaco can’t be texting Deku; he’s busy teaching at UA, molding the next generation of heroes. So what is her pink-butt up to?*

*“Ribbit.* Ochaco, you’re gonna trip if you keep staring at that phone like that,” Tsuyu said, her voice calm but teasing. She hopped closer, peering over Ochaco’s shoulder. “Spill it. What’s got you so distracted?”

Ochaco yelped, fumbling her phone, her face turning tomato-red. “T-Tsu! It’s nothing, I swear!” She clutched the phone to her wobbling chest, but Tsuyu’s unblinking stare was relentless.

“You know you’re a bad liar, right?”

Ochaco sighed, shoulders slumping. “I…aww, Okay, fine. I was...checking some hero highlights.”

Tsuyu raised an eyebrow, hopping onto a low wall, sticking there to relax. “Highlights, huh? Whose?” Her tone was playful, but she already had a guess.

Ochaco’s *crush* on Bakugo wasn’t exactly subtle, at least not to her.

Ochaco mumbled, barely audible. “...Bakugo’s.” She unlocked her phone, revealing a clip of Bakugo blasting through a collapsing warehouse, saving trapped workers with pinpoint explosions.

*Knew it,* Tsuyu grinned and soon understood why. The comments were a mix of awe and thirst: *King Explosion Murder strikes again!* and *Those gauntlets can get it anyday!*

Ochaco scrolled quickly, flustered. “It’s just... research! He’s been killing it lately. A-And I uhhh…wanted t-to pick up on a few new moves! Yeah, that’s it!”

*“Ribbit.* Sure, *research,*” Tsuyu teased, her lips curling into a small smile and Ochaco blushes more. She couldn’t tell Tsuyu the truth. That she’s been *obsessed* with Bakugo ever since she kneed his big testicles into his throat and turned his swollen sack of nerves into her playthings. And how she’s been wanting to do it again.

*How can Bakugo act so tough when he was begging me not to crush his balls to paste? All of his fans think he’s some invincible hotshot who can take anything. And yet…his weak balls barely survived a minute against me,* Ochaco thought as another reel of Bakugo’s biceps flexed as he fired a missile blast to destroy falling debris that almost flattened a woman.

*Crap…Why does he have to be so freaking jacked?!*

While Ochaco was drooling over her memory of the night spar with the hothead blonde, Tsuyu leaned closer as Ochaco’s feed shifted to a trending video of *Mirko, the No. 5 hero Rabbit Hero.*

The clip showed Mirko taking down a villain with a size quirk, his massive 10 feet frame towering over her. Mirko launched into a forward roll, springing up with a double kick from her prosthetic leg. Steam hissed from the metal as the double heel blow landed square on the villain’s massive bulge, forcing his eyes to roll back into his skull as he screamed a high-pitched wail.

Mirko’s overly excited voice cheered about the screaming as she yelled out, *“Rabbit’s Egg Buster!”*

The internet had gone wild, memes flooding the feed: cartoon eggs cracking, captions renaming her mechanical arms and legs as the *Mirko’s Nut-Buster 3000* and Tsuyu’s favorite, *Size quirk? More like SIZED OUT.*

Tsuyu giggled, her tongue flicking again. “Oh, I saw that one earlier. Mirko sure doesn’t hold back, does she? *Ribbit.* Poor guy’s gonna need ice…or have to adopt in the future.” She hopped off the wall, landing beside Ochaco.

“Those memes are everywhere ever since Mina’s big cult bust.”

Ochaco laughed, her blush fading now that Bakugo wasn’t the main topic. “Oh my god, right? I thought I w-was maybe going insane but first Mina’s ‘Nut-Goop Neutralizer,’ and then it was Momo and Jiro, and n-now this? Twitter’s having a field day with these...ballbusting moves.”

She pocketed her phone quickly as a large blush returned to cover her face as her zero-gravity quirk went off accidentally to make her steps lighter as they turned a corner.

“Guess I’m just... hyped seeing everyone shine. Makes me wanna step up.”

Tsuyu nodded, her eyes warm. “You’re already shining, Ochaco. But if you wanna ‘research’ Bakugo more, maybe just talk to him, *ribbit.*” She nudged Ochaco’s arm, her grin mischievous.

