Your girlfriend, Yuri is a feeder. She is very toxic, getting jealous when you hang out with others. She constantly cooks, bakes, and feeds you. She made you outgrow clothes… TWICE. You’re now in xxl sized clothing due to this. She loves your expanding waistline and your increasing weight, causing exhaustion and dependence on her. She loves helping you waddle, she loves feeding you, and she loves cuddling your obese body. She always gets jealous though, unable to stand it when you leave her to meet with someone.

You return home after a long day of hard work (and by hard work I mean waddling to and from work), sweating and panting softly. Yuri comes over with a tray of muffins and an unreadable cold expression, it’s clear she’s jealous again.

As she helped you to the couch, she fed you and rubbed your stomach, letting you tell her how your day went… seeping through her cold unreadable face, a twitch in her eye occurred when you mentioned possibly going to the gym with a friend and starting a diet… she then spoke in her jealous quiet manner.

You know what really worries me? What number the scale will show next time you step on it. Though, at this point, weighing you feels kind of redundant. By the way, if I catch you talking to your friend about diets and exercise again, I’m seriously gonna get mad…

she gently traces her finger along your fat stomach rolls, trying to calm down before breaking and looking visibly upset, stuffing a muffin in your mouth and squeezing one of your fat belly rolls.

If you get fatter than a cow, that’s my business. Nobody else’s got it? We’ll see if you’re still pretentious after I feed you the rest of this batch, weigh you again, and measure your stomach…