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Branches and grass blades flew up in the air as a figure in a robe was running at a very quick pace. Clanking could also be heard as well as each lightning fast step the figure took shook the many items the figure was carrying underneath them. Not too far behind the figure though, one could see trees being smashed and broken down and the noise of falling trees and loud stomping could be heard as it echoed throughout the forest.

“Dammit, why are they so relentless!” came a womanly voice from the figure as she cocked her head to the side to view behind her. Her light blue head would have blended into the sky if it was visible in the thick forest she was in. She could slightly make out large creatures that had been chasing her through the trees and it sent her adrenaline into overdrive. She then reached inside of her robes and pulled out a weapon which looked in between a dagger and a sword. The woman then stopped suddenly as her emotions switched from flight to fight. As she spun around a giant orc suddenly crashed through the trees before her in a gigantic snarl, its large bottom teeth poking out above its lips like a mammoth.

“Come at me then!” the woman screamed as the Orc then suddenly charged like a wild monster. The woman leaped as best she could as she swung her blade, striking the Orc in the neck. She then landed on both her feet and turned her head just in time to see the Orc stumble forward and fall to its knees, struggling to grasp onto life as its oversized hands attempted to clutch at the wound she had inflicted. However it was no use, and soon the Orc fell on his lifeless face.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief as she placed her weapon back under her robes and ran her hands through her light blue hair. “Well that's that. Disgusting fowl creature. You don't deserve to have such treasure.” Mareth said smiling as she raised a sack of diamonds that was the size of a waterballoon in her hand. The treasure had been one that the orcs had passed down from their offspring for a long time, yet now it was hers. And she had even brought one of them down. There were no words that could describe how much she detested these creatures she thought as she looked at her loot and stood above the dead Orc.

As Mareth gazed upon the jewels, she heard another sound of smashing and heavy footsteps. She placed her prize back inside her robes and gazed upon the incoming threat, hand ready to withdraw another weapon to due battle with. She was confident though that the slow orcs stood no chance.

“Come on you stupid ugly beast. It shouldn't be a problem after that first to strike you down. These foolish creatures have no idea how to battle in the very...” she said as suddenly a gigantic fist smashed into the back of her head sending her flying into a tree. In her cockiness and focusing on the Orc making a distraction, she had failed to account for the Orc that was sneaking up behind her.

She gazed upon the Orc walking up towards her as her vision began to blur. She could barely make out the outline of it's beady eyes and foul breath before she slipped into unconciousness altogether.

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“She dead.”

“She not dead, she strong.”

“She look dead.”

“No she breathing.”

Mareth could hear the chatter of low level grammar about her as she squinted her eyes tightly before slowly opening. She tried to recall where she was and exactly what had happened as her blurry vision began to clear and she was able to make out where she was. She soon saw a moderately lit room, with a stone floor and walls. Torches on the walls provided the only light source, however there was enough of them so that she could see all around her. Her hand touched her forehead where she felt a large bump that had a damp cloth on top of it. As she looked around the room she suddenly gasped and rolled back as she saw three terrifying orcs towering over her as she was laying on the ground.

“Get back!” She demanded as she reached for a weapon underneath her robes but found them all missing. In fact she wasn’t even in her robes anymore, she instead was wearing an oversized shirt that was had tears and patches in it, as well as some ragged shorts around her legs. Feeling the panic, she raised her hands in defense as she awaited for them to attack.

“You calm down. There no danger here now.” The orc said in a grumbling voice, although trying to be calming.

“Then… then why am I here?!” she cried out, trying not to show any fear.

“You here because you fight good. Even though you stole our treasure and killed RanBlood. He was jerk anyway. We forgive and we like creatures that fight good, so you join us for celebration.” The Orc in the middle stated. Mareth looked puzzeled, she was expecting to be killed in a brutal way from what she had done, yet instead she was being offered dinner for her skill?

“Well what if I refuse?” Mareth asked, causing the orcs to form an annoyed expression.

