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Bacterian’s Next Victim

This story is a fantasy ‘follow-on’ from the Dragonball Z episode ‘Smells like trouble’.

I limbered up in the fighter prep area, getting ready for my match. The underground Martial Arts tournament didn’t have the same prestige as the World Martial Arts tournament, but there was still some money to be made. A solid fighter could make a few thousand Zeni for each match, win or lose. It was a good gig and I was talented enough to win often enough to keep the bookies interested.

Occasionally, I’d find myself going up against competitors who had been eliminated from the WMA in a humiliating way, and were now relegated to trying to recoup their honor down here in the underground tournament. We derisively referred to these fighters as ‘washouts’, and they seldom lasted long. The shame they experience from their failures often leaves their spirits broken and their fighting skills suffer as a result.

Today, I was going to be fighting a Washout. He went by the name ‘Bacterian’ and I knew virtually nothing about him, except that he had been embarrassed by a child competitor called Krillin, who had defeated him and had him thrown out of the WMA. I had been fighting ‘Washouts’ for 5 years now, and I could generally easily defeat them by taking advantage of the Underground Tormanments lack of rules. Strikes to the groin and throat were permitted, and a couple of quick strikes to these vulnerable areas were usually enough to take down an unprepared washout.

The arena this evening was known as ‘The Basement’. It was a small, confined venue, just large enough for the 12’ by 12’ area for the fighters. The audience watched through cameras set into the stone walls, while the fighters entered from two heavy doors on the opposite ends of the cramped space. The venue was deep underground, and was not well ventilated, so it could get hot and stifling down there. But I had fought and trained in ‘The Basement’ on multiple occasions, so I was well prepared for its challenges, or so I thought.

I stepped into the elevator, which would take me down to The Basement, once the doors opened and I stepped out, there was no leaving the arena until one of the combatants was eliminated by being pushed or thrown over the boundaries of the 12’ square. There were no submissions or K.O. victories in the Underground, only crossing the boundary could end a fight. This allowed for greater levels of violence, and eliminated the need for a referee. The raw brutality of an underground fight was what drew the audience, and stimulated the betting.

The elevator ‘dinged’ and the doors slid open, I stepped into the room and walked forward towards the boundary of the arena. The lighting was carefully designed to keep both fighters in darkness until they entered the ring. I could see a dim outline on the other side of the room, Bacterian was clearly a large man, but he looked fat and slow, something I could easily take advantage of.

But what caught my attention more than my opponent was some kind of pungent smell down here. It was foul, but oddly familiar, I couldn’t recognize it though. Did they not clean down here properly after the last fight? The arena floor was spotless though, as were the walls, where could that smell be coming from?

I put the smell out of my mind and focused on preparing myself for the fight, I stepped over the boundary into the light. I was wearing just a pair of white trunks, with my wrestling boots, my lean body showed off for the cameras. At five foot seven and one hundred and eighty three pounds, I was proud of my physique. Then I finally got a look at my opponent…

He was massive, nearly seven feet tall and he must have weighed well over four hundred pounds. His skin was light brown and his dark black hair and beard were a mess of tangles and knots. He wore dark black trunks, with khaki armbands and boots. He was covered with hair, and while he was definitely fat, sporting a big, but solid, belly, his arms and legs were thick with muscle. His hands were massive, big enough to wrap his fingers around my entire head.

And now, standing only ten foot away from this massive beast of a man, I realized that the smell was coming from him! It was overwhelming, the strongest body odor I’d ever smelt. I winced from the stink, but didn’t let it show. He smiled and laughed at me, raising his powerful arms up as he did, ready to charge.

I tensed up my muscles as he came at me, and made ready to pull out the two trick shots that normally took down any washout. As he went to grab me, I threw a jab right at his throat, but his neck was so thick and short, I just glazed my fist off of his chin. I quickly followed up with my other planned attack, a swift kick to the groin.

