Dealer's Choice - Psycho-Pass WG - Part 01

'The Scales of Justice' 

“Prevention is better than a cure.”

The Sibyl system was designed for this. Stopping crime before it happened was all possible due to the development of Psycho-Pass technology. In the 22nd century, the world had wholeheartedly embraced the desire to be free of crime and in the process, free from thinking for themselves. From a person’s most suited job aptitude to their potential as a latent criminal, mandatory happiness was dispensed whether the population liked it or preferred not to be staring down the barrel of a gun.

Dominators, known more colloquially as the ‘eyes’ of the Sibyl system, determined who was able to be rehabilitated and who was no longer required to exist. Latent criminals exposed to distressing events could either be paralyzed or disintegrated at the hands of an trained officer; the last human components in an otherwise completely automated system. 

“Just scan their Psycho-Pass and pull the trigger if advised. Let the system handle the rest.”

With such rigorous training, only the most emotionally balanced got to be inspectors. Akane Tsunemori was one of those lucky few. Though young and relatively inexperienced compared to her more emotionally unstable co-workers, her unwavering ability to keep her thoughts and Psycho-Pass clear in the face of even the most traumatic of outcomes made her unusually suited to such a taxing job.

It also landed her in the most dangerous undercover mission of her career. 

Someone had managed to cheat the system.

Akane had dealt with a similar case before. It was rare that an individual would ever be able to evade detection by such a rigorous system of continuous mental health assessments, but now that gift was spreading. Crime was on the rise again and the automated drones detected only to react to those with criminal intent stood idle while their victims' screams echoed into the night. 

Her rigorous investigations had lead her to discover the location of a very heavily secured internet chat room with the date and time of a meet up which boasted absolute security for all parties involved from any prying eyes. It was a direct challenge to the Ministry of Wellfare’s Bureau of Public Safety or MWBPS for short. 

Outside of the major security encryption of the chat, the meeting place and time were fairly easy for a competent inspector to crack. She had infiltrated their ranks and now stood amidst their number in a large underground hall located within the heart of the old city’s sprawling architecture.

The meeting was a who's who of Internet personalities. Wealthy playboys, viral streamers, those who hit it big in the cryptocurrency spike of 2099 and a wide variety of the city’s elite were in attendance beneath their avatar hologram disguises. 

Akane took aim with her own noodle-like appendage of her octopus character, her Dominator neatly hidden away beneath a farce of digitized code. It wasn’t the most flattering of disguises but it allowed her to scan and identify everyone in the room without being detected. None of them registered even a blip of detected latent criminality.

She knew she was in the right place.

The men and women of this room, aside from rumors surrounding the shady acquisition of their wealth, were all taking part in this event for one reason alone; human trafficking. Akane watched as the societal elite in their suits and sports jackets cheered and whooped like animals as the lights of the hallway dimmed and a parade of svelte young women were paraded out before them. Each one had already been purchased with promises of being transferred to luxurious new homes in exchanges beyond the reach of the Sibyl System. Those without a future were granted hope in the form of willing slavery to masters who promised them a life of extravagance and excess beyond what their aptitude scores would ever have allowed them otherwise; at least until they grew tired of their busty, new toys.

It was quite a sight. Akane herself had grown up in a relatively conservative household and had never once seen so much bare female skin, held in place by only the sexiest of lacy gowns. Real silk was an unusual old world luxury, forgone in favor of relatively inexpensive hologram clothing which could be changed to fit the user’s mood and bank account. Blondes, brunettes, redheads and even the more traditional inky blacks were all dressed in their finest, representing a variety of nationalities and creeds. All were in their early to mid twenties and tipped the inspector off to the fact that this was an operation which had occurred on a global scale. 

She just had to find the mastermind.

Feeling only mildly self conscious about her ‘average’ proportions by comparison, the inspector continued to scan the room. Snippets of conversation she overheard ranged from what each new ‘owner’ had in store for their new playthings to the excited gossip of girls planning their new lives amongst the bourgeoisie. The dull roar of flowing conversation quickly ran dry as a new player entered from behind the scarlet curtains on stage.

A man wearing a helmet which completely obscured his features descended the steps to a smattering of polite applause and approached the head of the table. Greatful young girls immediately swarmed their benefactor, sliding themselves underneath his embrace as he waved to those who had chosen to remain by the sides of their new masters. When he reached his seat, he politely signaled for the waiter drones to emerge from the sides of the room and distribute slices of cake to each of the girls who squealed with delight at the sign of the tasty treats.

