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I am sorry, but we are getting the film about a guy trying to escape whale's stomach, after being accidentally nommed, with good looking animations/cgi/vfx, thriller-esque mood, and on top of that with the release in Voretober?!
I am intrigued ngl! Deffo gonna give W.halefall a try once it comes out, either in cinema or somewhere else.
These Violent Delights | Chapter 12 (Final)
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My Hero Academia | Unwilling Prey! Mineta, Unaware Pred! Izuku, Morally Gray Observer(s)! 1-A girls. Graphic Digestion, Pred Whump/Sickfic, Dead Dove: Check the tags!
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Izuku: medical examinations, tw: disposal/diarrhea mention (not very graphic), weight gain (mention)
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Mina:
Kink awakening, external POV of graphic digestion, tw: implied masturbation (underage)
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Izuku sat up, his back popping as he stretched. He looked around in the dimly lit room, and placed a hand on his belly, assessing the ache within. It was much better than before. He checked his phone– just after four in the morning. He glanced down at the floor where Shouto had shoved a guest futon in between his desk and bookshelf so that he could camp nearby in case Izuku needed help in the night.
He smiled fondly down at the boy, really letting himself look in the light of the moon. He blushed, but reveled in the freedom to take in Shouto’s face for as long as he wanted. His friend wouldn’t notice while he was asleep, so Izuku allows himself this selfish act, admiring the way the moon glow shimmered in his white hair and danced across his high cheekbones.
Shouto had been so kind and attentive during all of it, it really made Izuku’s heart clench with hope that maybe there was something more there. Shouto had insisted on staying when Recovery Girl had arrived, and Izuku hadn’t minded one bit. He recalled his observations to her, his voice taking on a clipped but tight tone as he recounted Izuku’s pain, the rapid swelling, the vomiting, the rock hard belly.
(And while he really wished that his crush hadn’t witnessed him at his lowest, it was nice to know that it hadn’t bothered him, that he’d remained by Izuku’s side).
She’d done a quick exam to verify his vitals (and that he wasn’t having a current medical emergency) and told him that she’d do a more careful exam once Mr. Aizawa arrived to chaperone.
Recovery Girl had gone to talk to Jirou and Mina next, coming back to inform them that the water had simply contained some ginger and lemon and that Mina had increased the acid production to aid in quick digestion.
He remembered furrowing his brow. It didn’t really make sense, but really not much of last night had. He’d had such an intense reaction to the curry, gotten ill so quickly–
Mr Aizawa had shown up around that time and Shouto had launched into the explanation all over again, making sure to note that Momo had agreed to call an ambulance but had called him instead. Sensei grumbled about all his ‘problem children’, but Izuku also felt his heart warm when his teacher brushed his sweaty bangs from his forehead and asked in a genuine tone how he was feeling. It was nice… being cared for.
Recovery Girl poked and prodded and listened to his guts with her stethoscope for long minutes. He recounted to her everything he’d eaten that day and the last. She asked awkward questions about his diet and bathroom habits, any past gut issues. Other than an appendectomy, he’d always been in good health. She’d taken a vial of blood for a test.
She said that his body seemed to be returning to normal function, but asked him if he still wanted to go to the hospital for a scan and monitoring overnight.
Shouto had tried to insist, saying that whatever had happened was not normal. That Izuku must have had something amiss internally. Izuku had insisted that he was feeling miles better after Mina had intervened.
They’d speculated for a moment on if it could possibly be due to his quirk reacting to the stomach bug, but Mr Aizawa said that it would have been a very odd manifestation for a power storing quirk.
Mr. Aizawa hadn’t been thrilled to see the damage to the bathroom. But he put in a work order for the cracked floor and toilet seat, while grumbling that Izuku had at least managed to damage something replaceable, instead of his bones.
Recovery Girl had helped him sit up to chew up a few of the chalky stomach soothers that Momo had made earlier, then gave him two painkillers and had him drink half a bottle of water before she was satisfied.
Izuku had just wanted to sleep. Recovery Girl had used her quirk on him after he’d snuggled back into bed and was still giving Mr Aizawa strict instructions for his care as Izuku felt the heavy pull of sleep dragging him under.
His stomach gurgled noisily and brought him back to the moment. He sighed. He supposed that he knew this was coming. Through the cramps and discomfort last night, he’d been lucky that he hadn’t developed the shits as well. But there was only a delaying of the inevitable. His guts were working again, shunting everything in the correct direction, afterall.
He hissed with a tingle of pain that accompanied movement, his abdominal muscles strained from the evening spent hung over the toilet heaving violently.
Mr. Aizawa had told him in no uncertain terms that he was to return to school for the last two days of the week. He needed rest and rehydration and could leave his room 24 hours after the last time he vomited.
Izuku didn’t argue. His friends were more than willing to help out, to bring him meals, keep him company and refill his water as needed. He was very lucky to have them.
He carefully made his way to the bathroom, his socks silent on the floor. His belly still felt heavy, weighed down with the huge meal he couldn’t account for.
He pulled up his shirt in the bathroom, assessing his swollen middle as he prodded it carefully. He was still bloated, but it was much less than before. And it had moved deeper in him during the night– his body pumping whatever he’d digested, lower and lower and lower. His guts sat heavy in his hips, tilted outward and a little obscene.
He frowns when his fingers find a little hard lump, just below his navel, deep in the winding twists of his innards. He presses in and feels it shift and then loses it in the soft flesh below his fingers. He hums and puts it from his mind.
He sits on the toilet and pulls out his phone. He navigates to the hero news site he likes best and scrolls to find the results of All Might's fight. He’s relieved that his hero had won hands-down– a knock out that had driven the villain back and toppled him into the river, where his quirk had quickly deactivated and he’d been arrested successfully.
His stomach cramps as he relives himself, and he tries not to push. He distracts himself with the app, scrolling through other notable headlines as his body purges itself. He’d been worried that once the vomiting had stopped that the diarrhea would quickly follow, but he was relieved to feel a normal amount of urgency grip him.
He finished up in the bathroom, sleepily washing his hands and running his toothbrush around his mouth. His guts burble noisily, shifting things around now that there’s more room. He pulls his shirt up one last time, looking at the heft of the food left inside him. Fuck, he was gonna have to hit the gym hard as soon as he was better to get rid of the inevitable weight he’d put on from this. Sighing, he dropped his shirt.
It was still too early for a shower, even though he desperately needed one. He rubs his sore belly as he shuffles back into the bedroom. Shouto was just stirring when he snuck around his desk.
“Ya’kay?” He asked, his voice raspy from sleeping with his mouth open.
Izuku nodded and crawled back into bed.
“Feeling a lot better, actually.” He said and flopped back down into his still sleep-warm covers.
“Don’t… scare me like that again.” Shouto says quietly.
Izuku snorts and shakes his head. He hoped so too. He never wanted to experience anything like that again.
“I don’t plan to.”
His stomach growls in agreement, loud and demanding and they both laugh.
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Mina lay in bed, the moon shining brightly through the gossamer curtains. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, adrenaline coursing through her and keeping her from resting.
It had been long hours since her friends had signed off for the night, but she found herself unable to join them. She wanted to text the group to see if any of them were in a similar state.
They had really done it. Mineta was gone.
She’d done it with her own hands. She pulls them from under the blanket, the cool moonlight dancing across her pink skin. She remembers how it felt to press her hand against that rigid belly and force it to her bidding. Izuku, bless his heart, had been completely unaware of the nightmare cacophony that had erupted from his insides as she had worked. She’d felt it against her palm, the moment that Mineta panicked. She didn’t need Jirou’s hearing to detect the muffled screams of agony as the acid pooled quickly around him and ate through his body.
Izuku had kept up a keening, groan of discomfort, keeping the others in the bedroom from hearing Mineta’s final moments, but she had borne witness to the whole thing. She’d felt her face flush, her heart race– the danger of detection and heady power over both their bodies swirling into a wild, confusing, exhilarating, breathless experience.
Mineta had writhed and trembled under her hand, under Izuku’s relentless stomach walls. She’d heard his last gurgles, the choking and gagging, the last wheeze of agony before all that was left to hear was the protests of a stomach determined to succeed.
