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Gublox didn't imagine heaven, or hell for that matter, having sand everywhere. In fact, he’d always imagine that heaven would be paved with golden streets. Or at the very least have ground made of puffy clouds. He also didn't expect there to be any pain, either. And even if he was in hell, he imagined that he’d feel worse than this. Which was saying a lot because, quite frankly, he felt like shit. He slowly looked around and saw a deep violet blue above him. It must be morning, he thought. His thoughts then took him back to the previous night. Immediately, his heart pounded against his chest and his blood pumped fast. He found the energy needed to get up, only to find his body incredibly heavy yet again. He found himself resting on the sands yet again before making another attempt. This time, he forced his legs to move and give himself leverage. His body wobbled violently as he attempted to prop himself upright. After a minute of struggle, he found himself standing, but his joints and muscles were barking! Ye gods, his body hurt so damn much!

As soon as he opened his eyes again, he saw a green forest just in front of him. It was only then that he noticed the sound of waves behind him. He turned around to see the vast ocean and the rising sun beaming straight into his face. He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the light. As his vision cleared, he took a good look around. No sign of village, or any life for that matter. Not even a hint of wildlife. He was alone. Anxiety quickly found its way into his heart. He held his head like he was having a headache and stumbled backward. What the hell happened last night? He quickly looked around, truly wondering if he was alone. There had to be life on this… this… Wait a second… where the hell was he?! Gublox's breathing got more and more ragged and he was almost on the verge of crying. Instinctively, he began running across the beach, his body yelling at him to stop as it was still sore from the events of the previous night.

“Is anyone here?!” Gublox cried, but there was no answer. He paused to look around, but continued running once he found that there was no one around. “Can anyone hear me?! I need help!” Gublox continued to call out for aid, but there continued to be no answer. His running quickly slowed to a pitiful crawl as his tried to catch his breath. He found himself looking down at his stomach, grabbing at the soft flesh as if to try and trigger something. He remembered that his tattoos were glowing last night. Maybe he could do it again. Maybe he might be able to transport himself back home. But nothing happened. Not even a glimmer. He was about to break down crying when he heard a faint moan in the distance. He looked up to find the source of the sound, his spirits lifted.

That's where he found him. In the distance, sprawled out on the beach was a green skinned orc with black hair and blood red tattoos. He wore light brown pants with black boots, his upper body completely exposed. The most noticeable feature on his person was his ludicrously round belly. While not disproportionate to his body thanks to his bulky muscles, it was so spherical that one would be forgiven for mistaking him to be with children. Lots of children. So many that his belly button had noticeably popped. Gublox would have found it comical if not for the fact that it looked like he wasn't breathing. Gublox quickly rushed to the green orc’s aid, ignoring his gasping wheezes. He kneeled down to his side and took stock at his fellow castaway. His eyes were open, but vacant and bloodshot, almost to the point where he fearfully mistook it for them bleeding. It was clear he needed medical attention, but where the hell could they find it. He looked around, but once again there were no signs of life aside from himself and the orc below. Gublox bent down and put an ear to the orc’s chest. He could hear a faint “thump” against the chest, signaling a heartbeat. He sighed in relief. The orc was alive, at least.

Mustering all the strength he could gather, Gublox took the orc by the arm and laced it across his shoulder. He attempted to move forward, only to stumble after one step. Holy hell, this orc was heavy! Was he just as much of a porker as he was? This was going to be difficult. Gublox quickly drove the thought out of his head and entered into the forest in front of them. With every step, Gublox felt his body cry out in pain. Fallen tree branches scratched his body, sharp rocks stabbed his feet, and the weight of his comrade pushed down on his back. Gublox's vision then started to blur as tears filled his eyes. How did all this happen? Why did all this happen? Who could he talk to about all of this? He wanted answers, needed answers, and he wanted them soon to at least settle his heart. He wouldn't be able to breathe until he got them. He then felt the green orc’s body slip, but quickly grabbed him and readjusted himself.

