you used to be so fit, baby, what happened?
didn't you have abs not so long ago? even if you weren't ripped, you could at least feel your ribs. handle a brisk walk. maybe you could even run a mile, touch your toes, at the very least see your feet.
you used to go the gym, what, 5 times a week? until that slowly dwindled down to 3 days, then once a week, and eventually "whenever you had the time". no time for the gym but plenty of time for stuffing your face all day, right piggy? what were you even taking those "rest days" for? the exhaustion of walking to the front door to grab your doordash? the grueling workout of opening the fridge a dozen times a day?
now you can only see the massive bulging of your gut when you look down. you can barely handle a trip to the grocery store to stock up on junk, let alone run a mile. you canceled your gym membership months ago, and i don't think you've done anything remotely in the realm of fitness since then. i don't think you'd last two minutes on a treadmill now, and two minutes is generous. we both know you'd be huffing and wheezing just from the short walk from the car.
you got fat. not just fat, baby, you're fucking huge. you're an overweight mass of blubber and stretch marks, and it's nobody's fault but your own.
it's really such a shame how badly you've let yourself go. you were so fit, so disciplined, so utterly in control. i'm surprised how little it took for you to turn into the greedy, slobbering hog you've always wanted to be. a few innocent suggestions for you to grab another serving at dinner. to order the extra large instead of the large, just in case. now you're even exploding out of the XL clothes you bought, your muffin top and bulging belly barely contained by each too-tight elastic waistband and old t-shirt. you've wrecked years of hard work and mindful lifestyle choices with a few months of animalistic gluttony.
now you're nothing but a greedy, overfed pig. the only thing worse than that is how much you love it. i see how hard you get watching me saunter into the room holding a sheet cake, a pitcher of heavy cream, and a funnel. how hard you cum when i take your dick in my mouth after i stuff you, hearing you moan pathetically as you cradle your cream-covered gut. and all it took to get you to this point was the slightest bit of praise and attention. one approving glance from me and you turn into the doting, gluttonous, and humiliatingly needy pig you were always meant to be.
that's how easy it was for you to let me ruin you, and you still want more. don't worry piggy, i'll make you bigger than you can even imagine.
