title: A Bug's Revenge aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Jayguyshy] id: [48788083] date: 星期四, 八月 25日 2022, 12:50:27 凌晨 modified: 星期六, 九月 10日 2022, 8:27:21 晚上

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A Bug's Revenge

Author: Jayguyshy Source: A Bug's Revenge [COMMISSION]

It had been a very long and tiring day for Jeremy. The usually energetic Joltik had to practically drag himself through the door into his pad. The only thing Jeremy had on his mind now was collapsing onto the couch, so that’s exactly what he did. Being only three feet tall, it took a bit of effort for Jeremy to hoist himself onto the seat but when he did, Jeremy collapsed with a loud sigh. For a good while, Jeremy sat in place, getting some much deserved rest in the comfort of his own home, taking in the silence. Wait… silence? Jeremy looked around himself, registering how oddly quiet it was. It wasn’t often Jeremy got some time alone with his thoughts as they would often be interrupted by a certain someone. Whatever, Jeremy thought to himself. He was simply going to relax and enjoy the peace until it was inevitably ruined by-

CRASH!!

And there it is, Jeremy thought as he grumbled to himself. A loud clattering and heavy thumping came from a bedroom down the hallway from the living room where Jeremy was. Jeremy simply closed his eyes and tried his best to ignore it. His eyes remained closed as he heard the sound of the bedroom door bursting open followed by the sound of heavy thudding footsteps. With each footfall that pounded against the floor, Jeremy could feel the quakes underneath his feet, and hear the decor rattling on the walls. He was used to having a tank of a roommate by now, but Jeremy was always a little intimidated by how hefty the guy was. Okay, more than a little intimidated, Jeremy had to admit. His roommate was more than twice his size and at least three times his width. More often than not, Jeremy was totally covered by his shadow and, as those booming stomps got closer to Jeremy’s location, shaking him more with each step, he had a feeling that this time was going to be no different.

Jeremy opened his eyes, and there he was, standing right in front of- or right over him. Adrian was a 6’7'' Goodra with a passion for nothing but eating and sleeping. The first thing anybody would notice about Adrian would be just how wide he is, with a gut too round to be contained by any shirt, so Adrian didn’t even try, leaving his midriff hanging free and wobbling with every step he took. Right below that swaying belly were a pair of very heavyset hips, which is where most of the Goodra’s weight was, and what led to powerful quakes with every step he took. Being wider than the rest of his body, Adrian’s hips caused quite a bit of damage everywhere he went, constantly knocking things over or pinning his poor three-foot roommate to the walls of their small pad. It was almost impossible to see past his own fat ass was always Adrian’s excuse but Jeremy never believed him. The Joltik was sure that his roommate simply loved to pick on him because of his short size. But, hopefully today would be different, Jeremy thought to himself as Adrian trudged into the living room, arms full with an assortment of junk food.

“Oh, hey Adrian! Need me to scoot over so we can watch some TV together?” Jeremy stammered sheepishly. Unfortunately, just as he spoke, Adrian’s behemoth of a gut started to growl up a storm, the thunderous groans completely drowning out Jeremy’s voice. The Joltik swallowed and tried again as Adrain stood in front of the couch and rubbed his gut, seeming like he was more interested in getting it filled than the presence of his tiny roommate. “Uh, h-hey Adrian, did you, um, need s-something?-” Adrian cut Jeremy off as he turned, forcing the Joltik to duck under his fat tail as it swung overhead and leaving Jeremy staring down the looming presence of Adrian’s wide backside. The Goodra was wearing a pair of tight black shorts that did little to hide how much fat was being stored back there, and those shorts were now taking up all of Jeremy’s view. Jeremy knew that his oblivious roommate was seconds away from dropping himself down on top of the couch and the unfortunate Joltik that was already there and tried to call out to Adrian before it happened.

