The drawing done by me and story done by my friend Fintaffet who can be found here: Fin's eka's acct. and Fin's FA. Enjoy.


The shuffling of magazine paper filled Don’s ears, drowning out the low, consistent buzz from the overhead fluorescent bulbs and hum of the AC. Just as quickly as it started, it stopped as he finished tuning the page. The empty waiting room felt that much more isolated when he couldn’t hear the sounds of the outside world.


Don glanced at the clock; Five fifty-nine. It was now almost two hours past when the doctor's office usually closes. The man let out a small sigh and turned his attention to the receptionist. The guy stared at the computer screen, looking bored out of his mind. Don was thankful to the man for being such a massive help to him. His new job required a physical, and he needed it ASAP. He was lucky enough the man had been able to squeeze him on such short notice. He did feel bad, however, that he’d kept him here past closing. Don had no idea why this Dr. Gurzob guy was taking so long with the previous patient!



The receptionist pushed away from the desk and raised his arms above him in a stretch. Don quickly turned his attention back to the magazine in his lap to avoid staring.


“Hey, listen, man.” The receptionist’s voice cut through the emptiness of the waiting room, “I have no idea what’s keeping the doc so busy with the last guy, but I really don’t feel like waiting here much longer. You can just head back and check on them. My guess; Dr. Gurzob got caught up in small talk and completely forgot he had another patient. Just go pop in, and I’m sure he’ll get you sorted.”


“Oh, um, okay.” He said, his tone unsure. Don watched as the man stood up and gathered his things.


“Great. Will you be okay if I head out then?”


“Yeah, yeah, I think I can manage that. What if he’s not back there, though?”


“Oh, don’t worry about that. Dr. Gurzob always leaves out the front. Just let him know you’re the last patient of the day, that you had an appointment, and that he needs to lock up when he’s done.” The man gave him a thumbs up as he was halfway out the door, “No need to worry, you got this!” With that, he waved in goodbye and left. The glass door gently closing behind him


Now, Don was completely alone with only his thoughts to keep him company. He sat with them for a while, toiling over whether he should go check or keep waiting. His mind began to clear for a moment. Don took another glance at the clock; Six ten. He knew he couldn’t keep waiting. He took a deep breath in to steel his nerves and stood up.


The Doctor's office wasn’t too big. It was just the reception area and then a hallway leading back to various exam and lab rooms. Don peeked down the hallway and could see a sliver of light leaking out from a cracked door at the farthest end. That must be it. He thought. He stood there at the opening of the hall. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. The man was a doctor! The fact he got a decent rating online too didn’t hurt either.


“You can do this. Relax. It’s okay. All you have to do is go down there, knock, and explain. That’s it. Easy.” He nodded to himself. Don started down the hall with confidence but slowed to a cautious pace as he got closer and closer. He could swear he was hearing something. Voices? No, it wasn’t that. It didn’t sound like talking. He crept up to the door with slow quiet steps. The noise coming from the other side of the door was faint, and regular? He couldn’t make out just what it was.



Don faced the door. His hand was raised, ready to knock. Should he knock? What if they were in the middle of an invasive exam? No. He thought, just knock, that’s all you have to do.


He knocked. He rapped his knuckles on the wood of the door three times.


“Er… ahem, Dr. Gurzob? Are you in there? My name’s Don, Don Powell. I’m your last appointment for today? Your receptionist already left, he told me to come back here and check.” He did his best to not let his voice waver.


He waited for a moment, but there was no response. He noticed the odd noise stopped. Then there were the sounds of movement, the squeak of a rolling chair’s wheels, and some distant tapping at a keyboard.


“Ahhhh, yes…” A deep baritone voice rumbled out low and soft from beyond the door. Don could only just barely make out what had been said. “My apologies, Mr. Powell, please, come in.” The voice said loudly. Don practically froze up from the deep, booming voice; that was what his doctor sounded like?


Forcing his body to move, Don gripped the handle and stepped inside. The bright light of the exam room forced his eyes to adjust.


“Please close the door behind you if you don’t mind” Despite the bass the doctor’s voice had, it still had some warmth and friendliness to it. Dong figured it made sense, a good doctor made his patients feel at ease.


“Oh, yea okay.” He mumbled out, following the direction without really thinking. The soft click behind him signified the mechanism sliding into place. It was just him and the doctor, he had yet to see, alone in the exam room, sealed away from anyone else.



“Please, have a seat on the exam table while I finish up over here.” Finally, Don looked over to his left to see the source of the voice, Dr. Gurzob. Well, he saw the back of him at least. Dr. Gurzob was seated in a rolling office chair facing away from Don at a desk against the wall. All the man could see of the doctor was definitely not human, but he had expected as much. Who goes to see a doctor without looking up a picture of them at least?. Even from behind, the doctor seemed to match what Don knew. Dark green skin, bald shaven head, and a pair of pointed green ears matched the description of the Orc he’d seen on the clinic’s website.


