“Damn,” Wolf thought. He realized that there really wasn’t a way out of this situation that didn’t involve him gaining weight in some shape or form, but the idea of getting stuffed to the brim here was not very appealing. “Urg,” he muttered struggling in the ropes hopelessly, “I’ll do it by myself…” his voice trailed off as he stared angrily at Fay.
“Shame,” she said in her soft voice, “I was looking forward to feeding you. Anyway, seeing as you picked that choice, we’re going to have to set up some guidelines for your Detainment Program. You will have to gain at a minimum, 10lbs per week, however if you feel like going over that’s fine with us.” She said with a slight chuckle. “Well we have to hook you up to one of these devices, “She calmly states moving the anklet type device in front of Wolf’s face. “This,” she shook it for emphasis, “Will remain on your body at all times. It monitors you weight, and don’t even try taking it off. It detects if it’s off your body and alerts us to come and scoop you up. If that happens…I really don’t know or care what they do to you.” She than clamped the device on to Wolf’s ankle and began looking at a PDA type device.
“Hm…so you currently weigh about 205lbs and by the end of your punishment you should be pushing about 550. Oh and like I said before, don’t even try taking it off now…it’s calibrated to your weight so unless you can find someone who weighs exactly the same as you, it’s stuck. Even then, we’ll be alerted and scoop you up regardless.”
Wolf was still confused, “I can barely afford gas for my jet! How do you expect me to feed myself that much!”
“Oh, silly me I almost forgot. Here,” she tossed a card at Wolf landing directly in front of where he lay, “This is a card that is given to you by the Lylat Penitentiary Group and can only be used to purchase food. It won’t work on anything else so don’t get any ideas, besides, this card is cheaper than keeping scum like you in prison.” Wolf didn’t know how to respond, this was the most bizarre punishment he’d ever received. Fey then moved closer to Wolf and pat him on his stomach, “Enjoy skinny.” She than began to laugh. Her gun was lifted at his head and she fired. Wolf went blank.
“Huh, whuh…” Wolf woke up dazed and confused on the floor. The ropes that bound him lay discarded besides him. Quickly he rolled up his pants leg and saw the anklet. On it, it displayed a message, “Week one, Starting weight 205, Ending Weight 215.” Wolf couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He then began to wonder if he could even put on 10lbs per week without eating himself sick or hurting himself. He stood up and rubbed his head. He decided…
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