“It'll be okay, big guy,” Gublox ensured, his voice breaking a bit. “You're gonna be okay… Trust me… You're gonna be okay…” Gublox repeated that phrase periodically, almost like a mantra that allowed him to keep going despite the tears. He didn't realize it, but he was crying now. He felt betrayed, hurt, and alone. He wasn't even sure if the castaway he was helping would make it before he found some kind of medical attention. This could all be a fool's errand for all he knew. But he had to try. If not for the green orc's sake, then for his. But even if he found the aid he was looking for, it wouldn't change what he felt. He was cast out from his clan as a sacrifice, and no one told him why. He felt like a child just thrown into the wilderness, expected to survive or die. Truthfully, he just wanted to lay down and scream until he couldn't scream anymore. Gublox looked around and still found nothing. Not even a hint of a trail. Disappointment and bitterness now filled his heart. It took everything he had not to fall down in exhaustion and just give up. With tears streaming down his face, he kept going, talking to his “friend” all the while.

“It's gonna be okay… it's… it's gonna be okay…”

No. No it wasn't…

Dar'gul awoke to the sound of snoring. Incredibly loud snoring. So loud that it was practically irritating him. He looked around and saw that he was in a wooden cabin of some sort. He was laying on a bed that only just barely fit him, with two other beds to his left. To his right, he saw the source of the snoring: a brown skinned orc with black tattoos wearing nothing but undergarments and a loincloth. And ye gods, he was big. Scratch that, he was massive! So much so that he put Dar'gul’s own round belly to shame! Dar'gul grimmaced in disgust. How can someone let themselves go like that? He groaned as he attempted to get up, only to be shot back down once a surge of pain shot through him. He clutched his gut as he felt his orclings stir back to life. That's right! Perma-pregnancy… damn it. Dar'gul mentally cursed himself for forgetting, though with everything that happened to him, one couldn't blame him for forgetting.

‘Hey, you alive?’ a voice asked within Dar'gul's head. One of his orclings, no doubt. Dar'gul sighed as he tried to make himself comfortable on his bed.

“Just barely,” Dar'gul answered low enough to where he wouldn't wake up the slumbering beast next to him. He still couldn't get over just how big he was. He tried to focus his mind on something else, namely his orclings. “What of you all? Are you all present and accounted for?” Not even a few seconds later, Dar'gul felt seven strong kicks in his “womb”, causing the green orc to wince in pain. Dar'gul sucked air through his teeth as he fought back the urge to scream. He figured that they only did that just for shits and giggles, but also as a not-too-subtle way of saying “I told you so” in regards to their warning the other night.

‘We're just grateful you're alright,’ another orcling sighed in relief.

“Because if I die, you'll die too?” Dar'gul tossed out casually.

‘Not at all,’ an orcling corrected. ‘Because… to tell you the truth, we've all grown fond of you.’

‘Indeed, I don't think you ever needed our power to be a mighty warrior. I've never seen an orc with more endurance and spark than you’

“For all the good that did me.” Dar'gul still couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal out of his head. Forced out of his tribe due to petty infighting. God, the thought made him sick to his stomach. Not helping was the still snoring lumox right next to him. If he had the energy, he would wake him up just to punch his lights out.

‘At least you're alive,’ an orcling reassured. ‘That should be enough.’ Dar'gul would have responded to that with a wry retort, but someone came in through the door before he got the chance. He tried to get up, only to remember his condition made getting up a chore. He groaned in pain as his nerves lit on fire once again. He really did not miss this feeling.

“Oh sir, don't get up!” the stranger cried, rushing to his side to ease his pain. “You've been stranded for two days. You're body needs rest.”

“I'll be fine,” Dar'gul reassured, only to find himself falling to the ground on his knees the moment he tried to walk on his own. The loud boom awoke the obese orc at his bedside, who looked around as if there was an intruder.

“What the…” the brown orc cried groggily. “What happened?!”

“Don't worry,” the stranger replied, helping Dar'gul to his bed. “Your friend just fell out of bed, that's all.”

“Friend?” Dar'gul asked incredulously, only to have the brown orc's chubby face rush in front of his.

