Blimp Boy 2

By Belly577

"What do you do with an inflateable sidekick?"

"Oooomph!" Gasped the naked Blimp Boy as the scientists squeezed his rotund girth into a strange looking flesh coloured garment. Purple Jester and Hypnotica looked down at the scene from a walkway, intrigued by what the chief scientist was trying to show them.
"He won't fit into that tiny body stocking, he's way to fat." Sighed Hypnotica as lent on the catwalk rail, clearly unimpressed by what she was seeing.
"Hypnotica's right, I'm too fat!" Gasped the red faced young man as the scientists eased his distended torso inside the ultra-tight garment. Inch by inch they squeezed him into it, forcing Blimp Boy to suck in his prodigious belly and take shallow breathes. As the young man slowly became encased in the strange sheer garment, the scientist responsible for this invention addressed the two super villains.
"I got the idea from ladies support pantyhose," he said "rubbing his hands together eagerly, "but rather than holding a woman's tummy in, my body stocking is helping to distribute Blimp Boy's bulk across his whole body. For example… Look at his legs." He knelt down in front of the panting sidekick and took a hold of one of his plump legs.
"Normally Blimp Boys legs are almost conical in shape as they widen towards the top, but my garment helps compact the fat of his legs giving them a rounder, almost muscular look."
Jester nodded slowly in acknowledgement. This wasn't quite what he had in mind for Blimp Boy, but it seemed to be working. The scientists eased the tight hood up over the young man's head and stepped back to display their handiwork. Minutes earlier Blimp Boy's physique had lived up to his name, but thanks to the body stocking it had changed considerably. He looked like a plump wrestler now, with big, thick arms and legs, a huge but soft looking chest and a rounded waist. Still taking shallow breathes, with his arms awkwardly sticking out at the side; Blimp Boy took a few steps forward, looking very uncomfortable.
"Jester! It's so tight… I can… hardly… Breathe!" He panted as the scientists began checking him and the garment over.
"Nonsense." Said Jester dismissively, "Let's get him into his old costume now."
Hypnotica tossed the old Power Man costume down to a few of the waiting scientists who helped the short young man into it. Since being transformed from Power Man to Blimp Boy he'd lost almost 7 inches in height and gained about 250lbs, but thanks to the weight dispersal and corset like abilities of the body stocking the scientists found it relatively easy to ease Jester's new sidekick into his old costume. They stepped back to show him off to the super villains, both of who clapped, suitably impressed by Blimp Boy's transformation back to a shorter, stockier version of his old self. They climbed down a ladder to give 'Power Man' a closer inspection. Hypnotica ran her hands over Blimp Boy's new curves, clearly amazed at the difference in appearance.
"I can't believe that you managed to squeeze this man-ball into his old costume! Apart from the obvious height difference, he looks like his old self, on steroids. LOT'S of steroids."
"Hmmmmm… Excellent idea my hypnotic anti-heroine, Blimp Boy could simply say that he's been away 'pumping himself up', which would account for his new bulk. As for his loss of height…" Jester interjected thoughtfully.
"Simple!" Said one of the scientists clicking his fingers excitedly, "Shrinko gas! As you know, the effects only last a short time, but prolonged exposure can cause the effects to take longer to wear off. I once exposed a policeman to it for two days solid and it took almost a month for him to return to full height. Power Man could simply be recovering from that!"
"An excellent idea. I think that the plan's about ready to be put into action. But first, let's brief Blimp Boy on what we need him to do…" Said Jester as he began to explain his plan.

"No! I won't do it!" Sulked Blimp Boy as Jester finished explaining what they wanted him to do, "I'm not your sidekick! I'm Power Man! Besides I'm hungry and need to have a rest, I've been on my feet for almost 30 minutes now!"
"Haha! Just listen to you; 'I'm hungry! I want to sit down!' You sound more like the fat little boy that we've turned you into than the world's fittest superhero! But don't worry; I've got something here that'll help you make the right decision." With that Jester spoke into his communicator and a couple of Battlebots arrived wheeling in the biggest cake that Blimp Boy had ever seen. The enormous dessert was a garish purple with wide yellow candy stripes, least five feet wide at the base, rising to almost four feet in height, crowned with a plump, ripe black cherry on the top. Jester scooped up some of the gooey cake on his finger and slowly waved it tantalisingly under Blimp Boy's nose.
"Mmmm… Looks good doesn't it? I've had it made especially by the best chefs in Megalo City. This wonderful cake contains virtually every kind of dessert you can imagine, all absolutely delicious. Here, try some. Come on blimp, it's not going to hurt you…"
Blimp Boy tried to fight his hunger, but he couldn't resist. He licked his lips nervously as he eyed the tasty looking cream on Jester's finger, trying hard not to let his grumbling belly get the better of him. But after only a few moments he opened wide and let the villain feed him. Mmm… It tasted so good!
"That's a good boy. Delicious isn't it? It's packed with so many calories you wouldn't believe it, but once you've carried out my plan we'll help you eat this cake. All of it just for you." Smiled Jester, knowing that this rotund young man now lived to eat. "Come along everyone, let's get him to the truck…"

The Justice Friends secret HQ was high up in the mountains outside Megalo City and brimming with hi tech security features. Essentially it was a massive armoured pyramid, built onto one of the highest mountain peaks overlooking the city, with a single-track road leading to it. During his slow transformation from Power Man, Blimp Boy had been regularly hypnotized by the evil Hypnotica and divulged plenty of information about the base and it's security systems, enough for Jester to formulate a plan to infiltrate it. Until Power Man's unexpected disappearance he had been part of the Justice Friends super team, along with Snowy Owl, Leopardo, Morpho Man and Dr Mysterious. All of whom would be at the base, unaware of what was about to happen.
Blimp Boy, still in his old Power Man costume made his way up the dusty track towards the secret base. He was sweating quite profusely at the physical exertion, and had to stop and rest a while before reaching the outer defence wall. Standing on tiptoes he raised his eye to the retinal scanner, which whirred and clicked as it accessed its security files and recognised the team member.
"Team member: Power Man. Security access Alpha 1 granted." Said an electronic voice as the huge steel doors rumbled open. Blimp Boy entered the compound and made his way across the courtyard past the automated security bots, surface to air missiles and force shield generators until he reached the main entry way. He was about to speak into the microphone panel for voice scan identification when he paused for a moment. He was actually helping Purple Jester and Hypnotica break into the Justice Friends secret base. He had to raise the alarm to stop them. But then his stomach growled, reminding him that it needed feeding and visions of the magnificent cake swirled in his confused mind. He really needed to eat that cake.
"Power Man. Security Code: Tango Echo Seven One Mike Delta" he said into the microphone, and the doors began to slowly slide open. Blimp Boy took a deep breath and walked into the cool, air conditioned entry way towards the internal security grid. The entryway was a long, wide corridor filed with security systems that unlike those in the outer compound could be switched off internally should the need arise. Blimp Boy stepped onto the security grid and a number of long, robotic arms swivelled down and began scanning his body for weapons, bugs or dangerous substances. One arm manoeuvred around in front of him with a hand print scanner, which Blimp Boy used, clearing him through the final security system and into the main base. As the final doors slowly rumbled open he could see the silhouettes of three of his former allies; Snowy Owl, Leopardo and Morpho Man, all looking pleased to see him, yet confused.
"By the great cat! You're alive Power Man! But… What on earth has happened to you?" Gasped Leopardo as Blimp Boy nervously made his way into the central chamber.
"You… You've shrunk!" Exclaimed Snowy Owl as she looked the former hero up and down. He was actually shorter than she was!
"I… Erm… Was captured by some crazy scientists. They used Shrinko gas on me and the effects haven't worn off yet. They did all kinds of experiments on me, but I managed to escape and made my way straight here." Stammered Blimp Boy nervously.
"But you look so BIG. It's like someone has inflated your muscles (and your belly) with a tire pump!" Exclaimed Morpho Man as he gave his dumpy crime-fighting buddy a gentle prod to his rounded belly.
"I've been working out more. You know, building muscle."
"But you said you'd been captured by crazy scientists, and to build muscles like that would take years, not a few months." Said Snowy Owl; suspicious of the story that 'Power Man' was telling her.
Blimp Boys eyes darted from left to right. They were onto him! Should he tell them the truth in time to foil Jester's plan? No, he really needed that glorious cake. His mind reeled as the Justice Friends began to question him further, clearly realising that he was lying to them. For a moment he managed to clear his mind. These were his friends they'd help him. He should tell them what was going on! Just then his belly gurgled loudly, making the others stop their questioning and look down in shock. In the moment of silence they heard a hissing noise coming from 'Power Man', and looked at each other quizzically. Blimp Boy could feel the pressure building up inside him like it never had before. The tight body stocking increasing the sensation as it squeezed his rotund body into an unnatural shape. He tried to warn his friends, but the pressure was too much and all he could do was pant and gasp as his insides began producing gas.
"W… What's happening to him?" Exclaimed Morpho Man as the hissing became louder. They heard a stretching sound as 'Power Man's' belly began to slowly swell, his cheeks becoming red with the strain. With a loud SHRRRRIPP the body stocking burst beneath his costume and his belly surged forwards rapidly inflating to the size of a beach ball. His chest followed, then his hips and thighs as the scientist's invention ripped open under the strain of his ballooning body.
"He's blowing up like a balloon!" Blinked Snowy Owl as their former companion continued to swell up. "He's not stopping! He'll pop!"
"We must get him to the medical scanner quickly!" Shouted Leopardo as he stared wide-eyed as his inflating friend, trying hard to think of how to move him. With another ripping noise, 'Power Man's' enormous belly began to tear through his costume. Snowy Owl stepped forward, trying in vain to push the big, pink orb back down. The rest of the costume started to tear as Blimp Boy's arms and legs began to be absorbed by his almost spherical torso. He flapped his hands frantically, trying to get the others away from him as he neared total inflation, but the others mistook the gesture for panic, not knowing themselves whether they should try and help him or get clear before he burst. Then almost as quickly as it had started the hissing stopped and before the Justice Friends was a huge, pink man-ball, teetering on tiny feet, with the remains of his costume on his wrists, head and feet.
"Are you okay PM?" Enquired Snowy Owl in a concerned voice as she stepped towards the human balloon. Blimp Boy tried to speak, but the pressure was still too much, Jester had inflated him BIG. Leopardo and Morpho Man stepped in closer too cautiously poking and prodding their inflated companion as if he were an unexploded bomb.
"By the great cat! Power Man, you're a balloon!" Said Leopardo, still shocked by what he'd just witnessed. "We need to get him to the medical centre. The autodoc might know what's happened to him and know a way to reverse it."
The others agreed, but before they could act, Blimp Boy belched:
"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPP!"
Streaming from his mouth came a thick yellow gas that rapidly spread across the big room, catching the others by surprise. Within moments they began to feel dizzy, the sleep gas rendering them unconscious in less than 5 seconds. As the gas cleared, Blimp Boy waddled across to a recessed control panel ready for part two of Jester's plan.

