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Somewhere in the world, there is a tribe of orc males who are selected every harvest season to serve the chieftain of the tribe. This service includes a variety of duties, including one that was most unusual. At least to those outside the tribe...

"Fuck..." Dar'gul spat as he felt a sharp pain in his engorged belly. It was round, heavy, and impressive with a belly button that was popped swollen. He rubbed the bottom gently to soothe the pain, but another sharp pain ran through him again. "How long do I have to endure this?"

"For as long as the chieftain requires," said a similarly engorged orc, Torzag, who was passing by when he saw Dar'gul resting beside a small pillar. Torzag was a cheerful man who always wore a smile on his face, even in the midst of painful times. This was in heavy contrast to Dar'gul who was broody, surly, and stubborn. Why the chieftain chose these two to serve him was anyone's guess.

"I did not need to be lectured by you!" Dar'gul sneered back, earning a smirk from the equally heavy orc who was sweating in spite of his jolly demeanor.

"No... but you look like your gonna pop one out already," Torzag replied.

"So do you!" That outburst caused Dar'gul to double over in pain yet again, clutching his belly to ease the pain. "Gaahh! Ye gods! These orclings are gonna be the death of me!"

"Sounds like someone's brood is too heavy," Torzag joked.

"What about you?! Are you telling me that your not in the least bit worn down by your brood?!"

"Of course I'm tired," Torzag started, wiping the sweat off his brow. "I honestly can't wait for these orclings to be born. But I made the choice to serve our chieftain this way, so I might as well find some joy in it."

"How you could find enjoyment out of this hell is beyond me. Guuhh!!" Dar'gul sighed before another cramp seized him. As he waddled away to his tent, he thought about Torzag's words. 'I chose to serve the chieftain?' Unlike the other orcs that made their choice, Dar'gul didn't have a choice. He was chosen by the chieftain himself to bear his children due to his combat prowess. If he had his way, he wouldn't be standing here with a womb filled with orclings right now. He'd be fighting for his tribe. That was what he wanted: to be a simple warrior. A stray thought crossed his mind as he entered his tent and collapsed onto his bed mat.

"Hopefully you orclings will at least have a choice..."

Description
Somewhere in the world, there is a tribe of orc males who are selected every harvest season to serve the chieftain of the tribe. This service includes a variety of duties, including one that was most unusual. At least to those outside the tribe...

"Fuck..." Dar'gul spat as he felt a sharp pain in his engorged belly. It was round, heavy, and impressive with a belly button that was popped swollen. He rubbed the bottom gently to soothe the pain, but another sharp pain ran through him again. "How long do I have to endure this?"

"For as long as the chieftain requires," said a similarly engorged orc, Torzag, who was passing by when he saw Dar'gul resting beside a small pillar. Torzag was a cheerful man who always wore a smile on his face, even in the midst of painful times. This was in heavy contrast to Dar'gul who was broody, surly, and stubborn. Why the chieftain chose these two to serve him was anyone's guess.

"I did not need to be lectured by you!" Dar'gul sneered back, earning a smirk from the equally heavy orc who was sweating in spite of his jolly demeanor.

"No... but you look like your gonna pop one out already," Torzag replied.

"So do you!" That outburst caused Dar'gul to double over in pain yet again, clutching his belly to ease the pain. "Gaahh! Ye gods! These orclings are gonna be the death of me!"

"Sounds like someone's brood is too heavy," Torzag joked.

"What about you?! Are you telling me that your not in the least bit worn down by your brood?!"

"Of course I'm tired," Torzag started, wiping the sweat off his brow. "I honestly can't wait for these orclings to be born. But I made the choice to serve our chieftain this way, so I might as well find some joy in it."

"How you could find enjoyment out of this hell is beyond me. Guuhh!!" Dar'gul sighed before another cramp seized him. As he waddled away to his tent, he thought about Torzag's words. 'I chose to serve the chieftain?' Unlike the other orcs that made their choice, Dar'gul didn't have a choice. He was chosen by the chieftain himself to bear his children due to his combat prowess. If he had his way, he wouldn't be standing here with a womb filled with orclings right now. He'd be fighting for his tribe. That was what he wanted: to be a simple warrior. A stray thought crossed his mind as he entered his tent and collapsed onto his bed mat.

"Hopefully you orclings will at least have a choice..."