Special Treat: Rebecca and Momma Gobbo's Big Spaghetti Stuffing (Patreon)

I'm currently sandwiched between a 12 hour writing day, five hours of sleep, and an early morning vet appointment. Momma is doin' a struggle right now.

So today is going to be the equivalent of a substitute teacher wheeling in the big CRT television cart into the classroom to put on a Bill Nye the Science Guy tape.

Except it's a story I wrote ages ago about my OC Momma Gobbo and a fictional version of myself getting magically force fed endless spaghetti.

Enjoy, my pretties. I'm gonna take a nap after this.

Somewhere deep underground, beneath the dilapidated ‘Nilbog Estate’ apartments in the lower east end of the big city, was the creature only known as ‘Momma Gobbo’s lair.

Though technically it would be called a ‘warren’, Momma Gobbo was a more singular woman. Lair, warren, apartment, rent controlled property, whatever it was called, it was her current home in the modern day: the place where the goblin witch weaved her spells and spread her gluttonous influence through the world.

Which mostly involved eating Doritos and getting stoned on the couch while she tapped away on Twitter.

“Technology is incredible,” Momma mused to herself in a raspy but seductive goblin voice, “These ‘apps’ are so much better for seducing humans into a life of indolent indulgence than trying to get followers to commit to a blasphemous rite under the new moon in the woods. Eh hehehheheh~” she giggled to herself.

That’s when the intercom buzzed…all the way on the other side of the room.

“Ugh, just when I got comfy…” Momma groaned. She wriggled and rocked back and forth, trying to sit up.

Her features were above average for a goblin, with emerald green skin, longer and taller pointed ears, fuller lips that hid her sharp teeth, and a more humanish nose instead of the normally flat, bat-like nose that goblins often had. Her hair was a glossy purple, cut and styled into a fashionable bob that covered her violet eyes when standing.

Figure wise, Momma was the epitome of a shortstack: standing only 3’1”, but weighing a rotund 220 lbs, she was pear shaped and plump as a partridge (Or ‘thicc with a gyatt’, as she recently learned was the new terminology among humans). Normally she dressed in her witch’s garb from the old world; a tattered, lace-trimmed black dress and a matching witch’s hat (and nothing else). It was an outfit that marked her as a powerful witch to be feared. The stuff of children’s nightmares!

Today she was dressed in an XL t-shirt big enough to be a dress on her. It was white, spattered with a couple of grease stains for the donuts she’d eaten this morning, and had a graphic across her breasts that read ‘I went to Donut Hell and all I got was fat’. Because it was chilly underground, she also wore a pair of white and pink striped panties over her fat green ass.

“When in Rome, dress as the Romans do” she’d told herself.

Momma had lived beneath the apartments in the big city for the better part of the year, using her magic to bewitch and ensnare a number of its tenants, as well as thousands of followers online, bending them to her will. Her glorious mission to fatten and dominate the world would require loyal minions.

Sadly, her powers seemed to be less effective against the low-attention span, advertising adverse minds of modern adults. Ensnaring them had proven difficult. And while she was a huge hit online, her online ‘pretties’ all lived in different states.

So far, she’d only been able to completely convert a handful of minions.

And it was probably one of them buzzing her intercom right now.

“Coming! I’m coming!” she huffed and puffed across the room, stepping up onto a stool to reach the intercom. “Yes?” she asked, holding down the button.

“I’ve got your package, Momma!” came Rebecca’s excited but overexerted voice through the crackling intercom.

“Package?” Momma muttered to herself, confused. Then realization dawned on her; her eyes widened, “Oh! Yes! The package! Bring it in right away!” she shouted into the intercom box. She hopped up and jammed her fingers down repeatedly on the ‘door open’ button. She scurried over to the freight elevator that doubled as her lair’s entrance.

A few buzzes, clanks, and a heavy Whumpf later, the elevator started its descent. Momma Gobbo bounced up and down in excited anticipation. The doors squeal open, revealing Rebecca carrying an extremely heavy looking wooden crate. Her back is bent, and no sooner do the elevator doors shut behind her, she lets the crate drop to the floor with a crash.

“Phew!” she pants, red in the face and sweating, “This thing weighs a ton. You didn’t tell me you were receiving something that weighs that much! I would’ve gotten a cab”.

