Interesting Assassination, An

Sara and Alice crawled through the ventilation ducts of the Corporate high rise just outside of Section G. It was where the overseer of the Company kept watch and ran all the affairs of Section G from. But unfortunately for him, a contract had been put out on his life by an anonymous group. And the mercenary ninja group the two young women belonged to was intent on collecting the rather sizable sum.

Alice was in front, and Sara was trying hard to look anywhere but at Alice’s ass. Alice insisted on dressing the sexy, mysterious female ninja role to the hilt. She wore a tight, one-piece latex leotard, with her gear belt slung low around her hips. The bottom was revealing at the best of times; in her current position, it was nearly indecent. Her outfit was completed by knee-length boots with kneepads; elbow-length fingerless gloves; and a mask over the lower half of her face. Her long blonde hair was tied behind her head, and the kusarigama (chained scythe) that hung at her hip was a formidable weapon.

By comparison, Sara dressed rather conservatively. She wore slightly baggy cargo pants, constricted at the bottom by soft leather boots. Her gear belt was cinched tightly around her waist, which was exposed up to the halter top she wore. She also sported fingerless gloves, but no mask. And her blue hair was tied in girlish pigtails. They belied her deadliness though, as was evidenced by the vicious clawed gauntlets she wore on the back of her belt.

“So, that can’t be comfortable, can it?” Sara asked, trying to sound less annoyed than she was; and failing. “What are you talking about?” Alice asked her, looking back over her shoulder. “That damn unitard, I can see so much of your ass I feel like I should buy you dinner after we’re done here.” Alice laughed out loud, “You get used to it.” She said, and continued crawling. “I’ll tell you what, next time you can be in-”

Her statement was cut off with a surprised shout as the bottom of the vent-shaft gave way beneath her. “Alice!” Sara called, and then she too was screaming as the ducts collapsed beneath her as well. Alice pulled out her kusarigama, and whipped it outwards, wrapping the end around a nearby pipe. She reached out for Sara, who grabbed onto her, and then they were jerked to a halt as the chain reached its limit. They swung slowly to a stop, and then looked at each other, breathing heavily.

“Wow, that was close.” Alice said, looking down. “Yeah, no kidding.” Sara said, and then looked down as well. They were hanging a couple hundred feet above some maintenance catwalks; much too far to fall. “Shit.” Alice said, then looked up. “Here, Sara, see if you can climb the chain, and get to the pipe.” Sara nodded and began to reach upwards, when the pipe let out a loud creaking noise. “Uh oh.” Sara said. The pipe creaked again, and the two felt themselves lower as the pipe began to bend.

“I don’t think it’s gonna hold!” Alice yelled. Sara looked around for anything they could do, mentally inventorying her gear belt. The pipe creaked loudly again, and Alice began repeating: “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit” when an idea popped into Sara’s head. She reached into her belt and pulled out all of her Ninja-Vanish smoke bombs. “Alice,” she said, “just trust me on this.” Alice gave her a quizzical look, then Sara pulled down Alice’s mask and shoved all of her smoke bombs into Alice’s mouth.

Alice’s eyes widened, and Sara held her mouth closed. “Trust me!” she cried as the pipe creaked again. “Swallow them! Quickly!” Alice gave her an unsure look with her eyes, and then swallowed them in a series of awkward gulps. She continued staring at Sara as the pipe creaked, and Sara prayed silently for her idea to work. Smoke was coming out of Alice’s nostrils, and at first that was the only indication that anything was happening. And then, her stomach began to bulge outwards.

“Mmmph!?” Alice said, looking down at her swelling stomach, then up at Sara. “Trust me,” Sara said again, “we need something soft to land on, right?” She asked her, and Alice just stared back, the unsure look still in her eyes. Meanwhile, the swelling had spread to her hips, and then her thighs. Her butt bubbled outwards, pulling the back of her unitard fully into a thong. Her breasts pushed forwards, and Sara had to grip at her unitard to keep from falling off.

Her legs were pushed apart by her bloated thighs, and her shoulders and arms began to swell as well. “Mmmphmm?” Alice asked, and Sara looked back into her eyes. “Just hold on a little longer.” Sara told her. The pipe was creaking constantly now, the noise growing in volume and pitch. And it was visibly obvious that it was bending. Alice looked like a parade-balloon version of herself, and her arms were forced out to the sides by the pressure, making Sara’s grip even more tenuous. “Mmmphmmph?!” she asked again.

