The bed's legs collapsed as Chad moved on the bed. He looked like a terribly bloated human, but he could feel that he wasn't quite right. He still needed to feed on cum, and the thought of "real" food made him sick to his stomach.
"Whu?"
"Shut it, Chad. I have to think up a good name for you and your porn-tube channel. Vanilla Pudding? Nah, Nilla Puddin'? Better. Hm, or maybe Chunky Chad? Chunky doesn't cover it. Sumo Chad? Nah, looks like you ate two sumo wrestlers. Sumos? I bet they'd pay big to fuck someone bigger than them, and it would make great video," Rick rambled on ignoring Chad, and searching on his phone.
Chad lay there bloated and helpless. He knew if he got up, he'd never make it through the tiny door. He burped. Damn, where were those sumo guys or some guys? He needed to eat badly.
At last the door creaked open, Rick entered and set up tripods with videocams all around the room.
"Seriously, Rick? Don't you think this has gone far enough?"
"Enough? I've got a Japanese porn site paying for these 4 sumos to use you, and broadcast you worldwide for like $50,000 to start. You're going to be a big porn star, Nilla boy!"
Rick pursed his lips. "The Japs like "Chunky Chad" better maybe it's the alliteration. We'll come up with a name before broadcast." He checked his watch, and grinned, "Show time!" He opened the door and in came...