Don did as he was told, hesitantly stepping away from the door to sit on the exam table on his right, facing the back of Dr. Gurzob’s chair. The cushioned table creaked as the worn parts settled under the relatively light load of the average man sitting atop it. It was definitely well-used from what he could tell, not uncomfortable though.


Don idly toyed with his hands as he tried to get his nerves back to a calm normal. Everything about this palace looked like any other clinic he’d ever been to. Posters about health and symptoms to look out for decorated the walls. There were cabinets with a sink along the wall opposite the door that wrapped along to the wall with Dr. Gurzob. There was a break in the bottom cabinets to make space for the computer desk.


“So I see you’re in today for a physical exam?”

Don snapped his attention back to the back of the bald green head. “Ah, yeah. It’s for my new job.”


“I see. What field are you going into, if I may ask?”


“Construction. Heh, foreman said he won’t hire anyone who’s orca lawsuit risk.” The orc chuckled in response.


“Well, based on the medical records you gave to my receptionist, you seem to be a fine young man in good health. I’ll get you checked out and on your way to where you need to be in no time.”



Dr. Gurzob looked to be finishing up with his computer work and reached for a small box next to him on the desk.


“Tch,” He grunted in annoyance, “Empty.” Don watched as the orc stood up.


It started at first by realizing the doctor wasn’t wearing a shirt. His strong muscular back revealed as he rose from the chair. It didn’t stop there, however. The chair was pushed away by his extending legs. As it slowly rolled away, it revealed a pair of big, round, and very well toned, green moons to the unprepared man behind Dr. Gurzob.


“Oh my gosh!” Don exclaimed as he turned his head away. He could feel his cheeks burning.


“Is everything alright?”


“You- you’re naked…” He said quickly.


“Oh, haha! Yes, I indeed am. There’s no need to worry, Mr. Powell. This is all very normal for me.”


Don’s mind raced. Normal? What does he mean normal?! He’s bare ass naked! Oh, shit… he thought. “I’m… I apologize,” He let out a soft sigh, “Is this a cultural thing? For orcs I mean.” He forced himself to turn his head back, despite the burning sensation across his cheeks. He couldn’t afford to be rude to the man-, orc who was going to approve or deny his physical. He tried not to stare at his ass, so settled for focusing on his bare back instead.


“Hmmm?” Dr. Gurzob glanced over his shoulder, giving Don a glimpse of at least a part of his face, “Not exactly. You caught me at a bit of an awkward time, but the fault for that is on me. Besides, we’re both men here. Nothing you haven’t seen before, I’m sure” The large orc doctor turned his head back to what he was doing. He reached up to one of the top cabinets, and fished out another of the box on the desk. “Gotcha!” He said triumphantly. He pulled the box down and tore open the top.


“Oh, I, um… I guess I see.” Don said meekly. He watched the doctor fiddle with the box out of sight. His view was blocked by Dr. Gurzob’s thick torso and shoulders.


“There we go.” The box in Dr. Gurzob’s hands was then placed down on the desk atop the old one, and Don heard the sound of rubber gloves being stretched onto a hand. Satisfied, Dr. Gurzob finally turned around to face his patient.


Don had been mentally readying himself for when he’d be face to face with Dr. Gurzob’s junk. What he saw however…


“Alright now. I’m going to need you to strip down, please, Mr Powell. All the way, or to just your underwear will be fine.” Dr. Gurzob said pleasantly.


Don, however, was frozen in shock. His pink blush drained to a ghost white. He felt his stomach drop. He didn’t stare at the Doctor's tusky smile, his hairy forearms, strong muscular physique, nor at Dr. Gurzob’s uncut semi or fat heavy nuts on full display. No. His eyes were locked on to the empty sockets staring back at him from Dr. Gurzob’s gut.


The orc’s stomach was heavy and bulging with what were clearly bones. Human bones. Don could make out what he assumed was a leg bone, some ribs, and worst of all, a grim lifeless skull. The whole macabre display was clad tightly in a green orc-flesh wrapper. Dr. Gurzob appeared clueless to the fact he had the remains of another human currently distending his gut.


Don felt like he should scream, but no air forced its way out of his throat. He was paralyzed. The doctor took a step forward, snapping Don from his stupor. He scrambled further up onto the exam table, trying in vain to flee backward.


“Mr. Powell, is there something the matter?”


“Wh- wha- what the hell is that!?!” He shrieked and pointed at the outline of the bones.