“Let’s hope you’re big enough.” Sara told her, and then looked up at the pipe, “because I think we’re about out of time!” Alice looked up as well, watching as the pipe cracked, blowing steam out into the air. She moaned quietly into Sara’s hand, as the swelling was starting to become uncomfortable; and then the pipe finally broke in half, blasting steam from both sides out into the air.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Alice screamed as she fell, but Sara was overtaken with concentration. She was focused on keeping her hand over Alice’s mouth, so she’d still be soft enough to provide a landing pad; as well as angling her blimp of a partner below her. “Brace yourself!” She yelled, as the ground rapidly approached. “Mmmm!” Alice yelled back, her eyes looking past Sara. Furrowing her brows, Sara looked over her shoulder, and realized what Alice was looking at. “The scythe!” she yelled.

It was falling right above them, the long blade deadly enough to be a concern even under normal circumstances. But now that one of them was as big and helpless as an over-inflated love-doll, it seemed like certain doom falling from above. Sara looked from her hand over Alice’s mouth to the handle of the kusarigama in Alice’s hand, and made her choice. She let go of Alice, and lunged for the handle. Smoke began to billow from Alice’s mouth, and Sara reached the handle with just enough time to swing the chain before the two hit the catwalk.

Alice landed with what Sara would later swear was a “boing” noise, and then Sara crashed down on top of her. Although Alice was a huge blimp, it still hurt like hell for both of them. The smoke was forced out of Alice in a torrent, and Sara covered her head for fear of the scythe. With a “clang”, the blade lodged itself in a hole in the metal grate less than a foot from the two kunoichi.

Sara breathed a sigh of relief as she stared at the scythe. She could feel Alice’s middle shrinking and hardening beneath her, and smoke was clouding the air. She looked over at Alice. Her eyes were closed as the smoke was rushing out of her mouth, but she seemed otherwise unharmed. With another sigh, Sara rose to her feet and began kneading Alice’s bloated body until all the smoke had left her.

Alice lay on the ground for a second, her hands on her stomach, coughing. When she finished, she looked up at Sara. “Alright, now you really owe me dinner.” She said, and Sara laughed. She helped Alice to her feet. “Oh man,” Alice said, leaning against a guard-rail, “I need a minute to relax. What the hell made you think of blowing me up like that, anyway?” Sara blushed and stepped back, stammering slightly, “Oh, uh, I don’t know, it’s just something I heard of once, somewhere…” Alice gave her a funny look. “Whatever, just gimme a sec to catch my breath and we’ll be on our way.”

The two kunoichi made their way silently up through the maintenance section at the bottom of the building, it was the only way to access the building from Section G besides the front door. Unfortunately, because of this it was also heavily guarded. The two had to use all their wits to avoid the numerous traps and robotic guards stationed in the underground.

They made it to the ground floor with no problem, and from there on the building looked like any other office building. But it also meant heightened security; with live guards. The two stuck to the shadows, showing just how skilled they were at their profession. The Corporate building was sixteen stories tall, and they made it through seven without ever leaving a trace of their passing. It was on the seventh floor however, that the trouble began.

Alice and Sara were crossing a well-lit hallway, when a guard patrol came by. Alice was able to dive into the shadows in time, but Sara caught the toe of her boot in between floor tiles, and fell flat on her face. “Hey, what’s that?!” One of the guards called, and they tensed for combat. Alice’s kusarigama flashed out of the darkness, impaling the first guard’s throat. Sara quickly regained her feet, and sent two shuriken at the second guard. Alice leapt into the light, pulling the kusarigama from the first guard’s neck by its chain, and swinging it around at the third.

He began to fire his rifle at her, but it was too late, the scythe hit him square in the chest, and sent him toppling to the floor with a scream. Sara pulled another shuriken and aimed at the fourth guard, but hesitated for just a moment as she saw he was screaming into his radio. “FULL ALERT! FULL ALERT! WE HAVE MULTIPLE-“ and then he was cut off as Sara’s shuriken landed between his eyes. “Shit.” Alice said. “Yeah.” Sara responded. Alice reeled in her kusarigama. “Damn, we must be slowing down.” She said. Sara walked up behind her, placing her hands inside her claws, and pulling them to her sides. “Maybe,” she said, smiling viciously at Alice; “I guess we’ll have to get back into practice.”