“Wait, he's awake?!” the orc questioned, getting a good look at him. Dar'gul pulled back as much as he could, quickly finding him to be an annoyance more than anything else. “Thank the gods!” The brown orc grabbed Dar'gul's hand and squeezed hard. Dar'gul would have objected, but the orc's tears and trembling hands stayed his words. He looked back at the stranger, a blue skinned elf in deep blue robes and white hair.

“Did something happen?” Dar'gul asked, which earned a small laugh from the elf.

“It was truly an amazing sight,” the elf began. “I was tending to my garden when I saw your friend over here carrying you on his back. It looked as if the two of you washed up on the nearby shore and he looked like he was about of pass out from heart failure. Exhaustion wouldn't even begin to describe the sorry state he was in.”

“I see…” Dar'gul said, taking it all in. So he had been saved by an orc that was shipwrecked or something? Well, that wouldn't be too out of the ordinary given everything that's happened. He was about to ask the orc his name and thank him, only for a loud groan to interrupt his thoughts, followed by a sharp pain in his stomach. Not from his orclings, but from hunger.

“Oh, of course,” the elf remembered, clapping his hands. “That was what I was going to say! Gublox, breakfast will be ready shortly. And I suppose I'll whip you up some too… uh…”

“Dar'gul.”

“Thank you! I'll be back in a bit!” And with that, the elf left the two alone. Gublox sniffed loudly, wiping his tears from his face and facing Dar'gul with an awkward smile.

“Sorry about that,” Gublox began. “But I’ve been searching for a place to fix you up for ages and you looked terrible! You have no idea how relieved I am to see another orc right now!” Dar'gul nodded, understanding the sentiment. After what happened to him, any company would be welcomed right about now.

“Gublox, was it?” Dar'gul asked, wondering how he got ashore to where he was. However, a strong smell interrupted his thoughts before he could ask. Gublox knew that smell anywhere and his mouth watered and stomach growled in anticipation. As quickly as he left, the elf came back with what looked like a mini banquet on two carts. On them were large bowls of bacon, ham, eggs, and mead, along with a few loaves of bread and three large jars of jam. There was also a mountain of pancakes with what appears to be a barrel of maple syrup with a ladle, and finally, several jugs of milk to top it all off.

“This should do the both of you nicely! Let me know if you need anything else!” And with a bow, the elf quickly left to attend to his own breakfast and possibly other matters. Dar'gul mentally commented on how absurdly fast that was. Was this prepared in advance? On top of that, just look at all of this food! There was no way in hell that the two of them alone would be able to finish it all.

As soon as he thought that, the sounds of indiscriminate munching soon entered his ears. He was soon witness to a display of pure gluttony as Gublox happily munched and chewed through the ham and eggs he prepared on his plate, taking at least five pancakes and drenching them in syrup on another plate. As the obese orc gorged himself silly, Dar'gul quickly lost his appetite. Never had he seen someone eat so much and so quickly. It was only after a few minutes that Gublox realized that Dar'gul hadn't eaten anything. Not missing the opportunity to prove that he wasn't a greedy bastard, Gublox, fixed a plate of eggs, bacon, mead and pancakes with a massive slab of jam on top.

“Hungry?” Gublox asked, his mouth filled with food. Dar'gul’s first instinct was to decline in disgust, but a small kick from an orcling reminded him that he needed to eat to rebuild his strength. With a grunt, he accepted the plate in defeat, starting on the eggs. Dar'gul did honest to God love eggs. “Let me know if ya need more! I can tell that your a real porker, what with that gut of yours!” Dar'gul mostly ignored that, focusing on his breakfast. As well as what he was going to do from here on. He couldn't go back to his tribe, but he hated the idea of being a traveling nomad with no home. Maybe he could squeeze himself into Gublox's tribe. If they would allow it. He didn't want to cause a stir. Especially if they found out his secret. That could be disastrous. He pushed those thoughts away for now. Though his thoughts did travel to Gublox. He was an obvious glutton, but he saved his life. And truth be told, he was the only companion he had now. The least he could do was strike an acquaintance with him.

“Hey, uh… Gublox?” Dar'gul asked, earning a muffled “hrm” from the rotund orc as he turned to him with a full mouth. Dar'gul resisted the urge to comment on his gluttony and started with a basic question.

“How… did you find me anyway?”

