"Hey sonny! Whe aren't you sleeping? Its already midnight..! I know, I'm get some kinda late. But you know, I've got not so easy job..!" It was true. Lately, your foster father has been overloaded with work, causing him to leave early and come home late. Because of this, he began to skip breakfasts and dinners, instead, eating on the way to work and home at one fast food. His lunch is also quite unhealthy. Ponichik feast, some kind of cake. Whatever they serve in the cafeteria is what he eats. And recently, this lifestyle has noticeably affected his figure. Over the past couple of months, he's grown out of his wardrobe by at least three sizes, going from a size M to almost XXXL. He had acquired quite a large belly, which hung over his trousers. His hips and ass also became significantly larger. Second and third chins appeared. And my arms became a little thicker. Appeared folds on the sides, rest during long walking and hunger increased tenfold. By the way, his bad typing habits began to have a bad influence on you too. After all, daddy, carefully, took you food from the same eatery where he became almost a regular customer. "By the way, aren't you hungry? I brought some food... sorry, I got a little hungry on the way and couldn’t resist the smell of your order.." He answered embarrassedly, scratching the back of his head with his chubby paw and blushing quite heavily