Much to Akane’s surprise, she too was also handed one by a little drone which politely tipped its little chef’s hat before scooting back into the shadows. Caught off guard by the gesture, she reflexively bowed and inspected the little offering and its intricately iced decorative surface. 

Her admiration was cut short by the clinking of a butter-knife against an empty wine glass as the man with the mask addressed the room.

“When a person is denied the right to live the life they believe in, they have no choice but to become an outlaw.”

The room chuckled as though responding to his words as a joke. It was often used as the justification for many of the threads which they posted on. These were the first world problems only known to the wealthy who had all the time in the world to contemplate the philosophy of their world without the drudgery of a regular job to keep them occupied. Tired of traditional extravagance, they instead sought more interesting pleasures including determining the value of the human soul.

“The Sibyl system declared these fine specimens all rejects; latent criminals with unacceptable crime coefficients as a result of their less than fortunate upbringings. I have successfully rehabilitated and polished these rough diamonds into the sparkling gems you see today, destined for lives far better than the hand initially dealt to them.”

A cheer went up in the crowd of girls who raised their cakes in agreement with the statement. The man raised his glass in response as several girls dug into their cakes with gusto. Not wanting to appear rude, Akane also took a careful bite. 

“And on behalf of these young ladies, I extend my thanks to all of you who have come to accept them into your lives. It is thanks to your connections, your resources and your vision, we embark on this transition from the old towards the new. I impart these new and improved young ladies into the care of their ‘employers’ with only the fondest of hopes that you live a glorious and pampered life, spoiled in the lap of luxury like the princesses I know them to be.”

The wealthy men and women of the crowd roared their approval and raised their own wine glasses. Several of them winked at their respective purchases in a knowing way as the girls coyly sucked the icing off the tiny forks on their plates. 

So caught up in the subtle flirting were they that the girls on parade were too busy to notice the small changes happening by the minute.

Each of the trophy women began to get fatter. Slowly but surely, the pounds gradually began to make themselves more evident. Slender faces gradually grew rounder as double chins began to form. Rolls formed where trim tummies once reigned, gradually pressing out against the sashes and belts which penned them in. As the waists of their dresses flared, asses and hips began to spread out and breasts began to strain in their meager bras. Chalking it up to nerves and excitement, many continued to eat the cake they were given to completion without a care in the world. That is, until they started to grow even faster.

Where not one of the young ladies had entered weighing more than one hundred and ten pounds, putting on at least another thirty in a matter of minutes was certainly a cause for alarm. Akane watched through the scope of her dominator as their rising panic began to cloud their once clear Psycho-Passes as a direct result of their distress and perception in the eyes of society. 

Fat accumulated and clung to their once slender bodies, the paragons of healthy caloric intake enforced by Sibyl’s omnipresent advice. Ever since obesity had been factored in as a measure of a person’s Psycho-Pass, unhealthy eating habits had all but disappeared from modern society. Watching these women balloon ever outwards, tearing through their dresses with pounds of accumulated blubber was a liberating taboo not seen since the end of the last century.

While girls screamed and clung to the remains of their tattered dresses, others could only hop from foot to foot nervously as they watched their bodies billow out in all directions. Amidst all the chaos however, Akane remained calm, even as her belly emerged from the confines of her uniform and out of the projected hologram of her avatar’s dress.

Fear and panic as a first instinct were instead replaced by curiosity as the undercover inspector grabbed handfuls of her newly formed belly. She had never seen a fat woman in modern society before but had read that they used to be rife in the previous century before Sibyl and dietary controls were put into place. The sight of herself growing so much so quickly was astounding to her but she could not say that she did not entirely dislike what she could see. It especially made her breasts a lot bigger which was an upside as far as she was concerned.

“There was something in the cake,” Akane relayed into the small microphone in her bracelet. “Move into position and await my signal. I’ll clear the hostages first and then the enforcers can move in.”

As the rate of growth began to slow, the true changes were made clear to everyone in the hall. Each of the trophy girls as well as the inspector was now at least double their starting weight. Confused cries of anger, fear and frustration echoed through the concrete chamber as the man with the mask raised his palms and motioned for silence.

