Featuring Female Izuku
--Izumi--
As I sit on the vast expanse of a giant polished wooden table, the colossal objects surrounding me seem like a landscape of giants. The cold, smooth surface beneath me sends a shiver through my tiny body, clad in a pink Barbie dress that clings awkwardly to my form.
The fabric feels synthetic and strange against my skin, a constant reminder of my diminutive state. Inko's voice booms overhead, each word a reverberation in my ears, a painful reminder of my current existence.
"Inko, I don't know how you do it," Mitsuki's voice, equally loud, penetrates the air like a thunderclap. She sets her coffee cup down with a resounding clank that echoes around me, making me flinch.
"It's not easy," Inko replies, her tone laced with frustration. "Having to take care of a shrunken, quirkless woman... It's just so embarrassing."
I wince at her words, shrinking further into myself, wishing I could disappear entirely. The memory of being placed in a dark, cramped drawer for a week after speaking out of turn is still fresh in my mind. I must be good this time, silent and invisible.
"You have a heart of gold, Inko," Mitsuki says sympathetically. "Most people wouldn't do half of what you do for Izumi."
My mother sighs heavily, her breath a gust of wind that ruffles my hair. "Sometimes I wonder if I'm just a fool."
The sound of approaching footsteps draws my attention. Katsuki and Kirishima, towering like skyscrapers, stride over from the couch. Their eyes, sharp and scrutinizing, fix on me with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. I feel like a bug under a magnifying glass, exposed and vulnerable.
Nothing was more overwhelming than the giants now staring down at me—Katsuki and Kirishima. Their faces, massive and scrutinizing, filled my entire field of vision. It felt like an eternity as their eyes bore into me, examining every inch of my tiny form.
I tried to shrink away from their gaze, my hands instinctively moving to cover my chest. The Barbie dress that Inko had given me was woefully inadequate, the tight fabric clinging awkwardly and highlighting my generous bust. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and deeply embarrassed under their intense scrutiny.
Just as I thought I couldn't bear it any longer, Katsuki's enormous pinky finger descended towards me. It felt like a pillar as it made contact with my forehead, the force of his touch knocking me onto my back. The world tilted and spun briefly, and I let out a tiny gasp, more from surprise than pain.
As I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, I noticed a faint blush creeping across both of their faces. They quickly averted their eyes, turning to Inko. The change in their demeanor was subtle but noticeable, a mixture of embarrassment and perhaps something else.
"Aunt Inko," Katsuki began, his voice reverberating through the air like distant thunder, "Kirishima and I were thinking we could take care of Izumi for you."
"Yeah," Kirishima added, his tone softer but equally as powerful to my tiny ears. "It'd give you a break, and we can make sure she's looked after."
Inko, her attention still fixed on Mitsuki, didn't seem to notice the odd tension in the room. She looked to her friend for guidance, and Mitsuki gave a small, supportive nod. With a sigh, Inko turned back to Katsuki and Kirishima.
"Alright," she said, her voice carrying a note of relief. "If you're sure you can handle it."
Before I could fully process what was happening, Kirishima's hand—warm and rough with calluses—scooped me up gently. His grip was firm but not painful, and I found myself cradled in his palm. The world shifted as he lifted me, the rapid change in perspective making my stomach lurch.
I was then placed into the darkness of his pants pocket, the fabric soft but confining. It smelled faintly of detergent and something uniquely his—a comforting, if unfamiliar, scent. The muffled sounds of their voices and footsteps created a strange, almost rhythmic background noise as they moved upstairs to Katsuki's bedroom.
The journey felt surreal, my tiny world confined to the dark pocket. Each step they took resonated through my body, the vibrations a constant reminder of their immense size and power. I tried to steady myself, pressing against the walls of the pocket to keep from being jostled too much.
Finally, the motion stopped, and I felt Kirishima's hand reach in to retrieve me. The sudden light was blinding after the darkness, and I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust. I was lifted out and then unceremoniously dumped onto a giant bed. The mattress was soft beneath me, the expanse of the bed stretching out like a vast, undulating plain.
As I lay there, catching my breath and taking in my new surroundings, I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. Fear and uncertainty, yes, but also a glimmer of something I hadn't felt in a long time—hope. Hope that maybe, in this new place with these new guardians, I might find a way to carve out a new life for myself.
The room around me was enormous, the ceiling high above, the walls stretching out into the distance. Katsuki and Kirishima stood on either side of the bed, their massive forms casting long shadows over me. They watched me closely, their expressions a mix of curiosity and something else I couldn't quite identify.
The air was thick with tension as Kirishima peered down at me, his immense eyes filled with an odd mixture of curiosity and amusement. "So... I guess that makes us your owners now, huh?" His voice boomed through the air, a deep, resonant sound that made my whole body vibrate.
Before I could even think of how to respond, Katsuki snorted dismissively, his gaze never leaving me. "Well, duh, idiot. As long as we don't accidentally kill her, we can do whatever we want with her."
A cold shiver ran down my spine at his words. The nonchalance in his tone made it clear he saw me as little more than a toy, a plaything for their amusement. I tried to cover myself instinctively, but it was futile.
