Dr. Obesus contemplated who to strike first. There were so many good candidates; it was so hard to choose. Fortunately however, the decision was quickly made for him. There was a loud rumbling outside his hideout that piqued his interest, and he decided to check it out.
Looking out his window, he saw there was a bank robbery happening across the street, which was in the process of being thwarted by the winged, mace-wielding hero Hawkman. ‘Perfect’, he thought, as he quickly stepped back and discreetly headed over, which was a bit hard due to his weight. Well, soon that eagle-headed dope would know just what that feels like, he thought with a grin.
Arriving, panting and sweaty, he watched as Hawkman knocked away a crook trying to escape with his mace into the wall, leaving him unconscious. Another tried to get in their getaway van, but Hawkman was faster, and smashed the hood. Dr. Obesus watched in surprise at how well he handled this. Of course, this wouldn’t last forever. Hawkman grabbed a steel girder and wrapped it around the robbers, saving the day once again. “You’d think that by now, you’d learn your lesson.” He grunted, more annoyed by the attempted robbery than anything, “Or at least give me more of a challenge.”
“Then maybe you should try me on for size.” Dr. Obesus chuckled, deciding to take this opportunity to step out from hiding behind a pillar to face his new ‘test subject’. Hawkman looked at him, puzzled, “And you are…?”, “Please, just call me Dr. Obesus! And you’re the famed Hawkman are you not?”. Hawkman looked him up and down, grunting again, “What’s it to you?” Dr. Obesus frowned, “I’m taking you down, pretty boy. Come on!”
Hawkman stared at the fat man in spandex a few minutes, before shaking his head, “You’re supposed to be a villain, I take it?”, “A supervillain.” Dr. Obesus corrected him, getting slightly annoyed at how dismissive Hawkman seemed. “Right. And I take it you hired these guys to lure me into a trap?” He gestured towards the bankrobbers. Dr. Obesus stuttered, “Well, no, but I just thought it’d be a good opportunity to test out my latest invention on you.” Hawkman huffed, “You’re not worth my time…” He said, turning around to leave.
“H-Hey! Get back here!” Dr. Obesus yelled “Don’t ignore me! Fight me!” He was getting pretty tired of Hawkman’s attitude and wanted to teach him a lesson, “Or are you just a chicken?”. Hawkman looked back at him, and sighed, “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” His wings flared and flapped, “Well, this shouldn’t take long.” He grumbled as he took to the air and readied his mace. Dr.Obesus grinned, “That’s right, come and get me.” As he readied his Blob Belt.
Hawkman flew at him, getting faster and closer as he prepared his mace and readied to strike, before suddenly a beam of light shot out of the tight belt around Dr. Obesus’ waist, hitting him squarely in the chest. It didn’t hurt, but it knocked him back a bit, and briefly blinded him. Hawkman groaned as his eyes readjusted. What was he just hit by?
He looked down, and his eyes widened in shock. What should have been six-pack abs, was now a soft, doughy mound of flab in his gut. Not only that, it was growing. He watched in horror as his stomach began to swell, his pants feeling tighter as his waist, legs, and butt became fatter, while his hard pecs became soft and drooped, ”You... What did you do?!” He gasped in shock. His midsection continued to grow and grow, as his belt struggled to keep up, before it finally failed and popped, allowing his fat gut to jiggle free.
“Ha! Looks like you really are a big chicken now!” Dr. Obesus laughed as he watched the fattening hero. Hawkman growled, and began to fly towards him again, only for Dr. Obesus to quickly run away from him, “You can’t run…-huff-…forever!” Hawkman yelled, “No, I definitely-pant-can’t, but it doesn’t look like you’ll-huff-be able to fly much longer yourself!” Hawkman was having trouble keeping himself aloft as his stomach ballooned. His body became thicker and wider as he expanded. He was having such a hard time breathing. His wings struggled to keep him in the air, and he repeatedly felt his new gut graze the pavement at the slow pace he was going, and his mace seemed so much heavier as his arms lost their muscles and expanded into soft, jiggly flab like the rest of him. Not too long after, his wings finally gave out, and the fattened hero landed in the street with a loud THUD, his newfound lard rippling a bit as he did.
“Haha! Now you see how it feels to be a lardass!” Dr. Obesus cackled, looking back at the incapacitated superhero. Hawkman observed that he was probably as pudgy as Obesus was. Dr. Obesus playfully bent over, smacking his huge ass which jiggled, before chuckling and walking away. “Wait!…-huff-Stop!” Hawkman tried to get him too, but he was still too out of breath. His face was red and sweat streamed down his chubby cheeks. Hawkman still attempted to get up off the ground, but as he did, he hard an unpleasant RIP as his spandex pants gave out, ripping right along his ass, exposing his huge, wobbling bare crack, which jiggled free, and which he reluctantly admitted felt good to not be restrained anymore. Now his face was even redder as he blushed in embarrassment, and attempted to cover the expose crack with his hands; a futile effort, given how large his ass was now.
Dr. Obesus chuckled at the display. “And now that I know it works, I’m going to turn all you other goody two-shoes supers into fat slobs too!” He laughed manically as he walked away, leaving Hawkman struggling to catch his breath as the fat mound of blubber struggled to stand It took him an pathetically long time before he managed to get back to his feet, leaning over and still panting a bit, but ultimately feeling better, albeit, heavier, and looked around, but no sign of Obesus. This was a nightmare. He had to find a way to undo this. He figured he should try radioing Watchtower for assistance (although the thought of anyone seeing him like this made him self-conscious), until he stopped, noticing he as standing outside of a….
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