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Blimp Boy 2 - Part 2

By Belly577

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 became 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 skin-tight 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 specially 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 alongside 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 rubberization 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!"

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Blimp Boy 2 - Part 2

By Belly577

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 became 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 skin-tight 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 specially 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 alongside 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 rubberization 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!"