But it was no use. It was like talking to a wall, a wall of thick, wobbling, ass fat. With no hesitation, Adrian dropped his full weight onto the couch, sighing as it buckled under his weight. Adrian’s wide hips easily took up all the space on the couch, giving the Joltik underneath him no room to move. Jeremy was completely smothered into hundreds of pounds of Goodra ass. Every time Jeremy tried to push Adrian’s heavy tush off of him, he could only manage a few seconds before all of that heft was shoved back onto him with full force. It didn’t help that Adrian was constantly grinding his fat ass onto his seat as he stuffed his face with snacks, smushing Jeremy deeper and deeper into that thick pudge. Jeremy didn’t know what was worse: the fact he kind of enjoyed being smothered like this, or that he was so used to it. In fact, Jeremy was so used to it that he had a pretty good idea of what was coming next.

Right on cue, a wave of vibrations were sent through Jeremy’s body as Adrian’s gut grumbled uncontrollably. Adrian’s stomach was full of hastily-eaten snacks, and now some of that built-up gas wanted out. And with Jeremy’s face buried right under the base of the Goodra’s tail, he’d be taking the blast face first.

Adrian let out a groan as he lifted up his leg, the grumbling coming from his gut getting louder and louder until finally, a torrent of gas came rushing out from his flabby backside with a noise that was low and rumbling like thunder. Jeremy was forced into the seat cushion, blown back by that powerful fart before Adrian dropped his full weight back onto the couch ,trapping Jeremy in a cramped, foul-smelling tomb. Jeremy was only able to get out a panicked squeak before his face was shoved roughly between Adrian’s cheeks, but it did manage to catch the Goodra’s attention. He took a quick break from filling himself with food to look around for his shortie of a roommate.

“Jeremy? Was that you?” Adrian called out until he noticed something wriggling underneath his rump. At first, he tried to wiggle his hips deeper into the couch and hope that feeling went away, then Adrian remembered what happened last time he tried to just ignore that itch. “Uh oh, not again…”

Adrian hopped to his feet and spun around quickly, wincing as he saw his roommate lying dazed smack dab in the middle of the imprint his ass made on the couch. Jeremy glared at the fat Goodra, tried to say something before he was overcome by a coughing fit, gagging on the putrid stench that Adrian had covered him with.

“Ah, h-hey Jeremy!” Adrian scratched the back of his head sheepishly, “I, uhh… didn’t know you were home. Sorry!”

Jeremy jumped off the couch and tried to shove the big himbo away, his hands uselessly splatting into Adrian’s slimy belly.

“Can’t you pay attention for once?! This is the third time this week I’ve almost died under your fat ass!” Jeremy ranted as he stormed off, eager to wash the smell of Goodra farts off him. Adrian simply sulked as he watched Jeremy leave. “It’s not… that fat.”

“Yeah it is!!” Jeremy yelled from down the hall. “And it smells awful too!”

Adrian muttered to himself as he sat back down on the couch with a heavy FWUMP.

“Never bothered me that much…”

It was a whole weekend later, and despite Adrian’s constant apologizing and pleading, Jeremy was still fed up with his lumbering oaf of a roommate. Jeremy refused to talk to Adrian for days after the incident, leaving the two to simply go about their days separately in awkward silence. What Adrian didn’t know was that Jeremy was slowly coming up with a plan to get back at his roommate. It didn’t take too long for an idea to come to the Joltik after Jeremy realized that Adrian does the same thing at around the same time every day: grab a bunch of snacks and head for the living room, turn the TV on, then eat until he passes out on the couch. All Jeremy had to do was sneak a single piece of candy into Adrian’s stash and the first step of his revenge would be complete. Not any ordinary piece of candy of course, one that would help give Adrian a taste of his own medicine, shrinking him down so small that even Jeremy would be able to lord his size over him.

