No, seriously. Being able to eat your opponents would just make them too powerful.

Lovely commission by  Bloodread

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Zemik crouched behind the rocks around the coastline of Seal Rock. He had to keep an eye out in case the judges spotted him in the combat zone. He had been banned from entering the contests for several reasons but primarily because he took the fighting a little too far. What this meant was the Hrothgar’s blue and gray belly sagged down through his loose, open-front shirt and collected sand from the beach as his crouch made it sweep along the ground heavily. More than a foot taller than most men and with a titanic amount of bulk, he was hardly suited to sneaking around; he would have to find some more reliable shelter if he wasn’t going to get caught. His large, wide paws were suited to the loose sand but his weight nullified the snowshoe effect and made them plunge into the soft ground like a mattress. He moved as quickly as he could to the seaside caves to hide. He knew there were a few control zones in there that the competitors would need to capture so he’d see plenty of action if he hung around. Grinning to himself, his tongue licked over his rows of sharp teeth in anticipation of what would surely be a delicious battle.

The crashing of the waves echoed around the rocky walls of the cave, providing good noise cover. Zemik brushed his underbelly to get the sand off and shook his paws. He scouted around a bit; the fight hadn’t started yet so he had a good amount of time to find an ambush spot. With a frame so large he wouldn’t do well hiding behind anything here so he would have to rely on the dim lighting. He spotted a control zone ahead of him; a glowing blue stone pillar called a Tomelith, sparking with runic symbols. He didn’t intend to actually capture the zone, rather, he would wait for other fighters to come in where he would pounce upon them and gobble them up! He took refuge a small distance away from the Tomelith and listened through the echoing waves for the sound of the fanfare signaling the beginning of the contest.

The trumpeting invoked a Pavlovian drool from Zemik’s mouth as he got excited for the feast. It’s not like he was ruining the competition; he was just another challenge for the fighters to overcome. Granted he had not been beaten up to this point, mostly because he picked fights with novices. But this way, he was able to gorge himself on his fill of mages, fighters and rogues with minimal effort. He heard the sound of someone entering the cave, their leather boots scuffling along the sandy rock. Zemik lowered himself to decrease his silhouette slightly as the sound of his prey drew nearer. A fluffy-eared Miqo’te bounded around the corner before the chamber containing the Tomelith. His fair skin reflected the dim light leaking in from the cave entrance but his deep blue hair was shadowed. From experience Zemik knew that Miqo’te were unfortunately perceptive. His tail flicked as he got ready to pounce quickly. Luckily, this one seemed a little dim, his scholar’s tome tucked under his arm as he beelined straight for the Tomelith. He raised his hand to the stone and the runes flashed, beginning to channel energy into the young fighter. Zemik used this as a distraction to circle around behind the feline. He drew himself up to his full, imposing height and gave a guttural rumble to surprise the Miqo’te. The young boy jumped and spun around, whipping his book open.

But Zemik knew the kid was no match, he strutted forward, his belly gurgling threateningly, his tongue moistening his lips as he salivated looking at the little morsel, “should be more careful kid, you never know when someone’s gonna jump ya.”
The scholar looked very scared but he steeled himself, raising his book, his eyes glowing as he summoned a bolt of acid to fling at Zemik. The magic was very rudimentary, so lacking in energy that Zemik didn’t bother dodging as the tiny blob of acid plinked off his shoulder, not even sizzling his fur. He loomed over the petite cat, his giant paw reaching out to grasp them as he chuckled menacingly. The Miqo’te’s feet were faster than his wit though, Zemik’s paw got a few strands of blue hair as the feline dipped under his grasp and danced away a few feet, summoning another pitiful spell.
Zemik enjoyed playing with his food, “aw come on, you don’t wanna make me mad ya little mouthful~”
The kid’s fireball puffed into smoke against his belly which jiggled slightly in response, Zemik placed both hands on the swell of his round belly and rumbled up a ball of gas, inhaling and BUUUUORRRRRRRRRPing in the Miqo’te’s face. The scholar was quickly losing morale in this hopeless fight, his eyes darted back towards the exit of the chamber. His ears flattened as he streaked towards the light of escape but a sticky lash whipped around his ankle and made him fall sorely to the ground.
A trick Zemik had learned from the toads he had devoured. His slobbering tongue was magically elongated and wrapped around the kid’s foot, tethering him to the gigantic beast of a Hrothgar.
This kid panicked and tried to plead, “h-hey! Wait! You win! Just let me surrender!” he squeaked, trying to pull himself away.
Zemik’s maw dripped saliva as he wrapped his words around his engorged tongue, “ain’t no respawning where you’re going little guy~” he leaned back to reel his catch in, his hands slapping his gut with a deep blop blop blop.
“No! Wait! This isn’t supposed to happen!” The scholar flung a few desperate spells at Zemik but they all dashed against the rocks behind him. The meaty hand closed around the lithe Miqo’te’s torso and hoisted him up. Zemik’s biceps were almost as big as the boy’s whole body so he was like a ragdoll in Zemik’s grasp. The tongue flicked back into the predator’s mouth and he brought the kid close to his face, running his snout along the scholar’s chest and inhaling.
“Mmmm mmm mmm~ nothing like fresh caught adventurer~” his giant fangs filled the boy’s vision as he licked a line of drool over the Miqo’te’s face. The kid whimpered and wriggled, unable even to move let alone cast spells as he was immobilized in Zemik’s grip.

