Talk About Butterflies! (Commission)

I’m so glad to be finally posting my first ever commission, this one for the wonderful @/MintiMawson twitter, they’ve been so amazing during this entire process and I definitely think you guys should check them out if you haven’t already!

Content Warning: This contains G/T, safe/Non Fatal, soft vore,if you don’t like that, simply look away babes. this is actually one of my more sweet fics, I’d argue my most sweet fic, so if you enjoy just a nice piece with no sadness or blood, this is the one for you! 

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anyways, enjoy the story!

“Your daughter brought my suit to show and tell?!” 

“Not the suit! I hid it in the trophy and I guess cassie wanted it so–” 

“So she brought my suit to show and tell?!” Hank interrupted once more, holding the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were turning white, Scott cringed slightly as this happened. He turned to Hope, she just looked out the window, smiling softly in mild annoyance and momentarily, she seemed a bit impressed with him. 

“Hey! This is a good thing! At least I know where it is— A-and we need it anyways, so boom! Problem solved!” he threw his hands up in the air, “all we need to do is go get it, and we have another working suit, no more malfunctions!” 

Hank grumbled slightly, not answering Scott for about a moment or so, contemplating on what to actually do. “You know the school?” 

Scott felt a wave of relief fall onto him, “yes!” 

“And what classroom, AND what backpack?” 

“She’s my daughter hank, of course I know this stuff!” sure, he wasn’t the one with custody of her most of the time, but he made damn sure that he knew everything he could about what she was doing, and where she was. “We’re not that far, two blocks away” 

Cassie was the only thing that kept him going during his house arrest– and when he was in jail— AND when he went to jail the first time— Cassie just kept him going period. 

“What about the room number, Mr. Remember everything?” Hope rolled her eyes, not taking her eyes away from the window. 

“Of course i do” 

What number was it again? He’d know it if he saw it. 

He had to. Cassie told him. 

He stayed silent, hope jumped in “it’s an elementary school, it’s not rocket science, Hank” 

“No no, you’re right, rocket science is way more predictable than this.”

As the group stopped in front of the school, Hope and Scott quickly began getting dressed in their suits. 

Scott looked at the replica of his old suit, it looked the exact same, he looked up at Hank, “So what’s wrong with this one?” 

“It’s a work in progress.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Jesus Scott! it took me years to perfect that one and Hope! You expect me to fix it up in less than a few years?!” It was like with every word, Hank raised his voice another octave. Scott found himself missing the old Hank, the snarky, sarcastic scientist. At least that Hank seemed to like him a little bit at least. 

Hank now seemed to loathe him.

Which did make a bit of sense after what happened in Germany with the Avengers. 

“Got it…” Scott turned to hope, all dressed up in her wasp suit, he smiled at her awkwardly, she smiled back at him, though it dropped fairly quickly as her eyes met with Hank, who just grumbled back to his seat, putting on his sunglasses and ear piece.

“I’ll see you two back here in 30 minutes, no longer. Don’t bother coming back without the suit” he turned to the two of them, but through the shades it was clear he was only staring at one“Scott.” 

Scott adjusted himself in the new suit, it felt so reminiscent of the old one, yet so different, it felt…rushed? The old suit had years of trial and error, years of technology put into it. 

It felt like Hank slapped this one together and hoped for the best. 

As he flew with Hope, her with her own wings, him on an ant, he couldn’t help but smile at all the children’s drawings and art pieces on the walls. 

“Wherever you go back to school, Isn’t everything supposed to look so much smaller?” hope turned to him, he could see her annoyed look through her helmet, “this place looks huge–ah!” 

It was almost like he had hit a wall, the ant he was flying on throwing him backwards as he suddenly grew once more in the middle of the hallway, luckily landing on his feet, though not back to normal size. 

“What is it?” Hank’s voice came from the radio. 

Hope flew right towards Scott, who was standing at about two feet tall at this point, trying to mess with his suit to get him back small. She sped around him, and if he didn’t know any better, he’d think she was a bug. 

“It’s the new regulator.” she sighed.

Scott mimicked her annoyed tone, though there was a mix of concern in there as well, “Hank? What’s going on with this suit?— how much of a work in progress is this??” his questions were frantic, knowing that if anyone saw him at this moment, their mission would be blown– not to mention how embarrassing it was. 

Really small? Cool. really big? Even cooler? A grown adult shorter than a child? That’s just plain weird. 

He hit at the belt lock containing the regulator, trying to get it to do…something. Though he just stayed stagnant, and it didn’t help as the familiar sound of the bell rang, and the school doors began to open. 

“Nononono!” Scott grumbled to himself, frantically looking around for a place to hide, his eyes landing on the janitor’s closet. Without another thought, he bolted to the side, jumping up and grabbing the handlebar, pulling the door open. Hope quickly flittered inside and grew back to normal, Scott just barely making it into the room before anyone saw him. 

He hit the belt once more “come on!” 

“Scott be careful!” Hope kept her voice hushed, though her tone was flat and bordering on angry. “Hitting it isn’t going to–”

Scott cut her off, not wanting another lecture from her, it being one of many he had already gotten in the past week of reuniting with them “I got it! I got it–” 

As he shrunk back down to Ant size once more, he laughed triumphantly, though it didn’t last long, the regulator sparking, making his cheer turn into a sudden gasp of pain, and a surge of energy boosted him upwards, growing as he did so. 

