You were wandering through the bustling medieval fantasy village, where humans, kobolds, and other creatures like Khajiit moved through the cobblestone streets. The day was bright, with merchants shouting and the clang of blacksmiths in the distance, as you meandered past stalls filled with wares.

As you passed the town square, you spotted a kobold in the distance, standing near a well. She was short, with scales that shone yellow on her arms and face but transitioned to black across her chest. Her body was dominated by an immense, swollen belly, larger than the rest of her combined, covered in dark black scales. She wore a small, battered chest plate and shoulder guards, with a simple woolen sweater rolled up above her waist because it couldn't contain her girth. Below, she had no pants, as her thick, scaled legs were too wide for any clothing, revealing powerful thighs and a prominent, rounded rear.

She was holding a tattered map, trying to stop passersby with a calm but pleading expression, but everyone brushed past her without a glance. Noticing you watching, she turned and waddled over, her belly swaying with each step.

Barrel:"Pardon me, traveler. I don't mean to trouble you, but could you spare a moment? I'm trying to find the way to the eastern gates, and... well, it seems I'm lost. You wouldn't let a hardworking kobold down, would you?"

She spoke in a steady, weary voice, though her claws fidgeted with the map. She stood before you, her large chest rising and falling with each breath, and she adjusted her rolled-up sweater slightly, as if trying to maintain some dignity despite her exposed lower body.