#bugfablesvore

Today's prompt went through like 3 changes in ideas before I settled on this one, but I think I'm happy with it! I love Bug F.ables and obvious all the things I love must have vore, so it needed some more of that! And there might be some mild mind break in here. (Also, as usual, this is technically an AU where Z.asp is in place of V.i for gay porn reasons.)

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Oh yeah, he’s a great choice!

H.oaxe might have bigger things to work towards, but that doesn't mean he can't indulge a little bit, right? Why even be a king if he can't be treated like one sometimes? With the crown on his head, those wasps basically bow to his ever whim, so it's easier than ever to sit back and let other men do the work for him! It might've made him a bit lazy, though. He doesn't have to get up from his throne to do most things now--the wasps worry about the cleaning, patroling, and cooking, and he even has a general to worry about battle strategy. It leaves H.oaxe with a lot more free time than he was expecting. He finds that the plentiful foods of the wasp kingdom his favorite part, and he's certainly showing the weight of his constant feasting. But he got bored of it eventually--he'd tried every dish every which way, and even his chefs are starting to look a bit exhausted with the constant cooking. With a rumble of his belly and a devious idea, though, he decided to reward all of their hard work with a break--on his hips. With the influence of his crown, the wasps could do little to resist his will, so those tired chefs lined up one after another and gave their king the final meal they'd ever make. H.oaxe gulps and slurps them down greedily one after another, his already fattened gut slowly expanding with each chef that pushes inside and gets swallowed down. It's over in no time, much to his dismay, but at least he finds them filling! He sits back in his throne with a crass belch, getting a couple guards to come over and rub his gut for him. The chefs wiggle this way and that, all in an effort to please their king. But between his greedy stomach and the rubbing of guards, they'd break apart one after another, their tough bodies being reduced into a thick slop that pumps deeper through his body. The guards are knocked down by a massive, wasp-scented BWWWWOOOOOUURRRPPP! that rumbles up from the depths of the king's gut. H.oaze huffs with amusement and tries to get up but...he can't. Wasps, evidently, are very fattening despite their looks. And the already chubby king found that he'd gotten much thicker all around. So much so that his boulder of a gut and thick thighs have him wedged in his throne. He tries to hide his blushing face from the dazed guards...but then his stomach rumbles and he gets an idea. If he's stuck in his throne, clearly the only way out is to get so big he simply breaks out! He can get a better throne built later. He looks down at the guards are slowly slurps along his mandibles. A few more wasps ought to do it...

Z.asp couldn't resist. He knows what he's doing is wrong, and he doesn't want to be doing it, but his body is moving against his will--because it's completely within the will of H.oaxe. He'd been worried about something like this happening from the start but he didn't think it would go so easily! He picks up L.eif first, the smaller of the two, and brings them up to H.oaze's open maw. With a good shove, he's wedged the moth inside, and it only takes a few more pushes and gulps to send him down the hatch. Z.asp shudders as he hears H.oaze's gut slosh with his teammate dropping inside. Then he's picking up K.abbu, bigger and heavier, but still lifted all the same. He comes to just in time to stare right into the drooling maw of the wasp king, but whatever he had to say is muffled by his head being shoveled in. Z.asp pushing on K.abbu's butt, helping to shove him down the hatch while the beetle kicks and wiggles around. Despite being awake, he went down just as easily as L.ief did, and the king's belly bounces up and down as he drops inside like a rock. H.oaxe pushes forward, shoving his stuffed gut against Z.asp and pinning the wasp to the wall. He leans down and lets out a noxious OOUUUURRRRRPP! right into Z.asp's face, the smell of moth and beetle thick on his breath. "That's a good drone," H.oaze practically purrs with a smug grin. "Now...start rubbing. Your friends are awfully wiggly in there. Your king doesn't want indigestion!" Z.asp wants to tell him to fuck off, but he can't. His arms move on their own as he begins to rub and knead over the king's gut. He can feel L.eif and K.abbu both squirming inside, calling out for Z.asp to help them, but the only help he can offer is to the king's digestive tract. before long, the cries for help turn into pleas for mercy and release. Z.asp can feel how hard that gut is churning, as well as how steadily it's softening up. L.eif is the first to melt, and K.abbu isn't much farther behind, offering a few more desperate thrashes before Z.asps hands sink right into that belly and he's gone. Another, thicker belch blasts him in the face and H.oaze sighs happily. "Aaaah...you brought such delicious friends to your king," H.oaze says, reaching up to rub Z.asp's head as if he were a mere pet. "As your reward...I'll let you join them on my waistline!" Z.asp can't do anything to resist as H.oaze engulfs his head and slurps him down with ease. All he can do is let it happen, forced to curl up in the king's gut, knowing soon that Team S.nakemouth will forever live on as the wasp king's fat. A soft but grim reminder of what happens when people get in his way.

Absolutely, I’ve been wanting to do more! Love those funny little bugs. (Also, so no one asks, I put Z.asp on Team S.nakemouth for these prompts because y'know. Guys only around here. It's convenient.)