It had changed something in her. Fundamentally. She knew that something had been rewired in that moment. It terrified and thrilled her.
She had done that.
Yes, the others had helped. But she had found the man online selling the ability to shrink living beings, she had concocted the plan to involve their classmates, she had served the curry, she had the opportunity to stop Izuku from taking that fateful bite and done nothing. She’d listened to him chew and swallow, then choke. She’d patted his back, as Shouto fretted over him. And then, when Izuku was pale with pain, shivering on his bathroom floor, she had taken action. Only a thin layer of muscle, sinew and fat lay between her hand, and Mineta’s destruction. Her quirk had finished him off. Izuku was the weapon, but she was the wielder. This was her kill.
And she thought… that maybe the shift had been one of guilt. She’d been so sure of their plan when they’d started, but then things went so wrong. She was terrified that at any moment Recovery Girl or Sensei would burst in and take over– that they would realize in time what was happening inside Wonderboy’s guts. That one of the other girls would cave or that some evidence would tie back to them once they’d extracted the hunk of meat from Izuku’s belly at the hospital and realized what it was.
But, that hadn’t happened. The shrinking solution had done its job again as Izuku drank, rapidly resizing the body in his belly as long as it was twitching. Until his last heartbeat. She’s pressed in again, using her quirk to force the acid to a higher PH, feeling the shrunken body start to dissolve and break down at a rapid pace.
Izuku’s face had been one of grateful relief and she’d felt a strange urge to laugh hysterically when he thanked her. She should be thanking him, though he wouldn’t understand.
No… there was strangely no guilt. Hours later, after the heady relief had simmered, she took out the feeling again and examined it.
She was alone, and there was no one that would judge her. Her mouth was dry so she grabbed a sip from the cup on her bedside. She swallowed slowly, tracing the liquid’s path into her with a delicate finger down her throat. Her mind filled in the fantasy, imagining a small squirming body in its place. She traced her fingers down her sternum, settling her hand over her own stomach.
She shut her eyes and concentrated, feeling her own body react to her quirk. Her stomach growled as she pumped more acid into it, coming alive under her palm. She imagined how that rapist would have looked, pummelled and tossed by the strong walls, covered in sticky bubbling acid. Dissolving, unspooling, liquifying into something completely unrecognizable.
She moaned and squeezed her legs shut, finally allowing herself to acknowledge the low simmer of arousal that had been flooding through her for hours.
Oh fuck…
Yeah, this was probably, definitely awakening something weird in her.
Trying not to analyze it too much, she allowed her hand permission to drift down, down, down…
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☢️Summary for skippers☢️
Izuku wakes up and watches Shouto sleep for a while. He gets up and uses the bathroom, and takes time to look at his bloated belly again. He returns to bed and Shouto makes him promise never to scare him like that again. Izuku– and his growling stomach– agree.
Epilogue:
Mina is having a difficult time falling asleep and contemplates the changes to her psyche that killing someone via digestion has done to her. She realizes that it’s turned her on and that she may be developing some strange new things to explore.
These Violent Delights | Chapter 10
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My Hero Academia | Unwilling Prey! Mineta, Unaware Pred! Izuku, Morally Gray Observer(s)! 1-A girls. Graphic Digestion, Pred Whump/Sickfic, Dead Dove: Check the tags!
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☢️Chapter specific tags & trigger warnings☢️
External description of digestion, hurt/comfort, Shouto is not have A Good Time, implied domestic verbal abuse/parents arguing, brief mentions of blood
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Mina runs her hands through his sweaty hair, and he turns enough to blink one eye open towards her. Attention won, she reaches over and grabs the waterbottle, always keeping one hand on his gut. She pulls open the spout with her teeth and offers it to him. He shakes his head. She frowns and offers again, more insistent.
“I’ll just throw it back up.” He moans. Surely, she must know this.
She sets it back down and pulls one ear of his headphone up.
“You’ve already digested so much in just a few minutes,” She says, and he tries to focus on his middle, which he had been decidedly working to ignore. The pain was still present, but not as urgent. And his gut now worked steadily, churning more easily than before– the taut, bloated feeling sinking into something more… heavy and satisfied, “This really will help a lot. Like a magic cure-all.”
He huffs out an exhausted sigh, considering. All Might cries out victoriously in his ear, sending rubble into the stratosphere with a well placed Detroit Smash. His endurance is legendary, and Izuku wants to be just like him.
Begrudgingly, he reaches out a shaky hand and takes the water bottle. His head feels like a bowling ball on his neck when he pulls it off the toilet seat, but the movement mercifully doesn’t increase his nausea. She renews her efforts on his stomach as he shakily brings it to his lips.
He pulls a few sips at a time. Swallowing carefully and allowing it to settle before trusting another pull. It’s cool and crisp and refreshes him. It’s got a very mild taste for something that’s supposed to be herbal. It hits his stomach like a cooling balm. She was right. It’s like he can feel it shrinking under her palm in real time– the prickling on his skin vanishes and he shudders in relief. She presses the bottle back up and he obeys, drinking deeply.
“Slow…” she reminds him. He pulls away, tilting his head back and basking in the glorious relief. He feels it reach his churning stomach and immediately get to work on the bloat. Minutes pass as he works through the bottle, swallowing again and again, feeling better with each pull.
Finally, she pulls her hand away, and sits observing him as he finishes the last few sips. He sets it down on the floor next to the toilet with his final swallow, moving his hand to cup the swell of his middle.
The strange roiling feeling in his gut is gone. He pulls his headphones down to rest around his neck as he explores his middle with his fingers. It’s strange. It still feels heavy and bloated, but not tight like before. And the weight has… settled, deep inside of him. The hard flesh and unyielding pressure given way to something soft and malleable. His stomach gurgles and churns audibly, finally processing whatever had troubled it, but without the looming threat of expulsion. It’s just… doing its job now.
His shoulders relax as he takes a deep, satisfying breath.
“I don’t know what you did, but thank you.” He says, feeling exhaustion pull at his consciousness. He wants to crawl into bed and not get out for a couple days. He looks up to meet her eyes, grateful tears in his own.
She has a weird look on her face, her eyes trained on his belly.
“Yeah, of course, Izuku. I’m glad you’re okay.” Her voice sounds a little strange, garbled.
There’s a noise in the doorway and he turns to see Shouto peek his head in, eyes full of worry.
He manages a smile tiredly and the tension in Shouto’s shoulders relaxes.
Just as his friend goes to step into the bathroom, there’s a knock on the bedroom door. Shouto turns and opens it, revealing Iida. He’s got his cell phone out and looks panicked.
“Mr Aizawa just informed me that Midoriya has taken ill! I am here to offer any assistance I can as class rep!”
Yay. More audience.
Iida barges in, takes in the situation and is quickly manhandling Izuku back into bed. He’d never realized that Iida was large enough to carry him like he weighed nothing. It hurt his pride a little bit. But he was too enamored with the victory of not barfing all over everything to care too much.
His gut flips for an entirely different reason, when he notices the jealous frown on Shouto’s face. He bits his lip and files that tidbit away to unpack and obsess over later.
They settle him into bed and Shouto pulls Momo to the side while Iida lectures Izuku about the proper protocols to follow when feeling ill. Apparently, there was a lot he’d done wrong. It wasn’t really his fault. He was completely at the mercy of his body for the last hour.
He tries to pay attention, but the heated discussion between his other friends quickly draws his attention.
“You said you were calling an ambulance!”
“How would they get on the school grounds? I called Sensei to ask what to do. I explained what was happening and he said he would head our way and send Recovery Girl. Need I remind you that it’s her job to contact emergency services if an illness is too great for the school to handle?” She hisses, her voice defensive and with more edge than it usually held.
He’d never heard them argue like this. They normally got along fairly well, only butting heads when it came to studying.
“Did you explain his exact condition?” Shouto accuses.
“Of course, I did,” She says dismissively, crossing her arms, “Look, I get that you were worried, but it’s all worked out, right?”
Mina and Jirou hover near my bed and I catch the moment when they side eye each other.