“Hmmm?” Dr. Gurzob cast him a quizzical look. He flexed his fingers inside the creaking latex as he slipped the one glove on with a “Snap!” as he released the cuff. He looked down for a moment and noticed what the man was pointing at. “Ah, yes. I see. Nothing to worry about.” The orc stood there, naked as the day he was born, save for the one latex glove on his hand, and smiled. The kind of calm, friendly smile at home on the face of a doctor you trust, not on the mug of one carrying around the remains of his previous victim.


“No- Nothing to worry about!? That’s- Those are bones! Someone’s bones! Inside of you! You ate someone!!” He wailed.


Dr. Gurzob sighed. He strode over to the door and calmly turned the deadbolt into place. He turned to face Don with a serious expression. “Yes, Mr. Powell, these,” He said caressing over the bulges before giving his gut a jostle, “Are bones. More specifically we have a cranium, sections of the fourth, fifth, and sixth ribs, an ulna, and I believe the mandible is in here somewhere packed down at the bottom.” He pointed with a gloved finger at each respective bulge as he spoke. “As well as, obviously, some smaller bones from the phalanges, carpus, and metatarsals. I imagine those have already made their way into my small intestine by this stage of digestion.”


The way he spoke so calmly and matter-of-fact about the horrifying reality he consumed another person made Don want to heave. That was a person! Whoever it was had a life, and dreams, and people who knew them! Dr. Gurzob ate them! He… killed them…


“Is that what you were doing when I was in the hall? Finishing them off?!” The doctor smiled and guffawed.


“Ha! No, no, my boy. This stage of digestion is hours along. This man right here was my original last patient of the day. When you knocked, I was in the middle of relieving myself.” He reached down to stroke his cock, briefly, pulling back the foreskin of his uncut dick and revealing the dark green head of his leaky cock. He let go and the skin slipped back over the head, but carrying with it a shiny bead of pre. “I was much more concerned with hiding my nudity and exactly who was still in my clinic. So please forgive me for not paying more attention to some remnants from my last meal. I mean, you must know how cloudy your mind gets in the throes of passion, right? And, you would not believe how horny digesting a man makes me.” He said with a jovial chuckle punctuating his statement.


Last… patient… Don thought. He gripped his stomach. He REALLY felt the need to puke. Most of what Dr. Gurzob said bounced off of Don, too horrified to really absorb what was being said to him. Those two words, however, caught his mind.


“So- so, if you didn’t eat him, you were gonna eat me?!”


“No, Mr. Powell. A meal like my current one takes time to plan and prepare. Besides, I don’t just eat my patients at random. This man right here just so happened to catch my attention, and more unfortunately for him, the attention of my stomach, when I first met him.” He took a step closer to Don, who flinched back. His back hit the wall with a thud. Don was cornered. He wished that he could just fall right through the solid brick behind him to safety,


“Make no mistake, though, Mr. Powell,” His voice carried a dangerous tone as he spoke now, “While I had no intentions to eat you today, I absolutely can and will if you make it necessary for me to do as such.


“You now know the secret habits of my diet, and I now know your phone number, full name, address, current, and next place of employment. So I hope you and I can come to an understanding. I am still a doctor. Despite my current state, I can and will still perform a physical exam for you to my highest standards. If you comply and keep my secret, you’ll leave here safe and sound with the paperwork you need, signed and approved by me. However, if you attack me, attempt to flee, or go to any authority. I will find you, and I will devour you.” As he spoke, Dr. Gurzob stepped closer and closer until he was standing in front of the cowering man. Then he leaned in close until his face was inches from Don’s “So… Do we have a deal?”


Don was forced to stare into the intense eyes of Dr. Gurzob as he invaded his personal space. His breath hit him as he talked. It smelled of coffee and something else Don couldn’t pin down, not that he wanted to. Could he accept? Could he trust this monster? How could he let Dr. Gurzob touch him, knowing what he knew of him?


Did he have any other choice?


He swallowed the lump in his throat and did his best to be as brave as he could. “Al- alright. My safety for your secret. I can do that.” He said. Don tried not to let his voice waver too much. He held out a shaky hand toward the doctor. Dr. Gurzob grinned broadly and grabbed the human’s hand in his gloved one and shook it.


“I’m very glad you can see reason, Don Powell.” With that, Dr. Gurzob stepped back to give the man some space. “Now, let us proceed as normal, yes? Once again, if you’d please strip so we may begin, Mr. Powell. Underwear or naked, either is fine.” Don swallowed again, and gave an affirmative nod. He toed off his sneakers, letting them fall to the tile floor. He was doing his best to control his breathing while effectively being forced to strip under the watchful eyes of Gurzob. With a steadying breath, he managed to pull off his shirt, revealing his slightly hairy chest and happy trail to the orc.


While Don was nowhere near to Dr. Gurzob’s build, years of blue collar work left him with some decent muscle of his own. Orcs were always bigger, He thought, eyeing the doctor’s semi erect penis. His hands hovered on his waistband, unsure and self-conscious.


