This choice: As much as possible - take no risks • Go Back...Chapter #8As much as possible - take no risks by: Unknown As you're brought to the front of the supermarket, you quickly assess your strategy. You're one of the smaller furs entered in the reality show, and you're going to have to do more than just eat normally to stay in the competition. As a result, you're firmly set in your strategy - get as much food that's as easy to get down as possible.
Suddenly, you hear a bang, and you realize your five minutes have started. Quickly, you run into the market and look at the aisles. The dairy is to the left, and that's where you go. If you're going to take this seriously, milkshakes are going to be a lot easier to drink nonstop than regular food. Cart in hand, you rip open a freezer door and fling carton after carton of various ice creams into it. Filling it as full as possible, you quickly grab a second cart and check the milk and cream sections. You're in luck - not only do they have heavy cream, but they have plenty of eggnog, too. These, too, quickly enter your cart. Filling it all the way, you immediately rush to get another cart and repeat the process, then another. You're about halfway done filling a third cart with heavy-churn chocolate when you hear a 'ding.' Immediately, two workers come from the back of the store and grab your carts, telling you to follow them. They gradually bring you and your small dairy farm's worth of groceries back to your bedroom, where a massive fridge has been installed, along with a small kitchennete, complete with a blender.
You're looking at your new stuff when Cal himself pops into the doorframe. "Hey, Cherry, nice strategy," he tells you. "Thanks," you reply.
"You're probably wondering why we gave you these jumpsuits," Cal says, and your confused face prompts him to go further. "These suits can help you eat more food longer and get fatter easier," he continues, "only needing you to pat your belly."
You have no idea what he's talking about, so you pat your belly. Suddenly, the jumpsuit seems to stick to your frame a bit more, and it feels strange. Inside the suit, you feel like you're buzzing slightly, and your stomach becomes much more sensitive. By the time you recover enough to say something to Cal, he's already gone, and the two workers have completely filled your fridge, leaving the door wide open. A clock in the room has also been installed - it says "12:00", then "11:59." You realize it's your timer.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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