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You tried your best to not start panicking as you reached for the bucket full of poffins to your left, gritting your teeth as you realized just how heavy the thing was as you lifted it up and brought it towards the Scolipede. This was going to be a lot more physically involved than you were expecting, to be completely honest! You already felt your arms starting to get a little tired as you lifted the bucket up to the bug's mouth, but thankfully, you didn't have to actually take the individual poffins out and feed them to the Pokemon. Instead, the big horsebug just dunked his head right into the pail, lip smacking and bucket shaking breaking out as the Pokemon devoured just about half of the poffins right in front of you in just one messy, fruity, berry-filled mouthful! The Scolipede pulled his head out for a breather, and you could see all kinds of purple and brown stains and globs of poffin across their lips as they gulped down a mouthful of the pastries. A thick, round bulge traveling down their shiny, black gullet for a few moments before the Scolipede just dove right back in! You could feel the weight of the bucket in your hands just disappearing as the Pokemon emptied it out with a ruthless and seemingly unending hunger, and you found yourself already looking over your shoulder at the bucket of squirmy micros on the other side of the table. You knew that the second this bucket ran out, the bug would be expecting you to run over and nab that one...and at least poffins didn't try to crawl out and run away from you!

As soon as the Scolipede finished scarfing down the last of the poffins and lifted his head up, you just let the empty bucket clatter to the floor as you turned around and made your way back to the table, snatching up a micro that was crawling up the side of the bucket and flicking them effortlessly back into the pile before bringing the bucket over to the big bug...who now seemed quite a bit happier after feasting on that big old bucket of pastries, thankfully for you! Still, it would be best to keep the giant, couch-filling horsebug in a good mood, so you brought the bucket up to him once more, this time keeping it balanced in one hand and using your other to gatekeep any micros who were looking for a chance of freedom away from that probing bug snout and long, slimy, purple tongue! The long tongue just scooped up all of the tiny little snacks like an anteater making his way through a fresh hill, reeling them back into the bug's beak and swallowing down a mouthful before darting back out and digging in for another go! Your arms were really starting to ache now, especially as you had to push back against the Scolipede's head plunging into your bucket lest you crumple to the ground, but at least the end was in sight...for now, anyway. Certainly, there were more buckets of these around somewhere in Neil's house for the next couple of days. You would just have to figure out where they were. For now, though, you could relax for a tiny moment, at least!

You actually managed to enjoy the rest of your day at Neil's house after that one very nerve-wracking moment, though you still had to avoid the living room for the rest of the day outside of very short trips past it to the kitchen. It seemed that you only needed to feed the Scolipede, who through the various notes strewn around Neil's house you learned was named Milo, once a day, so you kind of just had the rest of the day to lounge around and do whatever, though you were in and out for most of the day. You ended up not sleeping there, at least for the first night, opting instead to come back the next day and scope out the situation a little bit more. When you arrived the following morning, Milo was still pretty much in the same spot, though he was looking already a fair bit larger than he was before, the couch underneath him seeming as if it was beginning to struggle with the bug's considerable weight...well, it wasn't your furniture, so it wasn't your problem! You walked around Milo towards a door at the other side of the living room, opening it up to find the extra bags of poffins and micros that Neil had told you were stashed away for the following days...along with something he hadn't told you about. A small pile of Pokeballs, each one with a sticky note attached. You rifled through them, before grabbing the one that said "Day 2" on it and stuffing it into your pocket before you closed the door behind you and brought those two bags out to refill the pails that had pretty much been sitting where you dropped them last night...

Guh. This was PHYSICAL work, and for the fruits of your labor to disappear in a couple seconds as Milo just horked down a fresh bucket of poffins and micros in front of you again! At least you had the surprise of the Pokeball to look forward to at the end of it all. The buckets clattered to the ground once more, though you at least had the decency to put them back up on the table before you pulled the Pokeball out of your pocket and pressed the button on its center to release the creature trapped inside. A red, glowing beam of light soon shot out from the ball, coalescing on the ground in front of Milo in the form of a big, red ball that slowly morphed and grew out until it formed the shape of a Pokemon; one that color was gradually infused into, until you recognized it as Grovyle! The leafy reptile looked extremely confused and disoriented, wobbling on its rear end as it looked around the environment and then snapped its view to you. Unfortunately, that meant it completely missed Milo, and, well, that was the one that it probably needed to be worried about! Casually, the bug just leaned forward and brought its maw down, opening its beak up and snapping it over the top half of the Pokemon's head, causing the Grovyle to squawk out in surprise as it was very suddenly and quickly lifted up into the air, half of its body immersed in the wet, slimy world of the Scolipede's mouth, no doubt being smeared and smothered in the goopy remnants of all the poffins Milo had just gobbled up a few seconds ago...blegh! At least he wouldn't be spending too long in the bug's mouth, judging from how ravenous Milo's appetite had been up until this point.

