Martha

While you were on the tour you were rather rude to the mouse who was showing you around, telling her that you wanted to be the first person in the world to have a chewing gum meal (even though she just told you a dozen mice had tried it before and that the consequences would be quite permanent). You didn't care about what she was saying, and chewed away anyways until you hit dessert. everyone pointed at your nose as you began to change color and before you knew it you were totally round and filled to the brim with juice (feel free to choose whatever kind you want). They said they were going to roll you to the juicing room, but that must have just been slang for out by the dumpsters, because that's where you ended up for the next few hours. Spherical and practically immobile, you tried your best to move but only wound up tiring yourself out. As night began to fall you suddenly felt two tiny paws on your side as you started to roll involuntarily. You weren't sure who was rolling you away, but surely it wasn't a good thing. You were loaded onto the back of a flatbed truck and belted down tightly by your unknown kidnapper. You were driven a short distance away, unloaded, and pushed into a small house through the garage, and what must have been a custom made door to accommodate someone much larger than you. you caught glimpses of what seemed to be a large modified bathroom as you were rolled. You were positioned upright, and finally saw the face of your kidnapper as she climbed up to be face to face with you. It was one of the mice from the factory! She was clearly enjoying having a new piece of furniture, at least that's what you assumed you were now. She promised you'd be safe there, though looking past your bloated chest and shoulders, the stains on the walls and ceiling told a different story.