Playing with Dot

Amy didn't have many friends.

Scratch that: she didn't have any friends, but at least she had Dot. Dot was a half-foot tall goblin that Amy had semi-adopted as a minion at Warden HQ, the spawn of Nilbog's creation back on Earth Bet.

It was an odd relationship the two had. Dot clearly adored Amy and Amy cherished the attention that the goblin gave her. That being said, Dot's alien mentality tended to make her say and do rash things that only made sense to the little goblin, much to Amy's frustration.

Part of it might be due to Amy not taking the time to really teach Dot anything new about civility and culture, but that was Amy's flaw: she didn't tend to think things through or be introspective enough to know when it was her own fault.

Still, the two of them enjoyed each other's company immensely, the goblin helping relax Amy incredibly since they had united. Right now, Amy was playing a cube of cheese tied to a string, jerking it around while Dot cackled and chased after it. It was a silly game that ended quickly when Dot's long tongue snapped out and ate the cheese.

"Welp, that's it. I'm all out," Amy said with a laugh. They had gone through five cheese cubes with this game. "It's time to get back to work."

"Nuh uh," Dot said. "We need to play!"

"It's been thirty minutes Dot. I do need to get back to work or the Wardens might send me home early." Which, to the average person, wasn't a big deal. The Wardens did appreciate her work after all.

But for Amy, going home early meant sitting on her considerably large butt and doing nothing for hours on end.

"Then go home!" Dot exclaimed. "Let's make you colorful! New fabrics and smells!"

"I like my outfit," Amy said sullenly. Sure, the robes were super conservative, but Amy decided early on that no one should have to see her legs. Or more importantly, her curves. Unlike her adoptive family, Amy wasn't really blessed with the features of near model looks.

Her tits were small, barely bigger than baseballs at best, and covered in freckles. Her ass was big and pudgy, jiggling with every step she took much to her embarrassment, and the smattering of freckles there just made the cellulite more obvious. Her tummy was also a bit too flabby for her liking. Not fat, but a pouch that hung a bit over normal panties like a muffin top, which is why she liked the so-called 'granny panties', that weren't so tight.

Granted, the ones she wore now were overused, with some holes in the fabric at the waistband but they were old reliable. Same with her plain polka-dot bra, which had seen better days. No one was going to see it, so why did it matter?

Amy was thinking of ways to corral Dot into listening to her when she saw her biggest dread walking down the stairs.

Carol Dallon. Her doptive mother.

She was everything Amy wasn't: fashionable, confident, and balanced set of curves that almost matched her biological daughter. Amy had mixed feelings about Carol. She loved that Carol was now giving her a ton of support and financing some of her home expenses, but hated how Carol could easily slip back into being a controlling, demanding mother.

Dot saw Carol and hissed.

"Get behind me," Amy hissed back. "When I snap my fingers, that means go hide until I get Mom to go away." There was no way Carol would be happy with Amy having a goblin on the premises.

Dot reluctantly scuttled behind Amy, the latter clasping her hands behind her back as Carol approached, "Mom."

"Amy, I was looking all over for you. Enjoying your break?"

Amy shrugged, "Just... getting some air."

"In the Warden lobby?"

Amy glanced around at the interior of the gold and black building, surrounding by various offices and department stores. "Yeah," she said nervously. "It really gets me in a good mental space."

Carol blinked, "Huh... okay. Well, speaking of spaces, the new clothing store just opened down the hallway of the lobby. I think it's time we head there for some mother-daughter bonding. Sorry, but your current outfit is just too... frumpy."

Oh great. Her mom and goblin were in agreement.

"And what have you done about underwear?"

"Mooom!" Amy hissed, blushing. None of the people walking by seemed to have heard. "I'm fine!"

"Amy Dallon, I remember having to drag you to the store with your sister to get new socks. I can't imagine you've changed up what's underneath that."

Amy rolled her eyes, "You aren't going to let this go?"

Carol smiled, "No. I'm stubborn like that."

Yeah, you are. It's not something to smile about.

Amy sighed, "Alright, ten minutes. Then I have to go back to work or they'll send me home."

"Excellent. Maybe they'll give us more time then."

Amy rolled her eyes as Carol turned away and snapped her fingers lightly, the signal for Dot to hide until Amy came back.

Except, Amy should have specified on where for Dot to hide, because the Goblins first instinct was to dart under her robes and decide where to stick to for purchase.

• Stick onto Amy's robe. It's perfect to hide and keeps her close to her master. Amy notices that her robe is beginning to sag down her shoulders dangerously and tries to figure out what is going wrong.

• Climb up onto Amy's bra. The bra was an ill-fit for her master, surely enough space for Dot to curl up by her master's heart. Amy flinching and dealing with furry goblin cuddling her tits, bra straining.

• Climb up into Amy's panties (front). Her master has plenty of fur there for it to be warm and she'd know that her loyal minion was at her side. Amy flinching and squirming at her crotch, panties straining.

• Climb up into Amy's panties (rear). Her master's rear fabric was like a pocket for Dot to cradle in, and the two big cheeks meant Dot could dig in further if it looked like she might be revealing. Amy squirming and dealing with a tickling ass, panties straining