I love watching everyone stare at you — that mix of worry and pure disgust on their faces as you sit here devouring your fourth pizza. And who can blame them? Your clothes are barely holding on, stretched tight and failing to cover that massive, obese body you’ve grown for me.
Two chairs creaking beneath your weight, three family-sized pizzas already gone, and here you are... still working on the fourth like you can’t stop. How pathetic and addictive it looks. What’s that? You thought that girl over there was cute? Oh, sweetheart... forget about her. Someone like her would never want a lard-filled, breathless, obese mess like you. Look at yourself — spilling over the seats, sweating, panting between bites.
Don’t worry though. You still have me. Only I can love you exactly as you are — this ruined, helplessly addicted version of yourself. No one else would ever accept or desire this much of you.
Now finish that last slice for me. Eat every bite while they all watch. When you’re done, I’ll take you home... and use that heavy, exhausted body until the only thing you can feel is me. I’ll make you shake and moan so intensely you’ll forget you were ever anything but my perfectly broken, overfed pet.
Keep chewing. Show them all who you belong to.
