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Subject has still been gaining weight over the past few weeks to the point where the standard Vermillion Corporation Subject Jumpsuit no longer fits. It is highly recommended for Subject’s exercise routine to be extended. We must remind staff and personnel that if caught smuggling contraband into Subject’s containment, you will face immediate termination. ---------- It was currently time for recreation… And it seems like a certain cat’s having a few difficulties… “Hrmph!… C’mon…” Ribbons groaned as she tried pulling their uniform over those absolutely cheeks of theirs, those huge mounds jiggling with each tug on the waistband of those pants.. All those treats Vivian had been sneaking in had been really taking a toll on the feline’s figure. “Psst, Ribs… Ova ‘ere~...” Locke, one of Ribbons’s fellow subjects, would get the feline’s attention. The two had been smitten with each other ever since Locke’s capture a few months back. “Huh? Locke?” The feline tilted their head, ears flicking, wondering what the plush tiger wanted. Locke slid closer on the bench she was sitting on before pulling down the zipper of her jumpsuit and grabbing a candy bar from her cleavage. “Viv told me to give it to ya~...” The plush tiger giggled. “Locke? Are you sure?” Ribbons mewled, pausing for a moment before taking the candy bar from the plush tiger’s paws, nibbling on the sweet delicacy soon after. “... I see yer bein’ fed well.” Locke chuffed, playfully poking the feline’s gut. “Oh!” Ribbons gasped. “Y-Yeah, I guess so… These uniforms are a pain though…” The feline grumbled. “Ehhh, I’m sure ‘tey got spares or somethin’.” Locke shrugged. “... Though, I wonder, ain’t it a wee bit odd no one’s said a thing?” The plush tiger raised an eyebrow. “... Maybe we’re just lucky, I suppose.” The hefty, tassel-clad cat replied. “... Aye, well I’ll be sure ta get ye some more~...” Locke chuckled, delivering a smack to Ribbons’s gut. “Guh!” Ribbons gasped out… Looks like Locke’s in on it now… Despite all current efforts, Subject has continued to gain weight, said weight has been negatively affecting subject’s performance in agility and combat testing. Higher-ups have ordered #7422667 to be placed on the Vermillion Corp. Ambulatory Exercise Conveyor. Subject has become food-motivated, thus a Vermillion Corp. Motivation Donut will be hung in front of subject during exercise. ---------- “Haaahh… Haaahh… Haaahh…” Ribbons huffed as the treadmill whirred beneath her, every step was a hefty thud as she kept on walking and walking. “Wh-... Why do we have to do this again?” The feline complained. “Subject #7422667, your weight has grown out of control.” One of the Vermillion Corp researchers replied. “Yeaaah yeah… Whatever…” Ribbons grumbled. “I’m starving!” The fatty feline mewled in annoyance. In an act of desperation, Ribbons would try to reach out for the donut hanging just mere inches from her… Yet no matter how hard she tried, it was just barely out of her grasp. “Can’t you just lower this thing?!” The hefty kitty yowled. “I’m sure you can reach it on your own, Subject #7422667.” The researcher responded, their voice monotone and cold… Ribbons kept on at it, that huge gut and doughy thighs swaying about with each and every heavy footfall. Suddenly, the treadmill’s screen flashed red, black smoke and sparks began to emanate from the equipment as it began to break down, unable to deal with Ribbons’s weight. “H-Huh?” Ribbons looked down, noticing the treadmill had broken underneath her sheer weight. “... What the? I thought you said that thing could withstand their weight?!” The researcher looked at their fellow colleague, who was just as baffled as they were… Ribbons would look back up at the donut hanging in-front of her… Sensing the opportunity, she’d quickly yank it down from the string and began happily munching away on it… She’s not gonna be losing any weight any time soon, perhaps it was time for Vermillion Corp. to take a different approach…
November 23, 2025 at 10:12 PM
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Current efforts at managing Subject #7422667’s weight have proved ineffective, all current testing involving subject has been completely scrapped. However, Subject has proven vital for Vermillion Corporation Field Rations testing. New orders are for Subject #7422667 to be put to work in taste testing the various rations planned to be given to our mercenary unit. ---------- “Guuuhhhh…” Ribbons huffed, the fatty feline was completely unable to move at this point, she was a complete and total far cry from the slim cat she was a few months ago. “Aye… Lemme help ye with that, Ribs~...” Locke giggled as she grabbed a chocolate muffin from the bag, soon proceeding to bring it to the hefty cat’s lips. “Goodness, you’re doing so well…” Vivian cooed, patting Ribbons on the shoulder with one paw and holding a tube in the other… Meanwhile, a few researchers sat behind the glass, taking notes and talking amongst themselves, all whilst Ribbons gleefully chowed down on the decadent pasty Locke had for her. “Y’know, I’m surprised they’re lettin’ us do this, Viv.” Locke looked up to the panda. VIvian would let out a small chuckle. “Ooooh, Let’s just say I know how to pull a few strings here and there.” the panda replied. “I’m just glad my little kitten isn’t all skin and bones like they had her!” Vivian playfully teased. “Aye, ye got that roight.” Locke nodded as she continued to feed Ribbons. “Mmmmppphhh… S-So good~...” Ribbons huffed and groaned, it's like she just couldn’t stop eating at this point! “Don’t worreh, Ribs… We got a WHOLE lot more left~...” Locke chuffed, looking down at the various rations laid about beside that hefty lardball of a cat… From the looks of it, Ribbons seems to be pretty happy about her new role here at Vermillion Corporation!... Though, she might need some new containment real soon!
November 23, 2025 at 10:13 PM