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Gublox didn't imagine heaven, or hell for that matter, having sand everywhere. In fact, he’d always imagine that heaven would be paved with golden streets. Or at the very least have ground made of puffy clouds. He also didn't expect there to be any pain, either. And even if he was in hell, he imagined that he’d feel worse than this. Which was saying a lot because, quite frankly, he felt like shit. He slowly looked around and saw a deep violet blue above him. It must be morning, he thought. His thoughts then took him back to the previous night. Immediately, his heart pounded against his chest and his blood pumped fast. He found the energy needed to get up, only to find his body incredibly heavy yet again. He found himself resting on the sands yet again before making another attempt. This time, he forced his legs to move and give himself leverage. His body wobbled violently as he attempted to prop himself upright. After a minute of struggle, he found himself standing, but his joints and muscles were barking! Ye gods, his body hurt so damn much!

As soon as he opened his eyes again, he saw a green forest just in front of him. It was only then that he noticed the sound of waves behind him. He turned around to see the vast ocean and the rising sun beaming straight into his face. He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the light. As his vision cleared, he took a good look around. No sign of village, or any life for that matter. Not even a hint of wildlife. He was alone. Anxiety quickly found its way into his heart. He held his head like he was having a headache and stumbled backward. What the hell happened last night? He quickly looked around, truly wondering if he was alone. There had to be life on this… this… Wait a second… where the hell was he?! Gublox's breathing got more and more ragged and he was almost on the verge of crying. Instinctively, he began running across the beach, his body yelling at him to stop as it was still sore from the events of the previous night.

“Is anyone here?!” Gublox cried, but there was no answer. He paused to look around, but continued running once he found that there was no one around. “Can anyone hear me?! I need help!” Gublox continued to call out for aid, but there continued to be no answer. His running quickly slowed to a pitiful crawl as his tried to catch his breath. He found himself looking down at his stomach, grabbing at the soft flesh as if to try and trigger something. He remembered that his tattoos were glowing last night. Maybe he could do it again. Maybe he might be able to transport himself back home. But nothing happened. Not even a glimmer. He was about to break down crying when he heard a faint moan in the distance. He looked up to find the source of the sound, his spirits lifted.

That's where he found him. In the distance, sprawled out on the beach was a green skinned orc with black hair and blood red tattoos. He wore light brown pants with black boots, his upper body completely exposed. The most noticeable feature on his person was his ludicrously round belly. While not disproportionate to his body thanks to his bulky muscles, it was so spherical that one would be forgiven for mistaking him to be with children. Lots of children. So many that his belly button had noticeably popped. Gublox would have found it comical if not for the fact that it looked like he wasn't breathing. Gublox quickly rushed to the green orc’s aid, ignoring his gasping wheezes. He kneeled down to his side and took stock at his fellow castaway. His eyes were open, but vacant and bloodshot, almost to the point where he fearfully mistook it for them bleeding. It was clear he needed medical attention, but where the hell could they find it. He looked around, but once again there were no signs of life aside from himself and the orc below. Gublox bent down and put an ear to the orc’s chest. He could hear a faint “thump” against the chest, signaling a heartbeat. He sighed in relief. The orc was alive, at least.

Mustering all the strength he could gather, Gublox took the orc by the arm and laced it across his shoulder. He attempted to move forward, only to stumble after one step. Holy hell, this orc was heavy! Was he just as much of a porker as he was? This was going to be difficult. Gublox quickly drove the thought out of his head and entered into the forest in front of them. With every step, Gublox felt his body cry out in pain. Fallen tree branches scratched his body, sharp rocks stabbed his feet, and the weight of his comrade pushed down on his back. Gublox's vision then started to blur as tears filled his eyes. How did all this happen? Why did all this happen? Who could he talk to about all of this? He wanted answers, needed answers, and he wanted them soon to at least settle his heart. He wouldn't be able to breathe until he got them. He then felt the green orc’s body slip, but quickly grabbed him and readjusted himself.

