Me whispering in your ear: "Just give in and let yourself go." "Why worry about your diet or waistline when you could eat bacon cheeseburgers every meal for the rest of your life?" "Be happy and gorge." "Let your basal urges take over and just CONSUME..."
"I'm gonna stretch those stripes until the color fades to just the taut skin underneath. You're gonna be so fat that no one will even recognize you as a tiger anymore, just a blob of gelatinous blubber. You'll be just a sweaty wheezing pile of lard by the time I'm done with you."
Hearing the distant sound of the bed creaking followed by a loud, reverberating thud. "Guess the big guy is up..." You mutter, getting up. You knew you had about ~10 mins before your 800 lb tiger BF would eventually waddle into the kitchen, drenched in sweat, looking for food.
"Aw thanks man!" You said to Ty, your new roommate who had moved in last summer, as he handed you a "fruit" smoothie, not realizing that you and your other two roommates had started to look a little soft in the middle, thighs, and face in recent months. Must be a coincidence...
Staring at the game over screen in disbelief as you realize, maybe you shouldn't have made that bet with your feeder roommate who now gets to dictate your diet for the next year. Guess it was time to put your designer wardrobe in storage and pull out some sweatpants...
Modern space suits so accommodating that even the crew members themselves don't realize that in the energy-saving micro-gravity climate of the ship, they've been burning less calories, those all those cafeteria runs have been packing onto their pseudo-hammer space figures...
Head of the Gainer Club of Chub County: Now gluttons, before you start gorging, remember that at Gut Buster Buffet THERE IS NO POLICY OF REMOVAL OR BANNING. If there's a delay in refilling a vat and you wander into the kitchen to get it directly from the source, have at it...!
The fun of being a dragon, bat, or avian gainer is that there are TWO different stages of immobility to reach: 1) Standard inability to walk (or should I say waddle) 2) Inability to fly Let your addiction to burgers and grease permanently GROUND you in more ways than one...
Get too fat for your clothes. Get too fat to fit through doorways. Get too fat for non-industrial furniture. Get too fat to fit into cars. Get too fat to ride elevators. Get too fat to walk. Get too fat for a bare mattress on the floor. Achieve "warehouse" girth.
Lithe rabbits binging on greasy burgers, ribs, and steaks until they're 800 lbs and can now push around their former "big" coyote pseudo-bully roommates...