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Deelus Mok sat in the training room of the stone colosseum, nervous about his upcoming match. His opponent was nearly twice his size, he wasn't sure if he could eat him even if he won, and not eating the loser after a match was an automatic disqualification. The orc thought about how crazy this colosseum was, a couple of months ago he was a simple farm-hand, and now he was 'The Glam Missile', a fighter of the Barrigo Gladiator League. Fighters from all over Barrigo would come here to test their mettle, those who weren't up to snuff were made into a meal. It was all fairly safe though, after the loser was digested, the magic wards placed on the fighters would let them wake up safe and sound in their beds the next day.

Today, Deelus was going up against The Gasp. Another wrestler who got his name through his technique of knocking the wind out of his opponent and then swallowing them whole before they even had time to react. Since they were both wrestlers (a rare fighting type in the league currently), there was a near instant rivalry between the two. However, The Gasp was a pro, and Glam Missile was as green as his own skin. As a result, Glam Missile had been digested by the ratkin 7 times.

"Hey snack," Glam Missile looked up to see a very fat ratkin sporting a shit-eating grin and a tight green singlet. Speak of the devil.

"Keep tauntin' me Gasp. One of these days when I win i'm gonna embarrass ya real bad in front of all yer fans." This elicited a guffaw from the ratkin. He wobbled over, placed a massive paw on Glam's shoulder, and brought him forward so that his head was pressing into his belly.

"Whatever snack, do you know how much of this pudge is you? Quite a bit. Yer an easy fight kid," the rat chuckled, "and easy pounds." The ratkin kept rubbing Glam's head into his massive gut before finally letting him go. "See ya in the ring kid," Gasp said as he strode off. Glam grumbled something about them being the same age as he watched the ratkin leave.

In Glam Missile's dressing room (a corner of the training room that no one was using), Glam was applying the final touches on his costume. It was a basic one; a stretchy blue singlet (with a belly that didn't stretch it out nearly as much as Gasps did), and blue gloves with sparkling tassels of many colors. The main focus was his hair and makeup. He teased out his shoulder length hair as wild as it would get, applied glittering rainbow eyeshadow (how the apothecary could make such a thing he wasn't sure), and blue lipstick. It was a tacky outfit for certain, but the crowd seemed to like it and The Gasp seemed to hate it. Said the makeup gave him stomach cramps, which greatly pleased Glam.

When he was ready, he walked down the cold stone hallway that lead to the main arena. He could hear the crowd murmuring and laughing amongst themselves outside, but couldn't see them beyond the thick wooden doors that lead outside. Glam placed his palm on a rune on the wall, indicating he was ready. It seemed Gasp was ready before him, because as soon as he did this he heard the announcer speak with his magically amplified voice.

"Alright folks! Today we're going to see a familiar bout that never gets old!" The crowd went wild, ready to see some fighting. "We've got the big green eating machine. The gut-puncher, the rat with the fat! The Gasp!" the announcer added about a dozen extra a's to Gasps name as he undoubtedly threw the wooden doors open with gusto, stepping out into the arena. He was probably doing his usual shtick; blowing kisses to his fans, pointing at them then pointing at his gut, that kinda stuff. Gasp was a heel but everyone seemed to go nuts for him anyway, rooting for him to eat everyone he fought. The announcer piped up again.

"And for the main course we have the shiny snack, the glittering gourmand, the orc who tastes like pork! The Glam Missile!" Glam tossed the door open and sauntered dramatically out, bringing his arms up to call for more applause. They were all applauding for him to be eaten but hey, any attentions good attention in this line of work.

Glam saw that today's arena was the 'dessert ruins'. A play on words the runners of BGL were quite proud of. The arena was filled with sand and toppled stone pillars with capitals shaped like fancy cakes. There were "puddles" of flour and sugar strewn about the arena as well, fighters were often encouraged to season their meals during the fight. After Glam was finished riling up the crowd, the announcer spoke again.

"Alright you two, on one may the best fighter win." The crowd helped the announcer with the countdown. "Three," Gasp made a show of licking his lips, "two," Glam kneeled and flexed his flabby arms, "one!" Glam sprinted at the big ratkin and slid into a puddle of flour at his feet, sending a shower of it onto his opponent. He heard Gasp grunt in pain as it undoubtedly got in his eyes. The crowd roared in approval at the move.

"Damn it Glam!" Gasp spat, attempting to rub the flour out of his eyes. Glam quickly got behind the big ratkin and wrapped his arms (as far as he could) around his huge gut and attempted to suplex him. Despite attempting to use Gasp's weight against him, the fat fighter was simply too much and all he managed to do was trap himself under him as Gasp fell to the sand.

"Haw haw! Dumb snack," Gasp laughed as he felt the other wrestler wriggling under his tremendous weight. Gasp got up and swiftly grabbed both of Glam's ankles with one meaty paw, dangling him in the air for all to see. Glam attempted to reach up and swat his hands off but he just didn't have the strength. He could only watch as Gasp proceeded to walk over to a puddle of sugar and pile-drived him straight into it. From a sitting position, Gasp shoved the dazed orcs feet straight into his mouth and began swallowing. The force of Gasp's throat was overwhelming, he ate bigger fighters than Glam very often and as a result, the orc was nearly swallowed instantly. As the orc dropped into his stomach, Gasp's belly expanded just enough to make his singlet split open, exposing his furry belly for all the world to see. The crowd hooted and hollered and above the din, the announcer spoke.

"Oooh, it was a nice move but no dice this time Missile! Better luck next time." Gasp stood up and stretched, feeling how nice and full his stomach was. Inside, Glam had regained a little sense and attempted uselessly to get out. The crowd could see Glam pushing out with his arms and legs, causing little bulges all around Gasp's belly. Gasp just laughed and slapped his stomach heartily a couple of times.

Back in the training room, a now nearly naked Gasp reclined on a large sofa, rubbing his belly contentedly. Gasp moaned in pleasure as his belly turned up the familiar meal, he could almost feel the pounds adding to his already massive form. At this point the orc was probably more liquid than solid Fighters passed by and gave Gasp a rub of the belly and a quick,

"Hey Gasp, hey Glam," before walking off. The hellos were only met by a contented sigh from the rat, and a strange 'glorp' sound from his stomach.