"-fatten up our fitness obsessed foe using a newly promising new formula my boys in the lab have designed. May I present..."
The large shadowy figure gestured to the far wall with some sort of clicker device, and with a low rattling buzz a projection screen, starkly illuminated compared to the rest of the room, began to lower from the ceiling; accompanied by two nerdy looking pigs dressed as stereotypical scientists who wheeled out a very large cloth covered box, and a silver cloche tray.
"...Project Gargantua!"
The room fell into a hushed silence as the one of the pigs unveiled a small cherry red vial of liquid that almost looked like it glowed, holding it above his head proudly.
"This manufactured virus really is a miracle of modern medicine," the shadowy crime lord continued, "its totally safe, in fact it keeps you at perfect health at any size, but one dose, just one little sip and a man will be DOOMED to a lifetime of wheezing and belly rumbles as they bloat up bigger n' bigger n' BIGGER, growing a little fatter everyday no matter HOW HARD dey try to diet or exercise - constantly craving the most salty, sugary an' calorifically unhealthy foods imaginable, their willpower CRUMBLES as their appetite EXPLODES!! An' any energy to to workout, train, or in this case... interfere in important underworld business, disappears as unrelenting lethargy and brain fog takes over, turning em' into blobs too lazy to do anything other than stuffin' their fat faces, heheheh! ...And let me tell you the best part, its all permanent!! Every single pound a fatso gains after they've had a little this?? It'll stick to em' till the day they die. Hahahaha!!"
There was an uncomfortable murmur between the three other bosses as they finished listening to their shadowy, and typically much more dignified, associate rave on about his organization's new drug, he seemed to be REALLY into this plan.
"Ahem.. I won't bore you with WHY my company developed this masterpiece, or how it does what it does, I'll just say black market nanomachines are incredible these days. But don't take my word for it, I've prepared for you a demonstration."
The crime lord pressed a button on the controller he held in his paw, and suddenly an image of a familiar chunky fox appeared on the projector screen, nervously crowded shoulder to shoulder against two massive hippo goons.
"Let me present Mr. Gideon Grey, an 'up-and-coming' big shot in the cutthroat world of the food industry. His business, the sickeningly wholesome Bunnyburrows' Pies Corporation, has been steadily cutting into MY market share every quarter - can't beat bunny labor, and apparently the public love him... which wouldn't be a problem except he's steadfastly refused MY offers to buy a 'slice of the pie' so it were... said I was, unethical, untrustworthy, tch."
*click*
The mafia boss pressed the controller again and another slide popped into view, this one showing the frantic fox with a look of shock on his face, tied up in the backseat of a limousine, a big jelly donut oozing with the same glowing red slime as in the vial pressed up against his lips.
"Contract negotiations have been fierce..."
*click*
Another slide, this time showing him locked in some kind of dark albeit well furnished cellar, with a huge bed and most importantly an even bigger buffet table stacked to the rafters with food placed next to it. Gideon was shackled to a ball and chain, probably so he couldn't escape, but if escaping was his plan it didn't look like he was making a huge effort of it. Gideon looked worried, like a nervous wreck, but if he was concerned about his situation it clearly wasn't enough to kill his appetite - seated on the edge of the bed, his tubby, noticeably rounder belly rested prominently on his lap as he reluctantly stuffed his chubby face with what looked like a jumbo bowl of cheesy macaroni and bread rolls.
"But as you can see I've treated him well."
*click*
The next slide depicted an even bigger, fatter Gideon, his large rump and barrel sized belly straining against his overtaxed overalls, which were tearing at the seams. The worry on his face was still there, hinted at in his eyes, but mostly it seemed to be replaced by a frantic need, a hunger, as the picture depicted a fox absolutely stuffing his tripple-chin'd face with as much food as he could possibly get his thick little paws on, greedily consuming from several different platters at once - saucy pasta, fried calamari rings, stuffed chicken breasts rapped in bacon, big overloaded sub sandwiches - holding a footlong hotdog in one hand and a hamburger almost as big as his head the other. His pink apron was covered in the evidence of his extreme gluttony.
