"Would you like to stay at my apartment for a while?" asks Titus. "It sounds like you don't have any place to sleep tonight and I'd hate for you to spend the night outside or something. I don't have another bed, but I do have a couch! It's pretty comfy. I should know; I spend most of the day on it!"
You think about Titus' offer for a second before ultimately accepting. It's true: You don't have any place to spend the night. But a couch is better than a park bench. And sure, you just met Titus. Yet he seems like a decent enough guy.
"Sure," you reply. "Sounds great!"
"Cool! My apartment isn't actually too far away from here. Follow me!" Titus turned away from City Hall and made his way out of the protest. You followed closely behind him, partially because you don't want to lose your new friend, partially to watch his plump rump as it wobbles almost hypnotically as the German Shepard waddles along.
You two make it out of the crowd and head in the direction of Titus' home.
"So, feeders are a bit of a big deal here, huh?" you ask Titus.
"Yep. Lots of folks here are big enough that they would essentially need to spend the entire day cooking just to keep themselves fed. Hey, practically most of my day is devoted to making sure I don't starve. Not that I'm complaining much. It just cuts into my work and all."
"Oh, what do you do for work? I'll probably need to find a job here eventually."
"Oh, um, I...uh, consultancy? With... technology? Yeah, technology consultant..." Titus said before quickly switching subjects. "If you need a job, you might want to think about working as a feeder! I'm sure that if you posted an ad, you'll get snatched up in minutes!"
"Really? Feeders are that on-demand?"
"Yeah. I've known a lot of people who tried hiring feeders but they always get hired by other people first. There's only guy I know who managed to get a feeder. But he definitely needed one. He's hardly mobile these days."
"Ah," you reply. "So, back in the crowd you thought I'd be interested in being a feeder. Is that because of how skinny I am?"
"Honestly, yes. Feeders sometimes come in on the fatter side. But some of the most sought after feeders are skinny. For obvious reasons. I mean, how useful is a feeder going to be in helping a huge fur get clean if they both can't fit into the shower together?"
Your tail twitched at idea of being in a shower helping soap up and clean the rolls and folds of a super obese fur. Of slipping slick paws over a seemingly endless belly, around tremendous thighs, all over a blubbery butt.
"So, feeders do more than feeding?" you ask.
"Oh yeah. Feeding is just part of it. Housekeeping, bathing, anything a fur needs help with."
"Ah, I see. Well, I'll consider it. I just got here after all. I'd like to see what's what around town."
"Better consider it quick before you discover all the great food we have around here! There's not much a market for quarter ton fox feeders!" said Titus said while chuckling.
"Hey, maybe then I'll hire you as a feeder then!" you say jokingly.
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