With the candy in place, all Jeremy had to do now was wait until he heard those all too familiar quake-creating footsteps that let him know Adrian was on his way to the living room. Jeremy watched from behind a wall with an evil grin as the fat Goodra lazily stuffed his face, tossing snacks down his throat haphazardly. With how quickly Adrian ate all of his meals, it didn’t take him long to get to the shrinking candy Jeremy had planted. To Adrian, it just looked like any normal gumball, and was unwrapped and tossed into his maw without a second thought. As soon as Adrian gulped the candy down, Jeremy rubbed his hands devilishly. The only thing left to do now was wait.

And so Jeremy waited and waited, grateful that Adrian was too focused on his favorite activity (eating) to notice the Joltik watching him. Jeremy had expected the candy to work its magic by now, but he decided to just be patient. Waiting just a few minutes was a small price to pay to get his payback on Adrian. But soon enough, those few minutes turned into a full hour. An hour of watching Adrian make a mess as he lazily poured various bags of food down his throat and his belly bloat as it became more and more full. An hour of listening to Adrian’s gurgling insides grow louder by the second as he let out belch after raunchy belch. And, just as an hour had passed, the lazy dragon looked over the scraps of his finished meal, bellowed out a loud yawn and flopped onto his side, falling into a blissfully deep nap.

“Come oonnn,” Jeremy groaned in a forced whisper, “What’s taking so long?!”

Running out of patience, Jeremy slowly stepped out of his hiding spot, slinking over to the beast of a Goodra laying on the couch, snoring loudly. Jeremy took very careful steps as if he was approaching some feral animal before shaking his head.

“Oh, who am I kidding, he’s not gonna notice me,” Jeremy commented as he looked over the Goodra, who still somehow managed to loom over him even when he was asleep.

“I don’t think anything can wake him up from an after-lunch nap.” To prove his point, Jeremy slapped his hands onto Adrian’s exposed belly with a resounding PLAP! In response, Adrian simply mumbled happily and rolled onto his back.

While the sounds of Adrian snoring and his constantly churning guts filled the air around him, Jeremy scratched his head in confusion. “What went wrong?” he pondered, “He should be inches tall by now!”

Just as Jeremy was about to throw his hands in the air and give up, the sound of Adrian groaning made him freeze in place. His belly wobbled and rumbled with an ominous noise. A bulging mass surged past his round stomach and up his throat until Adrian’s cheeks puffed up and…

BHHHHUUUUARRRP!

Jeremy was totally blindsided as Adrian belched up a cloud of thick purple smoke that hit the Joltik straight on. Jeremy tried to fan the puff of air away but it was all over him in an instant, filling his lungs. It reeked of a mix of Adrian’s foul breath and some strangely sweet scent. Just a few breaths of it, and Jeremy was overcome with an odd feeling, as if he was being lifted into the air. Eventually, the thick mist dissipated and the next thing Jeremy knew, he was falling. And what was right below him was Adrian’s wide open maw, looking more like a bottomless pit that Jeremy was about to drop into. The suddenly shrunken Joltik flailed wildly and cried out for help as the familiar environment of his living room was slowly overtaken by overwhelmingly muggy darkness as he fell deeper into that pit. With a wet slap, he landed face first into Adrian’s thick green tongue and immediately struggled to get a hand hold on the massive slimy muscle. Jeremy started to panic as it seemed more futile by the second, no matter how much he tried to cling to the tongue, he only seemed to slide closer and closer to Adrian’s waiting throat, which Jeremy knew from experience was ready to gulp him down without hesitation.

“Adrian, you gotta wake up!” Jeremy called out to his sleeping roommate, “P-please, don’t eat me!”

