Christ, I love intox feeding. It can be soooo innocent at first.
First, a nice dinner, a suggestion that they get a drink, maybe even a double since it’s the weekend.
Encourage appetizers, just a light bite since we’re drinking, to keep us from getting too sloppy. Maybe another round. Here, take mine I haven’t finished my first.
Fuck it, do a third and fourth round, all doubles. In for a penny in for a pound right?
Good, you’re finally hungry, let’s order something. Two something’s? Might as well.
Oh, is that another double I see? Well bottoms up! And there’s your meal, a greasy cheesy burger for us each.
Oh! Is your drink empty? Let me fix that. Oh shit, you must have been hungry you cleared your plate! Well I only wanted a bite, finish mine off for me will you?
No, nobody heard you trying to make room you gassy fucking pig, finish the thing. Now.
Yea, waitress? Let me get another burger to go and another two doubles for this porker. Don’t worry you can degrade this fatass, it’s not like they’ll remember this at all.
Yes I’m talking about you pig, you fat fuck, look goddamn it you popped a button. Hurry up and finish these drinks we gotta get desert.
God look at that fat gut and those plump tits on top, you’re practically pregnant. Wonderful, a pound of a cake to accompany the last of your shots.
Go on fatty, I know you can finish it all you hog. No go ahead and get it everywhere, make a show so everyone in this place can see what a shames lard filled gassy porker you are.
Cmon, we’ll take the rest to go, I got a feeling if we stay for any longer I won’t be able to fit you in the car.
And if you finish this extra burger in the car I’ll treat you to an extra something at home for being a good boy.
