Chapter 1/1

The human girl watched the camp for weeks, and now her opportunity had arrived. The orcs had returned from a successful battle and were celebrating. Like all orcish things, it was loud, raucous, crude, and extensive. Bonfires roared and drink flowed for days, but tonight the usual stretch into the wee hours was thin.

She made her way into the chieftain's fortress. She had heard stories of his fearsome conquests in the past, but those too were thinning out. It was rumored that the chieftain was doing anything but "thinning", resting on his laurels and growing fat and spoiled. And, from how fat they said he had grown, he was fortuitous to have an abundance of said laurels.

She covered a lot of ground quickly, as most of the camp was too drunk to notice or already asleep. Also, orcs did not believe in guards, as they felt orcs should be able to defend themselves. Therefore, slipping into the bedroom was the easy part; the hard part would be achieving her goal.

She had been tasked with assassinating the chieftain. But she was so preoccupied by the thoughts of his wealth, his power, his size... she wasn't sure if she would be able to do it. It was a challenge: humans were half the size of orcs, and no orc was bigger or stronger than the chieftain. Humans had to rely on their swiftness and cunning to beat an orc in combat.

Orcs were also arrogant and stubborn, which meant their biggest weak spot was their pride. They would assume no one would dare to attack them after their recent victory. The chieftain had most likely overindulged himself into a stupor by now. The timing was perfect.

She walked past two fire pits and saw the chieftain's throne, viciously decorated with skulls and animal skins. However, it was not the throne itself but the orc sleeping in it which shocked her. He was a tower of fat rippling over bulky muscle. His jaw and big tusks sank into his multiple chins. His thighs were so big his legs had to be propped up. And most of all, his belly filled the reclining throne and hung beyond his lap, distended from the days of feasting.

She could not look away. She was searching his massive body for a place her pathetic dagger could do any damage. The more she looked at his chins, neck rolls, and slack pecs for a vulnerable spot, the more she wanted to grab and fondle them. Chances are the orc was so sloshed and engorged he wouldn't notice a squeeze or two, so she allowed herself to satisfy her curiosity before doing the deed.

Her slender hands glided over his heavy belly stretched taut and full from the victory spoils. He was so big, she could barely believe it. She tucked her hands under his heft and tried to lift it, feeling the weight of him and enjoying a digestive gurgle from within. She thought he might wake up, but he didn't stir at all. If she was going to kill him, then she might as well enjoy herself while he was still warm.

She worked to unbuckle his massive belt, intended to protect his once cut abs but now used only to suspend his fat belly. There were tears in the fabric of his trousers from where his thighs had been expanding, assumingly from how long he had been lazing on his throne.

The chieftain slipped out of unconsciousness, grog and meat juices still dripping from his tusks. He thought he felt a gnat or some other insect pestering his nethers but opened an eye to find a human girl. Normally a swipe of one of his huge hands could knock her head off her shoulders, but he was too content from the days of basking in revelry. He would punish her in time for such insolence, daring to intrude upon the chieftain's private quarters, but for now he couldn't be bothered to lift his smallest, pudgiest finger.

When the human girl fished the orc's cock out from under his layers of fat and armor, the orc suddenly rose to protest. She was so transfixed on the experience that she hadn't realized he had woken up. She had to think quickly.

Half-drunk flagons of grog sat beside the chieftain on a bedside table, easily within arms' reach. She crawled up his wide chest and grabbed the flagon, then stuck the spout between his lips and poured into his mouth. He choked at first, sputtering grog down his chins and onto the human's breasts, but soon the grog filled his cheeks and he was forced to swallow.

He tried to sit up to attack the girl, but between his weight and drowsiness it required extra effort. In the time it took him to adjust, she had snatched the next pitcher and poured again, and he drunk heavily. By the third flagon he accepted it willingly, one of his doughy hands wrapped fully around her midsection. Perhaps this was easier than she thought; he was eating out of the palm of her hand. Wait, not yet he wasn't.

A loaf of bread and wheel of cheese, enormous by human standards, also sat at his bedside, and she tore off chunks of both to feed him. He chewed obediently, grunting under his breath.