Jeremy’s cries for help were answered with ear-shattering noise. Adrian’s powerful snores were loud enough to shake the Joltik to his core and right after, the Goodra huffed out some more of his rancid breath. The heated wind rushed past Jeremy, almost making him light-headed. How could one Goodra’s breath smell so foul?! Just as Jeremy was caught up in a coughing fit, trying to get the awful taste of Adrian’s pungent slobber and even worse breath out of his mouth, a bit of movement from his giant roommate caught his attention. Jeremy could only watch as Adrian’s mouth slowly closed over him, and he was trapped with nothing but the smell of his digested, burped-up meals to breathe in and his tongue, threatening to push him down Adrian’s throat. That massive muscle effortlessly pinned Jeremy to the roof of Adrian’s maw, pressing him flat between two slobber-soaked surfaces. The snack-sized Joltik tried his best to wriggle free, his limbs splatting uselessly into the surface of Adrian’s tongue as he shouted in between rounds of coughing away the slobber forcing its way into his mouth.

“L-lemme out of here, Adrian! I’m not a snack!”

Adrian seemed to disagree however, judging by the murmurs of delight as he groggily took in Jeremy’s taste. Jeremy could feel himself getting pulled toward Adrian’s gullet, the point of no return. Just as Jeremy felt himself being squeezed into that tight tunnel, ready to slip even deeper into the hellish chamber that was Adrian’s stomach, the sound of the massive Goodra mumbling and groaning sounded out around him.

“Mm, huh? What the…?”

Suddenly, Jeremy felt everything tilt around him. He didn’t know what was happening, he simply closed his eyes and braced himself for some sort of impact.

Adrian had jolted straight up on his seat, now fully awake. The feeling of something wriggling near his throat had startled him awake, now he just had to get it out. After just a few more seconds of sloshing and swishing, Adrian quickly spat the strange object onto his hand. Lying there in a mass of slimy spit was a familiar looking ball of yellow fuzz. The fuzzball slowly stood up and tried to wipe some of the slobber off of himself, before gagging at just how gross that smell stuck to him was, all while Adrian looked down at him curiously. “Uh, Jeremy? Is that you?”

Jeremy glared up at the towering Goodra. “Yeah, it’s me, and you know what-” Just as Jeremy was about to give Adrian a piece of his mind, he found himself being squished between two of the Goodra’s thick digits as if he was just a plaything.

“How’d you get so small, dude?” Adrian said, snickering. “No wonder I almost ate you, you look just like a lil’ candy!”

Jeremy wriggled in frustration, practically growling at his roommate. “W-well, this wouldn’t have happened if that stinkin’ shrinking candy worked like it was supposed to! Now lemme go and-”

“Shrinking candy?”

Jeremy winced as Adrian’s eyes focused in on him, like two spotlights harshly bearing down on him. He tried to stammer out an excuse, but Adrian was used to Jeremy’s antics; it didn’t take him long to put two and two together.

“Ohhh, I get it, you were trying to shrink me!” Adrian’s face slowly spread into a devious looking grin as he looked down at the little bug.

Jeremy gulped, starting to feel Adrian’s press into him harder and harder.

“N-no! I mean, yeah I did try, but it didn’t work! Look, if you just grab the antidote from my room we can all pretend like this never happened, mkay?” Jeremy grinned nervously, hoping that his plea would work.

“Hmm.” Adrian put a finger to his chin, and for a second it looked like he was genuinely considering listening to Jeremy. That all changed the second Jeremy saw his face shift back into that twisted grin and the Joltik was quickly pressed under his much larger roommate’s thumb, squished deep into the pudge of Adrian’s fat stomach. “Nah, I don’t think I’m gonna do that just yet,” Adrian sneered.

Jeremy groaned as he sank into Adrian’s never-ending flab, the sound of its constant churning and gurgling filling his ears. “P-please, Adrian, I’ll do anything!”

“...Anything, huh?” Adrian chuckled as he slowly lifted his thumb off of Jeremy’s tiny form. “Okay, then… servant.”

“S-s-servant?!” Jeremy gasped as he looked up at his looming roommate, while sitting on the vast and squishy expanse of his gut.

“Yep, all you gotta do is do exactly what I say for the rest of the day and well, I’ll see about getting your antidote or whatever,” Adrian said before lightly pressing a finger against the top of Jeremy’s head, enough to squish the bug just a bit. “Not like you have much of a choice, anyway.”

