"Piggy!"

Dean immediately struggled to sit up. That word meant one thing: feeding time. Lisa carried in two sloshing canisters.

Lisa stood back to watch Dean — already red-faced and panting from exertion.

Usually, it took until lunch time for Dean to struggle with this simple task, but Lisa had upped his feed and despite not eating since his midnight snack Dean's heavy belly kept him pinned.

"You know there's a weight limit even for show pigs? You've blown way past that, piggy. Do you really need more food?"