Out of the five choices, Sam was most intrigued by the reverse liposuction. There was a white plastic table with thick metal rods holding it up. The table was covered in a kind of blue leather. On one side of the table was a massive clear glass tank, with white plastic on top and bottom, and out of the bottom came a long tube, about three inches wide, that looped up and around and hung on the side of the tank. It looked rather like a gas pump.
He was led over to the table. A brilliant white light shone upon it, but, beautiful though it was, there was no way to get on.
"How do I...uh..." Sam said, gesturing. The mayor pulled a switch. From beneath the table came a little set of steps, rather like an elongated stepladder, along the side of the table. He quickly stepped up these and lay down on the table.
"Now then," the mayor said, buckling Sam down, "we are going to apply a rather special kind of anaesthetic." He put a pad over Sam's face. "Breathe deeply...deeply...deeply..."
The mayor's voice faded, and the bright spotlight was replaced by a deep red light that shot dazzling little sparks. The light split into four little circles, and the circles spun around and around, faster and faster, shooting green and red and yellow and blue and pink and orange and heliotrope and bright white sparks that changed color as soon as they departed the wheels and kept changing colors until they left his field of vision. There was a loud screaming noise, louder and louder, until it filled his little dark world, and a kind of long screech that changed notes, and suddenly there was an explosion and-
Birds chirped. There was a cool breeze in the warm mediterranian air. The air smelled of warm cookies, fresh from the oven. Sam moved his arms towards his face, and bumped into his nose. That hurt. He felt around his eyes, and realised that there were bandages around them. He tugged on them, but they stayed firmly attached to his head. He felt around his head for a knot or something, and realised that there was now a roll of fat over the back of his neck. He moved his hands up and found another, smaller, roll of fat. He wondered where he was.
He thought, "Well, maybe I can feel around...bedsheets...rail...tv remote...ah, that's not a tv remote...maybe if I sit up...[the bed rose, pushing him into a sitting position]...now...bandages...whoops, what's this? It's all squishy, and warm, and...ohhh...wow...[squishy squish squish. Squish jiggle squish]...they really overdid it...now, maybe if I can get these stupid bandages off..."
He struggled with the bandages, rocking back and forth as he tugged on the cloth, resulting in his apparently huge belly sloshing back and forth over his lap. When he finally undid the bandages and took them off, he was greeteed by an awesome sight- a huge trellis roof that had a hole in the centre. Sunlight poured through this gap. The trellis itself was covered with extraordinary green vines. Some of the vines were simply steel tubes painted green. He scanned down the walls- big square orange and grey tiles- to the floor, which was twenty-something feet below. There was a fountain in the direct centre of the huge room, a big concrete thing in the shape of a wedding cake. Clustered around the fountain were dozens of tables, surrounded by steel chairs. Sam had the faint feeling he'd missed something. He scanned the walls again and realised that at ten foot intervals there were thirty foot tall towers of tile jutting out of the wall. The last ten feet of tile looked strangely glossy, like a two-way mirror, except the mirror side looked like tile. Looking to the left, he saw, ten feet away, another tower. And to the right. He looked around- his bed took up quite a lot of the square room. There were bookshelves and a TV and a few posters. He looked down, and realised he was immensely fat, probably around 700 pounds. There was a wide, tall mirror in the corner- he got out of bed and looked himself over.
He was extraordinary.
He'd gained weight in all the right places and just how he liked it- a big round gut that wasn't too hard but wasn't too soft, and that hung about a foot. He had big soft breasts that folded around to his back, where there were three nice rolls of flab, the middle one fading under his arms. He played with his belly for a few minutes, noting his thick, muscly legs and soft, but strong arms. Suddenly there was an enormous roar, and his belly vibrated.
"My god! I'm hungry!" he shouted, for he had forgotten that at his size he would have to eat a meal an hour, if not more. He strode [with his long, thick legs] over to the wardrobe and pulled the top drawer open- just as he suspected, it was filled with enormous shirts and pants. The shirts were all button-ups and t-shirts. He pulled on a pair of trousers first. They wouldn't fit round his belly, but rather nicely underneath, so a foot of flab hung over. He then put a t-shirt on- too small, it just only exposed his belly button, and the rest of the flab hung out- and a button-up shirt. One arm, two. And then he tried to button it up- it wouldn't. He pulled it up round his neck, and then buttoned it there. He noticed the shirt was extra long as he did up the twelve buttons. He then pulled the back down as far as possible, and pulled the front down, sucking in his huge belly. The shirt went down to his belly button, and so he pulled on the back. It went down to his pants, so he pulled the front down and miraculously it went down all the way. There was no hope of tucking it in, and the shirt was far too tight- he felt like a sausage. There was a kind of metal square in the corner. He stood on it, and it beeped. Two buttons appeared. One was lit, one wasn't. The lit one pointed down. There was also a digital readout. It flashed suddenly, and numbers flickered. It stopped on 712. Little letters appeared as well- lbs. 712lbs.
"Seven hundred twelve pounds!?" Sam shouted. His belly smacked the down button and two plastic walls appeared out of the walls themselves, sealing Sam in the square, which started to descend. Sam yelped, not ready for this, and his chest expanded and-
pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop! Each and every button on the shirt flung itself off, and his belly suddenly bounced free, banging against the wall. He mashed the up button, and the lift stopped its progress and shot upwards, coming to a stop, the walls receding into slots. He strode back over to the wardrobe as his belly roared yet again.
"Shut up! I'm going to get you food." He slammed a drawer open and shoved another shirt on, and strode back over to the lift and mashed the down button. It went down. There were a few moments of silence, as the lift slowed. His belly roared again, louder this time, and the doors opened. He quickly walked out, stomach bouncing against his thighs, over to a desk that was in front of a fancy doorway. He slammed his hand down on the little bell- it was now inserted into the wood. Another door opened, seemingly out of the wall, and a huge fat man came out clad in a kind of black cape that attached around his neck. It was rather like draping a towel, long-wise, over your shoulders, and sticking the front corners through the front belt loops, and then connecting the bit on the shoulders with a kind of fancy cord, with a kind of long pad against the neck. His hands came out from under the sides, lifting the back. The black towel-like cape-shirt thing [Sam couldn't decide what to call it] framed his big belly perfectly. It was even larger than Sam's, and hung to the man's knees.
"Yes?" the man said.
"Do I need a reservation?"
"Do you have an apartment?" [he gestured to the walls]
"Yes. The third one to the right, although it's more like a room." [he pointed directly at it]
"Ah, number twenty-two."
"Does this cost much? I don't have a lot of money-"
"This is Testosterton. Nothing costs anything! Now, come with me."
Sam followed the man over to a table, where a heavy-looking wheelie steel chair was pulled out. Sam sat in it.
"Now, I reccomend the assortment, you get a little of everything..."
"Actually, that sounds good."
"Decided already? I knew you w-" [Sam's belly gave a huge roar] "-ould. Okay, I'll go get your order..."
Sam looked around the place, high overhead, and around, and almost fell out of his chair when there was a big man sitting across from him. The man extended a fat hand, and said, "I'm Thomas, and I'll be your...
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