I'd normally say I'd keep you tied down but at three hundred your already too fat too do much in the way of struggling. I'd make sure you were eating to your max capacity each day on only most fattening and chocolatey delicacies. And if I ever felt like you weren't living up to your potential you'd eat up to what I'd think a pig like you should eat till, funneling you straight lard till I felt you were the right fat shape for my pleasure