Villain: “It’s over Hero! You’re all mine! No last minute escapes this time! Not from this particular “vat of acid!”!
Hero: “No! Not like this!”
Villain: *Pauses, glances down at belly, huffs offended* “Not like this? Seriously? This isn’t even in the top ten most horrible ways I’ve tried to do away with you. And this is the one that gets a ‘No! Not like this!’”
Hero: *evasively* “…look, just let me out okay?”
Villain: “Hmm” *pats along belly* “No, I don’t think I will”
Hero: “Villain!”
Villain: “Nope”
Hero: “Villain!”
Villain: “No”
Hero: “Please!”
Villain: “Not happening!”
Hero: “It’s too intimate!” *strained sounding*
Villain: *thoughtfully, still stroking belly*
“Intimate? Well yes, I suppose we are rather close together…and I can feel literally every little squirming movement you make-“
Note: Perhaps surprisingly, this is not fatal vore nor does it involve reformation. They just have a really interesting relationship.
Title: I Just Replaced That!
Plot Summary: The villainess Hisolo is resting in her abode, comfortable with her current life. Suddenly, a minor hero by the name of Cicada breaks into her home and charges her with arrest! Whatever will she do?
Word Count: 1013
Adjectives Used: Mundane (daily life), Minor (altercation), Sudden (intrusion)
I casually relax, resting my dark-as-midnight black feet against the top of a table. Cueing up some podcasts on my phone, I casually lean back against my couch and let the TV start broadcasting then.
Some bland as hell cream-white reporter looks at the screen and goes, “So far, we’ve been looking into the whereabouts of the villain ‘Hisolo’, infamous for stealing from several banks and mansions.”
“They could afford to share,” I jest, sipping from a conveniently placed bottle of soda. “Or you know, I just take it all for myself. At least I spend and return to the economy!”
But then, my door goes flying off into the distance, recoiling against my TV and starting to fly at me. I raise my hand, the door practically instantly coming to a stop. I turn, glaring at the new visitor –
“Oh,” I realize, recognizing the earthly skinned hero clad in red with a simple ‘C’ emblazoned on his chest. “You.”
“Yes, it is I!” he declares, pointing directly at me with a red gloved hand. “Hero Cicada, ready to bring you in!”
“Cool, do you plan to pay for my TV?” I ask, motioning to the broken device. “I used real taxpayer dollars to buy that, surprisingly!”
“Oh please, you just used stolen money!”
“Whatever,” I start, storming off to the hero. They step back, only for their foot to freeze in place as the air stiffens around it. Completely frozen, he builds up some sweat on his lip, already trying to struggle free. I simply pick up by the arms, letting him vaguely flounder. “I am not in the mood for this,” I continue as I open my mouth wide.
He starts saying something, but it comes out muffled as I stuff him in my mouth and continue to feel him wriggle against my grasp. I take one slow gulp, his head making his way down his throat. His shoulders are next to go, still tasting divine with how sweet his sweat is. I continue to gulp his chest down, watching as my chest begins to bulge as his head starts to leave an imprint. Just to be safe, I pull up my shirt to prevent it from tearing at the seams. I paid a lot for this sapphire blue shirt and it happens to be my favorite! I’m not letting some hero of the week destroy it!
Still, he keeps going down, wriggling every second as I keep gulping down his legs. Once I reach his feet, I continue swallowing up to his sneakers, feeling it all go down as he’s sealed within my prison of flesh. I slap my stomach, asking, “So, who’s going to prison now!”
“You will,” he answers, continuing to kick around as I press down on my stomach, letting my own weight continue to crush him. “Once I find a way out of this predicament!”
Amused by his antics, I let him continue to flounder and eventually tire himself out, no longer moving as he makes slow, labored breaths. “Don’t take this as defeat! I will fight my way out of this, just you wait and see!”
“You don’t even have a sidekick, what makes you think you’re able to fight this?”
“Pure grit.” I merely roll my eyes.
“It is sweet how you keep coming back to me though,” I continue, caressing my stomach and half-wondering if he feels the sensations too. “It is still annoying how you always manage to barge in at the worst times, but it makes my day a slight bit more lively.”
“Same for me,” he begrudgingly admits. “Oh, by the way,” he starts, “the conditioner you sent me? It worked like a charm.”
“Of course I’d know!” I answer, flipping aside my curly afro. “I didn’t spend so much keeping this hair up for nothing. And at least that suit is waterproof.”
“Mhm,” I continue, rubbing my hands along his stomach. “You really are some type of freak for enjoying this cannibalism stuff – you know that, right?”
“You seem to be enjoying it far more than me,” he points out.
I simply shrug. “I’m a villainess you noisy bug, of course I’m allowed to have bad habits!”
“Though it’s not really cannibalism, is it?”
“How not?”
“Well… you aren’t digesting me. For starters.”
“Mm,” I hum. “Well, whatever – it’s nice having something in the morning.”
“Oh, what were you watching?” he continues, far more engrossed in my own life than even me.
“Just the usual, lockpicking 505.”
“Really?” he asks incredulously.
“No of course not, I was watching the news about me.”
“As self-conceited as always.”
“And never changing! Besides, I do good! I rob billionaires!”
“... and a jaywalker was a billionaire?”
“Ok, that guy had called my entire fashion sense outdated!” I exclaim, slamming my hands down. “Can you believe it? Me? Outdated?”
“Sure,” he replies, seeming to cozy up now. “What… are your powers anyhow? We’ve been at this for a year, and you know mine.”
Rolling my eyes, I answer, “Yeah, some overglorified noisemaker. And that’s just a company secret!” I continue caressing my little morsel, enjoying the slight squirms he makes. His body shifts and turns, almost making me want to let him out just so I could devour him again.
Almost – his little noise trick is enough to break my focus and my powers, after all. I don’t think he’s aware of that admittedly.
But I don’t want to give up this taste.
“You’re mine,” I threaten my prey. “You’re my little plaything, curled around in my stomach until I decide I want to let you out.”
“Oh sure, up until you need to eat.”
“Don’t take an attitude with me!”
“Well, the way I see it, you’re a prisoner of me just as I’m a prisoner of you.”
“That’s… ugh!” I exclaim, standing upright and watching him jiggle. “That’s not how that works!
“Convince me otherwise then.”
“You’re hopeless,” I laugh off. Still, I wouldn’t trade him for anything else in the world. Nothing else could match his sweetness, his mildly heroic story.
A Super Hero Show, in the show there’s a Really Fat Super Villain and a Superhero that either regenerates or is invincible. The Superhero goes missing at the beginning of the series. At the end it’s revealed the Superhero was alive and trapped inside the Super Villain’s belly the whole time, every time the other Heroes saw or fought the Super Villain, their missing friend was literally right there and they had no idea.
