You’ve been craving my milk again, haven’t you, piggy? You know exactly what it does to you—how every drop makes you heavier, slower, and softer. My milk was made to feed greed, to turn you into something truly massive. I want to watch you drink every last bit until your belly strains and groans under the weight of your own gluttony. Don’t stop until you’ve had it all. Let it fill you, swell you, fatten you. My milk will make you grow into the greedy, overfed prize pig you're destined to be.
