chapter 3

"Wake up jelly belly, " I open my eyes, feeling a sharp jab at the side of my stomach. I see Tom, poking at me with a stick.

Beside him are two guys who I have never seen before. They have smirks on their faces. I try to move my body, but only my fingers and toes can move freely. Everything else about me is weighed down with my fat flabs.

I am aware now that there's no feeding tube in my mouth, but my clothes are gone. I see black straps around my belly rolls and arms: a body harness. My biggest belly roll, I see sweat glistering down, and I feel my face hot and sweaty.

"Boys," Tom says, poking at my largest stomach roll, "you're looking at a human mound of flesh. A mountain full of pure blubber! We're gonna move her downstairs, to my basement, where I have a place set up for this pig!"

I try to say something, but my voice is muffled by my chins.

One of the guys laugh, pointing at me,

"Look at the human flesh! She's got no neck, and with her triple chins, she can't talk like a human!"

Tom puts a finger to my lip, "Hush, you mountain flesh! Once we move you downstairs, you're get your breakfast!"

At that moment, my belly rumbles a huge sound, and the guys laugh.Tears start to come to my eyes. Tom slaps my belly, watching it jiggle, "Right, let's move this mountain."

Tom turns to the bed, and pushes a button, and a beeping sound is heard around us. I start to feel myself being lifted, and I suddenly see above me the arm of a human crane.

The crane groans and creaks, and I wonder if I am that fat it will break in the middle of lifting me. In a few minutes, it has positioned me so that I am standing on my two feet. My multiple belly rolls, which were lying on top of me when I was lying down, have now dropped to the floor, looking like flabby sacks. I feel the pain, gravity pulling my belly down, and I groan, and try to hang onto my lowest belly roll, to lift it. Tom sees this, and lifts it for me, and says to the guys, "Look at this, Greg and Hugh!" With that, he drops my belly roll on the ground, like dropping a ball. I groan in pain, and all three watch my rolls shake violently.

"Earthquake!" Greg hollers, and Tom and Hugh laugh.

Both doors of the master bedroom are opened up, and Greg and Hugh are on either side of me, guiding me as I waddle to the door. After each step forward, I stop to catch my breath, sweat pouring down my body.

The more I stop, the more impatient Tom looks. Greg and Hugh just keep making fun of me, poking at my sides, calling me names and making pig oinks.

"You know what, boys?" Tom says, "Let's roll this blubber ball out into the hall. Before I know it, Tom forcefully pushes me, and I fall on my back, feeling my flabby body shake like waves. I feel 3 sets of hands on my chest and belly, and I feel myself start to roll outside of the bedroom, and towards the stairs.

When we get to the stairs, it's another production. They side me down, feet first, but my back flab and butt gets caught at each step, so the boys pull me each step down.

I feel dizzy and my skin reddens with carpet burns.

When we finally get to the basement, I feel like I will have a heart attack, with all of the exertion. Tom hooks me up to the machines, and takes a reading. "No heart attack, fatso. Just really out of shape!" He smacks my belly again.

He puts a feeding tube in me, and turns on the feeding machine. He pats my stomach. "Alright boys, I'll treat y'all to lunch, while we let Jubba the hutt eat!"

All three men leave and closes the basement door, and I suck on the feeding tube, crying, as I hear the heart monitor beep a steady rhythm.