His pig, his rules (Patreon)

"You're seriously fucking with me right now, aren't you? This is ALL you're planning to eat for breakfast?!? A few bits of fruit? No fuckin' way, blimp. We're gonna do things my way, you understand? I'm talking a dozen eggs, a side of bacon, two loaves of bread, a mountain of pancakes, a gallon of maple syrup. I want you so weighed down by your gluttony you can't move for the rest of the day. Until I haul your fat ass to the table for lunch, that is. Go do those exercises I taught you: just push your stomach out as far as it will go and keep doing that till it hurts. That'll give us plenty of room to stuff you like the greedy fuck you are. My hog does things my way, right fat boy?"