Prologue

His stomach was swallowing him. It was so large that layers of skin were folding over him, and so immense he could have swore that he saw a couple of old hoagies go by. The fact that he was being eaten alive by his own stomach was one thing, the smell was another. The most unbearable of smells filled his nostrils, which overwhelmed him. He wondered if these were his last minutes on this miserable planet.

Stomach

Dick, son of Robbert Dickerson, knew his health was killing him. He smoke, drank, and ate fast food all day. Dick was the only person in his family that was bald, fat, and disturbed; which landed him on the other side of the country from the rest of his family.

It was 12:00 in the morning and he was at his usual hang out place, Burger King, recently he had made a friend there. Both of them were sitting down talking while eating their quad stackers and large fries, complaining about how small their meals were. They both had to leave soon, Dick had an appointment with his personal councilor, and his goal was to stop smoking and the drinking habits. He would not stop eating however. His councilor would try to trick him into different ways of losing weight, but none worked, Dick was just incapable.

A few times he had tried to be hypnotized, but he had an unnatural ability to control himself around these kinds of people. A few times however, the hypnosis had worked. He had woken up without a shirt on and large, red handprints on his belly, as if had been slapped.

That was all in the past, Dick could not deny the councilor any more, and allowed him to write him a prescription for weight loss pills. He had only tried the pills once; they upset his stomach, which made it feel as if it were alive. He gave the rest of the pills to his companion.

The next time Dick saw him he was as skinny as hell. It looked as if Dick had enough fat for both of them, and a dozen other people. He was immediately jealous, if only he had taken the pills, but now he was scared. He had finally realized the problem, and if he didn’t change he would never be able to go about with his sick, and twisted ways.

The fear was lurking around him all day, and that night he had the scariest dream imaginable. ZzzZzZZz…

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