to be kidnapped and fattened up as much as possible until my piggy heart gives out. my worth is dictated by how much I gain. my only purpose to eat and pleasure my feeders. even if I begged for them to stop, they'd never stop fattening me. even if I had a heart attack, they'd pile more fat into me. clog my arteries with more lard. have a feeding tube connected to a vat of melted butter, lard, ice cream, cream, mass gainer, supplements that I am forced to gulp down 24/7 when they aren't hand feeding me. i know parts of it are unrealisty, but god damn do I want that life.
10 months