“It'll be okay, big guy,” Gublox ensured, his voice breaking a bit. “You're gonna be okay… Trust me… You're gonna be okay…” Gublox repeated that phrase periodically, almost like a mantra that allowed him to keep going despite the tears. He didn't realize it, but he was crying now. He felt betrayed, hurt, and alone. He wasn't even sure if the castaway he was helping would make it before he found some kind of medical attention. This could all be a fool's errand for all he knew. But he had to try. If not for the green orc's sake, then for his. But even if he found the aid he was looking for, it wouldn't change what he felt. He was cast out from his clan as a sacrifice, and no one told him why. He felt like a child just thrown into the wilderness, expected to survive or die. Truthfully, he just wanted to lay down and scream until he couldn't scream anymore. Gublox looked around and still found nothing. Not even a hint of a trail. Disappointment and bitterness now filled his heart. It took everything he had not to fall down in exhaustion and just give up. With tears streaming down his face, he kept going, talking to his “friend” all the while.

“It's gonna be okay… it's… it's gonna be okay…”

No. No it wasn't…

Dar'gul awoke to the sound of snoring. Incredibly loud snoring. So loud that it was practically irritating him. He looked around and saw that he was in a wooden cabin of some sort. He was laying on a bed that only just barely fit him, with two other beds to his left. To his right, he saw the source of the snoring: a brown skinned orc with black tattoos wearing nothing but undergarments and a loincloth. And ye gods, he was big. Scratch that, he was massive! So much so that he put Dar'gul’s own round belly to shame! Dar'gul grimmaced in disgust. How can someone let themselves go like that? He groaned as he attempted to get up, only to be shot back down once a surge of pain shot through him. He clutched his gut as he felt his orclings stir back to life. That's right! Perma-pregnancy… damn it. Dar'gul mentally cursed himself for forgetting, though with everything that happened to him, one couldn't blame him for forgetting.

‘Hey, you alive?’ a voice asked within Dar'gul's head. One of his orclings, no doubt. Dar'gul sighed as he tried to make himself comfortable on his bed.

“Just barely,” Dar'gul answered low enough to where he wouldn't wake up the slumbering beast next to him. He still couldn't get over just how big he was. He tried to focus his mind on something else, namely his orclings. “What of you all? Are you all present and accounted for?” Not even a few seconds later, Dar'gul felt seven strong kicks in his “womb”, causing the green orc to wince in pain. Dar'gul sucked air through his teeth as he fought back the urge to scream. He figured that they only did that just for shits and giggles, but also as a not-too-subtle way of saying “I told you so” in regards to their warning the other night.

‘We're just grateful you're alright,’ another orcling sighed in relief.

“Because if I die, you'll die too?” Dar'gul tossed out casually.

‘Not at all,’ an orcling corrected. ‘Because… to tell you the truth, we've all grown fond of you.’

‘Indeed, I don't think you ever needed our power to be a mighty warrior. I've never seen an orc with more endurance and spark than you’

“For all the good that did me.” Dar'gul still couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal out of his head. Forced out of his tribe due to petty infighting. God, the thought made him sick to his stomach. Not helping was the still snoring lumox right next to him. If he had the energy, he would wake him up just to punch his lights out.

‘At least you're alive,’ an orcling reassured. ‘That should be enough.’ Dar'gul would have responded to that with a wry retort, but someone came in through the door before he got the chance. He tried to get up, only to remember his condition made getting up a chore. He groaned in pain as his nerves lit on fire once again. He really did not miss this feeling.

“Oh sir, don't get up!” the stranger cried, rushing to his side to ease his pain. “You've been stranded for two days. You're body needs rest.”

“I'll be fine,” Dar'gul reassured, only to find himself falling to the ground on his knees the moment he tried to walk on his own. The loud boom awoke the obese orc at his bedside, who looked around as if there was an intruder.

“What the…” the brown orc cried groggily. “What happened?!”

“Don't worry,” the stranger replied, helping Dar'gul to his bed. “Your friend just fell out of bed, that's all.”

“Friend?” Dar'gul asked incredulously, only to have the brown orc's chubby face rush in front of his.