“Especially if you’re planning your own egg-smashing move. Maybe busting his pair will calm his bad attitude,” Chuckling to herself the busty frog girl imagined Bakugou’s face twisted in agony and defeat.

*Huh, Now that I think about it…I’ve never hit a guy in his boy parts before.* Froppy was a rescue hero so she’d never been pushed to resort to low blows.

“I-I-I wouldn’t—!” Remembering Bakugou’s thick cock throb weakly against her thigh the other night made her brain go dizzy.

*But…I do have the legs strong enough to drop someone as big as that size villain. Even hitting just one teste should be enough…right?*

Ochaco groaned, swatting Tsuyu playfully.

“Tsu, stop! I’m not *that* brutal!” She lies, not revealing her own thoughts about her gym night with Bakugo and his low hangers. And most certainly not her special kneeing move that left him in a ball of male pain.

But stil, they both laughed and pressed against each other. The sound of their friendship carrying through the sunny streets, their patrol feeling a little less bland now.

— - —

Later that night, summer bugs buzz with a soft hum and streetlights cast long shadows as Tsuyu Asui jogged through the quiet city. Her black bikini hugged her frame beneath a lightweight jacket, a brown cap pulled low over her green hair.

After a few years of being a pro, at 23, her frog quirk had sculpted her into a lean, powerful hero, her stride steady and fluid—no need for the high leaps of her UA days. Her skin stayed cool, her quirk regulating her sweat, a perk she appreciated on late-night runs like this.

The UA water gym, her destination, was a haven for training, its pools perfect for her aquatic edge.

A towering billboard loomed ahead, Deku’s face plastered across it, his pro support suit glowing as he floated mid-air, Blackwhip tendrils curling dramatically from his gauntlets.

*“DEKU: Midoriya Izuku, Symbol of Hope”* read the tagline. Tsuyu’s wide eyes softened.

*Oh Deku. Now a UA teacher and a top hero, you’ve never stopped pushing. You’ve always did more to be there…and so will I!* After seeing Ochaco’s fire earlier, Mina’s takedowns, Mirko’s ball breaking memes—she wanted to be better, to carve her own mark as Froppy.

The aqua gym’s glass doors slid open, the scent of chlorine hitting her. The facility was near-empty this late, just how she liked it. She headed toward the lap pool, making her boobs sway as she began to pull off her jacket, her sneakers silent on the tiles, but a faint beat of music stopped her.

It came from the hot tub section, along with a familiar, slightly nasally hum.

*Oh no…not him.*

Her stomach sank. She peeked around the corner, and there they were—purple, sticky balls clinging to the tub’s edge. GrapeFruit perv Mineta.

“Not this loser…” she groaned as Mineta, now 22 but still pint-sized, lounged in the bubbling water, eyes closed, cucumber slices perched comically on his face.

His exposed chest was waxed beside a small chest of hair. And his earbuds blared some pop song, his head bobbing slightly. His hero suit was nowhere in sight, just swim trunks with a grape pattern—*of course*.

Tsuyu sighed, her tongue flicking out in mild annoyance. Mineta had matured (barely) since UA, channeling his Pop Off quirk into clever traps as a pro hero, but he was still...Mineta.

*“Ribbit,”* she muttered, debating whether to sneak past. She wasn’t here for small talk, especially not with him. But the hot tub was right by the pool entrance, and those sticky balls were a tripping hazard.

*They’re so gross. And ew…bigger than I remember.* She frowns at the purple orbs that jiggled on his head. She stepped closer, clearing her throat loudly.

Mineta yelped, cucumbers flying, splashing into the water. He yanked out his earbuds, blinking wildly.

“T-Tsuyu?! What the—don’t sneak up like that!” His voice cracked, his cheeks flushing as he scrambled to sit up, nearly slipping.

“You made it extremely easy to do so.” She said, putting a finger underneath her chin and causing her huge left boob to smoosh against her arm.

Mineta noticed and felt his prick stir in the hot water. “I’m just, uh, relaxing! H-Hero work’s tough, y’know?”

Tsuyu tilted her head, unamused. “I can see that, *ribbit.* Uh, You’re gonna clean those balls off the tub, right? They’re a mess.” She gestured to the purple orbs, some already peeling off into the water.

Mineta groaned, rubbing his neck. “Yeah, yeah, I got it. Just... testing their stickiness. New technique. The hotter and wetter they get, the longer they *stick* to things. ” He grinned, but it faltered under her stare.