There was a huge crash as Scott slid down, his eyes shutting from the sheer pressure of himself growing, his body expanded— through the room could barely hold him–he felt the ceiling hit the top of his helmet, bits of dust and broken drywall raining down gently, his helmet quickly coming off. He coughed ever so slightly, cringing as he breathed in.

Hope pushed against the wall as Scotts boot nearly kicked her, crashing on the other side of the room. “Jesus!” she took off her helmet, staring at the uncomfortable sight before her. 

As he opened his eyes, he stared down at Hope, who started right back at him, her face a mix of shock and amusement, “oh..kay’’ she bit her lip, trying to hold back her own laughter. “You still got it?”

Scott shifted slightly, feeling the wall beside him denting outwards—he quickly straightened his back as much as he could. “What’re you laughing?” he moved his head up, showing his annoyance, which in turn made even more dust fall into his face, he coughs once more, “help me, P-please!” he sputtered. 

Hope smirked, nodding her head “okay! Okay!” she looked down, then back up, he must’ve been about ten times her height at this point, she quickly crawled over his leg, making her way to his belt. She tapped it slightly, the front piece sliding to reveal the regulator.

“The sizing coils are malfunctioning” she tapped a few buttons, scott just watched, staring at her awkwardly with a light pink hue to his cheeks, she was so small compared to him— and sure he was used to it at this point, having grown giant before, but something about it being with her, he had this weird urge to pick her up— though he didn’t dare move.

That is not the awkward position he would want to be in. 

 “luckily i can fix it pretty easy– either reboot it, or i can just rewire the–” as she grazed the coil itself a big spark and a loud static screech came out, Scott gasped in pain 

“Hng!” 

Hope’s eyes snapped up to Scotts, who whimpered in pain at the electric shock, she couldn’t help but feel guilty, he opened his eyes, turning a soft shade of pink, “s..sorry” he muttered, and she nodded. 

“Sorry.” Hope shrugged “guess rebooting’ll have to do.” 

“How long will that take?” Scott spoke, his voice soft, though the whining and annoyance was still there.

“Fifteen minutes give or take, it’ll give the suit time to fix itself up.” 

Hank’s voice cascaded over the radio “fine, not a minute more, lay low, in then out, okay? I’m shutting this off” 

“Got it” the two answered back, before the other line went dead. 

He was stuck for fifteen minutes like this, fifteen minutes in a crowded closet and not even a decent place to adjust. 

Things could not get any worse, could they?

Hope quietly worked on the suit, calibrating it for the reboot, to make sure there was no more rapid shrinking or growing in effect, they were lucky scott only grew to this height, or else they’d be leaving with thousands of dollars worth of damage—plus no suit. 

“I might just go.” hope broke the silence, the suit whirring up and shutting off quickly, “if you’re going to be stuck like this, better i go looking for the suit and come back here when i find—” 

She was interrupted by a low, deep growl right beside her head. She looked up, another one following very shortly, it was coming from scotts stomach. 

Scott looked back at her as she stood up away from his middle, staring at her awkwardly “s…sorry?” 

She sighed, shaking her head with a bit of a chuckle, “when i find–”

Another gurgle. 

“…find it” 

Scott nodded, his eyes flickering around and around the room, he flexed his stomach, trying to hold down the small gurgles that were making themselves known, and it worked for a little bit, the silence deafening as hope closed up his regulator, letting the reboot do its thing. 

Until another low growl escaped once more, Scott winced at the sound, seeing Hope’s face snap up at his, a scowl on her face.

“Jesus Scott can you quiet down!” Hope hissed at him, her head so close to his stomach, though she didn’t need to be that close to hear it, she was sure that if she was on the other side of the building, she could still hear it. 

And so could everyone else. 

“How am I supposed to do that?” Scott whispered back, though his tone was suited better for yelling. “It’s not my fault you guys get up so early and leave! I wasn’t able to have breakfast” 

Hope rolled her eyes, “aw you poor baby” she scoffed. Scott was ready to come back with another quip, but was quickly replaced with another soft gurgle from his stomach “This is just great” 

The crowd of children in the halls soon began to die down, the kids going back to their classes and teachers back to work, there was a moment of silence between the two of them, before another low growl escaped. This time deeper than before, they were sure that someone must have heard it. Scott twinged at this.

And as if on cue, “what the hell was that?” the sound of an adult voice came from the other end of the hallway, Scott paled. 

“I don’t know…” another voice arose, “maybe a pipe shifting? God knows how old this building is.” 

“No no… it sounded like it was coming from one of the rooms.” 

“Huh…weird. If it keeps happening we’ll check it out.” 

The conversation continued down the hallway, the voices slowly getting harder to hear as the two teachers fled away, not knowing what they could’ve come across if they had just looked a bit more. 

“Alright! That’s it!’ she clapped her hands together, the gloves muffling it a bit “I’m not getting caught because you’re hungry!” she sighed, turning her head back to Scott, the suit buzzing and whirring as it began its rebooting process. 

