Class 1-A Meet Their Match (Comm)
 
 
"This place gives me the creeps, Tsuyu..." Uraraka whispered to her frog-like friend.
 
"Shhh, instructor Mirko could hear you!"
 
"Alright girls, we have arrived!" Said instructor announced, a large smile on her face. "Walking here was some great starting exercise, wasn't it?"
 
The five girls only groaned, and Mirko laughed heartily, hands on her hips.
 
"You students nowadays are complete sedentaries! If you don't move those fat asses of yours, how can you expect to be heroes that save people?! Anyway, I'll give a few minutes to rest, then the real fun will begin!"
 
That party of beautiful females consisted of five alumni from Class 1-A of U. A. High School, a place where aspiring youth could fulfill their dreams of becoming Pro Heroes. They consisted of Ochaco Uraraka, Kyoka Jiro, Momo Yaoyorozu, Mina Ashido, Tsuyu Asui and their instructor, the Pro Hero and substitute teacher Rumi Usagiyama, better known as Mirko. They were all voluptuous women to their own right, with special powers known as "Quirks" which made not only beautiful but also incredibly talented and more well prepared for combat than the average woman.
 
Kyoka Jiro, Hero name "Earphone Jack" was a reserved, snarky petite punk woman with a Quirk that manifested as plug-like structures extending from her earlobes. Her curvaceous body made quite the contrast with her cold personality, and her wide hips and thick thighs were of particularly impressive size.
 
Mina Ashido, Hero name "Pinky" had the Quirk "Acid" which, besides giving her the ability to produce said substance from her body, made her entire body be of the pink color, which was the source of her name. She was Jiro's complete oposite, being cheerful and happy-go-lucky about everything. Her body was also thicker, her breasts quite large and her ass particularly fat.
 
Momo Yaoyorozu, Hero name "Creati" had the Quirk "Creation" which allowed her to generate objects from her body, which justified her choice for a Hero costume being a scandalous outfit that showed as much skin as it was possible, with a cleavage that went down to her navel. Prim, proper and sometimes even a bit nerdy, the tall brunette still had one of the most impressive bodies out of the group, with gigantic tits that bounced and jiggled with the slightest movement.
 
Next was Ochaco Uraraka, Hero name "Uravity" who, with her Quirk "Zero Gravity", was a force to be reckoned with in her class. A bubbly air-head, Ochaco also had great ambition due to the hardships her family passed, and dreamed of becoming a great Hero to give them all a better life. Short haired and curvy, she had some extra fat where it mattered, being quite possibly one of the thickest members of the party, something made all the more clear due to the tight body suit she had chosen as her Hero costume.
 
Tsuyu Asui was the batrachian Hero with the alias "Froppy", whose Quirk was the source of her large eyes, wide mouth and prehensile tongue which she knew so well how to use. A close friend of Uraraka's, she wasn't as excited as her, but was a slighty more reserved down to earth woman. Her body was still quite voluptuous though, with a very fat ass and large breasts, all looking very tempting in her tighg green body suit.
 
Last but not least, there was instructor Mirko, the Pro Hero whose Quirk, "Rabbit", gave her the enhanced abilities of said animal, alongside some parts of it's anatomy such as a pair of long white furry ears. She was very brash and proud of her strength and her status as the Number 5 Pro Hero, and she never took things lying down. One of the most talented fighters in the world, and a powerhouse when it came to sheer force, Mirko naturaly had a very athletic physique. Her tan-skinned, well-defined body was a statuesque thing, her legs and thighs so thick and strong, they could subdue an entire organization of Villains all by thenselves, specially considering the fact that her white costume let them constantly exposed. The muscles in her arms were also hard, although lean, and her ass was gigantic, each cheek a meaty dark planet of it's own.
 
They had gone out-doors that day for a training trip that took them from the dubious comfort of U. A. High School to the mountains and woods of Japan, the young women forced to pass through beautiful places where they could never settle down, Mirko having apparently chosen a much more desolate spot as their training location.
 
When they reached it, it turned out to be a dark forest of overly-grown trees, their claw-like branches covering the sun. And no bird sang in that forest, something which gave a slight chill to the students when they noticed it, although Mirko didn't appear to mind.
 
