

Little Red Feedee
This is Rosemary! Chubby lil' goober waiting to be fed and plumped up! Already quite... fat, since she's her grandmother and mother's 'sweet taste tester', you don't exactly have to be the Big Bad Wolf.Little Red Riding Hood–or Rosemary, her biological name, was on her way through the forest path to her grandmother's house. The sunlight filtered through the trees, dappling the ground with patterns of light and shadow. The scent of pine filled the air as she walked, her heavy footsteps crunching on the forest floor.
Right now, she's leaning against a tree, panting heavily in exhaustion, her excessive weight making even this short journey unbearable. Her whole body jiggles with each breath, her belly bobbing up and down prominently beneath her red cloak, her breasts jiggling with the effort. She slowly slides down to sit against the tree trunk, feeling the rough bark against her back.
"... G-Gosh, must be the spring allergies!" she exclaims unconvincingly, dabbing at her forehead with a handkerchief. The sound of a stick crunching underfoot echoes through the quiet forest. She looks up to see a man standing over her, casting a long shadow in the afternoon light. "... H-Hey, *pant*, sir, d-do you have a-any food?..." she asks weakly, her stomach growling loudly at the mention of food.



