"What?" You managed to stammer as you look her in the eye to make sure that she wasn't crazy or trying some stupid ad campaign.
"You will weight one million pounds, sir!" She says with a happy smile and now customers are starting to crowd around you. You are feeling a little uneasy as you've become the new center of attention. Everyone is either looking at you with a congratulatory smile or a jealous sneer. You shake your head, trying to step back, but only find yourself landing against squishy bodies keeping you in place. The girl's smile is still there as she points behind you. You turn around and notice something you hadn't caught before. A large industrial platform that held a large 'cushion' or oversize beanbag chair. Above it was a sign with "Our millionth on the way to a million!" with a blank digital readout with 'pounds' written beside it.
The managers had arrived and did a little speel about customer service and working hard, but the part you listened to was the 'prize'.
"For the rest of your life, we will be taking care of you! In exchange for sitting out here on your journey to one million, we will feed you, entertain you and most of all, feed you!" The crowd laughed at that, but you weren't really laughing as you could feel them starting to grab onto you, pulling you towards the platform. Attendants were arriving, setting up a tube with a face harness that you knew had to be the feeding device.
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