Baby... it's for your own good. Please try to understand that.
I know what you would do. If I left you to your own devices, you'd find some way to swell up and... and... and explode blue juice all over the fucking neighborhood or something . Then I'm down a wife and I have to talk to the cops. No fun for me.
Look, this way I don't have to worry about you! And you still get what you want! Look at yourself! You're pumped full of eggs, you've got milk dribbling through your top. I know you love it, I can see how red your face is.
I'm sorry, but it has to be this way. This is the only thing keeping you from being a danger to yourself and others.
Don't look at me like that, it's a win-win! I get to keep fucking you full of eggs, and you get to be a swollen, infinitely-breedable cow. Pout all you want, I know you're loving this. And we never have to pay for milk! Or eggs! You're like a one-woman dairy farm. That's such a good thing to have in this economy, you know?
Why are your arms tied together? Baby, I just told you... you can't be trusted. I'm sorry, but you know it's true. I can't have a blueberry for a wife. I don't have the time or energy to roll your sloshing ass everywhere, and you don't fit through doors and... and... look it's just not socially acceptable. I'm sorry. At least this way I can take you out and show you off! And once you can take a big enough load, I won't have to tie you up. You'll just be too heavy to get up to mischief.
Are you feeling a little woozy, babe? Yes, I know it's kind of, like, problematic, but the eggs are gonna make you a little... docile. I can't do much about that. I think I like you like this, though. You're so much more obedient, and that's a really nice change of pace for me. Don't get me wrong, you're so cute when you're a brat, but I need all the help I can get here.
Yes, I'm sure you're hungry. You're eating for, like, a thousand and one now. Let me find you something to snack on...
