Hoglah awoke to a broom handle poking her stomach with each poke produceing a prodigiously unholy stink of farts that smelled like Limburger cheese. She awoke in a snap pulling the broom into the air and shattering it in her grip, then looking into the eyes of her attacker and finding...the most placid Amber orange eyes she had ever seen peering up from the titty she had squished them against. Relinquishing the tiny doll-like figure revealed a french maid’s dress and calm demeanor despite the body odor body slam Hoglah had given her she merely calmly unrumpled her dress, brushed a strand of naturally honey blond hair behind her ear and struck a maid-ly pose before Hoglah noticed she was leading an entire procession of people, mostly children.

Hoglah saw that they had been taught to cover their eyes so as not to see her unsightly presence and she said “Pardon me a moment, I’ll give you as much decency as is possible with this body.” Her bear’s head dress was now pauldron sized on her new body. It had three enormous streamers the colors of neon pink, Chartreuse green and arsenic yellow. The fur color had become aubergine and a third eyehole had opened up. It looked as if it had returned dead, but as nothing resembling a bear, or maybe some kind of pig bear. It’s many teeth floated in gums looking as if they were made of candy gummies and the eye holes were occupied by similar looking gummies. Each eye a single color unlike the gums, left an arsenic yellow, centrally a chartreuse green and on the right a neon pink the same as the streamers. The strange creature had risen into the air like a jellyfish as soon as the maid looked at it.

*Whistle* Here Tourmaline!” The creature lolled it’s tongue out silently besides squishing sounds, the tongue made of the same jelly material as the gums and ribbons. The creature landed with a wet slap on Hoglah’s shoulder and made a sad expression before she patted it on the head and said “I know baby, you are still growing, you can leave my neckline, belly and back exposed, drink up as much as you can. No armpit covering ever, remember.”

Without missing  a beat the creature begins to wrap around her body as if a bandage pretending to be an empress’ dress, it simply billowed out over her impossible to cover sexual organs. Though it still couldn’t reach to the ground on her wide two meter tall body, it ended in a perfectly symmetrical line. Hoglah lifted a naked enormous foot and said “Gonna need to figure out some damn shoes, a crown and a scepter to be a proper empress...I can HUUOOO, *HUFF* *HUFF* cover my hair cut now though.” She reached a hand into her dress and with a wet queefing sound pulled out something resembling a green gem toothpick with a string of snot looking pink slime attached.

This was Tongue’s former master Bedroom and the night Hoglah had just spent with her mother had occurred on his bed. Hoglah flicked the toothpick across the room and into Citrine’s beauty supplies, with a flick of her wrist she’d hooked something and snatched it back. An ornate whale bone hair comb gaudily covered by gems. “What a waste of a whale, it’s spirit is still furious after all these years...shush momma Whale, be the eyes in the back of my head and I’ll get you your vengeance...Yes, I will, thank you. You’ll be the backbone of the crown when I make it so to speak...heh, backbone...oh yes, I have a terrible sense of humor, you’ll just have to deal with it” Hoglah then blew on the comb which aged to her signature yellow color in seconds and the gems set in it’s spiral settings fell to dust and were replaced by the green toothpick and the snot slipped onto the tines which absorbed it and became neon pink. Hoglah’s hair began to levitate as the comb zipped around like a hummingbird. Her hair quickly styled into something much too beautiful in comparison to her piggy face. An ornate braided mohawk style bouffant that left her bangs a huge messy pompadour that clashed with the rest of her hair in front, though it was definitely Hoglah’s style. A little salute her mother’s style took the form of thick loose hanging curl that hung cutely over one eye and was swept behind her piggy ear. Her braid extended far off the back of her head like a pickaxe of a braid. It had all three of her colors braided together, the ends of the curls appears almost like skeletal hands, the pink tines of the comb having imparted a pink to the bouquet of her hair braid. The comb’s work was done, it slipped quietly into the braid on the back of her head. Hoglah’s hair was absolutely massive so despite only being two meters tall she looked a third of a meter taller just because of her hair.

Hoglah turned around with a flourishing twirl revealing the countenance of the Moblin empress and a loud splash of sexual fluids hitting the ground, she was excited to see that Amber eyed girl completely stricken with lust, she gave a wide and toothy grin still a little subconscious of the fact her breasts were still so small. They were hovering between B and C-cups, the fact she had ten of them did little to boost her insecurity. She was still growing after all. 

