The Ultimate Tasty Snack

Makoto had gone back to his room after hanging out with Kyoko. As he's pushing his door open, his eyes land on the nameplate of his now-deceased neighbor, Sayaka. He sighs. Upon shutting his door, like clockwork, he hears the ringing of a school announcement by Headmaster Monokuma. It is now officially nighttime. "Great. The water's off now. I can't even take a shower," Makoto says to himself. He looks up at the security camera above his bed, constantly monitoring his room. The Mastermind must be some absolutely demented person if they watch everything this class of teens does, including changing clothes, bathing, and killing others. These were dark thoughts. Dwelling on it would make Makoto feel hopeless, and he'd begin sinking into despair. Makoto shakes his head really hard in an attempt to clear his mind. With that he throws his jacket on the floor, and then he follows by kicking off his shoes. The small teen then sits on his bed and peels off his socks, tossing them near the shoes. He stands up again and unbuttons and unzips his pants. They immediately fall to the ground, and he steps out of them. He unzips his hoodie and drops that to the ground as well. Makoto breathes deeply for a second and gazes down at his hairless arms and legs and his whole hairless torso. Makoto leans back and stretches, pulling his twinkish core tight. He then strips off his boxer briefs and tosses them aside, revealing his soft cock. He sits on the edge of his bed and then slides under his covers. The cool from the sheets envelops his body. Makoto closes his eyes and tries to go to bed.

Meanwhile on the third floor, Byakuya Togami was in the physics lab prodding around and investigating what devices had been left in the room for the so-called students of Hope’s Peak Academy to find. Byakuya had already heard the announcement, but he did not intend to go back to his room until his liking. He had made his contempt for their own agreed upon rule of not leaving their rooms between ten at night and seven in the morning known to all -- as well as his unwillingness to make any assurances that he doesn’t intend to kill any of his fellow students. The aloof suit-wearing teen slowly walked around the room, coldly scanning the advanced tech and pondering about what purposes it may serve, and subsequently what advantages it could give him in this killing game he had been unwillingly dragged into. A drawer eventually piques the Ultimate Affluent Progeny’s curiosity and in response he opens it. Byakuya appears mildly intrigued by the drawer’s contents. Sitting atop a stack of papers, amidst what frankly appeared to be junk, was a remote with some worn down buttons, a display, and two electrodes protruding from the top. Byakuya picks it up and intently examines the device. “Hmm,” he reacts with curiosity. He isn’t able to deduce the purpose of this device merely by looking at it, but it seems like something which might become useful. Perhaps it controls Monokuma. Perhaps it’s a weapon of some sort. He doesn’t know but he wishes to find out. The blond boy quickly pockets the device and calmly walks out of the room, making one last glance at the camera as he leaves.

Byakuya made his way downstairs back to the first floor. He idly strolled past the gym and the school store until he reached the double doors leading into Hotel Despair, the academy’s dormitories. As he continues making his way towards his room, his curiosity gets the best of him and he pulls out the device. He once again begins an examination of its plastic body and the worn rubber buttons, the possibly dead display and the prominent electrodes. He presses a few buttons and nothing happens. He notices that there is a plastic covering encasing the batteries. He attempts to remove it but then notices that it is screwed on. “Where am I gonna find a screwdriver?” he wonders in a low voice, hoping none of his classmates hear him through their doors. He slaps his palm against his forehead in sudden realization that he, in fact, does have a screwdriver. It’s right back in his room, in the drawer, in the nightstand. It’s still shrinkwrapped closed. This is certainly quite a moment he is glad went unseen by his classmates. All the effort of building up a persona defined by cold calculation, smug self-satisfaction, and utter contempt for his classmates whom he believes to be beneath him would have been shattered, or at least kinked, by a fleeting moment of vulnerability and self-doubt. Byakuya continues to his room and, for no reason in particular, shakes the device just to see if these batteries are truly dead. Upon giving the device a thorough shake, Byakuya heard a soft beep. “Huh?” he reacted with surprise. He looked down and noticed a very faint glow coming from the display. From what he can tell, the display is broken, at least partially. Light is being emitted but nothing specific can be made out. Byakuya is puzzled and begins pressing buttons randomly to see if he can brighten the display or prompt something of meaning to pop up. The device vibrates once and makes an occasional beep but overall nothing is discovered and the state seems unchanged. “Useless piece of shit. If Chihiro had been smarter and hadn’t been so willing and eager to trust Mondo, he’d still be alive and would likely prove to be a valuable resource in fixing this remote,” he muttered. Byakuya smirks in reminiscence of that night when he put his creative abilities to the test by stringing up Chihiro’s body and posing it as though the grizzly scene had been the work of Genocide Jack. He lightly chuckled as he remembered what a frenzy he had stirred up and with what ease he was able to manipulate his classmates. The tall, slender teen gives the remote buttons one more press. The device begins to vibrate and the display begins glowing.

