"Well..." your girlfriend grunts as she steps towards you and presents you with a bowl of mashed potatoes which you eagerly devour, "I think we can stop at halfway for now, and we'll see if we wanna finish the job afterward. Sound good?"
Your mouth full of food, all you can do is nod your head. You quickly return that head to the bowl of potatoes and continue eating. You can feel your body thickening with fat just like hers did, and it's such a wonderful feeling, to finally achieve your inner piggishness. It's like you've been waiting your whole life to be like this and now you're making it. And to think that you were actually afraid. How silly of you.
"So..." your girlfriend says. "How we gonna do it?"
"Um... do what?" You ask, hopeful of what she's alluding to. You can feel a stirring in your pants which you know are about to fade from existence.
"What do you think? How you gonna nail me? How you gonna make me squeal? How about we just get to it right here right now, huh?"
"Uh..."