The next eight floors were a whirlwind of blood and bullets and severed limbs. The two women cut their way through the guard forces with an unearthly ease. They left hallways littered with the dead, and offices smashed inwards by gunfire and flying bodies. Finally, they emerged onto the fourteenth floor to find it empty. They cautiously proceeded, their weapons and clothing stained with blood, shocked at the sudden end to the action.

But the floor was completely deserted, and they proceed up to floor fifteen with trepidation. What they found was almost the entire floor cleared out into one huge room. And in the middle of it, an Asian woman in a deep blue kimono with a red obi sat peacefully. “Ah, ladies, so kind of you to join me.” The woman said. “Who are you?” Alice asked. The woman smiled and bowed. “Pardon me, my name is Violet.” The woman said. “I am Mr. Franklin’s most personal bodyguard.”

Sara and Alice looked at each other, then back at Violet. “You?” Sara asked. Violet smiled again. “Indeed.” She said. “Well then Violet,” Alice said, beginning to swing her kusarigama on its chain. “I hate to do this, but it looks like we’re gonna have to kill you.” Violet giggled, covering her mouth. “No, I do not think you will.” She said, and rose to her feet. She undid her obi, and then dropped her kimono to the floor. Beneath it she wore only a tiny, deep-blue string bikini. Sara snorted. Violet looked up at them, and for once her calm façade shattered. Pure rage showed on her face, as; in a blur; she shot across the room and hit Sara in the solar plexus with an open palm.

With an “Oof!” Sara went flying backwards, before Alice could react, Violet turned and hit her with the same move. The two impacted against the walls, and rose to their knees slowly, clutching at their stomachs. “Oh God.” Sara moaned. Violet giggled again, putting a hand up to cover her mouth. Sara opened her mouth to say something else, but stopped as she felt something odd. She looked down to confirm it, and saw that her stomach was indeed swelling out beneath her hand!

“Oh my God, I’m, blowing up!” Sara yelled, having to cradle her stomach in both hands now. “I’m blowing up again!” Alice yelled, faced with a similar plight. “What did you do to us?” Sara asked, looking up at Violet. Violet smiled at them. “It’s an ancient technique passed through my family for generations.” She said, shifting her weight to one leg and putting her hands on her hips. “That attack focuses all my Chi energy; and forces it into you, causing your body to grow.” Violet tossed her hair casually. “And now all I have to do is focus, and you two will simply burst, like overfilled balloons.”

“Oh man,” Alice whined, “what is it about today?” She asked, prompting a quizzical look from Violet. “I don’t know,” Sara said, getting to her feet. “But I don’t plan on popping anytime soon.” She readied her claws and rushed Violet. The two women fought for a moment, but Sara couldn’t lay a hand on Violet, and she hit Sara in the stomach again, sending her back against the wall. “Foolish little girl.” Violet said, and focused, causing Sara’s body to swell outwards.

She tried to regain her feet, but couldn’t move with her body so bloated. Her hips were bloating outwards, as were her thighs; her breasts swelled out before her, making her look like a parade balloon. “Ugh, I’m getting so big!” Sara moaned. “You leave her alone!” Alice called, leaping forward and swinging her kusarigama at Violet. Alice was a little faster than Sara, but Violet was still faster than both of them. She dodged all of her attacks, and eventually grabbed her in a bear-hug, pinning her arms to her sides.

Alice struggled, but it was no use, Violet grinned at her, and Alice felt her body swelling once more. Her breasts pushed forward, her arms swelled like sausages, and her stomach pushed out even further against Violet’s lithe body. Behind her, her butt pushed outwards, pulling her unitard into a thong again. Her thighs bloated, and even her face began to puff up. “Oh God.” She moaned. “You make such a pretty balloon.” Violet told her.

“What?” Alice asked, confused. Violet simply giggled again, and released Alice. As she did, her body made a spread-eagled pose as she filled with Violet’s Chi. She fell onto her back and bounced slightly, as if filled with air. Violet stepped back, watching her with her arms crossed over her chest as Alice continued to swell. Her stomach was becoming huge and globular, giving her whole body a rounded shape. “Oooh,” Alice moaned, “I’m getting so big…”

“Yes, you are.” Violet said, her eyes wide as she watched Alice intently. Alice continued to bloat outwards, her leotard creaking as she swelled. Her straining belt popped off of her, and her stomach bulged outwards with a “fwoomp” noise. Violet moaned quietly in the back of her throat as Alice began to look like a ball with arms, legs, and breasts. “Ooooh,” Alice moaned again, “Sara, help me!” she yelled, looking over at her partner.

