Okay this oneâs pretty dark and I despise capitalism, but I was recently reminded just how hot a corporate, hyper-capitalist feedism fantasy can really be⌠Imagine your appetite, behavior, and eventually entire mind being slowly paved over by the slick, calculated, engineered addiction of a billion dollar industry that wants you too heavy to ever waddle away or put its product down. The shame and fear of knowing that youâre falling right into their palms lapping up a fattening druglike food they designed to own you, mixing with the eroticism of feeling your body growing and swelling into the exact uselessly, endlessly needy food dependent customer they want. Not being able to stop yourself from getting off with one hand while shoving their product down your throat with the other as you accelerate the corporate feedism colonization, letting their engineered flavors rewrite your brain until youâre just the soft, panting endpoint of their assembly line. Becoming nothing but another one of their loyal ever-expanding blobs mindlessly dedicated to burning your paychecks on their fattening foods until youâre immobile.
Letting them hand feed you offerings and rewards to chain you to their product and keep you a docile piggy⌠a discount here, a buy one get 4 free there, free delivery once youâre immobile (or maybe before to suppress your willingness to leave the house). Slowly molding you into their corporate-owned, sugar and MSG addicted, appetite-shackled cow, and itâs not your fault after all~ Youâre just one future piggy against a whole industry, against billions of dollars in research and science designed just to grow and subdue you. Itâs a fight you canât win, so you might as well give in and trade your autonomy for the easy, comforting, wet, heavy bliss of constant calorie soaking, becoming a creature whose only remaining instinct is to swallow whatever poison funneled your way. Itâs futile because theyâve roadmapped your ruin anyway, the corporations know the exact moment your gaze will go completely vacant when the salt hits your tongue, your mind shorting out as you realize youâve become a literal commodity, a gorgeous pile of expanding lard that exists only to soak up more product and swell into total, sedentary ruin. And youâll start worshipping them for it too, theyâll turn your depraved addiction into a craving, an appreciation for the way theyâve rewired you to get off on your own physical obsolescence, finding a sick, sexual spark in the fact that your body is being harvested by greed. Reveling in the fact that the corporationâs financial greed is fueling your caloric greed. That youâve let yourself turn into a massive, perfectly obedient tribute to corporate excess, a girl who is so thoroughly broken by her cravings that sheâd happily watch the last of her custom made XXXL clothes split and tear just for another hit of addictive, greasy garbage.
You canât pretend, you canât deny it, youâll have the evidence of your ruin displayed to you through the company provided health tracking app and youâll be rewarded for every little submission to gluttony. Because like any good company, theyâll keep metrics on you to measure their campaign effectiveness, theyâll give you rewards if you sign up for that health tracking app where they can measure every little pound you add, your fast declining step count each day, and the way your body is struggling to keep up with their âcampaignâ. Theyâll dangle the carrot (or donut) in front of you to keep you waddling towards an obese oblivion. Theyâll log you as a loyally brainwashed piggy once they know youâve reached the state of total, lard soaked, dependent, fitness failure where youâre literally too wide to be anything but a permanent, overfed, stuck blob in your own home. Even then, the campaign wonât be done, they donât just want you fat⌠youâre being industrially processed, your old personality being replaced by a thick, sugary static that only clears when youâre being stuffed past the point of agony with their product. Youâll be reduced to nothing but a revenue stream fueled by depravity. You wonât be considered a true success until youâre permanently in a state of chemically induced submission where youâre nothing but a soft, wet and needy vessel for their profits, a pig thatâs been fed and rewired to find her highest pleasure in her own destruction. Youâll get off to the intoxicating pleasure of being mocked for how much youâve given up, teasing about how those corporate scientists have done a better job of owning you than your own willpower ever could. Youâll become so beautifully dim witted and overstuffed that you canât even remember what it felt like to have a thought that wasn't about your love for the corporation, your swelling body, or your next hit of the âmedicineâ they so graciously allow you to buy.
Years will pass and youâll lay in your corporate owned âpig penâ in a mountain of your own jiggly, calorie dense waterfall of lard, sobbing with a dark relief because your handler is halfway through opening the next crate of your favorite products, and youâll get off to the fact that youâre long past saving (as if you want to be saved anyway) <3
annaxmalina
turnnoffyourmind
jacobvanloon
titsay
prguitarman