*click* *click* *click*
A few more slides, each one showcasing Gideon's further transformation from fox, to pig, to total HOG, until the final *click* ended the slideshow, but it wasn't the end the presentation.
"Now, gentlemen, let me show you the true power of Project Gargantua." The crime lord waved his arm in the direction of the large mysterious cage, drawing out a hushed gasp from one of the other crime lords as they only now realized they could hear a muffled wheezing sound coming from it!
The porcine scientists pulled away the cloth, revealing a truly MASSIVE Gideon Grey!!! Fatter than he was tall, the fox's gut pressed so hard into each side of the plastic cube it was a wonder how they ever got him in there in the first place! Gideon was panting and sweating hard, he looked hot and distressed by his situation, but not from any sort of pain, or the embarrassment of being shown off like a prized pig, it was clear by his expression, and the room rattling rumble from his gargantuan belly, this fox was starving!!
"Careful boys. This fatass hasn't eaten in over an hour, I'd bet he'd do anythingfor a scrap of food at this point..." The crime lord gloated as his henchmen opened the door to the cage, letting a small tidal-wave of fox fat roll out like soft dough.
Amazingly, with the help of the two pigs pushing on the sides of his belly and tugging on his fat swaddled arms, Gideon was just barely able to squeeze and squirm his way out of confinement. Looking around the room in a panic, he began to slowly waddle towards the door, but had to pause for a breather just few feet in, resting his bulk on boardroom table, which creaked ominously, the small effort drenching him with sweat and forcing a loud rumbling belch out of the poor fox.
"UuUuRRRRP!!..."
The mafia boss smiled cruelly, and without hesitation slid a fancy looking document over to the panting fox.
"Nnnooo...... noOOOO!!... I-I WON'T sign..."
Gideon slowly muttered in a deep, heavy voice. The fox knew what it was, it was the same dirty offer the crime lord had tried to push on him before, before all of this... but despite all he'd been through Gideon somehow kept a spark of resistance in him, he would NEVER sign over his company, it was his life work!!
"Yes yes, not for all the riches and power I was offering, I know, but how about... for a slice of pie?"
The fox's face drained of all its color, a desperate expression overtaking him as the crime lord slid over the silver cloche and opened it, revealing a large devilish looking slice of cherry pie smothered with whip cream. Gideon winced for a second before lunging at it, but the boss was too fast and snatched it away.
"Uh uh uh, you've gotta sign first. You really shouldn't worry so much, its not like I'm going to completely remove you from the company, you're very popular, and our pachyderm focus group just LOVES your FULLER FIGURE, we're keep you on as a spokesman... or rather our well fed mascot. Heh, heh heh..."
With that, the crime lord took the fox's paw and guided it to the contract, and after a moments pause and a pathetic whine Gideon signed.
"Excellent, excellent..." The shadowy boss cheered, his voice dripping with smugness, slapping Gideon on the back. "Well done sir, you've earned yourself a pie."
Placing it in front of the fox, Gideon tore into the delicious morsel with a feral zeal, demolishing the big slice in seconds (and then licking his fingers for good measure!). "And there'll be lots LOTS more where that came from, take him away boys."
Gideon grunted with confusion as the two pigs grabbed him and escorted him from the room, sadly probably not to a gym by the way they eagerly rubbed his furry tummy.
"Heh... gentlemen, now you've seen the power of Project Gargantua, I trust you're convinced. With your cooperation we will have Chief Bogo under our thumb - imagine it, we'll be able to get that bloated bovine to do anything we please, sign any contract we want, and all it will cost is a few boxes of doughnuts!"
"Mmhmm, and what happens when he's too FAT to lift a pen?? Let alone run the ZDP..." One of the other bosses asked dryly.
The crime lord grinned widely, menacingly, his bright white teeth shining like mirrors in the dark. "And then I'll take him."
The only question left, perhaps the most difficult question, was exactly HOW were they planning to infect Bogo with the Gargantua Virus...
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