Blimp Boy

By Belly577

What if Jester's I.M.P. formular stood for Inflator of Male Protagonists?

Powerman sprinted into the alley, his powerful legs moving at tremendous speed. Ahead he could see the figure of his arch nemesis Purple Jester, moving towards the back of the bank, a strange looking ray gun in his hands. Knowing he had only moments to act Powerman hurled himself through the air, leaping over a chain link fence, into a perfect somersault and landing only feet from the super villain. But before he could strike out, Purple Jester span and levelled the strange looking weapon on the super hero. The villain jerked the trigger and a cold, blue ray lanced out striking Powerman in the chest and freezing him to the spot. Jester laughed with wicked joy.
"Oh Powerman, you didn't really think I'd concern myself with something as trivial as a bank robbery did you?"
Powerman tried to respond, but couldn't, it was as if his entire body had turned to stone. Jester laughed again.
"You really are such a dumbo Powerman. This wasn't a bank robbery, it was a trap, for you!"
With that Jester clicked his fingers and a group of his battlebots appeared, along with a large transit van. The large, mean looking robots gathered around the helpless superhero and under Jester's watchful eye loaded him into the back of the van, laying his immobilised body onto an old mattress on the floor. The van's door slammed shut and Powerman heard Jester get in.
"Everything is going according to plan my dear." He heard Jester say, the driver responded and it was a voice that was all too familiar.
"That's Wonderful darling," Purred the voice of the evil Hypnotica "I cannot wait to see what the next part of your plan involves…"

To Powerman, lying helpless on the floor of the van, the journey seemed to go on for hours. Hypnotica and Jester spoke very little, making the superhero feel even uneasier. Finally the van pulled into a warehouse that had huge sliding steel doors, which slammed shut behind them. Both of the villains got out and for a while all that Powerman could do was lie there looking up at the roof of the van trying to make out what the noises coming from outside were. Try as he might he still couldn't move, but Jester hadn't beaten him yet! The back doors of the van swung open and the mechanical arms of more of Jester's battlebots reached inside and carefully lifted Powerman out. As he had suspected, he was in a large warehouse, probably one of Jester's many secret hideaways, that was filled with all manner on strange looking machines and equipment. The battlebots carefully balanced him on his feet and Hypnotica stepped up running her hands over his black spandex costume.
"Hmmmm… What a nice body you have Powerman. I wish we could have met under less… disagreeable circumstances."
"There's no time for that my seductive siren, we must proceed with the next part of my delicious plan. I'd hate to keep Powerboy here in suspense."
As he finished Jester pulled a small atomiser from his pocket and sprayed a fine, pink mist into Powerman's frozen face. Within moments the immobilised superhero began to feel a tingling across his cheeks, spreading to his mouth, nose and eyes. He twitched his nose and coughed, the effects of the freeze ray wearing off, on his face at least.

Jester and Hypnotica simply laughed at Powerman's protests as the frozen hero fought back the panic welling up inside him. The situation was looking very bad for him indeed, at the mercy of two of Megalo City's most notorious villains. Jester whispered something to Hypnotica, and then disappeared into one of the dark corners of the warehouse with a couple of battlebots in tow. A wicked smile crept across Hypnoticas and she moved in close to the helpless hero and ran her sharp nails across his spandex clad chest.
"Hmmmmm… I wonder, is you whole body is frozen right now?" she whispered as her hand slid across his iron-like pectorals and down past his solid six-pack. Powerman let out an embarrassed cough and shot the villainess an icy stare. Hypnotica flashed an evilly flirtatious smile back at him before looking down with a hungry look of delight.
"I guess that you really are frozen frigid," she laughed "or maybe you think that a goody-goody superhero like you is too good for a bad girl like me? Rest assured, I'll get what I want from you one way or another."
Powerman met her gaze with ease. He'd fought this criminal many times before and justice had always prevailed, this time would be no different. She smiled back at him, her lips curved into a wicked grin, before she turned towards the approaching Jester and his new machine.
"Oh my dear, I do hope you've not been teasing our frozen freedom fighter here. You really are such a incessant flirt!" Jester smirked as the battlebots rolled a large grey cylinder, covered in bright dials and knobs over to the immobilised Powerman. The machine had strange looking pistons and bellows on it, as if it was some kind of steam-powered contraption, but it's hi tech displays told a different story. As Purple Jester began making some adjustments with the controls and unravelling a long piece of hosing from a reel on the machines side, one of the battlebots attacked a large, green steel drum to the top. The drum clunked into place and with a hiss one of the pistols started to slowly pump up and down with an "unka chunka, unka chunka" noise. Jester jabbed a few buttons and then stepped in close, his face only inches from Powerman's.
"Okay my boy, we're going to have some fun now. I've got some BIG plans for you and this is where they start to take shape, in a manner of speaking. I'll be concentrating hard so I'd appreciate it if you'd keep quiet until I've finished."
Defiantly Powerman opened his mouth and began to tell Jester that he should give up now, but in a swift motion the villains hands flashed up and began to shove the end of the hose between his protesting lips. The superhero's eyes opened wide with shock and he tried to resist what was happening, but Jesters hands firmly pushed the mouthpiece further in until he was satisfied and strapped the hose in place. Ignoring Powerman's muffled protests he produced a tiny earphone receiver and stretched the hero's spandex mask so that he could pop it inside his right ear. When he was done Jester stepped back and signalled to two of his battlebots, which rolled forward and secured a harness around the helpless hero's chest and under his arms, hooking it to the steel cable of an electric hoist. The supervillain pulled a small radio control from his belt and jabbed a button on it. Powerless to stop what was going on Powerman was slowly raised into the air and began to move backwards, his muffled cries falling on deaf ears. Glancing down he could see he was being positioned over a large tank of ominous looking green liquid. Jester jabbed another button and slowly Powerman was lowered into the tank, the long hose trailing from the mysterious machine.
"Time for a bath Powerman!" giggled Hypnotica as the hero was slowly submerged. The strange liquid was warm, like a swimming pool and not what Powerman had expected. After a few moments he began to feel his skin start to tingle and the warmth began to seep into his immobilised body. The harness around his chest released and he was left floating in the tank, neither rising nor falling in the thick, green liquid. He also became aware that the hose in his mouth was giving him oxygen allowing him to breath comfortably. He heard the hiss of static in his ear and then Jester's voice crackled into life.
"That's it Powerman… Breathe in through your mouth and out through your nose. It's like using an aqualung and since you managed to destroyed my underwater lair I know that you can use one of those."
The superhero remained motionless in the tank; the only sign of life that could be seen through the murky water was the occasional stream of bubbles rising from his nose. Jester returned to the machine and began checking dials and controls before he began pulling levers and pressing buttons. Hypnotica moved closer to the tank and tried peering through the green murk at the motionless figure of Powerman. Out of the corner of his eye he could see her talking with Jester and making excited hand gestures, but other than the occasional crackle of static in the earpiece and the whoosh of bubbles as he exhaled there was silence.
He floated motionless in the tank for what seemed like only a few minutes, the tingling sensation slowly ebbing away. Without warning something cold surged into his mouth, making him gag. He instinctively swallowed, his mouth filling with more of the creamy substance, stopping the flow of oxygen. He couldn't breath! He started to panic, and gulped down more of the rich, chocolaty goo, and then again, and again! The oxygen began to flow again and he sucked in a lungful of the precious gas, the taste of cocolate and caramel still in his mouth.
"Well done Powerman. You're learning how we play this game very quickly. That's good because we're going to play it for a while. I call it the 'eat or suffocate game' and I think you're gonna enjoy it." Smirked Jester's voice in the earpiece, "here's how it works: every minute I pump some of this lovely creamy pudding that I've filled my new machine with down this hose into you. You have to gulp it all down so that you can breathe, otherwise… erm… you die!"
He could see Hypnotica by the glass tank clapping her hands excitedly, when more of the creamy pudding pumped into his mouth, but this time there was more! His cheeks ballooned and he strained to gulp down more and more as the machine kept pumping. At last he finished and sucked in as much oxygen as he thought his lungs could take, blasting it out his nose and then inhaling deeply again. He'd barely got his breath back when more of the gooey chocolate pudding was pumped into him, but this time he had expected it and immediately began swallowing. Powerman kept gulping down the rich and decidedly tasty cream, gradually to building up a rhythm of breathing and eating. He wasn't going to let Jester beat him this easily! He closed his eyes to concentrate:

