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These Violent Delights

Zephyranthes_the_acidic on Ao3 & Tumblr

Zephyrantes on Eka’s

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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 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. 

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☢️Chapter specific tags & trigger warnings☢️

Entrapment, Shrinking, Smell Kink (mention), Giantess kink (mention), Fear, Discussion/Confirmation of underage SA/Noncon via illegal quirk usage, G/T, tw: unwilling underage prey!Mineta, tw: unaware underage pred!Izuku, tw: forced/accidental vore, prey trapped in food, tw: vore as execution/punishment, using someone else's body as a weapon, soft vore (fear of hard vore/ distress in mouth), morally gray observers, incel language/rhetoric, graphic swallowing sequence

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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. 

1. The classmate who had picked him up is indeed Izuku. 

1. Izuku has found a spot on one of the couches, his face trained obsessively on the news livestream in front of him. 

1. 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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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.

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Discussion of Hard vs Soft vore elements, brief discussion of morality, excitement over the demise/death of a classmate

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[[Secure chat established. Do not close app, messages will delete immediately]]

[06:24 pm]

🌸Fed%up:  HOLY. SHIT.

🌸Fed%up:  Did y’all just see that?

🎉Xdub: 🥦 nearly choking to death? 

🌸Fed%up:  👀👀👀👀 exactly

🎉Xdub: OH

✌️Vibzz and 🎉Xdub emphasized a previous message- [06:24 pm] 🌸Fed%up: 👀👀👀👀 exactly

✌️Vibzz:!!… it’s done!? 

🍡FHimb: omg

🎉Xdub: oh fuck wait but did he throw up?

🍡FHimb: No, can see him & 🧊🔥 in the kitchen. He’s drinking some water. 

✌️Vibzz: !!

🌸Fed%up: LMAO

🎉Xdub: :D I honestly can’t /believe/ we pulled that off. 

🎉Xdub: And you’re sure it was him!?

🌸Fed%up:  I was sitting right next to him. I’ll tell you everything later. My room. Details. Tonight after curfew.

🍡FHimb: Holy shit! It fucking worked! 

🎉Xdub: But you said that the point of doing it this way was so we /wouldn’t/ know who had actually done it.

🌸Fed%up:  I knowwwww, but I accidentally noticed him in the bowl when 🥦 picked it up. It was like watching a train wreck, I couldn’t look away…

🎉Xdub: Kinda ashamed to admit, but I’m a little jelly of u

🎉Xdub: Did he look scared? 👀

🌸Fed%up:  Girl, u don’t even know the half of it. I’ll spill later.

✌️Vibzz: So… he put up a fight? That’s what caused 🥦 to choke? 

🌸Fed%up:  🤷🏻‍♀️

🌸Fed%up:  Maybe? Or maybe wonderboy doesn’t know how to swallow  (heh) 😏

🍡FHimb: I don’t even want to ask this, but… do you think he’s still /alive/ in there? 

🎉Xdub: D: I fukcing hope not. 

🎉Xdub: Didn’t really think of the exact process. But I thought it would be over quickly. I didn’t really consider like chewing vs digestion

 🍡FHimb: Oh gross i DONT want to think about the chewing D: 

🌸Fed%up:  How long do you think it would take if he was still kickin?

🎉Xdub: Idk ur the acid expert. You tell us.

 🍡FHimb: This is making me nauseous ngl

 🍡FHimb: I feel so guilty, but I’m also really glad 🥦 picked up that bowl and not one of us. It’s better that he doesn’t know…

✌️Vibzz: It’s probably not good for us to dwell on these things. Whether it is completely done or not, it will be over in a matter of minutes. It is not a… hospitable environment. 

🎉Xdub: I get what you mean FH. I don’t know if I could have forced myself to swallow. 

🌸Fed%up:  Am I a terrible person to admit that I think I might have been able to do it? If one of us had to? 

✌️Vibzz: No. Ur just braver than us. 

🎉Xdub: ^^^^^

 🍡FHimb: I just keep trying to remind myself of what he did to O and those middle schoolers. 

✌️Vibzz: We were all in danger. And now we’re not. Keep focusing on that. 

[06:34 pm]

🌸Fed%up:  Wait where are they going?? 

 🍡FHimb: 🧊🔥's taking him upstairs? Should I follow? 

