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Game 2 Outline |
Since your legs are already waggling up in the air, you experimentally lean them further back, over your belly. Your bulk grumbles a little, but compresses sluggishly to allow your legs that movement.
Amazingly, you find it quite easy, the natural weight of your legs helping. If only they weren't so stubby. Your belly shifts, pushing further up your chubby body and compressing your chest. But, however, it seems to be working! You see your large, flat rhino feet appear on the skyline, and feel your larger, round rhino bottom raise slightly off the ground. Then you 'Argh!' in pain as your tail wakes up with major pins and needles.
You wobble unsteadily for a few moments in this ungainly pose, more ball shaped than ever. And now you're starting to feel tired. Your tongue lolls out as you pant with exertion. Now's crunch time. Either carry on or flatten (or is that 'fatten'?) out again. Gritting your teeth, you rock your legs further back. The weight shifts up your spine, hips rising. A few things 'pop' along your back, making you wince. You hope it wasn't anything vital.
You rock backwards grudingly, then your belly suddenly gives you a helping hand. Its centre of gravity has been shifting sluggishly for the last few minutes, but now its moved far enough to tip your belly backwards! It rolls up and over, taking your behind and back with it. You suddenly find yourself teetering precariously on your shoulders, rotund gut suffocating you through the fabric of your tshirt. There's another embarassing 'pop' from the seat of your trousers.
Almost instinctively, you try to steady it by clasping your chubby arms around your girth. That in itself feels surprisingly pleasant. Unfortunately, due to your size it also makes you one of the best examples of a naturally-occuring perfectly spherical object that the world has ever seen. Your teetering becomes far, far more pronounced, and you suddenly find yourself not only rocking back and forth but side to side as well! One option would be to throw your arms back out, but instinct and terror of your unsupported gut pulling you over make you grip tighter. You knew that this was going to be a bad move! You can feel your hips wanting to sue for separate accommodation, and your lungs could really do with a refill about now. You need to finish this little gymnastic manoeuvre, and fast. But which way should you roll?
There's another moment of exquisitely improbable balance, then the laws of gravity stop laughing long enough to make the decision for you.
Written by Lupine (edited by phaedrus)