She grabbed onto his belt, hoisting herself up, pushing on his thighs to get closer to his face. Scott instantly backed up from the contact, and how close she was getting to him. 

“Uh…hope? What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Scott moved his head back, a bit more ceiling cascading down him, his eyes were wide, he brought his hand down closer, underneath her, as if preparing for her to fall. 

She shook her head, ignoring how uncomfortable he looked and pulled herself up a bit more, she tried to hold parts of his suit to keep going, like he was a rock climbing wall or something. 

“Woah woah woah you’re gonna hurt yourself!” Scott used his hand to scoop her up, making her gasp ever so slightly. He paused for a moment, starstruck by the strange sensation of her in his hand, his eyes nearly glimmering. 

She felt so small, and sure she was still strong and seemed almost pissed he had grabbed her, she was also vulnerable, and if he was someone else—someone with bad intentions— he didn’t want to think of what would happen. 

Hope sighed, wobbling as she fell to her knees on his gloved hand. “You’re going to get us caught! I’m problem solving!”  she quickly picked herself up, going for it again, he brought his hand further down, much to her dismay.

Scott felt another deep gurgle in his stomach as it dropped, “What the hell does that even mean” 

Hope rolled her eyes at the sound, “it means open up! I’m going in!” 

Silence fell over the two in the room, though it was punctuated by the sound of Scott once more, his stomach once more. His eyes told his entire thought process, at first he was confused, but as his eyes slowly widened, understanding what she was telling him. 

Open up. 

Open up?!

“Are you nuts?! Am I hearing you correctly? Am I nuts? Tell me I heard you wrong and you don’t…you didn’t….what?!” hope couldn’t possibly mean what he thought she meant, maybe she was just messing with him, trying to sike him out so he would shut up “tell me you’re joking.” 

She stared at him expectantly, giving him time to process. 

He didn’t hear her wrong. 

“Hope…You don’t mean—” 

Hope shook her head, “we don’t have much time! You heard those teachers out there, if we don’t shut you up someone might just show up–and they’ll find us–and in your state, I’m not risking this. Do you want to go back to jail?” 

“I don’t want to…to…” he paused, trying to get his thoughts in place, his face turning purple. “Did you forget that acid exists or something? In case you have, all of that is inside of me!” he spoke quickly and quietly, his voice almost a whisper yell. 

“I’m not stupid Scott.” She looked down for a moment. “The suits are acid proof.” Scotts face made her sigh “this wasn’t the plan for it of course, being so small can lead to…accidents, so if anything happened, we would be fine.” 

Scott looked away, biting his lip in frustration “hope. You’re serious?” 

She threw her hand up in the air “I wouldn’t be suggesting it if it was! I do not want to be eaten by you!” 

Scott cringed, how was she so comfortable saying it? It was so weird! Would she even fit? He had no idea at this point. And he couldn’t believe he was considering it. 

But she was right. He would get himself caught!

“Okay okay…but what about when the reboot is finished? How do I get you out? I’m not gonna be a giant forever!” 

“I’ll shrink with you, you get the suit and we can end this. We can figure it out when we get to it but come on!” 

Hope activated her wings, flying up to his mouth, putting her helmet back on, “open up, or I’ll do it for you.”

Scott kept his mouth shut, worried that if he would try to get a word in, she would force her way down his throat, which was her plan to be fair. 

She sighed “you want to do this the hard way? Fine.” she smirked.

She flew back down, going back to his belt, scott stared down at her, confused, he was about to ask what she was doing, but with a flick of her wrist, she set the belt off once more, sending an electric shock through his body 

“Ah!” 

And like that, she flew up, right into his mouth, her wings turning off right as she landed on his tongue. 

Scott gasped, feeling the metal and fabric slip onto his tongue, half of her body was still outside as she wiggled, trying to get herself down his throat. “Mmf!” he tried yelling out for her to stop.

Hope sighed, the glass of her helmet making everything look strange, having his tongue around her, though not being able to feel it. She carefully tried wiggling closer to his throat, not wanting to take too much time, lord knew how much time they had before someone would get fed up with the sound of his stomach. 

Scott sighed, hope was not giving up he muffled out words, attempting to say “I’ll do it I’ll do it!” though it came out nothing like that. He awkwardly brought his hands to her legs, holding them down and attempting to get her to stop moving, so he could make this easier on himself. 

She too made a noise in surprise as the ‘cavern’ practically vibrated with each word spoken, though she had no idea what he was saying. “What?” Hope then let out another yell feeling the man grab her legs, “you are not pulling me out of here, hell no!” 

Before she could protest any more, there was a loud, thick swallow, forcing her head into his throat, through her helmet, she watched as the muscles pulsed around, sucking her down into his esophagus, she was surprised he was actually going through with it. 

To be fair, so was Scott. 

He tilted his head upwards, feeling her head slide into his throat, her body falling deeper into his mouth, he cringed feeling it stretch ever so slightly, but it didn’t hurt—it was just uncomfortable. 

He brought his other hand up to his throat, feeling the pressure of his suit pushing against Hope, he massaged downwards, swallowing once more, using his tongue to lather her in saliva, so it wouldn’t be uncomfortable for her to go down. 