Rebecca waddles over to a nearby couch, collapsing. Her most dedicated (and only) minion, Rebecca, was Momma Gobbo’s first gluttonous convert. A truly gluttonous young woman, she was a tenant at Nilbog Estates when Momma emerged and began to spread her magic. A tubby redhead with freckles, Rebecca was a total glutton with intense sapphic desires mixed up in her, so all the goblin witch had needed to do to secure her everlasting loyalty and service was to keep her stuffed and to talk dirty to her every so often. A fair trade, Momma Gobbo thought.

The only downside was that ever since she started working with Rebecca, Momma had also started packing on the pounds. It seemed the redhead’s gluttony was contagious.

Momma Gobbo scratched her head as she looked over the crate. It was covered in customs stamps and stickers, as well as more than a few ‘FRAGILE’ warnings stenciled in red spray paint.

“What could it be?” she wondered, “I can’t remember. It’s not this month's issue of the Gobbonomicon, and it’s not our snack box subscription…hmmm…”.

“Well, should I crack it open?” Rebecca offered, wiping the sweat from her brow. “I think you’ve got a crowbar around here somewhere”. She began looking around the space. Momma Gobbo’s ‘lair’, such as it was, was more like an open concept studio apartment divided by hanging curtains. Dimly lit and shabbily furnished, it had the vibe of a college dorm crash pad, complete with empty pizza boxes and weed paraphernalia strewn about. Only the bathroom and the storage closet were separated by actual doors, so that’s where Rebecca went to look while Momma puzzled over the crate.

Rebecca pried the lid off the crate, letting it clatter to the floor. She began to pull out fistfulls of what looked like hay. Momma peeked over the lid of the crate; it was almost as tall as she was.

“Whatever it is, it’s pretty rustic” Rebecca commented, pulling out more hay. “European maybe? Some of the writing on the front looks like it's…Italian? The ‘from’ address says it’s from someplace called Calabria”

Momma’s eyes widened in understanding. She hoisted herself up and into the crate, furiously clawing at its insides, tossing hay everywhere. Once she reached the bottom of the crate, half buried in hay, she let out a raspy giggle.

“Heh heh heh heh!” she laughed, “It’s finally here!”

She emerged from the crate…with a large cast iron cauldron heaved above her head! 

Rebecca watched as Momma struggled to lift the clearly heavy vessel, and quickly reached out to steady it. She helped Momma hoist it out of the crate and onto the kitchen floor. It wobbled and rolled a bit, sounding heavy and reverberant. The outside of the cauldron was covered in strange sigils and pictograms. Its stubby feet were in the shape of gargoyle feet.

Momma Gobbo emerged from the crate, beaming.

“What is it?” Rebecca asked her.

“This…is Strega Nona’s Cauldron!” she said triumphantly, “An extremely powerful vessel of creation once used by the most fearsome witch in all of Italy; the scourge of goblinkind! And now her magic is mine! All mine!!” Momma Gobbo wrung her hands together as an evil grin spread across her face.

Rebecca blinked. None of that made any sense to her, but she played along. “Oh…oh…yeah, strega nona. Totally.” Rebecca said, waddling over to the lair’s mini fridge. She pulled out a frosty bottle of citrus soda, cracked it and took a long sip. “Phew, fuck I’m too fat for this kind of work.” she gasped, then said “Wait, isn’t strega nona a children’s story? It sounds really familiar”

“Possibly, possibly,” Momma nodded sagely, “The folktale is hundreds of years old. I’m sure some version of it made it to the new world”.

“Um…so what does it do?” Rebecca asked.

Momma turned to Rebecca and grinned, closing her eyes. “It’s quite simple, my fat minion. It has ancient spells cast into its very iron, meaning anyone who properly translates its incantations can activate its magic! The old folktale goes that Strega Nona would speak aloud a magic phrase, and her cauldron would produce an endless amount of perfectly prepared pasta! Just think of it! I’d have an unlimited supply of spaghetti to fatten my victims with! No more having to scrounge for spell components or finicky planar portals to access other realms for ingredients. No more cooking! No more takeout orders getting messed up! All I need to do is read aloud the spell embossed on the cauldron, and it’ll spring to life! Finally I can spread gluttony like I’ve always wanted to!”

That seemed to catch Rebecca’s interest much more. “Ooh, I do love spaghetti,” she said as she leaned over the cauldron, checking it out. So, uh, can you read Italian?”

Momma Gobbo’s grin faltered. She blinked a couple of times.

“Uh…eh heh heh…no” she said.