"N-No, don't!" K.abbu tries to let out one last plea before he was gone with a wet gulp, further bloating out the already heavy, round pink stomach. Monsieur S.carlet smirks, letting out a pleased groan as he feels the last of that heavy beetle drop into his gut like a rock. Definitely the best one, he's decided, though that moth and wasp that were on his team were just as enjoyable. Same as that ladybug that thought he could trick him, but that one was long since digested. The three in his stomach are much more lively, at least, and definitely his biggest meal yet. A wet belch escapes the ant, very unbecoming of him, but he quite enjoys it. He pushes the tip of his umbrella into his stomach, feeling it sink in and jab one of those thrashing bugs. "Ah...you adventuring groups really are all the same, hm? You might not have fallen for my facade but..." He shoves further down on his gut, belching thickly again. "...mm...you're still too weak to fight off against me. But you all make such good food at least. That's all you're really good at though." His taunting just seems to make the bugs thrash around more inside. He can feel that speedy wasp trying to kick a way out. That moth feels a bit chilly in there, trying and failing to use his strange magic to get out. And that delicious beetle, his sharp horn worthless despite it ramming into his stomach walls. All their efforts just make S.carlet's gut slosh and bounce around as it works over them, knocking out deep belches that echo in the cave he used as a hideout. Any passing bugs might think there was a grumbling monster nearby, which...is half true. S.carlet is a monster, through and through, and his stomach is grumbling and gurgling loudly as it processes his three-course meal. Belches roar out of him, further helping spread a rumor of the monster in the tunnel. That's what people will suspect caused the disappearance of the bugs, and not the pink ant who waddled out, his stomach wobbling and sloshing around with the remaining slop of a trio of adventurers. A golden medal is in his hand, still dripping in slime as he smiles. "I'm not sure if I'm adventurer material...but if this is the best they can manage," he presses his umbrella into his gut again, working out a wet BLORB! from inside, "then I'm sure I'll be fine. I'll find much better meals with this to show off anyhow..." His stomach is already grumbling excitedly at the idea of more bugs to devour.

During the large G.olden Festival, Team S.nakemouth decided to take part in the eating contest together just for fun. Z.asp tapped out pretty early, his stomach hurting after only a few leaves. That left K.abbu and L.ief going, but the moth proved to be a much faster and much bigger eater. So much so that, once he finished his own plate, he grabs Z.asp's and polishes that off, too, while K.abbu was still eating. But he's still hungry. The moth looks at Z.asp, drooling a bit. He's never felt this hungry...the binge eating is setting off something inside of him. He grabs Z.asp and opens wide, engulfing the debilitated wasp's head into his jaws and beginning to gulp him down. K.abbu notices and cries out, trying to grab onto their fellow teammate's legs to pull him out. "L.eif, stop! This isn't how you do these types of competitions!" Despite hsi strength, K.abbu isn't making any progress, L.ief's wet gulping much stronger than his pulling. So before long, Z.asp is down the hatch, and L.ief's lips are going over K.abbu's arms. The beetle lets out a scream before his head is fully engulfed and he's taking the same trip down Z.asp did. L.eif is barely cognizant of what he's doing, even as he slurps over K.abbu's stomach and sucks him down with wet gulps. He's just hungry. Unimaginably hungry. And so he keeps eating, sending the last of his friend down the hatch, and then scarfing down the last few leaves on his plate. That's the last of the food, and with a deep belch, L.eif is declared the winner of the contest...in the hopes that he won't eat anymore bugs. Which, to his credit, he doesn't. He simply goes about the rest of the festival, acting as if nothing was wrong even as his stomach churns and gurgles wetly over his struggling friends. Even as he melted them alive, he barely seemed to realize what he was doing to them, even snacking a bit more when his gut began to get smaller. By the end, L.ief is left a lot fatter, belching softly into his hand as he rubs over his bubbling gut with a free hand. "....hm. We should do that again next year," L.ief comments as his stomach growls in agreement.

You absolutely can. It's time for bugs.

K.abbu had fought too hard for it all to end here. After his first team had been devoured by the massive monster before him, he had sworn to defeat it for them, and now...now his friends laid behind him, exhausted and hurt, and if K.abbu failed here then it would all be for nothing! The green beetle had no choice but to stop the creature now! He didn’t realize he was growling, though...because he wasn’t. It was his stomach. The beast roared in response as the two of them clashed! By the time the beetle’s friends were waking up, he was finishing off the vile beast. With a wet slurp, he sent down the wiggling tail of the creature. His gut was bloated out massively with the bug curled up inside. A wet belch escapes K.abbu as his two friends stare on with shock. “There’s no need to worry!” he reassures the two of them. “I’ve defeated the awful creature!” He punctuates that with another belch. He got his perfect revenge in the end, and it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.

It was a horrible thought he knew that he should put out of his head the moment it came in, but K.abbu couldn’t help himself. Looking at his moth friend was just making the beetle...hungry, and the idea of devouring L.eif had come up suddenly. He wasn’t sure where such urges were coming from. He’d never want to hurt his friend like that, after all! And yet, despite that, the thought wouldn’t leave, sitting in his mind like an itch as their day went on. When the two of them finally ended up alone in their home in the kingdom, K.abbu realized he was drooling looking at the unaware L.eif. And before he knew it, he had engulfed the moth’s head from behind. He was cool and delicious like shaved ice, and it made him gulp wetly once, twice, three times...and then the deed was done. His belly bloated out with a wet gurgle, his friend now moving around inside. The beetle let out a belch as he sat back and rubbed his gut. He knows he should feel a lot worse about this...but he had been right. His friend was quite delicious.