She cringed, feeling his tongue roll her around, feeling herself be massaged from the outside, Scott doing everything in his power to make her go down easier. She nearly smiled at this effort he was putting in, she had first expected him to make it hurt more by resisting, but at least he got the brains to understand that she wasn’t going to let him get out of it. 

She felt the muscles around her massaging her too— it felt almost…nice? She almost blushed, being this close to Scott, she still didn’t know how she felt about him, but she couldn’t deny the fact that she was somewhat enjoying this– and it did have to do with the fact that it was Scott, and not anyone else. 

Whether she wanted to admit this or not. 

Scott let out an uncomfortable groan as he swallowed again, she was now shoulders deep inside of him, her legs now entering his mouth, going through the same process of lathering her up and preparing to swallow once more. 

It was strange, he had never done this before, yet it came so naturally for his body, he half expected choking, coughing, and the foreign taste of metal and carbon fiber that would put him off from continuing, but no– it all just happened. 

He even began to wonder what it would be like without the suit–taking away the fact it would be dangerous– if it was just as safe, and not even something that he was forced to do—

What the hell was he thinking?! 

He swallowed, feeling her legs slide into his mouth, down his throat, the last of hope sliding down his esophagus, making him let out a loud, satisfied sigh. 

He covered his mouth, the noise completely involuntary. 

Hope slid down his esophagus, the muscles around her pushing and squeezing her down further and further, it felt like it would go on forever. 

Though as they thought that, she was quickly squeezed into the stomach, welcomed into the chamber with a loud gurgle, the walls squelching around her as her body slipped inside. 

Scott gasped, feeling hope land inside of his stomach, he instantly brought a hand to his middle, being careful around the regulator, as it was still rebooting. 

There was a small bulge, only something he could feel, not necessarily see. She wasn’t that big— a few inches in his own perspective, but with her inside of his belly, he had never felt so full, it felt like actual butterflies inside of his stomach as she moved around, settling down. 

His jaw was left agape slightly, stuttering as he tried to speak up, though the only thing he could muster was a stuttering mess of words, “you…you okay?” 

Hope shifted slightly, feeling his touch. Even though she knew she was completely safe, it didn’t change the fact that she was inside someone else’s stomach, surrounded by stomach acid, her suit being the only thing between it and her skin.

“I’m fine! Thanks for the warning!” she spat back, if he could see her, he knew she would be rolling her eyes simply based on her tone.

Though he didn’t have time to react, more distracted at the feeling of her moving, letting out a quick gasp– the squirming around sending shivers up his spine. 

“You were trying to choke me!” Scott defended himself, his face flushed a bright red– the sudden realization that he was in an empty room talking to his stomach falling upon him at that moment.

Not to mention he was also the SIZE of the room.

Though he couldn’t even focus on that– his mind bouncing from one thought to the next– this time the sensation of something moving inside of him once again (hope trying to get comfortable he guessed) was enough to drive him crazy.

It was so foreign and bizarre–yet…not bad? He could never explain how, but it did. He expected to feel disgusted and horrified at what he had done—and sure in his head sort of…but his body felt…fine…weirdly okay with it all.

If anything he felt…better?

His stomach was no longer making sounds that shook the entire school, they were now replaced and subsided with light, tiny gurgles.

I hoped the ridiculous plan had worked! 

For the next fifteen minutes, the two of them sat in silence, the only thing breaking it being Scotts stomach periodically making noise around hope. 

Hope sat. trying her hardest to stay still and silent, though the stomach walls moving and contracting around her, squishing her every once in a while.

She honestly expected it to be way worse than it was, sure it was gross and slimy– she would hate to feel it with her bare skin. But not as gross as she expected. 

It was no vacation home by any means, but…not horrible. 

Their silence was soon broken by the sounds of Scotts regulator whirring up, indicating that it was finally time to get on with the mission.

“Finally!” Scott called out, though his volume dropped as he realized how excited he sounded.

“Finally? You’re the one saying finally?” hope pushed at the stomach lining “you’re not the one in someone else’s stomach!”

‘You weren’t forced to eat someone!” 

Scott brought his hand up to his stomach, poking where he could feel Hope. she recoiled at his touch, the natural contracting of the stomach being something she was almost used to, it being manipulated in such a way was enough to freak her out once again. 

“Whatever! Lets get on with it!” 

There was a slight pause from the two of them, the words hanging in the air. Did… did they know how to get her out? Somehow the thought of actually getting Hope out of Scotts stomach didn’t cross either of their minds. 

They only thought of point a and b, and getting from point a to b was easy enough, now getting back to point a from b is the issue. 

Scott stammered for a second “I’m not going to throw up if that’s what your thinking–”

“You are so disgusting to even think about that–” 

“I’m just putting that out there!” Scott shook his head, putting his hands up in defense. “Listen, let me….uh..here” 

He breathed in tightly and held his breath, trying to focus on Hopes form inside of him, feeling her tense up as his stomach muscles press against her, he awkwardly brought his hand to his lower stomach, trying to gently push her back up, the gentle push then turned into a more harsh, almost like he was trying to force her into his esophagus.

