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The title comes up 'Fury Fighters IX', the latest in a series of fighting games. Albert presses the start button and your brought to the selection screen, a small cast, presumably with unlockable characters later own the line. You both make your selections, and the fight begins.
You banter back and forth how your going to kick each others butts, while doing battle onscreen as you experiment to figure out your moves and combo attacks. You take away the first win, which fires up Albert for a rematch. You are glad to have his company, and you play into the night. In the second match, you manage to beat Albert again, and in the third. The forth he manages a win, only to be destroyed by you in the next when you switch to a different character.
Albert gets more and more into it, as do you. Eventually midnight rolls around, and you think it's time Albert gets to bed. "Ok, I think that's enough," you say, turning to Albert, then stopping.
"No, I still have to even the score," he says, hitting the selection button again. You notice that Albert looks a bit... softer then usual. Of course he has been digesting a bunch of pies and presumably bacon. Maybe it's just your paranoia and imagination. "Ok, one more game," you say.
You play him once more, and proceed to beat him. "Ok, now..." you say, as the 'player 2 wins flashes on the screen', then you see Albert swell a little more. "One more, I gotta beat you," he says, oblivious to what just happened.
"Albert, I think we should stop, I think I'm doing something to you," you say, sure of it this time.
"No, your making excuses," he says, hitting the selection button again, "Hurry up and pick someone." He is insistent, so you do so, deciding to just lose to him so you can stop... whatever is going on. As you play you just leave the controls alone, letting Albert beat up on the character. "Come on, your not even trying now," he says. Then suddenly, the controller starts to move on it's own, the buttons pressing without you touching them and the control stick flipping about, and your character makes a huge comeback, knocking Albert's around like childs play.
*Player 2 Wins*
You look to albert again, and see him swell even more. his muscles starting to get lost in a scale covered layer of flab. "Arrrgh, I'll get it this time," he says going back to selecting.
"No Albert, we need to stop, your getting fatter every time you lose!" you say, hoping to alert him to the fact.
"The only big fat loser will be you once I catch my second wind," says Albert competitively, as if the actual context of your statement only applied to the game. The controller moves by itself again, selecting another character without you. Panicking, you run to the console and try to eject the game, but it doesn't respond. You then try to pull the plug, but when you do, the game stays on, the same when you unplug the TV. You try smashing the game, but your fists bounce off it like it's made of steel.
"AHA, won!" Albert says, 'Just 50 more wins and we will be even." he says, selecting again. Fred, you need to get Fred and he can help you. You walk past the TV, and hit a wall, like a glass sheet where the light of the TV ends. You yell for Fred, but he never comes. Whatever you've started doesn't seem to want to end.
You are forced to watch as Albert plays again and again, and with each lose, he swells larger, fat piling on his frame little by little. Then finally the sun begins to rise. By now Albert's controller rests on a belly almost in line with his snout as he slouches on the couch. "Just one more game," he says. You have long since tuned out the game demands, sobbing into your hands.
Suddenly the TV turns off as the light of the sun illuminates the room. Albert stretches, yawning, "Great game," he says, then notices you, "What wrong," he says, and you point at him, and he notices that he is filling a lot more of the couch then before. "ARRRRRRRGGGHHHH!" he screams, getting up, watching his frame wobble as it settles and sags over his knees. "What!? What!?" he stammers.
You sob some more, "It just started, and it wouldn't stop, I tried unplugging everything but it just kept going, and you kept going, and..." you just break down into tears.
Albert looks upset, both because of his body and because you are upset. He hefts his belly a little, pulling up the tight shorts and pulls down on his muscle tee, trying to cover the gut he sports. "Look... I'm.... I am upset... but not at you." he says. "I told, you, your my friend, and I would always have your back. And... I'm ok... Friends don't care about things like this." he says repeating what you had told him, or at least dream Fred told him. "You are more important. And besides... I can always work out more, and fat IS just potential muscle fuel." he says, slapping his stomach and trying to put a positive spin on this.
You sniff, not sure you believe it. Albert loved his body as it was, it's hard to think he would just let go of it that easily. "Mornin.... WHOA!" says Fred as he waddles down the stairs and spots Albert, "What..."
"More hi-jinks Fred, don't make a big deal about it." he says, giving him a look that gestures to you, and Fred sees the state your in.
"Um... yeah... uh... looking great?" he says, trying to play it off. Failing badly, but trying. "Anyway, I think I should start on breakfast, and... um... right..." he says, hurrying into the kitchen, wanting to avoid any more awkwardness.
"This will be ok," Albert tries to assure you. But your not sure if you believe him any more...
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