Thulka marched down the rolling hill, intent on selling her looted goods to the humans. There was absolutely no reason for her not to; the weight of her magnificent plunder would be unbearable for an extended journey. Worst of all, a full load meant that she all new plunder would go to waste!
A good half an hour passed before the ogress found herself at the edge of the humble human hamlet. A few dozen tiny thatched roof cottages speckled the forest clearing in which the town laid, their monotony broken every so often by shops or merchant stalls. Judging by their size and sparsity, Thulka estimated that their had to be around a hundred inhabitants of this place. Most surprising of all was the village's defenselessness; from her position, she saw no semblance of the law. A perfect target for a pillage, if only she had the will to do so.
Intrigued by this undefended village, Thulka made her way into the village with booming stomps. There was no real gate for her to pass through; only a larger opening between two houses with a sign that said "Welcome!" clued her in. Dust flew into the air with each aggravated stomp, leaving a thick brown cloud behind her. It was not a subtle entrance, nor a particularly friendly one, but she knew it was for the best. If they were to be hostile, at least she would know before she wound up trapped in the village center.
That was the plan, at least. A finely sharpened spear found its way to her midsection as her foot passed the first building, stopping just before it finished its deadly thrust. Two more appeared in an instant, holding fast at her neck and chest before the stunned woman could reach for ol' Head-Smasherizer. Standing beside her were three men, decked out in leather armor and wielding the spears the held her in place. From their posture, it was clear they weren't out for her blood, but they were by no means friendly.
"Raaaaaaaaaaaawr!" she roared in defiance. "Let me free, you stinking humans!"
In most cases, her ear-splitting roar was enough to send people running, but these men did not move an inch.
"Hold still, you bloody ogress, our mage will be here shortly to verify you," the man jutting her stomach said.
Her anger unabated, she bellowed out another roar, once again to no affect. A tense minute passed as Thulka and her captors stared each other down, both hoping the other would grant them a chance to strike out. Alas, the moment never came.
"Alright, alright, I'm here," said an aged voice from behind the ogress. "Oh my, she's quiet a big one, isn't she?"
Craning her head around, Thulka's eyes met with the source. It was an older looking gentleman, face wrinkled like an old raisin and balder than a newborn. His brown robes were etched with countless arcane symbols, the most prominent of which was a symbol of a glowing hog. Without warning, the man raised his left hand and shoved it into Thulka's pudgy gut. An unintelligible whisper of magical escaped from his withered lips. A pulsing warmth radiated from his palm, tickling her stomach. She would have laughed, if not for being so furious.
"Let's see," the wizard began, "From what my 'Composition' spell can tell, she's not eaten humans. All this fat's from a mule."
"I-it's not fat! I'm just digesting a meal from earlier..." she said, embarrassed. Ogres were renowned for their great strength, not their great girth.
"Bull!" the wizard shouted as he slapped the flesh, causing her pudgy fat to jiggle. "A stuffed stomach wouldn't jiggle like that."
"Why, I aughta k-"
"Quiet, both of you!" the man poking her stomach shouted. "Now then, Ogress, since you haven't eaten any humans, you..."
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