I often wonder what life could have been if things were different. If I wasn't born into a world where my size determined my worth, where every day was a fight for survival, and every shadow a potential threat. But here I am, Izuku Midoriya, just another tiny person among thousands, bred and raised for the amusement of the giants that rule our world.
The breeding farm was the only home I had ever known. From as far back as I can remember, it was a place of cold metal and harsh light, where the air always smelled of antiseptic and fear. The cages were small, just large enough to stand and turn around in, and stacked high in rows that seemed to go on forever. Each cage held a tiny person, a potential product waiting to be sold.
Our caretaker, a giant with a face like a stone, would come by each morning and peer into our cages with a look of indifference. We were numbers to him, not individuals. He would pluck some of us from our cages, examining us like one would a piece of fruit, checking for flaws or defects. Those deemed unfit were never seen again.
One morning, it was my turn. The caretaker's massive hand reached into my cage, the bars bending slightly under the pressure of his grip. I was lifted into the air, my stomach churning with a mix of fear and hope. He scrutinized me with his cold, calculating eyes, then nodded in satisfaction. I had been chosen, but for what fate, I could only guess.
That day, a group of us were gathered together for the first time. It was the first time I saw others up close, their faces reflecting my own mix of dread and uncertainty. We were all given a quick, rough bath, the cold water making us shiver. Then we were crammed into a plastic container with small airholes punched through the lid. There was barely enough room to move, and the air grew stifling with our combined breath.
The container was placed into a dark, cardboard box. The lid closed with a finality that sent a shiver down my spine. We were plunged into complete darkness, the only sounds the muffled sobs of the others and the occasional creak of the box as it was moved. Time lost all meaning in that darkness. Minutes stretched into hours, or perhaps it was days. We could only wait and wonder what awaited us on the other side.
After what felt like an eternity, the box was jostled roughly, sending us tumbling into one another. The movement stopped, and we heard the sound of tape being cut, the ripping noise loud in the oppressive silence. Light flooded in as the box was opened, blinding us after so long in the dark. A giant face peered down at us, its expression one of mild curiosity.
"Fresh shipment," the giant muttered, reaching in to lift our container. We were placed on a cold, metal surface, and the lid was removed. Blinking against the sudden brightness, I took in my surroundings. We were on a shelf, surrounded by rows of other containers, each holding tiny people like us. The air was filled with the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant murmur of voices.
The store was a strange, overwhelming place. Giants walked past, glancing at the containers with varying degrees of interest. Some would stop and peer inside, their eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and indifference. We were products on display, our lives reduced to commodities to be bought and sold.
As the hours passed, the initial shock began to wear off, replaced by a grim acceptance. This was our reality now. We had been taken from the farm and placed here to be sold. Our futures were uncertain, our fates resting in the hands of those who saw us as little more than toys.
I looked around at my fellow captives, their faces reflecting the same mix of fear and resignation. Among them was a girl with bright eyes and a determined expression, standing out from the sea of despair. She caught my gaze and offered a small, encouraging smile. It was a small gesture, but it sparked a glimmer of hope within me.
The store's lights dimmed, signaling the end of the day. As darkness settled in, I couldn't shake the feeling that our journey was only just beginning.
The next day, the store was abuzz with activity. Giants moved through the aisles like living mountains, their immense bodies creating gusts of wind that ruffled the airholes in our container. Each giant was a force of nature, their footsteps sending faint vibrations through the shelf on which we sat.
I watched with growing dread as one after another, these colossal beings would pick up our container, peer inside with idle curiosity, and then set us back down with a dismissive glance when they saw the price tag.
As the hours dragged on, a sense of hopelessness settled over me. Each giant face that loomed above us seemed more indifferent than the last. It wasn't until near the end of the day that a woman with short, spiky blond hair stopped in front of our shelf.
Her gaze was sharp and inquisitive, and when she picked up our container, I felt a chill run down my spine. Her eyes scanned over us with a predatory interest, lingering on each of our tiny forms.
"Inko is going to be in for a surprise tonight," she murmured with a smile, her words sending a jolt of fear through me. Without another word, she placed our container into her cart and continued shopping, her movements confident and unhurried.
The checkout process was a blur of overwhelming sensations. The beeping of the scanner, the rustle of bags, and the low hum of conversations all blended into a cacophony that made my head spin.
Our container was jostled roughly as it was scanned, the barcode beneath us identifying us as mere merchandise. Then, with a finality that made my heart sink, we were dropped into the dark confines of the woman's purse.
The journey in the purse was a chaotic mix of darkness and motion. We were tossed around with each step she took, the jarring movements making it impossible to find any sense of stability.
My fellow captives clung to each other, their faces pale with fear. In the suffocating blackness, we were all reduced to the same helpless state, our fates now entirely out of our hands.
After what felt like an eternity, the world around us finally came to a stop. A blinding light pierced the darkness as the purse was opened, and we were unceremoniously dumped onto a hard surface. I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness. As my vision cleared, I found myself looking up at the face of another giant—a woman with vibrant green hair and wide, surprised eyes.
"Oh Mitsuki, you shouldn't have," the green-haired woman said, her voice a mix of surprise and delight.
"Happy birthday, Inko," replied Mitsuki, the blond woman who had purchased us. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes as she popped the lid off our container, her massive fingers deftly working the small clasps that held it shut.