Nothing. Those honey orange eyes remained unimpressed after the whole show! Hoglah was more than a little hurt, so she stomped her foot like a child and turned to tucking her bloated mother into bed. She was more than a little happy her mother wasn’t looking like a skeleton anymore even if now she was looking like a blimp. She called out over her shoulder to the girl. “We’re decent now, they can look, what do you want?”

My name is Melamine, we’re Tonguesten Lankashire’s employees, unlike the others we seem to be unaffected by this yellow fog in the mansion. We surmise it is because we are pious people free from sin...Are you a demon?” she quizzes.

Hoglah responds by saying with a sigh“And then some...normally I’d call you liars but you’ve been breathing my farts this whole time and aren’t affected.” Hoglah snaps her head up and starts scanning the girl and her group for some kind of reaction to her disgustingness, but they remained cautious and politely reserved, she was impressed. 

“We know that you have likely come to punish Tonguesten, and while we are not guiltless for receiving the benefits of such a despicable man we were merely trying to live. We beg you to release us from this punishment.” A fatty elbow land heavily on her shoulder. “Lady, you are so hot, you remind me of myself from a very long time ago. I had to plead me case to a scary God-like being too. “ She lift the girl’s chin to meet her gaze and is filled with sadness, for the first this girl’s stern expression betrays an innate sympathy. Hoglah pushes her away and asks. “How’d you get the kids so well behaved Mel, can I call you Mel?”  The young maid responds. “Yes, you may call me Mel, Jerome here is the estate pastor, he and I are wed and we have tried to lead the people you see here to be as good to one another as they can be under Tongue’s thumb.” A Lanky, plain, but cute man with Pince Nez glasses and long hair parted in the middle appears and simply waves with a smile.

“Cute, what do you need and where will you go?” Hoglah says while collapsing into a chair which instantly crashes to the floor under her weight and caused an explosion of sexual fluids. She simply crosses her legs and pretends it didn’t happen while looking thoughtfully with a hand pressed to her chin. Mel holds her strangely quiet husband's hand and says “We need four of the estates’ eight carriages and almost the entire pantry, we’re guessing you have something to do with the upside down lightning strikes so we’re going to avoid the coast and head for the church lands...your Empress?” Hoglah frowned. “Empress is perfect, thank you. Why the church lands, as I’m sure you understand we Moblins are unusual, rare and young, so I'm unfamiliar with the world's geography. I beg you don’t stay in the Church lands. Good call on avoiding the coast, gonna get messy out there soon.” Hoglah looked into the middle distance and cracked her knuckles.  Mel looked confused “Why should we avoid the Church lands? Beyond them are the Stone Tribes and the continent of Kishes, we might be welcome, but we’d have no idea how to fit in or economic means.”

Hoglah rubbed her forehead in concern. These people obviously couldn’t stay with her, THEY WERE ACTUALLY GOOD PEOPLE! That was a commodity rarer than diamonds to Hoglah and she instantly liked them...and intended to use them. “I will make you a deal for your freedom. Do not question it! Yes or No. I will free you with all that you request, but...if something goes wrong as I have warned you of, in spirit seek me out. I will avenge your deaths, but your bodies will belong to me, do you accept? If nothing goes wrong for you in the Church lands you will never likely cross my path again.

A long silence and conference transpires before the pious citizenry accepted her terms. As they departed Hoglah felt an ache in her chest..she knew the hearts of religious leaders and she worried what having been spared by the soon-to-be world order shaking Moblin Empress would mean for those people. Still there was little she could do for them as she watched their wagons pull out from the window. She’d told them she’d send any pious people she found their way once she took over the town, the mountains and the coast. Mel and her group had paled at that, but nodded in acceptance. As she turned away from the window with the sound of her bare belly streaking on the glass she noticed something.

“You aren't going with your friends?” She asked the man who’d been standing with the group, but hadn’t joined them. He was a tall old man who still had enormous presence despite looking well into his 80’s and a scarred, missing right eye which he simply held shut rather than wear an eye-patch. He spoke with a very even keel that made you feel very worried for some reason. 

“No, I’m not like them, I’m quite evil.”

Feixe

The Avalaches - Since I left you inspired this chapter. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wpqm-05R2Jk&list=PLwIWw0qVyC4j-0H7ylS9I8VHQldcAIl0d&index=4&ab_channel=TheAvalanchesVEVO