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Chapter 12: Starved
Izuku was finding it hard to focus on class. The teacher’s voice kept fading into a background drone even as he tried to pay attention to what they were saying. It was so difficult considering how hungry he was. He could feel it rumbling just demanding to be fed. He just had to wait a little bit longer until school was out and then he could eat. He had done this before. Just a little bit longer. Just a little longer. Just a little longer. He kept repeating the mantra trying to distract himself from the growing sensation in his stomach.
The bell rang signaling his salvation. He hurried to pack everything away not paying any attention to anything else which was a poor decision. He was so distracted he didn’t notice Bakugou approach until the hands slammed down on his desk. Startled by the sudden action Izuku fell out of his chair, looking up at Bakugou with his two lackeys blocking off any escape. “And where do you think you’re trying to run off to? Did you forget what happened this afternoon Deku?”
Izuku desperately tried to remember what had happened but his brain was still foggy. He really needed to get home and have something to eat. The only thing that came to mind was when he had accidentally bumped into Bakugou during one of the breaks but he had already apologized profusely for what had happened. Unfortunately Bakugou didn’t seem to think so. A small blast in his face convinced him that his idea had merit.
He stumbled back, stunned from the concussive force and then Bakugou was in his face yelling at him. The words passed over him meaninglessly, like waves crashing on the shore, as the world seemed to dim and withdraw. He felt himself being lifted up by his shirt in Bakugou’s grasp but his stomach was killing him. He could feel it writhing, the need to devour growing like some sort of monstrous beast.
“Please…Leave.” Bakugou scoffed at the plea of Deku. Like he was going to show any mercy to the nerd. A loud growl cut through the air disrupting the situation.
“Oh I see. You’re hungry aren’t you Deku?” He smirked cruelly. “Then why don’t I give you something for that stomach of yours,” he said as he proceeded to lay into Izuku mercilessly with his fists. Again and again his fist drove into Izuku’s stomach joining the internal heaving already present.
Too much. It was too much! He tried to keep his mouth shut tightly but his jaw was forced open by the flood of vile fluid from his guts. The tar like liquid poured from his mouth splashing all over Bakugou who let him drop to the floor. He fell away screaming, feeling whatever the fuck Deku had just vomited out eat into his flesh. He clawed at his body trying to scrape it off, but the perverse substance clung to him tenaciously. The extras scrambled around like headless chickens, logic and thought fleeing in their panic.
Izuku held himself up off the floor trying to not drown in his own vomit that was growing in a pool below him. The black liquid bubbled and frothed becoming more violent as it continued to expand. It was like Izuku had been turned into some sort of perverted fountain bringing out more of this eldritch liquid than could have ever possibly been in his body to begin with.
Sharp teeth began to poke out of the surface as it crashed over the ignorant students. Bakugou and his cronies struggled to escape but it was impossible. Any bare flesh not covered by the corrosive goop was impaled to the floor by the monstrous teeth. Their screams were only making his headache worse as their flesh was decaying away. Mercifully for Izuku the pestilent substance soon covered their mouths leaving only the gurgling of the blob as it went about its business. Their struggles continued to weaken as it slowly consumed them flowing over them, inexorable in its hunger. Soon there was nothing more than a nearly comatose Izuku and a tenebrous quivering blob sitting on the classroom floor. Slowly the shaking became less frequent as the repulsive solution of digested remains and liquid rot mixed together.
The liquid began to creep across the floor to where Izuku lay exhausted from the entire ordeal. It climbed over his face leaving him shuddering from the disturbing texture of liquified humans. He wanted to gag on the rotten taste as it flowed into his mouth and back into his stomach. It was horrible and sickening and wrong on so many levels and he absolutely hated it. But all he did was turn his scrunched up face to the side. He had tried to fight it before and the...substance could get very violent forcing itself back into its safe haven, attacking the delicate flesh of his mouth and throat. Izuku didn’t want to be coughing up blood again anytime soon and simply let it gently dribble in, like drooling in reverse.
Slowly it settled itself into his stomach and let him feel contentedly full. Izuku wanted to vomit it all up once it was all inside of him. To rid himself of this taboo flesh that was being digested inside of his stomach. But he couldn’t. Because as much as he hated feeling full he hated starving even more.