Snake was busy on a mission, scouting out an old research facility in Kazakhstan that was a possible site for metal gear production. As he crawled through a vent, the grizzled mercenary grumbled to himself, his sneaking suit apparently a little tighter then usual.
Dropping down from the vent, Snake stood up and examined himself in the mirror, his stubbled jawline on his rough handsome face, before moving down to his body. He had been hitting the weights recently, the suit's fabric taut across his chest and arms, the skintight outfit leaving very little to the imagination underneath his holster and webbing.
"Hmmm..." he grumbled, turning to examine his backside. Shaking off the distraction, Snake continued out of the room and down the hall.
'Empty?' thought Snake, confused at the lack of guards, or scientists, or anyone for that matter. Cautiously, he opened a door to the main floor of the room, a large hanger. Large manufacturing machines and equipment lay quiet in the room. Snake placed a hand on a vent.
"Still warm... someone was here"
Then, without warning, something snagged Snake by the foot, sweeping him off his feet into the air. Dangling upside-down, Snake looked at what had ensnared him. A metal tendril, coiled around his ankle. He followed the tendril to see what looked like a glowing light looking at him from the darkness.
Scowling at the large metal monstrosity in the dark, Snake reached for his weapon, but before he could draw it, another tendril whipped out of the dark and restrained his wrist, followed by two more, ensnaring his remaining limbs, and a final one wrapping around his waist.
Snake thrashed about, trying to pull free from the strange metal gear's grasp, but to no avail. The robotic creature held strong, turning the mercenary the right way up.
Snake scowled up at the light that was the metal gear's eye, when another tendril snaked out of the darkness, but it looked different, almost like a clear plastic hose. Trying to work out what the creature was up to, Snake stared at the new tendril as it hovered in front of him like a cobra.
Then, the tendril lunged forward, straight into Snakes mouth, making him gag. He began to jerk and thrash, trying to dislodge the pipe from his throat. Then he watched in horror as a strange liquid started to flow down the pipe towards him, flowing through the nozzle in his gullet and into his stomach. Then, Snake noticed something that made his brow furrow.
'Chocolate pudding?'
The liquid indeed tasted like chocolate.
As litres of the liquid were pumped into Snake, the mercenary felt a strange sensation. His stomach was starting to distend like a water balloon, pushing out into a noticeable bump.
'Is this thing fattening me up?' thought Snake, helplessly gulping gallons of the liquid.
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