Your French BF has big plans for you in Paris, piggy.

"Well bonjour, sleepyhead. I thought you were going to sleep all day! But that is not surprising considering how much you ate last night, is it? You were such a greedy piggy for me last night, cheri. I don't think the waiter had every experienced someone who looked at the menu and said "one of everything please'' and meant it. I had to translate it into French for him! And you ate it all, mon petit cochon. People in the restaurant couldn't believe their eyes. A huge, fat American stuffing down plateful after plateful. You were moaning in pleasure, cheri. Just the ecstasy of being such a greedy, fat pig turns you on so much. And you should have seen the faces of everyone else in the restaurant when I started to rub your massive belly and encouraging you to eat more, eat faster. And the wine! Six bottles you drank, cheri! No wonder you sleep so much! My hugely obese American boyfriend, fat and drunk and out of control. Eating like a fucking hog at a trough; not giving a fuck about what a fat, drunk, greedy slob he was being. Laughing at all the sneers by ordering another baguette to drown in melted butter and stuff into his mouth. I'm so proud of you, piggy. Proud of how we had to buy two seats for you on the plane. Proud of how we had to request special assistance for you at the airport because you're too fucking obese to walk even a few steps from the check-in to the gate. Proud of how we had to ask the hotel what the weight limit is for their beds because you're so fucking fat most normal beds can't cope with your sheer bulk. Looking at you lying their now - looking fatter than I've ever seen you - I just want to spend all day in bed; fucking your fat rolls and worshipping that enormous, gorgeous belly. But Paris is the city of food, mon ami - there's so much for you to eat out there. And if you thought you overdid it yesterday, cheri, boy are you in for a surprise. Today I'm going to make you overeat until you think you're going to burst. I'm going to make you eat until you can't walk, or even think. You're going to be so full you'll be begging me to stop. But I won't stop, mon amour, and neither will you. You are just going to keep eating and eating and getting fatter and fatter until vacations like this will just be a distant memory. Your whole life will be just one bed in one room and me stuffing you, all day, every day. Immobile. Helpless. Immense, The fattest human on Earth. So hurry up, cheri. Because we'll always have Paris."