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Glam Missile sat in the market square of Hinchar, idly munching at his lunch of steamed fish brushed with citrus sauce on a banana leaf. He may never win fights, but he was a crowd favorite, and that definitely got him enough copper to live as he pleased. Instead of doing things one might expect of a BGL wrestler, Glam people-watched, gardened (a small reminder of home), and enjoyed long frequent trips to the alchemists that made his makeup. On a bad day, even window shopping for beauty products put a bit of a pep in Glam's step. One of the things he didn't do however, was train. Glam would constantly tell himself 'today's a training day!' yet wind up sleeping in and reading books in bed. Somedays, Glam didn't even bother with the idea. He got matched up against opponents that had massive advantages on him so what was even the point?

Either way, there Glam was; eating and people-watching, when he was approached by a tall paunchy elf in not much else but sheer white robes and what seemed to be all the jewelry on Barrigo. Glam turned to the approaching elf and instantly recognized them just by seeing a tiny set of underwear and a pierced belly button through their robes.

"Woah, you're-"

"Yes yes, it is I; Shallendrous Magicaliopralen, or 'Shelly' for those with heavy tongues."

"It's an honor to meet you Magicalo- er Magicolir-"

"Nothing wrong with a heavy tongue boy, the crowds seem to prefer them actually," Shelly said through a smile.

"Sorry, I've never said it out loud myself," Glam said, a little star-struck. Shallendrous was retired now, but they used to be a top fighter, (and weigh nearly 300 more pounds than they did now), "Well it's a pleasure Shelly, how can i help you?" Glam asked. The tall elf ran long purple claws down their platinum blonde hair. The contrast between their pallid hair and clothes and their dark skin was striking. Even in retirement they looked like a costumed fighter.

"Well, to put it bluntly; I like your style, and I do believe you deserve more than to be some smelly brutes lunch every fight. So, I'd like to be your coach." Shelly said placidly. Glam's fish fell to the floor with a 'splat' as he stared at the elf dumbfoundedly.

"What? But aren't you coaching Whiplash?"

"She uhm, had a bit of an accident with her magic ward. Permanent meal i'm afraid. Shame, she had a winning streak longer than a horses cock."

"But you don't even coach wrestlers." Glam said, only now noticing very sadly that their plate was now mysteriously bare. Shelly waved their hands dismissively.

"I'm an expert Glam, besides, this is a popularity contest. Presentation and getting the right fights are half the battle if you wish to make it "big" in BGL, and I do mean big my boy. Our first step is fattening you up, preferably via other fighters. Under my wing you'll be feasting upon Gasp yourself in under a month. Do we have a deal?" Shelly extended a hand towards the orc, who shook it vigorously.

"Absolutely!"

Glam put on their outfit and makeup today with far more gusto than usual, adding exaggerated winged eyeliner that he was normally too lazy to do. Shelly had told him they'd be watching the match from the audience, and that he was sure to win the match they had set up for him. He suddenly got very nervous at the prospect of the elf running their claws through their hair, watching his every move and reacting with soft shakes of the head and dissatisfied sighs. Glam tried to swallow the lump in his throat to no avail as he strode up to the door leading to the arena.

The announcer's booming voice rung out.

"Hello everyone, today we have a battle of the underdogs! It could be anyone's game here in this snack vs snack rumble!" The audience did their usual hollering, "From the north entrance we have... pardon me let me adjust my glasses," there was an awkward pause, "Goblin? That's all my paper says." Glam heard the north entrance creak open accompanied by exactly two people clapping enthusiastically in the audience.

"And from the south entrance," the announcer said with more gusto, "The Gasp knows him, The Gasp loves him, The Gasp eats him for breakfast; The Glam Missile!" The audience cheered (and exactly two people booed). Glam didn't like being introduced as Gasps meal, especially when the guy wasn't even around. Regardless, Glam came out onto the field with his usual crowd hyping and striking of poses.

The arena today was "Rock", aptly named as it was just the regular dirt floor of the arena with a big boulder put in the middle. This layout was normally used for lower level fights. Glam began circling the rock with bravado to get a good look at his opponent. Goblin was also aptly named, as she was, well, a goblin. She wore a large pot as a helmet and brandished a sharpened stick at Glam threateningly. Glam was a little disappointed but supposed he'd hafta put on weight before actually standing a chance against larger opponents.

Glam steadily made his way forward, waiting for Goblin to make the first attack, which she did almost immediately as he was in range. She thrust out her spear, Glam grabbed it and gave it a good swing, slamming Goblin into the boulder in the center of the arena. After slamming into the rock she fell to the dirt below, dazed and without weapon or helmet. Glam thrust his arms into the air to get the crowd going and began to walk towards Goblin.

