Look at you. What a pig. Do you remember when we first met? ..
🕑 Added 2022-05-17 23:40:43 +0000 UTC
Look at you. What a pig. Do you remember when we first met? You were so hot, fit and trim. Heck, I was fatter than you. You had abs and muscles, a body that people admired and wanted for themselves. But while everyone looked at you and saw a fit athlete, I saw potential for something else. Potential for weight and lots of it. I saw hot in shape and confident you were and it made me want to ruin that. Especially after our first conversation. You were so pretentious you thought that you were doing me a favor by going out with me. When we got to the restaurant and I convinced you to really eat, I knew you'd be easier to corrupt than I originally thought.
(Your feeder smacks and ruthlessly shakes your fat exposed belly.)
I knew you'd be nothing but a weak pig. Its been a year since we met and now you're 120 pounds heavier. I've completed my job of turning you from a fit, hygienic athlete to a fat, out of shape sloppy pig. When's the last time you left your home? You don't even interact with the delivery driver because you're so ashamed of what a pig you are. Well guess what fatty, tomorrow I'm making you waddle out in public. You haven't worn your clothes in awhile so we'll pick out something that still kind of fits. Its going to be hard since you're such a fatass and all of your clothes have old food stains. Everyone is going to see what a filthy pig you are. We're going to go to all of your old favorite places including the gym, maybe we'll run into some of your friends so they can see how far you've fallen. Its going to be so fun seeing everyone laugh and comment about your weight. I hope you can keep in all of your gas fatty, you're already so shy now from being such a fat pig. Imagine what your friends will say seeing you eat enough for four people and burping so loud it echoes through the restaurant. Do you think they'll notice that you haven't even showered in a week because you're too busy stuffing your face. Don't worry, I'll tell them. I can't wait to see how embarrassed and greedy you're going to be.
(Your feeder smacks your belly and squishes your chubby cheek)
Now, I'll go plan tomorrow while you finish your second dinner fatty. Better hurry because dessert is in an hour. Eat up fatty.
