Codename: Ladykiller PART II Codename: Jack the Ripper

Codename: Ladykiller PART II: Codename: Jack the Ripper

To Codename: Ladykiller

Assignment: Charlene

Reason for inflation: Overindulgence and a lack of self control that has led to a butt that is much too big.

Crime committed: Squeezing said butt into outfits that are very, very tight.

Profile: Charlene is sweet and a bit touchy about her size - she likes comics and cosplay quite a bit and likes unhealthy treats a bit too much! In spite of this she tends to be a bit rude to strangers, and may whimper and whine a bit if something goes wrong...

Specifics

- Tricking the Target is optimal, but if you need to surprise her instead, it works just as well

- Target's inflation should be slow and uncomfortable. You being in control is a plus

- Remarks and teasing about the target's weight and general girth requested

So, replying to this as Codename Ladykiller...

"So this letter isn't from the organization, huh? It seems to be from a guy?... or an organization itself. Huh. Well, anyway... this girl is cute : ). Crime committed, butt too big *sips coffee*. Well that's reason enough for me. Hm what else? Slurping on a can of Ben & Jerry's? Nice, Vermont's finest... *sips another sip of coffe and plonks it down on the table*. Well *putting on jacket * I guess I better do something about this girl *takes a drag of an imaginary cigarette and finishes putting on the jacket*. Leaves through the door. "Out I go."

Charlene's at a mall. It's a comic convention and Lady expected it -- he knows how to find out about these sorts of things. It's better that's it's public... more anonymity  that way and more animosity and embarrassment towards her...

Lady loved his job. He loaded the tip of his rifle. But he probably wouldn't do it this easily... not for her. This girl was not a killer, after all... but a bloated ego. And he would do his best to deal with a bloated ego and put it out of its misery. Her misery, that is. Haha, he laughed and chucked the barrel of his gun. Everything seemed a-okay here.

Charlene came into the mall. She was dressed in her ninja suit outfit, of course... he had checked the files. He knew she liked dressing in this sort of costume. Looking through binoculars, he saw it was all the better for  inflation. And this "Operation Bloatation" fellow, whoever he was, really knew what they were talking about when they said she had a big butt. He didn't think it would be quite that big. 

He whistled to himself.

Charlene came walking in slowly, sai in hand. Kitana princess-like... he reckoned she would be carrying an ice cream in that hand soon, too... he had read the file... toowitt-tto-woo.

Charlene walked into the mall. People's eyes were all over her... or more specifically, on her butt. A kid pointed at it. Someone gawked. Charlene looked at that person as if to tell them to shut up.

Charlene was here for the comic convention... but she was also here for something to eat. She was usually here for something to eat. And the ninja suit made a good excuse. If her friends asked her what she was doing in the mall, she could say she was going to the convention -- Buuut that she was going to get something to eat first.

She folded down her ninja mask just a bit and walked up to an ice cream vendor.

"I'll have cookies and cream, please" -- and she looked around a bit, to check if anyone was looking at her... -- "and a scoop of raspberry sherbet".

"Sure", the ice cream man said, getting his scoop. "Do you want any toppings with that? Gummi bears?"

Charlene stood wide-eyed... "Um... yeah, gummi bears. And a scoop of gummi worms. Plus the Reese's and m&ms. That's it."

The server looked at her skeptically and then said "yeah, whatever". He started scooping up the stuff.

Charlene looked around anxiously. She didn't see any of her friends here -- not even any of her fat friends... though she had invited one of them to the convention, and that one should be here...

"Fatass" coughed the ice cream vendor into his sleeve, which caught her attention. And then, "Here's your ice cream". She accepted the cone from him and then scowled. 

"Here's your money", she said, dumping it all over onto the counter.

"Well excuuuuuse me", the ice cream man said, looking after her. 

Charlene was pissed. So that was part 1 of the plan. The guy behind the counter wasn't Ladykiller -- he was busy controlling things behind the scenes -- but the guy behind the counter was taking Ladykiller's orders. He polished off one of the sundae glasses and then retired into the back room. The real ice cream guy was there, and would be unbound and ungagged as soon as this was all over.

Ladykiller surveyed his scene. Charlene was walking over to the stairs to see one of her friends, or what looked to be one of her friends... 

"Oh yeah, I just had to stop and get some ice cream you know, this makes me so hungry", Charlene said, indicating walking around the convention. 

Her friend rolled her eyes and said "yeah, I'm sure". Her friend's real-life person had also been replaced by a body double, which was all for the better, as Lady liked to do a clean job. He sighed to himself -- a rare self-lamentation, in regard of his situation -- and thought, after all, that this was what he was good at.

The girl seemed even more pissed now. Good. She was almost frantically licking her ice cream. This wouldn't kill her, or the negative part of her, but the rest of his plan would. Looking through his binoculars, he gave a *snap* to signal to one of his agents. Then he popped open some chips and nommed on them. After all, it was good for him to relax. The agent he had signaled moved into his position.

