Flash looked around, confused at what had hit him. “Uhh… What just happened?” He asked, confused. “Hah! I got you Flash!” Dr, Obesus said, revealing himself. The Flash spun around. “”Oh great, another fat villain… What’s your gimmick, eating? Being a tub of lard” Dr. Obesus rolled his eyes. “Not necessarily. I’m here to make you, Flash, into the Fattest Man Alive! And with my Blob Belt, I’ve already succeeded too.”
Flash cocked an eyebrow, “Oh, really? Cause I don’t feel very…” The Flash suddenly felt a pain in his gut and looked down. To his horror, he saw his midsection begin expanding, pushing his bright red latex suit outwards and downwards. “W-What did you do?!” He yelled as the fat began traveling up his body. “Heheh, as I said, I’m turned you into a bright red ball. You’ll keep getting fatter until you’re as big as me! Or maybe even fatter?” He grinned and slapped his orange, spandex clad gut, making it jiggle.
The Flash’s belly ballooned, and so did his thighs and forearms. His chiseled abs were long gone, replaced by a hefty, pudgy belly. His pecs became softer, turning to be, flabby moobs. His hot bubble butt expanded as well, becoming a nice, fat ass. Eventually it spread to his feet and arms, making his hands puffy and his fingers look like sausages in the red spandex that still managed to cover him. The weight gain rose upward to his face, as his cheeks started to puff out and he began developing a double chin. The whole time all he could do was watch in horror, as he becomes a huge, fat man.
“Noo… I-I’m HUGE! I’m as big as a whale!” He whimpered as he jiggled with his massive belly. He had to be at least 400 lbs., maybe even more. He couldn’t believe just how fat he was! And as he stomach began to gurgle again, he could feel himself starting to balloon even further, as his body just started getting flabbier. “Hah! Now who’s the tub of lard, hmm?” Dr. Obesus mocked him as The flash groaned as he kept getting heavier. “Ugh… I’m so fat… I’m a blimp! I-I’m going to blow up at this rate! You have to change me back!” He pleaded as his belly rippled. He felt like he had gained another 50 lbs.
Dr. Obesus shook his head, “You’re not going to explode, just pack on the pounds. Besides, why should I change you back? You look much better as a fat, red hog.” Hew grinned, “Oh, but that ‘blimp’ analogy isn’t too far off. This thing causes a few side-effects.” He chuckled as The Flash grimaced. “W-What do you mean…?”
Just then, there was another gurgle in Flash’s gut, and he grunted, before a massive, smelly FRRRRRRT came from behind him. He gasped in shock, embarrassment, and oddly, relief, and blushed as it rumbled out of him. “W-What the hell?” He asked. “Looks like you’re just full of hot air, aren’t you?” Dr. Obesus mocked.
The Flash was on the verge of tears at the humiliation. He was getting fatter and slobbier by the second and couldn’t do anything about it. He tried to run, but he was so fat now, he couldn’t use his super speed. He was powerless now. He huffed, panted, and started to sweat as he waddled toward Dr. Obesus. Dark stains started to appear in the pits and folds of his suit, and sweat rolled down his chubby face. He stopped, having to catch his breath. He couldn’t believe how winded he was. As he bent down, another huge PFFFRRRT rumbled from his bloated ass. Then, there was a sudden tearing sound, RIIIIIP, as a hole tore in the thigh of his suit.
“That’s a pretty impressive suit you’ve got there. I wasn’t expecting it to hold out so long. I’d say you were at 500 lbs now. And counting.” The Flash groaned, humiliated, and continued to waddle toward Dr. Obesus, stopping and panting, as he stood right in front of him. “Huff…Change…Me…Back…” Dr. Obesus crossed his arms and smiled. “Hate to burst your bubble, but there’s no reverse switch on it. Besides, you’re looking pretty sexy as a fat slob.”
The Flash was surprised by this comment, and his face just kept getting redder, from the exhaustion, the embarrassment of his fattening, loud farting, and suit ripping, and now from the compliments of this huge lardass. For some reason he found himself thinking he was a surprisingly… sexy… lardass, before shaking his head, trying to get those thoughts out.
“It doesn’t… Doesn’t matter… I’m still taking you in. You’re a criminal and… God, I’m tired.” He sighed, trying to place his hands on knees to catch his breath, but he belly was too big for him to reach. Dr. Obesus wasn’t paying attention, and was more focused on Flash’s flabby belly. Without warning, he grabbed it and jiggled Flash’s hefty gut to his shock. “H-Hey, what are you… S-Stop!” He yelped as Obesus just kept jiggling it, smirking as he watch the blubbery belly ripple through the spandex. He fingered Flash’s belly button through the tight fabric. Flash moaned, before realizing what he was doing and grabbed his hand. “Stop! Y-You’re going into custody, and you’re gonna work on a way to reverse this.” Dr. Obesus just smirked, “Make me, fat boy!”
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