"Look at yourself. Look down and look at your body. Take a good, long look. Take it all in. Take in the sheer size of yourself. All that bulk. All that weight. All that fat. There's fat everywhere you look, isn't there. You're encased in it. Smothered in blubber. Hugely obese. So much soft, puffy fat that you can barely believe it. So fucking overweight you can barely move, yet every time you even try your entire body just starts quivering and jiggling because of all that heavy, excess lard you're carrying around. And do you know why you're so fucking obese? Do you, fat boy? It's because that's what I want. And I am in complete control, aren't I? Don't speak, just nod. I own you. I decide what you eat, when you eat and - oh, this is the best part - how much you eat. Your free will left this conversation a long time ago. I fucking own you, pig. And don't imagine for one second that this is the fattest you're gonna be. No way. Your gaining is for my sexual gratification - end of story. You can't imagine the ecstasy of sculpting my body to the peak of perfection and then looking at how much I have wrecked yours. Destroyed it. Turned you into a super-morbidly obese blob just to prove how superior I am to you. And the fatter you get, the harder you struggle to move, the times you beg me - literally beg me - to skip the feeding tube every now and then. Well, that just pushes me further in wanting you bigger. So much bigger. Forget about everything except this: you gain because that's your destiny. We're going to test the limits of what is possible for human obesity. And this - my gigantic gainer pig - is only the beginning."