"Enough slacking off, girls! Let's start the training! First, you will spar with one another!"
 
"Fighting amongst ourselves, just like in the Practical Test of the Entrance Exam?" Momo exclaimed. "Ugh, I thought we were beyond that..."
 
"Nevermind that, Momo," Jiro said, before whispering in her friend's ear. "Be my partner, so we can pretend to fight and take things easier."
 
"Hmm, alright!"
 
"But insteuctor Mirko!" Mina said loudly, upon realizing something. "I suck at math, but even I can see that the numbers don't add up! Why, there's only five of us, how can we spar?!"
 
"Good question, Ashido! And a simple enough answer too," The rabbit-like Pro Hero grinned. "You will be sparring with me!"
 
"W-W-What?! Why me?!" The acid-producing student was almost in tears at this terrifying revelation.
 
"Hahaha, come on, lighten up, Ashido!" Mirko laughed loudly. "No need to be afraid, I don't bite. Well, unless it's one hundred percent necessary, that is! You can start now, alright?!"
 
"W-Wait, but I'm not ready!" Mina protested, before Mirko wouldn't have it.
 
"DEFEND YOURSELF, ASHIDO!" The Pro Hero shouted as she dashed towards the student, with a kick from her powerful legs that could have felled an oak tree, which Mina luckily managed to avoid just in time.
 
"WEREN'T WE SUPPOSED TO ONLY SPAR?!" The student protested again. "YOU'RE TRYING TO KILL ME OR WHAT?!"
 
"What do you mean, Ashido?! I'm going easy on you, heheh!" The Pro Hero laughed mirthfully, before throwing a punch which, although she blocked it, sent Mina flying away.
 
Meanwhile, Froppy was giving her friend Uraraka a hard time by perfectly taking advantage of the forest terrain, jumping from one tall tree to the other while Uravity used her powers in vain to try to catch her.
 
"Dodge!" Tsuyu shouted as she tore away one branch with her prehensile tongue and threw it in her friend's direction, forcing the thick woman to jump to the side to avoid being hit.
 
"Why, you...!" Uraraka's cheeks grew red as she got up from the ground and, using her gravity powers, threw the branch back at Froppy. "Now you dodge!"
 
The frog Hero was unable to follow her classmate's advice in time and, being hit, fell from the tree with an "Ouch!"
 
"Oh my God, Tsuyu!" Uraraka rushed to the fallen woman's aid, instantly regretting her actions. "Are you okay?! Did I hurt you?!"
 
"Ooooooooouch..." Tsuyu just laid on her back, moaning from pain with eyes closed. That was, until a smirk appeared on her wide mouth and she opened one of her eyes, her tongue shooting out even faster than before.
 
Uraraka's eyes widened and her face grew red as she felt the tongue reach it's target: one of her massive, bouncing tits!
 
"What do you think you're doing, Tsuyu...?!" She finally mustered the words.
 
"You'll see," And having said that, the frog girl suddenly turned her head in a way that made her tongue act as a slingshot, throwing a screaming Ochaco away.
 
Momo and Jiro's own sparring was much less exciting though, both women just clearly going through the motions, the first fighting with a steel rod that always missed it's target and the second using her earlobes as whips in a very lacklust manner.
 
"Hey," Jiro whispered, pointing to somewhere deeper in the woods "Let's go."
 
And so they passed between the trees, outside of Mirko's or their classmates sight. Jiro streched and sighed with relief.
 
"Phew, I hate to say that of a Pro Hero, but that instructor is a real pain in the ass. Thanks for being my partner in crime Momo, I know I can always count on you."
 
"I'm not so sure if we should be doing that, Jiro...doesn't this count as cutting class?" The studious brunette asked, in a worried tone.
 
"Nevermind that, this whole field trip is a sham. Mirko's just playing a prank on us, that's all."
 
"Why do you think so?"
 
"Well, why else would she bring us to this mountain specifically?" Jiro asked, her arms crossed bellow her breasts. "It's a pretty well known place, it was mentioned in a book I have on mysterious places. Ghost stories, disappearances, you name it, this place got it all. Hell, there's even a rock song about it!"
 