His powerful musk filled my nose and mouth, and I started gagging immediately. It was like the B.O. of a whole unshowered wrestling team all at once. Bacterian, who had already recovered from my kick to his groin, laughed at my disgust.

“You wanna smell something really bad?” he sniggered at me, and shuffled his position on top of me so that we were face to face.

He lifted his arm and pushed his deep, dank pit right over my face. He was so huge, that I was engulfed in complete darkness, I felt his rancid sweat dripping onto my face. And the smell! Oh god, the smell. My eyes watered from his inhuman B.O. I squirmed and pushed, but I couldn’t move him off of me.

The stink started to make me dizzy, and my struggles weakened as I breathed in lungful after lungful of his sweaty stench. I felt some of his foul liquids trickle into my mouth as I screamed for escape from his nasty underarm.

Suddenly he got off of me, and I gasped as I was free of his crushing weight. Springing to his feet with surprising speed and agility, he stood straddled over me.I knew I should try and roll out and get back on my feet, but the stink of his armpit sweat all over my face made me woozy.

Suddenly his immense hands came down and clamped around my throat, lifting me up by my neck until my legs were dangling two foot off the floor. I scrabbled frantically as he squeezed, but my limbs weren’t long enough to reach him, so I pounded my fists on his forearms uselessly. He laughed again, a deep, demented chuckle that made me terrified.

“Awww. Little man needs a hug.” he sneered at me, and abruptly let go of me.

I fell through the air for a brief fraction of a second, before he caught me in a bearhug, pinning my arms to my sides and squeezing me into his sweaty chest. His massive biceps crushed me, making me yelp out in pain. My face was held inches from his and I felt his chest expand as he inhaled.

Then he unleashed a deep, long belch, his mouth open wide, and my senses were overloaded with a whole new, but equally foul, smell. His breath was unbearable, and the gas he was shooting at me, flecked with droplets of saliva, made me choke and gag. After several seconds, the monstrous burp ended, but he had achieved what he had wanted. Once again, I was dizzy and groggy, his stench was so strong, it acted like a tranquilizer.

He continued to bearhug me, crushing me so tight that I felt like my ribs were going to snap. Then, just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, he hit me with another long belch, making me convulse in disgust. My face now wet from the droplets of spit, he relaxed his crushing grip on me and I slid down to the ground.

He caught me before I collapsed entirely, by grabbing the back of my head with his beefy hand, leaving me resting on my knees in front of him. I realized too late that he had my face right at his crotch height. Before I could react, he shoved my head right into the bulge at the front of his onyx colored trunks.

I felt his thick dick and balls pressing into my nose, and I held my breath for as long as I could, but I had so little stamina left now, I could only manage a couple of seconds. I inhaled the scent of his unwashed trunks, his repulsive dirty balls and his big throbbing cock. It was the worst smell yet, worse than his armpit or his belching. My arms flailed wildly, trying to push myself free of this smelly hell, but my strength was gone, sapped by his toxic odors.

He laughed again, that dark demented guffaw that was going to haunt my dreams.

“You like that smell, little man?” He was clearly enjoying my suffering, “I have something even better for you next.”

He pulled my head out of his crotch and threw me on the ground. I landed on my back and immediately started coughing, trying to get the stink out of my lungs. I saw his shadow pass over me, and screamed in panic as I saw his massive ass come crashing down on me. He landed square on my chest, squashing me and making me yell out as my bruised ribs took another battering.

He shuffled himself backwards, moving into a reverse schoolboy pin. I screamed in terror again as his massive, cloth-covered butt eclipsed my face. I tried to beg before I was lost under his mountain of flesh again.

“Please! No! Not …. Mmmppphhh!” My pleas for mercy were muffled as my face slid into his cavernous crack.

