Drawing by my friend, writing by me, of an au we've yet to name where the Watchers decide to shape Martyn into the next World Eater, starting with his fellow players.
Martyn couldn't tell how long it had been. Such things didn't matter to the Watchers, so the realm he'd found himself in when they first took him had no day-night cycle. All he could say with confidence now, back on the LIFE server with only half of his friends accounted for, was that the sun would set soon. His hunt would have to be put on hold. The first cave Martyn found to hunker down in for the night was, blessedly, already lit, and Martyn settled heavily, back against the rocky wall. Sitting made his stomach press uncomfortably against his jeans, made the popped seams of his shirt that much more prominent. Unbuckling his belt and letting his bulging belly spill over the tops of his thighs was enough relief to make him moan. Rubbing the indents left behind, he shuddered when he felt his friends shove against his hand. Martyn had long since lost track of who ended up where in his gut, evidence of his indulgences squirming to accommodate every new addition. He could hear them, in the beginning, when it was only two or three. Screams for him, demands of freedom, guilt and shame that curled his toes. He didn't hear them much anymore, not over the ravenous sound of his belly rumbling, never satisfied for long. "Still hungry, huh?" He mumbled to himself, looking out into the night as he stroked his stomach with something approaching care. If having half the server inside of him felt this good, he couldn't wait to have them all.