“Wait, he's awake?!” the orc questioned, getting a good look at him. Dar'gul pulled back as much as he could, quickly finding him to be an annoyance more than anything else. “Thank the gods!” The brown orc grabbed Dar'gul's hand and squeezed hard. Dar'gul would have objected, but the orc's tears and trembling hands stayed his words. He looked back at the stranger, a blue skinned elf in deep blue robes and white hair.

“Did something happen?” Dar'gul asked, which earned a small laugh from the elf.

“It was truly an amazing sight,” the elf began. “I was tending to my garden when I saw your friend over here carrying you on his back. It looked as if the two of you washed up on the nearby shore and he looked like he was about of pass out from heart failure. Exhaustion wouldn't even begin to describe the sorry state he was in.”

“I see…” Dar'gul said, taking it all in. So he had been saved by an orc that was shipwrecked or something? Well, that wouldn't be too out of the ordinary given everything that's happened. He was about to ask the orc his name and thank him, only for a loud groan to interrupt his thoughts, followed by a sharp pain in his stomach. Not from his orclings, but from hunger.

“Oh, of course,” the elf remembered, clapping his hands. “That was what I was going to say! Gublox, breakfast will be ready shortly. And I suppose I'll whip you up some too… uh…”

“Dar'gul.”

“Thank you! I'll be back in a bit!” And with that, the elf left the two alone. Gublox sniffed loudly, wiping his tears from his face and facing Dar'gul with an awkward smile.

“Sorry about that,” Gublox began. “But I’ve been searching for a place to fix you up for ages and you looked terrible! You have no idea how relieved I am to see another orc right now!” Dar'gul nodded, understanding the sentiment. After what happened to him, any company would be welcomed right about now.

“Gublox, was it?” Dar'gul asked, wondering how he got ashore to where he was. However, a strong smell interrupted his thoughts before he could ask. Gublox knew that smell anywhere and his mouth watered and stomach growled in anticipation. As quickly as he left, the elf came back with what looked like a mini banquet on two carts. On them were large bowls of bacon, ham, eggs, and mead, along with a few loaves of bread and three large jars of jam. There was also a mountain of pancakes with what appears to be a barrel of maple syrup with a ladle, and finally, several jugs of milk to top it all off.

“This should do the both of you nicely! Let me know if you need anything else!” And with a bow, the elf quickly left to attend to his own breakfast and possibly other matters. Dar'gul mentally commented on how absurdly fast that was. Was this prepared in advance? On top of that, just look at all of this food! There was no way in hell that the two of them alone would be able to finish it all.

As soon as he thought that, the sounds of indiscriminate munching soon entered his ears. He was soon witness to a display of pure gluttony as Gublox happily munched and chewed through the ham and eggs he prepared on his plate, taking at least five pancakes and drenching them in syrup on another plate. As the obese orc gorged himself silly, Dar'gul quickly lost his appetite. Never had he seen someone eat so much and so quickly. It was only after a few minutes that Gublox realized that Dar'gul hadn't eaten anything. Not missing the opportunity to prove that he wasn't a greedy bastard, Gublox, fixed a plate of eggs, bacon, mead and pancakes with a massive slab of jam on top.

“Hungry?” Gublox asked, his mouth filled with food. Dar'gul’s first instinct was to decline in disgust, but a small kick from an orcling reminded him that he needed to eat to rebuild his strength. With a grunt, he accepted the plate in defeat, starting on the eggs. Dar'gul did honest to God love eggs. “Let me know if ya need more! I can tell that your a real porker, what with that gut of yours!” Dar'gul mostly ignored that, focusing on his breakfast. As well as what he was going to do from here on. He couldn't go back to his tribe, but he hated the idea of being a traveling nomad with no home. Maybe he could squeeze himself into Gublox's tribe. If they would allow it. He didn't want to cause a stir. Especially if they found out his secret. That could be disastrous. He pushed those thoughts away for now. Though his thoughts did travel to Gublox. He was an obvious glutton, but he saved his life. And truth be told, he was the only companion he had now. The least he could do was strike an acquaintance with him.

“Hey, uh… Gublox?” Dar'gul asked, earning a muffled “hrm” from the rotund orc as he turned to him with a full mouth. Dar'gul resisted the urge to comment on his gluttony and started with a basic question.

“How… did you find me anyway?”