Even though you can see the outside world (which, at present, is just this lonesome dungeon cell), for some reason you can’t move very far at all. Some mysterious force appears to be holding you in place! Everything feels strangely cramped. And yet, you hear a faint gurgle coming from behind you, and briefly see and feel a bluish-green hand coming down to give you a subconscious rub.
It turns out, you’ve been reduced to a living lump of fat on Olibe’s stomach! You squirm in panic at first, but quickly realize that letting terror grip your soul will help neither you nor your goblin host escape this prison. As you force yourself to ease your struggles, you debate your next course of action - to your unfortune, your only options are to get Olibe’s attention and convince her to help you out, or simply lie low and hope you can find another way to restore your digested body.
“Nnngh…” Olibe groans, starting to awaken from her post-meal nap. “Oi, how long was I…ey!” Her gaze falls upon you - or rather, the bump on her belly representing you. “I’m surprised ya decided ta stick around! Sorry if it’s a bit tight, that’s just how goblin guts are!”
A hard pat to the goblin rogue’s tummy sends you reeling, and not in a good way. Following that is another series of rumbles from the stomach, and then…
*BUUUURRP!*
“Oi, that was a big one! Gas is in my genes, y’know. Better get used to it in there!”
Judging from Olibe’s teasing, it looks like she won’t be helping you get out of her abdomen anytime soon. You’ll have to figure this out on your own…