“Who… who was it?” Despite how the atmosphere in the exam room had calmed, his heart was still pounding a mile a minute in his chest.


“Who this used to be no longer matters. He’s dead. Dead, digested, and soon to be fueling my body, just like all food does. If it’s any consolation to you. I didn’t tear him apart like some savage beast.


“What? How on earth-”

“It’s a remarkable little talent. I simply opened wide and swallowed him. Whole, alive, screaming, and kicking.” He smirked and could suppress his chuckle at the last sick tidbit of info, “And I must say he was an excellent squirmer, fought right up until the moment he expired. Just a shame I could only eat him once.” He shook his head in disappointment.


“Hey! He was a person! Wi- With hopes and dream and thoughts and a life of his own! How can you say that and not even remember his name?”

“Mr. Powell, might I ask you; do you remember every sandwich you’ve ever eaten?”


“Well, no, but-!”


“Exactly. It doesn’t matter who or what he was before. When I ate him, he became food. And so nothing about him matters anymore. Even these bones still inside me will melt and disappear into the chyme he became in enough time. Food gets eaten. Food gets digested. Food is gone forever. It’s as simple as that.”


“Fine!” Don’s exasperation with the doctor’s callousness was palpable, “Even if he was just food in your eyes, you still killed him! I mean… you’re a doctor! Didn’t you take an oath to do no harm or something? How can you still call yourself a doctor after willingly eating and killing one of your patients?”


“Mr. Powell…” Dr. Gurzob smiled. He used the same tone one would use when talking down to a child. He started to slip on the other glove. The latex creaked and stretched as it slid onto Dr. Gurzob’s big, strong hands. The white latex stood in stark contrast to the orc’s green skin. He tugged the cuff into place as he said: “I took an oath to do no harm,” His stomach let out a lurching groan as the bones within creaked and clinked against each other, “My stomach, did not.” He said, a smug grin crossed his face, lips curling under his tusks. He finished pulling the glove on with another snap of the cuff.


Dr. Gurzob moved before Don was able to react. Gloved fingers slid into his waistband, he could feel them against his skin. “I’m afraid you’re taking a bit too long, Mr. Powell.” He said firmly


“No! Wait!” Don yelped. The doctor quickly yanked his pants hard enough to tear the button clean off. With that, he then shoved them to the floor, taking his underwear with them, Dr. Gurzob’s thick fingers having hooked them in the initial grab. The large orc then grabbed Don under his armpits and hoisted him up, clear out of the puddle of his pants and boxers. Don was plopped onto the table once again. His breathing was heavy as his heart thudded in his chest at a rocket pace. Don barely had any mind to protest as the doctor lifted his leg and pinched his sock between two fingers. A quick yank removed it from Don’s foot. Dr. Gurzob tossed into the pile with the pants and shoes.


“I apologize, Mr. Powell, but I really don’t have all day, and neither do you. So unless you would like for me to continue to treat you like a rag doll during your physical, some more timely cooperation would be appreciated.” Gurzob said as he repeated the motions with Don’s other leg.


“Understood.” He squeaked.


Dr. Gurzob’s hands began to feel over his body. “I must say, Mr. Powell, you have a good physique for a man of your age, and species. I’m impressed. If you’re lucky, your new job might put enough hair on your chest to compete with me! Ha!” The doctor laughed. Don, however, didn’t share in his levity. He was more terrified than anything else after experiencing a fraction of the orc’s strength.


Don sat there, numbly following the doctor’s instruction as he was poked, prodded, felt, and tested through the physical. He wondered how much of it was real and how much of it was for the doctor’s own interests.


“Alright, arms up over your head, please.” The doctor said as he guided Don’s arms up by the writs, “Good, now hold them there.” Don held them while gloved hands started at his armpits and worked their way down his sides. Dr. Gurzob stood directly in front of him. Forced to be face to skull with the former man in the orc’s gut. Every time the doctor moved, the bones inside would adjust and reposition. It was almost like watching the ghost of the man haunt his skull, twisting beneath its tight green wrap, looking left and right, left and right.


“Alright, arms down, now. Very good, Mr. Powell. I’m going to listen to your heartbeat and breathing now.” Gurzob grabbed a stethoscope from the nearby table and put it on. He saddled up alongside Don. He didn't hold the listening end to his chest the way other doctors did. Gurzob held it in his palm and pressed his whole gloved hand flat upon Don’s chest, while the other hand gripped his shoulder firmly to support him. He wasn’t able to tell if the doctor did it this way because he was so big compared to the equipment, or if he was using the opportunity to feel over Don’s pecs. He didn’t care much either way.