Byakuya was standing right next to a door that bore the name and picture of Makoto Naegi. Inside the room, Makoto was still in bed. The boy tossed and turned in hopes of finding a comfortable sleeping position. Maybe having tea with Kyoko at nine wasn't the best idea. His eyes keep darting back to the monitor in the corner of his room, currently displaying the school's coat of arms. Makoto, along with everyone else, had been here for a few weeks now. Unfortunately it was no longer difficult to fall asleep in his bed as it was no longer unfamiliar to him, but something felt off about tonight. Makoto decided to get up and turn on his light. He figured if he just walked around in his dorm for a few minutes then he might be able to tire himself out enough so that he isn’t completely beat by the time the morning announcement goes out and he has to meet with the others for breakfast in the morning.

Outside Byakuya was confused by the sudden reaction of the device he was holding. Suddenly from the electrodes burst a large flash of light. Almost instantly Byakuya seemed to vanish. The remote fell to the ground and shattered into many pieces. Within the blink of an eye the entire world had evaporated before the Togami heir’s eyes and had been replaced by a new, unknown, and much more menacing one. Everything he had come to know had been transformed into a gigantic distortion of its previous form. The large tiles which made up the floor were now vast stretches of mineral separated by deep chasms cordoning off each square as though it were a distinct prefecture of some vast empire. The task of returning to his own room was now almost certainly impossible. His tile bordered just a single door. If Byakuya had any hope of receiving assistance and returning to normal size, it would be with whomever was in this room. Even if he had taken the time to learn the layout of the dorms, his mental map would not have helped him now as his entire world had been warped to something beyond what his mind could comprehend. What was once a menacing figure presenting a threat to the peace and wellbeing of all Hope’s Peak students was now nothing more than a barely-noticeable bug. Considering how large everything now was, he could not have been more than 2 cm in height. Nonetheless Byakuya inhales deeply and begins charging, chin-up, at the gap between the door and the floor. For the now-diminished teen, crossing this expanse was akin to venturing across a field as fast as he could. The Ultimate Affluent Progeny was out of breath by the time he made it to the door, but that didn’t matter as he had indeed made it.

Byakuya was waist-deep in a blue fabric savanna but at least he was now closer to contacting someone and away from a place where he could be easily stepped on. By this point Byakuya was hyperventilating and had not even thought about whose dorm he might have entered. Once he was able to catch his breath, he looked up to see who, if anyone, was in here. “Makoto!” he exclaimed. What Byakuya was a titanic form of pale skin. The boy inhabiting this room was a veritable colossus. It felt like he had to look up for days in order to even see Makoto’s face. His toned legs stretched on forever. Had Byakuya not known that prior to his apparent acceptance to Hope’s Peak Academy Makoto Naegi was a perfectly average Japanese teen, he would have assumed that Makoto was a soccer player, even if only in his spare time. Overall his form was rather taut with the exception of his ass which deviated from the boy’s, normally small, sticklike frame. Byakuya’s new perspective was like his regular life but in high definition. His now-tiny eyes focused on Makoto’s ribs and tight yet soft stomach, and then of course the perfect, boyish face, with an endearing, spiky hairstyle to top it all off. Byakuya was unable to come to terms with the paradigm shift, but the closest concept he could match his new perception of Makoto to, was that of a god. It was truly the last thing he would want to admit to himself, but the (normally) small, nude teenage boy whom he was gazing upon seemed to him to be nothing short of a god from myth.

