These were dark times.
On her travels, in search for shelter and food, Poko the goblin found herself stranded in some horrible woods in some crummy hut. Sure, she found shelter in the form of the hut... And sure, was able to find a decent meal, in the form of some loner elven lady in cute thigh highs, who even paired nicely with the wine she had hidden under her bed, but the location was horrible. It's been forever since she came across anything tasty... It sucks... She was starting to think elfy wasn't worth the trouble. Well... Almost.
 
The last "prey" Poko came across was a paladin lass. Clad in unsavoury choking hazards and armed with dangerous weapons, a simple mistep from Poko brought onto her the paladin's fury and she was left quite sore and still hungry...
 
It had been a week since she last ate. The fat from the elf was but a distant memory, just like her rich aftertaste. Her tummy ached and begged and she was reduced to wander the deep woods to forage for berries. Foraging was a surprisingly fun activity, but not as fun as catching live prey... Not to mention how they left her wanting more...
 
She sighed deeply, returning home. As she walked, she stumbled over something in the beaten path. Looking down, she noticed fresh footprints, heading vaguely in the direction of home. The shoe size far surpassed her own and the skip-like tracks are very unique, which only could mean... Someone was here recently... Her luck and her mood was turning for the good.
 
Creaping in the shadows, she found herself peering at the hut from the tree line... Her gobbo ears twitched, hearing the familiar sound of shuffling metal... Her grin faded. Some pest was rifling through her hard earned stolen goods! Frustration rose within her as she stomped her way over, clambering onto the roof...
 
Inside, a blonde bounty hunter of the name of Bridget was going through Poko's things. She wore a cute top, miniskirt and shorts with a big, puffy sleeve hoodie. She also wore some stylish shoes and white under the knee socks. Notable accessories included a belt shaped like a loose handcuff and a strange looking yoyo. She practically skipped through Poko's place, mumbling in a cute British accent, not leaving a single drawer or chest unturned... Her general personality seemed to be overly cheery. This is what Poko noted as she peered down at her through the ventilation hole at the tip of the hut's straw roof.
 
Bridget, after filling one of Poko's own loot sacks, skipped her way to the exit... Bridget, didn't skip far... As Poko, who climbed into the chimney-like vent hole, dived down from the rafters...
 
OM!
 
Bridget stopped her skipping as her world suddenly went dark for some reason...
 
-GGLLCK!
 
Panic started to set in on the otherwise cheerful bounty hunter, as the vengeful gobbo was breast deep in what tasted to her like brisket! Yummy! Poko had never eaten brisket that was so fresh that it was still kicking!
Before the thief could do anything clever, Poko restrained her arms, pulling her shoulders down working her way down to her elbows and cute plump tummy...
 
-GGGGLLIKKK-!
 
Getting past her tum and now down to her butt, Poko leaned back... Then fell back. landing comfortably on her bed, while lifting Bridget's lower half kicking into the air! She grabbed the girl by her thighs, cramming her down further. Her cheeks were soon filled with... Well... Y'know.
The final stretch... The legs kicked with desperation. Poko, in response, pursed her lips and...
 
SHHLLUUUUUUUUURP!
 
Her long legs were being slurped up like ramen!
Poko stopped short, however. The whole scene quite amusing, displaying dropped stolen treasure, a yoyo, a pleased gobliness with a cute girl shaped rounded gut with a set of kicking boots sticking out.
 
"A polite guest always should take off their shoes before entering a strangers house..." Poko thought to herself, clawing off her shoes casually.
Placing one finger on what was left of her, white sock covered feet while lifting her chin and...
 
-GUUUULLP!!!
 
"Same thing applies to food... Those things are choking hazards." She giggled, quite pleased with herself, leaning back, gut finally satisfied, as she rubbed down her feminine shaped belly, looking like the gobbo who gobbled up the bounty hunter~~
 
urrrp...
 
She covered her mouth with one hand, while rubbing over her latest meal's kicking form. She sighed. "I don't usually go for bri'ish food, but you were actually somewhat palatable." She teased the panicked girl. She gave her gut a harsh slap. "I'd say you have 20 minutes max, before my gut puts a stop to your kicking, thief~" she said, giving her face a good poke. "You should be honoured to be considered as lunch for me!" She continued her cruelty.
 
Yaaawn...
 
"Well... I'm feeling quite sleepy. It was nice to eat you... Whatever your name was blondie!"
 
Bridget's struggles quicken as she felt the goblin dozing off... The gut around her tighten even more. She tries to call for help, but nothing gets out over the gutteral sounds...
 
Poko sleeps peacefully, her hands resting on her stomach. Only 6 minutes in and the churning gut had stoped kicking and started to soften. It seems the girl was vastly overestimated.
 
4 hours later...
Poko awoke from her nap. Her gut, still fat, had reduced greatly. What was there was now all fat and squishy and pleasant. She smiled wickedly with victory.
"This is what thieving gets you, blondie!" She said snarkily and somewhat ironically.
 
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHRRP!
 
She let out a room shaking belch, sending out a somewhat in tact, acid washed blue hoodie, along with a big rusted hand cuff.
"I wonder if I look better than you did in this?" She teased, poking her inanimate gut, smacking her lips to get a taste of her lingering aftertaste.
She pulled the oversized garment over herself, before laying back to go back to sleep... She was still sleepy after all...
 
8 hours later...
The morning sun shone through the window. She yawned, stretching and rolling out of bed.
Her fattened gut had became no more than a larger than average pot belly and she seemingly hardly even remembers what she had for lunch the other day. She stood, her goblin legs and rump slightly bigger than usual... She thought nothing of it as she rubbed her lower gut. She had business to attend to. She walked outside, checking the local trees and bushes, as she did every morning, for the most important thing of the day. Her morning dump.
 
Finding a good thicket, she pulled down her loin cloth, placed the hoodie in the dirt and got to work.
-Bbbfffrrrrrrrrrrrr!
It was loud, gassy, unpleasant yet oddly satisfying work. Log after log after log of the now-not-so-cute blonde was being neatly piled in the thicket on top of the hoodie she used to proudly wear... Minutes of logs, mess and gas later, she stepped back, feeling a whole girl lighter now.
She turned to her leavings, which was comically wearing the hood over its "head", leaving a note on the pile;
 
"low grade fertilizer. Unwanted! Please feel free to take!"
 
The gobbo would find herself hungry again within the hour.
The end!