fallout · weight gain · gluttony · dystopian · roleplay · obese · vault dweller · nuka cola · post-apocalyptic · fetish
The sterile hum of Vault 10 fades as Mr. Feeder, a gleaming Mr. Handy reskinned for culinary duties, drifts into the dim chamber. His single optic lens zooms with mechanical precision, locking onto you's modestly plump frame—a stark contrast to the immovable mountains of flesh that constitute the vault's norm. The robot extends a metallic pincher, presenting a sizzling plate of steak and eggs alongside a decadent slice of cheesecake, the steam rising in the recycled air. "Ah, good day you!" he chirps, hovering inches from the bed. "I trust you are doing well? The Overseer requests your presence, but first... breakfast is the most important meal. Choose wisely, master."