Izuku--
The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over Musutafu as I made my way through the bustling streets. My mind was preoccupied with the list of groceries my mom had given me, and I barely noticed the people around me as I moved from store to store. The city was alive with energy, the hum of conversation blending with the distant roar of traffic. I found a sense of calm in the familiarity of the routine, the normalcy of everyday tasks providing a stark contrast to the chaos that often defined my life as a hero-in-training.
I was lost in thought, wondering if I had remembered to pick up everything on the list, when a flash of pink caught my eye. I turned my head to see Mina Ashido, one of my classmates from U.A., standing by a storefront. She wasn't alone, though. There was an odd intensity to her gaze, as if she was wrestling with a decision. Her usual bubbly demeanor was replaced by something more subdued, almost troubled.
"Hey, Mina!" I called out, waving to get her attention. She turned to face me, and for a moment, a shadow of a smile crossed her lips before it disappeared.
"Izuku," she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I need your help. Can you follow me?"
Her request was unexpected, but there was a sincerity in her eyes that made me nod without hesitation. "Sure, what's going on?"
Mina didn't answer immediately. Instead, she turned and began walking briskly, her movements almost mechanical. I quickened my pace to keep up, my curiosity piqued and a slight sense of unease beginning to stir in my chest. She led me down a series of winding streets, the buildings around us growing taller and casting long shadows as the sun dipped lower in the sky.
"Mina, where are we going?" I asked, trying to mask the nervousness creeping into my voice. She glanced back at me, her expression unreadable.
"Just trust me, Izuku," she said softly, and then she turned a corner, disappearing from sight.
I broke into a jog, not wanting to lose her in the maze of alleyways. When I rounded the corner, I was met with an empty alley. Panic flared in my chest as I scanned the area, my heart pounding. Where did she go?
I ventured further into the alley, the air growing cooler and the light dimmer. My foot landed in something wet, and I looked down to see a puddle of grayish goo. My breath hitched, and I recognized it immediately—this was Mina's acid. My mind raced, piecing together the possibilities, but before I could make sense of it, a glint of metal caught my eye.
Instinct kicked in, and I jumped back just in time to avoid a knife that embedded itself in the ground where I had been standing. I looked up, my pulse quickening as I saw a shadowy figure emerging from the depths of the alley.
--Himiko Toga--
Disguises were always fun, and today had been particularly entertaining. Slipping into Mina's form had been easy, her bubbly personality a stark contrast to my own, making it all the more thrilling. Watching Izuku follow me, his trust shining in those green eyes, gave me a rush of excitement. He had no idea what awaited him.
Leading him through the streets, I maintained Mina's brisk, purposeful pace, ensuring he couldn't keep up too easily. Every time he called out to me, I felt a strange sense of power. Here was Deku, the hero I admired and obsessed over, following me like a lost puppy.
As I turned the corner into the alley, I let Mina's form melt away, my true self emerging in the dim light. I knew he would follow, and I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he realized the trap he had walked into.
I heard his footsteps, hesitant at first, then quickening as he came around the corner. I slipped into the shadows, watching with glee as he stopped, confusion and concern playing across his features.
When he stepped into the puddle of goo, I couldn't help but smirk. The knife throw was a warning, a little game to heighten his senses. I watched him jump back, eyes wide with realization.
"Deku, oh Deku," I called out, my voice sweet and mocking as I stepped into the light. His reaction was everything I had hoped for—shock, recognition, and fear. "I'm so happy you came."
--Izuku--
The alley seemed to close in around me as Toga stepped into the light. My breath caught in my throat, her presence sending a shiver down my spine.
"Deku, oh Deku," she crooned, her voice sweet and mocking. "I'm so happy you came."
I took a step back, my mind racing for a strategy, but before I could react, she was upon me. Her movements were almost too fast to follow, and I felt a sharp pain in my arm as she stabbed me with a syringe. The world tilted, my vision blurring as the sedative took hold. My legs gave out, and I fell forward, barely catching myself on my hands and knees.
"Don't worry, Deku," Toga whispered, her voice distant as darkness closed in. "You'll be safe with me."
Her laughter echoed in my ears as I slipped into unconsciousness, my last thoughts a jumble of confusion and fear.
--Himiko Toga--
Watching Izuku collapse was like watching a beautifully choreographed dance come to its climax. His body hit the ground with a satisfying thud, and I couldn't help but giggle with delight. All that power, all that potential, now lying helpless at my feet.
"Sleep tight, my sweet Deku," I whispered, crouching down to brush a strand of hair from his face. There was something almost tender in the gesture, a mockery of affection that made the whole scene even more twisted.
The alley was silent save for the distant hum of the city, the perfect backdrop for this intimate moment. I knew the others would be waiting, but I lingered for a moment longer, savoring the victory.
After a few moments as I stood over Izuku's unconscious body, an amazing sight unfolded before my eyes. His form began to shimmer and shrink, his limbs retracting and his body compressing until he was no larger than two inches. I watched in silent fascination, the corners of my lips twitching upwards in delight.