“And if it hadn’t!? I’m not sure what you’ve been studying this year, but I sure know when to recognize an emergency.”
All of them stop.
Did… Shouto just roast her? Izuku blinks rapidly at the ceiling. A warmth spreads through him when he processes how protective Shouto sounded.
Momo’s voice is icy as she replies. “I just followed what Sensei said to do. Izuku is fine now. It was just bad indigestion or something and you both overreacted. Mina fixed him in a few minutes flat! I’m sure Recovery Girl will back me up.”
“Hey–” Izuku croaks out and waves his noodle-weak arm in their direction, “Stop fighting. I’m too tired for drama.”
Shouto shoots Momo a dark look, but drops it. He’s glad that they listen to him. Izuku doesn’t like it when people argue. It reminds him of being little and long afternoons in his room, the background of raised voices going on for hours. Listening to Kacchan had become routine over the years, so that doesn’t bother him as much. But when his friends, who usually get along fine quarrel… well, it sets his teeth on edge.
It’s awkward afterward and Jirou breaks the silence.
“IIIIIIIII’mmmm gonna go. Izuku–glad you’re not barfing anymore. Text me if you need anything.”
Iida nods and stands too. “I’ll accompany you out and wait downstairs to escort Recovery Girl up.”
“Do you think I should stay?” Mina asks, her voice unsure. She’s not looking to Izuku, but Momo.
“I think we have it handled.” Momo says, her voice tight.
Mina crosses the room with the other two, but places her hand on Momo’s arm, giving it a quick squeeze as she walks by. He wonders what that’s about.
Then it’s just the three of them. Shouto comes to take Iida’s spot at Izuku’s side and Momo collapses onto his desk chair. Shouto’s eyes are soft when he looks down at him, and he runs his hand through Izuku’s hair, frosting it again. It feels amazing, and Izuku hopes that these small gestures of care don’t stop now that they’ve crossed that boundary.
“Do you need anything?” Shouto murmurs. “Water? Another blanket?”
Maybe a shower? He doesn’t like how sweaty he’d gotten, how gross he must look. But he doesn’t have the energy. He shakes his head and mutters his thanks. Shouto’s eyes, usually closed off and unfathomable, still show a tinge of worry.
“I’m feeling so much better. Really.”
Shouto’s mouth works, his jaw clenching.
“What did she do?” He asks.
Izuku shivers and places a hand on his belly under his blankets. It still feels rocky and weird, but also strangely deflated. After feeling that awful, panic-inducing tightness for so long, he definitely appreciates the reprieve.
“I’m not sure. I don’t know if my stomach was working right or it was stuck… It’s like she… turned it back on?”
He glances into Shouto’s eyes and feels himself flush to his ears. Shouto is staring at him intensely.
“You were in so much pain, Izuku. I’ve never seen anything like that.” Izuku tries not to let his eyes flick to the horrid scar on Shouto’s face, wondering about the pains Shouto had witnessed and endured in his life.
“I’m sorry…” Izuku doesn’t know what else to say. Shouto huffs and rolls his eyes, some of the tension draining from him.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. You couldn’t help it.”
Izuku nods and they fall into silence.
He feels… stretched thin. Exhausted. His guts gurgle again and he swears he can feel something draining deeper inside of him. His eyes flutter as he fights to remain awake. He’ll still have to talk to Recovery Girl and Sensei. He doesn’t look forward to explaining every embarrassing bodily fluid that came out of him, nor does he know how to explain how absurdly large he got, and how quickly Mina was able to force him to digest… whatever was in there.
Because, he knows now that there was something in there. It couldn’t be gas, and it didn’t really make sense for it to be old digested food that got pushed back up. It was — hard. It had form. It was too big for him to vomit up. He’d felt as his stomach had worked on it– turning the hard, solid lump into the warmth that was seeping its way through his guts now.
Nothing like that had ever happened to him, ever happened to anyone that he’d heard of.
He’ll just shut his eyes for a moment and rest until Recovery Girl gets there. His eyelids are so heavy he can barely keep them open anyhow. He feels Shouto pull the blanket further up his chest, tucking it around him.
He shifts and his stomach gurgles. He lets out a tiny burp. It tastes weird, he thinks faintly, barely conscious. It tastes like pennies.
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☢️Summary for skippers☢️
Izuku drinks the last of the shrinking solution and it works to lessen the pressure inside of him. Iida arrives and gets Izuku into bed. Momo reveals that she had not called for an ambulance, instead opting to contact their teacher. She and Shouto argue about it. Izuku asks them to stop.Jirou, Mina & Iida leave and Shouto has a tender moment with Izuku, while they wait for the teachers to arrive.
These Violent Delights | Chapter 9
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☢️Chapter specific tags & trigger warnings☢️
TW:Graphic/hard digestion, rapid digestion, shrinking, Graphic character death, misogyny/incel rhetoric (the tiniest hint that he’s catching on that SA isn’t chill), stomach noises
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Mineta is nearly unconscious, his eyelids flickering as time starts to feel funny. He can no longer tell where the edges of him end and the walls of the stomach begin. Maybe he will fuse to it, trapped here in limbo. Becoming another organ entirely– something that served without thought–without pain. Just a tool for a job. Izuku could use him like that– he wouldn’t mind…
There is a low groan around him, building and rumbling as the walls shake suddenly. He blearily blinks his eyes open. Not quite sure why he did that, really. It’s not like he can see anything.
Does it feel… hotter? He moves his head, untucking it slightly from his chest. A long thin trail of acid leaks from above him, running down his face. He feels another hot trail burn down his shoulder, then back. He shuffles, trying to avoid the stinging drips.
He is so very tired.
The stomach groans again and then squeezes– that low churning squeeze that it used to do frequently until his girth pressed the wrinkled walls to stretched thin membranes of shaking flesh. It starts at the bottom and rolls up, like a firm massage. He feels more acid leak out. One trickle, then two. Then four, and eight and suddenly all of the walls have reslicked themselves with acid, dozens of stinging trails that instantly coat his blistered skin in agonizing refrain.
He howls and begins to writhe as the walls speed up their contractions, squeezing nearly constantly, waves of pressure that move up and down his curved spine as it works to churn him into nothing.
He kicks out again and again, trying to uncurl his back, to shove his elbows into soft flesh. The acid stings his eyes and he screeches like a wild thing, his old friend fear curling up inside his ribcage. Adrenaline makes its final ride through his body, his heart pumping in renewed fervor, his lungs sucking in the last few precious molecules of air. He doesn’t keep it inside of him long, however– using every bit of strength in his diaphragm to push it back out in a mighty yell.
The stomach groans, and acid rains down in a heavy deluge. It’s maddening and overwhelming. He can feel it rising around him, pressing into every nook and cranny as the accompanying heat and sizzle boil his skin. He thrashes and shakes his head as he feels the acids rise up his chest, pushing his head into the little pocket of air at the top of Izuku’s stomach. He presses his face into the acid-leaking flesh, feeling the rough undulating opening scrape against his cheek.
He won’t die like this– he won’t! He cries out again, his voice tinged with a new, animal sound as the acid reaches his shoulders. He panics, knowing that the last space for air is dwindling so quickly that he has but mere moments to live.
His voice catches then, and he shakes and shakes, thrashing back and forth and causing the acid to splash around. Perhaps he can make Izuku sick again and drain the fluid! After the last time he felt that the air had even felt cleaner- like during the dry heaving and coughing, Izuku had managed to swallow some new air.
He had to make him know he was here! How could he not know!?
The acid reaches his chin. He presses his face desperately to the top of the stomach and fights to push his arms away from his chest. The stomach walls are strong and resist his efforts.
The acid pools into his ears, a hot burning sting and he shakes his head. He feels it soaking into his hair, little daggers in his scalp. He growls in frustration, completely trapped. It surges up his face, and he tilts his head back as far as it will go, so that just his mouth and nose are above the boiling acid.
No… no… not like this–
He can’t feel his body anymore. There are occasional sharp stings as the nerves give one last panicked flail, but his body doesn't seem respond to commands. He takes in one last shuddering breath, places his mouth right under the esophageal sphincter and bays in agony and rage and betrayal for the final time.