Sara had been laying there quietly, enthralled at the sight of Alice inflating like a balloon, but as Alice cried out, she snapped back to reality. “Oh, right.” She said, and tried to move. But it was nearly impossible, even though she was much smaller than Alice, she was still too big. “Damnit!” Sara cursed. “Sara, come on…” Alice yelled, getting worried. Violet simply giggled.

Alice was rounding out all over now, her limbs becoming shortened cones, and her breasts becoming little more than bumps off of her ball-like body. Violet sauntered over and ran a hand along Alice’s enormous tummy, which was so large it reached up to Violet’s chest. “Mmm, you’re getting so big now…” Violet said softly. “What is wrong with you?” Alice yelled. Violet shrugged, “Is it wrong to enjoy my work?” She asked. Alice didn’t have a response, she just grunted in frustration as she got bigger and bigger.

Sara was also grunting and cursing as she tried desperately to reach her gear belt. Even using all of her strength, she could only just barely cause her arms to move. Meanwhile, Violet leaned forward and rubbed herself against Alice’s swelling form. “Most of my balloons are ugly mercenaries, or dirty little thieves.” Violet said, “I haven’t had a balloon as sexy as you in a long time.” She licked her lips as she stared over Alice’s huge body and into her eyes. “Oh God, I’m gonna get popped by a pervert.” Alice said to herself. “Sara, Goddamnit-!” she yelled.

“Shut up, I’m trying!” Sara yelled back. She was getting increasingly frustrated, she tried sitting up, she tried rolling, she tried pushing against the wall and using that to push her arm down, but it was no use. She was completely immobilized. “Fuck!” she yelled. “I’m sorry Alice, there’s nothing I can do!” She yelled, looking over at her partner. Alice looked back at her. “Goddamnit.” Alice said again, and looked up into the grinning face of Violet.

“You bitch.” Alice told her. Violet made a ‘tsk’ noise and ran her fingernails along Alice’s stomach. “That’s not very nice.” Violet told her. Alice was completely round now, just a ball with a head, hands, and feet. She had stopped swelling, but she could feel the pressure building inside of her. “Mmm,” Violet moaned. “You’re just about ready to burst…” she closed her eyes and hugged Alice’s huge body, putting a leg up against one of her sides and grinding her hips. “You freak!” Alice yelled, groaning as her body began to pulsate.

“Be nice.” Violet said softly, and then leaned down and kissed Alice’s stomach, and with that; KABOOM, Alice burst. Sara closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, and Violet simply stood in place, luxuriating in the energies that rushed out of Alice’s body. As the air in the room settled, Violet leaned her head back and inhaled deeply. “Ooh, that felt good.” she moaned. She opened her eyes and looked over at Sara. “And I have one more beautiful balloon to go.” She giggled happily.

Oh shit. Sara thought to herself as she wiggled her limbs again, trying to think of a way out of her fate. Violet began to saunter over to her, and she began to swell. “Oh,” Sara moaned. “Oh, oh,” Violet was getting closer, “Oh yes…” Sara moaned, and Violet paused. “Oh, make me bigger, make me huge…” Sara said, and looked pleadingly at Violet. Violet’s eyes lit up and her smile seemed to broaden from ear to ear.

The rate of Sara’s expansion doubled, and Sara groaned. “You want to be my balloon?” Violet asked her, approaching and rubbing a hand along her stomach. “Yes.” Sara said. “Do you want to burst for me?” Violet asked, her eyes gleaming. Sara looked up at her, and bit her lip, then nodded. Violet closed her eyes and moaned, and Sara began to swell even faster. “Kiss me, balloon.” Violet said, and leaned down to kiss Sara.

Sara kissed her back, and as she did, she made her mind go blank. She focused only on feeling, not thought. She searched herself for a feeling that was foreign, that did not belong; and found it, and when she did, she focused on pushing it out of herself. Out of her body, and into the body of the woman who was passionately kissing her.

Violet made a “mmph” sound, and backed away from Sara, clutching at her throat. As she did, Sara began to shrink. Violet looked at her angrily, and tried to make her swell again, but as she did; her own stomach pushed out above her bikini bottoms. “You tricked me!” Violet screamed. “No.” Sara said, looking at her sadly. “I just can’t let you burst me.” Violet screamed again and began walking towards Sara. Right as she reached her, Sara just barely regained her mobility. She kicked her bloated legs out, causing Violet to jump back, then she regained her feet.