"Would you like some ice cream, miss?" Asked a guy holding out one of those sample trays.

"Uh, I already have some ice cream", said Charlene.

"But it looks like you could use a little bit more", he said. "Just one bite. You know what I mean ; ) ", he said.

She looked around nervously. "Are you sure?" , she said. "I don't know..."

"Just one bite. I won't tell anyone", he said, giving a wink.

"Goddamnit," Lady said, putting the chips down on the table -- why did this guy always have to screw up the plan? It was like he was trying to intentionally manipulate her. The point was to softly point at all her issues so that she could become aware of herself, THEN finish her. Not NOW!

He floated down from the balcony using a special umbrella. 

"Ah, miss", he said, floating down and putting on his best James Bond impression. "You might want to be a little more careful -- those things can bite, you know" he said, giving her a smile.

Charlene seemed amused. "And who are you supposed to be? James Bond?"

He smiled again: "Ladykiller, actually. Codename: Ladykiller". 

"Well I don't know who that is", she exclaimed, licking her ice cream, walking away.

The ice-cream-tray-man behind her snapped his fingers.

"What did I tell you?" said Ladykiller, to him. "Why do you have always have to mess up the plan?"

The man gave an exasperated shrug of his shoulders and blew up his hair. 

"I dunno" he said.

"Well that's great", said Ladykiller, ""I dunno" -- just like a professional assassin might say".

"I'm just doing my job, man", the guy said and turned away.

"Well do it better", said Ladykiller. "This is a girl's life we're talking about here. Not some part of some sick game."

The guy sighed and shrugged. He didn't really get it but he was good at what he did. That was why Ladykiller had hired him... though.....

Charlene had started walking around the mall again. She had started to scarf the ice cream with her mouth now, instead of just lick it -- you know when you get to that point when it becomes a little ball inside of the cone -- you can't lick it anymore. And she'd grown a little fatter too -- a side effect of some of the m&ms and Reese's topping. Her suit had begun to round out a little bit -- not that it wasn't round to begun with, but now the little blue lightning bolt on the front looked a little more... largesse than before. She spilled some ice cream on it.

"Oh damn", she said, wiping it up.

"Can I help you with that, miss?" Said a kindly English gentleman. Or someone dressed like a kindly English gentleman. Of course at a con it was difficult to tell.

"Uh, no, that's okay, you're sweet", she said, wiping it up. 

"Well then I beg of you, please take this complimentary handkerchief and an English mint". he offered.

She took them. "Well, okay", she said, blushing a little bit. "It's always nice to meet a kindly English gentleman like you."

"It's always nice to be a kindly English gentleman like me!" The guy laughed, chortled, hoho'd and generally made a right English fool of himself when walking away.

"That was weird", said Charlene, popping the English mint into her mouth. She had forgotten about the ice cream and had thrown it away, gotten rid of it. 

Meanwhile, Lady was looking at her on a TV screen. "This is going slow", he grumbled. 

"I think we're missing the point", said a subordinate standing next to him. They were on the balcony again -- or at least in the little TV room next to it. "We're not working along with her free will."

"Because she's not a killer it's harder."

The subordinate nodded: "It is."

Ladykiller started to stand up. "So what do we do, sit and wait? We  have to revise the plan," he said, wiping some chips from his mouth. "We're not pressing her ego hard enough. There needs to be some other way. She's not eating enough, being too delicate, etc... We've gotta poke at her ego so we can get to that evil part of her."

"Using an English mint?" said the subordinate.

"No," Ladykiller said, "not an English mint... it's gotta be in line with her deception, whatever it is is her ego problem. So this dainty thing isn't gonna blow her up because her vice is over-indulgence, not snobbery. SO GET THE ENGLISH GUY OUTTA THERE!" he shouted.

"English guy outta there!" assured some guy in the foyer and pulled out the English guy with the swish of a hook on a rope. "Tally-ho!" said the English guy, on his way out.

"Good, that's one pain in the backside out of my backside", said Ladykiller. "Now who are we going to put in there? It's a comic-con, so let's get creative."

"The ice cream man with the tray", suggested one subordinate.

"We've tried that. He screwed up." said Ladykiller.

"The ice cream man with a tray!" said an excited subordinate.

Ladykiller took a deep breath. "WHY?!", he said.

"Because he's the best fit" one of them said. "He'll blow her up in a second", they said. "He won't screw up!", they all said.

"Well, okay," Ladykiller said, "let's get the ice cream man with a tray out there".

"Hurray!" they said, and they did.

The ice cream man with a tray -- whom we shall now we call Jack -- was out there and put on a sly grin while walked up to Charlene, with the tray.

"Please take a sample," he said. "They're delicious. And it looks like you recently got rid of your ice cream, huh?" he said, mischievously.

"Oh, you again," Charlene said. "I'll try one", taking one off the platter and catching Jack's eye for a second.