In an instant, Katsuki's massive hand descended, his fingers like iron bands around my tiny body. With an almost casual brutality, he tore the top half of my dress clean off, the fabric shredding under his strength. My breasts, now free from the constricting dress, bounced with relief, though the sensation was far from comforting.
I gasped, my cheeks burning with humiliation as he lifted me by my legs, bringing me up to Kirishima's face, the red-haired giant blushing deeply but not looking away. His eyes roamed over my exposed body, taking in every detail.
"Look at her," Katsuki said with a cruel chuckle, shaking his hand lightly. The motion sent my breasts bouncing wildly, each movement making me feel more and more like a helpless doll.
Kirishima's blush deepened, but he didn't avert his gaze. His eyes were fixed on me, his breath warm and heavy, a stark reminder of the power he held over my tiny form.
The whole world seemed to tilt and sway as Katsuki continued to shake me, each movement causing my breasts to jolt and jiggle in the air. I felt utterly powerless, a plaything for their amusement, with no way to assert my own will or dignity.
As I was held bounced up and down, the room spinning around me, Katsuki's gaze shifted downward. His eyes lit up with a mischievous glint, and a huge smirk spread across his face. "Well, well, looks like someone's excited," he said, his tone dripping with mockery.
I followed his gaze to see the unmistakable bulge in Kirishima's pants, his arousal clear and obvious. The sight filled me with a mix of dread and despair. The situation was far worse than I had imagined, and I was completely at their mercy.
Katsuki's smirk grew wider as he looked back at me, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic delight. "Looks like we're gonna have some fun, huh?" he taunted, shaking me a little harder.
With a single hand, Katsuki guided Kirishima to sit on the bed while holding me tightly in the other. His grip was firm, fingers encircling my waist with a roughness that sent chills through my body. The bed's edge loomed closer, and with an expert flick of his wrist, Katsuki lowered Kirishima's pants with a single swipe, exposing his rapidly growing arousal.
As Kirishima sat down, his member sprang up, a massive structure that seemed impossibly large from my perspective. Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, Katsuki's fingers tore the remainder of my dress away. The fabric ripped easily under his strength, leaving me completely exposed. My skin prickled with the cool air, every inch of my bare form vulnerable.
Katsuki's hand moved with swift precision, and suddenly I was falling. The world spun around me as I dropped, landing unceremoniously on Kirishima's erect member. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around what I could, seeking some semblance of stability. My tiny body clung to him, the heat of his flesh almost scalding against my skin.
When I opened my eyes, the realization hit me with full force. I was hugging a giant erection, there was nothing little about it. The sheer size and power of his arousal made me feel even smaller and more insignificant. My heart pounded in my chest, a rapid rhythm of fear and humiliation.
"Look at how helpless she is," Katsuki's voice boomed overhead, filled with cruel amusement. His words reverberated through the air, making me flinch.
Kirishima leaned back slightly, his massive form shifting beneath me. He looked down, his eyes wide with a mixture of embarrassment and something darker. His cheeks flushed a deep red as he took in the sight of me straddling his member, my tiny body dwarfed by his size.
His breath hitched, a soft, almost inaudible gasp escaping his lips. The blush spread across his face, a vivid contrast to his usually confident demeanor. I could feel his pulse beneath me, a steady, powerful throb that matched the racing of my own heart.
The world around me seemed surreal, every detail magnified and distorted. The bed beneath us was an expansive plain, the sheets rumpled and warm. The scent of their bodies filled the air, a mix of sweat and musk that made my head spin. Katsuki's laughter echoed like distant thunder, a constant reminder of my utter helplessness.
As I clung to Kirishima, my mind raced with a tumult of emotions. Fear and humiliation were the most prominent, but there was also a strange sense of detachment, as if I were watching this scene unfold from a distance. My body reacted on instinct, seeking any way to maintain balance and avoid further pain.
Kirishima's hand hovered above me, hesitant yet curious. His fingers twitched, and I could feel the warmth of his skin radiating down. He seemed unsure, caught between desire and a lingering sense of propriety. His eyes flicked up to meet Katsuki's, seeking guidance or perhaps reassurance.
"Go on," Katsuki urged, his tone dripping with sadistic delight. "She's all yours."
Kirishima's gaze returned to me, and I saw a flicker of resolve in his eyes. His blush deepened, and he swallowed hard, the sound audible even to my tiny ears. He reached down tentatively, his fingers brushing against my back with surprising gentleness.
The touch sent a shiver through me, a mix of fear and an unbidden thrill. My grip tightened reflexively, my body pressing closer to him. The heat of his arousal was almost overwhelming, a constant reminder of my precarious position.
Then, with a single, deliberate movement, Kirishima wrapped his enormous hand around his throbbing member, pinning me between his rough palm and the heated flesh. The pressure was intense, my body squeezed against the rigid surface, my breath catching in my throat. I felt every pulse and throb of his arousal, the overwhelming heat radiating through me.