And you were certainly right about that. After a few seconds of stuffing the Grovyle into his cheeks, Milo casually tossed his head back and swallowed down the leafy Pokemon in one big gulp, leaving you unable to look away as the wiggling, kicking bulge descended all the way down Milo's throat, before disappearing into the seemingly infinite pudge of his huge, fat underbelly. Man, you did not want to think about what he would be stewing in down there, considering how much you had just fed the bug, but...at this point, you were just doing your job. Your job that you were going to make sure you got paid for at the end of it! fYou were just about to clean up and make your way out to leave Milo to the digesting he would have to do before you very suddenly heard a knock on the door, something that you absolutely did not expect and something which nearly made you jump in surprise when you heard it! Was Neil back already? Could you pawn his giant monster bug back off on him? That's what you were hoping, though as you answered the door, you very quickly found that not to be the case. Instead, you were greeted by a barely 5 feet tall, blue blob of a Pokemon, one that you recognized as a Quagsire, with a striped green bandana around their neck. Certainly not who you were expecting to see, to say the very least! "...Can I help you?" you asked after a few seconds of trying to find your words, very much not prepared for a conversation like this! "Um, is this the place? I have the flier..." the Pokemon said as he tried his best to look around or through you, his eyes lighting up as soon as he saw the big bug lounging on the wobbling, slowly-creaking couch behind you! In the blink of an eye, the Quagsire had just burst right into Neil's house, leaving you shouting and chasing after him as he lay right down in front of Milo. Specifically, near his backside, feet up in the air and probing around for the thick, round donut that the bug was sporting...the Scolipede confused at first, until one of those wet, rubbery feet found purchase, and the donut swallowed it right up with a quick, powerful clench! "Oh god, I don't want to see THAT..."

Not particularly wanting to view the scene in the living room, you kind of just walked back to the kitchen, closing the wide open door before picking up the flier that the Quagsire had dropped on the floor as he sped past you. Thankfully, it shed some light on the situation. At the top was a full spread image of Milo, with some text beneath it. "DO YOU LIKE THIS BUG?" it read in somewhat-crude lettering. "Then you should come feed him! All sizes and species of prey are welcome. Any orifice you can fit into." An address was provided beneath it, and from the looks of it, this definitely wasn't the only flier Neil had left around town...you got the feeling that you were going to be seeing a lot more of these bug appreciators coming around over the next few days! Speaking of that Quagsire, his feet had already been locked together inside of Milo's ass, that pucker noisily suckling and slurping the Pokemon up, just dragging him up and forward along the carpet with the sheer power of his pelvic muscles! Milo was big, of course, but this Quagsire wasn't anything to sneeze at either, despite how short he was...that was a lot of weight that Milo was basically only handling with his pucker! And unfortunately, it seemed like it was a little bit too much weight for that little brown couch to handle. Your attention was forcibly called back to the living room after you heard a loud CRASH, poking your head back in to see that the legs of the couch had just given up and completely split down the sides, putting the cushion right on the ground...and subsequently making the travel from floor to pucker just a slight bit easier for the Quagsire! He was doing his best to wiggle and push his way deeper into Milo's ass, groaning and gasping honestly very excessively as he felt those clenching innards squeeze over more and more of his body! The Quagsire was pretty smooth and rod shaped, uniquely qualified to be a Scolipede's buttplug and loving every second of it as that donut chewed on his non-existent thighs...

"OHHhh, this feels just as good as I imagined it would~" the Quagsire groaned out after you heard another rippling clench, a few more inches of his body of the Pokemon getting swallowed up. The water-type starting to hump against those tight, bowel balls now that his waist was securely contained...rolling over a bit inside Milo's ass so that he had the most optimal hip-thrusting position! It took quite a bit of elbow grease, for sure, but with the amount of slickness in here, anything was possible, really. Milo was clearly enjoying it as well, that big, purple horsebug cock you had been so flagrantly exposed to earlier was now at full mast, pulsing and leaking beads of bug pre every time the Scolipede clinched his innards to pull the Quagsire a bit deeper. As opposed to his partner, Milo was kind of just humping the air though, his black balls flopping back and forth with every hip movement that sucked the quack sire deeper! God...at least it was going by really quickly, honestly. This guy really wanted to be a bug's buttplug, huh?

The next time you checked in, all that was left of the water-type was that round, blue head and those goofy-looking hands sticking out from between red, fattened bug thighs, the extra squish just from two days of feeding already starting to show everywhere the Pokemon was holding onto! Even with how blue the Quagsire was, you could still see the incredibly red blush on his face...or maybe that was just the heat of nearly all of his body being submerged in fleshy bug tunnels, and the rest being sandwiched between fat bug thighs! Regardless, it was quite the color mismatch, to put it lightly. That pudgy Quagsire face gradually got scrunched and scrunched up further with each little clench Milo made, the bug completely rolled over onto his back, head lolled down and tongue out in bliss as his shaft continued to leak...yeah, you weren't going to be cleaning that up, that was for certain. As the Quagsire continued to sink between those cheeks, the outline of Milo's purple donut almost perfectly encircling their face, they looked to you. "Heh...thanks for letting me do this. I hope I make him real big and fat~"

*shLRRRrrrk~*

And then he was gone. No more Quagsire, just a very pleased, wiggly lump deep in Milo's belly, and a very satisfied-looking bug. A bug with quite a lot of digestion on his plate for the rest of the night, that was for sure! You still felt understandably weird about your participation in all of this, but the Pokemon seemed rather genuinely happy with his position, so...eh. saying no probably would have been worse. And it meant Milo would probably be sleeping for the rest of the day, so you could lock up and have a semblance of a normal evening...