I’m so full and tight, I can barely move and I definitely can’t get up to get more snacks to shove into my full, greedy belly. I’ve shoved two plates of rice and curry and a bottle of heavy cream mixed with meal replacement powder into my huge gut already, now watch me chug pudding mixed with half&half as a reward for finishing all my food? You should keep me like a collared overfed pet and keep me round and happy, and stuff me until I can’t take it anymore, then keep stuffing me even more

Look at me—this pathetic, empty-headed pig chugging milk mindlessly. Every gulp only proves how utterly greedy I am, with milk dribbling down my chin and soaking into my overstuffed, glistening belly. I drink it down, drooling and whining as my gut swells with each desperate sip, a filthy testament to my own debased indulgence. I’m nothing but a spoiled pig, too desperate and unthinking to care about any shred of dignity, begging silently for more with every degrading, gluttonous gulp