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I don’t want to participate in society anymore—I want to give all that up, waddle away from the world, and let you turn me into what I was meant to be: your living lard storage tank, your greedy, gluttonous sow. I want to grow so fat and impossibly heavy that I can’t move, can’t lift myself, can’t do anything but exist to be fed, fattened, and fucked. I need you to push me there, step-Daddy—push me past the point of no return, past mobility, past shame. I need to swell like a lard-filled water balloon into your masterpiece, your helpless, overfed pig.