*** *** ***

“Technology really is incredible~” Momma said, marveling at Rebecca’s quick fix for her.

The goblin had thrown a bit of a tantrum after discovering she couldn’t decipher the spell on the cauldron, then hurriedly tore apart her ‘magical library’ (four spellbooks, a guidebook about UFO’s, a couple of Star Wars paperbacks, and a strategy guide for Zelda: Link’s Awakening) looking for a guide on translating, coming up empty.

While she laid face down, ass up, on the kitchen floor pouting, Rebecca suggested they try using a translation app on her phone. Surely that could do it, right?

That suggestion perked Momma up.

So Rebecca held her phone up to the cauldron while Momma pressed her face as close as she could to the screen. The words and pictograms slowly were replaced by a broken English translation…that Momma Gobbo immediately read aloud.

“Bubble bubble, pasta pot.

Make me pasta, nice and hot.

We’re hungry and it’s time to sup,

So make enough to fill us up!”

The cauldron began to shake, vibrating on its four cast iron feet. It shook and shook, making a bit of a racket as it began to clatter around. It wobbled on its feet in a strange parody of walking, turning around in circles.

“Is it supposed to do that?” Rebecca asked, sounding worried. Momma however was all smiles, eager to see what would happen.

Then, abruptly, the shaking stopped. Steam began to slowly rise from the cauldron. Momma took a careful step towards the cauldron and placed her small green hand upon its surface, but pulled it back quickly.

“It’s getting hot! It’s working!” she grinned.

The cauldron squelched and bubbled and slurped, making all kinds of wet cooking sounds. Soon the underground space was filled with the mouth-watering aroma of bolognese sauce; rich tomato, basil, and parsley smells mixed with ground meat and meat balls.

Both Rebecca and Momma peered over the lip of the cauldron, to discover it was almost completely full of freshly made spaghetti and meatballs, complete with a heavy dusting of grated parmesan. Both the squirrel girl and goblin witch breathed the aromas in, salivating.

“Yes! Endless pasta right at my fingertips!” Momma cackled, “I’m gonna be able to make the world so fat!”

“Hey Momma, it’s starting to get a bit full” Rebecca warns. She gave the cauldron a bit of a nudge with her foot.

That’s when Momma gets a wicked idea.

“Well…there’s only one way to solve that, minion~” she grinned, running off to the kitchen drawers to grab a pair of forks. She thrusts one into Rebecca’ hand. “Let’s eat our fill!”

Rebecca hesitates, “Um, are you sure? You’re not normally so gung ho about using other people’s magic. How do we know it’s safe? D-didn’t you say that this Strega Nona was the ‘scourge of goblinkind’?” she asks Momma.

Momma Gobbo replies with a flippant “Pffft! That was hundreds of years ago! What, are you afraid of getting spaghetti pregnant? C’mon, dig in!” she goads her, just as she scoops up a big forkful of spaghetti, twirled round and round on her fork, with a big, juicy meatball speared on the end of the fork’s tines.

She pops it into her mouth, then rapturously holds her stuffed cheek.

“Mmmmm!! It’sh delish!” she says with her mouth full. She quickly scoops up another bite, shoving it into her mouth. “Mmmph, it’sh sho good! So rich and meaty and- Mmmm! More!” she says gleefully as she fills her mouth up with more, opening wide.

Rebecca watches Momma gorge and glut herself. She’s never seen Momma so gluttonous before. Normally she’s the one who’s eager to feed others, not herself.

“Must be really good,” Rebecca says, holding the fork. Her mouth waters. It definitely smells delicious. Still, she can’t quite shake the thought of something being wrong here as she watches her tiny tubby goblin mistress glut and stuff herself with forkful after forkful of spaghetti.

She eats and eats, groaning and gasping in the most lewd way. After an especially huge mouthful, she pushes herself away from the lid of the cauldron, plopping onto her plump ass. She rubs her swollen belly. Spaghetti sauce covers her already stained t-shirt.

“M-muh-” she gasps, “more…spaghetti…need more. S-something’s huff strange about pant this”.

Rebecca curiously dips her fork into the overflowing cauldron of spaghetti. She scoops up a forkful and pops it into her mouth.

As soon as she starts to chew, it rapidly dawns on Rebecca just how fucked the two of them are.

The spaghetti is the best thing she’s ever tasted! Rich and savory and meaty, cheesy and greasy, so warm and slurpable. Every moment it’s on her tongue, she feels as though something is just massaging pleasure into the folds of her brain, soaking her in it.