The teleporter in the secret base whirred to life as the fat little sidekick powered it up and temporarily disabled the security systems. Once the bases computer detected either Purple Jester's or Hypnotica's presence the facility would go into lock down, sealing the outer doors and activating the outer defences. They'd be trapped! Blimp Boy had tried to explain this to Jester as the villain revealed his plan, but his worries were dismissed as 'unimportant'. The obese young man chewed his lip nervously as the two villains teleported in. No sooner had they arrived in a glow of electric blue light than the klaxons began to wail and the metallic voice of the security computer announced, "Warning. Supervilians Purple Jester and Hypnotica have teleported into the base from a non-secure node. Activating security lock down." The massive steel doors slammed shut and outside the perimeter force field sizzled into life, effectively stopping their escape.
Blimp Boy waddled over to them as fast as his plump little legs would allow him, concerned by their predicament, they needed to get out of here now! His stomach was growling hungrily as the two villains ignored him as he voiced his concerns to inspect the large control room they had teleported into. No supervillain had ever managed to breach the Justice Friends secret fortress until now, and here they stood the incapacitated heroes asleep at their feet.
"Blimp Boy!" Snapped Jester "Where's Dr Mysterio? You assured me he would be here!"
"I don't know Jester. They were the only ones who greeted me as I entered the base. Maybe he's not here?" Whined the fat little sidekick as he rubbed his great, grumbling belly.
"Well, he's had a lucky escape. Hypnotica, Blimp Boy needs filling up. You know what to do."
The slender villainess nodded to Jester and unhitched what looked like a huge aqualung from her back as she beckoned the ravenous Blimp Boy over. The big, thick cylinder had a nozzle and some straps at one end and the words 'Mega Bulk' stencilled on the side in chipped yellow paint. She hefted the container up level with Blimp Boys mouth as Jester stepped in behind him, carefully easing the nozzle into his rotund sidekicks unresisting mouth and using the straps to secure it in place. The villain then moved to the side and took hold of a valve wheel on the side of the cylinder.
"Okay Blimp, you remember how this works? Just keep your gullet open like we trained you and this'll fill you right up in record time." Blimp Boy nodded in response, eager to satisfy his rumbling belly.
"Open wide young man, here we go!" Jester twisted the nozzle and the compressed cattle fattener surged down Blimp Boys throat as he necked the delicious goo. Hypnotica gave soothing words of encouragement as Jester rubbed and patted the young man's enormous stomach, pleased at how rapidly it was filling. Blimp Boy braced his back to balance his rapidly filling belly as he expertly swallowed down more and more of the compressed food. Jester and Hypnotica had spent weeks training him in the art of rapid eating for occasions just like this, and to his embarrassment he'd actually enjoyed it. Thanks to careful tweaking by Jester's scientists he was probably the fastest eater in the world! With a hiss of compressed air the tank of 'Mega Bulk' was empty and Blimp Boy very full. As Jester unbuckled the nozzle, his sidekick ran his hands over his distended gut, savouring the feeling of being full and contented. As Jester moved over to the bodies of the incapacitated heroes, Hypnotica tossed the empty cylinder aside and pulled a stretchy lycra garment from her belt pouch. Whilst she carefully helped Blimp Boy into the costume, Jester got to work on the three heroes. From his backpack he pulled out a small medical kit, complete with a mobile DNA sampler and syringes, which he laid out on the floor. He carried out the same, strange medical examination on each of the three heroes, recording all the data and taking blood sample of each one in turn. He also injected both Snowy Owl and Morpho Man with a strange looking concoction of chemicals, but paused when it came to Leopardo.
"No… That would be far too easy for someone who has caused me so much trouble." Sneered the villain as he put away the syringe, pondering what to do for a moment.
"Hypnotica, help me drag Leopardo into that airtight room over there, and Blimp you come too. There's been a change of plan…"

The lift doors slid open and Blimp Boy slowly waddled out, wearing the strange garment that Hypnotica had dressed him in. The two villains followed, checking out the floor plans that the hypnotized Blimp Boy had drawn for them. As they examined the room at the peak of the Justice Friends Pyramid HQ, Blimp Boy tucked into some ultra gain bars that he'd been given, contentedly rubbing his copious girth as he did so.
"Why are we up here Jester? There's no way down from up here, it's a dead end. Snowy Owl and Morpho Man will be waking up any minute, and then they'll come looking for us, and we'll be trapped!" Whined the rotund sidekick.
"Nonsense Blimp. We're going to fly out of here, avoiding all of the security systems and those super fools!" Chided Purple Jester as he tapped a code into a keypad in the wall.
"Fly out? But there are heat-seeking missiles ready to fire at any aircraft that comes into range. Your rescue craft will be blown out of the sky before it reaches us."
"Wrong again Blimp Boy. You're our rescue craft, or should I say rescue air ship." With that Jester jabbed a button on the remote control as Blimp Boy felt his body start producing gas. He quickly gobbled down the last bar as his opulent belly began to gradually inflate. Jester continued to use the keypad as Hypnotica pulled some straps and harnesses out of her backpack. Automatically Blimp Boy began to check his expanding body, checking that he was inflating evenly all over. He noticed he wasn't inflating quite as he should; his body wasn't spherical like normal, but more of an oval shape. The new garment was squeezing his torso, like the body stocking that the scientists had forced him into. He glanced at Hypnotica, concerned that something wasn't right and that he might burst like a cheap balloon.
"Don't look so worried Blimp, I dressed you in this costume for a reason. As far as I can see you're inflating fine, so relax and let Jester and me worry about the next part of the plan."
Blimp Boy nodded as Hypnotica began attaching straps to his costume. His arms and legs began to swell up, steadily shortening as they became one with his oval body. Hypnotica bent down and pulled a ripcord on the panels sewn into his costumes legs and a compressed air cylinder hissed into life rapidly inflating four stubby little wings. Jester jabbed the last button on the keypad and with a mechanical whine the rooms ceiling began to slide open. He turned to look at his sidekick who was now completely inflated, although still growing shaped like a tiny zeppelin, teetering on his tiny feet.
"Help me with him please Hypnotica." He said stepping in to help steady the human airship. The villainess complied as Jester's sidekick continued to grow, getting both wider and taller. Blimp Boy gasped wide eyed as his head slowly rose past Jester's smiling face as the pressure inside him continued to grow. Soon he was about eight feet high and six feet wide, his body straining under the intense pressure. He couldn't take much more! He was surely going to burst! Jester pressed a button the remote and Blimp Boy's inflation stopped, leaving him a towering human zeppelin, balancing on his tiny feet.
"Let's ease him onto the floor." Instructed Jester as they both slowly lowered the bloated young man forwards, resting him face down on the floor.
"I've filled you with super helium." Said the villain as he leaned down to look his sidekick in the face. "In a moment you'll start to rise as the gas finishes it's transformation and we'll fly out of here" Blimp Boy tried to speak, but he could hardly breath, never having been inflated this big before. All he could do was puff and pant as Jester patted his head, pleased by what he saw. Hypnotica handed the villain a harness that he strapped himself into, whilst she connected some of the straps on the human airship to hers. Gradually, as the super helium became active the villain's airship started to gently rise into the air. Jester had time to connect the last few straps to his harness as Blimp Boy glided past, bobbing for a moment at the end of the taught cables. For a moment they stood there in silence, then the harnesses started to pull tight and the cables creaked slowly lifting the two villains into the air. Up through the room they rose and then up out of the pyramid and into the blue cloudless sky.
"Your costume is radar reflective and there's no heat!" Shouted Jester to his zeppelined sidekick "So there's no target for the security systems!"
Blimp Boy could only waggle his fingers in response as the wind guided him over the high mountains and towards Megalo City, feeling like he was about to burst at any moment.

"I want the cake now!" Wailed Blimp Boy.
"I've told you no. I'm saving that for later, you'll just have to make do with a few pizzas and some Ultra Gain milkshakes." Countered Jester to his dumpy little sidekick as Hypnotica carefully eased the rotund young man out of his airship costume. Blimp Boy stamped his foot making his egg-shaped torso wobble very slightly.
"Jester! I'm hungry now and I want that cake!" He snapped, "I have to eat at once!"
"Indeed you do Blimp, but you also need to learn some manners. Hypnotica, can you and the Battlebots ensure that this young man is fully fed. And I mean FULLY. I've got some unfinished business with Leopardo to deal with." Hypnotica smiled cruelly at this suggestion happy to be left alone with her once greatest enemy and now her little play thing. She ran her hand over Blimp Boy's naked belly as if gauging how much she could fit in it. The rotund young man chewed his lip nervously as the villainess sized him up, worried at what humiliations she may have planned for him. But at the very back of his mind, he could feel himself get slightly excited at the prospect, particularly the way she ran her hands over his globular stomach.
"Leave him to me Jester, Blimp Boy and I are going to have some fun."
Jester waved his hand dismissively. He didn't really care what Hypnotica did to his fattest henchman; as long as it kept him quiet. As he walked away from the odd pair the villain reached into his belt pouch and carefully took out a small glass jar, holding it up to eye level. Inside the tiny figure of Leopardo frantically waved his fists at him. No more that 3 inches high, the miniature hero banged helplessly at the glass with no effect.
"Oh my, you are angry aren't you?" Chuckled Jester, "We'd better get you to my team of scientists before the shrinko gas wears off…"
So lost in his own thoughts was he that Jester didn't hear the beginning of Hypnotica's trance chant as she used her powers of suggestion on his fat little sidekick. Hypnotica's eyes continued to glow an eerie green as she held Blimp Boy's vacant gaze.
"When I click my fingers you will come out of your trance as if nothing has happened." Finished the villainess in a calm mesmerising voice as she slowly raised her hand connecting thumb and middle finger together.
CLICK!!
Blimp Boy blinked and glanced at Hypnotica as if nothing had happened.
"Hurry up and get into your costume. The quicker you're dressed, the quicker we can start feeding you." She smiled wickedly.
Not waiting to be asked again, the fat young man waddled over to a couple of Battlebots who stood waiting for him with another strange looking spandex costume.

"Gentlemen, I have a surprise for you." Grinned Jester as he carefully placed the jar containing the miniature Leopardo on the table. The small crowd of scientists all gathered around with a series of impressed remarks and noises.
"The shrinko gas will be wearing off in about ten minutes, so we'd better lock him away securely." Jester informed the chattering scientists as they closely examined the captive hero. "I've also got some spoils from our raid on the Justice Friends secret base. I managed to get full DNA, blood and tissue samples from both Snowy Owl and Morpho Man."
As the villain placed the samples next to the hero in a jar, there were more sounds of approval. Many of these crazy scientists had tried in vain to infiltrate the impenetrable pyramid on the edge of town, but not only had Jester done that but he had also managed to capture Leopardo. Using a pair of tweezers one of the lab assistants picked up the tiny superhero and carefully carried him over to a holding cell at the edge of the laboratory.
"But what would you like us to do with Leopardo? Unlike Morpho Man, his powers are magical, bestowed onto him by 'The Great Cat'. There's no way that we can use his DNA to create similar powers in a test subject." Questioned one of the scientists.
"I didn't intend for you to mimic his powers." Said Jester "I merely thought that we needed someone to run the tests for Morpho Man's DNA on before we apply it to Blimp Boy. Once that's finished you may do what you like with him."
There was more excited chatter amongst the scientists, each trying to put forward their ideas for experiments to run on the captive hero. A few of them took the DNA samples and began loading them into complex looking pieces of lab equipment, which immediately sprang to life. Jester watched the flurry of excited activity approvingly, content that the next stage in the humiliation of his old adversary was proceeding exactly as he had planned.