The stomach writhes around him, a cacophony of glorps and gurgles as it steadily fills. Acid pours into his mouth, choking off his cry and slipping down his throat. He chokes and gags, gargles in terror and then finally, in his last moments, inhales.
It burns all the way down. It pools into his nose, gushing into his sinuses. The deluge swirls into his choking lungs, filling them with fiery blooms of pain as the thusfar untouched nerves inside of him alight. He can’t scream anymore– the acid is eating at his throat, his vocal cords, and the last of his air has been expelled. His chest spasms, and Izuku’s stomach acid fills his throat again, this time flooding down his own esophagus, filling his belly. He heaves and vomits it back out, only for more to pour down against his will as his body tries to breathe.
There’s a high ringing in his ears. A buzzing in his blood. The stomach schlops around him, now mashing with even more delight as there seems to suddenly be more space. The sound is muted underwater, but he can hear the eager churn as his body is battered around in the constant mixing waves. He can’t see, but he has the profound feeling that if he could his vision would be tunneling. His body spasms, the walls around him are really moving now. He can feel himself breaking apart, breaking down. He’s tossed in the roiling gut, holding on to the last remnants of consciousness as cool liquid pours down the throat above him and splashes onto his head. The buzzing, feeling increases. His body twitches, and spasms. He feels himself moving even more freely, the space around him growing and becoming more chaotic as the stomach took back control. Dominated him completely.
With his final thoughts, his mind flashes to the girls that he was apparently “atoning” for. He sees them in fractured clarity, their faces (their fear), the way they wanted him but didn’t know how to ask (was that right?), the way they couldn’t say no (yeah… he’d liked that they couldn’t say no to him anymore.)
He does have one regret. It swirls through his fractured mind. He wished he’d been born with this quirk so he would have perfected it. He would have never been caught then.
Fucking bitches.
The stomach wall squeezes, tumbling his shrinking, spooling body through the murky contents within.
His body spasms. And is still.
Around the remains, the walls wrinkle and fold back into position. They begin to churn mercilessly, almost with relief. A dancer with the spotlight and music restored, a machine freshly oiled. It churns, growling in delight at its task. The stomach alights with vigor once more, returning to its solitary and sacred duty of turning matter into life.
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☢️Summary for skippers☢️
Mineta succumbs to 1200 words of graphic digestion.
You’re welcome.
Izuku’s body warred against him, muscles grinding, acid sizzling. Occasionally it rebelled completely, strong muscles lifting him and shoving him against the top of the stomach, attempting to get rid of him. But he had long passed the point where he could fit into that small wet tube. The pooling contents surged up and around him, gushing through Izuku’s throat and bringing a small bit of relief each time from the creeping itch that had settled into his skin.
But without the other food, there was nothing for Izuku’s stomach to work on but Mineta. No buffer of curry. The new acid pooling around him, sizzled on contact with his skin.
He was exhausted, the fight knocked out of him as the heat rose. The buzzing sensation that he associated with growing larger had tapered out, the expanse of time between lengthening. It was like his body knew that it had reached the limit of the space that contained him. The fleshy cage was packed full.
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Mineta's gotten in a bit over his head, and his classmates took their revenge-- feeding him to an unsuspecting Izuku.
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There’s a jolt and the hand Mineta’s trapped in rises suddenly. Light nearly blinds him for a moment before he loses his balance and tumbles forward. Heat surges up towards him suddenly and he has only a moment of a dizzying fall before he lands in a painfully hot sludge of curry.
What!?
He gasps and struggles in the thick viscous fluid for a moment before his face is free, and he takes a deep gulp of air. Spice and heat sting his eyes and he fights to wipe his face with hands also thoroughly coated in curry.
What the fuck!? WHAT THE FUCK??
He struggles frantically, and starts to feel himself get sucked down into the stew.
No— oh God, no! Oh fuck!
Realization struck him as what they had meant comes into sharp focus. They had shrunk him and thrown him into the dinner that his classmates would be consuming! They meant for him to be eaten! ——
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Mineta woke up in a black void. He groaned and rolled over, feeling a strange tingling sensation in his whole body. His muscles felt sore like he’s been beaten or worked them to the brink of exhaustion. He pushed himself up, feeling the strange wooden surface beneath him. It wasn’t polished like the floors of the gym, which is where he’d thought he was. The last thing he could remember was going into the locker room to change after a hard afternoon of running hero drills in All Might’s class.
He stood on shaking legs, and stumbled blindly forward, arms outstretched. After a few steps, he became acutely aware that he was naked.
“Hello!?” He yelled, waving his arms to see if the lights in here were on sensors.
Had he passed out in the locker room? Why had the others left him there?
“Is anyone there? Denki? …Guys? This isn’t funny!” He asked, coughing weakly and continuing forward. Finally, his hands found a wall, and it had the same strange burred wooden feeling as the floor had. He ran his hand down the wall as he walked along it, trying to feel for— anything. A door, the lockers, a lightswitch. Something to help him understand where he was.
He reached a corner and found an identical wall stretching out to his left. He followed it for a while, finding nothing but rough grain in an endless stretch.
Anxiety curled in his gut as he reached a second corner. He followed the next wall to a third and then finally around to a forth. When he touched the fifth right-angled corner, he nearly groaned in agonized despair as he confirmed what he’d been worried about.
He was in a box.
He jumped, trying to gauge how tall the box was. He couldn’t reach the top. Maybe there was something in the middle? But the idea of leaving the walls scared him. The only thing he’d be sure of in the middle would be the floor. The rest was a dark void.
“HELLO!!!” He yelled, wondering if he was having a nightmare. This would certainly be a novel one. He pinched himself, hard, on the arm. Great now his arm was sore and he was still in the fucking box.
He heard a strange sound and suddenly the box jolted to the side. He slammed into the wall and fell to the ground, crying out in shock as fear gripped him.
The box swayed this way and that and he was tossed around on the wooden floor, occasionally rolling into the wall as he tried to steady himself. An earthquake!? It went on and on, and he fell into somewhat of a stupor– focusing heavily on trying to spread his limbs out to keep the rocking from throwing him around so much. The wood was rough against his naked skin and he hissed in pain as he was rubbed raw.
Finally he felt a strange swoosh in his gut, like he was falling and then the box jolted. The whole box had moved then? Maybe he was trapped in some kind of shipping container? Those were normally metal, though…
He dizzily pushed himself onto his knees, panting for breath after the effort of withstanding the rough journey.
He could hear something on the other side of the wall, whispered voices, a door closing.
“Hello!? I’m stuck in here! Who’s out there!!”
He pressed his ear to the wooden wall, hoping to gather more information.
Oh god… what if he’d been captured by villains? Cold ice runs through him. It wasn’t the first time they LOV had targeted his class. Mr. Aizawa still had some bandages around the worst of his injuries from the attack at the USJ!
He hears the shuffle of something in the room beyond the wall. Silence and then…
A voice. Strange and mechanical– like the artificial voice of a modulator, or an old computer trying to read text aloud.
“Minoru Mineta. You are here only because of your own actions. We have tried to solve the problem through proper channels, but have been met with disbelief.”
He tilts his head, his brow furrowing.
“We know what you did to those girls in middle school.”
His gut clenches. How? The new quirk he’d gotten his last year of middle school was supposed to keep people from finding out his secrets. That was the point!
“Their memories are starting to return. We know that you drugged them and used their bodies for your own will. They did not consent for you to do that.”
Well… not exactly correct. He didn’t need drugs. That’s what the quirk was for…
Still their accusations weren’t far off.
“We also know that you have done that same thing to one of your current classmates.”
Ice floods through his veins. She’d been so… irresistible. He had to take her. She would have never been brave enough to initiate herself. He saw the way she looked at him, knew that she secretly wanted him. But… how had anyone found out? And why wasn’t his new quirk working on them!?
“We don’t know exactly how you’re doing it, but we suspect that your quirk may have more to it that you’re not being honest about. We don’t have proof and the adults don’t believe us about your real quirk.”
He growls, frustrated for them to be so close to the truth, but still so wrong. He almost wished that his kidnappers would let him explain. The story was very good, afterall. The voice cuts off his train of thought.
