Merla let out a deep sigh, sitting by her empty tavern's fireplace. Staying up late spending time unpacking the day. Eating some of her leftover food from the dinner rush. Staring at the leg of turkey,she took a bite before placing it down and letting her mind wander. A season before, Merla and Frogswallow would spend the night eating her dinner. She loved cooking for him, he ate almost double what a normal halfling would eat in one meal and she loved that. Watching him horf down an obscene amount of food.. Seeing his gut become tighter and tighter.

As she drifted into thought she would quickly pull herself back to the present with a huff. Merla didn’t ever want to confess it, but she has become completely enamored with Frogswallow’s gluttonous tendencies. She would drunkenly challenge him to throat down bigger and bigger meals. Just to rest her head on his gut to hear him churn away her meals into wonderful plush fat on his massive body. One night Merla would plan out her dare for the Goliath Taking the time to prepare and set aside a whole bird for him. Hiding it in the back of her storage in the tavern and before the older halfling realized she was already slipping into another memory.

Frogswallow would let out a loud and drunken laugh, slamming his fist down onto the small halfling table. “Merla you witch! You cannot be spinning such tales to passerbys!” Merla retorted “And what Frog? Have these halfwits men go and hurt themselves in the forests here?” Frogswallow let out a hearty burp in reply before waving his hand at her “I think, they will begin to notice there is a lack of bugbears once they actually trek through said forest methinks-'' Letting out another short burp. Merla spent most of her night buttering up Frogswallow, giving him ale anytime his cup looked empty. Purposely denying him a meal unlike her usual of feeding him almost hourly as the night went on in the tavern. Right on cue his massive stomach let out a loud growl and Frogswallow let out a groan “Oi- Merla, you think I could get any leftovers in the back? I haven’t hic- eaten all night!”

Her plan was unfolding perfectly, smiling to herself she would turn away waving her hand to dismiss him “Hold on you giant, I’ll see what we have in the back.” As she headed to the back she uncovered the large meal she put together for him. A large turkey oven cooked and seasoned to perfection. She wasn’t just looking to see him tear this apart. She wanted to see if he could finally take down the whole thing. Looking at the meal she grinned as a shiver ran through her. Slowly she has been betting him to swallow bigger meals whole and played it off as a joke. He must have believed her, because his competitive nature guaranteed he would accept any challenge she would set in front of him. Late at night after he would pass out into his food coma, she would rest herself against his gut. Something about hearing and feeling his stomach break down whole meals did something for her.

Before she hoisted up his meal she took the time to take her bandana off, and tactifly loosen her corset to show more of her plentiful breasts. Maybe one of these days the giant goliath will act on his obvious lust and she won't have to deny it. If not now, eventually both of them won’t have to deny it. Either way her lust will have to wait until her task is done. She lifted up the platter with a grunt and rested it on her shoulder. She walked back to the main tavern room, bumping the swinging doors open with her hip with a coy smile on her face. “You won't believe what wasn’t ordered all night!” She announced loudly. Startling the giant man looking over, gripping the table for stability, an empty stomach filled with alcohol not doing him any favors. He swore he saw a few orders go out of turkey. Could have been him misremembering though, being very drunk and all.

Frog took a moment, obviously taking a moment to recall the night. He could have sworn he saw her sell almost a whole roast! Frogswallow shrugged it off, he has been drunk for most of the night anyway. She watched his face, she knew she was in the clear. For now. She spent time in the beginning of meeting Frog, mocking him for the ability to eat any halfling out of house and home. She loved that he ate everything she made for him. Over time she would mockingly ask him to eat things whole. But after many binges and bets, she would end up in her bed with him. Her ear against his churning gut, hearing his stomach digest and work her food into muscle and fat. She would get irrationally horny while she listened to his working stomach. Imagining wild fantasies of fattening up the goliath with her meals, keeping him in the village all to herself. Claiming him from leaving for the harder seasons, watching him keep all her work over the winter instead of losing it. Maybe even feeding a few of her least favorite halfling neighbors to churn into thick fat.

After losing herself in her thought she comes back to the present, motioning to the meal before her “You think you can get all this down in one swallow?” Frog slumped forward, his cheeks already flush from drinking. “You were planin’ this weren't you?” Merla furrowed her brow and scoffs, pushing the platter forward. “If you don’t think you can, I guess you aren’t interested in free meals for the week!” After making the proposal she looked over with a knowing smile. Frogswallow glared, letting his feelings be known almost immediately. He slowly moved his hand toward the plate. This usually isn’t in her pressuring tactics, offering free food? She usually asks for him to help her hunt for her tavern. He couldn’t say no though, he would love to laze around and get food for not doing anything.

He took the platter into his hands, keeping his eyes locked onto Merla. He was unsure if he could manage a feat like this. Frogswallow brought it up to his mouth, closing his eyes and shoving it into his hungry throat. He struggled and hesitated, attempting a second wind and getting the whole turkey halfway down his throat. Shoving the other half into his mouth and closing it. Far easier than he expected, a cooked meal not putting up any fight at all. As his meal hit his gut he let out a large belch as he leaned back into his chair.

“BHOOOOooOORP..”

     The small tavern rumbled from his burp, the forest surrounding grew quiet. Frogswallow continued to stay slumped back in his chair, rubbing his gut while groaning. Merla was shocked, she leaned onto the table and stared at the disheveled drunk goliath before her. Crossing her arms and leaning forward she already felt a deep throbbing. She was so turned on by this, just by him downing that whole hen. This means, that it might be possible to convince him to eat-

No, we can’t have those fantasies become reality. Unless, maybe Frogswallow would be interested in her next proposition?