“Any last words before you become Hroth’ fat?” Zemik taunted, flopping onto his large ass and resting his meal on his stomach.
“Please let me go!” the cat wailed.
“Good enough~” Zemik opened his mouth as wide as he could, ever so slowly lowering the boy inside like a rabbit into a trap.
“No no no!!” he squealed. Zemik felt his weak little arms struggling to move, his book fell out of his hand and plopped into Zemik’s throat. The hrothgar gulped it down all the same.
“Hehehe~ thanks for the appetizer. Magic power feels great in my gut.” Zemik shoved the scholar’s feet into his gullet, giving him a push, he sank in up to his waist, his legs kicking the inside of the predator’s esophagus. Another push and only his head stuck out of Zemik’s jaws. The kid took one last cry before he plunged into Zemik’s stomach, the jaws finally snapping shut behind him, promising no chance of escape. Zemik reclined, satisfied as he idly stroked over his now struggling belly. Like a cat in a bag, the Miqo’te made Zemik’s gut dance around, bouncing off of the cushioning fat layer around his stomach. Zemik sloshed his tummy back and forth to encourage the kid, the disturbance making him GUUUUURRRRRP. He snickered wickedly as he rolled on top of his stomach, lying belly-down he felt the tiny Miqo’te struggle under his full weight. He massaged his stomach on the ground, working his prey like a meat tenderizer. The struggles got weaker and weaker until, with a last URRRRRRP, the kid ran out of breath and fell into an endless sleep. Just in time as Zemik’s ears perked up at the sound of more guests.

The competitors came in quicker and quicker as the battle went on. The other control points were captured, leaving just Zemik’s one left. Each time, a different fighter would come in, but they all ended up in his gut just the same. Cheap swords bounced off his protective blubber, arrows couldn’t pierce his bulky flesh, and magic was Zemik’s favorite snack. Those outside the cave heard the periodic screams of another meal dunking into Zemik’s belly followed by a ravenous belch. But there was no other option, the last Tomelith was inside that cave which was rapidly being swallowed up by Zemik’s inflating body. He had been well over 600lbs to start with, now with over 40 individuals digesting away inside him, he had ballooned into an elephantine blob of obese Hrothgar. His blue stripes were stretched over the sloshing calorie sacks that were his chest and arms. All the muscle tone was swaddled in blubber, making him a smooth, roll-packed parade float of a beast. His bloated face was dripping slobber as each meal only made him more hungry. His tongue was stimulated with all kinds of flavors from the different races and classes. There was the odd clink in his belly as two pieces of metal armor or weaponry jostled against each other before being dissolved into more calorie gunk by his magically enhanced gut. All the magical power fed into him and granted him even more energy for his spells. He finished stuffing down a soldier and a dancer that had tried to sneak past him while he was busy enjoying a Roegadyn. He could feel his belly swelling up against the walls of the chamber now. The Tomelith had been caught between his moob cleavage and was sinking into his fat like an island being consumed by the sea. Zemik grinned and plucked it out, dangling it over his mouth like a slab of rock candy.
“So close guys~ too bad you can’t capture anything as fat slop~” he casually tossed the power stone down his throat, adding it to the magic soup inside him. He BURRRRRRRRROOOPPPed out a large cloud of blue gas as the Tomelith shuddered inside him, cracking and spilling its energy into his stomach. His gut gurgled and churned. He URRRROOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRPed and BOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRPed as the whole cave rumbled. His body beginning to grow larger and larger as the mana surged into his gut, not only inflating him with calories but digesting everything inside him in seconds, causing his body to suddenly explode with fat. The walls of the cave cracked and splintered, the rocks on the cliffs outside falling off like an earthquake. With a final, earth-shattering GGGGGGUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP, Zemik burst out of the cave, sending boulders flying into the sea with huge crashing splashes. The adventurers who were too nervous to enter the cave were all gathered outside, fleeing from the destruction and the rain of catapult-like rocks. Zemik turned on them like a monster surveying a city, with his belly now empty and magic pouring from his eyes, he laughed evilly.

