Thomas was in a heavenly hell. He enjoyed being Butch's pigboy. He didn't even have a name now other than Pig Boy which had been tattooed across his lower back. Butch had put him on a strict diet until Thomas almost weighed as much now as he had when he was tall. He wasn't just obese, he was sumo wrestler fat. He'd been pierced in places he didn't know could be pierced, and had even gotten use to his big nose ring, but today he heard Butch talking to a buddy about neutering his pigboy, and making a tobacco pouch out of Thomas' scrotum. This was just too much. He had to get to Jeff's and the Chronivac. Maybe he could get Jeff to reverse things, or forgive him or maybe he could even use the Chronivac. He had to try. He waddled over to Butch's closet, and found some XXL shorts. They were tight on his waist and hung down to his ankles, but they cover him mostly. He found a XL t-shirt with left only his belly button showing. He was barefoot, but he hadn't worn shoes in months. Butch was dozing after a finishing a fifth of scotch. So Thomas made his escape. He took some dog food out to Killer and then slipped out the gate. He had forgotten that his collar had an electric fence attachment, and received a nasty shock. It continued until he was out of range of the transmitter. He wasn't sure if there was an alarm attached ot the collar, but he knew Butch wouldn't be rousing for at least an hour. He was sore, sweaty and sobbing by the time he reached Jeff's dark house. He first tried to go through the doggy door, but soon realized he was too fat. Then he remembered the key under the plaster frog. He opened the backdoor, and snuck up to Jeff's room. Each stair creaked under his weight, and he was sure someone would catch him.
He made it down the hallway to Jeff's room, and gently turned the handle. He sighed in relief, Jeff wasn't here. He closed the door, and locked it. He made his way over to the computer, and turned it on, and waited for it to boot up.