Mission Failure

She was the best of the best of the best. The first female to graduate head of her class with honors from the top military academy in the US, she also excelled in athletics. Mastering various styles of hand-to-hand combat, she was as deadly bare-fisted as she was with a rifle. That’s why the task of finding one of the world’s most vicious terrorists and high-ranking commander of the criminal Black Dragon clan – Kano – was up to Sonya Blade.

Tracking Kano down to an underground martial arts tournament, Sonya fought valiantly to capture this criminal and bring him to justice. She failed. One of the world’s top agents, Sonya Blade, was captured. Because of her skill and knowledge, a recon group was immediately sent to find her. Enter Jax, perhaps Sonya’s only equal.

Freeing her from the treacherous Shao Khan, the duo fought side by side to bring down this ruthless ruler of the Outworld. Jax and Sonya entered the Outworld tournament in hopes of saving Earth from eminent doom. The two were fighting their way up the tournament’s ladder, but soon Jax fell under the hands of Sub-Zero. With a quick blast of frost, Zub-Zero froze Jax in place and shattered him into a thousand crystalline pieces.

She would get her revenge! Sonya needed to capture, no, KILL Kano. But something happened that would change all this, a beautiful princess by the name of Kitana. Sonya thought Kano would destroy this cocky sex-doll for sure, but Kitana’s beauty hid her true mystic power. After a bloody battle, Kitana pecked Kano on the check with a small kiss. Screaming, Kano grew to a height of 10 feet, then 15, then 20, stretching vertically until his body tore apart.

No! That was HER kill. It was supposed to be Sonya Blade who brought down Kano, avenging Jax’s death! If it was the last thing she would do, Sonya Blade would face Kitana and destroy her…

Inside a darkened chamber, deep within a stone temple, two figures spoke against candlelight. A damp chill filled the murky complex, death was in the air.

“So, young warrior, you wish to challenge Kitana in the next tournament?” the old man said, slowly stroking his mustache.

“Yes.” Sonya spoke with a bit of arrogance, “I owe a debt to a friend. Revenge was taken from me, and I seek to earn it back. Any means necessary.”

“You know, this battle may mean certain death…”

“Any means necessary.” Sonya interrupted.

“I see you have courage, character, and determination. Attributes of a fine warrior indeed. I sense many things coming from you, Sonya.”

“So you don’t foresee my death then? I won’t be stretched tall till I rip apart like Kano?”

The old man was oddly quiet, closing his eyes. Sonya did not speak as he was in deep meditation. The old man gave a small chuckle, opening his eyes and staring into Sonya’s, “No, I do not see you being ripped apart vertically by Kitana’s evil magic. This Kano, was he a friend of yours?”

Sonya’s eyes gleamed with hope and anger at the old man’s words. Rushing to conclusions she shouted, “He was not a friend! But I thank you for your guidance, Shang Tsung.”

Bowing graciously, Sonya walked away, preparing for her battle for revenge. Her battle to destroy Kitana, the one that took her prize, her mission, away from her. Shang Tsung’s white teeth shone through an evil grin as Sonya walked away.

The spectators in Shao Khan’s chamber cheered as blows were exchanged, thousands of people standing in their seats, throwing down bets, cheering on their favorite fighter. Music played by a few monks filled the arena with drums, strings, and horns. Those unlucky ticket holders seated behind columns had left their places, almost falling over the guard rails trying to get a peek at the great catfight. In the middle of the gold and rouge palace were two fighters, battling on a massive, grey, stone surface carved to look like a Yin-Yan.

“Ug!” Kitana’s lungs were emptied as Sonya gave her a fierce jab to the stomach. She leaned forward, almost coughing up blood. Her black pony tail whipped around as she jumped backwards, changing fighting stances. “Let’s go goldilocks!”

Sonya stepped back, adjusting her white sports bra – how embarrassing that in her greatest strike her assets almost went flying loose! The crowd cheered as Sonya stuck her chest out, finally setting everything straight. Almost confident in her victory, Sonya stared angrily across the arena at the blue-latex clad princess fighting her. No, not a princess – but a ninja.

Shao Khan stood up in his throne, addressing everyone present. Through his white-skull mask he shouted, “Round Three! Fight!”

Kitana bolted forward, her large legs pumping hard as she charged Sonya. Sonya finally understood – though beautiful and slim, Kitana’s power lay in her legs. They were large, toned, and incredibly strong. A quick kick sent Sonya tumbling backwards, falling to the floor.

“Give up or be defeated, woman.” Kitana commanded, “I am fighting to retake the throne, and I will NOT be stopped!”. She adjusted her black belt, also reaching back to adjust a slight wedgie caused by her blue one-piece. The crowd went wild.

“I am going to defeat you, defeat your father, and stop this senseless tournament!” Sonya rose to her feet, brushed some dirt off of her black military pants, and began walking forwards, “I have been told the outcome of this tournament. You cannot defeat fate!”

Only a few feet away from Kitana, Sonya could see the fear in her eyes. Sweat dripped from her forehead, her black ball cap soaked. Breaking out a few secrets, Sonya let loose a burst of energy hidden in a device inside her black gloves. “Die!!!” She had let loose a deciding blow to win the match.

But Kitana ducked- doing a sweep, which took out Sonya’s feet. Kitana dodged the energy blast, standing there unharmed as Sonya fell to the ground, blonde ponytail whipping around as her head smacked the floor. Slowly Sonya rose to her feet, a bit dizzy and confused.