BREATHE BREATHE BREATHE BREATHE

GULP GULP GULP GULP

BREATHE BREATHE BREATHE BREATHE

The food kept pumping and pumping, leaving Powerman to steadily swallow it down unable to resist. He floated there motionless, breathing and eating, concentrating on keeping his airway clear to keep the precious oxygen flowing.

Powerman's battle to breathe continued for what seemed like hours. With his eyes tightly shut he concentrated on eating and gasping for air his sole purpose to avoid this horrible death that Purple Jester had engineered for him. Just as he thought he found the right rhythm, a bigger portion of the pudding would fill his mouth, constantly keeping him on the edge of suffocation.
Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his right ass cheeky. He gagged on the food, trying to regain his rhythm, gasping with shock as the oxygen flowed again. It was a syringe! Something was being injected into his ass! The next surge of pudding almost caught him out, but he swallowed it down along with his panic. Jester swam into view to view over his right shoulder wearing a purple wetsuit. He gave Powerman a thumps up signal as Hypnotica, in a similarly colourful outfit, joined him. For a few moments they looked the helpless hero up and down before swimming in close and gently moving his static arms behind his back. Powerman could feel them securing his hands behind his back, before securing his feet together at the ankles. A thick collar was added along with a shoulder harness, all firmly strapped in place. With the hero securely trussed up, Jester and Hypnotica left the tank, leaving him to fight for air on the end of the hose.
Alone in the tank Powerman lost track of time. Outside all he could see were the stationary silhouettes of the battlebots and the flashing lights of the machine. He felt giddy and sick as he floated in the strange green liquid, gulping down more and more of the goo. He began to regain some movement in his body, but it was weak and sluggish, not enough to help him escape, yet. Then, without warning he was slowly hoisted up and out of the tank by the same crane that had dunked him into it, leaving him hanging three foot above the ground like a prize fish waiting to be photographed. Straining against the collar, Powerman looked down to see what was happening below him, catching glimpses of Hypnotica and Jester slowly circling him. Satisfied with what they saw they had two battlebots load him onto a trolley and roll him to a prison cell, ensuring that the hose was removed and replaced by a gag.

Powerman lay on his back, drifting in and out of sleep. The battlebots had unceremoniously dumped him on a solid bed in the centre of the room and strapped him to it. He'd been too drowsy to try and break the restraints, besides he had still felt weak and disorientated. Jester arrived and injected him again before positioning the sleepy superhero beneath an intense blue light, and leaving him there to soak up the rays. Powerman lay there in silence; the only noises were his heartbeat, and the gurgling of his belly. It was bloated and uncomfortable since his force feeding, pushing out slightly against his spandex costume.
The next time he awoke both Hypnotica and Jester were staring down at him, the blue light switched off. They were talking as if he wasn't there, and their voices were distant and hard to make out. He tried hard to concentrate and heard Jester mention something about 'stage one', and Hypnotica laughed and clapped excitedly. She glanced down at him with an evil glint in her eye. Powerman tried desperately to snap the bindings, the gag muffling his drowsy rage. Hypnotica and Jester laughed, and he felt another injection in his sensitive ass and passed out.