Makoto was just trying to walk around, stretch, and relieve himself of his restlessness through any means at his disposal. Just as he was getting ready to turn his lights off once more and climb back into bed, he seemed to notice something just out of the corner of his eye. Makoto turned his head, and then his body, towards the door and slowly walked towards it. Makoto looked down and couched to see if there was something there or if his eyes were playing a trick on him. As he got closer, Makoto could make out a little yellow or golden form which contrasted sharply with the carpet of his own room. “What the fuck?!” he exclaimed as he realized that his mind was not playing a trick on him, something really was there. Normally in a situation like this one might try to keep their voice down to prevent unwanted attention; however at Hope’s Peak, all of the rooms were completely soundproof. There was no chance that any of the others had been alerted to Makoto’s late-night discovery.

Byakuya heard Makoto signal his confusion loud and clear. The exclamation was nearly enough to burst the now-tiny Byakuya's eardrums. Unfortunately for Byakuya, in contrast to his own confusion at this novel perspective, which has left him utterly powerless, Makoto's confusion comes at Byakuya's expense. Makoto lost no agency whatsoever; in fact, he would soon discover he gained a newfound agency over Byakuya due to their near incomprehensible size differential. Byakuya can only watch in horror apprehension as this titanic teen twink gets closer and closer to him. It's almost like slow motion to him. He watches as Makoto's hand opens and his fingers spread apart. The whole appendage descending from far above overhead.

Makoto now clearly sees that the form is that of a tiny person. "Huh?" Makoto says. He reaches out and pinches the tiny in between his thumb and index finger. In a seamless motion he lifts up the tiny and deposits him in his palm. He then brings the tiny to his face. Makoto squints to better focus. "Byakuya?" he asks.

The whole situation is quite a lot for Byakuya to take in. He becomes nauseous from the sudden tossing and jerking around. Then his ears begin ringing once again after the teen colossus spoke his own name, "BYAKUYA". However the most startling reality of his newfound tinyness is that due to how close he now is to Makoto's mouth, he can very clearly smell the scent of green tea. It's in Makoto's breath as it washes over Byakuya's tiny form. There's something off about it though. Byakuya can't quite place it, but it's the fact that alongside the scent of the tea, Byakuya is smelling Makoto's saliva and even faint traces of his stomach acids. "MAKOTO!" Byakuya shouts whilst frantically waving his arms. "MAKOTO YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!"

Is someone he knows really tiny and in his palm? Could this be anything more than a dream? The entire situation confuses Makoto. "What's that Byakuya?" Makoto asks. "Try to speak up. I’m going to bring you closer, Byakuya.”

Suddenly Makoto moves his hand towards the side of his head, causing tremors for poor little Byakuya. He could hardly process it, but Byakuya was now staring right into Makoto’s ear canal. Byakuya trembles. He attempts to compose himself once more and calmly projects into Makoto’s ear, “Makoto, it would appear that I have been shrunken. I was doing an investigation of the physics lab, and I discovered a remote of some kind. I returned to my room, but on the way there, something caused the device to activate, and it shrank me.” His projection of the same confident persona should hopefully persuade Makoto to assist him. The hand moves once again causing Byakuya to lose his footing, leading to him falling on his rear. Makoto’s face takes up the whole of Byakuya’s view. He runs his hands across the lines and ridges of Makoto’s palms. The shining brown eyes were all-consuming. Byakuya begins to stand up once more, but ultimately decides to remain seated, figuring it would be less nauseating.

“Oh no. That’s really terrible,” Makoto says. “Is there anything I can do to help?” he asks with genuine concern. Sure Byakuya had been adamant about secluding himself in the library and fighting for himself instead of working as a team, but this fate was clearly awful and he wouldn’t wish it upon anyone. He brought Byakuya to his ear once more.

