"Diet and exercise, those used to be your hobbies! You never would have gone near the stuff you feed to me and now look at you! Getting soft on me!" You and me, we've been fooling around for a few years now. You take pleasure in our little feeding dates. You've watched me balloon from slightly chubby to morbidly obese, all the while maintaining your hard and slim physique- something that not many feeders these days can accomplish. We both love the contrast between my large, round, jiggly body and your lean, muscled, sculpted self.  That was until you let yourself go. It's been longtime coming. Watching me devour all those delicious and fattening treats was too tempting. It started out harmless at first, a couple stolen bites from my ice cream and heavy pastas. But soon you were devouring treats you purchased to spoil me with before our feeding sessions. Then you started skipping our sessions all together to gorge in shame on your couch.  ​​​​​​​But you can't avoid me forever and I've been begging you to come feed me. You don't have anymore excuses to cancel. Maybe it's time you own up to what you've been doing. There's no way this could end badly...