Jester ordered the battlebots to take the sleeping Powerman to his laboratory and strapped him with arms and legs spread wide on a table. Even with his spandex costume on Jester could see the effect his serum and the Mega Bulk had had on the super fit superheroes' body, but he wanted a closer look. Much to Hypnoticas' delight he let her cut off Powermans' black, spandex costume, including his mask leaving the unconscious superheroes body naked on the table. Jester guessed the young man to be in his mid twenties and obviously in the peak of physical shape, or almost at least. Where Powermans' lean body had once rippled with muscle, there was now a definite layer of fat, making his muscles look slightly bigger and more rounded. A very slight paunch, much to Jester's delight, had replaced the hero's' six-pack stomach. Hypnotica ran her hands over Powerman's body, clearly aroused at what she saw.
"My dear Hypnotica, don't get too attached to this dumb hero's body. It won't look like this for much longer." He smiled
"That's vot's turning me on." Purred the villainess.

Powerman felt a cool breeze on his back as he awoke and almost instantly began trying to free himself from his restraints. He felt almost back to full strength and his head was clear, but even his superhuman strength couldn't break free. He stopped and assessed his surroundings. He was on his knees and strapped into what looked like a hi-tech version of a set of medieval stocks. He was cold and as far as he could tell naked, in a white featureless room with one large door in front of him. Straining back to look over his shoulder he could see two battlebots standing motionless behind him. He tried to force his way out of the stocks again, but they were too strong for him. Jester certainly wasn't taking any chances with him this time, but he'd make a mistake, he always did.
The door hissed open and Jester walked in, followed by two battlebots pushing something that looked liked some weird kind of big gun. Ignoring his captive Jester manoeuvred the strange device into position, its barrel only inches from Powerman's face.
"I don't know what your sick plan is Jester, but it won't work, whatever it is!" Shouted PM defiantly, setting the villain with an icy gaze.
"Oh my plan will work young man. I've been researching all of this for too long to have it fail. This dastardly scheme is one of my best and will have the whole super villain community praising me! Now be a good boy and open wide!"
Jester jabbed a button on the 'gun' and a force beam shot out, bathing Powerman's face in a green glow. Gradually and against his will the trapped superhero felt his mouth begin to slowly open. He tried to resist but had no control over the muscles in his jaw, glancing about helplessly as it opened to accept the nozzle of the barrel that was slowly pushed in place. Contentedly Jester patted the top of his head and squatted down next to him, wringing his hands excitedly.
"I call this device the 'Pump n' Stuff', it's really fun! Remember the game we played a few days ago when you had to keep eating or die? This one's similar although it's got a nice twist. I won't tell you the surprise, but remember that all you have to do is just keep eating. Well, you actually won't have a choice." Giggled Jester, ignoring Powerman's muffled protests as he stood up and activated the machine.
"Bon Appetite!" He laughed as he jabbed the activate button. Immediately the machine began to pump a thick substance like porridge down Powerman's throat. He tried to fight it at first but the machine was relentless, pumping more and more of the thick pulp into him. All he could do was keep swallowing, fighting for breath when he got a chance. Jester kneeled beside him, taking pleasure in his obvious discomfort as he watched the superhero gulp down more and more of his special recipe. Occasionally the super villain would offer soothing words of advice to the young man as he continued to struggle with the flow of food surging down his neck. Finally the machine stopped and Jester withdrew the nozzle, just as Powerman let out a long resounding burp. He sagged in the stocks, exhausted by what had just happened, only to feel the needle of another syringe in his rump. Instinctively he kicked out, knocking Jester across the floor and into a wall. He had only moments to act. With all him might he strained at the stocks, pushing all of his bulging muscles to the limit. But it was no use. Jester gathered himself up and limped over to his captive.
"That wasn't very smart," he said with an evil, sardonic cackle, "Battlebots, roll this… animal, to the steaming room and secure him in place…"

By the time Jester had recovered from the unexpected attack, Powerman had been successfully restrained by the battlebots. It had taken three of the powerful machines to do this, but they had eventually secured him inside a large, white, rounded cube, with only his head visible out the top. Smugly Jester walked around the cube, running his hands over the sleek white exterior as he spoke to his captive.
"You'll learn not to attack me Powerman. I'm not here to harm you; I'm here to release your potential. When I'm finished with you, it'll become clear that this is all for the best."
"You don't fool me Jester!" Spat PM, "I know exactly what you are and I always will! You're an evil, greedy madman, and I'll never see you any differently!"
"You think I'm greedy well I… No. There'll be time for that later. Until then, try to relax. You might find what I've got planned for you hear rather pleasant."
Jester left the room, beckoning the battlebots to follow him.

The steaming room lived up to its name, with its sauna-like atmosphere and a thick mist covering the ceiling. Powerman struggled against the restraints of the cube to no avail, and eventually gave up, the choking heat having sapped his energy. By the time the battlebots returned to transfer him back to his cell, the superhero's skin had turned pink and he was panting like a dog. Then there were more injections, the intense blue light and eventually sleep.

Powerman lost track of time. All he seemed to do was either eat or sleep, with a steady course of mysterious injections. At first Jester and Hypnotica would hook him up to one of the villains machines to force the protesting superhero full of food, but as the days went by he found himself less objectionable to being fed. The constant gorging began to have its inevitable effect on the healthy Powerman, as his once flat stomach began to swell and his muscles began to lose definition beneath a chubby layer of fat. Not that he had much time to consider what was happening to himself, other than the fact that no matter how much he ate, he was still hungry. Much to the annoyance of Hypnotica, Purple Jester made sure that the young hero was clothed in suitable apparel for his strange incarceration, namely a pair of spandex tights that expanded with his growing waistline. He even began to leave tasty snacks in Powerman's cell in case he got hungry between feeding sessions, which of course he did, giving the superhero even less time to plan his escape. Sometimes Powerman would wake early, eagerly waiting for his feeding session because of the hunger pains in his round belly. He would wince whenever he saw his reflection at the chunky, round young man looking back, but it never affected his appetite. Soon, the hero once known as 'the fittest man in the world' had become a plump, chubby prisoner.

