chapter 4

The woman opens the trunk, smirks at the sight of your large amount of sweets & unhealthy treats visible in the bags, then snickers, “Good to see you aren’t planning on starting a diet.”

You stare at the ground.

“Now I’ll go fetch my car, we’ll load all of this junk food inside, then you my piggy friend, and I’ll drive you home. No need for directions, I already know the address.”

Because your dumb fat ass gave it to her.

All you do is nod, and the plan commences. She gets her car, drives up beside yours, gets out to help you load in your groceries, then it’s time for you to get in this strange woman’s vehicle.

You hesitate, hovering right at the passenger’s side open door. The woman, standing behind you, sighs loudly then unexpectedly pinches you quite hard on your bottom. The order is clear: get in the car, piggy.

You swallow, then force yourself inside and get yourself buckled up. This seat seems smaller than the one in your car, even the seatbelt too; your fat belly and arms look like a trussed up ham, ready to be buttered, seasoned, then shoved in the oven.

The woman seems to think so too, when she climbs into the driver’s seat and turns to look at you. The look in her eyes scares you, causing you to tremble, which in turn only shows the tenderness of your creamy fat bulging from its constraints.

“Oh piggy, I wish I could take you home with me and roast you up...unfortunately the law says that I can’t, so I won’t.”

With that, she starts the car, puts her attention on the road, and begins driving out of the parking lot. Eventually she puts on the radio, and begins humming along to the numerous pop hits being played, while you sit in uncomfortable silence, her words flying around in your head in a frenzy.

You know what she’s talking about, the Human Livestock Bill...it was proposed over three years ago by an animal rights extremist group, who believed that instead of fattening and killing animals for their meat, the numerous already obese people in the country should be rounded up, slaughtered, and eaten instead.

Initially the bill gained no traction, but in its last year had gained horrifically positive traction, thanks to many vegan celebrities giving their endorsements. Thankfully the bill was deemed inhumane and shut down, though that didn’t stop the animal rights extremists from threatening to go through with it anyway.

During that whole time you remained holed up inside your home, because though you were thinner than your present weight, even then you knew you would have made a perfectly acceptable substitute ham. It still took you a full year after the bill was defeated to feel comfortable in public again, without fear of being snatched up and cooked by some crazy extremist.

But now that fear had returned in full.