Isn't Modern Technology Great

Rick yawns. "Well, that was good for one night, I'll be heading to bed now." he says, "Oh, don't worry, the doors are locked, and you won't be finding the key, but there is plenty of food in the kitchen, the widows are shatter proof, and you won't find any phones here, but there is a gym, which if you want to be able to move, I would suggest using before you are too fat to move"

You look to another room at the side of the house and see gym equipment. "Or you can keep watching TV, we have plenty of channels just for you. Feel free to go anywhere in the house in fact." he says, grinning, "Good night." he says, disappearing upstairs, and you here a door close and a lock click, leaving you on your own.

You struggle to get up, slowly managing to get back on your feet, feeling even heavier. You need to get out... no, your pretty sure that is impossible at this point, even if you by some miracle got out, your in no shape to go far. You need to get a message to Fred or Albert, but how? You have no phone or computer. You move to the gym, looking in and seeing it stocked with equipment and TVs. Rick was right about one thing, you need to do something to remain mobile. You already know that you should be able to get fit quick from Albert's training regime in the jungle gym, at least when you are not possessed by a gluttony demon. If you do that you should be able to get enough muscle to support yourself, enough to delay becoming immobile at least. But that doesn't help you get a message out.

You take off your shirt and begin the workout anyway as you think. In about four hours you feel yourself becoming stronger, though you are sweating bullets, and look no slimmer. But in that time, a thought comes to you, and you waddle over to a tv, and check the line. sure enough, a cable line, which means, possibly... You go to the larger tv, and find the cable box and a remote. You turn it on and turn the volume down, not wanting to attract ricks attention. You click the home button, and it zooms out to a list of applications, streaming channels, and the like. It all looks like the default set up. you scroll through, and there... an internet app. you try to contain your excitement, and click on it, going to your email and opening it up. You type out a new message, addressing it to Fred and Albert:

"Help, Rick has kidnapped me and has me in a house in the woods. Boat trip is a red herring. He is trying to brainwash me. I don't know my location, please find a way to save me!"

You send the message, and wait, hoping to get an answer. You don't even know if they are at their computer, but hope they got it and see it. Suddenly you hear movement from upstairs. Rick must be waking up. You click out of the app and close it, going back to the main tv screen before turning it off and waddling back to the gym, working out as if that is what you had been doing all night.

"My, your looking so much bigger today," says Rick walking in. You have grown, your shirt won't stretch over you anymore, and your stomach is coming perilously close to your feet. Thankfully you feel lighter thanks to Albert's workout techniques. "Now, how about some breakfast for my little champ." he says, holding up a tray of pancakes. You take a few steps forward, your stomach gurgling from tightness even while your mouth waters. You catch yourself. "No," you say, holding yourself back. "Come now," he says, putting the tray on a side table, and coming over for you. You try to push back, but Rick dwarfs you in size and strength, and easily catches you by the scruff again and drags you back to the couch, turns on the TV, placing the tray on your stomach and a glass of water by your side, "You've had a long night, you need food for energy, and you look so tired." he says, trying to coax you into eating from the tray. You shake your head profusely, not knowing if he has drugged it. You are only thankful that your perpetually full stomach keeps you from needing to eat.

"You will have to eat something eventually," he says, "But until then, let's see what's on TV, shall we?" he turns on another food channel, laced with subliminal messages. Your stomach grumbles, fake hunger fighting against the stuffed feeling. You are also fighting sleep, which staying up all night hasn't helped, but you continue fighting, knowing that at least you have gotten a message out, if you can just last long enough, maybe they will save you...

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