Who knew that breakfast with a duo of lonely goblin women could be so...sensual?

"Maaa! You're gonna scare the poor boy, it's only his second day with is!" Val, your plump, fun-sized host mother scolded in a nasally fashion; her enormous green rack squeezed into a leopard print tank top. A goblin through and through, the younger MILF was evolved to extract semen from men - no matter their race - and her compact curves were proof of this. She leaned forward, coyly locking eyes while wiping a bit of jam from the corner of your mouth.

The 'Maaa' in question was Miss Val's mother, grandma Yvette. Though she was the de facto matriarch of the family, Goblins matured and procreated much earlier than other races; Yvette was barely into her 40s and looked as though she was in the stride of her 30s. "Oh he's a growing young boy! Handsome too! He needs to eat to get--" lustful green eyes inched towards your crotch "--bigger." She was ready to jam a hefty spoonful of eggs into your mouth when both Yvette and Val were interrupted by your savior, of sorts. "You two are so embarrassing," a less nasally voice spoke up, much younger and a bit softer. "I bet Anon just wanted to eat breakfast and ask some questions about the city." Moira, Val's daughter interjected in an attempt to save you from the older women; even if it wasn't quite needed. She dressed much more conservatively than her mother Val or grandma Yvette, which wasn't saying much for a goblin, choosing a casual ensemble of tight black jeans and form hugging t-shirt over whorish dresses and tank tops. Moira shot you a soft smile before further chastising her family for being so goddamn thirsty for your seed. "Oh honey, your only 14; let your mother and grandma have a little fun!" 'Four-teen'? Moira was stacked! Damn these green-skin genetics...As the three women casually bickered, momentarily forgetting all about your expanding girth, you mused over just how you'd be handling this for an entire summer.