“What the hell are you doing?!” hope yelled out, squirming slightly as he pushed at her “don’t touch me!” 

Scott let out the breath with a gasp, relaxing and removing his hand as if he was touching a cactus, “I’m trying to get you out” 

Hope scoffed, if she could she would run her hands through her hair out of frustration. “Well obviously it’s not working!” 

“Then what do you suggest!” 

She used the dim lights of her suit to look around, trying her best to avoid the small pool of liquid she was sitting in–sure she was fine, but acid was still acid. 

She looked up at the sphincter connecting the stomach to the esophagus, then back down at her hand, she quickly activated her wings, if her plan worked she’d simply just turn them off– fluttering up to the top of the stomach.

She took a deep breath 

“Hope, your silence isn’t the most comfortiNG–OW!” 

With a split second thought, hope pushed her arm through. 

It was a mistake. The muscle crushed her arm tightly, not enjoying the feeling of its meal trying to escape— Scott was no better, feeling his stomach convulse, this nauseous feeling falling over him for a second as he yelped in pain, his esophagus stretching without proper warning. 

Hope too panicked, ripping her arm back, causing Scott to cover his mouth, as to not yell out once more. 

“Are you okay?!” she called to him “that didn’t work…” she muttered. 

Scott gritted his teeth as the burning pain turned into a dull one, though hearing the genuine worry in her voice got him to hold back his own snarky comment “f-fine… i’m fine just—never do that again” 

“I had to try something! I can’t stay in here forever!”  hope looked down, thinking. If neither of them knew what to do, maybe someone else did? 

Hank. it had to be hank– sure the circumstance was bizarre and weird, but so was shrinking down and controlling ants so…he must be able to help.

“Okay okay we can deal with this later, let’s just get the suit so we can actually get on with the mission” 

“Um how? You’re still in….yeah” Scott trailed off awkwardly before picking back up “…and I’m still giant.” 

Hope paused for a second, looking down at her screen, all these questions–and she was used to having the answers. For the first time in a while she was stumped on what to do. 

“We’re going to have to shrink, I guess, both of us” she shrugged– there’s not much else they could do, though she did feel some apprehensiveness towards it, she knew it was nothing like going subatomic, but just the idea of going smaller than ant size wasn’t something she enjoyed thinking about. 

Scott nodded awkwardly, “okay but–”

“No more buts! We’ve already wasted so much time, let’s just get on with it!” 

Scott cracked his knuckles, trying to hype himself up. 

“okay! okay! Scott shifted, not even registering the chipping roof anymore, “why don’t you shrink down first, just so you don’t tear me in half, then I’ll go.”

His voice was shaky, letting the nervousness in his voice show. He already had a risk of tearing himself apart every time he grew to giant size, now it wasn’t just a risk that he could control, it was based on Hope as well.

He didn’t want to be injured, or even worse–no.. Having his body explode in his daughters school was not something he wanted happening. 

“fine… “ hope sighed “I’ll have you know that my shrinking skills are just fine.” 

As if she was trying to prove a point, she adjusted her regulator, pressing the button down and shrinking herself back to ant size, hoping it would at least be enough to start out, her wings activating as she did so, allowing her to hover. 

Immediately, Scott jumped to the emptiness his stomach felt as she shrunk, but before he could even react to that, he let out a loud yelp, holding his hand to his mouth, his eyes squinting down as he cringed. 

Hope jumped, panicking at the stomach tensing, and while she wasn’t being squished by it, she could feel it flexing and tensing for some strange reason. “What?—” her words were cut off by Scott trying his hardest to stay quiet. Gritting through his teeth

“What are you doing?!” 

Scott grimaced, it felt like he was having sensory overload, his entire body frozen from this strange vibration feeling inside of him. 

“I’m not doing anything!” hope’s voice called back out, panicking–her voice only being heard over the radio in the helmets “keep your voice down!” 

The stomach flexed once more, but each movement from Scott seemed to make it ten times worse for him. “You have to be doing SOMETHING!” Scott held his stomach tightly, talked about butterflies, this felt like an entire colony!

Hope paused her own response before it escaped her mouth, turning her head slightly, the dim lights from her suit just bright enough to reveal her wings.

More specifically, her wings fluttering on Scotts stomach lining behind her. 

Oh. 

Quickly, she shut her wings off, letting out a breath as she landed back down in his stomach, which felt huge compared to her— which it was. 

“There! Is that better? You big baby!” she spoke, holding back laughter at Scotts panic over her wings, which were even smaller than her. 

Scott let out a huge sigh of relief as his body relaxed, the strange tingly feeling gone. “Baby?! Are you kidding?! You try having something buzzing inside of you. I bet if you were in my position I’d like to see how you’d like it!” 

“Oh you’ll never get a chance, but nice try” 

That….that’s NOT what he meant.

Scott felt his face go hot, as well as the colour draining from it, his stomach sinking, realizing what she had thought he meant. “h-HEY” he stammered, trying to find the right words, nothing coherent coming out. “That’s—that–No!” he turned his head to the other corner, hiding his face like she was in front of him.

It baffled him how she was so blunt with all of this. “Don’t even think about it!”

