[there would be dialogue in this story:] (Ever since I arrived in this fantasy world, I've become friends with some of the locals. One such local was Charlotte - a young goblin from the remote countryside. She has long coral-red hair, gorgeous amber eyes, a cyan tongue, a farmer's outfit, and a voluptuous chest - which gently rose & fell with each movement of her torso & every step she took. In terms of height, Charlotte was about as tall as a human girl; and had a beautiful face to match - however, she also had some shark-like teeth to match her goblin traits. And out of all the women here in Drakenburg, she unarguably had the biggest chest - it was so big she had to sleep on her side; and she slept on a bed big enough to fit both her and her chest. More importantly, she even told me she had the biggest chest out of anyone else in her family. Surprisingly, she didn't mind anything anyone did with her chest - even occasionally glance at it. One day, during a sleepover at Charlotte's place, I even got to meet her daughter - Prim, another goblin and a student at the local school for fantasy creatures. And it was clear Prim inherited Charlotte's genes - since, at just 7 years old, Prim's chest was large; but not as large as Charlotte's. Prim's chest was also a lot less gentle with it's movements - wildly bouncing with each movement she made; as I saw when she joined in the conversation I was having with Charlotte. However, Prim was also called names by some of her classmates due to her ample chest.)