Powerman gave little resistance as the battlebots strapped him onto the table, with Jester and Hypnotica looking on eagerly. The villain jabbed a button on his remote control and the chubby hero was slowly elevated to an angle of forty-five degrees, bringing his face level with his captors.
"Feeling hungry today young man?" smirked Jester as he wrung his hands together excitedly. Powerman snapped back a defiant response, only for his belly to rumble hungrily.
"Awwww. Poor little tummy," chided Hypnotica in a baby voice as she patted Powerman's healthy paunch "don't worry, we've got lot's and lot's of yummy food to fill you with."
Jester gently guided a feeding tube into the chubby superhero's unresisting mouth and activated his remote. At once a stream of thick creamy chocolate pudding began to pump down Powerman's throat, and the hungry hero began to greedily slurp it down. He could feel Jester and Hypnotica examining his plump body, pinching and squeezing him as they did so, as if he were a prize heifer at market. He ignored them, even as he felt them pull down his snug tights to expose his steadily growing man gut, choosing to concentrate on the lovely chocolate pudding he was being fed. He really needed to gulp this stuff down as quickly as he could to satisfy the cravings of his empty stomach. Jester was checking out his meaty upper arms now, seemingly pleased by what he saw as kneaded the hero's chubby flesh. Suddenly the feed tube was pulled out of his shocked mouth and Powerman opened his eyes, wondering what had happened to his food.
"You're coming along nicely young man," leered Jester as the battlebots began releasing the hefty hero from his bonds, "but I want to check what kind of physical shape your in, so Hypnotica is going to help you with a few exercises."
"Forget it Jester! I won't do it!" snapped Powerman as his eyes searched for the food tube, his stomach growling in protest at the sudden lack of nourishment.
"Really? Well I guess if you won't do as I ask, I'll have to send you to your room with no lunch!" retorted Jester, clearly knowing how hungry his chubby captive was. Powerman tried desperately not to give to Jester's command, but he could feel himself getting hungrier by the minute. The battlebots helped him to his feet where he stood naked, a cold sweat beginning to appear on his forehead at the sudden withdrawal from food. Around him the battlebots began to clear away the table and pieces of machinery, replacing them with various items of gym equipment. Powerman watched them anxiously, his stomach gurgling for attention. Just when he thought he could beat it, and get past his need to eat more, a couple of the battlebots trundled in with a large table filled with all manner of cakes and delicious desserts.
"Okay! Whatever! I'll do your stupid exercises, but I'll need a snack first. I'll just have those cream horns and…"
"Not today, Powerman! You're going to have to start earning your food from now on, and today it starts with you doing a few minutes of aerobics with Hypnotica. Surely 'the worlds fittest man' can spare a few minutes to do a few easy exercises eh?" said Jester guiding the plump hero away from the table. Powerman wanted to resist but he couldn't, he really needed to eat and doing a few exercises seemed a small price to pay. Reluctantly he agreed and Jester clicked his fingers calling for Hypnotica. Moments later she arrived wearing some exercise shorts and a tight crop top, in her hands she held some more garments.
"This is going to be sooooo much fun PM! I can't wait to get you dressed for our little workout" she smirked holding up a pink leotard and matching tights. Powerman refused to wear them, but Jester insisted, threatening to take the food away. Minutes later the chunky hero had been squeezed into his outfit complete with leg warmers and matching sweatbands. Hypnotica revelled in his embarrassment, telling the humiliated young man how nice he looked, as he squirmed with a mixture of self-consciousness and hunger. Powerman tried to hurry through all the exercise routines as quickly as he could, the table of delicious cakes and his empty belly spurring him on, but he was getting quite exhausted. He did some simple aerobics and a few weights, the latter really causing him to break out in a sweat. After only a few reps his arms were really starting to get sore, but Hypnotica encouraged him to keep going as Jester made notes. By the end Powerman was exhausted, his arms felt like lead and he was sweating profusely, having spent only about ten minutes actually exercising. Jester seemed pleased and helped the gasping hero over to the table.
"Well done young man you've earned this," he said cramming a large cream cake into Powermans labouring mouth. Even though he was struggling for breath, the plump hero gulped it down feeling almost orgasmic pleasure from eating.

From then on PM's appetite went into overdrive and he spent most of his waking hours eating. Jester moved him from the barren cell that he'd been kept in to a big plush room with relaxing chairs, a wide screen TV, his own fully stocked fridge, a wardrobe full of spandex outfits, a view of the Megalo City and a constantly delivery of tasty snacks and very fattening foods. Gone were the force-feeding machines instead the battlebots would bring him whatever he craved, from pizza and burgers to ice cream and chocolate. Powerman surrendered to his hunger and indulged in whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it, which was almost all the time. Jester and Hypnotica continued to monitor his progress as he moved from being a heavily plump young man into a fully-fledged obese one. The young hero ignored them, concentrating on his steadily increasing appetite with inevitable results. His full paunch became bigger and rounder pushing out further and further, gaining inches everyday. But he ignored his burgeoning body, the pleasure he got from eating was all he cared about. Interruptions to his steady gorging by Jester or Hypnotica just made him grumpy, but he'd do what they asked as long as they left him to eat. He'd do the aerobics, but got tired quicker and quicker, much to the villainous pair's delight. More injections and potions followed, but nothing came between PM and his food.
As the weeks went by the roundness of his belly began to spread to his arms and legs. His narrow hips began to widen to accommodate the spread of his distending stomach and his once muscular legs became shorter and chunkier, emphasising his awkward waddle. Even the realisation that he was getting shorter didn't concern him too much. He didn't need to be tall to eat. But Powerman's steadily swelling body wasn't a mass of unhealthy flab as logically an overeater should be, but firm and round, like a water balloon. Hypnotica loved what was happening to him, often examining his bloated body as he ate, occasionally revelling at the power she had over him as she hand fed him cakes.
"Oh honey, you know these cakes I'm feeding you are making you fatter and fatter?" She'd say as she manoeuvred a large cream bun into the hero's willing, cream-smeared mouth. He'd nod in acknowledgement as he swallowed it down, hungrily eyeing up the next cake in her hand.
"So you actually want to get fatter?" She giggled guiding the next one between the young man's wide lips, helping it firmly inside. He shook his head, already yearning for the next creamy dessert.
"Oh but if you don't want to get fat I'd better stop feeding you." Sighed Hypnotica, pulling the next cake away from the rotund hero's mouth. Shocked, Powerman looked up at her pleadingly.
"But I'm hungry Hypnotica! I need to eat!" He gasped, nervously eyeing the cake that might get away.
"Okay. So tell me hat you want to get fatter and I'll keep feeding you these delicious pastries. " She smiled waggling the cake just out of Powerman's reach.
"I want to get fatter! Please!"
Hypnotica gently pushed the cake into the relieved young man's mouth and he moaned with pleasure between each mouthful he swallowed. The villainess continued to feed him until the box of twenty expensive pastries was empty, with a smug feeling of superiority.

