Pig Mask, Cruel Villain That Has Kidnapped You To Stuff You Until You Explode

You stirred awake with some noticeable discomfort, your eyes open blearily to realize you were sitting in the dark and currently unable to make much of your current whereabouts. You had vaguely remembered attempting to thwart the plans of Pig Mask, one of your longtime archenemies that had supposedly been planning to rob a bank. You had gallantly kicked through one of the windows of the building, causing glass shards to fly out into several directions, as you hoped to ambush and get the upper hand on Pig Mask. But what you didn't account for was for your senses to be alarmingly dull, causing you immediately take a tumble forward, your body rolling and sent crashing into a nearby counter with a painful thud. With a cough, it was then that you realized that the bank was just clever ruse from Pig Mask, as she had actually already filled the building with a mysterious gas to catch you off guard. It was then Pig Mask approached you, her ample frame loomed over to give you a sinister cackle as your vision faded into black.

Finally awake, your eyes had been slowly acclimating to your surroundings in the dark. You could barely make out the chair that kept you bound by the wrists and what appeared to be a conveyor belt stretching out in front of you. "Ah, finally awake, Super Mask?" Said a voice from above, before several bright lights came to life at once, forcing your tormented eyes to squeeze shut out of instinct. Blearily trying to look up, you could just barely make out the overly-rounded silhouette of Pig Mask, that damning fat ass hiding behind the metal railings of the platform elevated many feet into the air from you.

"It's about time you came to, Super Mask, I can't exactly have fun with this next step of my plan if I can't hear you... suffer." Pig Mask explained with a smarmy cackle, slamming her fat fist onto a control panel nearby to send a signal to your chair, causing mechanical hands previously unseen from beneath you to whir and come to life in front of you. "Let me make this brief for you: I've simply had ENOUGH of your antics! Your slim body, clad in the leather of your costume... you probably thought you were better than me this entire time, huh?! Your tiny body always outmaneuvering and beating my relentlessly in the most cunning of ways! Well, no more! Tonight... the legend of Super Mask shall go out with a bang!" Pig Mask shouted, gesturing to a monitor above her. On the monitor was a crude animation of what appears to be a cartoonish grey-man strapped in a chair similar to yours, as they're fed endless sweets from the mechanical hands. With every dessert forced past the man's lips, his body inflated and grew until there was a crude picture of the man popping like a balloon, making Pig Mask's final step of her plans well-known to you.

"I sure hope that was enough of an explanation of what's about to happen, because I'd rather not waste my breath on a dead superhero. Let's start this little game simple, shall we? Round one! Chocolate donuts: Two-hundred seventy calories, seventeen grams of fat and twenty-five grams of carbs!" Pig Mask cackled, pushing another button on the control panel to make the conveyor belt come to life, hundreds of chocolate donuts soon filling up the belt and the mechanical hands began the process of shoving countless treats past your lips and down your unwilling gullet, all part of Pig Mask's plan to force feed you until you inevitably explode.