So, it really was that easy! She pulled off her trousers and tunic and tossed them to the floor. She went to mount him again and started grinding on his belly. She was very wet, but the spot she created was tiny in proportion to the expanse of his stomach. The orc grumbled, also growing aroused, and beads of sweat soon percolated and cascaded down his rough flesh. He shifted and draped his arms to the side, bearing his bestial musk to his intruder.

The smell was animal and intoxicating. She was eager to ride him now and wanted him to eat faster. In her excitement she pressed both hands to the bread and cheese to shove them whole into the orc's mouth. His eyes flew open and locked with hers. She bit her lip and forced the food further in, mesmerized by how quickly it disappeared into his gullet.

He gathered his bearings and choked down the food, moaning and grunting from being so full. His fat legs kicked a little, but he was pinned down by the weight of his own avarice. He bucked his hips into the air, cock hard and rubbing on his pelvic fat. His dense belly bounced and gurgled, and his thick toes curled from the fullness in two parts of his body. He yearned for a third.

He willed his hands to move and slipped the naughty girl onto his leaking cock. She slid down his belly and landed abruptly on his girth, the two of them both gagging from suddenly being so full. Drool drained from his bulging cheeks as he chewed the excess of food, and his hands fell back to his sides from the exhaustive gesture.

His overwhelming odor permeated the chambers. He was sweating copiously despite the limited movement, and the heady musk that emanated from his groin was palpable. Meanwhile, the girl's tight cunt strained to stretch to his size, despite the chieftain's neglected cock being shriveled compared to the average orc. She was panting as she rode him, and her lolling tongue could taste his scent in the air.

Desperate for more, she flopped her body onto his belly and lapped up his sweat. His chest sagged just enough that she was able to suck and nibble at his tough nipples which drooped from the heavy iron rings pierced through them. Stray hairs entered her mouth from working her tongue on any part she could reach of his seemingly endless body.

It was a race between sleep and orgasm to see which would knock him unconscious first. Nevertheless, he mustered his energy to thrust into his nuisance-turned-captor. He was close to being able to swallow his cud but this new endeavor proved especially taxing. He snorted to catch his breath, and soon his wheezing devolved into subtle oinks with each thrust.

It drove her wild. She moaned loudly and grabbed at his flesh to steady herself and bounce faster. She pressed herself hard on his fat pad, grinding her clit on him and taking big mouthfuls of whatever skin she could to kiss, lick, worship. She was utterly enveloped by him.

Finally able to open his mouth, the chieftain's oinks turned to moans. His thrusts hammered into the human hard and fast as his orcish nature soon took over. His hands limply moved to grip the girl's legs in place. She cried out, buried in his flesh and nearly suffocating, then opened her mouth wide to bite down. Pleasure surged through her then gushed down her legs, which then soaked the orc's balls and his inner thighs.

The chieftain's bloodlust revived him with a new, sudden fury, and he brutishly ripped the girl from his cock. He held her by a leg and dangled her above him, examining his prey. Her face was flush with the heat of her orgasm and the thrill of her risky venture, but her eyes were cold with fear. That pleased him. Satisfied that she remembered her place, he threw her legs onto his shoulders.

The girl tried to sit up, but the slope of his body was too steep and she was out of breath from her climax. He was too large for her to crane her neck and see what was happening, but she knew his face was between her legs. She could feel the wet food particles and slick saliva stuck to her thighs.

His tusks were sharp and sticky with food and spit. They served as a kind of spreader bar to force her legs apart and at the mercy of his hot breath, large teeth, broad lips, and fat tongue. Her legs quivered in her defenseless position, trying to wriggle herself free. A humongous hand swept across her body and squeezed her breasts between his spread fingers. His palm kept her secured on his chest, and soon his lips were on "hers".

He sucked on her at first like a fruit, and if he hadn't been holding her she would have fallen to the floor. She arched her back and cried out at the sensation of her fluids being slurped up by this monster. A thick string of saliva still connected them until he pulled away and licked his lips. Then, he began to devour her. He kissed between her legs before corkscrewing his tongue inside her. It felt like a creature moving independently of its master, a slippery tentacle accustomed to probing the deep.

