The Ogre and the Orc (with TheMatt)

[Lihocan]

High up in the old mountains, amid the forests of towering trees, lived an old, lonely ogre. He lived in a small cave, which he made comfortable enough, but he had little to occupy his time.

Few people ever came by his home, and if they did they were usually repulsed by his appearance and behavior and fled or tried to kill him. They never try to understand me, the poor ogre thought. If they only knew how gentle and caring I am... he wanted someone to care for. Somebody to be his baby.

[TheMatt]

When the giant ogre went on a walk in the mountains for food and fire wood for the night, he found something rather unusual lying by the tree. Upon approaching it, he found that it was an unconscious orc. Not just any orc, this orc wore warrior armor and was well built. It seems from this, he must've gotten knocked out cold and mugged since he didn't have his sword and shield.

[Lihocan]

"Ah, a poor orc lost from home." The ogre said looking over the unconscious warrior. "Its for the best he's lost his sword; I hate fighting."

He noticed how muscular and handsome the orc was. "My, my..." he cooed admiring his well-developed arms, thick abdominal and strong thighs under his armor. "And such a sweet face!"

Unconscious, the orc's features were softer and more child-like, enough that the ogre got an idea.

"Perhaps you'd like to come home with me? I can see you're just a sweet little softie under that tough exterior!" Gleefully taking his silence as an affirmative reply, the ogre hefted the orc over his shoulder (for even as a mighty strongman, the ogre towered over the orc) and began carrying him back to his cave.

[TheMatt]

Hours later, the sun has set and the only thing lighting the darkness was the fire that the big ogre started up. The orc slowly awoke , rubbing his sore head and looking around. "Where am I...?" he said still feeling a bit out of it. "What happened to my gear? My armor?" he called out not yet knowing the ogre nearby or the special garment he had on.

[Lihocan]

The ogre perked up from the stew he'd been preparing. "Oh, you're awake! Wonderful!" He skipped over to where the orc was lying by the fire.

"Hello, and welcome to my cave! I'm afraid I don't know what happened to your things- some scoundrel must have stolen them from you while you were asleep in the forest!- and your armor won't be needed while you're staying with me!" He grinned ear to ear, showing off huge, yellow teeth.

[TheMatt]

"Wait... what??" the orc yelled as he stood up. He looked up at the giant ogre who was more than twice his size. "I can't stay here, I must return to my clan!" He then froze as he felt something down there. "What I'm god's name am I wearing...?" he asked in a state of shock.

[Lihocan]

"Oh silly, its a diaper!" The ogre said as though it was the most obvious answer in the world. "And you're not going back to your clan for a long time, mister. You're going to be my new baby!" He clapped his hands and admired again the excellent job he'd done of fitting the muscular orc into the thick, absorbent garment.

[TheMatt]

"Y-you're baby...??" he stuttered out in complete shock at what he just heard. "No, this is impractical! I'm leaving right now!" he said in a rough loud voice and started to stride to the exit of the cave. His manly stride was actually an adorable waddle.

[Lihocan]

The ogre was confused and upset. Overtaking the orc's adorable attempts at striding, he blocked the entrance to the cave, his height dominating the orc's.

He crossed his arms and puffed his chest. "Now hold on there a minute, mister! You can't just leave! I don't know what you got away with back in your old life, but in this new one, you gotta listen to your daddy!" He pointed a finger over to the fire "And I say its time for dinner!"

[TheMatt]

"The hell I will!" the orc yelled and continued to stride, going between the giant ogre's legs and still heading for the cave exit. He apparently has too much pride to suddenly become a dimwit ogre's child.