"You like what you see, big man? Yeah? I'm glad to hear it, bro. Lot of work went into this bod, you know. Lot of fucking work. Hours in the gym every day, watching my diet, lifting heavy, man. All to sculpt this temple to masculine perfection. Well, this is your fantasy, big fella; you wanna get started? Go on and take that damn T-shirt off. No one to see you here but me. That's it. No, I remember everything you told me about how you wanted this to go. Jesus, you are fucking fat, bro. I mean "wow". Okay, you wanna get started, fatty? Pick up that first slice of pizza. Mmm, smells good, doesn't it? And look at the grease dripping down on your big fat belly. Rub some of the grease on your gut. Such a big, fat piggy, aren't you? You know you shouldn't be doing this, don't you? Huh? You know you're morbidly obese, right? Hundreds of pounds overweight. You should be dieting, shouldn't you? Counting calories. That pizza is so bad for you. It's just gonna make you even fatter. But you want it. You crave it. You need it. Shove that pizza into your mouth. That's it. That's it, fat boy. Push that whole slice of greasy, fattening pizza into that greedy fat face of yours. Good piggy. Chew it down and get started on the next one. Come on, you fat fuck. Eat. Keep looking at my body, my perfect body. Look at all this thick, beefy muscle as you wreck your huge body even more. Think about all this muscle as I flex for you, fatty. Push in another slice. Gorge yourself. Stuff that belly with as much as it can take and more. The faster you eat the harder I flex. Nearly there, big boy. Look at you so fat and so greedy. Think of how much fatter you'll be tomorrow. And the day after that. Bigger, fatter, heavier. So fucking fat. Are you close? Here, lemme give you a last flex of these pecs. Grab your stubby cock, fat boy and . . . oh, there it is. Good pig. Good pig."
