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Greedy Goblin Girl Grows Girthy 18 We dressed as quickly as we could to resist the cold seeping through the house. I donned my typical attire of dress-and-smock capped with my big hat. As for Gobbo, her habit eluded all logic. It was just a single piece of loose, brown fabric tied about with string to cinch it in place around her waist. There was no stitching to be seen, merely holes torn for her arms, head, and hips. In fact, was she wearing an empty flour bag? My flour bag? The nerve. No small wonder she was still shivering, then. The bag was fraying, and barely large enough for her plump body now that she was growing fat on my baking. Her chubby, stumpy little thighs bulged from the bottom of the bag like overgrown radishes, and her orblike posterior had become so massive, it was pushing free of the makeshift flour bag. And not to mention the two mounds bulging from her chest! She had stolen a large helping of the Milker’s Formula I’d brewed and drank myself… But none of that mattered to