🌸Fed%up:  The All Might fight is still on. Wonderboy wouldn’t miss that– Do you think something’s wrong? 

🎉Xdub: Oh fuck. That’s not a good sign. 

✌️Vibzz: 😬 Just got a look at 🥦's face. He does NOT look good.

🍡FHimb: Maybe just you V? It wouldn’t be out of character for you to check on him. He’s your friend and all.

✌️Vibzz: Yes, I’ll go and report back. 

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The group chat explodes with the latest development. Izuku has swallowed Mineta! They briefly discuss the morality of what they have done and whether or not Mineta is still alive. They notice Shouto & Izuku leave the room and one of them decides to follow.

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Involuntary burping, Stomach noises, indigestion, upset stomach, vomit (mentioned)/ graphic pre-illness symptoms. 

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Izuku heaved in great gulps of air over the sink, the large swallows of water finally dislodging the chunk of meat that had lodged itself stubbornly in front of his windpipe. Shouto’s warm hand was placed delicately along his back, and he was glad for the comforting presence. He wiped his streaming eyes with the back of his sleeve and straightened up. Errant water ran down his neck and into the front of his shirt and he wiped his chin as well. 

“You okay?” Shouto’s calm voice rang out from behind him and he nodded, flushing with humiliation. It was nice that Shouto had cared enough to follow, but he’s achingly glad he hadn’t thrown up in the sink. He wouldn’t live down the embarrassment. 

Izuku placed a shaking hand over his throat and coughed, but then laughed, feeling relief flood through him. No more blockage. For one scary moment, he was sure that he would spew curry all over the floor in front of his whole class in his panicked choking state, but he’d managed to get to the kitchen and get relief in time.

“Sorry,” He chuckles and lets out another wet cough, “Just went down the wrong tube.” 

He turns to see Shouto’s large eyes watching him, seriously. 

“Midoriya, humans don’t breathe curry.” He says it in such a deadpan voice that it has Izuku in stitches, wiping errant tears from his eyes. 

“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind, thanks very much–” Shouto nods and claps him on the shoulder before turning to lean against the counter next to him. 

They fall into a comfortable silence as Izuku sips the water carefully, his stomach settling.

“Are you worried about All Might?” Shouto asks and Izuku sighs. Instead of answering, he turns to refill his glass in the sink. Shouto must sense his answer because he continues quietly.

“He’ll be okay. Other heroes are arriving now. It is just one villain, even if it is Kaiju size.” 

Izuku nods, staring out the window and drinking more of the cool water. His throat burns and sticks oddly, some remnant of the trauma from coughing and dry heaving so hard, he supposes. 

He feels an odd sensation in his belly and takes in a deep breath, and he swallows the last mouthful of water, turning his focus inward. His stomach is still a bit rocky from nearly vomiting and it gurgles ominously. Maybe he shouldn’t push it…

“Do you ever get scared when your dad is on tv?” He asks to distract himself from the weird wriggle in his guts. He hopes he won’t be sick afterall. It would be embarrassing and stupid. 

“I did when I was younger,” Shouto admits, his eyes distant, “Not so much anymore.” His voice is quiet and a little sullen. But he huffs and looks at Izuku, “I have to trust that he knows what he’s doing. He trusts me to do the same.” 

Izuku snorts and turns to lean against the cabinet next to Shouto. “Are you sure about that? He’s always shouting advice at you.” 

Shouto makes an odd hum in his throat and Izuku huffs. 

From where they stand in the darkened kitchen, he can see his classmates– their rapt attention on the glowing screen in the living room. There haven’t been any exclamations, so nothing major must have happened. 

Izuku feels another surge in his middle and lets out an involuntary burp. He covers his mouth quickly and mutters an apology. Shouto snorts and waves him off, “You should hear Natsuo and Fuyumi go at it. That’s nothing—They can belch the whole alphabet.”

Izuku smiles. It must be nice to have siblings who you can be weird around. He finds himself absently placing a hand over his stomach as it rolls. His mouth floods with saliva and a cold chill sweeps over him. 

He clamps his hand down harder over his mouth.

Fuck… is he actually going to be sick? His stomach is doing something wild– sloshing and gurgling steadily. He can audibly hear it groan. 

“You okay?” Shouto asks warily. Izuku doesn’t know how to answer. He swallows heavily. His belly feels… tight… under his hand. Like he’s too full. He’d barely made it through half of his dinner, but he swears it’s starting to feel like he’d eaten six times as much. 