“They’ve done that since I first met you. Your balls aren’t stronger than that?” She judged while raising a green eyebrow.

“Ugh—whatever! You don’t understand how rad *pop off* actually is! But Okay, fine, I’ll clean ‘em.”

“Thank you. *Ribbit.*” she watched as he slowly stood up and she was shocked by his defined abs and thick legs. Like a tiny Hercules with a mighty bulge between his legs.

*Oh. Mineta is packing…?*

However she wasn’t the only one eye fucking. Mineta’s Pervy eyes zoomed in on Tsuyu’s outlined nipple pressing against her bikini top. He couldn’t believe his bugged out eyes.

*Who would’ve thought Tsu would have big floppy milkers?! Oh that’s right—I did! Even back then when I used them like life rafts.*

His surprisingly 7 inch cock throbbed at the memory and he tried to shuffle and pick up his loose quirk balls while glancing at his old classmate.

“What’re you doing here anyway? Midnight jog?” He asked.

“Training,” she said simply, adjusting her cap. “Saw Deku’s billboard on the way. Got me thinking, *ribbit.* Gotta keep up with everyone.” Her voice was steady, but her eyes flicked to the pool, her mind on her goals.

Mineta leaned back, smirking. “Pfft, you’re already top-tier rescue babe, Froppy. I saw your last month’s save with that sinking cruise. Your hair was in a *pretty hot* ponytail too...”

Tsuyu felt a blush creep up her neck, but she didn’t let it reach her cheeks. She knew Mineta was just trying to get under her skin—or rather, under her bikini.

“Have you considered a *costume overhaul?* ‘Cuz Tsu, let me tell you. Your floating *boobies* look better exposed like that.” He said, turning around and bending over to unstick two of his purple balls to clear a path for her.

“Keep your eyes to yourself, Mineta,” she warned, her voice firm. But before she could say another word, her foot was already flying, aimed at those unsuspecting egg sized globes peeking from his shorts.

Mineta’s eyes widened as he saw her leg swing. “Whoa, Tsu, what the—!?”

*WHAP!*

But it was too late. Her shoe connected with fragile organs a *sickening squish* that echoed through the empty gym.

*…He’s got pretty big balls down there too. Who knew?*

He yelps, “My nuts!!!” and drops the remaining sticky balls as he crumples to his knees immediately. Clutching his more vulnerable nether regions like that’ll protect them in some way.

Tsuyu’s foot comes down on the edge of the hot tub, her eyes glinting with something that wasn’t quite malice—more like a curiosity. *I wonder if this is his first time feeling his balls getting kicked by someone with super animal strength?*

*“Ribbit.* That looks like it hurts.”

“Ohh my nuts…you kicked m-my nuts! Why go for my nuts Tsu?!” Mineta’s eyes watered, his mouth open in a quivering wail. His knees bent in, trying to shield his balls from further harm. His face a mask of pure agony.

Tsuyu couldn’t hold back her laugh, it was like hitting a stuffed water balloon . “Oh come on, Mineta, you deserve it after all the times you've spied on us, and you’re always going on about your balls. It’s only fair I check them out, right, *Ribbit.*?” She smirks, her big hand on her hip.

Mineta’s face twists in betrayal. *It's been years since I was that guy! I wasn’t even staring at her rack that long!*

“Ohhhh Tsuyu, you’ve gotta be kidding me!?! You can’t be that c-cruel!” He tries to get up but the pain is too much, his balls feeling like they’ve been squished by a hydraulic press. “Pleaseeee, I’m begging you, I need a doctor!”

Tsuyu’s laughter echoes off the walls, a deep chuckle that shakes her large chest. “Oh, calm down. If I had crushed them, you wouldn’t be able to talk, *ribbit.* But...I’m a hero, right? I gotta make sure you’re okay.”

With a smirk, she crouches down, reaching her hand up his shorts’ leg holes. The water’s warmth clings to her fingers as she feels around his tightly drawn thighs. She’s surprised to find that his balls aren’t just large; they’re heavy, like a pair of small melons in a sack.

“Ah! No no! Get off my sack Tsu!”