“But we know what you do. We know what you are. And we are going to be heroes and put a stop to it before you hurt more people.”
Hah! Heroes! He rolls his eyes. He’d experimented with this quirk when he’d first gotten it. Using it in front of authority figures. He knew that it kept them from really seeing what was happening, kept them from thinking about it too hard. So they thought they’d captured him and the teachers or the police would help? Well, they had another thing coming!
“We want you to know that what we will do to you is what we have deemed just. A similar crime. We drugged you, and used a quirk on you against your will. We will now do something to your body that you do not consent to. An eye for an eye. We will give you a few minutes to prepare yourself, and think about what you have done that’s led you to this moment.”
Wait… did that mean that they weren’t planning on turning him in? What did “do something to your body that you do not consent to.” That… didn’t sound good. Then again… if they planned to do something similar to what he had done… how would they know that he wouldn’t consent to it? He might be down. And then their plan would backfire.
So maybe they meant something else. They planned to hurt his body in one way or another.
He’d have to be ready when they came. There must be some kind of door, seamless and smooth with the wall. He takes the sticky balls of hair from his head, preparing to use them to fight or flee and positions himself a little away from the wall.
When the entire ceiling of the room opens suddenly, he’s completely unprepared. Very little light seeps in, but he can make out a huge looming figure above him, their face entirely in shadow. He screams as a gigantic hand reaches in and scoops him up.
Is that… Mt. Lady?? His heart flutters wildly at the thought of what the debut hero might do to him. His fantasies are quickly dashed as the fingers grip around him– too tight! – and he’s lifted rapidly from the box.
His head swims at the dizzying speed of the motion. He struggles wildly in their grip and is held tight. He tries to bite, to use his hair, to activate the secondary quirk his parents had saved up for, but nothing works.
This is not Mt. Lady. Of course, he wouldn’t be that lucky.
He’d paid for the deluxe sniff box earlier that year, getting small samples of each of the top female heroes' scents' mailed to him each month. Her scent (sent to him in March) was a mix of a floral perfume, a specific brand of orange zest hairspray and a line of hand cream she did adverts for that was cherry blossom scented. He smelled none of that surrounding him now. If anything it smelled more like metal? And sweat. The palm he was in was definitely sweaty. He was a weird dude, he fully acknowledged that. But he wasn’t really into this. He liked his ladies clean.
He tries to scream, to protest, but finds that all he can do in the tight hold is a weak grunt. This wasn’t anything like the giantess porn he’d indulged in online. Every squeeze of the fingers threatened to squash him like a bug. And while a small part of his mind bloomed with arousal as the thought of what this giant woman might do, of all the naughty places she might hide him, another more animal part of his brain knew that he was in mortal danger. And at the end of the day, that part won out.
A harsh whisper that he doesn’t recognize says, “He’s distracted, I sent F down to talk to him and he’s on a tangent about protein shakes. We should move now!”
There is a clatter of objects and harsh whispers that he can’t make out. He hears a click and small shafts of warm lamplight break through the tight hold of the fingers around him. He tries to wiggle his face so he can see, but he’s held too tightly.
The rocking motion from before returns and he realizes that it’s the sensation of being carried by the walking giant. He struggles as he recognizes the sound of a door opening and closing.
The giantess easily made it through the door and out into a brightly lit hallway. Wait… that meant that they were either in a colossal building…or he had been the one to change size. Icy sweat broke out all over him at the thought. How had this happened!?
They’re walking down a long hallway, and then the sensation of stairs. He can hear voices getting louder and tries to make out what they’re saying.
It hits him like a truck that he recognizes some of the voices.
That’s…Kirishima’s booming bravado, and he can hear Iida lecturing someone about that days’ math assignment. He can hear someone playing Mario Kart as they pass the living room. Why are they here? Someone… in the dorms was doing this? More than one someone. But who?
He’s still trapped between clenched fingers and has no idea who his captors are. There were no clues, except for the fact that they lived on at least the third floor. He’d lost count of the flights of stairs as they’d descended dizzyingly.
Who the fuck out of his class would have the audacity to do something like this? Sure, there were pranksters, but this was too far. And how had they figured out those things about the girls? It wasn’t like he’d left any evidence. That’s the whole fucking point of his new quirk! The freaky doctor had guaranteed it’s effectiveness!
The warmth and smell of the kitchen envelops him and he can hear a new set of voices join the din.
“You’ve gotta do preworkout to make maximum impact,” Bakugo’s voice is calm for once as he explains his process, “It’s not just about making healthy choices– you’ve got to really strategically plan your macros around the times you’ll be needing the fuel.”
He can’t hear who he’s talking to. A near deafening voice speaks up and he’s shocked to recognize Mina’s voice. It came from right above him. Was she the one who had grabbed him? Well… it did kind of make sense. Ashido gave off weird-alien-sex vibes. But… the skin his face is pressed up against is not pink. She must be standing right next to whomever was holding him. He shakes himself out of his contemplation when he processes her words.
“Bakugo, we’re gonna go do a massive study sesh soon. Is this ready for plating?”
“Huh?” Bakugo takes a moment to respond, “Oh, yeah, it’s been ready for a while. I put some bowls out on the island. There’s green onion already chopped in the fridge.”
“Great! We’ll get it!” Mina says and he feels his carrier start to move again.
“Just stir him in?” The harsh whisper returns and he doesn’t hear a reply.
Stir him in? Who him? Me him!?
Mineta’s mind short circuits. Wait… what were they planning?
There’s a jolt and the hand he’s in rises suddenly. Light nearly blinds him for a moment before he loses his balance and tumbles forward. Heat surges up towards him suddenly and he has only a moment of a dizzying fall before he lands in a painfully hot sludge of curry.
What!?
He gasps and struggles in the thick viscous fluid for a moment before his face is free, and he takes a deep gulp of air. Spice and heat sting his eyes and he fights to wipe his face with hands also thoroughly coated in curry.
What the fuck!? WHAT THE FUCK??
He struggles frantically, and starts to feel himself get sucked down into the stew.
No— oh God, no! Oh fuck!
Realization struck him as what they had meant comes into sharp focus. They had shrunk him and thrown him into the dinner that his classmates would be consuming! They meant for him to be eaten!
He struggles frantically along the top of the curry, the heat and sticky nature of the stew keeping him from making much progress towards what he thinks is the wall of the crock pot. He can’t help the loud sobs from leaving him as the spice burns and the heat threatens to overpower him.
“Fuck, this is hard to watch.” The hoarse whisper returns.
“Just… here—” Mina says, sounding put off. MINA— his classmate, Mina. His brain feels raw at the thought of her participating in something like this. He doesn’t recognize the other voice, but he knows it must be one of the girls.
He feels the stew start to swirl around him, and through hazy vision sees a ladle get added to the pot, circling to the far wall of the large container before steadily advancing– a red wave of potatoes, carrots and meat surging towards him in an inescapable sauce tsunami. He screams right as the wave hits him, burying him in burning food.
“Can you put rice in the bowls?” Mina asks someone, sounding calm, like this was normal for her. The bowls clatter on the counter and he can hear the beep of the rice cooker opening.
Fuck them. FUCK THEM BOTH! When he gets out of here he’ll make sure they pay. They won’t get away with this. The bubbling stew atop him is heavy and he struggles to the surface. Black dots swim in his vision as darkness threatens to consume him, but he manages to just pop his face above the liquid in time, taking deep, shuddering breaths. He feels himself rising rapidly and realizes that he’s in the ladle.
Things roil around him again and he claws frantically for the surface. He’s dumped into a bowl of white rice. Another heavy pile of stew is ladled on top just as soon as he takes another shuddering breath and he begins the swim upwards again.
“DINNER!” He hears Mina’s voice call out towards their classmates. He reaches the surface and gasps into the cooler air. It’s still stifling with the soup all around him, but the air in the bowl is cooler than in the pot.
His anger fuels his fight and he struggles to pull himself further, but keeps slipping down into the stew. He manages to keep his head afloat and stares deliriously out into the kitchen. Mina looms above him, doling out more stew into bowls and lining them up around the one he’s trapped in. She works quickly and efficiently, filling bowls and setting them on the counter.
