"WHO ARE YOU?" he screamed as he was unfrozen, while he looked at you in fear. "WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?"
He was a short, skinny boy with red hair and freckles dotting his body on his face, shoulders, arms, back and chest. He had some pubic hair growing in his crotch area and armpits.
"Sleep well?" you asked as you picked him up with your bare hand. You could feel his ribs inside your fingers as they rubbed against his body.
"What do you want with me?" he asked again.
"I'll be blunt James," you start to say. "You're a delicacy."
"I'm a what?" he asked.
"You'll find out soon enough," you say.
You pick up a soft mattress from under the table James is housed on and set it on the table. "Lie down," you order.
James complies.
Quickly, you pull a twist tie from your back pocket and tie down his upper legs to the mattress, tight enough so he can't get up.
Terrified, James yelled, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
Peacefully, you say, "Relax, boy. Panicking only makes it worse." You pull up a motorized feeding-tube from under the table and adhere it to James' mouth. James trying to yell, you flick the switch.
Pure nutrition runs through the thin feeding-tube and into James' mouth as he wriggles his little arms around, trying to pull the tube out.
"I'll be back later," you say.
The next day, James has clearly turned into a ripe, little chub...
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