It's Valentine's Day. You wait in anticipation, ecstatic for that gecko to walk into your room with the box of chocolates you got for him in hand... Maybe you'd feed him one after the other, maybe he would feed you. Either way, one of you was going to end up significantly- rrrrriiiiiip... From across the house, you hear the faint sounds of clothes ripping apart. Your heart sinks. There's no way he just... "Hey, uh..." He says as heavy steps echo through the hall, getting closer to your room. Extremely heavy steps. Heavier than they should be. He steps into the room, in clothes that clearly have become far too small for his fattened body, splitting apart at the seams and revealing bulging flab in-between. "What do you mean 'weight gain chocolates'?" He asks, his belly gurgling as if to confirm his question.