“But..! But..! You can’t-!” Jeremy was cut off by an earthquake underneath his feet as Adrian’s gut shook vigorously, letting out a loud groan.

“Fuck, I’m hungry again.” Adrian grumbled to himself before snapping his fingers like he was calling for a butler. “Go and get me a snack, bug.”

“D-don’t call me a bug!” Jeremy snapped, then realized it probably wasn’t a good idea to intimidate his mile-high roommate right now. “I-I mean, where am I supposed to get a snack from?” Jeremy looked around the living room and all he saw were empty wrappers and crumbs. “It looks like you already ate everything.”

Adrian sighed and pointed behind Jeremy. The Joltik looked and, in between Adrian’s legs as he lazed on the couch, was a single piece of chocolate, still in its wrapper resting on the cushion, just small enough for Jeremy to carry.

While Adrian leaned back against the arm of the couch and got comfy, his servant got to work. He slid off of Adrian’s tubby belly and landed right between his legs. Jeremy gulped at the sight of Adrian’s thick legs towering over him, not to mention the looming mountain that was his gut, easily overshadowing the puny bug. Every time Adrian shifted and fidgeted just a little, all of that pudge surrounding Jeremy wobbled like a massive balloon. Jeremy couldn’t help but imagine being buried under it all, tons of soft, slimy flab squishing him flat. He shook his head, ready to get out of there as soon as possible before his imagination got the best of him.

Jeremy picked up the bite-sized chocolate bar sitting between Adrian’s paws, which was apparently too far for the Goodra to reach, and began his trek all the way back to Adrian’s waiting mouth. Carrying the candy up to Adrian’s gut was a challenge, and Adrian evidently didn’t feel like helping no matter how much Jeremy begged. After that very long and arduous climb, Jeremy stumbled his way down that mound of fat until he finally reached Adrian’s chest, where his smug face loomed overhead.

“Here’s your chocolate… sir…” He said, blushing. His face got even more red as Adrian let out a snicker.

“Unwrap it first, and hold it up for me.”

Jeremy did as he said, gracelessly tearing the wrapping and struggling as he lifted the bar, which was almost the size of his entire body, up for Adrian to eat. Jeremy shivered as the Goodra’s face drew closer to him. Slowly, Adrian’s lips parted and that massive cavern that Jeremy had unfortunately already become intimate with exposed itself, with thick, pooling strands of saliva flowing through and a wide tongue, looking awfully threatening when you’re only a few inches tall. The Goodra’s maw slowly encompassed Jeremy’s entire view, his warm breath washing over the Joltik, covering him in that oppressively muggy air. For a split second, when Jeremy stared down that slimy tunnel leading towards his throat, it started to look almost inviting. Then, suddenly, Adrian’s maw closed around his upper body and the piece of chocolate he was holding, snapping Jeremy out of his trance very quickly.

Jeremy began frantically squirming in between the fat, cushiony lips of the massive Goodra, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying licking him as much as possible. His massive tongue slid across Jeremy’s wriggling body again and again, leaving a trail of gooey slobber. The tiny Joltik did everything he could to pull himself free, but that only amounted to flailing his limbs uselessly. His kicking legs simply sunk into the same soft but tight lips that held him firmly in place. The only thing Jeremy could do was struggle until Jeremy decided that he had toyed with his tiny roommate enough, use his tongue to swiftly nab the chocolate from his arms and release his grip on Jeremy with a delighted sigh as he gulped down his treat. The overwhelmed Joltik fell back down onto Adrian’s chest and tried to catch his breath, slobber dripping off of him in thick globs.

“You… you did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Adrian’s response was to puff up his cheeks with a raunchy belch and spew a concentrated surge of gas directly at Jeremy’s tiny form. The Joltik immediately gagged as the pungent cloud of stink blew past him, the stench forcing his way into and burning his lungs.