---Hypnotica / Blimp Boy feeding sequence ---

The strange, pink lycra bag grew tighter and tighter as Leopardo returned to normal size, pulling taught like a second skin. Desperately he tried to wriggle free as the strange garment encased his whole body, leaving only his face untouched.
"It's something I created a few years ago." Continued one of the scientists as the others gathered around the table with the prone, writhing hero. "It's a prison that grows with the prisoner. You know how hard it is to handle someone who's been shrunk, easily manageable when tiny, but buy the time their back to normal they can be a real handful. This way their like a nicely wrapped present, ready for what ever you want to do to them by the time they at their normal size."
The others all nodded in approval as they watched the hero continue to struggle helplessly inside the lycra cocoon. By the time he was back to full height Leopardo was little more than an immobile, pink sausage. He began to snarl and threaten the scientists, but a pink foam ball was hastily pushed into his protesting mouth and strapped in place with a pink lycra muzzle. They rolled him onto his front causing the hero to let out a muffled yelp as his felt a syringe being pushed into his left buttock. For Leopardo the world began to spin and swirl, as lights were shone into his unfocussed eyes and whatever they'd pumped into him began to take effect. Everything around him began to speed up as scientists rushed around in a blur, carrying clipboards, recording data, giving him more injections, taking blood samples and moving him around the table like a hunk of meat. He was aware of being lifted into the air and being carefully eased into a narrow cylinder. He felt ear and nose plugs being inserted as well as strange opaque goggles. Leopardo tried to struggle free, as he began to suffocate but he was truly helpless. He heard a clunk as the lid was closed and felt an oily liquid rapidly cover his immobile body. The whole cylinder filled quickly, and the pressure began to build. Within seconds it felt as if his entire body was being crushed by a ten-ton weight. Over the booming throb of his heartbeat and through the tight earplugs Leopardo could hear the cylinder creaking under the immense strain. Greater and greater grew the invisible force, crushing his entire body as if caught in the grasp of a titan's fist. He felt as if his head was about to implode, crumpling his body like paper and pulverising his skeleton. Just as Leopardo thought the moment of his own death arrived the immense pressure dissipated, leaving only a sudden euphoria that was gone as quickly as it had started. When his senses returned he realised that he was carefully being removed from the tube and carried back to the table, by the scientists. They unplugged his nose, ears and mouth leaving him gasping for breath like a fish out of water as they began to carefully examine the incapacitated hero.

Hypnotica scooped another gloved handful of the strange cream from the huge tub and slapped it liberally onto Blimp Boys naked belly. He tried to stand still, keeping his hands away from his food packed body as the villainess carefully worked the ointment into his rubbery skin. Much to his discomfort, Blimp Boy found the whole procedure extremely pleasurable, almost erotic, as if subconsciously he liked being reminded how enormous his belly was.
"Urgh! I can't believe how much food you packed into me this time. I'm at bursting point." Huffed the bloated ex hero as he glanced over his almost spherical torso, trying to convince himself how awful it was.
"You silly Blimp." Admonished Hypnotica as she continued to cover his body with the cream. "You need to be pushed every now and again, just to make sure that you're developing at the right speed."
"Developing? You mean Jester wants me BIGGER?"
"We all want you bigger. I've never seen Jester so excited about one of his projects before. The success of what he's done to you so far has really started to make him wonder exactly how far he can take it."
Blimp Boy gulped. He thought that this was as big as Jester was going to make him, but at this rate he'd be an immobile sphere packed full of food and he was powerless to resist. The erotic thoughts returned. All he had to do was eat, steadily gorge himself on lovely fatty foods and get bigger. Just as Jester had predicted Power Man now lived to eat. He was a slave to his appetite and his huge cavernous stomach, both of which would drive him to extremes to be fed. He shivered, knowing that there was nothing he wouldn't do to satisfy his hunger no matter how degrading or humiliating it was. But Blimp Boy found it hard to concentrate on anything except food and eating and soon he was daydreaming about the colossal cake that Jester had teased him with and how much he'd enjoy eating it. Hypnotica moved further down round the taught curve of his overstuffed belly, carefully rubbing in the strange lotion. She could hear him muttering to himself and licking his lips as he imagined the feeling of eating the biggest cake in Megalo city, clearly aroused by the idea. With his eyes shut Blimp Boy continued his gorging fantasy, as sexy women hand fed him large chunks of delicious cake. Suddenly he felt a real piece of cake being pushed into his mouth and automatically he opened wide and let it in.
"There you go Blimp, there's a good boy." Smiled Jester as he patted his sidekick's belly with one hand and eased the cake in with the other. "Thought you were looking a little hungry."
Blimp Boy opened his eyes wide but didn't resist being fed, even though he'd already been stuffed fully by Hypnotica. Jester and a few of the scientists had arrived whilst he'd be daydreaming. The villainess finished covering him with the cream and the scientists got to work with measuring the size and shape of his belly with tape measures and large callipers. Jester continued to feed him, giving him soothing words of encouragement as he kept feeding him. Blimp Boy liked that.
"Oh my you're huge." Complimented Jester easing a king size éclair into his dumpy sidekicks labouring mouth. "You really have been gorging yourself haven't you? Good boy… Here's another cake to help you along… That's it… You know what I think Blimp? Open wide for another… I think that all these years you weren't really happy as Power Man… Gulp it down… I think you were really a fat man in a thin man's body… And another… Take it all into to those chubby cheeks of yours… All I've done is unleashed the inner fat man in you, let you eat yourself into your true, bloated form… Oh… You really are hungry today… The sooner that you accept who you are, the happier, and fatter, you'll be… Don't worry about the scientists, just concentrate on gulping down these cakes… That's it… Here's another for you…"
Halfway through a big, creamy Danish Blimp Boy yelped as he felt a sharp pain in his buttock. He ignored it and carried on eating as one of the scientists injected a strange green liquid into his rotund ass cheek.

Leopardo woke in a brightly lit prison cell. He was strapped naked to a table with a fierce hot light shining down upon him. Groggily he squinted through the harsh light to see if he could work out where he was, but he'd never seen the place before. The last thing he could remember was being given an injection by one of the scientists as they completed a series of weird examinations on him. He could feel his whole body still tingling as if numb, probably due to all the strange chemicals that they had pumped inside him. Although moving his head to look was very hard he was aware of the large, reinforced restraining straps cutting into his upper chest and thighs. They were so tight he could hardly breathe and straining his head around he could see that the straps were on an automated ratchet. Even as he watched he could hear it click another tooth tighter on the cog pinning him down further onto the table. Leopardo tried to shift his body against the pull of the restraining straps, but his strength had deserted him, the effort only resulting in making him short of breath.
The cell door creaked open and a bunch of the scientists entered. They gathered around the table and looked down at their captive, some making notes, others talking about chemical formulas and human physiology. Leopardo tried to shout defiantly at this bunch of insane chemists, but all he could manage was a drunken slur. The scientists ignored him, one giving him another injection as another lifted the superhero's head and tied a strange kind of gag into place. Leopardo was too weak to resist, his moans becoming louder as a hose was attached to the gag.
"Try to relax Leopardo, we are doctors." Smirked one of the scientists as a large, aluminium barrel was wheeled into the cell and attached to the hose. A tap was turned and liquid began to flow into the helpless hero's mouth. It tasted tangy, almost plastic like and Leopardo almost gagged on the nasty concoction, but the scientists told him not to panic and just gulp it down. Reluctantly he complied, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the cold liquid. More and more he drank under the ever watchful ever of the men in lab coats, who nodded to each other approvingly at the volume he was drinking. He could feel fullness in his belly as the liquid continued to flow, which soon became uncomfortable and then almost painful. The more it began to hurt the more pleased the scientists were. With great effort he strained his head up to see what they were so pleased about, and saw with shock his swollen belly. It stuck out as if he were 6 months pregnant, a full, proud, bronzed sphere, still filling with liquid. He began to panic, trying to wriggle free of the restraints, but another click from the ratchet held him firmly in place.
"That's enough I think. We don't want him to burst."
The liquid stopped and the gag was removed.
"Whaaat haaaf yoo dun too meee?" Slurred Leopardo, wide eyed at his ballooned belly.
"Oh we don't want to ruin the surprise." Smirked one of the scientists as he gave the captive hero's belly an inquisitive prod. Leopardo groaned as he felt his belly gurgle and bubble with whatever they'd filled him with, struggling in vain to free himself from the restraints. The fullness in his belly began to subside, and a strange warmth slowly spread across his prone body. He could tell from the murmurings of the scientists that they approved of whatever was happening to him. Leopardo tried to crane his neck to see, but his strength had deserted him, and the captive hero drifted off to sleep.

The alarm clock bleeped and Blimp Boy awoke with a start. Jester normally let him sleep until midday after a huge gorging session like the night before, and the former hero wasn't happy about his rude awakening. As usual, he had no choice in the matter and he heard the usual hissing noise that came every morning, or his 'pre breakfast blimping' as Jester liked to call it. The battlebots that stood watch over him every night rumbled into life and pulled back the covers on his specially built bed, as Blimp Boy's body began to swell. The bed began to change shape to accommodate his steadily ballooning body, lowering to floor level as the young man lazily checked himself to ensure he was inflating correctly. His baggy, lycra pyjamas soon grew tight, stretching over his increasingly spherical body, pulling apart at his gargantuan waist to reveal his pink, rubbery skin and an almost non-existent navel. His first inflation of the day was never too extreme, just enough to prepare his body for whatever Jester had in store for later on, so Blimp Boy just accepted it. When the hissing stopped the battlebots rumbled forwards and carefully rolled the young mad out of the spacious bedroom and through a set of specially widened doors. Thanks to some modifications that the scientists had done to him and from some special training from a ballerina that Jester had arranged, Blimp Boy rarely got dizzy anymore when being rolled around like this. In fact he considered this to be his equivalent of his morning exercise. Soon he came to a halt in a large, white room, the walls of which were completely covered in ceramic tiles. The battlebots manoeuvred him around and carefully removed the skintight pyjamas, rolling him back onto his feet when he was naked. A set of nose plugs were clipped into place and the battlebots retreated just in time for the power showers to come on, blasting Blimp Boy's spherical body with hot foamy water. Descending from the ceiling came a couple of soft, rotating brushes that gently buffed his naked soapy body. A jet of warm water blasted up from a grate in the floor, startling the still half asleep Blimp Boy wide-awake. As the brushes retracted some large industrial driers roared into life, blasting the rivulets of water from the human balloon's rubbery skin. The whole procedure was much like a car wash, which was in fact where the scientist who built it had got his inspiration. When he was thoroughly dry as usual he had his first belch of the day.

"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRP"

Slowly he deflated, the sphere slowly shrinking to the shape of an extremely fat, but firm man. By the time he was back to his non-inflated size, his mouth was already watering and even as the battlebots helped him into a pair of tights, all that Blimp Boy could think about was breakfast.