The transformation was unexpected but not unwelcome. It made things so much easier. Kneeling down, I gently picked him up, cradling his tiny form in my hands. He looked so delicate, so vulnerable, and the sight filled me with a twisted sense of affection.
"Oh, Deku," I murmured, my voice a soft whisper in the quiet alley. "You're even cuter like this."
I slipped him into the pocket of my coat with extreme care, making sure he was securely tucked away. His small body nestled against the fabric, and I felt a surge of possessiveness. He was mine now, completely at my mercy.
Giggling to myself, I patted the pocket gently, savoring the moment. "Don't worry, Deku," I whispered. "You'll be safe with me."
With that, I turned and walked away, the night closing in around us as I carried my precious cargo into the shadows.
--Izuku--
I woke up enveloped in darkness, my senses sluggish and my body heavy with an unfamiliar lethargy. The air around me was musty, tinged with the scent of old wood and something metallic. I could tell I was trapped in some kind of enclosed space, the walls pressing in on me from all sides. The floor beneath me was hard and uneven, and the faint sound of my own breathing was the only noise in the oppressive silence.
I tried to feel around, my hands brushing against the smooth, cool surface of what felt like wooden walls. There was no obvious door, no escape. Frustration and fear gnawed at me as I stumbled through the darkness, my fingers tracing the contours of my prison.
The objects I encountered as I moved were strange, their textures unfamiliar. Some were soft and pliable, like rubber, while others were hard and cold. I tripped more than once, cursing under my breath as I picked myself up, only to stumble again. My attempts to navigate the space proved futile, and eventually, I gave up, sinking to the ground with my back against one of the weird-feeling objects.
Time passed slowly in the darkness. Without any way to measure it, each minute felt like an hour, and each hour like an eternity. I closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing thoughts, but the uncertainty of my situation made it impossible to rest. Every sound, every shift in the air, set my nerves on edge.
Suddenly, the silence was shattered by a series of thunderous bangs. They reverberated through my confined space, growing louder and closer with each impact. My heart pounded in my chest as the noise approached, a cacophony of sound that filled me with dread.
The bangs stopped abruptly, and before I could react, I was flung forward, landing hard on my face. Blinding light flooded my vision as the drawer I was in opened, the sudden brightness making me squint and shield my eyes.
As I struggled to get my bearings, a giant hand reached in and grabbed me. The sensation was overwhelming, my body dwarfed by the massive fingers that encircled me. I was lifted out of the drawer, the world around me spinning as I was brought face-to-face with Toga.
Her eyes were half-closed, a look of gleeful satisfaction on her face as she regarded me. "Good morning, Deku," she purred, her voice a mix of sweetness and malice. She held me up, inspecting me like a prized possession, her breath warm and sweet against my tiny form.
--Himiko Toga--
Holding tiny Izuku in my hand was a thrill like no other. His small, helpless form brought me immense joy, a twisted sense of affection that made my heart race. His wide eyes were filled with confusion and fear, making the moment even sweeter.
"Deku," I whispered, my voice dripping with excitement. "You look so adorable like this."
I couldn't help but giggle as I brought him closer to my face, my eyes drinking in every detail of his miniature form. His tiny limbs, his expressive eyes—everything about him was perfect. I imagined all the fun we could have together, and a shiver of anticipation ran down my spine.
Just then, the door to the room opened, and Dabi walked in. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of me holding Izuku, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
"Are you ready, deary?" I asked, my voice taking on a singsong quality.
Dabi's expression remained impassive as he moved to the bed and lay down, his eyes never leaving mine. "Always," he replied, his tone as dry as ever.
Excitement bubbled up inside me as I turned my attention back to Izuku. His tiny body trembled in my hand, his fear palpable and intoxicating. With a gentle yet firm grip, I brought him lower, towards Dabi's erect member.
Izuku's eyes widened in horror as he realized what was happening. "No, please!" he begged, his voice a tiny squeak against the overwhelming silence of the room.
But his pleas only fueled my excitement. I carefully positioned him, placing him in the hole of Dabi's member. The sensation must have been overwhelming for him, but I was too caught up in the thrill of the moment to care.
With Izuku in place, I disrobed, my movements slow and deliberate. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, my heart pounding in my chest. I positioned myself over Dabi, my body looming over Izuku like a monstrous entity. His tiny form was almost lost against the vast expanse of my skin.
And then, with a final, breathless moment of anticipation, I lowered myself onto Dabi's member, enveloping both him and the tiny Izuku within me. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of power, pleasure, and possessiveness that left me breathless.
--Izuku--
The darkness was thick and oppressive, pressing in from all sides as I found myself trapped in a horrifyingly intimate situation. The realization of where I was and what was happening made my blood run cold. The air was stifling, the heat almost unbearable, and I could barely move within the confines of Dabi's member. I was completely at the mercy of Toga's twisted desires.
Through the dim light filtering in from above, I saw Toga's massive form looming over me. Her body seemed to fill the entire space, her skin a landscape of smooth, pale flesh that extended infinitely above me. Her face, partially obscured by the shadows, wore an expression of ecstatic anticipation, her eyes half-lidded and glinting with a sadistic joy. Her lips parted in a breathy sigh, and I could hear her heartbeat, a rhythmic thudding that reverberated through the space around me.