“I uhhh—” He burps into his fist, “I don’t know. I don’t think dinner agrees with me.” 

Shouto frowns and starts to tug on his sleeve.

“Let’s go upstairs. We can watch the fight in your room so you’re closer to your bathroom– just in case.” 

Izuku sags gratefully and takes one last sip of cool water, feeling it trickle down into his roiling belly. He sets the cup in the sink and follows Shouto quickly, feeling a few eyes dart their way as they make their way past. Luckily, no one calls out. For once, he’s glad to be plain and unnoticed. 

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☢️Summary for skippers☢️

Izuku recovers from his choking mishap and Shouto supports him. They discuss All Might’s fight, and Izuku begins to feel ill and overfull. They decide to go upstairs so he can be near his bathroom just in case. 

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Graphic internal description, early graphic digestion symptoms, hurt no comfort, Incel language/rhetoric, expansion/inflation, running out of room/claustrophobia

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Mineta swims quickly through the churning stomach contents until he finds a wall. It’s slick with bubbling acid, and he scrambles to find a hand hold. It’s pitch black inside the stomach, and the muscles of the living walls squeeze and churn around him. Already the acid begins to eat at him, burning and itching and stinging as he fights to get away from it. 

The walls are hot and wet, dripping with more digestive juice as the body naturally begins the process of destroying what it had been fed.  He sobs and collapses against one wall, weakly banging his fist against the indomitable machine of Izuku’s gut. There’s no hope. No way for him to escape. The air is putrid and fowl, a noxious mix of gas and the sour smell of digesting food. 

He coughs and gags, just as Izuku had. He’ll die in here. He has minutes to live until he’ll succumb to this harsh terrain. This is miles worse than what he’d done to the girls. He’d made it so they wanted him, so they had pleasure and no pain. And he’d let them forget, and erased all evidence. So really, what they were doing to him was far from just. They were murdering him, in the most horrific way possible. 

He let out a long agonized wail, screaming into the growling darkness around him. 

Acid splashed up against his feet and a tingling buzz filled his body. He knew it meant that his nerves were being affected. Surely, the pain would be brief at least. Only a few layers of skin to eat through before the nerves would be too damaged to translate the agony any longer. The thought sends him into another spiral and he punches the wall he’s collapsed on. 

He sucks in a great, shuddering gasp and sobs, surging to his feet in the acid and turning to fight one last time. He kicked and punched wildly, more often than not bouncing off the wall unsteadily or slipping on the slick flesh below. He screams and screams until his throat is raw and ragged and he’s gasping for air, on hands and knees. The buzzing increases, filling his whole body and he angrily stands again and… his head bashes into flesh above him. 

What the fuck? He pushes his hand up the undulating wall in front of him until it curves over his head. He stomps around for a moment, running his hand over the walls above and around him. He pushes experimentally on them. When he’d first fallen from the esophagus, he’d tumbled head over heels for long seconds before landing at the bottom of the stomach. Now he could reach both the bottom and the top of it. He splashes through the nasty slop below him, which… does seem decidedly lower than before…pushing his hands on the walls all around him, trying to get an idea of the space.

A strange wave of buzzing fills his body again, not just in the places where his hands and feet touch the digestive fluids, but everywhere and he feels the walls shrink in on him more.

Things start to click into place when a few minutes later the buzzing happens and he’s no longer able to stand upright in the roiling stomach. 

The stomach isn’t shrinking around him. He’s getting bigger. 

The universe has given him another chance! Izuku could ignore him when he was but a wisp of a being– a miniscule thing on the edge of a spoon. But if this kept up, he would quickly run out of space. And his struggles would be decidedly more noticeable. 

With a flare of hope, Mineta begins to squirm. 

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Mineta’s first few minutes in the stomach. He struggles and fights before a strange sensation comes over him. He realizes that the walls are shrinking… but after a moment understands that it is actually him growing bigger again.

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Severe internal distress, graphic vomiting, diarrhea mention (doesn’t happen, but Izuku worries about it), inflation/belly expansion, pain, hurt/comfort, Momo is keeping secrets, dramatic irony

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They make it up to the second floor before the pain really ramps up. Izuku clutches his stomach and places a hand over his mouth as a sheen of cold sweat breaks out over his body. His stomach is cramping horribly and he feels like he’ll be sick from both ends with a cold, horrifying assuredness. 

