Work out (Patreon)

Better keep running you fat fuck, or else your legs won't be able to even carry your massive blobby body. You can't even do one push up? God you're worse than I thought. Laying on the floor isn't going to do anything! Work those saggy arms! Pathetic. You seriously have a problem don't you, pig? Eating for every occasion. Bored? Eat. Sad? Eat. Happy? Better eat again! What a fucking pig. You'll never lose weight, hog. You can't even go up a flight of stairs without being winded! Fucking terrible. You're sore? That's because you're massive! Your legs alone are the size of a small person!

 Oh no, you aren't really going to attempt a sit up are you? Your fat rolls are in the way! This really is sad. You've eaten yourself to this size, now what are you going to do about it? You have barely been working out for ten minutes and you're drenched in sweat! What a goddamn hog you are. Your chest tight yet? You're a walking heart attack really. Come on hog, to the treadmill with you. Yep. That's what I thought. Too obese for that too. The poor machine is struggling to hold you! You're on the lowest setting possible, quit complaining. You're really a sick sight to see. A mess of wobbling fat rolls jiggling and perspiring as you desperately try to reverse all the effects of binge eating. Years of glutting made you this way pig. Does it surprise you? You're so pathetically out of breath and your face is redder than a tomato. 

You're probably thinking about giving up and just eating yourself bedbound. Then you might get surgery to remove your excess flab. How humiliating would that be? A doctor carving away years of your pathetic decisions, making money from your sad obese body. That's the easy way out. Give up now and that will be your only choice. Put down the dumbells and pick up a case of donuts fatty, you'll get there soon.