Sans titre

One that simps for me. Worships me. Does whatever I tell them to do, when I tell them to.

One that eats whatever is put in front of them. Eats on all fours. Oinks like the PIG they are.

Covers their body in lard just because I find it hot. Wears too tight clothes to show it off until I allow them to buy more.

One that’s lazy. Only wants to watch tv. That never gets off the couch. Stuffs themselves in bed like a PIG.

One that worships me. Treats me like the queen I am. The only thing on their mind being more food or mommy.

Eat everything your little heart desires. Answer every craving with more food. I want you nice and full at every opportunity PIG.

Be nice and lazy for me. Only get off the couch for more food, nothing more.

I want your swelling gut exposed. You’ll eat shirtless, or at the least with your shirt pulled up. “Oh my family” or “oh my roomate” Did I ask fatass? You’ll do as I say.

Fattening up is your purpose now. Your life should revolve around food. About laziness. Greed. Being a complete and utter PIG at all times.

I want my inbox full of fat, stuffed GUTS today, is that understood PIGS?

You’re not the fit athlete anymore. Muscular gym guy. Toned gym bunny. You’ve gotten chubby. And there’s no stopping now.

The gym is for fit people like me. You belong on the couch, surrounded be snacks. Mindlessly watching tv as you binge on nothing but empty calories.

Your belly pushing further and further over your waistband. Love handles poking out. Ass pressing against seams on your pants.

People will be confused. A fit hottie like me walking around next to a pig like you. My toned tummy on display. Your fat belly hanging out.

A perfect example of our contrast.

So go on pig.

EAT.