Fox considered his options, quickly realizing that he didn't have many to choose from. As the timer ticked away, he knew that no matter what happened, he was going to have to get fat. If it's the nature of the planet, he wasn't getting away without gaining a few pounds, and he didn't want to think about what might happen if he went against the grain. Better to take control of the situation while he still could, mitigating the damage and making sure he wasn't taken prisoner. With time still on the clock, McCloud pressed the :) button.
After a second's pause, a second video of Anthony came up on the screen. He seemed happy. "Splendid! We hope you enjoy your time on our wonderful planet!" As the cat continued talking, the room slowly but surely filled up with a faint but noticeable green gas. "That gas is relatively harmless, a simple cocktail we've prepared on this planet to make your new gain as easy to stomach as possible. In a few moments, our automatic kitchen will begin preparing some high-quality dishes for you, and the gas is intended specifically to speed your digestion and make your weight gain as fast and easy as possible. In a second, the screen will offer a variety of foods for you to choose from, all the highest quality, and you can select whatever you want. We'll let you know when your body fat percentage reaches an acceptable level, though you can continue eating for as long as you want."
The fat cat's face disappeared, replaced by a basic touch screen module filled with dozens of different types of food. Separated by meal and ethnicity, Fox found that almost every type of food he could imagine was at his fingertips. Up in the corner of the screen, a small line said "15%," clearly the fox's current body fat percentage.
Fox searched through the selections and finally decided to start by pressing a button for a chocolate milkshake. Mere seconds later, an unseen door in the wall slid open and out came a tray holding the biggest milkshake Fox had ever seen. The size of a bucket and packed to the brim with ice cream, milk and chocolate sauce, the fox thought he had died and went to heaven and took a sip. It was, indeed, one of the best things he'd ever tasted. One sip became two, became four, became a gulp and then a chug - Fox noticed that since the gas had sprayed him, his appetite had grown as well.
A few minutes later, Fox was highly regretful, as he had just finished the gigantic milkshake. Panting and holding his belly, which was noticeably distended by two inches and accentuated by the jumpsuit, he groaned and took a deep breath. Suddenly, his gut shrank a bit. Breathing in again, Fox saw his stomach process the milkshake instantly, his gut emptying and spreading its contents throughout his body. Checking the screen, Fox's "15%" had become a "16%."
Thinking things couldn't get much worse, Fox resigned himself to a feast he'd likely never have a chance to enjoy again. Ordering a steak, then a triple cheeseburger with chili fries, then a massive ice cream sundae, he dined continually, pausing after each dish to allow his stomach to settle. Over time, he watched himself grow fat. First the gain was barely noticeable - his arms were a bit pudgier than before, or his chest saw a slight bit of padding. After a few hours, though, his gut had extended inches off his body. Another three bowls of pasta later, his thighs were touching, and checking his reflection in the screen, he was working on a big double chin. At this point, he was becoming obese, and his percentage showed - he had crested 30 percent body fat.
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