“Your heart rate is too fast. I know you’re scared, but try to control your breathing to calm down.” He felt a firm squeeze of his shoulder when the deep voice rumbled into his ear. He knew it was meant to be reassuring, but I didn’t help at all. Still, he understood.


“Y- yea. Okay.” He said with a nod. He tried to ignore the orc’s big hands holding him in place. He tried to ignore the arm breath on the side of his face. He REALLY tried to ignore the feeling of the semi erect dick rubbing against his leg. It nearly made him gag. How could this guy, this… monster enjoy any of it!? How could he find pleasure in eating someone and- and killing them. Resigning them to an awful fate of being trapped in some dark, cramped, tight, awful acidic stomach, digesting them alive. How the hell could he get off on that!


“Mr. Powell. Breath.” He cut in sternly, ceasing Don’s spiraling thoughts.


“Wha-?”


“If need be, I can simply cover your airways with my hand until your heart rate slows enough for a proper reading.” He warned


“No! No. I can do it. Calm down. I can calm down.” And so he began. Breathe in. Breathe out. Slowly, he managed to work down from nervous panic to a more calm, uneasy fear.


“That’s a good man, just like that.” He soothed. Again it failed to help Don.


Once the doctor found his heart satisfactory, he moved his big hand to the other pec and listened again. This pushed hi body closer to the man. His bone laden gut mere inches away from him. Don could feel something start to slither down his leg where the uncut orc dick was touching. There was no doubt in his mind that it was some of his pre, drooling out onto his leg. The doctor then swapped his attention to Don's back.


“Deep breath in and hold.” Don did just that, feeling the heat from the hand splayed on his back oozing into him. It was an unwanted comfort in the chill of the air-conditioned room. This was repeated one more time before Dr. Gurzob backed off. Now getting a good look at the belly once again, he could see the shapes of the bones losing their definition. The eye socks seemed shallower, the ribs thinner, and the ulna was losing its defined ends. Poor bastard, Don thought. Nobody deserved this. To be completely erased by the stomach of such a cruel and sick monster.


“Urrrp~” There was a sickening squelchy crunch and the orc’s stomach collapsed in on itself, “Oh my! Excuse me.” The orc gave his flatter stomach a gentle pat. Most of the bones had been crushed. The bulges lost their shape, now just broken fragments hanging low on Dr. Gurzob’s torso. You poor bastard. I’m so sorry, Don thought once again. He wanted so badly to scowl at the doctor. To scream, to fight, to do anything in the forgotten name of his fellow human, but he couldn’t. He had no desire to share the same fate as him.


“Last part now.” The orc smiled pleasantly. Dr. Gurzob reached down and cupped Don’s junk. He couldn’t hold back a yelp of surprise as his balls were suddenly encompassed by the large gloved hand. “Relax.” Came the firm command, “I normally do this part first, as to get the worst out of the way. However, you were far too nervous, so it had to come now when you were finally relaxed.”


Don’s shock turned to resignation. As much as he hated it, it would have been worse for both of them had that happened when he was still running on high adrenaline. Well, really only bad for him, as he’d have been dying inside an orc stomach by now.


“Turn your head and cough.” He followed directions as ordered. The grip tightened. “Again.” It was uncomfortable, but he followed orders. Dr. Gurzob openly palmed and groped his balls for a moment before tightening his grip on Don’s balls to a far too uncomfortable degree. He knew at this point the doctor was toying with him for some kind of sick kicks. He should kick the monster right in his stupid giant-


“Mr. Powell, again, please.” He winced as his balls were given a stern tug along with the repeated order. That did snap him back to reality. The orc, quite literally, had him by the balls. Not only at that moment but through the whole exam. Don did as he was told. This is the last part. Then I’m done. I get the sign off and run like hell and never look back. Maybe he’d be lucky enough to where he’d wake up this morning again, and it would all be a bad dream.


“Thank you. And with that I believe we’re done here. Don't get dressed just yet. Let me look over the paperwork and see if I’ve missed anything. Wait right here, please.” Dr. Gurzob walked back over to his computer and sat down.


Don breathed a quiet sigh of relief. His nightmare was almost over. He’d soon be walking out, papers in hand, never to see this orc or his clinic of horrors ever again. He was so close. This experience would no doubt haunt his nightmares for the rest of his life. If it meant he got a rest of his life, it would be all worth it in the end.


“Oh, would you look at that,” The doctor murmured, sending a chill down Don’s spine, “I still have my meal’s file up. Since you were so curious earlier, I suppose I can indulge your curiosity. Especially considering your relatively good behavior during your exam. That is, before I delete it of course. Food doesn't need a medical file.”


“That’s okay, I think I’d prefer just getting my-”


The orc cut him off as he continued, “Yes, that’s right, a swimmer. He had a very good build on him. That was what caught my eye in the first place, you see. He wasn’t as developed as you are, but I have such a weakness for lean meat.