“Well,” Byakuya began, “you are supposed to be the Ultimate Lucky Student, are you not?” Navigating interpersonal relations as a 2 cm tiny person was uncharted territory for the Ultimate Affluent Progeny, however he was slowly getting back into the groove of speaking with his usual condescension and self-importance. “It was my assumption that we would go back to the physics lab and perhaps we would stumble upon something which would allow me to change back. That makes sense to me. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I guess that makes sense. Hey where exactly is this thing you’re talking about?”

“Last I remember, it’s lying in pieces outside your door. That tends to happen when things fall to the ground you know.”

Makoto bit his lower lip and dropped his hand to his side. Byakuya experienced this as an intense sensation of vertigo. His whole view was flipped around and around. Momentarily he was brought before Makoto’s soft cock and smooth balls where he could clearly get a whiff of the lingering teen boy musk. Makoto’s fingers began curling around the tiny and began clenching him, softly at first but then harder. No matter what Makoto tried to do, Byakuya never seemed to show him the slightest bit of kindness. He knew that true selflessness shouldn’t come with any expectation of reward, but saying even a simple “Thank you” couldn’t possibly be that hard right?

Makoto's fingers wrapped tightly around Byakuya's whole body. He was enveloped by a pressure all around. The light only shone through the cracks between Makoto's digits. At that moment, afraid the boy would crush him then and there, he began screaming for help and begging to be spared. Makoto realized what was happening. "OH SORRY," he quickly boomed down at Byakuya before quickly placing him on a nearby table. Makoto ran to the door and quickly opened it. He looks down at the floor in the hallway and sees the shattered device. He collects the pieces and closes the door behind him with just as much speed as he had opened it. Makoto walks back to the table on which he had set Byakuya, confident that no one else had seen the device as well as that no one had seen him nude. He gently sets his hands on the surface and spreads out the shattered bits of plastic before his classmate. “This is what shrank you, Byakuya?” he asked. Makoto kneeled down and got in close to listen to Byakuya.

“Y… Yes, this is indeed the remote I saw in the physics lab,” he responds, still jarred by the events from a few moments ago.

“Okay. We’ll go tomorrow.”

“What do you expect me to do until then?”

Makoto blinked and stared at Byakuya. “Well I was just gonna turn off the lights and you can sleep.”

Byakuya grumbled. Makoto picked him up intending to set him on the nightstand. Byakuya piped up once more. “Oh, Makoto, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble. I’d prefer you not be naked if we’re going to be sharing a room.” Once more Makoto bit his lip and clenched onto Byakuya, this time not as hard. He simply set Byakuya on his nightstand, and stood there for a moment thinking. Byakuya looked up at Makoto’s towering form, then he looked down at Makoto’s cock. Even in a flaccid state, Makoto’s member was so much larger than Byakuya. Byakuya got another whiff of its musk. He gulped as he thought of how overwhelmingly large his classmate was now compared to him.

“Goodnight Byakuya,” Makoto said with a small smile. He walked over to the wall and turned off the light. Makoto slipped into bed once more. He shut his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. He began tossing and turning yet again.

Byakuya tried to make himself comfortable on the wooden nightstand to no avail. He lies flat on the wood and stays perfectly still. He breathes deeply, in and out and in and out. Byakuya was a boy of little patience. He had read it was possible to put one’s body into a trancelike state to expedite the process of falling asleep. However Makoto kept tossing and turning which kept making noise. Byakuya shortly thereafter became irritated at him. If he was going to have any hope of getting a good night’s rest this room would have to be quiet. So Byakuya piped up, “Hey Makoto! KEEP IT DOWN! I’M TRYING TO SLEEP! And you’re honestly not being a very hospitable host.” He rubbed his temples and groaned.