Jester gave his sidekick's naked belly an appraising slap as the young man washed down his breakfast with a shake made from maple syrup and whipped cream.
"I think you've had enough this morning Blimp. You're nicely full." Said the villain running his hands around the waistband on the young man's tights. Blimp Boy continued chugging down the super fattening drink, nodding in agreement with the man who'd turned him into a human balloon.
"I've got some fun for you this morning. I've had another teacher flown in especially to help you get to grips with this wonderfully bloated body of yours."
Blimp Boy nodded again, finishing the last of the shake before raising another large pitcher to his mouth with his other hand. Jester continued to examine the young man's rotund figure with evident excitement and glee. Blimp Boy was used to being treated like an object by Jester and his cronies, and just ignored it as the villain poked and squeezed him. He chugged down the last of his breakfast and belched loudly, rubbing his full belly contentedly.
"That's it. Good boy. You really like being a fat little man-ball don't you? There's nothing better in the world to you than eating and the feeling of a full belly is there? Hee hee! When I think of all the times you defeated me as Power Man, I can't help but feel smug at what I've helped to turn you into. Just think, all I had to do was unleash the fat man inside you and look at the results! Oh, are you trying to get up? I was too busy gloating. Let me help you…"
With some considerable effort Jester helped push the rotund man to his feet, leaving both of them slightly out of breath. With the villain's help Blimp Boy waddled slowly out of the dining area towards 'The Battle Room'. He was thinking about what Jester had said about 'unleashing the fat man' within him and how aroused he'd been when Hypnotica had been smearing the strange cream onto his belly. Had he always secretly wanted to be fat? The idea used to repulse him, but now he wasn't so sure. Shocked by what he was thinking Blimp Boy tried to clear his mind, by saying the first thing he could think of.
"Why are we going to the battle room Jester? I'm too fat to fight! I'm so big I can hardly walk. My feet are hurting already!"
"Hush Blimp! I've had a special teacher flown in to help you with a training program that I've got planned for you. Over the next few weeks I expect to see your weight increase considerably, so you'll need to get in shape to lug all that extra bulk around!" Jester snapped, giving the young man a warning slap to his chunky behind. When they reached the battle room, Blimp Boy saw that it had been set up like a martial arts dojo, with crash mats and a large circle in the centre. A couple of battlebots waited in the corner and sprang to life at Jester's command, bringing with them another set of strange garments for the fat man to wear. He didn't resist as they eased him out of his tights and into the strange flesh-coloured spandex body stocking, which fit snugly to his ample curves.
"What's this for?" He asked glancing over the tight garment, "Can't I just wear tights?"
"Not for what I've got planned for you. We need to simulate your costume as closely as possible, but not be too disrespectful to the traditions." Jester informed his quizzical sidekick as he stood behind him, rubbing strange smelling oil into the short man's hair. Blimp Boy squirmed a bit as the villain tightly pulled his hair back and clipped it in place.
"There you go Blimp, now all you need is your Mawashi." Said Purple Jester as he stood back to admire his handiwork. The little fat man looked back at him with a confused expression. The villain chuckled to himself and retrieved a thick, purple belt from one of the waiting battlebots, bending down in front of Blimp Boy as he began to dress him. The young man suddenly felt very vulnerable as Jester unceremoniously began to move around his bloated body, passing the belt between his plump thighs and wrapping it around his copious girth. The villain pulled the belt tight and tied it from behind, before circling his sidekick for a quick inspection. He rubbed his chin, suitably pleased with what he saw.
"Not bad. Not bad at all. Come along young man, let me show you what I've dressed you as." Smirked Jester as he helped Blimp Boy waddle over to a floor to ceiling mirror.
"I look like a sumo wrestler!" Gasped the man-ball as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.
"Yes indeed my hefty henchman. Today you get your first lesson in acting like a sumo. You're so big now that you can hardly move, hopefully this training should make you a little more mobile."
Both men turned as the heard the door to the battle room swing open and an enormous Japanese man wearing a tracksuit strode in. Blimp Boy felt his heart stop for a moment as he recognised the hulking man mountain as Rikishi Ozeki: The Steel Sumo, a former adversary of Power Man! The huge wrestler was built like an ox, with arms and legs at thick as tree trunks, standing over seven feet tall and a force to be reckoned with. Rikishi bowed to Purple Jester who responded to the greeting with a deep bow of his own.
"Ahhhh. Ozeki-san. It is an honour to welcome you to my humble base."
"Cut the crap Jester," Sneered Ozeki "I'm here to see my old enemy Power Man. You told me that you had him prisoner here and I wanted to… Get some payback."
Blimp Boy gulped.
"Of course Ozeki. But Power Man is no more, he's, well, changed. Let me introduce you to my new sidekick Blimp Boy, formerly known as the superhero Power Man!"
The massive sumo looked down at the Purple Jester's fat little sidekick with a menacing look in his cold dark eyes. Slowly the expression turned to anger, then to disbelief and finally to amazement. Blimp Boy could feel his heart beating faster and faster as the hulking wrestler leaned down face to face with him, slowly eyeing his bloated body up and down.
"If you used to be Power Man, what was the insulting name you used to call me?"
"Th… The Sluggish Sumo." Stuttered Blimp Boy, fearing what Ozeki was going to do to him.
The Steel Sumo blinked with surprise and stood up straight.
"Very impressive Jester. I can't believe it, but that's Power Man. What the heck have you done to him? The guy's a total lard ass!" Ozeki laughed, prodding Blimp Boy's belly with a finger.
"I'm glad you like my handiwork Ozeki, but this little butterball isn't all he appears to be. I'll give you a demonstration later, once you've had a chance to give him a good 'workout'."
Blimp Boy didn't like the way Jester had said workout, particularly when he saw the wicked look on the Steel Sumo's face. Jester helped his sidekick over to the circle painted on the crash mats as Ozeki stripped down into his Steel Sumo costume, limbering up for the training. Blimp Boy rubbed his belly nervously as his new teacher put himself through a series of stretching exercises, occasionally glancing at his student with malevolent glee. The last time these two had crossed paths Blimp Boy had been the world's greatest athlete, Power Man, and it had only been his speed and agility that had saved him then. Jester was clearly enjoying his sidekick's discomfort, just as he'd relished introducing him to Megalo City's criminal underworld weeks before.
"Oh my! This will be fun! But I warn you, Ozeki's a hard task master so remember to be a respectful student." Giggled Jester, backing out of the circle as the Steel Sumo stomped in, immediately dropping into a sumo stance.
"Okay fatso, if you can force me out of the ring, I'll go easy on you." Smiled Ozeki as he stared levelly at his nervous student.
Blimp Boy glanced about, not knowing what to do until the Steel Sumo barked at him to attack. The young man took a deep breath and then waddled at the huge wrestler as quickly as his plump little legs would allow. Using his belly like a ram Blimp Boy tried to barge the Steel Sumo from the ring, puffing and panting with exhaustion at his increasingly futile attempts. Ozeki laughed and span the little man around and effortlessly knocked him out of the ring with a resounding slap to his rotund ass. Blimp Boy yelped and slammed into the mat, bouncing and then rolling to a stop. He lay there dazed and out of breath as Purple Jester and the Steel Sumo loomed over him shaking their heads with mock disappointment.
"A pathetic attempt." Sneered Ozeki "Looks like I'll have to go very hard on you after all…"

Leopardo wasn't sure where he was, but at least he wasn't strapped to the table in the prison cell. His body shifted sluggishly and he heard the rattle of chains as they scraped across the dusty floor. He found it hard to focus his eyes at first, blinking slowly several times before his vision was no longer blurred. Leopardo lay sprawled on the floor in a huge room that looked as if it was an aircraft hangar, filled with scaffolding and heavy machinery. He managed to struggle into a sitting position, finding chains strapped tightly to his neck wrist and ankles, which trailed off into the darkness around him. That's when the floodlights burst into life around him, dazzling the hero in their fierce glare. Leopardo raised his hands to block the light, but paused, blinking at just how tight the manacles on his wrists. They seemed to cut into his skin, surely enough to stop the circulation draw blood, but they didn't feel uncomfortable, just a little snug. He checked his ankles and saw the same and cautiously raised his hands to his neck. The straps there dug deep into his throat, so much so that he could feel the skin bulging over it, as tight as a hangman's noose, yet he had no problem breathing. His train of thought was interrupted by the sounds of engines starting up, and the startled hero glanced about, trying to make out what was going on beyond the blinding lights.
He heard the scraping of his chains dragging across the dusty floor and saw his slack bindings start to go taught. He tried to scramble upright, but his legs were pulled out from under him and he fell spread eagle onto the floor. Before he has a chance to regain his breath, the chains attached to his wrists grew taught and he was pulled into the air by the tension. Whatever was pulling the chains stopped, leaving him hanging 3 feet in the air, suspended by the horizontal chains. Leopardo jerked his head around trying to work out what was going on? Was this some kind of bizarre torture device, like a medieval rack, or was he going to be torn apart by four trucks? Out of the intense light he saw several silhouettes appear, and slowly walk towards him. With contempt he saw that they were the Purple Jester's scientists, who were no doubt relishing the position that they'd put him in.
"By the great cat, I will make you pay for this humiliation!" Snarled Leopardo, struggling against the bonds. "Once I am free, my vengea… Woah!"
The hero stopped his threats as the chains drew tighter, straining his spread-eagled. He expected to be torn limb from limb, but gradually, to his amazement his arms and legs began to slowly stretch. In wide-eyed amazement he glanced around, watching as his body stretched as if it were made from rubber. The elasticity spread from his elongating limbs to his torso, which began to narrow as it stretched longer and longer. The scientists made notes on their clipboards as the superhero was elongated like a rubber band, until he about 12 feet long from his toes to his fingers. Leopardo was lost for words, gasping it disbelief at the unreality at what had just happened to him and forgetting his threats of violence. Once the scientists were happy with what they were looking at, the engines started up again and the stretching continued. The sensation was unnerving and uncomfortable for Leopardo as his body thinned out, growing longer, but not painful, as it should have been. Soon he had been stretched to about 20 feet long by the surreal process and again the engines stopped, leaving him hanging in the air like a taught, thick washing line.
"Leopardo, tell us how you feel." Enquired one of the scientists as he walked the length of the hero's eight-foot long torso, making notes on his clipboard.
"I… I…" Stammered the confused hero as he glanced about his distorted figure, wondering if he was going to wake up.
"Hmm… Disbelief, I suppose that was to be expected. Begin stage two!"
Again the chains pulled tighter, but this time they began to separate, pulling him into a star shape. He looked around in horror as his hands and feet moved further and further apart, stretching his torso flatter and wider, and as taught as a rubber band. Then he felt the chain attached to his neck start to pull and slowly he felt his head begin to edge away from his shoulders. One of the scientists ducked under Leopardo's elasticised arms and slowly walked along side the hero's head, matching it's pace as it was pulled further from his body. Soon Leopardo's body was stretched 60 feet tip to toe, his head almost ten feet from his shoulders. The scientists gathered around him, probing his rubber-like body with clinical curiosity, whilst the hero could only look on at what they'd done to him in stunned silence.