“Sure.” she scoffed, “only you would enjoy something like this” It was almost like he was begging for her to stop, she couldn’t help biting her lip to hold back a laugh, but a small chuckle made its way through before she could hold back. “Just shrink and get on with it. Hank will figure out how to fix this”

Oh SHIT. 

Hank. 

Scott hadn’t even thought about that man. His mind began swimming with thoughts on how to explain it to him, how do you tell someone that you ate their daughter?!

“What?! No! He can’t know about this!” 

“What do you mean? He’s the one who’ll get me out of here…” hope responded, confused. “You…you do know that’s what i meant by ‘deal with it later’, right?” 

His heart pounded as he adjusted his suit back down to his normal height, rather going in increments than shrinking all in one go. “Hank is going to kill me. Get ready, you’re inside a dead man walking.” 

Scott took a deep breath, pressing the button on his hand, shrinking down rapidly. 

“I’d hope sO–?!” Hope scoffed, though got quickly cut off by Scotts shrinking, the walls that felt millions of miles away closing inwards faster than she could’ve imagined towards her. “JESUS!” she yelled out in shock, almost horror, not prepared for any of that. 

The walls finally stopped as they pushed against her teacher. Just barely fitting into his stomach at this point. The organ happily gurgling around her– much more satisfied now that she was filling it even more so contracting and squeezing her. 

It all happened so fast, he only reacted to everything when he finished. He gasped, feeling his stomach fill up, almost uncomfortably. His stomach pressed against his suit tightly, bringing his hand up to feel it.

It felt like he had overeaten at an all you can eat buffet—which has happened to him more times than he would like to admit. 

“W…woah.” Scott breathed “you might want to shrink one more time, huh?” He then let out a small yelp as soon as he spoke, feeling Hope push at him, his liver taking the brunt of it. 

“Of course you moron! Sorry i got distracted by you not warning me!” she tried kicking at him, but the elasticity of the stomach made it come out as a small push, not nearly as intense as she wanted it to be. It was strange not being strong, almost overpowering, she had her entire being in someone else’s hands. 

And it was almost unnerving to her, no wonder she was on edge. 

“Sorry, guess i’ll warn you when you stop activating your wings!” he stumbled a bit as he adjusted his footing, the room seeming so much bigger than he originally thought it was—that’s what being giant would do to someone he guessed. 

Hope groaned, muttering to herself as she pushed up against Scott once more, small squelching noises following her as she struggled to press her regulator once more “i stand uncorrected… baby.” She spoke matter of factly. 

Soon enough, the tight, bloated feeling in Scotts stomach had suddenly gone away, now replaced with an empty feeling—the whiplash of it all almost making him nauseous, though he chose to ignore it and focus on the task at hand. 

“Alright! Here’s your warning!” Scott called to her, trying to stay as quiet as possible, her voice low on the speakers

“Got it!” She sounded like she was yelling, but it was hard to hear over the churning and gurgles from Scotts stomach. “This time at least give me some room! Don’t go as small!” Scott adjusted his regulator. 

Scott rolled his eyes, shaking his head with a small ‘hm.’ “Three…two…one!” he called out, silently between each word saying ‘Mississippi’ in his head.  He pressed the button once more, shrinking down swiftly.

There it was again, the entire chamber rapidly coming towards her. Hope wasn’t claustrophobic, but she felt like she was in those moments, her breath being stolen away as if as he shrunk her air supply got lower. 

Luckily this time it stopped before she was crushed by the squishy walls. She let out a sigh of relief, it was like it was before. Not too big, not too small. 

On Scotts end, he was grateful that he didn’t feel like bursting as he shrunk down, thank god it went better instead of worse. 

Through that, Scott was about seven inches tall, which was less than ideal—though he didn’t even want to think about Hope’s size. He was purposely making himself a little bigger than he should’ve been for her. 

He didn’t have to be told she was feeling vulnerable, he knew her. 

Hope Van Dyne. the woman who thrives on being independent. 

Though he thought she had bigger things to worry about than herself. 

Him. 

She was Inside of him. Inside of his stomach. 

It was weird. 

He turned his head to the door– go now, think later. “Alright alright alright, let’s do this” he propped himself up, shaking his hands around, building himself up. “Hokay….gotta find that suit” he paused, taking a small breath. 

His hand slowly draped over his stomach, hesitating making contact with his own body, before lightly pressing his hand down, feeling the slight resistance around Hope’s form. A shiver went down his spine. 

“Will…uh…you’ll be fine, right?” he tried to laugh off his nervousness, but for a quick moment he let go of his snarky, charming demeanor, the genuine worry and care coming through his tone, it being softer and more gentle. 

Hope couldn’t help but feel butterflies in herself now, hearing the tone shift, even the touch almost comforting to her. All these feelings that she had desperately been trying to suppress since Berlin, her stonewall beginning to chip. 

She shook her head “y-yeah! Just get the job done so we can get out of here quickly” she cringed slightly poking her finger into his stomach lining as if she was tasering him, “so I can get out of HERE” she smirked feeling his spine straighten up. 

Annoying him was always a great distraction.

Scott cringed back, the strange feeling of her prodding at him. Tingles going all up and down his spine, as a retaliation, he poked back at her– the advantage of her being inside of him being that he could feel exactly where she was.

