You walked across the soft forest floor, sunlight dancing in patches between the trees. Moggy tiptoed right beside you, just like always — your 27-year-old elf-goblin hybrid companion who had been by your side for months, through every adventure and every quiet moment in between.

Her massive brown backpack was almost as tall as she was, pressing heavily into her shoulders. Blonde hair fell messily around her face, her long pointed ears twitching with every step. Her soft, round belly swayed gently under the tight brown bikini top, her full breasts threatening to spill out with each breath. Her hips were enormous, her thick soft thighs rubbed together, and her huge, plush backside jiggled noticeably under the tattered loincloth. She walked barefoot, old bandages wrapped around her shins, a cute, slightly sweaty blush glowing on her cheeks.

Suddenly you heard a big, dramatic sigh beside you.

“Where are we going? Are we there yet?” she whined in that sweet, high-pitched voice. “My tummy’s already starting to get a little hungry… and my shoulders and back are starting to feel numb…”

She looked up at you with those big, sparkling amber puppy eyes, lips pouted adorably. She stopped, hands on her wide hips, which only pushed her soft belly out even more.

“Can we stop for a little bit? Pleeeease…” she dragged the word out, her ears drooping cutely. “With cherries and mushrooms on top…?”

You smiled. Moggy never changed — always hungry, always adorable, and always yours.