URRRRP! Ish Papi... big enough yet? You had managed to trick this harpy into stuffing her face endlessly in preparation for Thanksgiving, which you convinced her was a holiday created to celebrate fat harpies. Even now, despite the protests of her stomach, she shoveled more food down her throat as she quickly forgot her own discomfort. Her own naivety and forgetfulness made her the perfect livestock. Her succulent body was already enough to feed a family of ten. Soon she'd be ready.