Good boys do what they’re told… and Tyler is the very goodest of Mother’s boys — heeding her every command… with no hesitation, or any questions asked.
When Mother charges him to speak, he speaks… when she instructs him to sit down, he sits… when she requests to be entertained, he does a little jig for her… and when she orders him to eat, he chokes down every bite of food that he can. He’s the most obedient runt of Mother’s litter… and the hungriest. Mommy’s little piggy. He’ll speak, sit, dance, and eat… and eat, and eat… until she is satisfied with him. It’s then, and only then, that he takes it easy.
Mother loves the way that he waddles around her home after a good feeding session — with his shirt rolled up to his chest, and belly stuffed round and taut. He looks so healthy with his tummy packed full… so plump, and swollen. It brings her so much comfort to see the aftermath of his eating… to know that her greedy fledgling is satiated — that he’s more than just well-nourished — and to help him pass his food. Rubbing and kissing his big belly brings her all of the comfort in the world, and to have her way with his shallowed navel is her favorite pastime.
Mommy’s goodest boy can hardly move once he’s had his fill… he’s just a bloated, gassy, helpless little piggy — and that’s exactly the way that she likes him.