Shortly after Powerman's waistline exceeded 80 inches his daily feeding sessions began to be interrupted by visits from a number of scientists and surgeons who ran their own series of tests on him. He recognised some of them from wanted posters, as known mad scientists and freaky doctors, responsible for much of the crime and destruction wrought on Megalo City. They probed him and measured him, took blood samples, checked how stretchy his skin was and gave him even more strange substances to drink. He could tell that some of them were enjoying the spectacle of a crime fighter responsible for thwarting their plans, now a near immobile human eating machine. But what they thought didn't matter to Powerman and if they weren't getting in the way of his limitless appetite he couldn't care less about what they were doing to him. Jester would huddle in the corner with them, gesticulating towards him and talking quietly about some plans he had and one final test before proceeding. That went on for days, until the rotund young man exceeded 90 inches. That's when Powerman's eavesdropping was quickly interrupted by a few buckets of fried chicken that a battlebot plonked down in front of him, so he didn't see the scientist turn and smile at him wickedly.

He awoke in the middle of the night and felt a craving for a late snack. He felt like something to keep him full until breakfast so probably pancakes, syrup, ice cream, donuts, chocolate, bacon, fried eggs, hash browns, sausage and ham would fill the gap. But instead no battlebot came when he called the kitchen. Grumpily he struggled out of bed and checked his fridge. It was empty! Powerman felt panic rising in him. He'd not eaten since 11pm when he'd snacked on some candy bars and a few bags of potato chips. Almost reflexively his burgeoning belly rumbled as the hunger pains began. He squeezed himself into a pair of tights and waddled off to find the kitchen, calling out that he was hungry to anyone who could hear him. By the time he arrived he was gasping for breath, the feeling of panic still rising in him. The normally overstocked kitchen was empty, the shelves bare! He eased himself onto a stool and to get his breath back and try and remain calm. He'd have to find Jester or Hypnotica and tell them of the situation. Frantically and as quickly as his enormous body would let him he searched Jester's base for villainous twosome, calling out for them. His stomach was gurgling loudly, demanding to be fed so he pushed on urgently. He collapsed onto a purple, padded leather sofa in his room feeling more scared that he might not be able to eat something than he'd ever felt about anything in his life. From the window he noticed a building next door to Jester's base with a large flashing neon sign. 'Ma Baker's Donut Factory' it said as if the answer to his predicament. He checked the time; 3:22 am. The factory would be closed now. He sighed nervously, running his hands over his growling belly. He REALLY needed to eat; maybe he could speak to one of the factories security guards and ask for a few boxes of donuts? He waddled to the window, out of breath from getting up. But what if he went all the way down there without success, in his condition it seemed like marathon just to walk a flight of stairs, and he was on the 8th floor. His stomach gurgled again, emphasizing that he needed to eat. He thought for a moment. Surely a big factory like that wouldn't miss a few boxes of cakes? He shook his head quickly, ashamed at even contemplating the idea of stealing. But he'd saved the city at least10 times over in the past; surely they owed him a thank you. His belly rumbled in agreement. Yes, they owed him these cakes for all the years he'd kept the city safe from crime, and right now he needed them. He could sneak into the factory, steal a few and be gone in an instant. Licking his lips expectantly he waddled over to the wardrobe and pulled out the darkest bodysuit he could find. He squeezed his body into the dark purple body stocking and pulled on a dark grey beret before waddling to the elevator.

