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Dealer's Choice - Psycho-Pass WG - Part 02
🕑 Added 2020-09-29 11:23:55 +0000 UTC
“However, the MWBPS disagree with my ideals. They blindly obey their unseen master, pulling the trigger and ending the lives of individuals who may yet still be saved without the need for rigorous mental conditioning. It is because of them that I feel I have to demonstrate one more function of my formula which I had been requested to make a feature by one of our wealthiest benefactors.”
Akane’s ears pricked.
“One of you lovely ladies is about to make history as my finest masterpiece, an honor I honestly found hard to bestow upon just any diamond in the rough. I am speaking of course to you, Inspector Akane Tsunemori. Why don’t you join me on stage instead of skulking around in the shadows.”
A cold sweat ran down Akane’s neck as two burly guards seized her hologram tentacles. She hadn’t heard them approach her at all as she only started to struggle far too late when she was close to halfway up the stage. An enormous couch rose from underneath the raised platform, spanning nearly twice her height across which she was deposited into. The masked man approached her with a playful flourish of his hands.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the famous division one inspector! Let’s call her Akane for short, since we’re all friends here.”
There was no more need to hide any intentions. Akane’s hologram disguise disappeared with an electrical hum, revealing nothing more than an overweight office lady in an ill fitting suit that clipped through her hologram jacket and stretched her undershirt, the only real piece of clothing outside of her pants that she had on. Her bobbed, dark brown hair framed her enormous doe-eyes as she tried her best to stare daggers at her captor. She rapidly clicked at the transponder on her handgun and on the bracelet around her chubby wrist.
“My backup is going barge down the doors if I don’t report in regularly.”
The masked man merely laughed, raising his arms in encouragement as the rest of the room laughed with him.
“Oh I’m afraid your back up won't be arriving anytime soon, Akane. I’ve seen to it that they’ve been waylaid across town in a very similar looking underground set up. Even if they did arrive, it would be far too late to stop me from fulfilling my customer’s order.”
Akane raised her gun to the man’s chest as she scanned him frantically.
“Criminal coefficient 89, not a target for enforcement action,” the dominator analyzed. “Trigger will be locked.”
“You see, in spite of all that I’ve accomplished here tonight, I am not one of the fortunate few who are unable to be scanned. Most of us here are likely in the same boat which makes it terribly inefficient to meet up like this. However, thanks to the lovely ladies increased size, each one of you lucky owners will also be able to enjoy the scan results she generates as a shield for your own mental states. Think of your new blubbery employees as living walls which defend your new found freedom.”
With a click of his fingers, Akane was forcefully thrust into the couch. Being as short as she was made her already doll-like features more prominent as she sat atop her gargantuan throne. Her chubby limbs were strapped into place and her head was secured to the back of the seat. Resistance was absolutely futile.
The masked man caressed the side of her face. He could feel her tremble not with fear, but with a quiet rage of someone who would not go down without a fight. He loved that look and felt even more inspired to preserve it.
With another click of his fingers, a gigantic cake, fit for several weddings, was wheeled in from behind the curtain. A good chunk of it had been carved out already, likely the source where all the girls had been given their initial treats. But even so, more than half of it still remained.
“More than three thousand kilo-calories per bite. I was going to auction the rest of this off as a final parting gift for our participants, but I feel that allowing our dear audience a chance to have their say against what they think of the MWBPS would be a far better way to emphasize why we’ve gathered here today.”
Burly henchmen parted the curtains surrounding the lower half of the stage to reveal a giant digital screen. It was a scale, currently flashing Akane’s current weight of two hundred and thirty nine pounds. The man in the mask bowed low as he made his appeal.
“And so, I say to you, if Sibyl can judge us by committee, then let us commit this last act as a committee. Call it a crime, or call it bravery. Raise your forks and take a slice to feed our dear inspector Akane to your heart’s content. Take some for yourselves if you so wish, but just keep in mind that there are no refunds.”
Akane shuddered as the crowd roared their support. Even the newly fattened women raised their flabby arms in unison. Those who benefited from the Sibyl system and those who had been shunned by it were completely united under this man’s manipulation.
She opened her mouth to speak but found a plastic bit firmly shoved in it to keep her jaw wide open. Her gaping mouth prevented her from spitting out the brace as a flexible tube was placed down her throat. Akane gagged and spluttered as she flexed her hands in impotent desperation as the initial discomfort hit her like a wave only to recede.
The tube was now firmly inside her now. People began to approach the stage.
