Youâre not even fighting it anymore, are you? I must have missed it, maybe around the 4th size-up for your wardrobe, but somewhere along the way I rewired you so completely that gluttony stopped being this dirty little secret and became your whole identity dripping off of every curve on your body like youâre turning into melted ice cream. I took all those little bites and extra pounds you used to fear, and I made it feel like your fate was always wrapped in excess, so you might as well just enjoy it.
It started small, just like your waistline, a little pre meal snack here, just to take the edge off. Then a bigger portion at dinner, because you earned it. Then dessert, because you ate everything else, might as well finish strong right? Then dessert again, because one was never really enough. And the whole time I was shrinking the space between meals, tightening that window until you were never more than an empty thought away from your next bite. Your body stopped knowing what hunger even felt like, the only feeling that replaced it was that constant warm flow of calories sliding down your throat, and you started craving that fullness like oxygen.
Now look at what youâve become. I take you through the drive thru and order something for you to mindlessly gorge on before we even get to the restaurant⌠and you donât even blink. You donât even hesitate. You just take whatever bag of grease I give you and start working through it while I lead you waddling to our table until youâre wedged into a booth with the menu in one hand and a half-eaten burger in the other~ By the time the appetizers trickle out, youâve already polished off enough to be a full meal for anyone else. But weâve made you into something new, something coated in gluttony and a lifetimeâs worth of âjust one more couldnât hurtâ to the point that thousands of calories are just the warm up. Just the little taste to get that gut ready for what is coming.
Thatâs how I know you can never go back, because while weâre waiting for your meals, youâre already eyeing the dessert menu for what comes after the food you havenât even seen yet, already planning the next wave of calories, already thinking about dessert before youâve even touched your main course. Rubbing your doughy thighs together resisting the urge to touch yourself while you stuff appetizers in your face and try not to get off just from feeling your belly press into the table while your eyes scan the dessert menu, knowing that reading each itemâs calorie count is affecting you way more than it should. No point in worrying about it, your brainâs been rewired so deeply that thereâs no shame left, no resistance, just this deep hungry need that I put there and you latched onto. You wonder how you ever lived without this constant stream of richness coating your tongue and filling your belly. You wonder how you ever survived on so little.
Thatâs the corruption I love most~ Not just the weight youâre packing on, but the way your mind has bent around this new life. You donât see gluttony as weakness anymore, no you see it as pleasure, as purpose, as the only thing that makes sense to a fattened blob like you. Every extra bite is progress, every new roll is a milestone, every time you catch yourself reaching for food without even thinking, you feel good because you know youâre exactly where I wanted you and exactly where the thin version of you swore youâd never be~
So keep going, piggy. Eat and eat while that belly swells and those thighs spread and that double chin deepens. Let yourself get softer and dumber and more hopeless with every single meal. Youâre rewired now after all, thereâs no waddling back to the person you used to be. Sheâs gone, buried under all that beautiful fat, and all thatâs left is this greedy, hungry, perfect little piggy who will never have enough.