"Disa...disappearances?" Momo's eyes widened. "Could it be a hideout of Villains? Would Mirko really bring students here to fight a whole organization of criminals using a field trip as an excuse?"
 
"Heh, I wouldn't be surprised if she did, but to be quite honest, I personally don't think she really believes there's anything serious going on, or else she wouldn't be making such a fuss with the sparring. Anyway, I believe that if we follow this path, we'll be reaching the haunted shrine."
 
"There's a haunted shrine as well?!" Momo gasped.
 
"Yeah, look, we're there already. It's not exactly haunted, at least nothing is confirmed, but it does look the part, doesn't it?"
 
It really did. It was a dilapidated temple full of fallen debris, it's very gate damaged beyond all repair. A well was located near it, but the stench of it's water revealed as clear as day that it wasn't ideal for consumption. Standing on the corners of the pathway leading into it, there were several Jizo statues, all of them headless.
 
"Jiro...something is off with those statues..." Momo said, cold perspiration running down her forehead.
 
"Yeah, they have no heads," Jiro answered in a nonchalant tone.
 
"It's not just that. I've seen several Jizo statues before but those...they don't appear to be trying to depict a bodhisattva at all. They don't even look human...!"
 
"What do you mean?" Earphone Jack's attention was suddenly arrested.
 
"Look at those necks, don't they look elongated to you? Like a rokurokubi's. And those tall, slender torsos, they're not even remotely human."
 
"Heheh, what are you trying to do, Momo? Scare me?" Jiro tried to laugh it off, sitting on the border of the well, but the chill had reached her spine as well as her friend's. "Let's say the sculptor behind those was a bit of a freak, and they decided they wanted to depict the human body in a unrealistic way to freak out the poor temple goers? So what? Whoever they were, they clearly weren't satisfied with their own work, removing all their heads like this."
 
"Either that or the heads were too terrible to be seen by anyone else." Momo gulped.
 
"Come on Momo, now you're starting to sound like one of those TV show hosts when they receive a supposed medium! Cut it off, will you!"
 
 
Deep in the forest, something was stirring. It had been awakened by the sounds of fighting and of loud voices. Female voices. Long limbs and fingers were stretched, thin but resilient bones were put to use again, skin that hid itself from the sun was glistening and new in the all-engulfing darkness of the woods. When was the last time it had fed? When was the last time it had felt the taste of voluptuous meat, had felt the struggles of squealing females, the strong scent of their fear marinating them so they'd taste all the better?
 
Cracking the surface, up from the mound of leaves it rose, and it's fellows were doing so as well, coming from between the roots, from under the rocks, from inside the hollow of trees. They had all caught the sweet scent of women's sweat, full of hormones, and now they'd never let go of their prey. All that remained of their previous feast had already been returned to the soil, poisoning it into a haphazard fertility that only gave birth to uncommon, unhealthy flora. They were hungry again.
 
Crouching figures stole from between the trees, their stomachs and noses their only compass. One stayed behind, and a large bony hand stretching itself from behind the well to catch the unaware Jiro. But just then, there was a loud, terrible scream that made the punk rocker jump, and the hand was forced to retreat.
 
"What was that?" Jiro asked.
 
"Sounded like Ochaco. Let's go!"
 
The two young women rushed back to the spot their classmates had been spared, and soon found out why Ochaco had screamed. There was something coming out from between the trees. It was a long, giraffe-like neck, ending on an eyeless head with a large, drooling mouth.
 
It stepped out into the clearing and upon seeing it's pale, lanky body, Jiro and Momo exchanged a terrified look. The creature was slowly moving towards Ochaco, step by step, with deliberate patience. The girl only stared at it with horror and disgust and stepped back until, tripping on a fallen branch, she fell on her butt.
 
The creature's long neck extended towards the fallen woman, it's grinning face now centimeters away from Ochaco's own. Foul drool fell from it's mouth all over the student's fat tits.
 
"Uraraka, use your Quirk!" Mirko shouted, but it was too late.
 