“Wha-?” Sonya mumbled, everyone in the audience now completely quiet. It was as if everyone was frozen in place, completely motionless – even the monks stopped playing their instruments All eyes were focused on the two fighters, waiting for the match’s outcome. It was as if a spotlight were singling them out.

Shao Khan stood yet again in his throne, “Finish Her!”

A few monks in the back began beating on drums, intense music filling the arena. Looking away from the monks, Sonya saw Kitana inches away, her blue face mask removed. Leaning forwards, Kitana grabbed Sonya by the shoulder, her soft lips pressed against Sonya’s cheek.

With a loud smooch, Kitana let Sonya go and took a few steps backwards cautiously. There was an evil smirk on Kitana’s face, Sonya very confused. Has Shang Tsung lied to her? She could only think of Kano growing taller, stretched high until he tore apart.

The drums beat louder, speeding up their tempo. Everyone began whispering. Sonya looked around worridly, all eyes fixated on her. She looked over and saw Shang Tsung, grinning from ear to ear. Sweating from anxiety, Sonya wiped her forehead. Then it hit her.

Her belt feeling a bit snug, Sonya looked down in horror. A small gurgle was heard at first, eminating from her gut. A thin layer of fat seemed to cover her entire body. The gurgling got louder, and a stuffed sensation filled her body. Her sports bra looked a bit taught, and her belly bulged out softly over her belt. Suddenly she began swelling rapidly, her body bloating with fat. Losing slack, her pants soon became form fitting as her legs thickened.

“Uh-O!” Kitana said, admiring her work. Sonya’s belly seemed to be swelling the fastest, becoming taught as it was gorged with fat. She felt utterly horrible, bloated, her clothes too tight. She began to panic, not knowing what to do. She was America’s best fighter, not a pig! After a few seconds it looked like she had gained 50 pounds.

Sonya was moaning as fat spilled over the sides of her pants. What was happening? How could she stop it? Thoughts raced through her head, clouded by the feeling of being pumped full like some balloon. Her ass stuck out behind her comically, rounding down into thick thighs. Kitana stepped forward, poking a finger in Sonya’s belly. She was firm, her finger only sinking in an inch or so.

“How do you feel, dear?” Kitana said sadistically. She was obviously getting some sick pleasure from watching Sonya unable to control her growing body.

“Ughhhh….you bitch…” was all Sonya moaned as she continued swelling. She looked 100 pounds fatter, her clothes were dangerously stretched over her body. With a deep snap, her belt busted loose, her pants unbuttoning, unzippering, pushing apart in a ‘V’ by her fattening belly.

Slowly Kitana walked backwards, looking Sonya in the eyes. Her wide hips swayed with each step, though now dwarfed by Sonya’s. “You can’t fight it. You’re hopeless. You’re my piggy now.”

Sonya’s white sports bra, shiny and stretched taught, creaked as her chest swelled. Two giants globes of flesh, resting on top of a massive stomach. The gurgling continued, and soon Sonya looked to be 350 lbs. Sonya wanted help, she needed help. She was so uncomfortable. Her bloating did not stop – it only slowed down a great deal. Shang Tsung stroked his mustache.

Slowly Sonya tried walking out of the arena, but her swollen body and tight outfit prevented any real movement. Her belly swayed back and forth in front of her and she slowly waddled a few steps here and there. Moaning, she tried to speak through fat lips and fat cheeks, “getting…so….big….ohh….” Thirty seconds ago she was a slim, attractive woman, only now a sad 500lb joke.

“Aw, she’s so cute!” Kitana joked. The crowd let out a quick cheer in agreement.

Turning around to face Kitana, Sonya’s fat body was now a parody of a human being. Slowly, slowly, slowly she grew, her body overloaded with pressure. Terror and helplessness filled her eyes as she pleaded for help, “Kitana…..uhhh….make it…..stop….”

Now totally unable to move, her body was jiggling as she reached 600lbs. Kitana adjust her belt, still stepping backwards, “This fight got me hungry…” and she rubbed her belly.

The thought of food got her sick. Sonya’s face was bloated with fat, unable to speak. She could only moan and grunt as the pressure increased. She needed to get rid of this, get rid of this horridly full feeling, this bloated sensation. She grunted louder, but there was nothing she could do. The pressure only got worse.

“Guhhhhhh…….” Sonya’s arms flailed helplessly in the air, her fat thighs trembling. Her knee-high combat boots began to squeak as her calves tried to fatten. She tried to make a fist, but her hands were too plump. Her clothes now bursting at the seams, allowing fat to spill out slightly, were drenched in sweat.

Shao Khan stood up, monks still beating drums wildly. He shouted “Kitana Wins!”

Sonya’s eyes lit up, she wasn’t dead yet! What was going on? But then she realized – she stopped getting larger, but the gurgling increased. Shao Kahn pointed to the two combatants, “Flawless victory!”

Sonya was near 700lbs, her body quivering and pulsating, no longer able to grow. Her eyes squinted shut, and she gritted her teeth. Her massive belly, sticking out in front of her, wiggled from side to side. Her final words, induced by extreme bloating and internal pressure, were a simple “Guuuuuhhhhhhhh……”

As the last pounds of fat were packed inside Sonya’s once slim frame, she burst.

Shao Kahn spoke, “Fatality.”