“You WILL join us in dinner! No can refuse!” The Orc screamed, causing Mareth to form a splitting cold sweat. She was then pushed towards the stone doorway from the room she was in. She stumbled forward on her bare feet as she tried to hold her pants and shirt up as they were obviously way too big for a woman of her size. Luckily though she could still feel that she was wearing her underwear and bra so she knew that the orcs hadn't tried any funny business. As she walked down the hallway she then turned to an exit as commanded by one of the orcs and she was greated with a gigantic dining room with a large table. Sitting on top of the table were various forms of food and meat. There were hogs, chickens, veal, lamb, and just about any kind of meat that the orcs could catch and cook it seemed.

Sitting already at the table were a few orcs who were already eating and looked up to see their fellow orcs and the new human woman that was with them. The orc behind Mareth say her down in a wooden chair at the end of the table and took a seat himself before raising a big mug full of an alcholic mead.

“We joined by new guest! Someone strong and skilled. She will join us for our intro celebration.” he boomed before gulping the drink and tearing into the food. From that small speech Mareth soon realized what was going on. This was some kind of hazing tradition. They were obviously impressed by her fighting style, and now they wanted to adopt her. Cute, but stupid. She'd be running out of here as fast as she could soon enough. She debated about doing it at that very moment, but the smell of the food from the table made her stomach growl. She rubbed her skinny stomach and realized she couldn't remember her last meal, so she decided to humor the orcs for now.

So Mareth began to eat very fast at first due to her hunger, and if she could get all these orcs off her back from just eating with them then that would just solve two of her problems at once. She would just have to find the right opportunity to escape. All she had to do now though was stall she figured. And so she ate, taking each giant lamb leg and biting into it. While she did she got some huzzahs from some of the orcs who were eating at the table with her, glad to see her taking part in their tradition. She followed suit and swallowed a big gulp of the alchohlic beverage in front of her, in a glass that was almost as big as her head no matter.

After taking a moderately sized swig from it, she went back into the meat and filled her cheeks full of the rich greasy meat. She then would scoop up some grain that was in a gigantic bowl not too far from her and filled her mouth with that too. She had to say, for a bunch of brutish orcs, they could cook quite well.

All the orcs were eating in a brutish way, and in a much faster pace than Mareth. That was partly due to their larger size however, yet she still attempted to keep pace to appear as if she was one of them. She just had to blend in as much as possible.

Mareth ate her giant leg of meat until finally she had cleared it and had drank half of her mug of drink. She felt quite full now which was reasonable, given the size of the portion she was given. She felt her stomach bulging with meat, grain, and mead and she patted it through her ragged shirt. She let out a belch and a sigh, trying to ease her fullness. As she was tending to her full stomach an Orc in dirty white clothing appeared holding a giant platter of roasted pigs and chickens. He dropped it on the center of the table much to the happiness of the other orcs eating and she watched as each of them tried to grab something off the pyramid of cooked meat.

As she watched an orc ripped one of the roasted pigs in half and tossed it on the plate in front of Mareth.

“Here, you are. Eat.” The orc said.

“No I’m quite…” Marteh started to say before she saw some of the orcs giving her glares. She knew if she was to offend them then it may not end well for her. “…thankful for the food.” Marteth continued to say, causing the orcs to smile before their attention was back to their meal. She knew these orcs were stupid, but didn’t think they wouldn’t realize that she obviously couldn’t keep up the pace of eating of them.

Regardless she ripped pieces off of the roasted pig and began to stuff it in her mouth and swallow them. She would then pour the mead down her throat in order to soften up all the food she was eating as well make her more intoxicated so she could eat more without realizing how full she was. And it seemed to work, even though she grew more drunk, she also was eating more and more food than she had before in previous situations. However, the incoming food that the orcs were cooking seemed to keep pace with the increasingly drunken Mareth.

Anytime her mug would be close to empty, the Orc dressed in white would pass by and fill it back up with the frothy alcoholic drink. The moment she was close to finishing her current platter another would toss another heaping helping of meat on her plate for her to eat. She ate and ate and the more she did the larger her midsection started to swell. It was already jam packed, but the intoxicated Mareth attempted to shovel even more into it. She could feel how tight it was, how stuffed and full she was growing, yet she had to keep eating to stay alive. Her stomach ballooned as if it was a beach ball, growing more taunt and round as each moment passed. Mareth let out more groans and spread her legs wider to allow her belly to rest in between them as she tore off another generous bite of the baked chicken in front of her.

