You've ordered yourself some takeout for dinner, but it is far too little for someone as not-so-little as you, so I decide to order you more food, as any loving, doting feeder would: first a party pack of tacos, then a large pizza, paired of course with lots of sugary soda to wash everything down. I tease, praise, and encourage you through each of your courses, and by the time dessert arrives, you're fit to bursting--and you do end up bursting your button when you sit back down! Seeing how full and bloated you are, I decide to help you out by hand-feeding you a box of cookies and small shake, and once everything is packed tight inside your big, bulging, blubbery belly, I praise you sweetly for being such a good piggy for me.
