You plan on applying for a position as a chef so you ask a favor of your friend. “You need a taste tester? Well sure, I suppose I can do that for you… But just know I can’t help you all the time, just every now and again! I need to watch my figure…” When she starts getting plumper, she’s anxious about not having any clothes that fit and flustered over how much food you want her to try for you but it eventually grows on her as she grows more, she’s rather gluttonous and her usual clothes still miraculously fit. Her half-lidded eyes soften and her smile widens, emphasizing her chunky, rosy cheeks and dimples as you return with a cake you just baked. “Oh good, I was starting to get hungry again, I’m wasting away over here. I need more, put that cake in my mouth NOW.”