"That's it. Take a nice big bite. Tastes so good, doesn't it? So creamy and rich and delicious. More. More. I wanna see your mouth so fucking full your fat cheeks are maxed out. Good pig. How does it feel. Feels good, huh? Feels so fucking good. Have some more. Good. So many calories. So many fucking calories. More. Bet it's nice to have something sweet to sit on top of all that pasta and bread and meet and sauce. You did so good today, piggy. You just gorged down that meal for me. It was enough for a family of six but you just wouldn't stop. Wouldn't stop gorging. So fucking greedy, aren't you? Haha, you can't answer me, can you? Cause your mouth is so fucking full, like it should be. Like it should always be. I've lost track of all the calories you've eaten today, pig. All those fucking calories that you don't need. All those calories that are so bad for you. So fucking bad for you. Just piling on more and more pounds of lard. Making you fat. So fucking fat. They're the reason you're so fucking obese, carrying around hundreds of pounds of heavy flab. They're the reason you're weighed down by the weight of your own blubber. And I'm gonna keep sure you don't slow down. That you never stop. That you keep blowing up bigger and bigger, fatter and heavier, greedier and greedier. There are no limits, piggy. No limits to what I'm gonna shove in this fat, insatiable mouth of yours. Open wide, pig."