Makoto couldn’t believe this. Even when Byakuya was seemingly at his most desperate, he still had to treat everyone else like dirt. Did he really think the world revolved around him and that everyone else would happily fall into line? Makoto turned over onto his left side -- his bubble butt facing in Byakuya’s direction -- and looked at his bathroom door. Once more his mind went to memories of the Ultimate Pop Sensation, Sayaka Maizono. She had been so enamored by him. She remembered him from school, and yet it turned out she intended on framing Makoto had she successfully murdered Leon. Makoto sighs at the thought of how easily he was manipulated. Still though, thinking about how Sayaka’s brutal stabbing happened right there in his bathroom -- how the Mastermind was pitting each one of them against the others -- filled him with dread. It filled him with the fear that he’d never get out of here, which brings his train of thought back to Byakuya Togami. Whether it was Sayaka’s murder or Leon’s execution, Byakuya didn’t react. He witnessed Mondo leave the scene of his crime, and he saw Chihiro’s corpse. What did he do? He strung Chihiro up without a second thought, all just to make this demented “game” more interesting for himself. Then, Makoto recalled what Byakuya had told him following the second class trial, “I now know who I have to look out for.” He knew that Byakuya was fully serious. Byakuya was a determined young man who wouldn’t allow a psychopath like the Mastermind to keep him here. He’d stop at nothing, and if he had to become the Blackened then so be it. Then and there Makoto came to terms with the fact that not everyone at Hope’s Peak was invested in maintaining the peace and making it out alive and together. There was at least one person here whom he knew was a threat to everyone… Was a threat… Makoto smiled.

Makoto gets up out of bed once more and walks over to the wall to turn his light on. He then goes back to his bed and lies down atop the sheets with his head propped up against the headboard. He smirks.

“What on EARTH are you doing!? I told you before, I am trying to sleep, MAKOTO,” Byakuya yelled at the top of his tiny lungs, his voice absolutely dripping with disdain.

“You know, Byakuya, I think I’ve had a change of heart,” Makoto responds. With that he reaches over and grabs Byakuya. Makoto grins at the thought of finally putting this snob, this brat, in his place. Every time Byakuya had acted as though he were smarter than Makoto, every time he had acted as though having to be near a “commoner” like Makoto was “tarnishing his reputation”, and all of Byakuya’s general mean-spiritedness was coming to a head right now. Makoto coiled his fingers around Byakuya and gripped him tightly as he had done twice before. “I have some bad news for you Byakuya. We aren’t going to the physics lab tomorrow, you’ll never become the blackened, and in fact, you’ll never leave Hope’s Peak Academy. Byakuya looked like he was about to speak, but Makoto brought him down to his member, cutting him off. He started rubbing the tiny against his shaft. Blood began flowing to the teen’s organ. Makoto’s heart started beating faster and faster. He was breathing heavily.

Byakuya was now living a nightmare from which he could not awake. His skin and clothes were rubbing against the skin off Makoto’s penis. Byakuya could hardly breathe. When it wasn’t completely dark, all he could see was Makoto’s shaft. Everything he inhales bears the scent of another male. Under normal circumstances the musk would make Byakuya gag. Not now though. Right now, in the hand of his captor, he was no more than a sex toy. He knew he had to wait this out to hopefully have a chance to escape. Byakuya can’t keep track of where anything is. To describe the whole experience as disorienting would be an understatement. After several minutes, at least, of this torture, Byakuya thinks his hair has become wet. It feels as though something warm just dripped onto his head. From the tip of the monolith, precum was flowing. First it was a little, but then more of it spewed forth and continued to spew forth. At this point Byakuya and Makoto’s cock were both covered in precum. Makoto was stroking faster than any prior point that night. Then, all of a sudden, Byakuya was jerked to a stop. His face was buried in the shaft. Then Makoto squeezed him tightly and jerked him up and down thrice in rapid succession, moaning as he did so. In that process, hot white seed landed on Makoto’s bare white chest. Byakuya was left absolutely drenched in semen.

Makoto lied there for a moment in pure ecstasy. His breathing had become deep yet slow. After the moment passed, Makoto got up and walked to the bathroom. With his left hand he jostled the doorknob and pushed open his bathroom door. He grabbed a towel and wiped the cum off of his chest and stomach, and out of his bellybutton. He giggled at the site of himself in the mirror. He looked down at Byakuya. He looked utterly broken. He was coated in his seed and appeared to be groaning. Byakuya started saying something to Makoto, but his captor was no longer interested. “Look, uh, you’re covered in cum right now and I just cleaned up. So apologies for not bringing you up to my ear,” Makoto teased, punctuated with a giggle. “You know speaking of cleaning up, you could use a clean up as well.” Makoto used his thumb and index finger to rip off Byakuya’s clothes leaving only his naked tiny body.

