A fair *is* a veritable smorgasbord-orgasbord-orgasbord, after all...

Honestly, if I was to say how I would personally stand on the feeder/feedee scale, I would probably be at 90/10, leaning towards feeder.

Like, yeah, I'm far more comfortable in the upper position in the arrangement. But, you know, sometimes it is fun to have that control wrested away for a bit.

As a bird, I am happy for your official position that doesn't affect me in any way.

How naughty. I suppose some additional devil food cake aught to teach you better.

Make the only hard decision the have to make be whether they want red velvet or angel food

And I will be there to support them as they change occupation from "avian" to "feather bed."

Here, allow me to present you these ear buds.

That way when your ability to hear, see, and speak become distant memories of the past, you can always listen to me telling you how well you're expanding, describing the different sounds your body is making and the vast circumference you now encompass.

This becomes a problem when you realize you can't expend the energy either, meaning that every morsel will make you fatter. But you still get hungry, and your body still demands food if you decide to malnourish yourself. With no one to help you, how long before the weight spirals out of control?

It'd be a crying shame if someone upper political head were to pressure law enforcement to go around to every avian household and ensure they're following the mandatory bird diet. Surely not to keep this blunder under wraps and make it appear as if everyone was more than happy with this law.

Eryn taking Aaron into her coils and lovingly feeding him as his fat squishes out.

Aaron cuddling with Aerin as they guzzle down some sweet cream from a tube.

Aerin giving Eryn yet another sampling of their delicious meals courtesy of the animated plants serving her.

We had that. Max Raid Dens in Sword and Shield and Terastal Dens in Scarlet and Violet.

We should get more of that.

Unfortunately, it appears that a slight loophole has been discovered. It seems that the laws don't pertain to *just* feral birds, and now the local avian population is raising a ruckus about this law, demanding changes to exclude them from said practices.

Unfortunately, it's getting pushback from a group of people who believe that rampant bouyant bird balloons floating around everywhere could be a safety risk.

Therefore we should instead introduced highly-caloric bird seed and make them blobs of fat instead. Perfectly stable and far more comfortable

This new ordinance of infusing carbonation into bird seed causing the city's bird population to be nothing but helpless spheres dotting the city's skyline seems rather odd to me, to say the least.

But that's not the end of the story. Soon, your hired hand starts slipping you extra food as well, and since you're taking this time to rest, you figure that you'll indulge them.

Three months pass, and now you've become a blob next to your bigger friend as you await your new feeder's next meal.

Any time he has his schemes thrown back in his face, he doesn't take it as a sign to take a step back and grow as a person.

He takes it as a lesson to not get caught like that again and proceed as normal.

Every spam bot I have seen, I have eaten.

(I am very full because the spam bots never end (and are also made of actual spam, who knew?))

Considering the rest of the rules of this Gym, that's just asking for disaster.

(Or perhaps you really just want to go big *and* go home.)

I mean, you can always transform yourself, but I doubt you could maintain it for long.

Besides, what would it even accomplish? You would just be changing the color pattern you would be sporting. Charizard color? Goodra color? Pikachu color? It doesn't matter, because you'll always be a blimp.