Dr. Merle Hill’s Fat Farm

Dr. Merle Hill’s Fat Farm

Melody was hooked. Several times she had seen Dr. Hill’s ad on TV. He guaranteed to help you lose 20 pounds of weight in one appointment. His ad showed a young woman kneeling on a large scale. In a split screen you could see her face and hear her voice describing the process. The other side of the split screen showed the digital output of her weight in large glowing red numbers.

Her voice said, “When I arrived, Dr. Merle Hill swiped my credit card for a temporary charge of $100. He put the receipt and a pen beside the scale read out and told me that my card would not be charged until I signed the receipt, and that I did not have to sign it until my weight had dropped 20 pounds or more.”

As she spoke, the weight readout began dropping: 130, 129, 128, 125, 120, 115, 110 . . . The numbers were still dropping slowly as the camera showed her signing and her face smiling as she said, “I sign gladly. That was the most effortless weight loss you can imagine, and for only $100. I am one satisfied customer. Thank you, Dr. Hill.” As the commercial ended, the weight numbers flashed 105.

The response to his ad had been so successful that Dr. Merle Hill had to open another fat farm. The first one had been in the empty building next door to his meat market where he processed dolcett girls and sold their meat. His fat farms were designed to provide him with a new, and growing, source of dolcett girls. Over the years, Merle had learned that some females do not wish to voluntarily become dolcett girls. The fat farms eliminated that reluctance.

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Melody got out of the taxi and paid her fare. She looked at the sign over the door: Dr. Merle Hill’s Weight Loss Center. It was 1:45 pm and she had an appointment at 2. She entered and the receptionist smiled at her. “You must be Melody. We have been expecting you. Just one question before we begin. Dr. Hill is training a new technician. Will you give permission for that technician to attend to you under Dr. Hill’s supervision?”

Melody thought for a moment and answered, “No, I guess I have no objections. Dr. Hill will be right there, won’t he?”

“Yes, of course. Did you clean your bowels before coming here as you were instructed?”

“Yes, all done. Clean as a whistle.”

“Great! Please leave your credit card with me and I will put a temporary hold on it for $100. That will not be charged to you until you sign the receipt. Oh, and the last piece of paperwork is for you to sign this release giving us your permission to administer the treatment. Now, please go down this hallway and enter the room marked Treatment room 7. Remove all your clothes. Doctors Hill and Ramsey will be with you in a few minutes.”

Melody entered the room. It was only about 12 foot square. In the middle of the floor was the scale that she knew she would have to kneel upon.