Brad, far too late, began to regret his arousal-influenced decision to get closer to the giant as his thin insect exoskeleton began to crumple as Jud continued to increase the pressure, squeezing his armpit tighter to the rest of his muscular body.
Jud curled his arm back, bulging a bicep and tightening the sweaty, enclosed space that had a tiny bug trapped in his pit.
Pale green fluid poured from ruptures in the exoskeleton as more of Brad’s meal of pizza slurry was forcefully regurgitated from his gullet to mix with the sweaty damp mat of hair in the huge man’s pit.
Brad pleaded with furiously buzzing wings. “Stop!” He felt his body failing to resist the pressure. “You’re going to crush…”
Pop!
The moment the tiny form finally exploded from the pressure produced an almost inaudible fizzy hiss.
“Gross!” Jud said and laughed uproariously as the crushed bug’s remains finally motivated him to raise his arm.
He stood and got a whiff of his own musk and pit sweat.
“Puny little fucker couldn’t handle it,” he said aloud as he headed toward the bathroom for a shower.
The thought of the inescapable crush of the puny creature pushed Jud’s fat eight inches to full mast before he even stepped into the shower.
As he stroked off beneath the stream, he lifted his arm and exposed his pit to the jet of water, washing Brad’s pathetic remains off his massive form to circle the drain in the floor in the center of the shower.
Jud blew a load that soon joined Brad’s crushed form in the drainage pipes.