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By Belly577 Part four The next morning the young man was awakened by being rolled from his bed, the feeding tube already in place. As the assistants eased him upright, he tried to run away on his stumpy little legs, instead only managing a laboured waddle. They easily caught him as he tried frantically to escape, handicapped by his virtually immobile body. But every time they tried to feed him, the rotund little man tried desperately to run, only succeeding in angering his increasingly unimpressed feeders. After his fourth doomed attempt to escape the assistant in charge gave the order to 'get the ring'. One of the men scurried off as the others held the little fat man in place. He strained futilely against their superior strength and agility, determined to defy in anyway he could, but the cold, hard fact was that his best efforts were little-more than a barely significant annoyance. The assistant returned with a large, deflated rubber ring, which he laid out on the floor at Power

By Belly577 Part 5 Unable to resist his instincts the former hero continued to eat. He knew that each mouthful was turning him into a tastier and tastier main course for some mystery patron of the club’s restaurant, but to his shame he simply couldn’t stop. It wasn’t until the flow of food into the through stopped and the lights dimmed what he stood gasping for breath. He couldn't tell how long he'd been eating for but the rotund man-pig guessed it must have been a few hours. In the dimmed feeding pens the other hybrids moved away from the food dispensers and laid down on the dirty floor, grunting and snorting until they drifted off to sleep. Power Man suddenly felt very tired and clumsily rolled onto his back before almost immediately falling asleep. He dreamed of eating. The next morning the pig people were awoken by spray from powerful jet hoses, which stung them squealing to their feet. Only the spherical man-pig, formally known as Power Man was unable to get up, being too