“Hey, where the fuck are you goin’, fat boy? I ain’t done with your fat ass yet. You flop all that blubber down on this bed right now, you fat fuck. That’s it. Oh Jesus you are lookin’ BIG, bro. Look at all this fuckin’ fat right here. That’s what I’m talkin’ about. Big rolls of fucking blubber; fat, juicy tits. You know you turned you into this fat fuckin’ pig you’ve become? Me, that who. That’s right, you fat piece of shit. I made all this fuckin’ lard right here; pound by fuckin’ pound. You think you did all the work do you, fat boy? You didn’t so shit; just lay there stuffing yourself, gaming, watching TV, sleeping. It’s me who pushed you, isn’t it? Me who pushed entire cheesecakes into that greedy fat face of yours. Me who poured gallons of gainer shake down your throat, watching you get fatter and fatter until now you can’t even leave the house ‘cause you ain’t got no clothes that fit. And I’m just gettin’ started, piggy. That’s right. You think you eat a lot now?? Oh boy, I ain’t even started with your fat ass. I don’t give a shit what you want, pig. I’m in control, you get it? And even I don’t know where this is gonna go. Another 200 lbs? 300? 500? Fuck it, I don’t give two fucks what you want, fat boy. I just want you heavier and greedier and fatter. Talkin’ like this has got me real horny, man. I’m gonna go into the kitchen and put all the food in the house on the kitchen floor. Everything. And in about 10 minutes, you - you fat fuck - are gonna come into that kitchen naked on all fours like a fuckin’ hog and eat it all. And I’m not gonna let you cum until every crumb is in that huge, swollen belly of yours. You’ve had your instructions. You know what to do. Be my pig.”
