The hellhound loomed over you. Never before in your life did you ever think an obese person could be genuinely intimidating. She was so... tall. And wide. Her belly looked like a wrecking ball. She could easily pulverize you if she got... rowdy

"Alright... let's get this over with"

The hellhound hands you a pen and contract. There was quite a bit of information for you to fill out

● Name

● Species

● Kinks and fetishes

● Form of payment

The hellhound pipes up

"Also... if your interest is feederism. Then we'll also need your signature at the bottom... which ensures you can't sue us if you get type two diabetes from this..... as you can see, I was the first to "test out" our feederism program. And look what fucking good it did me... and if you comment on my weight, you're gonna be in for a world of shit. So keep your mouth shut..."