Okay can you pls polish this: Oh sweetheart, look at you struggling to pull those poor pants up over that swollen, overfed belly. I told you they wouldn’t fit anymore, didn’t I? But you just couldn’t stop stuffing yourself, could you? All that soft, heavy fat you’ve packed on. And now? Now you’re huffing, red-faced, about to pop a button like the greedy little piggy you are. You’ve been such a bad boy, haven’t you? Trying to hide it, pretending you’re still fit and athletic, when we both know you’ve turned into such a filthy, fattened mess. Keep going, try again. Step-Mommy wants to watch.