Blimp Boy huffed and puffed in exhaustion as Ozeki made the fat little man waddle around the ring as fast as he could.
"Faster fatty! Faster!" Shouted the huge sumo as he easily matched his student's slow pace, occasionally delivering a smack to his wide ass to urge him along. Blimp Boy waddled as fast as his plump little legs would allow him, trying desperately not to incur his old adversaries wrath. He'd learned the hard way what the immense sumo's reactions were like when he failed to carry out orders or struggled with an exercise. Purple Jester looked on with delight from the centre of the ring, enjoying the spectacle of his sidekick being put through his paces.
"That's it Blimp! Take smaller steps, but waddle quicker. It'll help you keep your balance." Said the villain smugly as Ozeki delivered another slap to his sidekick's sore ass. Blimp Boy was too out of breath to even yelp as he gasped for breath through his chubby cheeks. He felt as if he'd run ninety miles, not nine laps of a ten-foot diameter circle! Finally he completed the tenth circuit and stood on his shaky legs puffing and panting, whilst Ozeki and Purple Jester conversed. He felt like collapsing to the floor, but Blimp Boy knew that even in his un-inflated state, trying to stand up from prone was virtually impossible. His legs felt like jelly, threatening to buckle under his immense weight, but he had no choice but to stand still, hoping that he'd soon recover.
"This must be the ultimate humiliation for him. To have once been the world's fittest man, transformed to a dumpy, little man-ball must be very degrading. I commend your method of revenge Jester, particularly allowing me to take part in it." Smiled Ozeki wickedly as he eyed up his former adversary, with a mixture of disdain and smugness "But as a sidekick he's useless. I doubt he could fit through most doors, and he's so fat he's almost immobile. It'll take weeks of training just to get him capable of climbing stairs unaided!"
"Time is something we have plenty of Ozeki. Besides, thanks to this little man-blimp I was able to successfully infiltrate the Justice Friends secret base and abduct Leopardo right under their very noses. Not before leaving them with some goodbye presents of course." Smiled Jester.
"You have Leopardo here too?!" Exclaimed the Steel Sumo in amazement.
"Yes but regrettably he's… rather busy at the moment. You'll get to see him soon enough."
As the two villains conversed Blimp Boy finally gave up trying to stand and sank to his knees, rolling awkwardly onto his belly and then rolling over onto his back, leaving his arms and legs flailing like an up-turned beetle. Ozeki immediately shouted at him to get up, but Jester placated the huge sumo, pulling a remote control device from his belt.
"I think now would be an idea time to show you just what's so special about Blimp Boy." He said calmly pressing a few buttons with his thumb.
The quiet hissing began causing Ozeki to glance quizzically at Purple Jester. Instinctively Blimp Boy relaxed his body, letting his already round body begin to steadily increase in size, his stomach the first part to gradually swell. Ozeki's eyes bulged with amazement and the fat young man began to inflate, his plump arms and legs slowly being absorbed by his expanding torso. Blimp Boy carefully looked over his swelling shape, checking for any potential problems, but the big problem, he didn't see he felt. As his belly rounded out and his groin pushed down he felt a twinge of discomfort, then pain.
"Oomph! Jester! The sumo belt… It's… Too tight!" He gasped as the Mawashi his master had dressed him in began to dig in to his swelling groin.
"Oh yes! Silly me." Tutted Jester to himself and he knelt down between his inflating sidekick's almost non-existent legs and taking hold of the garment. He tried to pull the belt off but it was getting too tight, resulting in him dragging the bloated Blimp Boy across the floor.
"Ozeki. We need to get this Mawashi off of him. Can you please hold him still whilst I try again?"
The sumo knelt down and took a firm hold of Blimp Boy's hands, as Jester tried again to yank off the belt his sidekick was wearing. After several attempts the Mawashi finally sprang free and Blimp Boy's body surged to an almost perfect sphere, save for his head, hands and feet. The relieved young man let out a gasp as Jester and the Steel Sumo rolled him up onto his little feet. Ozeki couldn't believe what he saw. Before he'd been amazed to see that Jester had turned Power Man, his greatest adversary, into a fat little man, but before him now was a human sphere, a tanned man ball almost as wide as he was tall. Slowly the Steel Sumo began to clap his huge hands together as he walked around the globular little man, a look of astonishment on his face. Finally he stopped pacing and looked up at Purple Jester, continuing to applaud the villain's handiwork. Blimp Boy shifted on his feet nervously, glancing up at the Japanese villain who towered over him, never before had he felt so helpless and vulnerable. Ozeki had a wild temper and more than ever before, Power Man was at his mercy. Humbly Jester accepted the sumo's praise with a nod and gesture of acknowledgement.
"So what's he inflated with? Air?" Asked Ozeki, leaning in close to run a huge hand way across the man-ball's spherical torso. Blimp Boy looked into the sumo's leering eyes, trembling as his former adversary continued to examine his swollen body with evident relish. The helpless young man quickly looked away, gulping as Ozeki's huge hand ran slowly but firmly ran down past the equator of his spherical belly. Not only was he scared, but he was ashamed to be aroused. Excited by how his impossibly round belly was being admired, almost worshiped. He clenched his fists and screwed up his eyes trying to will this sensation away, his feet making tiny shuffling movements as he tried hopelessly to shuffle out of the mighty Sumo's grasp. Ozeki was oblivious, relishing the humiliation that Power Man must be feeling as a human balloon.
"Air? I could do, but not this time. Thanks to my team of scientists I can inflate Blimp Boy with any number of useful gasses, this time I've filled him with bounce gas. He's little more than a human rubber ball now." Smirked Jester.
"A rubber ball eh?" Pondered Ozeki as he straightened up, eyeing the helpless young man over. Stepping forward he gave Blimp Boy gentle push and rolled him onto his back, causing the young man to wiggle his hands and feet helplessly in protest. Ozeki gave the flesh coloured sphere a prod with his massive foot and watched him roll him across the floor, only stopping when he bumped against the wall. Jester chuckled to himself at what he saw, but decided not to interrupt, this is just the kind of humiliating treatment that Power Man needed to push any ideas of defiance out of his head. Only then would he truly be his obedient sidekick; Blimp Boy, which would be the ultimate defeat for such a proud hero. Much to his delight Ozeki rolled the helpless Blimp Boy into the middle of the room and lifted him up with ease. With a grunt of effort the Steel Sumo threw the man-ball to the floor and he bounced with a loud 'BOING!' up into the ceiling and down again. 'BOING! BOING!'
"Jester! Help!" Squealed his spherical sidekick as Ozeki began to bounce the young man like a huge basketball.
"Very good! Very good Ozeki!" Laughed Jester over the loud boings as he watched the former hero being used like a child's toy. "Maybe I should have called him 'Ball Boy' instead!"

Leopardo's protests became muffled as one of the scientists strapped the ball gag in place. They had removed the dazed hero from the 'stretching room' as they called it and had taken him to one of their laboratories, but not before dispensing more humiliation on him. Powerless to stop them Leopardo had looked on as they had removed his shackles and attached his ankles to a drum, winding him around it like a garden hose until only his head remained. A couple of battlebots carried the rolled-up hero across the base, flanked by scientists who delighted in revealing their findings and making suggestions as what to do with him next. As his senses returned he'd begun to protest at what they were doing to him, to such a degree that upon entering the lab, he'd been forcibly gagged, ready for stage two of the experiments.
"Now, now Leopardo. All this struggling isn't helping us much is it? I suggest that you stop now and make it easy on yourself." Admonished one of the scientists taking the hero's head in his hands and nodding to one of his colleagues, who began to slowly rotate the drum, unwinding the hero. The scientist slowly walked backwards until Leopardo's stretched body flopped to the floor with a rubbery slap. Quickly the hero's head was strapped into a metallic collar, which was bolted into place on a strange looking machine. Gradually Leopardo's body began to return to normal. His elasticised body seemed to contract, slowly at first, but then gathering momentum until he had returned to his original, if slightly pinker shape. Groggily his arms and legs steadied himself against the machine that he'd been attached to, woozily checking himself to make sure he was in one piece. Before he'd regained full strength his hands were buckled behind his back and his feet shackled to the floor whilst the scientists gathered around to watch the next part of their experiments.
"We have achieved hyper elasticity in the subject's body, but I now intend to determine if this has been achieved in his head, which, as you all know, was of most importance to Purple Jester." Said one of the scientists as he addressed his colleagues.
He jabbed a button on the heavy looking piece of machinery and a clamp descended onto Leopardo's head. Wide eyed, the super hero looked up in terror as the clamp began to push down hard onto his skull. He glanced about with a pleading look at the scientists, but they ignored him as they would a lab rat, making notes or whispering to each other as the pressure increased. Gradually Leopardo's head began to squash, spreading slowly wider as the clamp pushed down on his skull. The scientist in charge began reading out numbers and dimensions as the flattening of the hero's head continued, forcing him to struggle fruitlessly against his bonds. Leopardo's muffled moans became quieter as the clamp pressed down further until there was only a two-inch high gap, the same diameter as the ball gag.
"Let's have a look at him shall we?" Asked the lead scientist as he jabbed a few controls on the machine's keypad. With a hiss the clamp rose up slowly. As the restraining bolts were released he helped Leopardo upright and there were a few gasps of amazement. The hero's face was a circle two inches thick; his eye's blinking in amazement at what had just happened to him. There was a short round of applause and several pats on backs as the distorted Leopardo was shown to the small crowd. Slowly the confused hero's face began to reshape itself, slowly filling out until Leopardo's features had returned to normal. He shook his head, disorientated by what had just happened. There was a short round of applause and the scientists began to congratulate each other quite enthusiastically. As a couple of Battlebots approached to take the rubber-like hero back to his cell, he overheard the discussion that was being had about him and mysterious person called 'Blimp Boy:
"This is excellent! Purple Jester will be pleased. All the benefits of Morpho Man, but without the self control, just as he wanted."
"We've had Blimp Boy on a course of the ruberisation serum for several days now, he's ready for the pressure chamber. How's the construction of the industrial sized one coming along?"
"It's almost ready. He's getting so wide we'll have to get him into it soon, before he's too fat to fit inside!"
"Well, when we tell Jester what we've accomplished I'm sure he'll want to get the little porker elasticised as soon as possible. I can't wait to see the results."
"What does he want us to do with Leopardo now then?"
"Jester said that as far as he's concerned we could do what we like to him. Any ideas?"
"Hmmmm… I've got a few…"

Blimp Boy let the scientists help him into the pink lycra cocoon, steadily eating some delicious cream cakes that Hypnotica teased into his mouth as the men around him ensured that his arms were held firm at his side in the tight garment.
"That's it Blimp. Don't worry about what's happening here, just concentrate on these cakes and how good they taste." She purred as he looked up at her and gave a slight nod, his rosy cheeks burgeoning with cream and pastry. He felt the sting of a syringe in his ass, but ignored it. He was so used to having strange drugs and chemicals pumped into him that he hardly even paid attention to it anymore. Carefully they worked the cocoon up his body and pulled up the hood, holding him almost rigid in it's tightness. Regardless, he continued to eat even as he started to feel a little bit light headed, luckily there were enough of the men in lab coats to hold the young man upright. Atop the hood was a steel ring stitched into place on the garment, which was now used to loop a hook through from a crane. The cable pulled tight holding the increasingly woozy Blimp Boy steady and leaving the scientists free to continue his preparation. Hypnotica continued to feed him, but he was finding it harder and harder to chew, as if his mouth was working in slow motion. Around him the world became a blur of activity as if time had drastically speeded up. Suddenly he was hoisted into the air by the cable and swung across the room to a large cylinder almost as wide as it was high. He was lowered inside, proving to be a snug fit and a coupled of blurred scientists pulled a tight hood over his face, blocking out all his senses and starving him of oxygen. He tried to call out for help, particularly when he felt an oily liquid begin to fill the cramped tube. His muffled, slurred calls for help were ignored and the pressure began to build, squeezing his bloated body like a balloon underwater. Greater and greater the pressure grew making Blimp Boy feel as if he were trapped in some huge vice getting twisted tighter and tighter. Fear washed over him, combining with his suffocation to fill his panicking mind with bizarre images. The last thought he had before blacking out was that he was being changed, compacted back into shape he was as the world's fittest man, and that scared him the most.

Blimp Boy awoke with a start, instinctively his plump little hands reached for his enormous belly, and he relaxed with a sigh. He lay there for a while slowly rubbing his near spherical belly, chewing his lip and straining his neck to admire it as it loomed above him. It felt good. He was naked in his room, laid on his special bed that had morphed to accommodate his round torso. Blimp Boy's hands roamed all over his almost spherical body, admiring how round he was and how aroused he was by the fact.
Purple Jester, Hypnotica and Ozeki watched him on a surveillance camera as the young man continued to check himself out.
"So you hypnotised him into thinking that he wants to be Blimp Boy?" asked Ozeki as he leaned closer, examining the man-ball on screen.
"Well, it's more complicated than that. Maybe you should explain Hypnotica?"
"I'd be delighted to Purple Jester." Purred the villainess, turning to the Steel Sumo. "The trick with the best hypnotism is to make the victim… I mean subject, convince themselves that this is what they are thinking is their own choice. Power Man was the world's fittest man, so to convince him to turn his ideals on his head, we had to be very subtle, and work with what we had. Through careful use of drugs and chemicals we've managed to turn his belly into one giant erogenous zone. At every opportunity we rub and caress it, but particularly when he's being fed or has been inflated. This has means he equates being fattened or a blimp with pleasure, something he's never experienced before, so he's a little confused and uncomfortable with it. I've also sown the seeds of doubt into his mind about what his secret desires as Power Man were, using hypnotism to convince him that he'd occasionally fantasized about being a fat. Jester has also told him how we had to do little to convince him to gain so much weight because he suspects that inside the athletic body of Power Man was a fat man waiting to eat his way out. We just unleashed him. So now he's confused about who he really is. And a confused mind is the easiest to manipulate."
"By why convince him? Wouldn't it be better to have him live with the humiliation of what you've done to him? The once great Power Man nothing more than a harmless little fat man?" queried Ozeki turning his attention away from the screen.
"Oh but this is so much better," beamed Jester gleefully "this way he'll be even easier to control. Plus, by the time we're finished with him, he'll be ashamed to have ever been Power Man, eternally grateful for what we've done to him. A much better result I think you'll agree?"
Ozeki gave a thoughtful nod. There was no doubt that what Jester had done here was a work of genius. Turning the world's fittest superhero into the world's fattest henchman was poetic, particularly when the victim was thankful for the transformation. The sumo looked back to the screen, the man-ball was asleep now, a look of happy contentment on his plump face.

