Chapter 8 - rationalizing the problem

I stood straight up, straight as my heavy boobs and hanging belly would allow anyway. Sweat started accumulating on my brow, unaware if it was a result of fear or just my body responding to physical exertion. Before me stood the monster that had turned me into a pig on the verge of slaughter, fat beyond recognition. The boogeyman who made me eat enough food to feed a country over its relatively short tenure on my planet. The alien who planned to eat my entire race like obese hors d'oeuvres, sickly appetizing to a species who hoped to feast upon their fellow sentient lifeforms. I had never been so terrified in my life.

It looked down at me from the high perch of its shoulders, massive head craned down with its emotionless eyes making contact with my own. It's monotone voice boomed from overhead as it began to speak my traits out loud, categorizing me to itself. "Suzanna Quagliero. Human female. Height: 5 feet 6 inches. Weight: Indeterminate. Physical Status: Morbidly Obese. Estimated Readiness: 85%." The cold nature of how it labeled me was truly unsettling. To him, I was nothing more than a piece of meat. I'm surprised I didn't see his unmoving mouth begin to water as he stared blankly at my expose belly and pale thighs. I couldn't move even if I wanted to. Paralyzed by both fear and a burning pain in my feet and leg muscles, standing way longer than I had been accustomed to nowadays.

"Human Suzanna, my name is Quetar. Through my recent analysis of you, you are no longer in a position to care for yourself. I have now been assigned to ensure you continue to maintain a healthy and relaxing lifestyle. I will now be tasked with escorting you back to your living quarters", it said, finally speaking to me rather than at me.

"Like hell you will!", I shouted back at him with as much vitriol as my chubby lips could muster. "I saw what you things did to Rudy. I'm not letting you eat me you sick bastard". In a feeble attempt to fight it off, I tried to knee it between the legs. My attempt was misguided however. For one, his between the legs area was at chest level to me. Two, my pudgy little legs barely made a shuffle off the ground. Three, I'm not even sure if they had genitalia like human males do.

"Please calm down Human Suzanna. I am here to help you. We have no intention of eating you. We are here to ensure the best possible living for your species. We are here to serve", he said in that same robotic manner.

"What do you mean by readiness then?! Ready for what?", I yelled back. He was either lying to my face or I had let my paranoia get the best of me. At this point, I was starting to get too hungry to focus. Too hungry to keep up the same resilient mood I had just moments before. I was starting to waiver and I think it showed. My stomach started growling, clearly loud enough for the Kanamit to hear.

"The readiness is a gauge we have for bringing you to our home-world. Humans are much smaller than Kanamits and therefore weigh much less. You have a different bone density that is far too light to coexist with us on our planet. We hypothesized that if humans reached a certain weight and size that made life on Earth too difficult for them to live, then we would bring a select few back to Kanamite to be pampered by our people. Again, we mean you no harm"

"But what about Rudy then? You hooked him up to that feeding tube and fattened him up against his will", I said as my resolve continued to waiver.

"On the contrary. Human Rudolf requested Kanamit assistance after becoming too large to perform basic tasks on his own. The feeding tube was used to keep his high hunger levels sated. He required large amounts of nourishment throughout the day would spend most of his waking hours consuming said nourishment. The feeding tube as you call it, simply helped facilitate that process. Human Rudolf has also reached 100% readiness and will be transported to our planet where he will live out the rest of his days in peace and luxury. I do hope I helped you understand and have alleviated any concerns you may have. Now, according to my scans, you are in need of high levels of nourishment yourself. If we wish, I can return you to your dwelling and assist in your daily feeding", he reached out a hand and attempted to smile in way that seemed strangely sincere.

Had I been wrong this whole time? We're they really just here to help us? Did we just abuse their services to turn ourselves into bloated blubber blobs? These thoughts grew cloudier as my stomach's growling grew louder. I was starving and needed food again. I was right back to square one. Even if I wanted to fight him, I couldn't. I was too damn hungry. So instead of trying to run, I took his basketball player sized hand and had him lead me to whatever came next.