The creature opened it's huge maw far and wide and easily engulfed the wannabe Hero's head with it. There were cries of horror and outrage, but it didn't stop the monster from swallowing further until Ochaco's shoulders had disappeared and then, her large round breasts as well. Then, the creature reared it's ugly head and swallowed the woman down to her waist, her legs kicking the air pathetically as her survival instincts set in too little, too late.
 
Her face and tits were making a bulge on the monster's neck, and the bulge only grew as his esophagus received, with the help of gravity, the rest of Ochaco. Her entire body was now imprinted in the tight surface of pale skin, every curve of it visible as she struggled in vain. Slowly but surely, the throat muscles were pushing her downwards, the bulge travelling clear for all her friends to see her pathetic demise.
 
Finally, she went past the fiend's chest and into his quickly expanding belly, were she was deposited without cerimony. The creature released a loud, gassy belch.
 
 
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!
 
 
"What the hell is that thing?!" Mina finally exclaimed. "Is it a new type of Nomu?!"
 
"Whatever it is, it ate Ochaco-chan!" Tsuyu cried out, covering her face with her large hands.
 
"We need to get her out, and fast!" Jiro said. "Look how tight his belly is, you can see poor Uraraka all curled up inside!"
 
But the rest of the women had more urgent problems to deal with, for now there stepped out of the deeper woods five more specimens of the monster that devoured their friend whole and alive. One for each one of them.
 
"It's a fair fight, girls," Mirko grinned, her heart pounding with the thrill of combat. "I didn't plan on having you face real life or death situations in the training, but we take those. Now what do you say of us breaking those suckers into pieces and then tearing Uraraka out of that fatty over there?!"
 
"YES, MA'AM!" The students answered, fire in their eyes as the desire to avenge their friend's defeat and save her life ignited their hearts. They rushed towards the approaching creatures, each taking one as her opponent.
 
It soon proved to be a bad idea though. The monsters were much stronger than their lanky bodies made them think, and no matter how they tried to use their Quirks, the creatures would always interrupt or otherwise frustrate their attacks. The women were then changed from the ones attacking to the ones being attacked, for the monsters were doing their best to try and grab them, no good intentions in their primitive minds.
 
Yaoyorozu was the first one to be caught, her heavy, bouncing chest making it hard for her to avoid the attacks for long. The creature had grabbed her by the ankle, snatching her up from the ground and holding her upside down above it's head.
 
"No! NO!" Momo screamed as she stared down at the creature's eager mouth open up to receive her head. It swallowed a bit and was now tasting her delicious, enormous tits, the student's protesting coming through muffled by the leprously white flesh around her.
 
And down the gullet she went, just another thick bulge stuck in a long neck like Uraraka before her, albeit with a larger front than her friend. Tsuyu wasn't faring any better, for a creature had grabbed her by the tongue and was holding her like a successful fisherman would hold a captured fish, before placing Froppy's fat butt on it's mouth and starting to swallow.
 
Even Mirko was having a hard time fighting those things. She turned around only in time to see Jiro's kicking legs sticking out of a monster's mouth right before she was gulped into his neck and, when she looked at her opponent again, it had taken advantage of her distraction to grab her by the hips.
 
"You piece of trash! Put me down so I can crush you like the insect you are!" The Pro Hero shouted, powerless as a doll in the thing's hands. It's mouth opened and the instructor had her head engulfed by it.
 
Mina had her back against a tree. She had watched all her friends being gulped, and now even the Number 5 Hero was becoming a neck-bulge. Her own opponent had been particularly slow in catching her, and was now approaching the pink skinned beauty with confident steps.
 
"You ugly...you ugly freak!!! Take this!!!" The woman screamed, throwing a heavy coating of acid on her assailant. She had made sure to make it extra corrossive too, and there was steam coming out of it upon contact. "Here's what you get from attacking us!"
 
But the creature brushed the acid away as if it was nothing. It's lanky body didn't show a single sign of ever being in contact with anything more dangerous than a bit of slime. Mina feel on her knees in defeat, and the monster understood what that meant. Pinky's body was raised, her huge buttocks placed inside his maw, and her body began to fold as the creature swallowed.
 