The lid was removed with a soft click, and we were exposed to the open air. I took in my surroundings with a sense of growing dread. We were on a vast, wooden expanse—a coffee table, its surface cluttered with various snacks and dips. The scale of everything around us was overwhelming. What to them were simple party foods were, to us, towering mountains and vast pools.
Inko's green eyes peered down at us with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "They're so tiny," she remarked, her voice a low rumble that vibrated through the air. She reached out, and her enormous fingers descended towards us, each one as thick as my entire body. I flinched instinctively, my heart pounding in my chest.
Mitsuki laughed softly. "Go ahead, pick one up. They're surprisingly durable."
I watched in horror as Inko's fingers wrapped around one of my fellow captives, a young girl who had been huddled close to me. The girl let out a tiny scream, her limbs flailing helplessly as she was lifted into the air. Inko held her up to her face, inspecting her with a kind of detached interest.
"She's cute," Inko said, her breath washing over the girl in a warm, overpowering gust. The girl squirmed, her tiny cries barely audible over the giants' conversation.
Mitsuki nodded. "They make great conversation pieces. Just imagine the fun you could have at parties."
I felt a cold sweat break out over my body. To them, we were nothing more than entertainment, living toys to be played with at their whim. The sheer power disparity was staggering. Each of their casual movements could spell life or death for us, and they seemed utterly oblivious to the terror they inspired.
As the evening wore on, we were left on the coffee table, surrounded by the remnants of Inko's birthday celebration. The giants chatted and laughed, their voices booming like distant thunder. Occasionally, one of them would reach for a snack, their hands passing dangerously close to our container. Each time, I held my breath, praying that we would be overlooked.
But luck was not on our side. At one point, Mitsuki reached for a bowl of chips, her hand brushing against our container and sending it skidding a few inches across the table. We tumbled inside, the impact jarring and disorienting. When we came to a stop, I found myself pressed against the transparent wall, my heart racing.
"Oops," Mitsuki said with a chuckle. "Forgot they were there."
Inko laughed too, with little care in her voice she said "Sorry, little ones. We'll be more careful."
Her words did little to comfort me. The casual way they treated us, the complete disregard for our safety and dignity, was a stark reminder of our place in this world. We were nothing more than curiosities, and our lives were at the mercy of these giants.
The true horror began when the giants decided to sample us as if we were just another delicacy. Mitsuki's hand reached down, her fingers closing around a young man who had been standing next to me. He struggled, his tiny limbs flailing, but it was no use. She dipped him into a bowl of creamy dip, his screams muffled by the thick substance, and then raised him to her mouth.
I watched in abject horror as her lips parted, revealing rows of teeth as larger than my entire body. With a casual flick of her wrist, she tossed the tiny man into her mouth. There was a brief, muffled scream, and then silence. Mitsuki chewed thoughtfully, a look of mild interest on her face.
Inko followed suit, picking up a terrified woman and dipping her into a glass of wine. The woman's cries were drowned out as she was submerged, and then lifted to Inko's lips. The giant woman's tongue flicked out, tasting the wine-soaked woman before she was drawn into the cavernous mouth. Inko's eyes closed in apparent enjoyment as she swallowed, her throat working visibly as the woman disappeared.
One by one, my fellow captives were taken. Each time, the giants would comment on the taste, comparing us to different snacks and delicacies. Some were dipped in chip dip, ranch dressing, and even a spicy salsa that caused them to writhe in pain before being consumed. It was a nightmarish banquet, and we were the main course.
I tried to keep my composure, to stay hidden among the remnants of our container, but it was impossible. The giants were methodical, ensuring that none of us were overlooked. Finally, it was just me left, trembling and alone in the plastic prison.
Inko's hand descended, her fingers closing around my body with a grip that left me no room to move. She lifted me into the air, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Time for the last one," she said, her voice sending a shiver down my spine.
She dipped me into the chip dip, the cold, thick substance clinging to my body. The smell was overwhelming, and I struggled to breathe. As she lifted me towards her mouth, my heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst. I could see every detail of her lips, the slight sheen of saliva, the faint lines and creases. Her mouth opened, revealing the dark cavern within.
Just as I thought it was the end, I slipped from her fingers. The dip made me slick, and I fell, tumbling through the air. I landed with a soft thud, not on the hard surface of the table, but in a warm, soft valley. I looked up, dazed, to find myself nestled between Inko's breasts.
Mitsuki giggled, her massive face filling my vision. "You made a mess, Inko," she teased, leaning in. I watched in horrified fascination as her tongue extended, a massive, pink muscle that swept down and licked the dip from Inko's skin. I was caught up in the motion, dragged along by the force of it.
Then, before I could react, Mitsuki's lips closed around me. I was drawn into her mouth, the warmth and moisture overwhelming. Her tongue moved me around, coating me in saliva, before she leaned in and kissed Inko deeply.
I was passed between their mouths, the sensation disorienting and terrifying. I could hear the muffled sounds of their laughter, feel the vibrations of their pleasure as they played with me like a toy. Finally, I was deposited into Inko's mouth, the last sight I had was Mitsuki's giant face pulling away with a satisfied smile.
Inko's tongue moved me around, tasting me, before she tilted her head back. I felt a sudden pressure, and then I was sliding down her throat, the muscles contracting around me in a rhythmic motion. It was dark, wet, and suffocating, the air filled with the sounds of her body.
And then, there was nothing.
