You need a feeder/encourager who will console you when you get home from such life change news. To take you to your bed, out of your clothes, and stroke your already hard cock.
"What a poor pathetic pig. Went so hard into your kind that your permanently destroyed your body. It can't keep up anymore, can it? This isn't something you can come back from. This body, the only body you have, can never escape the pig you are now. You can barely keep yourself from huffing and puffing even now, a little voice in the back of your mind saying how you might have thought you could always turn it around is quiet now. It knows the door closed behind you and you can't go back.
You should be more worried than horny, but you know you're just going to get bigger. Softer and wider than you should be. Getting blitzed so often you feel like your mind is moving so slowly even when sober. The brain damage getting worse so you make even worse decisions. Too brain dead to stop. Too addicted to ruining yourself. Just a dumb pig who can't help but cum from getting diabetes"
But you wouldn't enjoy that, right? Nah. This is all an act. No way someone would actually destroy themselves like that and get off on it. It would be a death sentence and who would want that?
I uh… yeah… who would want that… surely not a pig that jiggles like this…
Oh who am I kidding… oink 🐷
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