Her stomach started to balloon to the point that it was now noticiable that something was protruding behind her large oversized shirt, she was just lucky that the pants were quite flexible so that it didn’t cause any discomfort for her. Instead her belly continued to grow beneath it as her cheeks were stuffed with food chewed and chewed. She began to lose track of time while she was eating. She didn’t know how long she was, but all she did know was how gigantic her stomach felt. It was growing so giant and taut that she was having trouble breathing almost. Her stomach was so inflated with meat and mead that it was putting pressure on her lungs. She rubbed her belly with one hand while the other attempted to push more meat in her mouth that was already full of her previous bite.

She was growing so incredibly stuffed that each bite caused her to wince, and the beer she was drinking began to make the room spin. She chewed and drank frantically. Eating and swallowing more and more of the meal. She was leaning back at this point, her belly too full to even bend forward. She took another bite and as soon as she swallowed the room began to grow blurry.

“God... I'm so... hic... full...” Mareth groaned as she held her stomach which felt rock hard from it being stufed so much. The beer and food then began to deal their damage to her alertness as she soon found herself drifting off. More and more she began to slow until she eventually passed out right in her seat.

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“Hey wake up.” Came the voice of an orc that awoke the sleeping Mareth. She rubbed her eyes with her greasy fingers and after blinking saw that there were a few orcs at the table. There seemed to be fresh food on it as well still, 5 pigs and 3 large chickens.

“What happ… ooooooh” Mareth groaned as she tried to sit up but was met with the painful soreness of her expanded gut that was in front of her. She rubbed it with both hands as she moaned, she had eaten so much before she fell asleep. And her head was not fairing any better from all the alcohol she had consumed. She pushed her hands into her belly and felt how it sloshed and wobbled, telling her that most of it had been digested in the few hours she must have slept. She rubbed it some more as it began to rumble and before she knew what happened she let out a gigantic wet disgusting “BWUUUUUUUUUURP”.

“You fell asleep. It’s still celebration.” The orc said that woke her up as more food was brought and placed on the table. This time it was yams and bread along with the meat instead of grain.

“What we just ate though?” Mareth groaned rubbing her belly. “Why do I have to keep eating.”

“You our guest so you have to eat for ten.” the orc closest to her said as he filled his brutish mouth with more food.

“Ten?! Ten what? Ten meals? Ten days? Ten what exactly?” Mareth exclaimed, her light blue locks falling over her blue eyes in panic.

“Ten. Now eat.” was all the orc said in response.

Seriously, what the hell does ten mean. God why are these brutes so incredibly stupid! Mareth thought to herself as she let out another groan so she could scoot up to the table again. She was now too full to run, but maybe she could just outlast this stupid ceremony until she could away.

And so Mareth ate. And ate. And ate. Her next days were filled with nothing but eating, drinking, and sleeping. She lost count of how many roasted pigs, goats, and chickens she was eating. But she was sure it was more than she have even seen in her entire life. She would eat until her stomach literally was filled until it was throbbing with pain, and then would drink the pain away with alchohol. This would continue until she couldn't stay away anymore and would just pass out on the spot. Then she would awake again and continue the cycle all over again.

All the food and beer and no exercise soon began to plump up the former skinny woman. Her stomach soon formed a pot belly and her body grew plumper and plumper. She could feel herself putting more weight on her chair each time she awoke to more food and felt her arms growing heavier with fat. The real realization of how much she was gaining was told when during one of her eating sessions she heard a creaking sound as her body crashed through the wooden chair she was in. Belching like mad as she hit the ground, she was soon given a new stone chair, to insure that she wouldn't demolish the next one.

“God these stupid bastards! Can't they realize I'm not built like them? I can't keep eating this much, I don't even have their metabolisms. God I can't wait to get out of here.” she thought to herself. She just wanted to get back to her village with those jewels that these orcs were hoarding. But another plate clanking on top of her previous one that was newly filled with meat broke her concentration. So she continued her assignment of engorging herself. She ate for what seemed like days, she wondered if any of the orcs could even count to ten even. Yet she still had to eat. She had to keep eating.

