Lewis’ mother, name’s Karen is much worried about what happened to his eight year old, whilst being treated like a rot at school, due to his small stature of his size. That upsets her and it certainly upsets her little boy too, who tries to convince the school to make it stop, but to no avail, even teachers didn’t want to get involved and it’s disappointing to see.
She was considering to move Lewis to be home-schooled from then on. However, one day, she was looking online and spotted the compnay’s name and wishes anyone to either be one of the Fat Freedom Fighters (F.F.F’s), or to be the feedee and as much fat as a person can go. That astonished Karen one bit, and she would hope this may be the only thing to maybe try and make Lewis happy. She would imagine by the look of him, scaring the daylights out of the bullies, maybe showing up in size, and he could squash them no matter who stumbles across.
“Hmm... This looks like a good deal, and hopefully they can help my son getting bigger and better.” Karen says and just sign an applicant form online.
The following day, Karen took Lewis out for a drive, where it would be the day an eight year old boy has the appointed at the compnay’s Lab, and he was looking nervous when he was told about this situation, and also taking a look at the place itself, which is a huge building made for purpose. He gulped and once they’ve reached there, they got out of the car and walked into the building of the Lab.
“M...M..Mom, I’m so scared! Are you sure that the people can help me feel better, and stop anyone from bullying me anymore?” Lewis looks nervous and worried since he had no idea that they’re gonna do to him.
“Lewis, honey! There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m sure these good people would help you, it’s because I love you more than anything. I promise!”
That kinda brightened Lewis up a bit, but the tension was still getting into his nerves. Both have gotten to the waiting room and it didn’t take long, until they saw a person coming over and greeted the pair with that cheerful smile to his face. But who was that, when they’ve greeted by?
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