“I believe he was on some college swim team? That tracks for his age, younger than you by a good few years. He wasn’t near as hairy as you are, though. He was completely hairless from the neck down. I don’t know if he shaved, or if he was naturally like that. Regardless, it made him go down in such a wonderfully smooth fashion.” Even though the doctor was facing away from him again, Don could clearly picture the drool which must be leaking from Dr. Gurzob’s tusked mouth.


“I really don’t need to know thi-”


“All of this is completely moot now, of course.” He interrupted once again, “He’s dead and digested. Such is the fate of all food.” The whirring of the printer springing to life broke the doctor from his reminiscing. “Speaking of the now, that would be your results.” He said brightly.


“And?” Don eyed the doctor as he grabbed the papers and rose from the chair. Dr. Gurzob’s approach still filled him with dread and unease.


“And, as promised, in exchange for your safety and silence, one clean bill of health. Signed by me. Not that you needed to bargain for it. You’re quite the specimen of a man, Mr Powell.”


Don quickly snatched the papers from the gloved hands of the doctor. His eyes scanned over them to ensure he at least got what he needed after this whole ordeal. Satisfied with their apparent validity, he hopped down from the exam table.


“Well, I’ll just be on my way then. And this,” Don gestured towards the orc, “I will take to my grave.” He said before grabbing his pants up off the floor.


“One final thing, Mr. Powell…” Don heard two strange pops after the orc said that. Were there more papers?


Turning to face the doctor for what he hoped was the final time, Don was greeted with a sight he never hoped to see. The yawning maw of an orc. Hands grabbed his shoulders. The orc lunged towards him.


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Dr. Gurzob grunted as the man managed to react faster than he anticipated. Calloused fingers dug into his cheeks and loosened jaw. Don’s muscles strained. He fought with all his might to keep the mouth from descending upon him. Gruuzob could feel his arms falter and tremble in their strain. The doctor knew just what to do. Quickly, his hands slipped from the shoulders to the man’s underarms. Two gloved fingers delivered a carefully placed jab to the man’s armpits.


“Ah-!” Don’s exclamation was silenced. The orc took the opportunity to force his head down, trapping the man’s hands against his head within the slobbery confines of his mouth. Don began to thrash, trying to wrench himself free. Gurzob had him just where he wanted him.


Gloved hands slid down the human’s sides. Latex clad fingers dug into his flesh as Dr. Gurzob forced more of him into his mouth. Green lips pushed over the shoulders and tucked up arms. Don’s mad struggles worked against him. In a foolish fight reaction, he tried to punch against his attacker. He wound up shoving both arms down the tight throat ahead of him.


Gurzob snickered in his own thoughts. Men like Don never seemed to realize panicking only ever put them in worse positions than if they’d just stayed still. Suddenly, feeling his neck bulge with two squirming weights told him all he needed to know. With his prey now stuck in diving pose, this left him in the perfect spot to savor his meal.


Dr. Gurzob groaned around the human in his mouth. His tongue swiped over his squirming chest, capturing as much of his flavor as he could before taking another gulp. Drool dribbled down his chin as well as dripping down Don’s body. He had to admit, as much as he enjoyed that swimmer, there was just something so satisfying about the texture and feel of guys like Don. Their line of work just seemed to impart a meaty taste which was only amplified by their sweat.


He did wish he’d been a bit more furry. Gurzob had a dream for many years of coming across a true bear of a man. He’d be built like a brick shit house and as hairy as he was strong. His little daydream only made him drool more, rivulets running down Don’s pecs and abs. Gurzob, nonetheless, appreciated his current meal despite his fantasy. The human tasted just as delicious as he looked, and he really put up a fight! He hoped he wouldn’t wear himself out before he had him packed away in his gut.


Feeling he’d sufficiently wetted his prey’s head and biceps, the orc gripped him tightly again and shoved. His throat now claimed his head. The orc’s neck bulged out with the vague imprint of Don’s face. Now came Gurzob’s favorite part. His tongue dove for the human’s armpits. Spots such as the armpits and groin, which were often the sweatiest, had the most concentrated taste of his prey. Don lurched in his mouth as his leg flailed. He tried in vain to twist and squirm away from the probing tongue. Their sensitivity also elicited the best struggles, in the orc’s opinion.


He kept up his assault of the sensitive pits, until he felt he’d gotten as much out of them as he could. He had to give it to Don. Despite how long he’s been licking and teasing his armpits, the man still had plenty of fight left in him. Perfect, thought Gruzob. His hands slid down Don’s body, never loosening to where Don could get any kind of leverage. He went util bis hands reached the man’s hips. Slowly and with practiced ease, the man’s feet left the floor. They kicked and swung in the air. He even managed to deliver a solid blow to the orc’s shin. Dr. Gurzob didn’t flinch. That wasn’t anything he hadn't dealt with before.


