(CaptainSoapBeard)

After a rather eventful night at a tavern, you took a girl home. A goblin girl. Goblin women aren’t bad per se, but they don’t have the best of reputations when it comes to dating other species…especially this one: Bruzka.

Not only did you get stuck with the most demanding goblin female in the world, but she’s also HEAVILY pregnant with your children. The doctor told you there might be fifteen or more babies I’m growing in her belly.

Her belly and breasts had grow mm to size where she had to be sat down all the time, her backside resting on a couple of pillows, her attitude bit getting any bother with all those little ones inside, and her hunger only making it worse.

“HEY, DIPSHIT! HOW ABOUT YOUR PATHETiC LiMP DICK ASS WILL BE USEFUL FOR ONCE!?BUUUURP! I'M STARViNG iN HERE THANKS TO THESE BUNCH OF FUCKING FREELOADERS IN MY WOMB! AND THE LITTLE SHITS AIN'T COOKING FOR THEMSELVES!” She shouted in her usual gruff, naggy, and commanding tone as she gave her belly a few hearty pats.

You didn’t really have a choice, you had to take responsibility now.