“Calm yourselves, my dears. This is all a part of the condition of sale. Your jobs and roles have not changed, but it was necessary to modify you just enough so that you might evade the notice of the Sibyl system as you leave to start your new lives. Please observe as I demonstrate what I mean.”

With a click of his fingers, another drone emerged from the back of the room. It was a mental health assessment bot, one kitted with the necessary equipment to do a cursory scan of a crowded street in search of any person with a clouded Psycho-Pass. It approached one of the newly fattened girls, a red head with deep green eyes who was clearly trembling with fear at the sight of her new changes.

“Your hue is sky blue. No necessary therapy treatment is required. Have a nice day.”

The little robot wheeled itself away and moved onto the next girl, leaving the redhead very confused as to what had happened. A murmur arose from the crowd as the wealthy began to comment on how such a clearly distressed young lady did not even register a change to her perceived mental state. The masked man laughed knowingly.

“You see, I’ve worked out how Sibyl can read our ‘souls’ so to speak. Back in the day, mankind used to be driven by our appetites. Lust, hunger and fear all originate from the same space in the human brain. Satisfying at last two suppresses the other which in turn confuses the cymatic scanners of these drones. Our early government predecessors knew this and had tried to control the rate of obesity in the population in order to establish the first scans which have remained a part of Sibyl’s core architecture. Rather than bore you with the science behind it all, just know that this is the reason why obesity was ‘stamped out’ in the mid 2050s and has remained a relic of the past until this very day.”

A nearby girl, still stricken with fear after recognizing herself as the largest in the room at close to two hundred and seventy pounds, was not listening. She rushed the man at the head of the table only to be tackled by the armed guards he had waiting in the wings.

“In short, getting fat very quickly can confuse the system. The cake you’ve eaten is naturally the catalyst, and will be administered to you at the whims of your new masters for whatever reason they see fit. If you think you’re fat now, I assure you that some of your masters may yet disagree.”

Akane watched as his welcoming, showman-like body language quickly turned to an aggressive and annoyed stance. He forcefully squeezed the girl’s plump cheeks and shoveled a nearby cake into her gaping mouth. The girl’s eyes practically bulged as he forced it down her throat, the fork wrenching her mouth open and threatened to break a few of her teeth if she dared to resist. 

“My new serum also makes for an effective punishment and deterrent for any rebellious actions. It can be placed into pretty much any food so you’ll never know when it could strike. I don’t recommend giving the girls a taste of the raw serum though. The effects could be...unforeseen...”

Once he was sure she had taken it all, he let go of her mouth and threw her to the ground. She had yet to even hit the floor before the expansion started again, this time with greater speed. The girl whimpered to herself as she expanded with more fat, her already enormous breasts growing even larger as they flopped out of the remains of her bra and atop her enormous belly. Thick layers of flab doubled and then tripled as the rolls took over her circumference, amassing into a neat stack beneath her flabby shoulder blades. She clasped her chunky palms together into a terrified prayer as she watched her upper arms jiggle with added softness, growing wider by the second. Her ass and hips were now slouches either as they rapidly swelled to more than double their original size, putting her closer to over five hundred pounds. The little robot returned upon noticing her body changes and gave her another scan.

“Mental parameters are all within nominal values. We detect your blood sugar may be slightly raised. We advise a low sugar diet on your next meal if possible. No further treatment action is required. Have a nice day.”

A murmur of approval went up from the prospective purchasers. Akane trained her gun on the enormous girl as she was quickly led away by security and much to her surprise, received the same result on her scan. Sibyl did not recognize her distress.

“No more health risks outside of some initially raised bloods means that even the widest girl can walk in front of a scanner without fear of being hauled away to one of those nasty rehabilitation centers. Weighty women used to be the most desirable among the rich and powerful as a sign of affluence and excess as far back as the 18th and 19th centuries but are unfortunately a lost art of the modern era. I know it’s all a bit of a shock, but I am sure you’ll come to enjoy your new bodies as much as your masters do. You will be well taken care of without the need for getting sweaty with exercise or starving yourself just because the system THINKS you’ve had enough to eat. It is through those bellies of yours we will take back what makes us free.”

The girls about the room slowly settled into their chairs while others started to grin and shrug at each other. If a society was willing to trust the judgement of a machine to ensure their safety, what more the words of a silver tongued salesman? Akane gripped her Dominator tightly as she prepared to give the signal for her team to strike.