His ass was so huge it swallowed my head but I could still breathe, sucking in tainted air from the space around me. He wriggled around, making sure my head was in as deep as it could go. I felt my nose touch against his hole, even through the cloth of his trunks. (Which smelt foul and unwashed as well.) This was a whole new level of nasty, the sweat and grease from his butt seeped through the fabric and coated my face, the scent of his musk now amplified tens times over. I yelled and moaning into his crack, but my cries seemed to excite him, as he laughed again as he ground my head into his smelly ass.

“Get ready for a surprise!” He said to me, in a sinister voice.

I felt him strain above me, like he was pushing on his belly, and I felt his hole pucker around my nose. Had I been mentally capable at that moment I might have realized what he was doing, but the daze of his stink made me slow. I was totally unprepared for what happened next.

His hole opened up and a blast of hot, fetid air washed over my face, forcing its way into my nostrils, where it burned and seared the inside of me. I could feel it filling my mouth, making me gag and cough. I couldn’t believe that this nasty monster had just farted right on me, and his toxic gas was now the only air I had to breathe.

It was so heinous, so smelly, so disgusting that my body went limp, just totally overwhelmed and shut down by the funky assault of gas. I jerked and twitched under him, as the fart lingered around my face. He continued to grind his ass onto me, his sweat lubricating my face as it slid up and down in his crack.

“We’re going to be here for a long time.” he said from up above, followed by his now familiar laugh.

I panicked as I realized what he meant. Because of the underground rules, this fight wasn’t over until one of us crossed the boundary of the arena. And right now, we were both right in the middle. He had no intention of officially ‘winning’ until he had tortured me for as long as his twisted sadism wanted.

I screamed again, and weakly tried to push his ass off my face, but my efforts were rewarded with another long, slow fart. His toxic stench overpowering me again, I went limp and started to twitch as my smelly torture continued.

“Let’s get you really close to the stink, little man.” Bacterian laughed, as he reached behind himself, and grabbed the back of his trunks.

He lifted up off my face for a few seconds, and pulled his trunks down, revealing his huge, naked butt. The butt sweat dripped off of it and landed in my eyes, and I yelled for mercy again as my face was swallowed again, this time, with nothing between me and his hole.

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Bacterian’s Next Victim

This story is a fantasy ‘follow-on’ from the Dragonball Z episode ‘Smells like trouble’.

I limbered up in the fighter prep area, getting ready for my match. The underground Martial Arts tournament didn’t have the same prestige as the World Martial Arts tournament, but there was still some money to be made. A solid fighter could make a few thousand Zeni for each match, win or lose. It was a good gig and I was talented enough to win often enough to keep the bookies interested.

Occasionally, I’d find myself going up against competitors who had been eliminated from the WMA in a humiliating way, and were now relegated to trying to recoup their honor down here in the underground tournament. We derisively referred to these fighters as ‘washouts’, and they seldom lasted long. The shame they experience from their failures often leaves their spirits broken and their fighting skills suffer as a result.

Today, I was going to be fighting a Washout. He went by the name ‘Bacterian’ and I knew virtually nothing about him, except that he had been embarrassed by a child competitor called Krillin, who had defeated him and had him thrown out of the WMA. I had been fighting ‘Washouts’ for 5 years now, and I could generally easily defeat them by taking advantage of the Underground Tormanments lack of rules. Strikes to the groin and throat were permitted, and a couple of quick strikes to these vulnerable areas were usually enough to take down an unprepared washout.

The arena this evening was known as ‘The Basement’. It was a small, confined venue, just large enough for the 12’ by 12’ area for the fighters. The audience watched through cameras set into the stone walls, while the fighters entered from two heavy doors on the opposite ends of the cramped space. The venue was deep underground, and was not well ventilated, so it could get hot and stifling down there. But I had fought and trained in ‘The Basement’ on multiple occasions, so I was well prepared for its challenges, or so I thought.

I stepped into the elevator, which would take me down to The Basement, once the doors opened and I stepped out, there was no leaving the arena until one of the combatants was eliminated by being pushed or thrown over the boundaries of the 12’ square. There were no submissions or K.O. victories in the Underground, only crossing the boundary could end a fight. This allowed for greater levels of violence, and eliminated the need for a referee. The raw brutality of an underground fight was what drew the audience, and stimulated the betting.

