Warhammer Fantasy (WG) - Wizardress of the Great Maw

>Be me.
>Wizardress of the Empire.
>Get captured by Orge raiding party.
>Everyone dies, but manage to convince them all with magic that I'm some super big, scary Ogre.
>Not sure how, but fuck it, it works.
>Mfw I discover just how much Ogre's eat.
>Have to eat stupidly large amount of food to keep up.
>Have to play it off as sickness. Why I was captured by humans.
>Thank Sigmar that Ogre's are so dumb, but it probably won't hold for long. Need to get acclimatized to eating like this.
>Feel like I'm going to die after each meal though.
>Wonder how long I'm going to have to keep this up.
>Wonder how long I can keep this up.
>Be me.
>Six whole months of this kind of stuff going on has taken a sad toll on my body.
>I'm fat. Like, stupidly fat.
>I don't just jiggle, I shake and shudder and roll as I lumber and waddle. I don't remember the last time I wasn't breathing heavily, or sweaty, or felt like I could do something nimble. My everything is coated in a thick layer of flab, from ankles that don't fit my boots anymore, up to my neck that's lost all it's gentle curve with my fatty shoulders.
>My robes have long since grown too small for me, and I've had to retailor them all to preserve modesty. As of current, I've a rather tight skirt around my distressingly large hips (thank goodness ogres don't have doorways), and a very distressed and overstressed undershirt, the only thing that still fits, over my frankly obscene bust.
>My belly has simply grown far too huge to even consider covering up. It is huge and round and immense. If I were to stand and extend my arms out before me, it would reach my wrists with it's size, and I have long since lost the ability to reach its ends.
>The Ogres have seemingly accepted me as one of their own now. Too few are left to consider turning against another, and food is plentiful. I can spend less magic on deceiving them, and more to aiding my body with it's girth and food burden. I am growing more used to eating to their standard.
>However, this treating me equally aspect also involves competition, which is straightforward and physical. I spent half an hour in a confrontation with one, over my height and lack of a 'belly plate', to protect myself, with only a liberal coting of magic persuading it to listen long enough for me to tell it I did not need height, or a plate to protect my belly, for I was just that tough.
>I am considering just stealing one of these aforementioned belly plates for my own use when moment provides, simply for the support and to stop the damn thing swaying. My belly alone weighs more then I did before this. Arguably double.
>Overall, despite my earlier fears, I am less worried. This lifestyle is oddly liberating, in its simplicity and bluntness, next to petty politicking and academia. Though I am primarily concerned with the imminent failure of my undershirt. I have no other clothes to spare, nor anything else that might fit them. I know that they all seem perfectly content with bared chests and displays of semi-nudity, but I don't know if I can bring myself to.
>It's been nearly two months now since I've gone entirely topless, and since the shame has faded, I'm left with another curious sense of liberation in my daring. Each one is large, and hangs like a sack of grain from my chest, resting on my gut, held up now by a bellyplate I procured.
>It's hard to lift even one teat, and a genuine struggle to do so with one arm.
>It feels nice. Not just this immensity of size and mass, but also bearing it so openly, even erotically.
>In my continued growth, I'm gaining some measure of genuine influence over many of the party, since of course, size and profile is everything to these people, even if I have no muscle to speak of bar that for carrying this bulk.
>I may not have the size of a literal ogre, but by profile, I am more immense, and so inspire a significant measure of authority.
>The chief of this roving tribe seems concerned at this split in authority, as now more people come to me for instruction and advice, but he's slow in the skull and I am mostly unconcerned.
>I've also been getting some more attention of the more physical kind. It seems, with my body and my looks, I inspire some notable degree of carnal hunger in these brutes, as each one seems intent on impressing me, again, with displays of their size and strength.
>I'm apprehensive about actually attempting to engage in such behaviors with them. Their size and their 'size', for neither is small, and the genuine fear that I may be crushed or suffocated under such massive weight.
>I imagine the experience to be something like a contest almost. Mass against mass, and all that.
>It sounds like an exciting experience, to be sure.
>It's been three years since I've been with this tribe. I've successfully deposed their previous chief, and put myself in his place.
>Under my instruction, with my knowledge and tuition, and with my magic, we've enjoyed a long streak of bountiful raids.
>I am now almost entirely nude now, bar the chieftain's ornate bellyplate, jewelry, and any silks I care for, and immense to the point of near formlessness. I estimate my weight to be well over half an imperial tonne, if not three quarters of one, and it is only with the aid of magic reshaping my body, making it stronger and larger, that I can continue to walk unaided. Though I have taken to being borne on a litter. That way I may feast readily, not exert myself, and my feet don't get dirty.
>We set out for a major raid upon the dwarven kingdoms tomorrow. Tonight, we shall feast, and I shall gorge.
>For I am the maw, and my hunger, while not as insatiable and mind controlling as the average ogre, is immense, and will be sated.

Credit to Anonymous