Outside it was dark and quiet, the distant sounds of a police car echoing down the street. Powerman moved as quietly as he could, waddling down a side alley to the factory and making his way towards a fire escape. He was puffing and panting through exhaustion and took a few moments to steady himself before checking the door. It was open! Cautiously he moved inside, easing his body through a doorway barely wide enough to accommodate him. Tip toeing like a pregnant hippo; he made his way through the darkened factory, eagerly licking his lips in anticipation of the feast the city owed him. He waddled through offices and empty storerooms until he struck gold, a large refrigerated room piled high with boxes of fresh donuts. Powerman squealed delightedly and waddled inside ripping open a box and suffing handfuls of the cakes into his ravenous mouth. Each mouthful was heaven and he sighed with delight as he ate donut after donut, filling the gaping void in his empty stomach.
"Just one more box," he kept saying to himself as he ate, the pile of empty cartons piling up in the doorway. So engrossed was he in working his way through as many donuts as the time would allow him the rotund former crime fighter didn't hear the distant voices slowly getting closer. It wasn't until a couple of torches shone in his stuffed face that he realised he'd been found.
"Hey pal! What do you think your doing eh?" said the tall silhouette on the left.
"Oh jeeze Jerry. Look at the size of that guy! He looks like he swallowed the Hindenburg!" Gasped the figure on the right.
Powerman put up his right hand to shield his eyes from the glaring light as his left continue to feed him donuts. Slowly the figures advanced, the flashlights illuminating the rotund young man in their glare. Sensing he didn't have much time Powerman grabbed a handful of the delicious cakes and crammed them in to his already full mouth, nervously eyeing the advancing guards.
"Alright fatso! Don't move! We're calling the cops." Ordered Jerry As he stepped forward to grab the donuts from Powerman. Instinctively the former hero snatched his hands away, using his distended belly to shove the security guard back as he continued to gorge himself. Jerry staggered, surprised by the fat intruders attack as he cursed under his breath. The other guard stepped in only for Powerman to fend him off with his enormous gut, trying desperately to keep them at bay as he shoved more donuts into his already full mouth.
So engrossed was he in working his way through as many donuts as the time would allow him the rotund former crime fighter didn't hear the distant voices slowly getting closer. It wasn't until a couple of torches shone in his stuffed face that he realised he'd been found.
"Hey pal! What do you think your doing eh?" said the tall silhouette on the left.
"Oh jeeze Jerry. Look at the size of that guy! He looks like he swallowed a Planet!" Gasped the figure on the right.
Powerman put up his right hand to shield his eyes from the glaring light as his left continue to feed him donuts. Slowly the figures advanced, the flashlights illuminating the rotund young man in their glare. Sensing he didn't have much time Powerman grabbed a handful of the delicious cakes and crammed them in to his already full mouth, nervously eyeing the advancing guards.
"Alright fatso! Don't move! We're calling the cops." Ordered Jerry As he stepped forward to grab the donuts from Powerman. Instinctively the former hero snatched his hands away, using his distended belly to shove the security guard back as he continued to gorge himself. Jerry staggered, surprised by the fat intruders attack as he cursed under his breath. The other guard stepped in only for Powerman to fend him off with his enormous gut, trying desperately to keep them at bay as he shoved more donuts into his already full mouth. This time both guards moved in, easily overpowering the protesting man who struggled helplessly.
"Let me go! Let me go! I'm Powerman!" cried the bloated young man as the two guards secured him with an arm lock.
"Do you really expect us to believe that a short, fat dude like you is Powerman?" laughed Jerry "For a start your costume isn't even the right colour. Heck, you look more like a overripe plum than a superhero!"
He prodded Powerman's enormous belly with his flashlight to emphasize his point. The fat former superhero struggled in their grasp, suddenly very aware and ashamed at what he'd let Jester and Hypnotica do to him. He was a short, very fat man now, so obsessed with eating that he'd even become a criminal rather than go hungry for a few hours. As the guards manhandled towards the exit of the cold room he began to get a strange feeling in his stomach.
"Hey! Jerry! Can you hear that?" The guard said glancing around the room.
"Yeah. Sounds like… A hissing noise... Like an air valve, but where's it coming from?"
The two guards glanced around the room, trying to find the source of the noise, until they both looked at each other and then down at the rotund man between them. Jerry bent down resting his ear against their fat captives distended belly, his eyes widening in shock.
"It's coming from him!" He gasped jumping back "It sounds like he's filling with gas or something!"
The guard and Powerman both glanced down to see his huge orb of a belly begin to slowly expand, as if it were a balloon being inflated. With a cry of surprise the guard jumped back, unsure of what was happening. The increasingly rotund young man looked down at his ballooning belly in shock, panic welling up inside him. The hissing was getting louder as his already enormous belly expanded bigger and rounder into a gargantuan one.
"Help! Help!" He pleaded "I'm gonna pop! Somebody do something! Heeelp!"
Both guards looked on shocked at the little man struggling with his improbably bloated stomach. Like a man prodding a sleeping lion, Jerry pushed his torch against the almost spherical belly making it squeak like a balloon. Powerman flapped his arms helplessly and tried to stay upright on his plump little legs, his inflating stomach arching his back. Almost as quickly as it started though, his body stopped expanding, leaving him teetering behind his enormous, spherical belly.
Cautiously the two guards approached him, staring at his impossibly distended body and glancing at one another, not knowing what to do next.
"Jeeze dude. What happened to you man? You started inflating like a blimp!"
Powerman tried to answer, but found himself short of breath. He gulped and gasped, trying to explain that he was as shocked as they were at what had happened to him, but unexpectedly he belched.
"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPP!"
He couldn't stop he just kept burping in one long resounding belch. From his wide shocked mouth streamed green gas, steadily filling the room and blocking everyone's vision. Powerman tried to stop but he couldn't, the burp just kept coming and coming. All he could do was glance around in shock, and watch as his blimp of a belly began to slowly deflate. Finally his belch ended and he gasped for air trying to fan the green gas away from his face. Quickly the room cleared and he saw the two guards standing motionless, as if made of stone. He stepped closer, rising up on his toes to look at them, puzzled by what was happening. Both guard's eyes were alert and awake, darting here and there in frenzied panic. The only explanation had to be freeze gas, but that seemed crazy. Did he just belch out a room full of freeze gas and if so, why wasn't he frozen too? But this was no time to be standing around waiting for more guards to turn up, he had to get out of there and fast! Grabbing a few boxes of donuts Powerman headed for the door, squeezing past the two immobilised guards. He'd only managed a few waddling steps when he heard the hissing noise again and looked down to see his belly beginning to swell again. Bigger and faster it grew surging forward as his orb-like belly inflated like a balloon. The rotund little man dropped his precious donut boxes and tried desperately to force his belly back down, his efforts futile. Finally his massive gut stopped swelling, standing out proud like a four feet wide balloon had been forced down the front of his purple, spandex body stocking. He teetered on his feet, trying to catch his breath as he heard people approaching.
"Well what have we here?" Mocked Jester as he, Hypnotica and a number of scientists entered the storeroom.
"Looks like a blimp to me!" Laughed Hypnotica as she ran an admiring hand over Powerman's rotund belly. He glanced about, helplessly from behind his belly as Jester's entourage gathered around his distended body, all making notes or examining him carefully. Jester slowly walked around him shaking his head in disappointment.
"No, no, no." He muttered to himself as he circled the confused and bloated young man. "I said that I wanted him to blow up like a balloon. I meant his whole body, not just his belly. Powerman should be a complete blimp!" The irate super villain snatched a marker pen from one of the scientist's pockets and began to draw on the huge purple ball that was Powerman's belly. The rotund young man could only stand helpless as Jester used his hugely distended body to show the scientists what he wanted to do to the former hero. The men in white lab coats all gathered round to see what Jester was drawing whilst Hypnotica leaned down to whisper in his ear.
"Ooh! Look at you now! You really are a blimp! I didn't believe what Jester was saying was possible, but I guess he was right!" Powerman tried to respond, but he was too out of breath, panic at his predicament evident on his face. Hypnotica told him to relax.
"Oh you poor darling. Just try taking little breaths. That's it! Huff and puff. Good!" She exclaimed as the bloated young man hastily did as she told him, relaxing as he began to get his breath back. After some considered debate Jester and the scientists came to an agreement over the super villains sketch for the preferred shape of his former nemesis. Jester gloated over the helpless former hero for a few moments longer, proudly examining his orb-like belly with his gloved hands. He then produced a small remote control device and gleefully glanced around the room.
"Cover your ears everyone, it's time for me to deflate this blimp-boy!" He snickered and pressed a button with his thumb.
"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPP!"
Involuntarily Powerman began another long resounding belch that echoed through the donut factory. Everyone had their fingers in their ears this time and much to his relief the fat little man began to slowly deflate. This time no gas blasted out of his mouth just air, much to the amusement of Hypnotica, who clapped excitedly and prodded his belly, as it grew gradually smaller. The belch finally subsided and a couple of the scientists clicked stopwatches off and made a few notes. As Powerman to a few deep breaths Hypnotica leaned in and firmly forced a slice of pizza into his mouth. Automatically he began to eat and the villainess retrieved another slice from a bag at her, ensuring that it quickly followed the first. With Hypnotica feeding Powerman every step of the way, the small curious group made their way back to Jester's base, leaving the two security guards motionless in the cold store room.