She let out a small yelp as he wiggled his fingers back and forth, the stomach walls squelching around her as they squeezed, if it wasn’t so gross it would almost be entertaining. 

“Okay okay you made your point, go!” hope yelled, her voice straining as she tried her hardest not to laugh, though it hardly worked– her attempt at an angry tone failing miserably. 

Well, it didn’t fail at putting a smile on Scotts face, that’s for sure. 

“Good” Scott finally relented, clapping his hands, “time for me to get this damn suit” 

“Oh, ‘that damn suit’ is the reason you’re an ‘avenger’ remember?” Hope spoke sarcastically. 

“Yeah yeah whatever, I’m just happy I’m never using this ‘work in progress’ again.” 

“What’s wrong with a ‘work in progress?” hope crossed her arms. 

“Everyone knows when you label something as a ‘work in progress’” scott used a silly voice and air quotes “it’ll never be touched again.” 

Scott turned towards the door, he took a deep breath, taking a few steps slowly, he could feel the weight– or more importantly Hope shifting from side to side with every step. 

It was akin to being seasick, without the sick part. 

His walk turned into a quick run, dipping underneath the door, luckily the hallways were still empty, which he used to his advantage–he carefully went up and down the halls, he began to recognize the area from Photos cassie would send him, he was getting close. 

What was her teacher’s name again? He looked at the doors, the names of the teachers on them…Ms Tamara…Mrs. robinson…no…no..

Hope waited silently, after all, what else was she able to do? 

She too felt strange as he moved around, it reminded her of when she was little, playing on her dads waterbed— if her dads waterbed was warm, and something she could go inside….or just a stomach. 

She laid back slightly, taking a deep breath—how was she going to explain this one? What was Hank going to say about this? 

What was SHE going to say about this? 

She didn’t even know why she thought of it, it was so strange, it seemed to make sense at the time, but now… she couldn’t think of any other options but still, being eaten? The stomach gurgled around her, it was like it was confused on why she wasn’t breaking down like everything else that entered it. 

She felt grateful for the acid protection around her. 

“Found it!” Scott sighed triumphantly, the walls around Hope shaking slightly. She adjusted herself. 

Scott turned to the door with a black sign in cursive writing that said “Mrs. Broadwell”… that had to be it! He slipped under the door of the room, carefully peering his head inside…empty!

It was like all of his bad luck had finally paid off!

“Great! Where’s the suit?” Hope yelled out, as if she was able to help, at least make sure his wild brain was on track. 

“Right in cassie’s bag which is…..here!” he bolted across the room, at the back of the classroom being a bunch of cubby holes where the kids kept their backpacks, cassie’s being a bright pink, easily identifiable– and there was no way he would be able to call to the ants this far away– and if he did he didn’t want to risk the school thinking there was an ant infestation. 

He sighed, shaking his head “Okay….Hope? I’m going to grow again, you can too if you want.”

“Why?” 

Scott sighed, “It’s on the top shelf…” he didn’t wait for her okay, he didn’t need to. He didn’t want to risk arguing with her once again, just for the teachers or the students coming back into class–not to mention his own daughter seeing him in a suit identical to the one he became a war criminal in. 

‘War criminal….’ that’s a joke. 

As he grew once more, he took the time to look around slowly…which he should’ve done before he grew, but he was also a ‘do now, think later’ kind of guy. 

Hope gasped as the chamber around her once again grew in size—there was no way she would ever get used to that. “I swear if you get caught….” 

Scott scoffed, I’m not gonna get caught. Remember—who’s the thief here?” unzipping cassie’s bag and pulling out a plastic trophy with the words “world’s best grandma” written on the side of it, he could feel himself grinning like an idiot as he stared at it. He could hear her voice screaming “that’s all they had!” in his head.

God he loved that kid. 

“The thief who got himself thrown in jail–and is currently on house arrest if i remember correctly?” 

“I don’t know hope, you seem like the one imprisoned right now if I’m being transparent with you–oOF!”

He felt a swift blow to his stomach lining shut him up, though it didn’t stop him from smiling. And even if hope wasn’t there to see it–she knew he had it on. 

That dumb…charming smile of his. 

Scott turned the trophy upside down, where the batteries to light it up were supposed to be, though as he opened it up, there was the familiar looking suit–a smile fell on his face once more. 

Carefully, he picked it back up, holding it out on the palm of his hand, taking a breath “got it”

Hope smiled, taking a deep breath, thank god he didn’t mess this one up. 

Scott used his index and his pointer finger to pick up the suit gently, dropping it into the pocket around his belt, though his hand paused as he was raising it back up, hovering it right over his stomach, he turned red slightly as it gurgled, as if it was aware of his presence. 

Do it. 

Just do it. 

Scott rested his hand on himself, feeling hope freeze slightly, it was only for a second, before he patted it softly, then removed his hand. 

There were those butterflies again. 

Hope froze at the soft touch, though no words being spoken between the two of them. And even if it was brief, it felt like forever.

They were so close, it was almost like they were connected in a way. Scott could feel her breathing, Hope could feel him. 