The water from the sea rose into the air, forming a huge ball above Zemik out of which tendrils suddenly lashed, snatching the fleeing fighters in all directions. They yelped and were pulled high into the air, plunging into the watery sphere hovering above Zemik’s titanic form. There were still plenty of people left to eat, each one of them was stuffed into the water like fish in a barrel.
Zemik couldn’t resist taunting them a little, “there’s no escape you tiny chickens~ you’ll all make me grow even fatter until I swallow every last person in Hydaelyn!”
The water pulled them back every time they tried to swim out of the ball and escape. They swirled around inside the watery hurricane, bumping into each other as the mass of prey grew larger and larger.
“So many tasty snacks! My appetite is insatiable!” Zemik roared, his moobs swelling as he grunted in huge breaths, glowing blue steam leaking from his mouth, “I’m starving! I need to EAT and EAT and EAT! You need to FEED ME!! RRRHHAAAAAAA!” his maw spread wide enough to devour an ocean liner as the water ball disgorged into him. The fighters all tumbled down with it, a rushing river of food and water that plunged into Zemik’s maw. His belly was filled in an instant and creaked as it stretched larger. He grew larger than the cliffs as his body gloonked and blomped sloshily full of liquid. His belly was like a waterbed the size of a castle, a tonnage of lard stretched over enough water to fill a lake. His ass swallowed up the rocks, crushing the rest of Seal Rock as the predator grew mercilessly bigger, fatter and hungrier. He gulped and gulped, each huge swallow of water and meat entering his gut with a blombp and adding another foot to his girth. His hide was like rubber, creaking and groaning as it was forced to contain more and more weight. His belly had totally smothered the beach and was starting to dip into the ocean, the waves crashing against it like a dam and making it jiggle even more. He never wanted the feeding to stop, he had grown so large that his former body would have disappeared under one of his many flab rolls. More more MORE he thought! Watching the ball of water draining but doing nothing to sate his desire to eat and grow.

All too soon it was over. Zemik was a totally beached whale, though beached whales would more likely be a snack to him. He had engorged to the size of a town, sloshing, wobbling and belching as he totally covered Seal Rock and the beach around it. His body was so full of magic he couldn’t stop UUURRRRRAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPing out huge clouds of magical gas that leaked off him like a sea mist. His belly was a giant sloshing ball of mostly water, spreading out into the sea and forming an artificial reef that waves could break against. The vibrations made him belch even louder. His ass formed more than a hill against the fields behind Seal Rock; two mountainous blobs of fat which swallowed up the grass, a deep, perilous valley in between. His face had swollen into a palace of lard inside which his thick snout sat as a proud throne, constantly blasting out magical burps. He grinned after a particularly giant belch that left his vision swimming in moist blue gas, there was no denying now that he was the best predator in Hydaelyn, and probably the fattest mage too. He doubted there was anything the judges could do to move his magnificently corpulent body off the site; they’d probably need an aetheryte crystal as big as an airship. He couldn’t wait to see them try so he could swallow that crystal too and grow fatter than the moon! He let loose another belch and wobbled his arms, feeling his chest slop against his belly, the calories digesting inside and turning him into an even fatter, blobbier goliath of obesity. He was HUNGRY. So much power needed so much food as he growled, wishing there had been ten times as many prey to feed him. He eyed some ships far out in the sea hungrily and gathered up his magic. The tides suddenly rose as a rip formed in the water, the currents pulling the ships closer towards the bottomless food void of a Hrothgar…