Glam strode over to the goblin, hoisting her up by the armpits and unceremoniously sticking her whole head in his mouth. He felt her head start to widen his esophagus, it felt strange and magnificent, feeling it expand around her form as he slide her further in. He had a little trouble fitting her past her shoulders, she was pretty big for a goblin. He kept swallowing and swallowing, and inch by inch the goblin started to disappear down his throat. He could barely breathe while swallowing her down, that and the stretching of his throat made Glam moan voluntarily, it may have been an easy fight, but this sure was rewarding in itself.

As soon as Goblin splashed into his belly below his gut distended to nearly two times its normal size. His spandex singlet stretched out, threatening to tear. He felt so incredibly full, he still couldn't fully breathe right. He could feel the goblin wriggling and punching uselessly at the inside of his stomach, which was making him quite aroused. Not an uncommon sight in the ring but certainly something he wasn't quite prepared for. His face grew red. Regardless, he made a show of patting his bulging gut for the crowd, cock erect and dribbling through his singlet. The crowd was loving it (expect for those two who were rooting for Goblin).

"And here we have it folks!" the announcer boomed. "The Glam Missiles first victory! When we see him next he'll certainly have packed on a few! Also, it seems Goblin didn't register as a warded fighter so...once digested she isn't coming back. My condolences to the er...Goblinses." This was also not uncommon, but again, something Glam wasn't prepared for. To his surprise, the idea of permanently digesting a contestant was strangely arousing, and his cock pulsed and stained his singlet with more pre-cum. His face grew even rosier and he made a quick duck back into the training rooms.

Glam sat on a big cushion in the training rooms, staring down at his swollen jostling gut and his erect drooling dick. He poked at both, unsure if he should 'take care of business' here and now. It wasn't weird to jerk off or even fuck in the training rooms, but gosh was Glam a bashful orc. Glam's train of thought was interrupted as Shelly strode over with a large round package and congratulations spilling out of their mouth. Glam tried to hide his boner as they approached.

"Oh congratulations and good health to you dear Glam! I knew you could win that, look at you, you're gut's practically twice the size. You wear it well!" Shelly inspected Glam up and down and noticed he was covering his crotch.

"Thank you Shelly, it seemed like the odds were stacked in my favor though. I almost feel bad."

"Oh hogwash, the audience enjoyed it and you got a nice meal. I see you're enjoying the victory as well. No need to hide that from me by the by, i could 'handle' it for you if you wish. Got to keep my fighter nice and happy after all." Shelly began to kneel and placed the package next to themselves. Glam grew beet red and tried to avoid eye contact. Never in his life would he think the great Shallendrous Magicaliopralen would even notice his existence much less getting him off. Glam merely nodded. "Excellent, while I work on that, I brought you a poppy seed cake to eat," they said, unwrapping the package to reveal said cake.

"Oh I love poppy seed but i'm much too full to-"

"That was not an offer. As your coach I am telling you that you must get bigger, stuff yourself to the fullest extent!" Shelly gingerly grabbed one of the pre-sliced slices and shoved it in Glam's mouth, not getting a crumb on either of the two. They had clearly been doing this a long time.

Glam attempted to protest but had to chew through a mouth full of cake, their stomach whining as it prepared for additional content. Goblin, rustled around a bit as well, making him feel even fuller. As Glam squirmed in a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure, Shelly made quick work of stroking Glam's cock through the singlet. The sensation of Glam's cock rubbing against the rough material was almost too much, and he whined around his mouthful of cake. After working through the slice, he managed to swallow it all which was signified by a satisfied sigh.

"Good boy, now have another, "said Shelly, stuffing in another slice before the orc had a chance to speak. Shelly knelt their head on Glam's tummy and rubbed it with their free hand. "Oh we are going to get you nice and fat believe me Glam. You are going to have the most magnificent gut in all of Barrigo. And Goblin, you have the honor of being the first to contribute to this mound of orc pudge. Congratulations." This was met with low muffles from within Glam's gut.

The two went on like this for a while, other fighters passing through did double takes not only at the fact that Glam had apparently won a match (indicated by his squirming gut) but the fact that he appeared to be getting fed and jerked off by Shallendrous fucking Magicaliopralen of all people.

Upon the final slice of poppy seed cake, Glam's stomach was gurgling and straining in protest. He was so full it hurt, which made the sensation on his cock even better. As if passing some threshold in fullness to pleasure ratio, Glam began moaning through the last slice as his big green belly ripped through his singlet and his dick shot thick strings of cum onto the stone floor beneath him. Shelly rubbed his warm bare belly and whispered in his ear.

"Good boy, now clean up, digest that goblin, and get some rest, I believe you've earned it."