“Mmmaybe,” Adrian teased. “I’ve got another job for you, by the way.”

Jeremy looked up at the Goodra with eyes filled with stink-induced tears. “Another one?!”

“Yeah, I kinda lost my appetite. That shrinking candy you fed me really did a number on my stomach,” Adrian mused as he idly rubbed his gut. “I can feel my gut bubbling again, so I know just where to put ya next.”

Before Jeremy could react, he was scooped up into Adrian’s grip, squeezed snugly between two fingers while the Goodra casually tugged down the waist of his pants. While keeping a tight grasp of Jeremy, Adrian flipped onto his stomach and brought the tiny Joltik closer and closer to his backside. Jeremy got a good look at Adrian’s asscrack, left partially uncovered by his black shorts, a sight that always filled him with dread, mostly because it was usually what he saw right before he was smothered under all of that ass fat, and grinded underneath it until he was drenched with sweat and rancid fumes. Jeremy gulped as he realized what was coming was going to be much, much worse.

Adrian, without warning, let go of Jeremy, and he could already hear that familiar rumbling as he landed on one of the Goodra’s fat cheeks, bouncing off of it before sinking back into the blubbery surface. As Jeremy tried to get his footing on the titanic slab of wobbling fat, the owner of all of said fat barked a command down at him. Even though his face seemed miles away, his voice was still crystal clear. “Now get to massaging my ass, bug.”

Jeremy looked around him. Adrian was already wide enough as it is, but at Jeremy’s diminished height, just his backside seemed like a vast landscape. Jeremy protested, “Are you joking? That’d take me hours!”

Unfortunately, the bug’s whining was too puny to reach Adrian’s ears. Instead, he simply reached a hand back to pull his shorts back up. Jeremy watched wide eyed as Adrian tugged his shorts up, and he was sealed inside that musky darkness with one last warning.

“Hurry up back there and you can get your size back.”

And now Jeremy was surrounded by nothing. Nothing except the unbearably powerful smell of his roommate’s swamp ass and the sound of boisterous gurgling that shook the ground beneath him. There was nothing else Jeremy could do, so he simply got down to his hands and knees and started rubbing. His hands, predictably, sunk deep into the Goodra’s pudgy backside. He squished his hands down into it with great force, wondering if Adrian could even feel it. Even after what felt like hours of pressing his hands into Adrian, the powerful musk that coated his rear end didn’t get any easier to breathe in. Even worse were the unpredictable barrages of noxious farts that shot out from his damp crack, hot and fetid winds spilling into the air, creating a ghastly mixture that overwhelmed Jeremy and made his head spin.

The massive Goodra seemed to rip ass with a very carefree attitude, some long and windy, some short, repeated bubbling bursts, and the deadly breezes that hissed out from his tailhole. And Jeremy was forced to listen to and huff all of those noxious winds. After a while, the overwhelming stench had put his mind in a daze, his body moving on his own, crawling and massaging all over his captor’s ass. That’s why he didn't notice just how slick his body had become with Adrian’s sweat, and why he ended up straying too far too haphazardly and slipping down the steep decline of Adrian’s cheeks, sliding down into the vast canyon between them. Jeremy tried to stop himself, clinging to the wall of flab but sliding deeper into Adrian’s steamy crack nonetheless. Below him, Jeremy could see Adrian’s giant tailhole, slick with sweat. As if to insult him, Jeremy was blasted with another torrent of horrid gas with a raunchy FRRRPPPT!

Jeremy was quickly losing strength, the possibility of being lost between Adrian’s fat cheeks becoming more and more likely by the second. Not knowing what else to do, Jeremy called out for help.

“A-Adrian, get me out of here! I rubbed your fat ass, now you gotta let me out like you promised!!”

But Jeremy got no response. In fact, the last thing he heard before he slid between those thick, musky, sweaty, constantly rumbling walls was the unmistakable sound of Adrian’s snoring.