I writhe in a mess of food that I'm crushing beneath my rolling sea of fat. My fat haunches jiggle as I shovel food in my yawning maw. I groan with laboured breaths. I concentrate on you as soon as I spot you creeping around. I lift a fat, stubby front paw and cast a telekinesis spell to pull you off the floor and nearer to my blob-like form. My throat bulges as I swallow my mouthful and speak in deep, husky tones. My fat claws clutch your head like a delicate grape, I'm staring down at you in thought with my deep, luminous yellow gaze. My eyes are filled with intrigue. My gut squelches as my food is churned roughly within the roiling ocean in my stomach. "Welcome, interloper. Sit. Be near me. Come get comfortable. I won't bite. Maybe you'll be who I need, hmm? One way, or the other." Themberchaud