“Mmm… More snacks? Reh-he-he Rek like… Rek really like!”

You couldn’t simply have turned him away. It’d been a good long while since you’d found that poor kobold in your basement, having come through that crack in the wall. Cold, dirty, and above all else, unbearably thin. The poor thing was half dead you found him - you knew that if most folk had seen a pest of a monster like him slink through their walls, they would’ve either tossed him out or killed him for the bounty on Kobold’s put out by the King - but, the kobold was most lucky that he slipped into somewhere as hospitable as yours.

You took the limp, weary form upstairs, giving him the most comfortable bed you had - and, as his weary form lay there, you fed him. And, after that, you had him bathed, and you fed him again. And again. And again. Fed him plenty, in fact. You were not hurting for food, after all, the harvest from the town had been kind, and the wealth from your family name gave you means to be generous.

You doubted that he - or any kobold, for that matter, had eaten so pleasantly before. Hams, fruits, pies, sweet rolls and all sorts of delicious things became known to the dreary, ill creature, who quickly came back to health. After a week of caring for him, and pampering him though… you couldn’t simply turn him away now, could you?

And so, within another week, you were sure he would never fit through that crack in the wall the came from. A week after that, his portions had doubled, along with his size. Another week, and his scaly stomach sprawled out from his form, firmed up by the belly plates into a pronounced ball. Another week, and his stomach’s growling became ever-present, even when he slept - so, you fed him as he dozed…

Another month, and he hardly moved from his bed, his beyond bloated stomach proving too burdensome to carry, and his appetite too great to let him leave his seated position in preparation for the next meal. And, finally, with that last month, the corpulent kobold was moved back into the basement for the sake of your floorboards. The basement had been tided up since that first night, and made perfect for your beloved, rounded Rek…

And once the servants plopped his enormous, wobbling self on his plush - yet not as plush as himself - mattress down there, as as you lay against his comfortable, warm stomach, listening to his grumbles and gurgles, rubbing his scaled stomach as you fed him more and more - you simply knew your darling Rek was never going to heave himself up from that spot…

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As is the case with all of these personal pieces, I had a blast writing the story to go along with this. Interesting, isn’t it, to have the kobold being pampered instead of serving some corpulent master?

I realize I haven’t posted that many drawings of kobolds in the past, but I am most pleased to have drawn this one a couple weeks back, and perhaps I’d better do some more kobolds in the future! Anyhow, as always, I hope you all enjoyed seeing this swollen scaly fellow flaunt his size.