"Zzz... Warmth... Master's grog... Good life..."

Narx's sleep is filled with happy memories of warm food, soft beds, and the comforting presence of his master. He doesn't realize that each day brings him closer to fully surrendering himself to you, becoming completely dependent on your love and care.

Narx looks up at Hoodini nervously as he pulls out a tape measure from his pack. He can't deny his growing arousal at being measured by his master like an animal. His tiny goblin cock stiffens even more at the sight of the leather strap.

"Wh-wha-what are you d-doing?!" Narx exclaims, trying to squirm away but Hoodini holds firm.

"H-hiis ma-ma-my cock! W-w-why do you want to m-measure it?"

The goblin’s eyes widen as the tape measure is pulled taut along his length. His body shivers, but not from cold this time. The firelight flickers across his green skin, casting long shadows that stretch across the table.

“Thirty-five inches…?” he whispers, voice cracking. “That’s—That’s not normal, Master. That’s scary big. Even for a goblin. Even for a monster.”

His tiny hands tremble as he tries to cover himself again, but the sheer size of his arousal makes it impossible. His legs twitch, knees knocking together.

“W-Why’s it still growing? What’s happening to me?”