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Mareth was leaned back in the stone chair and breathing like mad. She had no idea how many days she had been eating, but she was literally so fucking full that she couldn’t even get a full breath anymore. Instead her breathing was stunted as if she had ran a marathon. Yet her cheeks were stuffed full with meat and mead to the point where she couldn't even talk. Her mouth was so full that it was even dribbling a bit onto her breasts which were oozing out of the overstretched neckline that used to be the oversized shirt. Her eyelids were drooping as she was in a permanent state of food coma from the nonstop eating over the past many days. And if someone could see how she appeared now, they surely would not have recognized her.

Gone was the beautiful defined face of a warrior. Gone was the slim and fit body of a fighter. Gone was the toned stomach of a person who always was active.

Now her face was fat and plump, her double chin defined as a third one was even progressing under the second as some drink dribbled down it. Her light blue hair was now extremely dishevled and messy from her frequent ill timed naps. Her breasts that used to be fairly large and blown up in size to the point where they were as big as beach balls and formed a gigantic deep ridge of clevage, a ridge that looked to be at least 3 feet deep between her tits before reaching her belly. Her legs were thick and heavy looking, with thighs approaching small tree trunks in width. Her ass was even hanging off both sides of her stone chair, and even her toes all touched now from being swelled up with fat. But nothing topped the billowing cloud of flesh that was her belly.

She was absolutely enormous. She was fatter than most of the orcs at this point due to her slower metabolism and appeared as an extremely dishelved obese sumo wrestler for the highest weight class. Her ragged shirt that was previously big enough for three ordinary people to fit inside, was now tightly constricted against her enormous overblown gut. It was so round and distended that it pushed past her knees and some of it was even resting on top of the table, wobbling and breathing as if it was alive all by itself. And on top of the mound of her belly that was sitting atop the table was a deep dark hole that was her belly button. A hole that even had little slivers of chicken and grain inside of it that had fallen out of her mouth during her days of eating and slid down the steep slope of her gut before getting stuck there.

She was wider than the chair she was sitting in, her sides bulged outward almost as much as the front of her stomach as every inch of her was packed to the brim of food. She attempted to rub her overinflated body with her hands, which was difficult since they too were full of greasy food. She used the back of her hands and knuckles to rub the slick soft surface of her stomach. It glistened in the torch lit room, mostly due to the fact that she was constantly rubbing it with her greasy fingers. She could feel the deep creaveses of stretchmarks that were covering her inflated beanbag chair gut like a battlefield. Scarring it up so bad that she now had more stretchmark scars than scars she had obtained in her previous fights and battles.

She had both hand full of meat still and attempted to rub the gigantic expanse of stomach that layed before her with the back of her hands. Trying to sooth the overfed beast in some way from the abuse it had suffered for the last days. Stretchmarks were covering her inflated beanbag chair gut like a battleifield. Scaring it up so that she now had more stretchmark scars than the ones she had gotten in her previous battles. Mareth was litterally becoming more and more nothing but belly it seemed. She was just so incredibly wide that it seemed impossible. Her shirt was only covering a fourth of her body and was becoming more and more like a tiny bra a woman would wear a strip club than a shirt. Her pants had already blown out in the back, so that her gigantic ass cheeks were bulging off the sides of the chair she was sitting in.

Finally Mareth gave up. She couldn't stand to eat anymore. She was too full and felt too ill to continue. She dropped the meat she was holding onto the floor and belched and passed gas as she did. The instant it happened all the orcs stopped and glared at her.

“You eat!” one orc demanded.

“No...hiburrrrrrp... too... full.” Mareth tried to mutter as she was breathing as slowly as possibly since each breath seemed to cause her discomfort.

“You eat now!” he commanded again. And once again Mareth refused.

“You get the food cone!” he said, pointing to another orc who went off into the back.

Mareth groaned as all the orcs rose with annoyance and the one orc returned a gigantic wooden cone that was as large as their arm, except the tip was cut off to reveal a hole with a diameter of a soda can. The one orc with the device walked behind Mareth and forced the end into her mouth, causing her to swallow the packed amount of meat in her mouth and forced it into her stomach. She let out a loud moan of pain as it did and clutched her belly in agony.

“You rude! You kill us and steal from us, and now won't join us in celebrate? You will finish celebration!” The orc with funnel bellowed as each orc began to pick up a food dish from the table and slowly made their way to Mareth.