The last sight Mina Ashido had of the outside world was that of her friends slowly but surely descending the other creatures' necks. She soon joined them in this particular fate.
 
When all women had been dropped inside the tight stomachs awaiting them, there was a cacophony of belches and satisfied groans. The creatures gathered to bask in their fullness and their bellies were soon loud upon digestion.
 
They cherished this feeling, for it was the only thing they had. Sleeping and feeding, feeding and sleeping, the monsters hibernated whenever food wasn't available. But somebody has said, and very rightfully so, that Evil id never dormant – it gestates. And so, they stayed deep in their earth-wombs, close to the ancient heart of the forest and protected from all that was good and wholesome by the shade of the ruined shrine and the grotesque trees.
 
Their origin, none alive could tell, although a person courageous enough to investigate those accursed woods could perhaps find enough food for thought to form a theory or two. There certainly were some objects inside the shrine, which the girls never did enter, that could tell interesting stories, had only they been found by those who seek.
 
The fate of the Heroes was one of such danger that they couldn't even stop to under ehat their devourers really were. Nomu, ghouls or goblins, they had eaten then whole, and if they didn't do something about it, they would be digested alive. The women were trying to free themselves rather uselessly, and one after the other, their movements stopped.
 
Mina was breathing loudly, the heat and crampedness driving her crazy. The stomach was so tight that her head was being forced between her own legs, and whatever acid she tried to produce just got absorbed by the stomach acids and caused the burning to get worse.
 
"Please...let me go..." Pinky pleaded, although nobody heard or cared for her. The burning only got worse, and she heard a gelatinous belch outside. Then, the digestive juices began to rise.
 
She could hear and feel something boiling, and the pain told her well enough what it was. Perhaps she had been lucky, and the rising of the gastric acids would cut short what could have been a very long afternoon for the poor girl.
 
Without even losing their shape, the female-bulges were sucked from the stomachs containing them into tighter, hungry intestines, where their already cooked bodies were to be baked into the ultimate nastiness. The creature who had devoured Mirko appeared to be having some trouble with it's meal, the rabbit clearly not agreeing with it's insides. All that extra protein the Pro Hero's athletic body contained was causing it to fart up a storm, but it's companions' assholes would soon join his as the women finished their trip and began to implore for freedom the only way they could now.
 
Soon, of the creature's rear ends began to expand, and something of a dark brown coloration began to come out. It was very much like a woman's head, and as more and more of it was released, a woman's thick, curvy body completed the set. It feel to the ground in sort of brown nakedness, no articles of clothing having survived the trip.
 
The next in line was the creature with the troublesome rabbit, and a pair of long ears came out of his behind, followed by a head and a body, the creature letting out a groan of satisfaction when the part of the turd in the image of the Pro Hero's gigantic butt finished stretching his asshole and was released.
 
One of the monsters appeared to have had some abnormality in the "baking process" of his meal, for his crap effigy came out completely covered with a coating of greasy slime. The three other aberrations followed their friends' example and parted ways with those once lovely students.
 
Tsuyu's effigy fell to the ground with a pathetic, nasty sound, and Jiro's, recognizable by her wide hips, was next. The one with the gigantic tits-shaped shit could only be Momo, then. The creature's turned around and saw what their bodies had done to those joyful, beautiful women, whose futures looked so bright until now.
 
None of the steaming dark brown effigies wore clothes, but there was enough detail to recognize them, as if they'd been sculpted out of shit by a master of the craft. Even the expressions in their faces were visible, ranging from fear to disgust, and sadness and confusion. The monsters' cocks had grown hard from the pleasure of the hunt and the satisfaction of expelling those scatues, and they came a warm disgusting fluid all over the faces of the deceased heroes, which caused then to let out even more steam.
 
Their necessities taken care of, the creatures began feeling sleepy again. They shambled back to the deeper woods, back to their burrows and unhallowed hiding places, sagging potbellies the only clue of what they had done left on their bodies.
 
 
A few days later, an instructor and five students of U. A. High School were reported as missing. They were never found.