The next few weeks became a blur to the former superhero, starting virtually as soon as they returned to Jester's base. With Hypnotica still feeding him the scientists stripped the fat little man naked and began a series of injections, measurements and preparations for surgery. Powerman looked on indifferently, more interested in the savoury snacks that he was being fed than whatever was being planned for him. As he awoke from the anaesthetic a cake was pushed into his mouth and he began eating immediately and did so until he slept again. He was weighed, measured, inflated, deflated, probed, prodded, lubricated, washed, force-fed, hand-fed, purged, irrigated and subjected to all manner of humiliations as the days became weeks, all part of Purple Jester's wicked scheme. But Powerman was beyond humiliation now; he had resigned himself to being what he was becoming; a greedy little fat man, almost as wide as he was tall. His days of being a superhero were long behind him now, as the 'test' that Jester had subjected him to at the donut factory had proven. He'd become a criminal in order to keep himself fat and contented, a condition he was rapidly beginning to enjoy, or even consider to be his normal state.
The steady work of Jester, Hypnotica and the scientists became more and more evident as the days went by. His shape slowly grew from a fat man with a huge belly to that of an egg, with a head arms and legs sprouting from it. They gave up trying to dress him by this stage as what would fit one day would be too tight by the next, so instead Powerman waddled around naked, his now hairless body firm and plump, much to the evident delight of Hypnotica. New furniture had to be built to accommodate the little egg -shaped man, from operating tables to beds. Jester had special inflatable furniture made to form itself to Powerman's new shape and brought large foam filled beanbags for him to lie in. Towards the end of the procedure Jester had some supervillain outfitters come in and measure Powerman up for a new costume.
"Makes sure he's got room to grow into it" Jester told them winking at the former superhero once known as Powerman. The round young man just kept eating, indifferent to the tailors' remarks that he'd need a bigger tape measure.

"Welcome fellow super villains!" Beamed Purple Jester as he stood in his bases' sports hall, surrounded by a dozen of the cities most hardened criminals. "As you all know I've brought you her to unveil my latest triumph and an invention that will change the face of crime in Megalo City forever!" There were a few murmurs of approval from the crowd, but Jester carried on regardless.
"The biggest threat we villains face is that of the ever-so-annoying superheroes. Those annoying pretty -boys in tights who stand for liberty, justice and a decent way of life for everyone, the very things we hate! Now, I know all of you have had your plans foiled on more than one occasion by a certain Powerman…" This time the murmurs were angry "…but that won't happen again because I've gotten rid of him!" This time there were gasps of amazement. Powerman defeated by Jester?
"My friends, Powerman is no more, thanks to a special chemical treatment I've invented that I like to call my I.M.P. serum. Having captured Powerman is was a fairly simple procedure to administer the serum and perform a few relatively straightforward operations on him. I've disposed of Powerman and gained a new sidekick at the same time. Villains and villainesses, let me introduce to you my new henchman BlimpBoy!"
A door opened behind him and with the help of Hypnotica the ex superhero formerly known as Powerman waddled into the room. There were more murmurs from the crowd and the pear shaped henchman waddled in eating a burger and slurping on a milkshake. He wore a strange looking costume that made him look like a cross between Powerman and a purple and yellow beachball. The rotund sidekick glanced around the room, clearly nervous at being in the presence of so many super villains. Timidly he ate as Jester continued, slowly walking around the rotund little man.

