Time for your weigh-in, Piggy. I know you've been stuffing yourself just like a good boy, and now it’s time to see the results. It's obvious when you step on the scale that you can no longer see the numbers over your ever-growing gut. I want to see exactly where your new gain has gone. Running my hands over your soft, stretch mark covered body as I track every new inch of blubber with my measuring tape. Moaning as I run my hands across your flabby belly, chest, and hips. I want to see exactly where all those extra calories have been going. You're getting so round, so heavy, and I couldn’t be prouder of my greedy, gluttonous hoglet.