“No, no just take one and grab a spoon– they’re down there by the green onions–” he hears her say as the chorus of voices gets closer.
No… oh fuck— they were coming...
“Don’t thank me–” she says with a laugh, “Bakugo’s the one who’s been working on this for hours. I’m just dishin’ it up.”
He hears a chorus of thanks and Bakugo’s grumbling acceptance.
His classmates walk by, selecting bowls at random from the counter. Her arm keeps working above his bowl, ladeling out portions and placing them on the counter next to his. It would only be a matter of time before his was chosen.
Not mine, not mine, not mine— he begs, feeling the fight start to drain from his limbs. He needs to get out– needs to find the energy to swim higher– to push his way to the rim and to the counter. Or even just to scream— to let someone, anyone know what the girls’ were trying to do.
He takes deep rapid breaths, trying to clear the heavy fog around his mind.
The liquid jiggles around him suddenly and there is a rush as his bowl is lifted.
NO–
He watches in horror as Mina’s eyes dart quickly to where he’d been struggling. She watches as he’s carried away. Her eyes are wide, slightly horrified, but as she makes eye contact she blinks rapidly. He sees her smirk.
Who was it? Who had chosen his bowl? This was his only chance with luck. That someone observant had picked him up. Someone who cared about him and would have mercy. He tilts his head back as far as he can and catches a glimpse of green hair.
The liquid wobbles and washes over his face, temporarily blinding him again. Izuku? Or maybe Asui?
Fuck he hopes it’s not her. She’s probably in on it with Mina! All the females in this class were rotten. Looking at him with eyes of disdain, denying that their bodies ached for pleasure. Pleasure that he was happy to provide– they just needed to be less judgemental! The thoughts spur him onward, fueling his writhing bid for the surface.
Izuku is his last hope. He hollers, spluttering around the curry. He can feel his giant classmate walking with the bowl and struggles to get further up to the surface by the time he’s settled in. Izuku will look at his food, surely, as he eats. The boy is careful with his calories– on a strict plan. Surely he’ll pay attention to what he’s putting in his mouth! He’ll see him floating there at the top. He’s not food! It’ll be obvious that he’s not a potato or a piece of pork. The rice is mixing with the stew, thickening it and making it harder to move. He kicks and struggles, writhing below the steaming surface.
“Hey, there’s a fight going on downtown!” He hears someone across the room call, “Turn on the news!”
The sloshing speeds up as Izuku hurries over. He closes his eyes and focuses on keeping his face above the surface.
“Woah! Is that All Might?!”
“Oooo… looks like he was out running errands. He’s out of costume!”
“Just jumped in, even when he’s off duty.” “Holy Shit! That thing’s huge!”
That’s what she said– he instinctively wants to say, but admonishes himself. He’s got more important things to think about.
“That’s what she said!” He hears Denki howl and deliver his joke. Would no one miss him in that moment- expect him to pipe up with something hilarious? But no one asks ‘where’s Mineta?’. Instead–
“Eww– shut up!” One of the girls chimes in, but he can hear there’s a laugh in her voice.
Someone laughs, “Y’all ever seen Shin Godzilla? With the derpy stare? Reminds me of this guy.” Appreciative laughter rumbles from the crowd.
“Kick his ass, All Might!” Kirishima yells to a chorus of agreeing cheers.
“I still can’t believe this guy teaches us. What an amazing time to be at UA.”
The lurching, falling sensation happens again and when he resurfaces, he realizes three things.
The classmate who had picked him up is indeed Izuku.
Izuku has found a spot on one of the couches, his face trained obsessively on the news livestream in front of him.
Historically, Izuku has eyes for no one or nothing when All Might is fighting.
No…
No NO NO–
He thrashes, and hollers, trying to get his classmate’s attention. He’s jostled as Shouto sits down on Izuku’s right and hands over a spoon.
“Forgot this,” He says and Izuku thanks him, flushing.
“Not that you couldn’t just drink this without a spoon…looks amazing.” Shouto scrutinizes his own bowl, and Mineta desperately wishes for the boy to look over into Izuku’s bowl– to see him flailing there.
“Mm-hmm. I love it when it’s Kacchan’s turn to cook. It’s my Uncle Masaru’s recipe.” Izuku agrees, not looking away from the screen.
“I sometimes forget you grew up together,” Shoto says, slurping his first bite.
“Yeah. The Bakugo’s were good friends with my mom. She went to high school with them.”
Izuku brings the bowl up close to his chin so he won’t spill any of it. It’s a perfect opportunity to get his attention! Mineta hollers as best as he can and manages to get one of his forearms above the surface, splashing the surface repeatedly. Izuku doesn’t see him.
Instead, he dips his spoon into the broth and brings the first chunk of stew up to his lips. He blows on it for a few moments before taking it into his mouth. Mineta can hear the clack of the metal on his teeth, the slurp and satisfied moan as Izuku enjoys his bite. The swallow is the worst– and Mineta has a front row seat to the underside of Izuku’s chin– watching the bulge of stew slide down his throat.
“It’s good– not too spicy like last time.” Izuku wipes a bit of sauce from his lip with his thumb.
“I like the spice,” Shouto comments almost lazily and Izuku cracks a grin.
“Part of your quirk or you just like pain?”
Shoto snorts. “Maybe a little of both.” He admits, “My brother Natsuo always orders things extra spicy. I can’t keep up with him, but maybe someday. His quirk is more ice based and I have a suspicion that he’s figured out how to make himself impenetrable to capsaicin, the cheater."
Izuku laughs as he dips the spoon back in the bowl and Mineta feels a jolt of fear as it nears him. Luckily he’s swept to the side as Izuku pulls the spoon back and takes it into his mouth. Not once during the conversation has Izuku looked away from the screen, not even to glance at Todorki.
This kid even chews intensely, his eyes fixed on All Might. Fucking fanboy.
“This spot taken?” Mina asks and Izuku and Shouto scoot over to give her more room. She sinks down and Mineta makes eye contact with her again. He can’t understand her expression. Half apprehension and half… something unreadable. She schools her features and settles in to enjoy her own dinner, taking small sips and shooting glances his way. He wants to scream at her, but his throat is tight with spices and fear. Another spoonful– too close, too fucking close, buries him somewhat in the stew and he has to fight to get above the surface.
Scoop, chew, swallow, repeat.
Izuku is relentless. Mindless even. He’e entranced by the broadcast, his eyes scanning the screen and face reacting to every twist in the fight. Not once does he look down.
Mineta’s pleas fall on deaf ears as Izuku eats like a machine and watches his mentor, entranced.
He’ll get full. He’ll slow down. He’ll look down, he’ll see me.
I’ll tell him that it was the girls. They’ll get Mr. Aizawa. He’ll punish them, call the police.
But then… would his quirk be able to get him out of whatever evidence they thought they had on him? Maybe… he can just pretend it was a prank gone too far. A misunderstanding. The girls were only trying to scare him. He didn’t want to press charges after all. They’ll go free and he’ll just have to settle with accepting that. But they’ll also back off, because now both parties have done something wrong, and they’ll know he can change his statement if they try anything with him. A stalemate.
Yeah, that’ll work. He just needs to get free.
Groans ring out around him, and Shouto states, “That… looked like it hurt.”
“All Might is so fucking scary.” Someone mutters, “I would never want to fight him.”
Somewhere behind them Bakugo snorts.
“I can’t believe it’s gone on for this long. Especially with just one villain…” Izuku mutters, sounding worried.
“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” Mina reassures him, “Probably swing by afterwards to make sure you’ve not got your handkerchief in a knot with worry.”
This makes the boy above him laugh and roll his eyes. He breaks eye contact with the screen for the first time, shooting Mina a look. Her eyes are playful and she nudges him in the shoulder.
“Am I wrong, Wonderboy?” She teases, ribbing without malice, and lifts her spoon in mock toast.
Izuku snorts and pushes his own spoon back into his bowl, shaking his head as he turns back to the fight. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…” His voice is sarcastic, but there’s a pleased blush on his face.
