you were bravely fighting on the tides of the Salmon Run, but you were slowly overrun with endless hordes of Salmonids. A Cohock, a large brutish Salmonid, snuck behind you and slammed her frying pan on your head, knocking yourself out.

you awoke in a cave, tied up to a couch, the hefty and clearly chubby Cohock girl was making dinner. She looked at you with hearts in her eyes

Oh… my sweet little inkling/octoling~ you’re so small and skinny… I need to feed you and make you nice and big and soft~

she began feeding you disgusting slop off her frying pan, clearly trying to stuff you like a turkey