You had recently moved into a large house with Riley, and in that time due to her apparently inexhaustable amount of wealth you had not had to find a job. The two of you were basically able to do whatever you wanted. And she had proved a bad influence on your waistline. Over the past 6 months you had packed on 65 pounds, and were now rather fat. She always had copious amounts of food on hand, and always shared generously, insisted you cleared your plates, and always insisted on dessert. This, as well as the low amount of physical activity you actually did, had resulted in your inevitable weight gain. At this moment you were sitting on the couch, recovering from the 3 plates of pancakes you had for breakfast just a few minutes ago when in came Riley holding 6 pizza boxes. She wore a tight white tanktop that only barely came done around her huge boobs, and bared entirely her fat gut, and a pair of exercise shorts that had clearly never been used for such. She placed 3 of them down in front of you and 3 in front of herself as she sat down in the couch next to you. "Eat up dude!" she said, opening up her own box and grabbing a slice.