Byakuya was sore all over. He tried to protest but he could hardly voice anything. He was puzzled by Makoto’s comment. How could he clean up if the water wasn’t on and Makoto wasn’t wiping him off with anything? Slowly the hand he was resting in began moving towards Makoto’s face. Once again his classmate’s boyish face grew to fill his entire field of view. Makoto slowly opened his mouth and Byakuya realized what was happening. He began to struggle with all he had left. “You can’t be serious!?” he cried out. Yet the ascent did not stop. Makoto tilted his head back and brought his open palm to his bottom lip. He then gently tilted his hand to send Byakuya tumbling onto his tongue. Byakuya felt a lurch in his stomach as he fell. He began to whimper upon falling into the hot wet maw of another boy.

Makoto pondered the odd salty taste of his own semen. He started swishing around the little morsel and contemplating the difference in taste between cum and the tiny form of another person. Makoto walked back to the wall and turned off the lights for the last time that night and then got back in bed.

Inside his mouth, Byakuya’s nightmare was only getting worse. In addition to cum, he was now coated in saliva. He was constantly being molested by the giant boy’s tongue. He was poked and prodded by the tongue and grazed and grinded by the teeth. He was sore but not yet bleeding. Finally Byakuya felt gravity shift for a final time. He slowly started moving down the tongue towards Makoto’s throat. “Please! I don’t want to die! I’ll do anything!” he cried out. Tears started rolling down his cheeks as he faced the black abyss. Then, his world shifted.

GULP.

Makoto had swallowed. Byakuya was squeezed down the esophagus for the better part of a minute until he met a fleshy ring at the bottom, the sphincter. He was squeezed through the sphincter and then plopped into Makoto’s acidic chamber. The stomach surrounding him immediately reacted to his presence. Acid production slightly increased, and the walls began making a wavelike motion resulting in gurgles. Byakuya was being bathed and massaged as though he were any piece of meat. At this point he’s out of tears to shed and energy to burn fighting. “Is this really how it all ends? Am I just… food… for some perfectly average kid?” With that, Byakuya resigned in his struggle.

Outside Makoto was finally exhausted enough that he could close his eyes and drift off to sleep, with a smile on his pretty little face. He hears his belly growl, and he gently rubs it, knowing it’s acting fast to break down nutrients for him. His breathing slows, and shortly thereafter he’s asleep.

Makoto awoke promptly at seven in the morning. Headmaster Monokuma was standing at the foot of his bed. “Good Morning! Rise and shine!”

“M… M... Uh, what are you doing here?” He questioned the teddy bear?

“Oh wows! You like sleeping in the buff don’t you. Anyways, I’m gonna make this nice and simple. Everything that happened last night… wowza! I did not expect any of that to happen. Yeah I left the shrinking gizmo where students could find it, but man was that a spectacle to behold. Byakuya is now dead; you killed him; you left no evidence, but that means you also can’t have a trial that acquits you. I can’t even put out a body discovery announcement!”

Makoto’s face is flushed.

“So,” Monokuma continued, “I’ve decided to just let you go. I’m also gonna leave this do-hickey right here and maybe you’ll even have some more fun with it!”

As quickly as he had arrived, he left. Makoto was speechless. He started putting back on his clothes and getting ready to go about his day. All the while he contemplated the ethics of what he had done last night. Upon fully dressing he leaves for the cafeteria. There, Monokuma appears on a monitor with a simple announcement, “Attention all students, Byakuya Togami no longer attends Hope’s Peak Academy. He will be replaced. That is all.”

Immediately the room filled with chatter and speculation. Makoto looked down at his eggs and bacon. Then he came to a conclusion. What he did wasn’t wrong. He was protecting his classmates. Regardless, at that size, Byakuya was nothing but a late night snack. Makoto smiled, and then took his fork in hand and then began eating breakfast.