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Nope. Not fat enough. Time for the funnel.

You can still breathe unassisted?

Monitors beeping, machinery working, doctors frantically talking, sweat dripping from your brow as you’re basically being kept alive by a swarm of medical professionals.

But if I get you home, there’s more fattening to be done.

In hot conditions, my mind always wanders to how you super fatties cope in the heat. As little clothing as possible, downing ice creams and sugary fizzy drinks left right and centre, multiple fans to keep all those folds cool.

And of course, who can forget just how sweaty you all get? That’s the best part. I love a sweaty piggy.

Sitting your fat ass on a pad so you don’t have to even worry about doing your business. You haven’t got to take a single step or waste any precious calories waddling to the bathroom, just go where you’re sat.

At first it’s freeing. Worries about walking to the bathroom or getting there on time are gone, because you just do what you’ve gotta do right there.

Then, it becomes a turn-on. You’re conscious about how much of a lazy slob you’ve become, and you fucking love it. You’d rather sit on a pad filled with your own waste than waddle a few steps to the toilet. Such a lazy, slobby hog.

And then finally, you’re not even aware any more. You’re so consumed with eating, laziness, and being a mindless fatty that you don’t even know if or when you’re going to fill that pad even more. All you care about is eating, gaining and being an obese hog. You’re only consumed with what’s going in, not what’s coming out. That’s someone else’s worry.