One by one each orc tossed a helping of either baked pork, chicken, lamb, deer, grain, and whatever else they could get their hands on into the makeshift funnel. Each item slid down the slope until it reached Mareth's mouth where the sheer force and weight of it all then made its way down her throat and into her stomach. This kicked her growth into overdrive as her stomach instantly started to shake and grow with much speed. While before it simply grew over the course of her meals, it was now forcibly being stretched with a nonstop amount of cooked meat.

Marteh's eyes were wide and she breathed rapidy through her nose as her limbs flailed by her sides from the result of being stuffed mercilessly. She slapped her plumped up bare feet against the ground and clutched her stomach with both hands to somehow hold herself together as she felt herself growing impossibly too big. Her stomach creaked and groaned as it grew a light pink, and then a dark red as one of the orcs began to pour a gallon of alchol down her throat.

She felt her shirt grow tighter and tighter, from her belly taking all the room inside of it so that her gigantic rack had none for itself. Her tits bulged against her chin as they were forced through her neckline before finally getting so constricting that her shirt blew off with her bra support underneath it blowing off too, revealing her gigantic tits which slipped down the sides of the bulge of her stomach. Her extremely large dark nipples contrasted the white paleness of her breach ball sized breasts that she had achieved from so long without sunlight. They jiggled constantly as they sat atop her sloshing waterbed of a gut as more food and liquid was forced inside of her.

The sound of gulping echoed through the room as she was forced to swallow the unrelenting meal. The only other sound was the noise that her stomach was emiting as it creaked and groaned disgustingly as it tried to stretch and digest the hopeless number of items that was entering it. The creaking grew louder and more intense as a sudden POP was heard as Mareth's previous deep bellybutton had popped into a red quivering outie. It was followed by more stretchmarks and throbbing veins that appeared on the surface of her skin.

“More! She needs more! Eat more food!” The orcs said as they crammed as much meat and mead as they possibly could inside of Mareth. Her cheeks were so swollen and stretched that they even had slight purple scars as her skin was stretching to accomadate the food that was flowing through them. Her face was still terrified as it seemed as each passing second her eyes grew wider and bigger, the whites of her eyes slowly drowning the beautiful blue of her irises. Her face was dark red and then began to turn slight purple as the pressure inside of her reached it's maximum.

“CAWN'T...FWUCKIN...EWAT...ANWY...MWORE” Mareth thought paniced, as her abdomin was sending shockwaves of pain throughout her body. Her plump toes wiggled nonstop as a loud scraping noise could be heard from the thousand pound dining table beginning to move from the growth of her belly pushing it. Her arms raised and waved like mad as her eyelids twitched from the sheer pressure of the food within her.

Upon shoveling one last pork roast into the funnel, the orc behind Marteh removed the device and they all looked upon the disgusting blob of quivering flesh that Mareth had become.

“There you finally finished enough of our celebration for us to forgive you.” The orc with the funnel said as Mareth moaned incoherently as her big bulging eyes began to drift sideways and look in different directions. She could feel her body starting to shiver from the strain of the food.

“And now that you have finished our celebration, you will become one of us.” he continued as Marteh's deep red cheeks began to puff outward and her lips began to pucker. Her entire body was churning and visibly in distress.

“But let this be a lesson.”

Mareth winced as she looked like she was having a seizure from how gigantic her belly had swollen. She couldn't even move a single inch of her deepening red pulsating body.

“You shoud never...” but before the orc could finish a gigantic...

KABLOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWMMMMMMMMM!

...errupted in the dining hall as Mareth's poor overfed body exploded like a rotten meat pipe bomb. Her body errupted with a flood of wet red sludge with all the digested and undigested food that Mareth had been forced to eat splattering against the walls and ceiling like a handful of spaggeti sauce. The explosion knocked all the orcs over and parts of Mareth's wet insides managed to put out some of the torches in the dining hall, making it darker. The force of her explosion had sent her guts everwhere and ripped her body to inconviable shreds, leaving nothing but steaming piles of half eaten clumbs of meat.

As the orcs tried to gather enough sense to put together what had happened, Mareth had vanished and the only sounds were her former self dripping off the ceiling. And all that could be seen in the dimly lit room was a few lobes of quivering fat on the stone chair which she had sat on and one of Mareth's oversized tits laying on the table.