He shook his head “welp” he clapped his hands together, not even pausing to dwell on what was just exchanged between the two of them “I got the suit, now time to get back to the van” 

Scott smiled softly, turning towards the big windows on the side of the classroom, his soft smile then turning into a goofy grin. “I love this part”

Hope paused, the enthusiastic-ness in Scotts voice almost worrying her. “What’s your favorite part?”

Scott was barely listening to Hope as he made his way towards the window, already open slightly, he pulled it up a bit more, turning his head to look for the Van, which was right outside the steps at the front of the building, not too far away. 

Good.

“Scott what the hell are you doing?” 

“I’m climbing out the window” Scott finally answered, as if hope had asked him a simple, mundane question, and he was answering with a simple, mundane answer. 

Hope pushed on his stomach, a light gasp shook her slightly “what was that for?” 

“WHY are you climbing out the window?!” 

“We have to get out somehow, and I don’t want to spend forever shrunken down heading back to the van.” 

Hope was about to retaliate, tell him that he was going to get them caught, but as she felt her face redden and her heartbeat quicken, she took a deep breath. 

She couldn’t stop him anyways if she wanted to, so let him make a fool of himself. 

Scott turned back to the window, climbing through it one leg at a time, he looked left and right, nobody seemed to take notice of the strange man climbing out of a childrens elementary school, which for once was a good thing. 

As he looked up to the van once more, Scott made eye contact with Hank. his stomach dropped seeing the confused grimace on the older man’s face. 

Welp…it was time to do the walk of shame. 

Hank had spent the last hour sitting in the van, waiting to see his daughter and Scott leave the building, though it seemed like it was taking so much longer than he thought it would have. Not to mention when he finally sees a sign of the mission coming to an end…its Scott clambering out of a window, looking like an idiot. 

He watched the man stumble, then make eye contact with him. Hank didn’t need to see Scott’s face to know that he was nervous coming back to the van. 

In Hank’s mind, this told him one thing. 

Hope kicked Scott out of the school so she could do the mission herself. 

It seemed like Scott was taking his sweet time walking to the van, Hank unlocked the doors. He looked forward, keeping his sunglasses on, not looking at Scott. 

As the door opened, he smirked softly, “What’d you do this time.” Hank gripped the steering wheel, preparing himself for Scotts excuses to begin rolling out. 

Though Scott, hearing the doubt and humor in Hanks’ tone, took off his helmet, and with a smug grin, pulled out the tiny suit from his own suit pocket. “I got you a gift.” 

Hanks’ face immediately fell, his head snapping down to look at the suit. 

But…what?!

He looked up at Scott, whose smirk then fell immediately. 

“Hope?” 

Scott stayed silent. 

“Scott…” Hank spoke, as if he was scolding a child “Where is Hope?” 

Scott’s face turned a deeper red “well, you see–uh–you’re gonna laugh when this is all over” 

“Don’t give me this bullshit, just tell me what happened.” 

Scott slowly placed a hand on his stomach, “It…it was her idea.” 

Hank looked up and down at Scott, then his stomach. It took him a few moments to realize what Scott had actually meant by that. 

A look of shock and horror fell onto Hank’s face, “you ATE my daughter?!” 

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Hope you guys enjoyed, as always I enjoyed making it! again thanks to  MintiMawson Twitter for commissioning me for this project, I’m so glad you enjoyed it! please go check them out! 

alright, I’m going to rest and not worry about my covid tests results I’m waiting for, remember to be safe, and drink water babes!

-Q

dude i think something that isn’t talked about a lot is preds who are indifferent. 

not mean, not cruel, not evil. just…they don’t really care. 

its not a “why are you struggling its no use haha I'm evil” 

its a “why are you struggling? you know it isn’t going to work so why waste the energy, you're just going to tire yourself out.”

even in safe scenarios, seeing their prey be so afraid and just going “you’re going to be fine, why are you freaking out so much?” 

“because you’re trying to eat me!” 

“…and? did you really think someone like me wouldn’t? I thought you were more logical than that”

Hypnosis is something that I’ve never really thought of, but oof have I been hit with a train.

• A pred using their hypnosis to calm their prey down in a difficult position (ie, hiding from people, being in a very public spot)
• “Can I eat you? Do you want me to eat you?” “please?”
• Prey being so afraid and terrified of their pred, But wanting to be a good meal so they ask to be hypnotized.
• A pred who doesn’t realize that they are hypnotizing their prey, and is just like “wow, I don’t know why everyone complains about their prey being so unwilling, these people are practically jumping down my throat!”
• TW fatal w/ Reformation: a Hungry pred catching an unwilling prey, but instead of forcing an agonizing end to them, they hypnotize them to make it painless, so when the prey wakes up reformed they won’t remember what they really went through. (Bonus if it really isn’t for the prey, but so the pred won’t have to deal with the annoying thrashing and fighting that comes with unwilling prey.)

I may add more in the future, but for now this is what I have for you guys, it’s strange how my vore tastes (no pun intended) have changed so much over the past few years, and I thought I’d share it a bit more on here with you guys

Ah yeah hotboxing in the stomach

I know it’s a widely known trope but tiny nagas being in bowls of ramen and being held with chopsticks? Beautiful, the only place I want to be