Delaying her warpath was out of the question, as was simply abandoning the meat. As painful as it was surely going to be, Thulka was going to have to stuff herself to oblivion.
Eagerly, the yellow giant groped into the pile beside her, pulling out a five pound chunk of oxen meat. Without delay she shoved her piercing rod into the moist flesh. She pressed down hard, letting it slide to around the halfway point. It stuck fast to the metal stick, holding firm even when she gave it a inquisitive shake. Confident with its stability, she at last shoved the meat into the wild blaze, engulfing it in flames. It crackled as the moisture within started to boil.
Five minutes later, Thulka pulled the meat out. She had timed it well; the meat had been charred to absolute perfection. It gave off a pleasant, savory smell. Her mouth salivated in anticipation as the starved barbarian brought it up to her thick lips. Like a snapping turtle she shot forward, her strong jaw easily severing half of the meat off the rod. It was sent to the back of her wet mouth, sliding down her throat without a single chew. Thulka rubbed her exposed, flat abs in relief. It felt good to have some REAL food in her stomach for a change. Smiling ear to ear, she followed up and bit off the last half as easily as the first. It joined its other half in her grumbling, near empty stomach.
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Two hours later and Thulka sat half awake against the slowly dying fire. The pile of meat was noticeably smaller; a rather large chunk of it sat in her filled pained stomach. It strained outwards, bulging out in a spherical shape. The pounds of meat gave her midsection an almost pregnant look. Thulka, her mind thoroughly weakened by the stuffing, collapsed to the side, exhausted. She drifted off to sleep, her stomach churning madly.
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Thulka awoke with a pleasant yawn, the sun shining warmly on her face. The fire had died naturally and the meat pile seemed undisturbed. To her side lay the piercing rod, still holding a piece she had neglected to eat. Most importantly, though, was her stomach. While not nearly as bulbous as it had been, it pushed outward slightly. Not putting much thought into it, she assumed that she had not fully digested her meal. Little did she know, she had in fact gained a few pounds of fat, manifesting on her in the form of a small potbelly.
Standing up, Thulka began to pack her things to leave. She had places to go and people to pillage, after all. It didn't take long and before long she set off, her new potbelly jiggling with each step. The ogress had decided to march in the direction of the human village, intent on...
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