The woman at the drive thru is surprised to see us for the third time that hour. Iām not. You always need seconds, and lately youāve been begging for thirds. Shrugging off her disbelief, the woman hands me your meal. Once we get home, I open the bag and inspect its contents. Four double cheeseburgers? Check. Four large fries? Check. Three milkshakes? (All chocolate because you had vanilla for breakfast.) Check. This is going to make a great snack - but it needs a few quick modifications. I dump the burgers and fries onto a gigantic platter, and pour the milkshakes into your feed bucket. I slather butter all over the burgers and fries, watching it melt and combine with the oozing grease that already coated all of the food. Thatās the whole stick - a solid 800 extra calories of pure fat added to an already obesity-inducing meal. I move on to the milkshakes, pouring in a vat of heavy cream and sugar. I think itās pretty funny how well youāve conditioned yourself to it. Whenever I forget to add it, you complain that the milkshake isnāt creamy enough or sweet enough. Your lunch is ready now - all 8,000 calories of it. 5,000 more come from my fattening additions, but youāll barely notice. I bring the massive pile of food to you. āYou look like youāre starving!ā I exclaim to the morbidly obese girl sitting plumply on the couch. āHere, get some good nutritious food in you.ā Itās anything but nutritious, as we both know. The meal is front of you is designed to be as addictive and fattening as possible. All of that lard is going to be forced into your overgrown fat deposits, and the sugar is going to manipulate your brain into thinking itās hungry again in just a few hours. I ease the first burger into your open mouth. You twitch with excitement as it drips grease onto your tongue. Thereās nothing more pleasing to you than the taste of pure fat. The burger goes down in seconds, and you grab another and cram it down your throat. All of that fast food has made you thirsty, so you go for the feed bucket. I help you pour it into your gaping mouth. You can feel the heavy, fattening slop oozing down into your bloated stomach. Lost in a mindless daze of fat and sugar, you donāt really need my help at the moment. Bite. Chew. Swallow. Bite. Chew. Swallow. A massive handful of fries disappears into you in seconds. Youāre barely chewing now, just robotically shovelling in and swallowing junk food. I run my hand over your thigh. Itās dimpled with bulges of cellulite, and sticky in spots where youāve dripped some milkshake. Your bare feet are losing definition. I can see your plump toes squeezing against each other, ripe with extra fat. Even your fingers are fattening up. Youāve been making tons of typos lately, no longer able to tap just one letter at once. Your arms are pillowy with blubber. Your muscles are growing weaker while your fat is multiplying in size and weight, so your arms arenāt so easy to lift anymore. Youāve coated your neck in soft fat, watching as two chins grew into three. Now thereās some sort of mixture between grease and heavy cream dribbling down your third chin. Your hips are growing softer and wider than ever, inflated with your gluttonous appetite. And your belly is the crown jewel of you obese body. Huge, round, and over-packed with flab, itās what makes you a pig. Itās tight right now because of your overeating, but thereās still a layer of fat over your stomach a few inches deep. I can almost feel it growing, swelling like a balloon with even more excess fat. Can you feel it? Can you feel your gut tightening as you fill it with the most fattening foods you can find? All of that food churns around in your belly until itās digested, and then the fat is allowed to flow openly through you. It courses through your veins, collecting on your waistline. Are you pants getting tighter? It deposits itself on your neck. Is that a fourth chin I see coming in? It pumps itself into your arms. Theyāve been sagging lower and lower lately, havenāt they? It inflates your obese belly. Canāt you see the new rolls forming? Your body is overridden with greasy yellow gobs of fat. Itās taken over. Youāve become a servant to your own belly fat, your only goal being to see it swell with more lard than ever. I can tell youāll never be thin again. I can tell that you canāt do anything but add more fat to your morbidly obese body. Youāre nothing but a massive, fatty pig. I can see it in your eyes when you finish your massive meal and nervously query, āā¦more?ā
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