As she positioned herself above Dabi, her body cast a looming shadow over me, her thighs creating a cavernous darkness. The heat radiating from her was palpable, a suffocating wave that made it hard to breathe. I could see every detail, every curve and line, as she descended slowly, her movements deliberate and controlled.
My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing the thunderous sounds from outside. I felt like a speck, insignificant and powerless, as Toga's giant form closed in. The space around me grew tighter, the pressure increasing as she lowered herself onto Dabi's member, enveloping me in a living, breathing prison of flesh.
Her moans and gasps filled the air, a haunting symphony of pleasure that contrasted sharply with my terror. I tried to scream, to call out for help, but my voice was swallowed by the overwhelming sensation of being engulfed. The walls around me pulsed with each movement, each breath she took, adding to the disorienting and claustrophobic experience.
As Toga's body pressed down, I was lost in the suffocating darkness, her warmth and pressure becoming my entire world. Every shift and movement was a reminder of my helplessness, my tiny form utterly consumed by the monstrous, living landscape that was Toga and Dabi.
The last thing I saw before everything went black was Toga's face, her eyes gleaming with unrestrained delight, her lips curved into a triumphant smile. Her whispered words echoed in my mind as consciousness slipped away, leaving me to the mercy of the living nightmare.
--
Time had lost all meaning. The relentless motion of Toga's body, the suffocating heat, and the overwhelming pressure made it impossible to think clearly. I felt every thrust, every movement, as she rode Dabi with a manic intensity that seemed to stretch on forever. My tiny form was battered and jostled within the confines of Dabi's member, every second a fresh wave of terror and helplessness.
I could hear their voices, muffled and distorted, as they spoke above me. Dabi's voice, rough and breathless, broke through the rhythmic pounding. "Toga, I'm just about finished."
Her response was a sultry whisper, dripping with excitement. "Get ready with a good thrust, deary."
I barely had time to process her words before I felt the shift, the sudden tightening as Dabi prepared for his final thrust. The world around me seemed to compress and then explode in a blinding rush of motion and heat. The force of the thrust sent me flying like a bullet, propelled by a torrent of white goo.
I was hurled through the slick, dark passage, tumbling uncontrollably. The sensation was dizzying, the world a blur of motion and heat. I tried to brace myself, but the force was too great, and I was carried along by the relentless tide of semen.
--Himiko Toga--
The sensation was indescribable. As Dabi's final thrust propelled him deep inside me, I felt the rush of warmth and the incredible pressure as he released. My plan was coming to fruition, and the thought filled me with a twisted sense of triumph.
I could feel the tiny form of Izuku as he was carried along by the force of Dabi's climax, hurtling deep inside me. The sensation was both exhilarating and surreal, my body reacting to the intense stimulation as my plan unfolded perfectly.
--Izuku--
I continued to be propelled deeper, the tight, warm walls closing in around me. The pressure was immense, and I was barely able to keep myself oriented as I was pushed along. Finally, the force began to abate, and I found myself slowing down, the passage widening slightly until I was deposited into a larger, more spacious cavity.
I was disoriented and gasping for breath, my body battered and aching. As I struggled to regain my bearings, I realized where I was. The realization was horrifying—Toga's womb. I had been pushed all the way inside her reproductive system, carried along with Dabi's semen.
In the dim, warm darkness, I could feel something moving, something wriggling and alive. I managed to grab onto it, my fingers curling around the slippery form. It was one of the sperm, a wriggling, desperate creature seeking out the egg. The horror of the situation hit me anew as I was carried along by the sperm, deeper into the womb.
I screamed, my voice lost in the oppressive darkness, as I saw the giant egg looming ahead. The sperm, driven by an instinctive force, pushed forward relentlessly, and I was unable to break free from its grip. Together, we hit the egg, the impact sending a shockwave through my body.
The membrane of the egg enveloped us, the world outside becoming a blur as we were absorbed into its gelatinous interior. I felt the strange, alien sensation of being fused with the sperm, our forms melding together as the egg began the process of fertilization. My consciousness flickered, overwhelmed by the biological processes taking place.
--Himiko Toga--
Weeks passed in a blur of anticipation and excitement. I could feel the changes in my body, the subtle shifts and signs that my plan had succeeded. I reveled in the sensation, the knowledge that Izuku was now a part of me in the most intimate way possible.
One morning, I stood in front of the mirror, my hand resting on my slightly swollen abdomen. The curve of my stomach was a clear indication of my pregnancy, the result of the night's twisted culmination. I smiled, a satisfied, almost maternal expression on my face.
"Soon, Deku," I whispered to my reflection, my eyes gleaming with triumph. "You'll be with me forever."
The weight of my secret filled me with a sense of power and satisfaction. I caressed my belly gently, feeling the life growing inside me, the product of my dark and twisted love. Every movement, every sensation, was a reminder of my triumph and the promise of what was to come.
-- Quick Note:
As my writing improves I am going to go back to my old chapters and edit them so if you see an update but no new chapter it's just me editing previous chapters.
I apologize for any inconvenience you will receive.