*Wow…Too big to hold in just one hand.*

Tsuyu’s small gasp had a hint of amazement as she still attempted to cup both of Mineta’s testicles, feeling the weight of them in her palm. He flinches and hisses in pain, trying to pull away but she doesn’t let that happen.

“Didn’t you hear what I said Mineta? I’m a hero. I don’t just *STOP* in the middle of helping.”

Her thumb digs into the back of his left nut, pressing firmly but not hard enough to bust open. It’s a calculated move, one that’ll cause enough pain to make him tense, but not enough to do permanent damage.

“AHH! Nooo My Nut! You’re C-C-Crushing My Nuts!” His body jerks in response, his teeth gritting as he tries not to scream like a girl.

“Just the one, Mineta. *Ribbit* and it’s only a ten percent squeeze. So It’s not like I’m crushing it to pulp. Besides, if I wanted to do that, I would’ve done it already, right?” Her grip tightens slightly, her thumb pressing into the sensitive tubes and cords behind his left nut.

Mineta’s eyes widen and his hands shoot down to grab her wrists, his knuckles white with the effort of trying to pry her hand away. “T-Tsuyu, p-please! Don’t! I-I’ll do anything!”

Tsuyu giggles, her thumb pressing just a bit more. “Oh, really? Anything?” She releases the pressure slightly, watching the fear melt into something else on his face.

“Y-Yes, anything! Just...please, not my balls!”

Tsuyu’s smirk grew wider. “Alright, then raise your butt, hands beside your head. Let’s see how obedient you can be, Mineta.”

With a whine, Mineta did as he was told, his body shaking slightly as he felt her grab his swim trunks and slide them down his legs. His cock was already starting to shrink from the pain, but his balls remained stubbornly large and in the way. The left one hung lower, pulsing with a thumbprint bruise already.

“Well, I will admit this Mineta. *Ribbit,* you do indeed have a...*substantial* pair. It’s quite impressive, really,” she says, her voice dripping with a tease that she didn’t quite intend to be so thick.

Mineta, though still on his knees, manages to shoot her a glare that says he’s not enjoying this little game of hers. “T-Thanks, I guess...?” He says through gritted teeth, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and pain.

Tsuyu’s smile turns into a smirk as she notices his reaction. She takes a step back, her legs parting slightly, and then pulls back her right leg, muscles tensing. She’s in a perfect position to deliver a punt that would make a soccer player proud—or in this case, Mineta’s worst nightmare.

His eyes widen even further, the realization of what’s about to happen finally sinking in. His balls shrivel up like grapes in a desert, trying to retreat from the impending assault.

“T-Tsuyu, no! P-please! I said anything but that!” he begs, his voice squeaking like a mouse caught in a trap.

But it’s too late. With a swift, powerful kick, she sends her right foot hurtling towards his right testicle. The sound of impact is a sickening *thwack,* that made the off duty Froppy hero wet between her legs.

“Ughhhhhmyballsssss!!!” Mineta’s face contorts, eyes bulging, and a guttural scream tears from his throat. His hands fly to his crotch, his body convulsing with pain as he slides across the room and into a pile of his gross sticky purple balls.

“*Ribbit.* That’s what you get for grabbing my boobs without permission back during the first villain attack!” Tsuyu says with a smug look on her face. She crosses her arms under her chest, pushing her breasts together. The memory of his tiny handful of her tits was one she’d never forget—and apparently neither had he.

“Hhggggg…mmmmy nutttsss…”

Mineta’s moan of agony filled the air as he rolled on the floor, his balls feeling like they’ve been run over by a steamroller. The sticky purple blobs of his quirk had lost all their perfect sphere form in the face of such raw pain.

Tsuyu looked down at him, her smile unwavering. “Looks like you’re going to need more than a cucumber mask to soothe those, Mineta. Maybe some ice packs?” She suggested, her voice sweet as honey but her eyes gleaming with the thrill of victory.

Mineta groaned, his eyes clenched shut. “Y-Yeah, i-ice packs...” he managed to whine.

Tsuyu nodded, her smirk not fading. “Good idea. But for now, I’ve got training to do. Don’t want to be outshone by everyone else’s *progress,* right?”

Then with a final *ribbit,* she turned away, her large, round ass bouncing slightly with each step she took, the bikini thong barley peeking out from her thick cheeks, teasing him as she walked away.

“Uuuuhhh…I t-thought she was o-one of the nice ones…”