Oink! I mean Help! He said he's going to put me in the oven! I tried to escape but I'm too fat to get away.

A year and a half of feedism and I now I realize why: He was fattening me up so I could be his succulent pig. I'm getting basted like a roasted hog, trussed like Thanksgiving turkey and he's laughing at me, groping and jiggling my over-indulged body. He's overjoyed to have such a generous feast spread out on the table.