The elevator ‘dinged’ and the doors slid open, I stepped into the room and walked forward towards the boundary of the arena. The lighting was carefully designed to keep both fighters in darkness until they entered the ring. I could see a dim outline on the other side of the room, Bacterian was clearly a large man, but he looked fat and slow, something I could easily take advantage of.

But what caught my attention more than my opponent was some kind of pungent smell down here. It was foul, but oddly familiar, I couldn’t recognize it though. Did they not clean down here properly after the last fight? The arena floor was spotless though, as were the walls, where could that smell be coming from?

I put the smell out of my mind and focused on preparing myself for the fight, I stepped over the boundary into the light. I was wearing just a pair of white trunks, with my wrestling boots, my lean body showed off for the cameras. At five foot seven and one hundred and eighty three pounds, I was proud of my physique. Then I finally got a look at my opponent…

He was massive, nearly seven feet tall and he must have weighed well over four hundred pounds. His skin was light brown and his dark black hair and beard were a mess of tangles and knots. He wore dark black trunks, with khaki armbands and boots. He was covered with hair, and while he was definitely fat, sporting a big, but solid, belly, his arms and legs were thick with muscle. His hands were massive, big enough to wrap his fingers around my entire head.

And now, standing only ten foot away from this massive beast of a man, I realized that the smell was coming from him! It was overwhelming, the strongest body odor I’d ever smelt. I winced from the stink, but didn’t let it show. He smiled and laughed at me, raising his powerful arms up as he did, ready to charge.

I tensed up my muscles as he came at me, and made ready to pull out the two trick shots that normally took down any washout. As he went to grab me, I threw a jab right at his throat, but his neck was so thick and short, I just glazed my fist off of his chin. I quickly followed up with my other planned attack, a swift kick to the groin.

His powerful musk filled my nose and mouth, and I started gagging immediately. It was like the B.O. of a whole unshowered wrestling team all at once. Bacterian, who had already recovered from my kick to his groin, laughed at my disgust.

“You wanna smell something really bad?” he sniggered at me, and shuffled his position on top of me so that we were face to face.

He lifted his arm and pushed his deep, dank pit right over my face. He was so huge, that I was engulfed in complete darkness, I felt his rancid sweat dripping onto my face. And the smell! Oh god, the smell. My eyes watered from his inhuman B.O. I squirmed and pushed, but I couldn’t move him off of me.

The stink started to make me dizzy, and my struggles weakened as I breathed in lungful after lungful of his sweaty stench. I felt some of his foul liquids trickle into my mouth as I screamed for escape from his nasty underarm.

Suddenly he got off of me, and I gasped as I was free of his crushing weight. Springing to his feet with surprising speed and agility, he stood straddled over me.I knew I should try and roll out and get back on my feet, but the stink of his armpit sweat all over my face made me woozy.

Suddenly his immense hands came down and clamped around my throat, lifting me up by my neck until my legs were dangling two foot off the floor. I scrabbled frantically as he squeezed, but my limbs weren’t long enough to reach him, so I pounded my fists on his forearms uselessly. He laughed again, a deep, demented chuckle that made me terrified.

“Awww. Little man needs a hug.” he sneered at me, and abruptly let go of me.

I fell through the air for a brief fraction of a second, before he caught me in a bearhug, pinning my arms to my sides and squeezing me into his sweaty chest. His massive biceps crushed me, making me yelp out in pain. My face was held inches from his and I felt his chest expand as he inhaled.

Then he unleashed a deep, long belch, his mouth open wide, and my senses were overloaded with a whole new, but equally foul, smell. His breath was unbearable, and the gas he was shooting at me, flecked with droplets of saliva, made me choke and gag. After several seconds, the monstrous burp ended, but he had achieved what he had wanted. Once again, I was dizzy and groggy, his stench was so strong, it acted like a tranquilizer.

