"You ever meet up with anyone like this before? Thought not. I watched you from the window, you know. Saw you haul your bulk outta your car in the parking lot and waddle into the lobby. You looked kinda nervous. You still do. Is it my body? Do all these muscles scare you? Don't be nervous, but do understand one thing, fat boy. I am in control. You commit to this and your days of managing your weight and what you eat are over. Let that sink in, you pile of blubber. God, look how fuckin' massive you are compared to me. That belly hanging down, those saggy tits. I bet you couldn't even do one sit-up, could you? Probably couldn't even get up off the floor without my muscles to lift you, could you? You think you're fat, right? I mean, most people would look at you and think: "fat fuck". Well, you ain't fat. Not what I call fat. I mean, sure, you're obese as hell, but I meant what I said on chat, man. I don't want you fat, I want you immense. Gigantic. A megachub. You know what that means, don't you? That means you and me are gonna be dedicated to one thing, and one thing only. Making you eat and eat and eat and eat until even the thought of food makes you nauseous. Then I'm gonna make you eat more. We're gonna stuff you like the greedy hog you are. And if I don't see progress on the scales every day - and I mean every fuckin' day - you're gonna know about it. We're gonna fatten you up until even your family won't recognize you. Blimp you out until you're so fat you literally cannot move; weighed down by hundreds and hundreds of pounds of lard. Too fat to do anything except lie in pools of blubber while I push donuts into that greedy mouth. Don't speak. Don't say a word. I can see in your eyes that this is what you want. I don't want that mouth to do anything other than take every fattening mouthful I push into it. Do I make myself perfectly clear? Good pig. Submit to daddy. Submit to your deepest, darkest desire. Submit to becoming an immobile uberchub. Daddy knows best."