Grunting around the person logged in his gullet, Dr. Gurzob heaved upwards. His strong arms and core helped to raise the lower body and flailing legs up over his head. Don twisted. He managed to twist his hips free from the doctor's hands as he was busy readjusting his balance.


Gurzob choked. He couldn’t grab back on in time. In an instant, most of Don shot down his throat. Gravity, his practiced gullet, and the man’s heft all worked in tandem to cram the rest of his torso past green lips and tusks. By the time he managed to grab onto one of the legs, the man’s groin had already slid over his tongue and into the back of his throat. The orc snorted in annoyance. He couldn't believe his food had managed to get the advantage on him. While the blunder had been in his favor, he mentally grumbled at missing the chance to savor one of the best parts. He really had been anticipating Don’s junk since he got the chance to feel over them. Ah, well, He chided in his thoughts, This is your own fault. How on earth did you let him escape your grip? He pondered pulling him back up just for the chance. In the end, he decided against it. Food only goes in, plain and simple.


His now free hand rubbed over his squirming, bulging stomach. The lurch of weight straight to his stomach was one hell of a reverse gut punch. He could easily handle something like that with preparation. He simply hadn't expected it to happen this early in the process. His gloved fingers dug into the toned calf to hold his meal steady. Don was putting up a good fight. He could feel the lumps of his hands and head writhing underneath his palm. The feeling made Gurzob’s dick throb. He didn’t see it, but he felt a drop of pre fall onto his foot.


He grabbed hold of the other leg. He’d save the teasing and groping for once he had his food securely tucked away. Since he missed his chance with the man’s junk, Dr. Gurzob didn’t want to spend much longer on the legs. He did take a brief second to lap over the inner thighs. That elicited a nice little kick and burst of energy from his prey. Slowly but surely the legs disappeared into his maw. The orc made sure to retain his grip this time. He didn’t want any more sudden slips.


The thighs were quickly claimed, next the knees, and finally his toned calves were sinking down Gurzob’s throat. He held the ankles together tightly in one hand. The other gripped his neck. He enjoyed feeling it stretch and shrink over the form of the legs during their smooth descent. Finally, it was just the feet. His lips sealed around the ankles.


Something the doctor truly adored about human anatomy was just how many spots there were which could yield involuntary reactions. He slowly dragged a latex finger down the sole of the human’s foot. His belly flared up with squirms. The feet protruding from his mouth twitched and flexed, trying to retreat from the sensation. He repeated the action on the other foot to the same reaction, much to his delight. Finally, he granted the soles mercy and let them flee from the tickling finger. He relaxed his mouth and let them slowly slide inside. Slow, practiced gulps dragged them down inch by inch. The last part of Don Powell to see the outside world slowly crept over his lips, past his tongue, and down the dark cavern of his throat to join their owner. He closed his mouth over his toes, forever sealing them in darkness. The orc swallowed for the last time.


Don was packed in good. He was forced to curl up into the fetal position when his legs slipped down the orc’s throat. The stomach walls surrounded him and hugged him tightly, rubbing their caustic juices over every part they could reach. Dr. Gurzob let out a contented sigh of relief. His food was finally all packed away. He lovingly stroked his hands over the bulge the man made in his gut. The feeling of fullness from consuming humans was pure ecstasy to him.


“Yes-” He hissed out as everything began to settle, despite his food’s squirms, “I- urrp. Excuse me” I apologize for any lack of clarity.” He said. With his focus finally turned away from eating, he could hear the muffled shouting coming from the squirming lump. “You see, while we did have a deal regarding my secret, we hadn’t quite worked out how you would repay me for interrupting me before I could finish relieving myself.” Dr. Gurzob eased himself down onto the exam table, cradling his gut.


The muffled shouts continued in reply, along with the futile fight for survival.


“Whatever it is you seem to be saying, please understand I cannot hear you. I don’t have any idea if you can even hear me in there. I haven’t tested that yet. But! I assure you, this is quite the fair deal. Your safety was maintained during the exam, and you got your physical report just as promised. Now, you’ll be replacing the full stomach I had to help me jerk off!” He patted his gut, no doubt to the annoyance of the occupant within, “So, I’d say we're perfectly square now, wouldn’t you?”


His meal thrashed violently. Hands and feet pressed outwards, as pointless punches and kicks stretched out the green flesh surrounding him with their shape. His food was clearly fighting with everything he had left. The doctor moaned happily. His gut hadn’t gotten a stretching this good in some time. With one hand on his gut the other gripped his cock.


