full stomach, happy heart
Eight hours with an uncomfortable outfit in the middle of a cramped office cubicles, hateful people everywhere, just to go back to sleep at night and return the next day the same thing day after day ... Nahhas, Planchellet knew his future was going to be very different because later o temprano alguien iba a encontrar su talento escondido. ¿Su melodiosa voz, sus facciones y su natural habilidad para la actuación? O no, tal vez era su altísimo cociente intelectual que eventualmente afloraría para decirle al mundo lo genial que era, ¡y no sólo por su elegante apellido!
Ahora tenía 35 años. Su momento de gloria se estaba demorando. Su falta de preparación para hacer "algo" lo había relegado a agotadores trabajos pagados al destajo. Estaba mamado. Sin parientes ni amigos a los que acudir, se había pasado los últimos meses viviendo de los bonos de seguridad social que reparte el gobierno hasta que ya no le quisieron dar más por vago y para completar, el casero lo había echado (For obvious reasons). In the street ... ON THE STREET! What the hell was going to do now? Did you ask his last foreman to let him return to work? No, no and NO! Something should happen. Free hit his prophecy had to be fulfilled, and you better be in the next five hours because he was starving. As I watched from afar, a family eating a hamburger in a "McDaniels" his stomach was gurgling and imagined himself rummaging through garbage cans. In these, a limousine stopped in front of him and a well dressed man greeting him. "- Dear friend: the moment you have waited for has finally arrived -"
Food. The only thing I thought was Planchellet food. Mr. Dovanski knew very well, indeed, the case was entirely of nothing more than food, for one, the hungry subject does not matter if that rich man was a gangster, a pimp, a head of a sinister cult and lucrative ... bueh, mobsters, in general. The important thing was that pedazote devour this delicious meat with French fries and diarrhea but luxurious chocolate milkshake extralarge . Then yes, business.
What they wanted from him was to serve as guinea pigs for a new system that would revolutionize the market nutritional diet. Would be given accommodation facilities research and of course: all the food they wanted (according to the feeding program). The process could take years but only a modest pension guarantee completion of the studies. To ensure food not to eat "outside", all outputs would be strictly controlled, otherwise, they would all you need for healthy entertainment (pornography included but no sex, at least one other person). "- Where do I sign?" - ".
spent about seven months and butt. Planchellet was a good worker, it went like a pig in the pigsty, watching TV, reading comics, playing videogames, and so forth. It was a life of all settled, as she underwent daily moderate exercise session. Well, certainly, the man was considerably gone from kilos. However, it was a fat he was ... healthy, in fact, he was subjected too detailed examinations regularly. It was not very pleasant having to provide samples of their stuff every fortnight, but otherwise, I was having fun. As for social life, the general staff was friendly, had therapists in case of depression or anxiety. What it seemed strange was that time that she happened to another robust specimen. Within minutes of starting a conversation with him, the staff isolated deliberately. Never again see a "colleague."
How can a person gain in a year? Hmmm ... because the necessary support, less than one year is more than enough to reach the state of "limited mobility." Planchellet was worried. What kind of nutritional program may be one that makes you grossly overweight? Is that why he had been brought to fatten a chicken and poultry? Demanded speak with Mr. Dovanski.
- Planchellet Lord, a taste in my office to have it again. I see some parts -
- ESE ... / Throat clearing / ... that is why I wanted to talk -
- I see. Those extra pounds more must be overwhelming a bit, right? -
- face ("Is not it obvious? Foolish man) -
- But no reason to panic, my friend, in fact, everything is going perfectly us. In our laboratories we have been discussing the process of weight gain . We've been ... "fatter" ... under control, using our special supplements, so that, and here comes the interesting part, where MMT (Maximum Voltage moment) the body's metabolism, aided by our biotechnology, of course is, start to reverse the process on their own.
- ... What? -
- Hehe, in other words, my dear Planchellet, According to our calculations, your body starts to lose weight himself down to the way we had the pleasure of meeting. There he began his life of pensionary relaxed. What?
- Is that possible? Are you really going to work on me? -
- Ja, sir, you are the last to take the test before us to get it to market.
- WOW -
- Well, now we're happy ... nah, I do not think that you are interested ...
- What is it? -
- is one of those silly pastimes of our scientists, have as much free time ... well, actually, is a virtual sex console, say it is very real, but personally, there is as meat human.
- Mr Dovanski, would be delighted to probarl ... to collaborate ... science ...
- So be it, buddy, come on.
Packaged in a "suit sensitive" and with his head stuck in something like a dream-making machine, Planchellet saw a voluptuous nude woman close to him ... to immediately feel a brief but violent pain and intense at a time. It was a strange but not terribly durable. By the way, say that when someone cut her head, spend a moment in which still continues to feel normal, close to the body. They could cut you into many pieces at one stroke and gradually realizing it.
- Oh my God , Paul, this meat is exquisite. There was something never tried before.
- I told you, Margo, have their own provider for its chain of restaurants. He saved two years to give this banquet, so hopefully do not forget.
- Of course not, honey .
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