He had gotten what he wanted. And he had gotten there faster than Lady. Charlene's hips jiggled a bit as she put the sampler in her mouth. Stupid Ladykiller, Jack thought.

Charlene's eyes immediately widened. Her face had started turning blue. She looked down with both eyes at her nose -- it was turning a weird shade of purple.

"It's just an effect of the ice-cream", the ice-cream-guy-called Jack said. "I thought it would improve your look for the comic-con, make it more convincing. It's a novelty item", he said, his fingers crossing behind his back.

"Oh, well *hic*. Well I better be going", Charlene said, stammering off. She had developed a weird way of walking -- almost like a drunk. Something about that sampler had made her feel awfully bubbly. Not that she was one to criticize or condemn the guy who had given it to her -- they came out with all kinds of weird things at these cons and he was only trying to help her.

Jack giggled behind her back. That was part 1 of his plan.

Ladykiller, in the monitor room, scowled at him.

Charlene had only started to bubble up. She touched her stomach a couple of times but looked around for her friend. The friend was walking along somewhere. 

"Hi!" Charlene said to her.

"Ugh", said her "friend." "Go away," and walked away.

Charlene was a bit stunned by this and a little hurt. She looked around for the ice cream guy. She must find him. She had to get her hands on some ice cream, NOW. 

Before she knew it, she found him. 

"Uh...," said the ice cream guy called Jack, "Uh--" 

"Give me one of those", said Charlene, before Jack could get a chance to reply, and grabbed an ice cream sampler from his platter and chugged it into her mouth. 

"You over-inflated bitch", was what Jack wanted to say, but he thought better of it and thought that this could somehow work. Sucker, he thought with glee. I'm going to watch this bitch blow.

Ladykiller then slammed his hands on the table in front of him. "This has gone too far", he said. "I'm pulling the plug--" 

"Wait" -- said one of his subordinates -- "look what he's doing" --

The ice cream tray guy was pulling an ice cream cone from out of his pocket -- yes, from out of his very pocket -- and it remained pristine. 

Charlene didn't seem to know or care where it came from. "Oh", she said, with eyes agleam. "For me?"

Jack just offered the ice cream out to her and smiled. 

"Hee hee", Charlene said, and went towards it -- before slipping on one foot, landing her face smack right in the middle of it, and falling to the floor.

She hit the floor BAM. Jack's face was agape, and chalk-white. There were pieces of ice cream cone and oreo cookie dough scattered around.

"You inflated bimbo," he said, this time for real. He started lightly kicking her mouth. "You pathetic Blimp. Eat it", he said.

"Meep", she said, walking her hands around on the floor. "Myu"--, and apparently she was now making weird anime noises too.

She was looking around for the cone -- "That's right, you stupid beached whale," Jack said. "Eat it", and helped her by shoveling little bits of it into her mouth. 

"Urgh", she said.

"Pathetic wench", Jack mentioned, before Ladykiller landed on the floor behind him -- THUD! And Jack turned around.

Then "Ha!", Jack said. "You fall to the floor, too? Nice going, Ladykiller. Glad you could join us!" Ladykiller had landed on the floor, but in a heap. Jack strolled over and kicked what looked like the super-sized novelty umbrella lying next to him. 

"That umbrella doesn't work a second time, you know", he sneered. "Just thought I should let you know. I rigged it." And then he turned back to Charlene.

"Damn..." Ladykiller said, or tried to say, before reaching out a shuddering arm and failing. His body wasn't working the way he wanted it to -- he couldn't move it at all. Something was preventing him from moving.

Some subordinates rushed towards him from up the stairs.

"Are you all right, Ladykiller?", they said. "You look pretty banged up--"

"He's fine", Jack said. "It's okay. It's a non-fatal wound, and I can take care of him. You guys sort the rest of this out, though, and take care of the scene -- take everyone back to their homes."

"Oh crap," Ladykiller said (or tried to say, it was more like mumbling) -- there was one person for each subordinate, and if all the subordinates were to go out with all their civilians... Well, he and this guy would be left alone. And that didn't look like the best sort of situation. Even if they could explain what had happened.

"Sorry, Codename:", said one of his subordinates casually, marching out of the foyer and then waving to Jack. "Take care of him, guy with the tray!"

"I will take care of him. See you later," he said, and then to another subordinate -- "good working with you," "And to you, too," he said, waving, "Annnddd, at laast, you," to the final one. And then they were all gone. 

"Ah, finally", the guy with the tray said, before taking off some kind of mask. He was standing there now in some kind of regal black suit with gold/silver lining. Part of his face was obscured, or at least part of one side of it; another part of it seemed almost purple -- and the rest of it was very handsome. "Good," he said. "Part 2 of my plan has been done."

"Who are you?" Ladykiller tried to say.

"I'm Codename: Jack the Ripper", Jack said to Ladykiller. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance. I also kill women -- and I also enjoy it. Nice meeting you."

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