“Rrrg, Yes, that’s right, squirm for me, food.” He grumbled softly, more to himself than to the human. He pumped his fist over his cock to the struggle of his prey. Occasionally he’d stop to press his dick against the sagging curve of his gut to let the desperate struggles of his living meal pleasure his dick directly. He pulled back his foreskin and let the pre-slickened, dark green head fall into the palm of his white latex gloves. His dick freely oozed pre-cum into his open hand, creating a small puddle. Dr. Gurzob’s cock had always been ready to start leaking like a faucet at the drop of a hat. It was the whole reason he kept a second pair of pants in his office. He would have been lying if he said he hated it. He gripped his dick once again, and smeared his homemade lube on as he jerked. It really did help where it mattered.


The bulge of Don had steadily begun to slow its squirms. Real fighters like him always did last the shortest. They would burn through their air far too quickly, and Gruzob was never able to pin down the trick of swallowing more air for them. He did wonder what it was like in there for his food. He did every time he digested one of his meals. He knew it was painful. That was simply a given. Acid hurt like hell, a plain truth. Then there was the heat. His gut would always feel incredibly warm from the outside during a meal like this. The combined body heat of two humanoids condensed to a small area had that effect. But to experience it, that’s what he couldn’t quite imagine. Especially when he factored in how tight it had to be. The shape of his food was fairly clear in definition, and that was through layers of muscle, fat, and skin. The actual walls of his stomach must have been nearly shrink-wrapped to his prey.


His hand picked up speed as he beat his cock. His meal was getting less and less lively by the second.


Inescapable fleshy walls, smearing every inch of his body with horrible stinging secretions. Was any corner of him spared from the burn of the stomach acids? He wondered. The doctor reasoned, though, that as the air wore thin, that fact probably faded into the back of his food’s mind. No, right now, his food was probably resorting to base instincts; Fight to survive, get more oxygen, don’t die. Simple guttural thoughts like that were most likely the last to survive as the brain was deprived of the oxygen it needed.


“Fuck!” The doctor panted as his gloved hand rapidly pistoned over the length of his dick. He could feel the meat in his stomach throwing in its last ditch effort. A set of five bulges starfished out from the curled ball, two hands, two feet, and a head. The meat pushed and fought with all its waning might. The bugles grew more defined as they stretched the skin as far as it could go.


Dr. Gurzob’s screwed shut eyes flung open. He looked down. His hand was still pumping away while the other cradled the back of his food. Panting with need and arousal, he saw it. On the top of his gut, the impression of a man’s face pushed out. Mouth clearly open in agony as it searched for the last breath it would never receive. Green skin valleyed out in the eye sockets and wide open mouth and peaked over the nose and lips. He stared intensely, watching the shape mouth desperately for air. Then, all at once, the limbs collapsed back upon themselves. The bulge compressed back to a fetal position and dropped. The limp body of the meat sagged his gut downwards against his cock.



Gurzob was pushed over the edge by the sudden weight dropping upon his arousal. The doctor threw his head back in silent ecstasy. He yanked his foreskin back. His balls tightened up to his body. Spurt after spurt of white, hot cum sprayed from his cock. Each shot silently splattered upon the tile floor.


It took a whole minute before his orgasm finally subsided. Dr. Gurzob was left breathing heavily and feeling completely drained while he sat in his afterglow. He finally released his cock and let the softening member flop between his legs. His messy hand joined the other against the under curve of his belly, smearing it with his seed. He breathed deep, and lifted the dead weight of his gut upwards. He held it there for a while, allowing himself to get accustomed to the feeling of the weight in his hands. Before he released, and his gut thudded back down into his lap.


The doctor sat for some time. He lazily stroked a gut over the curve of his gut while digestion had its way with the meat. It would still be a while before he was ready to leave. In time, the flesh would slough off the body. The muscles and connective tissue would be broken down. By the end it would just be a soup of chyme surrounding a heap of bones which once made a full skeleton. Even then, long after the digestive soup had been pumped into his intestines, his stomach would slowly work its way through the bones until there was nothing left. Just as it was meant to be.


In the meantime, however, the doctor had things to take care of. He slowly got back onto his own feet again. He took some exploratory steps to acclimate to this new center of gravity. Carefully, he collected the discarded clothes off the floor. Along with the papers he had printed out, he chucked everything into the waste bin. Lastly, he peeled the gloves off of his hands and threw them atop the pile of clothes. Once he was less conspicuous, he could bag all of that up and throw it out into the dumpster where it belonged. For now, the orc planned to relax and let his food properly digest this time. If he was lucky, he might even be able to get off a second time that night!


As Dr. Gurzob prepared to head to his office, he thumped his chest and released a building belch. On his breath, he could still somewhat smell and taste lingering remnants of the man he’d just eaten.


“Hm, while you were an unplanned second meal. I must admit, you were most definitely not unwelcome. Damn delicious, even!” He patted his stomach, “Now be good and digest, meat.”

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