He continued to bearhug me, crushing me so tight that I felt like my ribs were going to snap. Then, just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, he hit me with another long belch, making me convulse in disgust. My face now wet from the droplets of spit, he relaxed his crushing grip on me and I slid down to the ground.

He caught me before I collapsed entirely, by grabbing the back of my head with his beefy hand, leaving me resting on my knees in front of him. I realized too late that he had my face right at his crotch height. Before I could react, he shoved my head right into the bulge at the front of his onyx colored trunks.

I felt his thick dick and balls pressing into my nose, and I held my breath for as long as I could, but I had so little stamina left now, I could only manage a couple of seconds. I inhaled the scent of his unwashed trunks, his repulsive dirty balls and his big throbbing cock. It was the worst smell yet, worse than his armpit or his belching. My arms flailed wildly, trying to push myself free of this smelly hell, but my strength was gone, sapped by his toxic odors.

He laughed again, that dark demented guffaw that was going to haunt my dreams.

“You like that smell, little man?” He was clearly enjoying my suffering, “I have something even better for you next.”

He pulled my head out of his crotch and threw me on the ground. I landed on my back and immediately started coughing, trying to get the stink out of my lungs. I saw his shadow pass over me, and screamed in panic as I saw his massive ass come crashing down on me. He landed square on my chest, squashing me and making me yell out as my bruised ribs took another battering.

He shuffled himself backwards, moving into a reverse schoolboy pin. I screamed in terror again as his massive, cloth-covered butt eclipsed my face. I tried to beg before I was lost under his mountain of flesh again.

“Please! No! Not …. Mmmppphhh!” My pleas for mercy were muffled as my face slid into his cavernous crack.

His ass was so huge it swallowed my head but I could still breathe, sucking in tainted air from the space around me. He wriggled around, making sure my head was in as deep as it could go. I felt my nose touch against his hole, even through the cloth of his trunks. (Which smelt foul and unwashed as well.) This was a whole new level of nasty, the sweat and grease from his butt seeped through the fabric and coated my face, the scent of his musk now amplified tens times over. I yelled and moaning into his crack, but my cries seemed to excite him, as he laughed again as he ground my head into his smelly ass.

“Get ready for a surprise!” He said to me, in a sinister voice.

I felt him strain above me, like he was pushing on his belly, and I felt his hole pucker around my nose. Had I been mentally capable at that moment I might have realized what he was doing, but the daze of his stink made me slow. I was totally unprepared for what happened next.

His hole opened up and a blast of hot, fetid air washed over my face, forcing its way into my nostrils, where it burned and seared the inside of me. I could feel it filling my mouth, making me gag and cough. I couldn’t believe that this nasty monster had just farted right on me, and his toxic gas was now the only air I had to breathe.

It was so heinous, so smelly, so disgusting that my body went limp, just totally overwhelmed and shut down by the funky assault of gas. I jerked and twitched under him, as the fart lingered around my face. He continued to grind his ass onto me, his sweat lubricating my face as it slid up and down in his crack.

“We’re going to be here for a long time.” he said from up above, followed by his now familiar laugh.

I panicked as I realized what he meant. Because of the underground rules, this fight wasn’t over until one of us crossed the boundary of the arena. And right now, we were both right in the middle. He had no intention of officially ‘winning’ until he had tortured me for as long as his twisted sadism wanted.

I screamed again, and weakly tried to push his ass off my face, but my efforts were rewarded with another long, slow fart. His toxic stench overpowering me again, I went limp and started to twitch as my smelly torture continued.

“Let’s get you really close to the stink, little man.” Bacterian laughed, as he reached behind himself, and grabbed the back of his trunks.

He lifted up off my face for a few seconds, and pulled his trunks down, revealing his huge, naked butt. The butt sweat dripped off of it and landed in my eyes, and I yelled for mercy again as my face was swallowed again, this time, with nothing between me and his hole.