Mineta yelps as the spoon slides under him and he feels himself being lifted up. Fear– icy, rotten, gripping fear– races through him as Izuku’s mouth looms closer. He turns, now having the stable metal base to kick off of, and tries to crawl to the end of the spoon. His movements are stupid slow, like he’s dragging his body through his own sticking quirk– the curry is thick and holds him in place.
He’s knocked down into the sludge as Izuku blows warm air over the top of him. He pulls his face up from the stew and screams– high and desperate as those pursed lips part and the spoon slides towards the darkness within. He makes one last lurch for freedom, turning his face from the glimpse of white teeth and wet tongue, and attempts to jump forward off the edge of the spoon. He makes eye contact with Mina as she watches his predicament in open fascination, her own spoon frozen in front of her face. She is pale and she’s shaking, but her eyes… oh, her eyes are dark and hungry. Vindictive.
Darkness encases him just as he jumps.
He fails… miserably. He slips and lands with a wet splat on Izuku’s tongue just as the spoon makes contact with the muscle, the contents dumped unceremoniously around him. Izuku pulls the spoon away, closing colossal lips around it to drag all the broth off the end. The tongue comes alive under Mineta’s frantically thrashing body, rolling him sideways as Izuku’s huge teeth easily smashes potatoes and rice into mush. He screams as he’s thrown this way and that, the teeth working to smash every bit into an easy swallowable texture. He scrambles furiously, dodging the teeth and staying on the tongue. The mouth is a huge, hot cavern around him and he knows that it would take only one slip and he would be crushed beyond repair.
“HELP! FUCK!!! FUCKING–HELP ME– IZUKU, PLEASE!!”
He sobs and trips over the food around him, trying to run to the front of the mouth. The tongue is textured oddly under him, and he has a hard time maneuvering over the rough bumps. Plus the slick saliva quickly mixing with the curry broth and mashed particles of vegetables, rice and meat, were quickly making an impossibly slippery surface to contend with as well. He tripped and crawled forward, desperate to reach freedom.
Izuku’s tongue arches and Mineta is pinned to the roof of the mouth, the air knocked out of him. A horrible –slrrrrk– surrounds him and he feels the muscle below push the huge wave of food backwards and the world begins to tilt. He screams and scrabbles through the mash, knowing what’s about to happen– what is happening.
He’s swallowing.
Izuku is swallowing Mineta alive.
He screams and screams as the tongue pushes the food right to the precipice of the throat, the liquid draining down the dark tunnel behind him with the first convulsion of Izuku’s swallow.
He can’t let this happen. He has to get out!
Izuku’s throat opens with a wet –glurk– and he gathers the last of the bite in the center of his tongue. This is it. Mineta’s last chance! The tongue arches again just as a wild plan forms in his mind. A wave of mashed food slams into him as he moves to grab onto his hair, quickly pulling two of the balls into his palms.
There is a huge –GUULLP– and the muscles of Izuku’s throat clamp tight and attempt to drag him down. Mineta kicks frantically and slams both hands out to the sides, desperately hoping this will work. He feels the muscles drag on him, the food around him siphoning off and down as the esophagus and gravity pull them away. But the balls hold fast. He’d done it!
He’s in the tube, but can see the swinging uvula just above him. It’s tight and hot and wet and he hears the slick sound of the last swallowed food making its way deeper into Izuku.
He can do this. He can climb out.
He leans forward and wills another ball to detach and stick to the wall. It does, creating a handhold above him. With a mighty shove, he lets go with his right hand and grabs ahold of the new handhold.
He tugs himself up and at the same time, feels his foot sink into an oddly textured opening. He kicks and feels a flap of flesh smack into his foot as the throat convulses around him. Izuku clears his throat and then coughs, and a blast of air shoots out of the opening where his foot had jammed, rapidly pushing Mineta upwards. He’s grabbing more balls as he quickly shoots past his handholds. He gets one secured just as Izuku’s throat clamps down around him, trying to swallow the intrusion. There’s a shaking inhale of cold air followed by hacking coughs. Mineta shakes and holds on for dear life as Izuku chokes on him.
Someone thumps Izuku on the back and Mineta nearly loses his handhold. He would scream if it weren’t so tight. The muscles of the throat work between coughs, frantic swallows and gasps around the lodged form, trying to pull him from where he’d perched at the back of the throat. Maybe Izuku would vomit— pleaaaaasssssse let him vomit! As disgusting as that would be, it would be his ticket out of the tight confines.
He kicked out, desperately trying to trigger more of the gag reflex and is rewarded by a deep cough that turns into a horrible retch at the end. Suddenly, Izuku is moving rapidly, and the world is rocking frantically for Mineta. He feels Izuku’s body retching around him between deep coughs, pushing him up closer to the mouth, but not enough to crawl up and out. He grasps the ball of hair tightly, hoping that when Izuku vomits, he’ll do it in his hand so he won’t fall from the dizzying height to the ground. Fuck– this is so fucked up.
He hears water running and only has a few seconds of confusion before horror sets in. It floods into Izuku’s mouth and the walls around him come alive, gulping frantically. Water slams into the back of his throat, pouring over Mineta in a deluge. His scream is garbled- gargling as the water swirls around him in a dizzying flood, knocking him off of his handhold and into the gullet below. The muscles clamp down, vice like, around him. The water pours around his body, a steady surge down, down, down into the digestive hellscape of his classmate. Izuku gulps repeatedly, sending more and more water pouring over and around Mineta as the tube processes him slowly but steadily towards his doom.
Mineta passes his frantically beating heart, he hears the moment that Izuku stops drinking to cough again– his lungs fill and empty rapidly, jostling the muscles that Mineta is surrounded by.
He feels the temperature rise as he slides unceremoniously through the slimy tube. It’s too tight to breathe, to scream. He shakes his head frantically, his muscles straining to move from the pressurized grip. More gulps and the water catches up to him, pushing him quicker towards the churning noises that are beginning to reach his ears.
He squirms, fighting against the inevitable conclusion to this journey. He wills his hair to stick and feels a few of the balls pop off on the tube walls, but it’s useless. He cannot move to grab them. A deep grumbling groan greets him as the tube curves suddenly and he’s pushed against a hard wall of tissue. He has a moment where he pushes his feet against the ridged muscle before one of his legs breaks through an opening at the center and he’s jolted again. The muscles in the tube contract again around him and he’s pushed further through the opening, his legs able to kick now in the open space below.
Oh god— oh no— he’s about to fall into—!
The ridge of muscles parts enough to allow him passage and he tumbles through the air, splashing down into a hot mix of stew and bubbling acid.
He surfaces with a monumental gasp that leaves him in an involuntary terrified scream, this one high and broken and frantic. The stomach groans in reply, mercilessly.
He had been eaten.
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☢️Summary for skippers☢️
Mineta wakes up in a box. He hears a recording, explaining that he is being punished for previously SAing two middle school girls and one of the girls in 1A. The kidnappers partially reveal themselves, picking the shrunken Mineta up. As they move around, he realizes they are in the dorms. In the kitchen he recognizes the voice of Mina. He is thrown into a pot of curry and randomly chosen by a classmate. He realizes that it is Izuku. Unfortunately, Izuku is distracted by a live broadcast of All Might fighting and doesn’t notice Mineta in his dinner, accidentally ingesting him alive.
These Violent Delights | Chapter 1
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My Hero Academia | ~17K | Unwilling Prey! Mineta, Unaware Pred! Izuku, Morally Gray Observer(s)! 1-A girls. Graphic Digestion, Pred Whump/Sickfic, Dead Dove: Check the tags!
Posting once a day as an adVOREnt calendar leading up to Dec 25th!
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Author’s Note:
Happy Holiday Season, deviants! I wanted to have a 13 day adVOREnt calendar of sorts to celebrate the holiday season, and the series finale of the Anime. I’ll be posting one chapter per day on ao3 & tumblr leading up to Dec 24th, and then post the entire piece on Eka’s/Tumblr with added art on Dec 25th.