She swore it went all the way to her brain. Her small hands gripped at different folds of flesh as he tooled inside her. Part of her wondered if he really would eat her from the inside out from how voraciously he worked. Every drop of moisture in her body felt like it was being replaced with his saliva until a new sensation began. In truly hoggish fashion, he was snuffling through her patch of pubic hair while flexing his tongue inside her. She could feel the heat from his nostrils and wet lips tickling her clit, and then the snorting started again.

She was so full of him that there was nowhere left for her to cum but onto his wide jaw, tusks, and chins. Her throat felt dry from all her moaning and the overwhelming pleasure, but it did not last long. With a flick of his wrist he flipped her onto her belly and slid her face first onto his cock.

She was kept in place by a thick finger hooked inside her pussy. His single knuckle was all that kept gravity from shoving the cock down her throat. The orc chuckled at his new puppet and watched her struggle for leverage. She bobbed up and down on him, but he was growing tired: both of the game and from the last few eventful nights.

So, shoved she was, and he smirked when she gagged on him. His smell was so thick she could hold it in her fingers, musk infused with the new aroma of his arousal and layers of her own sweat and fluids. She couldn't tell if her eyes were watering from gagging on his cock or from the scent of his sack, its own source of heat and odor. She was not left to wonder long, as the orc's thrusts began to pick up speed.

She was starting to slip when another finger stampeded inside her, stretching her again to the thickness of the part of him in her mouth. Her body went limp as she was ruthlessly used, and she concentrated only on being able to breathe. The orc's breathing too was strained, growing higher in pitch and vigor until it reached a suid squeal. He grunted and squealed until a final few loud snorts signaled his orgasm. She swallowed automatically, but the surge and volume of him dumped most of it onto his balls and thighs.

Her third climax was meager but still coated his knuckles. They did not leave her yet, and instead plunged deeper, dipping her further toward the orc's groin. His legs were like monoliths, enormous and unmoving, for he was waited on hand and foot daily. At one point they were the strong, hard legs of a warrior; that core remained but was now ribboned with mounds of pillowy fat. With great effort he activated those long-atrophied but still prominent muscles and spread his legs, turning the dimples that were his knees further outward. His request was clear, and the stench was unbearable.

Every part of her face dripped as she worked, lapping up his seed from his balls and thighs. The position sent much of the blood rushing to her head, and from her triple orgasm and the intense odor she already felt delirious. This inhibition was the only way she was able to weather her next task of licking clean the orc's taint. The smell at this point was so strong it turned sweet, so when her tongue passed over the coarse matted hairs there was no discernible taste at all. She started laughing, if only to try breathing through her mouth, and lapped at his stale sweat, grime, and the dribbling cum.

Something inside her flexed. She wasn't finished! But her tether gave way and sent her body barreling into the orc's lap. She grabbed his thighs to save herself from hitting the floor, then looked back at the orc. Completely spent, he had drifted to sleep and his hands fell to his sides. She took deep breaths of the freshest air she could manage in the orc's presence, then carefully slid off his mountainous body.

She was lucky he was a glutton constantly surrounded by food and drink. She pilfered the pitcher of water from the bedside table opposite of the grog and used the contents to clean herself and quench her thirst. She leisurely began getting dressed, confident that the orc was out for the night.

Wiping her face on her tunic before putting it on, she remembered her mission. She whirled around, searching for the glint of her dagger in the darkness. It should still be holstered to her belt on her trousers. The moment she spotted them, she was yanked by her tunic back toward the throne and found herself staring again into the fiery but tired eyes of the chieftain.

He lifted her high over his head, dangling above him once again by a single leg, and she feared his insatiable appetite had resurfaced. He brought her pussy to his face, then drove the sharp edge of his tusk in a line from her pubic hair up to her belly button. The wound was not deep but still drew red with blood. She looked from her stomach to the orc's. He gestured with his chins to where she had bitten him and glared at her. Then, from that great height he dropped her and she crumpled painfully to the floor.

She hastily grabbed the rest of her clothes, but the dagger was missing. By the time she finished lacing her trousers, the chieftain's snores were already echoing throughout the stone fortress. She winced at the blood lightly blotting her tunic, but risked no more second chances and escaped.