“Come on,” Sara said, keeping back and staying defensive. “All this time making balloons, and you never wondered what it would feel like to be one yourself?” Violet rushed forward, and Sara leapt to the side, not even trying to fight with her. “You’ve never wondered what it would feel like? All that energy pushing out from within, your body getting bigger and bigger and bigger…” Violet paused, getting a wistful look on her face, before she shook her head and advanced on Sara again.

Sara jumped backwards, dodging as Violet began moving, keeping ahead of her by several feet. “Don’t you want to be so big, so beautiful, so round?” Sara asked. Violet slowed for a moment, her head bowed, and then her stomach swelled outwards. Her hips and thighs widened, as did her breasts. “S…stop it!” she stammered, beginning to rush at Sara again, but with her bigger body, she was slowing down.

Violet rushed in, and Sara diverted her arm, grabbing her around the small of her back, and rubbing her belly with her other hand. “Mmm, you’re getting so round.” She said. Violet paused, breathing heavily, and then she began to expand against Sara’s hand. “That’s it.” Sara said softly, rubbing her hand along Violet’s swelling middle. “You’re going to be so big.” Violet shook her head, but she continued to swell. “No.” she said, “You’re supposed to be big.” Her arms and legs pushed apart now, her breasts puffing up into Sara’s face. “You’re supposed to be the balloon, not me.” Violet said, looking at Sara for the first time.

“Shhh.” Sara said, putting a finger over Violet’s lips. “It’s your turn now. You can be as big as you want.” Violet looked into her eyes. “As big as I want?” She asked quietly. Sara nodded, and Violet’s eyes glazed over. Her body began to expand faster, and Sara stepped back. She stood and watched Violet blow herself up for a moment, and then she walked past her to a door in the back of the room.

As she walked through it, Violet was moaning: “I’m going to be the biggest, the biggest balloon ever!” And then Sara closed the door. She paused a moment and took a deep breath, shaking the events that had taken place in the room off, and then she proceeded to the private elevator that was beyond the hall. She pressed the call button, and stepped inside as the doors opened. She pressed the button, and as the doors closed, she heard a bang echoing up to her from Violet’s room.

The elevator doors opened into an enormous, elegant office. A large desk with several monitors and phones; and covered in paperwork dominated the room. Behind it, the walls were enormous floor-to-ceiling windows that showed the night sky, and a large private heliport. The overseer of Section G stood at the windows, staring nervously out at the heliport. He was a thin, harried, balding man in a rumpled suit. He fidgeted nervously, and kept putting his hands to the windows. “Where the hell is that damn helicopter?” He muttered to himself.

“It won’t be in time.” Sara said confidently, stepping out of the elevator. The overseer turned to face her, and his face cracked into a terrified smile. “Hello there.” He said. “You must be my assassin.” He smoothed his tie and adopted a confident stance that was belied by the terrified look on his face. “Where’s your partner?” he asked casually. Sara strode out of the elevator towards him, tightening her grip on her claws. “She won’t be joining us.” Sara said testily. “Ah,” the overseer said. “So then Violet…” Sara shook her head. “She won’t be joining us either.” The overseer nodded.

“I understand the bounty placed on my head is quite the large sum.” He said, taking a few casual steps towards his desk. “I can double it.” Sara shook her head and raised one of her claws. “No deal, and stop moving.” The overseer paused and looked at her, nodding calmly. “I see.” He looked up at her and opened his mouth to speak, then broke into a run away from her.

Sara lunged and swung with her claws, but she only caught the back of his suit jacket. She leapt up onto the desk and leapt after him, but he dived out of the way at the last second. He regained his feet and, cursing all the while, slithered through a door in the opposite wall. Sara leapt after him again and cut into the door with her claws. She kicked it inward, sending the pieces flying through the room.

The overseer stood at the opposite end of the room, staring at her in fright over a large table. The table was filled with food of all kinds, kept well prepared and heated by servants and the warming plates the dishes rested upon. Sara began to advance on the frightened overseer, when the smell of the food hit her nostrils. “Oh,” she said, pausing. She began to walk forward again, but couldn’t focus. The food just smelled so good…

She stopped, shaking her head to try and clear it. What the hell is wrong with me? she thought to herself. Her stomach rumbled loudly. The food smelled better than any she’d ever encountered before, and all of a sudden she was starving. The overseer, cowering against the wall, took a back seat next to her absolute need to eat.