Blimp Boy knew something was different right after he'd deflated for the first time that day. Rather than just a pair of tights the battlebots dressed him in a strange silken shirt, something they'd never done before. Half the shirt was black, the rest yellow and perfectly tailored to fit his abnormally shaped body. The curious outfit was completed with a pair of purple tights, which made him look not unlike a male ballerina, only much, much fatter. Maybe this was his new costume? He'd overheard Jester talking with the scientists about a new outfit for his sidekick, but there was something about the style and design that didn't seem right. He was soon distracted by thoughts of food and what he'd have for breakfast, and with the help of the battlebots he waddled his way to the canteen.
But when he arrived the room was virtually empty save for Hypnotica and one battlebot holding the giant purple and yellow cake, the same one that Jester had tempted him with before the infiltration of the Justice Friends base. Blimp Boy licked his lips and automatically began rubbing his big belly in anticipation. He waddled straight past Hypnotica towards the cake, but as he neared the battlebot lifted it up out of his reach, forcing the fat little man to make tiny little standing jumps with his arms extended, whining with hunger and annoyance.
"Ah, ah." Admonished Hypnotica waggling her finger at the little fat man. "Not yet Blimp Boy, You've got a big day ahead of you and I've got a few guests for you to meet first."
"But I'm hungry Hypnotica! I'm so hungry I think I'll die! I want that cake now!" Sulked Blimp Boy as he teetered on his plump little toes trying desperately to reach it.
"Yes, he is very fat." Rasped a sultry voice that Blimp Boy had never heard before. Momentarily forgetting about his appetite he glanced around inquisitively.
As if they had appeared out of nowhere stood three, tall slender women wearing tight black leather and stern expressions. They stared intensely at the young man as he regarded them nervously, wondering where they had come from and why they were here. Slowly, moving with the feline grace of a pride of lionesses the three women approached and began to circle him, silently eying the rotund man up and down. He took a few waddling steps and shifting uncomfortably under the intense gazes of the mysterious women. Finally they stopped walking and began poking and prodding his round torso, causing him to push their hands away with annoyance. He was in no mood for this. If they wanted to check him out they'd have to feed him first. He tried to ignore them, turning to reach for the giant, purple cake, which was still just out of his reach. That's when he felt a hand glide up under his shirt and begin to delicately stroke his distended navel. Blimp Boy tried to ignore the unwanted attention, but he let out a gasp of pleasure, gulping in astonishment at how aroused the woman was making him feel. The other two continued their examination of his body, hitching up his shirt and running their fingers over his rubbery skin. The blonde woman, her hair pulled back in a severe ponytail took a step back from the examination to address Hypnotica.
"This boy isn't fat is he? What exactly have you done to him?" She rasped in her seductive voice. Hypnotica smiled nodded in acknowledgement, stepping forward to the little fat man in question.
"Jester and his scientists know more about what's been done to Power Man than I do, but as far as I understand it he is 'fat' just in a different way." She leaned in to run her hand across the rubbery skin of Blimp Boy's exposed stomach. "When he eats his body processes all the fat into a kind of gel that it distributes evenly across his whole torso, making it rotund rather than saggy. Jester calls this gel 'fat fuel' because it's what Blimp Boy's body uses to produce the gas. When activated the organs in his belly secrete chemicals into the fat fuel, which dissolves into gas and he inflates like a balloon. So basically; the more he eats, the more fat fuel his body produces and the bigger we can inflate him."
The blonde woman nodded, arching her eyebrows at her colleagues who continued to excite the young man as he stood with his eyes shut, swaying slightly in pleasure.
"Hmm… Interesting… So you want us to make him eat that whole cake in one sitting? It's certainly a challenge, but one that we'll relish." The blonde purred as she scooped a finger of purple cream from the huge cake and smeared it around Blimp Boys lips. He flapped his hands with delight and licked his lips hungrily, letting out moans of pleasure at the exotic taste. But the moans of delight turned to moans of annoyance as he realised that she was teasing him with it. He stamped his stocking feet in protest.
"Patience Blimp Boy." Purred the blonde. "We don't want to keep your audience waiting."
He looked at her quizzically as the other women began to carefully manoeuvre him around towards a set of double doors the other side of the canteen, following the cake-carrying battlebot as it slowly trundled away. Hypnotica handed the mysterious blonde a tissue and she wiped off the purple stain on her finger, knowing what could happen if it was left there too long.

Purple Jester met Blimp Boy and the four women in the corridor outside. He took a few moments to admire his sidekick's new costume before addressing the women.
"Everything is ready. The battlebot is placing the cake on a table in the conference room as we speak, and I've already explained to our visitors what's going to happen. I'll have Blimp Boy say a few words and then you can get to work."
The ladies all nodded and then strode confidently down the corridor. When they opened the double doors at the end there was a commotion and the flash of camera bulbs, and they struck sexy poses, disappearing from site as the doors swung shut.
"Okay Blimp, today's a big day." Confided Jester leaning down to look into the fat little man's face. "Today I'm going to introduce the new you to the press and we're going to try and break a few world records at the same time. I'm also going to inflate you big with a new gas, but keep that a secret for now. They'll find out what you're capable of soon enough."
Jester took a few moments to check over his sidekick, smoothing down the shirt and making sure his tights were pulled up, before helping him to waddle down the corridor and into the conference room.
Beyond the double doors was a large hall with about 30 or so reporters and cameramen. As soon as Blimp Boy waddled in flashbulbs began going off and a murmur went off from the crowd, all rising to their feet at the sight of the former hero. Jester made him pose for some photographs, rubbing and prodding his sidekick's enormous belly to emphasise how fat he was. Blimp Boy shielded his eyes from the flashbulbs and the bright lights, not knowing what to say or do. Jester spoke to the reporters, trying to answer the torrent of questions thrown at him, whilst the fat little man beside him stood there bemused.
"Yes. Yes. Yes. This is Power Man, or at least WAS Power Man. As you can see he's not the man he used to be. No it really is him, he's just a bit shorter and much, much fatter. Make sure that you get lot's of pictures of him so that you can all go back to your newspapers and websites and compare the images of the old Power Man to the new Power Man. But… Oops… How silly of me. He doesn't like to be called Power Man anymore; his new name is 'Blimp Boy'! Would you like to say a few words to the press Blimp Boy?"
"H… Hi…" Mumbled the former hero squinting into the harsh lights.
"What's happened to you Power Man?" Cried a reporter looking the rotund young man up and down.
"Erm… I fattened up." Answered Blimp Boy, still bemused by the press attention.
"We can see that!" Shouted another reporter "But you used to be the world's fittest man! What has Jester done to you to make you want to be the world's fattest man instead?"
"Power Man was living in denial. He was a fat man living in a thin man's body. All I've done is show him that being there's nothing wrong with being fat and he's much happier now. Isn't that right Blimp?" Blimp Boy nodded, still wondering why the reporter had mentioned 'The worlds fattest man'.
"Y… Yeah. I like being fat and round. Jester feeds me all the time and helps me to gain weight. He makes sure that I'm well fed and never go hungry."
"Powe… I mean Blimp Boy, why on earth would you want to be Jester's sidekick!" Cried a reporter at the front. Blimp Boy thought for a moment, gently caressing his enormous man gut. Jester lent down and patted it, smiling at the former hero.
"Because… Because I'm happier being Blimp Boy than I was as Power Man! I love eating. There's nothing better than a gorging on snacks and treats until I'm plum full. Power Man could never do that, but Blimp Boy does, all the time! I'm a fat, waddling sidekick and I love it!" There were a few gasps from the crowd of reporters as the rotund young man finished speaking. Even he was a little surprised by his outburst, but he remembered how he used to imagine himself being overweight. There was no point in denying that he was the happiest he'd ever been.
"Is this for real?" Asked another reporter, clearly disbelieving of what he was being told.
"Why of course it is. Blimp; pull up your shirt and let these reporters see that lovely big belly of yours." Coyly Jester's sidekick pulled up his shirt and slowly arched his spine, proudly pushing out his almost spherical belly for the press to see. A couple of reporters stepped forwards and gingerly ran their hands over the fat man's belly. Blimp Boy shivered with delight at the sensation, himself running one hand over his girth admiringly, like a pregnant woman relishing her bump. Jester joined in, leaning over the little man's shoulder as he addressed the reporters.
"See how happy he is? The people of Megalo City should be ashamed of themselves, forcing Power Man to conform to a body ideal that they inflicted upon him. Luckily, I am an open-minded man and decided to help the so-called superhero become what he's always secretly wanted to be. Without the public cheering him on, then Power Man would have been nothing more than a rotund couch potato getting fat on chips and dips."
"You can't seriously expect us to believe you? Surely you've had him hypnotised or brainwashed." One of the reporters pointed out.
"Enough of this!" Barked Jester as he clapped his hands together. "We've got some records to break!"
The press were ushered back by a couple of battlebots as two men in suits walked over to Blimp Boy. One carried a clipboard, the other a set of industrial looking scales, some callipers and a tape measure. As directed by Jester the young man eased himself onto the weighing scales as they were placed by his feet. One of the men bent down to check the measurement whilst the other proceeded to use the callipers and tape to record just how big the former hero had become. When they were done the men backed away and Blimp Boy was helped over to the large table on which the huge purple cake had been placed. The three mysterious women he had met earlier were there, all wearing disposable plastic gloves and coats. The four of them posed for some pictures, the photographers telling them to "rub his belly", "look amazed at how fat he is" and "pretend to feed him". When that was done they eased him onto a big, reinforced chair and tucked a napkin under his double chin.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the press." Began Jester with a theatrical flourish of his arms. "Today Blimp Boy is going to attempt to break 2 world records; world's fattest man and most weight gained in an hour. I have had the world's best feeders flown in from overseas to help him achieve these goals and I'm sure you are as eager as I am to ensure that this young man succeeds. So if everyone is ready…"
The men in suits prepared their stopwatches and the three women scooped up big handfuls of the cake into their gloved hands, all waiting for Jester to give the word. Blimp Boy licked his lips hungrily at the prospect of a super feeding looking up expectantly at the three poised feeders.
"GO!"
The first piece of gooey, sugary cake was pushed into the young man's eager mouth, pushing out his cheeks as the feeder eased it all the way in. After months of training Blimp Boy had no problem gulping down the mouthful opening wide for the next. The shape of the three women was silhouetted from all the flashbulbs going off, but he could see a malevolent glee in their eyes as he gulped down more and more of the delicious cake. Jester slowly circled the quartet, his arms folded behind his back as he observed the steady gorging of his former adversary, occasionally stopping to prod the young man's copious girth. The tall, blonde feeder pushed one, then another handful of cake into Blimp Boy's labouring mouth, before circling around behind him, squatting down so that she could whisper in his ear.
"What has Jester done to you Power Man?" She purred in her sexy voice "Of all the people I thought I'd get to force feed, I never thought one of them would be you. You're so… so willing. I like that. Submissive subjects are the best ones to work on. By the time we've finished with you my boy, your current shape will seem anorexic! No. Don't try and answer me, just eat"
Handful after handful of Jester's purple cake was pushed between Blimp Boy's unresisting lips, as the blonde whispered words of encouragement in his ear. The former hero rubbed the sides of his steadily filling belly as the women pressed on with the feeding marathon. As he ate, the fat sidekick began to think about what Jester had said to the press. Had he really been a closet fatty, hiding away inside his athletic body by exercising and staying healthy, when really he just wanted to be a fat little man content just to eat? The blonde whispered soothing words in his ear as more cake was pushed into his mouth, telling him how well he was doing and how much she loved what they were doing to him. Blimp Boy imagined himself as an ordinary guy who'd stay at home watching TV and eating potato chips, or ordering pizza. He imagined how fat he'd get just lazing around, feeding his face, content to be called 'fatso' or 'lardass'. Thoughts of midnight snacks, fast foot and candy bars, the things he'd denied himself as Power Man flooded into his mind as he thought about what his life could have been. Was his unhappiness all because the people of Megalo City had wanted him to be their hero? Well he'd show them! He'd get fatter than any man ever had! With relish he started chewing less and gulping more much to the delight of Jester and the blonde feeder.
"That's it Blimp! Let's show the people of this city what you really are!" Encouraged Jester.
Blimp Boy pushed on gasping for breath whenever he could between the handfuls of cake. All three women were working on him now, a constant chain of food firmly pushed into his eager mouth. He could feel his stomach starting to bulge as they steadily filled him, but there was something else too. As he ate he began to feel strange, almost like a million tiny brushes were tickling his skin. He tried to ignore it, concentrating on being fed, but the sensation grew steadily worse, making the fat young man squirm in his seat. Hypnotica appeared at his shoulder, brandishing a mirror.
"Don't panic Blimp." She giggled holding the mirror in front of his face "You're just turning purple."
Blimp Boy blinked at the face he saw in the mirror. His plump face was starting to change, a slight lilac tinge across his skin an indication of what was to come.
"Every mouthful of Jester's cake is turning you more and more purple." The villainess explained with evident glee. "Purple Jester wants a purple sidekick, and that's you. Blimp Boy is going to be a little purple fat man. This is almost the last stage that Jester has for turning you into Blimp Boy, but it's your choice. The colour change is permanent. If that's what you want open wide. If not you can stop eating."
The fat little man paused, his cheeks stuffed with the delicious cake as he thought for a moment about what he was doing, another gooey handful of cake pressed against his mauve lips. He looked up into the eyes of the feeder, opened wide and gulped it into his already straining mouth.