“Woah—” Shouto says as Izuku nearly trips in his fight to get to his room. He unlocks the door hurriedly and doesn’t care if it closes properly behind him as he’s streaking into the bathroom. He locks it quickly and is already shoving his pants down as he hurries to make it in time. He grabs the trashcan from under his sink, swallowing around the urge to gag. It’s halfway full so he dumps it into the tub to his side and braces it between his knees as he sinks onto the toilet on legs that feel made of water. His belly cramps again and he takes a shuddering breath, waiting for the flood gates to open. 

“Izuku?” He can hear Shouto’s concerned voice from the other side of the door. 

“I need a minute–” He manages to groan out, feeling his belly writhe. He’s never felt anything like this. It’s like those horrible moments before you vomit, but also painful in a bloated, overfull way. Like he’d eaten ten times the amount of curry he had- far more than his belly could comfortably manage. At the same time his intestines churn and cramp, promising painful release at any moment. It’s not a negotiation. This is happening. He moans over the trash can, one leg bouncing uncontrollably as he closes his eyes and braces. 

It doesn’t happen. His guts squirm and sweat snakes its way down his face and back. He pants, hearing and feeling the hot air echo around the trash can. His hands are trembling. He can hear a knock at the door and hears it open. Horrified, he looks up and realizes that it’s not the bathroom door that opened when Shouto’s voice begins to talk with whomever was outside his room.

Izuku bites his lip to contain the moan as his stomach flips. He hates getting sick. He doesn’t want his friends to hear this.

The handle to the bathroom door rattles. 

He swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth. 

“I’ll be fine!” He calls out, his voice tinny and weak, “Can you—” His stomach clenches down on its contents, hard– and he retches horribly into the echoey trashcan. His drenched bangs send burning sweat into his eyes. He takes a shuddering breath in around the rising lump in his throat and dry heaves again, shaking and moaning. 

“Izuku, it’s Momo!” Her voice is kind and concerned, “Can I come in?” 

He shakes his head, unable to answer her. He can hear the door rattle again. 

His stomach lurches unnaturally again, an odd sensation like something had kicked his spine. He gags, this time a thin wet string of bile sliding sickly up his throat and coating his tongue. 

That does it. The next gag is productive, and his stomach contracts painfully around the hard lump of food as a wave of partially digested mash surges out of him and into the plastic. 

He retches twice more, each time feeling the heavy weight of his stomach rise, the rush of its contents gush forth and then a heavy, painful jerk as his body relaxes and his hard belly jolts back down into its place. It’s like… there’s something else in there besides food. Something too big for him to regurgitate. The thought flits through his mind, but he’s too delirious with pain and panic to focus on it. 

A knock again. Go away… he begs silently.

His guts clench and he braces himself for more, or maybe from the other end, but none comes. 

His stomach still protests, roiling unpleasantly, but from what he can estimate– he’s vomited about a bowls’ worth of food and acid into the trashcan. He hovers over the vile smelling bucket, a string of mucus dangling from his lips. His eyes and nose run, but he doesn’t want to move in case it triggers another heave. He manages to swallow and then spit into the bucket. 

Maybe that’s the worst of it– maybe the wave will pass and he’ll put himself back together. 

Another squirm from within. His stomach groans and grumbles, and he feels a tightening lower down that makes him worry that things are far from over. His back is tight and shudders with tension. 

“Izuku– can I get you anything?” Momo is still there, she’d heard everything. He leans his head back, taking long, careful breaths of the cooler bathroom air. 

“Gimme… a second…” he pants, hoping she’ll hear him. It takes a long moment for the urgent need to vomit to pass. 

He spits into the bucket and wipes his nose which stings from the stomach acid squishing into his sinuses with the pressurized and ejected.

“I think the worst is over...” He finally gets out, his voice ragged. He sets the trashcan on the ground in front of him. Izuku straightens a bit and places a hand over his lower gut. He hadn’t had diarrhea like he’d originally feared, but it ached deep inside like he still might. But maybe it would pass too now that he’d gotten the curry out. 

“Can I come in?” She asks again, insistent. Hovering. He closes his eyes in frustration and tries to remind himself that she is just trying to help him, even if he’d rather crawl into a small hole and die.

