Part 1 By Mattbelly2000 and Belly577
"Not hungry sir?" Enquired Jenkins, Lord Bolt's butler, glancing down at the half eaten desert of the five course meal. The young gent, ran his hand over the contour of his fat belly.
"There's plenty of room left in here Jenkins, but I'm afraid that my lack of appetite is down to more grave matters." Jacob glanced towards the secret entrance to his lair and drummed his stout fingers on the dining room table.
"Still no word from Power Man then sir? I must say, it's very unike him not to return any communications."
"That's what concerns me. I've contacted most of the super heroes in Megalo City, but they haven't seen or heard from Power Man in over nine months. I'm worried that something could have happened to him."
At that moment, Jacob's cellphone bleeped signalling an incoming an incoming message to his secret lair beneath Bolt Mansion. Lord Bolt leapt to his feet in the manner of a man half his weight and sprinted to his bookcase. Pulling a concealed level, Jacob jumped through the opening doorway, hurriedly making for is underground control room. By the time he arrived a message had been left on the massive view screen. Quickly, Lord Bolt jabbed the buttons on the communications console and a blurred image of Power Man flashed onto the screen. The recording began to play, with flashes of static crackling across the screen.
"Come in Fat Jack. Come in BZZZZT Jack. This is Power Man I am in BZZZZT and need your assistance. BZZZZT captured and and being held at the docks in Megalo City. BZZZZZT Battle Bots. Come soon, I need help urgently!"
With a crackle of static the message ended. Jacob punched his meaty fist into the palm of his hand, this looked serious. Anyone who could capture the mighty Power Man, would surely be a real force to be reackoned with. He pressed the intercom button and broadcast a message to Jenkins, "I've got a lead on Power Man, let's get the jet loaded up. We've got a long journey to Megalo City ahead of us."
Just as he was about to leave the console and put on his magical costume, Jacob paused. Was it his imagination, or did Power Man actually look fatter on the message? Surely a person who had spent months in captivity would have lost weight rather than gaining some. He shrugged and ran for his wardrobe, time was of the essence and someone needed the help of Fat Jack!
Withn half an hour Lord Bolt's private jet, was in the air and streaking across the ocean to the other side of the world at supersonic speed. Jacob had squeezed himself into his red, white and blue costume, but left the hood rolled down, whilst Jenkins sat at the controls of the customised jet. Jacob checked the time, they'd be over the city in about two hours, it was time to formulate a plan.
"Okay Jenkins, here's what little I know. Power Man is being held captive somewhere in the Megalo City docks. I used to moor one of my yachts there, so I know the area fairly well. You take the jet in high over the area at about 800 feet, and use all the surveilance equipment to see if you can pick up anything out f the ordinary. I'll fly in low and check out the warehouses and ships. We'll stay in touch with the communicators."
When they reached the city, Jacob pulled up his hood and opened the cabin doors. He gave Jenkins a thumbs up and leapt into the roaring wind. Thanks to his magical costume, Fat Jack soared through the skies above the city, banking down towards the old dockland area. A burst of static was followed by an all clear from Jenkins, who'd found nothing on the jets scanners. Jack swept down low over the warehouses scanning for any signs of Power Man, as Jenkins circled the jet high above. The docks were strangely quiet, and Jack was about to call off the search, when he saw a fleeting, black-clad figure dart across the corner of his eye. The portly hero swung around and down towards where he'd seen the movement, landing with a hefty thump. As quietly as he could, Fat Jack began to sneak up to the warehouse, cautiously looking for any traps. Slowly peering through the doorway he could see Power Man, stood almost motionless in the centre of the huge room. Cautiously, he bagan to make his way inside the warehouse, glancing here and there amoungst the wooden crates for any signs of danger. Power Man seemed oblivious to Fat Jack's stealthy approach, but as Jack neared the image of the black-clad hero flickered. It was a hologram!Sensing a trap, Jack made for the entrance. The crates all smashed open to reveal half a dozen battlebots, rayguns at the ready. Before he could reach the doorway, Fat Jack was struck with several stun blasts and even his magical suit couldn't stop him from being knocked down. With a heavy thud, he hit the ground belly first and heard sounds of familiar laughter as he slipped into unconciousness.
He had no idea how much time had passed when he awoke, dizzy and confused. He craned his neck forwards to see where he was, shocked to see that his magical costume had been replaced by a blue lycra garment. He was also strapped to an examination table, in a room filled with ominous looking machinery. Try as he might, Jacob could not break the bindings which held him to the table, and exhausted, he could do nothing except lay still and wait for his captor. After what seemed like a lifetime of waiting, his assailant arrived.
"Tee hee! Well, well, well. Look at you Fat Jack, or should I say Lord Bolt?" Looking up, Jacob could see the figure of Purple Jester leering over him. "Don't try and deny it fatso, I know who you are. I also know that without your magical costume, you are little more that an ordinary man. But more precisely, a big, fat, ordinary man, which is just what I require."
Jacob opened his mouth to respond, and almost choked as Jester pushed a big funnel down into his throat. Turning away from the gagging hero, Purple Jester hit a few buttonson a console and a big video screen lit up, displaying Megalo City's police headquarters. He then grabbed a large jug of a stange green looking liquid and turned back to Jacob.
"Okay fatso, here's the deal. You let me pour this green goo down your throat or I'll blow up Police HQ. There's a bomb there big enough to destroy the entire block, and in order to stop that from happening you've just got to drink up."
Without waiting for a response, Jester began to pour the liquid down the funnel and into Jacob's mouth. Not wanting to be the cause of many deaths, Lord Bolt began to gulp down the strange tasting liquid. But as the jug was almost empty, Jester produced another, forcing him to continue gulping it down. But even as that one finished jester produced another jug, then another and another! Finally Jacob chugged the last of the green liquid and burped loudly as Jester removed the funnel. He could feel a strange tingling sensation in is belly. As if to emphasise the sensation, Purple Jester patted Jacobs fat belly contentedly.
"Well done. You certainly are a greedy boy. Well, I think it's about time I showed you to your room. Oh and don't try anything, or I'll blow up the Police Headquarters. Okay? Giggled Jester as he surveyed Jacobs massive belly.
With the help of a couple of battlebots, Jester rolled Jacob off the table and onto his feet. Reluctantly he followed Jester through the base to a big plush room, filled with comfortable looking furniture and a huge bed. On a table was a huge pile of delicious looking food, which smelled positively divine."Okay fatso, this'll be your room for the next few months. Staying here can either be nice and leisurely, or I can make it very uncomfortable for you, the choice is yours!" With that Jester strode out of the room and a steel door clanged shut behind him. Exhausted by the ordeal, Jacob lay down on the bed, trying to figure out how to escape. A sudden twinge of indegestion hit him, making him wince and clutch his belly. Just what was in that potion Jester had fed him, and what was it doing to him?!
To be continued....