You’re mine now—my obedient, greedy pig—and that means your old life is over. No family, no job, no chores to busy those idle hands. Cooking? Cleaning? Laundry? Forget it. Your only purpose is to grow fatter, softer, and more helpless with every passing day. Every bite you take, every inch you swell, is a testament to my control over you. No decisions to make, no independence left—just the weight of your own greed pinning you down while I watch you become exactly what you were meant to be.

You’re mine now—my obedient, greedy pig—and that means your old life is over. No family, no job, no chores to busy those idle hands. Cooking? Cleaning? Laundry? Forget it. Your only purpose is to grow fatter, softer, and more helpless with every passing day. Every bite you take, every inch you swell, is a testament to my control over you. No decisions to make, no independence left—just the weight of your own greed pinning you down while I watch you become exactly what you were meant to be.