He started to pump slowly at first, each motion sending a wave of movement through my tiny form. The friction of his skin against mine was both abrasive and strangely stimulating, the rough texture of his hand contrasting with the smoothness of his member. Each stroke pushed me slightly upwards, the pressure increasing as his pace quickened.
As the rhythm grew faster and more relentless, I found myself being forced higher and higher, my body sliding against the slick, throbbing surface. My legs were pinned, my torso pressed firmly against him, and soon my head was level with the slit at the tip of his member. The smell of his arousal was potent, filling my senses and making my head spin.
Desperately, I managed to look up, seeking any glimpse of what was happening beyond this overwhelming experience. Katsuki's face came into view, his smirk wide and mocking. His eyes glinted with sadistic delight as he watched my predicament unfold. The sight of his expression filled me with a mix of dread and defiance, a helpless rage bubbling within me.
Suddenly, Kirishima's thumb pressed down on my head, forcing it against the slick, sensitive slit. A warm, sticky substance began to ooze out, coating my face and hair. I gasped, the taste of it salty and unfamiliar, as more of the pre-finish leaked from him. The sensation was overwhelming, my head now completely covered in the viscous fluid.
Kirishima's grip tightened as he continued to pump, the motions becoming more urgent and erratic. I could feel the tension building in his body, every muscle tightening in anticipation. His breath came in heavy, ragged gasps, each exhale sending a gust of hot air over me.
With a final, shuddering motion, Kirishima leaned his head back, his whole body going rigid. The world seemed to hold its breath for a moment, a silent, suspended instant before the inevitable release. When he finally came, the white, sticky goo erupted from his member in a torrent, covering his hand and drenching me completely.
The force of it was overwhelming, the hot, thick fluid spilling over my body, seeping into every crevice and coating me from head to toe. I could feel it dripping down my face, my arms, my legs, every inch of me soaked in his release. The sensation was suffocating, the weight of the goo pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe.
Exhausted, Kirishima fell back onto the bed, his body collapsing with a heavy thud. His grip on me loosened, and I felt myself slipping free from his grasp. I tumbled through the air for a brief, disorienting moment before landing in the coarse, wiry expanse of his pubic hair. It was almost like a bed, the strands cushioning my fall and holding me in place.
I lay there, gasping for breath, my tiny chest heaving with the effort. The sticky residue of Kirishima's release clung to me, a constant, suffocating reminder of my helplessness. Above me, the two giants moved, their voices a distant, thunderous rumble. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the world around me, to retreat into a small, safe corner of my mind.
I barely had a moment to catch my breath before Katsuki's enormous hand swooped down and plucked me from the wiry forest of Kirishima's pubic hair. The sudden movement made my head spin, the world a blur of colors and shapes as he lifted me towards his face. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a desperate drum.
His face loomed large before me, every detail magnified to terrifying proportions. His eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. His mouth opened slightly, and I saw his tongue emerge, a pink, muscular mass glistening with moisture.
Slowly, methodically, Katsuki began to lick Kirishima's white goo off my body. The sensation was overwhelming, his tongue hot and slick against my skin. Each stroke was deliberate, the rough texture of his taste buds dragging across me, lifting the sticky residue from my tiny form. He started with broad sweeps, coating me in his saliva as he cleaned away the remnants of Kirishima's release.
His eyes never left me, watching intently as he worked. The expression in them was one of satisfaction, as if he were savoring every moment of my humiliation. I felt utterly powerless, a mere object for his amusement, my body a canvas for his twisted desires.
When he reached my breasts, Katsuki slowed his pace even further. His tongue pressed against my chest, the warmth and wetness making me shudder. He took his time, circling each breast with meticulous care, ensuring every trace of goo was removed. The sensation was both invasive and oddly thorough, my skin tingling from the rough texture of his tongue.
Moving lower, he continued his methodical cleaning, his tongue sliding over my stomach and down towards my legs. I tensed as he reached my most private areas, his tongue pressing firmly against me. Each deliberate stroke felt like an eternity, the intimate contact leaving me feeling exposed and humiliated beyond words. Katsuki's eyes gleamed with cruel delight as he watched my reactions, his smirk never wavering.
The process seemed to go on forever, each agonizing second stretching into an eternity. My skin felt raw and sensitive from the relentless assault, my mind reeling from the sensory overload. Finally, after what felt like an age, he seemed satisfied. His tongue retreated back into his mouth, and he smirked, clearly pleased with his work.
Without a word, Katsuki carried me over to his dresser and opened a drawer. The scent of fabric softener and his personal musk wafted out, a stark contrast to the chaos of the past moments. He lowered me into the dark, confined space, the soft folds of underwear surrounding me like a prison.
As the drawer slid shut, the light was cut off, plunging me into darkness. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the distant sounds of Katsuki and Kirishima moving about. I lay there, curled up on the soft fabric, trying to process everything that had happened.
In the stifling darkness, I felt a surge of determination. No matter how bleak things seemed, I would find a way to endure. The spark of hope within me, however faint, refused to be extinguished. I would survive this, and one day, I would reclaim my dignity