Two kinds of "body builders" meet. (Super-size tier exclusive)

"It's really you, isn't it? Yo, sorry for staring man, but you really are him, aren't you? The one they call The Porker? Oh my God, I never believed I'd get to see you in the flesh, bro. And so much fuckin' flesh too! Yeah, I'm at the hotel for the bodybuilding contest and I know the World Competitive Eating Competition's here as well, so I kinda sweet-talked my way into your party. When you look like I do you find people will be all kinds of helpful. You don't mind, do you?

"Well, I guess we're both dedicated to building our bodies, am I right? If you think about it, we're not so different. I'm sculpting my chiseled body to perfection, while you're dedicated to gaining immense amounts of weight. We both want the perfect body, don't we? Must be amazing to just eat whatever you want; all day, every day in a never-ending orgy of gluttony. Beats chicken and veggies, I can tell you!

"I guess I should confess. I'm a huge fan, big guy. I've seen all your videos on YouTube, but nothing compares to seeing you sat here in this hot tub. I mean, you're a fuckin' legend in competitive eating. Not only are you the undefeated World Champion for like ten years, am I right in thinking you're in the Guinness Book of World Records as the world's heaviest living person? You are?! That's insane to think I'm talking to the fattest person on earth. And fuck man, you are fucking ENORMOUS! I mean, I didn't think it was possible for someone to weigh over 1,000 lbs and still get around. And you weigh more than that, don't you? Last time I watched you do a weigh-in video you were 1,298 lbs. Yeah, I memorized the number, 'cause it was so fuckin' hot! And that was six months ago, so I'm guessing you're even heavier now. I can barely take you in, man - there's just so much of you. Every part of your body weighed down by hundreds and hundreds of pounds of lard.

Christ, look at the size of your tits - those nipples are the size of car tires! And my God, your belly. It's awe-inspiring. SO much fuckin' blubber.

How do you even move around at your size? Oh, that's what those guys are for. Your crew. They get you from A to B, huh? Sweet. Are they takin' you home after the party? You got a specially-reinforced truck to haul you around in? Man, you got it all figured out.

I don't want to be forward, big man, but would you mind if I tagged along tonight? We'll get you home, get you nice and comfy and then . . . well, let's just say the competition may be over, but there's lots more gluttony to come."