"Good boy!" Exclaimed Jester; patting his sidekick's straining belly "You know you're making the right choice!"
Blimp Boy agreed with a slight nod. The less he saw of Power Man when he looked in the mirror the better. If Jester wanted him to be purple then so be it! He was Blimp Boy now, not some freakish superhero who only ate health food and exercised everyday. His old self was just a memory and it was time to embrace what he had become. The press were starting to notice the change in his skin colour and a fresh battery of flash bulbs went off, the reporters speaking excitedly into microphones and voice recorders.
"Behind me, as the former superhero embarks on two world record attempts, I can see that he is slowly starting to change colour…"
"…Almost like a human beetroot…"
"…Even the hair of the man we've been informed is now called 'Blimp Boy' is starting to change…"
"…The more he eats the more his skin turns purple."
"Thirty minutes remaining!" Called one of the men in suits, holding his stopwatch above his head.
Blimp Boy tried to look past the feeders, only catching glimpses of the cake, as they busied back and forth from it. There was more than half of it left! He'd have to push himself harder, really go for it. Less chewing more gulping. He rubbed the sides of his belly, checking to see how full he felt. There was definitely more room. Then he felt a twinge, making him gasp just enough to have more cake pushed in. He recovered quickly, swallowing the whole mouthful, thanks to special modifications that Jester's scientists had made to his gullet. The super villain leaned in close to his sidekick's ear, whispering softly to him.
"Yes, you're beginning to inflate, but slowly, like I said you would earlier. You need to really start eating faster now. Start thinking like Blimp Boy. I want you to push yourself to the limit of your appetite. Get as big and round as you can."
Jester's words of encouragement pushed the young man on. He was Blimp Boy; the world's fattest sidekick, soon to be the world's fattest man! Jester wanted to help him achieve his dream, to make him bigger and fatter. He rubbed his steadily filling sides, gulping the cake faster and faster, revelling in the comfort he took in being a fat, almost immobile man. The shirt stretched tighter across his spherical torso as he filled, beginning to strain at the seams. As the minutes went by his arms and legs began to plump up straightening out as they filled with the new gas. But the inflation was so gradual, almost expected by the press that the young man's steadily rounding figure was simply part of the record attempt. As he started to get too big for the chair, Jester had two battlebots carefully roll him forward onto his plump little feet, the robot's servo's straining under the young man's increased weight. He took a few waddling steps as his stance widened, whilst Jester and Hypnotica helped him to keep his balance. The cake kept coming and although he was starting to feel full, Blimp Boy continued to feed revelling in what he was becoming. Nothing mattered to him except eating. As the men in suits called out ten minutes to go the press were getting more frantic.
"What I'm seeing is incredible. The former superhero, Power Man, is continuing to eat at a phenomenal rate…"
"…Swelling up like a balloon…"
"…His body growing round, almost spherical…"
"…So fat that his arms and legs are being absorbed into his enormous body."
The shirt pulled tighter across his swelling chest, rising up at the waist. Beneath it his huge belly ballooned forth, now almost the same colour as his tights, much to Jester's delight. With a 'pop!' the first of the buttons flew off revealing more of Blimp Boy's spherical torso. Seconds later the next one followed and the next until his stomach surged forward unhindered by the ruined clothing. Jester and Hypnotica eased the shirt from the little round man, but Blimp Boy was oblivious not missing a mouthful of the rapidly diminishing cake. However as the men in suits called out that there was one minute remaining the young man's gorging momentum had begun to slow. The combination of the extreme feeding coupled with his body inflation was getting too much for the feedee, who began chew more and swallow less. Jester urged him to push on and really go for it for the last minute, but the human balloon merely looked up at him meekly, his purple cheeks bulging with cake as he tried in vain to eat faster. Turning, the villain whispered something to the blonde feeder and she barked out some commands in a language that Blimp Boy didn't understand. Almost at once they stopped feeding the food into his labouring mouth, instead forcing it in. The ferocity of the sudden stuffing almost made the young feedee choke, forcing his cheeks out to gerbil sized proportions as he tried desperately to swallow. More and more of the cake was pushed into his already over filled mouth as the men in suits announced there was 30 seconds remaining. Jester and Hypnotica gave more encouragement as the last few handfuls of cake were pushed in the men began a ten second count down With his eyes screwed tightly shut Blimp Boy tried desperately to swallow, chewing exhaustedly when he felt a firm hand on the back of his neck. Opening his eyes he saw the blonde feeder hefting the last large piece of the cake, a wickedly expectant look on her face.
"Open wide my boy. Here's the last bit of cake for you."
Obediently, as the five-second countdown began, Blimp Boy did as he was told. Using the heel of her hand the feeder forced the last piece of cake between the young man's quivering lips, gritting her teeth through the effort. Blimp Boy's eyes bulged wide as he gulped down the food.
"STOP!"

Slowly Jester, Hypnotica and the three women backed away from Blimp Boy, stepping back to let the press see what had been done to him. Balancing awkwardly on his tiny, plump, little feet was a human sphere, nervously gulping down the cake in his ballooned cheeks as the men in suits approached him. As before they measured him with the tape, as he could only look on helplessly, trying to maintain his balance. Then they produced the callipers and began probing his rotundness for a good place to measure. Blimp Boy squirmed nervously, worried that they would realise his bloated body was down to inflation, not eating. But the men squeezed a few inches of flab between the callipers and made a satisfactory reading. Confused he glanced at Jester who winked back knowingly. The two men briefly exchanged notes and then turned to give the press a thumbs up. Blimp Boy was now officially the world's fattest man! There was a burst of camera flashes as Jester, the four women and the purple man-ball that was Blimp Boy reacted to the news. The super villain clapped smugly at the news as Hypnotica and the feeders jumped about excitedly congratulating each other. The rotund record breaker could only blink at the news and try to take a few teetering steps on his tiny purple feet. At the request of the press Jester posed with his new sidekick, as did Hypnotica and the three women, patting, rubbing and prodding the man-ball's spherical body. The blonde feeder seemed particularly impressed at what they'd done to Blimp Boy.
"If you ever want to pimp him out then give me a call, I know some guys who'd love to have some fun with a super-fat Power Man." She purred handing the supervillain a business card amidst the constant barrage of flashbulbs.
After several minutes of photographs, Jester addressed the throng of reporters and cameramen, thanking them for their time before turning to his battle bots and instructing them to, "Roll this Blimp into the canteen." As he heard those words Blimp Boy reacted as he'd been trained, and flattened his hands to his sides, ready to be rolled like a huge beach ball by the powerful robots. Moments later they were easing him onto his back and manoeuvring him into position, much to the delight of the press, whose cameras burst forth with another barrage of flashes. With whining servos the two robots began rolling the purple man-ball through the double doors and back into the virtually empty canteen. Carefully they eased him back up onto his feet, just in time for Jester and Hypnotica to walk in.
"Well Blimp, how does it feel to have gone from the world's fittest man to the world's fattest man?" Smirked Purple Jester as he patted his sidekick's roundness.
"But you inflated me…" The young man said, glancing first at Jester and then down at his spherical body. The villain sniggered and gave squeezed a couple of inches of flab on the man-balls immense stomach, making him yelp.
"Of course I did! But those fools from the record books didn't know that. They'll be heading back to their offices now and the book gets published at the end of the week, so I'll just have to keep you inflated and on show to the public until then. By the time they realise that the Power Man has become a human balloon it'll be too late and you'll be on record as the world's fattest man!" The villain giggled gleefully.
"But I'm flabby? How did you make me flabby? Normally when I'm plumb full of gas my skin's like a rubber ball."
"You can thank the scientists for that. They've created a special gas for this wonderful hoax called flab gas. It's quite brilliant, something to do with moisture, but essentially you're more like a water bomb now than a helium balloon." Jester laughed slapping Blimp Boys torso enough to make it wobble slightly with it's sloshing contents. That made sense to the young man. He felt much heavier than usual, but he had thought that was down to the amount he's eaten and not what he'd been inflated by. No wonder the men from the record books had managed to squeeze his 'flab'.
"Jester? Can we quit the talking now please?" Sulked Hypnotica impatiently. "I want to see if your latest modification to him has worked."
"Yes, yes my dear. I'm afraid I got a bit carried away with the hoax. I can't wait to see what the papers make of it!" Smiled Jester as he pulled the remote control device from his belt and jabbed the button. Almost at once the audible hissing began causing Blimp Boy to look at them in panic.
"Jester! Stop! I'm as big as I can get! Stop or I'll burst!" Gulped the man-ball flapping his hands impotently in protest.
Jester ignored the panicking human balloon and began checking over his slowly expanding body. Hypnotica looked on, intrigued at what was happening to Jester's sidekick as his already spherical torso gradually swelled bigger. Blimp Boys protests soon stopped, as the pressure inside him grew greater, causing him to take shallow breaths. With his eyes wide he glanced about in terror waiting to hear the sound of his body exploding. But instead the two villains looked on at him intently, with wicked looks of delight on their expectant faces. Hypnotica was the first to spot what was happening and gleefully turned to Jester.
"Blimp Boy's starting to get quite a trout pout isn't he?" She chuckled, pointing at the young man's mouth. Sure enough his lips were plumping up as if being filled with collagen. Bigger, rounder and fuller they grew as Blimp Boy could only helplessly try to see what was happening. His new pout trembled as he puffed and panted under the strain of his expanding body, looking like a joke pair you'd buy from a costume shop. Confident that the swelling had stopped, Purple Jester turned his attention back to his sidekick's gargantuan waistline.
"These tights won't be able to take it much more. Help me get him out of them." He asked Hypnotica and the two villains carefully rolled the spherical young man onto his back. As they slid the tight hosiery from Blimp Boy's lower half, Hypnotica cooed to herself and once again turned to Jester.
"Look at his toes!" She exclaimed excitedly "Let's get him back upright and see what else is happening to him!"
Quickly they rolled him back onto his feet, but to his dismay Blimp Boy realised that he could no longer place both feet on the ground, he could only teeter on his tiptoes. Realising this Jester instructed the battlebots to brace the man-ball upright and stop him from rolling away, giving the two villains a chance to inspect the naked young man. They stood either side of him, paying particular attention to his face and hands as he struggled for breath against the mounting internal pressure. With great effort the human balloon managed to turn to see what they were looking at, his eyes widening at the sight. His hand looked like a purple surgical glove that had been filled with air, it's palm bulging outwards and fingers like sausages. As he watched wide-eyed the distended hand began to widen at the wrist, gradually being absorbed into his immense, spherical torso, until it was little more than diminishing bump. Jester took a few steps backwards to look over the progress of the man-balls inflation, just in time to see the bumps that were once his feet being absorbed. Blimp Boy was now a huge sphere with a seemingly tiny human head on top. Jester moved in as close as he could to his sidekick's face, gently running his hands over his immense body.
"How do you like what I've done to you Blimp? Oh no. Don't try and answer, just breathe. That's it. Puff and pant, nice shallow breaths." Soothed the villain as he secretly relished his former adversary's distress, "You can thank your old friend Morpho Man for what's happening to you right now. That raid you helped us with at the Justice Friends HQ gave me the chance to get a sample of his DNA for my scientists to work on. And since your spin in our centrifuge your skin has more in common with a latex balloon than a normal person's does. You really ARE a proper Blimp Boys now!"
But the man-ball wasn't listening, he was too busy trying to puff and pant for breath as his chubby, purple cheeks began to swell. The pressure inside him was immense, he felt as if his head was going to explode any moment. The villains looked on with eager anticipation as Blimp Boy struggled with what was happening to him, screwing his eyes up in pain. He couldn't take it he was going to… Going to… BOMPH! Like an airbag suddenly inflating the human balloon's head plumped into a complete sphere about the size of a beach ball, with his small shocked face in the centre. Unable to move his spherical head, Blimp Boy's eyes darted about in confusion as he wondered what had happened. The pain had gone, now all that remained was a mild discomfort. Like his hands and feet had done before, the young man's head continued to swell, his neck starting to widen as his face began to tilt backwards. At Jester's command the battlebots rolled the man-ball forwards allowing the villains to watch his continued expansion and the young man's confused expression. His head was now no more than a dome on the huge sphere, which slowly flattened until all that remained was Blimp Boys eye's nose and mouth. After a cursory examination Jester jabbed a button the remote control and stepped back to admire his handiwork.