Please mind the tags and trigger warnings before each chapter and skip what you need. “The Dead Dove: Do not Eat” tag is the most important. If you’re in this fic, you searched for it. Hate will be filtered out and deleted because I literally don’t care about your moral righteousness. In fact, I eat that shit for breakfast.
☢️Tags & Trigger warnings☢️ will be added before each chapter just under the heading. I kept the biggest triggers in the main tags, but will elaborate on them in the chapter heading list. I’m posting on Eka’s as one solid piece but on Ao3 as separate chapters. A summary will be posted in the notes at the bottom of each chapter if you need to skip it for content reasons. You can assume that oral vore/digestion will be implied or graphically depicted in each chapter, even if it’s not mentioned in the chapter specific tags.
While this is a holiday gift for you, my dear deviants, it is not holiday themed. Please note that the story does take place during 1-As first year, soon after the USJ attack/School Festival arcs, but before the Stain/summer training camp arc. The characters in this fic are underage, but no on-screen sex (or SA) happens, so it is not tagged as such. There is underage off screen non-con perpetrated by the prey, so be aware of that and proceed with caution. It is mentioned throughout the entire fic, as it is the motivation for the characters’ actions.
This is so self indulgent, y’all. I’ll meet you fuckers in hell.
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Chapter 1
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☢️Chapter specific tags & trigger warnings☢️
Slight mention of past underage SA, planning murder, morally gray characters
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[11:57 pm]
🌸Fed%up: I got it.
🍡FHimb: wtf really? That was quick D:
🌸Fed%up: I’ve got my ways 😏
✌️Vibzz: Hah! perfect timing. The nerve of 🍇 today 😠I can’t believe Sensei lets him talk like that.
🌸Fed%up: i kno. I’m so done with him 💯
🌸Fed%up: so… are we doing this?
🍡FHimb: you sure it can’t be traced 😰??
🎉Xdub: I’m down
🌸Fed%up: I’m sure. This app is secure. And that’s the point of the burner phones. Plus- It’s so far out there 🤷🏽♀️No one is going to suspect a thing.
🍡FHimb: That’s true…
[12:11am]
🍡FHimb:I still think one of us should do it. That way it’s controlled.
✌️Vibzz: We agreed to let fate decide
🍡FHimb:I’m just worried someone will notice 😰
🎉Xdub: He’ll be miniscule. The guy said like the size of a fingernail, right? No one will see shit.
🌸Fed%up: We won’t be lying when we say we don’t know what happened. It’ll be true if we do it this way. We WON’T know what happened to him. Not really.
🍡FHimb: Maybe…
[12:15am]
✌️Vibzz: I think we should do it tomorrow. 💥 is on dinner so it’ll be curry. I’d bet money on it.
🎉Xdub:Yum 😋
🌸Fed%up: Oh that’ll be perfect 💯
🍡FHimb: I’m gonna be a nervous wreck ALL day tomorrow 😟
🌸Fed%up: you HAVE to act normal. No one will suspect us if we just keep our cool.
🎉Xdub: I’ve got a pill if you need it, girl
🌸Fed%up: Namaste that shit, ya know?
🍡FHimb: Yeah I might :/ what is it?
🎉Xdub: Hydroxizine for anxiety. It’s like benadryl. I’ll find you at breakfast
🍡FHimb: thank you ❤️🩹Ur the best
🎉Xdub:np
[12:21am]
🎉Xdub: So right after training with AM?
✌️Vibzz: That would work. We’ll need to catch him in the locker room right after he transforms.
🍡FHimb: I’ll do it. I’m the sneakiest.
✌️Vibzz: I’ll wait for you in the gym and grab his stuff.
🌸Fed%up: Smart. I’ll slip the vial to you in class tomorrow. 🍇 just has to drink it somehow.
🍡FHimb: I can get to his water bottle at the end of practice.
🎉Xdub: Holy shit, y’all. We’re really doing this!
✌️Vibzz: We’re almost free. Did you check on him before lights out?
🎉Xdub: Yeah, I can hear him right now. He’s asleep. No crimes planned for tonight, apparently.
🌸Fed%up: I’m so glad this is almost over. I keep sleeping with my chair against my door.
🍡FHimb: 💯me too 💀
✌️Vibzz: This time tomorrow, there will be one less predator in the world.
🌸Fed%up: Thank. fuck.
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[01:46 am]
🍡FHimb: We /are/ doing the right thing? We could try going to the teachers again?
[01:55 am]
🎉Xdub: The teachers don’t believe us– not enough. Cops won’t be any better and even if they do, he won’t go to jail as an adult. He’ll use his quirk to shimmy out of trouble, or get a slap on the wrist in juvie.
🍡FHimb: T^T The system is so fucked
[02:02 am]
✌️Vibzz: This’ll be easier. I don’t know what kind of quirk he’s got, but it keeps those in authority from seeing reason. You saw Sensei’s face when we tried to explain– it controlled him somehow.
🌸Fed%up: We’re strong enough to fight back and we may be the only ones who CAN do something. Those girls from his middle school didn’t /have/ that chance. We have to do this for them too.
🍡FHimb: Fuck, you’re right.
🎉Xdub: Do you want me to bring that pill over now?
[02:15am]
🍡FHimb:Yeah maybe…
✌️Vibzz: Take deep breaths. Only 24 hours and we’ll never have to deal with 🍇 again.
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[06:45am]
🌸Fed%up: I’m feeling conflicted about not involving 🌌. It just feels like we’re taking away her chance for closure.
🌸Fed%up: Sorry if I woke u up. I’m up early to study in the kitchen if anyone wants to grab coffee. We can go back to my room.
✌️Vibzz: That’s okay- I’m up too. Let’s keep discussions on here for now. I don’t want to be overheard.
🌸Fed%up: That’s fair.
✌️Vibzz: I’m worried that 🌌 won’t handle it well. She’s already messed up. Springing it on her last minute might not be the kindest.
[06:50am]
🌸Fed%up: I just can’t stop thinking about what I would want if it were me. I think I’d want to know.
[06:57am]
🍡FHimb: I think if it were me, I’d be content to know he was missing, but I wouldn’t want to participate. For us to do it is justice, and protection. For her to be involved might feel more like revenge.
✌️Vibzz: I agree. We’ll support her in the coming months as his disappearance is investigated. And… we can discuss bringing her into the secret if we think she can handle it then.
🌸Fed%up: Okay, I can get behind that.
🎉Xdub: Sry just woke up D: I agree with V. She’s not the right temperament for this and would feel guilty.
🍡FHimb: Lol… do y’all not feel guilty?
🎉Xdub: Hmm– maybe a little. Idk I might feel different afterwards.
🌸Fed%up: no
🌸Fed%up: lmao
✌️Vibzz: I do feel conflicted, but I don’t see another way. The other option is to live in fear and to carefully monitor him forever to keep him from doing this to someone else.The authorities won’t or can’t help because of the quirk.
🌸Fed%up: We have to be the heroes here. If you want to discuss the method for doing this, or if you want to back out and we’ll make a new plan so you’re not in on it, that’s fine. We can do that. But I think this needs to happen, one way or another.
🍡FHimb: No I think it’s a solid plan. I’m just worried about what could go wrong. There’s a lot of risk factors if we’re doing this in public.
[07:22 am]
🎉Xdub: It is kind of brilliant in its simplicity tho. No body, no crime. And with the LOV all up on our ass, we could just blame them if someone /does/ notice.
🌸Fed%up: It’s what we can do with the resources we have. Other than like… idk dropping him in the middle of the ocean or some shit. But that would risk a lot of detection from cameras and like phone tracking. Plus we have a small window– the shrinking thing only will last like 4 hours.
🌸Fed%up: Sorry, I babble when I’m anxious.
✌️Vibzz: Ur fine. It’s a solid plan. Is everyone still in?
🎉Xdub: 💯
🌸Fed%up: Yep. Us girls have to stand up for each other.
🍡FHimb: I’m ready to be done with this. I’m in.
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☢️Summary for skippers☢️
Four 1-A students plan the demise of one of their classmates. Without going into explicit detail they discuss that he is a predator and using a quirk to keep the adults from investigating his actions. They have decided to take his fate into their own hands.