“Gimme a minute.” He groans and grabs some toilet paper. He cleans up his face, noticing that the sweating has only increased. It’s dripping into his eyes, soaking the collar of his shirt, running rivulets down his back. He feels hot and then cold all over, his body flushed and shivering in random intervals. He braces his hand on the sink for a moment before rallying to stand. He pulls his sweatpants back up, checking the toilet just in case. Nope. He hadn’t shit at all, though he had been sure he was about to become a human firehose from both ends.

Small mercies. 

When he stands he notices a strange… heft to his middle. Like his center of gravity is off. He places one hand on his belly and can feel it curve out slightly, up high where his stomach is located. He must be so bloated to feel it behind his abdominal muscles. He’d only been stuffed silly a few times since entering his intensive workout and diet regime to get ready for UA tryouts, and even then he didn’t remember being this big.

He moans, positive now that it’s not over. His body is reacting to something, and it’s not happy. He tips the trashcan into the toilet and flushes the offending contents. He grunts in pain as his stomach cramps again and braces himself on the sink. His arms are shaking and his knees turn to water. 

Black dots spin in his vision as he stares into the sink. 

Very suddenly he’s worried that he might pass out. His mouth goes very dry as pain sparks through his middle again. He sets the trashcan down, grimacing at the slow slide of regurgitated curry that had not been successfully dumped. They lazily drip back towards the bottom of the can. 

Another knock at the door. 

He can’t deal with that now. The pain is ratcheting up to the point where the black dots start to blur the edges of his vision. He hunches over his burbling stomach and reaches out a shaking hand to unlock the door. He turns the handle and she’s already pushing in, crowding in close and taking his face into her hands. 

“Lemme see–” She presses a hand to his sweaty forehead. “Flushed but not feverish.  Did you throw everything up?” He shrugs and spots Shouto standing behind her, his eyes full of concern. 

“I think so, but my stomach still hurts.” 

“Can I feel?” She asks and he grimaces but nods. 

She wastes no time lifting his shirt and exposing his swollen middle. He hisses as she presses her palm along the curve, using a steady pressure to push on his distended gut. Beneath her palm, his stomach writhes and from the sharp spike of surprise in her eyes, she felt it too. 

“That’s fucking weird, right?” He asks, suddenly feeling very small.

She shakes her head, “Probably just… a stomach bug. Intestines can move independently, especially when distressed.” But her eyes are dark with worry. She drops his shirt.

“Has the nausea passed?” She asks.

“Mostly,” he admits. It’s simmering, but his body has gotten rid of all that it could for now.

“Let’s get you in bed.” She says and takes him by the arm. 

“I’m prolly gonna need that trash can later,” he admits. He’s not sure how long he’ll have before his body has him running back to the toilet, and the can would help him to not have to clean the floor if he couldn’t make it in time.

Shouto takes him from Momo’s grasp and she grabs the can, following them. They make their way slowly over to his bed. He resists the urge to collapse into it, scared that it will send his body right back into dry heaving. He gingerly sits and then sinks onto his side, bringing his knees up and cradling his belly with both arms. 

His gut writhes and undulates, seemingly of it’s own volition and he moans into his pillow, the cool fabric a small relief against his sweaty face. 

“Ughhh, fuck.” He whispers, rolling around gently and trying to find a comfortable position, “What the hell did I eaaaaat?” His stomach gurgles loudly, mocking him. He knows he’s whining, but he feels that he deserves it. Laying on his back is the most comfortable pressure wise, but he can feel the burn of acid as it spills up into his throat. His chest is on fire, and he rubs worried circles into the bright spot of pain. 

Momo’s quirk activates and she is pulling items out, the red glow emanating from her arms as she works quickly. 

She passes a cold compress to Shouto and instructs him to hold it to the back of Izuku’s neck. Shouto helps Izuku lift his head, and the cold compress sends immediate relief down his spine, dulling the urgency of his distress. 

She fills his side table with tissues, a water bottle, a box of tablets for stomach upset and pain. 

“I’m going to text someone, I’ve got an idea.” She says, pulling her phone out and stepping away from them.

“Are you feeling any better?” Shouto asks quietly, and Izuku feels the bed dip at his hip as Shouto sits next to him. Izuku’s eyes are shut, but he nods in response. 

