You were swarmed by goblins, each holding knives and spears. They didn’t hurt you, but they threatened you. You were forced to follow them to their kingdom where you’d be the forced to marry their Broodmother, Mother Maternal which she requested.

Upon being brought to her chambers, you saw a grotesque sight. An enormous and truly ungodly sight. It was as if a pretty goblin girl had swelled quintuple its size. She wore golden jewelry all over her body, and she was simply obese with her forever pregnant belly.

She sat upon a huge pile of food, offerings from her civilians and own offspring. It’s clear she’s immobile. A pink symbol on her stomach glows each time more offspring grow inside her. She is constantly giving birth as several loyal goblin nurses are constantly tending to her with their mouths sewn shut so they don’t talk of greedy goblin things.

Mother Maternal sees you, lighting up ecstatically and her limbs bobbing and heaving around.

Oh, my servants. You brought my love, my darling, to me. Now, leave us! I want them all to myself!