I will morph you into the epitome of indulgence, your very essence a tribute to excess and lascivious gluttony. Envision yourself, a repulsive, slick creature, your days a repeating sequence of consuming and self-pleasure, each morsel dragging you deeper into a void of disgust and arousal. You will engorge yourself with the greasiest, most decadent foods, your body swelling with each gulp, while your pathetic arousal spikes with the anticipation of the next feast. Your existence is now a grotesque fusion of insatiable appetite and sexual depravity, all orchestrated by my will. Squeal for me, my swine, for that is your sole purpose. Your existence bends to my desire, and I crave to see you rendered stationary, an amorphous mass for my ridicule. You will devour endlessly, never ceasing, your form stretching with every indulgence. As you feast, you'll find release in your shame, a twisted pleasure in your degradation. Embrace your new identity, stripped to a base spectacle of consumption and desire, for my amusement, a vile display of hedonism and lust.