“A bit.” The cold is nice and helps ground him, but the pain is ratcheting up again, sharp spikes as his belly feels fit to burst. He’s not sure what could possibly be causing the pressure– he’d thrown up at least his dinner, and probably some of lunch. Maybe his guts were working in reverse, purging his system through the top only??

“Do you want some water?” Shouto asks, but Izuku is quick to shake his head, moaning at the thought.

“I think it’ll just come right back up. Maybe–” a small wet burp escapes and he swallows thickly around the nausea rearing its head, “Maybe in a bit.” 

Shouto hums in understanding and Izuku hears the clunk of the trash can as it’s moved closer to the head of the bed. 

“Are you feeling anything?” Izuku asks and Shouto shakes his head. 

“As far as Momo reported, everyone else is still watching the fight. You’re the only one not feeling well.”

Izuku groans. This is just his luck. 

“Is All Might winning at least?” He asks and Shouto hums.

“You must really be miserable to be doubting him like this. It’s almost blasphemous.”

Izuku manages a lopsided grin, not allowing himself to laugh. He curls one hand over his stomach, gripping the fabric tightly. Shouto reaches out with his right hand, lightly ghosting his hand in Izuku’s sweaty hair. He feels a fine layer of frost follow the trail of fingers and moans in relief.

“Are you allergic to anything? Maybe a spice that we haven’t used before?” Shouto finishes icing Izuku’s hair and readjusts the cold compress.

Izuku shook his head. No allergies that he knew of.Plus Bakugo loved those premade curry blocks and didn’t usually experiment with new stuff.  

“No, I—“

Another jolt in his middle, like his stomach was stretching, pressure down low in his guts and a sharp, bright pain exploded through him all at once. 

He grunts and curls more onto his side, squeezing his belly and clenching his legs tight. A fresh wave of sweat breaks out all over him and he moans miserably into his pillow. 

“It hurtsss–” he complains, and Shouto makes a sound in his throat. 

“It feels like… there’s something in there.” Izuku presses his palm against the largest part of the swell, forcing himself to endure the pain as he tries to understand what he’s feeling. 

“What, like in Alien?” Shouto deadpans.

“That’s not even remotely funny,” Izuku moans out a delirious chuckle despite himself, the burning acid in his throat ramping up. 

He burps and feels the acid rise higher, “Fuck– I’m gonna–” His stomach clenches and the trickle becomes a torrent, surging upwards. 

Shouto grabs the trashcan and Izuku rolls, working together to get it under his chin as he heaves again, the wet splatter of bile and acid hitting the bottom of the plastic. Izuku moans and shudders before another gag seizes him and he spits into the bin. He pants into the dank air, feeling his body trying to force the— solid mass inside of him up his throat. It hurts and it’s all he can do to clutch his belly and try to ride out the worst of the nausea. 

He drags his forehead over the lip of the can, pulling his face down to breathe fresher air as he tries to regain control. He coughs, and pulls back to spit into the can. 

“Okay… okay now.” Shouto is whispering as he lowers the can, and helps Izuku settle back on the pillow. Izuku keeps his eyes clenched shut the entire time.

“I think… we maybe need to call Mr. Aizawa.” Shouto calls over to Momo who is typing frantically on her phone and leaning against Izuku’s desk. 

Izuku is shaking his head before she can even reply, cracking his eyes open to look up at Shouto. He’s already humiliated himself enough. Mr. Aizawa had said earlier that day that he was on patrol that night and that they’d better behave. Izuku didn’t want to pull him from his other job just to babysit him while he dry heaved. He could manage to be miserable all on his own. 

“Let’s try one more thing, first.” Momo says, taking a brief break from her phone. “I’m getting it all set up.” 

Shouto doesn’t look fully convinced, but he doesn’t argue. Izuku closes his eyes and focuses on taking each carefully measured breath after the next. 

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☢️Summary for skippers☢️

Izuku runs to the bathroom when his stomach gets very upset. He vomits into the trashcan while Shouto, and Momo try to get in to check on him. Once the first wave is done, they get him into bed and try to help him get comfortable. Izuku is in ever increasing pain from his belly that is swelling rapidly.

