Mark turned his head slowly. He was lying down, but couldn't remember going to bed. In fact, he couldn't remember much at all. He tried getting up, but his movements were so clumsy he nearly fell on his face.
He heard a door open and two people walk in.
"Oh my, what a tragedy," said a business-like female voice. "A boy his age, barely half the minimum weight... "
"Don't worry, we'll help him soon enough," said another, friendlier female voice.
"Help me? With what?" he looked around. It looked like a hospital room, but... smaller. Like nobody stayed there for long. He turned to the new arrivals and his jaw dropped. Each one was over five hundred pounds. One was a blonde in a lady's business dress, the other Asian and wearing a nurse's uniform, both with buttons straining to keep their bodies in.
"Why, help you gain weight, dear," the nurse spoke. She was Asian and had a very calm, friendly tone to her voice. "You've been chosen for our Forced Acquisition of Adipose Tissue project. I know it may seem strange at first, but we're all very friendly here," she patted her own belly, which reached her knees. "Ludmilla and I here are average sized, but some of our subjects are well over a ton."
Mark was about to react, when the nurse gently shushed him. "Everything will be taken care of, your every need seen to by our lovely FEMALE staff - or males, if you prefer." Mark blushed. The nurse began to pose, showing off her body. "Look at me, for example. I used to be like you," he looked at his body. Hardly a speck of meat on his small frame, and he doubted he was any taller than his Asian nurse. "But now I'm large, comfy, well-fed," she winked at him. "And I couldn't be happier."
"Yeah, why you want to stay this way is a mystery to me," Ludmilla jabbed him with a pen. "Now if you're done coddling the test subject, Marian, I'd like to tell him his options."
"Options? Like what's on the menu?" he asked.
Ludmilla chuckled. "Sorry, but no. Your options for putting on weight. First off, there's the force-feeding tube."
"What does it feed me?" he asked.
"That's top secret," she snapped. "But you'll get LOTS of it. If you want, we can use the feeding machine, which will give you solid foods, but you'll be required to eat even more than if you chose the tube."
At least I'd get real food, he thought. The tube stuff sounded weird, but... kind of cool.
"Of course, if you're a wimp, you can have the pill. It'll make you so hungry we won't need to force you." she narrowed her green eyes. "But we don't like people who choose the pill."
Mark bit his lower lip. He didn't want to become fat, but that wasn't a choice, was it?
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