"W… What have you done to me?" Stammered the sphere, still out of breath from the forced inflation.
"I've only done what you've secretly wanted me to do to you Blimp. I've turned you into a balloon, a huge, round balloon. Nothing more."
Hypnotica slowly walked around the large purple sphere, running her hand over the rubber-like surface.
"It's a perfect sphere." She gasped, amazed by Jesters' handiwork.
The super villain nodded crouching down to look the human sphere in the face. The man-ball blinked in a confused way, glancing about as if trying to work out what had happened. Jester leaned in close and wiped remnants of the purple cream away from the former hero's plump lips, smiling triumphantly at the finished product of his months of work. The villain marvelled at the glossy surface of the sphere, and gave it gentle shove, sending it rolling smoothly across the floor. Hypnotica giggled and ran to intercept it, stopping the man-ball easily before sending it rolling slowly back to Purple Jester. He searched around the sphere until he managed to find Blimp Boy's face and rolled up to meet his own.
"How does this feel?" Inquired Jester.
"I feel like I'm gonna pop!" Retorted Blimp Boy, his new plump lips causing him to mumble slightly.
"No. I mean how does this feel?" Joked smiled slighly as he ran his hands over the fruits of his labours. Blimp Boy gulped, a look of concentration flashed across his little purple face, then it changed slowly to one of realisation.
"T... This feels... right...", he blinked "I feel... good."
"What do you feel like?"
"I feel like a balloon. Like a blimp."
"So are you a man, or a blimp?"
The sphere paused as if considering this what to say, whilst behind Jester two battlebots moved a giant mirror into position. The eyes on the little face bulged wide and the plump lips formed a pout of astonishment at what they saw.
"I'm a blimp." Said the sphere softly.
"Louder."
"I'm a blimp! A big, purple blimp!"
"That's right. It's taken months, but you're finished. My big, bold statement to the superhero community. 'Power Man dared to defy the Purple Jester and paid the price. Not death, but supreme and ongoing humiliation!'" Shouted the supervillian into the air, shaking his fist triumphantly. The eyes on the sphere looked around nervously as Jester finished his defiant monologue, suddenly very aware that he was totally helpless and at the villains mercy. But the explosive show of passion vanished as quickly as it had come, replaced by a wicked grin that swept across Jester's face. He had accomplished exactly what he had set out to do; turn the world's fittest man both mentally and physically into his plaything. A man-ball, worthy only to be kept around for his creator's amusement. Jester beckoned the villainess over, his wicked smile even broader than before.
"My dear, I do believe it's time to show Power Man exactly what we've done to him."
With that Hypnotica hunched down, locking eyes with the human sphere as she began to speak softly to him. Her words became a chant and then her cold eyes began to glow an icy blue and the eyes of her victim became glazed and entranced.
"Power Man," spoke Hypnotica commandingly "return to who you were, not what you have become."
She clicked her fingers and the glazed look dissappeared from the face of her subject, instead an appearance of confusion and then anger. The sphere wobbled slightly as if trying to move.
"Jester!" Snarled the voice of Power Man, slightly distorted by his plumped, purple lips. "What have you done to me you villainous wretch?!"
"Why hello again Power Man. At least, I can only guess that you're Power Man. After all the modifications we've made to you it's so hard to tell. Don't you agree Hypnotica?"
"Oh yes. The Power Man I remember was a tall, athletic man, not a bulbous, purple sphere!" Purred the villainess as she slowly pivotted him back to look at the mirror. Again the sphere's eyes bulged, but this time in horror at the mirror's reflection. The plump lips opened in a fearful gasp.
"I... I'm a..." Stammered Power Man, his mind reeling at what he saw.
"You're a joke. A freak. An embarrassment to your former self. You're now, both in body and mind Blimp Boy. You're what I've tranformed you into for my own amusement, and you're powerless to do anything about it. But don't worry, you'll soon be thinking like the submissive little blimp I turned you into.
Hypnotica slowly walked around the large purple sphere, running her hand over the rubber-like surface.
"It's a perfect sphere." She gasped, amazed by Jesters' handiwork.

The super villain nodded crouching down to look the human sphere in the face. The man-ball blinked in a confused way, glancing about as if trying to work out what had happened. Jester leaned in close and wiped remnants of the purple cream away from the former hero's plump lips, smiling triumphantly at the finished product of his months of work. The villain marvelled at the glossy surface of the sphere, and gave it gentle shove, sending it rolling smoothly across the floor. Hypnotica giggled and ran to intercept it, stopping the man-ball easily before sending it rolling slowly back to Purple Jester. He searched around the sphere until he managed to find Blimp Boy's face and rolled up to meet his own.
"How does this feel?" Inquired Jester.
"I feel like I'm gonna pop!" Retorted Blimp Boy, his new plump lips causing him to mumble slightly.
"No. I mean how does this feel?" Joked smiled slighly as he ran his hands over the fruits of his labours. Blimp Boy gulped, a look of concentration flashed across his little purple face, then it changed slowly to one of realisation.
"T... This feels... right...", he blinked "I feel... good."
"What do you feel like?"
"I feel like a balloon. Like a blimp."
"So are you a man, or a blimp?"
The sphere paused as if considering this what to say, whilst behind Jester two battlebots moved a giant mirror into position. The eyes on the little face bulged wide and the plump lips formed a pout of astonishment at what they saw.
"I'm a blimp." Said the sphere softly.
"Louder."
"I'm a blimp! A big, purple blimp!"
"That's right. It's taken months, but you're finished. My big, bold statement to the superhero community. 'Power Man dared to defy the Purple Jester and paid the price. Not death, but supreme and ongoing humiliation!'" Shouted the supervillian into the air, shaking his fist triumphantly. The eyes on the sphere looked around nervously as Jester finished his defiant monologue, suddenly very aware that he was totally helpless and at the villains mercy. But the explosive show of passion vanished as quickly as it had come, replaced by a wicked grin that swept across Jester's face. He had accomplished exactly what he had set out to do; turn the world's fittest man both mentally and physically into his plaything. A man-ball, worthy only to be kept around for his creator's amusement. Jester beckoned the villainess over, his wicked smile even broader than before.
"My dear, I do believe it's time to show Power Man exactly what we've done to him."
With that Hypnotica hunched down, locking eyes with the human sphere as she began to speak softly to him. Her words became a chant and then her cold eyes began to glow an icy blue and the eyes of her victim became glazed and entranced.
"Power Man," spoke Hypnotica commandingly "return to who you were, not what you have become."
She clicked her fingers and the glazed look dissappeared from the face of her subject, instead an appearance of confusion and then anger. The sphere wobbled slightly as if trying to move.
"Jester!" Snarled the voice of Power Man, slightly distorted by his plumped, purple lips. "What have you done to me you villainous wretch?!"
"Why hello again Power Man. At least, I can only guess that you're Power Man. After all the modifications we've made to you it's so hard to tell. Don't you agree Hypnotica?"
"Oh yes. The Power Man I remember was a tall, athletic man, not a bulbous, purple sphere!" Purred the villainess as she slowly pivotted him back to look at the mirror. Again the sphere's eyes bulged, but this time in horror at the mirror's reflection. The plump lips opened in a fearful gasp.
"I... I'm a..." Stammered Power Man, his mind reeling at what he saw.
"You're a joke. A freak. An embarrassment to your former self. You're now, both in body and mind Blimp Boy. You're what I've tranformed you into for my own amusement, and you're powerless to do anything about it. But don't worry, you'll soon be thinking like the submissive little blimp I turned you into."
The villain gave the sphere a firm shove and it rolled across the room, coming to a rest as it bumped into the wall. He clicked his fingers and two Battlebots rumbled alonside the purple ball and began rolling it out of the room, as it protested impotently. Jester and Hypnotica followed the sphere, ignoring its cries for help and proceeded down the long corridor, only stepping in front of the purple ball to walk through the huge double doors first. Beyond was a room like a giant bowling alley. At one end a set of giant pins about eight feet high, at the other were a few familiar faces; The Heavy Mob, Evil Invader, Velka and Gang Z.The sphere was oblivious to their presence until it had been rolled up a shallow slope and positioned next to another tan-coloured sphere of the same size.
"Everyone, this is Power Man... Well, he is at the moment. Later we'll turn him back into my dumpy, submissive sidekick Blimp Boy. Until then we're going to have some fun with him. I'm sure you all know the rules to ten pin bowling. Velka, you're bowling first and as a lady I suggest you use the lighter ball: Power Man. The Leopardo ball is heavier."
As the villainess selected the purple sphere, it began to protest, glancing helplessly at the approaching battlebots.
"There's no use in trying to resist." said a familiar voice "Jester's beaten us. We can't stop them playing with us." It was Leopardo, his plumped-up-faced seemed tiny on the giant tan sphere. Power Man gulped nervously at what they'd done to his former ally, now just a freakish object of fun and ridicule at the hands of their greatest foes. The battlebots rolled the purple sphere to the top of the bowling alley lining it up in the centre for the villainess. With a hard shove Velka sent the man sphere rolling down the alley, as all the villains cheered.
"STEERRRRIKE!" Chuckled Jester triumphantly.