Green Finger

Casino Rahara was an extremely busy upper-class castle. Royalty traveled from all parts of the world to the Mediterranean just to gamble there. Aside from all of the glitz and glamour, there was a secret in Casino Rahara. The owner, a mysterious man known as Drake, ran an underground counterfeiting operation. To secure the world's monetary system, the British secret service sent one of their top agents to investigate.

Inside the casino, everything was busy as usual. There was nothing awry except for some extra commotion by the black jack table. Their, the man known as Drake was playing against a woman with brown eyes and shoulder length black hair. She was the British agent, Jane Bond, and her companion Hirosha.

"Hirosha, why is everyone staring at me?"

"Ms. Bond, it is not usual for women to wear tuxedos here in Europe. Oh, thank you sir."

A waiter brought over Jane and Hirosha's drinks just as Drake laid down his hand.

"Ah, I have 20. Match that Ms....?"

"Bond, Jane Bond. And it appears I have only 2 cards, an ace and a king. Oh, that makes 21! It seems that I win."

All of the spectators began to applaud. Drake turned red with anger. He looked around, disgusted in defeat, then motioned to his men.

"Very good Ms. Bond. I'm sorry , but to claim your winnings please follow me. I don't usually keep so much money on me."

"That's quite all right Mr...?

"Oh, yes, um, Drake. Clyde Drake."

Drake led Ms. Bond through the casino to his quarters upstairs. As they entered his room, the door slammed shut, metal bars closed over the windows. He turned around, furious with the woman.

"Ms. Bond, losing upsets me very much."

"The jig is up, Clyde Drake. Or should I say Green Finger? It's about time, ::BURP::, about time to give up."

"I don't think I shall be doing that," Gold Finger replied tapping his watch.

"There are agents all over this, ::BURP:: building. You have no chance of escape. ::BURP::"

"What's the matter Ms. Bond? Bad case of gas?" Green Finger asked, as if he knew of nothing that was going on.

"::BURP:: You won't get ::BURP:: away this ::BURP:: time. What's ::BURP:: happening?"

"Very simple Ms. Bond. You might say it was a special drink you had earlier. I had some boys over in Germany make it up."

"::BURP:: Make it ::BURP:: stop! ::BURP BURP::"

"Don't worry, it's only temporary. It will stop soon enough."

"::BURP:: It better because you're under arrest!" Jane shouted, relieved from no more burping, but soon startled by the gas again, "I thought you said it was temporary!"

"Yes I did, the burping is temporary. The gas, however, will continue."

Jane stopped and thought to herself, almost ready to panic from the build up of pressure. Her stomach soon became tight as the gas continued expanding. Jane began to fumble with her slacks' waistline as her belly began to swell up, tightening her tuxedo.

"We have never used this on humans before, Ms. Bond. You should consider yourself lucky."

Jane's button down white shirt was now stretching tight against her belly as her stomach inflated. The buttons were straining to hold together as her stomach slowly became bloated. Her black jacket was forced to the sides as her belly bulged outwards and her chest slightly blew up.

"Oh my! What the devil... unhhhhh..."

Jane's belt held tight, her belly forced to bloat up under her waist, pulling her slacks tight. The zipper began to show sign of immense strain, the teeth holding together for dear life.

"What's that Ms. Bond? You need some help with that?"

Green Finger walked over to Ms. Bond who was frozen in panic. He began to caress her puffy sides, then stuck his finger in the gaps between her shirt, rubbing her tummy. He reached down and undid her belt. Just as he did so, Jane's belly surged forward, tearing the button and zipper apart. Jane's stomach now stuck out a full foot in front of her, and her hips 10 inches wider on each side.

"Unhhhh, do you expect me to talk?"

"No Ms. Bond, I expect you to die."

There seemed to be no stop to Jane's ballooning. Her thighs soon began to swell, becoming wider and thicker. Jane's belly become so full of gas that her shirt was pulled up, untucked from her slacks. There was now a one foot gap between her pants and shirt, where her belly bulged and stuck out. With a "POP" the bottom button of her shirt blew off, putting even more strain in the next button.

"Oh, too much! You're a very sick man!"

"And you're a very bloated girl. Tell me, how's the pressure feel? Room for more?"

Jane stumbled around, trying to find a place to exit. As she turned around, her belly hit a vase, knocking it on the floor with a loud shatter. Her belly now stuck out 3 feet in front of her, wanting to burst.

"Help me! I'm going to explode!"

"That's the whole point, Ms. Bond. The gas fills you up until there's no more room. When there's no more room, BANG!"

The swelling began to slow as elasticity ran out. Jane's eyes were squinted shut, her teeth clenched together. She was trying to hold herself together.

"I won't go out like this...unhhhh...." Jane began to moan as a low stretching sound was heard.

"Ouch!" Green Finger shouted, grabbing his neck. Pulling his hand away, Jane saw a dart sticking out of his neck. Green Finger fell to the floor with a thump.

"Ow, what the bloody..." Jane said, feeling a pinch on her arm. Trying to look over, Jane saw a dart sticking out of her arm. Looking around Jane saw Hirosha running in.

"Hirosha, girl! Get out before I blow!"

"Oh, don't worry Jane. The scientist back at headquarters, you know P, gave me a dart with the antidote. He was one of the German's who developed the serum.

"Well thanks for giving it to me now!"

"Sorry Ms. Bond. I'm not very good under pressure. Ha ha ha ha! Sorry, bad joke. My fault. Sorry Ms. Bond."