"Blossom, what are you-" I start, but it's too late. She's already taken a huge bite and her cheeks are puffed out like a chipmunk as she savors the sweetness.
"Mmm, this is amazing!" she shouts through a mouthful of cake with her tail wagging excitedly behind her. I grimace as she reaches for more, piling her plate high with a mountain of greasy, sugary food.
Wait! I know! This fat-fetishist fucker is trying to fatten my women up!!!
Ayame is clearly aware of just how many calories are sitting on the table in front of her, but my adorable dog-kin has no idea of such concepts and is unaware of the fact that she is consuming an entire dinner's worth of calories with every bite she takes.
She has fallen for his evil machinations! Now that I let her take a bite of the obviously delicious desert, I will either be a cruel master-lover who takes her food away or lets her addiction grow!
