[Comm] The Desperate Goblin Girls

Fantasy creatures crowded between and around the circus tents, moving through the food stands and the medieval games and the sideshow attractions. Dragonborn, tabaxi, elves, and countless other species were enjoying themselves at the circus. Most were making their way toward the big top for the afternoon performance, handing in their gold coins at the admission to get past the minotaur standing guard at the opening.

Behind the big top, though, three goblin women were sneaking around the edge of the tarp. They were two and a half feet tall and were all bending around the tarp, sticking out their jiggling bubble butts. They were wearing tattered and dirty shorts and shirts, one pink, one yellow, and one blue. They giggled and snickered to each other as they crawled under the tarp and into the tent.

Inside, the tent was dark, but slowly spotlights turned on one after another, each pointing to the ringmaster making his entrance. A tall elf dressed in a top hat and tails, the ringmaster rode into the tent on a woollie mammoth. He waved his hat to the crowd and everyone cheered.

The ringmaster held out his palms, and the crowd slowly hushed.

“Ladies and gentlemen and everything in-between! Today, we are going to give you a tremendous performance! Showcasing the strangest and most magnificent attraction from across the continent, you will be-“

“GET ON WITH THE SHOW!”

“SHUT YOUR PIE HOLE!”

“GET OFF THE STAGE, YOU HACK!”

The yelling filled the tent, but the voices were coming from the three goblin women. They were stacked on top of each other’s shoulders like a three-layer totem pole and each of them was munching on an apple while they shouted jeering insults at the ringmaster.

The ring master coughed.

“As I was saying, the greatest collection of-“

“BOOO!!”

“BOOOO!”
 “BOOO!!!”

The goblins shouted. They started throwing their apples at the unfortunate ringmaster. Two missed, but the third hit him square in the forehead with a soft CLUNK and sent him falling backwards off the woollie mammoth where he splatted into an unfortunately placed pile of steaming mammoth muck.

The crowd exploded into laughter, especially the three cackling goblins.

***

“HEY! You two come back here!”

A tiefling wearing a greasy chef’s hat chased after two of the goblins. They were holding plates of food between them in a high tower. Between their stubby legs and the weight of the plates, the tiefling was gaining on them. That is, until he felt a small pair of hands grab at his pants and yank them to the ground.

“h-HEY!” the blushing tiefling froze in his tracks to cover his junk with his hands, while the culprit, the third goblin, dashed away to join the rest of her group, snickering all the way.

“someone stop them! Thieves!” the tiefling said. But the crowd only giggled at the hapless half-naked tiefling as he tried to cover his crotch with one hand while awkwardly bending over to pull up his pants with the other, sticking his butt out and wiggling it around for everyone to see.

***

“Where did you say the bathrooms were?”

“Yeah I need to go!!”
 “Hold onto your ass, they were right around here!”

The three goblins made their way through the sea of legs. Their full stomachs were gurgling and aching, and a pressing need was vibrating through their straining, full guts. One of them held her buttcheeks closed with her hands. She could feel the shit pressing at her backdoor, prodding at her, ready to try and make its escape.

They finally made it to the restrooms, but their faces fell at the sight of the bathrooms. The line around the women’s restroom was gigantic. Twenty desperate women were all huddled around the shack, basically an outhouse, and they all needed to shit. A tabaxi in a long dress was squirming on her tip toes, her tail wiggling around. A dragonborn dressed in nothing butt a loin clothe was farting, literal bursts of sulphuric flame belching out between her scaley cheeks. An orc was bent over and sweating grabbing at her stomach, she looked like she as going to fill her pants with shit any second.

“PhhrrTT!” one of the goblins farted.

“I won’t be able to hold it!” the second goblin whined.

“Don’t worry, I know another place we can take a dump!” the third said with a big grin.

***

The cotton candy stand was on the far edge of the circus, which basically deserted this late in the day, and the attendant was nowhere to be found.

Giggling viciously to themselves, the three goblins clambered up to the cotton candy machine. The big tin bowl used to swirl the cotton candy looked not unlike a very large chamber pot.

“Ooh, some poor bastard is going to get a hell of a surprise!” one of the goblins laughed.

The three of them let down their shorts and smelly panties. Green bouncing buttcheeks were freed and pointed at the cotton candy machine. The straining weight of their full rectums, their insides stretched, made them wiggle their butts with anticipation. The three sighed, releasing horrific farts into the machine.

PHHRbbtRTTT

FFRRRRTTttt

BBRRPPPP

In unison, their assholes began to widen, ready to let the fat logs slorp out of their butts and disgrace the cotton candy machine.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!” the cotton candy vendor, a bugbear, came running at them at full speed. Their assholes clenched up and painfully pulled their poo back up into their butts. The walls of their rectums screamed with desperate pain and the three began farting uncontrollably with pure panic.

FFRBBRBRBRBRTTTT

They scrambled off the cotton candy machine. The first goblin leapt out of her pants and panties, making a bottomless dash. The other two tried to pull up their shorts, but were struck with cramping, bulldozing pain of squirming shit trying to explode out of their greasy holes, and they were forced to discard their clothes and clamp their asses tight with their hands.

“YOU COME BACK HERE!” the vendor yelled, taking chase.

The three goblins ran through the crowd, hands on their asses, leaving a trail of stinky farts, they couldn’t cover their exposed pussies and their small hands couldn’t contain their jiggling buttcheeks. They were met with stinging laughter and pinched nosed disgust as the crowd parted in front of them. The goblin’s faces were bright red with embarrassment and strain; each footfall seemed to make their guts shudder and shake and scream with desperation.

The three goblins kept running, turning corner after corner until they were faced with the wall of the big top. They turned and the vendor and the chef and the ringmaster towered over them.  “

“Well what do we have here!” the ringmaster laughed. “Looks like someone needs to use the restroom!”

The three goblins were bouncing up and down in a humiliating potty dance. Their eyes were watering with poo-induced ass pain.

“Pleeeese!” they begged. “Our butts are going to explode!”

“Well don’t worry!” the ringmaster said. “We can help you out with that!”

***

“Ladies and gentlemen and everything in-between!” the ringmaster said. “I give you our newest performers, the dancing clowns!”

Three tiny goblins dressed in clown make up and wearing colorful clown outfits were tossed out into the center of the ring. Their asses were fatter than normal, padded. They hadn’t just been forced into clown costumes, they’d been forced into diapers.

The three goblins struggled to their feet and started hopping around, falling over themselves, grabbing at their butts in a slapstick desperation. The audience laughed and laughed at the big butted clumsy clowns.  Until they couldn’t hold it anymore.

Forced into trembling squats, the three goblins’ assholes opened completely and slorping squelching farting shit exploded out of their and filled their diapers with uncomfortable and sickening warmth. The diapers grew fat and distended, but the whimpering goblins kept shitting and showed no signs of stopping all while the crowd laughed and taunted the stupid pooping clowns.