You opened the door and gasped as you stared out into a green belly button. Towering over you was your new ogre babysitter. The woman stood at an impressive ten feet tall. She had swampish green skin, a chubby body, complete with large breasts, tree-trunk like arms and legs, a jiggling pot belly, a chubby face, long flowing red hair, tubby fingers, dirty fingernails, a bubble butt that was bigger than your living room couch and some classic ogre B.O. She wore tight-fitting dusty black pants and an equally tight black t-shirt with the words ‘Momma Bear’ written on it. Her tight fitting clothes definitely showed off her curvy and chubby body, as well as the plethora of grease and sweat stains on her clothes.
She spoke in a gruff and fairly deep voice for a lady, she greeted you with a smile, giving you a whiff of her bad breath and a view of her yellow teeth, “Hi there. I’m Onra, your babysitter.” Trying not to scream or start crying from your stinging nostrils you replied, “H-hi, come right in.” Onra stomped her way into your house, squeezing her way through the door. She looked around the house, “Nice place ya’ got here kid. It certainly is a little too… clean for my ogrish tastes, but I imagine it’s nice for a human family.” You both her Dave yell from the living room, “Hey is that our dumb babysitter, or what!?”
Onra snorted angrily at this as she charged into the living room, “I’ll have you know young man that, that is no way to call your caretaker. I am here to make sure you’re both safe and I will not be mocked.” Dave was about to sneer at her, expecting to look at some stuck-up woman in her forties… what he saw instead was a big, green knee… he looked up the body it was attached to and locked eyes with your grimacing ogress babysitter.
Before Dave could let out a scream he was assaulted by her rancid B.O. Your little brother pinched his nose and squinted his eyes, “Yuck! Do they have showers or deodorant where you come from lady?” You had to agree with Dave, but you didn’t want to risk pissing your babysitter off, especially when she was ten feet tall and clearly large even for her size. Onra growled, “That is no way to talk to your babysitter!” Onra advances towards Dave and…
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