Sara dropped her claws to the floor, and walked hesitantly to the food. The overseer forgotten, she pulled a leg off of a roast chicken, and bit greedily into it. From his place against the wall, the overseer started laughing. Sara dug into the food, devouring it as if she hadn’t eaten in weeks. “It worked.” The overseer said incredulously.

Sara continued to wolf down the food, gasping between bites as she noticed her body starting to swell again. “Oh.” She gasped between bites, and cursed to herself. “What’s going on?” she asked the overseer, continuing to shovel food into her mouth. The overseer laughed again and straightened his tie. He walked over and casually took a seat at the head of the table.

Sara was still eating, her stomach bulging forward as she piled on weight. Her breasts swelled against her top, and her hips and thighs bulged outwards, pulling her formerly baggy cargo pants tight. “It was an idea of Violet’s.” The overseer said. “It’s a special recipe The Company invented, to her specifications. Quite genius really.” Sara was looking genuinely fat now, and moved down the table as all the food within reach had been devoured. “What are you talking about?” she asked, her mouth full, food staining her chubby cheeks.

“Food that smells so good, no one can resist. I,” he pointed to his nose, “and everyone else here take the antidote, so it doesn’t affect us.” Sara’s gear belt burst off of her swelling gut, the button to her pants landing on the opposite side of the table. The seat of her pants tore open, revealing her underwear, which was pulling tight against her fattening ass. “And it’s so incredibly fattening,” the overseer continued, “that you’ll eat it until you become too fat to move.” The overseer laughed to himself. “Pretty hard to assassinate someone when you’re just an enormous blob of fat.”

Sara shook her head and cursed to herself as her enormous breasts ripped open her top. Her arms were getting so flabby it was hard for her to keep reaching for the food, and her knees were buckling under the weight she was piling on. Her stomach hung down in front of her, almost to her knees now, pushing her further away from the table. “You bastard.” She said. The overseer just shrugged to himself. “You’re here to murder me in cold blood, who are you to talk?” He retorted.

Sara shook her head and tried to stop herself, she tried to think of Alice, of her group; of anything to make herself stop eating, but she couldn’t. She kept shoveling more and more food into her fattening mouth, and only getting fatter and fatter. Even her fingers were getting plump now, making it hard to grip the food. Her hips pushed out further than her shoulders, and her cargo pants ripped to shreds against the onslaught that was her fattening thighs. Her stomach was nearly touching the ground now, and her legs finally gave out under her weight.

She fell to the floor with a loud “thud”, and reached out for the table like a greedy child. “No!” she cried when she realized she couldn’t reach it. She continued to fatten for a moment as the food digested. Her stomach pushed out in front of her, and her hips pushed out to the sides. She looked like an enormous blob now, and her chins had gotten so big that they were resting on the tops of her gargantuan breasts. She had become completely immobile.

The overseer chuckled calmly to himself, his fear dissipated. “Well, I guess that settles that.” He said. He rose to his feet, and walked around the table to Sara. “I guess all that remains is to call the cleanup crew. I’ll make sure you get plenty of food in jail, fatso.” He said condescendingly, patting the side of her titanic stomach. Sara just stared at him, her eyes blazing with rage.

As the overseer passed behind her, she planted both her feet on the floor, and with all her strength, shoved. She fell backwards, her huge body shifting like water. “NO!” the overseer screamed, and then Sara’s bulk landed on top of him. There was a crunching noise, and Sara felt him struggling beneath her. Her fat jiggled as he tried to push her off, and then his struggles slowed, growing weaker. Finally, they stopped.

“Motherfucker.” Sara said, shifting her fat again for emphasis. The smell of the food was still driving her crazy, but there was nothing she could do about it. She reached down and felt along the floor for her gear belt, and found it, slinging it onto her stomach. She went through it and grabbed her radio. She pulled it out and put it to her ear.

“Caffeine?” She said, after a moment of static, a voice said: “Roger, receiving.” “This is Kittychan.” Sara said. “Whiterabbit didn’t make it, but mission accomplished.” After a pause, the voice on the other end replied: “Understood, what’s your location?” Sara looked around. “Trapped in the executive suite, and I’m gonna need a lot of help getting out of here.” Static for a moment, and then: “Roger, need to punch out?” “Negative.” Sara responded. “Just need to do some, uh, heavy lifting. I’ve put on a bit of weight…”