Chow Time

And so, Vanessa spent the next thirty minutes cowering behind the foliage, her naked body being laughed at by the visitors behind the glass as she blushed and covered up her large chest and shaved privates.

A few minutes later, a small, metal door in the wall opened up, a hand pushing a large stainless steel food bowl into the exhibit before closing the door once again. Vanessa curiously crawled over to the bowl and looked in it, recoiling in disgust as she saw the beige slop that sat in the bowl.

"It's oatmeal!" A voice, obviously one of the keepers, said from the other side of the door. "And it's more than you deserve, if you ask me!"

Vanessa stared down at the slop in the bowl again. Seeing as there where no utensils given, she groaned as she picked up the bowl and carried it towards the back of the enclosure, knowing full well that she was giving the visitors a glimpse of her butt as she crawled away. Once she thought she was out of sight, Vanessa stuck a finger into the bowl, somewhat relieved that it wasn't hot. However, she did blanch in disgust when she discovered that it was ice cold.

With no other choice, Vanessa reached into the bowl with her hand and scooped up a small portion of the oatmeal and shoveled it into her mouth. She shuddered in disgust as the cold, cinnamon flavored slop slithered down her throat. She knew full well that this would ruin her diet and the figure that she had worked so hard to maintain, but she also knew that this was apparently the only food she was going to be given for the next twenty-five years.

What Vanessa didn't know, however, was that she wasn't just scarfing down oatmeal. The keepers in charge of her had expertly mixed in three special ingredients.

First, there was a special weight gain powder that would add five pounds with every meal. This would result in the former CEO gaining weight everyday, to which the keepers had an exercise plan to humiliate her with.

And then there was the diuretics and powdered laxatives that they had mixed into the oatmeal, masking it with a large helping of cinnamon. Through careful measurements, they had added enough to render Vanessa completely incontinent for at least a month. This length was soon to increase over time with each meal that was fed to her.

These were things that weren't even close to Vanessa's mind as she sat the now empty bowl down, hiding behind one of the artificial trees as she muttered angrily to herself about not going to prison when she had then chance.