Indy the cat, Jennifer the fat.

Following her scent, you come to a dungeon with a heavy locked door. There's a barred window and when you look in, you are contronted with an amazing sight.

Jennifer is on a chair, with clamps on her wrists and ankles. Nxt to her is a large table full of tasty but fattening treats and pastries. By some magic force, they are flying into Jennifer's mouth one at a time, and her belly is already swelling up.

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