Rebecca drops the fork and starts stuffing spaghetti into her mouth with her bare hands.

“Mmph, you’re gulp right! It’s sho good!” she says with his mouth full, pushing the hot, greasy noodles past her lips.

Momma Gobbo belches loudly, beached by her round belly. She lets out a pleasured moan, then begins to crawl towards the pasta cauldron. “Can’t wheeze h-help myself! Need more! M-more!” she gasps, sounding a little afraid, as if overwhelmed by the sensation, “It’s some huff kind of puff spell…or a uuuurp curse! Gotta s-stop it!”

Momma tries to inspect the cauldron’s sigils, pulling herself up by the lip of the cauldron. All she manages to do is tip the whole thing over, spilling out a massive amount of spaghetti over the floor.

The cauldron shook and creaked, then belched forth even more spaghetti. It created a massive mound of tomato sauce covered noodles sprinkled perfectly with cheese and meatballs.

“Oh no” Momma Gobbo whispered, beginning to drool.

She and Rebecca both hurled themselves at the spilled spaghetti, gobbling it up on their hands and knees, eating it with their hands. Every moment it looked like they were going to eat all of it, the cauldron belched out even more!

So they ate and ate and ate! And as they did, they grew fuller and fatter!

Her belly packed full, grazing the ground with its swollen bulk, her body began to turn it all into fat as rapidly as it could. Her ass swelled behind her, her thighs thickened, her face fattened up fuller, her normally small but perky boobs ballooned up, growing jigglier and heavier with every cheek-stretching mouthful she stuffed past her lips.

The same was happening to Rebecca, but on a much bigger scale. The tubby redhead couldn’t tell the difference, but the cauldron’s magic seemed to affect her more acutely, making her fatten up that much faster. Her belly swelled, then sagged against the ground, until it was so big it nearly lifted her up! Her sides blew up and out, making her belly rounder and rounder beneath her. Her massive bust plumped up until each boob was bigger than Momma’s entire body!

“Mph! slurp more! More spaghetti! More!” Rebecca groaned hungrily with her mouth full. She shoveled more into her mouth with both hands, eating like a pig at a trough.

“Need more! slurp more and m-more gulp” Momma gasped, eating right beside Rebecca. Their fat bellies pressed against each others’ as they gorged themselves side by side like two fattened piglets.

“Mmmph! I huff I can’t stop!” Rebecca whined fearfully. She’d just gulped down a massive mouthful, her belly creaking ominously as it struggled to turn all those greasy carbs into fat. “M-Momma! I c-can’t stop slurp eating it!” she looked over to her goblin mistress, worry in her eyes.

Momma Gobbo alleviated her minion’s fears as best she could, by leaning in and smooching her!

Her soft, plump, pillowy, oil glossy lips pressed against Rebecca’s. Soft and gooey and wet, full of passion and desperation. Her plump pussy was so wet, squeezed and squished under her fattening fupa.

When she parted from Rebecca’s lips, a long gooey strand of saliva connected the two, broken as Momma Gobbo stuffed Rebecca’s open mouth with a handful of spaghetti.

“N-nuh…no more talk,” she gasped, “only eat. Only more!” Momma Gobbo moaned in pleasure, before diving back into the pasta, eating mindlessly like an animal.

The two of them ate and filled up and fattened, bursting out of their damp, spaghetti sauce stained clothes, until they were fat and naked atop a mountain of pasta. The cauldron kept belching it out in waves, slowly filling up the entire lair!

Leaving the two gluttonous fatties, the arrogant goblin witch and her unwitting girlfriend, to endlessly stuff their fat faces, naked and fat atop a soft, warm, slick pile of neverending spaghetti. At times, Momma would roll over atop of Rebecca, straddling her larger, fatter body while feeding her even more. Something deep down inside of her needing Rebecca to be fatter than she was. But no matter how fat she got, Momma was always a couple hundred pounds behind. They gobbled and glutted and stuffed and slurped up the spaghetti until they were too fat to get up, completely immobilized under their own flabby bodies.

Deep underground, below the apartments of Nilbog Estates, the two of them grew fatter and fatter on Strega Nona’s bottomless magical spaghetti.

They would eventually escape their fattening fate, by only the most miraculous and magical intervention, which would only create further complications for them…

…but that’s a story for another time~