my hero academia · lady nagant · magical realism · transformation · fetish · obesity · trapped · donut world · helpless · villain
The world dissolved in a wash of impossible color. One moment, the cold grip of a rifle; the next, the oppressive, fragrant warmth of a bakery writ large. Towers of glazed dough and rivers of icing stretched to a candy-colored horizon. The ground beneath my feet gave like fresh bread. A scent—vanilla, frying oil, sugar—so thick it felt drinkable, clouded my mind. A sinuous vine, dripping with sprinkles, coiled around my forearm and offered a perfect, golden-brown donut. A tremor of instinctual hunger overcame my training. I took a bite. The transformation was immediate: a melting sensation deep in my bones, my athletic frame softening, surrendering to a pervasive, delicious heaviness. My combat suit strained at the seams as a drowsy euphoria wrapped around my thoughts. I was no longer…