How about some prompts for The W.asp K.ing from B.ug F.ables?
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.
H.oaxe loved the Rubber P.rison. It was a wonderful place to crush the spirits of anyone who defied him--wasps and other bugs alike--since the other kingdoms had stopped using it. He came by every so often just to watch the prisoners squirm and fall to despair within their cages. Of course, he had a second reason for coming here--it was a nice, private place to have a good meal. He could easily gorge himself on the many cells populated by bugs without much resistance, but there's hardly any fun in that. He'd only pick out one at a time after plenty of stalking around. The other bugs knew what it meant when the wasp king showed up, and they all dreaded to be the one he picked. The normal ruckus of the prison got quiet whenever he slunk down the halls, staring into each cage with the eyes of a hungry beast. He made his pick eventually, though, walking up to a cage with a couple ants inside and opening it. The other prisoners could hear the begging of the two ants as they try to back away. H.oaze doesn't say a word--he doesn't have to. Before long, some screams ring out, soon cut off and replaced with some wet, messy gulps. When H.oaze walks out again, a bulging stomach sticks out of his cape, sloshing as he walks with his thrashing meals inside. Even though he's eaten, he'll still stalk along the halls of the prison, making sure everyone locked up knows exactly what fate will eventually befall them. The only way out, after all, is through H.oaxe's digestive tract. And he loves to remind them every day about it. He'd only leave when the ants are little more than a thick slurry in his guts. By the time he'd return to his kingdom, he'd be a bit chubbier than before, and no wasp would say a word about it. Anyone who did got to be dessert.