Wandering across the mud towards the enormous pig, you are in wonder. Even at your regular size, this pig would come up to your waist, at that was if it was lying down.
As you get closer, you realise that it is awake, but in some sort of comatose state. It isnt taking any notice of things around it.
Perfect.
You reach out and stroke the rolls of fat of the pig. So soft, softer than anything youve ever come across before.
Unable to contain yourself, you throw yourself into the enormous roll of flab. It swallows you up instantly, depositing you in a fold of fat.
It smell of sweat, and is slimy with the stuff. The heat is overpowering.
With some effort, you pull yourself out of the fat, and land in the mud.
However, it feels alot colder. The temperature has dropped in the few minutes you were in the pig. You start to feel weak. You need heat. But where?
The pig behind you snorts in its coma. Duh!
You try to climb the fat again, but it is too slippy.
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