The foundation was going insane, you thought, it was the only explanation for the turn of events that were currently unfolding in the facility. Probably at some big corporate meeting, someone suggested quite the unorthodox way of disposing of SCP-871:Feeding it to another SCP, specifically, SCP-173. Clearly this was the result of some freak's poorly managed or disguised fetish, but whoever called the shots here approved of this, for some reason

So 173 began to eat, and never stopped, every day a d-class would come into it's containment cell to stuff his mouth full of cake while two other unfortunate souls watched, the whole thing felt really perverted, which added some merit to the fetish theory. Soon, the hard rocky surface of 173's skin(if you could even call it that) softened, rolls of flab covered it's original frame completely, making it seem way less threatening(and probably way sexier to whoever suggested this, if the weird fetish theory was to be believed)

Today, you were one of the d-class tasked with making sure 173 got his fill, specifically, the one shoving cake in it's mouth. As you walked into the room with two other d-classes by your side and a platter of chocolate fudge cake in your hand, you stared the chubby statue down as you prepared yourself mentally

"What's the hold up?" One of the two d-class said, impatient "Clearly none of us want to be here, so go on with it"