He woke up slowly, he tried to stand up, but he found the the restrains on his arms and legs were still there. He saw the long tube still attached to his mouth with a honey colored liqued running through it. He tried to spit the tube out, but it was wedged in his mouth just far enough so he wouldn't choke, but also so he couldn't get it out.
He felt wierd, somthing was diffrent, his boxers that he had slept in were tighter, and his undershirt was sitting between his chest and abbs. His muscle's felt diffrent to. He tried to move them, but they didn't seem to respond to his commands. He tried looking down, but the tube held his head straight, forcing him to watch the t.v.
There was no sound coming from the it, just pictures. He watched them flash by. They were all pictures of fat guys. Some of them at the beach, or at the movies. But in all of them, you had a good view of thier bellies, and fat.
After a few minuets of watching the fat guys the tube suddenly empties. It moves away and back toward the cieling. His head being free, he looks down at his stomach to see what was making him feel so wierd. What he sees though is...
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