>The past few days had weighed heavily on Captain Mizuki. News had recently rolled in of Fubuki’s sudden disappearance. And as a fellow B-Class professional hero, Mizuki had little reason to not be worried. Indeed, it was often events such as this that precipitated far greater disasters.
>Slipping into her tight black workout clothes, she figured it best to go for a run to clear her head. Night had already crept across the sky as she made her way down the forest trail. Down the trail she went, yet no matter how hard she pushed herself she couldn’t seem to get Fubuki out of her mind. What on earth had happened to her? Cold though she was, it wasn’t like her to walk away from everyone without a trace.
>Mizuki skidded to a halt as a rustling noise to her far right caught her attention. It was only momentary, but it was enough to make her stop. Something about it was different from the usual nocturnal goings-on of the local fauna. It wasn’t so much the weight, as it was the strength behind it that had her curious.
>Then, there it was again! Just off the forest trail was an obscured path leading to an abandoned building that had long since fallen into disrepair. The noise had to be coming from there, Mizuki was sure of it. Here, the trees made a small clearing with just enough room for the moon to peek through, illuminating the decrepit structure. It likely used to be some sort of park ranger outpost or rest stop, the B-Class hero reasoned as she sauntered over.
>As she rounded the corner, Mizuki stopped dead in her tracks. Just beneath a small tree which bordered a large crack in the side of the building, about thirty feet away from her, was a pair of leather thigh-high heels and a set of pearl necklaces. There was no doubt who these belonged to. There they laid, discarded and crumpled, and covered in an odd sticky mixture of liquid. Parts of it were clear yet viscous, like saliva, while others far more gritty with a deep yellow color. It smelled awful. Almost like… vomit?
.As she was about to make her way over to investigate, Mizuki realized too late a strange feeling of something wrapping around her heel. Before she could look down and see what it belonged to, it yanked with surprising force, causing her to fall face-first onto the soft earth, her perky breasts taking the brunt of the fall.
>“OW!” Mizuki cried out, more in annoyance than in pain. “The hell is this?!”
>Her eyes widened as she gazed down her shapely legs to see a long tendril wrapping around both of her ankles. It snaked up her pretty calves and huge thighs before wrapping around her chiseled abs and through her wobbling breasts (which had suddenly grown over the last year, much to her surprise).
>“Is this some kind of sick joke? Well, you’ve got guts, I’ll give you that, but- WOAH-” Mizuki was cut off as suddenly the tendril yanked her back. Now Mizuki could see clearly that whatever this thing was, it was slithering out from the enormous crack in the abandoned building’s wall.
>Right above where Fubuki’s discarded boots and necklaces were.
>“OH, ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Mizuki grabbed at the tendril and pulled with all her might, aiming to rip it apart. The vomit and saliva, Mizuki was beginning to put together what might have happened to Fubuki, and she wanted no part in that. If anything, she would personally see to it that this thing that dared touch a B-Class hero as intelligent as Fubuki would be torn apart by her personally. But despite her immense strength, the thing wouldn’t so much as strain. Again she pulled, but to no avail.
>Mizuki began to realize the danger she was in. She frantically looked for something to hold on to. A rock, a root, a piece of foundation, anything to keep her out of wherever this vine was dragging her. Her sports bra, although elastic, was the same that she had had since she joined the Hero Association, and it buckled under the newfound size of her fat breasts, leaving a smooth trail across the dirt as the young heroine was heaved closer and closer to the crumbling building.
.A giant yellow pod emerged from the darkness of the crevice in the wall, unfurling to reveal an enormous flower. From its flesh-colored mouth proceeded the vine.
>The young heroine finally understood Fubuki’s true fate.
>“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! YOU BASTARD!”
.Driven into a desperate frenzy, Mizuki clawed at the ground, hoping against hopes that she could summon the strength necessary to anchor herself. But the plant, somehow, was leagues stronger than she.
.She could feel her booty rise into the air as the carnivorous plant began to swallow her whole. Mizuki winced as she felt its sticky saliva seep through her sneakers, then all the more when its hot breath washed over her calves.
.“LET GO OF ME, YOU OVERGROWN SUNFLOWER!” Mizuki cried. She was beginning to truly fear as tears welled up in her eyes. “Th… this can’t possibly be happening. Am I really… really about to die here?”
>The plant’s lips began to stretch to accommodate the captain’s sizable thighs. Then even further, as her bubble butt jammed up against the plant’s eager maw. “
.“Ha, too big for you? This hero doesn’t slack on her squats! Now let me- oh!” Mizuki squealed a bit as the plant chewed lightly on her ass, her cheeks reddening as the plant savored her meaty rump.
>“Stop, please…!”
>In a sense, the plant did stop, but only because it managed to finally stuff her down its throat. Mizuki shuddered in horror as the plant greedily swallowed her more, coasting down her curvy hips and across her fit abs that she had worked so hard to maintain. Now she could truly feel the plant’s lips slurping down her bare skin. It felt objectifying in the worst possible sense.
.Mizuki pounded as hard as she could on the plant’s massive yellow petals, her arms still free. “Spit me out, you perverted fern! I’m gonna tear you apart for what you did to Fubuki!” she yelled defiantly, doing her best to mask her fear.
>But the plant cared little for her protests and swallowed even harder. Now up to her breasts, Mizuki began to cry. “No… no no! This can’t actually be happening!”
[Expand Post] .Mizuki’s DD-cup breasts were not spared the fondling that her butt was. She groaned as her sensitive breasts jiggled like great mounds of meat and dough between the pod’s lips. The elastic sports bra, besieged by the pod’s perverse vine-tongue, finally snapped, and the heroine’s pink-tipped melons bounced free, much to the pod’s delight. “You gotta be kidding me.” Mizuki moaned involuntarily.
>Yet even the pod could not stave off its hunger, and soon even Mizuki’s mountainous globes followed suit. “Please… no more…” Mizuki gasped. The pod’s throat was tight and slick with saliva. Now only her face, cradled beneath her rack, and her arms were free. The plant paused for a moment before even these vanished into its mouth. As the pod began to retract, only a fiery mane of orange hair remained outside of its lips. It slurped it down like noodles as it slammed shut.
>Down traveled the plant’s latest meal, surrounded on all sides by pulsating muscles that heaved her further in. Hidden in the dark, an hourglass bulge wriggled and writhed down the plant’s stalk before disappearing beneath the ground. Indeed, her nightmare had just begun. Nobody would ever find Mizuki or Fubuki, and those who did never returned to tell of it.
>Before long - two weeks, to be precise - her torn tights and sneakers were spat up, joining her tattered sports bra, a trophy covered in saliva and stomach acid to sit alongside Fubuki’s thigh-high heels and pearl necklaces
>Mizuki, B-Class Rank 71 professional hero of the Hero Association, had been defeated.