You're going to need to put on a tight shirt for me, piggy. And don't pretend like you don't have several sitting at the back of your drawer. I bet you tucked them in there thinking that one day they would fit again. Just maybe you'd be able to gather some self control and stop stuffing your face long enough to lose a few pounds. That's not going too well, is it tubby? Judging by those enormous red marks across your gut, I'd say it's safe to assume you're incapable of being anything less than a greedy pig. Did you waddle over and get that shirt yet? Good. Before you put it on, take a look at the size. Hard to believe you used to be that small, isn't it? But frequently gorging yourself until you can barely move is bound to change a few things. Now, put the shirt on for me... It's so cute watching you struggle. This is probably the most exercise you've had in a while, isn't it? Try not to get too out of breath, fatty. When you pull it down over your belly I want you to pay attention to how the fabric strains against your bloated middle. You might even be able to hear the seams stretching and pulling. Make sure you tug it as far down as you can so it doesn't roll up on its own. Remember, we're trying to hide the fact that you've been completely reckless and turned yourself into an embarrassing blob of fat. Wow... I didn't think it would be that tight. You really blew up. Hmm... wouldn't it be fun to wear this out for dinner? Everyone would be gawking at you as you make your way to our table. I bet the waitress would go back to the kitchen and tell all of the other servers about the huge fatass she'll likely spend all night waiting on. With every plate you finish that shirt would creep just a little further up... the entire restaurant is staring now. One more bite and those seams just might burst.

Your clothes are getting way too small... (teasing + name calling)

Massively Fattening