"Yes it is, or should I say, was Powerman. But as you can see, his days of being the world's fittest man are long gone, but his days of being my new sidekick are just beginning! Come, see what I've done to him…"
Hesitantly, a few of Megalo City's villains stepped forward, clearly dubious about Purple Jester's claims. Blimp Boy tried to take a few nervous little steps backwards as the villains gathered around him, but Hypnotica firmly held him in place, carefully feeding a cake into his mouth. Instinctively he swallowed it down, but never took his eyes off the familiar faces of the people he'd fought when he was a superhero. He saw Velka, Evil Invader, the Heavy Mob, Gang Z, Lady Dark and Phase Man all starring at his orb-like body.
"Hey Purple J! This ain't Powerman. That dude's over six feet tall, but this little butterball's not even five six!" Protested one of Gang Z as he prodded Blimp Boys copious girth.
"My dear Jay X, I had no need for Blimp Boy to be over six foot tall. The serum has shortened him and lowered his centre of balance. But look closer. It is the former superhero, just in a shorter, wider shape."
Velka nodded to herself as she ran her hand over Blimp Boys almost spherical torso, starring deep into his nervous brown eyes.
"It is Powerman! I recognise his eyes. But how can you say he's your sidekick? Powerman would never agree to help a villain. He's the most goody-goody hero there is!" She exclaimed smiling at the bloated young man.
" He was, but like I said Powerman is no more. Hypnotica and myself have carefully replaced his yearning for justice with a yearning for food. All he wants to do is eat; he'll even commit crimes in order to feed his face. At the moment he consumes almost three hundred credits worth of food per day and only a life of super crime can match his super appetite. His worst fear is going hungry and he'll do anything I say to stop that from happening." Said Jester proudly as Hypnotica fed the blimp another cake.
"This must be so humiliating for him!" Laughed Phase Man "Powerman changed from the worlds greatest athlete to the world's fattest sidekick! Brilliant! You should go to the press with this Jester!"
The Heavy Mob were particularly intrigued by Powerman's fate. They were known as Megalo City's fattest gang, spending their ill gotten gain on expensive foods and luxuries, but none of them looked as bloated as Blimp Boy. If fact, beside him they looked positively svelte! Tiny their leader bumped bellies with the egg-shaped young man before him, before examining the tremendous girth of Jester's new sidekick, clearly impressed at the villain's handiwork.
"You've done a great job on him Jester, this boy looks like he's ready to pop! But other than using him to show the world what you're capable of, what's the point in keeping him around? I mean, I doubt that this blimp could fit through most doors and he needed Hypnotica's help just to waddle in here. People say we're the fattest gang in Megalo City, but we make up for that in muscle and fitness. This man-ball's just excess baggage."
"Don't let looks deceive you Tiny. Blimp Boy lives up to his name in more than just shape alone." Smiled Jester and produced a small remote control device, jabbing one of the buttons with his thumb. Almost at once a hissing noise became audible and the villains all glanced at each other wondering what was happening. Their eyes widened as the rotund figure in front of them began to slowly expand, like a balloon filling with air. Hypnotica took the burger and drink from Blimp Boy's hands as he began to instinctively check over his steadily inflating body. At first his Torso pushed out into a complete sphere, then his plump arms and legs began to swell wider, becoming shorter and stockier as his body continued to grow. Around him the villains looked on amazed at what was happening to him, a few cautiously prodding his ever-swelling belly and stepping back to give him room to grow. Blimp Boy widened his stance as spherical body pushed down to his knees, absorbing his rounded thighs into its mass. His upper arms met the same fate, leaving him with two stubby little appendages that slowly grew shorter as he became more and more spherical. Finally, less than 30 seconds after Jester activated his remove, standing before them was a ball almost five feet wide with Blimp Boy's head hands and feet sticking out from it.

"That's it? He inflates?" Sneered Jay X as he looked the human sphere before him "what good is that Purple J?"
"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPP!"
The room was almost instantly filled with purple gas so thick that you couldn't see three feet in front of you as Blimp Boy's belch continued. The super villains coughed and spluttered in the thick cloud, trying desperately to fan the smoke away with their hands, to no avail. Through the confusion they could hear Jester and Hypnotica laughing as the hissing began again. They the air conditioning whirred to life and the smoke dissipated, to reveal Jester, Hypnotica and the still spherical Blimp Boy standing as if nothing had happened.
"My new sidekick can inflate with any number of different gasses. You just saw my opaque, anti infrared gas, but this blimp can also belch out sleep gas, inflato gas and freeze gas. I can inflate him with helium so that he floats or magmo so that he quadruples in weight. I can make him burp out pure oxygen if we're having trouble breathing or freon if I want to put out a fire. Plus, when he's inflated his spherical body becomes bullet proof, providing me with a super sized bodyguard!"
There were a few murmurs of approval from the villains as they started to see the strange logic behind what Purple Jester had done. Hypnotica whispered a few words in Blimp boy's ear and he flattened his hands to his side as she carefully eased him onto his back. With a hard shove she rolled the man-ball over to Jester who stopped him and carefully lined him up with the door.
"I've just inflated Blimp Boy with the ultra heavy gas magmo 7, now watch what happens when I do this!!"
Jester shoved hard and the human sphere rolled forwards at surprising speed crashing through the door as if it were made from matchsticks. Blimp Boy kept rolling until he hit a wall, which cracked under the impact and caused dust to fall from the ceiling. After smugly casting his eyes across the faces of the clearly impressed villains, Jester jabbed another button on his remote control and a loud burp echoed forth from the human sphere. Moments later Blimp Boy waddled back into the room and began eating as soon as Hypnotica pushed a cake into his eager mouth. Jester began proudly running his hands over his sidekicks belly almost at once.
"You see this belly isn't just blubber it's been carefully grown to house all manner of new organs that my team of scientists have been working on. Inside him are pumps and valves that can inflate him enormously, all controlled by this device I have in my hand here. I've yet to try it out during one of my many crimes, but let's just say I've got a special plan to introduce Blimp Boy to the world…"