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☢️Chapter specific tags & trigger warnings☢️

Mineta: Graphic digestion (partial), claustrophobia, internal POV of vomiting, stomach noises,Incel language/rhetoric, misogyny, brief mention of SA through perpetrators POV, disposal (mention)

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Group chat: expansion/inflation, crime coverup, morally gray characters, putting innocent people at risk to cover up a crime

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Tight… the rough walls squeeze and churn around Mineta, scratching at his blistered skin as he curls closer around himself. His legs are drawn up to his chest in a fetal position, his arms locked in their bent position in front of his knees. 

Too tight…

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.

An occasional surge of adrenaline would course through him and he would jostle or stretch. He managed to kick down sharply once, his food squishing through another ring of muscle and into a tight tube with strange textured walls. He shuddered and pulled his foot back quickly. That journey was not available either. 

He was slowly and dreadfully running out of air. He panted into the groaning darkness, the humid air trapped in there with him thinning as he fought to stay awake. 

And beneath all the pain and anguish and the slow acceptance of fate– he felt rage. 

Those fucking women. Those fucking degenerate females. Acting like they had any right to do this to him. Disgusting. They weren’t even worthy of his time. They wished that he had chosen to use his quirk on them, to spend a magical evening with them. They had done this not from justice, but from envy. He shook with the righteous indignation of it. 

That he would die here, enveloped in the body of this worthless boy. To be churned and mulched into nutrients and shit!? 

Females were the worst– they committed the real crimes. They couldn’t accept kindness and charm with grace. They thought themselves better than men. And yet, they had the darkest demons in their souls. 

He knew one thing. This might be the end for him, but their karma was coming from them. They would each get what they deserved…

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[6:57 pm]

✌️Vibzz: MAYDAY- He’s expanding inside

✌️Vibzz: Reverting tofull size!

✌️Vibzz: Help

🎉Xdub:OH FUCK

🍡FHimb: Wtf? How long was the thing supposed to last???

🌸Fed%up:  The guy I got it from said it would last at least four hours! It’s only been two! 

🎉Xdub:We have to get him out of there!

✌️Vibzz: We can’t. We have to figure something else out

🍡FHimb: This is going too far. We have to get Izuku to the hospital!

✌️Vibzz: No names in the chat!

🍡FHimb: It’s past that! He’ll die if we don’t

🎉Xdub: There’s no explanation for this other than what it is.

🍡FHimb: If IZ dies too it’ll be twice as bad! He’s innocent.

🎉Xdub: I’m going to go check Ms bag- maybe he didn’t take it all?

✌️Vibzz: Good thought. F can your quirk help any here? 

✌️Vibzz: Fuck, he started throwing up again. His stomach is getting huge…

🎉Xdub: Runnnig–

🌸Fed%up:  I can try? It’s weird sometimes with others’ acid. But might be able to help some. Coming now

✌️Vibzz: We have to try something. He’s in so much pain and it’s because of us…

[7:02 pm]

 🍡FHimb: I still think we need to call for help. This is too big for us to handle. 

✌️Vibzz: Not yet. We try with Fs quirk and then well call if we need help

[Alert: 🍡FHimb attempted to take a screen shot at 7:03pm]

🎉Xdub: His waterbOttle is still at least half fulL! Heading ur way.

✌️Vibzz: wtf FH? 

✌️Vibzz: X- Put water in different bottle so it’s not recognized. 

🍡FHimb: I’m fucking scared, okay! I’m scared he’ll die and I won’t have any proof that I tried to stop that from happening! 

✌️Vibzz: We are ALL culpable in this. We will clean up this mess. No one is getting caught. 

[7:05pm]

🌸Fed%up:  Outside his room

[7:07pm]

🎉Xdub: Found spare bottle. Be right there

✌️Vibzz: Coming

[7:09pm]

🍡FHimb: I’m sorry I panicked. 

🍡FHimb: Can I help? 

🍡FHimb: I’m going to start on getting rid of Ms stuff.

[7:12pm]

✌️Vibzz: Good plan

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☢️Summary for skippers☢️

Mineta: His body  has expanded to the point where he doesn’t have room to move anymore. He experiences Izuku’s body trying to digest him, and then when he puts too much pressure on the system, he experiences it trying to eject him. He contemplates the nature of the people that had done this to him. He doesn’t think it’s an equal punishment.

Group chat: They panic and discuss reasons for Mineta to be expanding inside of Izuku. Realize that he didn’t finish drinking the shrinking solution and it’s wearing off early. Makes a plan to help. One member of the group gets scared and tries to screen shot the conversation.