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With the monitor having been left on, all you can do is watch Fred battle heroically against the bulging of his own body, seesawing painfully atop the high fence. It's a miracle he managed to jump up that high. After a few more minutes, he finally manages to rock enough of his gut over the top for it to pull him over, and he somersaults forward with a plop- right into the heavy duty net that Raffles' guards have suspended beneath him.
In a few more minutes, he's strapped spread-eagle on the bench next to you, belly-up and whimpering. Raffles is back, giving him a thorough inspection too.
"Well well," he chuckles nastily, "I didn't expect this, but it makes my plan even easier. Two successful subjects." Ingoring Fred, he turns back to you. "Now, my fine specimen, on to stage two!"
"Stage two?", you goggle at him, struggling in your shackles, a movement which makes your bulk rock and sway like a set jelly. "What was stage one?" Raffles has picked up that huge hypo again. He presses a button, and your table tips, your head lowering toward the floor, leaving you helpless.
"Why, the mobile stage, of course."
"Mobile?!" You laugh bitterly, with a touch of hysteria. "Look at me! I'm a lard-tub! I ballooned up!" For some reason he finds this hilarious.
"And you'd better get used to it, fatso. You're in for a big surprise." He slaps your immense gut, which quivers. "Your little... accident has complicated matters, I agree, and I should really spend a lot of time researching what might happen if I continue with my plan. But hey, it'll make things more interesting." He grins maniacally, and you yelp as you feel the syringe stab you on the surface of your belly.
Then Raffles steps back, beaming as if he's just become a father. "I've done it!"
"What've you done?", growls Fred nastily. "Blown up the world?"
"Oh no!" Raffles grins in a disarmingly sane manner as he picks up a second hypo, filled with a different coloured shot. "I'm saving the world! I'm a conservationist!"
"You're WHAT?", the pair of you bellow in surprise. Raffles just smiles the pained smile of someone trying to do good in an ungrateful world.
"You'll see. Sooner than most, actually..." There's another yelp, from Fred this time as his own belly gets the pincushion treatment.
"W-what're you g-going to do with us now?", you whimper. Raffles smiles and says...
Written by Lupine (edited by wanderer)